#sir carnivore I want to kiss this man please let me :(

[dilftaroooo]

hi! can you please write a nsfw oneshot for dio brando x fem! reader ? to be a little specific; can you add a boss/assistant dynamic & corruption kink? tysm ( ◠‿◠ )❣️

mmm corruption kink. thats absolutely my fav, anon 🤤. i'll be more than happy to write it for you. enjoy!

(business office au)

you gotta earn it. (boss!dio x secretary!reader)

word count: //1.7k+//

synopsis: you want that raise? then show mr.brando what it is you're willing to give up to him. it's only fair.

tw/tags: dubcon, nipple play, corruption kink, size difference (not heavily mentioned though), business attire, afab reader, cute virgin reader.

"No."

Those words left you speechless; stiff in your spot as you looked into piercing, yellow, eyes. He said it in such a nonchalant manner, you don't think he even took a double take on your question. You spent so much effort to muster up the courage to ask your boss the question that you dread to be answered - but not in this way. He must have made a mistake.

"'No'...?" You echoed.

Dio leaned back in his seat, eye contact never faltering as he crossed his legs, burgundy colored dress pants ruffled at the movement. He tilted his head in a mocking manner as one well groomed eyebrow raised upwards.

"Oh dear. Perhaps my beloved secretary has gone deaf? I shall repeat myself once more: 'No' meaning, 'No, I will not offer you a raise.'"

Your fist clenched as you try to fight back the tears of humiliation and neglect. Why? Why did he refuse you? You worked so hard for him and you knew he knew that. So why won't he give you this raise? Leave it to Dio to crumble up your acts of valor and throw them into a fiery pit.

Trying to regain your composure, you speak up,

"But, sir, Why? I've done so much for you these past couple years; schedule your meetings, review your records and documents, compose orientations for newcomers. I even make sure to make your coffee each morning - a long black with two shots of expresso."

Your eyes were becoming wet. You were on brink of breaking down and crying right in front of your boss. You don't even think he was the slightest bit convinced by your retort. All he did was observe you with a wicked smirk plastered on his face. There was no change in his features but, reluctantly, you resume.

"Please, Mr.Brando. Please give me this raise. I-I'll try to do better for you! Just tell me what it is I need to do. Please, I'll do anything, Mr.Brando."

Dio stiffened. It was that keyword that gained his attention: 'anything'.

"'Anything', you say?" You nod and a flash of his white teeth glimmered from the building's colorless light on the ceiling. His chuckle was deep. "Think before spouting careless words such as that, my little mouse." The small squeak emerges from his office chair as he gets up, approaching your meek figure and you cower at his nearness. His fingers gently grasped your hair and you notice how well kept they were - manicured with a clear polish and decorated with gold rings. You didn't miss the Rolex watch wrapped around his wrist.

"Such pretty hair," He lightly plays with your mane before tightening his grip and hoisting your head up, forcing you to look directly at him. "You don't mind if I tug on it do you, love?" He adores the wince you let out, eyes scrunched close with pain.

"Ouch! Mr.Brando, Please stop-"

"Oh but you said you would do anything for me, remember? So I'm allowed to use you however I please. You want a raise, don't you?" Your face burns when his lips feather against the skin of your cheek. You heave out a low sigh at his deed. Dio deliberately consumes your reaction - savoring it like the smoothest red wine.

"Have you ever been fucked before, dear?" The amorous question made you whine. This was just too dirty. You shake your head for an answer.

"N-No, sir."

"Really? You've never been touched before? No one has ever pounded that filthy, little, pussy of yours? Tsk, tsk, tsk - What a shame. Looks like I have to change that." He lets go of your scalp but your head never moves, eyes still on his frame as you process his words.

"Wait, Mr.Brando, please. I've never- oh!" You were put to an abrupt stop when he picked you up from under your arms and legs before setting you down on his desk. It messy with scattered documents he found frivolous and purposeless, there were much more important matters at hand.

Tearing off your white dress shirt and bra in a blink of an eye, he gave your mounds a carnivorous stare, gulping at your nipples swell at his glance. He wasted no time kneading them. You let out a moan from his heated touch. It was foreign to you.

"What a lewd sound you made just now, Y/n. You like this, right? I barely even started." His fingers teased your stiff buds, pinching and pulling at them.

"Ngh- No, Mr.Brando..."

His touches were blunt and straightforward, they were rough as he assailed your fragile body. He was fervent to take it to the next step. He lifts your legs up to take off your pencil skirt.

He lets out a delighted sigh beyond seeing your choice of underwear. "Lacy panties? Was my little mouse expecting this? Getting all dressed up for your boss. You're such a nasty fucking girl."

"That's not true! I was in a rush to-"

"Excuses, excuses. That's all I hear from you. Shut up and take your panties off. I want to see how wet your cunt is." You obeyed under his stern tone - slowly stripping off your red-laced panties. You still had your legs closed, ashamed to show him your untouched flower but Dio pried them open by your knees. Your heady scent instantly fills his nose and he takes this time to observe your pussy, you were soaked - vagina pulsating, waiting for anything to be plunged inside, trimmed hairs placed on your pubic area, clit swollen with excitement. It was remarkable.

"Look at you, throbbing so greedily." He puts two thickset fingers in your sopping pussy without warning." An invevitable moan escaped your lips when he applied pressure to your g-spot.

"M-Mr.Brando - mmmm - that spot, you're hitting that-"

"Quiet, little mouse. As much as I love to hear you scream did you forget the setting we're in right now? I hate the idea of someone seeing this pretty pussy other than me." You pitch your voice down an octave - not too fond of the idea of being caught by your coworkers (especially by Jonathan).

His digits rapidly thrash inside you, bodily fluids flew everywhere. "You're making such a mess all over me. So sloppy. I have no doubt that this is what my little mouse wanted. Your grip is so firm around me." Your small hand cover your painted lips. You didn't want anyone to hear you but Dio was making it all too hard, he was hitting all of the right spots within you.

Pulling his fingers out, he unzips his flyer and sought out for his cock. His length was huge, you were unsure if you should even continue. His member intimidated you. Dio knew you were on edge, he softly coos at your expression.

"Aw, don't worry, sweetheart. You'll only feel a slight pinch." Aiming his shaft to your entrance, you recoil once he plummets inside of you, tip kissing your womb. What you felt was more than a pinch. it was easily comparable to being stabbed in your nether regions. Tears flowed from your eyes.

"Pull out! Please, it huuurts!" Your cries were ignored as Dio continued slamming into you like no tomorrow. He covered your mouth with his large hand, muffling your wails.

"Ah- You feel that? My cock jabbing at your womb?" His thrust slow down so you can feel every inch of him - veins feeling more prominent than before. "That's how deep I go inside of you. This tiny body of yours can't handle a cock like mine. Ha! And would you look at that, I can even see your stomach bulging from my dick. How filthy."

He traced his fingers along the bulge forming near your abdomen. He rams in you relentlessly. You gripped the sleeves of his business suit, wrinkling them while doing so. Dio was fired up by the calls of his name leaving your lips, making him go at a, almost inhuman, pace.

Vulgar slaps of skin filled the room and you were both close to coming. Dio's hot breaths reached your ear and his thrusts losses its initial tempo.

"You're a few inches away from getting that raise, sweetheart. Just let me fill you with my seed." He bites the crevice of your neck - his teeth were sharp.

"Mr.Brando-! I'm gonna come...Agh- Mr.Brando... D-Dio!" Said man met his high after his name was yelped - relieved to let himself go, his cum spurts deep in your walls. You came shortly after by the feeling of him filling you up. Both of you sigh.

He hoists himself up off of you to put his dick back in his pants and fix his attire. You grimace at the slimy fluids now sticking between your legs. Dio scoffed. "Consider yourself lucky, little mouse. You finally got that raise you so desparately wanted. What's wrong with a little cum in you, hm?"

A bit irritated, you get dressed as well, getting ready to leave his office. But before you can exit, he turns you around to face him, eyebrow lifted in question.

"Leaving now? Have you forgotten what to say?" You assume he wanted some form of gratitude from you for giving you a raise.

"Thank you, Di-

"Hmmm? Did I fuck you so dense you forgot who I am to you?" You blush at his smile.

"T-Thank you, Mr.Brando."

"Good girl. Run along now." He slaps your ass before you leave.

"Dio, why do you smell like sweat? The only thing you do is sign papers and present at meetings." Jonathan frowned at Dio's pungent scent. The man chortled at Jonathan's exasperation. If only he knew what happened behind closed doors.

"Don't worry about it, JoJo. A little boy like you wouldn't understand."

"We're the same age, Dio."

"Oh yeah. You're right. You have such the resemblance of a child that I must've forgotten." Dio teases. The both head to the parking lot of their company to call to it a night. Jonathan clenched his teeth.

"I do not! Just what in the hell were you doing in your office? Working out?"

Dio roared out a large laugh at the word akin to what you and him did earlier today.

"Yeah.. you can call it that."

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[clareguilty]

Yeehawgust Prompt 1

Here is my first fic for Yeehawgust! and what a better way to kick it off than with some Daddy kink and smut.

Dutch van der Linde/male!reader Rating: Explicit ...we’ve been here before | Daddy Kink, spanking, oral sex, the works Word Count: ~1300

No matter how slow you went, you couldn’t delay your return to camp forever. The thought was tempting -- running away. But you didn’t have the willpower to stay gone for very long. You would always come back to the gang. Back to Dutch.

Your stomach flipped at the thought of the gang’s leader. You had betrayed him. Let him down. Dutch had trusted you to make money for the gang, and you had failed him.

With shuffling steps, you headed towards the large white tent. Dutch was alone inside, and you ducked under the flap, cheeks already burning with shame.

“There you are, son,” Dutch smiled and set his book aside, pushing to his feet so that he towered over you. “What do you have for me?”

You shook your head, fists clenched at your sides. “I’m sorry Dutch.” You couldn’t meet his eyes, staring at the scuffed toes of your boots.

A large hand rested on your arm. “What happened? Are you alright?”

He was asking after you. His concern only twisted the knife of guilt.

“I lost the money, Dutch. I got too cocky- there were these men… playing poker. I thought I could sweep them, you know I’m a dirty cheat. I bet everything, and I lost. I don’t have anything.”

You stumbled over your words as you rushed through your confession. At least you could face your punishment now. Dutch could beat you or starve you or whatever he deemed fitting for your disappointment.

Your throat felt tight. Dutch still hadn’t said anything.

His knuckles brushed your jaw, and you braced for a hit. Instead, he lifted your chin to meet his eyes.

“How much was it?” His eyes were narrowed, but it wasn’t the same look he usually wore when he was angry. He probably hadn’t decided how furious to be. He didn’t even know how much you had lost him.

“About sixty dollars. I shouldn’t have bet all of it. I shouldn’t have played at all. I know it doesn’t make a difference now, though.” You were babbling again, heart beginning to race as Dutch watched you carefully.

He stopped your rushed apologies with a finger against your lips. It was such a light touch… you nearly shivered.

“Sixty dollars?” He licked his lips. You couldn’t tear your eyes away. “It sure is a loss…” he nodded, as if he were deciding something. “But it’s not the worst. If only you knew how many times Bill has let me down.”

You felt lighter. Dutch was disappointed, but he wasn’t going to starve you. The worry that had plagued you the entire ride to camp was subsiding into something smaller, easier to carry.

“Of course…” You froze. “We can’t let your recklessness go unpunished. You should know to be more responsible.”

Bracing once again for a hit, you squeezed your eyes shut.

“Kneel.”

You chanced a glance up at Dutch. His expression was stern, but still lacking the fury that you were expecting.

“Kneel, my dear. I’m not going to ask again.”

You slowly lowered yourself to your knees, sitting back on your heels and staring at Dutch’s boots.

“Now…” Dutch smoothed a hand over your hair, “we all make mistakes from time to time. But you still need to be punished for your foolishness. The camp really needed that money, and it’s only fair that you pay it back.” He wound his fingers in the strands and pulled, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Do you understand?”

“Yes sir,” your face was hot, throat tight and eyes burning with shame. You just wanted to make things right, you would do whatever Dutch asked of you.

“That’s a good boy. You can start by showing me that you’re sorry.” His other hand went to the fasten of his pants. He pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly.

You knew exactly what to do -- didn’t even need to be asked. You leaned in, wrapping your fingers around his length and kissing down from the tip to the base, nuzzling against his hips before wrapping your lips around the head and working to please Dutch exactly as he liked.

He groaned and wound his fingers tighter in your hair, but he didn’t pull you off his cock, letting you set your own pace as you sucked him off.

“You’re such a good boy for Daddy,” he praised. “We can get more money. You and me. We’ll go out on a job -- just the two of us. Would you like that?”

You moaned, trying to take Dutch as deep as possible. He was offering you a chance to redeem yourself, to make things right. You wanted so badly to make things right, to impress him, to please him.

Just when your knees began to ache on the hard ground, Dutch let out a breathy groan and pulled you deeper on his cock. “I’m close, darling.” He began moving you on his cock as he pleased, no regard for for you as he thrust deeper and deeper.

You moaned and whined as he fucked your face, coming deep down your throat. When he finally released you, you fell against his legs, gasping for air.

Once you had your breath back, you reached once again for Dutch’s softening cock, cleaning him with your mouth. When you looked up for his approval, your stomach flipped at the heat and adoration in his gaze.

“Such a good boy,” he cupped your cheek, wiping your lips with his thumb. “Up now, dear, I’m sure that isn’t very comfortable.” He helped you to your feet, supporting you when your knees were unsteady.

“Now,” he led you over to his bed, sitting on the edge. “You do still need to be punished.” The words made your heart stop, but you were so dazed you let Dutch pull you to him. You registered your suspenders being slipped of your shoulders, jumped at the tug of his fingers at the fasten of your pants. Whatever punishment Dutch had in mind, you weren’t sure you would find it so bad after all.

Except for when he pulled you over his lap, tugging your pants down to your knees and running a hand over the flesh of your ass. You could feel his rings, the callouses on his palms.

He brought his palm down. You registered the sound before the pain.

The second slap hurt more, and you whimpered.

“I know, my dear,” he murmured. “It will be over soon. Daddy’s got you.”

Another hit. It was humiliating, spanked over Dutch’s knee, yet your cock was hard against his thigh, leaking onto the rough material of his pants.

Every twitch of your hips, every jolt after the impact of his hand, you were practically rutting against him. You couldn’t see his face. You wanted to know.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, Dutch landed one final slap across the back of your thighs. He smoothed his hand over the hot, aching skin.

“You did so well for me.” His voice washed over you and you shivered. How could one man do this to you? “Let me show you how good you are.”

Strong hands lifted you by your hips, turning you and laying you gently on Dutch’s bed. You wondered if he could hear your racing heart. This was Dutch’s bed. He pinned you beneath him, kissing you deeply, trailing his lips over your jaw and down your neck to suck a bruising mark into the soft skin -- too high for your collar to cover.

His hand wrapped around your cock.

 “Ah- Du- Daddy,” you moaned. “Please…”

“I’ve got you,” he promised. You watched him settle back, stroking your cock lazily, swiping his thumb over the tip with every pass. Just as your eyes began to flutter shut, he leaned forward to take you in his mouth. Your hips bucked and you cried out as he wrapped his lips around you.

He pulled off for just a moment, meeting your eyes with a carnivorous smile. “You’ve still got plenty to pay back. I’m going to take good care of you, darling.”

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[imagine-loki]

The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Title : The Slutty Webs one Weaves

Chapter NO. 5 of 10?

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki’s Asgardian wife learns women write fanfiction about him on a trip to Midgard. She’s edgy for the duration and lets him have it when they get back.

Author: lokilover9

Rating: M

Thor agreed Brianna going to Asgard a good idea as Loki presumed and shielded her from Heimdall's sight as a precautionary measure. Before leaving, the brother's sat observing Little Warrior lead Tony and Pepper to the couch and hand him a usb stick.

"What's this?" He asked.

"A computer virus. My revenge plan was to disembowel Jarvis if you hadn't kept your promise."

Stark eyed Loki who shrugged a shoulder. "Don't look at me. I only learned of it this morning."

"It's my creation, pretty nasty and should be destroyed." Said Brianna.

"How nasty?"

"It bears the potential to wipe out most of New York's power grids."

Tony was momentarily speechless. "I'll do that and am overjoyed you two became friends."

"Me too and sorry for being so rude when you touched my stuff."

"It's alright." Said Pepper.

"No it wasn't. You deserve to know why. Loki mentioned the homeless people right?"

"Yes."

"Dory was the first one I met. Taught me handy street smarts and helped shop for my boy clothes. Ran away from home because her moms boyfriend was a jerk. I encouraged her to call one day and when she learned they split up, convinced her to go home. Really smart person. Dreams of becoming an Astronaut. Anyway, she had a big crush on Captain America and gave me her favorite hat as a gift. Then I met Muriel. A mean looking older lady who was actually super sweet and protected me something fierce. Beat this guy up one night for trying to steal my blanket while cursing him sideways. She loved Chinese food and taught me self defence techniques, like how to poke a hole in someone's brain by shoving a chopstick up their nose."

Everyone's ears and attention piqued as Tony wondered if Muriel was a distant cousin of Sasquatch's. "Hopefully not on live subjects."

"No, silly. On a plastic skull she molded a face onto with clay. I paid for the supplies. Helping police identify people used to be her job in Arizona. Great way to kill zombies though. Best to behead them like with vampires and guarantee they've bit the bullet." Brianna then pulled a gold bracelet with a four leaf clover charm from her pocket. "Muriel was Irish and gave me this for good luck. It's too big so I carry it in my pocket. Before meeting you guys, they were the first people who were super nice to me. I fretted their gifts ruined in the wash."

"I'm sorry." Said Pepper.

"It's okay. I was just a little freaked."

'And nearly built a cave for the abominable snowman.' Thought Stark. "We were more worried about you after the fact."

"I could tell by your happy dance when I woke."

"Hey, badass did one too. In the hall. You didn't see."

Brianna giggled. "Thanks to you both for everything and I'm sorry for lying."

"Meh, we understand."

"I meant about not having a favorite Avenger. It's you uncle Cootyoodles. That's why I sought your help first. The Black Widow was my next stop."

Tony pictured Nat teaching her how to yank teeth out with pliers and felt twice as relieved for keeping that promise. "Nat's eccentric and hates zombies. I'm way more fun." Brianna suddenly hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. "Awe, Little Warrior. Friends forever?"

"Damn straight!" Then she did the same to Pepper. "I forgot to explain why you're a badass role model. Working so hard to become CEO of a massive company like Stark Industries and executing all that embodies? You rock! I hope to grow up as astute, diligent and athoritative. Maybe I'll run a company one day."

"You already possess those traits and will exceed my achievements."

No one knew that better than Loki who cleared his throat. "Grandmother and Grandfather go to bed early, Min Lille."

"One more minute, please?"

"Alright."

She studied Stark, pondering the best way to implement her request. "You don't have to do this, but… Not all homeless people are bad or crazy like others seem to believe. Many hit hard times and the world is so expensive, they couldn't keep up. No one I met lived on the streets because they wanted to. There just aren't enough shelters or resources available. You're rich Tony and could help them. Will you try?"

As Loki had succeeded with Frigga, those beautiful pleading eyes won her case. "You really know how to pull a guys heart strings, kid. I promise."

Loki wasn't aware she'd intended to ask this, yet was so proud of her. "Min Lille?"

"I know." She politely replied.

"You have to go." Tony suddenly stood and darted for the hall. "Be back in a jiffy."

"Meet him by the elevator, or you'll never leave." Suggested Pepper.

He returned and handed Loki a loaded Iron Man backpack. "More things? Shall I conjure a crate for the bifrost?"

They'd already given her an overstuffed suitcase of clothes and toys and Stark held a gift bag in hand. "Be quiet, you. It's a peanut butter stash. Does Asgard have bananas?"

"Yes." 'Thank the Norn's.'

Tony knelt before Brianna. "I would've packed some tater tots, but you ate them all again."

She smirked. "My goof."

"Rascal. Try to ignore a wee, bitty smidgen, you aren't into girly stuff? We couldn't help ourselves with you off to Asgard."

Brianna pulled from the bag a pink baseball cap that said Warrior Princess in tiny diamond gems and proudly adorned it. "You sure know how to pull a girls heart strings."

"I put some Motown CD's in there too. Teach Dad to moonwalk." Loki sighed, pushed the elevator button and Tony playfully whispered. "From a distance. In case he trips over his own big feet." He hugged her again and summoned Jarvis.

"Yes, sir?"

"Our friend is leaving."

"Goodbye, Little Warrior." Said the AI.

"Bye. Sending you a virtual hug."

She joined Thor inside while Loki shook hands with Tony, his expression saying everything. "Any time. Now get the 'bleep' out of my Tower before I thieve your Daughter."

Brianna shouted as it closed. "There's presents on your bed! I'll miss you!"

Peppers was a black t shirt with gold letters that read Badass Role Model and Tony's was a monsterous box filled with tater tots.

"Don't do it, Butch. If you cry, I'm gonna cry." ***** Loki had purposely slowed the elevator allowing her time to give Thor a drawing.

"Mjolnir in a field of flowers? Thank you fair maiden."

"It's a scratch n' sniff."

"A what?"

Loki picked up Brianna. "You scratch the flowers, then sniff them. The effect is most appealing the stronger you inhale."

Thor took a whiff and wriggled his nose. "Quite the nostril tickler. What should they smell like?"

"Try harder." 'Doofus.'

He took another, looked cross eyed at Loki and began swaying. "...Brother..you…" Then down he went striking the floor with a thud the tip of his nose covered in sparkly dust.

"Sorry, uncle Thor."

Loki chuckled at her wince. "The spell is mild and shall soon wear off."

"Is he hurt?"

Loki let her down to hurle the hefty Thor over his shoulder. "Us God's are resilient. Your uncle once endured a skirmish with the Hulk." After escorting them through a portal and delivering Brother oaf to his bed, he lead Brianna through a second into some woods.

"That was awesome! Will you teach me how to do it?"

"Not in the near future. It's very complicated, darling and I'd hate to think you lost in another dimension." 'Or vanishing one day as an angry teen with a troublesome suitor I dream of throttling.'

"Okay." Brianna nervously scanned the area. "Now what? Carnivores hunt these woods."

"Northern Alberta is home to many. Never go outside without me and none will harm you."

"But wolves hunt in packs and grizzlies are bigger than you."

He booped her little nose. "I'll smell them before they smell us and neither possess deadly weapons in interdimensional pockets."

"Where our luggage is? I tried hiding bigger items in them and the darn things wouldn't come back. Hannah was furious, but I didn't care."

"What did you hide?"

"The back wheels of her Lamborghini, Gallardo. I overheard my Mother tell Claudia she got it from her rich boyfriend."

Loki recalled from spending time with Stark this wasn't a billionaire's vehicle, yet financially unattainable to the average Midgardian. "I see. Did she mention his occupation?"

"Plastic surgeon."

Brianna deserved that minor victory and although he wouldn't encourage it, one cannot preach vengeance a negative path when mapping their own. 'Perhaps he'll be useful to the sluts after I'm done.' "Ah. Care to see what I did while you slept last night?"

"You left me?" She confusedly asked.

He picked her up again. "It was necessary and I returned, yes? I won't abandon you, Og Min Lille."

"Never?"

"Never, darling. "Loki headed for a shack nearby nestled amidst some bushes. With its crooked roof, faded wood and door minus a hinge the structure looked ready to collapse.

"We're staying there?"

"Why not? I'll conjure an outdoor toilet." He teased. "Sheltered of course."

"Ewww."

"Come now. At night we'll have heated beds and during the day, roast squirrels on an open fire."

She scrunched her face in disgust. "Blech! I'd rather eat tree bark."

"You'll get an awful tummy ache."

They entered the dingy space and Brianna instantly focused on the filthy floor covered in forest debris. So intently, she didn't notice the sturdier frames of the structure only visible from within. "How will we keep the door closed and is that poop?"

Loki rolled his eyes at some turds in a corner. "The cabin is made of Brazilian Ebony."

"One of the strongest woods on earth." She commented.

He arched an intrugued brow. "Stained to appear aged, it's also bulletproof in light of human hunters. Consider the other materials deceiving movie props. The 'raccoon' poop is genuine." It vanished with a wave of his hand. "Now, did you mean that door?" It closed and he conjured a deadbolt onto the surface with a panel directly above. "Place your hand in the center?" Brianna did and it glowed green, spreading magic from the center throughout every surface like glowing, emerald fireflies. As they dimmed, Loki turned around. "Or this one?" The floor, suddenly cleared of debris had a sliding glass door in the center.

Brianna gasped in wonder, glancing between him and the mystery beneath. "Where does it go?"

"Did you think a sorcerer Prince would allow his Princess daughter to dwell in a shabby old shack?"

"Ancestry aside, I sincerely hoped not. Even an RV would've been better."

He chuckled at her frankness. "And you worried of uncle Thor bumping his head? The shacks purpose was added safety should a need arise and to keep our secret entrance hidden. "Once the outer door locks, only the interior alters. To outsiders, nothing changes." It opened and he carried her down a mutedly lit spiral staircase, each step progressively illuminating the space below.

At the bottom, she slid from his arm in awe. "Shut the front door! You 'definitely' have to teach me how to do this."

Min Lille was referencing conjuring. Another ability Loki thanked the Norns she didn't yet possess, having confessed so before requesting Tony and Pepper's gifts. "In time. Beyond that archway, another surprise awaits." Loki followed and suddenly pondered Brianna conjuring a future dwelling for herself and that troublesome suitor. 'Lessons commence when your forty.' ***** Thor woke to find two notes in his shirt pocket. One for himself the other, Astrid; 'Sleep well, Brother? We won't be returning to Asgard just yet. Please give this to my wife? I recommend waiting several days, discreet delivery and a hasty exit. A visit will follow and when interrogated, lie. Tell her Brianna came to you and don't mention her ice concoction. Unless you enjoy Father's company when several fries short of a happy meal. As I planned our escape without Tony's knowledge, do avoid his unnecessary panic and Pepper seeking our demise, by not telling our dear friend? Min Lille is safe.'

"That shyster." He grumbled. Jane returned in six days as would Astrid to a missing Loki. Waiting risked a molotov cocktail interrogation. His beloved and coronary inducing sister-in-law, banging down their locked bathroom door while the mighty Thor coward behind a shower curtain. Plus Maxi Waxis training schedule ended in two days. Bribery assured those lips zippered, but Heimdall would think his hastiness suspicious. He called to the trainee in the middle of the night, snuck into the palace and raced back to the observatory like the looney tunes road runner. "Spend it well nincompoo..eh he, Max. Asgard is lucky to have you."

Guilt ridden over her outburst and already missing Loki, Astrid returned in the morning to find the note.

Frigga was preparing to join her belly dancing instructor when she barged into the foyer and flung herself at the Allmother.

"Bwaaahahaa! I want a divorce!"

"Hells bells and bilgesnipe testicles. What has my shameless son done this time?"

"Frigga, your language." Scolded Odin.

She patted Astrid's back. "Oh shush. As if your cursing hasn't scarred the servants ears."

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Lessons to be Learned 2

Oh jeez. I wrote the first two chapters to a new series in one day and I’m so thankful that @alexispoo gave me the idea to this and other future series. So here is Chapter two. Enjoy. Chapter One HERE

Summary: Being in detention isn’t what the reader thought it would be. The situation only gets more intense when Principal AJ interrupts Mr. Ambrose’s lesson. Warnings: SMUT! LIKE IT’S ALL SMUT! AND AN ITTY BIT OF VOYEURISM!

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CHAPTER TWO

“Good girl.” I heard his voice say.

Suddenly, his soft, warm lips came crashing down on mine. I thought was going to collapse onto the desk. Mr. Ambrose, Dean Ambrose, my Creative Writing teacher, whom I had so many fantasies about late at night, was kissing me? I was so in shock that I could barely kiss him back.

He pulled back for a moment, “Do you want me to stop?”

“God, no.” I pleaded. “More.”

I could feel that smirk against my lips, “Then please join me at the front of the class room.”

He held his hand out to help me up out of my desk and walked me over to his chair. He sat down and I took little time to straddle his thighs in the chair, going back to tasting his lips. Our tongues teased each other while his hands wandered along my frame. They glided up my arms, down my sides, then one cupped my breast and the other moved down to my thigh. Wetness pooled in my panties as the warmth of his hand pushed the hem of my uniform skirt up.

“You’re just as soft as I’d imagined.” He murmured between kisses.

I could only manage to respond in a moan as his carnivorous lips moved from mine, to my jaw, to my neck. My hands played with the light curls and I tried to keep him as close to me as possible. The flesh on my neck ached from his teeth giving it little love bites. Shaking a little, I moved my hands from his head to the buttons on my shirt.

I heard him make another satisfied groan as I began undoing them one by one. His mouth nipped at my neck on final time then moved to my collar bone. I pulled my shirt completely open and he pulled back to eye me.

“So beautiful, Miss. (Y/L/N).” His finger traced the strap of my bra, “You look just as good out of the uniform as you do in it.”

My flushed face got even warmer.

He pushed aside my white oxford shirt, allowing it to fall to the ground behind us. Goosebumps ran up and down my back as the material brushed off my body and was replaced by the caress of his hands. Mr. Ambrose’s fingers made quick work of the clasp and hook of my bra, which he quickly helped me out of.

His tongue reached out and teased my nipple. I whimpered as his lips wrapped around it. His hand that had been on my thigh pushed its way a little farther up and was pushing his thumb against my heat through my panties.

“You’re so wet for me already?” His teeth grazed against my skin again, “What a good girl you are.”

His thumb pushed passed the fabric and pressed into my clit. I gasped at the sensation. He moved his thumb back and forth, stroking me. My hips moved with his thumb, grinding against his lap where his erection was starting to burst through his jeans. I groaned as my eyes rolled back, I wanted so bad to have him inside of me.

“Not yet, kitten.” He whispered against my neck, nibbling on my ear. “I’ve been wanting this for a long time. I’m going to take my time with you.”

I whined again and he lifted me as he stood up. The faux leather of the desk chair was cold against my bare back and legs and I shivered when Mr. Ambrose set me back down on the chair. He knelt between my legs, pulling my hips forward so I was leaned back all the way into the chair.

He kissed the inside of my thighs, helping kick off my shoes and gently roll my knee-high socks down my legs. His long fingers slowly traced up the sides of my thighs, hooking onto my panties. I lifted my butt to allow him to pull them down from underneath my skirt down past my ankles.

“These are so pretty,” He smiled as he held my lace thong up in front of me. “I think I’ll be keeping them.” He stuffed them into the pocket of his jeans, then pushed my thighs apart exposing my wet cunt.

Mr. Ambrose leaned in and kissed the lips and pushed his tongue up against my clit. My moans and whines became louder and louder as he flicked and licked with his skinny, long tongue. Ambrose’s lower lip pushed up on it and his teeth grazed against my slit.

“Oh my God!” I cried out, “M-M-M-Mr. Am-“

“Shhh.. call me, Dean or sir, kitten. Release for me.” He gasped against my heat.

A few more teasing licks and I was set over the edge, leaving Dean to lick up my orgasm.

“Mmm. You taste so sweet, (Y/N)” He told me in between licks. “Now it’s my turn.” He stood in front of me and unclasped the belt buckle and quickly pulling down his zipper. “Get on your knees, kitten.”

“Yes, sir.” I jumped and followed orders, dropping to my knees behind Dean’s desk.

“Good girl,” He cooed again. He pushed down his boxers, allowing his cock to spring free.

My jaw dropped to the floor. It was huge! I knew I wasn’t going to be able to fit the whole thing in my mouth but I was going to have to try. I took my hand and wrapped my fingers around it, flicking my tongue against the head of his cock. Dean’s eyes rolled back and a low moan escaped his lips.

Just as I began to wrap my lips around Dean’s member, the door knob to the class room turned.

“Mr. Ambrose?” Principal Styles’ voice filled the room. “I’m here to talk to you about Miss.-“

He stopped dead in his tracks and looked at the two of us. His jaw dropped to the floor and he quickly shut the door behind him.

“(Y/N)! Mr. Ambrose! What in the world is going on here?”

My heart had stopped as well as my breathing. This is it, I’m going to be expelled, not go to college, Dean is going to get fired and hate me forever.

“Fuck.” I hissed.

“What does it look like, AJ?” Dean chuckled. “I’m making sure Miss. (Y/L/N)’s skirt is at the appropriate length. Care to watch?”

I looked up to see Dean truly smiling. He looked down at me and gave me a wink.

Taking a breath and biting my lip, “Yeah, Principal Styles. Take a seat and enjoy the show.” I offered a sly smile.

Mr. Styles looked between the two of us and hissed a slew of curse words. He then pulled out a set of keys out of his pocket. He turned and locked the door. “Nothing leaves this room.” He commanded both of us.

Dean and I both nodded.

Mr. Styles walked over to a student desk and removed his blazer, setting it gently on the chair back. He sat down and rolled up his sleeves. “Please, don’t mind me. Continue.”

I turned my attention to Dean. His smile hadn’t faded, “Give the man a show, Kitten.”

I lifted his cock up and licked it from base to tip. Both men moaned. My lips wrapped around his member. Dean pushed my hair aside so Mr. Styles could get a good view.

“What do you think, AJ?” Dean asked him. “You see how much she can take of me?” I could see out of the corner of my eye ‘AJ’ rubbing his throbbing erection through his pants. “Look at this pretty mouth wrapped around my dick.”

I began to move my head faster back and forth on him, coaxed by his dirty talking. I drug my tongue up the shaft when I moved my head back. Dean moaned again and took a handful of my hair and wrapped in his fingers. He pushed my head, bobbing me along; fucking my mouth. I felt myself moistening between my legs even further knowing that AJ was watching.

I moaned around him. “She likes to be fucked in her mouth, AJ.” Dean thrust into me. “(Y/N) can sure act like a good girl. But really, she’s just as naughty as you’d ever dream she’d be.” He pulled me off his cock and let go of my hair, “Her mouth is so warm and her lips are so soft.”

AJ groaned and I heard the zipper to his pants move. “You should probably hurry up and fuck her, Ambrose.” AJ growled as he stroked his fully erect cock. “Before one of the janitors that has a key comes in to find us here.”

Mr. Ambrose helped me stand up and unbuttoned my skirt. He pushed it off me making sure to rub over my bare ass and give it a quick slap. I yelped and followed his motions to go to the front of his desk. He cleared off an obstacles and then Dean laid me down on my back, making sure to spread my legs.

“Such a pretty pussy. Right, AJ? I got to taste it earlier. Before you came in and interrupted. Believe me she tastes as good as she looks.” Dean teased me with the head of his cock, lining it up with my entrance, just barely keeping it from sinking into me and then pushing it against my clit.

“Please.” I whimpered. I felt like I was going to explode.

Dean smiled, “What do you want, Kitten? Tell Mr. Ambrose and Principal AJ what you want.”

I turned to see AJ’s face watching me intently, then I looked at Dean, “I want you to fuck me.”

Without warning, Dean’s thick cock slammed into me. I cried out. Giving me little time to adjust to his thickness, Dean pounded me into his desk. My body was already clenching around him, squeezing his cock.

“Damn, she’s so fucking tight, AJ.” He grunted as his thrusts quickened. “I don’t know how I even fit in her. She sure knows how to take it though. Look at those tits bounce when I fuck her.” I moaned in response to what Dean was saying. “Tell him, Kitten. Tell him how you like it.”

I turned to AJ and moaned, “He’s fucking me so hard, Sir!”

“Call him, Daddy.” Dean leaned down and whispered in my ear as he bit my neck.

I turned my attention back to AJ who was full on jerking his dick. I took note of it’s size as well, same size if not bigger than Dean?

“Do it!” Dean hissed in my ear, “Tell him how it feels, Kitten.”

“Daddy,” I looked at AJ who froze. I could hear Dean let out a low, throaty chuckle. “Daddy, it feels so good the way he’s fucking me.” My eyes rolled back as Dean shifted his weight, rolling over my gspot. “Fuck! Dean, sir. Give me more!” I cried out.

“See, AJ. She likes the way I fuck her. She squeezing the life out of my cock. I bet you wish you were the one who had detention with this one. Bet you wish you were the one fucking this tight pussy right now.”

AJ only responded with a low growl, giving Dean a quick glare.

“Fuck!” I nearly screamed. I looked at AJ, “I’m going to come, Daddy.”

AJ moaned and his eyes softened as they focused on me, “Come, sweetheart. Come for us both.”

Dean reached down and applied pressure to my clit with his thumb, rubbing the swollen nub. I cried out again allowing my release to come.

“Oh my God!” I gasped. My head was spinning, heart racing, blood pounding. I had never felt like this before.

“Fuck,” Dean hissed and pulled out of me. His release came all over my breasts and stomach.

“Jesus Christ.” I heard AJ mumble and I knew he had also came.

I lie there, naked, covered in Mr. Ambrose’s come on his desk gasping for air. “Holy shit.” I mumbled.

Dean gave me a hand and looked at Principal Styles, “I think this one has learned her lesson.”

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Trouble Always Finds Me Chapter 8

You all packed a bag and headed out, speeding out of the area. Jack was driving, Bozer in the front with him and you were tucked into Mac's side, his arm around you protectively.

“I brought your pills, just in case,” Mac murmured.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He kissed your temple. “It's gonna be okay.”

Jack glanced at you in the rearview. “I don't care what happens, you don't leave my daughter's side, hoss. We're taking this guy down. I'm done with him.”

Mac nodded. “I swear, Jack.” He squeezed you gently.

“I'm gonna slow you down with my injury,” you told them.

“We got you, girl,” Bozer told you.

You shut your eyes, not believing this was happening again so soon.

“Matty, Riley, do you have eyes on that bastard?” Jack asked as Bozer held up a phone.

“No, Jack, we think he's already out of the building headed for you. Tell me you're out of that house,” Matty responded, her tone worried.

“We’re long gone. Just give us a place to go,” said Mac.

“I want you on the Phoenix jet and out of the city.”

“Copy that.”

Your dad pressed on the gas and you fought the urge to get sick. You closed your eyes again, but all you could see was the entire team on the ground, shot through the head. Your eyes opened and you started to hyperventilate.

“Hey, you good?” Mac asked.

“No, Mac, I'm not. I can't believe this is happening. What if he kills one of you to get to me? What if we don't make it out this time?”

He put a hand under your chin and made you look at him. “That's not gonna happen. I promise.”

“But you don't know that! Oh my god. I can't do this, I can't get anyone else killed. Pull over, please.”

“We can't, we have to get to the jet like now,” said Bozer.

“I'm gonna throw up! Please!”

Jack pulled over to the side of the road and you threw open the door, immediately emptying the contents of your stomach. True to his word, Mac reached over and held your hair out of your face.

You spit and sighed before getting back in the car. “I can't promise that won't happen again.”

“We understand. You're not used to this,” Mac said, rubbing your back soothingly.

“No I'm not. How are you guys?”

“Do it a couple hundred times and it don't bother you,” said Jack, speeding off once again.

“I don't think I could. But I guess I'll have to. Word will get out who I am. This is never gonna end.”

None of them knew what to say to that. You cuddled back into Mac's side and he put both arms around you, kissing your hair.

You had gone sort of numb by the time you reached the airstrip. Mac told you to get on the plane while he and the others got the bags. You sat heavily in one of the chairs and waited for another round of nausea to pass. The second everybody was on the plane, it took off.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“No idea. We ditched our phones too. Safer that way,” Bozer told you.

You nodded and looked out the window. Mac sat across from you.

“I’m not gonna ask if you're doing okay, because I know you're not.”

“Yeah, not really. Running for your life will do that to you.”

“I'm so sorry, (Y/N).”

“You guys have to stop saying that. It's not your fault.”

Mac lowered his voice. “Maybe not, but Jack feels like it is.”

You looked over at your dad, who popped a magazine back into his handgun and sighed. He met your gaze and gave you a worried smile. You smiled back reassuringly. It was your turn to be strong for him. You stood up and went to your day, who was sitting on the couch. You took a seat next to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I want you to know I have no regrets about any of this. And I don't blame you. Not even a little bit. I love you and I want you to stop beating yourself up about this,” you told him sincerely.

“I'm trying, honey,” he said hoarsely. “You and the boy genius ever have kids, you'll understand.”

“I think it's a little early for that. But I get it. Just keep trying. For me.” You gave him a peck on the cheek, which got a small smile out of him.

You returned to your seat and Mac gave you a smile.

“Thank you. He needed that,” Mac told you.

You shrugged. “It’s my job to take care of him as much as it's his to take care of me.”

He reached over and took your hand. “Works that way for us too.”

“I know. I'm here for you too, Mac. I hope you know that.”

“I do.”

“Good.”

The plane suddenly shook and you looked at Mac with alarm.

“Please don't tell me Murdoc can shoot us down,” you cried.

“I'm gonna go check with the pilots. Stay here.” He hurried to the cockpit.

You went and sat by your dad, terrified.

“I got you, sweetheart. Boze, grab some parachutes!” Jack yelled.

“On it!” Bozer replied.

“I've never jumped out of a plan before,” you said shakily.

“We’ll strap you to one of us so you don't have to go alone, okay?”

“Okay. I don't even care who, I just want to keep my eyes closed the whole time.”

Mac came back. “We’re going down.”

Bozer appeared with the chutes and handed one to Mac and Jack.

“I'll go with Mac,” you decided.

“Okay, come here,” he said. He gave you a kiss before getting you two ready.

You all got to the ramp and readied yourselves.

“Ready?” Mac shouted in your ear.

“No! Just do it!”

You jumped together and your heart leapt into your throat. You tried your best not to scream as the ground approached. Mac pulled the rip cord and your body jerked as your descent slowed.

“It's okay, I'm scared of heights too!” Mac yelled.

“That's adorable, not gonna lie!”

You could barely hear his laughter over the wind rushing around you. When you finally hit the ground, you finally took a deep breath. Mac unstrapped you and you took off your goggles.

“Never…make me do that again!” You pointed a finger at him.

“No promises.”

Once Mac got everything off him, you enveloped him in a big hug. He hugged you back and sighed. You pulled apart and looked around. You had landed in a clearing in a forest. There was shouting in the distance. Mac took your hand and you ran to meet up with Jack and Bozer.

“You guys okay?” Bozer asked.

“Yeah, we're good. You?” replied Mac.

“Bit of a rough landing, but we'll live,” said Jack.

“Okay, now we gotta find a road,” Mac sighed. “It's early afternoon so the sun is going west. I think we should head east.”

“We’ll follow your lead, babe,” you said, kissing his cheek and taking his hand.

“Hey, can we keep the PDA to a minimum? I'm right here!” your dad exclaimed.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks for the embarrassing memory, Dad.”

“No problem.”

You hiked through the woods for a few hours, Mac leading the way. Your stomach started to hurt, which slowed you down quite a bit. You stopped for a break and Mac handed you some cattails.

“Eat them. They don't taste great, but you need to keep your strength up,” he ordered.

“Yes sir,” you replied cheekily, taking a bite. You made a face.

“Don't worry. You get used to it,” Bozer said as he took a big chunk out of his.

Jack wouldn't even touch his. “Look man, I'm a carnivore. I need steak. Now get us out of here.”

“I’m working on it, but (Y/N) needs a break,” said Mac.

Jack's face softened. “How you doing, sweetheart?”

“Not too hot. Wish I had those pills right about now,” you sighed.

Mac came over to where you were sat against a tree and felt your forehead.

He frowned at you. “You feel warm. I think you're getting an infection.” He lifted your shirt. “Your wound is red. I gotta do something for it. Boze, you remember those yarrow flowers? I'm gonna need some.”

Bozer nodded and went searching.

“Told you I'd slow us down,” you muttered.

“Yeah, well, don't even think about giving us the 'leave me behind' speech because it's not gonna happen,” Mac told you with a smirk.

“Copy that. Just get me okay enough to keep moving.”

Bozer returned, carrying some white flowers.

“All right, babe, this isn't gonna be fun,” Mac warned.

He crushed up the flowers and pressed them into your wound. You yelped. He grimaced.

“I know. Now we need to wrap it,” he told you, wiping his hands on his pants. He took off his long sleeve shirt and tied it around you, causing you to yell again. “Sorry.”

“It's okay. Just give me a minute and we can head out,” you responded.

You waited for the pain to dull before pushing yourself to your feet. You swayed and started to fall. They all reached for you, but Mac was able to grab you.

“Mac? I feel funny.”

“You’ve got a fever. Normally I'd say we should build a fire and camp for the night, but with Murdoc out there, I don't think that's a good idea. Just lean on me, we'll walk together.”

You nodded, unable to speak. The four of you made your way through the woods slowly until you completely passed out.

“(Y/N)!” Mac cried out. He lowered you to the ground. “Jack, she's burning up.”

“Damn it. What do we do, Mac?” Jack asked.

“Let’s build a sled. She can't walk anymore. Put your jackets on her, she could get hypothermic.”

They grabbed branches and started putting together a rudimentary sled. Jack and Bozer piled their jackets on you. Once they finished, they lifted you onto the sled and Jack and Bozer offered to pull it first. Mac walked beside you and hoped you would wake up.

You finally did when they reached a road. You opened your eyes groggily.

“Mac?” you whispered weakly.

“I'm here.” He grabbed your outstretched hand.

“I don't feel right.”

“I know. We're gonna get you help.”

“I'm so cold. These jackets smell good. God, I love your hair. It's so pretty.”

He smiled. “It’s kinda dirty right now.”

“Don’t care. Wanna touch it.”

He leaned closer to you. “Go right ahead, baby.”

You ran your fingers through his hair and giggled. “It’s so soft.”

“Well thank you, beautiful.”

Jack and Bozer set the sled down tiredly, having reached a road finally.

“All right, now do we just wait for a car to pass?” asked Bozer.

“Yeah, I think that's our best bet. Don't know where the nearest civilization could be,” Mac replied.

It took about 15 minutes before a white minivan finally came down the road. The guys all waved their arms and the vehicle stopped.

“Oh my gosh, what happened?” asked a young woman.

“She's hurt. We could use a ride,” Mac explained.

“Hop on in!”

Jack and Mac carefully helped you into the back while Bozer took the front. They rearranged the jackets on you and you sighed.

“I feel all floaty. At least it doesn't hurt,” you said.

“That's good, sweetheart. You just stay with us, okay?” your dad told you.

“Okay, Daddy. I'll try.”

Jack exchanged a worried look with Mac.

“Ma'am, do you have a cellphone I can borrow?” Mac asked the driver.

“Of course, here.” She handed her phone back to him.

Mac dialed quickly and put it on speaker.

“Matty, hey.”

“Mac, where the hell are you guys? When your plane went down, all hell broke loose. Murdoc is in the wind.”

“We're okay, we had to jump. Not sure about the pilots, but we're all here. (Y/N)'s got an infection. It's bad. We're heading to the nearest hospital.”

“Mercy,” the woman supplied.

“Okay, we'll have a tac team meet you there. Stay safe,” Matty replied.

“Will do. Thanks.” He hung up and handed the phone back to the woman. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Who are you guys?”

“Trust me, you don't wanna know.”

You drove in silence for a while, your head lolling around.

You groaned. “My head hurts.”

“We're almost there,” the woman told you.

You pulled up to the ER in record time.

You turned to Jack. “I love you, Dad.” And then you passed out.

“No no no, (Y/N), come on!” cried Mac as he tried to wake you.

“Let’s get her inside pronto!” said Jack.

They both carried you in, laying you on a nearby gurney.

“Help, we need some help here!” Jack yelled.

A nurse ran over, checking your vitals. “What happened?”

“Gunshot wound a few days ago. It’s infected. She just passed out.”

“What’s her name?”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N).”

“(Y/N)? Can you hear me?” She shone a light in your eyes. “We need to get her back and start intravenous antibiotics. You’ve done all you can. We’ll take good care of her. Waiting room is to the left.”

They all went to the waiting room and sat down, preparing for a long wait. Jack put his head in his hands, Mac fiddled with his Swiss army knife, and Bozer zoned out on the TV. Just then, Matty called him.

“Bozer, any updates?” she asked.

“No. They just took her back. I think it’s bad.”

“How are Mac and Jack?”

Bozer chanced a look. Their faces were dark. “Not good.”

“Okay, well they need you right now. Be there for them. And stay safe. Bring our girl home.”

“Will do. I’ll keep you in the loop.”

Bozer hung up and sighed.

“Guys, I’m gonna get you two some coffee.”

“Thanks, Boze,” Mac said quietly.

Bozer left and Mac turned to his friend.

“How you doing, Jack?”

“Not good, man. Feels like I’ve been letting her down since the second I came into her life.”

Mac put his hand on Jack’s back. “You haven’t let her down. We got her here.”

“Yeah, but what if she dies? I can’t lose her, I can’t lose my little girl.” Jack started crying.

“You won’t. I swear on my life. I promised you I would protect her and I will do it to my dying breath.”

Jack sniffled and nodded, wiping away his tears. “Thanks, brother.”

“No problem.” Mac clapped him on the back just as Bozer returned with coffees for each of them.

They took them gratefully and sipped on them.

“Anything yet?” Bozer asked.

“No. Nothing,” Mac replied.

They waited for another hour before a doctor came out.

“I’m Dr. Eisenlohr,” the blonde woman said. “Are you family?”

“Yes ma’am, we are,” Jack told her.

“Okay, well (Y/N) is doing better than expected. We’ve got her in a private room and all her vitals are stable. You can see her if you’d like.”

“Thanks, doc,” said Mac.

They followed her to your room, when you lay, still unconscious. Mac took a seat on your right and gripped your hand. Jack did the same on your left. Bozer sat on the couch opposite the door.

Mac rubbed his thumb across your knuckles and kissed them. “We’re here.”

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