#he jumped in after i dominated another captain and scared me

[ryan-is-a-god]

Brûz the Chopper is an absolute icon. "Bright lord, Dark lord... Same thing really".

#bruz the chopper #bright lord #dark lord #sauron #celebrimbor #talion #shadow of war #shadow of mordor #lotr #tolkien #bruz is actually hilarious #he jumped in after i dominated another captain and scared me #i was like danm we havent even done the mission yet!?

[rodolfoparras]

Back on my oc shit ✊😞 god if you can hear me

I can definitely see Price getting pissed off because he just came back from hanging out with some friends, but he's drunk as fuck and is trying to type in a code but keeps pressing the wrong shit because hes got big fingers and the buttons are a bit small and is just

🧍‍♂️🎥 "one of you boys needs to get the fuck out here and let me in" at the cameras until someone comes out and escorts him inside (it will not be Ghost, because he thinks it's funny as fuck)

It's probably Gaz and/or Everett that does tbh, helps the old man inside and gets him all washed up and in his jammies (probably fucks him good for good measure) and then tucks his ass into someone's bed, he's out like a light fs

Everett is a huge cuddle bug when you get close enough to him. So lots of the time, if you're looking for him, you should be looking for whoever's in their room because good chance he's with them in bed

Also they do absolutely fight of parking spots, you're right, sometimes they park in each other's spots just to be petty. Finished Ghost's favorite cereal? Fuck you and your parking spot

Soap's got furr enemies because in the 2009 MW, in Captain Soap's journal, he talks about hating dogs and having a fear of them. So Ghost's pup Riley and Everett's pup are his biggest opps sometimes.

Both dogs are very well trained, so he'll slowly grow civil with them, they help him overcome that fear the longer they're all together, but he still doesn't like them much

Prefers Everett's little fluff balls, a mainecoon and a Norwegian forest cat (they're not little at all but they love Soap because he spoils them)

Once they're all retired, I don't think Everett would use a mask much at home, definitely when he goes out but at home he's pretty okay going without it, Roach and Ghost too. But sometimes Everett will probably wear his bunny balaclava for funsies

If he carries anything in the ears, it's probably lighters or chapstick

Weed smoker 100% after retirement, he gets really bad pains in his face sometimes from the piece of shrapnel and smokes to relieve it, probably smokes with Roach and Soap. The others may or may not join, probably depends on if they're still in the military or not

The boys do call him bunny and bun bun and other cute bunny pet names because they think it's cute 😞 man's a war criminal and missing his eye but he's his boys' bunny

Nsft headcanons 🤭...

(poly141 petplay when?!) ((Everett would probably dress up in white lingerie with bunny ears and a rabbits tail plug because Soap joked about it once and wanted to surprise his boys))

Lots of high and/or drunk sex, they've got so much left over energy now they focus it on each other. Get Everett high, and he's rubbing his pussy on whoever's closest to him

Sex between Everett and Soap is very sweet most of the time in my head, they're both scared of losing the ability to communicate with one another (Soap becoming hoh and Everett going partially blind) and so they're very sweet with each other, lots of cuddle sex, they take good care of one another

They all love to ruin their captain and lieutenant 🫡

4v2 fr, Gaz, Soap, Roach, and Everett all jumping Ghost and Price and melting their brains

Idk if you've ever seen those women who fuck men back?? Like the woman is standing and holding the man's legs against him and then riding him like that?? Idk if that's the best way to describe it, BUT Everett does that to whoever's cis in the polycule, especially if it's Ghost or Price, loves to dominate those two

I could probably go on for way too long about these guys...... Someone's gotta put me down, bruh

-🐧

Hello I’m kicking my legs and twirling my hair bc fucking price to sleep is a dream yes he’s an old man yes he’ll happily let you fuck him while he sleeps yes he gets lazily half way into riding and wants you to take over for him yes he’ll claim he doesn’t like being pampered bc he’s a “grown man for Christ sake “ but if you happen to forget to make tea for him at night like you usually do or you won’t offer him to put his cold feet onto you he’ll be huffing and puffing

May I also have a cuddle ses with Everett it’s been a rough day my friends 🧎🏻‍♂️

Wait I absolutely love them having petty fights like arguing over silly things like how someone (soap) ended up turning half of the white t shirts into baby pink and he’s like what pink looks great on ghost and Everett 😭

Oh no I forgot soap was a wee bit scared 😭 but also soap having some moments where he’s like “you’re cool…sometimes” to the dogs 😭

Soap having little tea parties with the kitties and talking shit about dogs and the cats are just blinking at him and he’s like exactly!

Everett wearing his bunny mask jst bc he secretly loves when the rest of the guys coo at him

I see price tryinf weed once and being all grumpy about the headache he got and how he’s too old for all this nonsense hallucinations he’s seeing 😭

Oh hello Everett and price dryhumping idk I just see price as someone who absolutely loves doing it especially with a couple of drinks in him

Soap and Everette finding their own ways to communicate just in case something happens 🧎🏻‍♂️

Oh I’ve definitely seen that maybe even imagined pricr doing it to me but that’s another discussion 😞

#alec answers #🐧 anon

[lil-blueee]

Redamancy | Takashi Mitsuya x Reader (Tokyo Revengers)

Redamancy (n.): The act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Treasure the time you spend together,

Treasure the ride in the evening time,

Treasure the confession under the night sky.

May you all feel the love and fall in love!

____________________

It is now eventide, the moment when the Sun deliberately goes down, exuding its vibrant red and orange rays that tints the former azure firmament. And here you are, resting on the leather chesterfield sofa while gazing at those skylights above. Broken lines of cumulus, or cotton-like clouds, are stretching for miles in the air, reflecting those fiery shades that intensifies the whole scene's saturation.

"Beautiful." You mumble, eyes lingering at that exquisite sight.

It doesn't take that long for a pitch black color to invade the sky, noticing that dusk is coming to your city. You raise up both arms to stretch that stiff upper body before a small growl grabs your attention. Looking at the clock, it's a quarter past six already.

"Guess he'll come back late tonight. I've to eat alone then."

You place your right hand on your stomach to feel that small rumbling sound - a signal for dinner time. The corners of your lips pull down to reveal a sad but so-be-it face. "Well, time to eat." You reheat the bento box in the microwave and prepare a glass of water before bringing them both to the table. Hands clasp together, you mumble, "Itadakimasu."

After finishing your meal, you sip a cup of warm tea while walking towards the bust mannequin, where the sleeveless white bridal gown is put on. Four different length of layers were sew from the waist line, covering half of the chapel train - the last and longest layer of the dress. To break free from the usual, monotonous gown, that man thoroughly embroidered roses on the left lateral, artfully arranged those small flowers from the shoulder to the side of the waist, and bigger ones when reaching the end of the train.

There's only one more piece left to complete the dress, a wedding veil. And it's also the final task for you - the girl making a messy bun for her wavy silver hair with apparent black highlights. Heading to the table where the folded tulle fabric is laying, you put the tea cup down, left hand slowly grabs your pair of black eyeglasses beside it. Eyes giving a quick glance at those thin lines drawn by tailor's chalk, you take one deep breath, ignoring some strains of hair falling down on the side and hold the sharp piece of scissors. After all, this dress is made for Hinata Tachibana, one of your best friends. I can't screw it.

You slowly cut off the excess length of the tulle until those metal blades return to their starting point, making the cabbage falls down the ground. Your other hand holds the outside edge of the fabric to trim its corners slightly, adding the curve for a graceful look. "Now then," A delighted smile appears on your face. Your sparkling gaze is looking through the edge of the veil again to see any jagged or uneven fabric needs cutting.

Immersing yourself in your work, you don't even recognize the presence of another man at the entrance, crossing his arms on one another. His head leans against the door frame, looking at you with those adoring droopy lavender eyes. "Quite meticulous, aren't you?" The lilac-haired mumbles, giving his compliment before he turns around and walks along the hall.

After that final touch, you sigh in relief, gently using your left hand surface to mop the sweat from your brow. "All we need to do is sew it. I should wait for Taka—" You startle. Whatever touches against your cheek literally makes your heart jump because of the cold sensation.

"What in the—" Like a natural reflex, you turn your head around to search for the source, but that sixth sense of yours can somehow guess the person standing behind this.

"You call for me?" He asks in a soft tone voice. In front of you right now is Takashi Mitsuya, a gentleman in his dark grey suit layered with a black shin length trench coat, projecting his professional image which instantly forms the first impression to anyone he meets. Hand passes you a bottle of water, the lilac-haired chuckles at the face he saw.

You keep staring at him, your eyebrows pull closer together while your lips tighten, making an angry but quite adorable face in his opinion. As you're about to give him a piece of your mind, his genuine smile immediately blows your anger away. That gentleman appearance, combining with his somewhat irresistible face are like a deadly combo suppressing your anger. How can I get mad like this? Placing your palm on the forehead, you ask yourself before telling him,

"You can just give it normal—"

Hold up! You pause when a thought runs through your mind and interrupts your speech. An idea? No, more like a revenge! Lower your face while smirking devilishly, one side of his slit eyebrow lifts up as he wonders what has got into you until...

"Actually, thank you very much, Takashi."

Calling for his name in a mischievous voice, you raise your slender hand not to take that bottle but to gently grab the other big, masculine one. Eyes lock with the others droopy lavender, you smile innocently as a way to express your affection toward him.

It doesn't take that long for the Second Division Captain to realize your intention. Instead of questioning about your rapid change in behavior, the lilac-haired decides to go along with your act. [First name]-chan, you're no match for me. His surprised face soon reveals a smirk, taking his time to respond you.

"My my~ you really mean it, [First name]?" said Mitsuya in a low tone voice.

He takes a few steps toward while you're doing the opposite, walking backward till your body hits the table without noticing. You startle but your attention is still drawn to his hand pulling the tie knot side to side to loosen that black plain necktie. This soon piques your curiosity. Is it because of the heat or he's doing it on purpose? However, judging the look on his face, you have every reason to eliminate the former assumption. Actually, no one will argue once they meet his sharp, yet flirtatious glance trying to lure you in his sweet trap. The gap is now shortened to only a few centimeters apart, Mitsuya rests both of his hands on the table to trap you inside then leans his lips closer to your reddened ear.

"Or you're asking for something else?" He whispers, sending shivers down your spine.

A flush of excitement is rising to your cheek, but you - my friend, show no signal of being dominated. In spite of the wild beating heart in your chest, you naturally grabs his tie and pulls it closer, looking straight into that man's eyes. "Make a guess."

Now you've done it. That confident expression of yours finally pulls the trigger for a massive explosion in his heart. It's not really something unexpected, but the Captain can't help himself whenever he sees you like this. The lilac-haired signs, looking down the ground to hide his defeated face. But, things won't end that easy.

"Alright, you said it. But," Unveiling a devilish smirk, his left hand wraps around your waist and gives a sudden pull, making your eyes widen from his unexpected move, "don't mad at me afterward."

The other hand is gently placing on your cheek before his thumb touches your lips. He's not gonna... There are butterflies in your stomach as you realize his intention, but sadly, it's too late to escape by now. Feeling his head is leaning closer, you place both hands on his chest to try and stop him though his body doesn't move a single bit. Hold up, hold up, hold up!!! Too close!

"Takashi, wait—" Your eyes shut immediately, knowing what he's about to do.  

Mitsuya pauses when his lips are only a few centimeters away. That man is taking a glance at your heavily blushing face and secretly smiling to see this shy and nervous side of yours. Oh my, now I'm the meanie. He signs. Well then...

Soft. Something touches the tip your nose - a light kiss, as light as a feather. As your mind is still trying to comprehend the whole thing, his giggle soon gets you back to your senses.

"I'm just joking! You don't have to worry!" You open your eyes and freeze like a statue. Noticing how tense up you are, his hand gently caresses your cheek where the heat is still lingering around. "Did I scare you, [First name]-chan?"

You know the answer, don't you? Well, he did surprise you in a way but... why not let him guess a little longer? "Who would?" You mumble.

"Really? Shall we try again the—"

Like an instinct, your palm covers his lower face as you know he won't leave you time to answer.

"Not so fast. I won't be tricked again." You smile cheerfully because this time for sure, victory is in your hand. However, life rarely happens according to your plans, and especially when you are with him.

His gaze sharpens and that makes you think twice about your action. Just when you're about to let your hand down, the lavender-eyed holds it in position and gives your palm a kiss. You raise your eyebrows and are completely shocked at his gesture. Mitsuya gently places your hand in his palm, bowing down like a gentleman greets a lady before his lips touch your knuckles. This greeting gesture, hand-kissing, normally indicates courtesy and politeness but not in this case scenario. 

"Are you sure about that, my Muse?" He asks with a mischievous smile.

And the Cupid - the god of love in the Ancient Roman, shots his arrow right through your heart, again. Love and passion are spreading out from your wound, making you fall for this man for... how many times you have lost count to be honest. The only difference is that you sink deeper and deeper every time the Cupid has his decision.

"So now you're into role play just simply because of the suit? And what Muse would wear a white tube top with grey sweatpants like me?" You chortle.

"Well, doing it once in a while isn't so bad though." He answers. "And you're always beautiful no matter what you wear."

That makes your heart skip a beat. He always says what in his mind, even if you're ready for it or not. "You sure are good with words." Whispering softly, you don't know what to do but to smile happily like a child.

"Anyway, how was the meeting with your customers?" You ask.

"The good news is we have a big order coming up. It's for their wedding and they chose the design already. One mermaid wedding dress and a tuxedo. We have to make five dresses for the bridesmaids too, so it's gonna be a busy week."

"Oh no, it's not that much... Lemme fainted a little." Without waiting him to respond, you let your head fall down on his shoulder, creating a big "thump" sound in the ears. The Captain is trying hard not to laugh by now. He gently pats that heavy head of yours.

"But still, I'll try my best to help. Can't let my beloved handle everything, right?" There you go, being mischievous again.

Wish you could see his face at that time. It was the most happiest face in the world. He wraps you in his arms for a full, warm embrace. "And I don't want my Muse to be exhausted too."

"But we'll put that aside for now. Wanna go for a ride? It must be bored to spend your whole day in the workshop."

Your eyes wide open to hear his suggestion. How long has it been since the last ride you guys had with each other? You're obviously happy to hear that but you're quite concerned about his health. "Maybe you should rest for today, you must be tired already."

"It's okay. I need to refresh my mind a bit. Lemme get change real quick." He gives you a light pat on your head.

Standing in front of the garage, you're gazing at Mitsuya, who is wearing an energetic set of cloth, opposite to the formal style earlier. He layers his white tee with a loose black baseball jacket with cream leather sleeves. This jacket was you two first couple cloth, and it was made by you-know-who. For the bottom, he puts on grey sweatpants and a pair of sneakers.

Your man is taking his baby Impulse out. The lavender-eyed is looking for something, your helmet. He slowly puts it on for you to ensure your safety while you sit behind him.

"Hold on tight." No matter how many times he has taken you out, that sentence always comes up first like a habit. Yes, you understand clearly that he cares about you, but seeing him like this somehow makes you want to tease him.  

"Come on! It's not like my first time letting my boyfriend take me for a ride~" Leaning your body closer to his back, you slowly give that muscular body a hug from behind. The lilac-haired sighs, lowers his head before turning around.

"And it's not like my first time saying this to my girlfriend." He responds while gives you a light flick on your forehead. "I just want to make sure you'll feel safe."

You release your hands to touch the spot where he aimed. Knitting your eyebrows, you ask. "Alright, but do you have to give me a flick?"

"Cause I feel like it." Now your nose is being pinched. Right after when you try to react, Mitsuya grabs your hands and puts them around his waist again. "Alright, no more teasing. We'll be back late if we don't leave now."

You actively tighten your arms so that someone won't give a long lecture again. "Fine, baka Taka."

"That's my girl." Closing his eyes, those lips reveal a winsome smile before his black full face helmet covers it. Once everything is set, he starts the engine and drive you both to the main road.

Resting your head on his firm back, your eyes slowly observe the night life in the city, looking at those cars running on the road and how people spend the rest of their night. Every time the winds blow through your hair, they always give a sense of relaxation, relieving all the stress you have during those working hours.

You breathe out bit by bit, tighten your embrace without noticing, which is a good sign for the person sitting in front of you. Glad she's enjoying this. The lilac-haired chuckles in secret, feels glad at your reaction.

Fifteen minutes have passed by, you two leave the city center, driving on a deserted road that leads to an abandon outdoor parking space overlooking the city's view. This is his go-to place whenever he seeks for the tranquility and now, it's yours too. Mitsuya drives right to the spot where you can observe the mesmerizing scene below and parks his Impulse.

Arms in the air, you stand up and stretch your back after spending nearly the whole day in his workshop, helping him to finish the wedding dress on time. Turn your head around to look at the man sitting side saddle, you ask. "Just three days left. We'll finish Hina-chan dress before it, right?"

"Yeah, I only need to sew the veil and adjust the length of the dress a bit." Mitsuya responds before gazing at you with a delighted face. "It all thanks to your help! Your skills have improved a lot after two months."

"Really? Guess I have to thank someone being patient while teaching me too~" Your mind then recalls how many times he sighed and flicked your forehead when you messed up during your practice. Despite of that, your caring teacher always there to explain and demonstrate again and again. Also, you can't forget the times you injured yourself because of your clumsiness, and he was always there to help you. Those are the memories that you're always cherish.

"I'll still be in your care, Sensei~" You giggle.

Sitting beside the man you love, you lean your head on his shoulder while getting lost in thought. 12 years huh... They finally make it. The fact that Hanagaki could travel back in time is always unbelievable because to you, it's something that only appears in sci-fi movies. You're really grateful that he tries to save everyone even if he has to risk his life. Not knowing what the future may hold, every moment staying with Mitsuya just becomes precious and you truly appreciate it.

Hina-chan finally escapes from the Death, now they're about to engage. "I'm glad for them."

Hearing your mumble, his left arm, which wrapped around your waist, moves its way up to pat your head. Those fingers that he uses to design beautiful clothes are now gently stroking your hair.

"What're you thinking about?" He asks out of curiosity.

"I was thinking..." After a few seconds of consideration, you say something out of the blue "when will I become a bride?"

From your unexpected answer, Mitsuya completely freezes. His astonished face with raised eyebrows and wide-opened lavender eyes is fully drawn to you. Looks like someone's heart just skips a beat. You really are...

Not seeing the Captain react, you ask him with concern. "Taka— Wh—what???"

As you're about to lift your head up, his hand quickly covers your eyes, pressing it down to the old position. You're wondering what the heck is going, not knowing Mitsuya is facing the other direction, hands cover his face. He's making time for the blush to fade away but it's impossible when you're struggling like this. 

"Stay still for awhile, will you?" A long sigh escapes from his lips when you're trying to pull his hand off.

After realizing how physically strong he is, you finally surrender. "Fine, I give up."

The atmosphere go into silent, no one has opened up first because you're waiting for him, and your boyfriend? He's still trying to calm himself down. Once Mitsuya gets back to his cool, usual shelf, he removes his hand to reveal your sound sleeping face.

"[First name]-chan?" He whispers.

Oh... She must be exhausted. Caressing your cheek before moving to your ear, his mind suddenly recalls your words. The Captain tries to move his other hand without waking you up, manages to take something out of his pocket. He then remains silent, eyes are focusing that small box lying in the palm of his right hand. "A bride, you said..."

His thumb opens the box, staring at the thing placing in the middle. For some reasons, your man hesitates before taking out the circle object, raising it up to the night sky and gazing deeply.

"You should fall for someone else." He mumbles.

"That's what I said when you confessed your feelings. But you, you still stay around after everything we went through, after knowing my background." Mitsuya pinches your cheek lightly because he doesn't want to interrupt your sleep.

"How stubborn you are."

You can feel something touch your face but only make an annoyed expression like a reflex.

"You always talk to me, run toward me whenever I'm around, and even learn how to sew. And just like that, I get familiar with your presence in my life."

"I used to think if you were in love with someone else, I would be rooting for you and make sure you find a good guy. But right now, I don't think I can let you go—— No, more like I won't let you go this time."

His hand puts something on your right ear. It's his other signature piercing - a black huggie earring with silver crosses.

"One for me, one for my most important person. Hope you won't laugh at my childish thought, I was young and bold." He chuckles at his own thought.

"I'm not ready to be your spouse yet, not when I'm still struggling with financial issues. I don't want my love to struggle it with me."

"Just a little more, will you wait for me, [First name]-chan?"

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Heartbreak 101 II Chapter 3 “Chibi-chan~”

Synopsis: Y/N L/N has been Yaku’s little secret for years. The two being best friends since toddlers, Yaku sees Y/N like a sister and is ready to scare away any potential heartbreaks that present themselves. But when his captain falls head over heels for the shy girl, things can’t help but get complicated. Will they manage to overcome the obstacles and be happy or will this be their first real heartbreak?

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  With sluggish movements, Y/N finally made her way downstairs, meeting her best friend outside a pout on her lips. Yaku ignored her antics and started heading towards school, making small talk as if she wasn’t about to have a mental breakdown. He went on and on about practice, about Lev and what he did yesterday after school but he never mentioned Kuroo or their predicament. Soon enough the school’s gate came into view making Y/N still her movements, Yaku taking a few steps ahead before glaring back at her. 

“He isn’t going to eat you.” He said coming to stand in front of her. The worry on her face was evident, there was a crease in between her brows while she was nibbling on her bottom lip, a habit she had since she was five. Mori’s mom always said that it was a cute little quirk of hers but he knew better; anxiety ticks are hard to get rid of. When he agreed to let Kuroo meet her he thought that it would be good for her to interact with someone new; maybe they would hit it off so well that they became close friends. He mentally slaps himself for forgetting how shy she gets around strangers. Letting out a sigh he cupped her cheeks, slightly raising her head so their eyes could meet giving her a reassuring smile. “I can always cancel it. If you believe you can’t do it then you just have to say the word. We’ll just forget about all this and get ice cream after class.”

She thought about it. It would spare her the embarrassment of meeting the captain. It would be an easy way out. But… she had made a promise with herself and Mori. She would try to battle this, this drowning feeling, this weight on her chest. She knew Mori wouldn’t be her guardian angel forever, she knew of his dreams and goals and how they would force them into different routes in life. They would never lose each other- they had promised that when they were 10- but he wouldn’t be always here to protect her. She needed to battle it, she needed to overpower her fear and see the world in its full glory. If she ran away again, like she had done all those other times in her life, she most likely would regret it. Plus Kuroo is a decent person according to Mori and if Mori approves then she approves. 

“No, I-I’ll do it.” Giving him a wobbly smile of her own she grabbed his wrist and moved forward, a new sense of determination in her step. 

~~~~~~~~~

This was a bad idea. Kuroo was …. something else. He was nice and polite, giving her and Mori a small bow when he saw them. But dear god. Where did they make him?? He was a greek god walking in between mere mortals. Tall with broad shoulders, raven hair that brought out his amber eyes and a smile that could make the most dominant woman sway. He was both intimidating and gentle. The smirk on his features gave a certain edge to him making him all that more attractive. She was at loss of words, her voice going completely out as she stared up at him, soft gaze locking with hers. 

“I’m Kuroo Tetsuro, it’s very nice to meet you.” He said shifting his whole attention to her as Mori walked off. “I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I-I didn’t mean to knock you down.” He cleared his throat as a blush creeped up his neck and took its seat on his cheeks. He averted his gaze before composing himself and giving her another broad smile. 

“I-it’s alright, Kuroo-san. I um wasn’t watching where I was going either so I-I guess we’re even?” She tilted her head to the side, a lopsided smile spreading across her face. His smile was contagious. Kuroo found her to be the cutest thing he had seen in a fat while. She had a blush on her cheeks that must be matching his and her little grin could knock him into a comma. He had been around cute girls before but they couldn’t compare to the effect she had on him. 

“I didn’t catch your name, chibi-chan~.” At the sound of the nickname he was sure she had passed out. She jumped a little and her face became beet red, her eyes darting around his features avoiding his eyes at all costs. Maybe that was a little too forward for her, he thought as he watched her struggle to formulate words. 

“I-I’m s-so sorry, t-that was so rude. I-I don’t k-know what c-came over me.” She rambled for a few seconds before taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders. Extending her arm for a hand shake she finally locked gazes with him, a certain glint in both of their eyes. “L/N Y/N.” 

Broadening his smile, he took her hand in his giving it a firm shake. The small spark of electricity coursing through him made his smile practically shine and he secretly hoped he wasn’t the only one who felt it. 

He found her by accident. A pleasant encounter if you asked him. She was sitting at a bench in the far end of the school yard, a secluded area that had an amazing view now that he thinks of it. Her lunch was sitting untouched next to her while she was holding a camera to her face, the continuous click of the lens going off being the only sound apart from the chirping birds. 

“I half expected to never see you again, chibi-chan.” He called out waking her from her trance. She was like a deer in headlights at that moment; eyes wide and cheeks dusted with a blush as her mouth was slightly ajar in a small o. He smiled at her again moving to stand next to her. “Would you mind if I joined you?” 

“Don’t you want to be with your friends?” She deadpanned, all sings of shyness evaporating for a few moments as her eyes bore into his. She was careful at that moment, calculating his words as she waited for an answer. She had been made fun of one too many times so of course she would be careful. Pretty boys like him liked to toy with the ‘shy ones’ and as much as she liked him she didn’t know him in the end. 

“They will survive without me for once, you seem to be in need of a friend more than them chibi-chan.” He said with a smirk, letting his bag fall. “So? Do you mind?” 

“I-I’m not exactly the most um… “

“Talkative?” 

“I was gonna say friendly but that works too.”

“We don’t have to talk, I’ll just keep you company.” He smiled at her again settling on the bench, a fair distance from her. She realized that he was giving her space, he didn’t want to crowd her. Warmth spread through her chest at the realization, heat blooming on her cheeks again as she went back to her camera. They sat in comfortable silence; Kuroo eating his lunch while going through his chemistry textbook while Y/N fiddled with her camera taking bites of her own food every now and then. Kuroo was tempted to nudge her to eat more but he didn’t want to overstep. She reminded him of himself when he was younger; the shyness and that constant anxiety was almost identical to his. Knowing that, he wasn’t going to push her; he wanted to befriend her at her own pace and he wasn’t going to follow his attraction to her. First friendship and then maybe in the future a relationship would bloom. I’m perfectly fine being her friend. The serenity was ruined by his phone vibrating. At first he expected it to stop after a few messages but nope it kept on going until his restraint broke. 

“I-Is everything alright, Kuroo-san?” She peered at him. 

“Um y-yeah just my teammates being annoying.” He chuckled a little bit before turning back to look at her. “Why isn’t Yaku with you? He told me you two are very close.” 

“Oh um we d-don’t usually eat together, i-it’s mostly like once a week.” She took another bite of hee onigiri before continuing. “We usually buy each other food. He wanted to meet up today-”

“Did I ruin your lunch? Crap I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to screw it up for you two, I-”

“No no its fine I texted him that I was with you-” 

“I’m so sorry L/N-san-”

“Why are you two panicking?” Both of them turned around to find Yaku standing with a tray in hand, walking over to them and wiggling his small ass in between them. “You better not be making her uncomfortable Kuroo.” 

“N-no he didn’t! It was perfect!” She held her arms up trying to calm her best friend down before he did a John Cena on the handsome captain. 

“Oh so you like me being here, chibi chan?” Yaku malfunctioned at that looking at you,then Kuroo in pure disbelief. Did he- did he just call HIS best friend by a nickname?

“No! I-I mean yes but n-not…”

This was going to be a long day.

#Kuroo Tetsurō #kuroo tetsuro x reader #Kuroo Tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo smau #kuroo smau x reader #smau #haikyuu #Haikyu!! #haikyu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu smau #yaku x reader #yaku morisuke

[poundstonaira]

Fuegoleon x Reader - The Future and Beyond

i wrote this back in 2019 so expect this to be cringe. dont say i didnt warn you.

S/N- Squad Name L/N- Last Name F/N- First Name E/C- Eye Color word count: 1700+

*Y/N’s P.O.V*

This is the third time today. This is the third time I’m at the toilet, throwing up all my food. 

Why?

Was it food poisoning? Did I drink alcohol? What it alcohol poisoning? I couldn’t because I don’t drink alcohol at all, as the head of House (L/N) and the Wife of Fuegoleon Vermillion, I can’t let myself loose. I’ve never tasted it. Ever.

After I finish throwing up, the taste of acid and the feeling of lumpy food lingers in my mouth. I brush my teeth for the fourth time today. When I finish, I feel like the bathroom is spinning.

Yeah… something is wrong with me, I’ll have to ask Mimosa or someone with healing magic  when I have time.

-Timeskip

Luckily, I was able to spot Mimosa here in the hallways of the base, I wonder what she's doing here today.

“Hello, Mimosa. How are you today?” I give her my usual nonchalant, calm face.

She flashes me her usual innocent smile. “I’m fine, and you?”

Okay, this is the time to tell her how your feeling...this might be your only chance.

“So, Mimosa, I haven’t been feeling well recently, “ I start, as she looks at me with curiosity as I’m starting to feel dizzy again, “I keep on throwing up...I feel very dizzy, I’m always getting sleepy, my breasts are feeling more tender and bigg-”

“Your breasts were getting bigger? Weren’t they always big?” 

THIS AIRHEADED LITTLE DOOFUS! YOU CAN’T SAY STUFF LIKE THAT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE HALLWAYS! AND HAS SHE SEEN HERSELF? SHE HAS MELLONS ON HER CHEST.

UGH. 

From her comment about my chest, I feel a tick-mark summoning from my temple, hoping that I can control myself from these mood swings I’ve been getting, I try not to raise my voice so that I don’t get a headache.

“Shh! You know the Crimson Lions are filled with the majority of men! You don’t know if there are perverted men here, Mimosa!” I quickly whisper to her so that no one heard that.

“Ohh! Sorry, I was just pointing that out.” 

Yeah. In the middle of the hallways. That definitely makes sense.

“Anyways, may you please come to my room? I need you to see what’s wrong with me private.” I sigh.

“Sure. I’m always here to help!” She flashes me her normal smile before walking we both walk into my shared bedroom.

Timeskip

We are currently at my desk in my bedroom so that Mimosa can see what the issue is. All I hope is that Fuegoleon comes in here and see her checking on my breast to which she is now squeezing. I’m not even sure what is more painful right now, this headache which is now killing me or Mimosa’s hands squeezing the living shit out of my breasts.

Why can’t she just a spell? Is this what her family taught her? This is brutal as shit! I feel like my breasts are getting ripped apart!

Mimosa uses one of her support spells to see if I have any sickness. I keep looking up at her facial expression to see if there is anything wrong or strange. After a few minutes, I see her facial expression change from focussed to shocked.

“Mrs. Y/N, have you had...sex recently?” She whispered as she looked to the door to see if anyone is coming in and then at me again.

Did I have sex recently? Last time I had sex with Fuego was...maybe four weeks ago? Don’t remember to be honest. 

Wait.

Ohhh SHIITITITTITI!

“Umm...about three weeks ago. Why?” I tilt my head nervously.

She closes her grimoire as she stands up and sighs happily.

“Congratulations.” She replied with a graceful smile on her face.

“You’re going to become a mother.” 

-Another timeskip!

“You’re going to become a mother.” “You’re going to become a mother.” “You’re going to become a mother.”

That same sentence that Mimosa said before finally walking off to do her errands really...shock me but at the same time I’m...terrified. I don’t know anything about being a parent, especially since being royalty, everything matters and once the families find out, they are going to be looking at me. Yes. Me. The oldest sibling of house (L/N) and the Captain of (S/N). So here I am, at 8:30 at night, sitting on the edge of my shared bed, literally shaking, holding my head so I can prevent myself from losing my mind even more, and most importantly, trying to figure out how the hell am I going to tell Fuegoleon.

I wonder what I’m going to do. I’m paranoid because how I am I going to run my squad? I know I have siblings who are very responsible and that take my place but, how would that affect everyone? Is everyone going to be ashamed of me? Am I going to punished by mother and father? Will...Fuegoleon be mad at me? Will he divorce me? Will everyone lose my trust? Will everyone...abandon me?

All of this is really stressful. I’ve never taken care of a child before. I don’t know what I’m going to do, and I’m not sure if my servants can help me. 

But didn’t Fuegoleon want a child? Didn’t he say that it would be good to start a family for the future and beyond? This is too much for me...

To get all of this out of my mind, I decided to take a nap, hoping that I can wake up from this nightmare of anxiety.

Another timeskip!

“Y/N…” I hear a familiar voice call out to me.

Is that Fuegy?

“Hmm?”

“Wake up, it’s Fuegoleon.”

No. Not now. Please. He is the last person I want to see, God please don’t do this to me.

“Who?” I managed to groan.

“It’s Fuegoleon, my love. Remember me? I’m your husband.” He chuckles as he runs his fingers through my silky, smooth, (H/C) hair.

Kill me.

“Ohh…” I yawn, sitting myself up.

“Are you okay? You didn’t show up at (S/N) headquarters, did something happen?” He asks me as crawls into bed, and reading his book. At that, I sigh.

This is going to be hard. I’m not really good at explaining things because I really don’t talk a lot; Especially in a new situation like this, I haven’t really explained any of my issues to anyone because of how quiet I am and, usually the problems I have are minor.  But, I’m pregnant this time, and I have to remember, this is my husband, this is the love of my life, my best friend. I can tell him anything...right?

“So...Fuego?” I heaved a sigh.

“Yes, my love?” He focuses on his book, flipping the page.

“Do you remember when I said that I haven’t been feeling well for the past couple of weeks?” I managed to breathe out.

“Mmhmmm.” He hums, still focusing on his book.

“Well...”I breath out nervously.

I have never been so nervously in my life. Why am I so scared to tell him that I’m pregnant? Shouldn’t I be an optimist about this?

“I…” I start again, it seems like he sees the fear in my eyes and the trouble in my voice.

“What’s wrong, my love? Did something happen?” I hear the concern in his voice he stops from reading his book and turns to put his hand on my shoulder.

“I...met up with Mimosa today to see what’s wrong with me...she t-told me...I’m...pregnant…” I manage to breathe out on the last word.

I did it. I did it. I did it. Holy shit I’m scared. Please don’t be mad at me Fuegy!!!! 

He silently stares at me for a moment in shock. His beautiful plum eyes staring into my soft E/C eyes.

“Thank goodness!” He pulls me into a loving hug, literally giving me no space to breathe because of the space between my face and his muscular chest.

“Wait..you’re not angry!?” I manage to ask in his chest.

“Why would I be? It was me who said that we should have children and...I kind of took advantage of you that night by accident, I honestly didn’t regret at all actually, “He chuckles as bit, “I was hoping for the twenty-three years that I’ve known you, I could have children with you, spend my life with you, come to you when something is wrong, make love with you, and have a family with you. I love you that much, Y/N.” He sniffles as he puts his head on my head.

Honestly…I’m at a loss for words.

From the way he has been acting, I thought he was going to be mad at me, he has been acting so hostile. Ever since we got married, he would come back from his mission, he’d look so exhausted, and he wouldn’t speak to me, I would ask him how his day was, it would be the usual: “Fine, just tired.” But now, since he divulged his feelings since he found out I’m pregnant, I have found out that he really cared for the whole time, he just didn’t know how to say it.

I nudge him, getting him to release me from his tightass hug. I jump on to him as I look at his vibrant, plum eyes one more time before smashing my lips onto his, his callous hands move down my back as mine just stay at both sides of his head as we still give in to the passionate kiss, our tongues still fighting for dominance.

Maybe sometimes I shouldn’t keep things to myself, maybe I should be more confident about the future and beyond.

We pull apart with a string of saliva as we pant for our breaths back.

“I love you, Y/N.” Fuegoleon says he pulls me in for another hug.

“I love you too, Fuegoleon, and from now on, I’m going to be more confident for the future and beyond.

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[mmilkbreadd]

Chapter eighteen: “Stand Tall”

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As you left the gym, the four of you sat Tendou on the bench that you had been with Bokuto the other day. Satori was frowning, refusing to speak despite Ushijima, Emiko, and you all surrounding him, trying to make him apologize to Bokuto. 

Wakatoshi quietly ate his lunch while watching his friend throw a tantrum. Even though he wasn't in favor of violence, he didn't agree with the fact that you and Bokuto were going on a date. To tell the truth, Ushijima didn't understand much about the concept of love, he knew that it was about two people being very fond of each other, who liked spending time together; but the kisses? Hugs? What did they mean?

On the other hand, Tendou knew what all those things were about, and that was precisely why he wanted to prevent Bokuto from even touching your arm. He was afraid that once you fell in love with the captain of Fukurodani, you would abandon your friends… You would abandon him. Of course, Satori didn't want that, he didn't want anyone to take you away from his side; despite loving you so much (as can be seen), he didn't do it romantically. You were a great friend to him. He felt so identified with you: not trusting people, or that everyone in some way or another tries to avoid you. Tendou had lived all that during his childhood, and even now as well. 

“Satori, you must stop acting like a baby,” you said after finishing your lunch. “You can't stop me from dating Bokuto. I owe it to him for everything he has done for me… I also want to do it.”

That infuriated Tendou much more. You really want to go out with him, did that mean that you wanted to part with them? Maybe you were already bored with the same jokes he made all the time, or how Ushijima didn't know how to express himself well, or maybe how Emiko was smiling twenty-four hours a day. 

“If you hate us so much, why are you with us right now?” Tendou said getting up from the bench. “Go with your boyfriend, that owl.”

Hearing his words, you didn't understand what he meant. Was Satori jealous of Bokuto? Maybe. Great emotions took over your mind and body. You did not know how to react. 

“Tendou, I don't hate you. Why would you say something like that?” What your friend said had hurt. Wanting to date someone didn't mean you were going to abandon the only people who had noticed your loneliness. They were your saviors. “You were the ones who insisted that I open up, that I share my thoughts. I don't understand you Satori, I never will, but I thought you would at least support me in something that I really want to do. Thanks to you, I have discovered that I enjoy playing volleyball, maybe not as much as before though. I wouldn't have said yes if you hadn't been there for me when no one was. I couldn't have played a game without the best spiker on the team! Without you, Satori, I would have plunged even further into a place full of loneliness that I would never emerge from.”

Your three friends watched you while your eyes filled with tears. Repressed feelings and emotions for years had finally come to light. Nobody knew what to say. Silence dominated the group until sobs interrupted it. You raised your eyes to see where those sounds were coming from. 

“I'm so sorry, y/n!” Tendou said through tears. “It was not my intention to make you feel bad. I'm just afraid that you will find even more happiness with that Bokuto kid and abandon us. It's very stupid of me, I know.”

“Group hug?” you asked. 

You still had no words to express yourself, that's why you thought that action was worth a thousand words.

“Group hug!” Emiko yelled in response and the four of you gathered in a circle and began to hug.

What had started your friendship, had sealed what would last for many more years.

You were the Friends From Shiratorizawa, and you would never cease to be.

[...]

The hour of the final had arrived. Your nerves flooded your body, a small tremor in your knee made them present every few minutes. At last, the stands were packed with spectators, including Tendou and Ushijima. There were also Bokuto and Akaashi sitting in front of them, their game would start when yours finished, so everyone could watch the game without missing out on others. 

Omoyama High School was already warming up on the other side of the court, looking at Shiratorizawa with an angry face. They wanted to scare you, but their faces caused more laughter than fear. The only worrying thing about the rival team was their ace. Now that yours was injured, who would stand up to Omoyama's best player? Also, most of their players were over 5.7 feet tall. That was a little scary. 

“Look at the little girls, they won’t even reach our ankles when they jump,” said the setter when she positioned herself next to the net, right next to you. She really was tall, maybe a head taller than you. “We will try not to step on you, ants.”

“Oh come on, Akito, they don't even have a flag. Don't humiliate them more than they are already” said one of her teammates, who was even taller than the setter. 

You tried to ignore them as much as possible, but you also couldn't help thinking that they were partly right. Shiratorizawa women's team did not have a flag or phrase to represent them. You didn't even have as many followers as the men's, no one had come to support you at the Nationals. But of course, if the male team made it to the tournament, everyone from the school would come! It was unfair. Too unfair.

You decided to stay away from the girls who were talking crap about your team just as the whistle sounded indicating that the teams should get together.

“Stand Tall,” you said when all your teammates were together. Emiko and all the others looked at you strangely. “That is our phrase. No matter who wants to bring us down, we will always end up on top. You heard what the girls from Omoyama were saying, we don't have a flag or anything to represent us. ‘Whatever happens, we're going to stand tall’. It doesn't get better than that.”

All of your teammates looked at each other, surprised by your attitude. But then they started to smile, by what you had proposed. 

The match was going to start, and only the best team was going to be victorious. 

Maybe the result would not be what you expected, but you knew that in the end, it did not matter too much. Bokuto, Tendou, Ushijima, and Akaashi were watching you from the audience. And Emiko, from the bench.

The people that most mattered to you, your friends, had a lot of faith in you. They would be happy even if you lose the game. 

‘Whatever happens, even if we're the last standing, we're going to stand tall.’

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Good Girl

Pairing: Chris Evans x black!reader

Summary: The reader acts up at a party and a Chris decides to do something about.

Warnings: Smut of course 😏

A/N: Apparently I have a thing about writing Chris in secret relationships. This fic was inspired by the photo below 👇🏿

Oh shit, you were fucked! He stood there angry in his all white linen suit with his drink in his hand.

You should’ve known better not to piss him off like that, but when the party started you were in a petty mood. Chris and you had some little argument that you couldn’t even remembered what it was about before your party and being your petty little self, you decided to make him jealous.

There was a bunch of celebrities at your pool party and you spent most of your time twerking on Drake. To everyone else that was normal, but to Chris you were crossing a line. No one knew that you two were a couple, because as a renowned club owner you didn’t want to get involve with any celebrity and it’s also fun to sneak around at events.

“Y/N/N, where’s somewhere quiet I can go? My agent won’t stop calling me?” His fake niceness had you scared. There was no way you were gonna fall for that.

“Anywhere upstairs is fine. But fair warning, if you end up in my room, don’t judge me.” You turned back to continue your conversation with your friends, but Chris wasn’t easily deterred.

“How about you be my guide and that won’t happen?” His smile was inviting, but you had to be strong.

As you were trying to say no, Megan was standing behind him, mimicking the cowgirl position, mouthing to you to “Tap that.”

To get Megan to stop and knowing you’d be in even more trouble if you told Chris no, you escorted him upstairs.

Chris had to restrain himself walking up the stairs behind you. All his attention was on the curve of your ass and how it was eating up your bikini bottoms.

“Walking slow won’t stop your punishment. In fact, the longer you make me wait, the harsher it’ll be.” Chris informed you, catching onto your reason for going up the stairs so slow.

Wanting to get it over with, you ran up the rest of the way up to your room. Once you were inside, Chris didn’t say a word. He just stared at you while rolling up his sleeves.

“You can’t spank me this time. The marks would show and I’m not covering up. This bikini is too cute.” You tried to establish some semblance of dominance.

Still Chris didn’t say a word. He just quirked an eyebrow that said, “Oh really?” Chris gently pushed you to your knees, pulling out his hardened length.

You already knew the punishment and assumed the position, hands on your thighs and mouth open. Chris pushed his stiffened dick in your mouth and begun to throat fuck you.

Thanks to all your training, you were able to fit him all the way in your mouth, but he was still brutal with his thrusts and you loved it. “Since you wanna act like a slut, I’m gonna treat you like one.” Chris grunted above you.

His strokes reminded you of how he treats your pussy, rough and methodical. You had to dig your nails into your thighs to stop them from dipping inside your bikini bottoms; you didn’t need to get into anymore trouble with Chris.

Chris’ eyes dipped down to you and he darkly chuckled at your struggle. He pulled out of your mouth with an audible pop and leaned towards your face, gripping the sides tightly. “Awww, look at the little slut. Me fucking your throat made your tight little pussy wet, huh? You want me to fuck that pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered.

He spit in your mouth and shoved his thumb inside for you to suck. “Well, who am I to deny my baby girl? Get on the bed.”

Quickly, you jumped to your feet and laid on the bed. Not too long after, Chris stripped down and joined you on the bed. You didn’t get to admire the work of an art he calls a body, because he flipped you over on your stomach. With his teeth he untied your bikini and pulled it off.

Once you were completely naked, he ordered you to arch your back. Chris wasted no time and slammed into you, almost causing you to cum right at that moment.

Gripping the back of your neck, Chris grunted in your ear, “Don’t you dare fucking cum until I say you can.”

A muffled ‘yes sir’ escaped your lips and Chris resumed his pace. By the way he was fucking you, you could tell this was all about his pleasure, but you were still enjoying it. Subconsciously, Chris always assured you were pleased when you were in trouble with him, that’s why you were always being a brat.

“Can I- cann can I- can I please cum?” You begged through Chris’s masterful strokes.

“Hell no! Only good girls who know who they belong to can cum. Did you really think I let you cum after you shaking your ass on another man in front of me? Oh sweetheart, that’s adorable,” Chris taunted.

Aware that he was running low on time before your party guests would be curious about where you and Chris was at, he began chasing his release. The sound of you begging him over and over again pushed him over the edge, making him paint your walls with his nut.

All he wanted to do is bask in his post-nut afterglow and cuddle with you, but y’all had a party to get and your punishment still wasn’t over. So, regretfully he got up and went to get a towel to clean you up.

After he made sure you were good, he got dressed again and came to sloppily kiss you, taking your breath away. “Get dressed and be downstairs in five minutes. If you’re not, you’ll get a repeat of what just happened all night long.” He threatened with a squeeze of your neck before walking back downstairs.

Hurriedly, you put your bikini back on, which was torture because it rubbed against your sensitive clit. You spent your last minute looking for one more piece of clothing before heading back outside. Luckily, you found it in the nick of time, because you knew Chris would be timing you and if you were even a second late, he would make good on his promise.

Chris’ eyes lit up when he saw you. He had to fight the smirk on his face when he noticed you in a swimsuit sarong. Even without him saying anything, he knew he had an influence on you.

Desperately, you wanted to curl up next to him and hang on his arm, but you couldn’t. So, you settled for the next best thing: randomly popping up in conversations he had. Chris was social so, he talked to various groups of people and you being the hostess gave you the perfect opportunity to suddenly appear in those groups.

It was becoming so frequent that Meg began to notice, but she kept her mouth quiet until you started to pretend to be sick. “Bitch, ain’t nothing wrong with you. You just trying to get rid of everyone so you can have Chris all to yourself.”

“How’d you know?” You whispered.

Meg scrunched up her face and laughed at you, pulling you away from the rest of your guests. “Girl, you’ve been near him since he’d broke your back upstairs. Who knew Captain America was so nasty?”

Your jaw dropped at her revelation. “Your secret is safe with me. I’m just mad you ain’t tell me sooner. How long y’all two been together?”

“A couple of months.”

“Well, I guess I understand why y’all keeping it a secret. Don’t want the media all in your business.”

“Exactly! And the sneaking around makes the sex so much better.” Both you and Megan laughed so loud at your joke that y’all made people look at y’all to see what was so funny.

“Since, you figured us out can you do me a huge favor?” You asked with puppy dog eyes and a pout.

Your friend laughed at you because she already knew what the favor was. “Start telling people you don’t feel well and get them the hell up out your house?” Enthusiastically you shook your head yes. “Girl, I got you. Go lay on a lounge chair and I’ll start clearing out.”

Thankful that you had a great friend in Megan, you laid on the chair, appearing sick.

“Alright y’all, now y’all don’t have to go home but you got to get the hell up out of here! My bestie don’t feel good and y’all gots to go!” You had to hold back your smile after listening to Meg’s announcement.

Everyone understood and started to file out. Some would stop by to tell you to feel better and walk off, but one person decided to sit in the chair next to you, blocking the sun. “You’re something else. You know that right?”

Cracking one eye open you peeked at your boyfriend and smiled at him. “How else am I gonna get you alone? And I really do feel sick.”

Chris laid his hand against your forehead. “Huh, you don’t have a fever. What kind of sickness is this?”

“It’s perpetual horiness and can only be cured by penetration from the patient’s boyfriend.”

The way the two of you were seated had other’s view of what you were doing blocked. Grabbing his hand, you slipped it in your bottoms for him to feel how horny he left you. “See daddy, you got me all wet. You just gonna let your baby girl suffer like this?”

He couldn’t resist you or himself anymore. Chris had to see you cum, and it was going to be because of him. “No, I won’t. Lay back and let daddy take care of you.” Chris ordered, just before he started fingering you.

His fingers were hitting the right spot, making you quiver so hard you leaned into Chris, gripped his forearm and cover your mouth with it to quiet your moans.

Both of you were too caught up in chasing your pleasure that you didn’t notice Sebastian and Anthony approach you.

“Oh wow, you don’t look or sound too hot Y/N,” Anthony commented, mistaking your moan of pleasure for one of pain.

Instead of letting you talk, Chris responded. “Yeah that’s why I’m gotta stay back and make her some of my mom’s famous tomato soup.”

Sebastian winced at the mention of Chris taking care of you. “I don’t know if that’s a good thing or bad thing. One time I got sick on set and Chris went total mother hen on me. So, don’t be surprised when your ready to kick him out.”

Just to ensure you didn’t let a moan slip out, you offered them a small smile. The boys talked a little bit more with Chris before finally leaving.

Once they were out of earshot you punched Chris in his shoulder. “Did you really have to keep fingering me while you talked to them?”

“C’mon don’t pretend like you didn’t like it,” Chris smirked at you. “I bet that turned you on even more.”

You hid your face in the crook of his arm because you didn’t want him to know that he was right. Something about him fucking you while talking to his friends turned you on.

When you didn’t respond to him, Chris moved his fingers faster and started circling your clit. Your orgasm hit you like a freight train and this time you actually bit into his arm to stop you from screaming out in ecstasy.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful when you cum. Daddy’s gonna take care if you all night, ok?” Chris pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Alright, the house is cleared out and I’m about to head out. Have fun, you nasties,” Megan announced.

You and Chris both thanked Megan and told her goodbye. As soon as you heard the door closed Chris picked you up and ran up the stairs.

He threw you on the bed and began to strip. “You’re gonna be a good girl from now on? Cause daddy doesn’t like punishing you.”

Licking your lips, you crawled off the bed and help Chris take off his pants. “Yes, daddy. I’ll be good.”

Chris cupped your cheek and kissed you deeply. “Good. Now get naked and get that pretty ass in the bed, so daddy can take care of you properly.”

This time you eagerly followed Chris’ instructions, knowing being a good girl would get you exactly what you wanted.

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“illusion”

Chapter 14

aaaaaa what?! ANOTHER Illusion chapter within 3 months? It's more likely than you think! WARNING: violence!!! MC gets the shit beat out of her!!! Haha! Trauma!

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WARNING: While this chapter is not spicy, this IS a work with spicy scenes. An sfw version has been in the works and will be posted soon.

This can't be real... it can't be...

My heart runs circles around my chest, violently beating as if it's trying to escape. And I don't blame it; Wren, Giles, and I are suddenly face to face with one of the notorious Shining Generals of the Diamond Kingdom. His unexpected presence throws a wrench into our plan, and now I'm not sure that we'll be able to escape this place with the civilians- at least not alive. Already, Giles is on his knees, struggling to stay conscious in the aftermath of the "Slime mold" attack. And now, we're next.

"This is your last warning-" A gross, green material starts to emanate from the general's grimoire. "Leave now, and I won't follow."

I exchange one last frightened glance with Wren. His confidence is completely gone, but the spark in his eye tells me that he isn't done yet. 

We can't win... can we?

Wren's eyes narrow.

Am I going to give up? Just like that?

No...

Slowly, I give him a nod before looking back at the general.

He hasn't seen my magic yet. I can still surprise him. 

"...we'll fight. Like magic knights are meant to!"

With that yell, Wren suddenly jumps ahead of me towards the attacker. "Feather Magic: Starling Swarm!" A huge flock of inky black feathers come out of nowhere, swirling around in the air around Wren before coursing towards his enemy like a vicious river. 

"Fools... Slime Magic: Amebic Plague." The mold queuing up in his hands bursts forth in three long tentacles, striking the swarm of feathers. Violent fluttering and squelching fills the air as the two magics struggle for dominance, until the mold overcomes and dissolves away Wren's entire fleet. "See, this is useless!" the man cackles softly, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Now... you're next!"

The mold changes directions, this time streaming towards Wren.

However, it's too late.

In the moments that Wren was distracting him, I looked at the general's face. At his body. At his eyes.

His hands... they're soft. He hasn't done much physical training for this position; he doesn't need to. But even outside of work, he hasn't done much that was taxing. He doesn't play... not outside, at least.

His body... he's heavy. But it's not new weight. He carries it well, but his face is thin. He wasn't always this weight, but he's comfortable in it now. He gained it years ago- maybe 3 or 4 years ago. Why?

His eyes...

The flash I once thought was cruel is now something else... it's playful. And for a brief moment, when his gaze met mine, I saw something I didn't expect.

Sadness. Regret.

Please forgive me. You look like her.

Before the mold can reach Wren, I raise my grimoire, a spell forming in the palm of my hand.

You have a daughter... 3 or 4 years old. She prefers to play inside. She's sheltered. You gained weight when your wife did. Empathy weight, I think it's called...

And she looks a little like me. You love her more than anything in this world.

Illusion Magic: Memory Mirage.

Wren grits his teeth and braces for impact. I fire off my spell, a single word beaming itself right into the General's mind.

"DADDY!"

A girl's voice, high pitched and scared, screams through his mind. In that instant, I see all color drain from his face, turning him into a statue for just a couple crucial moments.

Bingo.

"FEATHER MAGIC: HARPY'S FURY!"

The general snaps out of it, but a moment too late. He and his men are bombarded with a thousand knife-sharp feathers, slicing through their flesh and clothes. With a scream, he stumbles and falls backwards. Taking a deep breath, I whirl around to see Giles already on his feet, sprinting towards the back wall.

"Horn Magic: Ibex Impact."

Two spiraling horns burst out of his head and drill right through the wall. The bricks crumble, letting sunlight stream in, and a large enough hole for people to run through is created. "Go! Everyone, run towards the outer wall!" I yell, grabbing Wren's hand to help him run as well. With a blur of movement, the civilians jump to their feet, desperate to escape, and thunder off in a big crowd. Wren sends back a few more feathers to keep the fallen enemies down just a little longer, before turning and following me out.

Giles stays at the front of the group to lead them while Wren and I bring up the rear. My heart is still pounding from that encounter, but I'm starting to relax. "That was close... we have to get out of here, then go tell the others that there's another General here!"

"Agreed!" Wren is already out of breath. "I can't believed Julius missed this guy..."

I nod, my mind suddenly filling with thoughts of Julius. Were he and the captain alright? Did they win their fight? I can still hear noises around the city, but I don't know where the sources are. I gulp nervously, parting my lips to keep breathing as I run. It doesn't matter... I'll see him again soon. For now, we have to get out of here, then I can brag to Julius about also beating a general-

"AHHH!" 

Wren suddenly stumbles forward before falling flat on his face. I freeze in place as I spot the same growing spot of green mold that Giles had earlier. "Wren!" I quickly kneel down and start helping him to his feet. "You're hurt... keep going-"

"Eh- no!" Wren grits his teeth through the pain, looking behind us as the rest of the crowd continues to run away. Sure enough, none other than the bloodied, battered General is behind us, staggering forward with pure anger in his eyes. My stomach turns, and all at once I realize just how much danger we're in. "I'll stay... I'll fight him-"

"Wren, you're in no state to fight!" I tell him frantically. We're running out of time, and fast, with each step the general takes towards us. "Go, help the others escape, I can hold him off."

"NO..." Wren shakes his head again, one hand coming up to grab my wrist, trying to pry my hands off him. "I- I need to..." His gaze raises to mine, strained with agony yet so... at peace.

"I need... to pay for my sin."

For a brief moment, the street disappears. The crowd disappears. The general disappears. We're alone, just Wren and I, as I stare into his eyes, confused and scared.

... sins?

Wren... what sins have you committed?

I wrench my hand from his fingers.

Whatever they are... they aren't enough to condemn you.

"I don't care what sins you've committed; I'm your comrade, I'm not letting you die!"

I raise my voice, and Wren's eyes widen. I flash him a grin, a confident look that he hasn't seen on my face in months.

"Go... I'll fight this guy, and win, I promise!"

Finally, Wren nods. With difficulty, he steps away, his eyes remaining on mine until he has to turn and limp (very quickly) off down the street. With a sigh, I look back at my enemy. 

I... I can't win.

I clench my fists, ice in my veins.

This fight could be my last... all I can do is stay alive until help arrives.

The general is alone, but badly injured from Wren's attack. However, I can see patches of his mold covering various spots on his body, undoubtedly stopping the bleeding from getting too bad. That's why he's alone... he's the only one in enough shape to walk out here. I grit my teeth, pulling out my grimoire once again. In that case, maybe beating him won't be so hard.

I see his mold tentacles rise up above him once again, and my time comes. I flip my hand, the spell in my book starting to glow.

Illusion Magic: Kaleidoscope.

The only thing I can make several illusions of at a time is myself, because my body is the one thing I know better than anything. The general stops in his tracks as his eyesight blurs, and once it clears, there are ten copies of myself standing ahead of him, all identical in every way. "I see..." he breathes, his mouth twitching into a grin despite the rage still burning in his gaze. "You make illusions, don't you? But..." His eyes narrow, and his grin disappears. "How... how did you know about her?"

I gulp, taking a step back. My eyes flicker up to the tentacles above him before going back to his face. "L-Lucky guess?"

He doesn't speak again, just raises his hand to point at my copies. The tentacles strike, like three perfectly coordinated snakes, and immediately rip through three of my copies, one of which is right next to my real body. Shit! My eyes widen. I almost flinch without thinking, but an unconscious impulse keeps me from doing it for just a moment. If I just flinch instinctively, the other copies will do the same, and he'll be able to see which one is me from the direction- So- Randomly-

The seven remaining copies, including myself, flinch in random directions, one right, two left, then another two right, and then two left. Without another moment to spare, I take off running, zig zagging down a side street, being careful not to accidentally clip into one of my illusions. It's a difficult task, since I can't actually see any of them, but I know where they are. With a grunt, we turn around to face our pursuer, and I raise my hands again. Seven voices ring out at once, all casting the same spell.

"Illusion Magic: Sudden Death!"

Seven balls of energy jump from our hands, converging in the middle before shooting into the general's chest. His mouth opens in surprise, his mind forcing himself to perceive the impact. That's it! I think as he stumbles back, his eyes widening. Now... look down... look down...

His gaze drifts down, to the ground, then up his legs, and then, to the gaping wound in his stomach. It's a standard one, a slice that leaves your entrails exposed, burnt to a crisp, but still oozing blood and juice. I watch as the blood drains from his face, his chest heaving as he draws in breath after ragged breath. His hand clutches at the imaginary mound, clutching at nothing, but I know that he's watching his life wane away. Finally, he looks back at where I stand, now just a single person. Any pity or sadness that he once looked at me with is gone. All there is is anger.

"Y-You..."

Finally, his knees give out from the shock, and he crumbles into a heap on the ground.

I exhale at last, my heart still pounding. I stand there for a whole minute, watching him twitch pathetically where he collapsed. That's it... I did it. Of course, I know I would be dead meat if Wren didn't weaken him first, but what's done is done. Wren... Giles... I wonder if they got out alright. Remembering the mission, I finally move, walking towards the still man who is now the least of my worries. I'm sure they made it... and then the captain, Alice, Cecelia... and Julius-

My mind is far away as I walk past the body. I don't notice the stray strand of mold until it wraps itself around my ankle, as tight and severe as fishing line.

SHIT-

I'm flung into the air, mold immediately shooting over my skin and up my body. I don't even have time to scream; the world revolves around me, upside down, and then I hit the brick wall as hard as humanly possible. With a spluttering gasp, gravity takes hold again and I thud to the ground. My entire body is being stabbed and eaten away by mold, tingling and stinging like a thousand jellyfish. Something lands on my shoulder and kicks me onto my back, and I finally open my eyes to see the shining general smirking down at me. "H-H-"

"How?" He lets out a snort. "Please... once I know the trick, none of your magic works on me. A lesser man would have fallen for it, but not me..." He laughs again, mirthlessly, and presses his foot down harder. More mold appears under his shoe, and I can't even scream.

AH.... AHHH... Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and my vision goes white. Stop it... please... someone...

"Your magic relies on dirty lies... you look at people and use the things they love and the things they fear against them."

His foot keeps pressing down, crushing me like a bug.

"You... you didn't wound my body. But my pride has been irreparably damaged." His eyes darken. "You will pay dearly."

Everything blurs for a moment, and hands grab me. No, not hands- the mold tentacles, burning into my skin, grab me and slam me against the wall again. I hear other voices, angry voices. Angry eyes stare up at me, the same rage burning within them as the general's.

"Is this the one who took you down?"

"She did not take me down... but she hurt my pride." 

I crack open an eye to see that the general is no longer alone- his five men are here now, too, varying degrees of annoyance and anger on their faces. But the general is finally smiling again, that playful, dangerous smile that I saw before.

My hands shake. My fingers uselessly pry at the mold around my neck. I can't breathe.

"Go ahead... make her life a living hell."

There are grins on all their faces again.

I- I can't move-

Hands reach towards me.

M-Move... please...

I open my mouth to scream, but choke on my own blood.

Someone grabs my neck. They hit me over and over again.

Stop... stop...

Julius reaches towards my neck with his healing hands. 

Stop... Get...

My grimoire begins to glow where it fell to the ground.

Get away-

I cough once, and something warm dribbles down my chin. I can breathe- I can breathe-

I open my eyes again. All of the men have the same face.

Lawrence.

DON'T TOUCH ME

...

...

...

Illusion Magic: Fear Landscape.

The mold retracts, and I slide to the ground and immediately slump over forwards. My body is broken, and there's blood all over me. The mold ate away at everything it could, and even now it lingers inside me. I take a few shallow breaths. My ears are ringing, both with the impact of the blows and... screaming? yes... someone's screaming and crying- no- multiple people are. I blink a few times, vaguely aware of bodies writhing around in the street. But I don't feel scared... no.

Everything is so warm. The pain slowly fades into a memory. 

A hand strokes over my hair tenderly.

"It'll be okay... I'll protect you. I promise."

Promise?

 ...

...

...

 Slowly, the pain comes back, dull and intense. I grunt as I slowly lift my head, finally sitting up all the way. One of my arms is wrapped around my middle to stop the bleeding there. "Ugh... what happened?" Was I saved? Did I cast a spell? Or did they just leave me here-

I open my eyes and finally see the scene ahead of me.

The men are still there. But they've all fallen, their bodies contorted and twisted. My breath hitches in my throat as I see their expressions.

Each one of them is filled with fear. Not any particular kind of fear- just fear, in it's purest form.

W-What... what did I do?

My hands shake as I crawl forward, one of my legs dragging behind me. One of the bodies is face up, and I recognize him as the General.

They... they're just passed out. I just shocked them into collapsing, right?

I reach out. The city is so quiet.

Please... don't...

My hand slides under his jaw, pressing down for a moment. Then another. Then another.

The city is silent.

I slowly retract my hand, to rest on his chest. No pulse of life can be found.

No... no...

My hand forms a fist, balling up his shirt.

No... I... I didn't... I couldn't...

I've seen death. I've seen blood. I've seen war. But... never at my own hand.

Something within me snaps, and I fall forward into his chest. I let go of my wound and grab his arm, as a sob racks my entire body.

"No... no... I..."

Tears stain his shirt. 

"I'm sorry.... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

There are footsteps. Voices.

Sorry... sorry... sorry...

"I-I didn't mean to... I'm sorry- I'm sorry, I'm sorry-"

My voice raises in volume as the footsteps come closer. I don't hear them, just the sound of my voice and the silence of the heartbeat.

"Please... forgive me... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to! I- I-"

It wasn't your fault.

There's a heartbeat now. I'm numb, but warmth surrounds me. 

"I-I'm sorry..."

I know, I know.

That warm hand is on my head again, stroking my hair and coaxing me into a deep sleep.

Rest... you were so brave.

"...thank you. I'm...

I'm sorry..."

ooooh ouch! Well, next time, we'll see MC "recover" from her fight, but we find out that life is just as cruel to other people as well.

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Commission made by the incredibly kind @areyntheheartseeker

A first date with The Pirate King.

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"No, I said wine. I will not be serving my peach piss poor rum," he growls at the sailor, throwing the offending bottle in his general direction. 

His man catches it mid-air, thankfully. The last thing The Pirate needs is alcohol staining the planks of his ship's hull. At his dark glare, the man turns on his heel and scurries away. To fetch wine from the storage at the bottom, if he's sensible. 

To jump off-board if he's not, because then The Pirate will make sure to personally throw him over himself.

"How's the sea bass?" he asks the Quartermaster, glaring at a pair of disgraces setting the towel on the table all wrong. 

Quinn, his Quartermaster, turns careful eyes from the horizon, where the sun shines upon a peaceful sea to the buildings looming far too close to the ship. They're docked in a large Greek city, and even if the view is pleasant, there are far too many stones for the Pirate's taste. Still, a strong breeze picks up, filled with the scent of salt and seaweeds and The Pirate takes a moment to inhale deeply. 

The air swirls freely inside his lungs and he closes his eyes as he slowly exhales. Feeling the tension uncurl. 

He's nervous. He doesn't like it, doesn't like the weight on the pit of his stomach, the agitated clench of his fist. He doesn't like to feel like a bare-faced youth that has yet to taste his first kiss, but as good as a liar The Pirate is, he never did lie to himself. 

So he's nervous. Apprehensive. And it's as maddening as it is frustrating. 

Spirits, get yourself together. What kind of man do you think she wants?

"The cook is preparing it as we speak," Quinn's voice pulls him to the present. The Pirate opens his eyes and nods sharply. 

"Perfect," he says. "Let her know I want it ready-"

"By sundown, Captain, yes," Quinn interrupts, and if The Pirate didn't know better, he'd say there's a hint of a smile on the man's lips. He narrows his dark eyes, but before he can say anything, Quinn continues. "All will be ready, don't worry."

Don't worry. As if he couldn't. His peach had said yes, you'd accepted his invitation for dinner and The Pirate needs to make sure it goes as smoothly as a paper boat in a shallow pond. 

Everything is still so new. So novel between you two. Just recently he was able to find what those lovely lips of yours tasted like. Lips that have haunted his dreams for far longer than he'd like to admit. But he still loses himself in the steely grey of your eyes, always so calm, always hiding what thoughts lie beneath. And if your face is akin to gold, it's as equally hard to read. 

His hand curls tightly as his jaw hardens. Stump finger digging into his palm. No. He has to worry. Has to make sure all goes well. Because once a pirate gets his treasure, he's not in the habit of letting it slip away. 

"Just get it done," he gruffs and stalks forward. A group of his men prepares the setting by the steering wheel, where you should be able to watch the night sky. He faintly hopes the eve will be as clear as the day. Your eyes deserve a feast equal to the one he'll get when he sees you. 

The Pirate allows his steps to ease, swagger in place as he stalks the prowl of his ship, king of his castle. The sun shines high, and even if the ugly city is much too near, the ocean still dominates the view. His lips pull to a cocky smirk. He has this. He has wined and dined with a dozen women before, after all. So far he has heard no complaints. 

But she's not like the others, an annoying voice whispers from the back of his head. And you're an idiot if you think she's simply one of many. 

His smirk slowly dies. Spirits. Here are the nerves again. A hand falls to the pommel of one of his axes, and his scowl turns dark while he searches for his next victim. Better angry than shaking pathetically in his boots. 

How do you have the power to render him so? He'd say you got him on his knees if it didn't make him lose all the remaining respect he has for himself. 

"With a scowl like that, you'll woo her alright!" a laugh from his side has The Pirate turning to see Lia approaching. His second has a wide grin on her tanned face and a mocking glint in her eyes that he would tolerate on no one else.

But because it's her, he smirks back. "I am devastatingly handsome," he says, spreading his arms wide. "No matter what face I pull, my friend."

She cackles, a rough sound, as she comes to stand by his side. Sharp eyes examining the procedures. Finally, her lips twitch. "You ain't sparing any expense," she notes. 

The Pirate's smirk tears his face in half. "For my treasure? Never."

She shakes her head, short hair bouncing with the movement. "Just don't go too far and scare the land dweller away," she sighs, crossing her arms. "I actually like that one. Has a good head on her shoulders."

The Pirate turns serious. "I won't," he says, voice barely audible but strong. Final. Black eyes hold hers, and she stares before nodding. 

The Pirate claps her shoulder, throwing her a wink for good measure. "Watch over them for me, Lia," he says, turning to go. 

From behind, a loud scoff. "When do I not?" Lia shouts, and he smirks all the way to the recess of his cabin. 

The inside is blissfully quiet, shaded and cool. The Pirate sighs, and lets his body unwind for the first time in hours. He brings a hand to his forehead, fingers massaging the temples. 

And wonders where you are. If you are feeling as he is. His lips pull to a small, sincere smile. One he means to save just for you. Nerves or not, one thing is for sure: he cannot wait to see you. 

With the thought in place, he lifts his chin with newfound confidence and crosses the room in long strides to his closet. Opening it wide with a dramatic flair, the Pirate puts his hands on his hips as his black eyes slowly inspect the multitude of clothes he owns. 

Now the most important part. The most pressing question. 

What color of shirt does his peach like best?

- - - 

The harbor's cobblestones had been slightly damp, their perpetual state being so near the sea, but the planks to the docks are almost impossible to walk on. You steady yourself for the third time, heart doing somersaults in your chest, as the heel of your new shoes goes flying ahead. 

You manage to keep balance, face impassive to your struggles, even as you regret wearing them. They had been an impulsive buy, something so rare for you to indulge on, but when the merchant presented their delicate built, you found yourself reaching for your coin purse. 

The same happened with the dress you don. Simple but flowing. Hugging your waist and accentuating the long lines of your legs. It's been so long since you've worn one, you feel odd in it. As if your limbs don't quite fit as they should, and your head is too big for your neck. But you walk with your chin held high and your shoulders proud, and the steel in your eyes catches the last light of a setting sun. Making the grey flash. 

The sun burns a bright orange to your right, coating the harbor in its hues, making the clouds seem like tears in the evening sky. A half-moon strives to take the sun's throne, and beyond, stretching for as long as the naked eye can see, the ocean glints with a thousand lights. 

You take it all in, breathing deeply to steady yourself, but even in your rigid self-control, you couldn't keep your eyes away from the massive ship that looms in the furthermost dock. You don't even attempt to. That's where you're headed, after all. 

Your hand curls as you keep walking, a light fluttering beating against the walls of your stomach. His ship. A small smile tugs on your lips.

Your Pirate. 

The thought makes you blush, but you don't have time to indulge in it because you as round a heavy crate, by the end of a long walkway constantly hit by the water below, there he stands. 

Your steps falter for only a heartbeat. 

The Pirate is turned sideways to you, his tall frame outlined against the bulk of his very ship. Long, silky hair is tied in a low knot and a deep red shirt barely covers the tanned lines of his chest. Familiar black pants and leather boots, but the belt his axes hang from is one you've never seen before. 

Thick and wide, black leather polished. Massive strap made of solid gold.

He looks dashing, even as he scowls heavily at the unfortunate man he speaks to. You cock your head, watching the other cower and you fight to keep the smile off your face as you see The Pirate's glare turn sour. 

Always so quick to temper. 

The heels of your new, pretty shoes click after every step you take, the sound a steady companion that aids you in gathering your courage. You're closer when his voice reaches your ears. "... deal with the Harbormaster," The Pirate is saying, and you recognize the tone instantly. Low and gravely. He's in the middle of an argument. 

The mustached man opens his eyes wide. "Y-yes but due to new circumstances, she was forced to raise-"

"What circumstances?" The Pirate growls. 

You take another step and can see the rings and circlets that adorn his fingers and fill his arms. Almost as much as the scars and cuts that cover the skin. "The guards asked about your ship, Sir," the man squeaks, trying to hide behind a wooden slat. "So the Harbormaster requires extra-"

You take a final step, and two dark eyes, pitch black in the light of a dying day, snap to look at you. 

You stop as The Pirate's mouth hangs open... and then bursts in a wide, brilliant smile. "Peach," he says, the nickname he uses only for you leaving his lips like a sigh. His eyes track you up and down, and you bite the inside of your cheek to keep your gaze steady on him. 

The Pirate turns away from the dock worker without sparing him another glance, eyes entirely on you as he walks closer. His steps bouncy and cocky, his hands falling to his belt. And when he's right in front of you, the smile he gifts you is as sharp and as dangerous as the edge of his axes. 

"I've roamed uncountable seas," he says, reaching a hand for you to take. You hesitate only slightly before slipping your hand in his palm. His fingers close around yours delicately, the rough skin warm and enveloping. "Seen treasures and plunder, sights and spectacles most men can only dream of."

The Pirate bends next in a half bow that takes him to eye level with you. "I have seen so much beauty, Kai," he's whispering now, a low rumble that hangs between the two of you. His eyes hold yours captive, and for a moment, a brief tear in time, the world belongs to just the two of you. "But none compares to the one I witness right before me."

He turns your hand in his and kisses your wrist, right in your pulse point. You feel your heartbeat spike, skin tingling where his lips had touched. "You are a balm for sore eyes and weary souls, Hakuho. Thank you for coming."

He straightens up to his full height, forcing you to tilt your chin back, but keeps close. Your hand is still in his, and the smirk that tears his lips is the cheekiest you've ever seen. 

But his eyes are soft, and the thumb that caresses your skin couldn't be gentler. "If I ever wonder how a peacock would speak," you tell him in a flat tone. "I need only listen to you."

You can't keep from smiling as he gives a sharp laugh.

(…)

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Going Against Nature - Part 2

(y/n) laughed at Yuki’s bad pun, the alpha had started up another pun about volleyball but stopped and looked over (y/n)’s shoulder. She turned to follow Yuki’s line of sight to see the vice captain of the boy’s volleyball team. He met her gaze before turning away and thrusting a small patch towards her.

“Um, yes?” (y/n) asked, not understanding what he wanted.

“Um, you don’t have a scent patch on. I - here.” He thrusted the patch towards her again. 

(y/n) was used to alphas and omegas thinking she’s one of them. It had happened enough times that she didn’t feel insulted or embarrassed when people couldn’t tell she was a beta. To be fair, she couldn’t tell if someone was an alpha, beta, or omega because beta’s have trouble smelling scents. She smiled and told the alpha, “I don’t need one but thank you for offering.”

The guy looked at her weirdly like he didn’t understand how she couldn’t need it. “What?”

She smiled at him, knowing many alphas didn’t pay much attention to betas. “I’m a beta, I don’t need one.”

He looked like he was going to speak but Yuki interrupted him, slinging an arm over (y/n)’s shoulder, “I know how you feel Iwaizumi! Everyone thinks (y/n)’s an alpha ‘cause my scent’s all over her!”

Iwaizumi looked surprised at Yuki. (y/n) pushed Yuki’s arm off her, “Ew Yuki, don’t say things like that, I don’t know if you’re telling the truth or not.” she looked back at Iwaizumi apologetically, “Sorry about her, I’m (y/n) and you must be Iwaizumi?” She stretched her hand out to him for a hand shake.

  He snapped out of his shoke and grabbed her hand tightly, “Yes, hi I’m Iwaizu - wait you know that.” He took a deep breath and started again, “You can call me Hajime, sorry for mistaking you for an omega.”

“It’s okay, I get it all the time.” She gave him a sweet smile.

Iwaizumi smiled back, a light pink dusting his cheeks. He looked cute with his guard down, (y/n) thought.

“Okay love birds, let’s go play volleyball!” Yuki grabbed (y/n)’s hand and pulled her away from Iwaizumi. 

“Sorry about her again Iwaizumi, but we will destroy you,” (y/n) gave him a dangerous look that she only got when in a competitive mode.

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened a bit before mirroring her look, “I doubt it.”

The two teams lined up at the end line, bowing to each other and saying ‘thankyou for the game.’ (y/n) walked towards the referees post to meet Oikawa.

Oikawa gave her his classic carefree smile and held out his hand, “may the best team win.”

(y/n) gripped his hand, squeezing tightly, “We plan to.”

The girl’s coach, Ms. Ito, placed her hand on (y/n)’s shoulder, “No need to scare the boy, (y/n), why not let Mr. Oikawa serve first?” 

(y/n) grinned, Oikawa’s serve was something she always wanted to play against. If she was going to be the new captain, the best captain for her team, she needed to push herself and them to perfection.

“Gladly.”

(y/n) jogged back to her team, high fiving Yuki in the setter position, “Okay girls, we’re receiving first,” she turned to the first years, “you can sit back and watch what you’ll be working towards.”

As a beta, life was determined to put (y/n) in a servant role. Alphas saw her as a lesser Omega, one that didn’t have heats but couldn’t calm them down with her scent. Omegas saw her as an emotional support, someone who they didn’t feel threatened by and could unload onto. But on the court, where everyone’s scents were masked, the hierarchy was determined by skill. Showing off to the first years was to establish dominance and show that on the court, no one’s second gender mattered. Yuki, an alpha, would support her, the beta, to win the first point.

(y/n) placed herself in the center back position on the court, ready to receive Oikawa’s serve. When he got ready to serve, (y/n) yelled, “Bring it here!” He looked surprised then gave her a mischievous smile. He tossed the ball up and began his jump serve. (Y/n) dropped her hips, placing her weight on her toes, and spread her stance. The second Oikawa hit the ball, (y/n) shuffled to receive it. The ball slammed into her arms, it dug into her arms but she used it’s momentum to guide it to Yuki.

The ball left her receive and landed above Yuki, (y/n) dashed up to the net ready to spike the ball, she yelled “give it here!”

Yuki gave her her favorite set, “Smash it!”

Even though two of the second years jumped up to block her, (y/n) slammed her hand against the ball, aiming for the gap between the two, right at Iwaizumi. He received the ball and directed it to Oikawa. (y/n) landed and began tracking Iwaizumi’s moves to block him. She jumped up with him to block. He spiked the ball at the end of her fingers. (y/n) winced as the ball painfully jerked back her left index finger. Despite the pain, she turned her head to her team and yelled, “ONE TOUCH!!” The first years snapped out of it and the next libero dived to receive it. Yuki ran to receive the ball, “I got it!” Once (y/n) landed she ran to the other side of the net to receive the ball. Yuki yelled, “(y/n)!” and set it straight towards her spiking hand. Time seemed to slow down as she saw an opening for her spike, right on the court edge. She aimed for the line and spiked the ball straight onto it. 

The referee blew the whistle and signaled that the girl’s team had won the first point. (y/n) pulled the girls into a big group hug, “nice job everyone!” 

“Hey, is your hand okay?��� (y/n) turned around to see Iwaizumi rubbing the back of his head and avoiding eye contact. 

She looked down at her left hand to see that her index finger was starting to turn purple. One of the first years, Akane, slid in front of her between the two, “Stay back from our Captain!” Akane was a redhead little alpha that was starting to get overly protective. 

“It’s okay, Akane,” (y/n) turned to Iwaizumi, “I’m okay, just need to bandage and ice it after the game,”

He smiled at her, it was sweet and brought a softness to his chiseled body. “I can take you to the nurses office?”

“That’d be nice, thankyou,” (y/n) turned to the coaches, “I hurt my finger, Iwaizumi is going to take me to the nurse’s office”

“Okay, make sure they set it nicely,” Ms. Ito turned back to the girl’s team, “make your captain proud and kick butt!” 

“You heard the coach, let’s kick their asses!” Yuki rallied the girl’s team.

(y/n) and Iwaizumi walked out of the gym together, he stayed silent and paced himself slightly behind her. “You don’t need to feel guilty for hurting me, it's all part of the game.”

“Thanks, but I’d rather not hurt another player.”

(y/n) turned back to him and smiled coyly, “you don’t seem to mind hurting Oikawa, do you Hajime?” 

He blushed at her using his first name, forgetting for a second that he gave it to her by accident. “That’s different, Crappykawa needs his ego taken down a bit.” She laughed at his comment. Iwaizumi sped up to walk beside her. “You’re really skilled by the way, it was cool that you were able to receive Oikawa’s serve.”

“It hurt but was so satisfying to get it up,” she looked him straight in the eyes, “but it was more fun to slow down your spike. It would be fun to practice blocking against you.”

“I’ll have to teach you how to block without breaking a finger next time.”

“So it’s a date then?”

Iwaizumi looked surprised before smiling back, “Ya, it's a date.”

After the game, (y/n) and Iwaizumi exchanged numbers. They tried to keep it on the down low but Oikawa jumped in saying something about a group chat for the future third-years. He set up the chat and gave everyone cute nicknames, (y/n) liked Iwa-chan for Iwaizumi, it fit his rough exterior but sweetness underneath. (y/n) said night to Iwaizumi individually and whispered, “text me later.” 

“I will.” 

(y/n) and Yuki waved goodbye to their team and started to walk home together. “I saw what you were doing, (y/n).”

“What was I doing?” 

“Flirting with that Ace, he’s dangerous, especially for an alpha.” Yuki turned to (y/n), “I know he’ll hurt you, his scent is dangerous.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, Yuki had always been overly protective of her, “I can handle myself.”

“I know that, but I know stuff that you can’t. He’s a domineering guy, even if he’s sweet to you, his nature will hurt you.”

“We’re more than nature, Yuki. I’m not weak, I can take care of myself.” (Y/n) wanted to end the conversation.

“He won’t see you as a Beta, he’ll try to make you into an Omega. You know what happens when Alphas try to bond with Betas, they always hurt them.” Yuki pulled (y/n) into a hug, “I don’t want him hurting you.”

(y/n) pushed Yuki away slightly, “If I can handle a team of Alphas, then I can handle one. Goodnight Yuki.” she turned away from Yuki and walked to her home. She heard Yuki mutter a quiet ‘goodnight’. 

Once inside, (y/n) received a text from Iwaizumi.

‘Before a training date, how about a little study date, maybe lunch tomorrow?’

(y/n) smiled down at her phone and typed out, ‘That sounds nice, there’s a nice spot near the gym under that big cherry tree.’

‘I know the spot, see you there tomorrow.’

(y/n) got ready for bed, excited for the next day.

#haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi #alpha!iwaizumi #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #beta!reader #beta!y/n #omegaverse

[fiction-in-my-blood]

Switching Sides: Part 13 (HLITF)

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If you wanna catch up, Part 12 is right here! Happy reading :)

Premise: Growing up in a life of crime in a Japanese mafia, Atsuko Motomori has seen enough injustice to last her a lifetime. To try and give back to the universe her family has taken so much from, she dreams of being a detective from a young age. Her twin, sharing her disgust for her father and many uncles, just wants an ordinary life away from the crime, paing and suffering. Instead, she wants to be in the spotlight with the soft notes she makes with her cello. In their escape of 2015, on their coming of age birthday, they must split ways, never to be together ever again. If one was found, they didn’t want the other dragged down with them. Atsuko, having changed her name and appearance as best she can without a scalpel, sets off to start her life of car chases and arrests.

Four years in a seemingly dead-end police station in the middle of nowhere, being passed over time after time for promotion, Atsuko finally gets a shot at her dream, having been sent to an academy for the best candidates in the country by her boss who had always kept an eye out for her. After discovering her boss may have made her bite off more than she could chew, Atsuko must become the slave of a dominating instructor!? Who so just happens to be the captain of the most famous police unit in Japan? Not to mention a total knockout! Will Atsuko finally achieve her dream? Or will her new instructor put her through the wringer?

Warnings: Language, Reference to sexual activity, Forceful nature, Abuse, Kidnapping, Torture.

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A week and a half had passed since I awoke in the hospital. My recovery was slow, painstakingly so, and I found my thoughts trailing back to every painful memory I had. But, no matter how scared and depressed I got, Kaga would always somehow show up, explaining he had more questions for me, and I would be able to slowly explain to him the same story I had been repeating for days at that point. It was almost comforting and with the silent stare he showed me every time I was able to complete the tale, I felt myself connecting with reality a little bit more. It showed me, reporting to him, that I had lived through it.

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"He's being sentenced today," Juna announced as she sat on the couch in my room, eating some noodles she had bought on the way over. We both stared out the window, the sky raining down hard pellets on the city below. It was a soothing sound to fill the silence that followed her announcement.

"What... What if he doesn't get imprisoned?" I couldn't help my imagination get the better of me. What if he was set free when all the evidence magically disappeared? What if the defence was able to create enough reasonable doubt for the jury to deem him innocent? What if he didn't get a long enough sentence?

I had filmed a video of my witness statement for the courts several days ago, and that was traumatic enough. If I had to do it again in an appeal the defence made up to weaken the case, I wouldn't be able to go up in front of the world and tell my story. I couldn't share with them all my years of weakness as I allowed myself to be abused by the man who was meant to protect me.

"He's going to be put away, Katsu. Don't even put that into the universe." A displeased expression flew over Juna's face as she turned to me, cringing even at how I could think of that happening. I knew it was irrational. The case was solid. There was no way for him to snake out of this one. But, still... I couldn't help but worry.

"Oh!" Juna suddenly gasped, placing a hand on her bursting belly. She was a matter months away from the due date, so the gasp in surprised caused fear of a miscarriage to circulate my brain. I called out, questioning her what was wrong as I lifted the sheets off my legs. She laughed, jumping up and pushing me back on the bed before I could even rest my covered feet on the cold floor. I was only allowed one assisted lap around the hospital floor a day, and I had already used that token up.

"It's fine. I'm fine. Here." She smiled, taking my hand and placing it where her's had previously been. There, I felt a pressure poking from her belly and recoiled in uneasy disgust. She laughed at my childish reaction to her baby kicking and went to sit down again.

Biting the tip of my thumb, the reality of her birthing a child of her own hit me again. At least, for this one, they might not have to worry as much as we did growing up. They would still be hidden from the world, hidden from what remained of my father's mob, but maybe they would have some freedom to be happy and childish for longer than we did.

"That smells really good." I sighed, trying to distract myself from those lingering thoughts, referring to her takeout food. It felt like years since I had swallowed something solid. My stomach felt empty most of the time, but thanks to the IVs, I never felt truly hungry. Just a little uncomfortable.

Juna laughed at me, explaining that she knew I wasn't really allowed solids yet. "I had pudding yesterday! Come on, just a noodle." I pointed one finger up to show how little I needed. My jaw almost felt weak; not using it for so long. She laughed again, picking up a strand between two fingers and dropping it into her mouth teasingly.

The more we talked and she teased me, the more relaxed I became. It was only when she left did I ever let my thoughts return. Let them consume me the way they did. As she told me what romantic thing Kanto had done this morning, a knock came to my door. We both turned and my eyes grew at who stood there.

For a moment, I saw the man that fed me when I was in captivity. He smiled, holding a bag of candies in one hand, showing it to me like it was a prize. I yelled, screaming as I jumped out of my bed and pushed myself to the back corner.

"No! Go away!" I cried out, him watching my reaction made his expression fall.

"Katsu! Katsumi, calm down! It's just Noburu." Juna ran to me from the other side of the bed and held my shoulders to try and stop my kicking. Tears streamed down my face as I begged for the man to leave. I didn't want the kindness he showed me, I was so sure it was what made me feel the true extent of the pain I felt.

Soon enough, nurses came rushing in, pushing passed the man that stayed in the doorway, face blank with shock. When they couldn't calm me down, I felt a sharp pain in my shoulder and my consciousness quickly faded.

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"This is the worst day she's had so far." Katsumi's doctor told the man and woman that stayed in her room as she slept in the bed. After her breakdown, the surgeon was called to help explain why she had reacted so vividly and check up on her condition. Luckily, she hadn't ripped a stitch from her surgery.

"But she knew Noburu before it happened. Why would she think he was one of her captors? She hasn't seen him in weeks!" Juna fretted, sympathetic worry spreading across her face as the bartender looked at the sleeping beauty guiltily.

"I don't know, but you can't come again. Not until she's healed. She still has weeks of rehab ahead of her." The doctor turned to the young man and he nodded solemnly.

"Surely she'd learn to remember what Noburu really looks like?" Feeling sorry for the man she knew loved her sister, Juna pleaded his case.

"It's too risky when she's still in this vulnerable stage. When she can fall asleep unaided and have a peaceful night, then you can try. I'm sorry, but you need to leave." Doctor shaking his head, Noburu left, leaving the treats he knew Katsumi would have loved on the table at the end of her bed.

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"What's this?" Instructor Kaga asked as I laid in my bed, staring intensely out the window. When I was sleeping, I had another dream about my captors, but this one seemed so surreal, it had really shaken me up. I hadn't talked to any of the nurses and my mood, not to mention my mental stability, was completely at rock bottom.

"Juna left it for me. You can have it, I'm not allowed to eat." I groaned, shuffling onto my back and sitting up to see Kaga already sifting through it. From what I suspected, he had come to tell me the result of my father's hearing, but all he had done so far was steal my-get-well-soon presents.

Sitting in silence, I bit the tip of my thumb to distract the nerves in my stomach. Kaga seemed very content with chewing on the soft sugary treat gifted to me.

"Will you tell me already?" I called out, throwing my fists into my mattress in irritation. Kaga looked at me with a raised brow, his demeaningly concerned look replaced on his face. "My father's trial. You came to tell me what happened, right?" I asked again, needing to know. The anticipation was too much.

"I don't know yet," Kaga grumbled and returned to the squishy cake in between his fingers. I frowned, crossing my arms and turning to look out the window again. It was still raining, even though a day had passed since I was last awake.

The silence was almost too much to bear, so, with a desperate need to cover my thoughts, I grabbed the remote controller on the table beside my bed and pointed it to the radio on the counter across the room. Classical music with a leading group of strings burst from it and I closed my eyes as I tried to drown out my thoughts and every sensory memory I had of weeks prior.

Suddenly, the volume decreased significantly and my gaze shot open to see Kaga standing beside it.

"Are you 90?" He frowned, throwing the pink packaging of the cake in the trash can by the door as he returned to the couch.

"It's my sister's. She helps me calm down." I sighed, turning it up again, although keeping it lower than before as it seemed to annoy him so much. Then, Kaga sprung up again, approaching my bed.

"You won't be able to recover if you just block it out." He placed a hand on the bar above my head and the other on the guarded rail on my bed, leaning in close so all my senses were enveloped by him. His smoke and cologne scent. His face was all I could see. His words repeated over and over again in my head. The warmth of his chest emitting onto my slightly cooler body. My eyes grew wide and I felt my heart stop due to the proximity.

"You need to learn to deal with that if you want to return to the academy." His voice was low and the comment made my head jerk in surprise. He thought I was going to return to my old life? After all the trouble I caused?

"There's no chance I can get back in. My entire resume is fake, let alone my application. I thought I was going to get kicked if I didn't work for you." I frowned my brows, saddened to have to admit I would never be able to complete my dream. Looking down, I found the arm he had encompassed over me. Running my gaze down to his hand, I noticed his knuckles white with pressure.

Before Kaga could retort, a small voice came from the doorway. "Instructor, I have the files you asked for."

Watching Kaga draw back, my eyes locked with a girl I once had a close connection with. She looked tired, a little worse for wear, but most of all, she was teary-eyed.

"Naruko," I uttered under my breath, honestly shocked to see her here. She just stood there, holding onto a beige folder. Kaga stormed over, snatching it from her.

"You're late." He grumbled, taking it and reading through it. I gulped when Naruko's gaze didn't fall from mine.

"Would you come here already? I can't exactly get up." I smiled through blurry vision, trying to reconnect with the girl I left behind. Her shoulder slumped and she ran towards me, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"What the hell, Atsuko! I thought you were dead! I mean, you were dead! How could you betray me?" She shouted in my ear the name she knew me by, tears flying down her face and onto my shoulder. I bit my lip guiltily.

"I'm sorry but... How did I betray you?" I laughed when she pulled back and showed me an out of character frown.

"You said we would graduate together! Why did you leave?" She frowned and my breathing stopped. The happiness I nurtured from seeing her slowly died as I was reminded once again of what I couldn't accomplish.

"He's got life." Kaga suddenly announced, drawing both of our attention towards him. He still had his gaze in the folder, but I knew what he was talking about. My father... He's going to die in prison?

"What?" I asked, feeling Naruko's confusion as she was pushed further into the unknown of my situation. Even though I had an idea of what he was on about, I wanted to make sure. I wanted to make sure I wasn't being hopeful.

"He's got 100 years in jail for ratting some of his partners. He’ll probably be dead by the time that’s up." Kaga seemed hesitant at first but still told me. I gripped the sheets by my leg and reached for my phone on the table.

"You, go back to the academy." Kaga shot a glare at Naruko and she quickly followed his order by running to the door. Before she left, she passed me a meaningful smile and closed the door behind her.

"You're going to recover and you're returning to work," Kaga announced once he was sure Naruko was gone as I stared at my phone, desperately trying to make sense of the clusters of blur in front of me. My vision still hadn't corrected, but I was growing a sense of understanding when I could see the characters. It was so frustrating, trying to see when I knew couldn't. No matter how hard I squinted or how sternly I stared at the object, I couldn't make sense of anything. I couldn't even see my sister's face when she hugged me. I couldn't see myself in the mirror. Just a blur of skin and the white of my hospital gown.  

"I can't! How am I supposed to be a detective when I can't even stop this from happening?" I shouted, suddenly enraged by how poor my eyesight had gotten, throwing my phone into the wall of my hospital room to dismiss my problems. It fell into reconnectable pieces at the force.

"I became a cop to protect us, but I failed at that. Juna got kidnapped and I put her baby in danger. All I did at the academy was make mistake after mistake. My recklessness put complete strangers in danger! A boy almost lost his mom! How can I work when whatever I do gets people hurt?" I shouted, tears spilling from my eyes when I didn't care who heard me. I was angry and sad and broken and I just wanted to cry.

Suddenly, I felt arms around me. My head was pulled against a soft, hard surface and I felt a warm breath on my hair. My eyes widened when I realised Kaga was holding me, trying to calm me down.

"You're always so damn loud." I heard him mutter as more tears spilt from my eyes. I clutched the arm around my front for support, needing to know that I wasn't in that room. I needed to know this was reality because lately, I've been having trouble differentiating.

“Just shut up for a minute and remember where you are. Forget the past. It won’t do you any good.”

At some point during my pathetic weeping, with the little sleep I had been getting, I slipped into unaided unconsciousness, something else I’d been struggling with since I was saved.

#HLITF #hlitf ayumu #hlitf kaga #hlitf goto #hlitf ishigami #hlitf soma #hlitf shinonome #hlitf fanfic #voltage games #voltage fanfic #oc #ooc #her love in the force #crime #mafia #mob #police #detective

[holylulusworld]

Steam - Your turn

Summary: You and Steve are at each other’s throat since you joined the Avengers. One day you need to release some steam and things get dirty.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Bruce Banner, Tony Stark

Warnings: angst, arguments, enemies to lovers, choking (non-sexual), language, smut, unprotected sex, hair pulling, fingering, fighting for dominance, Captain kink, violence against punching bags, mentions of abusive former relationship/domestic violence/abusive childhood

 Words: 2797

Steam Masterlist

“Fuck you, Rogers!” You spat into his face.

“Language, Soldier!” Steve retorts and Natasha starts grinning. If you weren’t in the jet she would get a bowl of popcorn to watch Steve and you going at it once again.

“I say and do what I want, Stevie.”

“I’m Captain Rogers to you, Miss Y/L/N!” Steve talks back.

“Awe…Is Stevie angry at me? Now I’m scared.” You chuckle and his eyes darken.

“I told you how you have to address me properly!”

Cocking a brow at Steve’s angry outburst Bucky looks at Bruce flying the jet.

“I will not turn into Hulk only as these two are not able to talk like decent human beings with each other,” Bruce says concentrating on finding the right route to fly back to the Avengers tower. “I got some more self-control than these two.”

“I’m not a soldier, Cappy.” You mutter flipping him the bird and Steve’s loses the shit.

His hand wraps around your throat as you press your hands against his chest. You can’t use your powers here, it could make the jet crash down if you throw Steve through the flying death trap.

“Let go off me.” You choke out.

“You better listen carefully. You will address me as Captain and respect my command ship.” Steve warns and you scoff.

“Steve let go of Y/N, this is not normal anymore. If you can’t work together she will work with Tony and his team, Peter can work with us for a while.” Natasha says.

“Peter is Tony’s protégé, Nat. I can’t tell him to work with Captain…” you make a pause to lock eyes with Steve. He has satisfied grin on his face as you addressed him with Captain but his grin fades when you continue your sentence. “…Asshole. He’s a young boy, not long enough into this business to bear Stevie’s muttering. I will ask Fury if I can work with his new organization.” You cough as Steve finally let go of your throat.

Seeing the bruises at your neck Bucky’s eyes widen. “Punk, that’s not okay. She has bruises around her neck. Are you nuts, Stevie? She was right by the way! If she would’ve stayed at the position you told her to wait for you, she would be dead by now. The building was crashing down and she saved a guy running toward the building.”

Looking at his friend Steve’s eyes widen; he didn’t give you the chance to explain why you left your position once again.

Eying Steve suspiciously you touch your throat carefully, flinching when you feel the bruises.

“This has to end right now, Steve. Y/N was bugging you but only as you started yet another fight. She tried to remain silent this time as Tony asked her to. But this…” Pointing at your bruised throat Natasha glares at Steve. “…is not okay. This is violence against a team member.”

“Nat…” Steve tries but she shakes her head carefully checking your throat. “I’m sorry…”

“I’m going to take some days off and pass any missions.” You cough. The moment the jet lands on the roof of the tower you grab your bag to jump out of it to run toward the entrance.

“Y/N?” Tony asks seeing the bruises around your throat.

“Y/N!” Steve calls after you but you ignore him. This went too far; you poked the bear and he hurt you.

“What the fuck happened?” Tony yells.

“Steve had one of his moments and hurt Y/N. She wants to leave thanks to Captain Muttering.” Bucky grunts walking past his friend. “Dammit, punk!”

“You choked Y/N?” Tony gasps.

“I didn’t know my grip was too tight.” Steve sighs.

“You are a goddamn super soldier and she’s much smaller than you. Her powers are strong, but she’s not physically enhanced as you, Rogers. This is…I got no words.” Tony mutters glancing at Natasha for help.

“I will talk to her but if she decides to go, she will leave, Tony. Y/N had enough violent men around - enough for a whole lifetime.” Natasha says and Steve swallows hard.

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“That’s personal, Steve. I don’t think she wants someone like you to know about the shit that happened to her. Leave her alone for a while.”

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Your room is your only shelter, so you lock yourself in for a few hours to calm down. Your eyes flutter shut but then you feel his hand around your throat again and you start shaking.

Steam…you need to release some steam, so you decide to go to the gym and destroy all his punching bags. He will pay for hurting you like this.

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Focusing on anything else than the feeling of his hand around your throat you use your telekinesis to destroy the first punching bag. Squealing you jump up and down only to snap your finger to destroy the next one.

“What do you think you are doing?” A deep voice mutters.

“Practicing, Cappy. I would’ve trained by letting your head explode but this would make too much dirt.” You shrug.

Letting your minds drift to the feeling of his hand around your throat your own hands starts shaking and Steve can see the pain all over your face.

“Listen…I know we have our problems, but I went too far and I’m sorry. I’m truly sorry. I got no clue why this happened. I’m not like this…”

“You’re like all other men. You act like the nice guy but deep down inside you are a monster.” You say while your voice is trembling.

“What happened?” He tries but your shake your head as he tries to touch your shoulder.

“Don’t touch me…never again!” You snarl shoving his hand away.

“Y/N? I will not hurt you.” Steve says softly and you scoff.

“Says the man choking me without a reason.”

“I said I’m sorry.”

“And I said leave me alone, monster.”

“I’m not a monster!”

“You are, like all other men…”

“That’s not true. I’m not like other men!”

“True, you’re not just an asshole, you are Captain Asshole!” You chuckle and Steve grabs your arms to press you into the wall. His blue eyes search your face before he claims your lips roughly.

Letting go of your arms he cups your face with his large hands, sliding his tongue into your mouth. It’s a fight for dominance, a lip bruising, teeth clashing, tongue snaking kiss.

“I will show you what happens when you call me that again,” Steve mutters before his lips travel down your throat to gently slide his tongue over the bruises he caused.

“Cap…this is wrong.” You pant but your hands fist his hair to keep him in place.

“It’s Captain, kitten,” Steve mutters snaking one hand between your legs. This time you moan loudly as he shoves your panties aside to slide his fingers through your wet folds.

“Steve…”

“It’s Captain…you will learn to address me right. For now, Steve is alright.” He groans feeling your wetness coating his fingers.

“How about Captain Pervert?” You mutter guiding his hand to add pressure to your clit.

“You feel so good, so wet for me. Is this all from destroying my punching bags or from our fight?”

“Hmm…more…I need more, Rogers.”

The bastard has the guts to grin down at you as he dips two fingers into your wetness. Determined to open you up as fast as possible he rubs over your sweet spot. Your hands paw at his shoulders while you lean your back against the wall.

His eyes never leave your face. Steve is watching your reaction like he’s studying an enemy. Your lips part, your eyes roll back and your breath hitches in your throat when you start pulsing around his fingers.

“I still hate you, Stevie.” You cry out as you orgasm around his fingers but Steve ignores your outburst. Two strong hands pick you up to carry you toward his room.

Luckily it’s not far away so no one can see you cling to Captain America's firm body like an ape.

“You don’t hate me,” Steve mutters carrying you into his bedroom. His lips are back on yours as he lies you down onto his bed. Hands pawing at his back you let him kiss your throat softly. Trying to remove the bad memory with a good one he caresses the soft skin with his fingers.

“I hate you but don’t stop. It’s been too long.” You whimper as he starts unbuttoning your blouse.

Darkened blue eyes drink your cleavage in, the lust plastered all over his face he dips his head to bite one nipple through the fabric. Shuddering your fist his hair while he gives the other nub the same treatment.

Your hips start grinding against him to get friction at the spot where you really need him. Not caring about your clothes, he rips them apart and you squeal in surprise but his lips silence your protests.

Captain America is about to conquer your body, so he moves his hands behind your back to unclasp your bra. The cool air hits your naked body and goosebumps erupt all over your skin. Blue eyes drink your naked form in before he leaves the bed to strip his own clothes off.

You saw him shirtless before but right now he stands in front of you in his naked glory. Chiseled torso, defined abs and a huge cock for you to admire he grins at you, seeing the lust all over your face.

“We can stop, if you want to,” Steve whispers pressing one knee into the mattress.

“No…”

“Thank god…” He says and you chuckle as he covers your body with his taller frame.

His lips suck a purple hickey into the plush flesh of your breasts as you writhe and gasps underneath the golden boy.

“Steve, I need more.” You mutter.

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“Maybe we should talk to Steve? I mean Y/N is a reasonable person, she never gets aggressive or mad that fast, but Cap makes her go rampant in no time.” Natasha says looking at Tony.

“You know her better than anyone else. You found her after all…”

“She trusts me, Tony and I trust her. That’s rare with her. She needed months to trust me and I needed almost two years to convince her joining the Avengers. We can’t let Steve destroy her trust in us, in our team.”

“Shall I tall to the punk?” Bucky asks appearing behind Tony.

“Damn, Barnes. Stop appearing behind me out of nowhere.” Tony mutters but Bucky simply shrugs.

“Let’s check the gym to talk to Steve.”

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“Christ you’re beautiful.” Steve moans moving your legs around his waist. You can feel the tip sliding into you and your eyes roll back. “Ready?” He breaths into your neck as he starts pressing into you. The stretch is something you never experience before and you dig your fingertips deep into his back, leaving crescent marks at his skin.

“And you are huge…fuck…everywhere.” You pant as he bottoms out. Your whole body is wrapped around the tall man as he presses his chest to yours. Avoiding using too much strength he holds you in his arms.

“Can I move? I’m not hurting you?”

“Move, god move Steve.” You whine.

Your soles dig into his lower back as he starts pulling back out. One snap of his hips and he rams back into you. Still being careful to not use too much force Steve start rocking into you. Your hands paw at his back as you bite his shoulder to muffle the sounds.

You are still mad at him and won’t give him the satisfaction of admitting how good he makes you feel. “You feel so good, so good. Wanted you for so long.” Steve moans into your neck and your eyes widen.

Your lips move on their own before you can stop the words from leaving your mouth. Encouraging him, chanting his name you meet his thrusts as he picks up the pace. Huge cock bottoming out after ever hard stroke he buries himself always as deep as possible into you.

Now looking into his piercing blue eyes you want to say something but his lips claim yours. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you squeeze him tightly. Fucking you through your high his movement never falters.

“Need to feel you cum, Steve. Please…” You whimper as he wants to pull out.

“I didn’t use anything…” He pants but you tighten your legs around his waist so he has no other choice then chasing his own climax.

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“Damn, what happened?” Bucky says seeing the destroyed punching bags.

“Y/N happened. We should go to Cap’s room before he kills her.” Nat groans sprinting toward Steve’s room with Tony and Bucky hot on her heels.

Listening to odd noise coming out of the room Nat looks confused at Tony. The moment Steve yells your name she wants to burst through the door but then moans escape your lips and Bucky looks at her with wide eyes shaking his head he almost runs down the hallway.

“I guess they found a way to release some steam.” Tony chuckles walking away.

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“Y/N…I…god…” Hips stuttering Steve fills you with his spending. Holding himself inside of you as long as possible he stares down at your trembling form.

“That was…”

“Yeah…you okay? I wasn’t too rough? Sometimes I forget about my strength.”

“I’m fine, you didn’t hurt me.” You whisper.

“Someone else did?” Steve asks carefully pulling out of you. His back hits the mattress and he smiles when you snuggle into his chest.

“My father was a very strict man, if you want to call it that. One mistake, one false word and he…hit me. I was black and blue one day and my teacher tried to help me…I ended up in an orphanage. My father was happy to ‘lose’ me. “

“I’m sorry,” Steve whispers gently caressing your back.

“I didn’t know about my powers back then. I mean I was eight…”

“Hmm…what happened then?”

“The nuns were nice…I lived there until I turned twelve. A pair wanted to adopt me…the husband…he tried to…”

“…” Swallowing hard Steve presses you closer to his body.

“It was the first time I used my powers. Smashed him into the wall.”

“Good girl.”

“Didn’t help. He got up and hit me, broke my jaw…”

“I will kill him, tell me his name…”

“He would’ve killed me but a neighbor called the cops but nothing happened as he was rich and I was an orphan. He told them I attacked him first.”

“That’s the reason you don’t like men?”

“That wasn’t all…I turned eighteen and had to leave the orphanage. I met a nice guy, at least I thought he was nice. After two years he started to yell and then one night he hit me. I was frozen to the spot and couldn’t do anything. I forgot about my powers and he did it again…and again…”

“I’m so sorry…”

“After a year I found the strength to run away. Only a bag full of clothes and twenty dollars I slept in a car wreck. My face was still swollen and my wrist was broken. That was when Nat found me. She brought me to a hospital and helped me…”

“That’s the reason you only trust her?”

“She was the only person, except for the nuns being kind to me.”

“And I made your life even harder. Shit, I’m sorry.”

“Did Captain America just use a swear word?” You tease.

“Don’t tell Tony.”

“Your secret is safe, Cappy.”

“Hmm…yours too. I will not tell anyone.”

“Good. I trust you, Steve.”

“You do?”

“You wanted me to hold the position so you could find me. You tried to protect me…”

“I should’ve told you I like you, instead I picked on you.”

“I will survive Captain America, picking on me.”

“You want me to pick you again?”

“You mean you want me naked in your bed again?” You chuckle looking into his flushed face.

“I’d like that…”

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“Tony, can you stop babbling and tell us about the mission?” You groan and Steve chuckles.

“Rogers, tame your girl,” Tony mutters but Steve looks unimpressed at his friend.

“I got no clue how…” Steve shrugs.

“I think he knows exactly how but we don’t want to see this…” Bucky cackles.

“Watch your tongue.” You warn.

“Damn, she was much better to bear letting her anger out at Cap…” Bruce sighs and you grin at Steve.

“I guess I should let my anger out right now…” You whisper. Your hands grab Steve’s to lead him out of the conference room.

“What? Where are you going?” Tony asks.

“Releasing some steam with Cap…”

All works Tags

@meganywinchester​​, @shikshinkwon​​, @idioticsky​, @miraclesoflove​, @officialmarvelwhore​

Marvel Tags @thedoctorscamanion

@stuckys-whore​, @notyourtypicalrose​, @voltage-my2dlove​, @thedoctorscamanion

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[spyoikawa]

Hihi! I'm alive! Battling this history competition, but I'll make it!

So let's jump back into these requests starting with, @wakatoshiswife

(sorry I lost the request so I'll copy/paste below the line break!)

(and I am once again on a different electronic, so sorry if this looks different, I will format it to look correct later)

Request: Hello! I saw that you’re doing matchups for valentines! I’d like to request for one too if that is okay :) I’d like to matched up with a guy please...I’m a 160cm girl, ISTJ/ESTJ (I’m an ambivert), my enneagram is type 8. My zodiac sign is cancer. I have black curly hair (type 3B hair) and my eye colour is brown. At first glance, people often think I’m mean bcs I have really think eyebrows and I have a resting b face. However once you get to know me, I’m pretty fun. My hobbies are gaming, baking and editing. The characters I kin are Sakurajima Mai, Light Yagami & Osamu Miya. I enjoy working out as well! Especially jogging on a cold morning/evening. I love watching formula 1 and I would watch football if it means getting to bond with my partner/friends. I play any sports but I like volleyball and badminton the most. I also enjoy cooking Asian cuisine as I am asian, I’m a mixed Persian-Indian. My favourite weather is Autumn as it matches my aesthetic and overall aura and vibe. My favourite colour is red as if I were to be a colour based off my personality, I’d be red. Although I look best in nudes, black, white and purple...I also have the best music taste ever. I’m the chill friend in the whole group. I am very very laidback, in fact I can be a little too laidback at times but it’s nothing bad, I know when too loosen up and when to get serious, hence this is why I’m often (almost every time) a leader. I’m quite the procrastinator and the last minute person but I always know what I’m doing so its all good. I’m confident in what I do and I stand strong for what I believe in. Words, will not hurt me unless it’s said by directed to an insecurity of mine. I hate losing. I’m that one competitive friend that hates losing but I never go too much yk. I’m pretty chill when it comes to competition, that meaning, I don’t show how competitive I am. I have a blank face as I’m competing with others. I always strive to win even if it means winning in a ridiculous way, however I won’t drag it too much as I hate when a small problem gets really really big bcs people keep making it big although it’s just a minor problem (I’m so sorry if you don’t understand T^T). I’m kind, polite and pretty mature but not too mature as I don’t want my adolescent to go to waste. Therefore I try my best to loosen and up and relax! If I were to go on an outing with my friends and they’re being noisy and loud in public, instead of telling them to quiet down, I’ll leave them there so I don’t get embarrassed 🗿. I hate creating a scene in public. I’m not a fan of popularity unless it’s for a good cause. Therefore, I’m a private person with around 15 people in my circle and I enjoy it this way :) I’m also very passionate in what I do. I’m very ambitious and my hogwarts house is syltherin. I know what I’m doing as for now and I love to plan ahead so it won’t be chaotic. I’m 100% a leader and my personality is very dominant. However when it comes to relationships, I’m 100% the submissive (or switch? I’m not sure) one bcs I am very shy to actually initiate anything. My preference in a partner is someone who’s dominant and he wouldn’t mind losing for me. If I were to be an animal, I’d be a wolf or a tiger but as for my partner, I’d like him to be a wolf or a lion but deep down he’s just a bear 🥰. I also prefer guys who aren’t loud, like quiet guys but not too quiet. Ones who talk when they need to, as I’m not rly fond of people who talk a lot a lot. It can be quite annoying and I’ll probably end up accidentally hurting them. I’m so sorry if this is too long bcs I think I went overboard. Thank you so much and have a nice day :D

Alright, thank you so much for this request, and thank you for being patient with me! I'm glad I got a nice long request to get back into the jist of things! And I never like to assume, but I feel like I've been bugging you, so I'm gonna assume you were requesting tulips-

anyhoo, without further ado (lol that rhymes)

Rion's Flower Shop! Today we have Tulips! I match you up with

Kuroo Tetsuro

relationship dynamic

- its actually quite nice! A perfect balance of similarities and opposites!

- and those said opposites are harmonious!

- you guys are both admirable leaders in your own way, and can often cooperate together, and despite different approaches, reach the same goal

- both of you are really confident in your talents and areas and you use that a lot to your advantages

- he's lowkey scared of your poker face but will never admit it

- despite this, the little perks and habits the two of you have are quite amusing

- he still struggles to see how tf you get work done when you procrastinate so much, but is honestly amazed by it

- and the competitiveness you share drive the 2 of you to keep moving forward

- it's always nice to have someone supportive of you (and you 2 are, don't get me wrong) but it's also nice to have some friendly banter and competition, whether it be over music, which teams are better, opinions, which food type is best, etc.

- it keeps you two on your toes

- and (as I mentioned earlier), although the two of you can keep going back and forth, you can also lean on each other, and trust one another for support.

- he can count on you to show up to some of his games and you can count on him to have your back you want to try something new or show him your hobbies

- you guys are also there emotionally, he will always be there watching your back, and cheering you up or proving people wrong after particularly harsh, uncalled for comments, because he knows how you really are and that those people are talking bs :)

- and you do the same for him, to cheer him up, let him know he's a good captain and friend. And although he doesn't show it as much when he's older, he still gets nervous in social situations and he can count on you to be a constant in new areas

What you guys do together/ What's it like with them

- this can either be the most fun relationship or the most comforting, laid back one ever!

- and honestly both are good choices

- neither of you really want to lose your childhood, cause you only get it once

- so it's not uncommon to try out new hobbies or experience new things together to make the most of this time you have

- there are a lot of firsts with him because of that

- he doesn't mind having fun out in public, like that's the point of going out to him, but he also agrees with not wanting to cause trouble, one) that shit's embarrassing 2) he knows it'll make you, himself, and others uncomfortable, so there's really no need to do something uncalled for

- however, despite all the fun of childhood, it's also good to have calm, quiet moments in certain relationships, such as this one

- he doesn't mind, and actually quite enjoys indoor dates, like studying together or watching your favorite movies/shows

- that gives him a chance to be and focus on you only, and maybe get to know you better

- no matter what you do, you two have a silent understanding of what you enjoy, don't enjoy, and what each others needs and wants are

- and he also understands how you might not like to initiate things, he can understand to a degree

- for a while it's a matter of who will make the first move, but once he gets comfortable, he won't mind initiating it for you :D

What they like about you

- he likes your overall personality tbh

- how you can be so laid back yet confident at the same time

- yet also sweet and nice to others

- it's a nice mixture where he doesn't need to force his personality out and express everything that comes his way, but he also doesn't need to shrink to avoid overwhelming you

- and although he likes to take the charge, he likes that you can be dominant at times too, sometimes he'd rather just leave things to you, because he knows he'll like what you like

- it also feels easy for him to talk to you

- he doesn't know why but he finds himself expressing his opinions and sharing things he'd usually keep guarded with you, because he trusts you enough to understand and not share with others

- overall, its the understanding for him :)

- and he's taking this to the grave, but he's also a firm believer that slytherins should stick together

alrighty, to be completely honest, idk how I did on this one, so please, if you did not like the style of writing or the character I matched you up with, please let me know! I will gladly rewrite it for you!

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo headcanons #kuroo hcs #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x reader #haikyuu matchups #oririon flowershop event #damn did i really forget my own tag-

[kiraskye]

Honeymoon on the Waves pt. 4

(pts. 1-3 and 5 are linked bellow)

TV Show: Once Upon a Time

Characters: Emma Swan and Killian Jones

pt. 4 rating: pg-15

Disclaimer: Language and a mostly non-graphic sex scene. I don’t own these characters.

Setting: Takes place on the Jolly Roger in between seasons 6 and 7.

Note: ————— indicates change in point of view.

A few days into their honeymoon, the weather had warmed up a bit. A light breeze blew across the deck as the Jolly Roger approached a small vacant island. The water was deep and crystal clear. Killian was at the wheel and Emma was laying in the sun, reading a book.

Killian looked over at the island, “We should set anchor here for the afternoon Swan, I bet the water is warm. We could go for a swim if you’d like.” He was dying of heat in his black leather pants and craved the cold water on his skin.

Emma moved her sunglasses onto the bridge of her nose to get a better look at a shirtless Killian, “Did you even bring a swimsuit? It seems to me that the majority of space in your suitcase was dedicated to bottles of rum.”

“And whose the one that has drunk more rum so far on this trip? I believe the answer is you lass, and for your information I did bring a swimsuit. Even though I don’t get the point of the infernal thing. It’s so much more fun to go without it,” Killian suggestively raised his left eyebrow at Emma.

Emma rolled her eyes jokingly, “Well I wouldn’t complain if you wanted to do that.”

Killian leaned up against the wheel, “But if I were to do that, it would only be fair if you went swimming without your bathing garmentish thingy as well.”

“It’s called a bikini Killian, and don’t you like it? It’s red, and I know you love me in red.” Emma set her book down and stared at Killian with a seductive look in her eyes. Killian did love the small fabric on her body she called a bikini. It excentuated her breasts. His eyes traveled over her body.

Killian started to prepare the anchor, “I love you in anything Swan, but I especially love when you’re not in anything.”

“Well, guess it was a waste of money to buy this bikini for our honeymoon then if you’d be even happier seeing me in nothing.”

Killian walked towards Emma and leaned down to kiss her, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the suit. I just can’t wait to take it off of your ravishing body.” He ran his hook along her back before standing back up and walking over to the railing to throw the ladder over the side of the ship.

Emma smiled coyly, “Well then go finish anchoring the ship or whatever so we can go swimming.”

She looked Killian up and down as he lowered the anchor. Killian could feel her eyes on him. After he was done, he walked back over to Emma who had flipped over onto her stomach. He lowered himself right over Emma’s back, holding his body up with his arms. Killian kissed her back and shoulders slowly. Emma relaxed at his touch, soothed by his lips on her sunkissed skin. He ran his strong calloused hands over her waist and back, fingertips tugging at her bikini string. Her top fell away, her back bare. Emma turned her face to the side, her eyes closed, “Can you grab some more sunscreen Killian? I don’t want to burn.”

Grabbing the bottle of sunscreen, Killian squirted some into his hands, “I still don’t get the point of this. I’ve been out on the seas for centuries, and I’ve never needed any of this stuff before.” He then whispered in her ear, “But I do love putting it on your body my love, any reason for me to touch you Swan, I... fucking... love.”

“Sunscreen keeps you from burning Killian. That way you don’t have to worry about covering your skin all the time, so you don’t always have to wear a full on leather coat and pants when you’re on the sea. And I do love it when you wear less clothes.”

Killian rubbed the lotion into her back slowly, kneading out the knots in her shoulders as he went. Emma let out a soft moan as the tension escaped her body, Killian did all he could to resist getting overly excited by the sounds escaping her lips. He put more sunscreen in his hands and moved down to Emma’s legs, massaging it into her thighs and calves.

“Flip my love,” Killian instructed. Emma turned over so that Killian hovered right over her bare chest. He kissed her lightly before coating the rest of her body in a thin layer lotion. He went quickly because he was just about ready to take her right then and there, despite the fact that he had just ravished her earlier that morning. “All done Swan. What do you say? Ready for a dip?” He helped Emma to her feet, breathing in deeply to calm his arousal.

“Aye aye Captain,” Emma said jokingly as she ran her finger over his hook seductively. Unlacing his pants as he walked to the ships railing, Killian slid out of them with ease and left them lying on the deck. He climbed up on the railing, looked at Emma, and jumped overboard, to her terror. She ran to the railing, fear plastered on her face.

“What the hell Killian!?” Emma shouted at the pirate as his head popped back up above water, “You could have died jumping from this height.”

“Years of practice Swan, I know my ship well. Come on down here love.” Killian motioned for her to join him.

Still annoyed at Killian for scaring her but incredibly hot standing in the sunshine, Emma slipped out of her bikini bottoms and used her magic to lower herself down to the surface where Killian treaded water. Splashing down into the water lightly, Emma swatted Killian’s shoulder, “No more scaring me on our honeymoon Killian.”

Killian wrapped his good arm around Emma, pressing her backwards into the ladder leading up to his ship, “I’m sorry my love. I didn’t mean to worry you.” He kissed her neck lightly, supporting their weight by hooking his hook into the ladder above them. Now that they were in the water, he had no qualms about giving into his need for her.

Jokingly Emma splashed him with water before wiggling out of his arms and diving under the surface. Killian dove in after her, hungry with desire for her. The water was clear enough for Killian to see Emma’s body underwater. He chased her through the waves and caught up to her just as she reached a point where they could stand. He caught her up in his arms and spun her around. She laughed, he loved the sound of her laugh. Her hair was wet and messy, her skin glistened, beads of water rolling down her face. He kissed her deeply, she tasted of salt. He assumed he did as well. Killian’s hand roamed lazily over her body, his desire for her growing.

Emma broke their kiss and jokingly asked, “Is sex all you think about Killian? Half of our honeymoon we’ve spent all over each other.”

Worried that he was being too needy, Killian responded, “We don’t just have sex. We also sleep and drink rum... and occasionally do other activities. Like today you read a book and yesterday we fished and...”

“Killian!” Emma stopped his rambling, “I was kidding. It’s our honeymoon. We’re supposed to be... well.... fucking as much as we want.”

Killian let out a groan, “I love it when you curse Swan.” He spun her around once more, making her laugh again, “Brings out the pirate in you.” Killian picked Emma up in his arms and carried her through the waves up towards the beach.

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Out of breath from the swim over, Emma breathed in deeply. She knew she should be cold, the water may have been warm, but Killian held her above the waves. The sea breeze blew over her bare body, but all she could feel was Killian’s hot skin against hers. She moved one of her hands from his neck to his face and brought the other to his hair. Emma ran her fingers through his dark wet hair and leaned in to kiss him. She ran her tounge across his closed bottom lip. Getting the message, Killian opened his mouth, their tounges fighting for dominance. Emma could hear Killian’s feet on the soft damp sand as they reached the edge of the water.

Without a thought, she magicked a blanket from the Jolly Roger onto the sand about 10 feet away. Killian saw the blanket and carried Emma over to it, he pulled his lips slowly away from hers. She groaned in desperation as he laid her gently onto the blanket, missing the contact of their lips on one another.

Killian proped himself above her, connecting their lips once again. There was no need for sensual foreplay, all Emma needed was Killian. Her eyes flew wide open as Killian lowered himself into her. She felt complete with him, undeniably whole. Emma had never felt that way with any man before Killian, not even Neal. Her and Killian’s relationship wasn’t destined like her parent’s relationship was. It wasn’t easy. They had to fight for it, and they had won.

They moved as one. The fit together like pieces of a puzzle, longing to be connected. Their sexual relationship was often rough and adventurous, but it wasn’t always like that. Sometimes, like in this moment, they were vulnerable with each other. One being, sharing their deepest secrets. Embraced in a moment of love. Emma ran her fingers over the scars on Killian’s back. Each one told a story. She felt his pain, his regret, his passion, his love. They both had pasts. They had a common understanding that neither of them would fully know the extent of the others past, but in this shared moment, it was if they could understand one another’s history. Accepting and embracing the good and the bad.

At the same moment, they both fell over the edge. Releasing all of the pain, all of the regret of the past. Left with the love they had for each other. None of the history mattered. Not when they were together. They collapsed on the blanket exhausted, not just from the act of having sex, but also from the release of emotions. Sex between her and Killian was always meaningful, but it was the moments like this that stuck in Emma’s mind. The ones where they had shared their hearts and souls with one another.

Emma laid her hand on Killian’s chest, breathing heavily. She closed her eyes and curled her body up next to his. The sun still shone on them, but a shiver ran through her whole body. Killian wrapped her up in his arms, cradling her to his chest. “Are you cold my love?” Killian asked, rubbing his hands over her body to warm her up.

“Just a little.” Emma tried unsuccessfully to stop her teeth from chattering, not wanting to ruin the moment.

“Why don’t you magic us up to the ship, then I can get you some clothes and a blanket.” Emma waved her hand and they and the blanket were back on the Jolly Roger. Killian walked off towards his cabin, “I’ll be right back.” Emma wrapped herself in the light blanket, waiting for Killian’s return.

He returned quickly with his boxers on, a bundle of blankets in his arms, and one of his navy blue button downs hanging from his hook. He slowly dried Emma off with the blanket wrapped around her shoulders, then discarded it. Wrapping his shirt around her, he buttoned it up slowly, kissing every inch of her skin as he went. Emma loved the way he took care of her. She sat down on the steps, and Killian placed a new warm blanket around her. He sat down on the step next to her, taking her hand in his. Snuggling close to her under the blanket, he kissed her forehead lightly. She relaxed into his arms.

“I love all of you, my princess Swan.”

“And I you, my pirate Killian.”

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[everything-person]

Little Red Riding OH!

A/N: another Captain Swan Halloween fanfic. First time writing a fanfic that is intended to be smutty so please bare with me. Hope you enjoy.

Summary: Emma's friend Ruby convinces her to go to a costume party where she just so happens to be in matching costumes with non other the Killian Jones.

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Emma shot upright at the sound of banging on her door. Rubbing her neck she looked over her desk at the open book and scattered papers. She fell asleep while doing homework again. The banging that woke her started again.

“Emma. I know you're in there.” BANG BANG BANG “Open up.”

With a groan Emma pushed up from her desk, moved her way through her apartment to the front door. She opened it to find her friend Ruby dressed in a very revealing and bright outfit.

Emma used the door to proper herself up before asking, “Ruby. What the hell are you wearing?”

“I’m wearing my costume for the party.” Ruby said marching into Emma's apartment.

Emma followed her with her eye, her eyebrows furrowed. “And what the hell are you suppose to be?”

Ruby turned back to her placing her hands on her hips. “I’m Goldilocks.” she says pointing to the little bear sewn onto the corner of her skirt.

“Riiight. Well I don’t have any porridge for you so why don’t you try the bear down the hall.”

“Emma. We are going to a Halloween Party tonight,” Ruby said stubbornly.

Emma finally pushed off the door allowing it to close. “I’m not going,” she muttered as she made her way to her couch, plopping down on it.

Ruby came to stand right in front of her, “Emma come on. I have your costume right here. Go get dress.”

“I’m not going. And I don’t even want to know whats in that bag.”

“Come on Emma. It’ll be fun. You haven't gone out in forever.”

Emma rolled her eyes, “I’m just busy with school.”

“Another reason to go. You need a break, you need to let loose and have fun. You remember fun right?”

Emma gave Ruby a look causing Ruby to throw her hands in the air. “Okay if you go tonight I won’t drag you to the next two parties.”

“Really?”

“Really. Come on Emma. It’ll be fun. Everyone is going, a ton of hot guys are gonna be there. Plus there is free booze and free food,” Ruby said holding out the bag that contained Emmas costume.

Emma jumped up from the couch and grabbed the bag. “Fine. I’ll go.”

Ruby studied Emma for a moment before saying, “I could have said free food and you would have agreed right away.”

“Yup but now you promise to leave me at home for the next two parties so you can’t take it back.” Emma ran off to her room to get dressed before Ruby could argue.  

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Ruby and Emma pulled up to a house filled with disgusting monsters and half dressed witches. Every room had a ghost and bats hanging from the ceiling, spiders crawling on every wall, and every window held a pumpkin each with their own uniquely craved face. Music flowed through the air mixing with bursts of laughter and random chatter. 

“Hello ladies,” purred a voice behind them as they made their way through the swarm of people. 

Emma turned to the source of the voice, after appraising them, “The Mad Hatter how original however did you come up with the idea?”

Jefferson Hatter gave one of his famous smiles at her snark, “Says the woman who apparently lost her way to grandmothers house.”

“Great costume for a great party Jefferson,” Ruby interjected on their banter.

“Thank you Ruby. You are looking ravishing tonight as well.”

“More like looking to get ravished,” Ruby flirted. 

Jeffersons eyes trailed up and down her body then smirked, “Maybe that can be arranged.” His tongue darted across his lips before he continued, “But for now enjoy the festivities. Bathrooms are down that hall and upstairs, dance floor is through there, and backyard has some extra fun.” 

“Where is food?”

Jefferson laughed before pointing in the direction of the kitchen and bar. “Go fill up your basket with all the treats you desire.”

Emma turned and follow the direction his hand was point in, Ruby close behind her. 

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His eyes followed her as soon as she stepped through the front door. White cloth held her breast with a black corset wrapped around her, accentuating her curves. Her red skirt flowed as she walked, stopping at mid thigh allowing for her thigh high stockings to start leading down her deliciously long leggings. She wore a red cloak with a hood framing her face and complimenting her body instead of hiding her way.

“Jones!”

Killian was snapped out of his sirens song by fellow party attendant August. Killian took in his costume, he was dressed in leather jacket, dark jeans, and leather gloves with a red scarf wrapped around his neck. 

“What the hell are you suppose to be?”

August held up the bat, Killian didn’t notice, before answering, “I’m Negan. From the Walking Dead.”

Killian lifted his glass of rum to his lips before looking back at his red delight. She was now speaking with the host of this party. August followed Killian gaze letting out a whistle. 

“Damn.” 

Killian shot a glare at the man standing next to him, in the corner of his eye he saw Emma was on the move again. He excused himself then made his way through the crowd. He found her in the kitchen, he couldn’t take his eyes off her as she bit down on a chocolate covered strawberry. He was about to make his way toward her when a squealing flash of red hair darted past him. 

“Hey Killian, enjoying the party?” Elsa asked as she passed him making her way to her sister and best friend.

He watched the friends talk for a moment before heading outside. He went to a window that looks out onto the backyard. His heart dropped at the sight of Emma talking to a huntsman. 

‘Ugh, what were the odds?’ He thought to himself. Taking a deep breath he steeled himself. Tonight the big bad wolf will get red riding hood one way or another.

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After a couple rounds of beer pong Ruby decided she wanted to go in to dance. Pulling Emma with her back through the house until the land on the dance floor. They dance to the beat, swaying close together. If their movements were a little suggestive they’ll blame the alcohol. No one seemed to mind the show.

As they danced Emma felt a claw snake around her waist and a chest press against her back. 

“Seems you’ve lost your way Little Red,” a voice growled in her ear. “You should be more careful. There are all manners of beast lurking around and being dressed as you are is dangerous.”

“Maybe. I’m looking for a little danger,” Emma purred back. She felt her partner growl deep in his chest. Just as quickly as he appeared he vanished back into the crowd leaving Emma feeling cold. 

Emma turned back to find Ruby found her own dance partners. See that her friend would be busy she decided to head to the kitchen to pour herself another drink. It was late in the evening and everyone had more than there fare to drink. After being shoved, bumped into and had her ass smacked more than she cared for, Emma decided to find solace upstairs.

After climbing the stairs she found herself in a hallway holding doors with different sorts of decorations. She approached one that was covered in police tap reaching for the handle.

“I don’t think you’ll find your grandmother in there.”

Emma jumped back at the sudden sound of the voice. She turned to see none other than Killian Jones. He was dressed in a grey pinstripe suit complete with fedora. One would think he was dress as an old school gangster if it weren’t for the wolf ears coming out of his hat, having paws instead of hands and tail poking out from behind him.

“And I believe the three little pigs live down the street.”

Killian chuckled taking a couple steps closer, “I’m not in the mood for pork.”

His eyes traced her body, his tongue darting across his lips. A pleasant shiver ran down Emma's spine.

“What are you doing so far from your friends?”

“Ruby found herself another dance partner.” Emma shrugged, “I also had a needed some space away from wandering hands.”

Concern flashed in Killians eyes, “Did you find yourself in the arms of an unwanted dance partner?”

Emma smirked, “No actually it was after my dance partner left me that I found I only wanted his hands on me.”

Killian face quickly turned from one of concern to a smolder. “Oh?”

“What about you Jones? Big Bad Wolf need to catch his breath?”

“Actually,” he reached a paw up to scratch the spot behind his ear, “seems we are in the same ship. I came up here to hide from a rather frisky Rapunzel.”

Emma quirked an eyebrow, “The Big Bad Wolf is scared of a little princess?”

“No. But because of her I had to leave my dance partner wanting.”

“Oh I thought it was because you couldn’t handle a little danger.” Emma swayed closer to him. 

“Perhaps you’re the one who can’t handle it.” Killian took a step toward her. 

Their breaths mingled together, her shirt just brushing his jacket. Both of them watching each other, waiting to see who would move first. The party down stairs all but forgotten. 

Emma broke the spell by grabbing the lapels of his suit and surging forward. Their mouths clashed together in a fiery kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. They broke apart for air only for a moment then Killian recaptured Emma's lips. 

One of his paws was grippingly the back of her hood while the other reached for the doorknob next to them. Throwing the door open he lead her inside what he hoped was an empty bedroom. Closing the door he pressed Emma up against it. She popped open his jacket, Killian allowed it and his paws to fall on the floor before gripping her body to his. Tearing his mouth away from her, his lips trailed down her neck kissing the tops of her breasts before making his way back up to her ear. 

“I’m going to take you against this door-”

Emma let out a breathy, “no.” 

Causing Killian to stop his actions, he picked up his head looking into her eyes. She saw the question in them and smiled.

“We’re going by the book.” She lifted up her skirt revealing the white lace thong she was wearing, “You’re going to eat me.”

Not having to be told twice Killian lowered himself so he was eye level with his Halloween treat. He taunted her, starting at the top of her stocking he kissed a trail up to where she wanted him before moving down the other thigh. 

Emma moaned and whithered in anticipation above him. Having enough of his teasing she gripped his head and lead him to where she desperately needed him.  

Killian, able to take a hint, dove right in. He worked his tongue into her cunt, alternating between long slow strokes and quick flicks. He sucked on her clit savor if the taste of her nectar. Emma's hand gripping the back of his head egged him, working faster to bring her to climax.

Emma moaned biting her lip. She was a little surprised how eager Killian was. But you wouldn’t find her complain. She let out a small gasp, “Fuck. I knew that mouth was good for something.”

When Killian tried to pull his mouth away to respond Emma’s hand held him in place. He continued working his tongue over her cunt. Feeling her legs shake he wrapped one around his shoulder his hand groping her ass as his tongue went deeper into her cunt.

The louder she got the closer he knew she was to climax. With one last swipe off his tongue she fell over the edge. Killian continued licking her as she rode out her first orgasm. Once the last wave of pleasure ripples through her body he placed a kiss on her thigh before letting it drop off his shoulder.

He kept a tight grip on her as he stood. Placing gentle kisses along her neck across her cheek finally reaching her lips. Unlike the first one, that was filled with fire and desperation, this kiss was filled emotion and longing.

Emma wasn’t ready for that. The only emotion she could handle right now was lust. Nibbling on Killians bottom lip as her hands traveled down his body. She palmed at the bulge in his pants causing him to groan. Pulling back slightly she said, “I think it’s your turn.”

Emma shoved him backwards. Killian continued to walk back until his legs hit the mattress. Emma knelt between his legs, popping the button on his pants and pulling down the zipper with her teeth. Sliding his cock out of his pants she smiled looking up at him, “No wonder your called the BIG Bad Wolf.”

She licked his cock from base to tip, swirling her tongue around his head before swallowing his cock whole. She bobbed her head up and down his large shaft, hallowing out her cheeks for increased pleasure.

After a minute or two Killian couldn’t take it anymore. He gripped her hair wanking her mouth off him. “If you don’t stop we won’t be able to get to the main event.”

Emma smiles raising herself up she captured his lips again. “Fuck me,” she breathed against his lips.

Killian flipped her onto her stomach on the bed. Emma raised herself so her ass was in the air. He gripped her hips, admiring her supple ass, biting down on her right cheek before standing up straight. He lined his cock up with her entrance then thrusting in. He filled her completely.

Giving her a moment to adjust to the intrusion he began to thrust into her. He gradually grew with speed soon he was pounding her into the mattress. Emma was meeting him thrust for thrust. The air was filled with their moans as they fucked each other.

Feeling close to his orgasm he reached his hand around Emma’s hips, fingering her clit. Within minutes they both hit their climax. Killian continued to thrust riding out their orgasm before colasping next to Emma on the bed.

Both breathing heavily try to regain their composure. Killian was the first to speak.

“That was...” Killian trailed off finding it difficult to describe what just happened.

“A one time thing.” Emma finished his sentence as she pushed herself off the bed. Adjusting her costume she made her way to the door.

“Wait a couple minutes before you go back down. And don’t forget your jacket.” She said as pulled open the door to leave. Before she had a chance to close it she heard Killian call out, “As you wish.”

Shaking off the deeper meaning of those three words she headed back downstairs to the party. Anna, dressed as Daphne from Scooby-Doo, came running up to her her basket in her hands.

“Emma I found your basket. I filled it with more goodies for you. Where have you been? We’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Thanks,” Emma took back her little basket now filled with party treats. “I was just in the bathroom.”

“Oh well come on.” Anna grabbed her wrist and pulled her along.

Killian reaches the top of the stairs. Fixing his jacket he watched Emma being pulled by the red head disappearing into the crowd. When she became lost in the ocean of party goers he became more determined to make sure tonight was not a “one time thing.”

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A/N: Okay so not the best but at least I got it done by Halloween so HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

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The Voyages Of Ker'Tak and Skye Episode 2: Departure

Now, Ker'Tak and Skye had gotten along for quite awhile. Not six months ago had Ker'Tak's ship arrived on Earth, and not six months ago had the Human Skye befriended Ker'Tak in a rather peculiar way.

On instinct, they got along. In logic, that wasn't always the case.

"Ker'Tak, I honestly don't get it! Why can't they talk to one another and get it over with?" Human Skye asked during her training with her new phaser.

"Stay focused!" Ker'Tak called, "If you do not pass this exam, they will not allow you on the Starship."

"I am focused!" Skye called back as she shot down the rest of the targets. Her accuracy was lethal, "I just want to understand what makes this conflict tick."

"Very good," Ker'Tak complimented Skye, who was more impatient than ever, "This conflict is especially important because of the prey-predator relationship between the two species. One greatly fears the other, while the other wishes strict dominance and is bargaining for a one-sided agreement."

"So prey can't stand up to predator, predator wants to take advantage of that fear?" Skye asked as she holstered her phaser.

"Precisely," Ker'Tak nodded as she approached them.

"Ah, you see that makes more sense," Skye nodded as she registered her weapon and her personelle code into the computer.

Ker'Tak nodded as they made their way to the medbay, where each Skye was being taught medicine under Ker'Tak.

They had watched her take to the practice quiet easily, memorizing and practicing diagnoses, learning symptoms, performing low-risk surgeries, learning anatomy and biological factors.

Ker'Tak was rather proud of bringing this youngling into the feild of medical sciences.

Skye was quietly taking on one of the greatest mysterious illnesses of the Universe, one that plagued the Si'Nain's.

"Ker'Tak," A week seemed to fly by, "Ker'Tak come look at this," Skye was inviting them over to look into a petri dish she had grown for the week.

"Is this what you've been working on?" Ker'Tak peered over their student's shoulder.

"Yep, it looks more like a bacterial infection rather than a virus as you suspected. The rate of reproduction and the number of colonies suggests it's airborne. It's possible to take care of it with a few antibiotics, but which kind would be most effective?" Skye started theorizing.

"Erm, Human Skye?" Ker'Tak got her attention just as she got up to pace, "If we've been treating this as a viral infection, it's possible humans may be at risk to catch this. We've been administering a vaccine for it."

Skye looked over and shrugged.

"Actually, I had the shot, turns out that it's one of our kinds stomach flora, very rarely can it hurt us, so we'll feel little affect, and as soon as I can draw up an antibacterial that won't hurt Si'Nains, I daresay it'll hardly be a problem anymore," Skye chuckled as she continued to pace, "In fact, with your antivirals, and our antibacterials, we may have found the solution to 85% of illnesses within the Universe, at least for the time being."

Ker'Tak nodded, "You never seem to focus on the details, everything is in a bigger picture. You humans perplex me.."

Skye looked up.

"Well, yea. If I were constantly focused on the details, I might miss what the bigger picture might have to show me, or what I could learn from other peices of the picture," Skye explained, "It's better to have a balance. To see the bigger picture and to focus on the details, but never selecting one in complete priority over the other."

Ker'Tak nodded, understandably a bit baffled by Skye's untimely wisdom. After all, she was 17 Earth years. Yet still oddly wise for her age, even in comparison to Ker'Tak. Although approximately 457 Earth Years old, Ker'Tak was the equivalent of a teenager in Si'Nain society.

The two left the lab, talking rather excitedly too, about possible cures, human medicine, Si'Nain cures, life cycles, wise "crack" wisdom.

They passed by other human volunteers, and in an instant Skye would say Hello, then return to her present conversation with Ker'Tak.

Ker'Tak happily listened to her ramble about the endless possibilities of the medical feild, now armed with knowledge that was far beyond her species' own.

"I mean, we could cure cancer! Stop HIV, end most chronic illnesses! Cure allergies!" Skye laughed heartily, "It's an open ocean of possibility Ker'Tak!"

Skye's laughter pinged in Ker'Tak's mind as a happy thing, loud and full.

"So, Human Skye, we disembark from Earth in approximately two Earth days, have you packed all your things?" Ker'Tak changed topics as this moving away from home was weighing on Skye's mind.

"Yep! Everything's already in my new quarters! The Captain said it was surprising how fast I was ready to move out. Honestly I need a change in scenery anyways!" Skye chirped rather cheerful.

Ker'Tak nodded mindfully waiting as Skye jumped ahead. A unique trait in humans was the oddly boundless impatience. Ker'Tak would have to add that to the manual.

She was relentlessly helpful, and open with the crew. Some found her honesty quite alarming, but Skye's endless innocent gaze got them to follow suit.

The departure from Earth was bittersweet for Skye.

"This opens up a new chapter in my life, Ker'Tak. Ooooh! I can't wait to see the stars up close!" Skye's excitement reflected in her squeal-speak.

Ker'Tak chuckled at the enthusiasm. Skye had spirit they had never seen before, they could admit that.

It took 3 months to sort 95% of human issues in space out, and outside of the rough introduction to life star-side, Skye was getting the hang of things.

She soon surpassed Ker'Tak in knowledge and ability, but refused a rank higher than theirs at every offer.

"I may be smart, but I still have plenty to learn from Ker'Tak! Plus, they're a great teacher, and much wiser than I am!" Skye would use the same excuses, even if most of them were no longer true.

So why does she stay? Ker'Tak found themselves pondering, She can't be that naive, can she? I told her everything about the High Council, and she's in her prime to rise to the top of the Council.

"Ker'Tak?" Skye's voice came over the comm. She sounded scared, almost in some kind of pain, "Could you come to my quarters please?"

"On my way," Ker'Tak responded strictly, walking down the halls of the ship post-haste.

They arrived to an open door, and a pained groaning coming from within. The lights above flickered, and torn fabric was strewn about.

"Human Skye?" Ker'Tak called upon entry into the dark room.

"Ker'Tak?" Skye's voice weakly drifted from her bed chamber, "Help.."

Ker'Tak hurried into the room, seeing Skye holding her arm, and tears running down her cheeks as another man stood in front of her.

Ker'Tak called for security.

"YOU BITCH! YOU SAID HE WOULDN'T CALL!" The man hit Skye with a blade, angry and hateful thoughts filled his mind.

This wild rage towards the wounded Skye insulted Ker'Tak. They watched as the man knocked Skye out, and as this stranger turned towards Ker'Tak.

"YOU BASTARD!" The man was clearly drunken, but Ker'Tak paid no mind to this fact. In fact, they felt an inexplicable need to protect young Skye. Ker'Tak felt...Close to her, in some way, as a friend. They had felt this pack bond to her grow stronger over the past nine months, as they had to come to know her on a personal level one would save for family, lovers, even, in Si'Nain society.

Skye was like Ker'Tak's little sister at this point.

Ker'Tak drew up his personal defensive weapon (PDW), and readied themselves for the man's attack.

The man swung low, striking Ker'Tak along his abdomen with the blade. Ker'Tak opened fire and stunned the man.

The thud of the man's body called attention to the room.

Ker'Tak carefully took up the unconscious Skye in their arms, muttering to themselves on how naive Skye had been to trust an inebriated man like that.

She shuddered in their arms as security came and took the man to a holding cell for the evening.

"Skye, you've got to stop being so-" Ker'Tak stopped talking. Something heavy was on Skye's mind, they could feel it in their sudden change in pitch.

"Please, just..Take me to the medbay," She whimpered. Ker'Tak felt their face go hot, enraged now.

The human concept of revenge is far from what Ker'Tak would call their next set of actions.

The Captain stared down the Doctor.

"You could have slaughtered that man," The Captian started harshly, "Doctor Ker'Tak, tell me what provoked such violent transgression against Human Gabriel."

Ker'Tak stood at attention. They weren't sure how to word this. So they reported the incident before the further harm of Gabriel.

The Captain perked up in interest upon learning of Gabriel's transgressions against Skye and Ker'Tak. The Captain sighed and nodded.

"I understand. Ker'Tak, you cannot take justice like that into your own hands. You are a Doctor, and although you have every right to defend yourself and your student, next time leave the reprimands and punishments of such crimes to me. Revenge is reckless," The Captain let Ker'Tak off with a warning, "This will not be going on your record, but please, refrain from such actions in the future."

Ker'Tak nodded, and thanked the Captain before being dismissed from the room.

Ker'Tak returned to the Medbay, the dull throbbing in their abdomen warning them that they would need another regenerate soon.

They pushed it out of their mind as they saw a frazzled human Skye trying to keep up with everything headed her way.

Ker'Tak took her by the shoulders and carefully leaned down. She froze, suddenly terrified.

"It's just me, Human Skye," Ker'Tak noticed her breathing get noticeably easier.

"Ah, thank god. Another regenerate right?" Skye asked them.

"Yes," Ker'Tak nodded and Skye handed them the injector.

She walked away, trying to keep herself busy. Being hurt the way she had just been wasn't something so easily brushed aside.

"Skye, take your break," Ker'Tak offered. She shook her head.

"No, I have to do better. I need to keep it together and to keep going. This is just a bad day. I can get over it," Skye sounded like she was lying to herself.

Ker'Tak shook their head, looking down at the bandages wrapped around her arms, and the bruises showing up on her face.

Ker'Tak walked over, picked Skye up from where she was standing, laid her down on a cot, and sat beside her.

"Rest. You're badly hurt. And dehydrated from all the crying," Ker'Tak scolded Skye half heartedly.

Skye sat there a moment, then reluctantly rolled onto her side. Quickly, she found herself dozing into a restless sleep, terrified and on edge..

Until the warmth of a friendly hug from behind calmed her down.

The first true lesson Ker'Tak kept in mind from that evening?

Not even humans can always trust those of their own kind, and all will resort to violence to either protect themselves or get what they want. Si'Nians were lucky they found a teenager to make first contact with.

Fear, hatred and ignorance are the enemy.

-High Council of Planets Rule Of Conduct #10

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