#down to the smallest fucking thing. he just angles his hand a certain way when accepting a tankard

[river-bottom-nightmare]

i want dick grayson to be annoyingly perfect in the smallest of unimportant ways. and i want it to irritate the living hell out of everyone around him

every now and then, jason and dick will go to different chili dog carts around the city, and dick will sit and nod in agreement as jason nitpicks the food, occasionally offering his own two cents. the conversations are tense and if the topic strays from anything except food jason books it, but it’s progress, and dick’s grateful. but he doesn’t understand why jason always growls at him when he’s preparing his chili dogs, chalking it up to jason’s obsessiveness about that food in particular. dick figures he’s probably doing it wrong. until one day, jason bites out a rough question, asks him how he did that. dick’s confused, until jason points out, “you tear open the top of the ketchup packet in a perfect line every time. and you get all of the ketchup out of the packet in one smooth squeeze, and you never get any on your fingers, and i don’t understand how.”

roy was, arguably, a better archer than ollie. green arrow had been birthed from the island, from the trauma of survival. roy, however, had been practicing since he was a kid, and now that he was well into his twenties, he could safely say he was one of the best shots in the world. he could beat all his friends at darts, shoot an apple off wally’s head, and was generally pretty awesome. or, he would be awesome, if only dick fucking grayson would stop making every single shot of anything he threw in a trash can. no matter what he was throwing away, no matter the angle, no matter the wind or rain, as long as the trashcan was in eyesight, anything dick tossed would inevitably end up inside the garbage. sometimes, dick barely even glanced at the damn thing, just took note of it a threw the trash, expecting it to land in the proper place. and it always did. the worst part was, dick didn’t even seem to notice it. he wasn’t actively trying to make every shot. when asked, dick just shrugged and said “we had some pretty good knife throwers in the circus.”

tim’s memories starting out as robin were a whirlwind, a push-pull of bruce’s mistrust, then bruce’s acceptance, of dick’s fear and hesitation, then of dick’s love. he still remembered dick making the two of them hot chocolate in the kitchen after a day of training, tim’s muscles sore and entire body aching but the feeling of pride, because he was good enough to be robin, he knew he was. he hadn’t expected that to happen anytime soon again, given the way their relationship had fractured after tim had left dick’s batman, a terrified fury in his eyes. yet, he’d been proven wrong when, after a particularly rough arkham breakout, alfred asked both dick and tim to stay instead of returning to their own apartments. just because the manor brought back a feeling of warm nostalgia, however, doesn’t mean it kept the nightmares away. he came down to the kitchen and saw dick already up, moving around the stovetop. with a knowing look in his eyes, dick grabbed another mug to make tim some hot chocolate. tim was washed over with a feeling of relief, of acceptance. dick slid the mug towards him and tim took a sip, letting the rich chocolate warm him up from the inside. it was delicious. his little sigh of pleasure must have been audible, but then he remembered something he noticed. “dick. did you use alfred’s recipe for this?” and dick laughed, responded with, “nah. too much work. i just sort of tried to remember what was in hot chocolate, and eyeballed most of the ingredients. i’m glad it turned out good though. no clumps too, that’s good.”

donna didn’t care how old she got, playing in the park with dick never got old. as one of her oldest friends, the two of them could just walk around the park, in companionable silence, just letting themselves relax and enjoy the moment. so, of course, dick would break the silence and ask if she had any earbuds, because it was getting to quiet for him. donna laughed, and reached inside her pocket, fingered past the keys, and grabbed the headphones. the tangled little ball that came out made her sigh, and she pulled on an earbud to loosen it, only managing to make one of the many knots tighter. then, dick took the headphones out of her hands with a here, i got it, and with a few quick tugs, the tangled monstrosity unraveled easy as breathing. then, completely unaffected, he handed her an earbud, putting the other in his own ear. “i’m the one who’s got a lasso,” she said, ignoring dick’s snort and quip about how earbuds and a lasso are two completely different things, donna.

cass hadn’t expected to enjoy such a gentle, graceful form of athletics, but after a few lessons, it had become apparent that ballet could be far from gentle. it pushed her, made her practice and strengthen herself, and she’d fallen in love with the art quickly. however, the most frustrating part of the entire thing had little to do with actually dancing. the school bruce had helped pick out was prestigious, which meant a strict dress code, which meant her hair had to be in a bun. unfortunately, her hair never seemed to want to cooperate. after her latest attempt, falling into a mess of hair at her nape that had so many locks falling out, cass contemplated how mad the teacher would be if she showed up in a ponytail. at that moment, dick peeked into her room, having heard her frustrated noise, and asked if he could do anything to help. cass pointed to the mess of hair, not even remotely contained by the hair tie, and blew a strand out of her face. dick smiled with understanding, then came into her room, grabbing the comb on her bed and standing behind her in front of the mirror. he smoothed her hair with the comb, then pulled it this way and that, twisting and turning and wrapping until, two minutes later, a picture perfect bun sat atop her head. cass blinked with surprise. “first try,” she said, staring up at him, but he just shrugged and said, “it’s not that hard. you want me to drop you off?”

bruce could admit that he rather enjoyed undercover missions. it was an extended game with high stakes, a test of his own acting skills. with makeup changing his face, an expertly made wig, and a demeanor completely different from both brucie wayne and from batman, he swept through the crowd of greasy men, looking for a specific contact. then, he caught sight of someone specific indeed, though they weren’t his contact. eyebrows raised in a what are you doing here? gesture, he slid onto a barstool. from behind the bar, dick offered him a blinding smile, cleaning a glass. he tapped his wrist twice, a clear message. undercover, same as you. then, dick grabbed a couple bottles from underneath a shelf, flipping them in his hand and pouring with grandeur. bruce noticed he hadn’t put any alcohol in his little mixture, only making it seem as if he had. the flashy moves were entertaining, bruce could give him that. dick slid him the drink and bruce took a sip, eyebrows raising in brief surprise. “this is good. bartending?” dick put the bottles and the lemon away, unimpressed. “it’s not like it’s hard. just mixing a couple ingredients. no biggie.” bruce was fairly certain bartending was more difficult than that, but just then, his target came into view. 

steph understood some of the bats’ frustration with dick, she really could. he hadn’t exactly been a welcome and opening batman, that’s for sure. regardless, as the few masks left in gotham had to work together, and she’d gotten to know the man pretty well. and she enjoyed his company as nightwing much more than batman. she dropped onto his balcony in his bludhaven apartment, announcing her presence in that loud-subtle way. dick was nestled in a couple blankets on the couch, going over a couple files, apparently just back from patrol if the small bandage on his neck and bags under his eyes were any indication. nevertheless, he brightened when he saw her and she nodded when he asked if she wanted to spend the night. he moved some of the papers to make room for her on the couch, but she flitted into his bathroom, going through the nail polish bottles she knew he had, and grabbing a shade of red that caught her eye. she tossed him the bottle and put her fingers in his lap, talking aimlessly about a movie she watched with cass. dick seemed to relax amidst her jabbering, and he shook the bottle a couple times before opening it and focusing on her right hand. but as he started, steph paused her rambling and focused on him instead, holding her hands gently and brushing paint onto her nails. he managed to cover her entire nail in three easy strokes, smooth and glossy, not a hint of paint on her skin. the nail was practically perfect. oh god she was jealous. “got a lot of practice with this, grayson?” she asked, and laughed at dick’s mock-offended of course not!

damian wasn’t one for photography, and he could grudgingly admit drake was far better at that particular skill than he was. however, his art class had promised to cover all types of media, and had upheld that pledge. the next two weeks were dedicated to photography, and their final project for the unit had to be a small collection of photographs. animal photography, of course, was damian’s chosen subject, and the knowledge that animal photography was one of the hardest skills to master only had damian wanting to do it more. days later, however, he could admit that it was trickier than expected. how had he never noticed how active his animals were? they never sat still, and every single picture came out blurry. grayson, upon coming across him in the manor grounds, noticed his futile attempts and asked if he could help. damian acquiesced the camera to grayson, who looked through the lens, finding the right angle and background, adjusting the focus settings slightly. then, he let out a sharp whistle and snapped his fingers. in nothing short of a miracle, damian’s pets pasued to look at him, only for a second, and the shutter clicked furiously. damian flipped through the photos, a good many of them clear and wonderful. damian snapped in irritation when dick ruffled his hair and said, “now you try!” it definitely wasn’t as easy as grayson made it look.

babs didn’t really know what she was expecting when she broke up with dick. there was hurt on both ends, and distance for a while, and she had no idea how much she’d miss him. but after a couple months of working together, of remembering that underneath the romantic tangles, their friendship was strong, she’d gotten to the point of dick randomly dropping by her apartment again. the downside was, dick kept randomly dropping by her apartment again. he stole her snacks and messed up her filing system and was so irritating that barbara almost forgot how relieved she was at having one of her best friends back. fortunately, it did come with benefits, because when he was bored, he did some of her chores for her. pausing in the doorway, she smiled at the sight of dick folding her clothes and putting them away. the gesture was platonic now, but no less appreciated. she pushed her wheelchair forward, and in greeting, dick told her how much he wanted to steal all her patterned socks. babs reminded him they wouldn’t fit, and laughed at his pout. dick grabbed one sock off the top of the laundry basket, then dug his hand into the pile of clothes randomly, coming up with the second sock in an instant. folding them together, he repeated the process for each pair. “that...that was fast. you got all of them?” babs asked in confusion. “yes? why, did you expect some to be missing?” was dick’s reply as he shook the wrinkles out of a sweater.

wally was never surprised. he knew dick better than probably most people in the world. he’d gone from frustrated and jealous of dick’s random talents, to admiring and appreciative, to just accepting them as a fact of life. dick’s phone never cracked if he accidentally he dropped it. dick never buttoned up shirts wrong, aligning each button with the right hole perfectly on the first try. dick could plug in usb ports the right way. dick always remembered which light switch was for which room, no matter whose house they were at. dick could pop a cd out of its case without ever smudging the disk, holding it by the rim perfectly. and dick always seemed to know when wally needed a day off, to just visit their old haunts, grab some ice cream, and spend the day talking away on a rooftop. that was just something his best friend could do. and wally would never tell dick, but underneath his fake irritation at it, but he loved him for it.

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[ohmysparkle]

Skz Anal Queens

* Featuring: Minho + Hyunjin

* length: 1.5K

* warnings: smut, femdom, anal play, pegging, rimming, gaping (all male receiving)

* note: adapted from a reply I wrote to an ask on my prev account.

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Nsfw below

Original ask: Do you want something filthy? Really? A few minutes ago I remembered that there are guys who have their holes so ruined and used that it looks like they almost have pussy lips.

Let’s start with Minho. Sex god Minho who has fucked so many people in so many ways and he knows exactly what he wants. He doesn’t mind length and girth plowing into him, he’s probably into fisting too. He knows he likes the feeling of deep penetration as much as simply prostate stimulation, and his tiny little puckered hole in his pale ass is well trained to stretch out.

Minho is so masculine, his demeanor is pure testosterone. He’ll be asking you to pound him and just because he’s the one getting fucked in the ass doesn’t mean you’re in control. He’ll make you do exactly what he wants. Power bottom who loves control, and sometimes loves being treated like a submissive fuck toy too, but he’s an expert in managing to degrade you while your fucking him. Damn.

I can imagine him having such beautiful and natural hair around his cock and his ass. Might slightly trim to keep it neat, probably has a little trail of black fuzz from his belly button that dips into his tight pants, always teasing your line of sight.

So imagine him grunting fiercely and deeply when you’re shoving plastic into his ass, and there’s a moment when you pull it out and all that lube that’s spilled over his cheeks makes his pubes swirl in pretty glossy curls and his hole is absolutely wrecked. It’s not even a circular gape - it’s precisely a puckered rim that does look like a pair of lips, just weakly flapping closed.

He’s so fit, his bum isn’t quite plump but each ass cheek is perfectly rounded and he has those irresistible muscular thighs. Every part of his body is chiseled. And to think that all that firmness is contrasted by that floppy little fuck pocket in his core… you could cum on sight. You probably run your fingers over his puckered lips once his ass is done getting abused and you can practically see his red insides, and he’ll hiss and roll his hips against you to get more touch.

He’s filthy, he likes things dirty and he loves being cocky and getting his ego stroked. He might dare you, taunt you, to lick his hole clean even though he knows you hate the taste of so much damn lube - but he knows you can’t resist. You could make out with his completely flaccid asshole as if it were his mouth.

You’ll lick around the rim of his anus, and not deeper, just softly soothing, he won’t force you to do anything you’re not comfortable with, but he will grab your hair just to create the illusion of dominance.

Sure, Minho was in control of how you fucked him, but the next day when you see him shifting uncomfortably when he tried to sit down, wincing in pain, it brought a proud smile to your lips.

Besides, you were certain, if you weren’t so nice to him you could have him begging in his hands and knees for you to fuck him. The choice of who is in control is always in your hands, not his. He only gets as far as you allow him too.

Now, on to my favorite pretty princess prince of all time, Hyunjin.

He’s so delicate, so sensitive. He does like things to be intense, rough, in ways that sometimes surprise you because you don’t want to hurt your precious prince. He cries so much that you kiss him throughout, reassuring and comforting your little baby. Your soft pink boy, and his tiny delicate hole that is satisfied with even the smallest things.

Hyunjin’s ass is too tight for you to use toys that are too wide, but he’s good at taking length. You’re terrified of doing the slightest thing wrong for your prince so you choose positions where you can have a clear view of how your cock moves in and out of his tiny, skinny, peachy ass. His hole is pink from the outside, a little colorful button. He’s completely smooth and bare - loves to get beautiful and dolled up for you so this boy will wax himself raw. Sometimes you help him too, you think it’s cute but he gets too shy sometimes. Loves it when you help wax him and end up giving him a hand jib and kisses all over to melt the pain away, but he’ll fidget and cover his face in embarrassment the entire time.

He’s very intuitive as to your sexual dynamic, and he’s always ready for when you’ll go deep into him, being your little fucktoy of a prince. He’s sparkling clean, moisturized all over. As soft as a kitten on every part of his body. He’s got a tiny skinny ass that’s so perky and has the cutest shape to it, and that pink little hole that’s hardly puckered until you’ve helped him stretch out a bit. Rimming is a must when you know he wants you to fuck him hard, you want to start soft.

He loves it when you spoon, and his queen holds him in her arms as you roll your hips into his ass. He wants to feel you all over him and he’ll take your hand and guide it to his tummy so you can feel the bulge of the cock you’re fucking him with. You’ll go slow most of the time, but nonetheless it’s deep, and it’s still quite a stretch for him. He’s feeling so delicate now, like you can break him if you choose so. And the way you’re gently handling him, kissing him, wiping his tears away, it all makes him feel like he’s the most loved little boy in the world, and like he’ll only ever feel this with you.

He needs your body completely against his, maybe you’ll do missionary too so you can press your forehead against his while you look at his dreamy eyes.

But the best is when you lay him face down, and lay atop him to fuck his ass. You can go so deep like this, and he buries his face and cries into the mattress in the cutest way. Like a little bunny burrowing into the ground. He likes to cum in these intimate positions, only from getting penetrated, he’ll save his cock for your pleasure a little later on.

Once you’re done, you’ll pull out slowly, the tip of the dildo leaving his wet hole with a plop. His rim is the perfect gaping circle, all neat and smooth. But when his anus starts to wink from the contractions of his orgasm, it clenches shut and you can see just how puckered and stretched it really got. The shade of pink is much more intense, his poor abused bottom aching.

You wipe him clean and kiss his teary face while all he can say is that he loves you. You cradle him in your arms, his face buried in your neck, and your hands cupping his ass cheeks.

Bonus: he’s trying to train his pink hole more without telling you. So he’ll surprise you with a photo or video of the new toys he uses and he’s very good with the angles, showing you all the right things to tempt you. He’s gotten good at stretching his ass more, and soon enough he’ll ask you to rail him with these girthier toys until his pretty little ass can turn ugly with how harshly you use it, and he’ll be smiling like an idiot with pride once he manages to gape certain amounts. He will get his anus to swell and stretch enough until it looks like a puffy set of lips.

He will refer to his hole as a pussy, make videos in pretty underwear and lingerie that suits his tiny body so well. He knows he drives you crazy, but he really just wants to be pretty for you and do his best for you.

Oh, and you know cockwarming? Forget it, Hyunjin’s aftercare bliss is when you cuddle in a position that lets you leave your fingers buried in his ass while he falls asleep. It’s tricky but it’s what makes your little prince happy.

Bonus: when they’re in the mood to be painsluts, both of these boys can hook their feet behind their heads so they can watch how you penetrate them. It gives you the perfect angle to whip their thighs and ass, letting the tip of the whip even hit their little, pathetically hard and leaking cocks. Make a mess of them, and when they cum make sure their semen squirts all over their faces. Make them eat it if you’re in the mood to be extra mean.

After they cum, Minho will probably want you to go harder, make him cum more and turn him into a filthy sticky and used boyhole, but Hyunjin will probably break and cry and ask you to hug him and kiss him and tell him he’s a good pretty boy.

#stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #minho smut #sub!hyunjin #sub!minho #sub!idol #sub!skz

[otomegema]

title: Convergence Theory pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader summary: You are a lesser family member of the Gojo clan, so far removed you don't even carry the name, but you carry the Limitless ability and thus the potential to be a bride to the future head of the clan— a fact you patently reject at fifteen. Twelve years later you are a second grade sorcerer struggling to obtain first grade status when the object of your deepest objections offers you a deal. rating: Mature for now, explicit later most likely because WHY NOT tropes: fake dating/engagement, rivals to lovers, slow romance Link: Archive of Our Own

August, 2005.

That summer had been oppressively warm, a layer of heat trapped beneath a layer of moisture that made even the light fabric of your yukata stick to your sides. It was the kind of weather that made your body beg for relief, to lay shivering and sweltering under the barest breath of cool air.

Your mother had opened the outside screens in the room, letting you sit on the porch overlooking the small garden at the center of the expansive, traditional home. The view was lovely, overlooking a manicured garden, a small koi pond bubbling pleasantly even as the night air chirped with the sounds of insects.

The main house was equipped with air conditioners in some of the rooms— just like your parent’s own home, only a short distance away, but somehow so far removed from the atmosphere of this place it felt miles away. Centuries. The clock on the wall seemed suspended in time, halted too by the weight that fell over this place.

There was nothing to be done. When the head of the Gojo family called, even the smallest vine, hanging from the tiniest branch, curled in. Your great grandmother had bore the Gojo name before she married, a detail of minor significance that had not effected your own family until your birth. You had often heard your parents discussing the main family in hushed voices when they thought you were not listening. First with excitement and eagerness and then with worry.

There had been a phone call, an order disguised as invitation.

Gojo Satoru, heir to the name, barer of the Six Eyes, was turning sixteen in December, a scant four months away.

Six Eyes. Two words that managed to leave the bitterest taste of bile in your throat.

It had been thought the next Six Eyes would be born in your generation, your parents hopeful at one point that you were the one so blessed. A hundred years of waiting ended by the birth of another child, honored above all other sorcerers. Your had been born with the Limitless, that much was certain and an extra unnaturally keen ability of foresight… the signs were there. The possibility that the the massive potential of the Limitless was within your grasp if you could only prove to possess the fabled Six Eyes…

You were hailed for a short time as possibly a true child of the Gojo blood, a blessing. A boon. And then not even a short year later that boy was tested. No two Six Eyes could exist and it was him, not you, who was truly blessed.

You ran your hands up the back of your neck, dislodging the hair stuck your heated skin.

And worse yet, now you would suffer the indignity of being paraded around with every other eligible girl with a single drop of Gojo blood diluted enough to be proper for marriage.

Gojo Satoru needed a betrothed and only the best would do, naturally.

You were to be polite, courteous and docile. Laugh at his jokes, bat your eyes. Play the role of the pursued for the pursuer.

Did you even want to be selected? Once hailed as the promised child, now degraded to probable broodmare ?

You sucked your teeth, holding back a feral shriek somewhere deep in your throat. There was a knock on the wooden frame of the room, lazy and slow. The door slid open before your mother could get you to return inside to the low tables and too hot tea laid out.

You were all but deaf to the sounds of stilted, forced polite conversation, but could not ignore the sudden presence of a young man who came to sit down hard at your side.

Gojo Satoru was not an unattractive young man. He had the signature Gojo coloring, his eyelashes even as pale as driven snow. You yourself had even inherited two streaks of white in your hair, framed near your face and standing in contrast against the rest.

But that handsomeness was hard to enjoy when his expression was one of such utter indifference. He did not even bother to remove the dark glasses that shaded over his eyes, but you hardly were offended. It would have been all the worse to have to look at the very thing you coveted most in this world. Taunting you. Dismissing you.

How many girls had he been forced to sit with today? Judging by his bored expression, too many.

“This is the part where you tell me your name.” He said, voice amused, yet slightly condescending. Behind you both, his parents spoke with your own, but that too was part of the charade. All eyes were on you. All ears tuned to your words.

“You know my name.” You said with a thinly veiled sigh. His attention shifted just a fraction and you noticed with an indignant flush he was wearing his school uniform. Shirt untucked, jacket unbuttoned. You had been forced to spend hours getting ready for this meet-up.

He tilted down his glasses to give you a halfway appraising look and you turned away.

“Goin’ for the aloof angle then? Some other girls tried it too. As if you pretend hard enough that you aren’t interested somehow I will be.”

How fucking arrogant.

Your fists clenched in your lap.

“It won’t work.”

“I’m not working any ‘angle’.” You grumbled, “I was told to be here so I’m here. That’s all.”

“You expect me to believe that, huh?”

“I don’t care what you believe.” You spat back, turning to shoot him a piercing glare.

There was silence then, even the voices behind you seeming to falter and lower as if worried they were missing out on some secret hushed conversation.

“Ohhh, wait. I remember now! I do know your name.” Gojo continued, taking off his sunglasses and wiping off some smudge or dust from the lens, “Aren’t you that girl they thought was gonna have the Six Eyes in her?”

Your fist clenched tighter.

“I get it now. Sour grapes and all. Tell ya what…” he spoke softer and leaned in until you felt his breath against your ear, “If you ask me really nicely, for one night, you still could."

The only sound that came after that was the harsh strike of skin against skin. The contact of your palm connecting to his cheek stunned not just the adults inside, but you.

No self respecting sorcerer with the Limitless ability would have been taken by surprise and yet here you sat, having successfully struck the heir to the Gojo name right across his smug face.

You drew your hand back. His pale cheek had turned a throbbing red so quickly, his smirk raised as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose and revealed how his blue eyes danced with open amusement.

***

September, 2017.

The uproar that followed that moment twelve years ago had been profound. Your parents had spent the remainder of the visit profusely apologizing and demanding explanations… and the entire time Gojo had stared only at you. Blue eyes wide and engulfing, a smirk etched in the corner of his mouth even as he got up and strode out without another word.

You remembered he had whistled as he went. As if it were all according to plan.

No betrothal was agreed to that night nor any night since. You were never summoned to the main house again.

It had been the most freeing moment of your young life, opening the world from the one pinpointed hope you’d be born with the Six Eyes or wed to the one who had it into a kaleidoscope of possibility.

You attended Jujutsu Tech’s Kyoto branch, keeping far out of the way of the rising star of the Gojo clan.

Well.

Sorta.

So the problem with having an inherited technique that allowed you to “see” curses and cursed energy users from great distances? Gojo Satoru. The man was such an expansive supernova of energy that when you opened your mind and utilized your gift of telemetry to try and pinpoint targets you had to navigate around his massive, dominating aura.

It was like counting stars against a sunlit sky. The ability, that should have been astronomically useful, rendered inert if Gojo Satoru was on the field.

You tried not to have your own missions line up with his. Which meant keeping tabs on him. Which meant having to live with this gnat, this buzzing fly of cursed bullshit constantly humming in the background when you used your gifts.

You wished everyday you had swatted him harder.

Missions in Tokyo were the worst, but you accepted them without complaint. The fact you’d even managed to rise to second grade despite your public humiliation of the main family’s golden child was a miracle in itself and not one you would squander.

The task was simply. There was a cursed entity that was utilizing the signal within electric devices of all things to move from device to device, rapid as an electrical pulse. It had already killed five non-sorcerers in surge related house-fires in two days. The risk of it causing a massive firestorm in any district rising.

The air had begun to cool in Tokyo, the heat of the summer giving way to fall. You sat on a bench, wireless com already clipped to your ear, the only sound so far the faint static of the open radio and the sound of your breath. The air had that crispness already, the bare cusp of autumn. You steadied your thoughts and began to shut down your senses.

The cursed energy of the young sorcerer students around you began to glow in your mind’s eye, the rest of the world fading into shades of imperceptible grey. Blurring. Distorting.

If you had the Six Eyes, you would be able to see it all. But instead, you blinded yourself to everything but the cursed when you utilized your skill.

You shut your eyes and with a soft breath you whispered, “Cursed technique— Limitless Telemetry: Grey.”

The city revealed itself to your five senses like a massive overflowing of information. Had you not taken the time to adjust, quickly shutting down your hearing, sight, taste, smell and touch in order to compensate, the mental load would have stunned you into a comatose state for several hours. Another thing a Six Eyes user would never need to do. You mentally chastised yourself for allowing the distraction of a deprecating thought, and focused instead upon your sixth sense. The one that tracked beyond the physical.

You were effectively helpless in this state, but within your mind you breezed through the city like a thumb pressed over the pages of a book. Flipping at your leisure as you focused in upon the fastest moving pulse of cursed energy.

In your “peripheral vision” or what acted like a sort of peripheral vision, you could sense the constant presence of Gojo. It was far away, diluted. You wondered if perhaps he was overseas for the barest moment until your senses snapped together and fell upon your target.

You spoke. Your words falling on your own deaf ears as you gave the location into the com. You perceived the movement of the three students. Good kids, fast learners. One boy was even a scion of another great house and the one girl among them possessed a cursed technique of extreme value. The other boy, the pink haired one, you had yet to understand, but his cursed energy output was impressive.

The entity moved. You adjusted, giving new instructions. The curse had not yet caught on to the fact it was being tracked, a fact you would use to your advantage as long as possible. If the curse sensed you, it could easily close the distance and attempt to seek you out… which was why sitting in a park, far from any electrical devices other than your battery powered radio was the safest place you could be.

And if worse came to worse, at least it would be drawn out in the open.

The entity jumped again, following the planned route the three had decided upon to box it further and further into a section of the city that they had already prepared to shut down. Without power, the curse would have to break free of its hiding place within the electric current.

How did a curse even get into the power grid? Too many lost football games on TV? You chuckled a bit to yourself without thinking, providing the newest coordinates as you watched, like an omnipresent spectator as the energies of the curse and the students moved.

This is why I score the highest at Pac-Man…

Everything was going according to plan. You had begun to even let your thoughts wonder, your focus softening just the barest fraction as the students rounded the final corner and blocked the curse into the chosen spot.

And now here comes the switch…

You braced for the surge of cursed energy you expected to feel from it’s ejection…but the power stayed on. You had to stifle the sensation of panic that sparked through your heart, your cursed energy rising a fraction.

And there it was. You felt the shift, the sudden adjusting of the entity. The students flared bright, attacking to try and ward off its escape, but without the power shut off they were waiting for, the curse easily vanished, pulsing through the city and heading now straight ahead… to you.

It’s fine. Fine. Nothing electric by me, so no fast travel.

It couldn’t pass through the coms. It would need to branch off into another grounded circuit and then physically come out to face you in the empty park.

You could hold unto the technique a little longer. Guide the students a little longer. You snapped information in quick short terms. Watching the cursed energy approach closer and closer until it reached the last building at the far end of the park.

And then, inexplicably, it jumped again.

The force in which you were propelled did not immediately register to your mind as your senses flickered and began to come back on line one by one.

The first was touch.

And thus pain.

Your muscles contracted, shot full with an electrical pulse. It wasn’t as bad as it could have been, the strike coming indirectly as if someone had forced the curse away. Something blinding and bright exploding over the far-reaching vision of your Limitless technique before your ability snapped off like a cut thread.

Your hearing came back first from sheer force of will. Sight returning in blurry, slowly filling shapes. You forced yourself up from the ground, feeling scrapes biting along your palms.

“You fucking dick.” You managed to hiss, your vision returning just in time to witness the exorcism of the curse by none other than Gojo Satoru.

***

“You used me as bait!”

Your voice reverberated off the hallway walls, your mild injuries tended to but your grievances still in desperate need of airing.

You were only comforted by the fact his students had not been involved in the deception, having also thought Gojo was away while they worked under her guidance in the meanwhile. You were no teacher, but you had taken enough students through missions to be adequate at “babysitting”.

Gojo grinned easily, eyes hidden behind his blind fold as he ran a hand up his neck, feigning a bashfulness you knew had not an ounce of genuineness to it.

The bastard had quietly set up a god damn daisy chain of extension cables into the park, ending plugged into a cheap TV set… right next to you. And he’d done it only after you’d entered your Limitless, taking advantage of your lack of senses to literally bait you like a god damn fish hook and then swoop in to destroy the curse.

His students had been a distraction. A means to force the curse into seeking you out and getting into the open where it could not easily run again. It was the most convoluted, infuriatingly, ridiculous brilliant bullshit you had heard in a long while.

“Pretty clever, yeah? I’ve been practicing my multi-layer tactics.”

“That wasn’t a tactic, it was a gamble and a shitty one at that!”

“Yeah, yeah, but did you die?” Gojo asked, tilting his head to the side. His voice was tinged with amusement and you wondered for a moment if he even remembered you and this was some elaborate “gotcha” twelve years in the making… or if this kind of backhanded backstabbing was common place for him.

“It was interesting to see your technique in action. I could probably give you some tips on how to make it more effective, but they’d be pretty useless to— well. You. So I figure I’ll just make the tweaks and practice it myself!”

You stayed silent.

“What did ya call it? Limitless Telemetry?”

You turned and walked in the opposite direction.

“Whoa— hold on.”

Your exit was cut off, the grinning face you wanted nothing more than to connect your fist into coming back into view.

“I’m kidding. Don’t run off and cry now, we got some other business I wanna discuss.”

“If you’re planning on pitching another mission to me, I pass.”

“Nope. Well— yes. But not like this one.”

You sighed, side stepped, and continued around him again.

“I’ll buy you lunch!”

You stopped.

“And maybe even some kakigōriiiiiiii—“ he continued, his voice lifting to a sing-song tone as he stretched out the word. Your stomach twisted and grumbled in response. Using your Limitless always took so much out of you… a side effect you wondered if he experienced to.

You turned to look back at the man who hadn’t so much as glanced your way in years and wondered again if he was so stupid he didn’t remember who you were or if he was hatching some new plot.

He smiled in what you assumed he thought was a disarming and charming way.

“Fine.”

***

You had settled for a sweet plum flavor, dipping your small wooden spoon into the shaved ice and enjoying the way it melted across your tongue. Flavors always felt more pronounced after you used your Limitless, smells more intense. The sights sharper. It was probably just a placebo effect from being without them, even for a short amount of time, but regardless you enjoyed the sweet flavor and the fruity smell of the different syrups… most of which were coming from Gojo’s own cup.

He had gotten every flavor. The shaved ice in his cup a rainbow of color and tastes as he scooped several together at a time.

The lunch he promised had yet to come, but the treat was enough for now as the sugar helped give a little more pep to your body and your mood. The amount of calories you expended using your gifts was another thing entirely.

The two of you walked a ways in silence, giving you time to observe him for the first time in over a decade.

He had changed, that much you could tell. There was something less harsh in his general demeanor and he had grown considerably since he was fifteen. The boyishness of his face had sharpened, the man overtaking his features. He was broader, less lanky than his teenage self and while his easygoing and devil-may-care attitude was still present, there was something less— edged about it. Less angry.

“Your hair is shorter now,” Gojo said suddenly, “And your chest is bigger.”

You immediately frowned. A look of open disgust flashing over your face. Gojo laughed.

“Thought I forgot about ya, didn’t you?” He slid a thumb over his cheek, the gesture making you flush at the memory of what it felt like to slap the smirk off his face.

“Honestly? Yes.” you answered shortly, taking another bite of your ice.

“Nah. I remember, just figured there was no point in makin’ nice. You seem to be doing fine on your own these days. Second grade, yeah?”

“Yes.”

“As short worded as ever.”

He strode off, forcing you to match his pace. He found a park bench and sat down, sprawling out lazily. You sat next to him at his insistence, knocking your knee into his own until he closed his thighs a bit more with a chuckle.

“Thought you’d be a first grade by now.”

“I have not been recommended.”

He snorted, “Bet you know why.”

You clenched your teeth, holding back a sharp word and an even sharper desire to toss your kakigōri right in his face. Arrogant as ever. Some things, you guessed, did not get better with age.

“The great and fabled Six Eyes holding a grudge over a love tap? How trite.” you said, trying to keep your words indifferent.

“Is that what it was? I had a bruise ya know.”

“You could have stopped my hand before it ever even touched you. You wanted me to slap you so you could get out of having to do anymore meetings.”

His laugh was all the confirmation you needed.

“Is that what you’ve thought all this time?”

“It’s what I know.”

Gojo turned his attention back to his shaved ice, the two of you sitting in silence long enough for the weight of it to become uncomfortable for you. Finally you shifted and scrapped your spoon down the ice, leaving trails of melting syrup.

“What is it that you want?” Because that was what this was about wasn’t it? He wanted something. The main family never disdained to speak to the lower members without a need and Gojo Satoru was not about to be the exception.

“I’m going to recommend you for first-grade sorcerer status.”

You scrapped your spoon through so harshly a chunk of colored ice fumbled down the side of the paper cup and down your hand. You dodged just in time to avoid it landing with a wet smack on your pants.

You gaped openly at him, but Gojo kept his attention fixed on his ice, happily stirring it up into a soupy, syrupy mess.

“… and yet again I ask, what is that you want?”

Gojo leaned back, tilting his face towards you with an easy grin. You wondered if he saw the world the way you did with your Limitless with his eyes shaded. Seeing only the impressions of energy and sensation. Could he see your expression? The confusion in the downturn of your mouth or the suspicion in the narrowness of your eyes?

“Nothing too crazy! Just need a fiancée.”

The breath punched out of your lungs.

***

You waited outside the small convenience store across the street, feeling your cheeks beginning to lessen in redness from both anger and embarrassment at your sudden outburst.

When Gojo returned from inside, his hair was still wet… and there was still some redness from the syrup stuck to the strands. You hadn’t been able to control the impulse to throw your kakigōri at him, the breaking of your composure having flowed directly down your arm. It could have been worse, you supposed. You could have punched him.

He had needed to rinse off his blindfold, the fabric now folded and tucked into his back pocket. He had replaced it with the dark glasses you recognized from his youth, giving you a glimpse of the bright blueness of his eyes every once and awhile.

Gojo sighed and tossed a damp paper towel into a bin and turned to you expectantly. You gingerly handed him back his own dessert, having minded it for him while he went into the men’s room to clean up. It was practically soup now and you winced when he lifted it to his lips and drank it.

“As I was saying—“ he began with a smack of his lips.

“No—”

“—it’s a pretend engagement.”

Your mouth hung open, half ready to utter another refusal, which you swallowed back in as he waited expectantly for you to cease interrupting him.

“You let me take you on a few dates, we put on a show of my courting a potential betrothed and in exchange I green light your promotion.”

You narrowed your eyes, biting the corner of your lip into your mouth in obvious consideration.

“For how long?”

Your directness didn’t seem to offend him. Quite the opposite actually. Every time you curtly dropped a single or few word sentence he seemed to only smile brighter.

Gojo shrugged, “A few months. Maybe more. Until I figure out a permanent solution.”

“Your parents want you to get married?”

“The whole clan wants me to get married, sweetheart. I am the strongest.”

And now came the obvious question.

“Why me?”

Gojo shrugged, “You were one of their first picks to start with, so they’ll approve. And there isn’t a risk of you falling for me…”

His lips upturned into a sly grin, “… too quickly.”

You scoffed.

“Family will back off. I get a bit of peace until I have to kick you to the curb, and you get to be a first-class sorcerer. Everyone wins.”

“I’m not going to fall for you.”

Gojo gave a sad little nod, like he was agreeing with a deluded person in order to keep them calm and reasonable.

Granted, you did just effectively hurl a slushy at him a few minutes prior.

“This seems a bit extreme, even for you. Why do you think I’d even say yes? You know exactly why you got slapped. Can I expect that same level of charm from our future ‘dates’?” you asked, kicking yourself for having implied in your words you knew him well enough to even know what was extreme for him. The comment did not go unnoticed, even with his half expression hidden you could tell his interest was piqued. The last thing you wanted to do was to explain to this insufferable man how his very presence was as constant as the sun. Always nagging in the back of your mind and in your abilities.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“That was awhile ago. Most girls find me pretty charming these days. As to why you’d say yes— given it is probably your best chance at getting to first grade sorcerer status, I can’t think of a reason you wouldn’t.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Fifteen year old you would be outraged, furious. She would not have considered this offer for a second. She would have stamped her foot and told him exactly where he could stick his offer.

But twenty-eight year old you had learned that very often principles were made to be damned.

“And the fact I can tell you are just dying to say yes.”

There was that arrogance again.

“You still buying me lunch?” you countered and the smile he gave you was a bit different than the ones before.

“Wow. No one will even question how I could have been charmed by such a talented freeloader.”

“I am exceedingly charming.”

“And what an arm. You play softball or you just start a lot of food fights as a kid?”

“I want sushi.” You said, the finality of your voice inarguable. You thought he might have rolled his eyes, but nevertheless you got your lunch and even managed to bargain a single day to think about the offer.

#gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x oc #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujustu kaisen fanfiction #gojo satoru fanfic #gojo satoru x you #IDK WHAT I AM DOING LOL #YOLO

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#39

Hi nonnie! I didn't want you to think that I'd forgotten about this prompt - I've just been really busy wrapping up my InuKag art and writing among other projects. I hope this canon-divergent moment after the Fateful Night in Togenkyo makes up for the wait!

39. “Why are you scared of loving?” (From the Fluff prompts list)

Inuyasha should have known that when Kagome yelled “Shut up and sit” that it had been more of a reflex than her actually being angry with him. Didn’t mean he liked hitting the rocky ground though. But… he couldn’t get mad at her for this one. He’d scared her with his stunt, even if it was saving her life.

He hadn’t been expecting her to still be crying even as she started to pry him up off the ground.

“You can be such a jerk sometimes,” she sniffled. “I thought you were dead, Inuyasha.”

“Ain’t I said before that my body can take more than a human’s?”

“That doesn’t mean throw yourself off a cliff!”

A throat clearing interjected, cutting the hanyou off from retorting. Both turned to see Miroku and Shippo watching from a safer distance. “Now that things are – more or less – back to normal, we should really be going. Sango will be waiting for us at her village, and I believe that the sooner we get away from this place, the better.” Without waiting for a response, they turned and left the squabbling pair.

But just because their friends left didn’t mean the argument ended.

“You were human, Inuyasha! You could have died!”

Kagome made to stomp her foot, as if that would somehow get her point across better, when she stepped down hard on a rock that jutted out at a bad angle. In seconds Inuyasha was kneeling in front of her, lifting her foot up to check for damage, and on reflex, Kagome had braced her hands on his shoulders. Then she remembered she wasn’t wearing panties and let out a shrill noise.

“What’s your problem?” he asked, ears pinned back. “I was trying to make sure your foot was okay!”

“I’m naked!” she hissed. “I don’t have anything on under your fire rat, remember!”

Yes he remembered.

Yes he was trying to block out the image of her standing in that sake bath.

Yes he was trying to block out that her naked form was covering his robe in her scent.

No he was failing on all accounts.

And she just had to make all of those thoughts converge front and center.

It took a few attempts to get his brain to think of words that didn’t involve him coming off sounding like a pervert, but he managed to determine that her foot was unharmed before saying that he knew where her clothes were. Or, he thought he did. The structure was a labyrinth essentially in design.

He hadn’t located Kagome right off. He’d thrown himself into four other rooms before he found her and….shit don’t think of that.

So when he kept getting turned around, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. It was hard to track her scent amid the mildew, the sake, and everything else. The woman next to him, with her scent hovering under his nose, wasn’t helping either. And she was still going on about how reckless he had been!

“Do you have any idea how scared I was? How worried we all were? Inuyasha, sometimes you act like we aren’t even there and –”

“And what?” He stopped suddenly, whirling on her.

Kagome hadn’t been expecting the sudden stop and would’ve walked into his chest if he hadn’t gripped her by the shoulders. “I…it…scares me that you don’t think much of us, is all,” she mumbled. “We’re your friends, and you don’t seem to care about that.”

“Feh. Shows what you know.” She really believed that he’d toss himself over a cliff on his human night if he didn’t give a damn about her or the rest of them? If he was suicidal he’d have done taken care of that longago, and wouldn’t have waited for his human night to do it either. He was a fighter through and through; if growing up in the world alone hadn’t broken him, he wasn’t about to take his own life without good reason. To him, Kagome was a good reason.

She didn’t seem to get that though. No, she was missing the point.

“Why are you scared of loving?” she blurted out. She hadn’t meant for it to come out that way, but…the point still stood! May as well dig that hole deeper. “And ‘shows what I know’? Really, Inuyasha. You can’t just dismiss your friends like that! You really can be such a jerk sometimes, you –!”

The strong hands on her shoulders pulled her forward without warning, and she felt his lips crash against hers, cutting off her attempts at a rant. Inuyasha tried not to let the kiss go beyond that, but her scent was flooding his senses. The way she gripped his kosode as she returned the kiss, how she pressed against him as she stood on her toes… if he didn’t stop he’d be in trouble.

Fuck he already was.

When he pulled away, the sight of Kagome’s parted lips and dazed expression made him want to kiss her again. Both a good and bad idea. He settled for keeping his arms around her, pulled against him. They were alone. He could get away with that.

“Who said I was scared?” he whispered, looking into her eyes. “Just because I can’t say some things directly doesn’t mean I don’t feel them, Kagome. I find other ways of showing what I can’t say.”

He knew it finally clicked when her expression changed. Her eyes widened in surprise, a faint blush rose up in her cheeks, and her scent…okay not focusing on that other than it was a good reaction. She was too close to really think on how good of a reaction it was, cause he didn’t want to scare her. But then, she’d kissed him back so maybe it wouldn’t…

Too. Early.

Kagome’s hands let go of the kosode and slipped around his middle, pulling herself closer. “I understand, Inuyasha,” she replied. “Sorry I yelled at you.”

“You didn’t know.” The feel of her laying her head on his chest was nice, even if he was certain she could feel how fast his heart was pounding. She really hadn’t realized, and he’d bit back at her accusations in the same manner. No, he couldn’t say outright that he cared about her, or that he loved her even the smallest amount, but he could show her. He could show it when he hunted food, found good places to camp, sought out the good hotsprings. He could show it when he threw himself in front of her in a fight, or when he stood up for her honor. He showed it when he gave her his fire rat to cover herself with. “Come on,” he coaxed, turning them toward the stairs. “I think we’re close to where your clothes are.”

Both kept an arm around the other as they walked. It was slow and could’ve been faster if they hadn’t, but it was their time. They knew they wouldn’t get another chance at being alone for a while once they met up with Miroku and Shippo again.

“Something confuses me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. You said that Tokajin had thrown my uniform into a pile on the floor in the room that held you with the vines. When you got loose, why didn’t you grab them?”

Shit. Why hadn’t he?

“I…uh…” Dammit he was blushing. “It’s not what you think, Kagome!”

Her laughter echoing around them on the stairwell should’ve annoyed him. It made his embarrassment lessen, because she knew he hadn’t been thinking. He’d been so scared at the thought of her having been killed that all he could think of was getting to her. He needed to know that Tokajin’s words were lies. So he’d forgotten about the discarded clothes in the heat of the moment. Hadn’t thought to consider that she’d be naked until he barreled through the cellar door and seen her standing there.

She had been a vision though.

Inuyasha let Kagome laugh, but he couldn’t tell her that aside from just forgetting, he didn’t know if he could bring himself to pick up her panties. There were just some things he didn’t feel like he had a right to touch, and that was one of them.

For now.

#I'm sorry I don't have art for it #but I would like to do some sometime #Kagome in the fire rat is always fun to draw so it's doubly tempting

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Pancakes

Characters: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You finally got him to stay the night, and there’s no better sight to wake to in the morning. But what comes next for you and Bucky?

Warnings A bit of sexy time, bit of sweetness, bit of angst...

“You’re so warm,” you mutter sleepily, swiping your nose along his naked collarbone as you shift and curl deeper into him. “S’nice.”

He snakes his right arm around you, beneath you, pulling you close as he rolls slowly onto his back. The smallest chuckle builds in his chest, the vibration tickling your temple as you settle your head atop him. A smile creeps over your face when the soft, breathy titter leaves his lips and floats to your ear. “Glad you like it,” he deadpans, voice sounding almost as sleep-logged as your own.

“Mm hmm,” you hum, tilting your head and popping a few lazy kisses down the length of his breastbone. “For now, at least. Come summer it might be unbearable.”

Another lazy chortle, the quiver it sets off in his chest beneath you quickly becoming your most favorite feeling in all the world, outweighed only perhaps by the deep rumble that builds within his ribcage once infused with his voice. “So you’re just gonna toss me aside like some cheap pair of slacks once summer hits?”

You pull yourself up onto your elbow, tilting your face so that the tip of your chin rolls to the center of his naked chest. “A cheap pair of slacks?” you question, nose wrinkling in amusement. “How old are you again?”

He smiles crookedly as he brings his flesh fingers up to brush away your hair, idly fingering a thick chunk, pinching it between his pads as he places it tenderly behind your ear. “Too damn old for you, sweetheart,” he muses as his bright blue eyes stare down at you, the stream of early morning sunlight peaking in through the curtains turning them a wonderous cerulean.

“Funny story,” you say with a lilt, single brow cocking high. “I’ve actually never dated anyone my own age.”

“Oh, really?” he asks, intrigue pulling at his features.

You shrug – “Guess I’ve got a type.” – and settle back into him so as to feel his laughter on your cheek once again. Slowly, the rumble fades and gets replaced by the firm and steady thump-thump, thump-thump that had lulled you to sleep the night before. Your eyes drift closed, breaths spilling in a slow, even rhythm as your entire body relaxes in his hold… relaxes in a way you’ve honestly never experienced before. Relaxation, tranquility, calm… these things have always been foreign concepts, always been things you’ve had to either deny or force in an artificial manner.

Yet somehow this giant man beside you has cracked the code. Somehow, in just the few short months you’ve been… whatever you are – dating, fucking, together – you’ve finally begun to understand what it means to relax. Here, in his hold, safely tucked into the warm sanctuary of him, surrounded by his own tranquil, sleep-stained energy, you can hear the lazy rhythm of your own deep breaths echoing in your ears. You can feel the newfound weight of your limbs, resting heavily atop the firm mattress, tugging your shoulders low and letting your vertebrae, for once, languidly stretch apart.

“What are you thinking about, baby?” he asks, his deep tenor pulling you from your reverie, causing your eyes to lazily blink open. His fingers continue to run lightly through your hair, tugging a bit every now and then as he catches a tangle.

You let out a small hum, turning your face to once again press your lips into the warm flesh of his chest. You gather just enough strength to flop those heavy, too relaxed limbs – right arm and right leg – over the top of him, winding around him, curling yourself closer as he lets out a soft oomph and chuckle. “I like when you call me that,” you say with a yawn. “Never thought I would. But from you… I like it.”

“Baby?” he asks, stiffening only slightly when you begin trailing your fingertips along the plates of his metal arm. It still bothers him when you touch it. Still scares him. But every time you lay that splendidly gentle touch atop it – gentle, like no one else who ever touched that arm had been – every time you idly tap out a rhythm on the metal – casual, like no other contact had ever been – every time you caress it, lovingly, longingly, like it’s somehow beautiful… every time, he feels himself grow more at ease with the contact.

“Mm hmm,” you reply, a barely there utterance as you burrow closer.

He tugs your body a little higher, top of your head tucking just beneath his chin. “Baby,” he mutters into your hair, the word – the name, your name – pulling from him in a single, raw breath. He kisses your head, breath hot on your scalp. “Baby,” he drones again. And again, “Baby…” each time deeper and more haunting than the last. He brings his metal fingers down to the leg you have draped over him, down to your silky smooth calf. Then up, up, up, skimming in an airy touch all the way to your thigh. “Baby,” he whispers in your ear just as the cool, metallic digits slide slowly beneath the sheet and leave a subtle press at the small bruise he’d pinched into your ass just the night before.

You wriggle in his grasp, giggle as the delightful tickle traces back down your leg again. His fingers hit a uniquely sensitive spot just atop your Achilles and it causes a bark of laughter to shoot out… and your heel to rocket back and collide with his knee.

“Ow!” bellows out of him amid a deep and hearty laugh. “Damn…”

“Sorry,” you snicker, reaching down to rub at the joint. “Sorry, baby,” you breath out as your palm cups his knee, fingertips lightly grazing the skin surrounding it.

“Oh, so now I’m baby?” he asks with a lilt.

You prop your chin on his chest again, angle yourself to be able to look into those sparkling eyes. “You don’t like it… baby?” you inquire as your hand drops off to the side and rakes high along his inner thigh.

“Nah,” he intones, jerking a bit beneath you and letting out an almost uncomfortable sounding grunt as you brush against him, fingers winding around his now hardening length. “I… I like it.”

You stroke him slowly, gently, your touch both delicate and pressing. “I like this too,” you murmur softly as a lingering, open-mouthed kiss gets pressed to the very center of his neck.

“Yeah?” he bites out, the bob of his Adam’s apple causing your lips to curl into a crooked smile.

“Mm hmm,” hums out into his skin, pulsing to his core. You shift a bit and crawl atop him, press yourself to his strong chest, feel his heart beat – wildly now, the smooth steadiness gone – into your own ribcage. “And I like having you here in the morning. Here in my bed.”

He runs a hand through your hair, at first just so he can take in your face. But once he locks onto those beautiful eyes, hooded with desire… lust blown, his fingers tangle in and tug, sharply pulling you up to meet his lips. With his metal hand, he cups your ass, the touch there gentler, more timid than he tenders with his right, more tame than the entire rest of his body can muster. “Like waking up to this?” he asks once your lips part, each word punctuated by a short stutter and gasp.

You smile, wide and cunning and dangerous, and for a moment he thinks that he can die a happy man, could let go right now with your fingers curled about him, your weight atop him, your flushed face beaming down at him.

“Uh huh,” you breathe out, readying yourself beneath the sheets, sidling your hips closer to his, pulling up so as to effortlessly slide back down and guide him in. Into place. Into the only place he ever wants to be. “Don’t ever wanna wake up any different.”

“Jesus, doll,” he moans, jerking up to recapture your lips, tracing the warmth of you with his tongue, melting into your touch as you reach up and weave your fingers into his hair, scrape lightly – then harshly – at his scalp as your hips move in slow, subtle circles. “Fuck.”

You pull back, just a bit, just enough to be able to look down and see his red, raw lips, slitted eyes filled with… want. Need. You stare down at him for a long moment, utterly certain that the same unbearable need is painted across your own face as well. A low grunt pulls from his chest as he thrusts into you, hits a spot that makes you gasp, makes you want to weep. Makes you want to utter the words you’d long ago promised yourself to never tell another living soul.

I want you. I need you. I love you.

But the words still in your throat, refusing to come out. And you’re grateful for it. In that moment, you’re so damn grateful.

“Baby,” he mutters blankly, giving your hip a squeeze. A small hit of concerned energy sloughs off of him and you glance down to find a look emanating from his eyes that matches. His brows tug in a curious, worried furrow, the image of him a bit blurry around the edges. And you realize all at once that you’re crying. He lifts his hand to wipe away a tear, frown tugging at his swollen lips. “Sweetheart,” he metes out, only barely slowing his pace. “What?”

You blink out a few more tears and pull his face into a hazy focus before craning your head towards his hand – towards that tender, loving touch – and pressing a long, sloppy kiss to his burning palm. I love you, you think, the only reasonable answer to his question. God, I love you.

That is the what. It’s the only what there could possibly ever be. You’re as sure of that as you are of anything.

But still, those words remain buried deep inside, that admission you swore never again to give barricading itself inside your chest, coiling itself around your rapidly beating heart. Instead, a cover, equal parts authentic and utterly deceitful. “Pancakes,” you breathe out in a sharp gasp as your hands move to his shoulders, slide to his chest, fingernails digging halfmoon bruises into his flesh. “I want pancakes.”

He stills beneath you for a fleeting moment, his frown swiftly lifting into a smile so wide that it sets the corners of his dazzling eyes to crinkle. A thick laugh chokes out of him and your palms slide to the center of his chest to pull the delightful tremor in. He thrusts again, metal hand rising to cover your own small hands as they rest just above his heart.

“Yeah, doll,” he bites out, expression slipping into a coy grin as he feels you tighten – slick and sweet and vice-like – around him. “I’ll make you all the pancakes you want.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfic #avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic

[kinsurou]

Prism! I’m back here to request please! I am a sucker for friends to lovers so I’m going to ask for #53 please with Hawks with some mirror sex in the mix? God I have been thirsting for this man and the Aizawa one you wrote for me is so so good. Thank you so much lovely and congrats again!! ♥️ -myheromusings

53. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

+Friends to lovers & Mirror sex

“I can’t believe him…” He only sat at the edge of your bed, watching you walk back and forth across the bedroom with a pained look across your features. “Four years Hawks, I wasted four years of my life on him for what?”

A trash bag laid near your feet, every single gift received from your now ex-boyfriend filled the black piece of plastic to the brim. Every single thing he had given you over the past year -including his own clothes- laid there ready to be thrown into the trash container. “Just for him to break up because he’s not ready for commitment.” The air quotes were a nice gesture as you sat down beside the blond, hiding your puffy eyes from his view to save whatever remains left of your dignity are still left unscathed.

“God, I’m so pathetic.” You’re sobbing again, hiding your face from the blond’s view before he can witness another miserable round of waterworks. "And yet you're always there to help me out...What did I do to deserve a friend like you?"

It’s not until you’re pulled back into a sitting position that you’re met with his fierce eyes looking at you with both fury and devotion. “Listen to me.” Hawks grips your shoulders firmly, the gesture is more than enough to get your complete attention in a matter of seconds. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” The intensity behind those golden eyes was suffocating, easily entrapping your undivided attention. “Hawks…”

Leather-covered fingers dig themselves into your delicate skin, his thumbs running circles in your shoulders until he pulls you closer to him to capture your lips with his own for a brief moment, that kiss ends just as quickly before he pushes you down on the mattress to crawl on top of you. “I’m going to show you just how important you really are.”

“Fuck, dove...you look so beautiful.” He breathes out, eyes narrowed confidently when he gets a good look at your writhing body taking his every thrust with pure delight. He’s doing a good job, judging from the way your head hangs off the edge of the bed blissfully, and the thin layer of sweat coating your entire figure. “C’mon baby, open your eyes. Look how beautiful you look right now.”

“Hawks!” Your eyes slowly start to open, the scenario before you is briefly fuzzy from the blood rushing to your brain. His hand holds the side of your cheek tenderly and faintly forcefully, it guides your face into a certain direction, and after focusing on the image before you, the realization hits in that the reflection was upside down.

But even in such a state, the image of his bare body draped over your own, of his face twisted in satisfaction as he continues to move in such a rhythmical way makes it so difficult to focus on the image being carved into the depths of your mind .

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Half-lidded eyes took every single move from your body, the smallest of spasms, whimpers, and gasps. “You are absolutely perfect, dove.” He kissed your cheek lovingly. “Nobody, and I mean NOBODY deserves your tears, especially your fucking ex.”

He angles his hips at a slightly different angle, reaching a spot that makes you feel one of the greatest of pleasures your body has never felt before, powerful enough to make your eyes go wide open, and tears slowly start threatening to come out once again, this time from the sheer euphoria when he began hitting that same spot repeatedly. “Harder, Hawks...please!”

He laughed lowly at your words, hips rocking faster as he felt your legs wrap around him, refusing to let go of the man about to give you one of the best orgasms you’ve ever had. “Take a good look at how beautiful you look taking my cock like this.” Another slam of his hips pulls out a loud moan from your parted lips. But even amidst such a sinful daze, you do as he says and focus on the full body mirror positioned near the bed. 

But it becomes so difficult to pay attention to the reflection when Hawks keeps making you feel so damn good. “I’ve always wanted to do this, show you how much I adore you since the day we met.” 

I hope you like this one @myheromusings! ❤

#bnha smut #mha smut #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #500 followers event #prism does a prompt

[pepperful-qt]

Hi there! Can I request hcs of kuroo, kita and semi with a big brain s/o? It doesn't just apply to s/o academically, but more so about life in general (like having ~streetsmarts~) thank you!

you said street smarts my mind went to jj bittenbinder. ngl i kinda used the wisdom proficiencies from d&d as reference for this hahaha nerd i hope it’s what you want! also i just want to thank you for requesting my not-so-secret fav semi semi

Kuroo, Kita, & Semi with a big brain s/o

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Kuroo Tetsuro

oh this man appreciates it. he’s so entertained

you know that drinking game that Tyrion does with Shae where he guesses something about your past and if he’s right you have to drink, if not he does? that’s what you do minus the drinking part obv,, unless

as a person with high charisma himself, you make it a game to see who can bluff out and/or fool the other (you almost always win)

any time there’s a game night and you’re playing a social deception game you always win. no one can get a lie past you

if it’s a teamwork one, you and Kuroo crush everyone else

you find ways to skimp on your hw but still come out fine. he has no idea how, and it both annoys and impresses him

“i thought you stayed up watching buzzfeed unsolved instead of studying last night??”

“yeah so what?”

“but you got a 96%”

he knows that intelligence isn’t just defined by what you’re able to memorize out of a book, and you’re a perfect example of that. he respects you a lot

you’re the type of person that reads random articles and therefore has the most random bits of trivia that you throw in conversation

he can have an intellectual conversation with you, since you always come up with unique perspectives. he loves asking your opinion on things, bc who tf knows what’ll come out of your mouth

you don’t know what a derivative is to save your life but you know the location of every 7/11 in a ten mile radius, and if they carry a specific type of onigiri or cup noodle flavor

but fr you give the best advice and are always there to lend an ear

you watch murder mystery movies together and try to figure out the culprit, sometimes actually arguing over it

other times you’ll watch a drama and make bets on who’s gonna do what or end up with who

rip Kenma in the corner just trying to live his life

it’s hilarious seeing you interact with someone who is not “big brain” or street smart

let’s just use Lev as an example for no particular reason, just bc

you quickly learned that Lev would believe almost anything you said, he was that fascinated by your apparent wisdom

so you and Kuroo will sometimes join forces and see what you can get him to believe. you once convinced him that if you kill an insect you’d become that insect in your next life and die the same way, and for a solid month he would start crying if he ever stepped on an ant

chaos couple™

you have this whole atmosphere about you that is just “do not fuck with me” bamf if i do say so myself

which tbh is one of the things he finds most attractive about you. you knew exactly what he was up to the first time he started flirting with you, but you weren’t intimidated one bit. you became a challenge~

10/10 best looking couple of the three

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Kita Shinsuke

the two voices of reason, bless you both. you’re very similar, but also very different

he’s the definition of high intelligence & high wisdom with low charisma cleric kita omg, while you have both high wisdom and high charisma with an intelligence stat you barely use (high or low lol)

he’s the kind of guy who always thinks things through with logic, and he’s always sure of his decisions

you on the other hand, have an intuition based logic

freaks him out when you rely on your gut instinct but somehow it always pays off

“why?” 

“just because” 

“but why??”

you’re adaptable in almost every situation, always know what to say, and have an uncanny ability to read people

which actually comes in handy in your relationship

he’s not the best at expressing himself but you always seem to know his emotional state and thought process, something no one else except his granny has really cracked yet and you do it so easily. sometimes he wonders if you’re a mind reader

you knew he liked you before he did & you asked him out first ~

“Shin-kun, you look happy today!” 

“Ah, I was able to clean all the volleyballs after practice and still had time to fold and organize the scrimmige vests by color.”

meanwhile Atsumu: “hE litERALLY?? looks the sAME??!”

speaking of the twins, you’re great at handling them

Atsumu tried to scare you away the first time you showed up at practice before you and Kita announced your relationship, but you were calm and polite

which tbh put him off more than if you’d clammed up or gotten angry. he almost felt bad for being rude. almost.

imagine how bad he felt when Kita found out

the both of you are both feared and respected by the team 

you’ll help Kita out with his self-assigned chores sometimes, figuring out new ways to be efficient and not lose quality

he also loves how he can trust you to take care of yourself, whether it’s walking home alone or losing you in a crowd or just looking after your health. he still worries and dotes on you but it’s out of love, not because he’s concerned you’ll hurt yourself unintentionally 

he loves a person with common sense @ inarizaki

you’re both really good at getting gifts for each other, since you’re both very perceptive

one time you guessed his favorite flavor of ice cream and it made the butterflies a’flutter

there’s this silent competition between you two of who can give the better gifts

wishes you would study more though ngl. he knows you’re smart you just don’t always dedicate that intelligence to your schoolwork

he finds it charming how you’re always looking at things from different angles rather than the straightforward path. he thinks it’s a very good quality

that “yeah but what if...” kind of mentality

we already know he appreciates that attitude if he doesn’t really take it on himself

you’re both able to appreciate the nuances of life and enjoy the moment together

your relationship is one of the most balanced and strong out there tbh,,

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Semi Eita

you’ve got this charm that makes people respect you. a certain type of confidence, if you will, that made him first notice you

lots of students were intimidated by the members of the volleyball team, for their height and reputation etc, but you never showed any reservation, not even with Ushijima

as well as your conviction, you have take no shit attitude that comes in great handy with certain members of the team it’s also hot af

you can banter with Tendou and you provoke Goshiki all day long but never Shirabu bc you know what’s up

you do however irritate him with mind games, bc you know he’s a little shit who stole your bf’s spot and needs to be taken down a peg sometimes

you: *describing the quantum wave trolley problem”

Shirabu: *screams*

all the while Semi is trying and failing to hide the smug little smirk on his face

with Semi though, you’re able to just talk

he enjoys conversation with you bc he’s never bored. you make him think and you make him laugh, both good things

sometimes you’ll point something out that just makes him go “oh” bc it seems so obvious when you point it out

other times it’s something so outlandish that he can’t help but crack a smile or let out a laugh 

sometimes it’s the connect the dots meme “you didn’t connect shit” lmao

again, solid advice giver with no holds barred. anyone who needs to be straight up told what they need to hear comes to you, bc you're usually right

and Semi himself can get lost in his own head so it's nice to have you to ground him

you’re decent in your classes sure, but where you really impress is your strategy in game. any game

once you were invited to play laser tag with the team and you whipped out a battle plan that annihilated the other team

alternatively, you show no mercy in monopoly or uno, damn your relationships

it’s actually very annoying how quickly you pick up the rules and nuances to games and use them to your advantage

if you’re both very competitive, it’s usually better for everyone if you’re both on the same team

but he likes a challenge heh

okay, we know he’s bad at dressing himself when it comes to casual outfits. no common sense. you notice this too

“Eita, sweetie, if you go out like that you will get mugged,, even in Miyagi.”

you’ll walk down the street hand in hand and you make random guesses or stories about the people you see 

“that guy is totally a scammer” or “bet that lady looking at the papaya is trying to start a diet for the third time, look at her face” and he’ll chuckle

he knows there’s always something going on inside your mind and he wants to know

when you’re lost in thought he’ll tap your forehead

“hey what’s going on in there?”

he enjoys listening to your musings and thoughts and opinions. you either have a crazy gut instinct or have some unique thought you’ve internally debated over for months

gets inspiration from you actually, even if he doesn’t realize it

likewise, you realize he has a lot on his mind he doesn’t say, but you have a way of making him say it, even if he is hesitant and abrasive at first

you’ll call him at 3am with a random thought and he’ll grumble a bit but actually will listen to you with the smallest smile on his face

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i hope??? this was good??? also lmk if this is too long without a read more i’m not sure :P

#kuroo tetsuro #kita shinsuke #semi eita #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kita shinsuke x reader #semi eita x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kita x reader #semi x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu writing #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu headcanons #the way i got so excited seeing my boy semi on here #don't look up the quantum wave trolley problem unless you want your brain fried

[herstarburststories]

Freckles Like Stars

A/N: For @amanda-teaches​​‘ 2kWriter+Reader challenge. Love me some AU!Dean from the last ep. I had so much fun writing this one!

Summary: Dean Winchester, son of HunterCorp’s owner, interrupts your hunt.

Words: 4231 (longest oneshot here so far!)

Prompt: I’ll sleep under the sheets. You sleep on top of them.

Warning: Fluff, bit of angst if you squint, season 15 related but no major spoiler.

Your breath was caught in your throat, avoiding allowing even the smallest noise to come from you. You were observing your supernatural prey from afar, armed with a revolver full of silver bullets and aiming at your target. You bit your lower lip, the flavor of apple lipstick spreading through your mouth as you clicked off the safety. The werewolf was right in your crosshairs when you heard pacing behind you, causing your shot to follow a different angle. It barely hit the werewolf’s shoulder.

Swearing through mumbles you turned around, prepared to kill whatever was after you. Maybe it was a pack of werewolves and not just one. You could hear the previous monster whining as they ran away, and you wished you could murder who was at the barrel of your gun.

“You made me miss the bitch!’’ You pulled the safety back on, putting the weapon under the hem of your jeans to glare at the Winchester in front of you. “You again? Come on!’’

Pulling his hands down, Dean relented after coming to the short conclusion that there was no imminent danger of being accidentally shot by you: “I apologize. It wasn’t my intention.’’ 

You grunted. The mere sight of him alongside the fact that the werewolf had just ran away after a grazing shot was enough to frustrate you for the night. “I already said no to your precious HunterCorp invitation in the most polite way that I could. So here’s something new: you can take your little cooperation and go fuck yourself right up your spoiled ass.’’

“If I remember well enough, your polite decline was very similar to your... outburst.’’ Dean threw a smirk, and you aimed your gun at him in response. He gulped, tugging at his cardigan’s collar. “I didn’t intend to invade your hunt. I wasn't notified that someone was taking care of it.’’

“Obviously, because I don't answer to anyone, much less you. Now step the fuck away from my case or I will make sure you choke on holy water.’’ You started to walk away, leading towards your car. The hunt was done for tonight, but you certainly could hit a bar and have some fun. 

“I can't do that. I already started the protocol—’’

“Shoot it! Burn it! Give it to a dog! You could even lie on it. I don't care,“ you interrupted him, the noises of crunching sticks and leaves under your feet while you looked for your vehicle.

Dean gasped, barely trusting his ears to listen to your blasphemy of his work. “I would never lie on an official report! What do you take HunterCorp for?’’

Dear lord, you wished it was a werewolf behind you earlier or that you could at least shoot him. Just a bit, perhaps a grazing one. Which kind of hunter got so offended about paperwork? And wore a dumbly cute hippie bracelet? It was a mystery how a random creature hadn't ripped it yet.

“A bunch of self-centered bitches trying to control the hunters for the financial benefit of their investors.’’ You swirled, facing him with a lopsided grin. “Listen, Dean, I just want to finish my job, get a whiskey and go to bed before I have to come to this forest again.’’

“I'm certain we can do it faster if we work together.’’

You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, buddy. I made myself a promise when I was little: never work with a guy who dresses like Ken.’’

“I don’t look like Ken! If anything, I’m a Superman.’’ Dean huffed. You finally reached your car, throwing the gun inside the trunk while you laughed at his remark. Thankful for the night hiding his heated cheeks, he insisted, “Listen, I can’t abandon a hunt and I could assist you.’’

You sighed, beyond tired to argue with him. It was better to accept his help now than have him mess up with the job again. After all, he was a decent partner in Mexico with John when you bumped into the same case back there. “Okay. You know what we do now?’’

“Find a quiet place and work on the case until it's time to sleep,“ he stated simply, brushing the dust off his pants. When his eyes laid on your face again, Dean caught your furrowed brows and slightly cracked mouth in mild surprise. Maybe you weren't used to taking the most healthy route in self-care when it came to hunts; most rookies on HunterCorp weren't either. Quickly, he explained himself, “A healthy sleeping routine is important for our performance during the hunt.’’

“Your adrenaline can do anything a good night of sleep would. Maybe even more.’’ You winked at him playfully. “If you want to work with me, let's do it my way. Lucky you, my way is much more fun than yours.’’

Your fingertips stroke against the pool table, the feeling of the green-colored acrylic fabric bringing a grin to your face. You looked up at Dean and how out of touch he was in the atmosphere of a callous bar with his cardigan and country club styled clothing. The hunter looked stupidly handsome, especially with the obvious frown on his face as he watched you.

Grabbing one of the available pool cues, you threw it at Dean who was fast to grab it. “Let’s play, Winchester.’’

“I’m not against relaxing, but we are in the middle of a case, (Y/N).’’ He scoffed, resting the end of the stick against the floor — a usual beginner's mistake. You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Have you ever played pool before?’’

“What? Of course I — ’’ You tilted your head, gesturing to the way Dean held the stick. His cheeks flushed pink. “No, I have not. I — I don’t usually come to places like this.’’

“You mean a bar? It’s basically the headquarters of a hunter!’’

He shrugged, clutching the cue closer as he spoke, “I go to bars, just not like this. Besides, dad prefers me and my brother to drink from his homemade collection. He likes to spoil us.’’

Part of you wanted to make fun of him, nudge the man a bit more. Which kind of hunter drank homemade beverages, was spoiled of all things and didn’t go to quality dubious bars on a daily basis? If you weren’t aware of his last name, you wouldn’t even believe he was one of your kind.

Yet, you didn’t tease him. Dean’s head hung low and the way he so openly admitted he didn’t fit that place, yet came because you called him felt like an indication that there was a real hunter in there somewhere. The green-eyed man might have invaded your hunt, but he could be a tolerable company. It had nothing to do with how cute he looked with his blushed face. Of course not. He wasn’t the type you’d normally go to, neither you were his, that’s for sure. Besides, Dean was basically the right arm of HunterCorp. So, no. It was just a matter of not being an asshole towards him again. 

Whatever you internally convinced yourself, your voice was tangled with a gentle smile and a softer tone when you spoke now than when you first met him. “Okay, country boy. I’m gonna teach you. Come here.’’

He walked towards you with hesitant steps, probably waiting for you to trick him in some way. You grabbed the pool cue from his hand, placing the stick in the correct spot to hit the cue ball right into the triangle of colorful ones. Grabbing his wrist, you pulled him closer. “Hold here.’’

“Dean, relax!’’ You placed one of your hands on his waist for support, the free one adjusting his posture around the pool cue for more efficiency. He swallowed around the lump in his throat, nervous for having you that close to him. Dean’s heart was racing the way it did when he was in a hunt or driving a bit too fast. It felt good in a different kind of way, like he was running to win a competition and sitting at the table telling funny stories at the same time. He liked it; he wanted more. “Okay, now you gotta to get the white ball.’’

“All right.’’ He mimicked your position, leaning in with both hands gripped tight around the cue stick. Whoever looked at Dean’s features would potentially conclude that he was about to commit an assassination with the way his brows were drawn tightly together, body laced with a tense rigidity.

Being that close to him made your skin tingle. Sure, you could admit he was conventionally attractive when you first met him, but this? The eldest Winchester had never quite evoked much more than passing interest before, but this newfound attraction suddenly struck you like a comet in the middle of a dingy bar. 

“I know it’s not your daddy’s homemade scotch, but I swear you are going to like it.’’ You slapped the counter with a glimmer of delight on your face, sure of your drinking choices. Whiskey might be the love of your life, but you would always have a soft spot for cocktails. Besides, you were certain that Dean would be crazy about this one.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, (Y/L/N).’’ He winked in a humorous way, and you chuckled. The waiter put the drinks on the table, two gorgeous glasses full of a pineapple, vodka, and god knows what else mixture. You pushed one of the cups towards him, your eyes glued on Dean’s as he arched an eyebrow. He grabbed the cup, sticking the straw between his lips before sucking it.

Your cocktail was untouched in hand while you viewed him with a wide-eyed gaze. Maybe the earlier beers and pool playing had gotten to you. Dean pulled the glass away, a stoic expression in place when he looked back at you.

You were about to slap him for creating more suspension than necessary, thinking that he might not have liked it. Instead, his features dimpled in a softer manner, eliciting a light-hearted smile that almost made your chest sigh of adorableness. “It tastes heavenly!’’

“I knew you would like it!’’ You clapped your hands together, both of you temporarily lost into a burst of joyous laughter. Raising your own cocktail, you took a sip before adding, “Now, let me introduce you to the main course: cheap hamburger and fries. You will never want fancy things again. And then, darts! You had good aim in Mexico. Let’s see if you can put it on use.’’

“See you tomorrow!’’ You beamed at him, waving with your keys as you trotted to your car. Dean’s mouth was torn into a grimace. It was the same one he had given you when you said you were going to drive after drinking a bit too much.

“Let me get you home safe, (Y/N). We can call a cab or I can at least make sure you won't crash on your way to the hotel.’’

“First of all, it's a motel.’’ You winked at him jokingly, but Dean just crossed his arms on his chest. God, it felt like being lectured by a professor. You were a hunter! Your tolerance was well beyond the levels of an alcoholic coma, and you still killed monsters after another glass. You didn’t need to be looked after. “I'm not your date, Dean. You don't have to do it. Besides, I can take care of myself.’’

His expression fell at your speech. “Well, still. I'm just worried about your wellbeing for our hunt tomorrow.’’

“Don't worry. I'll make sure to be alive.’’ You unlocked your car, opening the driver's door. Dean sighed, picking up his phone to see if there was an Uber near his location. Elbows resting on the hood of your beloved vehicle, you stared at him for a few moments, analyzing the curve of his pursed lips as he texted out something on his phone. The midnight breeze felt good, and you deliberately coughed to catch his attention. Dean rapidly abandoned his phone to meet your eyes. “’I'll let you know once I get home.’’

You should consider his ensuing smile nothing but polite, but, in your nearly tipsy state, you didn't want to.

You threw the crumbled napkin on the table. “I think you are right. We should check it. Come on, let's go in my car. Driving around the city in different ones isn't smart.’’

Dean nodded, placing perfectly straight dollars near your used paper as you both stood up. “Yeah, it would be more practical. Do you have enough werewolf-killing bullets?’’

You hummed in response, following the path to your old road friend; a very well-preserved Chevrolet classic. The previous times that Dean had encountered you, it was too dark to actually look at that masterpiece of a car, and now he simply couldn't stop admiring it. Your Baby was broken when you encountered his father, so you had to use one of Jimmy Novak's old cars as yours waited for you to have time to fix her up.

“Impala 67. My mom bought him and it just kept in family.’’ You grinned, enjoying the way he carefully caressed the hood and smiled, impressed. “’Wanna drive?’’

“I — Really?’’ You giggled at how flustered he seemed, throwing your keys at him. Dean almost didn't catch them, probably stunned by your proposal.

‘'Just don't crash Baby, Winchester. I'd kill you.’’

“I know it's not your usual five star hotel, but at least we have free ice!’’ You spread your arms in a kidding manner, soon regretting such a decision with a wince of pain. Werewolves’ nails were sharper than any of your knives. You should grab some after the monster was gone for good and turn them into a weapon.

Dean remained in silence when he arrived at the room, closing the door with you balanced carefully in his arms. It was strange for him to be that quiet around you. With your hold tightening on the improvised — a plastic bag with ice cubes — cold compress, you looked up at him. His expression twisted into a grimace as he glanced around and headed towards your current bed, laying you carefully on the mattress. You thought you had passed his spoiled surface, but maybe he was just what you saw. Irked, you didn’t miss the opportunity to bite him about it. “’What? Not enough for you and your five hundred dollars shoes?’’

His response was a straight, harsh tone that poorly camouflaged his obvious worry. “Not enough for someone injured.“

Dean’s words made your stomach spin brutally. The hint of guilt coupled with the irritated wound on your leg that made you want to puke. All he had been was nice and awkwardly friendly and helpful, yet you were mostly rude. It probably had annoyed him.

He was quiet, internally eating the blame for leaving you open during the hunt’s most delicate stage — the execution. The Winchester was furious at himself, but mostly guilty for being the one to cause you to go through this. You were hurt and were going to feel even more agony during the patch up because of him. Although he highly doubted you would accept it, the hunter couldn’t help but mourn for his own first-aid kit. With it, he could’ve at least given you a sedative. At least the hunter could try to distract you from the inevitable ache.

Fortunately, you were very talkative.

“I don't have anything against you. I seriously don't. I'm just not a fan of corporations.’’ You attempted to articulate your feelings as he placed you on the mattress. Dean didn't answer you right away, rather focusing on the poor excuse for medical supplies he had brought from your car. God, you needed to get more useful first-aid. Why was the best thing you had cartoon-related band-aids? At least you had some Scooby Doo ones. “Getting paid to save people doesn't seem fair, you know? Would you pay Superman to save your ass if you were falling from a building?’’

“Perhaps the more appropriate question would be why I was on the top of a building to begin with?’’ he finally asked, his terse silence receding in favor of his usual dorky demeanor. A chuckle blossomed from your lips despite the werewolf’s painful autograph on your leg, relief settling in for awareness of not having hurt his feelings. He grabbed some scissors, cutting your jeans until up to your knee. “I'm joking. Dad made an empire from the ground up while he raised Sam and I. He helped people. I am very proud of my old man. He needed to find a space between taking care of me and Samuel and saving others.’’

“And it isn't possible to be a hunter and something else. It's this life or another.’’ You completed in recognition. John’s work was really impressive, mainly because he was a good father above any hunting business. You chewed on your lower lip to restrain a groan when Dean started to clean the wound. “I guess I can understand it.’’

“At least we don’t fake credit cards and pretend to be the FBI.’’

“Shut up, summer clothes. You have two private planes and a pool bigger than them,” you remarked, a lighter feeling enveloping the room despite your momentary protest from the physical discomfort. Willing to tease him a bit more, you said, “Still, you are here with me.’’

He tried to brush it off with a shrug. “Dad likes to spoil us. Maybe I wanted to see what the other side could have been. You know, not being a... How did you say it? Spoiled little rich boy in an expensive cardigan.’’

You giggled at his justification, almost whispering your reply, “Or you are here because you got worried about me.’’

“That's a possibility…’’ Dean admitted before locking his green eyes with yours, rosy red cheeks not going unnoticed by you. “You should consider our proposal. No one should depend on bar games and fraudulent credit cards to eat everyday. Especially when they are trying to help people.’’

“I don't wanna be an underling, Dean. It's easy for you. You are the boss' kid. I'd just be an employee. A minion. Someone who doesn't have the last word.’’

“That's not how we function. They wouldn't take away your free will. I can assure you of that.’’ You looked away once his sincerity rattled through your head, glaring at his improvised cold compress that laid on your belly. Dean continued working on your wound, occasionally asking if it was aching until he was finished. “So, is it okay?’’

“Best stitching job I've had in awhile. Thank you.’’ You gave him a grateful beam, twinkles of shyness glimmering there that you hadn’t experienced in a very long time. You couldn't even remember the last time you’d felt anything near timid around a guy. You barely knew why you were in such a state now.

Perhaps you did. Dean cared about you when you got hurt, allowing the werewolf to storm away to cease your pain. It was more than tactical wisdom. He made you feel more as a human being than a hunting partner in the last 24 hours. When was the last time someone had treated you like that? You didn’t even notice you missed the glimmer of kindness inside the tender touch and go moments with other people around usual violence of the life you had chosen. 

Dean nodded his head in acknowledgement, examining your patchworked wound for a little longer before he got up and grabbed a lonely chair next to you. “What are you doing?’’

“Getting as comfortable as possible to sleep.’’ He scowled, squirming in his chair to find a less displeasing way to doze. “You are still hurt. What if the werewolf or something else comes here?’’ You sighed; he was right. “Now rest.’’

You pouted. “Stop giving me orders that make sense!’’

There was something pleasantly refreshing about the sounds that the both of you echoed, but in that moment, exhaustion won. At least, that rest felt complete.

Dean shifted a lot in efforts to find a more bearable position to rest, but he didn't seem to be able to stay in one place. The scratching noises from the friction of his clothes with the aimchair were starting to disturb you, and you weren't the most patient person after being attacked by a monster. 

“Dean.’’ You sat on the bed, glaring at him.

He sat straight, suddenly alarmed. “What? Did you hear something?’’

“Yes, the noise of you humping the chair.’’

“I wasn’t!’’

“Sure. Come here.’’ You patted the spot next to you, Dean’s mouth dropping half-open as his brows furrowed in confusion. You rolled your eyes. “I’ll sleep under the sheets. You sleep on top of them.’’

“That could work.’’ He thought he was nervous before, but the seven steps to reach your bed felt like a New York marathon. Laying beside you proved that whatever emotions he experienced back at the bar could increase a hundred percent.

As promised, he laid on top of the sheets while you found yourself seeking for heat under them. Your feet were chilly, and Dean sensed it even between the barrier of sheets when you casually touched his with yours. The Winchester crossed his arms, refusing to pull you closer by using the poor excuse of shared body heat.

You laid on your side, and he turned a couple times before resting on his side as well. Your eyes just relaxed into each other's gaze. It was like a secret, silent lullaby. It was vulnerability at its finest, the moment where you feel comfortable in the quietude of the city around someone. You found freckles etched across his face like stars, and Dean discovered that you blinked three times before shaking your hips a bit, as if it made you more cozy in bed. 

You could joke your way out of it. He could comment on how you two should go to his hotel because of many reasons, starting by the fact that it was a hotel, with an h. Nevertheless, you two were content despite the chaos of your own different worlds colliding by way of this tiny, sweet glimmer of happiness.

“Here.’’ Dean handed you a card, but you stood with your arms crossed despite your upbeat mood.

Shrugging, you stated, “I am still not interested in joining the corporation.’’

“I imagined that. For as much as I do not agree with your decision, that isn't a HunterCorp card.’’ Dean curved the corners of his lips into a sweet, exaggerated whisper of a smile, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Raising your eyebrow, you grabbed the piece of paper. In perfect calligraphic script, Dean’s name was scrawled next to a phone number.

“Your number.’’ You took a defiant of joy in it, shifting your glare from the card to his face. He still looked like an adorable mess. You shove the card in your pocket. “God, I can't believe I'll do it.’’ Stepping closer, you grabbed his collar and crashed your lips against his. Dean’s hands easily found their way to your waist after a few moments of surprise, bringing you to him. His stupid lips were as soft as you imagined they would be yesterday, and he kissed you like you were the most valuable thing he had ever put his hands on. “Been wanting to kiss you since yesterday.’’

Dean pecked your lips one more time, missing them as soon as he pulled away.  “I've been wanting to kiss you since we first met in Mexico. I guess I won.’’

“Cheesy.’’ You scrunched up your nose, and he chuckled. “But this!” You pointed at you and him, allowing your intrusive thought to surface. “It doesn’t change one bit of what I think about the corporation.’’

“I know.’’ Dean nodded slightly, too enchanted by your closeness. There was a childish grin lingering on his features as you talked. Jesus, the gorgeous freckles on this man made your head spin.

“Or what I think about your clothes…’’ you teased him, but the words left your mouth more tempered with affection than you would have liked.

The Winchester snorted, pursing his lips. “Yeah?’’

“Or about your stupidly cute bracelet.’’ He chortled as you lifted your arms to lace around his neck, his thumb rubbing warmly into the bare part of your waist.

“We could stay in the city for a bit longer. It’s karaoke night in the bar,’’ Dean mumbled, searching for your neck to offer a gentle peck. 

Between sighs of pleasure, you found the will to finish your sentence with an added dose of firmness: “But if you need to go and do your corporate things... Well, I'll call, Dean Winchester. For real.’’

This time, Dean was the one making the first move, leaning to capture your lips in his again. That was what a kiss should be like. Neither of you wanted it to stop. Maybe he could find another case near here. Perhaps ask Samuel to cover him on the job for a few. And if he didn't, you could always help him trick company procedure to spend a little more time with you.

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Instinct |5|

Attack on Titan Fanfic

Levi x Reader 

Summary: An unwelcome(ish) blast from the Captain’s trainee days comes back to the Scouting Regiment and old habits die hard.

Instinct: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 |

Words:2803

Warnings: Swearing (Obvs), Smut - Orgasm denial, knife/cum play (Oh yeah I went there!).......Sub Levi.....Like Oooof!

This took me wayyyyy to long to finish. So i’m sorry! Thank you to everyone who has messaged at one point or another asking if there will be more chapters.

This was going be the last chapter...but I decided that i loved it too much. There will be more but there will just be a time jump to a much more recent arc. So if you wanna be tagged let me know :)

Huge shout out to @submissive-bangtan who not only inspired me to do a Sub as f**k Levi but also helped me out with a few ideas (knives and cleaning of certain fluids :P) when my Smut brain died for a while.... Thank you, you’re amazing and I purple the hell out of you!!!

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Sooo enjoy:

“Hhhhhmmmm Cold” Levi hissed as you removed the ice filled packet from his ballooned ankle.

“Obviously”

It was a rare sight seeing Levi actually laying in his bed, you just wished it was under better circumstances. You’d done as much first aid as you could for him, his ankle had been iced and was now elevated comfortably under a few pillows.

The mission had for most purposes failed. Levi’s squad was slaughtered as well as countless others from the unit. The female titan had surprised everyone with a hardening ability everyone had yet to even comprehend; allowing her to escape. The corps nearly lost Eren, it was only thanks to Levi and Mikasa you didn’t. Mikasa disobeyed direct orders resulting in the subsequent injury of Levi. Things were not looking good for humanity. Faith In the corps had gone to lower depths than you’d thought possible; Eren’s custody was to be transferred tomorrow to the Interior police. Erwin had one last final plan; the option of failure for this non-existant.

“Don’t move!” you ordered

“I’ll be back with some tea” Levi responded with nothing but a huff but even Levi dare not move under the gaze you shot him before heading downstairs.

“How’s he doing?” Hanje asked

“As grumpy as you can expect” you responded placing the water jug over the flames. Hanje smiled weakly, even behind the bright glare of her glasses you could see the dim and tired dying out glow.

“I know everything looks bleak but even when we discover the smallest amount of knowledge about the titans it will help” she offered

“I know, just wish the squad would feel your optimism, but this plan has got to work tomorrow otherwise we’re fucked even you can’t deny that surely?”

“I try not to dwell on any other outcome than our victory tomorrow.”

//

“I thought I told you not to move?” Frowning at Levi who’d sat himself up, legs dangling over the bed. As petite as he was the tone on hi body was near ridiculous as was his physical strength. The underwear only teasing his thighs.

“You did, I’ve ignored you. It’s not bad, I heal fast” You placed the tea next to his bed, sighing with a shake of your head.

“This is why I … At least let me strap it first” You grabbed a bandage from the draw and plonked yourself next to him and shoved him on his back and cradled his leg over your thighs and began wrapping.

“I wish you’d just listen to me, just once” you confessed defeated as you got up sliding your shoes off near the door subsequently locking it. He did used to listen but only when he submitted in the bedroom, never in the field.

“I’m going to keep you off your feet for a little longer” You offered with finality to a Levi who already had his legs dangling over the bed ready to get up again. You hindered him from getting up any further pushing him back as he went to stand. He conceded, bratty pout slapped on his lips; he pulled himself up to resting his head against the pillow. Your legs clamped either side of his waist resting on the back of your calves trapping him where he lay. Even injured he was strong enough to put up a fight but he didn’t.

Wise choice! Plan successful!l

“Yeah?” he questioned, his lips curving up at either end wickedly; his hands rested and gripped at your behind. You naturally arched into him.

“Mmmhmm” your hands found solace brushing up his undercut from the side and tangling in his hair.

“I was thinking we could play a game, like we used to or have you forgotten how much you like it when I’m in charge?” you traced a finger from his neck in a delicate soft move to under his chin. He chased your finger meekly into a kiss, soft at first. His grip on your behind grew tighter. His lips rougher, dancing with yours. His eyes flashing back to the echo of training days, two cadets sneaking out to the training posts.

With enough motivation to stay where he lay you slid of the bed and scooped up his harness that was hung pristine and delicate on the back of the door.

“Take everything off and put this on, I’ll be back in a minute” The leather was removed from your hand with instant obedience.

You took ten minutes to return, you only needed three. The other seven were purely for his imagination to stew.

On your arrival back he’d done as you asked.

“Good Boy” His eyes bloomed. Those words. Coming from anyone else would easily have earned a broken jaw, but from you; they riled something at his very core. He would sin to the heavens for you just to hear those words roll off your tongue. The leather, ribboning round his skin. Beautiful as it tried to contain the muscle underneath.

You grabbed the chair, wrist swinging it in front you. Your head nodded to the chair

Sit!

He sat.

“Did you think I’d forget how my Levi likes to be treated?” Your fingers clasping together at the base of his neck, your chest almost to his, your hips angling into his groin; his palms already applying pressure at your hips.

“Did you think I’d forget every last dirty thing I can get you to do to me?” your words slipped into a whisper at his ear as smoothly as your lips enveloped his ear lobe. Adams apple bobbing a deep groan in his throat as your teeth pinched the skin and your hips rolled into him hard.

“You sound so beautiful when you moan for me” praise tickling awakes the triggers at the back of his mind. He was weak for it, but what really drove him when you were in charge was the need to please you; to drag every breath, moan and obscenity from your lips. When you demanded it of course. When he was yours, the ability and familiarity of following orders to a fault remained in tune with his Corps life.

“Wanna play?”

“Yes” You tugged at his hair.

“Yes, M’aa…m” You ground your hips against him again for a final time as he grew hard beneath you.

“I’ve just got to grab something from downstairs”

“Again?” he whined.

//

His hands were locked in yours, pinned above of his head. His wrists looking so pretty with rope weaved around them. He was unable to see the way your mouth had curled into a smile, laced with satisfaction. Thee make shift blindfold seeing to that. He’ll have a reason to smile every time that cravat is round his neck from now on. His eyes had blown out so beautifully when he saw what you’d brought from downstairs. His thighs were tinted red, small red squares. The way he hissed through his teeth as the riding crop struck. Your core hovered, aching for the pressure of his thigh centimetres below.

“If I don’t cum from your words while I’m riding your pretty thighs you’re going to say blind and tied and I’m going to ruin every orgasm that I allow”

“If you do” he countered.

“If I do… you’ll be able to see and touch me and when I’m finished with you I’ll let you make me cum once however YOU want. Does that sound good to you?”

You lowered onto his toned muscle. His agreeance of his reward was tainted by a sigh that melted into your ears like honey when your hips circled; spreading how much he affected you.

“I’ve hardly even started and yet feel how filthy your thigh is already, coated with me”

His body fidgeted; Adams apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. The thought of getting dirty with you was too good. He wanted to feel your cum coat his thighs as you unwound above him and he wanted to SEE it.

“I’m waiting” You prompted. You wanted his words mixing with your hip movements. He’s was never much of a talker, so all them years ago you started doing these ‘games’ to get him to articulate what he enjoyed the most; and he was ridiculously good!

//

“I bet you wish it was my tongue in between your legs instead of my thigh don’t you?” Your fingers curled into his skin just above his chest, pressing more weight through your hands.

“Why don’t you tell me why…I should” you prompted through supressed moans as he tensed his quads beneath you. His hair falling off of his forehead as he rolled his head to the side, veins twitching frustrated in his neck.

“You love when my tongue glides through you, the way my teeth leave pretty little bruises on the inside of your thighs”

“Mmmm” you hummed in bliss rocking your hips.

“The long flicks of my tongue, the way you quiver and your leg tighten around my head”

Your hips circled in long drawn out ones, rushing to that high quicker than you thought you would.

“Your clit in my mouth, the way you arch your back when my fingers disappear into you. I love it when your fingers scratch down my back, marking me whispering how good you take my cock into your ear”

Your hips jolted along his tensed muscle, nails dragging down his chest

“Fuck” you hissed leg muscles dancing, clenching his thigh. A victorious smirk plastered across his face.

“Didn’t take you long were you that desperate?” You gripped his jaw harshly bringing his face to the centre, his lip partially pouting.

“Watch your mouth” you shoved his head to the side. He huffed, the regretful moan that followed when your hands clamped down around his weeping cock.

“You’re now going to suffer a bit longer for that cockiness” Your hands weaved through the harness tugging gently.

“But I’ll do as I said after”

//

“How’s that” you preened talking over the deep groan rolling around his throat as you lowered yourself down on him.

“Mmm tight…soo good” he whined. He had the audacity to roll his hips into you without permission.

“I don’t think so…” you half choked keeping your moan from him.

“You’re NOT going to move and you’re NOT going to cum are you?”

“No ma’am” Muscles twitched in his arm as the frustration was tugged onto the rope cocooning his wrists. You weren’t going to make it easy for him. The rhythms of your hips were something Levi confessed in being weak for; especially when he couldn’t control them. You could never get over how sexy it was when Levi’s bottom lip disappeared under his teeth, groans filtering through.

“…..”

You stifled yourself as you lent backwards grabbing your next play thing. His cock now pressed firm against the velvet patch inside you. Your fingers traced over some light lines on his chest, a subtle hint and memory triggering gesture.

Red trickled over tense pectorals, the stain spreading through the white linen. Hisses passed through pursed lips. Your hips circling torturous and slow clenching around him; his hips jutted up minutely as the glinting silver blade caressed over his skin. His head rolled back into the sheets; drunk on the sensation, goosebumps igniting a pathway where the red trickled down.

“Did you think I’d forget how much you love it when I make you bleed?”

“God I can feel your cock twitching; you love it when I mark you don’t you”

“Mmmhhmmm” he hummed, redirecting every ounce of energy he had to not fuck up into you. His cheeks secured in your hand fast.

“Excuse me?” you cued.

“Yes, fuck!” He whined.

“Does that sound like you want more?” You gave him a moment to retrieve a breath which you only stole clenching around him.

The knife edge balancing elegant over his collarbone. Obedient metallic soldier waiting for its command.

“More” he pleaded.

“Manners” Your hips had stilled waiting for the magic word. You detected slight exasperation amongst the breath of his whine of the sudden stopped motion.

“Please, god please don’t stop moving, you feel so good. Please mark me as yours, please”

“Much better” you praised, your hips resumed their light circles; your breath hitching when he reached the velvet goldmine at the front of you. Eliciting hisses from his lips, clenching and drawing neat lines soon to be littered with little pin pricks of red.

“So pretty” you cooed, hands ghosting down the centre of his chest; his muscles tensing at the contact.

The rope fell away from his skin, pretty rose pink lines now glazed on his wrists. His eyes flitting adjusting to the light finally landing between your thighs and his. Cum and arousal glistening off them. His arms had dropped above him resting on the squishy cotton of the pillow. His pupils fully blown out saturated with desperation.

“Can I move now?”

“Mmm yes, but you still can’t cum until I say” He didn’t need permission twice. He sat up, his freed hand supporting you at your lower back. Your own hands tightening together at the back of his neck; fingers gliding past the soft prickles of his undercut. The moment your back touched the mattress his head dived to the crevice of your neck allowing him to nudge your head to the side. Hot thirsty kisses decorating your neck, kisses becoming heavier across your clavicle. Fading red petals drifting away quickly. The kisses across your scarred side were longer, almost more sincere and compassionate. The warm comfort of oxytocin you brushed away pushing his head further down to where was really aching and pressing on your priority list. Humanities strongest weak for the treasure between your legs offered no resistance.

//

“Fuck…Stop!” you cried yanking his head up from your core, his chin glistening, cheeks tainted light pink from the heat.

“Just fuck me now” you whined. Moist plump lips made their way up your body. Your devilish eyes holding onto his with a vengeance.

Heavy breathed expletives diffused into the air. Levi’s low grunts getting deeper rapidly. His head already buried heating up your neck with nips and bites. Blossoming pink half crescents indenting on his back.

“You feel so fucking good” you managed in unison with the harsh juts of his hips.

“Fuck… I can’t” he struggled.

“After 3 and you can cum, you’ve been such a good boy” you purred. You were trying your hardest to control your muscles, hindering them from releasing the intoxicating waves.

“3”

“2”

“Ugh I can’t” he whined again. The desperation emitting through his struggling pants shoved you straight into a convulsing mess. He broke. Pulling out unable to hold just one more second. Spilling out over your stomach.

“That desperate you couldn’t even hold on one more second; and now you’ve made a mess” you were chasing your breathes, body basking in the aftershocks.

Exhausted pants fanned across your neck, low groans soaked in his throat.

“Mmm, I’m sorry” He whimpered. You dragged him into a suffocating kiss, his knee pressing against your soaked core causing sweet shudders.

“Seeing as you couldn’t control yourself you can clean your mess up” He nodded accepting his task, shifting upwards to leave the bed.

Oh no!

“With your tongue” you added holding his arm.

He made sure to scatter your breasts with wet prolonged kisses. The attention firing through your nerves like a flame spreading through gasoline. He smirked as his lips engrossed around your nipple which was already stood pining attention. His body shuffled down; eyes face to face with his mess. Your eyes never faltered, fixed on the all too intoxicating view of his tongue brushing against your skin, lapping up his own cum. A starving kitten getting all the cream.

“If only everyone else knew just how filthy you really are. The clean freak stops at the bedroom door” you shuffled under his mouth, already feeling that fuzzy feeling in between your legs pooling round your bundle of nerves.

“Nobody would believe you baby” he cooed in response creeping back up to nudge into the crevice of your neck; you could only hum in response.

“Enough now, let me go and get a towel and some water so I can clean you up” you offered glancing at the red smeared over his chest.

“Not yet”

“No?”

“If I know you and you know I do; you watching me clean up my own cum would have easily made you want to fuck again…so… I’d rather do that” Fingertips trickled down your body, dipping between your legs.

“Mmm see…your just as much of a slut as I am. Annnddd you said I could have you once exactly how I wanted”

“Well you know I’m a woman of my word”

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Midnight Shift: Carry On, Citizen Fang

Summary: Something wicked this way comes. If only Resentment could figure out if it was the same thing that stunk up the Burger King. Chapters: 2/? Read on ao3

Straight Kevin had been very understanding about my family emergency – He was super duper cool with manning the restaurant all by his lonesome. Sadly, he wasn't understanding enough to let me get away with not telling Gay Kevin about it – which wasn't very super duper cool of him, now was it?

He didn't even have the decency to offer to call for me, the fucking coward.

"Are you certain it's an emergency?"

I rolled my eyes and skipped over the muddy snow pile blocking the sidewalk. I felt a sense of kinship with the season. Besides the cold and death, Winter went all out when it came to inconveniencing the population.

"Trust me, Kev. If I wanted to blow off work, I'd do it on location. I'm not exactly in a rush to get home, ya know?"

The line went quiet for exactly five seconds and I could picture him doing that breathing exercise he did whenever he was fed up with my shit. I took the opportunity to loudly slurp my mello yello.

Delicious.

"I don't know, you could be ditching to hang out with friends or something. Teens do that. I did that." I almost laughed, as if.

"I spend all of my free time at work and everyone my age thinks I'm pregnant with an incest baby. Bold of you to assume I even have friends."

"You would get friends if you felt like it would inconvenience me. And it would really inconvenience me right now"

"Ugh. Don't be so dramatic. I don't do things just to be a general nuisance," I heard a snort that didn't come from Gay Kevin. "Wait, did you put me on speaker?!"

"What's the word, Res" Not Kevin chimed in before being shushed by Gay Kevin.

"Relax, we're loading the rental. I don't exactly have a free hand."

"So? This only needed to be like two seconds. Take a five or something."

"I'm going to level with you, our new napkin guy gives me real sketch vibes. Any second where we're not loading, it's an additional second we have to spend here. I simply refuse to die in a dilapidated warehouse, Resentment. I refuse."

I crossed the street to take the park shortcut home. A couple of high schoolers were vaping by the swings; they stared at me and I ignored them.

"I think you'd survive. You exude final girl energy"

"Have you ever watched a horror movie? I'd literally die first"

"I watched Practical Magic once" I smirked when Not Kevin groaned.

My satisfaction didn't last long, because no more than a second later, a snowball hit the back of my head. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I couldn't gloat to Edward about having the moral high ground if I murdered every minor annoyance that crossed my path.

It just sucked having to ignore my vampire senses because I had to play human. What was the point of knowing something was coming if you were unable to stop it because you had to keep up appearances? In my opinion, humans should just have to deal with the knowledge of the supernatural. They were big kids, we didn't need to coddle them anymore.

It was 2022, for God's sake.

I turned back scowling and flipped off the fuckers. I recognized High-Pony in the group and decided to give her the soggiest, saddest, AND smallest fries next time she dared enter my work.

Maybe even sprinkle some burnt ones for extra flavor.

"I know what you're doing and I'm begging you to stop. I'm the one who has to deal with him for the next two hours"

"Don't be rude. Not Kevin is a gift," I glared at the group and slowly walked away backwards. At least until they were out of my sight. The Cullens were insane for going back to high school as often as they did.

"Ha. It's nice to be appreciated"

"Truly. Short of a museum, where else are you going to find something so old?"

"Boo. Get new jokes, the material is stale," I rolled my eyes as I shook the snow from my hair. I was rapidly approaching home and I wasn't quite prepared to go in.

For one, how was I supposed to keep my new mystery to myself if that's what Alice saw? It wasn't fair. To think I had only been worried about Big Brother and his thought police...

Reflecting on it though, if Alice saw my mystery man, then wouldn't that mean he was either a vampire or a human? Ergo, something neither mysterious nor interesting.

Disappointing.

"Whatever, gramps"

"Ok, ok. Let's get back on topic –"

"You gotta start trying harder, Chucky. You're far from the only teen girl that calls me ancient on the regular."

"Why are you regularly taking to teenage girls, creep?"

"Guys –"

"That's not what–! I foster kids!"

"Yeah, sure, pervert"

"I'm NOT –"

"OK RESENTMENT, DEAL WITH YOUR FAMILY. HANGING UP NOW"

I stopped walking and stared at my phone. Despite the length of the call, there had been no new messages from my family. I was unsure if that was a good sign.

I took a sip from my drink and was disappointed to find I only had ice left. I wondered if that was thematically significant, or maybe even foreshadowing.

Sigh.

I picked up my pace and tried to empty my mind before arriving home. "No thoughts, head empty" was a good mantra when you lived with a mind reader.

The rest of the walk was fairly uneventful, save for some guy who got attacked by a flock of ducks for getting way too close without enough food. Beware, all amateur wildlife photographers, lest the same fate falls upon you, I guess.

Poor guy even lost his coat. I was happy to assume it was the first casualty under the duck assault.

I slowed down when I finally arrived across the street from my home.  The newest Cullen mansion stood foreboding before me. A concrete monument full of sharp lines and odd angles; despite all of Esme's soft touches, brutalism simply exuded hostility and soullessness. Try as she might, there was a limit to how much you could dress up a giant grey concrete block to make it look approachable – and if we were being honest, it wasn't working.

How's that for a metaphor?

Well. There was no use delaying the inevitable.

I entered the house.

[Scene Break]

Being a half-vampire meant that I always felt at a misstep with everyone around me. To me, humanity was more of a scientific field of study that I took interest in and less of a dearly held-on memento of a bygone era or something that I simply had.

From the vampire side of things, while I was clearly an abomination, my existence didn't require me to be a parasitic blood freak. That put me in a different head space from the rest of my family. For one, I didn't need to agonize over my monstrous nature; secondly, I wasn't a slave to my bloodlust if I kept myself full of human food; and thirdly, there just wasn't much precedent for me to measure up to.

For all we knew, everything I did was the best I could have done.

That was all to say, I always felt like there was something I was missing when interacting with anyone. My point of view was fundamentally a different one, and though some things I could make sense of theoretically, it wasn't the same as first-hand experience.

Standing in the living room, surrounded by my family as they continued to say nothing, I couldn't help but think that perhaps this time the context I was missing had nothing to do with my hybrid status.

Edward paced while looking constipated but everyone else stood motionless and rigidly like the statues they were. Not even Emmett tried to lighten the mood, and that's how you knew it was serious.

"So who's going to who's funeral? Please don't say any of my coworkers, I've grown quite attached to them"

"Renesmee," Edward warned. I ignore him like he ignored my preferred name.

"Is it you pops? Wanna crack open another high school girl and drink her up like grape soda?"

"For once in your life could you stop acting like a brat?" Edward snapped and I flinched.

"Takes one to know one. Maybe if you didn't raise one you wouldn't have to deal with one, dad"

"Enough!" We both turned to look at Carlisle and I could see how unsettled he was. My stomach churned.

"Maybe my vision was wrong. Maybe it wasn't him," Alice sounded desperate, almost like the time the truck transporting her latest Givenchy haul got into a freak accident and the customer service lady told her they couldn't replace her order until after whatever microtrend that had been happening at the time ended.

"No, Alice. I saw your vision. It was. No doubt about it, that face is burned in my memory"

"It just doesn't make any sense, Edward!"

"I know what I saw," he replied forcefully.

Carlisle rubbed at his eyes, and for the briefest of seconds, you could have mistaken him for human.

"What's going on? You guys are scaring me," nothing felt right and all I wanted to do was to get back to the Burger King. At least the Kevins kept me in the loop when potentially life-threatening stuff happened.

"James is back," Bella whispered and I looked at her. Out of all of the Cullens, she looked the least worried. While everyone else's expressions visibly darkened at hearing the name, Bella said the name like she would say any name that wasn't Edward's.

"Who the fuck is James?"

"He was a vampire," Jasper growled.

"So what's the big deal? I don't know if you have noticed, but all of you are vampires"

"Emphasis on the was, Nessie. We ripped apart the bastard a good 16 years ago," Emmet explained. I raised my eyebrow.

"You sure about that? Last I heard, once you killed the undead, they were dead for good. No such thing as an undead undead."

"Oh, damn sure. We tore into him like frenzied piranhas at lunchtime and then lit him like a firework on the Fourth of July," Rosalie lightly hit his arm.

"You don't have to be so graphic about it"

"So it's obviously not him," Edward made a noise filled with frustration.

"Renesmee, I know what I saw. It was him, I would bet my life on it"

"Would you bet Bella's?" was what I almost said but Edward's glare made me reconsider. Just this once.

"Dead people just don't walk around all over the place," I said instead.

"We do," Emmett chimed in.

"We're different!"

"So why not him?"

"Edward is right," Classic Carl Carlisle move. His Golden Child could never be wrong. "I might have heard of something like this happening before."

There was a brief moment of silence before everyone exploded.

"WHAT?!"

Carlisle sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"You have to understand, I couldn't verify it at the time."

When he said nothing, Esme made a "well, go on" motion.

"It happened about a decade ago. I only came upon this information because of Eleazar – he had approached me about it because he thought I was involved," Carlisle walked towards a window and stared into the distance like the dramatic bitch he was.

Edward slapped the back of my head.

"He told me heard of rumors of a vampire that had died 50 years ago and who walked the Earth again. You all know about my passion for Theology and my desire to find out what waits for us on the other side, so I promised to look into it. It took a while, but eventually, I heard back from someone"

"Your trip to Carencro," Esme gasped. "You said it was a conference!"

"When was this, I don't remember this?" Carl was holding back no punches in his dramatic reveal.

"It was our semester abroad," that's what Edward like to call the half a year experiment we spent in France. He wanted to see if Bella, him, and I could be a family unit all on our own.

It failed pretty miserably, would never happen again.

"I didn't want to burden you, love. Not unless I knew for sure."

Rosalie rolled her eyes. "So what happened?"

Carlisle turned back to us and shrugged.

"I met my informant and they told me to go to this one cafe and ask for Roy. I went there and the manager told me no one with that name worked there"

"So you got pranked," Emmet said.

"I looked around town for a couple of days, and since nothing else came up after my trip to Lousiana, I felt comfortable labeling the whole thing a hoax."

Rosalie scoffed. "And you think that's what's happening here?"

"I think it could be a possibility. This is our only lead"

I thought over what Carlisle just said. Could there really be an afterlife vampires could come back from? And if that was the case, then what happened to Roy? Was Roy even the vampire Elezear heard about?

But most importantly, why now?

"Hey, Alice. Besides James, what else did you see?"

Everyone went quiet and I looked back at them confused.

"I saw us without you"

"I mean, you don't really see me in your visions," I chuckled nervously.

"When I don't see you, it's like I'm looking around something. What I saw...it felt like I would never have to deal with that interference again."

"...Oh"

That didn't sound good.

#midnight shift #twilight fanfiction #twilight saga #my writing #renesmee cullen #the cullens #fanfiction #twilight renaissance

[talpup]

Chaos: Chapter 37

A major part of this story has been leading up to this, learning/remembering Shouta's betrayal.  Forgive me if I went a little overboard and made it kind of lengthy.

Reminder, memories in this fic are always in italic. Though this entire chapter is past/remembered sequences…

Please remember, this fic is rated explicit and has warnings of violence, sex, questionable con, and non-con (though we’re thankfully done with that), and other possible triggers.

***If you prefer reading off AO3 here’s the link for that: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20155333/chapters/53894674

37.1

Shouta held Reyanna tighter against his chest.  Despite the many blankets piled on top of them, she was still shivering.  Her fever alone gave off so much heat that he broke out in a sweat just being near her, but Shouta refused to let her go.  Refused to leave her clutching onto something other than him.  And so, he cooked under the mountain of blankets, holding his Love, trying to provide her with some small sense of comfort and relief.

“I got you, Anna.”  Shouta soothed, petting her sweat soaked hair.  He kissed her head.  “I got you, Love.”

Reyanna whimpered in response, her constantly trembling body trying to burrow deeper into him.

“You should try to sleep.”  Shouta encouraged, pressing his stubbled cheek against her scorching forehead.  “With luck the episode will be over when you wake.  Do you think you can?”

Depending on what Lucifer was doing to her life’s essence, it wasn’t always possible for her to sleep.

Lucifer… If Shouta's burning rage for the Devil were able be to felt it would be enough to stand in for the sun.  How Lucifer had managed to steal a bit of Reyanna’s life force was beyond him.  But one thing was certain.  Shouta had to get it back; otherwise Lucifer would continue to use it to torture his Love.

It was clear what the Devil wanted, even before he had used her life’s essence to communicate it to her.  Lucifer wanted Reyanna to return to hell and be the obedient daughter he wanted her to be.  That wasn’t going to happen.  Shouta would never allow it.  The day Reyanna went back to hell, for any reason, would be the day he had died failing to protect her.

In response to his query, Reyanna closed her eyes, exhaling a shuddering breath.

It killed Shouta to watch his Love like this.  He had never felt so useless.  Unable to do anything but murmur consoling words while he held her as she suffered an episode of hellish heat or cold, or pain. He felt like he was going mad.  Driven crazy at his inability to protect the woman he had vowed to defend against all forces.  But what could he do?  What could he offer?  Lucifer had no interest in taking him back.  What could he give the Devil that would make him return Reyanna’s life’s essence

Like lightening it came to him.  It was so obvious, he felt stupid for not having thought of it before.  He looked down at Reyanna.  She wouldn’t be happy.  But then again, she need never know what he’d done.

‘Hizashi.’ Shouta beckoned, as soon as he was sure Reyanna was asleep.

Hizashi appeared just inside the door, his expression filled with sympathetic concern.

“Has it passed?”  The Angel questioned about this latest episode.

They were getting longer and more numerous.  The Devil apparently taking great pleasure in tormenting his daughter the longer she refused to obey his command.

“No.” Shouta said, slipping out of bed and tucking the blankets around her.  “I need you to watch her for me.”

“Watch her?”  Hizashi repeated in surprise.

Shouta had rarely left Reyanna alone to begin with.  And since the start of all this, the Daimon’s over protectiveness of her had gotten infinitely worse.  Since Lucifer had stolen a part of Reyanna’s life force, Hizashi could name two occasions where Shouta had left her side, and neither of them had been during an episode.  The fact that Shouta was leaving her now made Hizashi fear the worst.

“What’s up, Shou?  Is there a problem?”

Shouta wanted to yell at his friend.  Of course there was a problem.  The biggest, worst kind of problem imaginable.  His Love was hurting and there wasn’t a damned thing he could do to stop it.

“No problem.”  Shouta said, kissing Reyanna’s heated brow.  “But possibly a fix.  Watch over her till I return.”

It wasn’t a request but an order.  And though it had been ages since Shouta had been his Commanding Chief, Hizashi accepted the order without question.

37.2

“I’ll have her killed, you know.”  Lucifer said, after Shouta's proposition.  “I won’t be ordering Kai to bring her to me.  He’ll kill her on the spot.”

Shouta fought back a growl at the Devil’s words.  To him they were nothing more than wasted seconds that extended his Love’s suffering.  All that mattered was Reyanna, and seeing the Devil release her stolen life force.

“Use, kill, torture.  I don’t care.  Do what you want with the girl, just as long as you agree to release the portion of Reyanna’s life essence.

“Such ruthless, single minded love, Aizawa.  Be careful, Brother.  You wouldn’t want it to hurt the person you seek to protect.”

This time Shouta was unable to silence his growl.  It had been ages since Lucifer had ruled over him, and ages more since he had thought of the once Light Bringer as brother.

“Do we have a deal or not?”

Lucifer’s smile was smug and cruel.  “So long as you meet your end.  Yes.”

If Shouta hadn’t been so focused on seeing that small bit of Reyanna’s life force out of Lucifer's hands, he would have been more wary.

Instead, Shouta felt triumphant.  He had no qualms about giving up the location of the Llaes.  And if Lucifer thought that he did, than the Devil really didn’t know him or the love he had for Reyanna.  He would do anything for her.  Give up, or kill anyone for her.  Telling hell where to find the Llaes was a small price to pay for Reyanna’s well-being.

37.3

“Did you know!”  Reyanna gripped Hizashi by the shirt collar.

“Know what?”  Hizashi staggered away.

Shouta's words echoed in her mind:  ‘You say there’s nothing you want. Nothing you’ll exchange the portion of Reyanna’s life essence for.  But that’s not entirely true.  The Llaes.  I will tell you where to find the girl.’

Even though Lucifer had let her hear the words through her stolen bit of life force, Reyanna still couldn’t believe her Love had said them.

Shouta was offering to give up the Llaes.  The girl Reyanna was sworn to protect and assist…

No. It couldn’t be true.  She refused to believe it.  There had to be some ploy behind Shouta's actions.  Some angle she couldn’t see. He wouldn’t just offer the Llaes up to hell.

But he would, she thought, horror growing.  Shouta would do anything for her.

‘Hawks!’ Reyanna beckoned.

37.4

Shouta returned to the house, eager to flint Reyanna away and inform hell of the Llaes’ location.

As soon as the information was verified, the portion of Reyanna’s stolen life force would be released, able to return to her.  She would undoubtedly mourn the child's death; but her grief was a small price to pay for her well-being.

Besides, Shouta thought, there would be another Llaes.  There would always be another fucking Llaes.  They were like a curse.  Set to endanger his Love, and steal her focus and attention away.

Instead of finding Reyanna, Shouta was met with a near hysterical Hizashi.

The Angel informed him that Reyanna had suddenly recovered from the episode and began accusing him of helping serve the Llaes up to hell.

Shit. Shouta thought.  He felt like a fool.

“You didn’t do it?  Did you, Shouta?  You didn’t offer the Llaes up to hell.”  Hizashi asked, though in his heart he already knew the truth.

37.5

Shouta killed the three daimon’s guarding Lucifer's office and burst through the door.  “We had a deal!”

Lucifer looked up seeing other daimon’s appear in the hall.  With a flick of his wrist the doors snapped shut leaving him and his visitor in peace.

He had told Kai that Aizawa would be back and to leave the way open for him.  Lacing his fingers on his desk, the Devil made a mental note to speak to his General about following commands.

“Had a deal?  As far as I’m aware, we still do.”

“You let her hear our conversation.”  Shouta accused.

“That I did.”

“Tell me.  Do you think I’ll be swayed by her pleas for some child's life, and won’t hold up my end?  That I’ll stand by and let you continue torturing her?  Or do you hope that this will drive Reyanna from me, leaving her undefended.”

“A bit both.”  Lucifer admitted with a rakish smile.  He chuckled, opening his hands.  “I honestly don’t care which scenario plays out.  Either way, I win.”

Shouta glared, struggling to contain the smallest display of his power. Lucifer would see it as a challenge and that was one fight he’d never win.

“Come now, Brother.”  Lucifer cajoled.  “A deal’s a deal. If you learn where my Daughter’s hiding the Llaes and tell me, I’ll release her stolen essence.  But be warned, Kai and his legions are out in force looking for Reyanna as we speak.  So if you’d rather see your Love defended, I suggest you pretend to be swayed by her pleas for the Llaes’ life and get use to watching her suffer.”

37.6

It had been eleven days since he had gone to hell and made a deal for the return of Reyanna’s life force.  Eleven days since he had seen her.  At least she trusted Hizashi enough to meet him away from the safe house.  It gave Shouta some semblance of peace to know Kai had yet to find her.

Still with every passing day.  Every passing hour.  Shouta felt more and more desperate.  It felt like years since he had last seen his Love Reyanna.  Years since he had heard her sweet voice.  Years since he had tasted her lips.

And it will be years more if he didn’t think of another way to go about this, he thought with disgusted fury.

“Just ask her to meet, Hizashi.  Lure her out and I’ll do the rest.” Shouta said, mind still searching for a way to protect his Love without furthering her anger.

“And by rest you mean learn were she hiding the Child of Hope.”  Hizashi slowly, needlessly elaborated.

“Yes.”

“So you can inform Lucifer.”  Hizashi added.

Tempering his annoyance, Shouta remained silent.  They had been over all of this before.

“They’ll will kill the girl, Shou!”

“Better her than Anna.”

“Lucifer won’t kill Reyanna.”

“No.” Shouta agreed.  “He’ll do worse.”

Hizashi looked away.  This wasn’t right.  This wasn’t right.  This wasn’t right!

“You know I’m right, Zashi.”  Shouta said, voice firm yet tender, almost sympathetic.  “There will be another Child of Hope.  Think of what Lucifer will do to Anna if Kai finds her and takes her back to hell.  Hawks can’t protect her.  Do you really want to be the reason she’s taken and tortured?  Forced to do Lucifer's bidding.”

Hizashi shook his head.

The Angel’s conscience made him ask.  “Wha—what are you planning to do?”

Shouta didn’t want to discuss his plan.  Hizashi had failed to help him find a better way.  And though there was nothing wrong with what he would be doing, other than coercing Reyanna into telling him where the Llaes was, he knew the Angel wouldn’t understand.

“Why?” Shouta questioned, stern offense edging into his tone.  “Do you think I’m going to hurt her?”

“What? No!  Never!”  If there was one thing Hizashi was certain of, it was that Shouta would never hurt Reyanna; at least not physically. “But she’s not just gonna give up the Child of Hope.  You’re gonna have to do more than reason and ask.”

“Let me worry about that.”

Nervousness growing, Hizashi stammered.  “It—it’s just tha— Well, you two ha—have a—a certain way of… Wha—what I mean is...  Are you gonna— You—you’re not gonna... You know...  Do anything improper…  Are you?”

“You make it sound as if you’re worried I’m going to force... something on her.”  Shouta rumbled darkly.

“Are you?”  Hizashi asked, avoiding the Daimon’s eyes.

“You actually think I would force myself on her?  Rape the woman that I love!”

Relieved despite the red glint in Shouta’s eyes, Hizashi shook his head. “No!  Never!  It’s just--”

“I would never force myself on anyone.  Least of all Reyanna.”

“I know that.”

“Than why ask?”

“Shouta. I’m sorry.  It--”

“Shut up.  You’re doing this.  Ask Anna to meet and tell me the time and place.”

Hizashi quickly nodded, too afraid to ask any more questions.

37.7

Reyanna tugged at the rune inscribed cords tying her to the bed. “Shouta, let me go.  I promise I’ll stay. We can talk about this.”

Shouta looked over his shoulder at her spread eagle form. “Will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Listen to reason.”

Reyanna’s expression hardened.  “If anyone needs to listen to reason, it’s you.  Let me go!”

Shouta returned to his task. “I can’t.  Kai and his legions are looking for you.”

“And whose fault is that!”

“I swore to protect you, Anna.”  His back still turned to her, he dipped his fingers into a bowl of liquid and traced them over his lips.  “Come back to me.  Stay, so I can see you safe.”

“I want to stay with you!  You know I do. I’ve missed you, Shouta. But--”

Shouta took a swig from the bowl and flinted to her side, his kiss cutting of her words.

The taste of a foreign substance met her tongue along with Shouta's own which swirled with hers.  She felt the excess liquid that was pushed from his mouth into hers. Despite that, she accepted and returned his kiss with the same eager appetite and affection. Shouta would never hurt her.  And she had missed him so much.

“I missed you too, Kitten.”  Shouta said, pulling back when he was certain she had swallowed the dose.  “Everything I do is for you and your well-being.  Come back to me so I can protect you.  Hawks can’t do it. No one can.”

“You made a deal with the Devil, Shou.”

He turned away, returning to the long table.

“You agreed to tell Lucifer where the Llaes is.”  She accused, wishing that he would deny it even though she had heard him propose the deal.

“You were never meant to know that.”  He murmured, too soft for her to hear as he sliced a long, deep cut into the palm of his hand.

A few drops of blood spilled into the bowl before the wound closed, healing.  Bending slightly he spit into it and proceeded to stir the additions in. She was going to be stubborn.  The more fluids the mixture contained, the more effective it would be.

“How could you, Shouta? She’s just a child. She hasn’t even come into her power.”

But she soon will, Shouta thought.  A fact that had been to his benefit.  It was because the Llaes was so close to coming into her power that Lucifer had agreed to the deal.  The Devil wouldn’t have feared a Llaes who was years away from being able to go about the task of closing one of the gates.

He heaved a weary sigh.  Engaging in this conversation was pointless.  Reyanna knew why he had done what he did. Just as he knew that she wouldn’t give up the Llaes’ location with ease.

As much as he didn’t like what he was about to do, Reyanna was more important than any promise she had made to another person.  His Love’s physical well-being was more important than her emotional connection to some girl and the long dead Abril.

Shouta hated the thought of breaking her and making Reyanna betray what she had sworn to protect.  He hated more the anger his actions would leave his Love feeling toward him.  And so his mind continued to search for another way; even as he finished mixing the additions into the aphrodisiac.

“Tell me where the Llaes is.”  Shouta said, moving to the bedside.

“What’s that?”  Reyanna asked, eyeing the bowl in his hand.

“More of what I gave you during our kiss.” He answered, dipping his first and middle fingers into the bowl. “You should be starting to feel its effects about now.”

As if on cue, a sudden wave of arousal washed over her.  She gasped, legs pulling against their bindings, trying to squeeze against her heightened need.  She could scarcely believe the betrayal of his actions.

Shouta pulled his dripping fingers from the bowl and dipped them between her parted lips.

Want, and habit from previous instances had her closing her mouth around his fingers, sucking them without thought.

Despite his troubled feelings, Shouta smirked down at her.  “Good girl.”

Realizing what she had done, Reyanna stopped. She turned her face from him, jaw locking tight; but it was too late.  She had already ingested another dose of the aphrodisiac.

“Don’t worry, Kitten.”  Shouta caressed her cheek. “It won’t make you want just anyone. You know I would never do that.”  He set down the bowl.  “This was made especially for you.  It will only effect you.  And it will only make your desire for me and me alone grow.”

“Shouta. Please.”

His blade slipped into his hand.  “Hold still.”

The deadly weapon barely touched her clothes as it traced down her body.

Reyanna held her breath, afraid to move.

Reaching the end, his blade disappeared.  He pushed the fabric of her ruined clothes aside. Blood pumped to his dick as her flesh was exposed.

“I’ve missed the sight of you.”  He husked, eyes darting over her.

“Shouta, wait!” Her body shivered, nipples puckering as the cold air of the derelict house hit them.

“The Llaes.  Are you going to tell me where she is?”

“No. Bu--”

“Then don’t interrupt me.”  With a hard, swift yank, Shouta pulled the tattered clothes out from under her.

“Shouta, please!  Don’t do this.  You don’t want to do this.  Please!”

“It’s been twelve days since I last saw you, Anna.  The last time we were apart for that long I was still connected to hell.  Having my way with you is something I very much want to do.”  He leaned over her, face inches from hers. “Despite everything else.  This is the one thing I’ve been looking forward to.  You. Naked and tied.  At my mercy.”

Her hips danced back and forth, legs once again trying pull together.

“Shouta.” She mewled his name.

She shook her head and forced her hips to stop. Desirous as she was, part of this was from the aphrodisiac.  She couldn’t let it effect her behavior.

Shouta's eyes raked down her body, hand moving in their wake.  “You shouldn’t have left like that, my Love. Only naughty Kitten’s run.  And you know what happens to naughty Kittens, don’t you.”

An idea came to mind, a small devilish smirk crossing his face. It wasn’t a necessary ingredient, but it would certainly heighten and speed the aphrodisiac’s effects.

Not bothering with his belt, Shouta popped open the button of his pants.

Reyanna’s head lifted at the sound of a zipper.

Shouta watched her and waited a couple moments after her eyes had locked on him.

He loved it when it was like this.  Just the two of them.  Alone.  With no one to bother or divert her attention away from him.  Her mind and eyes focused solely on him, as if he were the center of her universe.

He reached into his underwear and pulled out his cock.

After so long without, just the sight of her spread and waiting for him was enough to make pre-cum to ooze from his erect length.

Carefully, he dipped the head of his weeping cock into the bowl he held and used his dick to stir his pre-cum in.

Reyanna whimpered.  She could already feel a slick wetness pool between her folds.

“Please. Don’t.”

“What’s the matter, Love?  Didn’t you say you missed me?”  He knelt on the edge of the bed. “I want you so bad, Anna.  Don’t you want me too?”

“Of course!  You know I do.”

“Prove it.  Lick my cock clean.”

No. She couldn’t do that.  It would mean ingesting more of the aphrodisiac.  Yet even as she thought that, her mouth opened.

“I said lick.”  Shouta said, knowing that if her put it in her mouth he wouldn’t want to take it out.

Reyanna stuck her tongue out. It was as if her body were acting of its own accord with no care for what her mind told it to do.  Tears glazed over her eyes.

She licked the underside of his cock clean with a flat tongue.

Staring down at her, Shouta ordered. “All of it, my Sweet.”

Her tongue swirled around the top and sides of his dick.

Shouta bit back a groan.  His cock twitched, more pre-cum leaking out.  He didn’t need to instruct her to clean that too.

Reyanna diligently licked at the cock head before her, the tip of her tongue dipping into the slit seeking more of the treasured treat.

“Good girl.  You— Fuu—”  Shouta grunted and grabbed her hair, pulling her off his dick.

His cock in her mouth, Reyanna sucked, not wanting to give it up.

Forcibly pulled off with a loud pop, she whined.

“Naughty Minx.” Though Shouta's voice was rough and stern, he felt a small bit of relief at her greed.

He tucked himself in and rose to his feet, thinking that she might not be as difficult as he had imagined.

Reyanna stared in horror hardly able to comprehend what she had done. How could she have been so stupid? She had willingly ingested more of the stuff that would weaken her resolve. She had to convince him to stop this before things got any worse.

“Shouta, please!  We can find another way.  What you’re doing--”  She stopped and sputtered, trying to spit out the liquid aphrodisiac he had poured into her mouth.

Shouta set the bowl on the side table.  “Drink it, Kitten. If you don’t, I’ll have to find another way to get it in your system.”

“I’ll never forgive you for this!”  She spat. “If you do this, Shouta. I will never forgive you.”

Shouta's heart squeezed in his chest.  He had known she would be angry.  Known it would take time for her to get over it.  But to hear her speak in terms of never…

“I don’t have a choice.”  He said, the words a reminder to himself as much as an explanation for her.  “I swore to protect you.”

“And telling Lucifer where the Llaes is protects me how! She’s a child, Shou!”

“He has a piece of your life force.  He was using it to harm you.  To try and force you back to hell. Telling him where the girl is, is the only way to get it back.”

“So? It’s not as if I’d go back or he’d use it to kill me.”

“You were in pain, Anna. Hurting.  I couldn’t stand to see you like that.”

“So this is about you.  Not me.”

Shouta’s teeth clicked together, jaw working. She didn’t understand.  Didn’t want to understand.  She was too focused on her desire to protect the Llaes that she was incapable of seeing anything outside of that.

“It’s done.”  He said.

“It’s not done.  I haven’t given her up.  I won’t.  I--”

He lowered over her, his face a hairs breath from hers.  “I have you, my Love. It is done.  You’ll tell me where the girl is, cause I won’t stop until you do. I’ll see you safe, Anna. I will always see you safe.”

He kissed her roughly, tongue licking around her mouth to collect the spilled aphrodisiac before pushing.

It wasn’t fair, Reyanna thought. She could barely control her wanting for Shouta when they were having sex numerous times a day; and here she was being fed a tailor made aphrodisiac after being apart from him for twelve days.  There was no way she was going to hold out.  She many as well give up the Llaes’ location now.

What! No!  She couldn’t do that.  That was the aphrodisiac talking.  She had to hold out.  No matter how long it took.  She couldn’t break.  The life of the child she swore to protect depended on her.  If she broke she would be breaking her word to Abril. And she refused to betray the promise she made to her dying friend.

Shouta pulled back, licking one last time at her lips.  “Tell me where the Llaes is, Kitten.”

“Never.”

Shouta stood up with a sigh and picked up the bowl.

Reyanna’s mouth clamped shut.

Shouta smirked down at her. Slowly, he paced around the bed, taking in the sight of her naked form from every angle.  Damn, she was beautiful.  Perfect.

He stopped at the foot of the bed, eyes raking up her wide spread thighs. At the sight of her dripping cunt, a low hungry growl rumbled from his chest.

Fuck. How he had missed her.  His own need strained in the confinement of his pants and boxer briefs.

Reyanna whimpered at his predatory stare.  Her empty pussy clenched in need, wanting to be filled.

“You will break, Little One.  I’ll make sure of it.”

“Shouta, please.  Don’t do this.  Don’t use this act of love to break me.  Don’t use it to make me betray my promise.  Please, my Love, don’t taint this special thing between us. I beg you.”

Shouta paused at her plea, wavering.  He didn’t want to do this.  He didn’t want to break her and use this beautiful gift in such a way. But she was in danger.  In even more danger than before he had tried to fix things.  He had racked his brain for another way.  Was still quietly searching for another way.  But giving the Llaes up was the only way.  And since Reyanna had taken and hidden the girl, this was the only way to find her.  Maybe if Lucifer hadn’t sent Kai and his legions out in mass to search for his Love...

“I’m doing this for you, Anna. It’s for your own good and well-being. But it doesn’t have to be this way, Kitten. Stop this silliness and be a good girl. Tell me where the Llaes is.”

Reyanna pressed her trembling lips and shook her head.

Her mind pulled a memory from long ago.  It was of their first time together.  Shouta had been so soft and sweet that night.  So patient with her and her virginity.  His words from back then played in her mind.  ‘My silly girl.  You’re so good.  You don’t have to try.  Take all the time you need.  I’m not going to stop.  I might not even stop if you begged me to.’

Her stomach churned at the cruelness of it all.  Shouta had spoken true all those years ago.  Here she was begging him to stop and he wouldn’t.  He would never stop.  Not if he thought it was for her protection.  Her Love would do whatever it took to see her safe and well.  Even if that meant causing her pain by making her betray the person she had sworn to protect.

“Shouta, please.  Please, my Love.  I beg you!  We can find another way!”

You don’t think I’ve tried. Shouta thought.

Even now his mind kept searching, would continue searching, for another way.  He didn’t want to break his Love.  He didn’t want to make her betray her vow and incur her wrath.  But Lucifer had a piece of her life force.  And he refused to watch her suffer.  And now, Kai and his legions were out in mass looking for her.

“Beg me all you want, Kitten.  I’m not stopping until you give me what I want.  You’re too important to me.”

Reyanna shivered at the conviction of his voice.  There was no doubting that he hadn’t spoken the truth.  But she had her own convictions as well.  She wouldn’t go against her vow to Abril.  She wouldn’t reveal the Llaes’ location.

“Shall we begin.”  Before she could make another useless plea, Shouta knelt between her legs, his hand caressing up her thigh.

Reyanna gasped, muscles tensing.  His touch felt like fire and ice.  It sent a warmth coursing through her body and a cold permeating through her soul.  His touch was the best and worst of things.  And she wanted more.

“Shouta, please.  Don’t.”

Done with trying to reason with her, Shouta continued on.

“Don’t do this!  We’ll find another way!”  She begged, hips straining up to his too light touch.

There is no other way, he thought, mind still searching even as his fingers pet through her hot, wet folds.

With each stroke his fingers delved deeper, till finally the tip of his first finger circled around her entrance.  His thumb and second finger spread her open, dark eyes drinking in her beautiful pussy. He watched, basking at the way her cunt continually tightened and relaxed a fraction, as if trying to suck his finger inside.

The sight, mixed with the sinful feel, and heady smell of her made his dick twitch.  He wanted nothing more than to fuck her till the bed gave out beneath them; but he couldn’t.  Not yet.  He couldn’t even groan in appreciation of her.  It would only weaken his position and show her just how needy he was for her.

When he final pushed his finger in, he was forced to pause.  His eyes closed as he took a moment to steady his control.  A part of him felt embarrassed, behaving as if he had sunk his cock into her instead of a single finger, but it had been twelve fucking days, and she was just so beautiful and tight.

Swallowing, he ignored the damp spot of pre-cum that blossomed in his boxer briefs.  Though it was harder to ignore the way his aching cock demanded to take his finger’s place.  Now was not the time to give into his desires.  Reyanna’s safety and well-being were at stake.

Eyes closed, Reyanna gritted her teeth.  It felt wrong not to want Shouta’s touch.  After all, his touch and love had been the only thing she had ever wanted.  The only thing she still wanted.

It had been twelve days since she had last seen her Love.  And after twelve days without him, his touch was heaven.  Even without the aphrodisiac she would have struggled to control her desire for him.

“Shouta. Please.  I don’t--”

“Don’t what, Love?  Don’t want this?”  His finger curled, brushing against the special spot inside her.

After so long together Shouta knew body better than the back of his hand. He could make her sing any tune he wanted.  One time he had teased her for so long that her voice was nearly gone by the time he got around to fucking her.

He hummed at the memory, his finger slowly pumping in and out before pulling away completely.

Reyanna whimpered at the loss.

Without warning Shouta pushed two fingers into her, biting back a groan at the tighter squeeze.

Squashing the moan in her throat, Reyanna turned her face into her arm.

Shouta’s studied non-expression darkened a fraction in disapproval.  He liked hearing her.  She knew that.

Even though he understood she was trying not to give in to her urges; there was a part of him that jealously felt she was purposefully denying him of the sounds he loved.

His dominate nature flared wanting to make her submit.  He had been denied of her for twelve days.  His own need throbbed, aching in his pants.  The least she could do was sing for him.

He plunged a third finger in, fanning them open.  His middle finger curled, abusing the special spot inside while his thumb rubbed circles into her clit.

A broken moan escaped her and Shouta hummed in approval.

Reyanna’s hips ground down against his hand trying to drive his fingers deeper. Her moans and mewls grew as she mindlessly rocked her hips back and forth.

“There’s my girl.”  Shouta murmured, ravenous eyes watching her pussy swallow his fingers over and over again.  “I knew you missed me.”

“Shou—Shou—ah! Please!  Please, don’t.”

“You say don’t, but you’re the one fucking yourself on my fingers, Kitten.  If that isn’t a clear message you want me continue, I don’t know what is.”

Reyanna whimpered, trying to still her hips.  He had just started as she already felt like breaking.  She missed him so much.

Shouta chuckled darkly at her attempt to stop.  This was going to be easier than he thought.

”Where’s the Llaes?”  Shouta demanded, fingers pulling out to circle her entrance.

Her head thrashed side to side.

“Tell me.”

“No.” She said, avoiding his piercing gaze.

Looking at him wouldn’t help her situation.  He was so handsome.  So dark and seductive.  It was bad enough that he kept talking; he knew that his low rumbling voice did things to her.  At least it seemed he had forgotten about the aphrodisiac.

As if her thoughts reminded him, Shouta dipped his slick coated fingers into the bowl.

He would have loved to suck his fingers clean of her arousal, but that would only make his own desire that much harder to ignore.  Besides, he would be tasting her from the source soon enough.

Reyanna clamped her jaw shut, eyes watching his fingers lift from the bowl.

Shouta smirked down at her.  Silly Kitten.  Did she really think the only way to get the aphrodisiac into her was through her mouth?  If anything, putting it in her this way would make it more effective.

Her eyes widened as his hand moved back between her legs.  It had to be a trick.  A ploy to get her to speak so he could stuff his fingers in her mouth.

His fingers entered with a near brutal thrust.  The pace he set was ruthless.  His long, skilled digits pumping in and out, knowing just what to do and where to aim to have her coming apart.

He worked her till she was right at the edge and abruptly stopped.

Even though she had known it was be coming, she couldn’t help but cry out at her stolen orgasm.

“Where’s the Llaes, Anna.  Tell me and I’ll let you cum.  I’ll fuck you so long and hard, Kitten.  You’ll need weeks of sleep to recover.”

She bit her lip, turning her face from him.

“Stubborn little Minx.”  Shouta's fingers pushed into her again.  “Can’t you see I’m doing this for you?  There will  be another Llaes. There’s only one you.  I don’t care how many people have to die. I would gladly see them dead if it meant having you safe and unharmed.  You say Lucifer wouldn’t kill you.  But you were hurting, Anna.  He was hurting you and I found a way to stop it. Just be glad he didn’t demanded the lives of the next ten Llaes’.”

Reyanna’s eyes meet his, widening.

“I love you, Anna.  After all this time I thought you knew what you meant to me.  I promise you, my Love.  I will help you with the next Llaes.  I will help them with their cause.  Just give up this one, Anna.  Give her up for me.  For us.  Please.”

As he spoke his pumping fingers never stopped.  Nor did his thumb which traced tight circles on her clit.

Again, he took her right to the edge and stopped.  He pulled his fingers from her and dipped them into the bowl.

Reyanna felt frantic.  “Shouta!  Please!”

This was just her second edging and she already ached from being denied her peak.  It didn’t help that he knew the exact millisecond to stop no matter how hard she tried to keep still and hide her impending orgasm.

Shouta’s fingers entered her again.  “I love you, Anna.”

Though his face was as stoic as ever, his eyes burned with a devotion she didn’t deserve.  It made her want to cry.  Didn’t he realize what betraying the Llaes would do to her?  It was terrible enough that she had failed all the ones before.  But to give one up.  To surrender one to certain death.  No.  Never.  She could never do that.

Every time she reached the edge Shouta pulled his fingers out, coating them in more of the aphrodisiac.  He didn’t give her a break, but went right back to work; the rhythm and angle of his fingers changing.

He was merciless, and tears prickled her eyes at the sick torture of it. It was so much worse than any of the episodes Lucifer had put her through.  At least then she hadn’t been torn between desire for Shouta and her promise to Abril.

If only she didn’t miss him so much.  If only she didn’t love him more than everything else in existence.

She felt hot and sticky.  A sheen of sweat covered her body.  Her thighs and lower end of her ass was wet with slick.  Every time Shouta thrusted his fingers inside her there was a wet squelching sound that made the still sane part of Reyanna cringe.

Shouta watched his Love with a sense of unrepentant pride.  Of course he wanted to find another away so she didn’t have to betray her promise; but that didn’t mean there wasn’t a part of him that was enjoying this.  How could he not?  He had his Love naked and tied, and at his mercy.  His only complaint was that he wasn’t in complete control.  He couldn’t do exactly as he wanted and fuck her proper or give her the orgasm they both wanted her to have.  Not until she told him where the Llaes was.

Unable to deny himself any longer, Shouta lowered his head.

Electricity shot through Reyanna’s body as Shouta's lips finally.  Finally. Wrapped around her thrumming clit.  Her hips lifted off the bed, pushing against his face.

“Shou—ahh! Ah!”

Shouta smiled against her as her pleasured cry echoed throughout the room.

“There’s the song I love.”  He murmured, eyes closing as his nose brushed against her swollen little bud.  “Sing some more for me, Kitten. Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

His mouth returned to her sensitive clit, his fingers blindly dipping into the bowl of aphrodisiac before returning to her tight heat.

“Shou— Fuuu—aaah!  Shouta!”  Reyanna pulled at the restrains.

Lust, anger, fear, and love muddled her brain making it difficult to think. The walls of her resolve were weakening.  She could feel it.

“Where’s the Llaes, Anna?”

“N—no.” Reyanna answered, hearing the waver in her voice over the pounding rush of blood in her ears.

Shouta sighed and shook his head.  His left hand wiped at his slick coated face.

Reyanna watched writhing in bed.  He had missed some, she could see the sheen of it near the bridge of his nose.  It heightened her arousal and made her embarrassed to see just how far and hard he had been eating at her out.

Shouta was known to have no shame.  That was especially true when it came to enjoying Reyanna to the fullest.  Even now, after spending over an hour with his face in her pussy, he wasn’t about to waste her delicious nectar.

He licked the palm of his wiping hand.

Reyanna’s body rolled in wanting eagerness as he pushed her thighs further apart and settled back between her legs.

She had to get away, she thought hips dancing side to side.  If she didn’t she would surely break.  Fuck!  She wanted to break so bad.

Shouta eyed her across the long expanse of her body.

“Eager for more, Little One.”  It was a remark on what he knew, not a question.

Reyanna bucked her hips, his warm breath tickling her swollen folds.

“If you tell me where the Llaes is, I won’t stop anymore.  I’ll let you cum.  All you have to do is answer one simple question.  Come on, Anna.  I know you can do it.”

He spoke as if she were his pupil again and he was encouraging her to remember some arcane part of his lesson.

That gave her an idea.  He had to want her just as bad as she wanted him. Well, as bad as she had wanted him before the aphrodisiac made everything a million times worse.  How long had she been here? Minutes?  Hours?  Days?  It felt like weeks, but she knew that couldn’t be right.  In any case he had to be facing his own difficulties by now.

“Master.” She whined, giving him her most pleading look, an easy fete given her need.

Shouta’s head jerked up, a low groan sounding deep within his chest.

He had been desperately, painfully hard for what felt like days.  Hell, at this point half of him felt as if he were torturing himself.  If he wasn’t crazed with ravenous need already, he certainly was now.

“Master. Please.  Fuck me.  I need you, Master.  Please.  Please, fuck—ah!”

Shouta was suddenly laid above her, hand tangled in her hair.  He pulled just enough to make it sting.

“Tell me where the Llaes is, Kitten.  Tell me and I’ll fuck you good and hard.”

Reyanna shivered, whimpering.  Another wave of arousal rushed through her like liquid fire.

The sting of her scalp, his words, his deep voice filled with sinful seduction.  It was almost too much.  She feared what she would say if she opened her mouth and so she said nothing, keeping it closed.

Shouta’s hot breath rolled across her neck as he waited.  When she didn’t say anything, he bent lower, nuzzling her ear before nibbling at the lobe.

His hair fell into her face, damp with her slick.

Try as she might to stop herself, her tongue had a mind of its own.  It leaked out of her mouth, licking at his arousal coated tresses.

Shouta pulled back, confused at what she was doing.  When he realized, a groan slipped from his lips.  He pressed his trapped cock against her drenched pussy.

Reyanna moaned at the feeling of his hard length.  Her hips thrusted up trying to hump him.

“Shit!” Shouta grabbed her hips and pressed them down.

Despite that, his own hips instinctively lowered, rutting against her.

He groaned and bit down on her neck.

Reyanna gasped at the hard sucking bite.

Shouta's tongue, lapped at her flesh, soothing the mark even as he continue to bite and suck.  His teeth released, moving on to nip and suck down her neck to her chest.

“Shouta.”

“The Llaes, Anna.  Where is she?”

Reyanna cursed his persistence.

His tongue flicked at her pebbled nipple before sucking it into his mouth.

Her hips rose up to meet his frenetic thrusts.

Again, Shouta grabbed her hips, this time with bruising strength.

He pushed them down with a growl.  “Bad, Kitty.”

He bit her nipple between his lower lip and upper teeth.

Her back arched, pressing her chest up to him.  “Shouta.  Please.”

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt.  And grinding against her like this wasn’t working.  It was also too risky.  If she came, they would have to go through this all over again.  Not that he was against teasing her, but denying himself for so long again would surely kill him.

“Here’s what’s going to happen, Kitten.  You’re going to suck me off.”

Reyanna groaned, mouth pooling with saliva just at the thought of his big, heavy cock inside it.

“You like that.  Don’t you, Love?”

She nodded.

“You’re not going to be a naughty Kitty and try to bite it off, are you?”

Her eyes widened at a the horrid thought.

Shouta chuckled and kissed her lips.  “Of course you wouldn’t.  You love my fat dick too much to ever think of such a thing.  Don’t you?”

She nodded, tongue darting out to lick her lips.

“Tell me my cock’s your favorite toy, Kitty Cat.”

“It—it’s my favorite toy.”

“What is?”

“You—your cock.”

“Say it.”

“Your cock’s my favorite toy.  Master.”

Shouta bit back a groan.  His naughty little Minx was still controlled enough to tease him.  He pressed his clothed dick against her pussy, watching her writhe.  He would fix that soon enough.

“Tell me you want me to fuck your pretty face, Anna.”

Oh!” Reyanna’s hips lifted, only to be shoved back down.  “I—ah!  I want you to fuck my face, Master.  Please.  Shouta, please.  Fuck my face!”

Reyanna whined when he rose up off her.

She lifted her head watching him strip with bated breath.  Damn.  He was glorious.  And he was all hers.  A wave of possessiveness crashed over her along with a further heightening of arousal.

Getting into bed, Shouta straddled her head and knelt.  He couldn't help but smirk at the way his Love held her mouth open, eager to receive him.

“Such thirsty, Kitty Cat.”  He murmured, slowly lowering.

Her lips suddenly wrapped around the head of his cock, head lifting to take half of him in.

Shouta grunted, struggling not to force the rest of his length down her throat and fuck away.  He grabbed her by the hair and pulled her off him.

“Naughty little Minx.  I wasn’t ready.”

Too pleased with herself to bother being chagrined at his chastisement, Reyanna moaned at the barely controlled need she heard in her lovers voice.

The taste of his pre-cum that had infused her mouth quickly dissipated from the copious amount of saliva her hunger for him was producing.

“Master, please.  Let your Kitty have a taste.  Let me suck you off, Shou. Kitty wants her milk.”

Shouta groaned.  Damn, if his Kitten didn’t know how to rile him up.

Summoning the last dregs of his control, Shouta dipped his hand into the bowl he had brought with him.

Looking down at her, he stroked his dick, coating it in aphrodisiac.  “Don’t worry, Kitten.  I’ll feed you a full serving of cream.”

She whimpered, eyes following his stroking hand.  She was so horny.  She would do anything for Shouta's cock.

No! Not anything.  She couldn’t do anything.  He wanted the Llaes’ location and she couldn't give him that.

“Shouta. Please.”  She begged, hardly knowing what she was begging for.

Shouta held the base of his throbbing cock.  “It’s alright, Kitten.  I got your treat right here.  Open up.”

Reyanna whined torn between her will and her want.

She had already licked his cock clean of the stuff, but she was at the point that she wasn’t sure how much more she could take without breaking.

When her mouth open barely wide enough for her tongue to pass through, Shouta encouraged.  “Come now, Anna.  Open that pretty mouth of yours.  Don’t you want a taste?”

Her tongue pushed between her lips, licking lightly at his cocks swollen head.

There was a wet smacking sound as Shouta slapped his dick against her cheek.

He grimaced at the sting it caused his angry, red dick.

Reyanna inhaled a shocked gasp.  Her exhale a wanton moan.

“We’re not taking this slow, Kitten.  Open up so I can fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”

As soon as her mouth open wide enough, Shouta pushed in.  He shuddered in pleasure at the hot, soft wetness that surrounded half of his length.  It wasn’t her tight, drenched pussy, but it still felt so good.

Reyanna moaned around him, tongue swishing back and forth along the underside of his cock.  His hard dick felt so good shoved inside her mouth. She never wanted to be empty of him again.  He could live in there, and she would happily sustain off his cum for eternity.

Her jaw opened wider.

Shouta sunk further into her mouth with a groan.

His hand once again tangled in her hair.  “That’s it, Kitten.  Open wide for Master’s fat dick.”

He hit the back of her throat and stopped, already breathing heavily. Fucking hell, she looked so good with her mouth stuffed full with his cock.

She felt him twitch and moaned.

The vibrations shot through his dick and up his spine.

Shouta grunted, gritting his teeth.

His eyes panned over her face.  He took the time to try and harness some level of control before he moved.

Reyanna whined.  Why was he holding this position?  Didn’t he say he was going to fuck her face.  Why then was he teasing her like this?  It wasn’t as if she could answer if he asked where the Llaes was.

Thankfully she couldn't answer if he asked where the Llaes was.  She doubted she’d be able to deny him right now.

Taking a deep breath, Shouta pulled out to the tip.  He stayed like that a moment, teasing the them both.  Eyes focused on her mouth, he cemented the image to memory.

The hand in her hair held her still as he all but slammed back in, breaching her throat.

Reyanna would have shouted if she could; but with the way his cock stretched her esophagus, she couldn’t even breath.  All she could do was stare up at him with wide, tear prickled eyes.

Shouta gazed down at her.  Damn.  She was beautiful.

He pulled halfway out and let her breath.  Then pushed back in, slower this time.

She gurgled around him, eyes rolling back as her tender throat was once again invaded by his wide girth.

The coarse dark curls of his pubic hair tickled at the first touch of her nose.  Then her nose met his pelvic bone and she thought she was going to lose it.

Her empty cunt clenched down, tightening and relaxing in search of some semblance of relief; but there was none to be had.

Shouta pulled out fully, allowing her to catch her breath.

With a stretch of her jaw and swallow, Reyanna opened her mouth to him again, ready and eager to be used.

Caught up in the moment Shouta almost forgot to apply more aphrodisiac to his cock.

His ruddy head was already passed her lips when he pulled back and coated his dick with a loose gripped hand.

The thought of ingesting more of that hated liquid, coupled with that of having to wait, made Reyanna whine.

Shouta brushed a dose coated thumb over her trembling lips.  “It’s alright, Kitten.  Don’t think about anything else but us.  Just focus on you and me.  Right here.  Right now.  Think about how badly I want you.  About how much you want me.”

She blinked and kissed at his thumb.

“Think about how good it’s going to feel to suck on my dick as I fuck in and out of that beautiful face of yours.  Don’t you want that, Kitten?  Isn’t that what you begged me for?”

She nodded mutely, hips rocking up.

Shouta felt her body move and smiled, knowing exactly what she truly wanted.

“Good girl.  Now open wide and let me fuck that sweet face of yours.”

Reyanna opened her mouth.

Her eyes fluttered as his cock slipped passed her lips.

Shouta started slow, but it wasn’t long before he was moving fast and hard.

Reyanna’s eyes watered, tears falling from her eyes as his driving cock hit the back of her throat with his every thrust.

It was rough.  Sinful.  Filthy.  And Reyanna loved every moment of it.

Her eyes closed.

She listened.  Tasted.  Smelled.  Felt.

Shouta rough breaths greeted her ears first.  Then came the squeaking of the bed.  But it was the wet sound of her mouth around his cock and the smacking of his balls as they slapped against her chin that was the real music.

The musky scent of his sweat and sex filled her nostrils.  It made more drool pool and exit her mouth in a steady stream.

Her chin, cheeks, and throat were just as sopping wet as her cunt, thighs, and ass.  No doubt the wet spots from her fluids had long since reached and ruined the mattress.

Shouta tugged at her hair, wanting her eyes open and on him.

Reyanna groaned at the added sting to her tender to her scalp.

Her eyes opened and fixed on him.

His naked body glistened in the low light.  The muscles of his abs, chest, and shoulders rolled with his every thrust.  And he called her perfection.  He clearly hadn’t seen himself in a mirror.

Shouta noticed her tears, but he didn’t stop or slow down.  It was clear his little Minx was enjoying being used, and who was he to deny her when she looked and felt so good.

Reyanna’s hands clenched into fists.  Her nails broke the skin.

Shouta sniffed smelling her blood through the prevailing scent of sex and sweat.

His head snapped up, eyes catching sight of her tightly balled hands. One of his hands remained buried in her hair, while the other moved.

He pried open her bottom hand, then threaded his fingers through the top and pushed it back into the palm of the bottom, keeping them open.

It wasn’t much longer before his cock came alive.

At the feeling him pulsing in her mouth more saliva ran down her chin as she literally drooled at the thought of his hot cum spurting into her mouth.

Shouta’s sharp panting breaths were pushed and pulled from between clenched teeth.  He tried to keep quite, but she felt too good.  Looked so good.  He had gone twelve days without release and spent well over two hours denying himself as he edged her.

His hips snapped on pure instinct, driven to move with on goal in mind. Satisfaction.  His muscles trembled uncontrollably, the hand in her hair pulling and pushing.  It felt like his entire body was a live wire.  Like white hot fire flowed through his veins.

Suddenly, he couldn't keep silent anymore.

It started with a grunt as the growing tension in his lower back reached breaking point.  The shivering wave began there then rushed throughout his body.

Shouta thrusted into her gaping mouth.  “Fuuu-- Anna!”

His hot seed spurt into her hungry mouth.

Reyanna let it sit on her tongue, savoring the taste of him before swallowing slowly.

When he pulled out, she lifted her head, licking after him.

Shouta couldn’t help but chuckle as he pulled her head back, the memory of an instance where their positions were reversed coming to mind.

He moved, laying out beside her.

The hand holding hers let go, roaming down her arm.  The other released her hair, trailing down to cup her face.

“You did so good, my Love.  Did you enjoy your cream?”

Licking around her lips, Reyanna hummed in bliss filled contentment.

Shouta licked at the small pool of drool that had collected in the hollow of her throat.  Once drained, he kissed her softly before shoving his tongue into her mouth.

A rumble sounded from his throat at the taste of himself on her.

He kissed her harder, his jealous possessiveness flaring.  Reyanna was his.  His taste and smell should always be on her.  It had been twelve days since he had claimed her fully.  Since he had owned her body completely.  It needed to be rectified, now.

He pressed his already stiffening cock against her hip, his leg wrapping around hers pulling it further open.

“How long do you think you’ll be able to hold out now that you’ve had a taste?”  He murmured against her lips, echoing the question she had posed him when she had locked him in a daimon trap.

Her eyes widened, the reality of the situation crashing down around her.

Shouta's smoldering gaze turned smug.  “Tell me where the Llaes is, Anna.”

Her mouth opened, resolve wavering as his hand traveled down her body to her aching need.

“Tell me, my Love.  Tell me and we can move on from this.”

“Shou...” Reyanna whined, hips thrusting up to his hand.  “Please.”

“I want to please you, Kitten.  I want to make you feel so good.”  His fingers circled her entrance then plunged into her wet warmth. “Fuck, Anna.”  He breathed, rutting his erect cock against her thigh.  “I need you.  I want you so bad, Kitten.”  He bit and kissed her neck.  “Let me fuck you, Love.  Let me make you scream.”

Reyanna bit her trembling lip.  She wanted to blame the aphrodisiac but in reality it was her want and weakness for him that made the walls of her will come tumbling down.  She really shouldn’t have suck him off.  It was over the moment his cock entered her mouth and they both knew it.

She hated him for doing this to her.  For using an act of love and trust between them and filling it with sorrow and dread.  For not understanding that her promise meant just as much to her as his did to him.  That his love and concern for her wasn’t the only thing that mattered.  That there were things more important than her and her well-being, and that the Llaes was one of them.

“I swear to you, my Love.  We’ll be ready for the next one.  I’ll prepare.  I’ll help you with the next Llaes, Anna.  Just-- Fuck!” He pressed harder, grinding against the soft skin of thigh.

Hot pre-cum smeared across her leg making her skin prickle.  “Shouta.”

“Please, Anna.  Please, my Love.  Tell me.  Where’s the kid?  Tell me and I can fuck you.  Tell me and I’ll never stop fucking you.  Tell me. Where’s the Llaes?”

Her eyes squeezed shut as the coordinates spilled from his lips.

Shouta kissed her, rising up off the bed.

Her eyes flashed open.  What had she done?  What had she done!

“Shouta, no!  Please!”

“It’s alright.”  He soothed, petting her hair.  “I’ll be right back.”

“Shouta! No!  Don’t!  Please, don’t!”

He moved to the table, cutting the palm of his hand and bleeding into another partially prepared bowl.  “You did so good, my Love.  I’ll be with you in a moment.  Just let me see to this.”

Reyanna watched in horror as he added a flame to the bowl he bled in.

“Don’t! Shouta, please!”  Her lips trembled, tears spilling from her eyes. “He’ll kill her.  She’s just a kid, Shou.  Please.  Please! Let’s find another way.  We can find another way!  Please!”

Her pleas assaulted his ears no matter how hard he tried to tune them out.  Every one of them a knife in his heart.  It wasn’t right being the reason she sounded so wounded and broken,  His every instinct told him to stop and make it better.  But there was no making this better.  This was the only option they had.  The only way to see her life force returned, and secure her safe well-being.

Even so, it killed him.  And when her voice cracked with emotion, his grip nearly broke the pen in his hand.

The bubbling sound of the boiling brew filled the room.

Reyanna thrashed in her bonds.  “I’ll never forgive you for this!  You hear me, Shouta!  I hate you!  I hate you, you selfish ass!  Aizawa! You’re nothing more than a...”

Shouta gritted his teeth and wrote down the coordinates she had given, eager to be done with it.

Even as he set down the pen and lifted the paper, his mind furiously looked for another way.

He continued to search right up until the moment he released the small strip of paper into the bowl.  And then his searching stopped.  If he found another way now, it would be nothing more than a pointless thing to mock him.  He had failed.  He hadn’t been able to think of another way to free Reyanna’s life force and keep her safe from harm.

He had had to hurt his Kitten to keep her safe.

A couple seconds passed while presumably the information was verified. Then the flame snuffed itself out.

Shouta turned to his Love, breath held.

Reyanna had stopped cursing him.  She laid there dazed and unmoving.  It was done.  Lucifer knew where the Llaes was.  She had given up the girl she had sworn to protect.  She had lost another one.

Abril’s words echoed in her mind.  ‘And you will fail again.  Don’t give up.’

Not only had she failed once again, she had given up in the worse possible way.  She had given up the Llaes’ life of her own free will.  And for what?  Because she missed and wanted Shouta?  She was just as bad and selfish as her lover was.  No.  She was worse.  At least Shouta had done what he did because he sought to protect her. What had she given up the location of the Llaes for what?  A simple fuck.

Never in her long life had she felt more like Lucifer's daughter than she did right now.  She hated herself for her weakness.  And she hated Shouta for preying upon it and bringing it about.

Shouta's eyes lit up at the sight of a silvery white wisp of swirling light. The piece of Reyanna’s stolen life force.

It was there one moment and gone the next, having darted into her faster than Shouta's eyes could see.

A bright radiant light emanated from her then slowly dimmed.

It was done.  Her bit of stolen life force was back where it belonged. Lucifer would no longer be able to use it to hurt and torment his Love.

Shouta flinted to her side, laying over her.  He stared into her watery, unfocused eyes, hands cupping her face.

“Anna. Look at me.”  He kissed her, bringing her back to her senses. “You’re safe, my Love.  It’s done.”

Reyanna pulled at the bindings wanting to run her fingers through his hair and pull him closer.

She wiggled and thrashed wanting to flint away and help the Llaes.  Maybe if she hurried she could get there in time to save the girl.  And what of Hawks and Tamaki who were there protecting the Llaes in her stead?  Had she signed their death warrants too?

Shouta pressed more of his weight against her struggling body.  “Relax, Little One.  You’re alright.  Everything’s fine, Kitten.  I promise I’ll help you with the next one.  It’s done, Anna.  The Llaes is likely dead already.  Relax and just be here with me. Forget about the rest.”

She sobbed into the strong arms that wrapped around her in a protective embrace.

“I got you, my Love.  I got you.”  Shouta soothed, smoothing her hair. “We’ll do better next time.  I promise.”  He littered her face with kisses.  “I love you so much, Anna.  You’re mine.  Mine. You did so well.  Giving in to reason.”

As he spoke his kisses got rougher, more insistent, till finally he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

All thought vanished from her mind as she returned his hard, ravenous kiss with one of her own, moaning into his mouth.

Nothing else mattered but Shouta and her need for him.

He sucked her tongue into his mouth.

Her hips began bucking up to his.  And this time he didn’t push her back down.

His cock slipped between her folds, the head rubbing against her clit.

Reyanna threw her head back with a breathless cry.  “Shouta!”

“It’s alright, Kitten.  I got just what you need.  And I’m going to give it to you over and over again.”

His pushed up to his knees, blade falling his hand. With a single arching swipe behind him the ties holding her legs were cut.

Her legs wrapped around him, pulling him down to her.

Shouta's weapon disappeared.  He fell back over her, his weight bared on one hand while the other roamed over her body.

He groped one of her breasts, his mouth latching on to the other.

“Such a good, sweet Kitten.”  He murmured, lips brushing her nipple.

His hot breath rolled over the sensitive dark bud making her shiver.

He plucked at the pebbled peak between his lip covered teeth.

Her hands tugged at their restraints.  “Shouta!”

Shouta’s eyes lifted to her bound wrists. He would’ve loved to untie them and feel her touch, but was worried that in her anger she would try to flint away.

“Call me Master.”  Shouta told, nipping at her lips as he rutted against her.

Reyanna panted, legs trembling around his waist.

Shouta bit at her neck.

Reyanna’s body arched up to him with a cry.

“Did you hear me, Kitten?  Call me Master.”

“Master. Master, please.”

“Please what?  Use your words, Kitty Cat. Tell me what you want.”

“Master! Please!”

Reyanna felt his lips pull into a grin as he bit at her neck again.

His hand snaked down her body and took his grinding, slick coated cock, positioning it at her entrance.

With a single thrust he was seated inside her to the hilt.

“Fuck!” She cried, walls spasming around the intruding length.

Shouta grunted, gritting his teeth.

He pressed his forehead against hers, struggling to keep control and not rail her like his cock demanded.

It was going to be hard and fast fuck.  After twelve days without and hours spent teasing, it couldn’t have been anything else but rough and quick.  But he still needed to give her a moment to adjust.

“Shou--”

The rest of his name is pushed out in a heavy, wordless exhale as his hips pulled back and slammed back against her.

“Shouta! Ah!  Fuck!  Yes!  Fuck me!”

And that was all it took.  With a growl and a biting kiss, Shouta gladly complied; fucking into her tight, wet, heat with hard, fast strokes that knocked the air out of her.

The room was hot and heavy with their combined scent.  Sweat made their bodies slippery, making Reyanna’s muscles strain as her legs struggled to remain anchored around his waist.

Shouta’s head rolled back.  His eyes closed, allowing him to better revel in the sound and smell of their lovemaking.

As much as he loved the wet slap of skin and squelching of her drenched pussy every time he hammered in, it was her cries that he lived for. The sound of his Love chatting his name as if it was the only thing she could remember.  The sound of her breathy exhales as the air was fucked out of her, and her quick shuddering inhales before her air was knocked out again.

He loved that all she could do was lay there and take it.  And that she too loved every moment of it.

Her pussy began to quiver.  Reyanna’s moans grew louder, more desperate.  Then her cunt clamped down around him making his hips stagger.

The feel of her squeezing around him like a vise.  The cry of her orgasm. The way her legs locked around him, as if trying to hold him in place.  It made Shouta shout as his own orgasm crashed over him.

His vision spotted.  It was so good.  A part of him wanted simply to collapse on top of her, and rock sedately into her till he had the energy to fuck her hard and fast again.

Instead his hips slowed, fucking in firm short thrust as his cock spit the last of its hot seed into her quivering cunt.

Shouta sighed in contentment.  His hips stopped, dick buried deep inside her letting her pussy milk him for all he was worth.

Reyanna stared blindly up at him, eyes hazy.

It took them both a moment to come down from their highs and breathing to normalize.

“Want to go again?”  Shouta asked, low voice making her pussy clench.

His dick twitched in response.

He smiled down at her, already knowing the answer before she nodded.

“Words, my Love.”  His sweat beaded nose brushed against hers.  “Use your words.”

“Yes. Please, Shouta. Fuck me again.  I need you.”

Shouta hummed and kissed her.  Maybe he had over estimated how angry she would be. Was it possible he had worried for nothing?

His blade appeared in his hand.  He cut the ties around her wrists.

“I love you, Anna.”

“Shouta.” Her hands buried in his hair, pulling him into a kiss.

Yes, he thought feeding on her lips. He had feared for nothing.  If she were truly upset with him she would have flinted away.  Everything was going to be alright.

A HUGE thank you to those who have commented recently.  You all are the only reason I take the time edit and post.  Seriously, I write for myself but edit for you all; and this dyslexic hates editing.  So thank you!

This fic, like all my fics, started out for me and is like my baby.  So hearing how you all enjoy it really makes me warm and fuzzy, and puts a smile on my face.  When I don’t feel like editing and just want to go on with the story, writing for myself, I go back and read your comments.  I love them all and love you all for leaving them.

A special huge THANK YOU to @inorganicone2230 for encouraging me, brainstorming sections and reading this chapter,  and just all around being an awesome friend.  You truly are amazing and I honestly think I would've stopped posting this fic a long time ago if it weren’t for your support.  If you haven’t checked out @inorganicone2230 work, I HIGHLY suggest that you do.  All their fics are amazing.

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[whump-the-caretaker]

Shifter - pt. 1

Initially inspired by @whumpthisway‘s shapeshifter prompts, this got way out of hand and ended up pages and pages long. I’ll be posting it in chunks as editing allows. Later sections have some threatened but not depicted non-con and will be tagged as such. Non-consensual nudity throughout due to, you know, shapeshifting. 

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about the characters / next

Beck had been told to keep his shifting quiet.

Over and over, since he was a kid. It was dangerous for people to know, talents like that could be envied and abused. Being more than human could easily enough become less than human.

It’s not like he didn’t know.

It’s just that he hadn’t cared.  

He’d always been dumb and reckless. An idiot kid. His heart had been broken, and it hadn’t seemed to matter whether the dangers were real or not. Shifting was a skill he could use, so he would fucking use it. The whole city knew now, just like they knew not to fuck with him, and his powers were just another factor in the healthy respect he cultivated.

Except now he’d been grabbed. 

Now he was in a glass box with tiny air holes, staring out into a goddamn laboratory and trying not to panic.

Now a man in a fucking labcoat was stepping into the room, a clipboard in his hands and a cool look in his eyes. 

“Hello, beautiful,” he greeted, crossing over to the table where the glass case was perched, pen tapping against the metal clipboard. Beck bristled but was still formulating a response when he tapped on the glass and added, “Aren’t you just the perfect specimen?”

His jaw dropped. “What the fuck did you just say to me?”

The man ignored him and turned away to look through the cabinets. 

“Did you just call me a specimen?”

On a tray, he was setting out an array of things Beck didn’t recognize, glass marbles and tiny rubber tubes. His anxiety and anger were warring in his gut until he thought he might be sick.  

“Tell me, what is your range of forms?” The man set the tray beside the case.

Beck’s jaw clenched. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Mmhmm, of course you don’t.” 

He adjusted the items in front of him and picked up the first of the marbles.

“What is that?”

The man didn’t answer, just rolled the glass between his fingers and dropped it through the holes in the top of the case.

Beck pressed back against the case, eyeing it warily, and looked up in time to see the man deftly plugging rubber into the air holes. 

“Wait, don’t--”

The glass sphere shattered with a tiny clink and a soft grey gas drifted up from inside.

He looked sharply to the man for some explanation and coughed when the first breath of it hit his lungs. 

“I’ll take the plugs out when you can manage a human form again.”

“What--”

But he could already feel the pressure on his bones, his muscles being dragged out onto a new body. It wasn’t anything like his own shift. It was like being pulled apart and then crammed into an ill-fitting shape.

He panted at the exertion, at the fur blooming and the teeth lengthening in his jaw, and then he was finished, clothes in tatters around a canine body, his senses telling him that he was something big, something sharp, with a clear nose picking out each bitter chemical in the lingering smoke. 

“Beautiful,” the man commented, tapping again on the glass. “Shift back as soon as you can or you’ll run out of air.”

Beck’s heart pounded, the impulse to shift back shooting through his limbs. Nothing happened. He was still a wolf. A whine escaped his throat, paws scratching at the case. He couldn’t shift. 

He could feel his lungs working, panicking, heaving air in and out, and he knew he needed to stop. He was going to use all his air before the drugs had a chance to clear his system. But animals were driven by instinct so much more than humans, and his body told him he needed to escape. 

The panic took him, blinded him, overruled any human emotions, and his head didn’t come above water until he was sprawled, human, sweaty and unable to get a proper breath, on the floor of the case. The man was looking at him with disdain, and he felt exposed for reasons unrelated to being bare-ass naked in a display case. 

The plugs were pulled and cool air hit his face. He tried to breathe normally, but his lungs ached. 

“Seventy-two seconds. Not the fastest shift I’ve seen, but a place to start.” The man picked up a clipboard from a hook on the table and made a few notes. “Now. Range. How small can you shift?”

Beck shook his head slowly. 

The man held up another marble. “This is for an etruscan shrew. They’re only about 0.1 ounces. I’m told it’s extremely painful if your body rejects it.”

“No, I can’t. I can’t go that small.”

“There, was that so hard?”

Beck gritted his teeth and scowled at him. 

“What’s the smallest thing you’ve ever been?”

Beck swallowed roughly. “A ring snake. A small ring snake. That’s as small as I can go.”

He made a few notes. “And how big?”

“Big cats. I tried an elephant once and couldn’t. Never been anything bigger than a lion.”

“And have you ever gotten stuck?” the man asked, tapping his pen against the clipboard. 

Beck shook his head.

“Lying to me could be very dangerous.”

“No, I’ve never gotten stuck as anything. I’ve had trouble shifting into things if I was sick or stressed out, but I’m always able to get back to my real body.”

“By “real” body, you’re referring this one?” he asked, gesturing to Beck.

“Yeah,” Beck snapped. “My human body.”

“I see.” He walked in a circle around the table, making notes as he did so.

Beck’s skin itched. 

“Can you effect cosmetic changes? Hair color, body weight, etc.”

“Yeah.”

“No scars or visible skin markings outside of the tattoos… Do your animal forms retain the tattoos under the fur?”

He shook his head. “I only have them when I’m human.”

“Have you ever been a woman?”

Beck flushed, eyes dropping away.

“Ah, well. Good to know.” He tapped his clipboard a few times and hung it back on the hook. “That will do for now. Now, I’m going to film a few transformations for comparison purposes. I would hate to waste the time and resources to force you, so please do cooperate.”

The setup clicked up into place from under the table, and he adjusted it to focus on Beck, who angled himself away. He was still fucking naked. The man fiddled a moment more and a red light began to flash.

“All right. Mammal of choice.”

Beck looked away and shifted into a fox. His ears twitched in agitation. 

“Reptile.” 

The first shift of scales on the glass, and he immediately slipped back into his own body, shivers shaking his entire frame. “Fuck, too cold,” he said. 

The man looked displeased, but let it go. “Avian.”

Beck’s body was starting to ache from the quick succession, but it would be worse if the man chose for him. He slid into a falcon’s form and held it, despite the grating feel of talons unable to grasp onto the floor. 

“Amphibian.”

He didn’t often have cause for amphibian, but a toad was at least more pleasant than a falcon in this space.

“Fish.”

He blinked at the man, unsure whether he was stupid or cruel. 

“A moment as a fish is better than… what was your time? Seventy seconds?”

Cruel, then.

Beck got a breath, as well as he could manage in a toad’s body, and forced himself, against all instincts, into a fish. 

It hurt as bad as the cold and the panic combined. He managed three beats of his tail before he was back as himself, hands and knees, choking and retching. 

The man gave him a moment, but Beck was still coughing to clear his throat when he ordered, “Woman.” 

Shivers ran up his spine. He violently did not want to do that. 

“Shift into a woman.”

He didn’t honestly look much different when he complied, still fairly flat chested and narrow. But he crossed his arms over himself anyway and wished more than anything to have some of his clothing left. 

“Turn your hair brown.” 

He shivered and did so.

“All of your hair.”

He glanced down at the patch of white blond between his legs and swore at the man, cheeks hot and a tight coil of fury in his gut. He did it and flipped the camera off, too angry to keep his tits covered. 

“Small as you can go.”

Beck shook his head. “I can’t do much more of this.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

Beck gaped at him. “It’s not something I can do indefinitely! I need to eat or rest or something. It fucking takes energy.”

He waved dismissively. “Two more, and we’ll be finished.”

Beck didn’t point out that that was actually three more, to get back to normal. Didn’t press again that he was exhausted.

“Small as you can go.”

He closed his eyes, picking a small rodent this time. He’d learned his lesson about snakes. 

His bones ached.

“Big as you can go.” 

Beck looked around. As small as he was, his perspective was skewed, but he was nearly certain that he wouldn’t fit in the space.

“If you were telling the truth to me earlier, you’ll be fine. Shift.”

He didn’t want to have to trust him. He didn’t want to. The thought of going from the size of a mouse to the size of a lion when his bones felt like they’d been broken a dozen times and poorly stitched back together made him want to puke.

“Shift.”

He did as he was told.

A tortured sound that couldn’t even generously be called a roar choked out of him as the flanks of a lion hit the walls of his confinement. His body tore itself apart building the new shape, twisting and pressing him into every available millimeter of the too small space. The hard barriers bruised his skin--it couldn’t be glass, because he pressed against it at all points, compressed and twisted and straining against the material.

He dropped back into human form, tears running down his face. Exhaustion and pain overrode his senses, and he just lay there, fully exposed, and shuddered through waves of shock. 

“That will be plenty. I see we have our work cut out for us.”

Beck looked dazedly towards him, watched him turn off the camera and write a few more notes on the clipboard. He hung it back on its hook and, with Beck collapsed, too weak to even move much less attempt an escape, opened the top of the case and dropped in a box of dried rations and a bottle of water. 

#whump #shapeshifter #cw: violence #cw: medical #cw: laboratory #cw: forced nakedness #story: shifter #beckett ohare #cw: dehumanization