#mob fiction

[the-andromeda-effect]

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TW - abuse mention, violence mention, injury mention, mental trauma, ptsd

Caliban had taken many women to his bed the first night he’d met them, and that was the only night they’d spent together.  Some he’d dated for a while before becoming sexual.  None of those had ever brought about the conflict that he currently felt with Adira as she returned to the bathroom to finish changing.  It was not that there was not the physical desire for her, or that he knew that it would be far more than one night with her, but rather that the physical was so far less important at the moment than making sure that she felt safe and secure mentally and emotionally.  The other could wait, and he would wait, because he knew how wounded she was in all ways. He did not want to add to that in any way; certainly not if there was a chance of losing the way she looked at him by rushing or pushing for anything.  Whenever her eyes and his met, there was something that he could not describe within them, something that awoke a part of him that hadn’t been touched before, and he was finding he liked it.  

When Adira was once more behind a closed door, she leaned against it, holding the PJ pants to her as her heart thudded within her chest.  She had no idea what had made her so bold as to walk over to Caliban like that and just assume he would welcome her touch upon his bare skin and her help in disrobing.  It hadn’t been until she had actually been in the act of doing it that her brain had kicked in.  By then it had been too late and the only thing she felt she could do was continue, and now she was thankful that she had.  Just his initial response of covering her forearms and hands with his own had almost made her knees give way in relief and also a warm and safe sensation that had flooded her whole body.  She craved him in a way that she had never craved Mircea, in a way that she couldn’t even put into words. It wasn't blind lust, it was something deeper. 

From the day that she had met Mircea, she had known that they would be married.  It was why her father had introduced them.  Also from that day, she had alway tried to garner his approval, to please him, to make him proud, to elicit praise.  He had at least pretended in the beginning to be somewhat fond of her and that her efforts were more than enough.  The lack of overt affection understandable due to theirs being an arranged marriage, but it was one he seemed to desire, something that still confused her with how things eventually went.  However, the longer their relationship went, the more it was obvious that she was not who he wanted and that her efforts would never achieve the results that she hoped for.  She had still tried, no matter how many times she failed to live up to standards he seemed to change on a whim.  Up until the day she had been kidnapped, she had relentlessly tried.

Caliban was completely different from Mircea in every conceivable way.  One could say that their marriage was no less arranged than hers with Mircea had been.  It was not built on love, but an agreement to provide for her and keep her safe.  The difference was that even in the beginning of her relationship with Mircea she had not felt as safe and secure with him, nor had she felt as accepted.  Then there was something about the way that she felt when she was held in Caliban’s arms, the way just his voice calmed any fear or anxiety in her, the look in his eyes when he looked at her, his gentle and soothing touch when she was upset or hurting - it was all so new to her;  at the same time, it was like what she had always been looking for in the past, but never found.  

It was in wondering how he had not found a wife previously, with everything he had already shown her of who he was, that Adira came upon the thought that made her stomach turn: what if there were other women he was in a relationship with when he had saved her?  Could she do that again?  Could her heart take other women also being in a relationship from someone other than Mircea?  If there were, could she even do a fake marriage?  Her breath caught and her heart burned at the thought.

By the time that Adira finally opened the door again, Caliban had started to worry if things were okay with her.  The room had been too quiet, and she had seemed to be in there too long.  He had to keep reminding himself not to rush her.  Patience was never one of his virtues, but he knew that if he wanted to unwrap the delicate gift that was the true nature of the woman he now called his wife, he was going to have to learn some.  There was something about her that made him confident that whatever new skills he might have to learn or test he might feel like he was enduring, in the end, it would be worth it.

“Is everything alright?” He finally asked as she silently crossed over to the bed and began to place her jeans in the bag that he had brought up for her.  She hadn’t looked at him when she came out of the bathroom, nor even when he spoke to her, and this concerned him.  Before she’d gone back in, they’d once again been affectionate with one another and she’d seemed to be relaxing.  Had she had another panic attack of sorts?  

Still not looking at him, Adira’s voice came out soft and stuttered, “I hadn’t thought to ask before if…” She paused, gathering the courage to say what had come to her mind as she realized how much she was attracted to Caliban. It was as if the question was stuck in her throat, refusing to come out.  There was a fear of hearing the answer once it did.

“If what, sweetheart?” Calban asked cautiously, as head cantered.  He had heard the hesitation and nerves in her voice.   He pushed off of the dresser he’d been leaning against to walk over to her.  There was definitely something wrong, but he couldn’t figure out what could have changed in just a few minutes.  

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, her head still bowed as if looking down into her bag.  “If you had…someone you were with..you know, when you..we...”  As she let her breath out, she steeled herself for the answer.  Her hands had balled to fists around the clothing she was holding, as if that would somehow protect her from the answer hurting her.  She had known many men who would be with multiple women simultaneously.  It wasn’t like she was naive to the way the world of rich and powerful men who looked like him operated.  Even those who were married often had more than one girlfriend on the side besides their wife. This was often the life wives of family heads led.

So that was the issue that had suddenly come to bother her.  The tension Caliban had been feeling waiting to hear what had upset her faded instantly.   He was glad her back was to him because he could not keep the devilish smirk off of his face.  Not that he was laughing at her, far from it; no, he was delighted that the beauty was concerned that she might have competition for his affection.  To him that meant that she too was starting to feel something for him in the same way he was for her.  Otherwise she wouldn’t care if he was in a relationship with someone else while being fake married to her.  Being fake married to Adira seemed to get better every time he turned around, and now he was going to have at least two weeks secluded with her in a mountain cabin.  Who knew what could happen then?

“And it would bother you if I did?”  The shaky inhale of breath after his question gave him his answer, just before his arms wrapped around her from behind.  She couldn't hide the slight tremble in her body from him, a tremble that he hoped his next words would quell.   Placing his chin on her shoulder, he let his warm breath fan across her neck with his next words, “my darling wife, if there had been, the moment I slipped that ring on your finger they no longer existed.”  He gently kissed the crook of her neck and continued, “there is now, and from now on always will be, only you, unless it is you who wants things otherwise between us.”  Caliban was never one to share a woman, nor did he expect a woman to share him.

As much as his words comforted her, she also felt like they were too good to be real. “Are you sure that you can be happy that way?” Adira was afraid to even hope, even if she prayed, to a god she had long since stopped believing in, that it was true.  She was under no illusion that Mircea had ever been faithful in their marriage, even from the beginning.  He’d always blamed her; of course it was her failure as a wife that led him to have to find others.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”  He kept his chin on her shoulder and laced his fingers with hers now that she’d covered his hands with her own.  Every time he thought he’d figured out how much damage that Mircea had done, something more was revealed.  There was no doubt the coming days and weeks would reveal more, and he would try his best never to repeat those wounds.  If he could, he would instead heal them.  

“Well,I…I don’t know.  I just know that no matter what I tried, I was never enough for Mi-” Suddenly Caliban’s hand was over her mouth, cutting her off as she felt herself fully pulled back against him.  Her eyes closed, her breathing stilled, and she waited for the pain.  Pain always came after the wrong things were said.  Hopefully Caliban would not be as brutal as Mircea had been.  She still ached from being dragged by Kondrat and the abuse in that basement.

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Code Blue Ch. 33- Theater of Pain

Summary: Jason Morgan is back! He and Craig bicker. Josie gets the shock of her life. Both men get their just deserves during an emotionally long and dramatic showdown. Orlando is sought out. Some bar fun is short lived. Josie saves Orlando once again and keeps him from making a huge mistake.

*Warnings* language, dark and super angsty, mob depictions, alcohol use, mentions of abuse and molestation, violent tendencies, weapon use

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Chapter characters: Jason, Craig, Josie, Orlando, Luke Sr.

Salem, Massachusetts

March 7, 2023

Twenty minutes after you left Craig's apartment, he received a knock on his door. Thinking it was you, he rushed over and swung it open.

"Hey, Josie, you forgot your box of....Woah. What the hell are you doing?! Get in here before someone sees you!" Craig commanded to none other than your dead and buried brother, Jason Morgan, and then slammed the door shut behind him. "Where the hell have you been??!!"

"Sonny's. Where else?" the blue-eyed muscle man dressed in black retorted.

"Oh well, THAT would have been nice to know after you just snuck out of here like I told you NOT to do! I should have kept you drugged. Did you know my father is out?? He was just here an hour ago! Wanting to know what I've been up to while he was away!"

"I know he was, and my sister too. I have been watching and waiting for them both to leave. Does Cyrus know I'm alive?"

"I have no idea, but I'm sure he suspects it. Why else would he come here?? It sure wasn't to catch up with his beloved son over a cup of tea! Being his son does not protect me from his wrath. He's ruthless in case you haven't gotten a clue yet. If he, or the Zacchara's know you're alive and that I aided with it, all hell is going to break loose. And heeeere you are, literally a dead man walking, coming to my home! You could have at least wore a damn hoodie. Are you trying to get yourself killed for real this time??? I'm not so sure I can heal a fucking gun shot!"

Jason wasn't one for being scolded or told what to do, which triggered him to blow up at Craig's reprimand.

"I would have survived! Just like I survived every gun shot!"

Craig was just like Jason, fearless and blunt, so he continued on with his rant to his best friend.

"Yeah and every explosion??? You only survived that because I fucking drug your ass out of there, otherwise, you would have been an unrecognizable corpse like the one in your grave!! A little thank you would be nice for following you around and knowing what's up and handling all of the dirty work!"

"Right and let me thank you for handling me by holding me against my will and shooting me up with horse tranquilizers!"

"Exactly what were you gonna do?? You're in over your head! I had to do that so you wouldn't go after them too soon and half cocked and ruin the entire plan! YOUR plan remember??? To make them believe you're dead so they wouldn't see you coming and here you are, walking around in broad fucking daylight. My father is clearly watching me so it looks like you've already shot your plan to shit because you have no damn patience. Not to mention, your sister lives right down the damn hall and I have to lie to that sweet girl!! Oh, and my father met her today!! He asked her last name to prove to me that he knows who she is!"

"Who's fault is that??! Why the hell did you let her move in here??? And why was she even here with you?? Wasn't screwing and marrying my ex not enough for you, that you gotta go after my sister too??"

"Ohhh hell no. You didn't just say that to me. Beth pursued me after you dumped her and went after that woman doctor, with very good reason I might add though, but that's beside the point. She followed me to New Zealand. Although I guess I got my karma for it huh? Can't even see my kid, who I'm one hundred percent certain is not even my kid. I'd bet my life on it that Blaise belongs to that punk Ethan. Countless times I had seen them together before she wound up pregnant, in which I think she already was when she found me because the timing just never added up. Blaise was born early and she wasn't a preemie."

"Well at least your kid is alive and knows you as her father. Jake only knew Lee as his dad, which I was alright with. He's a good man from what I know and he truly loved my son as his own even after he found out the truth that he wasn't. I thought Jake would have been better off not being a part of my life, you know, safe and having a normal family. That sure bit me in the ass."

"You're right man. I am truly sorry about your loss and what Beth did to you and that boy. I wish you could prove what she did, then maybe I'd be able to take Blaise from her psychotic demented ass. She has no business being a mother."

"No need for that. Liz will get hers, all in due time and then Blaise will be all yours. So...tell me you didn't tell Jo any of this? I mean, Jake was her nephew that she never knew existed and now she's dating his dad. I would rather her hear it from me at some point."

"No...of course I haven't...and I hate it, with every bit of my soul, lying to her about everything." Craig remorsefully said until a light bulb turned on in his head, causing him to panic.

"Wait....did you just say, oh no no no....Beth's ex Lee is Josie's Lee??"

"Youuuu seriously didn't know that??"

"NO I didn't know they were one and the same! Fuck me...I can't believe I didn't figure that out. She did say....she knew someone going through what I was with Blaise not being mine but never said who...All she had ever said about her boyfriend was his first name which is all I had ever known about Beth's ex...I had never seen the guy and I wasn't going to ask either of them to see photos so I...I didn't place it....and I...I figured when Josie told me about Ethan, that she only knew him because of you...oh Jesus... she is going to hate me when this all comes out! I think I know what a panic attack feels like now."

Craig aggressively ran his hand over his face and then he began pacing, snatching up the wine bottle and drinking straight from it as he did so.

"Yeah Craig, they're the same entity and again, who's fault is it if she hates you? You wouldn't even know her on a personal level if you hadn't let her rent here. My sister was never supposed to be involved in any of this. Why Craig? Why did you do that when you knew I was right downstairs at the time???"

"Honestly, I thought it would be best, for you, ya know, to have her close. Keep an eye on her, help keep her safe. I mean, she was a victim of the Floating Rib's explosion too and that damn dog sniffing cop was her ex....and it's probably a good thing she's here because she told me Ethan is becoming a problem in her life. I guess he recently put his own brother in the hospital, attacked him or some shit and is harassing Josie and LEE. But trust me, I'm going to put a stop to that REAL quick."

"First of all, just stay out of all this and away from my sister. I will handle Ethan and Johnny both. They're the ones who had that bomb planted and I also know Liz was in on it too."

"Yeah well, I can't stay out of it, nor hardly stay away from my own tenant, NOR do I want to. Especially now and besides, you know as well as I do that there's no getting out of the mob because I tried when I left to go home....and don't forget my father. He was the mastermind of it all. You know he's allies with the Zacchara's and he wants you dead for sending him to prison, and then there's Sonny, the real target, who he despises more than anything. Your Sonny's right hand man, the deadly weapon of the Corinthos family and taking you out was the perfect way to weaken him, hitting him where it hurt the most."

"I'll handle Cyrus too, once and for all, like I should have before. Sonny knows he's free and has his eyes and ears everywhere....and Sonny is far from weak without me. You of all people should know that since you work for him too."

"Just as my father has eyes and ears all around, which is how he planned your entire hit from prison. So, I'm still in one piece so I assume you talked Sonny out of busting my knee caps for assisting you in your warped plan??"

"He's grateful that you had my back and saved me, so consider this your lucky day. I'm grateful too. I'm just frustrated, like you are. You're not the only one my sister is going to hate and then there's my mom man. She'll probably disown me, which would be for the best anyways. All I have ever done was try to keep her and Jo safe...but my sister, she's stubborn as hell and extremely fucking smart. She saw right through me and all my dealings. Jo knows me better than I know myself...and I will most likely lose her over this just like you. But with that said, she can't know. Not yet. Not until all the threats are eliminated. I don't want her hurt again because of me."

"Yeah well, I certainly am not going to tell her. Oh and by the way, she also said that Ethan is hanging around your other sister now. He was there today, at your mom's picking her up."

"One way or another, he's going down. Traitorous piece of garbage. I don't give a crap about my sister Megan. He's just her type and they deserve each other, but messing with my mom and Jo, he will soon regret. I'm gonna head back to Sonny's before Jo gets back. Just so you know, I didn't just walk here in broad daylight. I used the old underground tunnels and then I came up the back stairwell exit."

"Ahhh, the old smuggling catacombs. Bet that's an interesting sight."

"Trust me, you don't want to know. I feel like some sewer rat."

"Is that what that smell is?" Craig grinned as Jason rolled his eyes.

"I'll be in touch soon. Look for my code in a text so you know it's me."

"Got it. Watch your back man. Let me go out first to check the hall."

Up the stairs you came, fuming. Not so much over Lee, but over the phone call you had with your mom on the way back from seeing him. It was true. She was selling the Haunted Star and to make matters worse, it was who she was selling it to. You had called Lee right after, needing to talk to him about it and even Orlando too but now both seemed to be ghosting you.

All your thoughts were soon ceased as you headed to Craig's to get the box you forgot, for as you turned the corner, you got another surprise like earlier, only this one was enough to rock your world.

There stood your deceased brother, very much alive, beside a mortified Craig, who like you, forgot to breathe.

"You...you're alive?? How...." was all that came out of your gaping mouth as you stared with wide eyes at a very stunned Jason before everything went black.

As you began to faint, Craig charged past Jason to catch you, then he swooped you up and quickly carried you inside his apartment with Jason swiftly in tow.

"FUCK!" Jason shouted as he slammed the door and stared at you, cradled like a child in Craig's arms.

All Craig could do was gaze down at you, knowing that very soon, you would never want to see his face again and for some reason that he did not understand, it sent a pain through his heart that he had never felt before.

"Craig. Snap out of it. Put my sister down." Jason flatly and firmly ordered.

The addled artist blinked and then whipped his head up. "It's an art studio. I'm not laying her on the hard, cold and filthy ground. My apartment's through the back. Lock that door."

Jason bolted up the steel door, then rushed around the corner to see Craig gently laying you down on his bed.

"What are you doing??"

"She's warm. Open the patio door to let the cool breeze in from the bay and bring me a damp wash cloth from the restroom." Craig rambled off while concentrating on making you comfortable and watching your breathing.

The miffed mob man went to do as his obviously smitten friend asked, knowing you would come to at any moment and he would have some serious explaining to do, which he also knew you would never understand. Could Jason really blame you? He put you and his mom through the hell of believing he was dead. What possible justification for that could there be?

Jason rang out the rag and promptly brought it to Craig who was now sitting beside you, stroking your hair.

"What am I missing here Craig?"

"Huh?" he muttered as he tenderly patted the cloth over your forehead.

"That. This. The way you are with her. The way you look at her."

"You're reaching Jason. I...I just care for her, that's all."

"Yeah, maybe a little too much. Don't forget, she loves someone else and also don't forget who you are."

"Speak for yourself about who I am....and who said anything about love?"

"I did. I know you better than anyone and I see it. You're getting caught up in her. You're the last thing she needs. Look at all she has been through just because of me and my life."

"First of all, I don't need your approval or permission to do a damn thing in my life and second of all, you won't need to even worry about that once she wakes up and tells me to fuck off. Like she'd ever be interested in someone like me anyways, especially now....and quite frankly, it's the last thing I even want in my life after Beth and every other girl who I was never good enough for. Like you said, she loves someone else so drop it Jason."

"You're the one going on and on about it. Who you trying to convince? Me or you?"

"ENOUGH!" Craig barked, causing you to stir. "Heyyy there princess, can you hear me?" he softly said as he took your hand.

Your eyelids began to flutter open and all you saw was Craig's worried face coming into focus, for Jason stood far back, hands on his hips and head down, slightly peering up at you under his arched brow, calmly waiting for the heat he was about to take.

"Craig? Wh...what happened? Where am I?" you asked, squinting a few times at the unfamiliar bed you laid upon and your hand inside of Craig's.

"You...you fainted sweetheart. You're in my apartment....well, my...bedroom."

Craig lightly gulped as your confused eyes then fixated on his. "My panic attack...I...did I...dream of going to seeing Lee? Did I never leave?"

"No, princess, you left and....came back for your things that you forgot and...."

"JASON!" you shouted and flung up with bulging eyes that quickly spotted the icy blue eyes you thought you'd never see again.

The moment was intense and so surreal for both of you. Jason knew that when you found out, it would be a shock any way that he revealed himself, but it wasn't supposed to be like this and not now.

You yanked your hand free from Craig's and abruptly pushed past him to stand up and face the man the who you were told had severe head trauma and was burned beyond recognition. All you could do was gawk at him, studying every detail of his face to make sure you weren't hallucinating or even dreaming....and of course to make sure it was really him because...then who's body did Lee work on?? Who was in the casket and buried six feet under with a tombstone naming Jason Steven March on it???

"I ummm, I'm gonna go in the other room and give you both some privacy." Craig quietly said, attempting to escape and headed to the door.

"Hold it!!" you snapped, holding your arm out, pointing at him as your eyes remained trapped on Jason.

Craig pursed his lips as he froze, then slowly turned back around.

"H...how??? How are you here???!! I...I...I was there....I...the explosion...Lee...he...he saw your...body??? We...we fucking buried you...oh my god, I have got to be having some break from reality right now...this...this is just not possible! I...I want to hug you so bad and at the same time, I want to rip your head off! Someone start talking!!!"

"Craig, you're right. leave us...please. I need to talk to my sister alone." Jason said as he finally worked up the nerve to speak. The six foot assassin feared no one, except for four people. His mother, Sonny, Britt and ...you....and all for very different reasons.

Craig couldn't move fast enough because he was sure his head would be the next target and he was right.

"Don't go far....you and I have our own conversation to have....friend!" you warned with a glare at the man who clearly knew your brother, the man you told only hours ago that you trusted him, the man who now made sense that he was one of the family. When would you ever learn?

Craig's baby blues were remorse ridden, much like Jason's, as he nodded and quietly walked out, closing the door behind him. He began to finish off his bottle of wine from earlier while not being able to help overhearing the crying, shouting and either a slap or a punch, all coming from you....and he knew he would be next.

Almost an hour went by while Craig fretted and drank another bottle. Your voice had become softer at times, then loud again as Jason's could be heard explaining everything and then...the door flung open and you came storming out in a rage.

"YOU! You were a part of ALL this???!!! You KNEW my brother was alive this entire time??? You helped him orchestrate it all because YOU are one of them. My god how blind and stupid could I be...once more?? I trusted you! I actually believed you were a good guy when you're no better than any man I ever believed in because they all let me down. But you knew all about that. You knew everything about me before I ever even met you. You lying son of a bitch. I recant ever calling you my friend."

Craig lowered his head in shame, releasing a soft sigh as he had stood there motionless the entire time, holding his wine glass in one hand and fidgeting with his other while taking the verbal beating he knew he deserved as Jason also stood quietly with a lingering welt of a hand print across his cheek.

"You're not stupid...and you're right...Josie. I am a son of a bitch and a liar, but I swear...I swear on my daughter, please believe me when I say I cannot express how sorry I am for hurting you. I hated every minute of it but I...I had no choice. Please...please tell me you at least believe that. I care about you..a lot. We connected and I know you felt it too. Can I please tell you my side of things? Just you and me?" Craig softly pleaded as he took a step towards you. One he shouldn't have taken, for he also then earned his awaited slap.

He took it with a flinch and then slowly brought his humiliated eyes to yours as you began to cry. The one thing you had told him you never did in front of people if you could help it... and you couldn't help it. He hurt you deeply and he was going to know it and feel it. And he did too. It tore him to pieces seeing you cry.

"Why, so you can manipulate me some more? I know all I need to know. Any connection there may have been, you killed it. You had a damn choice Craig and it certainly wasn't caring about me. The only thing I actually even believe about you now is that you truly love your daughter...and I really hope she's not Ethan's, mostly for her sake, you know, the guy I told you about that you actually knew way more better than you let on?? Like umm, Elizabitch, I mean BETH is your baby mama of all lying cheating whores. Apparently I AM stupid for not realizing that when Britt flat out argued with her about you once, defending you, even said your name...and considering you even knew who Ethan was...a con just like you, that should have been a red flag...and YOU should have known who Lee was too. Guess you were just as stupid as me because YES I WAS STUPID!" you argued to his denial of it, throwing your hands in the air and then continued berating him.

"God how it all makes sense now and then there's your creepy ass dad, another mob man, who clearly had you all in some way after his not so random visit... but you said nothing, you wouldn't talk about him. Guess I can see why now. I mean shit, he just got out of PRISON for the typical not so legal shipments on the docks. I could go on all day here about what I have learned. I mean, what could you possibly say that I don't already know? Just more...'pretty words' huh Craig??...Oh...and then there's the fact that I had a nephew I didn't even know about or ever meet! A nephew who happens to be the dead son of my boyfriend who's life has been turned upside down over it all, but yet he's not his son now is he? He's my brother's son which you both knew. How do I even tell Lee something like this? Like, oh by the way Lee, that sweet little boy you've been grieving over for 4 years now, well guess what, I know who his bio daddy is...it's my not so dead brother and that makes me his aunt. And believe me, I will tell him. Unlike you both, I don't keep fucking secrets. Well, except for mom. Jason can fix his own damn mess with that. ALL I know is you both deserve each other and can go to hell!...OH...and Craig...I am NOT a fucking princess. What I am is a damn fool who was made to feel like one by those pretty words. But hey, thanks for trying to cheer me up."

Your words were getting colder and colder, mocking things Craig had said to you, and you hated it. You hated this side of you, stemmed from always being fucked over, and you needed to get out of there, so you went to walk out , but Jason quickly blocked the door.

"Jo, no. You can't go off like this and you definitely can't tell Lee about me."

"The last time I checked, I could do anything I damn well please, now get the hell out of my way Jay. As elated as I am that you're alive, I can't deal with this right now. It's too damn much. I need to go and let it all soak in... and even then, I don't know if I can ever forgive you... and I'll tell you right now, mom won't."

"Look, I know you're angry and you have every damn right to be, but take a little advice that I was given. Don't go out there all half cocked and do something stupid. That's what has kept me alive. Craig... he kept me alive Jo. Don't put Lee in danger by telling him things he don't need to know. Sometimes you have to do it Jo, to protect those you love. Just like I did. Let me handle this."

"Right, because you done such a stand up job so far at handling things. How is making me and mom suffer and have to bury you, protecting us??? Silly me, what was I thinking? And just how does telling Lee about Jacob put him in danger???"

"Because I never told anyone but Sonny and Craig about him being my son and you know Lee will go straight to Liz about it in anger and she'll figure out I'm alive because she knows they would never tell anyone and then she could easily shoot her mouth off to Ethan and then he'll go to Johnny... do you see now??"

"That sounds to me like it only puts YOU in danger. Story of your life. I can't even believe this... how everyone knows everyone and is involved somehow. It's not like Salem is a small town. All the signs I get in my life, how the fuck did I miss all this??? How do I keep this from him when we are having problems for the same damn reasons???? You can't do this shit to me Jason!!! Not after everything. I won't lie to him. He won't say anything if ask him not to."

"I can't stop you Jo, but I really hope you think about it long and hard before you do. You're already having trust issues with him and..."

"Are you really playing that card with me right now???!!! You may have been spying on me all this time but you know NOTHING about my relationship with Lee. Nothing! I DO trust him. He's obviously not the only one with skeletons in his closet so just back off of him! Go worry about your damn boat that mom sold to Ethan's dad!! And why?? To get rid of everything that reminded her of your criminal life. That was dad's boat Jason, and he trusted you with it! And you went and changed your will, leaving it to mom. Why didn't you leave it to me?? I wanted it Jay. I wanted to make something good out of it and now... now it will continue to be a craft of crime. Better go get your bike before she pawns that off too! Maybe Ethan would like it since the one he rides is a piece of shit like he is! What is wrong with you Jason??? Look what you have done to our family!! Why didn't you just stay dead!!!"

"That's enough Jo!! I get it that you're hurt and angry and with every right to be, but you need to calm down!!"

"Don't yell at her man. She hasn't done anything wrong." Craig firmly stated as he stepped out of his corner.

"Stay out of it Craig and stop trying to suck up to my sister because you have some thing for her." Jason retorted.

"Stay out of it?? You keep saying that and yet here I am, in this shit clear up to my damn neck, and why?? ALL to help you. Why did you even have to come here when you knew the risks???? You could have called!!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry I ruined whatever delusions you had going on here but this was all going to blow up in your face eventually and it was better sooner than later from what I can see."

"Delusional? This is fucking reality. A reality that YOU created Jason and me...her, your mom, Lee, Britt... are just collateral damage in your mob war."

The two bickering men had become within a foot of each other's faces and you had had enough.....although you were inclined to agree with Craig on what he had just said.

"Oh stop it! Both of you! This isn't a damn soap opera, but Craig is right about that Jay. You're like a fucking tornado, destroying everything in it's path and I...I am just done here. I need to go find someone to talk to that I actually DO trust. Someone that worked his ass off to earn it because he genuinely cares for me and I have neglected him because of all my bullshit."

"Josie...wait...please." Craig calmly pleaded, although extreme desperation was written all over his face. "Please, just don't hate me. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right. I'll work my ass off too to earn your trust back. I can't stand this. I never wanted to hurt you."

There was that sincere side of him again and it slightly softened you, but not to the point of oblivion.

"But you did hurt me. What this other person did was something petty, like a high school kid would do. What you BOTH have done is indescribable to me, completely beyond measure to that and I don't see what you could ever possibly do to make that right. I do...I do know it was not intentional. I don't hate you Craig....I feel sorry for you. You're actually a lot like me. You have a good heart in there...I've seen it and I've even heard it, but you let my brother and the shit you been through take you to the dark side and you took me down with you. You can't fix this. As they say, you never get a second chance at a first impression."

You glanced at Jason who held his head low and back at Craig's attentive and somber eyes as tears streamed down your cheeks, in which he then bravely marched forward and gently took your face in his hands. It happened so quickly that you just caved and let him touch you. Maybe you subconsciously wanted him too?

"But this is not the first impression, now is it? You've already seen that in me long ago. You know that and you know me. The real me that I don't let anyone else see. And you even just said you know I have a good heart so you contradict yourself, just Josie. That connection I mentioned. It's there... right now." Craig softly said, bearing the bluest of eyes and kindest smile. The real him that that carried that connection to you. The real him that you secretly didn't want to lose.

Nope. You weren't going to let him work his ridiculous magic on you that you could feel starting to work. You shoved his hands down and then walked out as fast as you could, completely ignoring your resurrected brother and forgetting your box of stuff that caused this entire revelation and situation to unfold.

You headed straight to your car and called Orlando...but as usual, he didn't answer. You needed to warn him about his dad buying the boat because that meant his father had every intention of sticking around Salem. You also missed the good doctor Bloom.

Off you went as dusk was setting in, to see if he was home, for you knew he was still on medical leave from the hospital according to Britt. You didn't have to go that far though, for on your way through town, you happened to see Orlando getting out of a cab and heading into the Brady pub, your family's bar and eatery. It was like you were meant to find him. Signs again?

You circled back around and parked, then headed inside. It was almost as if Orlando sensed your presence as he turned around and immediately locked his chocolate eyes on you. He then slowly approached you with furrowed brows as those now shocked eyes looked you up and down.

"Hey..." you quietly said, coming to a stop only a few feet away from him.

"What are you doing here?" he simply asked with no expression. You just wanted to hug him, needing comforting arms around you but he seemed less than pleased to see you, so you refrained.

"I...I tried to call you. I really needed to talk to you so I..."

"Since when do you need me? I haven't heard from you or seen you since I was in the hospital. Guess you had better things to do."

'You're...angry with me...I'm...I'm sorry...you're right, I've been so wrapped up in things and..so much has happened and...it's no excuse but I...you're the only one I wanted to talk to right now...and I just need..." you stammered as you began to choke up.

Orlando's flat expression instantly became that of concern and he took your hands into his.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he asked with such compassion, which triggered your tears paired with a pathetic frown.

"Everything." you squeaked as you squeezed his hands in response to the once again tightening of your throat. Thank god there was no one working that you knew and thank god Orlando pulled you into his arms. His scent was refreshing and natural, like Gain laundry soap, reminding you of the other time he had held you in your mom's kitchen during your inebriated mourning of Jason's death.

Orlando rested his cheek against your head as he gently caressed your back with his fingers entwining in the ends of your hair. Orlando was shorter than Lee and Craig, so this time yo couldn't hear his heartbeat but you could feel it against yours as your face was burrowed into his neck. Instead of a slow steady pace like Craig's, Orlando's was racing and as the hot breaths from his nose pulsed over your ear. Strangely though, it was still soothing.

"Feeling better now?" he whispered and slowly pulled back to look down at you.

"Yeah.." you answered in embarrassment for imploding into him in public and quickly released the comfort zone of his body.

"I was just about to get a beer. Join me? I'm buying." he asked with that cute ass smile of his where the corners of his lips slightly curled up.

"Yes, please!" you anxiously agreed and sat down at a secluded table.

Orlando then brought two large glasses of tap and before he could even sit down, you began chugging it. He then plopped down with gaping eyes, watching the last drop enter your mouth.

"Thirsty??" he asked with a slight chuckle.

"You have no idea. Can I get another??" you called to the bartender.

She quickly brought it over and left, then you lifted it up in a tilt to Orlando.

"Cheers!" you cheered.

"I'll drink to that. Cheers." Orlando replied with a silly smirk and toasted back to you.

"So I see your hand is healing up nicely. I'm sorry Lando...that I haven't been around."

"Yeah it is, although I've gotten quite accustomed to using my left hand now. Don't apologize. I'm the one who's sorry for sounding cross."

"Well you kind of had a right to be, but thanks...for being so great, just like you always are. So, where's your mom and Luke?"

"Around somewhere I guess. Luke's off being my brother Luke, always disappearing so who knows what the hell he's up to. Mum's got a place at the Salem Inn for now. I don't stay home much to know anything. Can't stand the silence. Glad I'm going back to work next week. Ironically the same day as Lee's conference. You'll be there right?"

Your eyes fell from his and you continued to drink.

"Josie? What's going on? And don't tell me nothing. This great guy here can see right through you."

"I...umm...I think Lee and I...are over. Story of my life." you told him as you shrugged and fought the sting in your eyes.

"You may not believe this...but...I really am sorry to hear that. I don't ever want to see you hurt Josie. Do you...want to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about really. It's pretty simple. It's all over Ethan as usual and I think that Lee has some feelings for him to face that he will not be honest with me about or even to himself. I hope Ethan has been leaving you alone because he sure hasn't stayed out of mine or Lee's life and Lee won't make him stay away which speaks volumes. Fucking menace. Ethan's fucking my sister now, did you know that? Came to my own mother's house this afternoon to pick her up. I'm just so disgusted with everything right now."

"Jesus...Josie, no I didn't know. Ethan is always with someone knew all the time and no, he hasn't bothered me. I think Luke did something to cause that."

There was so much you wanted to tell Orlando, about Jason, about Ethan and Liz and Craig, but you couldn't. As mad as you were at your brother, you were so grateful he was alive and you still had to protect him. The question was, were you going to tell Lee?

Speaking of...Luke, the other one...your uh...dad....have you seen him at all?"

"No...and I better not. I want my hand to stay healed."

You saw it in his darkened eyes, the instant rage when he spoke of him....and now, you were fretting over having to tell him what you knew. You let out a deep sigh and forced yourself to do it.

"Landy...he umm...my mom sold him Jason's boat, the Haunted Star."

If someone had dropped a pin, it would have been heard through the entire bar.

"Wwwwwhat???" he snapped as he sat straight up, staring you down.

"Yeah, that was my reaction as well. I..don't have an explanation other than my mom was trying to rid of Jason's things that reminded her of his life of crime and...I think your dad intentionally bought it to bring back that life that once existed on that yacht, which means...he plans on staying around here... I'm so sorry...I dreaded having to tell you but you deserved to know."

"That son of a bitch." he growled and chugged down his beer, then motioned for more. "And I can guarantee you, Ethan will be right at his side through it all. After everything Ethan knows that piece of shit did to me...to him even that he won't admit. Just proves how sick in the head Ethan really is. Like father like son."

"Well, if it's any consolation, I may not have known your dad, but I can tell you're nothing like him. You're a healer and a good person Landy."

He gazed at you for a moment and then chugged down the new glass and motioned for more. "Just keep em coming, please and thank you!"

"So...what's up with you calling me Landy now?" he then asked with a soft smile.

"Hell I don't know. I guess it just rubbed off on me from hearing Lee and Luke call you that. I...I hope it's ok?? I will stop if you don't want me to."

"Nah...I don't mind. I kinda like the way you say it. It has a different kind of ring to it." he grinned.

You forced a smile and then fondled your glass as you stared at it. You just couldn't get Lee out of your head and all the shit with Jason. Orlando then reached across the table and took your hand.

"Hey...you ok?"

"I'm just trying to wrap my head around it all."

"Well, how about for one night, you stop trying and let loose a bit. I'm supposed to meet Jimmy and some guys here in a bit. Stay and have some fun with me. I've missed you."

"You want ME to hang out with you and a bunch of dudes?" you chuckled.

"Yep...I sure do. Come on. Jimmy likes you....and well...so do I. It would make my night if you'd stay with me."

All you could hear in that moment was Lee's voice telling you that Orlando was in love with you, and you never wanted to believe it...but now...you did. The way his eyes lit up when he looked at you told on him and you now wondered if it was a good idea to stay....but then, why not??? you thought. It was better than going home and crying yourself to sleep in the apartment across from Craig.

"Fiiiine. You twisted my arm. Bring on the drinks!"

About fifteen minutes later, Jimmy and two guys came in and you all moved to a larger table and then everything became somewhat normal with conversations and loud laughter, music and drinking. This went on for about two hours and for once, your mind was free of pain....and so was Orlando's. It was good to see him smile again.

As the music played, a song came on that resonated with you big time and you were feeling damn good too, so you got up and began dancing and singing without a care in the world, even if it the song made you think of Lee.

"I didn't wanna leave babe, I didn't wanna fight, started to cry but then I remembered I can buy myself flowers!! Write my name in the sand!! Talk to myself for hours, say things you don't understand. I can take myself dancing!! i can hold my own hand...yeah I can love me better than you can!!"

"Wanna bet!!" Orlando shouted and pulled you on his lap, wrapping his arms around you and laughing while Jimmy bellowed in laughter, clapping like a seal.

Everything was good. You didn't mind his arms around you. It felt nice. You didn't have a shadow of a doubt in your mind that Orlando was into someone else and that's what you craved. To be someone's one and only and not just because they said and showed you that you were, but because you KNEW you were....and with Lee, you didn't know that like you once believed you did.

Annnd, no matter what you did, it still hurt like hell and Lee plagued your mind. Damn him, you thought and got up.

"I need to use the lady's room."

"Ahh, yes. Me too. Oh...no no..I mean the boy's room." Orlando said as he stumbled up in laughter.

Orlando was still laughing as he relieved himself. He hadn't had this much fun since he could remember and it was all because of you. But he felt terribly guilty for feeling even the slightest bit happy that you and Lee may be at the end of the road. Did he really have a chance with you if that were the case? The doubts were there, for he knew deep down inside, it would always be Lee that your heart desired, even if you couldn't be with him.

As he washed his hands, his thoughts were intruded by a familiar face that walked in and didn't see Orlando. The man he stared at in the mirror was none other than his father....Luke Sr.

In his stunned state, Orlando held his head down as his dad did his business and left without even washing his hands. That was a perfect example of the dirty ass man he was.

Orlando quickly walked out to see where he was. Had he been in the bar the whole time, stalking him from a dark corner and decided to follow him into the bathroom to taunt him?? His thoughts ran wild and he couldn't focus as he watched Luke drink the last of his beer, then put on his coat and leave. In his frazzled state, Orlando spun around and accidentally ran into some woman, knocking her drink all over her.

"Are you fucking blind???!" she barked.

That did it. That was enough. Orlando was seeing red. He had to get the hell out of there and follow him. He had waited a long time for this moment and there was no better time in his eyes to unleash his fury on the man who abused him as a child in the most sinful of ways.

He grabbed his coat and stormed out the door with you running after him. As he got outside, he caught a glimpse of his dad heading to another bar down the road.

"Orlando!! Wait! Where are you going???"

"Nowhere...I just need some air." he flatly said, looking like he was going to hyperventilate.

"Hey, what's wrong?? What happened?? You're sweating. Talk to me."

"Nothing Josie. Just go home. I gotta go." he anxiously said as he shook his head and then marched off down the sidewalk.

"What??? Like hell I will. Wait up!!" you shouted and ran back to get your coat and purse, then after him.

Orlando rounded the corner, wanting to get it over with because he knew you were coming after him and he didn't want you to witness it or also try to stop him like he knew you would do.

There stood his father, smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk as he snuck up on him.

"Hello...dad." he said with extreme sarcastic emphasis.

"Ahhh. Landy. I was wondering when you would seek me out."

"Shut the fuck up. I would rather eat broken glass than be anywhere near you. It is you that has come here to find me, is it not?? To torture me some more because years of rape and battering wasn't enough for you???"

You just came around the corner and froze when you saw Orlando and heard what he said to the man who was obviously his dad. Now you understood what happened, that Orlando had seen him back in the bar.

You decided to stay back and give Orlando some privacy to let him have his long awaited say, but you got your pepper spray and phone out, ready to call 911 in case something bad happened. if that man even attempted to hurt Orlando, you would make sure the poor excuse of a father had no eyeballs left.

"Always were a drama queen, weren't you Lando. A real piece of theater, lost in your fantasy world of make believe."

"Fantasy??!! What you did to me was no fucking fantasy!!! Nor was it make believe!!"

Actually, you wanted to go over there right now and rip his other balls off for what he had done to him and for basically calling Orlando a liar when you knew it was true.

"So, what are you going to do? Kick my ass? Is that why you followed me boy?? I saw you back there at the bar. If you think you got what it takes to take me down, give it your best shot you pussy ass little girl. You can't even fucking swim. Why don't you do yourself a favor and go take a dive in the ocean."

Why did Luke's last words instantly send a flash through your mind of the two dreams you had of Orlando and you both drowning??? You prayed to god it wasn't another sign of some sort.

What you saw next, you couldn't quite conceive. Orlando pulled something out of his pocket that appeared to be a small sledgehammer and then he immediately began walking towards Luke.

"Orlando NO!!" you shouted as you came running up, which caused him to back away.

"Give it to me Landy...Now!!" you commanded as you tugged at the weapon which he refused to let go of.

"Damn it josie, I told you to go home! Get out of here!"

"I am NOT leaving you here with him! He's not worth spending your life in prison! Please...please give me the hammer and let's leave together Ok???"

"Would you look at that? Why Lando, you actually got yourself a girlfriend and she has bigger balls than you do! Where'd you find this one? On some porn site? Are you sure she's even a girl? I mean, I know how you enjoy dick."

Orlando charged him and pinned him against the wall by his throat, holding the hammer up and ready to swing it.

"You shut your filthy mouth!! Don't you ever talk about her like that!!!"

You don't know how you did it, adrenaline maybe? But you rushed up behind him and yanked the hammer out of his hand as hard as you could and then held your pepper spray out.

"Get the hell out of here before I call the police, you piece of trash."

Luke belted out a laugh. "Call them. He's the one who attacked me. I know who you are little girl. Your Morgan's sister. Hey, you'll have to stop by the boat sometime and let me know what you think of the new look it's going to get. You're more than welcome to....COME aboard. Hope to see you soon."

Off he strolled while you turned to hold Orlando back. He then glared at you.

"Are you insane?? That was my chance to end him!"

"Stop it! You're drunk and not thinking straight and I know you'll thank me later for saving your ass yet once again! Now come on. I'm taking you home! Let's go!"

@redeemer46

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[bendingthelaws]

8

Abby had just come up behind Dimitri as he and Colt were discussing her pay.  She really had thought Colt had docked her, but he’d never said he would except when he had every right to.  She would have never complained if he had, and she now hoped that her mentioning it wasn’t going to be a problem with Colt and Dimitri.  They were like a little family in the office, even if the two men barked at each other a lot.  Professional hazard from working with lawyers from what she’d ascertained.  

“I, uh, I’m sorry.  I didn’t mean to cause a problem.”  She stood slightly behind Dimitri since he was still blocking the door into Colt’s office.

Dimitri’s teeth ground, the glare he was shooting at Colt was murderous, and he wanted to beat some sense into Colt; but the fact the babe was in the office would keep Dimitri from it.  In his old life, he wouldn’t have given two shits, but he’d left that life behind..mostly.  

He trusted few, even fewer trusted him, and he damned well liked it that way.  For those who he did trust and have his loyalty, he would rip the city apart for them.  He had the connections still to do it, and those who hired Colt often knew that.  It’s why they’d never had a problem with any clients; they knew better than to fuck with him.

If Dimitri ever figured out how to kill someone without touching them, Colt was sure that he would be the first victim.  “You didn’t cause any problems, sweetheart.  It’s just a discussion.”  He looked over at Dimitri with a “happy now” look and gestured for him to get out of the doorway.  They really needed to have this discussion because he needed both their help with what was going on.

After they’d both made it into the room, Colt leaned against the front of his desk, his hands grabbing the front edge on either side of his thighs.  “My brother called earlier.”  He caught  Dimitri’s eye roll and glared.  “We knew he was getting ready to indict Constantin Rakeovich.  We’re still his attorney of record.  Just after the intent to indict was filed, one of Colin’s interns disappeared.”  Now he had Dimitri’s attention and Abby paled.

“Sweetheart, sit down, you look a little pale.”  Colin motioned to the chairs in front of him or the couch off to the side, then waited for her to sit.  “A few days ago they received a,” he considered how to phrase this.  So far he’d been sucking at doing that well.  “An indication that she was not being treated well.”  He looked at Dimitri, it was clear that the Russian understood the meaning.  “Another was received two days ago.  This morning a package was sitting on his desk.  It contained a human eye.”  

Abby couldn’t contain it, she gasped and started to shake.  One of their clients was doing this?  Her stomach rolled and she felt light headed.  She wasn’t sure whether she was going to pass out or throw up, or both.  Constantin Rakeovich had been in their office.  He’d leaned up against her side board and talked to her.  He was charming and friendly.  Now she knew he had cut out some poor woman’s eye.  Her chest felt tight and she couldn’t think straight, panic was setting in. 

One look at Abby and he knew that she should not have been part of this conversation.  What the fuck had Colt been thinking including her.  His starched white shirt had more color than Abby did at the moment.  Colt was lucky he was out of arm’s reach.

“Darling, look at me.”  Dimitri gently took Abby’s face in his hands as he knelt down in front of her.  The girl was more like a little sister to him than an assistant and he was worried about her.  “Abby.”  He was fighting to keep his voice calm.  Thankfully her name got her attention. 

“You’re safe and we’re going to keep you that way.  Understand?”  Her head shook in his hands.  “Good, now you’re going to lie down on Colt’s couch till you have more color in your face.”  Again she nodded. 

Letting go of her head, Dimitri helped her to lay down and draping his suit jacket over her, before he stood up and walked over to Colt.  His voice dropped and his expression became hard.  “You ever pull that shit in front of her again, I will hurt you in ways you cannot imagine, Masterson.  Learn some damned tact and manners.  You seem to have forgotten both of those lately.”

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[buckyalpine]

Mob Bucky x virgin reader

18+

Mob Bucky x virgin reader 

If you’re wondering how bad my procrastination is, I started this in November. Anyway, I forgot to add some lines from a different fic here. There’s no plot here, literally just a scene I imagined. Please read the warnings. 

Warnings: dub con, degrading, virginity taking, innocence kink, mentions of blood, horny, feral Bucky is a warning, porn and little plot. Honestly, no plot. 

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He knew he wanted you from the moment he saw you. Cute little sun dresses, beautiful eyes, your perfect lips, every single one of your delicate features making him crave to have you. He didn’t know what to do with himself the day he found out you were a virgin; you said it so quietly he would have missed it if you weren’t curled up on his lap. 

“My sweet innocent baby” He cooed, trying his best to contain his erection, desperate to fill you. “No ones ever touched you?” 

N-no” You shook your head keeping it buried against his neck while your cheeks burned with embarrassment. You were told to wait until marriage to do anything so you did exactly as you were told. It hadn't been a problem up until now, your heart rate beating faster, squeezing your thighs together to make that feeling go away. He was intoxicating; rough fingers tracing over your smooth skin, skimming up to the hem of your dress.

“I-I can’t” You shook your head when he nearly reached your panties, his hand coming to tilt your face up to meet his eyes. 

“Why not, darling”

“We’re-um-” You fumbled with your fingers, choking on your words "We’re not married” 

“Is that all baby?” Bucky chuckled, kissing your cheek, “You know it doesn’t count if I just touch you sweets, would that be okay?” 

You swallowed thickly, knowing it was a bad idea to give into his temptations, the words of your mother and father screaming at you to behave yourself, that were omitting a grave sin, giving into lust-

“O-okay” 

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“It’ll be more comfortable this way, darling” He reassured you as he spread you out on his large bed, all your clothes torn off while he stripped the last of his boxers before crawling beside you. Your eyes flicked down to his thick length, your stomach clenching as it bobbed between his legs while he settled himself. 

“You can look baby, you don’t have to touch if you don’t want to” His husky voice sent shivers down your spine when he caught you struggling to look away, your eyes now fully trained on the way a stick liquid was beading from the tip of his cock. He gently parted your thighs, moving to kneel in between them, the pads of his fingers brushing over your clit making you squeak in surprise at the feeling. 

“Just your fingers?” You looked at him nervously with doe eyes as he gave you a wolfish grin. 

“Just my fingers love, you’re not doing anything wrong” He rubbed the side of your thigh comfortingly while he coated his fingers in your slick, pressing the middle one into your entrance. “Still such a good girl” 

You gasped at the gentle stretch, gripping onto the sheets when he slowly added another, pumping in and out of your pussy, groaning at the way your thighs parted further to give him better access. 

“Look at this little button” Bucky whispered, rubbing deliberate circles around your clit, watching the way you started to fall apart when he crooked his fingers, fingering you faster. Your moans were music to his ears, his other hand pulling your lip away from your teeth to keep you from silencing yourself. “C’mon, I know you feel it princess, you can cum pretty girl” 

“I-I’m gonna-Bucky-Please!-” The squelching sounds of your sopping cunt got louder as you came closer and closer to the edge, blinding pleasure finally pushing you off as you convulsed around his fingers. “Oh God!” 

“That’s it baby” Bucky slowed down, gently pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, smirking when you cracked your eyes open again, sweat making your skin glisten. He was still kneeling in front of you, precum dribbling down his shaft, his balls achingly full while you shyly peered up at him through your lashes.

He was gorgeous. 

Gorgeous enough you’d want to-

No. 

As if he could read your mind. Bucky took your hand in his, placing your palm on his cock, nearly growling at how soft you felt compared to his rough hand wen he touched himself. 

“You can touch baby, you’re still my good girl” Bucky’s voice was breathless as you hesitantly wrapped your hand around his velvety shaft, stroking his heavy cock. He kept his hand over yours, jerking himself into your fist while his eyes raked up and down your body. 

“Let me touch you darling” He nearly fell forward when your thumb swiped over his slit, “Just let me rub it on you baby, it doesn’t count sweets, you don’t have to worry” 

“Are-are you sure?”

“Of course baby” 

He promised again while you bit your li hesitation before giving him a shaky nod. Bucky groaned, slotting himself between you legs, pumping his cock before rubbing it between you folds, his swollen tip leaking all over your already soaked pussy. 

“So soft bunny” He growled, throbbing when his tip caught against your entrance before rubbing against your clit again, “Feels s’good” 

“Bucky” You moaned in his ear as he started to hump against your pussy, slotting his cock snugly between your folds, his cockhead bumping against your clit with each thrust. “Bucky please” 

You weren’t sure what you were begging for, the feeling of him slipping up and down against you between the grunts and groans he made each time made your belly clench, your eyes growing wide when he was pressed against your entrance again, 

“Bucky-Bucky we can’t-” You looked at him with frantic eyes, his heavy body now fully resting on top of you while he continued to tease his cock, softly pressing against you.  

“That’s not what you call me love, you know better” Bucky had tested the waters earlier, loving how flustered and shy you got when he insisted you call him by something else, making you even more needy for him. 

 “But-were not married daddy” You whimpered, feeling the blunt tip of his cock starting to press against your entrance while he hummed with approval. 

“I won’t move love, just-just let me put the tip in, alright? Just the tip darling” He barely waited for your permission, breaching your hole as soon as you nodded, the sharp sting making you cry out in pain. 

“DADDY!, DADDY s’too much!” You shook your head as he kept pushing in more, stretching as if he were trying to split you in half. 

“I won’t fuck you, just wanna feel it” He gasped as soon as he was fully sheathed in you, your tight walls choking his cock. “Oh fuck angel, you’re so tight, make room for my cock baby, c’mon, let daddy fuck you baby” 

“It’s too big, it hurts” You cried out, squirming and withering on the bed, your legs squeezing and tensing around him while he brought his hand to wipe your tears, pushing away the strange of hair that clung to your forehead. 

“But you feel so good love, you gonna let daddy take your virginity baby?” 

“I-but-we-”

Bucky cooed at your stammering while staying fully buried in your cunt, precum already leaking. He pulled his hips back before thrusting forward making you squeal, his eyes locked with your as he started to fuck you. 

“Stop daddy!” Your nails clawed at his back pleasure, pain, shame, guilt, lust, one too many emotions flowing through you as he moved faster, his muscles tensing, rippling down his body. “Slow down, please!” 

“But you’re making daddy feel so good baby” Bucky groaned, lost in his own world, feral over how tight you were, how you pleaded for him to slow down, his cock was too much for your tiny pussy to take. He loved the way you hiccupped and choked sobs, your greedy virgin cunt sucking him right back in each time he pulled out.  

He was sure he could smell the light scent of iron in the air, looking down at where the both of you were connected, his shaft covered in your creamy slick. Spots of red stained his white sheets, but that only seemed to spur him on more, growling and pounding you harder. 

“Oh sweet girl, did I stretch you too much?” 

“It-hurts” You whimpered, clinging onto him, biting down on his shoulder to keep from crying, you wanted to be so good for him but you could feel the pain radiating through your body, shame melting into pleasure as he drove his cock in deeper. He could feel his length swell, his balls starting to pull tight against his body when you bit down harder, the pain making him throb. 

“Gonna let daddy put his seed in you princess? Hmm? We’re not even married darling, are you gonna let my cock bust in you?” It was so wrong, all of it was so wrong but you were too far gone, too deep, your foggy brain caving, giving into everything you’d always wanted. 

“Yes daddy yes!” Your thighs trembled, squeezing tightly around his waist as the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbed against your clit. Spots clouded around your vision as you clenched around his cock making it hard for him to move, your second orgasm ready to wash over you. 

“That’s a good slut, taking all of her daddy’s dick and letting him making a mess in her” He let out a dark chuckle as his hand came up to wrap around your throat, softly squeezing the sides. 

“M’m-not a slut” Your whimper turned into a guttural moan as he pounded you with everything he had, the bed shaking, his balls slapping your ass. “Ah-AHh fuck!!” 

“Oh but you are baby, all naked and spread out on my bed, fuck princess, m’gonna give it to you so hard, m’gonna cum so fucking hard, shit-FUCCKK” Bucky roared, as bursts of cum streamed out of his cock, the feeling of his seed making you feel warm inside. “You’re milking my cock you slut, gonna milk my fuckin’ dry the way you’re choking me, go on and milk me sweets, take it all” 

You cried out as you came around his cock, emptying him for all he was worth. He wrapped his arms around you, keeping himself warm while you nearly passed out from pleasure, shuddering in his hold. He smirked at your fucked out state, pushing his hips up making you whimper, cuddling into his chest. 

“Rest darling, daddy isn’t finish yet”  

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[taro-wong]

On learning to feel.

Sequel.

#mob's still feeling things dont worry hes just getting the hang of it #give him some time #what if i told yall i named this file 'projection 101' #mom said its MY turn to project onto fictional characters #mob psycho #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #mob #kageyama shigeo #shigeo kageyama #reigen #reigen arataka #tome kurata #takenaka #takenaka momozou #telepathy club #mp100 fanart #comic #anime

[crowwwzy]

Glow Worms

Or „In the Depths of Safflower Hills“ by Enter_Fool on Ao3 / @creativenicocorner

I am actually so OBSESSED with this fic right now - started reading it not realizing it wasn‘t finished yet and my heart BROKE WHEN I REALIZED (I‘m begging you to update soon PLEASEPLEASE/joking…no pressure!!)

Anyway I hope you like my book-cover-ish fanart of your breathtaking, amazing, wonderful story (really putting my graphic design degree to good use) ((also sorry for ignoring your reigen hair preference))

Uhm yeah everyone go read it. It‘s amazing.

#glow worms #sitting on the floor patiently waiting for a new chapter #thank you for this masterpiece of fiction btw #serirei #mp100 #mp100 fanart #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho fanart #reigen arataka #serizawa katsuya #crowzy art

[wheredafandomat]

Cherry Pie 🍒

Mob! Loki x female baker! reader

18+ | contains smut, slight breeding kink

Clearing away the things on the counter, you made your way to the cupboard, putting the flour away before you heard the door chime. It wasn’t long ago that you changed the open sign to closed however you stupidly didn’t lock the door. Huffing to yourself, you put the flour down before you called out.

“We’re closed.”

“Even for me.” You heard the stranger reply before your eyes widened at the rich familiar voice. Quickly, you made your way to the front of the shop.

“Mr Laufeyson.” You greeted, wiping your hands on your apron before realising even that was covered in flour too. You took it off, placing it on a table as you stepped towards him. “Please, take a seat.” You offered, gesturing to a table.

“Loki is fine.” He insisted, sitting down.

“I’ll get you a slice of pie.” You smiled as he sat.

“I was just passing through the area and thought why not say hello to my favorite baker,” he explained as you cut him a slice of pie, “and business partner of course.” He added as you squirted a little cream on top of it before bringing it to him with a fork. Once you were in front of him, you placed the plate on the table, taking a seat opposite him. He could sense your apprehension, he knew you that well. “What’s the matter?” He asked, picking the fork up.

“Look, Mr Laufeyson, I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.” You spoke evenly, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders at your admittance.

“Loki” he corrected you, dipping his index finger into the cream before bringing it to his lips, tongue darting out as he licked it off. Your eyes followed his movements as you subconsciously bit your lip. “I’m usually on a first name basis with the pretty women who serve me pie” he grinned, turning his attention to you “and my my, isn’t it delicious.” He finished, eyes roaming up and down your body as he licked his lips. You felt flustered under his gaze before he looked back down at his plate, cutting a piece off with the side of his fork before stabbing the severed piece and bringing it up to his mouth. “Start again, and say my name.”

“Loki” you began, taking a breath before you continued “I can’t keep bringing your shipments through the shop.”

“Y/n” he sighed in fake dramatics “you wound me.” He smiled, placing his hand against his heart as he continued to eat, your eager eyes still following his movements. “Mmm” he hummed contently “cherry pie.”

“Your favourite.” You answered, swallowing thickly.

“Would you like a taste?” He offered.

“No I—” you started to protest before he presented a piece on his fork to your mouth.

“Open” he prompted you, eyes on yours. Opening your mouth, you welcomed the pie, already knowing it was delicious; it was a family recipe, a recipe that was now tainted by the image of Loki feeding it to you and his expression as he commanded you to open your mouth.

Using his thumb, he swiped off the cream that had landed on the corner of your mouth before bringing it to your lips. He didn’t have to prompt you to lick it off.

“Tell me y/n, why can’t things continue how they are?” He questioned, sitting back in his chair “it’s a good thing we’ve got going on here. I offer you my protection in his shady, dingy town in exchange for one of your vans once a fortnight” he shrugged “I mean, we do exchange other things too” he smirked “but that’s pleasure, not business.”

“I don’t want to be a part of it anymore, I don’t like the risk.” You sighed.

“So it’s the risk you don’t like” he pondered, standing to his feet “and here I was, clearly mistaken, thinking you liked taking risks” he spoke, making his way to you “tell me what I can do that’ll make you more agreeable” he probed, lowering his lips to your ear as he spoke behind you before placing his hands on your shoulders “do you want me to use my hands?” He asked, a smile evident in his tone “you seem to like them.” He added, noting how your breath hitched as he began massaging your shoulders.

“Loki.” You breathed.

“Or perhaps you want me to use my mouth” he countered, kissing your neck, your eyes falling closed. “Do you want me to tell you what I think y/n, I think you like the risk” he chuckled darkly before lowering his lips to your ear again “I think you find it thrilling.” He continued, kissing the nape of your neck. “Tell me, do I make you feel alive?”

“Loki.” You exhaled desperately.

“What do you want, pretty girl?”

“I want you.” You relented.

It wasn’t long before you were on your feet, kissing Loki as you walked to the backroom. Your breaths were heavy between kisses, filling the space between you as he pushed you up against the table, lips venturing your chest. His hands found your body, both of them starting at your shoulders and moving down to your hips as he turned you around so that your back was against his chest as his kisses centred at the nape of your neck. Your breaths grew ragged as you felt his thumbs curling into the waistband of your jeans before he was tugging them down your legs along with your panties. You wordlessly stepped out of them, at the mercy of Loki Laufeyson. You felt his lustful kisses against the back of your legs, his lips working their way up to your thighs as his soft hands roughly pushed them apart. You gripped the edge of the table hard as his impatient kisses finally found your centre whilst he bent you over, opening you with his tongue.

“Fuckk.” You moaned as Loki licked his thumb, rubbing your clit with it as his tongue delved through your folds, exploring your sex. His hands cupped your ass, revealing more of you as he flattened his tongue against you before swiping across your clit leaving you panting like a bitch in heat. “Just like thattt.” You whimpered as he hummed against your pussy leaving vibrations reverberating through you. “I’m gonna cum.” You near cried as he wrapped his lips around your clit.

“Not yet” Loki beseeched, standing to his feet as the swelling pleasure that was building inside of you began to dissipate. You heard Loki undo his belt before you felt the tip of his cock breaching your sensitive entrance. “Is this what you want me to use?” He exhorted, his lips close to your ear again only this time glossy with your asousual.

“L-Loki.” You murmured, unable to string a sentence together as he ran the head of his cock through your folds before lining himself up with your entrance again.

“Will burying my cock deep inside of you make you more agreeable, more amenable, hmm?” He questioned, pushing more of his length inside of you. “Show me how affable you really are, I want to fuck the genial host I’m used to.” He grunted as he entered you completely, impaling you with his cock as you screamed his name in rapture. The table shook as he fucked you, pushing your back down against it as he held your waist. “See, I knew you liked taking risks” he grinned “I don’t even have a condom on and you’re still letting me fuck you.” He sniggered, slapping your ass.

“S-so good.” You choked out, swimming in pleasure, barely able to speak.

“Are you going to let me cum inside of you too, fill you with my seed?” He grunted, his strokes paced as you felt every ridge of his cock against your walls “you always lose all control when you’re filled with my hot seed” he gushed “sticky and panting, your natural state, isn’t that right my hospitable whore” he continued to goad, fucking you deeply. “Or maybe you want me to make you a doting mother?” He ventured, grinding his hips into yours, his thumb teasing your clit again.

“Fuck!” You yelped in unaldorterated pleasure, his words driving you insane.

“You know I’ve always had a soft spot for you, maybe I should finally fuck a baby into you” he groaned, his climax fast approaching “would you like that?” He rushed out, staving off his orgasm, he needed your confirmation, your faux vows to really send him over the edge. You nodded frantically in response but that wasn’t enough. “Say it!” He ordered desperately.

“Yes! Fuck Loki yesss!” You yelled, hitting your peak as Loki’s thrusts turned disoriented, sloppy before he came, shooting his load deep inside you.

“Fuck!” He growled, spilling inside of you as you tried to slow your breaths.

Once you had both come down from your highs, Loki pulled out of you before sheathing himself again. Silently, you turned around, your legs shaky beneath you as you reached for your jeans.

“If you don’t want me to use your van, I won’t use your van” Loki eventually spoke “there are other ways for me to import and export.”

“Loki, wait.” You called after him as he turned to leave.

“You’ll still have my protection as long as I still get my cherry pie.” He winked before leaving.

Omg in the season 2 trailer, Mobius was telling Loki to eat the pie 😂

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[lizzieonka]

Please reblog after voting so this can get more votes 🙏

#tropes #archetypes #howl ratio vs reigen ratio #polls #howl pendragon #mp100 #howl's moving castle #howl ratio #reigen ratio #arataka reigen #mob psycho 100 #fiction #male characters #fandom #miyamiwu.poll #miyamiwu.src

[plushieebear]

what tHE FUCK DO YOU MEAN MP100 IS ENDING FOR REAL

#listen theyre not just fictional characters to me #THEY ARE MY BEST FRIENDS I DONT WANNA SEE THEM GO #mob psycho 100 #mp100 #chit chat

[kesobun]

A day late but whatever. Happy birthday to my most favorite anime boy since 2016 <3

#mob psycho 100 #mp100 #shimazaki ryo #ryou shimazaki #ryo shimazaki #shimazaki ryou #not my ass getting emotional over finally being able to celebrate a fictional character's birthday #anyways

[the-andromeda-effect]

15

While Caliban is up with Adira, the men are down at the Gatehouse talking.

“Wait, so she really IS Riona Kalavati?” Marcin shook his head slightly, trying to get it to sink in. Lars had brought he and Pietre into the gatehouse to talk privately, after Caliban headed back to the mansion after the status update. That one piece of information was giving Marcin the most problems digesting. No matter who she was, if Caliban wanted her protected, he’d do so, but how Mircea Kalavati’s wife could ever become Caliban’s wife confounded him.

“No, Riona Kalavati died in that house we raided where the Marabioli’s were holding hostages. Remember, we had a hit job there because someone was trying to start a war between the families? That was Riona that wanted to start the war to get out of her marriage, according to Mircea. Adira is the woman you saw who came out with the boss, the one that he was protecting, and put in the line of fire to keep her safe. Didn’t you hear, Lars, they’ve been married since before Riona disappeared? Theron can show you the paperwork and the marriage certificate is framed in the boss’s office. You need to keep up, Marc, or you’re going to get replaced on the security detail.” Pietre elbowed him with a slight smirk, having understood very well what Lars was telling them, and what it meant. “So, Svarog and I are going to stay here, and help Theron figure out who helped that bastard hurt the boss’s wife? Sounds like we’ll also be working out if there is anyone else working against him?”

“That’s the plan. You can understand how in just over twenty-four hours after being freed from the Marabioli house where she was held prisoner, to be drug across the lawn of her own home with a gun to her head might be a bit…stressful.” Lars inclined his head to add emphasis. “Marcin, you’ll be coming with us to Caliban's cabin in the mountains. Caliban wants to take her up there for seclusion and to recover from the trauma. The newly married couple would also like some time alone together, since that has been in short supply lately. You and I will take shifts. Since it’s just going to be the four of us, we are getting the luxury of not having to share a room and getting to stay in the guest rooms that he usually reserves for his friends.” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. "I can tell you that Mrs. Andros is terrified of thunder, but she will do fine as long as the boss is with her if we have a bad storm. Otherwise some hand holding might be in order. That storm we had last night was not a fun experience for her.”

Marcin nodded. He was now understanding what was going on, if still a little confused why Caliban was somehow married to Mircea Kalavati’s wife. That seemed like a good way to start a war with the Kalavati family to him, but he was not going to challenge the boss. “Hand holding I can do. She seems like a very sweet woman.”

“She is. Don't ask me how this all got started, I don’t know. Given Caliban’s temperament at the moment, I wouldn’t go asking him either. It is clear that he cares for her, and I would venture deeply. Theron seems to have affection as well. So our two bosses want this woman looked after.” His lips thinned as Lars smiled. “During the storm Caliban didn’t release her even after she’d fallen asleep. Whoever she started life out as, she is Adira ANDROS now.” His brows rose to add emphasis.

“Is she okay?” Pietre asked. He’d been wondering. Lars hadn’t really said and they knew that she’d been taken out of the gatehouse by Caliban and Theron caging her so that she didn’t have to see the blood and body from the earlier violence.

“As best a woman that lived under routine beatings from Mircea Kalavati, then a kidnapping by the Marabioli clan, and now almost getting shot in the head by her new husband’s guard could be doing. That is to say, physically she is fine, but emotionally I won’t venture a guess. Neither Theron nor Caliban are letting anyone near her. I guess we will know when we leave tonight.” Lars sighed.

“You two take care of her up there with Caliban. We’ll ferret out the traitor or traitors to the boss, so it’s all safe when you get back. There is just something wrong with this whole situation.” Pietre looked between the other two men.

“I don’t disagree. Kondrat was way too confident for him to be acting on his own. He was having help from somewhere and thought that whoever it was, they were going to cover his ass. For him to have pulled her right from behind you, that means he knew he was going against the boss.” Marcin shook his head slightly. "So that means we have at least one other person.”

"Which is why the five of us will be Caliban’s eyes and ears for a while. He needs to focus on Adira. Right now she's clinging to him but she could just as easily get spooked and then we'd have to hunt her down and hope Mircea didn't find her first." Theron joined the other three men. With Adira resting and Caliban packing, he'd decided to see how everyone else was doing.

"Ther, so you think that Cal is in danger too? Do we need to step up security in general when they come back?" Pietre asked, the question having been growing in his mind.

"I don't think there's a threat to Cal, yet. That yet may change. Any leak or someone working for another family is bad news though. It weakens us," was Theron's answer.

"I'm going to address the elephant in the room, so don't shoot me. How did Cal go from entering that house to kill Riona Kalavati to exiting with his new wife?" Marcin knew that he was in dangerous territory but if he was going to unequivocally have Caliban’s back, he wanted to understand. Theron had the answer, he was sure. He only hoped that he didn’t die for his curiosity

Theron chuckled before explaining how absolutely everything the previous day had happened. When Caliban had started feeling attraction to the beautiful brunette, he couldn't say, but the chemistry had been obvious even to him from early on in their meeting. He had no reservations about the arrangement or relationship. If he had, he would have voiced them to Caliban personally..

"I believe she is going to do Cal and the organization a world of good. She seems honest and trustworthy. As you can see, he's a little protective. Truthfully, we both are." Theron chuckled.

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[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue Ch. 44- Blackbird

Summary: Liz is unwillingly brought into the ER. Lee experiences something ominous. He and Britt have a huge disagreement which helps Lee see his future more clearly. Lee pays his karma respects. Luke is on the case to Lee's dismay. Angel is put in her place. Lee meets the strange Spinelli who has something for him. Cyrus makes an offer and a very indiscreet threat. Lee takes another blow. More signs come. Lee tends to Jo in more ways than one. Code Blue.

*Chapter Warnings* DARK! REDRUM!! language, angst, stab wounds, anxiety meds and alcohol use, death depiction, smut, sexual depictions

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Chapter characters: Lee, Josie, Orlando, Spinelli, Maggie, Elizabeth, Britt, Luke, Angel, Cyrus

Salem, Massachusetts

March 20, 2023

The emergency room doors glided opened at 6:30 p.m. as Damion Spinelli struggled to support a very filthy, pale, cold and severely injured Elizabeth who collapsed only moments after entry. If he had found her when he was alone, Spinelli would not have lifted a finger to help her since he knew of Jason's plan, but since a very distressed Maggie had been present, he had no choice, for she insisted he take Liz to the hospital and she rode with him.

Nurses immediately assisted and placed Elizabeth onto a wheeled bed as a physician quickly checked her over her while grilling Damion about what happened. He told the doctor he did not know, that she appeared out of nowhere, covered in blood and collapsed, which actually was the truth.

After a brief assessment of her wounds, it was determined that Liz had been stabbed multiple times in the abdomen and was quickly rushed off to a room for further preliminary treatment while Spinelli sat with Maggie in the waiting room to help keep her calm.

Lee had just finished rounds with patients he knew, some he he didn't and headed up to his office for a much needed quiet break while he filled out some paperwork and to text you. Upon getting his phone out, you had finally responded to his text from lunch time that simply said "was sleeping sorry."

Almost 7 hours? he thought as he replied.

"Baby, are you alright? I'll come home if you need me to. You're so quiet."

"No. Just tired." was all you said and dozed back off on the couch with the dark room's only light from the fireplace. This was exactly why you would never took your anxiety medication which this time you stupidly washed down with many glasses of white wine, not to mention, the meds would make you loopy if you tried to walk around which was not good considering you were already naturally accident prone.

"Ok sweetheart. I only have 4 more hours and I'll be home. I'll just surprise you with some food so you don't have to choose. Sweet dreams my love. I love you."

A few minutes went by and you did not reply. Lee laid his phone down and just stared at the display pic of you and him, rubbing his thumb softly over your face.

He remembered that day at the farm out by the pond, softly kissing your lips as you took a blind selfie of the sweet moment and amazingly, the filtered shot turned out almost as perfect and beautiful as he thought you were.

Lee then brought his focus to the stack of paperwork he needed to complete and just stared at that too. His mind just wasn't there. Was he really suffering from separation anxiety because all he could think about was you? He knew it was just that, for he had felt this way when you had left him for a week. Orlando was wrong. Lee knew he would not adjust to it.

He got up and went to the window where the full moon shone in as he drank another red bull. The night was a blustery rainy mess and he just wanted to be cuddled up with you on the couch by the fireplace with a good scary movie, or better yet...making love to you.

As he went to take another sip of his go to work drink, something out of the ordinary happened for that time of night. A crow smacked into the window, startling Lee so bad that he spilled the red bull all over his white dress shirt. This was a very good reason he disliked wearing white, although it wouldn't have mattered in this case of saturation.

"Jesus, what the fuck!" he snapped as he gaped at the blood smeared glass bearing his surprised reflection.

Now his mind was spinning like a tornado, for he knew what it meant of a blackbird striking a window, or really any bird for that matter. Death.... but it was much more of a sinister sign when it was a crow, or at least that's what Lee believed.

Frustrated beyond measure, Lee tore off the shirt, buttons flying about and opened a bottle of water to clean his chest off, then went to his wardrobe of extra clothing, pulling out a purple long sleeved dress shirt and quickly changed into it. As he headed for the door and yanked it open to go buy another unneeded replacement beverage, Orlando was standing there with his hand up, ready to knock.

"Jesus man! Don't do that shit." Lee gasped as he jumped back, still freaked out over the bird incident.

"Sorry?? Didn't think you'd be whipping the door open as I came up."

"No...I'm sorry. I'm just having a bad fucking night and want to go home. What's up?"

"Well, it's about to get worse. Elizabeth was just brought in to the ER. She's been...um...stabbed...like a lot."

"Say that again?" Lee asked with an arched brow.

"I think you heard me."

Lee barged right past Orlando and sped down the stairs, heading to the ER, but not out of any concern for Liz, but out of shock that she was still alive and even more shocking, Lee didn't feel one ounce of guilt over that. Would anyone blame him after what Liz did to Jacob??

Britt had just came in for her shift and didn't even make it to the elevator when she saw an unconscious Liz being wheeled out on a bed, hooked up to oxygen and an IV. Out of great curiosity, she stopped the nurses to find out what happened considering Liz had just been fired 4 days earlier per Cyrus's request, a man Britt knew loathed Elizabeth....and now here she was, fighting for her life.

After finding out the extent of her injuries, Britt ordered them to carry on with taking her to prep for surgery, which a very disconcerted Lee witnessed and physically stopped Britt in her tracks.

"Are you seriously sending her in for help??"

"Lee what?? Of course I am? Where else would I send her??" britt asked, completely flabbergasted at his inhumane words.

"THAT way. To the morgue where she belongs!" he snapped as he pointed to the exit, startling Britt.

"DOCTOR Pace. Need I remind you that that is who you are?? AND where you are?? A hospital?? That's what we do here remember? Help people. ALL people regardless of our feelings towards them."

"Maybe that's you but that's not me. She killed my son!!"

"Keep your voice down!" Britt sternly whispered. "You need to go back to your office and calm the hell down."

"Are you really telling me to CALM down?? You of all people know what she is."

"I do know Lee. Greatly. But I am the chief of staff here and a doctor and I am still your boss so you need to do as I've asked."

"You're an OBGYN!" he snarked with a chuckle. "You know, the ones who bring children into the world, unlike nurse Elizadeath who takes them out! And you're a hypocrite. Did you not threaten Liz "Jason style" at my dad's funeral? Jo told me."

"This isn't about me Lee. Now you need to get yourself under control or you can go home. My god, you just got your job back after anxiously waiting all this time and it's your first day! Maybe it was too much too soon and you just need part time for awhile to get your feet wet again."

"Yeah well maybe I don't want it back and maybe this was the reason I've been waiting for to burn this mob controlled house down. I don't know about you but I am not OK with having a mob boss as MY boss. It's bad enough working under you. And I'm not OK with saving people like her. She's the exception to the rule of do no harm."

"Ok, you need to heed your words after all that just went down with Mr. Carpenter's daughter and he himself. It doesn't look good Lee."

"Hooollly hell....are you fucking him too??"

"EXcuuuse me???"

"You know what? Never mind. I'm sure you are. You do know Jason would take care of her right? Which makes me wonder how the two of you ever worked out. You being a healer, him being quite the opposite. I mean, do you even know that she helped kill him too??? Do you know the real reason why?? Or the real reason he wanted her dead? Do you even care???"

"That's enough! Take the rest of the night off Dr. Pace and I suggest when you return, you don't bring Dr. Hyde with you."

Lee's expression turned smug as he leaned down to whisper in Britt's ear. "Jacob was Jason's biological son and he knew it. And he knew what Liz did to Jake. That's the first reason why he wanted her dead with the second being the fact that she tried to off him with the help of Ethan and Johnny Zacchara under the orders of YOUR sleezy new jailbird boss. And she did it alllll because of little ole you. This hospital is a landfill rotted with mounds of overflowing trash and I cannot breathe here anymore."

Lee walked off, leaving Britt speechless over what he just revealed and the only thing she could process out of it at that moment was one word that she whispered as she turned with befuddled eyes to watch Lee disappear around the corner.

"Tried??"

Once Lee rounded the corner, he momentarily stopped and then peeked back to see if Britt had left, in which he caught a glimpse of her heading to the break room. There was no way he was leaving until he saw Liz up close and personal.

After Britt was out of sight, Lee snuck in the room where Liz was semi-conscious and in shock, rambling away a series of jumbled words as nurse Theresa was preparing her pre-op sedative.

"Oh...Dr. Pace, I didn't see you there."

"Not only can't you read, but you're blind as well. Interesting." Lee retorted in defense of Orlando being badgered by her about his handwriting.

"I...I'm sorry?"

"You should be. I need you to leave."

"Umm, Dr. Pace I need to giv..."

"NOW...nurse...Theresa." he barked, emphasizing her name.

She pursed her lips and scurried out and Lee knew he would have little time before she brought Britt back with her.

"Well well well Lizzie. We meet again, except this time, I'm standing over you. Isn't it ironic, don'tcha think? Looks like the karma train found you." Lee taunted, just as she had done to him after the accident with Jacob.

"Train...t..train..." Liz mumbled, becoming agitated at Lee's voice. "Jake...he's on...Jacob...I see him....hear...the...train...no...noo...no...I...I...don't want to....no...go away...go..."

Lee's eyes widened at her words as the heart rate monitor began to rapidly chime.

"You! Out now!" Britt snapped, pushing Lee aside as she came rushing in with a smug faced nurse Theresa.

Lee formed a grin as Liz's eyes slightly opened to see his gloating ones.

"Chooo chooo." he snarked with a wicked arched brow as he nonchalantly backed his way out of the room with his hands in his pockets.

Once he turned around, there on the far side of the nurses station, stood Angel in her work attire, speaking with "detective" Luke, a sight he wasn't prepared to see. For one thing, his long time friend who he was currently at odds with, was up to his womanizing ways, pretending to comfort an upset Angel as he rubbed her arm in a very provocative way when she was a complete stranger to him and then there she was, being her typical self, eating the attention right up as she flaunted her bedroom eyes up at him.

With his hands still in his pockets, Lee crept around the large square cubicle, watching them and was able to hear Angel's quiet words as he came up behind Luke undetected, interrupting Angel before she could blab about Jason for the time being.

""No, she hasn't said anything about what happened as far as I am aware, although I do know....oh! Le..um I..I mean Dr. Pace. I didn't see you standing there." Angel said with surprise as she flirtatiously bit her bottom lip, seemingly losing all interest in Luke just like that.

"Ha! yeah, crazy huh? Here I am, six foot five... and NO one seems to see me today." Lee joked with a fake full on smile, paired with incredulous sarcasm and then his smile vanished as he leered at Luke. "Well, look what the cat dragged in. I hear congratulations are in order. How's being a rookie cop treating you these days?"

"Detective." Luke flatly riposted with a returned leer.

"Ahh, my bad. Guess I should have known that by the Miami Vice Crockett get up. You always did have a thing for Don Johnson."

"Why are you always trying to cause trouble?" Luke firmly stated as he walked up to Lee.

"Me? Trouble? Nah, that's more your style and I bet Landy and those bar thugs would agree. What are you doing here?"

"I think that's obvious, don't you?. So tell me Lee, where were you in the past 24 hours?"

"Are you serious right now?"

"As serious as Elizabeth Webber's attack. You see, we have a stabbing victim, one you knew quite well and one you disliked very much."

"AS did you and half of Salem, but if you must know as you should know and probably did, I was with my girlfriend at my lake house all morning and for the past 4 days as well and then I came here today for my shift at 10 am."

"I...thought you said you and Jolene were done???" Angel reeled as she rudely cut in.

Lee's eyes closed as he released a hard sigh of agitation through flared nostrils, for he was at his wit's end with her and with everyone else in his path that night.

"What I said was, we were having issues, which by the way was a flat out lie and let me correct your intentionally trite bullshit. It's JOSIE!" Lee barked, making Angel jump.

"Fuck you Lee." Angel snarled as she glared at him and stormed off.

Lee turned his head to the side she walked past him on.

"There isn't enough whiskey on the PLANET darlin, but thanks, I'd fuck me too." Lee happily riposted and then turned back to Luke.

"Alright, so I know the drill. Don't leave town blah blah blah...are we done here?? I have a job to do."

"For now. So...you won't mind me questioning Josie about your...alibi...for the morning hours?"

"Oh... you'd love that wouldn't you? Anything to be close to her."

"Actually, yes I would love that. You see, I also have a job to do. And as you said...don't leave town."

Luke grinned and gave Lee a hard pat on the shoulder as he walked off.

Lee was mad as a hatter, his lips and jaw clenched so tight that the bones in his neck were protruding while he eyed Luke's swaggered exit. Just when he thought he had a moment of peace, his name was being called by a familiar voice.

"Lee!!" Maggie cried as she came running up and into his arms, followed by Spinelli whom Lee did not know.

"Margaret?? What's wrong?? Why are you here?? My god, is Jo..."

"No...noo..." she sobbed as he held her. "I...I'm the one who found Elizabeth. Is she...is she alright??"

"I...I really don't know. They were prepping her for surgery. I...I didn't know you found her...you...knew her??"

"I did...briefly...because of Jason, but I haven't seen her in years." she explained through her sniffles and then released Lee. "I had no idea she is the mother of your boy. Damion here, was filling me in. I'm sorry, where are my manners. Lee, this is Damion Spinelli. He was Jason's good friend...Jo's too and he happened to be there tonight at the pub and heard me scream when she came stumbling out of the bushes."

Lee's attention turned to the younger dark haired guy that couldn't have been more than your age who seemed naturally nervous and talked a million miles an hour.

"Damion...I don't believe we've met, yet you seem to know me??"

"My apologies. Lee, if I may...er may I call you that?" he asked and quickly carried on without giving Lee a chance to answer. "You see, I am very well acquainted with the March family, Jason in particular...as you obviously now know per the fiery highness informing you of that just now and I am also a very dear friend of the blonde one."

"I...I'm sorry, the... blonde..one?"

"Oh..my apologies I offer again. The fair Josephine March, the one you adore and cherish to the moon and back. She and I were in attendance together in our more youthful days. Class of 2011. Salem High. We once shared a most magical night under the stars...well, that is what the prom theme was referenced as in our junior year. I still remember it like it was only yesterday, she in her red as roses gown that complemented her then fiery strands, hence why I used to refer to her as the fiery one once upon a time." Spinelli rambled on as he envisioned you and he that night.

"Youuuu...used to...date...my girlfriend?" Lee asked, quite puzzled, for Damion seemed to be the furthest of your type and it was even more puzzling that he was actually employed by a mob boss, for Lee recalled you telling him about Spinelli and his hacking skills.

"Well..I would imagine your definition and my definition of dating are not one in the same. I mean...it was a date for me that night yes, but we were not per se, like you and she are? Josephine, with her kindest of hearts, took pity on my poor soul when I was turned down by the troubled one...oh, that would be Megan, the sibling Josephine rivals with. I am forever most grateful to the blonde one for making a very sour night turn sweet and for her genuine and continued friendship all these years and for making me feel welcomed into her family, hence where I met Jason and the more than lovely Margaret. No concern is needed. Josephine only has eyes for you from what I am highly aware of."

Lee's mind was boggled by Spinelli's intellectual rantings and he wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet, but...he did make him chuckle for the first time during his long drug out and stressful shift.

"No worries Damion. I wasn't concerned."

"Oh please, address me as Spinelli, if I may ask of the good doctor Pace?"

"Lee is just fine, as you asked earlier. It is nice to meet you Spinelli and I am glad you were there tonight for Margaret and also that you care for Jo as you do. You seem like a really good friend to her and the family. Oh and Margaret...you...haven't spoken to Jo have you? About...what happened?"

"No..no I..I have been too distracted with it all."

"That's good. I would like to tell her myself when my shift is over, which is in roughly two hours. If she knows what you endured, she would be driving down here alone, in the rain and dark and all in a panic. Are you sure you're alright Margaret? I can leave early and take you home." Lee sweetly offered with a softened smile and genuine compassion in his eyes as he took her hands into his.

"Oh no dearest Lee, you're so very kind but Damion will take me. You go take care of my daughter. I will be alright after I get home and pour me some good old Irish whiskey over some ice." she said with a giggle that reminded Lee of yours.

"That sounds very good doesn't it?" Lee asked, chuckling at the woman he hoped would one day be his mother-in-law. "I promise you, I will assure Jo that you are doing alright and please, please call at any hour if you need us."

Maggie squeezed his hands and teared up with a smile. "You are such a godsend in my Joey's life and mine too. I can't wait to see what the future holds for the two of you." she said with a wink in regards to Lee's upcoming proposal and then hugged him.

"Dr. Pace! A word??" Britt barked from the hall, making Lee cringe.

"What fresh hell awaits me now?" he mumbled as he closed his eyes, making Maggie laugh, for she knew very well how Britt could be.

"It was a great pleasure to meet you Lee. I am sure we will be seeing much more of each other in the near future." Spinelli said with telling eyes as he smiled and extended his hand out to shake Lee's. In the exchange, Lee felt something slip into his palm.

"You too. Drive safe." Lee replied, discreetly placing his hand in his pocket with what felt like a folded piece of paper inside of it.

"What in the hell were you thinking??" Britt scolded as Lee approached her, rolling his eyes. "Interfering with a vital procedure of a patient, which that's what she is, no matter how bad you can't stand Liz. Her condition is critical and every second counts that you took away. Do you know how bad that makes you look?? Are you trying to get fired?? I told you to go home!"

"Why don't YOU go home miss righteous??"

"You're telling me to leave?? This is MY hospital??" Britt intensely reminded him, astonished by his audacious attitude.

The corner of Lee's lip curled up into a smirk as his eyes laughed at what stood in her shadow.

"I would tend to beg the differ on that."

Britt spun around to the stench of old spice cologne and the one sided grin of Cyrus Renault as he leered at her.

"Do we have a problem here... Doctor...Westbourne? If anything makes anyone look bad, it is the way you speak to the employees. I can't say that I would blame Dr. Pace for being defensive, or any other employee for that matter that has to endure the displeasure of your arrogance."

"Are...are you serious right now?? Did you not just hear how he spoke to me? I am his superior!"

"And I am yours, which seems to be reminded to you. Also I think you need reminded of the fact that there are many many doctors and nurses here quite qualified for your position...such as, well..the good doctor Pace here yes? Don't you think so....Lee? If I may call you that? What do you say in stepping up your game?"

"Dr. Pace." Lee bluntly said. "Would seem the proper term...And though I appreciate your faith in my capabilities...I am not interested."

"Excuse me???! You can't just give my job to someone else. It has to be voted on by the board!" Britt reeled.

"Oh I assure you the board would...easily...be swayed in such a fresh new direction. I like you Lee and the offer stands if you change your mind. I could use someone like you that knows how things should be...handled. You should be careful Dr. Westbourne. You don't want to end up like Ms. Webber."

Cyrus went to leave, patting Lee on the shoulder as he walked past him and then snapped his fingers and spun back around.

"Oh...fired...that is....and Lee, I hope Ms. March is doing better." he said and grinned, then went on his way.

Britt's eyes gaped at Lee. "Did you hear that?? He just threatened me! Ok, I don't even care about before right now, Lee, you HAVE to listen to me. When Cyrus says he likes someone, it means he wants something from them. God only knows what he could want from you but you cannot accept his offer, and no it's not because I don't want to lose my job. And...I know I told you to leave..but...do you think you could stay...I mean...you don't think it's odd that he's creeping around here at night?? Right after Liz was brought in?"

"I'll do it for Jo...but I'm only staying until my shift is over and then you're on your own. I'm going to go find Orlando." Lee firmly stated, completely ignoring all that Britt had just said.

He heard her though and thought about it on his way to fill in his best friend who had a full night's shift ahead of him and would be there with Britt to keep an eye on things. Of course though, things didn't work out as he had wanted them too when he was paged to the ER for a head trauma patient that had been brought in while he was in the middle of relaying the night's events to Orlando over coffee.

"Here we go again." Lee deeply sighed and reluctantly got up to leave.

Orlando stopped him by gently taking his arm.

"Hey man. You did nothing wrong. Liz got exactly what she deserved so don't wallow in thinking you're a bad person, because then that makes me and all the many others that feel the same way about her a bad person too for agreeing with you. We protect each other, always have, always will, even when we want of beat the hell out of each other."

"Thanks wingman, for always having my back from day one. Later Lando." Lee smiled, patted his his bff's arm, then rushed off, texting you as he did so to say he may be late.

11 pm rolled around, three hours past the time Lee shift was supposed to have ended. The patient he treated had been in a terrible car accident and didn't make it, despite Lee's best efforts and it was deja vous all over again, reminding him of when he treated a supposable Jason. Everything was lining up for Lee in helping him make a long thought out decision. Signs he told himself, just like you would.

Lee rubbed his weary eyes and yawned as he made his way back to his office to gather his stuff and once again change his shirt, for he got blood on it, then he went looking for Orlando to say goodnight. Still, he had no text from you and he was now becoming highly anxious to get home, more so than he had been all night. He then called you after a failed attempt to locate Orlando, but your phone went straight to voicemail which told him it was either off or dead. Something didn't sit right with Lee about it, for he knew you wouldn't just ignore him and make him worry, which now only made him worry more.

On his way through the parking lot, being drenched in rain as he grieved the loss of yet another patient under his care, he stopped at the window of his truck door and stared at his reflection, wondering who in the hell he was even looking at when suddenly he heard the repetitive caws of a crow in patterns of three. He turned to see the blackbird sitting up on a light pole, peering down at him. Was he grieving too? Over the loss of his feathered friend or mate? Or was he warning of something wicked this way to come?

Lee immediately hopped in his truck, peeling out as he sped off into the night, making it back to the lake house in a fraction of his usual time to see it completely dark.

"Jo!" he shouted as he got out and slammed his door, then raced up to the house.

The sound of his yell and the bang of the truck door startled you awake from your medicated state that was beginning to wear off, although you still felt foggy due to the earlier wine consumption.

"Lee??" you mumbled as you clumsily pushed your way up into a sitting position.

"Yeah baby, it's me." he panted and dropped his briefcase to rush over to you.

He knelt down, hugged you tight, then took your sleepy face into his hands and sweetly smiled as he studied your dilated eyes.

"Hey sweetheart, what's going on? You ok?"

"Mmm hmm. I..was just taking a nap."

Lee glanced over at the glass and almost empty wine bottle sitting on the coffee table, then he looked back at you.

"Baby, it's almost midnight. You took a 12 hour nap?? I texted you at noon and you didn't reply until a few hours later, saying you were sleeping, remember? And I haven't heard from you the rest of the day and night. I tried calling but...babe, you worried the hell out of me."

"Oh yeah, sorry..my phone...it's dead." you explained as you gazed at it laying on the floor beside his knees. "I was going to charge it but...I fell back asleep I guess."

"Jo...look at me. What did you take? besides a bottle of wine?"

"Huh? Oh..umm...that." you giggled. "I felt anxious and didn't want to have an attack while I was alone so I...I took one of my pills."

"With wine??? Jo..."

"I know, I know. Stupid. I just...you were gone...and you left so fast without even saying...you love me and you...you haven't touched me in days and I felt so alone even when you were here...and...and..."

You covered your face and began to sob.

"Oh god, come here, come here." Lee whispered and pulled you close, cradling your head under his chin. "I'm so sorry baby, I'm sooo sorry. I'm here now, I'm here shhhhh."

Lee rocked you for a few moments, feeling incredibly guilty and he knew he was going to have to explain. All of it. But right then was not the time, nor was it the time to tell you about Liz and your mom.

"Lee." you sniffled and pulled back as he glided the back of his fingers over your tears. "You're soaked and freezing and...weren't you supposed to be off hours ago?"

"Yeah, it's pouring and my truck's heater took a shit and...there was a last minute emergency I had to deal with at the hospital. I tried to call you to let you know."

"Uggh...I'm so sorry I scared you. I can't believe how stupid I was to do this."

"Hey, you're not stupid. I understand. I really do Jo. This is all my fault and..."

"Like hell it is. You didn't make me drink all that wine or take that pill."

"Alright. We will just agree to disagree for now. Let me get dried off and make you some food. I was going to bring home a pizza but I just needed to get back here to make sure you were ok. How about a movie too?"

"Sure...how about a spooooky one? The night is perfect for it yes? I see you have The Shining on DVD.......REDRUM!!" you said in your best Danny Torrence voice.

"Ummm how bout NO." Lee chuckled. "Really not in the mood for all that blood. Let's compromise and find one that's both funny and scary?....and hey....my girl....I...love....you...so much."

Your breath was stolen, allowing a squeak of a whimper to escape your lips as he took your mouth fully into to his. Running your fingers up through his dripping locks, you returned his passionate kiss, truly, madly and deeply.

"You know." you said, breathing heavily over his perked lips. "Food and a movie can wait so I can help you get out of these wet clothes."

"Is that so?" Lee murmured over your lips with a curled smirk as his growing member below told him he wasn't backing out of it this time.

"It is." you simply said and grabbed the remote to the stereo, turned on the music, then tossed it back on the coffee table and grinned at him.

"Ohhhh I am soooo fucked."

"That you are."

Lee laughed that hearty laugh he always did, the same one you heard him do in the video with Liz and then you began to unbutton his shirt as he knelt between your legs, his sapphire eyes dilating as he faded into you. And ironically...that song came on.

Once his shirt was off and so was yours, you wrapped your legs around his waist and he stood up with you attached to him like a koala baby, then he took you to the fireplace and gently laid you onto the rug in front of it. Once again, kneeling between your legs, Lee yanked your leggings clean off with one swipe and tossed them aside as you both laughed.

His eyes gazed at your glowing body of fire light, stroking his palm over your bare stomach in a most sensual way that made your back arch and your hips rock up.

"My god...you're so beautiful Miss Massachusetts."

Lee bent his arm under and around the back of your thigh and began kissing the inner side, starting at your knee and working his way down to your greatly aroused bud. The shock of his warm tongue gliding over it sent your fingers to his dripping hair, grabbing fistfuls of it as you bellowed out his name.

He quickly stood up and fought with his belt buckle until his pants were at his ankles and his girthy cock pointed right at you.

"I can't do this foreplay. It's been days." Lee panted out and urgently laid upon you, devouring your mouth as he guided himself into you.

Gasping at the pleasureful thrust, your nails tore a deep trail up his sculpted back.

"Gahhh!" he grunted and smiled as he filled your extremely slick walls, then he began slowly pumping you with a slight sway of his hips.

Lee was the one who was beautiful. His damp straggly hair dangling down his forehead, the fire's light glowing over his rain dampened skin and radiating off of his face. It was a vision that would forever be etched in your mind.

Your palms laid flat on his chest and they soon glided down his stomach where they stopped as you diligently viewed him slide in and out of you. He was so gentle, so loving in his movements. Everything was perfect as you both faded into each other.

"I love you." he whispered. "Forever."

Your hand went to his cheek. "I love you forever."

Lee's tender thrusts were now deep and grinding which curled his lengthy cock upwards, drawing you closer to climax as it neared your sweet spot and you knew he was holding back for you, for it was written all over his strained face and grunts that he was ready to explode like a grand finale of fireworks.

"I'm so close." he panted over your mouth, his eyes fixated in yours as his pace slowed.

"Now baby now...come with me. Let me feel you. I need to feel you."

Your words sent him spiraling into a shaking, jerking and paralyzing release as it did you and every pulse of him was felt by you as he felt yours while you clung to one another, your gasping and moaning breaths breathing into the other's mouth.

"My god, did... that... just happen?" Lee stammered. "Or am I dreaming?"

"It certainly was a dream of mine for the past how many days."

"Oh god baby...it was for me too. I..I am so damn sorry. I can explain all that."

"Not now. I just want to lay here by the fire in your arms for the rest of the night, no talking. Just hold me...please. I need you to hold me." you said and locked lips with him.

"CAW CAW CAW!!!!" a crow called from outside the window.

Lee's head whipped around, his mouth and eyes both gaping at the window that only showed his own reflection.

"Well that's odd. A blackbird singing in the dead of night. Don't crows or ravens usually make their ruckus during the daylight hours? Mostly in the morning when you're trying to freaking sleep?" you giggled.

Lee didn't even hear you as his eyes remained frozen on the window.

"Three times." he mumbled in a whispered tone.

"Lee?? Baby, what's wrong?"

"Huh??" he gasped and turned back to you.

"Ummm, the...crow? Why are you so freaked out?"

"Oh...who me? Nahhh...it just startled me, that's all. It'll take more than some little blackbird to scare me. Come here. Let me hold you."

Lee snuggled you as you laid upon his chest just under his chin while his eyes once again fixated on the window without a single blink. The feeling was back in the pit of his stomach that he felt earlier that night when the other bird first hit the window. The feeling that something bad was going to happen.

The soft repetitive sound of beeping could be heard on the EVS monitor in the darkened room in the wee hours of the morning where a stabilized Elizabeth soundly slept after her successful surgery hours prior.... but she wasn't alone.

Her eyes happened to slit open to a blurred vision of a figure standing beside her. Thinking she was dreaming, she blinked a few times and then the faceless image became clear.

"You...why are you here?" she whispered in a grumbly voice, still very groggy from the anesthesia. "Where am I? What are you doing?"

"Hush now Lizzie. Just finishing up your overdue dose of medicine. It's time to sleep now." the man wearing a doctor's white coat told her as he injected something into her IV.

He then stood over her, watching her as her eyes closed for the last time. Within minutes, the only sound that was then heard was that of a flatline as an illuminated horizontal bar flowed across the screen.

The faceless man exited and as he disappeared into the halls, the next sounds were of a loud buzzer and an echoed PA system.

"CODE BLUE."

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10

Demitri and Colt had left shortly after the meeting in Colt’s office to go and talk to some of their contacts.  They also needed to decide how to handle the fact that they WERE still the attorney on record for Constant Rakeovich and neither of them wanted to remain such.  After what had happened in his office, Colt thought it better for that conversation to happen somewhere that Abby would not overhear them again.

Sensing his dark mood, Abby covered the top of Colt’s desk in post-its. Each one with something goofy, or a question out of her Bar Exam study guide. He'd left those post-its of hers from the other night on his desk all night, ones she’s just put smiley faces on after he’d won his latest court case...she wondered what he'd do with all these.  She knew if left to just the two of them, both Colt and Dimitri would stew.  Somewhere in the last five years, she had become the one to break the tension, and this was her newest way. Dimitri would get a dozen pryaniki on his desk in the morning, he was brightened up more with food, and seemed to love teaching her to bake treats from his homeland.

***

Colin was in danger, his intern being tortured and murdered, and Colt was in a fucking shitty ass mood from everything he and Dimitri had found out while they were out of the office. So when he opened the door to his office and saw the top of his desk, he came to a complete stop. The little imp that was his assistant had covered the top of his desk in pastel colored post-it notes…again. Dear god, there were dozens of them.  He thought there had to be even more than the last time she’d done it.  Her antics from the other night had been topped, but what the fuck had she put on them this time?

He went over to his desk and started looking at them. Her elegant writing was on each of them. Some made him laugh and others just had him shaking his head. What in the fuck was she doing?

Then it hit him and he felt like an idiot, she was distracting him. That's what she was doing. And she'd done a damn good job. While I'd been reading every single one, two hours had passed and I hadn't thought of where his brother was, or what was going on with him. He had relaxed. He had even laughed. It was what he needed. Damn little imp.

"ABBY!" Colt’s voice rang out it his office, more than loud enough for her to hear in her little alcove of an office off of their waiting room.

Abby's head peaked around the corner, her brows raised as she pretended not to know what was going on. "Yeah, boss? Has something more happened?  You didn’t need the Smith filings until the morning, I’m still working on getting them all entered.  I hate this case, just so you know."  She gave him a sarcastic smile, still playing stupid

Had something more happened? So, the imp would play stupid. It almost made him laugh. "Yes, it has. SOMEONE has vandalized my office. I need you to call Detective Kase and tell him he'll need to come by. This is the work of someone devious.  Boxes left on Colin’s desk and apparently pastel post-it notes on mine.  Might be the work of the same person." He was smirking and he was trying to keep from busting up laughing.

"Vadalism?  Are they threatening?" She stepped into the doorway. Surely he recognized her handwriting. "Are you sure it's not a friendly prank? Someone just being silly?" If he hadn't docked her pay in the past, he was going to now. Or maybe even fire her. Her heart raced and she felt light headed, the color draining from her face slowly once more.

Wrong day to be sarcastic, apparently it was the wrong day for Colt to do anything. Putting down the few post-its he had in his hand, he walked over to where Abby stood looking like she was about to panic. Demitri was eventually going to kill him for upsetting her, it was just a matter of time.  Maybe he’d get a warning shot in the shoulder if he was lucky.  Although he’d never known his partner to be especially generous in that department.

"Sweetheart, I was teasing." He took her face in his hands and tipped her head to look at him. "Just a tease. I knew it was you, and it has helped my mood." He leaned forward slightly to look her in the eyes. "You need to relax, or you're going to have your other boss kicking my ass." He chuckled as he looked down at her.

Heat flooded her cheeks, bringing with it a bright pink tinge. "Oh, oh god, I'm sorry, Colton. I guess I'm just on edge." The feel of his hands on her face was distracting, as was how close he was. The scent of his deep and rich cologne wasn't helping. You weren't supposed to be attracted to your boss. "I'm glad it helped. If Demitri gets too grouchy, I'll just pour more Yellow Spot in his coffee. That seems to do the trick." She gave him a nervous smile, trying not to get lost in those yellowish-green eyes of his.

"I'm sure it does help," Colt chuckled and moved his hands to her shoulders. If he kept them on her face, he was going to end up kissing her and then there really would be problems. She was a decade younger, and he was her boss. There was no way that it would get him anything but slapped and hated. "You know I'd never really dock your pay, right?" That had bothered him, Demitri was right that she was far better than either of them deserved.

"I, umm, well I would have deserved it if you had." Butterflies were filling her stomach and she felt very nervous suddenly.  Her hands fidgeted nervously between them as she was now very acutely aware of how close he was, the weight of his gaze, and the feel of his hands still on her.

There was little she could have said that would have made him feel like more of an ass. They were going to lose her when she passed the Illinois Bar Exam.  It was far past time to talk to Demitri about that. He wasn't ready for her to walk out of his life, maybe it took such a situation to make him realize it.

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[buckyalpine]

18 + That is your warning so stop reading. Imagine being an absolute slut for your bodyguard Bucky even though your very much so dating Steve.

"You're thinking about him, aren't you" Steve snarled, picking up his pace while you hiccupped, "You filthy fuckin' slut, you worked up and down on his cock didn't you, I'm the only one who gets to fuck you like this"

“But I love riding his dick daddy” You wailed while bouncing on Steve's cock, biting you lip, your eyes rolling back thinking about how Bucky stretched you open like a whore, splitting you in half. "I wan Bucky's cock" You sobbed, sounding needier than ever and it made Steve leak.

"Fuck sugar, that right? You're that much of a desperate slut, you want my best friends cock?"

"Uh-huh" you nodded, nearly going cross eyed, making an utter mess all over the dark blond curls at the base of Steve's cock. He didn't stop his harsh thrusts as the door clicked open, your body guard striding into the office, his cock already rock hard.

"Hey pretty girl" Bucky cooed, smirking at how cockdrunk you were while he rounded he corner of the desk to where you were splayed across Steve's lap where he sat in his office chair. He traced your pouty bottom lip before slipping his thumb into your mouth, humming in satisfaction at the way you sucked it, moaning around the metal digit.

"Go on, finish what I started" Steve nodded while you squeaked as Bucky picked up you up effortlessly off of Steve's cock, and tossing you over his shoulder.

"Need my cock, huh Bambi, that all?" Bucky's wide palm rubbed your sore ass where Steve had spanked you, turning over to place a quick kiss onto the hot skin before laying you down on the table. You let out a needy moan at the sound of his belt hitting the floor, so deep in subby space, spreading your legs extra wide as he pulled his pants down just enough to free his cock.

"Look at that, such a good girl, spreading her legs for me" Bucky leaned over to take a good look at you, your dazed expression and wiggling hips making his balls impossibly heavy. "Wanna show Steve how well you take my cock baby? Show him how I make you moan and cum, n'how I play with that cute little button between your legs?"

"Mph, Bucky please" You whined, pouting at the disappointed tsk Bucky made.

"That's not what you call me Bambi, c'mon, whose cock do you want, say it"

"Fuck me, Sergeant-OH-MY-GODD" You cried out as Bucky slammed into you, setting in a brutal pace without waring, your body bouncing against the desk as he gripped onto your hips.

"That's-it-good girl-good. fucking. girl" Bucky snarled through gritted teeth, slamming your body down onto his cock, his head thrown back, moving one hand to wrap around your neck. He was too enamored with you to notice the way Steve's hand was wrapped around his cock, working his swollen, silky tip, watching his pretty princess take his best friend like her life depended on it.

Bucky spat right onto your clit, rubbing tight circles around you with a feral look on his face feeling you squeeze around him, bending your thighs up till they hit your chest, hitting a deeper angle.

"Feel that? M'so deep in your pussy baby, s'fuckin' deep, can feel your little clit throbbing, it's all swollen huh Bambi, you're soaking my cock, make a mess all over it princess, it's all yours"

"Sergeant-gonna-I-" You couldn't forumalte words, tears streaming down your face and falling onto the desk under you, the band in your belly ready to snap-

"You gonna cum for my best friend babygirl?" Steve's focus was locked in at where Bucky was connected to you, watching his cock slam in and out of your tight cunt, stretching you wide open, his own cock growing impossibly harder, "Fuck, you're a dirty slut, I'm gonna-fuck m'cumming" Steve's voice was breathless, his chest heaving as he worked his cock faster, eyes rolling back as white streams of cream decorated his black shirt, nearly shooting to his beard. "Holy shit"

"BUCKY M'CU-UMINGG" You wailed, your back arching off the table, screaming with every muscle in your body pulled taught. You couldn't tell where your orgasm began or where it ended, unending waves of pleasure drowning you while Bucky began to chase his own.

"Cum for your Sergeant baby, that's it, such a good girl, you make my cock so hard Bambi, y'feel so good, not gonna last, shittt-HNG" Bucky let out a guttural moan, not giving a fuck that Steve was right there, pumping you full of his cum until his balls were empty and his cock was soft. He tucked himself back in his pants before removing his shirt to wipe you down and picking you up, letting you wrap yourself around him like a koala. Your boyfriend followed closely behind, smirking at the needy noise you made, checking to see that Steve was also coming for some post sex naps, sighing contently when you saw him following near by.

"Off to bed, Bambi"

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[missfrustration]

a psychic walkthrough (reigen x fem!reader) 18+ **WITH AUDIO, NSFW**

A/N: hi friends! this is my first tumblr post, because only tumblr can embed the audio! audio was made with elevenlabs, and will be sprinkled in with the fanfiction. feel free to play or not while you read!

tags: 18+, mdni, pwp, nsfw, first-time sex, loss of virginity, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, drunk, boss/employee relationship, mild dubious consent, one-night stand, saliva, talking you through it, disheveled rat man nomnom, audio fic, whats it finna play-WOAHHH

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Drinking straight liquor tonight was not a good idea for you. It made you irrational and impulsive. You would always wake up with half the bottles empty, a killer headache, and always something to think about. 

Nevertheless, you kept calling your boss, Reigen, until he picked up. 

“Mph, hey,” Reigen calls out your name, voice raspy. “What do you need…? Middle of the night, y’know, we have to go to work in the morning.”

You are caught so off guard by the huskiness in his voice that your drunken mind can only freeze the words on your tongue. 

His voice comes out as a growl when it calls your name again into the night. You can tell Reigen is concerned, yet you can do nothing but feel turned on by his stupid voice.

“I… uhhm.” You moan out into the night. Immediately, you close your mouth in surprise and panic-end the call before Reigen can get another word in. You slam it onto the table next to your bed and instinctively curl into yourself out of embarrassment. 

You can’t even pick up your phone when it vibrates off the table–you almost booty-called your boss, for fucks sake! You know Reigen will keep bothering your line, but accepting any call could result in ratting yourself out and ruining your job position at Spirits and Such. There is no way you can do that. 

You neglect the floor phone, taking a nice cold shower to forget your horned-up mind. You don’t bother gathering clothes before turning on the shower and hopping in, feeling the cool water on your hot skin. It almost relaxes you from the dirty thoughts you’ve been having. If only you could tell your boss how you feel, how you want him. Even if you haven’t lost your virginity, you’ve seen enough videos to know what you want–and boy, did you want a lot. 

Okay, that’s enough thoughts about fucking your boss for one night. 

After half an hour shy of meticulously cleaning every inch of your skin, you get out of the shower feeling satisfied and refreshed. Your arm reaches for the fluffiest towel you own, covering your moistened skin. 

You frown at the bare shelf where you usually put a clean change of clothes, now regretting not taking the extra minute to get them earlier. However, you can’t dwell on it much when you hear a noise outside the bathroom.

You freeze when you hear constant knocking on your front door, nearly shitting yourself at the fact it’s past midnight and someone wants to see you.

“Hey, I know you’re in there!” The voice says, calling your name out.

You would prefer if that voice were foreign to you now, but you know exactly who’s at the door. You have half a mind to ignore it when you end up reaching for the knob and slowly peeking an eye into the crack.

It’s Reigen with scraggly hair, bloodshot eyes, and undereye bags. You could tell his clothes were hastily put on, and he seemed out of breath and agitated. 

“Reigen?” You’re nothing less than bewildered. “Why the hell are you here?”

You open the door an inch, forgetting Reigen knows where you live. You remember him taking you home after a work party at the bar because you were way too drunk that night to get there on your own. He must’ve remembered where you were, which is both endearing and inconvenient for the time.

“Me? Are you okay?” Reigen takes the liberty of pushing open the door, concerned about your health yet oblivious to what you’re wearing.

Within the second of bursting open the door, he immediately realized why you cracked the door so narrow. Although your towel is fluffy, it’s barely enough to cover your nipples and crotch, giving Reigen the most liberal view of cleavage and legs that he could ever see. 

Your wet hair drips down to the floor, and Reigen realizes what he’s walked in on. It doesn’t help that he’s already inside your house, the door now shut from his initial push. Under his quick eyes, you cannot deny the feeling bubbling up your stomach. 

“Shit.” He rasps, immediately looking away when he realizes what he’s walked in. “Shit, okay, I’m sorry I- goddamn.”

He turns away his back entirely now, “I’m sorry for intruding, shit, I will–okay, I need to see myself out, now.”

“Hell no. Not when you’ve seen me like this, Reigen,” You say, grabbing his arm and spinning him around. Nevertheless, his head looks away. “Take some accountability.”

“Okay, alright, I’m sorry! You were calling, and I needed to make sure you weren’t dead.” He holds his hands to shake back and forth, then turns to you while covering his eyes. “What the hell happened?”

“Oh, I…” You trail off.

He leans forward and sniffs the air, glancing to your right to see the opened liquor splayed over the kitchen countertop. 

“You’re drunk?”

“I was, but I’m fine now. I promise it was no big deal. I just–”

He removes his suit jacket, “Here, before anything else, let me give you this so you can cover up.”

“No, I don’t want that.” You stop his hands that hold out the jacket, rejecting any part in it. 

“What?”

“I want you, boss.” You grit. You snatch his grey suit jacket before tossing it to the floor and stepping closer.

He looks back at you and blinks a few times, shaking his head.

“No, you’re drunk. You need to go to sleep, seriously.” Reigen groans. His voice contains an edge you can’t quite name, yet he doesn’t seem at all mad.

“I’m not drunk anymore,” You sputter, “And I know what I want, Reigen. I want you. Don’t you want me?”

“Jesus, you cannot just say that to me, especially as your boss.” Reigen covers his face, peering at you between his split fingers. 

“I don’t care. I want you to teach me things you shouldn’t, and I’m ready to learn.” 

“Teach? Wait, are you…?” Reigen stops himself from saying any more, knowing the exact answer when you nod. Reigen stares in shock, slack-jawed in disbelief. “No, there is no way you could be.”

You ignore his remark as your face glows in heat, gripping onto the edge of the towel with a resistance that’s desperate to let go. It only takes the swipe of your hand before the towel's grip succumbs to gravity, draping to the floor to expose your entire body.

“Reigen, don’t you want me?” You seductively say. 

“Yes, God, I do, alright? Now, put something on before I do something I regret, or I cannot promise this will end well.” He covers his eyes again, feeling for the doorknob behind him. 

“Why don’t we test that?”

You take his tie in your clutches, using the brevity of alcohol to do your mind’s bidding. Your arm yanks Reigen over to you until he practically topples over you in a passionate and hastily kiss. At the last minute, he stops the fall by slamming his hand on the wall right over you, making your knees buckle into an awkward stance. 

His lips feel so warm against yours, with both dehydrated from the effects of the long night. Chapped lips caress chapped lips, and you hook your arms on the back of his neck as your body thuds against the floor, subsequently taking Reigen with you. 

You wouldn’t think he would follow you to the floor so freely, immediately towering above your deliciously bare frame. His arms are planted on both sides of your head as he takes the lead in the domination of tongues. You feel caged between the arms you work under, yet the treat that is his guidance feeds you. Your lips, which have seldom kissed before, effortlessly mesh into his as he puts his weight against you. 

It’s clear what’s ahead of you and your boss, and no amount of forgetting or reasoning will cleanse your questionable business relationship to a blank slate. Right now, it’s about filling that craving for you and, ultimately, your boss. Reigen must’ve had the same thought when his lips left yours, and he started to get up.

“We’ll think about us after. Right now,” Reigen gets off you, crouching at your side before scooping you in his arms. “I’m taking you somewhere else.”

“Second door to the right,” You whisper, letting him carry you to your bedroom. 

He kicks open the door, promptly placing you on top of the bed and standing back up to undo his tie. The way he rips off that pink tie you see on him every shift before plucking open his shirt buttons from top to bottom has your mind spinning, especially when his eyes drink in your body every second he’s not touching you. By the time he gets down to his boxers, he’s back on you. 

“I didn’t know that drinking made you a liar. I’m sorry, but there is no way you're a virgin.” Reigen snorts, caging your body between his arms once more.

“Why is that so hard to believe, dumbass,” You mumble.

“Come on. We see each other every weekday, and I find it hard to believe that someone hasn’t put themselves between these pretty little hips before. I cannot be the only one, much less the first.” His knees nudge between your legs, slightly opening them. 

“As truthful now as I am about this,” You forcefully take his hand, pressing it on your exposed, hardened nipple. His hand stays there, eyes and hands now frozen from the contact. 

“Fuck.” Reigen snaps out of his hypnosis, groping your breast, taking his fingers and gently rolling the hard nipple. You pant from the foreign sensation. He watches your reaction like a dog, almost hysterical in how his eyes widen. 

His mouth takes your lips with force, then follows to the neck as he nibbles down the skin, then to the apex of your breast. Reigen’s lips coddle your areola as his tongue teasingly flicks the nipple, and his hands slowly caress the small on your waist down to the wideness of your soft hips. 

Reigen leans back to gaze at all your delicious curves, particularly the ones in between your legs that ache to feel him. He gently pushes your left leg to the side with his knee before sighing. 

“I’m not sure it’ll fit. Not right away,” Reigen starts. “So I’ll do this instead. Do you need me to guide you?” His fingers lift, showing you what he plans to start with. The display of his fingers alone makes you tremble, yet you nod your consent. 

He starts his lessons on you. The only tool he needed to show you was your body right now. You are so wet that he wouldn’t even think of lube. Not for his fingers, at least. He still felt the need to dip his fingers into your mouth. 

“Lick them, and keep your eyes on me,” Reigen says.

You obey. You flick your tongue around the pads, tasting the saltiness of his skin. You’re sure he darted straight over here when he woke up from your calls. Your mouth lingers on him, lubricating his fingers with your spit until he’s satisfied. 

“Take them for me. Let me know if it’s okay first.” You nod, and he dips his arm down.

One finger starts to slowly enter inside you as you shift your body at the feeling. Reigen carefully studies your body language. After a few moments of his first finger entering, he puts another in. 

“Damn, nobody has ever touched you like this, have they?” Reigen asks, looking into your widened eyes as his fingers start to move. He seems almost delighted by the thought of deflowering you, causing that desire to transfer to your core tenfold.

“No, Reigen. I wanted you… to be my first.” You cannot deny the aches you suffer at night after your shifts with Reigen or the long nights you endure your lust for him, yet you would never surrender your own hands to take care of it. 

“How does it feel?” His fingers gently pry your tight hole, causing your back to arch, giving Reigen’s eyes a generous view of your body.

“So, so fucking good,” You pant, gripping the wrist that invades your pussy from your lust. You make it move at a faster pace now, holding onto his arm like it’s a damn stress ball. 

“Good girl. Tell me if I need to stop.”

You feel your insides writhe in you when his fingers start to curl, constantly pushing in and out of you in a calculated rhythm. He knew exactly how much this made your body hot. His constant eyes that glance down your body up to your face tell you he’s enjoying himself, yet his thoughtful eyes still check yours, ensuring you’re okay. 

“You’re so wet for me.”

You can hear your pussy squelch now with your juices. All for Reigen, all for the man who pleasures you. Even then, it’s not enough for Reigen as he palms his erection through his boxers.

“It’ll be painful if we don’t use lube,” Reigen says. “Do you have any?”

“No,” You whine in between huffs.

“Shit…” Reigen mutters, slowly pulling his fingers out, assessing the liquid practically dripping down his fingers. “I don’t know if you want to go farther then.”

“We can go without it,” You whine, rubbing your legs together from the emptiness. 

“Are you sure you want that?” He asks. “That’s going to be a lot for you.”

You pull him in for another delicious kiss, properly exploring his mouth before answering.

“I can take it.” 

Reigen leans over you, taking his hand to thread through your fingers. He uses his other hand to free his cock from his boxers. Suddenly, you realized why he was so worried about you– over it not fitting. 

“Fine. Squeeze me as hard as you need to, okay?”

You gulp down your anxiety nod, opting to replace it with your hunger from his dick as he positions himself. Reigen’s tip protrudes in between your legs; he takes his hand and starts adding pressure against your slit. 

Your pussy can only take the very top of his penis before you begin to feel pain, worry bubbles in your stomach. 

Almost on cue, Reigen can tell what the disturbed look you sport means, the uneven rises of your chest, and the squeezes you put on his hand.

“Breathe, pretty girl. I know you can do it.” Reigen orders.

His words cut into the pain, helping you recoup your senses as he presses on; the pain persists as you take his head, which was the thickest part of him. The pressure inside feels foreign, and the pain continues when your pussy swallows his shaft. 

“You look so good taking me in. Keep going.”

His words make your pain subside when he pushes his whole cock inside you. After letting you adjust to his length, he looks into your eyes, asking if he can keep going. 

“I can take it.” You repeat, blinking away the water that gathered under your waterline. You moan out, “please, Reigen.”

Reigen looks at you like he’s never seen anything so beautiful. “Good girl.” He whispers. 

He’s three pumps in when you start panting like a dog, and your hand is still entwined with his as he squeezes. 

“Open your mouth for me.” You instantly oblige to his request, opening your mouth with tongue hanging out.

His lips purse slightly before puckering, releasing a string of his saliva into your mouth; your eyes widen before taking the gracious liquid into your mouth, tasting it like it’s the last drops of water on Earth. You practically growl as you pull his body down to you. 

“Feels good?”

He has his answer when you crash his mouth into a deep kiss, tongues exploring each other so hard that it’s scandalous. You moan out into the cavity of his mouth. “More,” you pant. 

“That’s my girl.”

His arms tuck under your torso, his hands grip your shoulder caps, and he leans his head near the crook of your neck. Your thighs spread out more until his shaft has full access to your pussy. 

He thrusts the way he’s been earlier, but with the position he has you in, plus the extra spread in your legs, his entire cock claps into your hole, earning a loud whimper out of you. Despite the volume and jolts your body takes from him, you can’t help but encourage him with the siren cry of your voice.

“That’s it. Let. it. out.” He grunts in your ear, immediately picking up a devil's pace. Your sopping wet pussy sloshes like thunder each time he thrusts, balls slapping against your ass. Your arms and legs wrap around him in a vice grip that he has a hard time reeling back each thrust of his sex into yours.

Reigen clicks his tongue. 

“Tch, you’re making it hard for me not to pull out right now.” 

You don’t think about anything else but the overwhelming sensation that has taken over any other feeling. You have no control over it, yet you feel no reason to stop it as it builds and builds.

“I… I feel funny.” You breathe out, clawing at his skin with your nails, you can’t stop yourself from the sensation. 

“Ah, I know. I can feel it.” 

“What is it? What do I-” Reigen kisses you again, and you let out an accidentally loud moan into his mouth as his lips take you.

“Follow it for me, pretty girl,” Reigen whispers. His hand darts down, assaulting the neglected bud at the apex of your pussy. Your mind goes blank as white-hot fire engulfs your core. 

“Cum for me.”

The overwhelming sensation takes over your body like a train, rushing through every vein like electricity. Your hands latch onto his hair, roughly pulling at the soft locks and scratching down his back. A noise you’ve never heard from your throat rips out like a tidal wave, crashing and chipping away at any thought you could’ve had that didn't include him. Dear God, was this a delirious feeling.

Reigen’s voice didn’t carry to your ears when he talks you through it. The soft whispers of him, “I know, I know.” are lost from your waves of pleasure. 

His dick and balls clap into you like thunder a few more times before quickly pulling out of you, groaning as he uses his hand for the rest. His seed gathers onto his fingers shortly after, dripping onto the top of your stomach as he leans over you. 

Your eyes meet, gazing into each other’s eyes with bated breath, watching your faces once contorted, now relaxing to faces of bliss. After a moment, you get up to get some tissues across the room, leaving Reigen to wipe his cum off of the both of you. 

“Fuck.” You moan out. “Please tell me it always feels like this.”

“It does now,” Reigen catches his breath, giving you a goofy smile and tossing the tissues aside. “It sure as hell does now.”

You giggle at him, and he ungracefully, dramatically flops to your side–in proper Reigen fashion.

“Well, I’m calling out tomorrow.” He whistles, absentmindedly sweeping his fingers on the skin of your stomach, still partially covered in his cum. 

“It’s not like you’ll be hungover tomorrow morning.”

“You’re too dense for your own good. Look, when I have you in your own bed? I’m not letting you go anytime soon. I really need to reevaluate our business relationship when I leave this room.” 

“I guess I’ll have to keep you here then,” you jest.

“Hey, I’m not complaining.”

#reigen arataka #reigen arataka x reader #mob psycho 100 #mob psycho reigen #audio fiction #reader insert #x reader

[avalons-minecraft-imagines]

Could you write a warden x reader (platonic) where Reader tries to befriend the warden? Like their first meeting? I really like the warden :D

Note: Hi!!! First request!! And thank u sm for requesting for the warden i love u anon :} May have expanded this juuuuust a bit AAHAUAHA i hope thats ok

~ Ancient Encounter ~

Minecraft - The Warden x Reader (Platonic)

Summary: A cave explorer stumbles upon an ancient city and meets an unlikely friend.

Likes & reblogs appreciated!

Trekking down the tight cave tunnel with your iron sword strapped to your side and backpack slung over your back, you held a bright torch in your hand to light the way through the dark caves. A noticeable dim light shone in the distance at the end of the tunnel, contrasting against the darkness that surrounded you from just how deep you were into the earth. You continued on, curiosity filling you.

As you approached the opening, it seemed that the tunnel opened up into a huge cavern below, where giant dripstone stalactites and stalagmites spiked up from the ceiling and ground. Natural platforms of stone jutting out from the walls held large pools of glowing lava that poured down from each other like waterfalls, creating the dim light that lit up the cave. Your mouth curled into a smile of awe at the odd beauty of the cavern.

You carefully make your way down into the cavern below, nearly slipping on a few loose pebbles of gravel, but steadying yourself. You reach the solid deepslate floor and place down your torch as a makeshift waypoint, since the lava gave you all the light you needed now.

You journeyed forward through the cave, iron pickaxe held in hand as you searched for the ores that the cavern would expose. You spotted a bit of lapis lazuli peeking out of one of the pillars of stone, and you continued to mine it up and shove the dusty blue stones into your bag.

You realize it has been a... while since your last monster encounter. You would expect at least one skeleton or creeper to be lurking in this big cavern, but there were none to be seen at all; not even so much as a bat. It struck as odd to you, but you thought nothing else of it once you spotted the glimmer of diamond all the way at the end of the cavern. Your own eyes light up and you trot over, boots scraping against the deepslate as you ready your pickaxe.

You raise the slightly-dull tool and swing at the stone to start freeing the gems from the wall with a sharp clang, when you hear a strange sound to your right. An odd and deep clicking noise, nothing you've heard before.

You turn your head to spot a small and dark tunnel leading out of the cavern. You leave the diamonds behind and approach slowly, getting a closer look.

The walls of the tunnel were lined with a strange dark moss-like substance with glowing bits of teal-blue. You reach your hand out to touch the weird mass, and quickly flinch back once it squished around your fingers. Then you hear that sound again.

You reluctantly move through the dark tunnel, regretting leaving your last torch behind, merely the odd blue glow of the moss lighting the walls up.

The tunnel gets wider, and once again you hear that unusual clicking noise, and something glowed a bright blue right in front of you before going into darkness once again. You froze, and from what you saw, it was a block of that same moss jutting up from the ground, and it had peculiar tendrils that shook when the sound was made. You went to move past it, and it lit up the tunnel again with the clicking as you went by. You really had never seen anything like that in any cave you've been in before...

You barely notice when the tunnel opens up in the darkness, and another large cavern, much bigger than the dripstone cave from earlier, revealed itself. Stepping out from the tunnel, it seems nearly every inch of this cavern was coated in the dark moss, and it squished underneath as you walked.

And in the distance, there seemed to be a structure of some sort. Blue lights glowed near it, but you couldn't quite make out what it all was in the dark.

You get closer and screw up your eyes to see, and to you it looks like a giant underground... city.

You've heard of ancient civilizations that would make buildings underground, such as the old caved-in ruins that would litter parts of the overworld, but you never imagined that they would build this far down.

More clicking sounds were heard as you walked, and you approached an opening into the deepslate paths of the city. Old, unlit candles were littered to the sides, and a strip of wool carpet led through the middle. Dark, mossy vines clung to parts of the stone persistently. It gave you an unsettling feeling. Just what had happened to this ancient city?

Stepping down the carpeted path, you turn left to cut through to the other side. The moment your boots landed off the carpet however, the clicking sound was heard again—and it seemed to trigger another noise nearby—a horrible ghastly shrieking. You instinctively flinch and take a step forward to try and find where it came from.

Then, a rumbling from below, reminiscent of a small earthquake... and something pushes its way out of the very stone in the ground a few paces in front of you. It raises to its full towering height, revealing its appearance. Its huge, gaping mouth was the first thing that caught your eye, nearly ignoring the fact that it was eyeless itself. Glowing cyan antlers flicked and made the same clicking sound heard before. In fact, its body seemed to be made of the very dark moss that surrounded the place.

It makes a low noise, and you take a quiet step back. Something glows briefly from its torso as a sound similar to a heartbeat was heard, and you notice its exposed ribcage... and the souls held inside.

Your back hits one of the deepslate pillars of the path as the hulking monster steps ever closer. You knew it must be blind, but it was sniffing loudly and clearly knew where you were.

You had a feeling that your mere sword wouldn't do much against this beast, and it was now directly in front of you, peering down at you while you shrunk back. You knew its huge fists could easily be able to crush you to bits.

As a last ditch effort (and a show of mindless fear,) you let out a small and quiet 'hi..' at the monster, not even knowing if it would understand you. Knowing all of the other mobs you've come across, you assumed it would ignore you and go for the kill.

Its antlers flicked once again as if responding to your voice, and instead of attacking, the creature made another low groaning noise and leaned further towards your face. Its hand lifted and prodded lightly at your shoulder, causing a slight flinch from you, but otherwise you stayed still. It seemed to be examining you, if anything.

You gingerly reach out to touch its arm in return; the feeling of its skin was odd and indescribable. It groaned once more and its loud "heart" beat once as it eventually lifted its hand off of you, continuing to stare eyelessly.

"Uh... h-hey," you whisper to it again, still wary, and unsure if it could suddenly snap or not. It tilted its head very slightly.

Suddenly, the sound of a skeleton's boney rattles echoed across the cave from somewhere, and the beast grunted irritably as its antlers clicked, causing you to flinch again. It turned its head away from you and stepped away, giving you room to breathe once again—and off it went, trudging away from you and leaving you unscathed, presumably trying to search for the skeleton that made the sound.

You realize that you're breathing somewhat heavily and you try to calm yourself as you try to make sense of what just happened. Everything about that monster told you that it should have been aggressive, but all it did was poke at you for a bit. Oddly, it even intrigued you slightly.

Still shaking a little, you step carefully back onto the carpeted path and retrace your steps... you would come back later.

~

Upon reaching the surface, you immediately start for the village you've visited many times before, intent on learning more about the ancient city, and perhaps even the overgrown dark moss... and the monster.

Luckily the village's library has never let you down, and you picked up two books of interest. One covered various things about the land's ancient builders, and the second was one titled "Mourner's Growth". The librarian did give you a concerned look as you brought the books to be checked out, but he said nothing else.

And, by the time you got home to your little wooded cabin, you were already flipping through the first book. Unfortunately, nothing about that ancient city you stumbled upon was written and you quickly pushed the book aside for the second one, which already looked more promising.

You discovered that the dark moss you saw was called sculk, and it fed off of decaying matter to grow... but apparently, myths say that it feeds off of souls instead. The clicking sound that came from the tendrils in mounds of the sculk were odd sensors, and they respond from vibrations and sound.

Then you read about the sculk shrieker, which apparently produced the horrible noise you heard before the monster crawled up from the ground. They react from vibrations collected from the sculk sensors... and a beast known as the warden responds to its calls. That must have been what you encountered.

You went on to read about the monster, but it seems that not much was written about it. Anything of value just states its aggression and blindness. But wardens are so aggressive, why did that one not attack?

Curiosity kept calling you, and you had the urge to return to the ancient city... oddly, mainly to discover more about that warden.

So, in the morning, you packed your bag with the necessities of another caving expedition (food, and extra torches this time,) and set off—and before you knew it, you were going back through that tunnel of sculk and into the opening of the ancient city's cavern. You went in the same direction that you did last, and reached the spot you had encountered the warden yesterday. You spotted the sculk sensor that must have triggered the hidden shrieker that could have been nearby, and you approached it with quiet steps. Taking a deep breath, you stomped the ground right next to it with your boot, and you waited with clenched teeth as the familiar shrieking sound echoed through the cave once again.

You nearly stumbled to the ground as the stone below you shook with force, and the warden crawled intimidatingly out of the earth, closer this time, just as it did before. It groaned and sniffed, turning towards you, and you panicked slightly before regaining your sense.

"It— it's me again!.." you shakily say to the monster towering above you, waving gingerly—only to remember again that it was blind and couldn't even see the gesture. It flicked its sensor-like antlers in response and leaned its head down to you, though its stance was unthreatening. Maybe it did recognize you from yesterday..?

"I, uh... just—... wanted to give you this..?" You slowly reach into your bag, careful to keep your eyes slightly on the beast in front of you, and you take out a piece of uncooked beef and quickly set it on the ground in front of the warden before backing up and giving it space. You were actually unsure of what this thing ate, or if it even did eat, but you wanted to try to make peace anyways.

It sniffed briefly and leaned its head down before groaning in its usual ambient tone. It was strange—you were already getting used to its... rather terrifying noises.

To your surprise, it ignored and stepped over the meat to approach you further. You took a step back in return, though you wanted to stand your ground just to see what it was going to do. You were less afraid than when you first encountered this warden, though still uneasy, and you really wanted to gain this monster's favor so you could learn more about it... knowing it was still a killing-machine in the process. You were willing to try.

It was nearly twice your own height as it stood before you, and it grunted and tilted its head, "staring" at you as if you were entertaining to it. The warden then raised its giant hand and proceeded to place it roughly atop your head, as if it were patting you affectionately.

You couldn't bring yourself to speak anything, but to say you were surprised and confused was an understatement. It groaned quietly and its hand finally slipped off your head, its heart beating rhythmically. Does this mean it... appreciated the gesture? You hoped so.

"A-alright, buddy, I'm gonna go and, uh... explore around here now, I hope you like the... gift," you say quietly to the monster as you back up from it after giving its arm a weak pat. It groaned and flicked its antlers, tilting its head once again and listening to your footsteps as you walked slowly away from it.

You were slightly relieved when it didn't follow, but you knew at this point you couldn't resist not coming back here to visit your odd warden 'friend'.

By the time you were finished exploring and returned to the spot you had met the warden earlier, you found that the beast was gone by now, along with the beef you had tried to offer it. You smiled slightly as you journeyed your way home once again.

~

And you did visit the ancient city, many times after. Each time you would pat the ground near that same sculk sensor, and the warden would emerge from the deepslate. It oddly seemed to grow more accustomed to your visits over time, and you even brought it more gifts, even some diamonds you would find in the caves.

You never did figure out where it would take them, but you hoped that it made the beast happy.

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