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lsk3nn3dys · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝟏𝟎𝟎% 𝐒𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐬 (𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

This excellent idea is inspired by @httphaitani <3 (he also made posts with this concept that ya'll should check out!! They are amazing!!)

Wrote this with my whole ass pus- (sorry if it's cringe...)

This takes place in a modern AU

Fem!Reader

Includes: Akaza, Gyutaro, Inosuke Hashibira, Tengen Uzui, and Zenitsu Agatsuma

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+

Warnings: m!masturbation, semi-public masturbation, pet names (baby, pretty girl, doll, baby girl, and angel), use of Discord in Gyutaro's (Idk if that's a warning, but I'm gonna add it anyway), f!masturbation, use of a fleshlight, video sex, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, squirting, and lingerie wearing

Akaza

As Akaza sits at a desk at his company, he can't help but think about how much he misses you. Unfortunately, his boss, Muzan, is forcing him to stay late, and he can't help the bulge that forms in his slacks when thinking about you. You're probably missing him so much. Touching yourself as you wait for him. He quickly goes to the bathroom, locks himself in a stall, and opens the camera on his phone. He unzips his slacks and removes his cock from his boxers. He begins to record himself while he begins to pump his cock.

"Oh, baby, fuck, I can't wait to fuck you," he breathlessly moans. "Gonna make me cum from just thinking about you."

He pumps faster as he zooms in on his hard cock that leaks tiny beads of precum.

"You love when I send you these videos, huh?" he says teasingly. "I bet you're clasping your thighs together, huh?"

He bites down on his lower lip as an image of you squirming on the couch at home watching this, pops into his head.

"When I get home, I'll be sure to fuck you nice and full," he says. "You better not cum until I get back. Your orgasms belong to only me." His cock twitches in his hand, so he pumps faster and begins to groan lowly. Finally, after a few more pumps, Akaza's cum shoots out into his hand. He chuckles at the sight.

"Can't wait to cum on you instead."

Gyutaro

You log into discord and notice that you have a ping notification. It's Gyu. He's sent you a dm. It's a video of some kind. You open it up to find him sitting in front of his camera, only showing the lower half of his body. You grow hot when you notice he's holding his hard cock in his hand. His broad chest sitting upright, and his sweatpants are around his thighs so his cock can be in full view for you.

"C-Can't wait to see you," he says as he rolls his thumb over his tip. His shaky breath is picked up by the microphone on the headphones that you assume he has on. "I-I've been wanting to fuck you ever since you left." He gives himself one pump as he speaks. You can feel your arousal stain your underwear as you watch him.

You move your hand down to your shorts and dip your hand into them. You begin rubbing your clit as you watch him.

"Fuck, pretty girl, I want your pussy so bad," he speaks closely into the mic. "I miss how fucking tight you are." He grunts into the mic as he quickens his pace. You see him raise his hips to meet his hand. You circle your clit faster to match the thrusts he makes.

"Gyu," you mutter. You hear his breathy moans, and as they come through your headphones, it makes it seem like he's right here with you.

"Fuck, baby," he thrusts harder into his hand. You feel your abdomen tighten, and you rub faster. He grunts your name, streams his cum onto his hand, and spills some on his sweatpants. You also reach your orgasm, and it squirts into your panties and shorts. You both breathe heavily, and you watch him collect himself as he ends the video.

You decide you'll give him something in return. You open your phone camera and take a picture of your soaked panties and shorts. You send it to him and say you can't wait to see him.

Inosuke Hashibira

Inosuke loves to send you both videos and photos. A lot of the time when he probably shouldn't. You'll be sitting in a lecture, and he'll send you an image of his hard cock.

One night as you're studying for an exam, he sends you a long video with him fucking a fleshlight. You can hear him moan in the video as he thrusts hard into the device.

"Shit, doll, come over," you hear him say. "I need your cunt." Of course, you want to, but you really do need to...

Fuck, you really want to.

"Fuck, doll," he groans. You shift in your chair, trying to get some friction. You watch as his cock goes in and out of the fleshlight with artificial slick coating his cock. "Want to cum in your pussy. Fuck!" He keeps jerking into the fake cunt.

You really, really want to.

"Doll, come here," he pleads. You close the video and get up from your desk. It's late, but you don't care. You text Inosuke telling him he's won and you're on your way. He sends you a response saying that he'll make it worth your while.

Tengen Uzui

"Fuck, baby girl," Tengen groans as he watches you insert another finger into your wet pussy. "You're so naughty for daddy."

"All f-for you, daddy," you moan as you scissor the two fingers inside you.

"Good girl," he says. You watch him fist his cock once more. His large hand pumps his thick cock harshly. "Rub your clit, baby girl." You do as he commands and move your thumb to rub your clit. "Shit, baby girl, just like that."

"A-Ah daddy!" you moan. He pumps his cock faster, watching you finger fuck yourself at his command.

"God, baby girl, you're so fucking hot," he groans.

"Mm, d-daddy," you moan. "G-gonna cum." He chuckles darkly.

"Baby girl wants to cum?" he tsks.

"Y-yes, please let me cum, daddy! I've been such a good girl for you," you plead.

"F-fuck," he can barely contain his own release. He loves when you give yourself to him. "Cum, baby girl."

"D-daddy!" you scream as you squirt on the bed sheets under you.

"Shit, baby girl," he says. Having watched you, he also cums, and you see his white stream shoot out. It makes a mess like what you did. "Seeing you cum always gets me."

"S-sorry," you apologize, and he chuckles again.

"Don't apologize; it's so hot," he says.

Zenitsu Agatsuma

You eagerly wait for Zenitsu to respond. You'd sent him a photo of yourself wearing the new lingerie set you'd gotten. It has his favorite colors, yellow and orange on it, and it hugs your curves and pushes up your chest. You knew he'd love it as soon as you sent him the photo. You imagine his red face as he looks at the picture of you. His angel wearing lingerie that is meant for only him.

You receive a photo attachment two minutes later. A photo of him in the restroom with his thick white cum in his hand and his cock in the bottom half of the image. You clutch your thighs together, looking at how thick his cum is and hard his cock looks.

He then sends you a message under the image. "I'm coming home now, angel. Please wait for me."

ヘ(^_^ヘ)

#demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #akaza x reader #gyutaro x reader #inosuke hashibira x reader #tengen uzui x reader #zenitsu agatsuma x reader

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 2 years

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SO AFTER THAT BEAUTIFUL DRABBLE I AM NOW THINKKING ABOUT CLARK CASUALLY CONGRATULATING BRUCE ON THE BABY AND BRUCE INTERNALLY DYING?? I’m literally so in love with this story you are amazing and so so talented thank you so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let's be real. Bruce has been in love with that child since he found out there was one. That's his kid and fuck what anyone else says. Those are his girls.

"Clark," Bruce said, offering a smile and a handshake.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully, "Congrats I heard it's a girl. I bet you're-"

Bruce coughed and glanced to where he could hear you, bickering cheerfully with Dick about the proper way to conjugate a verb in Latin. "Clark," he said, face heating, "The baby isn't mine." He wished she was. He already loved her- almost as much as he loved you. But he knew better than to let you hear him telling people he was her father. You'd been adamant about it.

"But-"

"I'll explain later," he said quietly, turning to see Dick race through the door to launch himself at Clark.

"You better," Clark hissed before turning to catch Dick and shake your hand. "I'm surprised you said you'd give me an interview," he said grinning, "I'm honored."

"Well," you huff a laugh and let Bruce sit you in the chair he'd pulled out, "It's not a tabloid or a talk show- and you just want to know about my charities, not my kid's paternity."

"I've heard it's a girl," he said, grinning, taking his seat, "You must be thrilled."

"It is nice to be able to narrow down my list of names- and decide what to do with my nursery," you allow, smiling a little.

Bruce glares and Clark, positioning himself just behind your chair and folds his arms. You hadn't wanted to do this- not really. And you were notoriously cagey about your personal life around reporters- in another context, you'd probably offer to show him paint colors- but not today. Clark fought an eye roll with difficulty. As if he'd ever publish any of that. He'd rather never write another article before he'd do some weird tabloid expose about a socialite's out-of-wedlock pregnancy. "Ma wants to know your colors when you figure them out," he said dimpling, "She wants to make you a blanket for her."

"I'll call her," you answer, relaxing just slightly. You hate interviews. Your guardian, a half-brother who was more concerned with spending his inheritance than your well-being, had pushed you into doing them after your parents died. Trotting you out to drive up stock prices- and most of them had been focused on the scandals- things no one should be asked about. But seeing a poised, demure little girl, looking like a life-sized doll- the media and the public had gone wild. Some people had gone so far as to call you a sociopath.

"She'd like that," Clark reassures you, smiling his thanks when your assistant brings him a coffee.

Bruce squeezes your shoulder gently. He can feel you trembling and in his minds eye, he can see you. Your feet dangling off a chair in a dress you thought was for a tea party. And he can see the overbright doe eyes, frantically searching for someone. Anyone. That was going to make it stop. "You don't have to do this," he said softly. "I can get Clark the information he needs."

"I'm sorry," you murmur, getting to your feet, walking quickly out of the room, quietly, but firmly shutting the door.

Clark winced, "I should apologize-"

"Give her a few minutes," Bruce said, exhaling slowly. "She'll pull it together."

"It's fine I can-"

"Just give her a minute," Bruce said, smiling ruefully. "It's been- she can do it, we just might have to be a little less formal about it. We'll take a walk, if you want to record it."

Clark nodded, "I thought her heart was gonna explode. I don't want-"

"It'll be fine," Bruce said, "Just try and avoid her parents." He shivered reflexively, the memory of that interview making his stomach turn.

"Do we have enough time for you to explain what the hell is going on with you two?" Clark said, frowning, folding his arms. "Ma said she's just not putting a name on the birth certificate."

"Clark-"

"Just marry her! God how can two people be so smart and so stupid?" he groaned.

"I've been asking myself that a lot lately," Alfred drawled, glancing towards the closed kitchen door. "I see this is going well... I'll just go see if-"

"Please?" Bruce said, a note of worry in his voice.

"Yeah. That's not your girl," Clark huffed, folding his arms. "Totally get it now."

___________

You look up from where you're curled on a kitchen chair and smile a little, "Do you still have a sixth sense for when something stupid is happening or-"

"I raised Master Bruce," he chuckled, pulling a bowl of cold watermelon out of the fridge and putting some on a plate. "Are we hiding or regrouping?"

"Strategic Retreat," you agree, "I thought I was going to be sick."

"I see," he hummed, setting the plate on the table and putting a fork next to it, "I still say you should do a tabloid interview and actually vomit on someone- it would probably put an end to it rather nicely."

"Or I'd be headed for rehab and in dire straits as Bruce frantically tries to save my poor shattered soul."

He cringed, "Fair point- you lead an interesting life when none of us are looking, Miss Y/N."

#Bruce Wayne #Bruce Wayne x reader #bff!reader #doctorsteeb #ask answered #minors dni

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sebsxphia · 1 year

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SEBBB oh my GOD he looked SCRUMPTIOUS a couple days ago

idk what was different, he was just wearing a t-shirt and shorts but omg

and the veins in his arms and hands were so prominent

he makes me so feral

the things I'd do to him

-professor anon

PROFESSOR ANON IVE MISSED YOU HOW ARE YOU?? ARE YOU COPING OKAY??

but by the sounds of it, perhaps not because oh my god!!!! it’s something about the dad fit and the veins?????? yeah I FUCKING FEEL YOU

god i bet his veins would feel amazing against your pus- GUNSHOT

#💌you’ve got mail #professor anon <33 #i LOVE YOU SO MUCH AND IM SENDING U SO MUCH LOVE <333

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creator-chan3000 · 2 years

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Hahaha haha bet you weren't counting on me using the ask box 😀🙃, how about 🚬 with all your ocs. Drink water and get some sleep gorl!!

Lmao nah I didn’t 🤣 wassuuuuup? And thank you! You do that as well!

🚬Bad habits

The Core Virus:

* has a terrible habit of creeping people out. The obsidian soul in them craves chaos and what’s better to draw it out through making people uncomfortable?

* And unfortunately it doesn’t matter WHO it is. So their team is not safe for it either.

* They also are very unpredictable. One moment they seem silly, then theatrical, then suddenly enraged. Never get near if they’re angry….as long as you’re able to catch onto their moods and deal with their dickery, you’ll be fine.

Virisity:

* Acts before thinking. This makes them seem dumb but really they really are careless about their actions.

* And sometimes that carelessness tends to make them seem like they don’t care for others. Their other habit is lack of communication contributes to this and their unreasonable anger.

* They really just need a hug….and someone to stop them from doing stupid shit-

Grey:

* Puts up a front to seem intimidating all the time. He doesn’t want to seem weak.

* Also overworks himself to the bone (Heh pun-) mainly because he wants to make up for his past actions. (No spoilers!)

* This man needs a break and some reassurance

Lisa (me):

* Is very hard on herself. Even if it was a minor mistake. So she picks up on her own bad habits and begins getting annoyed. Procrastinating? Stop wasting time! Daydreaming? Get your head in the game! Thinks lowly of herself. Lord even overworks herself. (Taking care of herself is obviously an issue. Rosa and Bunny help her though. And all their friends too! Funny though is that she’s just too lazy to do it….)

* Her anger is on another level. Sure she can get annoyed but getting REALLY angry is rare. And when it happens, it is HARD to calm her down. Especially if one of her friends are hurt. She hates her own anger as it feels terrible and makes her loose all her senses. Her stubbornness is crazy ridiculous too!

* She just needs support and….someone able to hold her back-

Rosa:

* Doesn’t have much confidence in herself and doesn’t think highly of herself. Which is surprising due to her sweet nature and fun loving personality.

* And this also applies to battles. She’s afraid of not helping enough.

* SOMEONE GIVE HER THE REASSURANCE SHE NEEDS

Bunny:

* Doesn’t necessarily have any.

* I mean is being too blunt count? And quick to kick someone count?

* ….actually yeah I’m pretty sure that counts.

* Girl low key got anger issues-

Sylvia:

* This girl is a bit eccentric and VERY confident. But man she needs to learn some boundaries. She has an amazing flirting game but yo chill-

* She has no chill in what she says either yo….”damn this cream bussing” “just like this pu-“ “SYLVIE-“

* Be sure to monitor her….

Bonus!

Angel:

* Her attitude certainly is a bad habit of hers….but it’s also her overworking herself and trying to do everything on her own.

* Keeping to herself is an issue as well. She wants to do her best!

* She really just needs to take it easy or at least open up more. She’s not alone!

Talia:

* Overworking AGAIN?! Man and this Lisa is a reckless one too!

* Takes WAY too many notes on new Pokémon or new people she meets. Think about Deku….you see the picture already don’t you?

* She just needs to chill….good luck convincing her though! All Lisas are stubborn….

#undertale au #unitytale #my original characters #my writing #self insert #my self inserts #oc asks #undertale au headcanons #virisity unitytale #the core virus unitytale #grey unitytale #bunny unitytale #rosa unitytale #Sylvia unitytale #answered

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215-luv · 3 years

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Hiya! Um I saw the post for Inarizaki's manager wearing a cheerleader uniform for a bet, an I was wondering if you could do the same scenario, but for Fukurodani or Aoba Johsai?? If you want to of course, you don't have to

FUKURODANI & AOBA JOHSAI WHEN THEIR MANAGER WEARS A CHEERLEADER OUTFIT

a/n: anything for you lovely! i hope you love this!!

FUKURODANI

all thanks to the other managers of the volleyball team

yukie was the first one who suggested you to wear the official cheer outfit and you immediately had to protest to that idea

yukie: y/n just shut up and wear the damn costume

kaori: i second that

you: (T_T)

of course, you had no choice

nothing bad would happen right??

it was for one day anyway, so you just had to get this over with quickly

you thought they’d been the kindest people on earth when they brought you to the gym with a dramatic entrance with whistles and shouts coming from them as they wall beside you

“i swear this is the end for the two of you-” “yeah yeah, y/n, you look hot right now anyway”

you snort from yukie’s response

“hey, boys!”

“hey! what’s… going… on…”

the next words came out in a distance from konoha, whom already had his eyes raking your figure shamelessly

the team came to stop with what their doing as all of you stare at each other without a word spoken

the awkward silence surrounds you and the team as you felt their heavy stares situated on you

“….” “…”

you gulp

“u-um.. guys?”, you wave your hand to catch their attention

they all tense from your voice as they snap out from their trance (or daydream)

akaashi was the first to speak up as he clears his throat, “what’s this all about?”

you swore you saw the blush on his face as bokuto slides his arm over the setters shoulders, eyes moving up and down from your face to your legs

yukie: little y/n lost a bet so she had to wear a chearleading outfit as a punishment~

you wanted to smack the smirk out of yukie at some point

“a-ah i see..” akaashi replies hesitantly before quickly looking away when you accidentally made eye contact

“um..”

“so? how does she look?” yukie wiggles her eyebrows while pointing at you

“hot-”

“konoha.” “h-huh? what!”

washio stares at you, “you look pretty with the cheer outfit, l/n-san”

you felt your cheeks burning, “t-thank you!”

bokuto makes a sound of affirmation, “the look suits you, y/n! feel like i could perfect all my spikes today!”

“i sure do hope so, bokuto-san.” “akaashi! of course i will!”

you scratch your head, “this isn’t too much, right?”

“what do you mean?”

“the costume and all?”, you shyly look away

“of course not!” konoha and komi immediately responds with a fist pump

yamato agrees, “i think you look amazing with it, y/n. i’m sure it keeps the team motivated.”

“i-in what way?”

akaashi mutters, “that’s for you to know, y/n”

“w-what was that?”

“alright! enough chit chat! you guys could admire her the way you want anyway, no funny business tho! now get to practice!”

kaori interrupts to clap her hands in signal, indicating for them to continue practice as the rest of the team unexpectedly shouts louder in response

konoha shoots you a thumbs up while bokuto smirks in delight before going back to the court

yukie nudges your side, “oooh you got them worked up y/n~”

kaori chuckles, giving her partner a low five, “maybe you should wear the outfit everyday, don’t you think?”

the only response you gave them was an eye roll

AOBA JOHSAI

“ugh, i’m so tir-AAAAAAAAHH!”

“what?! what happened?!”

“oikawa, i swear if it’s some dum- o-oh, y/n..”

you freeze when you’re faced with the third years on the entrance of the gym

supposedly, you were to wear your manager uniform today

but as you rummage your things in your bag you only came up with a chearleading outfit, which took you back to the bet you had with your friends last week

you sigh in dejection, ‘it’s supposed to be today?’

mattsun bends down closer to you, making you yelp at the closure, “hmmm.. this is interesting..”

“r-really?-” “oi, stop it, you’re scaring her” iwaizumi pulls the raven head by the back of his collar

oikawa chuckles, “iwa-chan! are you jealous??? hmmmmmm????”

“say that again-” “aaannndd we’re going back to practice!”

oikawa takes you by your hand while you felt makki chuckling from behind you

“i can’t believe we have our personal cheerleader now! does this mean you’ll be doing this everyday y/n-chan?”

“u-uh-”

mattsun takes his place from behind you, “ah, she’s stuttering.”

“cut it out, will you?” iwaizumi sighs

“y/n-san!”

the rest of you averts your attention to a blushing yahaba whom called your name along with kindaichi having the same expression

you were completely oblivious

you made a sound of hum as you made your way to the pair. the both of them tensing as you walk closer to where they are, “what’s wrong?”

“you look nice today-” yahaba admits while kindaichi gives you a nod in affirmation

“you mean hot” mattsun adds, arms crossed on the back of his head

“really hot” makki follows with a smirk

you scrunch your nose in embarassment before looking at them dead in the eye, “stop that”

though the action seemed intimidating, it definitely fired up the boys, who thought what you just did was extremely adorable

you felt someone pull you into their chest, and you looked up to see oikawa who’s had a smirk on his face

“y/n-chan~ if only you knew you were this cute especially with that cheerleader outfit~”

too shy to say anything, you pout as you burry your face on his chest out of embarassment

ah, you’ll definitely be the death of them

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limitlessgojo · 3 years

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Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate (Ch 7)

Warnings: Action, Coarse Language, Fighting, Descriptions of Blood

Previous Chapter: Speed of Sound

Next Chapter: Red Strings of Fate

Tags: Soulmates AU, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Fem!Reader

Taglist: @lessie-oxj @rizzo-nero @whoreuc @fkngkumiko @isl3t @gojoussunglasses @onepotatostand-blog @s-t-f-u-b-i-t-c-h @sunaswife

Notes: If you want to be tagged for every update, please mention it in the comments below ty <3

Double Update today, because these two chapters go hand in hand. It didn't feel right to upload one without the other.

Chapter 7: Bird of Flame

You faced Todo off in a clearing. Everyone else was at the far side watching. “Just run away if it gets too much.” You worriedly said to Miwa and Mai pushing them back.

“It’s okay, I’ll hold off any attacks.” Noritoshi assured you. You beamed up at him, “Thanks senpai.”

“Someone’s being awfully friendly today.” Momo half coughed and half murmured out. Noritoshi just gave her the side eye.

As per your style of fighting, you stayed still if you did not know of your opponent’s cursed technique.

“I won’t immobilise you this time since we are sparring.” You called out to Todo. “Fine with me!”

You could hold out your protective space warping around you for several hours. You just had to make sure it was activated in the space around you.

Todo didn’t hesitate to start off with punches and kicks. Nothing moved you of course. 5 minutes passed with him getting nowhere. Is that all he has?

You narrowed your eyes, but lifted a hand to push him back into a tree. You manipulated its branches such that they were all pointing to him. He was about to hit them until he clapped his hands and suddenly, you were there.

Your eyes widened, barely having time to brace yourself as you guarded for impact. You hit the branches hard. “Shit.” Looks like you might have to use your extended techniques against him.

He was in front of you in a split second and you quickly moved to dodge. You tried to maneuver your way around him, but it was hard to pinpoint the exact origin of the hits as he kept swapping your positions before landing a hit.

Sometimes, when you brace for a hit, he doesn’t swap your positions. How annoying!!! Of course your spacial barrier is still active and taking the hits for you, but it does have its limits.

Moving at mach speed in a short distant range won’t help you too much as it’s better for transport rather than combat.

You breathed out low and slow, before channeling your concentration into your 6th sense. Spatial awareness. Faster and faster, you started bracing for his hits and pushing him back.

And when he was unprepared you lashed out with your hidden twin blade only for him to dodge it. You can’t deny that the 2nd year's have more experience than you in battle. And Todo's specialty is obviously close combat.

You had both blades out now quickly slashing at him dangerously. He avoids it and the slashes cut all the way to the trees behind him.

You gave in, sheathing your blades and turning around to recuperate but he was faster as he finally caught you by the arm. “I got you!”

You grinned. Who got who?

With one hand, you straightened 4 fingers out towards Todo and folded your thumb into your palm. “Extension cursed technique, focus range: Niflheim”. Your applied cursed technique slows down the movement of molecules in an enclosed area, forcing items to freeze.

A layer of ice covered Todo’s entire body. The branches that binded around him were also covered with ice, stretching behind him in an ice pillar.

You quickly released your hand from his hold and slowly breathed to the sky, releasing an icy smokey breath. You turned around with a slow smile. “Checkmate”

He struggled against the ice but, “I wouldn’t do that if I were you. That is way under 0 degrees celsius. You might lose a limb or 2 Todo senpai.”

He sighed, “I g-g-guh-give!” He could barely utter the words as his teeth chattered. You gently focused on raising the temperature, melting the ice off of Todo first. You couldn’t do it too fast or else he would combust.

As soon as he was free you reached out and applied your reversed cursed technique on him, healing the cold in his body. “Thank you so much for the match! It’s been a while since I felt that much fun in battle!” You excitedly said.

“Good game. As expected of my little sister, you’re very strong.” Todo patted your head. You stared, “Excuse me, whose little sister??”

“You should have buried him y/n!” Momo exclaimed. “Hear hear.” Mai chanted. Mechamaru just said, “I almost got buried by her once. She should have done the same with him.” You just laughed, “It’s okay, I’m satisfied with this.”

You turned to Noritoshi and he walked up to you and Todo went back. At this distance, the others couldn’t hear your conversation. “That was incredible.” He had a very proud smile on his face. “I hope you take our fight seriously as well. That’s all I ask of you.” He whispered.

“Of course I will senpai. But like with Todo senpai, I won’t use immobilisation techniques so we can spar properly okay?”

“Okay” he patted your shoulder and gave it a small squeeze before moving backwards. ‘Kamo clan, blood manipulation. They can manipulate their blood freely.’ you thought to yourself.

Your eyes zeroed in on his bow and arrows. The smell of blood was always on him, but you bet he had blood on those arrows. “Begin!”

He launched arrows at you only for you to stop them. Projectiles were the worst thing he could do. You frowned as you turned the arrows on him and sent them back. He dodged and shot more.

What on earth? This was so ineffective against yo-

He suddenly came from the side and punched you. Diversionary tactics dummy, you didn’t think about it.

You got pushed back from the force but stood your ground. He was insanely fast for a human. He is currently faster than Todo and any of the male cousins whom you’ve fought with.

It was a jarring experience. “Flowing Red Scale” He moved backwards, one eye wide open with a red blood x mark on it.

Your brain went into overdrive in a hurry to connect the dots while you defended against him. Blood. Red blood cells. Oxygen. He’s increasing his physical abilities.

You quickly lashed out with a double kick only for him to bring out a blood bag. “Blood manipulation: Crimson binding”. Blood strands wrapped around you and caged you in.

But you froze them and easily broke it in the process. You hurried to try and bring him down with mixed martial arts, not wanting to hurt him too much.

Sparring with him actually felt like a dance. You dodged and had an instinct as to where the next move would come from, and he was the same. Barely any hits landed on each other for a while.

Ah right, you promised to go hard on him. You put two hands out in a V shape, with palms facing him. Noritoshi’s eyes widened at the familiar hand signs. It’s the very first one you showed him.

“Tatsumaki” A huge horizontal cyclone hit him and forced him back. “Enhanced Gravity: Output level 4%”

“Aarghhh” Noritoshi groaned as he was forced to the ground. You didn’t notice his hands moving.

“Convergence! Piercing blood” a sudden fast stream of blood shot out and grazed your cheek. It would have been worse had you not moved your head aside. Noritoshi’s eyes widened as blood poured from the wound.

You quickly made tree branches hold his hands apart and forced him back onto the ground. You pointed both your twin blades at his head. “I give!”

You released your technique and knelt down. “Are you oka-”

“Are you okay? I hit your face!” He exclaimed in worry, hand hovering just over your cheek. You stared at him in amusement. “It’s a serious matter!!” he insisted.

You covered your face with one hand, then wiped off the blood to reveal a flawless cheek. He gaped, “Reverse cursed technique. I see. Good fight” He wheezed out.

"You actually hit through my defenses in battle. That was amazing Noritoshi senpai." You whispered in amazement. There was something different about the blood he manipulated.

His bond to it was far stronger than your hold over his blood. So if you tried manipulating his blood, it's a low chance that you could get it to attack him.

You can manipulate anything and everything, even at molecular levels to some extent. But you can't produce what's not there. There seems to be a limit to your manipulation over certain items.

"I still lost. Thank you for the match." He said.

You held his hand for the first time as you pulled him up, when suddenly a searing pain hit the inside of your wrist.

"Ouch!" You exclaimed while Noritoshi winced as well. You both pulled back your sleeves to see a large bird surrounded by flames just below the inner wrist on your right hand. Noritoshi had the exact same symbol, but it was in the inner wrist on his left hand.

You quickly pulled over both your sleeves to cover the markings, “Just say we both got wounds, let’s keep this a secret.” You pulled back and acted on purpose, “Good fight. You almost got me there.”

He naturally followed your lead, but there was a brightness to his eyes that told of something else. “.... Yeah you got me. I’ll do my best to catch up to you next time we spar.”

“What happened?” Utahime ran towards the both of you upon seeing you both flinch forward. “No, Utahime sensei we just got some scrapes that stung badly, nothing too bad.”

“I see. I have a first aid kit on hand, feel free to use it if you need to.” She said, and pushed you two back to where everyone else was.

You both stayed at the back watching the other students ask to spar with each other. Noritoshi quietly tugged at your sleeve, hidden from view with his own large and wide sleeves.

You tugged back twice on his sleeve and grabbed his hand to squeeze it. His hands were rough and calloused from fighting, but also had a tenderness and warmth from the way they tried to hold onto yours.

Both your marks flashed with heat when your hands touched. Noritoshi turned to you with all the world's curiosity in his face.

But you pulled back and put some distance between the two of you so it wouldn't look too obvious. "That binding technique that you did earlier was cool. Is it possible for you to manipulate the blood even after I freeze it solid?" You asked to try and divert the attention.

"Actually I haven't tried yet. But I should be able to as the main composition is still my blood." He admitted.

The remaining time left on the field was spent mostly on the others working on their cursed techniques against each other, and with you engaging in tactical discussion with the other students.

You all bid each other goodbye and went your separate ways. Except… Noritoshi mouthed "library" after he waved you off.

You lifted your eyebrows silently in agreement and walked back with the rest of the 1st year's.

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If I can't have you, nobody can - pt. 9 - final part

A/N: I know it's kind of a shitty ending but I just wanted to end it without all the dramatic affects. Like, let's be honest. This is how it would go because all men are pu**ies.

James walked in his apartment drained. He felt his limbs go numb as soon as he stepped on his threshold. He could barely put the key in but when he did, he opened the door with force, kicked off his shoes and threw himself onto his bed.

The image of Lily's tears haunted him. It wasn't as horrible as he imagined. It was worse, far worse but he couldn't keep deceiving her. He couldn't pretend to love her when he loved you. It was that easy. You can only love one person at the time. Loving both makes him selfish.

There was no doubt on he was to choose. There even wasn't a choice for him. He knew exactly who he wanted and that person was you.

He deserved the slap. Definitely deserved it but Merlin did she had to hit so hard? His cheek was still burning from her hand and it wasn't any less redder than it was before.

He didn't want to see you today either. Tomorrow and for the rest of his life, yes. But today? Today he just wanted to sleep through and get it over with. Despite everything, he still cared about Lily and the time they were together was not just wasted time for him. He cared... cared enough to feel pain in his chest as he did so but that didn't mean he loved you any less. He just needed to grieve a bit for he had lost an amazing woman but love is love, and you can't really choose for who you fall in love with and with you he was head over heels.

"PEEK A BOO!" came a loud voice from the living room. "Prongs?"

"Ugh, noooo..." James grumbled into the pillow. Apparently this day is far from being over.

"Oh, there you are." Sirius smiled as he popped his head into the bedroom. "Alright there, mate?" he jumped on the bed and started bouncing off.

"No." he mumbled into the pillow.

"Hell, who hurt you today? Was it Moody? Was he a bit harsh on you today? Oh wait, we're not Aurors yet." Sirius laughed sarcastically and slapped his forehead. "Must have been-"

"I broke up." he mumbled into the pillow but Sirius couldn't quite hear him.

"You're worker?"

"No, Pads." James turned around to face him. "I broke up..." he paused, watching Sirius' eyes furrow. "... with Lily."

Sirius kept watching him in silence, replaying thoughts and words in his head. "I thought you wanted to marry her?" he stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. He knew the reason why, stuck far back in his head but he wanted James to say it. "Weren't we ring shopping four days ago?"

"I know. I know." James sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes. "I just... I talked to Remus-"

"oF cOUrsE!" Sirius threw his arms in the air. "And he gave you some Yobe Kenobi wisdom about love and commitment when a man cannot even commit to the fact that he turns into a wolf every full moon."

"Pads, that's not fair." James scolded him. Every one of them knew how much Remus suffered. It wasn't fair of Sirius being ignorant about his friend and Sirius realised that.

"I know..." he looked down in regret. "But can't you- why? You know what don't tell me why. I know why? It's because of (y/n) isn't it?" he glared at James.

"Yes but-"

"I bloody knew it! She's not for you James!"

"How in the bloody hell would you know that?! Huh?! Why aren't you just happy for us?! Why are you pissed?!"

"Because if I can't have her, you shouldn't either! Nobody should!"

And if words could have physical strength, they would push James back a few steps.

"You git!" James stormed to Sirius and pushed him against his chest.

Sirius stared at him for a moment and when James started to push him again, he pushed back first.

"You were selfish all this time!"

"So what if I was?! You and her would never work out because she still has feelings for me!"

"Don't act like a child, Sirius! She's not a 12 year old girl and you're not all mighty God! She's a grown, sensible woman, who doesn't wait for you just to crawl back at your feet. If she would, she would have done it a long time ago but she didn't, did she?!" he shouted. "She moved on and she got her life together or did she sent you a letter or called you that I do not know about?" he continued but Sirius just stared at him, defeated. "She doesn't love you. She doesn't love you because you had rejected her YEARS ago but she does love me. She always loved me because if she didn't, she wouldn't have given me a second chance! So you have no right to be jealous, mate, when you're the one that pushed her away! Not only from yourself but from us too! And there was no reason for that except today that you were just too selfish about it!" he pushed Sirius through the door. "Now, bloody leave! I don't want to see your face for a couple of days because I am furious at you!" James stared at Sirius and Sirius pouted like a little child.

He stomped away and disapparated into thin air.

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You had laughed when James was telling you this story. He was laying in your lap and angrily complaining over Sirius as a little child as well. He threw his hands in the air and started to get heated as he explained the argument.

"After all I've done for that git!" he turned to the side and furrowed his eyebrows. "That little asshole." he continued to pout as you had continued to laugh.

"Come on, Jamie." you gently caressed his cheek. "We were all just kids when everything happened. We didn't know better, especially Sirius. You were just as stubborn and arrogant as he was."

"I know but still!" he sat up and looked at you, not angry but sad. "If I didn't know better now, I wouldn't have been with you."

You cupped his cheeks and awed at him. "But you are and Sirius is just being dramatic. You know he wouldn't hurt a fly, let alone hurt his best friend."

"I bet you five galleons he will knock on that door tomorrow, if not today with Fizzing Whizzbees and ton of Chocolate Frogs just to apologise."

"He had never apologised in my entire time of knowing him."

"Oh, he doesn't really say it but you know what he's meaning to say."

And just as James was about to answer, there was a knock on the door.

You smiled coyly at James. "Get your wallet, Potter."

James rolled his eyes and smiled at you. He walked to the door and opened them to see a tall man with regretful puppy eyes and candy in his hands. "You just made me lose five galleons, mate." he said and gestured to let him come inside.

"What do you mean?" Sirius smiled as he walked after James, later seeing you sitting on the sofa.

He stopped in his tracks and stared at you. No second movement or proof that he was breathing appeared. He just stood and stared like a linden tree.

"Hello, Sirius." you waved at him.

"Hi." he said than quickly regained his saneness. "Oh, so you're the thief behind the five galleons."

"Guilty." you laughed. "You had always done this whenever you and James had got in the argument. James was ranting to Remus, Peter and I, meanwhile you were out there sneaking to Honeydukes for sorry candy."

"Which always worked in the end." Sirius winked and sat down on the arm chair in front of you. He rubbed his hands together and looked away from you, before facing the uncomfortable topic. "So... he told you..."

"Quite passionately, might I say. I felt as if I was there when he was telling me the story." you teased as James filled himself with Chocolate Frogs and laughed.

"I'm really sorry, (y/n)." he said, causing James' eyes to widen. He had never heard Sirius apologise before but now that he did, it must have been sincere. "I really didn't know what I was doing... or saying... you were just so fun to be around and I guess I didn't want to share you with anybody."

"I get it..." you said, letting your hand fall behind James' neck and looking at him with awe. "We were all just stupid kids and I always wanted us to stay friends." you smiled back at him.

Sirius smiled back. "So you're not mad?"

"I was never mad, Siri. I was just disappointed but everything turned out for the best in the end." you looked back at James, who didn't take his eyes off you since the moment your hand touched his skin.

"Yeah." Sirius said, then stood up and patted his jeans. "Best I leave you two love birds alone then." he said and both of you looked up at him. "I really am happy for the two of you." he said before disapperating away.

Though he said it to the two of you with a smile on his face he never meant it. Why not? Because seeing you with James was the most painful thing he had to witness.

Seeing you there, so grown up, so different from when he last saw you was torturing. He just wanted to pour out of himself the why's and the because's. Oh, how he wanted to hug you and tell you everything but he couldn't. He couldn't have done it because of James.

He had messed up so much for you, for James and for himself that all he had to do was restrain himself of his own emotions. He can never tell you now.

He had his chances and now he doesn't. He would think it was not fair when everything made sense. It was fair. He did have chances, opportunities to tell you the truth but was too late for him now.

James was right. You didn't wait for him. You moved on and everything he made you feel was now gone but everything you made him feel was still inside of him.

You were happy. James was happy and him? Sirius? He was miserable because he had let you slip through his fingers forever.

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Heart of the Wild (Final)

Notes: Final Chapter! I??? Just wanted to post smut, originally, and so here it is. It’s been a doozy of writing this, but I hope you all enjoy :3

Warnings: Ruts, consensual smut, but like, kinky consensual smut, and possessive behavior

He couldn’t help himself, really. It was inevitable. Life was basically throwing a cute little rabbit at him, but he could wait until she reciprocated his feelings. For now, he was content in the never ending loop of waking up next to a pillow wall, seeing the smaller hybrid’s arms wrapped around one of them, her face muffled into the downy fluff of white. He was content with washing dishes in the cool stream, talking nonsense as he flicked some droplets at her. Happy of small things, such as she laid peacefully next to him, unafraid and just relaxed as wishful thinking and stories passed her lips.

Yeah, it was really inevitable, for he swore that his heart quickened at her witty remarks, the soft, worried gazes that she gave him, and of course, the sheer feeling of stability and trust was beginning to eat at his heart.

He wasn’t dumb, he could tell the way her heartbeat quickened, tail wiggling excitedly, and the bloom of warmth spread across her face as she stared at him, giving quick little peeks when she thought that he wasn’t looking. He couldn’t help but inquire her some days, stretching lazily as his back muscles were taunt, pants slipping more loosely around his hips as his tail swished with mirth and at the pleasantness of eyes searing into him. Once a while, he’d give a subtle wink, lips curling in a smug grin as she stammered and flushed brilliantly.

He was hopeless.

…………..

He had to leave for a couple of days, carrying some blankets, wool, and other goods that Izuku had lent him. It was three months in, and already, you’ve gotten acquainted with Eijirou, Izuku, the shy Tamaki, and Mirio, the ever smiling husky mix who was adamant in following Tamaki around, claiming that they’ve known each other since they were small.

The boys and you had decided to build a chicken coop, while Taishiro decided to trek the long journey to the village, opting to trade some supplies for some hens and roosters. He promised Izuku and Eijirou that he’d pay off the supplies they’d given him, with chicks and eggs, in the future, as he left the coop building plan to Mirio, the husky being had been around villagers and carpentry, more.

The coop wasn’t long to build, especially when tools from the village were used. You liked the boy’s company, despite the short amount of time was between the five of you. Izuku and Eijirou were sweetly chattering among themselves, giggling cutely as one surprised the other with a peck on the lips, and of course, Mirio’s tail excitedly wagging as Tamaki listened in on his ramblings, his ears flickering with interest as a small, genuine smile graced his lips.

You ignored your own thoughts, as you hammered a pole into the soft, earthy soil, opting to chatter along when the opportunity rose. It took a day for the pen and coop to be built, and you knew that he would arrive home sometime tomorrow. Home. Right now, it was dusk, you were laying in the shared bed, feeling a sense of loneliness without the usual comforting aurora or scent of Tai. It was scarily amazing on how fast that you’ve missed him, already, and him being gone, made you feel a tug of needing him to be there.

As you were about to drift off to sleep, a soft clucking jolted you awake from the other side of the door. Realizing that it was Tai coming home early with the fowls, relief pooled within your stomach as you imagined his scent, yet, oddly enough, the one wafting towards you, was slightly different. It was his scent, yes, but-

The door flew open, cutting you off from your thoughts as a brown package was thrown your way. Opening your mouth to speak, you stilled. His ears were pinned back, pupils widened, fluffed tail swishing wildly, as the obvious smell of pure ‘rut’ filtered through the room. Staring at you with hunger, he let out a frustrated growl, as he slammed the door, running off to who knows where.

His pheromones preened yours, and you knew that you couldn’t let him suffer like this, nor ignore your feelings, anymore. Ruts could be more feral than a heat, since they happen once a year, heats being two. It didn’t help matters that he was probably pent up from smelling yours, and detaining himself several strong instinctive urges.

You ran after him, blinded into the night, following the more sharp scent of the earthy tone that was overlaying the pure desperation of the sweeter one. He was hurting, you knew, and his body might be biting back at him with full vengeance from the neglect of finding a bond mate. The moonlight, had shone brighter than the sun, letting more light filter through the snowy, yet grassy woodland as you followed his scent, carefully avoiding fallen branches and twigs as you made your way towards him.

“Please s-stay back, Sugar.” You stopped meters away from him, him leaning against a tree, roughly palming the large bulge within his pants as he left soft short growling huffs. Your inner omega couldn’t help but whine, begging you to submit, and for once, you wanted to be on the same page. He was more coherent, for his rut had freshly hit him, yet, he was on a thin line, waiting for one of you two to breach it or run.

“Do you love me?” You couldn’t help but ask, and he stilled, eyes darting to focus on yours. Despite the wild crawl within, amber pools had softened, as he let out something akin to a mewl, gripping the tree harshly.

“F-fuck, yeah. I do love you, seems forever, now, and I don’t wanna- hurt ya.” He broke out the sentence in pauses. You let your own soothing pheromones wash over his, calming the wild look in his eyes from a distance as you bit your bottom lip. His breathing slowed, staring at you with a curious manner, as if silently asking you why you weren’t walking slowly away.

“I love you, too. After first meeting you, it seems as if I always had.” You admitted, feeling the weight fall off of your chest, as heat enveloped your cheeks and chest. As if a switch, the sweet scent of his seemed to overlap the earthy tone as he shyly covered his face with the back of his hand.

“Ya…ya have a penchant for timing, don’tcha?” He murmured. “Couldn’t jus’ told me earlier, when I’m more calm.” He huffed as he stared, watching you intently through blonde lashes.

“You’re in pain.” Was all you simply said, and he groaned, knowing that you were right.

“Ya want this?” There was no sense in beating around the bush, you knew. He breathed in your scent with greed, panting as his pupils were now slanted within the moonlight, giving him a more feral, hungry glow.

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate.

“Run.” He then whispered, and you didn’t have to say anything, knowing the ancient customs of a chase. It didn’t take long for you to bolt, him heavy at your heels. This is a chase that the two of you had wanted, the one that you’ve always dreamed of when dealing with all of your previous heats alone. You knew that he was stalling time on purpose, taking time to mark the trees with the scent glands within his wrists, warning everything and everybody that he was in a serious rut, and not to be trifled with during this time.

You knew where you wanted to go. Leaping over bushes, running your own glands against anything and everything, and dodging and weaving between trees, you’ve made your way past the slow-moving moonlit stream, across the beaten path, and straight towards the door of his hut, shoving it open as you all but fell onto the bed. Not a second too late, the door had slammed shut, and he was on top of you, pinning your chest flush against the downy pillows and soft furs.

His chest was laying heavy and warm against your still clothed back, him breathing hotly into your twitching ear as you felt his length through his pants, lay fat up against your bare thighs that the tunic wasn’t long enough to cover.

“Ya’re really wantin’ this?” His voice drew into a rumbled growl, and you nodded. His rut was singing for to you to submit, as you felt yourself secrete more slick onto your tunic, feeling the ache of emptiness clench desperately at nothing. You’ve never felt this way outside of your own heats, before, and you were almost ashamed to acknowledge that you were desperate. Accepting your consent, he all but ripped off your tunic, you squeaking in surprise as the cool air hit your sensitive breasts, the furs rubbing against your most sensitive areas.

“Nice view there, Darlin’.” He rumbled, admiring your flushed back, ears downward, and chest flat against the bed that the two of you had shared. Wasting no time, he buried his face into the back of the crook of your neck, inhaling the area where your scent was the strongest. You let out a surprise squeak as he wrapped his arms around you, thumbing your areolas and buds, as he lightly nibbled at your scent gland, rumbling out a mantra of pleased purrs and growls.

“Been wantin’ this fer a while. Look at ya, bet ya’re soaked down there.” He let out a teasing breath at your ear, nibbling the appendage, giving it a light suck, and chuckled at your mewled squeak. Your breath had caught in your throat, feeling chilled as he broke away for a small second, his trousers being thrown into the pile of dirty blankets, and he resumed his position. Inches above your form, he didn’t crush you whilst he gave you bouts of affection, smoothing down your ears, chuckling as he cupped your wiggling tail, drinking in your pleased sounds as he left butterfly kisses along your back, opting to bite and suck certain parts of your skin.

“T-Tai-! Please!” You couldn’t help but hiccup at the sudden burst of attention and affection, feeling your limbs and heart seem to melt. He chuckled, rubbing your sensitive tail and brushing a stray hair away from your face. Leaning in to your face, he kissed your cheek gingerly, the guttural rumbling of his purring enveloped your entire being as he sighed with content.

“What is it that ya want, Sugar?” He kissed your cheek.

“Sweet-pea?” A peck on the side of your forehead.

“Darlin’?” A soft hum against the column of the back of your throat. You knew that you weren’t in heat, but the newly found attention, made your heart flutter wildly and skin feeling hot, as he clasped your fingers between his.

“I want to see you.” You admitted, and he purred, excitedly.

“Alright, Honey. Be warned, my…uh, thing, might be a lil’ different than other breeds.” He sat up, letting you sit up with him. Shyly biting your bottom lip, you realized that his fingers were still intertwined with yours.

“I wouldn’t know. I-” You blurted out honestly, blushing furiously at your forwardness, but he only hummed, bringing a hand to lift your chin up to meet his endearing gaze.

“Ya’re the dumbass who wanted to be chased by an almost feral adult in his rut.” He chuckled at your pout, but then leaned in.

“I love ya, anyways.” He broke the distance, surprising you with a wet, slow kiss as he guided you to lay down on your back. You hummed, squeezing your eyes shut as he spread your thighs apart, trusting him as he deepened the physical contact. You let out another squeak of surprise as he wrangled with your tongue, sucking slightly on it, eating up your noises as he let out victorious purrs that rumbled into your throat. Smoothing a rough hand down your leg, he palmed your stomach, thumbing your belly button, as if teasing you on what was yet to come, as your own curious fingers explored him. Rough muscles, soft fat, downy hair, and twitching, fuzzy ears met your exploring hands as you mentally savored each touch.

Breaking away from the kiss, the two of you were flushed, sweaty, and panting for air as you opened your eyes, staring at one another while drinking the other in.

“I love you, too.” You said honestly, not breaking eye contact. He purred, kissing you again, then he winced.

“Ugh, rut’s gettin’ a lil’ too hard to handle, right now, Chickadee. Ya sure? My…baser instinct might not treat ya as sweetly as I want too.”

“It’s alright, I trust you.” You admitted truthfully. He sighed, brushing your hair out of your face, cupping your jaw gently.

“I’m gonna fuck ya roughly, breed ya, and say things that I might not even be wary of. To be honest, ya might even become pregnant after the whole spiel. There’s no way in hell that I’m gonna pressure ya if ya don’t want this. Tell me no, and I’ll leave, but’ll be back when the rut’s over.” He admitted, cheeks flushed and eyes hungry at the whole prospect, yet, he awaited your decision. If you were being honest, the prospect didn’t sound bad at all.

Cupping his hand, you kissed lightly on the inside of his wrist, causing a surprise purr.

“Are you going to claim me?”

“Yes.” He didn’t hesitate, and you nodded.

“Then it’s alright.”

“Positive?”

“Absolutely.” You confirmed, and then he pounced.

You let out a surprised mewl mixed in with a squeak as he sucked harshly at the scent gland in your neck, a definite promise for what was about to happen, before he nipped at your bottom lip, licking a stripe against it, before kissing you deeply, again. Hot, it was a little more hot than the earlier one. Yes, your mouth had burned slightly from the rush heat, but right now, melting would be an understatement.

He broke away, pulling you up to take a good look at him. It was lengthy, thick, and heavily dripping clear fluid in which you were curious about, as well as covered in odd hooks. You gave him a heated, yet questioning look, and he gripped your hand.

“They’re soft, they won’t hurt. Feel’em.” He gestured towards the fleshy barbs, and you did as he asked.

He let out a groan, head thrown back as your inquisitive fingers rubbed at the small barbs of soft flesh, to the angry, red crown of his dick. Your eyes widened with surprise at the vulnerability of his state, him licking his bottom lip, hissing as he bucked within your touch. One of his hands gripped your hand which was holding him.

“Up and down, Sugar. Don’t forget to rub the hea-oooh, that’s right, feel free to grab a lil’ roughly.” He groaned in a rough, yet desperate tone of voice as he guided you. It felt hot and heavy within your hand, yet soft to the touch, the little barbs not hurting as he had promised, the clear liquid of his opening, smeared onto your hand as you absentmindedly licked your lip. He let out a needy little growl, placing both hands on the sheets, clenching them rather roughly.

“Ya don’t hafta do anythin’ that ya don’t wanna do, but I’m tellin’ ya, my patience with this rut is wearin’ thin, Darlin’. I wouldn’t do it, if I were ya.” He tried to say calmly, yet his voice shook slightly at the prospect. His amber irises stared at you, pupils blown wide and almost nearing feral, and you understood that he wasn’t in the best situation of control, right now.

Hesitantly, you let go of your grip, and he sighed, yet his focus was pinned onto your curious look as you looked your wet fingers. He let out a groan mixed into a whimper when you popped one into your mouth, tasting what was oozing out of him, and he snapped.

You gave out a startled yelp, as he swiftly apprehended you, positioning you in the classic presentation of an omega; your face was buried into the pillows, as you sat on your knees, back curved for easy access in mounting. You whimpered, the chill air hitting your bare thighs and center as he chuckled, widened your legs and propping your mid-drift up.

“Ya’re wet.” He let out a darker purr, thumbing your folds apart as you bit the pillow. You awaited anxiously, curious on what was about to happen next. It didn’t take him long to deliver, you squeaking in utter surprise as a hot, wet tongue began licking at your center and clit.

“T-Taishiro!” You let out a squeak, gripping the pillows more harshly as he hummed, eagerly licking up your sopping fluids in a hurried frenzy. You had to bite the back of your hand in surprise, as his tongue prodded at the tight muscle of your clenching opening, his palm sliding up your thigh, as his other hand gripped your wiggling tail. You couldn’t help but let out a mantra of whimpers and squeaks, him chuckling now and then, breaking away to kiss the back of your thigh.

“’M gonna open ya up, Sweetheart. Get ya ready.” He purred into your center, and you nodded. He had an extreme amount of patience, you couldn’t help but think through fogged thoughts. Three fingers had breached into your opening, and you couldn’t help but feel relief of something finally entering you.

“Takin’ em so eagerly, huh? So slutty.” He chuckled darkly at your clench of surprise of his sudden change of behavior.

“I’m not a-Mm!” You couldn’t finish the sentence as he crooked them, pumping them slowly within you as he stretched you.

“I know, but remember what I said, earlier?” He taunted, and you nodded. Pleased with your nod, he slipped his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck on them. You watched as you looked behind you, him moaning with the flavor of you as his irises looked dark and intimidating.

“Now, you’re mine.” His eyes flashed, as he pressed a palm against your back, your face was back into the pillows as he wasted no time. Your tail wiggled eagerly as the head prodded your loose and wet entrance, catching the rim of your muscle and you whined. Taking your own initiative, you thumbed your clit, rubbing the juices against it, made you feel more relaxed as he struggled to sheath himself inside.

“S-so fuckin’ tight! Guess I gotta stuff ya, by the looks of it.” He growled dangerously, and you let out a desperate whine, feeling him stretch you. Although the stretch was a little painful, it was more of a delicious friction, especially with the soft barbs stirring your walls, and the curved fat crown of his head spearing you.

Finally, he stilled, huffing as you keened.

“Are ya alright, Darlin’?” He asked softly, palming your back smoothly as he maneuvered himself to cover your back with his chest, once again, keeping himself from crushing you as he leaned down to kiss the corner of your mouth.

“I’m alright, Tai. Feels good.” You added, and he hummed, bucking his hips a little, enjoying your whimpered moan.

“Good, ‘m glad. Ya know what these barbs are for?” He then asked, purring against your cheek, ears flickering as you shook your head.

“To keep seed within the womb. Would ya like that?” He let out a darker purr, his hips moving on their own accord, and you cried, biting the back of your hand as the curved head prodded at something deeper within you.

“Y-yes!” You answered as he bit the column of the back of the side of your neck, and your brain had stopped working, as apparently his did, too, for his hips snapped desperately, finally chasing his rut.

Your mind went blank as you couldn’t help but pant out whimpers, groans, and whines to his demanding growls, feeling him work himself into you as he bit your neck, gripping your side and breast harshly as the sound of his hips slapping against yours, and the squelching sounds, echoed with the crackling of the fire, making you clench desperately as you laid there and took it.

He loosened his jaw, breaking away his grip as he panted harshly into your ear. Bringing his hand underneath you, he cupped your stomach as he continued his near brutal pace.

“’M gonna fuck you full of cubs and kits, keep ya fat, carryin’ my offspring year round, if I could.” He let out a dangerous growl, and you clenched considerably at the idea.

Tears pooled at the corners of your eyes at the prospect, the harsh yet delicious ache in the climb to your edge, had you begging his name in a mantra, and he purred yours in return.

“’M boughta cum, Sweetheart.” Affection oozed into his hoarse voice as he grunted out, giving sharper thrusts, silently demanding for you to cum first.

It didn’t take long for you to comply, mind going blank, as the tight bowstring within you snapped into sharp pieces of relief. Your channel clenched viciously around him as you throbbed around him, causing him to curse and stutter as he fought against the tightened walls of your grip. Within your haze, you felt the sharp needles of his teeth clamp into your neck, feeling him clutch your sides harshly as he stilled, shooting his seed deep within you as he let out a victorious growl into your claiming bite.

Time seemed to still, as the exhaustion and euphoria washed over you, and him still slowly pumping his hips, releasing the excess cum into you as he smoothed over your bite with licks and kisses.

“Ya took me so well, Sweetheart. Darlin’. Love of my life.” He drew himself out gingerly, leaving you oddly empty, but you didn’t contemplate on it for long, for he turned you to face him, opting to douse you in affection with kisses and soft purrs.

“You treated me so well.” You hummed, kissing him in turn, letting your own affections breach him as you smoothed away sweaty locks, cupping his cheek. He leaned in your touch with contentment.

“Next round, we’ll take it slower. I wanna bite of my own, too.”

….………….. (just bonus stuff)

It didn’t take you long to find out. When the news hit, he was ecstatic, eagerly chirping the news to the boys, immediately wasting no time in dragging the excited Eijirou, Izuku, Mirio, and a shy Tamaki to help build an extra room for a nursery.

Whenever he could, he found time to nestle his face into your growing stomach, dousing you with his affections, and prowl the forest; his natural instinct of fatherhood had came to play, as he warded off any potential intruders with heavy, threatening smells within his scent glands.

Izuku, being over the moon with excitement, visited you regularly with homemade gifts and excited talk about him being an uncle. Being a rabbit, it took only five moons for your unborn children to mature and be ready for birth. During that time, you’ve bonded more with Tai, nesting and decorating the nursery with him.

When that time had come, Izuku helped you deliver in the dark safety of your shared bed, your proud mate pacing eagerly outside, awaiting to hear the small squeaks and yips of the both of your brood.

It didn’t take you long to hold one cub and one kit gingerly in your arms as your proud, teary-eyed mate held the other kit as he laid next to your weary form. Kissing your forehead, he praised you for your hard work, and how much he loved you.

…………….

Alright, I’m done. The rest is up to your imaginations, haha. I’ve been working on the fic for three days in a row, just about, and I’m quite happy with it :3

#Taishiro Toyomitsu #Fatgum #Fatgum x reader #Smut #ABO #Kinda #It's pretty heavy #And sappy #Like imo I think I wrote it super sweet #I know tigers can't purr but let me have this

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justbecausewhynot · 3 years

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Between Stars Part 3 {Arvin Russell x reader}

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

When you stepped into the church, everyone was crowded in the back watching Teagardin serve himself from the plates. You made your way to where your father and Mrs. Russell were standing.

“But friends… the poor soul… that brung in them chicken livers on that beat-up plate… let’s just say I’m inspired to preach on it for a minute before we eat. Sure… some of us are better off than others. And I see… plenty of white meat and red meat laid out on this table. And I suspect that the folks that carried them platters in eat mighty good sometimes.” Teagardin continued. “But poor people…got to bring what they can afford. So them organs…is a sign to me…telling me that I should, as the new preacher of this church, sacrifice myself. so that y’all can have a share of the good meat tonight. And that’s what I’m going to do, friends. I’m going to eat these organs. ‘Cause I model myself on the good Lord Jesus whenever he gives me the chance. And today…he’s blessed me with another opportunity to follow in his footsteps.” Teagardin picked up Mrs. Russell’s chicken livers and plopped a big scoop onto his plate.

You couldn't believe the nerve this man had, disrespecting Mrs. Russell like that, embarrassing her in front of the whole congregation. Arvin slipped his hand out of yours looking at you with a sorry expression and moved to his grandmother. He was practically fuming and glaring daggers at the preacher. Once Teagardin finished his speech, Arvin, who was holding onto Mrs. Russel’s shoulders, looked back at you and gestured for you to come over.

“Now, don’t you worry about that pus-gutted blowhard. I bet he ain’t got two nickels to rub together.”

“Don’t worry about him Grandma, you have nothing to be ashamed of.” Arvin said, comforting Mrs. Russell.

“That’s right, I bet he just wanted it all for himself, did you see how much he piled into his plate?” You added, receiving a thankful smile from Arvin.

After everyone had eaten their share of the meals, Arvin led the way out of the church, not bothering to say goodbye to the new preacher.

“I have to say Mrs.Russell, your cooking is amazing, don’t you listen to anything that man says.”

“Oh don’t worry about me y/n. It didn’t bother me none.” She said, clearly lying. “Will you and your father be able to join us for dinner tonight?”

“Yes, I’m looking forward to it.” You said, stealing a glance from Arvin. “What should we bring?”

“You only need to bring yourselves, don’t worry about anything.”

“Nonsense! I insist, I can make up a cake in no time.”

“We shouldn’t be too indulgent.” Lenora spoke up. “It’s not right to celebrate for nothing.”

“Well, we are celebrating something.” Arvin said, “We are celebrating y/n coming to town and to our family.”

“What about me?” Your dad said, walking towards you and the Russell’s.

“Don’t think I forgot about our date y/n.” Arvin whispered from beside you while your father and Mrs. Russell talked about the dinner.

“I should hope not.” You responded. “ You would be a pretty bad boyfriend if you did.”

After setting the details with the Russells, you and your dad headed home to get ready. You spent the rest of the afternoon making a chocolate cake, carefully decorating it to perfection. After all, you wanted to leave a good impression on Arvin’s family. Obviously you knew the whole dating thing was a joke, and it would likely not make it to your families… but nonetheless, Arvin was taking you on a date right after you met his family. Shit felt pretty real to you.

Once you were finished covering the cake in cream cheese icing, you went upstairs to freshen up. Quickly re-applying your makeup and swapping out your flour-covered skirt for a sage green dress.

“Y/n, get down here.” your father called, making you look at the time.

Shit.

“I’m coming.” you called down, almost tripping over your own feet. Your father was already waiting in the truck with the cake in the middle seat.

The ride there was to say the least, uncomfortable.

“So… y/n…”

“Yes?”

“We have not been here yet a day, and you’ve already got a boyfriend?”

“Well Dad- It’s-I-Please don’t tell anyone about it. We haven’t really made it official or anything.”

“Don’t worry about me.” He said “I have better things to do than pay attention to teenage drama.”

“We both know that’s not true daddy.”

___

“Welcome! Come in dear.” Mrs. Russell ushered you into the house off of the front porch.

“Thank you for having us Mrs. Russell.” Your dad said, handing the cake to Lenora.

“This looks amazing y/n.” she said, admiring your handiwork.

“Let’s hope it tastes as good as it looks.” You said.

“I’m sure it tastes even better, if that’s possible.” Arvin said, coming up behind his grandmother, making you blush.

When you were all seated at the table, Arvin, who opted to sit next to you was listening to you talk about your old town. His thigh nudged slightly towards yours, until it rested beside it, making you heat up.

“It was bigger than knockemstiff, but much less welcoming and homely…” You continued, feeling your body and face heat up. How could such minimal contact get you so riled up?

The entire dinner, you and your father talked about your past, filling in Mrs. Russell on everything she had missed. After dessert, you and Lenora were doing the dishes, much to Mrs. Russell’s dismay. You worked in peaceful silence, one person filling your thoughts.

“He likes you, you know.” Lenora said, quietly enough for only you to hear. “I bet he’s watching your right now with that same puppy-dog look in his eyes.”

Slowly, you turned your head to face the table that Arvin, your dad and Mrs. Russell were sitting at. Sure enough, he was looking at you, seemingly zoned out in a trance. Those puppy-dog eyes were to die for.

Turning back to the sink, Lenora smirked at you.

“He’s probably just listening very intently to the conversation at the table.” You said, trying to deflect the conversation off yourself.

“Yes of course.” Lenora said sarcastically, “Because house sales’ puts a love-sick smile on every teenage boy’s face.”

“Oh shut it.” You said blushing, splashing Lenora with water.

The laughter coming from one side of the kitchen made your father roll his eyes.

“Those girls and their giggling.” he grumbled.

Arvin was indeed watching you intently as his mind went through different scenarios. You and him as parents. You and him as grandparents. You and him on your wedding day. Something about you was so captivating that he couldn’t keep his eyes off. Finally, after gathering up the courage and picturing what he was going to say, Arvin sneaked up behind you and pulled you outside, saying bye to everyone quickly before jumping into his truck with you seated beside him.

“To the creek?” You asked

“To the creek.”

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walpurga-nacht-academy · 3 years

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Djinn’s Bride! ~A Celebration of Love~

Part 7

[Walpurga Nacht Academy]

[Djinn’s Lamp]

Djinn: EEEEEEEEEH!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Blanche: Hi-Himalia-senpai’s snapped!

Marcia: WOOOOOOO! GO FOR IT SENPAI! TEACH HIM A LESSON!

Djinn: HEY! HEY! HEY! PU-PUT THAT THING DOWN! IT’S AN ANTIQUE!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!

Diana: … That table.

Rosa: I-IT’S MARBLE, ISN’T IT?! IT’S DEFINITELY MARBLE! AND IT’S MASSIVE TOO SO IT’S GOTTA BE HEAVY! AND SHE’S PICKING IT LIKE IT DOESN’T WEIGH A THING! IT’S SCARY! IT’S SERIOUSLY SCARY!

Blanche: Gi-Giants were said to be able to shatter mountains with just a kick… Still for a human, this is something else… But…

Rosa: Eh? Bu-But?!

June: HAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Djinn: STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!

[CRASH]

[SMASH]

Rosa: IT-IT PASSED RIGHT THROUGH HIM!

Diana: … As expected.

Rosa: ‘AS EXPECTED’?! WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!

Blanche: Djinn are creatures made of smoke and held together by magic. The fact that objects can pass right through them should be obvious.

Marcia: Cheating! That’s just straight up cheating! Booooooo!

June: … Tsk.

Djinn: AAAAAAAAH! NOW YOU’VE DONE IT! YOU’VE SERIOUSLY DONE IT! MY PRECIOUS COLLECTION!

Cass: Pre-Precious…

Blanche: … collection?

Rosa: Huh? You mean those gaudy figures you have displayed on that shelf?

Djinn: THEY’RE NOT GAUDY! THEY’RE COLLECTOR’S ITEMS! EACH IS WORTH MORE THAN YOUR MISERABLE LIVES WOULD FETCH ON THE SLAVE MARKET!

Rosa: EEEEEH?!

Djinn: AAAAAAAH! THEY’RE ALL SMASHED! MY FRIENDS!

Marcia: … ‘My friends’... I’m kinda feeling sorry for this guy again…

Rosa: I know what you mean…

June: FUCK ‘HAT!

Rosa: YOU’RE STILL GOING?! EVEN AFTER WHAT JUST HAPPENED?! YOU’RE STILL GOING THROUGH WITH IT?!

June: SHUT IT!!

Blanche: Se-Senpai!! Even if you swing with all you’ve got, it still won’t make a difference! His body-

June: Yeah, yeah! I ‘eard all ‘hat smoke crap y’all were talkin’ ‘bout! If ‘hat the case, ‘hen [OVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER-]

[CRACKLING]

Marcia: HEY, HEY, HEY! ARE YOU REALLY GONNA USE YOUR UNIQUE MAGIC IN SUCH A CRAMPED SPACE?! WE’RE IN CLOSE QUARTERS, YOU KNOW?!

Rosa: AAAAAAH! WE’RE GONNA GET BURNT TO A CRISP!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Vita: Fufu~

June: [-CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARG-]

Djinn: [TIME’S UP!]

[CLICK]

June: !!!

Rosa: EEEEH?! WH-WH-WH-WHA-

Marcia: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Cass: Mi-Mi-Miss Himalia!!

Agatha: Ehehehehehehehe… the… big… chowder… got… trapped…

Vita: My~ What a delightful sight~

[BANG, BANG]

Blanche: It’s an hourglass… Is that one of his abilities? But that means…

Djinn: Alright!!

All: !!!

Djinn: Now I’m seriously pissed!! Those things cost a fortune! Not to mention the marble table! And the fact that ever since you’ve come here you’ve done nothing but insult me! You are all incredibly rude guests!!

Marcia: It’s not like we wanna be guests in the first place!! If you can’t stand us that much, then just evict us!

Rosa: That’s right! That’s right!

Djinn: Didn’t you hear me, girlie?! I said my master is to stay here and become my wife! None of you are leaving until that happens! I’m not playing around anymore!

Rosa: Grrr! Marcia!! Stop dragging your feet and just do it already so we can go home!!

Marcia: Haaaaaa?! Are you stupid?! Are you seriously that stupid?! I’m not doing it! I said it already, didn’t I?! I’m not going through with this plan! Besides, I don’t even understand why I should stay when Himalia-senpai is already in that hourglass over there?!

Eh… actually…

Rosa: Wh-What’s with that weird expression? Like you’re just realizing something…

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this.

Diana: Mm.

Marcia: That’s right!! I don’t have to stay!! Djinn!

Djinn: … Seriously… these were limited editions too… Hm? What now girlie? Are you finally ready to just go along with it?

Marcia: There’s no need for that! Not when you have the perfect bride right there!

Djinn: Hm? What do you mean?

Marcia: Hahaha! Come on! Don’t play coy! Just look at Himalia-senpai! Doesn’t she have a nice face and long eyelashes? Even though she works all day, her hair still looks nicely taken care of! And she’s got that busty figure too! Won’t she make for a perfect wife instead of scrawny, boyish, old me? Hm?

Djinn: … Hm.

Marcia: See, see~ It’s not rocket science! So let’s just forget about this whole marriage business! It never would have worked out between us. You know that! But with Himalia-senpai, I’m sure you’re gonna have tons of excitement! So, how about we give her to you, and you just let us-

Cass: N-NO!

Marcia: E-Eh! Ca-Cassandra! Was that you shouting?

Cass: Mi-Miss Pyroeis! We can’t d-do that! I refuse to leave Miss Himalia behind! It’s i-inhumane!

Rosa: A-Amazing, I think it’s the first time I’ve seen Cassandra so adamant about something…

Diana: The bond between them is strong.

Marcia: I-I get it! But isn’t it inhumane to make me marry that guy also?!

Rosa: You sure use morality when it’s convenient for you…

Marcia: Haaaa?! Don’t think I’ve forgotten that you wanted to sell me out too!! Actually! We should throw you in the bargain too!

Rosa: You monster!! If anyone should be thrown in is you and Dies-senpai!! You’re the cause of all of this!!

Marcia: Ok! Ok! I’ll admit that I might be a little at fault here!

Rosa: Just ‘a little’-

Marcia: But what about Blanche?!

Blanche: Excuse me?

Marcia: You’re the one who brought up the artifact in the first place, weren’t you?!

Rosa: That’s right!! If you haven’t brought up the issue of the lamp then stupid Marcia wouldn’t have shown it to us!!

Marcia: Yeah!! The stupid me wouldn’t have brought it out and then senpai wouldn’t have gotten her grubby hands on it!! So it all comes down to it being your fault!

Blanche: !!! That-!

Rosa: Repent! Repent, you monster!

Marcia: Mistakes should be paid in full!! So that means you’re the one who has to stay behind!!

Blanche: A-Absolutely not! I refuse to be punished for following the rules of-

Marcia: Like I care about that!! You’re gonna take the fall whether you like it or not!!

Rosa: That’s right!! That’s right!!

Agatha: The… hopping… chowder… should… take… the… amoeba… with… her… eheheheheheheheheheh

Rosa: GRRRRR! You’re still going on about that?! Maybe we should throw you in as well!!

Vita: Now, you are simply talking out of turn, little rose~

Agatha: Stupid… amoeba… wants… her… head… bitten… off… I… bet…

Marcia: As far as I’m concerned all of you should be thrown in!

Rosa: Right back at you!

Agatha: Annoying… lot…

Vita: So much excitement~

Blanche: Keep calm all of you!!

Rosa/Marcia: SHUT IT!!

Cass: Th-Th-Th-Th-This is-!!

Diana: They’ve turned on each other.

Cass: Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-What should we do? If we don’t act now, then-

Djinn: … You guys.

Cass: Eeeek!

Diana: …

Djinn: Is it possible?

Cass: U-U-Um?

Djinn: Are you all fighting over who gets to stay in the lamp with me?!

Diana: …

Djinn: Maaaaaan! I’m so honoured! After all the nasty things you’ve said and done, you do really want to stay here, don’t you? Hahahaha, you should be more honest with this type of thing, you know!

Cass: U-U-U-U-Um…

Rosa/Marcia: STOP LIVING IN YOUR DELUSIONS!! YOU IDIOOOOOOOOOOOT!!

Blanche: … This is a disaster…

Vita: Fufu~

Djinn: Hmmmm~ But picking just one is really hard… What should I do? What should I do? Mmmmm~ This is choice is really difficult~

Agatha: He’s… saying… that… but…

Vita: He is certainly enjoying himself~ My, though I must admit all this excitement does conjure up fond memories of my own marriage arrangements~ Fufu~

Rosa: Eh? Your own- Does that mean?!

Djinn: Marriage arrangements… Hm… an omiai, huh? Then… hm…

Marcia: He-Hey, he’s muttering to himself with that serious expression… Sh-Should we be worried?

Djinn: An omiai meeting… WHAT A WONDERFUL IDEA!!

Blanche: … I have a bad feeling about this…

Diana: Mm.

[RUMBLE]

Rosa: THE FLOOR IS MO-MOVING!

Marcia: EEEEEH!! IT’S SPLITTING APART!

[RUMBLE]

Cass: EEEEEEH!!

Diana: …

[RUMBLE]

Marcia: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH- Eh? It stopped? Why did- GEH! WHAT’S WITH THIS SET UP?!

Blanche: … It’s a panel show studio.

Djinn: THAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT’S RIGHT BUNNY GIRL! Since it’s the fated union between two extraordinary souls, I’m sparring no expenses~ We’re gonna have a quiz that will go down IN HISTORY! I’m bursting with excitement!

Rosa: Quiz?! What quiz?! Hey, hey, what’s going on here?!

Djinn: Hmmm, you’re kinda dumb, fluffy hair. Gonna have to deduct points for that.

Rosa: HA?!

Djinn: But since I’m such a nice guy, I’ll explain it to you! See, what the busty vixen said got me thinking: if I have to be stuck with one of you for the rest of eternity I should pick the one that annoys me the least! It only makes sense to go about it this way, right?!

Blanche: I… I suppose so, but still…

Marcia: WHAT’S WITH THIS PANEL SHOW SET UP, HUH?!

Djinn: Oh, this? I just thought it would be way more interesting like this! Add a little spice, you know?

Rosa/Marcia: GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!

Djinn: SO! LET- US- START- THE- QUIZ- OF- A- LIFE- TIIIIIIIIIIIIME~

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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Heat Haze Daze

song is Kangerou Days by Kagepro and was also my bop back in seventh grade

———————

With a chilling vibrato, Jane concluded her performance of At Last. Instantly, there was a booming swell of cheering and clapping, and a very radiant look of adoration from both Kitty and Joan. The silver queen smiled bashfully, but proudly and bowed. A second later, Anne crashed into her, spinning her around in a tight hug.

“Oh! My! God!!!” Anne exclaimed, clasping Jane’s hands in hers mere minutes after releasing her from the bear hug. “That was so amazing!! You did so good, Janey!!!”

“Oh please,” Jane waved a hand dismissively. “It wasn’t that good.”

“Don’t be modest,” Aragon said. “You have a wonderful voice, dear.” Her retort was backed up by several agreeing comments in the whirlwind of a comment section on the Live.

Jane blushed. “Thank you, Catalina. Thank you everyone, really!”

After a few more compliments and Jane struggling to not be humble, the Sunday Session was wrapped up.

Or so they all thought.

“W-wait-” A nervous, shaking voice squeaked. “I’m sorry. Can I sing something?”

They all looked over to their fidgety pianist, who can’t seem to stop tugging anxiously on the straps of her overalls. Suddenly, she looked a lot younger and her choice of outfit seemed a lot dumber, but fitting for her current shy demeanor. Only Joan would wear such a thing with a sunflower yellow shirt underneath, despite it being 2020.

“You?” Kitty said. She glanced Joan up and down, as if she were trying to find an ounce of vocal talent in her. “Why?”

“Because I want to.” Joan said, gathering herself up to her full size and this time not stammering, although she didn’t seem any more mature in those stupid overalls. “Please? I have this song I wanted to sing and I’ve really been practicing and...” She trailed off, opting to look up at the queen with hopeful eyes.

Despite most of them not being all that close with Joan, they had to admit that those puppy dog eyes were extremely effective, so they gave in and agreed. Instantly, Joan perked up. It seemed she wasn’t expecting them to say yes.

“Oh joy!” Joan exclaimed in glee. She skittered back over to her keyboard, tripping momentarily on one of the crisscrossing wires on the floor in her excitement. She nearly toppled over when she sat down in her stool, but regained her balance and flashed a grin at the queens and the phone pointed at her. “Ready?”

There’s a scattering of agreements, both in person and in the chat, although she couldn’t see those. She beamed again, then promptly straightened herself up and turned to her keyboard.

In an instant, her glowing smile and shimmering eyes were wiped, leaving her face blank and focused. But even then, it was clear her nerves were beginning to take over, knowing that tons of people, including the ones she desperately wanted to impress and the ones that didn’t like her at all, were there, watching her.

Joan’s stomach flipped at the thought of singing in front of so many fans and the queens. She’d sung before, but nothing like this. Not where other people really noticed or heard her. Stage fright began to get the better of her as she awkwardly fidgeted for a moment, then got her fingers into the right place and began to play an upbeat, fast-paced tune. A moment later, her voice resonated through the air.

“August 15th at 12:30 noon I don't see a cloud above

The sun is shining down, what a pretty day

So sick of this summer heat I can't beat away the haze

The rays are giving way

And spending all of my time having conversations sitting next to you”

The words, slightly rough from a lack of a vocal career, slide gently from her lips. They shake and shudder as they come out, but hold strong and don’t fracture on the tip of her tongue like a few of the queens and many of the viewers were expecting.

Joan was actually singing.

And she was singing good.

“"Hey but I...don't really like the summertime"

And as you were petting on that cat you said such a daring thing

Right from under your breath”

It was amazing. Sure, it was no Heart of Stone or All You Wanna Do, and maybe her voice wavered and strained on simple notes a few times, but Joan was actually doing really well. A lot better than anyone was expecting. In fact, Kitty had been betting that she would have failed the moment she opened her mouth.

“Ah, and as that cat had ran away

You tried to chase it in the end

Jumping right out in front of a

Traffic light that poured a shade of red bright red”

And then, things took a jarring twist.

“Crashing in and breaking you to bits

That truck a heard a scream a little bit too late

Blood dripping everywhere and choking your smell of hair

I breathe in a gulp of air and just can't take it

Are these lies? The heat is mocking me

"What you see is exactly what you're gonna get!"

And with the blue of sky I hear singing crickets cry and

Fall right back into another dark sleep”

It happened out of nowhere- the peaceful, serene song Joan had been singing suddenly wrenched around and turned into something much more sinister with enough force to give everyone watching whiplash. The warm summer day she sang of was gone, replaced by the gruesome image of a grueling car accident. And her tone helped portray that perfectly.

Joan’s voice was dripping with gore. It oozed from her lips like pus from an abscess and stained any ears that heard the lullaby of carnage she was harmonizing. Her eyes were lit up, too, wide and shining silver. She rocked back and forth as she sang, sometimes leaning forward against her keyboard on the more intense notes, only to lean back and relax on the lighter ones, although every word in that chorus seemed to be gratuitously gruesome.

And then, her words die off and the tune of her keyboard morphed back into a gentle, peaceful hum.

“Sitting up in my bed I could hear ticking clocks the shock

Will mock my ever ringing head

I look to see the time

August 14th at 12 something noon I don't see a cloud above

The sun is shining down

And yet I hear a cry of a cricket singing loudly in my head”

The queens were shocked into silence, and not just out of respect during a performance. They were genuinely stunned by the darkness of Joan’s song. And, yes, they knew that she had her own pent up emotions, but never in a million years did they expect their shy, soft-spoken, stuttering music director to ever sing such a thing.

It was startling. Actually startling.

“"Hey but I...I really have to wonder why

Because in the dream I had last night we sat in the

Same old park we are sitting at now

"Hey, I think the two of us should leave."

But stepping slightly off the path, their heads turned up towards sky

And were gaping pointing struggling to keep away a scream”

Something flashed in Joan’s eyes. The queens braced themselves.

“Stabbing holes and splitting you in two

The beam made seam as it fell straight from the sky

Ringing an old wind chime and shaking a passerby then filling the air

Until they hit those park trees

Are these lies? The heat is mocking me

"Bet you wish you were asleep, but it's not a dream!"

Vision it blurred away and keeping my thoughts at bay I swear you stood there while keeping such a dark smile”

A tidal wave of carnage spilled free from Joan’s lips and crashed over the queens. Another vivid death is laid out for them, this one somehow much worse than the first.

The reactions to such a thing were mixed.

Aragon had her chin raised in an impressed manner. She was stunned to see Joan sing such a thing, but proud nonetheless.

Anne looked a little dizzy, as she wasn’t the best with blood, even blood in a song. She shut her eyes, trying not to think about what was happening to the poor girl being sung about, but ultimately failing.

Jane was startled. The look in Joan’s eyes gave her chills, making her feel entirely exposed even though she’s just another face in the crowd at that moment, another spectator in the small Sunday Session audience.

Cleves hadn’t expected Joan of all people to sing a song like this. She didn’t think she had it in her, so the girl had her captivated.

Kitty was backed up against Jane, her face twisted with disgust and fear. She kept looking up at her mother, hoping her pleading eyes would make her yell at Joan to stop and shut up, but she was dismayed to see Jane far too engulfed in the song to notice her distress.

Cathy was intrigued. She never really took Joan for the type to sing, and yet, here she was. And her transitions from slow to fast, from relaxed to intense, from soft to loud, where smooth and amazing. Especially the one right after the first chorus- an elongated, downward spiral of madness.

“Endlessly I see that over heated haze

And again the laughing will repeat on through the days

You've been dying for the past ten years

We are trapped in cycles and the end is never clear”

Joan’s voice has softened, as was her playing. The notes echoed around the auditorium, soft and mournful. It sounded like the ghosts of ancient monarchs whispering from beneath the floorboards.

“But a story is a story all the same

And today like any has an ending so to say

Far away and out beyond that scorching summer day”

For a moment, all is silent. The queens get just a second to breathe and recover from the madness they had just heard, and then Joan is slamming her hands down on the keys and sliding them down the keyboard, causing an awful, but fitting shriek to pierce through the air.

“Crashing in and hitting me instead you

I pushed you aside to nearly dodge a truck

Blood dripping everywhere and choking my smell of hair

You breathe in a gulp of air and just can't take it

Are these lies? I haven't heard him say

"What you see is exactly what your gonna get"”

Her voice is soft at first, but then it builds up and up and up until it’s an uproar of blood-soaked words and shrill, screaming notes. Her eyes are lit up again, this time even brighter, and her vibrato shuddered in the air. At the last line, she suddenly leapt to her feet, knocking over her stool and continuing to play enthusiastically while keeping pace with her music.

“Maybe this summer day has finally gone away

But that's all I'll say so this is where it ends now”

Before the instrumental took over, she slammed her fingers down on the keys and cried over the wailing sound, singing louder and louder and louder.

“August 14th and sitting alone on a bed a girl awakes repeating just the same

Muttering again

"Guess I failed again.." as she sat all alone

And held a cat still cradled in her arms”

With a few final notes, the song concluded. Joan stumbled back, taking deep, heaving breaths. Sweat is dripping down her reddened face. She didn’t bother to wipe it away, instead whipping around to the queens with an eager expression.

“Well?” She said, beaming at their gobsmacked expressions. “What did you think?”

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SEA DRAGON’S GIFT

Part 40 of 83

De Writer (Glen Ten-Eyck)

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written 2007

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Chapter 13: Outlaw

In the light of the early morning, the day after Kurin was poisoned, a Dark Dragon sailor came up the side of the ship and sprinted towards Sula. He shouted to get her attention, “Captain! Loris and I have just found out that the Grandalor left her berth last night! She was last seen on a course of SSE.”

Galvanized to action she ordered, “Have the Hailing Drum sound ‘Emergency Recall’ and tocsin ‘prepare for battle’. Go!”

She ran toward the bridge. Amid the harsh rattle of the tocsin and the deep, carrying notes of the hailing drum, she turned and said intensely, “Captain Mord! You must notify your Council, so that the Grandalor can be outlawed. We have no such restriction. The Soaring Bird and I will hunt wide apart, in the hope of overtaking them. We will return here in two day’s time whether or not they have been caught.

“I have never left survivors in the water, and never felt more like doing so, but once. If I find them, that ship will no longer plague your fleet.” Her face contorted in private grief. She put her head in her hands, shoulders shaking. “I have prayed never to kill another ship. Dragons grant that we can take them without loss.”

Mord looked at her, startled, feeling more than a little guilt that he had just been picturing the Dark Dragon destroying the Grandalor. He didn’t want Sula to have more pain. He shook his head, puzzled that the thought of sinking the Grandalor should bother Sula.

She straightened up, hardening visibly. Putting the moment of vulnerability behind her. The tocsin was rattling a call that had never been heard in the Naral fleet. In the background the mighty signaling drum of the Dark Dragon was thundering in a strange, hollow voice that almost seemed to arise from that deeps ‘Emergency Recall!’ It was followed moments later by the higher note of the Longin’s signal drum sounding ‘Recall and Assemble!’ The Longin’s crew boiled out of the market and the various ships that they had been visiting. The Soaring Bird was sounding a mellow seeming but powerful trumpet. Her crew too was racing for boats.

The crew of the Dark Dragon was diving into rowing boats and dashing for their ship. The tocsin of the Dark Dragon could be heard, high and sharp, drumming unfamiliar orders, along with such familiar ones as ‘raise sail.’ Tall thin bundles were rising up swiftly, their feet at the deck, their tops high above the ‘A’ frame masts, more similar bundles were rising up on tackle between the masts. At the drum call from the tocsin ‘make all sail’, the tall bundles opened with a slam and rattle of canvas audible on the market rafts as they caught the wind.

The Dark Dragon’s sails looked like an array of giant lobster claws reaching for the sky. She slipped free of her anchorage and began to gather way. The tocsin sounded again, and the claw-sails leaned over in their tackle to nearly sideways, catching the wind better as the ship was brought into trim.

Gathering speed, the Dark Dragon swept around the western end of the anchored Naral fleet. Sailors were pulling open her fore-deck, revealing a huge catapult. Her harpoon catapults were being freed in their mounts and tested for aiming up as well as out and down. Sailors could be seen racking ammunition by the catapults. There were strange shot and other things that could not be made out due to the distance. It was not harpoons. By the time that she came about on to her SSE tack, spray was flying away from her bows.

The Soaring Bird was not idle either. Amid the alien sound of blowing horns, her sails, also big lobster-claws, came up. They rose more sideways from the start. Whatever her means of communication, she too, had slipped her mooring and was moving out. There was only a small purl of spray at her bows as she followed the Dark Dragon around the Naral fleet.

“I thought that the Dark Dragon was the fastest ship I’d ever seen . . . .” said Captain Mord watching in amazement from the front of the Council Pavilion.

Master Juris beside him, standing on a bench to see better, said, “She was — — Until the Soaring Bird got underway. Come, we still have to get something done about the Grandalor.”

Captain Sarfin, upon hearing in a few words what had happened, ordered the Council’s Drummers to spread the word to all ships, ‘Captains’ Council! Emergency!’ Those Captains not on their ships came at once to the Council Pavilion. Hailing Drums on ships farther out, relayed the message to those still further out. Boats were being launched all over the fleet.

While the Council was assembling, the Pavilion was full of the buzz of Captains comparing notes.

“Did you see those strangers go? Fastest ships I’ve ever seen.”

“I saw. Saw that monster catapult under the fore-deck, too. Can’t imagine any good use for a machine like that. What are they up to, do you suppose?”

“I think that we’re going to find out soon enough. Sarfin is about to call us to order.”

Sarfin raised both hands for attention. The hum of voices stopped.

“Captains, we face a grave crisis. I can think of no worse thing in all of my Gatherings. We need to decide what course to set in the face of this. You have all heard that Kurin Behar Longin has fallen desperately ill. The fact is no longer disputable. She was deliberately poisoned by a party presently unknown.

“I must ask, with the authority of a Council Requirement for Knowledge, officially overriding any Ship’s Business, have any of you caught and kept or sold an Ord?” He looked old and tired as he asked this terrible question.

Three Captains, also shaken, raised their hands.

The first one, Captain Darok, of the Muline, said levelly, “The Muline has not caught an Ord, but I know who would buy one. The Grandalor approached us on the open sea, about four full Wohans ago, inquiring for an Ord and offering many Strong Skins and Glue blocks for it, if we should find one. Captain Barad himself talked to me, and his officers to mine.”

One of the others nodded agreement, “Happened to us too. Almost three and a half Wohans back.”

Merced, Captain of the Dolthin, said heavily, “I sold it to him about three Wohans ago. He said that he was going to try to make an infusion of it to stun Strong Skins. He claimed that he hoped to make them safer to catch.”

Sarfin said sternly, “That is the thing we most needed to know.” He held out for all to see, the innocent appearing awl with the ghastly green stain that revealed its true nature. “This was used to injure and perhaps kill two people. Kurin was the first. At least one sailor known to be of the Grandalor’s crew bet a Grython crewman the set of sail stitching tools that this awl came out of that he could not take this awl and, undetected, pierce any part of Kurin’s food. It was poked into her mid-day meal just once. She collapsed last evening and was rushed to care aboard the Dark Dragon.

“Early this morning, the Grython crewman, whose name we still do not know, heard of Kurin’s illness. He suspected that he had been used, and tried to bring the awl to Captain Sula. Not knowing that it was an Ord spine, he put it into his pocket. He collapsed on the way, and was taken to the Dark Dragon sickbay. He implicated the Grandalor.

“Unfortunately, with what we have just heard, the facts are clear. The Grandalor – Captain, officers and men – have long plotted the death of Kurin Behar Longin.

“Kurin is an exceptional person. As the youngest full journeyman boat-builder in fleet history, she has become a fully legal adult. She is practiced in many skills, yet finds the time to make some of the finest toys that our children play with. She has lately demonstrated a new form of navigation – a priceless skill. The Grandalor’s action robs not only the Longin, but all of us as well.

“I have looked into Council records. I can find no other case of the deliberate, planned murder of a crewman on one ship by the officers and crew of another ship. I am going to give up the deck to discussion. We must set our course carefully. These are uncharted waters.”

An uneasy silence followed. Merced broke it. “I can only think that the punishment should be fit to the crime. At the least, a large part of the crew knew of what was to be done.

“This is the first time that I have heard of a ship being guilty of a crime. A Captain, rarely. Some member of a crew? It has happened. Many, officers and crew alike, being in on the plot? Never before, nor ever again … .”

“I think that I see where you are going,” Captain Hored, of the Grython, cut into Merced’s long pause. “I can only see one way to handle this. Outlawry. For the entire ship. Let the Grandalor be stricken from the rolls of the Naral fleet. Send the word to our neighboring fleets as well. Give her no place to run. Give the ship itself, her accounts and all of the goods in her to whoever captures her.

“Let us also keep careful account of all those known to be aboard. If any are found in our waters, let them be brought to trial, to determine their guilt or innocence in this crime.

“Silor Elon is known to have delivered the lethal awl, along with the other tools. The Grandalor’s Master Boat-wright, Selked, put his mark on the awl when he made it. I recognize it, having bought many tools of his making before. Captain Barad Maks and his officers negotiated for the Ord. These men should be executed at once if seen in our waters.”

There was a rumble of agreement from the assembled Captains. With some debate of particular points, and the agreement that it should be made a precedent, the notion was passed. The Grandalor was an outlaw, with no fleet to call on for aid.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Chapter 4: The end

-Hey, what the fuck man? Where have you been? I've been calling and callling and calling, texting, asking mom. What is going on?

-Sweetie, I know. Hi.

-That's it?

-What is?

-What happened honey? Is everything alright?

-Now it is. I am sorry I haven't called and all. I just couldn't.

-Ok. Your riddles are poor and I need more information about the situation.

-Yes sure, but, how are you? What is up with your life? It's been a while.

-You bet it's been. It's almost two months!

-Has it been so long?

-Yeah, it has been so long. Last time we talked was on my birthday.

-Shit, time really flies.

-When you are having a good time?

-Not really.

-You sound dark and all this silence is scaring me. Are you sick? Mom kept telling me you are alright but busy.

-I am alright and I am busy. Work has been insane.

-Did you start the new gig already?

-Oh, Yes I have actually.

-And?

-It's really interesting, I learn a lot and the people I am working with are kind and patient and with a sense of humour.

-Well, finally some good news. I like what I am hearing.

-And you? What are you doing these days?

-You listen to your self? I feel like I am talking to a distant aunt.

-Oh well, stop bugging me.

-Ok, you are right. Work is good. Two new projects, really interesting actually. A lot of rehearsals but I manage. A bit of drama with the collegues as per usual, but nothing out of the ordinary.

-And Paul? Still together?

-You think I would break up with Paul and you would have remained under the radar?

-That's true. But are you getting along liebe schwester?

-Oh yeah. We had our ups and downs lately, but I love this bastard. He is so cute and he loves me. He geniounly does, it's juts the cultural diferences that make our relationship a bit tricky sometimes. But then I think of this and I start re approaching the whole issue and then the issue is gone. We don't have to agree on everything you know. It doesn't matter. We are young, we are in love, the rest is just noise in our affair's quietude.

-How poetic. Have you been writing lately?

-Yes. I have actually. It's a pretty good time for me, creatively I mean. I work a lot during the day, but for now I have established an early morning for my self and I have incorporated an hour of writing every day. It's going great I would say.

-This is so promising. I can't wait to hear what you got.

-Well, maybe skype with me next week. If you have some time for your baby sister.

-Oh, come on. Don't be a child.

-I am sorry for the noise, I just really need to shave while we talk, or else I am going to be late.

-Don't mention it. Where do you have to be so early?

-Early cconcert down town. I am so borred, pus I am obulating and I am so bloated. What am I supposed to wear with this belly that is going wild?

-You can wear the black high waste trousairs I gave you.

-That's true. You know I am doing this diet I told and I think it's working. I've lost a couple of kilos and some centimeters in the god forsaken area of my pork belly.

-Oh, nice, I started doing this as well. I think it's really good to tell you rthe truth. I feel the body is working better and I feel quite energetic and definitely not bloated.

-It's working. So, black high waist Makis Tselios and...

-See through black turtle neck.

-You think? It's only 17:00 here, maybe a bit too dramatic? I was thinking more of an oversized beige shirt.

-Well that works too.

-I will also wear the earings dad gave me and put my hair up, maybe a low bun?

-Sounds terrific. Send me a pic?

-Sure, when I am dressed. And?

-And what?

-And you? You keep telling me all is fine, but you don't disappear on me like that. Unless something big happened. So, what happened?

-Well... Remember Dimitris?

-Sure, the guy you met on vacation.

-Yes.

-Aha...

-Well we had been seeing each other for some time. You know since the summer. Lovely guy. We had such a great time.

-I hear a lot of past tense.

-Well, it's because we did have a great time for a few months. Totally in love with him. He as well.

-I remember.

-Yes. I got pregnant. Now you say nothing?

-I really don't know what to say. When was this?

-Hmm, two months ago? Maybe a bit more. But yes. I got pregnant almost three months ago.

-For real?

-Yeap. Went to the doctor and all, had a sonogram. Did the tests. As pregnant as it gets.

-Jesus man. Did you have an abortion? Oh baby girl. This is so shitty.

-Actually no, I didn't have an abortion.

-What?

-Cool it sis! It felt right. Dimitris was super excited. Me too to tell you the truth.

-Does mom know? What did Fenia say?

-Mom doesn't know. Fenia was not happy.

-What is up with the past tense?

-I had twins.

-Oh, man.

-I lost the babies a week ago.

-Oh darling. Oh, shit. Damn. I don't know what to say.

-Don't say anything.

-I am so sorry! How are you?

-I am fully recovered. I got scared a lot. I was in pain and bleeding and I had to go to the hospital by myself.

-God damn. Where the fuck was Dimitris?

-By the time I got him on the phone, I was already in the taxi.

-He came to the hospital at least?

-Yes, he made it. He was there when I woke up after the surgery.

-What a fucking shitstorm.

-Yeah.

-How do you feel?

-Very sad.

-I can't believe you were ready to have a family.

-I can't believe it either. And I can't believe it's over. It felt so good being pregnant.

-Oh sweetie! Don't cry. It's ok. You are young. You are only 29, it's not the end of the world. Besides were you ready to have a family?

-Oh, I don't know? It felt right.

-Sure and if it's right you'll get pregnant again one day. Soon.

-I don't know. I don't even know. I don't think I can.

-What do you mean? Did anything happen? Is there something wrong?

-I don't think so.

-You don't think so, or you know?

-I mean the doctor didn't say anything was wrong, but I am so scared and so sad. An it was all so organic.

-Baby it's not cotton. Take a chill pill. I get you are sad, but sometimes sad things happen.

-I know.

-Oh poor baby. Is Dimitris with you?

-No. He's working like crazy and he aksed me for some time to process.

-Jesus. You are all alone? Fenia?

-She came yesterday. But she is working too.

-Are you working?

-No, but I think it doesn't help me at all.

-You are right. Are you physically ready to return?

-I think so.

-Perfect. Arbeit macht frei.

-That is so bad.

-But in your case it's true.

-Touche.

-Did you get my picture?

-Haha, yes. You look amazing.

-You think?

-Yeah, you look sublime.

-You are the best. I am in shock, but I really have to go if I don't want to be late for soundcheck. Are you going to be alright?

-Yes. Don't worry. I got this. It's just all a bit too much.

-I get it. But I am sure it was for the best. Maybe in a bit you are going to be carrying just one child.

-Too soon. I love you. I am sorry I had been lost.

-Don't think about it. I love you too. Be safe and I will call you tonight.

-Break a leg sis. You are the best

#mariaflip #mariaflipingout #caroline #shortstory #sisterhood #dialogue #abortion #love

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Moonshine

A/N: I’m inspired by @justanotherloveaffair and her ability to write beautiful smut. This is my attempt to emulate the master. Enjoy some Sunday filth.

Warnings: SMUT

Word Count: 4k

Audio from Beyonce’s Coachella set kept your attention as your younger sister, Tiana, applied a light dusting of contour to the perimeter of your face.

“Get that double chin, girl,” you instructed. “I still have five pounds of hungry weight to get rid of before I can get to the baby weight.”

“Hush, T! You look good. Now you finally have an ass and some to hold up your jeans.”

Tiana dodged your playful attempt to her arm before she returned to your makeup. Despite the self-deprecating jokes, with some help from your husband and personal trainer, you’d learned to love your new body. You were far from the slim figure you sported in throughout your early years, but you appreciated the changes that came from bringing two humans into the world.

“May I ask why you and Chadwick are getting dressed separately? Is something wrong? Do I need to call Daddy?”

You chuckled at her rapid-fire questioning and shook your head, “No, TiTi, nothing is wrong. We’re, um, setting the mood.”

“Gross. I didn’t wanna be part of y’all’s freaky escapades.”

“Too late. You’re an accomplice to the murder of this pu-”

“Lalalalalala! I can’t hear you,” Tiana exclaimed, dropping the fan brush she was using to walking away and search for the setting spray in her kit. “I can’t even believe I’m asking this, but what mood are you setting?”

“I suggested we spice things up, you know. A little role play ain’t ever hurt nobody.”

“Please, spare me the graphic details.”

Rolling your eyes, you caught a glimpse of the message from “Ashy” flash across your screen. Like Micah when she’s promised ice cream, you jittered in your seat. The thought of your plan leading to some passionate, no kids around sex was the most exciting thing to happen in your life in months.

“It’s not super graphic,” you explained. “It’s only a little ‘pretend we don’t know each other double then go home and fuck like college students’ role play.”

Tiana’s dramatic gag made you double over in laughter. “Mama always said you ain’t listen. I bet he just sent you something nasty.”

“See, I wasn’t gonna say anything, but since you did, let’s see what we got from Daddy.”

“Don’t ever call him that around me again.”

“Anyway,” you giggled, “He said, ‘We’re excited to see you later.’”

“We? Who is we?”

The attached images sent in invisible ink kept your mouth closed, mainly to stifle the moan tickling the back of your throat. Looking over your shoulder, Tiana caught a glimpse of what had you so preoccupied.

“Oh my God, do not open that while I’m standing here! This is like hearing mom and dad have sex that one time!”

“Are you comparing your brother-in-law and me to senior citizens? I’m offended.”

“Then you’ll just have to be offended. You’re old now, and Chadwick feels like my blood brother. I never want to hear about y'all's sex life.”

A long pause as she applied your lashes kept the room silent until you decided to speak. “You wanna know how it turns out, don’t you?”

“Girl, yes! If it works, I’m definitely stealing that idea for Nate and me!”

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Getting dressed for an event was always a long production for you, but nothing could compare to preparing yourself for the red carpet at Diddy’s annual white party. The lavish event almost always featured a day party with Hollywood’s elite in attendance. This year, the hip-hop mogul decided to switch things up. Instead of a day party, the event was moved to the evening to accompany the theme for the year, the Roaring 20s.

Standing in the mirror, you looked at your ass over your shoulder while twisting your hips. The custom Valdrin Sahiti gown fit your curves in all the right places while providing ample room to twerk and bounce as you saw fit. The bright lights in the hotel suite made the dress twinkle like a brand new diamond, adding to your confidence. Your face was beat, your wig and headpiece were secure, and your shoes were the perfect balance of stylish and comfortable. The only thing missing was your man.

An hour-long drive to the mansion that inspired the Great Gatsby gave your mind time to wander to what would happen during the evening. It felt like you were preparing for an actual first date, except it was with the man that had been in your life longer than most people. Still, the thought of “meeting him for the first time” kicked up nervous energy that you hadn’t felt since your wedding day. For Chadwick, a glass of whiskey and a three-way conversation with both brothers before leaving the suite he was using to get dressed calmed his nerves enough to convince him that carrying a flask to a party full of alcohol was a good idea. By the time the chartered car pulled in front of the opulent venue hosting the event, Chadwick was loose and ready for a good time.

Red carpet pictures for both of you were filled with questions from reporters about where the other one was. Deciding that it would be too weird to discuss your intentions to role play throughout the party, smiles and waves spoke for you. You were sure there would be a headline that all but confirmed your divorce, but it didn’t matter. They would see you making googly eyes at your man on the way out and change their tune while you raced back to the hotel to get what your body folded into a human pretzel.

Stepping inside the mansion opened up a world like no other. A host of famous faces covered in expensive fabrics moved and mingled in the expansive space, freeing themselves from whatever problems they had before coming inside.

“Tasha, girl, you look good,” you heard from behind you as you leaned over a railing to search for Chadwick for what felt like the hundredth time. Turning around brought you face to face with Jemele Hill and her boyfriend.

“Me? Girl, you! How you been?”

“Working and pissing off these old white men. The usual,” she laughed. “How are things with you and the family? I see you pulled up here alone.”

“The family is good. The kids are great, and Chadwick is doing well.” Your decision to ignore the latter portion of her sentence was not lost on Jemele.

“Oh, so you just gon’ not say anything about the last part, huh?”

“He’s here. Between you and me, we’re playing a little game. Consider it foreplay.”

“Oh, really,” she asked, looking over your shoulder with a smirk. “Looks like the other player is ready to get the game started.”

“Wha-” A warm hand on the small of your back and the scent of his familiar cologne alerted you to the presence you’d been looking for since the party began.

Jemele offered a silent smirk and nod before walking away to greet other party goers. After taking a deep breath, you turned to face Chadwick for the first time all night.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think we’ve met,” He greeted with a broad smile and a confident aura that took your breath away. Running his fingers down your arm to reach your hand, he lifted your knuckles to his mouth to brush his lips across them. “I’m Chadwick.”

“I-I, uh, I’m...I have no idea who I am right now. Damn, you look good, baby.”

“Co, you ruined it,” he laughed, pulling you close to peck your lips.

“I’m sorry! Dammit, I was supposed to say my name, huh?”

“That’s usually how those conversations go.”

“But these conversations have never involved a man as fine as you. Turn around so I can see you.”

Taking a step back, Chadwick allowed you to hoop and holler as he gave you the full scope of his outfit. Using Quick from Harlem Nights as a style reference, Chadwick dazzled in an updated version of the classic choice. The white blazer and shirt contrasted his brown skin beautifully, complementing the black bowtie, pants, and shoes that went with the look. A red rose on his lapel, and an ornate pocket square tied the look together. You almost felt underdressed standing beside him.

“What you smilin’ at, girl?”

“You look so good! Is this the day my husband outdresses me at an event?”

“It might be,” he chuckled. “You look amazing, Sunshine. I saw you when you walked in, and I couldn’t even focus on the conversation I was having.”

“So, I make you lose focus? I’ll keep that in mind.”

Chadwick’s eyes twinkled with mischief before he spun your body around to direct you through the crowd.

Returning his hand to the small of your back, he leaned over to whisper in your ear, “Enjoy it now. You’ll be the one losing focus when we get back to the hotel tonight.”

A high pitched squeal of excitement left your lips, making him laugh. For the remainder of the night, no matter what was taking place at the moment, whenever your eyes would land on your man, anticipation made your body hot to the touch.

You watched him move around the room like he owned the place, waiting for the signal to head to the door. Every dance resulting in your ass being pressed to his crotch was torture, and he knew it. Inconspicuous nods to the door only made him want to stay longer to draw out your excitement for what was waiting for you on the other side of room 1405. But, as the party continued and the shots of “moonshine” were passed around, you noticed Chadwick morphe into a version of himself that you hadn’t seen since both of you were much younger.

The more the alcohol was introduced to his body, the more loose and carefree he became. Carefree turned into uncharacteristically loud and handsy, making you worry about what was to come.

Pulling him aside, you cupped his face in your hands to get a look at his eyes. Sure enough, Chadwick’s drooping lips did little to hide his red eyes.

“Babe, you’re drunk,” you deadpanned. “Let’s go. I’m not babysitting you through a hangover in the morning.”

“I’m fine, Sunshine! We’re having fun, right?” His arms circled your waist as he dipped his head to kiss random places along your jaw.

Alcohol mixed with his natural scent, creating the smell that you hoped would be intertwining with yours in a moment of sensual passion. It was clear that the only action you would see tonight was a 200-pound man smothering you under his weight for ten hours.

“You’re having too much fun. It’s time to tell your friends goodbye.”

“You look so cute when you’re mad at me.”

“You haven’t seen mad yet, Aaron. For the last time, let’s go. You’re one shot away from stumbling out of here and embarrassing yourself. These shoes are too cute to be dragging your heavy ass.”

“Those shoes are cute, baby. Did I buy those?”

“Get yo’ ass outta here, nigga,” you scolded Chadwick through gritted teeth, adding a hit to his arm with your clutch.

You sent a silent prayer to God, asking him to grant your inebriated spouse the strength to pull it together long enough to make it out of the building with no major mishaps. Channeling the sober actor deep inside, Chadwick made a clean exit, but not without sneaking one last shot when you weren’t watching. The last shot would prove to be the dagger.

Riding back to The Peninsula hotel was a task as both of fought to prevent Chadwick from ending up on TMZ the next morning.

“Drink the water, Chadwick,” you whispered through pursed lips. “If you throw up in this car or on me, I am going to call your parents.”

“I’m trying, Co. I feel like I gotta -.” His sentence was cut short by a loud dry heave, startling the driver.

“Is everything okay back there? I can stop if you need me to.”

“He’s fine!” Your answer was a little too cheery and obviously a lie. “Please, no matter what you do, do not stop this car. Get us back to the hotel as quickly as you can and pull up to the back entrance. I can handle it from there.”

Chadwick managed to hold in the consequences of his rapid alcohol consumption until he reached the hotel room. The moment his expensive oxfords hit the plush carpet of the hotel suite, the race to find a nearby receptacle was on. From the small kitchenette, you watched with an annoyed stare while he hurled into the first trash can he could locate.

“Baby, help,” he whined from his spot on the couch. His body sagged against the couch to match his disheveled appearance and crestfallen expression. His eyes, round as saucers and pleading for your attention, were almost too hard to ignore.

“Hell no. I told you to slow down, and you didn’t. Suffer. I’m taking a shower and going to bed.”

Over his shenanigans, you retired to the bathroom to take off your wig and wash off the night before stretching across the bed naked to mourn what could have been. The idea to masturbate the pain away was fleeting, leaving you to scroll through social media feeds until you were tired.

Chadwick followed your lead soon after and took a shower to forget about the evening’s events. He knew he shouldn’t have gone that hard, but when the drinks are flowing and the vibe is right, it was hard to turn down a shot or ten.

After allowing the shower water to wash away his sins and begin his descent to sobriety, Chadwick entered the bedroom with his shoulders slumped.

“I never want to drink like that again, baby. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry to me,” you answered without turning to look at him. “Be sorry to yourself. You knew your old ass didn’t need that much liquor.”

“Shit, if I didn’t know then, I sure as hell know now.” Ignoring your condescending “mhmm,” Chadwick chose to take advantage of your position on the bed and rest his head on your bare ass. He hummed a sigh of approval as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face your supple skin. “This is the only thing that makes sense right now.”

“Yeah, well, don’t get comfortable. When this tutorial is over, I’m getting dressed for bed.”

“Give me five minutes, sweetheart. The room feels like it’s spinning.”

A Jackie Aina holiday look tutorial played in the background, becoming the only sound in the room for several minutes. While you clung to the YouTuber’s every word, Chadwick drifted in and out of sleep with his face pressed into your behind. The concoction of Ace of Spades and whatever was in the house Moonshine was still influencing his decisions, and trying to convince him to do the unthinkable. There were a few trends he promised he would get himself into, but the alcohol was in control.

He started with a quick kiss to the cheek he was laying on to test the waters. A small peck didn’t kill him or garner your attention, so he decided to up the ante. With a hand gripping the left cheek, he ran a tongue across the right side before sealing it with a kiss.

“What are you doing, boy?”

“I have no idea. Just go with it.”

“Aaron, if you don’t - oooh!”

In an unexpected turn of events, Chadwick’s hands spread your cheeks to make room for his face. Your breath hitched when his tongue came in contact with your rim, surprising you while sending a tingle from the tip of your toes to the top of your head. He’d done a lot to your body with his mouth, but this was a first.

You’d heard the stories from your girls about their significant others venturing into uncharted territory, and told yourself it was something that you wanted to experience without forcing the issue with your husband. Now, with your body writhing in pleasure against your man’s face, you finally had a story for the group chat in the morning.

Chadwick was lost in his own world, alternating between different pressures and speeds as he used his hands to jiggle your ass for his amusement. His tongue swirled in time with his long index and middle fingers pumping in and out of your center. You saw stars, and with the assortment of liquors in his system acting as a low budget Heart Shaped Herb, he showed no signs of letting up.

“It’s too much,” you whined between whimpers. The slurping behind you and the wetness leaking from your core added to your sense of euphoria, making the current activities overwhelming.

Chadwick chuckled at your attempt to tap out and continued to give your rim his undivided attention. His tongue flicked between your puckered hole and your perineum, drawing breathless moans from your throat. The more you voiced your approval, the more he met your cries of pleasure with groans of his own.

Feeling your walls contracting around his fingers, he took the opportunity to attack your clit with his mouth. Chadwick sucked and licked without regard for your mild convulsions under the weight of his arms. Pushing your right leg up gave him a better angle to suck the rest of your consciousness from your pussy. He was a man on a mission for your pleasure and his. As far as he was concerned, he could and would taste you until the sun took its place in the sky the next morning.

You came with a silent scream followed by an ear-splitting groan before your muscles released to leave you in a pliant heap. The way your chest heaved in search of oxygen to replace what was lost during your mind-boggling orgasm. You needed five minutes and a water break before you could engage in any more activities. Chadwick only needed a split second to shimmy out of his briefs before he was flipping you onto your back and pulling you to the end edge of the bed.

You yelped in surprise and readied yourself for whatever he had in store. Chadwick’s eyes were blown wide with lust, a far cry from what you witnessed at the party. Lifting your legs, he used one hand to keep your ankles together and the other to stroke himself.

“C’mere, girl,” he growled into your ear before aligning his tip with your entrance. He stared at your pussy in awe of the way the head of his dick glistened the more he rubbed the sensitive area along the seam created by the position of your legs. Still, he wasn’t satisfied.

Letting go of your ankles, he pushed your legs until they were parallel to the bed on both sides. He wanted you wide open for him, and you knew what to do next. Braving through the sting of the position, you took control of your legs to keep them open. As your hands gripped your thighs, he slid into you in one fluid motion.

Chadwick’s jaw dropped to let out a moan that you couldn’t distinguish from yours if you tried. Leaning over, he thrust his tongue deep into your mouth to accompany his deep strokes. The way his chest hair teased your taut nipples and the coarse hair of his beard rubbed against your face as he sucked on your neck felt like sensory overload. You hoped the slow swivel of his waist to hit every spot within you would continue until both of you collapsed in satisfaction.

Instead, after he’d suck every inch skin he could get his mouth on, Chadwick began a relentless pace. His hips snapped to yours rapidly, his shaft disappearing and emerging drenched in your juices each time. His hands pressed your waist into the bed as he threw his head back and let out a string of praises and primal grunts.

“Look at this pretty ass pussy,” he husked with his eyes fixated below your waist. “Who this pretty pussy belong to?”

“You! It’s yours!”

“And what’s my name, gorgeous? Say my name.” He slowed his pace again to suck your bottom lip into his mouth, not releasing until it was swollen and red from the contact. It felt like he’d taken your common sense with him, leaving you wide-eyed without a clue on how to make your mouth say words. “What’s my name, baby?”

“Fuck,” you squealed as he returned to his quick thrusts. “You fuck me so good, Daddy! Shit!”

“Let me see if you can take all of it, Co. Turn around for me.”

You didn’t have time to comprehend the instructions before you were flipped onto your stomach and repositioned at the edge of the bed.

Your feet could barely hit the ground before he spread your legs with his knee and pulled your hips back to meet his body. He stilled for a moment to kiss a trail up your spine and to your ear.

“Can you take it,” he whispered into your ear while nuzzling his nose into your temple.

You responded with a nod and a breathy ‘yes,’ receiving praise and a gentle kiss to your ear.

With the pads of his thumbs buried in the small of your back, he resumed his long, deep strokes. The bed quaked in time with his rhythm, creaking under the power of his movement.

You reached for any available fabric to keep you steady as you tried to form a coherent thought. For as long as you’d be intimate with Chadwick, you’d never allowed him to do all the work during sex. Though he’d dominated the encounter thus far, you had to contribute to the group effort.

Mustering up some strength, you met his strokes at the halfway point, earning a pleased moan. His hand came down hard on your thigh as he increased his pace, daring you to keep up. The burn of his skin colliding with yours triggered an animalistic nature in you that was rarely explored.

“That’s right, baby, use me. Give me all that shit.”

Chadwick didn’t verbalize his reaction past a few grunts of effort, prompting you to twist your body to look back at him. When he pulled his eyes from his work to look at you, the fire in his eyes was one you hadn’t seen in a while.

Even in the dark, you could make out a primal desire smoldering behind the eyes that always looked at you with love and admiration. Releasing his bottom lip from his top row of teeth, he reached to your face and gripped your chin.

“Look at me.” His movements never stuttered despite the momentary shift of focus.

Obscene smacking and expletives filled the atmosphere already thick with the musk of sex. Chadwick’s grip in your chin forced you to maintain intense eye contact through the onset of another orgasm.

“Kiss me,” you rasped. “Kiss me right now!”

He obliged with no hesitation, pressing his palm into your back to flatten you against the bed before connecting his mouth to yours with a string of his saliva. Under normal circumstances, the thought of someone else’s spit entering your mouth in this manner was a hard boundary. Fortunately, these weren’t normal circumstances. You welcomed the lewd fluid swap with your tongue outstretched. His lips came crashing against yours seconds later, excited to nibble and lick to his heart’s content. Together, your tongues explored each other’s mouths and absorbed moans to eliminate some of the noise in the room. Chadwick’s left hand moved from your waist to fondle your breasts while he kissed your shoulder blade.

“You gon’ cum for me, baby girl? I wanna feel you all over this dick.”

“Mhmm! Yesyesyesyes!”

“Good. Tell everybody on this floor who got you this wet.”

“You, Aaron!”

“That’s right,” he smiled against your shoulder. “Tell everybody who’s making you feel like this, Queen.”

“Fuck,” you gasped as the first wave of your release came crashing down “You, baby!”

Knowing and feeling how close you were to his desired goal, Chadwick straightened his body and pulled your arms behind your back for leverage. With your arms crossed in the middle of your back, your body shook through a gushing orgasm, soaking your legs and his to match the tears rolling down your face.

The strength of your release, the pulsing contractions of your walls surrounding him, and the waning effects of the alcohol contributed to your husband’s pursuit of his own orgasm.

“I’m ‘bout to cum, T. Can I c-”

“Do it on my face, Daddy.”

His eyes searched yours for any sign of reluctance or a joke but found none. He couldn’t believe that you of all people would make such a request. He was intrigued and ready to live out a dark fantasy from his late teens.

He pulled out of your pussy and jerked himself until you were situated on your knees in front of him. Pushing his hands away, you took over.

Your hands twisted in alternating directions as your mouth focused on the head of his dick.

“Got damn, Co, just like that,” he groaned with his hands palming the back of your disheveled cornrows. “Fuck, let me finish.”

Your hands relinquished control to slide up and down his thighs while you braced yourself. Chadwick pumped at his shaft vigorously, moaning and rasping incoherent phrases until he was at his peak.

His release came complete with a booming grunt and his toes curling beneath him as ropes of thick cum sputtered across the smooth plain of your cheeks and mouth. You thought you’d feel disgusting, but the more he came, the more you felt like the most powerful woman in the world.

His massive head tapped against your lips until he was sure there was nothing left to give you. Immediately, your tongue jetted from your mouth to taste all that you could reach.

“Mmm, you taste so good, Daddy,” you purred, still covered in his cum.

Cupping your face, he pulled you to your feet while enthralling you in a kiss so passionate you could feel your knees buckling below you.

After what felt like an extra ten minutes of kissing, Chadwick left to fetch a warm towel to clean both of you up.

“Damn, Lil Bow Wow, who knew you were down to get this nasty?”

“Did you just call me Bow Wow,” you laughed. “How rude! I was going for Queen Latifah in set it off.”

“Right now you’re Skin Diamond, and I’m not mad at it. This was definitely top five between us. I’m willing to give it the number one spot.”

“Oooh! Wanna see if we can...top it? You’re not too tired, are you?” You pulled your bottom lip into your mouth, hoping that he would agree to one more round before you were forced into quiet sex when the kids were asleep.

He quirked an eyebrow at you with a smug smile, “Is that a challenge? You must be trynna make another baby.”

“Woah, no! That is not what I said! Put me down!” Your squeals and giggles fell on deaf ears as Chadwick hoisted you over his shoulder to carry you to the hotel balcony.

“Nah, you were talkin’ real tough, CoCo! We ‘bout to make a baby on this balcony. Hell, we at least gon’ get some good practice in!”

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comebackbehere23 · 6 years

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Cheryl Blossom is not weak. She isn’t. She doesn’t cave when people plead, and she barely bats an eye at a pitiful pout. Or at least she didn’t. And then Toni Topaz comes crashing into her world with wide, understanding brown eyes and a supportive touch…well, Cheryl can’t confidentiality say that she isn’t weak for everyone anymore. No, she has one special exception. One exception that is currently kneeling on their shared bed in nothing but red lace boy shorts and oversized t-shirt, and wearing a pout that makes Cheryl’s knees quake.

“We’re taking him to the shelter tomorrow.”

Toni huffs, “Cheryl. Please. He needs me.”

“He does not need you.” Cheryl scoffs as she turns her attention to her closet. “I refuse to allow some furball to run around our house.”

“Mm, I love it when you call it our house.” Toni purrs, and Cheryl tenses at her low tone. “Think about how domesticated we’d be if we got a pet, it’s a step in the right direction.”

“No.”

“Cheryl. Baby. Beautiful. Bombshell.” Toni whines and Cheryl fails to hide a smile. “Please? Please! I promise I’ll take care of him all by myself, you won’t even know he’s here.”

Cheryl spins on her heels with a glare, “Promise?”

“Promise!” Toni exclaims as she bobs her head eagerly and bounces on her knees. “Does this mean I can keep him?”

“So long as he stays far away from me, I see no reason as to why he can’t stay.” Cheryl sighs with a wave of dismissal. “You better hold up on your end, TT. I expect you to…”

“You are the best girlfriend ever.”

Cheryl heaves a long breath as Toni turns her attention back to the ball of orange fur in her lap. As she watches Toni coo at the tiny kitten, Cheryl reluctantly has to admit to herself that she really is weak when it comes to Toni.

Toni names him Blossom.

Cheryl protests the name for all of five minutes before she shuts up and just let’s Toni have her moment. Her girlfriend is already so in love with the small tabby kitten they found outside of Thistlehouse. Cheryl bites her lower lip as she wanders into the living room and pauses to stare at Toni who is laying on her back with Blossom held over her head. She knows Toni is going to kill her for it, but she can’t help but record a small moment and send it out in their friends group chat; Sweet Pea immediately responds, and she shakes her head as she reads his reply.

“Didn’t you ever want a pet?”

Cheryl looks up with a frown, “No. Although my parents did give JJ and I a cat for Christmas, but we gave him to another family.”

“Huh. Weird. I bet your mom didn’t really think all of that through.” Toni smirks as she sits up and nuzzles her face into Blossom’s fur. “Y’know, since lesbians and bisexuals just love pu…”

“Do not finish that joke, Toni Topaz.” Cheryl scolds, and Toni simply huffs. “Babe, if you’re going to keep him then you should probably get some stuff for him Petsmart.”

“Yeah. You’re right.” Toni hums as she stands with Blossom cradled gently in her hand. “Do you wanna take your car?”

Toni is so bestowed by the little thing that Cheryl doesn’t have the heart to tell her about her cat allergy.

“Toni, stop!”

“But you’re so perfect!”

Cheryl can’t help but giggle as she runs through the hallways of the empty house with Toni a few feet behind. As she swings herself around the banister and down the stairs, she is knocked breathless but how light she feels. By how happy she is. And it’s all because Toni is currently chasing her through the house with her camera poised and ready to take pictures. With a squeal, Cheryl hears the shutter of a photo being snapped right as she slides into the kitchen and ducks behind the counter. Her safety base lasts for a mere second before Toni scrambles onto the granite so she can lean over the edge to quickly capture Cheryl’s flushed cheeks and wide, breathless grin.

“Come on, I just need a few more.” Toni grins as she captures the image of Cheryl crawling away. “Huh. Gonna have to add that one to the spank bank.”

“You’re a pig, Topaz.” Cheryl scoffs.

“What? You’re the one who won’t let me take a picture of you. This is my hobby, Cheryl. You’re killing my talents.” Toni smirks, and Cheryl rolls her eyes only to be blinded by a flash. “You know, you really are adorable.”

“You do not need another picture of me, half of your albums are dedicated to me.” Cheryl points out as she gracefully stands. “Every time I turn around you’re taking pictures. Why don’t you let me photograph you for once?”

“Yeah. No. Not happening. You’re just so photogenic. I don’t know why you haven’t considered taking up modeling.” Toni shrugs as she glances down at the screen of her camera. “Can I please just take at least one picture that isn’t blurry?”

“Okay. I’ll take one. But only if you’re in it.” Cheryl replies as she reaches out to fist soft plaid before she pulls Toni towards her. “We need more pictures of us together.”

“Yeah?” Toni smiles.

Cheryl nods slowly, “Uh huh. I want to plaster you all over my social media, show Riverdale just who you belong to.”

“Am I just a trophy to you?” Toni gasps.

“Oh, no. Not at all. Clearly, I’m the trophy.” Cheryl shrugs, and Toni glares playfully at her. “You, my dear, are just a lucky winner.”

“Very lucky.” Toni agrees.

“You know,” Cheryl purrs as she plays with the buttons on Toni’s top. “We could probably put that camera of yours to good use. Have some real fun with it.”

Toni arches an eyebrow, “Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Cheryl grins. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“I think so.” Toni replies, and Cheryl is almost blinded by the sudden appearance of her girlfriend’s bright smile. “A photoshoot with you and Blossom? You’re brilliant, babe.”

Cheryl gaps, “That isn’t…”

“I’m gonna go get him. We can shoot something outside, it’s beautiful out. In fact, if I get the right shot, we can post our first family photo.” Toni beams as she bounces happily. “Be right back!”

Toni runs off and Cheryl sighs as she shakes her head, only she would fall for someone so clueless to her advances.

“You should’ve named him Leroy.”

“Why the fuck would I name him Leroy?”

Cheryl sighs as she listens to Jughead and Toni argue while they play with Blossom in the living room. It came as a surprise to Cheryl when Toni came home with her herd of friends, but it wasn’t a surprise that her girlfriend pecked her lips and immediately went to find that damn cat. And since then, Cheryl has been entertaining the same people who make her want to play in traffic. A firm pout appears on her face as she continues to play hostess and turns to gather snacks from the kitchen, but she skids to a stop as she finds Fangs sitting on the counter swinging his legs.

“Why are you sitting on my very expensive granite?”

Fangs slides down with a blush, “Allergies. Sorry.”

“Not an excuse to sit on my counter, but I intend to let it slide for now. Unfortunately, I’m suffering the same fate as you.” Cheryl admits. “I just don’t want to tell Toni because she loves that damn thing so much, and I don’t want that to change.”

“Cute.” Fangs chuckles.

Cheryl glares at him, “Do not repeat that.”

“Babe, come show the gang the thing you do with Blossom’s paws.” Toni breathes out as she comes barreling into the kitchen.

“Must I?”

Toni sticks out her lower lip, “For me.”

“For you.” Cheryl grumbles after a moment of contemplating. “But no one can record it and I’m only doing it once. Got it?”

“Understood.” Toni nods, and Cheryl hums in surprise when her girlfriend presses a gentle kiss to her lips. “You’re the best.”

“As long as you know.” Cheryl replies, and she watches with a fond smile as Toni scurries out of the room. “Check the second cabinet in the downstairs bathroom, I’ve stocked up on Benadryl to avoid any complications.”

“Smart.” Fangs nods. “Thanks.

“Don’t mention it.” Cheryl shrugs.

With that, Cheryl brushes out of the room and holds her head high as she makes her way to the huddle on the living room floor. She ignores Archie’s smile, Veronica’s greeting, Sweet Pea’s sarcastic half-hearted remark, and Betty’s…everything, and instead focuses on the bright smile on Toni’s face. She focuses on how her girlfriend leans into her instead of how her eyes begin to water as soon as she is too close to Blossom. Once again, she pushes it all aside and instead focuses on Toni’s giggles as Blossom bites at her fingers.

“We heard you like to play with his tummy, Cheryl. Toni won’t shut up about how cute it is.” Sweet Pea smirks as he slaps the back of his hand against Toni’s shoulder. “So, let’s see this magic.”

“Hit my girlfriend again and I’ll show you the type of magic that will make you disappear from existent, Pea.” Cheryl warns, but she keeps her attention on Blossom. “Pay attention, bottom feeders, I’m only going to do this once.”

Cheryl wakes up and is instantly in a bad mood. She rolls over and instead of being greeted with a kiss and warm arms, she is faced with that stupid cat sleeping where she should be. She isn’t sure why she’s surprised by the sight of this, Blossom has pretty much taken over the entire house. Even her Nana Rose can’t seem to put him down when she’s around, she just coos and holds him close to her chest. Cheryl doesn’t get it, sure he can be kind of cute but that meow sends shivers down her spine and she’d so just about anything to avoid having to deal with red, itchy eyes again.

“You are the spawn of Satan.” Cheryl hisses.

Blossom simply blinks in exhaustion.

With a huff, Cheryl slides out of bed and curls her robe around herself before she reluctantly leaves the warmth of their room. The morning light streams into the kitchen and Cheryl stretches lazily as she patters across cold tile. Like the amazing girlfriend she is, Cheryl begins to make Toni her favorite breakfast while she listens to the hiss of the coffee machine and the chirp of the birds. It’s so peaceful, up until she hears the tapping of Toni’s feet as she plucks around upstairs. Just as Cheryl is beginning to flip the first batch of chocolate chip pancakes, she hears the shuffle of footsteps and she smiles shyly as she feels Toni’s warmth.

Cheryl sighs as arms string around her waist, “Good morning.”

“G’morning.” Toni mumbles into her shoulder blade as she nuzzles their for a moment. “I woke up and you were gone.”

“I wanted to make you breakfast.” Cheryl explains as she nods to where she is flipping pancakes. “And you had Blossom to cuddle.”

“Yeah, but he’s not you.”

“Cute.”

“Can I have my good morning kiss?” Toni asks softly.

Cheryl pauses, “Did you brush your teeth?”

“Yup.”

“Then yes you can.” Cheryl replies as she turns to press a lingering kiss to Toni’s lips. “Now, sit. I’m almost done.”

“Awesome. You’re the best.” Toni yawns.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Cheryl sneers, and her eyes immediately narrow as Toni turns and she is met with the sight of Blossom curled in her girlfriend’s hood. “You’re going to drop that thing.”

“Nah, he’s good.” Toni assures her as she reaches over her shoulder to pull him free. “He knows better than to jump out.”

Cheryl rolls her eyes, “You put a lot of trust in a cat.”

“He’s smart.” Toni shrugs as she carefully sets the meowing kitten in front of herself.

“Not on the table.” Cheryl scolds.

“But he likes to feel tall.” Toni pouts even as she lifts Blossom back into her arms. “Do you think we can get him like a booster seat?”

Cheryl scoffs in answer, “No.”

“A tiny highchair?”

“No.”

“His own chair?”

“No.” Cheryl repeats. “He can eat on the floor.”

“We can’t make our son eat on the floor.” Toni protests with a scowl. “Why would you even suggest something like that?”

“Because Blossom is a cat, and I refuse to share a table with him. I like to enjoy my meals with my girlfriend not a four legged beast.” Cheryl explains. “So, on the floor. Breakfast is ready.”

Toni sighs as she lifts Blossom to her face, “She doesn’t mean to be snarky. Take it from me, her snark means she loves you.”

“Floor, Antoinette.” Cheryl orders.

Toni arches an eyebrow as she leans over to set the kitten at her feet, “Sorry, little guy. She used my first name, she means business.”

Cheryl tries to hide her smile, but she fails as Toni immediately dives into her plate of pancakes while chattering about their plans for after school. As Cheryl sits across from her with egg whites and fruit, she can’t help but think of their future. She sees so many more mornings of this, so many nights of falling asleep beside Toni. She sees a forever and it stuns her, but her heart warms as soon as Toni nonchalantly mentions cleaning up their room and planning a get together at their house. It’s so perfect, and Cheryl is so happy. Even if she’s stuck with a god awful cat.

Cheryl is so in love with Toni.

And moments like now just remind her how deep that love goes. She is sitting with her chin propped in her hand and a content expression on her face as she watches Toni hover her hands over Blossom who is attached to the material of her beanie. They were halfway through their shared Biology class when Mr. Jameson left to take care of something and everyone had gone into an uproar when Toni pulled Blossom from her jacket. Cheryl isn’t really surprised by the sight of the kitten, but she definitely remembers telling Toni that she absolutely couldn’t bring Blossom to school.

“He’s so cute.” Ethel coos.

Toni flashes her a glance, “I know.”

“Lemme see him.” Sweet Pea orders.

“Fuck off. You’re not touching my son.” Toni sneers, and Sweet Pea huffs in defeat. “The only people allowed to touch him is his moms.”

Kevin snorts from beside her, “Congratulations on the new bundle of joy, Cheryl. I didn’t realize you and Toni were so…domesticated.”

“That thing is not my son.” Cheryl mumbles as she glares down at her textbook.

“Your girlfriend seems to think overwise.” Kevin points out with an amused smirk. “Do my eyes deceive me or is Cheryl Blossom whipped?”

Cheryl turns to him with a fiery glare, “Repeat those words and I will rip your tongue from your mouth. I am not whipped.”

“Babe!” Toni calls.

“Yes?”

Toni skips over and offers her the bundle of orange fur, “Will you hold Blossom? I need to beat up Sweet Pea.”

“Of course.” Cheryl sighs.

“Thank you.” Toni chirps.

Kevin snickers as Cheryl juggles the cat and watches Toni scurry off, “And you say you’re not whipped?”

“Shut it, Keller.”

But Cheryl knows he’s right. She’s so whipped, and it’s absolutely awful but she wouldn’t change it for anything.

Saturdays are Cheryl’s favorite day. There’s no school, no worry of drama, and she doesn’t have to worry about sharing Toni. No, Saturdays are their day and they spend it doing nothing. Occasionally, they’ll have a date night at Pop’s or the movie theater, but they pretty much spend most of their time lounging around in pajamas. Today, Cheryl is sketching on the couch while Toni kneels on the ground and giggles as she snaps pictures of Blossom playing with a piece of string. Sometimes it scares Cheryl with how comfortable she is, how happy she has become ever since she cut Penelope from her life and moved Toni in with her.

They just fit. They fall together like pieces that have always been missing from a puzzle. They work. And Cheryl sees forever in Toni’s eyes, she builds a home in Toni’s heart. She starts a new life in Thistlehouse with Toni, and she builds that life around her; she knows they’re meant to be and that’s enough to settle her. When she kisses her, Toni tastes like home and an endless amount of possibilities. She gives Cheryl strength, conversation, companionship, laughter, and most importantly love. She gives everything she has to Cheryl, and Cheryl responds in kind. For the first time since Jason died, Cheryl feels like she has someone in her corner.

“Are we ordering in tonight?” Toni asks.

Cheryl hums as she looks up, “If you want.”

“I think I want to cook tonight. I’m kind of in the mood for chicken. You think Nana Rose will want chicken?” Toni frowns. “If not, I’m sure I can whip up something else.”

“She’ll love whatever you make.” Cheryl assures her with a smile. “If you haven’t noticed, it seems like you’ve replaced me as the favorite granddaughter. She just adores you.”

Toni smirks over her shoulder, “I just have a special talent of charming anyone with the last name Blossom.”

“Sure.” Cheryl scoffs.

“Hey, I charmed you!” Toni points out.

“If thinking that helps you sleep at night then I’m not going to shatter your little daydream.” Cheryl teases, and Toni immediately grumbles in protest. “So, chicken?”

“Yeah. We’ll see if I decide to make you a plate, you tease.” Toni pouts, and her eyes brighten as she picks up Blossom. “What do you think, little guy? Chicken sound good?”

“Babe, he isn’t going to answer you.” Cheryl warns as she focuses on filling in her doodle. “If you keep talking to him, people are going to think you’re crazier than you are.”

“Harsh.” Toni whines. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You think it’s hot.”

Toni arches an eyebrow, “I think you’re hot. Your attitude? Not so much.”

“My attitude is a part of me, Toni,” Cheryl points out, the amusement coloring her tone. “Are you saying you dislike me?”

“I don’t think anything resembling that accusation came out of my mouth.” Toni frowns as she slowly stands. “In fact, dare I say, I think that I might just be in love with you, Blossom.”

Cheryl rolls her eyes, “Wow. Declaring your love to the cat instead of me? Color me jealous.”

“Someone is feeling sassy.” Toni chuckles as she stands in front of the couch. “I think you need cuddles from Blossom.”

“No!” Cheryl exclaims.

“But he’s fluffy and cute.” Toni beams as she extends the kitten.

“I’m good.”

“Just one cuddle?”

Chery panics and barely manages to turn her head as she releases a sneeze, “Toni, get him away. I’m allergic.”

“What?” Toni scoffs as she pulls Blossom back.

“Cats.” Cheryl explains as she once again sneezes delicately into the crook of her elbow. “I’m…I’m allergic to cats.”

“Are you serious?”

“I am.” Cheryl nods, and she scrunches her nose as the sneezes finally begin to subside. “Why do you think my mother made us get rid of Sir Timothy when JJ and I were younger?”

“Cheryl, why didn’t you tell me?” Toni demands.

Cheryl shrugs as she glances lazily down at her painted nails, “I know how much you love the little devil. I didn’t want you to have to get rid of him just because he makes my sneeze.”

“Babe, that’s sweet but really fucking stupid.” Toni scoffs as she carries Blossom to the door and sets him outside the parlor doors. “I love you, and I don’t want you to be miserable because of a cat.”

“But…”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Toni cuts in, and her gaze turns soft as she approaches Cheryl. “Do you want to find him another home?”

“No. It’s fine. Really.” Cheryl assures her. “You adore him and I adore you so he can stay. The little bastard better stay away from me though.”

Toni laughs and leans down to press a kiss to Cheryl’s smiling lips, “You are ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I’m hot.” Cheryl shrugs.

“Very.” Toni hums.

Cheryl sighs happily, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Cheryl doesn’t know why she spoils Toni. She can’t figure out why she can’t just say no to her girlfriend when she asks for ridiculous things. For example, Cheryl is sitting with a stiff back as she stares at the couples that litter the floor and couches of her living room. Somehow Toni convinced her that having a dinner party (or a total boozefest, as Toni called it) with their friends would be a good idea. Honestly, Cheryl is trying not to kill someone. She’s trying to figure out when she began to tolerate Jughead, when she didn’t cringe anytime Betty spoke, and when a bile of disgust didn’t fill her throat at the sight of Archie and Veronica’s PDA. More importantly, she is stumped as to when she willingly became friends with a bunch of Serpents.

“You’re thinking too hard.”

Cheryl sighs, “Fangs is going to break that couch arm.”

“I’ll make him pay for it.” Toni assures her as she plops down into Cheryl’s lap. “Can you relax a little? You look miserable.”

“Not miserable, just puzzled.” Cheryl corrects, and she feels herself relax as she curls her arms around Toni’s waist. “Why did I agree to allow these people into our home?”

“Because these people are our friends.” Toni chuckles. “And because I promised to do that thing with my tongue that you like.”

Cheryl tilts her head in thought, “Good point.”

“Thanks for doing this, babe,” Toni whispers as she presses a kiss to Cheryl’s hairline. “I know you’re not crazy about everyone here, but I really do appreciate you at least trying.”

“Anything for you.” Cheryl replies as she leans her forehead against Toni’s bicep. “How much longer am I going go be forced to endure their company?”

Toni laughs softly, “Well, if Jughead doesn’t stop trying to hide Blossom in his jacket then it’ll be sooner rather than later.”

“Would you like me to threaten him?”

“No. Leave the threatening to me.” Toni smirks, and Cheryl blushes as she feels the heavy gaze of her brown eyes. “Have I told you how beautiful you are today? I feel like I haven’t.”

“You haven’t.” Cheryl shrugs. “So, tell me.”

“You are gorgeous.” Toni breathes out as she reaches up to cup Cheryl’s face. “My beautiful girl. I’m so lucky to have you.”

“Yes, yes you are.” Cheryl nods.

“You are something else, Bombshell.” Toni snorts as she presses her lips against a red painted smirk. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“Because I’m beautiful.” Cheryl drawls.

“Good point. You do make good arm candy.” Toni sighs with a thoughtful expression. “And I know you keep me around because my kisses are magical.”

“Excuse me? Are you five?”

“Nope. Just a badass Serpent with magical kisses that could cure just about any sickness.” Toni chirps with a bright smile. “Wanna see?”

Cheryl rolls her eyes, but she doesn’t protest when Toni cups her face and presses their lips together. Just like every time before, Cheryl melts. She feels her entire being melt into Toni, she feels her heart thudding heavily in her chest and screaming yours, yours, yours and she wants so badly to reach inside herself and pull it free so she can offer it to her girlfriend. Instead, she weaves a hand into pink locks and holds Toni to her. She holds onto the kiss for as long as her lungs will allow, and she knows she’d happily die right now if her lungs chose to wilt because she refused to part from Toni.

“Fuck. Get a room.” Sweet Pea scoffs as he slaps Toni upside the head. “Save that shit for the privacy of your bedroom, alright? No one here wants to be subjected to it.”

“Ah, you know big words.” Cheryl notes.

“Excuse me if I can’t keep my hands to myself. Have you seen my girl, Pea?” Toni shrugs, and she makes a show of sweeping her gaze over swollen lips and shining eyes. “My girl is crazy hot.”

Sweet Pea chuckles, “Tell me something I don’t know, Topaz.”

“Do you want to get your ass beat?” Toni growls as she shifts on Cheryl’s lap so she can glare up at her best friend. “If not then I suggest you keep your beady eyes off my girl.”

“But she’s so nice to look at…”

Cheryl feels Toni tense in her lap and she sighs as her arms drop from around her girlfriend. She already knows what’s going to happen; she knows how Toni and Sweet Pea work, they’re like children around each other. It doesn’t surprise her when Toni scrambles to her feet and Sweet Pea bolts with a loud laugh while Valerie yells for Toni not to kill her boyfriend. Honestly, Cheryl just doesn’t want to have to patch her girlfriend up if things get a little too rough between the pair.

“I’m gonna go kill Pea, okay?” Toni grins.

Cheryl arches an eyebrow, “Try to avoid bloodshed, Nana Rose really is fond of the wallpaper in the halls. She’d be devastated if anything happened to it.”

Toni gives a salute, “Got it, boss.”

“I hope she doesn’t kill my boyfriend.” Valerie frowns as she approaches Cheryl. “He’s kind of cute, and he’s my ride home.”

Cheryl smirks as she hears Sweet Pea’s deep scream, “That’s my girl.”

Cheryl thinks Blossom is tolerable. He definitely isn’t as cute as he once was, especially since Blossom is suddenly Toni’s favorite thing. He takes every second of her free time, and Cheryl is starting to realize him causing her to sneeze and her eyes to swell isn’t her only problem with him. Now, it is more about the alone time he is managing to steal from them; it’s amazing what the little kitten has done to their once active sex life.

With a pout, Cheryl turns in the computer chair she is sat in to watch Toni’s scratch at the top of Blossom’s head. She can almost sense the enjoyment the little heathen is feeling as he purrs in a rhythmic fashion and arches into her touch. Cheryl wishes she was arching into Toni; they have the entire evening to themselves, no homework or mysteries to solve, but Toni refuses to part with Blossom. Or Blossom refuses to part with Toni. At this point, Cheryl can’t really tell who is more obsessed with who.

Her gaze runs freely over her girlfriend and she takes in the sweats and messy bun, and falls in love all over again. It’s almost a crime how good Toni looks in a pair of sweats, she wishes she could pull the look off. Or maybe she just wishes she could just just pull Toni’s sweats off. A ball of heat settles in her stomach as she shifts in her chair and dances her eyes over the long lashes that settle on Toni’s cheeks with every blink and to where her lips are curled up into a loving lopsided grin. A mixture of annoyance and arousal hits her as she flexes her jaw and glares once more at the kitten.

It’s been almost two weeks since she’s had an actual moment alone with Toni and she can feel her body ache with need. Her girlfriend is addicting, and Cheryl needs her fix. All she needs to do is get rid of that ridiculous cat and the rest will be a breeze. With a harsh breath, Cheryl gracefully stands and moves to sweep a hand under Blossom before she carries him to the bathroom door and sets him inside; the kitten meows on the opposite side but she ignores it in favor of crossing the room to sweep her arms around her confused girlfriend.

“Why’d you do that? Babe, you need to take a Benadryl. You touched him.” Toni frowns even as she curls her arms around Cheryl’s neck. “I’m serious, Cheryl.”

“I really don’t care right now, the Benadryl can wait until I’m done.” Cheryl mumbles as she tugs at the zipper on Toni’s jacket and presses a lingering kiss to her lips. “Right now, all I need is you.”

Toni laughs softly against her mouth as their lips move lazily together, “Seriously? You just wanna get laid?”

“You drive me crazy, and I miss you. My allergies be damned right now.” Cheryl sighs as she drops her lips to bare shoulders while she tosses a grey jacket over her shoulder.

Toni continues to laugh even as Cheryl lowers onto the bed and small hands bury themselves in her hair and pull her close. For a moment, the desperation melts away as their kisses deepen and her fingers play at the string of her sweats. Just as hands glide under her shirt, Cheryl abruptly pulls away from Toni in order to turn her head and sneeze. And just like that, her eyes begin to burn as she rolls away from Toni to hide a sneeze.

“That’s what I thought.” Toni grumbles as she leans over to press a kiss to Cheryl’s shoulder. “I’m gonna grab you a Benadryl and glass of water.”

Cheryl whines in disappointment as Toni slides off the bed and moves to slip into the bathroom, and Blossom is quick to slip between her legs and into the room. A glare appears on her face as she rubs at her eyes, and Blossom slowly crosses the room and makes eye contact with her before he curls himself into the depths of a dress that Cheryl abandoned earlier.

“You’re evil.”

Blossom simply closes his eyes and leaves Cheryl with her itchy eyes and an ache that her girlfriend left unsatisfied.

Yeah, she hates that cat.

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Nauseous ~James Conrad~

Summary: You and James have history working together on cases and your constant banter quickly takes a turn when you both get placed on the same assignment to Skull Island and both of your lives are threatened.

Warnings: None really maybe a little bit of angst? It is the scene where they face off with the storm and Kong?

“Slivko. You must be kidding me?” you uttered as the young soldier turned and smirked back at you. You carried your various camera bags, slung over both shoulders.

“Have a problem with flying?” he questioned, as you stared at the helicopters on the deck, the ominous and dark clouds creeping closer.

Insanity was what this was. Insanity.

You then proceeded to glare at Mills who was laughing rather boisterously next to you.

“Y/N, you’ll be fine.” he reassured as you followed both of them towards the chopper.

“I don’t have a problem with flying, just a problem with directly flying into a storm.” you stated and they both laughed, slipping into their own seats. But you couldn’t prevent the eye roll from escaping you as your orbs landed on Captain James Conrad.

You slid into your seat and muttered under your breath, “Oh of course.”

“Good morning to you as well Y/N.” he smirked.

You flashed him a plastic smile as you tightened your seatbelt.

You didn’t particularly like him- he was a complete know it all and a flirt. He thought because he had nice eyes, beautifully carved muscles, a jaw line that was bound to slice if touched and because he knew his way around a gun every girl would swoon over him.

“Keep Dreaming” you had once said to him, in the Venezuelan rainforest, when he started with you, and he had proceeded to your colleague.

You had worked with him many times in the past and this is how you’ve come to dislike him rather passionately. Because one you were stubborn and two it was James ‘Know It All’ Conrad.

You saw it, how he loved the attention of these girls and you weren’t going to be one of them.

On your first assignment you were working as a photojournalist and you were send to Uganda and Rwanda to photograph the interactions between gorillas and the traditional tribes and how they still co-existed with each other.

And Captain James Conrad was the individual who directed your expedition.

That journey was very interesting, he saw you in a light not most people get to you see you in.

Desperate, exhausted and sick.

You shivered at the thought. You had picked up some sort of parasitical infection the third day into hiking and you became very sick. Barely being able to walk a few steps before feeling faint and throwing up all of the contents that your stomach allowed.

He was all in all immensely considerate and helped you- more than you would’ve liked to admit the entire trip through.

But all you could recall was the flirting with your colleague as you were literally throwing up on the side of the track.

“How have you been?” he questioned, tightening his own belt.

“I’ve been great.” you smirked and he shook his head.

“I see nothing has changed.” he declared.

“You bet.” you stated.

“At least your not throwing up.” he stated and your head snapped to him. You lifted your eyebrow as his eyes laughed,

“-yet.”

“You are very funny James.” you retorted and he smiled.

“You should know that by now what is this? Our 4th expedition together?.” he cockily stated as you shook your head.

“It looks like it.” you managed over the drone of the choppers.

Suddenly Slivko turned,

“Buckle up.” he yelled over the noise that the chopper was making. You nodded but you were already strapped in.

“This is insanity, you know that!” you yelled to James.

“A little adventure wouldn’t kill you Y/L/N” he crooned and you swallowed heavily as you felt the chopper shift, preparing for the lift.

“Hold on!” Slivko yelled and you glanced at James who was smiling at Slivko.

“To what?” you yelled back and they burst into laughter.

“Oh shit.” your voice came as the chopper shifted again.

“I love this kid.” James voice echoed and you shook your head dismissing him.

Then the lift came. Your stomach lifted to your throat as you instinctively closed your eyes and gripped onto the seat.

“C’mon Y/L/N, don’t tell me this scares you? You’ve braved cannibalistic tribes in the Amazon, literally have thrown yourself in the line of fire in the Gaza Strip and you have contracted a deadly parasitical virus that should’ve killed you. You can’t possibly be scared?” James taunted.

Your eyes opened and it met his smiling eyes and his know it all expression.

“I don’t have time for this-” but before you continued an unexpected drop made you seize all action and clench onto whatever was solid, and close enough to reach. But ‘it’ squeezed back.

You had instinctively grabbed onto James’ hand and boy, oh, boy was he loving it.

“We are going to be okay” he called over the noise of the storm swirling outside, my eyes opened briefly, as he leaned forward to ask Slivko something.

“Y/L/N, if you want to throw up we have barf bags.” his voice came and your eyes shot open in fury.

“Listen, don’t you see what is going on around us. We are flying directly into a storm. This shit is crazy, as in bat-shit crazy. We are going to die, we don’t even know if this goddammed Island is on the other side!” You called out, as the chopper dropped again.

“Your not going to die Y/N, I promise. We’ll make it out of this.” he reassured and you nodded slightly- barely.

The roughness of the ride picked up its pace. The storm tugging violently at the chopper, playing with it like a rag doll. Bullets of sweat drizzled down Slivko’s neck as their Captain barked orders over the radio.

You squeezed violently onto James’ hand but it seemed that he didn’t mind.

But as soon as the unbearable panic rose in your chest, it suddenly disappeared. Sun light filled the chopper and the angry and violent wind was suddenly gone, a friendly breeze whipping your hair around.

A cheerful cry burst from Slivko and you turned to look at James.

“I should’ve bet on it.” he retorted and you quickly let go of his hand.

“Okay Cap, you finally figured it out. Something I’m scared of feel free to use this as a taunting mechanism instead of the throwing up incident.”

He chuckled, “But that is the best one, you know Y/L/N, it was constant”

You leaned forward allowing your foot to dangle over the edge of the chopper as you rolled your eyes at James who was chuckling deeply.

The beauty of the lush forest beneath you captivatingly beautiful. The island was truly amazing, out of this world as it was decorated with different peaks, summits and heights of the rock lighting an excitement within you like no other.

“Have you ever seen anything like this James?” you breathed, your camera clicking away at not only the island but the fast birdlife that was swerving in the air. When no reply came, you turned to see what the Captain was doing and you smiled slightly.

He was staring intently at the forestry beneath him as a small smile splayed on his lips but before you could utter a word the radio cut you off the boys’ officer barking orders.

As the choppers split up it left you all isolated and defenceless. You wanted to protest but James warning glance told you not to bother- not with them. It was not until they started dropping the scientific contraptions that mimicked violent and destructive bombs it was clearly damaging to the pristine environment but it pissed something off, something big, angry and dangerous.

“James!” you called out as his head snapped to you.

“What the hell is that?” you questioned seeing the outline of a monstrous creature towering in front of you. Eye level with the chopper. James mouth hung agape but before he could respond the horror got worse, more life threatening.

A palm tree flew like a spear straight through the helicopter that hovered next to you sending it pummelling to the ground along with all of its passengers. Your helicopter flew to dodge the paws of the creature pulling the other helicopters from the sky like toys.

Your eyes landed on James as his jaw tensed, trying to think of a logical plan but when you turned back to the outside you wished desperately you hadn’t.

“No!” you yelled out as you saw bodies falling from mid-air and flames licking away at the destroyed helicopters on the ground but the creature, the enormous gorilla was relentless and brutal in its approach.

“Pull out!” James called out, “Pull out!”

But Slivko turned, “I don’t take orders from you.”

Your eyes fumed with anger.

“Slivko we are going to die! Pull out and listen to him!” you angrily called out but it was too late. Those massive, pus yellow eyes connected with your helicopter and its hans clasped around the helicopter sending it plummeting to the earth.

You felt James’ hand find yours in the spiralling mess. He pulled you tightly to his chest, the misplacement of equipment allowing your closeness. Your face nestled in his neck.

“Hold on to me.” he whispered distracting you from the ominous and frightening whistle of the helicopter spiralling out of control, and before Slivko could yell anything, you knew you had already braced for the impact. In the chaos you looked up to James and his eyes connected with yours.

Terror and fear was all that you saw and you knew there was a slim chance that you were going to get out of this- alive.

“Brace for impact!” Slivko yelled out as our bodies were slung in different directions. James’ gripped tightened around your frame but it was too late.

You thought about James’ slender fingers gripping you tightly to his body, the small amount of safeness that was left in that dammed helicopter was in his arms and he chose you to be there. The helicopter came to a halt as the dull thud echoed through earth. The naked flames surrounded you as the heat licked at your bare skin. Everything was a blur that eventually turned dark.

“Y/N!” A voice called but it sounded distant as if it was behind a wall of water. You noticed you were in complete darkness. Tearing your eyes open, the blurry vision of the world around you slowly came into focus. A person was towering over you as you felt softness surround your body.

“Y/N c’mon darling!” a voice yelled much clearer pulling you from your unconsciousness. Your eyes opened wide as you gasped for air.

“There you go, sweetheart.” James’ voice filled your ears as you coughed at the fresh air that filled your lungs. He slowly eased you upright rubbing circles slowly on your back. You had been carried a few metres away from the burning helicopter and laid down on the soft grass to recover from your terrible landing.

Slivko stood a few metres away from you pacing but as soon as he registered your movement he halted.

“Thank God.” he breathed, allowing a stiff breath to escape his body. Mills was trying to get the remote communication system working your eyes wandered to James. He smiled slightly and nodded.

“We need to salvage as much as we can from the chopper Slivko. We need to keep moving. We don’t know what the hell else is on this island.” James ordered, retreating from his kneeling position next to you.

You grabbed onto his arm and he immediately kneeled once more.

“Y/N?” he questioned worry lacing his facial expression. His hand cupped your face.

“Don’t leave me, please.” you breathed a splitting headache cutting through your head. His blue-green eyes enveloping your own, his other hand gently placed on your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t leave you even if someone paid me to Y/N. My promise still stands, we are going to make it off this island alive.” he reassured removing his hand from your cheek to squeeze both your shoulders tightly as you nodded.

“We both are” his voice adamantly informed.

“Plus who am I going to annoy if you die on all of our future missions together?” he questioned sarcastically hoisting you carefully from the ground allowing you to slowly find your feet.

“Life”

“Threatening”

“Situation”

You breathed indicating around you, he chuckled deeply.

“And there it is, there is the Y/N, I know” he chuckled. You shook your head silently as you started wandering around the crash site to salvage anything that might’ve survived.

“Hey” James called. You quickly turned to see where he had kneeled and picked a few things up.

“What James?” you persisted in slight annoyance

“You hit your head pretty hard, you most likely concussed yourself, so if at any point you feel...” he started, lifting a barf bag high in the air,

“Nauseous you need to tell me”

You rolled your eyes as a chuckle escaped from James as he turned and continued to pick up stray bits and pieces. This was going to be a whole new level of danger and crazy but Captain James Conrad equalled that and you couldn’t be more thankful that he was here.

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