#and maybe a clear abdomen showing wires and such

[ouroboroboros]

for me the most important thing would be interchangeable parts so I could change the body based on vibes tbh

What do you want ur robot body to be like, friends?

[faexfilms]

i need need NEED whiny, whimpery, desperate nerd!anakin. like yes baby, you’ve never felt the touch of a woman, i’ll ride you like a cowgirl now🙏🙏

Ask and you shall receiveeee<3

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pairing: reader/nerd!anakin

a/n: Oml I don’t know how this ended up so long. Also this isn’t proofread so ignore any mistakes.

You almost didn’t know what to think when Anakin offered to tutor you. He sat beside you in class, more often than you had realized. Kept his eyes on you longer that you had even paid attention to, yourself in your own little world. But when he kept noticing your inability to focus in class, your dwindling grades shown on the papers and short assignments you submitted being handed back to you, he couldn’t even help himself from inserting himself into your little world.

So when you had agreed on a whim, you didn’t know what to expect. You and Anakin had never really talked much, occasional glances here and there, maybe asking to borrow a pencil every once in a while but that didn’t prepare you for the two of you being alone together.

You had almost forgot about his offer until he showed up at the door of your campus apartment late in the afternoon, some apology on his pretty plump lips about being caught up with his roommate. His blonde curls a mess on his head as if he had been dragging his fingers through it, the button up he had been wearing all day hanging loosely off of his body, even when it was usually all put together and tucked into his pants.

Your fingers played with the doorknob to your apartment door, a sudden wave of nervousness washing through you as you let him in. The black lacey tanktop you wore suddenly feeling too small, too bare without something to cover the pieces of your skin. But when you noticed the way his eyes traveled your body, you felt it go away…

The words spoken from his lips falling on deft ears, the numbers and names passing through his pink lips all being forgotten as you watched him struggle slightly. His fist clenched gently around the pencil within his hand, the small glances across your bare shoulders and the nervous looks back to papers in front of him. The way that he couldn’t help but let his eyes travel the curve of your breasts, a small stutter escaping him as he cleared his throat. Letting a small deep laugh fall from his lips, making you laugh softly too even if you found your own self distracted by him.

God, why didn’t you see this all before?

He was beautiful, more that you had given him credit for. Even with the wire-framed glasses sitting atop his face, shielding parts of his eyes, the deep blue of his irises drew you in. The way his pupils dilated as he looked you in the eyes, as his eyes traveled down your body. You didn’t understand why you hadn’t truly seen him before…

Maybe that’s how you ended up the way you did.

Stopping him mid sentence, the words halting from his lips as you dragged your fingertips gently down his forearm. Heat pooling in the pit of your abdomen at the small inhale he took simply at your touch. The way he looked so confused and flustered down at you as you touched him, your innocent doe eyes staring up at him as if you were doing nothing wrong. Looking as if you were simply waiting for him to finish explaining whatever he was talking about…But then you got impatient.

“Can I be honest with you, Anakin?” You asked softly, your dark eyes meeting his own as your fingertips traveled down to his wrist. Grazing against the soft skin near the sleeve of his shirt, loosely grabbing ahold of him. Watching as his eyes darted down to where you made contact with him, his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest little look of confusion.

He blinked as if he didn’t believe this was happening, looking as your fingers wrapped around his wrist, the way you were leaning into his body. The curve of your breasts visible from the hem of your tanktop. Two small peaks pushing out from underneath the dark fabric, Anakin wasn’t even sure if he remembered how to breathe in that moment, nevertheless remember how to form words…

He nodded so fast as soon as his brain started working again, his eyes fixated on your body. The curve of your hips, the way the long skirt you were wearing was riding a slit up your thigh. God, he couldn’t find the words when it came to you.

You couldn’t help the small curve to your lips, your eyes traveling the expanse of his face, enjoying all of this too much. He was so easy toy with. One glance, one movement, a few words escaping you and he was already yours… Even if he didn’t know it yet…

“I’m having a little trouble focusing…I don’t know why, I don’t know if it’s just because I’m sort of in a mood but I don’t really think we should study anymore tonight.” You said innocently, tilting your head softly as your fingertips grazed his own. Traveling the back of his hand, grazing the rough but soft skin of his palms. The words soft like velvet and forming on your tongue so easily, almost as easy as it was to make Anakin stop all together.

His eyebrows furrowed intensely, his eyes blinking faster than he could even take in what was going on…Your fingers on his own, your touch against his body. The way he watched the fall and rise of your chest across your skin, his breaths much more shallow than your own. What are you doing to him?

His eyes could barley meet your own, not when you were toying with him like this. He knew your game but he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. Why him? Why now? This couldn’t be happening…

“W-what would we do instead? Of studying I mean…” He muttered out, a small shake of his head at the way all the thoughts were pouring through his head. Too many, too fast. Too many possibilities and yet he still only wanted one.

You couldn’t help but let out a soft little laugh, your eyes meeting his own once again. Burning into his, feeding that desire that filled him. Drawing in further and further out in him. He always wanted you, there was no secret in that for him. But now, he couldn’t even describe it.

That draw he felt towards you, like a moth to a flame he followed you. He couldn’t stand his day without seeing you even if you didn’t see him back. He knew you even when you didn’t want to be known…He knows you enough, felt you enough that you didn’t even have to say the words on the tip of your tongue. That very alive desire that lived in you, that was burning beneath your skin, he felt too. He could feel it on you. That burning touch as your fingertips grazed his skin, the heat of you gaze falling across his lips. It was a miracle he didn’t give all of himself to you then…

Anakin couldn’t fight the pathetic little moan that slipped from his throat as your lips finally met his. His hands eagerly making their way up you body as you settled onto his lap, neither one of you wanting to take this slow. The taste of your lips, your sweet scent filling his nose, it was enough to drive him mad.

“Please…” He begged, his voice so soft and airy as he pulled away from your lips for the slightest moment. His warm breath fanning you lips, his hardening cock protruding so painfully from the confines of his light pants. Dragging and pushing up against you with movements of your body against him, struggling underneath the tightness of his belt.

He needed you…There was no sense in denying that.

His whiny little voice brought a small smile to your lips, only egging on your want to tease him. To make him bend and snap to your will as you knew he would so easily do for you. Even if you knew what he wanted, even if he asked so nicely, nothing could make you give him anything so easily. That small break in his voice, the breathless words falling from his lips. It was all worth it to deny him even if you could give him all he wanted so easily.

“Please what, baby?” You questioned him softly, your voice taunting him as you traced your thumb so gingerly over the side of his cheek so sweetly. Acting as if you cared so dearly for him even if you weren’t yet giving him what he so desperately wanted from you.

He spoke your name like curse from his lips, the softness of his skin underneath your fingertips as you chuckled at his frustration. Only drawing him closer and closer to the precipice of insanity as his hands bunched up in the fabric of your black tank-top, his fingers brushing up against your hips. Completely ignoring the way your skirt bunched up around your thighs, just solely fixated on your lips and the heat between your legs that rested against him. His lips drawing closer and closer to your own because he couldn’t get enough of you. His palms wrapping around the curves of your hips, dragging them against his clothed cock. A small whimper escaping his lips at the warmth of your core even through the layers between you. His lips just barely grazing your own.

The suddenness of his movements caught you off guard, a small pleasured gasp making its way out of your lips at the friction between your legs, your body falling into his movements, your mind dizzied with the way he felt against your heat.

He chased after your lips with his own, the heat of his breath fanning against you as his eyes burned into your body. So eager, so desperate to taste you, to feel you…

But you couldn’t let him go so easily…

You tilted your head gently away from his lips, watching his face change as he pouted silently. His pretty plump lips closing around nothing in defeat as his eyes left the gaze of your lips and looked dazed into you own. Not missing the way his tongue darted out and licked his bottom lip, wetting it as his tried to connect your lips again. Silently daring you to meet his tongue with your own, to have your tongue against his lips.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you babydoll?” You questioned softly, a small curve to your lips as your fingers brushed his messy curls away from his forehead. Your left hand burying itself into the curls at the back of his head, brushing your fingers through it.

He let out a small disgruntled sound at your words, feeling so humiliated to be beneath you like this. Begging for any ounce of attention, for more of your touch. Your lips…But at the same time, he couldn’t deny the fire it lit inside of him. The burning feeling he felt all the way down his body, his cock twitching in his boxers at the mere sound of your voice.

He nodded, not trusting himself to open his lips but still a small whimper escaped him anyway.

“Then use your words…For me?” You gingerly asked him, his pupils blown as he stared up at you. Nodding again in acknowledgement. “Now what is it you want, Ani?”

“To-to use me…Please…I need you.” He pleaded.

“Use you? You poor little thing…You want me bad, baby, don’t you?” You teased him, you fingertips caressing his face as you looked down at him. You were so in awe of him, the way he begged so nicely for you. The way he gave into you so easily. He liked so pretty beneath you that you couldn’t even resist his words.

You guided his hands to the buttons of his shirt, watching his nervous hands fumble with them. His eyes flickering up at you as his chest heaved shallow breaths. The sight of him struggling so obviously made you smile, you hands clasping over his own and getting them done in half the time. Your lips molding over his, his tongue eagerly meeting yours.

There was something about the way he pulled off you rshirt, his hands nervously tracing up your ribs. Clasping over your breasts as he kneaded them within his hands, his mouth gently sucking and tasting each one. Eager eyes meeting your own before you pulled him back into our lips. Kissing him all teeth and tongue as you grasped him within your hand. Running your fist down his warm length, your thumb tracing over to sweet drops of precum at his tip. Trying to contain yourself as you felt him pulse within your palm.

The way he writhed as you let beads of your spit fall onto his length was enough to make you go dizzy. Obsessed with the way he pulled his hips back from it but also bucked himself into your hands, a small moan falling from his lips as a small sheen of sweet coated his forehead. The corners of his glasses fogged up ever so slightly because of the heat of your bodies, the warm breaths he struggled to contain between his lips.

He stilled completely when you slid down on his length, his whole body tensing at the feel of your heat wrapping around him. Suffocating his cock, your warm velvety walls draping him in your slick. He was afraid to move, afraid to make a sound besides the small struggled cry that escaped his throat as your hips met his own. The feel of you driving him so much closer to what both of you were chasing and he was far from ready yet. He didn’t want to disappoint you.

Anakin’s hands clutched your bare thighs, fingertips pressing into your skin. Holding you in place while you let out a small pleasured gasp as he bottomed out inside of you. Your eyes met his as you felt your hips connect, both of you lost in the feeling of your bodies meeting.

Your fingertips made their way up the bare expanse of his chest, gently caressing his skin. Feeling his body relax into your movements, him looking up at your eyes. Watching the way you cared for him in the way your fingers slid across his body, the way your eyes met his own. He knew he would never be able to move on from this, to think of anyone else this way. Not when you felt so good around him, not when you buried his length so deep inside of you... He was yours, completely and utterly yours…

“Relax baby, you’re such a good boy…” You praised him, your fingertips brushing across the the soft skin of his cheek before you gently took of his glasses. Setting them on your nightstand before you looked back down at him, a new look passing across Anakin’s eyes before his lips parted. His hips bucking into your own, drawing out a soft moan from both of your lips.

You braced yourself on his shoulder, drawing your hips slowly together. Fixating on where he ended and you began, feeling the heat flow from his body into your own. You loved the way he kept closing his eyes ever so softly as you slid down against him, his body lost in the newfound pleasure you gave him. So utterly lost in the feel of you, your body molding against his.

You drew your lips together as you started riding him at a faster pace, a whimper against your lips as your tongue slid across his. Tasting him on your lips, wanting so desperately to be a part of him, to be closer to him than his pulsing cock inside of you. In your frenzied haze, through the small moans falling through your lips, it hardly felt like enough. To be this close to him drove you crazy but you couldn’t help but want more. More of his body meeting your own, more of his pretty cries against your lips.

You couldn’t get enough of the way his eyebrows furrowed as your hips met, his eyes clenching shut as you started to become too much for him. Not being able to focus on anything else but the way he fit inside you so perfectly as you wrapped around him. His pretty lips open and ready and you couldn’t help but bring your teeth against his bottom lip, biting the skin softly as he groaned into your mouth. Bucking his hips into yours.

That burning coil inside the pit of your abdomen kept getting stronger and stronger, lost in the way he felt against you. Lost in the way he looked so pretty beneath you as his cock pulsed inside of you, him not being able to hold back the sounds of pleasure coming from the depths of his throat.

Both of you were so close, chasing the high of each others bodies. Chasing the warmth that filled you as he hit that spongy spot deep inside of you. Moans falling from your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Moaning into each others mouths as you both gave yourselves to the desire that burned through you

Anakin’s lips parted as he grasped your hips, looking up at you between furrowed brows, nibbling at his lip as he tried to hold himself back. “Don’t stop…Fuck.”

The sound of the curse falling from his lips drove you wild, your cunt clenching around him as you felt his body intense beneath you. The muscles of his abdomen contracting as he bucked his hips into yours, brushing his hips into yours as he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. A struggled gasp coming out of both of your lips as shots of his warm cum filled you.

You couldn’t help but cry softly as his cum filled your walls, contracting around him at the sheer and utter filthiness of it. Meeting the peak of your own release as you buried him so deep inside of you, coaxing both of you through your orgasm. Burying your fingernails into the skin of his back, loving the small little hiss he let out. The small involuntary cry that fell out of both of your lips as his hips moved on their own accord and bucked back into your cunt when your bodies were still so sensitive.

Both of you tried to regain your breaths, your bare bodies clasped to one another’s. His arms loosely held over your waist, your hands resting against his chest as you rested your forehead against his as you tried to calm down your beating heart. Finally pulling away to look down at him, his eyes looking so deeply into yours. A bunch of emotions swirling around in his, his lips parted as his breaths started to become less shallow, feeling the rise and fall of his chest underneath your fingertips.

You couldn’t up the corner of your lips as it upturned, a small smile making way onto your lips as you looked down at him. “You look so pretty like this…”

Your words were enough for him to smile back, a small deep chuckle falling from his pretty plump lips as he looked back up at you. Everything said in his eyes, everything said in his body still against yours.

He was yours…

[landosgirl97]

Heart Rate - Bradley Bradshaw

A/N: This could maybe have a part 2 if y’all want one. Let me know.

After Bradley and Maverick got back from the uranium mission and after a massive celebration on the tarmac, they sent Mav and Bradley to the local base hospital. After they were both ejected from aircrafts, it was Navy policy that they be evaluated regardless of if they looked fine or not. So, when they two men had showered and changed, they were driven to the hospital to be checked out. Maverick went first, leaving Bradley alone in the waiting room. “Bradley?” He heard a voice call. He turned around in his seat and saw a beautiful young nurse, (Y/E/C) shining and hair down, but partially pinned back out of her face. She had on seafoam colored, hospital given scrubs, that somehow hugged her body really well. She called again, “Bradley?” He stood, making his way toward her. “You’re Bradley?” He nods his head slowly, following you back so he’s sitting on the gurney behind a curtain. “So, please state your full name and date of birth before we get started.” He does, and you hand him a gown. “Ok, change out of your clothes and into the gown. You can keep you boxers on, I’ll be back here in a few minutes to get your vitals.” He just nods as you leave the room, closing the curtain behind her. Bradley let out a breath he had been holding and shook his head.

You knocked on the doorframe and heard a shaky, “come in”. You made your way inside, putting hand sanitizer on and walking toward him. “You seem nervous. I take it that you don’t spend much time in hospital?” He huffs out a laugh. “Nope. I spend most of my time in the air or at the Hard Deck.” You raise a brow. “Oh? Are you one of those naval aviator heroes from today?” A blush crossed his cheeks as he looked down, fiddling with the edge of the gown and nodding. “Wow, I’m honored to be working with you! So, first we are going to check you oxygen level and pulse, then I’ll move on to your blood pressure, then the doctor will come in and do a physical and you’re free to go! It should be quick and painless!” He nods, letting you hook him up to the wires and monitors and the bed. He clears his throat, “So, how long have you been a nurse?” You smile down at the cords you’re attaching lead patches to him to check his heart rhythm and rate. “Well, four almost five years in May.” He raises his eyebrow. “How old are you?” You chuckle. “I’m 25, almost 26.” He shakes his head and watches as you finish with the leads. “Ok Bradley, I need to untie the back of your gown for a moment so I can place these on your chest. Is that okay?” He nods his head, leaning forward for you to untie it. He shrugs the gown lower on his shoulders so it falls lower, showing his chest. Your breath hitches as you take in the sight before you. A very toned chest and abdomen with taut muscles and little tufts of chest hair. When he moves his arms to pull them out of the sleeves, you have to stop yourself from drooling at the sight of his biceps tensing. You don’t realize you’ve been caught staring unto your eyes trail up his neck, his sharp jawline and red cheeks to meet his eyes. You clear your throat, hoping he didn’t catch you staring for too long and you begin to tear the backs off of the leads. “Ok, so I’m going to place these on your chest and ribs, and then we will check your heart rate. Bradley was hoping you didn’t notice the goosebumps that raised on his skin when you touched his chest. You turned around to turn the monitor on, noticing the beeping immediately. “Looks like one of the leads isn’t securely on. I’m going to need to fix it. Is that okay?” Bradley nods again, gulping as your hands move back to his chest. You listened as you fixed the lead again, waiting for the dinging to stop. It did, but his heart rate increased rapidly. You turned to look at the monitor, “Hmm, your heart rate is pretty high, we are going to have to monitor that. Let me get your blood pressure and then I’ll get doctor.” You walk to him, wrapping the cuff around his large bicep and pressing the button for his blood pressure. You hear the cuff start to inflate and walk back to your computer, inserting his vitals for the doctor to see when she comes in. When his blood pressure reading is on the screen, you insert it into the computer and walk back to Bradley. “Okay Lieutenant, I’ll be back in a bit. Here’s your call light if you need anything.” “Thank you…” “Y/N.” You finish for him, smiling and walking out the curtain to get Dr. Brady. You let doc know about his heart rate and had her head in to check on him, sitting at your computer to finish some charting.

Some time later, Dr. Brady poked her head out of the curtain. “Y/N, can you come help me for a second?” I wondered what she needed my help with but proceeded anyway. I walked in the room and noticed her bandaging some small cuts on his face. “Okay, Lieutenant, that’s one side down, let’s get this other one finished and we will let you leave.” He nods, watching the doctor hand you some bandages. “Can you add some Steri-strips over that gash on his eyebrow?” I look at her curiously and she just smirked at you before continuing her work. You worked on a pair of gloves,then carefully took the Steri-strips off the packaging and made sure his skin was lined up correctly before placing them down. You hadn’t noticed that his heart rate shot back up with your hands on him again, but he had as he held his breath waiting for you to notice. You never did, but Dr. Brady did. When she finished with his other side, she pulled you aside. “I think I’ve figured out the heart rate problem..” she stated, looking at you expectantly. You looked at her curiously. “Without an EKG or anything? You’re good! What is it?” She rolls her eyes at your obliviousness and grips both of your shoulders lightly. “It’s you. When you’re in the room, especially touching him, it skyrockets. It was fine the whole time I was in there until I called you back in.” You looked at her stunned. “There’s no way that’s true.” She shakes her head and hands you a pen. “He has discharge instructions that need printed. I suggest you add your phone number to the bottom of that paperwork.” She winks at you and makes her way to the next patient.

It wasn’t until Bradley left the hospital with Maverick that he checked his paperwork. A large smile spreading across his face when he realized what was happening.

Y/N

789-234-0123

Call me, Lieutenant. Xx

[sasa-gay-yo]

Levi Gives You A Promise Ring

Request / Summary:  Levi worried about reader before a scouting mission (maybe they were hurt in the last one or something), and to make him feel better about it he gives reader a promise ring?

Timeline: Pre-Season 1 

Warnings: some swearin’ and suggested NSFW 

Art Credits: AoT 

He had called you into his office to try and convince you to stay back for today’s expedition. Walking to that dark, stuffy office, you were thinking about the numerous arguments you could give him that would make your place on the expedition team solid. You were a squadron leader. You were one of the best fighters that the Scouts had currently. Levi couldn’t hold you back just because you two had a relationship. How was he supposed to assign you to his elite squad next week when he can’t even let you go on a simple expedition?

However, you knew why he was worried about letting you go today. Last expedition you were injured by an abnormal. A new recruit was shellshocked by seeing his first titan and was easily grabbed off of his horse and body thrown towards the titan’s mouth like a snack. You swung through, shoving the boy out of the way, and your ODM line was caught by the titan. If you were to survive, you’d have to cut one of the wires and fall about forty feet to the ground. Levi watched helplessly as your body fell, but not before you sliced into the titan’s ankles.

Miche was the first one to reach you and pull the abnormal’s dead, limp body off of you. Levi came next, frowning at the fact that you were laughing at your bad fortune. The new recruit was also looking at you like you were crazy, and Levi made them run laps for that after their return. Levi, not able to show care in public, watched helplessly as Miche took you on his horse and cared for you until they returned from the expedition. Miche had done Levi’s job. In the HQ’s makeshift hospital, he watched as Hange wrapped feet after feet of bandages around your middle. Broken ribs and a sprained ankle and wrist. Still, he couldn’t come near you while Hange and Erwin were laughing at your jokes. He just had to sit back and watch the others care for you. At that moment, he decided that you wouldn’t be joining them for next months expedition, but he hadn’t told you of his decision yet. He couldn’t live like that. Always having to watch your risk your life for any member of the Scout’s while he sat on the sidelines.

You, now with a healed ankle and wrist and only a few bruises left on your abdomen, were about to get him to change his mind.

You knocked on his door and a grunt from inside signaled he knew it was you. You opened the door and slid in, closing it behind you. By the way he was sitting in the chair, you knew he was Captain Levi to you right now. Not the man who likes his shoulders massaged after hard training ODM with the new recruits.

“Squad Leader (Y/L/N), thank you for coming on such short notice.” You wanted to roll your eyes at his formality, but you knew that it would give him a reason to actually bar you from the expedition.

“Captain,” you let out, short and sweet so he knew how you were feeling about this meeting. He didn’t smile or smirk at you like he usually did with your sass, he just stared straight ahead thinking. Over and over in his head, he was replaying the image of you falling from the titan hands, your body bounding off the ground on impact. If only you listened to him when he said that it wasn’t your job to save the recruits, then you two wouldn’t be in this position. You crossed your arms, waiting for him to respond.

“I don’t think it to be wise for you to go on this expedition with your injuries still fresh.” He was bullshitting you. If your injuries were still fresh, why did he have you in his bed the day prior? He didn’t care about your injuries when his fingers left bruises on your hips. His secret marks of passion.

“With all due respect, Captain, my injuries have healed, and I’ve been cleared by Hange. I think medical knowledge outweighs your concern. Are you going to not let Petra go on this expedition too when she was injured recently?” He drew his eyebrows in with annoyance, one hand going to rub his temple. Why couldn’t you just listen to him, so he didn’t have to worry about you?

“(Y/F/N) can you just sit out this one, please? Everyone would understand why. There’s no reason to-“

“I thought you said you would never give me preferential treatment, Captain.” Little did he know, his actions when you were injured stung your heart. Even if he felt the need to hide your relationship, that doesn’t mean he can’t care for you as a worried Captain. He just stood there, watching Miche carry you on his horse, no protest or quick jabs of insults. Even when it was only Hange and Erwin, the two people who were already suspicious of you two, he barely looked or responded to your yelps of pain. He would only visit you once a week for five minutes, weary of the others who lay in the cots around you. It hurt you that you were visited by that new recruit whom you hadn’t know existed till you saved him more than your boyfriend, who you’ve known for five years. And now, after all of that, he’s showing whatever kind of concern this is by barring you from the mission?

“Are you upset with me for caring about you?” He had completely transitioned from Captain back into your Levi, but you wouldn’t let him have this moment. Your arms were crossed, jaw clench, and your eyes were boring holes into him. These were all the telltale signs that you were angry, having studied them in secret for years.

“You have no consistency, Captain.” He sighed this time, knowing now exactly what you were talking about. Did you really believe he felt no remorse? That he wasn’t fighting inside himself to go and grab you from Miche’s arms? To put the bandages on you himself since Hange was causing you even more pain with her incompetence?

“You know I cannot express my care for you under the watch of the others. Not only is it for privacy, but your safety could be at risk.” This time you rolled your eyes, loud and clear. He doubted so many of your abilities.

“My ability to defend myself shouldn’t be a problem, Captain, and your ability to just show a little care for me as a fellow soldier shouldn’t either. You can patch up Petra’s wounds, but as soon as I’m hurt, your hands don’t work anymore, it seems.” He slammed his fist against the table at the mentioned of Petra’s name. Why is it always Petra? Oh, yes, besides the fact that she told you that she had feelings for the Captain, why was it her?

“Do you think I don’t feel pain when you’re injured?! Is that it? You don’t think I care about you?!” Now, all formality was off. You were yelling. Hopefully, someone didn’t walk by and ruin Levi’s want for privacy. It was a possibility to, seeing that the expedition is supposed to depart soon.

“If you care you have a funny way of showing it, Levi! Not doing anything when I get injured, not visiting me, not tending to my wounds, only to order me to not go on the expedition?! You know my squad needs me, so you’re being selfish now, but how come you can only be selfish behind this door, huh?” You pointed to the wood behind you, the one you were about to walk out of and slam in his face. It infuriated you that he thought he could assert his control over you like this. If he showed you one ounce of concern while you were hurt or in the medical barracks, maybe, just maybe, you would let him. You would stay behind, sleeping in his fresh sheets, and rest a bit longer. But now, it seemed he was only concerned about you because he was in pain.

He stood up slowly from his desk, eyes still on his fist which connected with the wood.

“How dare you think I don’t care about you. Do you know how much I wanted to go to you? How I wanted to rip those bandaged out of Hange’s hands and do it myself? How I wanted to kill that new recruit for not only causing you harm, but for visiting you and talking about you during training?  I’m suffering inside because I can only hold you at night. I can’t sleep when you’re not with me! Do you know how many days of unrest I got while you stayed in the barracks? I want to tell everyone. I want to get up on that damn table in the lunch hall and announce to your little fucking fan club that you’re mine, goddamn it! But I can’t. You know why? I care about you too much to let the Royal Government put a target on your back because of me! To let everyone know that you’re Captain Levi’s would let those who want to kill me know the same. There’s so many in the Underground who I know would jump at the chance to hurt me, and I’m not ready to let you live through my past mistakes. I’m not ready to let you get hurt in front of me while the only thing I can do is stand and watch!” He was breathing heavy at this point, and you had your hand on your heart. It was beating fast at this sudden burst of emotion. You weren’t used to this Levi. Only in your shared bed would he show a glimpse of what the demons he was truly fighting inside, but now he yelled it loud enough that it Erwin was in his office, he would have heard all of Levi’s soliloquy. The last line. That last line wasn’t about his past or the Underground. That last line was about the expeditions. About watching you fall to the ground before his eyes, the titan falling on top of you.

His breathing hadn’t stabilized, and you couldn’t see his face to know how he was feeling. You couldn’t get a glimpse into what he was thinking.

“Levi,” you said, your voice soft. Had you known all of this previously, this problem wouldn’t have occurred. If only he told you about how you felt, and only if you told him your frustrations with his displays of emotion. Your problems were always about communication. Levi didn’t know how to communicate love to anyone.

“Do you know how many times that scene replays in my mind? You falling? Your body smacking into the ground, rolling as the titan falls on top of you? Over and over. Erwin knows about our relationship because he heard me yell for you when it happened. I shouted my name for you.” Your eyes widened, remembering hearing that. Hearing the name that he gave you behind closed doors be announced over the battlefield. The name that signified his private love for you. The name he never used around anyone, for it being too revealing of his emotion. You thought it was your mind playing tricks on you then. There was no way that the man who turned a cold shoulder to you had shouted that out of the battlefield.

“Erwin knows.” It wasn’t a question, but more of a confirmation to you. Confirming that Levi had told someone on his own accord, even if it was because of a mess up. Someone knew about your relationship, and it lightened some metaphorical load on your shoulders. Erwin knew. The Commander knew and he had a whole month to tell you two that it was against the rules for officers to have certain relationships with each other on the pretense of nepotism. That meant he didn’t care, or rather, he approved.

“I wanted to give you something, at a different time and in a different setting, but I don’t think I can let you leave today without it.” That made you lighten up even more. He was letting you go on the expedition.

“What is it?” He opened the top draw of his desk and dug into it, walking over to you with something in his palm. When he opened his palm, there lie a small circle of green jade. Your heart sped up again, not knowing what this was for.

“Levi…?” You asked breathlessly. You two had only been dating for a few months, so it couldn’t have been that, but you’ve almost never gotten a gift like this from him. It was always tea or some chocolates he brought back from meetings in Mitras. One day, he brought back clothes for you, and you had to tell everyone you bought it in Trost, fighting back to the urge to brag about Levi’s care for you. However, this ring, whatever it was meant for, this wasn’t just something you could lie about or hide in your dresser drawer.

“I read about this in a book. The main character wanted to give something to the person he loved, just so they knew how deep it was. Its a promise. A promise to love you. To care for you. As long as I’m alive. No matter how cold I seem to be on the outside, I care for you. I care so much it hurts. And… and if you’re ever in a situation when you’re doubting me, like the one we are in now, then you have this,” he held it up for you to look at, before grabbing you hand and slipping it on. The jade felt cold against your finger, but you were surprised at the sung fit. Your eyes teared up.

“Levi, it beautiful,” was all you could breathe out. You were on cloud nine, receiving this gift of devotion, but also having him say it out loud. The shouts of the past fifteen minutes had faded in your memory with one touch of this jade. He linked his fingers in yours, holding your hand up so he could see and feel the jade on your finger. He marveled at it too, something inside of his tightening at the thought of a ring on your finger. A ring he had given you.

“I promise to be by your side forever, (Y/F/N).” You looked up at him this time, wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes. Never had anyone in their lives devoted themselves to you like Levi just had. Instead of responding verbally, you pulled his face in, kissing him in the middle of his office. His grip tightened on your hand as you did this, allowing you to feel the passion run throughout your whole body.

A knock at the door had broke you two apart, but your hands were still connected. Erwin’s head popped in slowly, knowing that he might walk into to something very different. He’d seen you stalk off to Levi’s office in a huff, ordering some cadet to hitch your horse for you. Yet, he saw that your hands were connected, and when Levi didn’t push you away from him, hands still together for Erwin to see, your smile radiated enough for Erwin to feel his effects. Good. He needed his two best fighters to be happy again.

“Hurry up, you two. We’re leaving and it’s going to be obvious who’s missing soon.” You were the first to let go, knowing that you’d probably have to feign some innocence for the others. The fan club Levi had mentioned liked to know your every move so they could cater to it. You decided that walking down with Erwin was probably the best bet at secrecy and so you bid Levi a smile goodbye before walking out into the hallway with the Commander.

“I didn’t know he told you, Erwin.” The blonde man huffed once in laughter, looking down at your hand. He recognized that ring, Levi quickly confining with the man about relationship advice. Erwin wouldn’t tell you, it wasn’t his place, but Levi was as eager to finally have someone to talk about your relationship with.

“It was due to a mistake, but yes, he told me. He threatened me as well. A very bold move for a subordinate.” You knew he was only joking, and you lifted your hand up to cover your laugh, imagining Erwin punishing Levi of all people for that.

“I’m sorry on his behalf, Commander.” You reached the door out into the field, everyone getting lined up in their formation to leave. Somehow, Levi was already there, sitting on top of his horse with that same neutral expression. When he saw you and Erwin walk out, it didn’t change at all, but this time it left no sting like it had previous.

“No worries, Squad Leader (Y/L/N). I’m glad the ring fits, he was worried about that.” The wicked smirk that broke across your face was confirmation to Levi that Erwin had told you something about their secret conversations about you. He glared at the blonde as he climbed up on the horse next to him.

“I moved Squad Leader (Y/L/N)’s camp closer up in the middle so you won’t have to worry, Captain.” Erwin purposely said that out loud, the others around them trying to pretend they didn’t hear their Commander’s words. Levi’s glared intensified and he gripped the reigns. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw you mount your horse, only thirty feet away from him.

“Why would I care, Commander? Good for them. Now when they mess up, they can have us to back up their asses,” Levi growled out, trying to make it sound as harsh as possible. That made the others around stop listening, hearing a normal response from their Captain.

“I’m glad it fit, Captain,” Erwin said lowly, starting his horse to walk up to the front of the formation to give a rousing speech. Levi’s expression softened a bit, but he looked forward, testing out angles that made sure you were always in his periphery.

“I am too, Commander.”

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[chilligyu]

info: wen junhui/reader, teen+, soulmate au genre: angst, romance | word ct: 2k warnings: descriptions of injuries, scars, blood, hospitals summary: forever was a powerful word, and it was the only word he could think of when he imagined his soulmate. someone who was just as powerful as she was terrifying. because forever was a powerful word, and it scared him to no end. author's note: please read! this soulmate au deals with soulmarks in the form of injuries. once someone turns 18 their body will be marked with their soulmates scars and they will acquire all of their future injuries (i know it's a little confusing, story explains it better). if talks of scars and blood make you uncomfortable, respectfully, this fic will not be your cup of tea. thank you all!

Forever. Never, in all of Junhui’s life, had he heard a more terrifying word. He hated the permanency of it, the idea of being stuck doing one thing, being with one person. The thought of it alone made his skin itch. He loved being able to get on a train and go absolutely anywhere, loved never being tied down, loved being free. Sometimes he didn’t even know where home was, where he’d be sleeping, and that’s when he was most happy. He couldn’t explain it, nor did he want to.

What scared him most, was what he was destined for, what forever truly meant for him. For years he was told how his life would change, how it would never be the same once he became an adult. And he believed them. No matter how much he hated it, he’d have to be delusional not to. Because he’d been watching it play out on his skin since he turned 18. He’d been watching his body pucker with scars, little nicks here and there, for the better part of four years. A thin line across the back of his hand, a surgical scar on his stomach, it was so nerve-wracking. Because he hadn’t been injured.

His soulmate had, and he was a first-hand witness.

That was the sad existence he was left with, the one he’d been running from for years. He lived in a world where everyone was covered in the injuries and scars of their soulmate. Your body wasn’t a canvas of your own life, it was the story of someone else’s. And God Junhui hated that more than anything. That his life wasn’t his own anymore and there was nothing he could do about it.

It all became real for him when he came home from school on his 18th birthday. He shouldered off his bag and was getting ready to shower when he saw the bright pink mark on his stomach. A little thing, only two inches in length, half an inch wide, almost completely negligible. At first, he was confused, then scared, and finally—mortified.

No. He said to himself as he inspected the scar. Please tell me this is a lie.

For years he stared at his own body, repulsed and confused by the injuries that kept cropping up. His friends would laugh at the little marks, claiming that his soulmate was a complete klutz. Still, he refused to acknowledge it. He didn’t care what sort of scar showed up on his body, he refused to care. He refused to think about the one person who was tied to his entire existence. No matter what they were going through. He didn’t care when the eight inch gash appeared on his arm, nor did he care when he saw the surgical scar sprawled across his knee. It was just skin, scar tissue and skin. It didn’t mean anything.

Or that’s what he tried to convince himself.

Sometimes, if the injury was bad enough, he would even feel the pain from it. One day he was walking to work, and suddenly he was struck by an intense migraine. The throbbing alone was enough to make him want to puke. The world was spinning, he could barely feel the ground underneath his feet when he caught his reflection in a store window. His eyebrow had split open, a single trickle of blood streaking his face.

What happened? He found himself wondering despite himself. Are they—are they okay?

Before that moment, he had never actually bled from one of his soulmate’s wounds. And it terrified him. He had only seen the injuries once they’d healed, meaning that the danger, and pain, was over. That little bead of blood meant—meant that this was real. That on the other side of his scars was a real person. He hated forever, he hated the word, hated the meaning, hated what he was forced to endure because fate had better plans for him.

But still, he couldn’t help but wonder. And that was harmless, right?

Going to the doctor after that was interesting, because he had to get a full body X-Ray to see what sort of damage his new body had endured. Standard protocol when you turned 18, he’d just been putting it off for as long as he could. Injuries from his soulmate's childhood were clear against the backlight, several broken bones from when they were young, or reckless, or both. Without realizing it, Junhui found himself smiling at the sight. It was sort of comforting, knowing that he’ll always have this part of someone else. That it’ll never leave him.

He gingerly touched each wound and tried to imagine the story behind them. There was this one right up his shin, very old, very faded, it reminded him of the one time he fell off his bike as a kid. Maybe he had something in common with his soulmate. Maybe they had a similar past. He had no idea, but it was fun to wonder.

For periods of time, Junhui wouldn’t accumulate any new marks, and he felt lonely. He pretended like he didn’t, he continued on as he usually did. A string of flings and drunken escapades kept him busy, but they just—they weren’t as fun anymore. Car rides with no destination, late nights underneath the stars, the things he loved most no longer held the same weight. He felt stupid, selfish, wishing for some sign of his soulmate. Because that meant that they’d have to get hurt for it to happen.

And then, he thought he lost them.

He was getting set up for a gig, plugging in his mic and laughing with the stagehands, when he felt his life flash before his eyes. Like he’d been crushed by a car. The pain was so excruciating, he was finding it hard to breathe. Collapsing to the floor, he could’ve sworn that he saw a bright light above him. Tears streaked his face, his stomach churned like the red sea—he thought he was dying. He had no idea what was going on, until—until he realized that he was fine. That his soulmate—that his soulmate might’ve—

Pulling up his shirt, he watched a deep gash form on his stomach and a deep bruise color his whole abdomen. Propping himself up onto his elbows, he instantly fell back to the ground. Looking at his arm, he noticed the swelling. He was being covered in bruises, several of his bones were broken, and he only had one thought on his mind.

I have to find them.

He managed to get to his feet, finding his right leg weaker than he remembered, and he practically sprinted out of the bar. Pulling out his phone, he started searching every news site he could think of, looking for any news of any sort of car crash. Of any sort of accident.

Every few minutes or so, he’d check to make sure that his scars were still there. That his soulmate hadn’t left him. Because that’s what everyone truly fears, and the one thing Junhui has grown to fear more than forever. When you slowly see your soulmate's scars clear up, when your skin is your own once more, it means one of two things.

Either you’ve found your soulmate, or your soulmate is dead.

Please stay alive. He found himself begging, finally catching word of a couple car accidents in the past day. He scrolled through them, scrolled through the pictures of victims, desperately trying to find them. Dozens of faces blurred past his vision, and he finally stopped at a picture of a young woman. A woman with a small scar on her chin, just like the cut Junhui got when he was a kid and banged his chin on a coffee table.

After years of denying her existence, he had finally found his soulmate. For a brief moment, he was caught in some sort of trance, completely awestruck by the person who was a permanent part of his life. She was beautiful, perfect, everything he had ever dreamed of and feared all at once. It broke his heart, knowing that it took her getting hit by a car for him to find her.

When he figured out which hospital she was taken to, he hailed a cab and paid him extra to get him there as fast as he could. As he rode, he read the article more thoroughly, reading about how she was hit by a drunk driver, how she was in critical condition, and how she was in a medically induced coma. He had to fight back tears, knowing that she might not make it.

Arriving at the hospital, he showed the front desk her picture, desperate to find her any way that he could. They confirmed that she was there, that she had just got out of surgery. They kept telling him that only family could see her, that he’d have to wait until she was out of the ICU, and a million other things that he didn’t give a damn about. He had to see her.

“She’s my soulmate.” He whispered, trying not to lose it. “Please, please, let me see her.”

Even though the nurses were conflicted, they eventually let him in. Thanking them quickly, he sprinted down the hall to her room, tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t lose her. Not before she was even a part of his life. Not before he could even tell her how important she was to him. He hadn’t even met her yet, and yet if she died – then his life would be over.

He slowed down as he got closer, his heart beating in his ears. She was just a few doors down, she was so close, he could feel it deep down inside. As he stood outside her door, he tried to calm himself down, he inhaled and exhaled, attempting to stabilize the raging storm inside of him.

Mentally preparing for the worst he reached for the door handle, his entire arm shaking. He was fully aware that she wouldn’t even realize he was there, that she’d be lying catatonic in a hospital bed with tubes and wires hooked up to her. He didn’t care. It was still an important moment in his life. He was about to meet his soulmate for the first time.

Turning the handle, he felt his heart stop when he saw her. Even though the actual sight of her broke his heart, something he couldn’t explain started to stir inside of him. Like—like his entire existence led him to this point. And while that thought alone would’ve terrified him not too long ago, it now gave him a purpose to strive towards. He wouldn’t run from this.

He approached her carefully, pulling up a chair and sitting beside her. As he sat there, he watched as the little scars across his knuckles started to disappear, and saw them reappear on her. Unconsciously, he started to check on every single scar on his body, finding himself frowning as they vanished from his skin. He would’ve preferred to bare them, knowing that they wouldn’t mar her beautiful body. And he’d miss the proof that she was meant to be with him. Fate determined that they were meant to be together, and for the first time—he accepted that. Because he finally learned that alone was a far more terrifying word than forever.

“I don’t care how long it takes.” He whispered, taking her hand in his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ 𝕃𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕝𝕪 𝕍𝕚𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕠𝕣 ~

The mystical bookshop on the opposite end of the street seldom had customers but your boredom was getting the best of you, having just moved to a small town without any acquaintances. The last thing you expected when entering the dusty bookshop was a handsome boy glimpsing at you from behind his glasses. Maybe this innocent boy could cure your boredom? 

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The ivy green building on the corner was rarely visited. It’s white pillars with gold swirly capitals looked inviting as you had just moved to the apartment complex across the street and were in need of some entertainment, having moved to a new town all by your self. Through the cloudy show window you saw litterary classics leaning against small mahogany painting aisle and crystals in all different shapes and sizes, all scattered across a velvet maroon piece of cloth. 

You leaned against the window, sheilding your eyes from the sun using your hands as you looked inside but to your disappointment you saw nothing but your own reflection. The warmth of the sun radiated on your back as a cool breeze stinged your cheeks. ‘It sure would be nice to sit in the small shop and read’ you thought as you wrapped your hands around the chipped golden door handle, pulling it down and being exposed to the smell of bound books.

The bell above the old wooden door rang as you entered through the rusty ivy green door, embellished with small colored glass panes. 

“Welcome to I.N bookshop, how can i-” 

Jeongin peeked from behind a big book, fascinated over how such a cute girl had entered his dusty little shop. His round glasses covered most of his face,  light pink cheeks hiding behind them. Putting the aged leather book away he stood up from his seat and scratched his thick, slightly curly black locks. This situation was unusual to say the least. The shop was after all only sought out by elders that wanted to find the books they had read in their teenage years when youth still glowed around them. 

A smile spread across your face as you saw the young boy shifting his eyes over the piles of grubby books, some of them piling up hindering you from coming closer. He blushed upon the state of the store but promptly walked up to you, keeping his eyes glued to the creaky floorboards underneath his feet. 

“Oh, hi u-uhm... I’m Jeongin! Nice to meet you” he said sheepishly, eventually sneaking a glance of your cute face. 

“Hi, nice to meet you. I’m y/n! I just moved across the street a couple of days ago and have just been staring at the shop from my window. Thought I might...c-check it out”.

You felt a shyness creep up on you, shifting your skirt slightly as you felt Jeongin’s looming eyes on your cleavage, silence widened over the small wooden cabinet-like shop. 

Jeongin snapped back into reality after you looked at him questionably, your head tilted as you tried to cover yourself from his predatory gaze with your hands. The curly haired boy gulped before shoving his delicate veiny hands into the pockets of his black dress pants. 

“Uhm.. so.. w-what do you usually read?” he asked while peering up. Looking into the same direction you saw a cozy half loft nuzzled into the far right of the shop, a corroded ladder being the only way to get up there. 

“I like pretty much anything,,, d-do you have any favorites?” you asked shyly as your gaze returned to the floor, seeing books piled up around your feet. 

He laughed timidly as he made his way over to the rusty ladder, stepping over heaps of untouched books and guiding you to do the same, kicking and pushing some piles away.

“I usually sit up there and read so all of my favorites are hidden from the customers heh...” he anxiously grabbed the back of his neck, looking down to the left as he spoke. 

“We can sit up there if you like!” Jeongin added, his voice getting excited since he gets to talk about his favorite literary works with you! Shyly, you nodded as your hands wrapped around both sides of the ladder, stepping onto the first step. Cautiously you climbed up and with every step you could see more of the loft unfolding in front of your eyes, your gaze on floor level. Jeongin decided to help you by holding the ladder, making sure you didn’t fall but this soon proved to be a mistake. He looked up with the intention of seeing how far up you’d gotten but his eyes landed underneath your skirt, your light pink lace panties on display for his puppy eyes to see. His breath hitched upon seeing the outline of your cunt and his hormones were flying like sparks, causing a painful erection to form inside his boxers. 

After what seemed like an eternity of fumbling on the ladder you finally stood on the half loft, carefully peeking down to see Jeongin still gripping the ladder while his cheeks were flaming red. 

“uhm,,, you coming up or..?”

He cleared his throat as he looked up, seemingly lost in thoughts. 

“Yeah,,, totally” he said awkwardly while climbing up. You offered him your hand as he neared the loft which he grabbed, seizing the opportunity to hold your soft hand that were enhanced by small gold rings and a bracelet. His heart was in his throat as your touch effected him more than he thought. He coughed to clear the nervosity from his gut but to no avail. 

When his hands travaled down to his pockets that’s when you noticed the tent between his two legs. A thousand thoughts flashed through your mind as your body came to a standstill. Should I run away and never look back? Should I help the poor boy? After all, he seemed awfully lonely enclosed in these 4 walls all day long and so were you, not having anyone to contact in the new city. 

Jeongin noticed your stiff figure, the light mumbling of a radio being heard from the white speakers on a small coffee table next to two old mustard yellow armchairs. Your eyes eventually met his. His gaze was as sweet as honey and his musky scent enhanced by the aroma of the ancient books. You felt yourself tensing up, your crossed legs clenching as you broke the eye contact with the fox-like boy. His eyes hooded whilst being filled with a bashful aura. 

“Kiss me”

You blurt out without even thinking. The neediness in your cunt growing wetter by every minute. Jeongin’s eyes brown orbs widened. 

“W-what...here? Now..?” 

“Don’t act dumb. I see...t-that” you glanced down at his erection for a split second, gulping as you saw the size. 

Flustered, Jeongin tried to cover himself from your eyes as a hot flash descended down his body. His blushed state, his innocent eyes hiding behind those black wired glasses and his veiny hands peeking through the paws of his dark blue sweater made you just wanna slam him against a wall, taking his innocence from him. 

You inched closer to him, his face in level with yours due to your similar heights. Your head tilted slightly, a pleading expression contorting across your features as he stared at your plush lips, wide eyed. His delicate hands form into hard fists, trying his best to not let his loneliness get to him. 

But he’s too weak. 

Cupping your crimson cheeks, he pulls you into a deep kiss and without hesitating you kiss him back on his precious coral lips. Your hands explored his body and to your surprise a toned abdomen was hiding beneath his warm appearance. Coaxing his tongue, you lick his bottom lip, moaning into the kiss as his hands stroked your back and gropes your ass. Heat rose to your cheeks as your cunt was sopping, having not been touched like this for a while but you weren’t the only one reacting this way. Your hands wandered down before momentarily stopping, you hesitated before palming the dark haired boy through his slacks but was pleased once you earned a moan from his petal-like lips. You pulled away from the fiery kiss, smirking as you spoke in a slightly hoarse voice.

“Sensitive babyboy, I barely touched you” 

He stiffens in your arms that were wrapped around his waist, his eyes settling anywhere but on yours. With a cocky smile you grab his tiny face by the jaw and force him to look into your lustful eyes. 

“You’re a virgin, right?” you asked with a smile on your lips.

“N-no,, no I’m not!” Jeongin huffed out, visibly flustered. 

“I don’t like people that lie”.

Your cold voice scared Jeongin but the fear added fuel to his neediness. He needed you. You pushed him down, the boy landing in one of the dusty armchairs with a thump.

“Y-yes I am a...v-virgin” 

He hesitated uttering those words, his lip quivering from the sexual tension but he also felt vulnerable, not having anyone to talk to about such matters. Jeongin watched you with hungry eyes as you pulled your shirt over your head, disheveling your hair in the process.

“What you staring at? Come on, off with your clothes” you said as you pointed towards his member. He obeyed in an instant but not losing eye contact with the soft skin that you revealed once you stepped out of your skirt that was now pooling on the floor, leaving you with nothing than your bra and panties. Jeongin’s hands were shaking as he tried to unbutton his pressed slacks. You rolled your eyes at his pitiful attempt. 

Your knees hit the wooden flooring as you helped him remove his pants, Jeongin bucking his hips slightly causing you to pull them down the entire way. Embarrassingly enough his precum had already created a wet stain on his boxers which made you snicker. You trace along his clothed dick with your fingertip, feeling him pulsating under your touch as blood accumilated between his legs. 

“How cute. Babyboy is throbbing from anticipation, isn’t that right?” you cooed to which he glared at you, mad for being humiliated by someone he barely knew but secretly enjoying it in his perverted fantasies. 

Upon pulling down his boxers you were greeted by his erect member that was barely touching his clothed abdomen. Your mouth watered from the sight, how fine purple veins snaked up his shaft and how his sensitive carmoisine tip glistened with a droplet of precum trickling down. You glanced up at his slightly puffy face and he nodded as if you had just asked him for premission. Using the tip of your tongue you lapped up his precum like an animal, eager to taste his sweetness as you pursed your lips and inserted only the tip into your wet mouth. 

Jeongin’s knuckles whitened as he gripped onto the armrests for dear life, his orgasm already looming around him due to his inexperienced nature. Your hands stroke his inner thigh wanting him to relax but that was the last thing on Jeongin’s mind. If he relaxed he would cum faster and that would be too much embarrassment to handle in one day, especially in front of you. Your pursed scarlet lips cascaded down his shaft as your hand wrapped around the part that wouldn’t fit down your throat. Small whimpers were heard from the boy with glasses everytime you lifted your head upwards, swirling your tongue around his leaking tip before plunging down again, all whilst your hand jerked off his girthy base. It didn’t take long before the poor boy was unable to controll the lewd noises that pierced your ear like the sound of music. For his every moan you got wetter, those pathetic whines of his causing you to dig your nails into his thighs, holding back from marking him up with hickies and showing him that he’s your new playtoy. 

The high-pitched moans mixed with the subtle murmuring of the radio still going in the background, the sloppy sound of your spit as you bobbed your head intensely driving Jeongin closer to his release. Just as he felt him twitch between your cheeks you pulled off, kissing his tip before looking up at him with doe eyes. The expression that haunted his face was priceless. You smiled at his bedraggled state, his twinkling eyes and heaving breath signaling that he was lost in pleasure moments ago. 

“Liked it, babyboy?” 

He nodded in agreement before grabbing your narrow wrist and standing you up, pushing you against a bookcase causing a couple of lightweight books to fall on either side of you. His mouth was dangerously close to your ear, his body close enough to radiate heat.

“But don’t call me that”. Jeongin’s voice changed, now more raspy. 

“Aw, does babyboy get shy when I call him that?” you ridiculed him but soon regretted it when he raised your eyebrow at you before turning you around and bending you down, you hands grabbing onto the shelf. 

“Hey! You can’t ju-”

Your moan cut you off as the tip of his cock entered you with ease, your juices almost dripping down your leg from the arousal as he pushed your panties to the side. Jeongin hissed as his member advanced into your throbbing pussy, desperate to feel you around his sensitive shaft. Small whimpers spilled out your mouth as he felt much bigger than he seemed, moving at a slow pace yet still hitting your g-spot with every thrust. His cold laugh sent shivers down your back where Jeongin’s hand was stragically placed in order to keep you bent down, the other hand wrapped around your hip.

“You’ve been fantisasing about this, haven’t you?” he groaned to which you tsked. 

“I think you’re talking about yourself, babyboy. With your nose in those books all day you surely must have read heaps of erotica.” 

He slammed his hips against yours making you mewl out in pleasure, trying to hold onto the shelf but only knocking down more books.

“Don’t c-call me that!” he defended himself from the shameful nickname you had given him but you couldn’t help but to laugh. 

“You’re adorable, you know that babyboy?”. Your gibbling laughter annoyed Jeongin causing him to push you back, his big hands wrapping gently around your neck and choking you slightly making your high-pitched whimpers more frequent. His pace quickened as he was nearing his orgasm and you could once again feel him twitching, only this time he was twitching inside your sopping cunt which further caused the knot in your stomach to tighten. 

“J-jeongin,,,f-fuck”. Shutting your eyes you saw a spectrum of colors fly by as your head spinned from the impending orgasm. The dark haired boy smirked, his eyebrows furrowed as he thrusted into your squelching cunt, the filthy noise completely muffling out the babble of the radio. Being his first time he was annoyingly good, pleasuring you in the ways you were longing for. 

A broken moan erupted as the hand around your neck descended down, stopping for a moment to give your nipples a twist before settling at your swollen clit. The fast circling movement of his long fingers paired with his relentless thrusting made you see stars behind your stinging eyes. You were unraveling at the seams in his touch but so did Jeongin, his final thrusts sloppy as a string of whines left his soft lips. 

Your legs gave up on you when you finally released, the knot in your core melting away as your juices coated Jeongin’s aroused dick. Jeongin crashed his hips against you one last time, the impact causing your butt to bounce against him. He pulled out quickly, dick twitching in his hand before his hot semen ran down your buttcheek as you were panting, holding onto anything on the dusty and creaky wooden shelf. 

Jeongin last cries echoed in your ears as he milked his dick out of every cumdrop, his glasses slipping off the tip of his nose. The hot substance quickly cooling off while trickling down as you tried to stand up, putting a hand onto Jeongin’s shoulder. 

“Y-you good?” he stuttered, scared that he’d hurt you.

“Yeah... think so” was what you managed to say before falling into Jeongin’s sturdy embrace. He let out a surprised squeal as he caught you, snickering quietly at your struggle to hold yourself up. 

“I guess I’m your first friend in town now” he smiled shyly as you looked at him naively. Blushing profusely, you looked deep into his dangerously sweet eyes that were rimmed by his thin wire glasses.

“I guess you are”. 

[missymurphy1985]

Nobody's Perfect (part7)

Will Liane crash the wedding?

Warning - angst / injury

Taglist @queenshelby @margoo0 @being-worthy @peakyscillian @ntmynouis @janelongxox @elenavampire21 @noctvrnalmoth @ysmmsy @cloudofdisney @lauren-raines-x @namelesslosers

You woke in Cillian's childhood bedroom to the sound of his alarm going off. Fortunately he had a double bed, even though the way the two of you curled into each other, a single would've been fine.

"Morning beautiful lady..." He always woke you up like that, with a gentle kiss on the top of your head.

"Morning handsome. How you feeling about your baby sister getting married?"

"Weird. She's still 7 in my head. It's really odd!"

"She was telling me about her dress last night, it sounds beautiful."

"I'm sure it will be. Come on, me mother will be downstairs already fretting and I'm gonna be kicked out in 30minutes so you women can do whatever it is you women do before a wedding..."

"Am I not coming with you?"

"Nope. I'm going to be with the other groomsmen making sure Damien doesn't do a runner."

You laughed and dragged yourselves out of bed to get ready.

You'd arrived at the venue with 5 minutes to spare. Everyone, including Cillian, would be inside waiting for the bride. You headed into the toilets to touch your lipstick up before heading inside to wait yourself. Walking in, you noticed a blond woman doing the same as you. You smiled warmly, but she didn't return it. Not everyone in his family is as friendly as the others, clearly.

Thinking no more of it, you applied your lipstick and headed back to the wedding. Spotting Cillian at the front adjusting Damien's cravat, your heart soared. He looked incredible in his navy blue groomsman suit, combined with an ivory shirt and red rose boutonnière. His Peaky haircut only added to the attraction.

Silé and her father entered the room as A Thousand Years by Christina Perri played softly on the piano in the corner. You couldn't help but watch Cillian as he winked at his sister walking towards him and Damien at the altar. He wasn't just a groomsman, he was the best man. And what a best man he was. He nudged Damien, and he turned round, tears in his eyes as he watched his soon-to-be wife approach him. Cillian caught your eye and he smiled.

The ceremony over, it was time for drinks on the large patio area outside. You were stood talking to Cillian's youngest sister Orla when two hands wrapped themselves round your waist, and a pair of lips on your neck.

"Hey beautiful..." Orla made a vomit face, making you laugh as you turned and faced him.

"My word Mr Murphy, don't you scrub up well?"

"Not so bad yourself there." He held you at arms length, admiring the floor length light blue summer dress you'd chosen.

"Does this mean there's going to be an epic best man's speech from you then?"

"Yep. Had it written for months. Plan on embarrassing the shit out my little sister - perfect revenge for the stories I'm sure she told you last night." He smirked.

You were sat next to Cillian's other siblings at the wedding breakfast - there was a seat spare anyway - this wedding was three years in the planning, that seat would have been Liane's when it was put together. Silé had left it empty on the off chance her brother would find someone. Eventually, the time came for Cillian's speech. He took the microphone, and stood. Starting with the obligatory thanking everyone for coming, before cracking jokes about how he used to play practical jokes on his sister, and how he'd set her up on a blind date with Damien six years earlier. Liane got a mention - only to say that Damien setting him up with his sister 6 years earlier than that hadn't exactly gone to plan.

"I've only just forgiven you for that," he smiled, earning a laugh from the crowd. He made eye contact with you, and was about to speak before a voice from the back of the room interrupted him.

"Wasn't all that bad now, was it Cillian?" The room fell silent, you saw Cillian's face turn white as a sheet. Turning round, you saw the blond lady from the toilets earlier... It couldn't be...

"Can't have all been bad, you married me after 6 months of dating, didn't you?" Cillian cleared his throat, determined not to ruin his sister's wedding day.

"Liane, come on.." Orla took her shoulder and tried to walk her out of the room, but she was shoved violently away and hit the floor. Cillian had seen enough at that point and made his way over, pulling Orla off the floor and glaring at Liane.

"You need to leave, now, before I make you leave.." he seethed.

"Doesn't 12 years of marriage mean anything to you?!"

"Liane this is my sister's wedding day! We're not doing this now!"

"And who's this little slut you've brought with you, huh?" She turned to you, glaring as she made her way over. You were frozen to your seat as she picked up a wine glass and smashed it off the side of the table. Cillian shouted for someone to call the police as he grabbed her from behind and pulled her backwards onto a table. He managed to pin her to the floor, holding her hands up, writhing against him trying to get at you.

"Can someone take over.." he groaned, as Padraig grabbed her arms, another man had her legs. Cillian stumbled backwards, and you saw him clutch at his abdomen, blood on his hands and over his shirt. It was then you realised she wasn't holding the glass anymore..

"Someone call an ambulance!"

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You'd been waiting at the hospital for hours. As soon as he'd arrived he'd gone straight in for surgery. You'd gone in the ambulance with him, his mum and dad followed in the car. Everyone else stayed to give the police statements after Liane had been arrested.

His mum was holding your hand in the private room when the doctor finally came in.

"We managed to get all the glass shards out, and stitched him up. It went deep - a few centimetres to the left and she would have hit an artery. He'll need to stay for a couple of days so we can keep an eye on him, but he's awake now. He's asking for y/n?" His mum squeezed your hand. The doctor led you through to his room and you took a breath before going in. He was lying on the bed, wires in his arms and a sleepy look in his eyes, but he still shot you a smile.

"Feels like I'm filming 28 Days Later all over again," he smirked.

"You scared the shit out of me Cill..." The tears finally fell, you'd held them back up to this point but you couldn't stop them now. You sat next to his bed and held his hand, sobbing into it as he stroked your hair with his other hand.

"Just a scratch y/n. Better that than what I thought was gonna happen."

"There was so much blood..."

"She did a good job didn't she? Fuck it hurts..." He chuckled and immediately regretted it.

"Can you get my mam?" You nodded and went to fetch her. She came into to room and kissed Cillian's head lightly.

"Mam, y/n is good to stay with you til I'm outta here, right?"

"Not even a question son, you know that! Plenty of old photo albums I can show her." She smirked. So that's where he got that from...

"On second thoughts, maybe you should head to my place in Dublin..." He laughed nervously.

"Mrs Murphy I don't want to be a bother..."

"Shh now, I won't hear another word of it. You'll stay with us as long as you need to." You kissed Cillian's hand, a few tears still falling down your cheeks.

"Don't wind up the nurses Cill..." You warned, his mother told you the last time he was in hospital he spent the majority of the tine doing just that.

"Won't be flirting with them this time though at least." You raised an eyebrow, his mum slapped his shoulder.

Back at his mum's house, you'd settled on the sofa, his Dad on the armchair still in a bit of a daze and his mum bringing you a glass of wine.

"How's Silé and Damien?" You asked as she sat down next to you.

"They're more concerned about Cillian than the wedding - as long as he's okay, they're okay."

"Was she always crazy? Liane?"

"Not at first. She was a sweetheart. Once they got married and Cillian became more famous, she changed. Became possessive over him. Always checking up on him, making sure he wasn't having his way with co-stars... Ironic really!" She laughed.

"I'm so sorry for all of this... She wouldn't have done it if I'd not been there..."

"Not another word of it - the woman's a nutcase. This isn't your fault at all. I haven't seen my son this happy for years - and I mean it. If anything, I thank you for that." She took your hand as you welled up, and pulled you into a huge hug.

"You've all been so wonderful... Sorry I keep crying, my emotions are all over the place..."

"Understandable, it's been a hell of a day. Take yourself off.to get some rest. I'll wake you in the morning, we can go see Cillian. Maybe a spot of shopping after, what do you say?"

You grinned, and nodded. Saying goodnight you headed upstairs. Getting into bed, you sent a text to Cillian.

"Hope you're okay? I'm heading to bed, love you X"

He didn't reply but you figured he was probably resting, until his dad shouted up the stairs.

"Y/n??!!!" You rushed out of bed and ran downstairs.

"What's wrong?"

"Cillian's in a bad way, we need to get to the hospital now..."

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Stay With You

You get the call after Rook’s accident and go to the hospital to take care of him.

Requests: “ Could you maybe write another Rook story about where you get the call after his accident that he’s in the hospital and just always staying there with him and when his dad shows up he sees you leaning on the bed sleeping holding Rooks hand or something and he knows you’ll take care of him? I just really love Rook “ “ I was wondering if you know what happened to rook and if you could write something cute like taking care of him after being worried at first about him. I had a mental breakdown when we got the news I'm hoping he gets well soon “

JP “Rook” Cappelletty X Reader

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of the accident (violence, broken bones, etc.), angst

A/N: I have been following every update from Rook and his Dad bc I have been so worried. It looks like he’s finally able to go home tonight but I’m still going out of my mind. I tried my best to do what happened justice (without being too depressing) and ended up needing a part 2. I had to reread what happened like 30 times so y’all better enjoy this just for my heartbreak alone. 

Word Count: 3409

part ii

You were always scared when you got a phone call from an unknown number when Rook was out for the night. You’d gotten calls from the police station and hospital more than once, so you’d learn to expect trouble when your phone rang.

But this was not what you were expecting.

“Excuse me, is this Y/N Y/L/N, the emergency contact for JP Cappelletty?” A female’s voice rang out through the line. You rolled your eyes.

“This is her, what did he do this time?” You smiled, figuring he’d gotten hurt doing something stupid and just needed stiches.

She cleared her throat, “Mr. Cappelletty has been involved in a serious accident. He’s currently at Southern California Hospital awaiting treatment.”

You felt like your entire body stopped working. Your throat closed up and you started shaking. A normal phone call wouldn’t use the words “serious accident,” they would just say he’d been admitted for “minor treatment.”

“Can I come see him?” You barely got the words out, mind spinning in a million directions. The lady on the end of the phone gave you an affirmation and you thanked her, hanging up quickly and packing a small bag for you and Rook. You threw some of his clothes in, some hygiene supplies for you both, and anything else you could think he’d want. You texted your boss a quick explanation and asked for the next few days off before grabbing your keys, wallet, mask, and Rook’s insurance cards, and heading out the door.

You drove to the hospital, calling Colson on your way, on speaker, of course. “Whaddup?”

“Rook is in the hospital.” You rushed out, still in a bit of a panicked mode.

You could hear his breathing pause before he continued, “it’s probably nothing, you know Rook. He probably just punched a guy or something stupid.”

You had tried to convince yourself of that, but something felt wrong about it. “I know, but the hospital said he was in a serious accident.” You emphasized the word “serious.” “Maybe I’m overreacting but I have this really bad feeling right now.”

Colson’s voice held more worry after your statement, too. “Okay. Just get there and figure out what’s going on and then call me. What hospital is he at?”

“Southern California.”

“That’s like 10 minutes away from me. If it is serious, just call me back and I can be there.” His voice was much calmer than yours, which you were thankful for.”

“Okay.”

“And Y/N,” He paused, “try to stay calm. If it is bad, he’s gonna need you to take care of him.”

You took in a deep breath, trying to slow your heartrate. “Yeah, yeah okay. Thanks.”

“Let me know what’s going on.”

“I will. Thank you, Kells.” You hung up the phone, pulling into the hospital parking garage and turning your car off. You sat in the dark for a few moments, gathering your thoughts, before heading towards the hospital. When you reached the front desk, you gave them Rook’s name and waited as they read your temperature from the touchless thermometer. You had to stop yourself from groaning as she started reading the Covid questionnaire, answering no to every question.

The lady gave you directions to his room, telling you they’ll take your ID once you get up to the fourth floor. Your hands were shaking as you rode the elevator up, and you tried to calm yourself down before you saw your boyfriend. Colson was right, you worrying wouldn’t do anything but make him nervous.

You gave your ID to the security guard on the fourth floor, impatiently waiting for him to print out your visitor’s sticker. Once you had put it on, you walked down the hallway, counting the room numbers to find his. Once you reached the door, you took a deep breath, unsure what you would find beyond it.

You opened it slowly, a sigh of relief when you saw him sitting on the bed, an ice pack pressed against his face. “Babe!” His face lit up when he saw you. He tried to lean forward on his own, but his grimace told you that it hurt him too much.

You smiled, setting the bag in your hands on the floor and adjusting the bed so he didn’t have to lean. “What happened?” You whispered, taking in his state, and pulling down your mask. He had a small bruise under his left eye and there were wires and tubes running up his left arm. His right arm was wrapped in layers of hospital bandage.

He frowned at you, left hand reaching for your hand and motioned you to sit down beside him, so you did, gently.  You wanted to hold his hand, but you were worried it would hurt him more, so you settled to rubbing his thigh gently. “I was walking around in the hills, and then these two guys came out of fucking nowhere. They jumped me and my friend and took a bunch of our shit. I punched one of them but the other one ran to his car and said he had a gun.” Your eyes went wide. “He didn’t have a gun, but he did have a car. And he literally came full speed at me and his partner.”

You tried to stay calm, but his recount of the night made you want to wrap him in bubble wrap and keep him in your house forever. “That sounds so scary, love.” You whispered, your free hand reaching out and stroking his right cheek. He leaned his head into your touch, a small smile on his face. “Did anyone see anything? Or does anyone know who they were?”

He shook his head lightly, “the guy in the car got away, but the other dude got hit too. Pretty sure he’s in this hospital. The cops came in and asked about it earlier, but I’d never seen those guys before.”

You nodded, leaning in, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. “I’m very glad you’re okay.” You moved the ice pack from his face, observing the purple mark on his face. You may not know how to take care of broken bones, but you’d been with Rook through more than a few bruises and busted lips. You peppered kisses over the skin lightly, making him smile, which was the best thing you could do at the moment.

“The doctors are supposed to come back in soon. They did some X-Rays earlier to figure out exactly what’s broken, but my hand is definitely fucked up, and my legs.” He raised his right arm, showing you the cuts that ran along it. You frowned. “They said I’ll probably need surgery, which sucks.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” Your voice was soft. You reached your hand to move his braids out of his face, something you’d gotten in the habit of doing quite often.

He shrugged, “I’m fine with it, you’re the one who has to take care of me afterwards.” You smiled and shook your head teasingly.

“I do that anyways, loser.” You chuckled, before a thought popped into your head. “Should I call your dad? I told Colson but I didn’t think to call your dad.”

He shook his head lightly, “Once they told me they’d called you I texted him. He said he’d be here in an hour or so.” You nodded, moving to sit in the chair beside the hospital bed so you could be at eye level with your boyfriend instead of leaning down uncomfortably. “What did Kells say?”

You chuckled, “he said you’d probably just gotten in a fight or did something stupid.” Rook pouted dramatically. “I told him we’d let him know what was going on later and he could come to the hospital if you were up for it.”

He smiled at you as you leaned your head onto the bed, near his abdomen, and looked up at him. He reached to rest his hand on top of yours, even though you could tell it hurt him to do so. You sat in silence for a few moments until you heard a small knock on the door. “Come in.” Rook called, and you sat up, putting on your mask and turning to see who was coming in.

A woman in her early 40s walked in, followed by two younger men. “Hello again, Mr. Cappelletty. I’ve got the results from your scans.” She spoke as the other two placed X-Ray films onto a small lightboard in the room. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t realize you had company.” She said as she noticed you.

“Oh, it’s okay Dr. Tambi, this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He smiled, looking towards you. You smiled kindly at the doctor. “She can stay, right?” He asked, his hand curling around yours lightly, you could feel the motion straining him and you flipped your hand around, holding his in yours lightly. You hoped it would hurt him less.

Dr. Tambi gave a nod and flashed you a smile, “of course.” She turned back to the films, pointing at the first one. “This is your left hand. If you look at this part right here, you can see where your second metacarpal fractured at the bottom near the carpal.” She raised her right hand, pointing to the bottom of her pointer finger near the knuckle. “So, we’re going to need to do a minor surgery to fix that up a little bit.” Rook nodded and you ran your hand up and down his arm gently. “Your right hand got off a bit easier,” she pointed to the next X-Ray. “No surgery, we’re gonna put it in a cast for a little while just in case but it might be off before you even leave the hospital.” You could feel him relax under your touch at that.

“But then your legs,” she pointed to the next images, “are a bit more complicated. I would imagine they took a brunt of the hit, correct?” She asked. He nodded again and you bit your lip, trying not to cringe at the image of your boyfriend being hit by a car. “The lower portion of your right tibia shattered into 3 pieces.” She pointed to the bone fragments in the X-ray, and this time a shiver physically went through your body. “So, we’ll need to do surgery to fix that up, too. And your left ankle has a hairline fracture that won’t need surgery, but you will have to stay off of it for a while.”

You looked at Rook, taking in the clench of his jaw. He was trying to look tough, but you could see through him, you always could. You knew he wouldn’t ask, so you did. “How long will they take to heal?”

He turned towards you, a soft smile on his face. You two worked so well because you balanced him out. Whenever he would almost get into a fight at a bar, you would be the rational one to pull him away. When you got too stressed out or uptight, he knew just how to get you to relax. When he was too nervous to think straight, you were there to ask all the right questions. You took care of each other, and you could read him like an open book.

“The left hand won’t need to stay in a cast for very long if the surgery goes well, but the left leg might be in a boot for 6 to 8 weeks, and the right leg will probably be a little bit longer, closer to 8 to 12 weeks.” Rook took in a deep breath, and the hand on his arm squeezed lightly, subtly telling him that you were there for him, and he would be okay. “Once we get the surgeries out of the way we can talk more about the treatment plan going forward, so try not to worry about it too much.” She smiled.

One of the men stepped forward, “I’m Dr. Stenson, I’ll be the anesthesiologist working with you.” Rook nodded towards the man, who continued to go over what Rook could and couldn’t do before the surgery. “How often do you drink or smoke?” He asked, and you let out a small chuckle.

Rook shoved you lightly, a small smile on his face. “Often.” He said, and you tried not to laugh.

“And what do you smoke?” He asked.

You mumbled under your breath, “what doesn’t he smoke is the better question.” Rook heard you, sending you a glare and you giggled quietly.

“Weed and cigarettes.” He said, trying to hide laughter as he watched you out of the corner of his eye. The man nodded and soon after the doctors left, leaving you and Rook alone again. “You’re so mean to me sometimes.” He pouted.

You laughed, “If it wasn’t so easy to make fun of you, I wouldn’t be so mean.”

“I got hit by a car, you have to be nice to me.” He whined and you rolled your eyes jokingly. “That’s a law.” He stated.

“Oh, is it?” You smiled, leaning forward, and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I guess I can be a little nice to you. For now.”

Rook’s expression turned serious, his eyes gazing into yours. “I’m kind of freaking out right now.” He whispered, his forehead resting against yours. “I’m not gonna be able to play for at least 8 weeks. What if I forget how to? Or what if they get into surgery and find out that it’s worse than they thought and I can never play again?”

You sighed, knowing these thoughts had been festering in him since the accident. You brought your hand up to his face, your thumb rubbing circles into his cheek. “Babe listen to me. You are the best drummer I know; you’ve been drumming for what, your entire life? You’re not gonna forget how to drum from 8 weeks off. And even if they get in there and find out its worse than they thought, which they won’t, we’ll figure it out. Everything is gonna be okay. They’ve seen worse fractures than these, trust me, they know what they’re doing.”

He nodded, letting out air through his nose. “But what if I could never drum again? I dropped out of high school. I’ve literally never done anything else except drum. I wouldn’t have money, I wouldn’t have friends because they would be touring all the time, I would lose everything.”

“You’d have me.” You whispered, “You would have me, and your dad, and all the people who really matter, even if they go on tour.”

“You would stay with me even if I was broke?” He sounded so small, so scared, and yet so amazed that you would even hint at the idea.

You frowned, confusion on your face. “I would stay with you if we were living on the streets and eating out of trash cans. But we wouldn’t be, because I also have a job and you’re going to be able to drum in no time.”

You simultaneously loved and hated this side of Rook. He never showed anyone how insecure he could be, and he was so insecure sometimes. You hated seeing him so sad. But you loved it, because you were one of the only people who did see it, because he trusted you enough to let you.

You guys had been friends for years and started dating 3 years ago after he kissed you, completely sober, in the studio while he thought the other guys were taking a break (they were really spying on you two the whole time). In those three years you’d come to know just about everything about each other. You trusted him with every piece of you, and he trusted you. You’d moved in together 2 years ago, and now everyone seemed to be waiting for a ring.

You didn’t mind waiting, you didn’t need to get married to know that Rook loved you or to know that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him. It was clear in the way you looked at each other that there would never be anyone else for either of you.

“I love you.” He mumbled, bringing a smile to your lips.

“I love you too.” You pressed another slow kiss to his soft lips. He closed his eyes as you did so, relaxing into it. You realized how tired he must be. “Why don’t you take a nap, J?” You whispered, and he mumbled a sound of protest, but you could already see him struggling against his sleepiness. “I’ll be right here when you wake up.” You ran your free hand over his forehead, his braids having fallen into his face again, before adjusting his bed so he was laying down more.

It only took you 15 minutes before you fell asleep, your head resting against his stomach and hand still in his.

A little while later, Johnny rushed in the room, worry on his face until he saw the two of you. He smiled, taking a quick picture that he would definitely be showing on your wedding day. You got a good one, son. He thought to himself, feeling a sense of his pride that JP had finally found someone as good as you who would put up with his shit.

He took the seat on the wall opposite of the hospital bed. You came to consciousness 20 minutes later, finding the older man and smiling. “Hi Mr. Cappelletty.” You whispered, not wanting to wake Rook up.

“Hey, darlin’. How’s he doing?”

You looked up at your boyfriend, a soft smile on your face as you took in his peaceful features. “He’s doing good, a little freaked out, I think, but he’s good.” The man nodded, and you continued. “They’re doing surgery on his hand tomorrow and then on his leg a few days from now.”

“Damn. Did he tell you what happened? All I got was a very vague text.”

You nodded, the smile falling. “I guess these guys jumped him while he was out and one of them got in a car and hit him.” Your breathing got heavy thinking about it and you could see Johnny’s eyes widen.

He took in a deep breath, processing what you told him. “Jesus, I just thought he’d got his ass kicked at some bar.”

“So did Colson.” You let out a short laugh, your heart not in it. Your hand moved up to run over his arm again. “He’s scared he’s not gonna be able to drum again.” You whispered, tears coming to your eyes as you took in Rook’s sleeping state. For the first time since you’d gotten the call you allowed your emotions to hit you fully, thoughts of how much worse it could’ve been and how scared he must’ve felt floating through your mind.

Johnny could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he walked over to where you were sitting, pulling you into his stomach. “He’ll be okay.” He whispered, “I raised a strong kid.”

You nodded, trying to hide your sniffles. “I know, I just- I can’t stop thinking about how much worse it could’ve been. If he-.” You bit your lip, not wanting to voice the thought out loud. “I can’t lose him.” Your voice was weak, and you weren’t even sure that the words came out.

Johnny pulled you closer, “I know, sweetheart. But you have to remember that he’s okay, it wasn’t worse.” You nodded. “You’re allowed to want him to stay inside for the next few months out of fear, that’s natural. You just gotta remember how lucky we are.”

You wiped your eyes gently, smiling up at the father of your soulmate. “Thank you.” You whispered.

He nodded, “He needs to remember how lucky he is to have you. There’re not many people who would stick around with him for 3 years. Not people like you.”

You smiled softly, looking at Rook with fondness in your eyes, “I’m lucky to have him, too.”

Johnny patted your shoulder, going back to where he was sitting. You grabbed a spare pillow from the table next to you and propped it on the bed , slightly on Rook’s lap. You laid your head on it, making sure Rook’s hand was in a comfortable position in your own, and drifted off to sleep.

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And They Lived Happily Ever After ||Demetri Volturi x SwanSister!Reader|| Part 4

Warnings: HIGHLY NSFW, explicit content, for 18+ only 

Words: 7155 (I truly am shameless) 

Summary:

Part 1: Little Red Riding Hood  Part 2: The Big Bad Wolf  Part 3: What Soft Lips You Have 

Demetri has every intention of showing you just how privileged he is to call you his mate...so long as you follow his rules. 

Demetri let you slip from his grasp, your toes touching the floor for the first time since this whole thing began. His fingers curled into the fabric of your shirt, tugging upward. You shivered at the way his fingertips ghosted over your skin, slowly crawling upward to rid you of the obstructing fabric. Your hair was in wild disarray by the time he dropped your shirt to your feet, his light laughter enough to make your cheeks warm with the need to blush. His touch was featherlight as he brushed your hair from your face, his lips pressing to your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin; any bit of skin he freed from your hair was given his attention before his hands dropped back to your waist, sliding deftly along your skin with teasing touches while his lips pecked your own repeatedly.

It didn’t take a genius to know he was enjoying riling you up, his smirk as you chased his lips every time he pulled away quite obvious. When he managed to unclasp your bra you didn’t know, you were too busy trying to get him to kiss you properly, and it completely blindsided you when his head suddenly dipped to mouth along your throat, hands coming round to encompass your breasts. With a soft gasp you arched your chest into his palms, his touch scorching. Demetri expertly fondled your chest, palms kneading and fingers tweaking at your nipples till they hardened in his grasp. His lips wondered back up your throat till he was sucking lightly at the hollow beneath your ear, your head tilted to the side and a low moan escaping you.

“Good girl, is this okay?” he murmured against your heated skin, completely unaware of the fever he’d set alight inside you it. The taste of him on your tongue was dissolving too fast for your liking. You needed more of his skin against yours, to taste him again and feel the fire in your bones he ignited melt away every one of your inhibitions. Your hands moved to clasp the collar of his shirt, pulling until the fabric ripped easily in your grasp to expose his chiselled torso. He grunted slightly as you swung him round into the wooden beam holding up the canopy of your shared bed, pushing him against the groaning wood and kissing him hungrily.

“Better.” Your voice was slightly muffled against his lips but Demetri seemed to understand, hands brushing down your sides to grope at your rear, pulling your hips against his own. You whined into his mouth, a dull, pulsing feeling shooting through your lower abdomen and fingers twitching to pull him closer, if such a thing were even possible. Demetri’s lips found your shoulder while yours moved along his jaw, a fiery kind of need building in you when one of his hands moved from your body. It wouldn’t do – you needed him touching you at all times. Every point of contact between you felt like a live wire, the electricity tangible and rippling across your skin. Demetri had made it very clear that every inch of him was for you and you alone and you had no qualms about letting your hands explore all of those inches. You could feel the firm muscles of his abdomen jumping beneath your feather light touch, but he wasn’t keen on submitting to your exploration of him for long.

The hand that had wandered from your body found its way into your hair, tugging sharply to pull your head back and expose your throat to him again. His tongue curled your ear lobe between his teeth, the heat of his breath and the way his breathing faltered ever so slightly in your ear sending another bolt of pure need straight between your thighs. This one was so vicious you couldn’t keep from squirming. He welcomed you against him, one arm curled tightly around your waist.

“Perhaps another day little one, tonight, I am in charge.” His voice was a low rumble in your ear and before you could fully comprehend that that delirious little whimpering sound was coming from you, he had you on your back, the soft mattress cradling your body but no replacement for his arms around you. He looked ethereal, kneeling before you with his chest glittering in the fading rays of light. He lapped up the last of the sun and reflected it beautifully in a dazzling display of rainbow colour before it was gone. In its place was a man carved by the Gods he believed in, his burgundy eyes taking you in so reverently there was no room for insecurity.

“Metri.” You reached for him, pouting slightly. He was too far away, leaving you wanting and cold. He was like a drug and you needed more of him, needed the velvet stroke of his tongue against yours, the silken feeling of his skin slipping against your own…you practically buzzed with a need to feel all these things again. Demetri set his hands atop your knees, knees that had pressed together when you had drawn your feet up, and with a light squeeze he slipped his hands up and between your thighs so he could part your legs.

“Do you want these gone Y/N?” he asked, smoothly running his hands back up till they were on your knees again. The apex of your thighs all but throbbed, your stomach swooping. His hands had been so close but so far to the ache you needed him to soothe. Nodding your head, you balled the sheets in your fists as you fought back the urge to move and pull him to you. You had never felt as restless in your life as you felt while waiting for him to come back and keep stoking the fire in your core. It was flickering out, simmering now where it had burned before, and the disappointment was something you could feel in your bones. His eyebrows rose slightly, his expression expectant and hands unmoving. You whined, hips wriggling in an effort to press closer to him.

“Metri, don’t tease me! If you’re going to take them off, then take them off!” you complained.

"I very much want to take them off but if you do not answer the question how will I know it is what you want?” he questioned, fiddling with the button of your jeans. Oh….oh…If you still had the capability to blush, you would have. He just wanted consent. Demetri’s eyes burned into your own, his body moving till he was hovering over you. The muscles of his back rippled and rolled with all the grace of a lion, a hunter, stalking its prey. His thumb and index finger clasped your jaw as he waited patiently for you to give him an answer. If you weren’t so stubborn you would have already begged him to touch you. As it was, the maddening proximity of his lips and the feel of his thumb brushing over your mouth was sending your mind reeling because  - oh the audacity of him to be this close and not kiss you!

“Please.” You ground out. He chuckled.

“Oh, now that sounded so reluctant.” He teased.

“Demetri if my pants aren’t off in the next ten seconds-“ his grip on your jaw tightened, cutting you off as his smouldering eyes narrowed on you.

“Oh they are coming off little one…I warned you that mouth of yours would get you in trouble.” He muttered. His mouth slanted against yours feverishly, his tongue quickly prodding and twirling around your own. The hand on your jaw relinquished its grip in favour of pushing down between your bodies to deftly undo the button of your jeans. He left a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, leaving you gasping beneath him as your hands flew into the soft strands of his hair. It was impossible to keep the loud moan from escaping you when his mouth clamped first over one peaked nipple, then the other. A light tug of approval at his hair was rewarded with a low growl, one that vibrated through your ribs and was quickly followed by him sucking the sensitive flesh there in an effort to mark you as his – the fact your flesh would never bruise again didn’t seem to deter him from trying.

You were forced to let go of the soft strands of chestnut when he hit the waistband of your jeans, your hips pushing up so he could slip the fabric down over them and peel them from your legs. Toes curling, you felt the anticipation flood you and leave you immobile, breath caught in your throat as you waited for him to move. He stared at you for the longest while, eyes raking over every inch of your naked flesh as if deciding how best to make you fall apart.

Maybe he was.

“Metri please.” You begged, unable to take waiting any longer. His lips twitched upward.

“Consider it a lesson in patience, Y/N, “he chided lightly, “Move up the mattress slightly will you? I have no desire to ruin this moment by falling off the bed.” You giggled, your answering smile warm and genuine as you obeyed.

“Do you have enough room?” you asked. Demetri hummed, crouching between your legs once more as his fingers traced teasing patterns on your calves.

“I do. How attached are you to this particular set of underwear?” he asked. You frowned, mind slightly muddled by the distracting touch. His fingers were feather light against your skin, his barely there touch sending your thoughts spiralling as you thought of all the other places he could touch you, was going to touch you.

“My underwear? I…have others?” you asked, wondering if perhaps they were a colour he didn’t like or the design was –

“Well then.” He reached and pulled them from your body with ease, leaving you gasping and squirming in surprise. With a wink, he was suddenly between your thighs, his mouth attached to your clit and his eyes never losing yours as he suckled firmly. Eyes wide, you cried out in surprise, hands flying to his hair as an intense wave of relief overcame you. His mouth was blisteringly hot against all the most sensitive parts of you, and he knew how to play each part in perfect harmony. Demetri let go of your clit with a firm pop, his tongue dipping down between your folds to taste you, pressing flat and licking a long stripe from top to bottom. With a groan, you almost pulled his hair out at the roots when one of his hands snuck up to palm your breast, thumb flicking over your nipple at the same time as his tongue dipped shallowly into your core.

He was merciless in his torment, fanning the flames in your lower belly till your skin was feverish, your breathing uneven, and your mouth spewing the kinds of noises you had only ever heard in porn. Every nerve ending in your body was electric, your mind completely fogged with need for him. His scent in your nose only aroused you further because it was tainted somehow with something incredibly exciting, a smell that made your already hot and bothered body even more aroused. The sensation building in your gut was foreign to you but the tighter the knot became the more you got the sense you were on the edge of something extraordinary, Demetri never once ceasing his movements but keeping a firm eye on the way your expression contorted and your body squirmed.

He pulled away without warning.

Demetri had clearly planned the moment, his hands pulling yours from his hair and pinning them at your sides. His mouth was glistening, and it took you a moment through the haze of lust clouding your senses to understand it was your arousal – as if you weren’t already burning up so badly the venom in your veins might combust.

“I – no – what –“ you could barely force out a coherent sentence, breathing hard and squirming in discomfort as your core pulsed with unmet need. You were right on the precipice of release, so close and yet so far and falling further and further away from it with every moment he left you unattended. Demetri shot you a shark like grin.

“I told you that mouth of yours was going to get you into trouble, I think I am done eating for the day.” He told you. An almost unintelligible noise left your lips, your skin prickling and fingers twitching. Demetri didn’t leave you completely high and dry, letting go of one of your hands so he could trail his fingertips around you, teasingly slipping along your folds once or twice to gather some of the wetness there. You tried to push your hips further into his hand, the friction something you desperately craved. You had never felt anything quite like the lust you felt right now, your need for him unparalleled, worse even than the thirst had been in those first few days as a newborn. Venom stung the backs of your eyes, tears of sheer frustration you weren’t capable of spilling building alongside your desire. You couldn’t hold the whine that escaped you when he slipped a finger into you, knuckle deep and probing at your insides in search of something.

His face remained intrigued, enjoying your needy little expressions and noises as his fingers probed you expertly. He knew exactly how to move them without adding to your pleasure, teasing enough to keep you aroused but not enough to push you over the edge. Pushing up on your elbows you tried to get his name out, but all you could make was a garbled little sound as he slipped a second finger into you and curled them upward. He had clearly found the spot he was looking for, and you knew it had to be that one spot because his laughter when you threw your head back against the pillows was loud.

“Metri please.” You begged. He had been pressing feather light kisses to your ribs as he tortured you, the stretch as he spread his fingers apart not entirely pleasant but not painful either. It didn’t feel half as good as it did when he curled them. He hummed.

“Do you understand the lesson I am trying to teach you here?” he wondered. Even in your muddled state you go the message loud and clear. He had been toying with you all along, giving you exactly what you wanted only to withdraw it as he so desired. The message was simple, the delivery effective – Demetri was in control. Nodding, you stared at him pleadingly.

His head tilted. “Use your words little one.”

Oh, he was so going to pay for this…

“Yes.” You growled. Demetri’s fingers stopped dead, buried in your heat and remaining absolutely immobile. The groan that escaped you only seemed to make the mischief in his eyes brighter.

“I believe I said words. You see, the s on the end makes it plural so I expect more than one.” He smirked.

“Metri! I get it okay! You’re in charge just please – god please!” you implored, throwing away the last of your dignity in an effort to get some relief. Demetri nodded, his fingers stroking placatingly at your walls once more and slowly picking up speed. Your hips stopped squirming quite so much as Demetri ensured he touched you exactly where you needed him, and this time he didn’t stop until your moans trailed into a cry of his name that you were sure the Masters must have heard in the throne room. You couldn’t bring yourself to care in that moment as the aftershocks of your orgasm made your heat throb around his digits, your entire body having tensed and now unfurling slowly. It was a nice warm sensation that spread over you from head to toe, relaxing every muscle that had tensed as he wound you up. It was obvious already no other man could ever going to give you the same level of satisfaction, and you thanked whichever force of fate had paired you with this one.

“There we go, good girl.” He praised, trailing sweet kiss along your jaw. Lazily, you turned your head, searching for his mouth. Demetri happily obliged you, tongue languidly stroking yours with a contented hum. Unable to resist, you slid your hands into his hair again, his low growl sending a shiver through you. When you parted, you watched him slip his glistening fingers past his lips with wide eyes.

“Fuck.” You whispered. It was hotter than it had any right to be. Demetri laughed loudly, more than a little amused by your reaction if the glimmer in his eyes was anything to go by. You became aware of the hard length of him pressing into your thigh then, his body pressed against yours and hips rolling to alleviate some of his own arousal with a little friction. Turning onto your side you very carefully pushed him back, kissing him sweetly as your hand dipped down his stomach, feeling the muscles fluttering even though he kept still for you this time. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, his clean hand playing with your hair. Though his eyes were darkened by lust he still stared at you adoringly in that way only Demetri ever seemed to be able to do.

“Help me help you?” you asked quietly. Clearly your mate had far more experience than you did. For once, your mind, body and soul was calm, your senses not so overwhelmed. If he could offer a little guidance to allow you to make him feel even a fraction of the contentment you felt, you had no qualms about asking. Demetri had created such an atmosphere that you put your trust in him explicitly, no embarrassment or insecurity required. He searched your face, looking for any sign of hesitation, and when he found none the hand that wasn’t playing with your hair pulled yours away from the bulge in his pants you were squeezing and towards his belt buckle.

“I highly doubt you can do any wrong.” He admitted ruefully. Having Demetri pleasure you was one thing, but knowing he trusted you to reciprocate was another. He moved to help you get him out of his pants, watching you carefully as you took in the length of him springing free from his boxers. If the little thrill that shot through you was noticeable he didn’t comment. He stood proudly against his stomach, playing with you having aroused him fully. Sensing your trepidation, Demetri took your hand and squeezed lightly.

“Sorry.” You said sheepishly. He shook his head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.

“Yes.” You didn’t hesitate to nod.  

Demetri nodded once in reply, settling himself back against the pillows and using his hands to guide your own around his cock. For a moment he simply let you get used to the feel of him in your hand, hot and hard, and then he carefully clasped your fingers around him a little more firmly.

“Do not grip me much tighter than this, this is the kind of pressure you want to exert.” He told you. His other hand was digging in the bedside drawer and with ease he tossed you an hourglass shaped bottle. Lube. Now this you had been taught about in sex ed, and though the execution was perhaps a little sloppy thanks to a stubborn cap, you squirted some into your palm and gripped him again. He exhaled sharply.

“Did I hold you too tight?” you asked worriedly. He shook his head, grinning slightly.

“Next time, do me a favour and warm up the lube a little first love?” he teased. Sticking your tongue out, you smoothly slid your hand up his shaft. He sighed, shivering a little and letting his eyes flutter closed. He hummed appreciatively, letting you get a hang of the up and down motion he seemed to enjoy. The slick sounds of your hand moving along his cock might have made you squirm under any other circumstance, but the atmosphere was calm, relaxed, and you felt comfortable taking it slow, teasingly experimenting with different ways to touch him. He growled slightly when you passed your fingers over a vein, his brows furrowing in pleasure when your thumb ran over the head of his cock. He was clearly fighting against making any noise but the sharp, huff of air through his nose every now and then let you know he was enjoying it more than he let on.

“How are you doing?” you asked him. Time seemed useless here and you couldn’t count the minutes that had passed since you’d landed in bed together, but you felt a small sense of accomplishment when he grunted and thrust up into your hand. It didn’t really matter anyway. You could have spent an eternity like this.  

“I need you to tell me what you want again because I could easily finish like this, but I would much rather be inside of you.” He confessed freely. Your stomach fluttered, heat pulsing through you at the mere thought. It had been unexpected, just how arousing watching your mate come undone to your touch alone could be, but you couldn’t deny that the sticky feeling at the apex of your thighs was back with a vengeance. It had never really gone away but your skin was starting to prickle with heat again at his blunt confession, and the longer you spent watching him twitch and bite back his sounds the stronger the need pulsing in you became. Demetri groaned softly as your thumb ran over him once more.

“I told you already Metri, I want you.” You said decisively.

“Then I – ah – I will need you to stop touching me fairly quickly.” He admitted, thrusting into your hand again with a grunt. With a giggle, you teasingly slowed your movements to a halt, giving him one last squeeze for good measure before pulling your sticky hand back. Demetri deftly tossed you some tissue to clean your hand off with and quickly sat up, cupping the back of your head to pull your mouth to his. His kisses were all searing heat and need, hungry in the way that his mouth devoured yours. He made it seem effortless, the way he rolled you onto your back and situated himself between your thighs again, one hand tangled in your hair and the other reaching to clasp your thigh over his hip.

Taking the hint, you lifted the leg he couldn’t reach until you had locked both of them around him, keeping him trapped close to you until that tangible electricity was sparking between your skin, jumping from his flesh to yours and back again. The hand in your hair slid free, the one on your thigh pushing up your body deftly until he had your wrists in his grasp and was expertly interlocking them above your head. Your neck strained slightly to look up, watching with wide eyes as he pinned one wrist beneath the other and ensured they were locked in place against the pillow by his palm.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“I thought you had learned your lesson? I am in charge Y/N and the rules are simple. Keep your hands up and do not touch me until I say you can. Think of this as…an exercise in self-control.” He chuckled, mouthing his way down the column of your throat. You wanted to gulp, to tell him it was unfair because already your fingers were itching to card through the soft strands of hair tickling your jaw. Demetri kissed his way back down your body, his lips closing repeatedly over your flesh as his hand groped for the lube he’d dropped earlier. Pursing your lips, you tried not to let your frustration with him show. You wanted him, all of him, regardless of how daunting it was. So why was he still teasing you? The lube was cold as he let his fingers rub over you with quick, firm movements. His burgundy eyes flickered up, pupils blown and almost swallowing the irises.

“Metri.” You groaned in frustration as he slipped two of his fingers into your heat, curling and stretching. How he had such self-control when he clearly wanted this as much as you did was beyond you.

“Now what did we say about patience little one?” he chided, leaning down to kiss your clit gently. A soft whine escaped you, the warmth of his breath and the feel of his fingers making your toes curl. The stretch when he added a third was minimal given how liberal he was being with his bottle of lube, and you couldn’t help but sigh in relief when he finally applied some to himself after an agonising eternity of feeling too little of him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any last sign of hesitation as he hovered over you. Your hands twitched, wanting to cup his cheek and drag him to you for a kiss, but you feared he’d leave you needy and wanting again if you broke his one, simple rule. Instead, you settled for a simple nod, and with a quiet whisper of something in a language you didn’t know, Demetri finally settled himself on one elbow and eased into you with a slow roll of his hips.

His heavy breathing and the quiet curse that escaped him made the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. Demetri clasped his free hand over your hip, pulling you into him as he spread his legs and squirmed to get closer. It didn’t seem possible for him to be any deeper inside of you, not when you were sure the head of his cock was kissing your very soul. His eyes had never left yours the entire time he did this, watching you in open-mouthed awe as your back arched and your heels dug into the tops of his thighs to pull him closer. Demetri pressed his forehead to yours and your hands moved of their own accord, the need to touch him overwhelming. With a quiet snarl he quickly took his hand from your hip and pinned them back above your head. Gasping, you tightened your thighs around him to prevent him from pulling out of you, using as much of your newborn strength as you could without hurting him.

“No, don’t, please, I’m sorry!” you begged. Laughing breathlessly, Demetri nudged your nose with his own, the sweet kiss that followed relaxing you, beguiling you into thinking you wouldn’t face punishment for breaking his one rule. What a fool you were. The moment your legs loosened their grip on his hips he had pulled out of you, and you gave an indignant little cry that made his eyes flash.

“I gave you one simple rule. Give me your hands, now.” He ordered. Any thoughts of complaining fled your mind when the delightful little quiver that ran down your spine landed in your core. It was clear to see why so many in the guard respected his authority, and for the briefest moment you had enough startling clarity to realise you would be one of the guard expected to follow his orders in a few short months, but if he gave them in that authoritative tone…you so hoped it was a contextual thing and it wouldn’t sound so horrifically arousing anywhere outside of the bedroom. What you didn’t need was anyone else smelling the arousal that flooded you when he spoke like that.

Biting your lip, you obediently held out your hands. Demetri moved backwards, bending at the waist to reach towards the floor at the foot of your bed. He pulled up his shirt and ripped the sleeve from it, making you gasp. He chuckled, the sound dark and filled with lust.

“You already ruined the buttons.” He reminded you. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips as he moved back towards you, taking hold of your wrists and moving them towards the headboard again. His mouth claimed yours once more, hips rocking to slide his cock through your wetness. The friction against your clit made you whine, the feel of him hot and hard between your folds almost too much to bear. It thoroughly distracted you from the fact he had threaded his shirt sleeve through the fancy filigree of the headboard, then looped it around your wrists in such an intricate knot you doubted that Einstein would have known where to start with unravelling it.

“Metri!” you protested, giving the fabric a tug. Once your instincts took over your struggling against the bonds were inevitable, but Demetri was quick to ease the innate panic in your newborn mind.

“You are stronger than the fabric of the shirt little one, you can free yourself whenever you so desire, but if this is too much tell me now.” His voice rumbled through your bones, the touch of his hand on your cheek light. All movement had ceased and your mind was slipping into a different kind of frenzy than you were used to. With a gasp, you leaned into his touch and squeezed your eyes tight. The need you felt was unparalleled and you could quickly feel yourself becoming overwhelmed by it all.

“I – I just want – ugh please.” You groaned. Demetri stroked your cheek lightly, whispering your name gently. His eyes were concerned as he pulled back slightly, calling your attention to him a little more. It was somewhat easier to think when he wasn’t ensnaring all of your senses like that. You could feel him, but he wasn’t the only thing you could see anymore. You counted the cracks in the wooden canopy to try and ground yourself, inhaled the prominent smell of his arousal but caught the fresh loaves the nearby bakery always put in the oven at night. Able to focus a little better again through the pulsing in your core you managed to recall his question, taking a few deep breaths. He was right of course, this was just a shirt, the fabric flimsy. Him on the other hand…

“This is okay. I just need you. I need you.” You promised. Demetri hummed, nodding slightly and pressing a light kiss to your jaw.

“If it becomes too much, simply break free.” He whispered, moving his mouth along your jaw. His thrust was sudden and unexpected, drawing a yelp from you he swallowed with a searing kiss. He didn’t stay still this time either, drawing his hips back before he rolled them into yours once more. A drawn-out moan had him shuddering as your legs came up to latch about his once more. Demetri didn’t hesitate to settle himself on one elbow, the steady roll of his hips never ceasing as he fought to be as close to you as possible. The full feeling didn’t abate, the ebb and flow of it as he thrust into you maddening on a whole other level. That lust-filled frenzy crept back into your mind slowly but surely and you found yourself helplessly set adrift on it.

Demetri could do nothing but watch in awe as your pleasure mounted, your body welcoming him again and again as he speared into your heat with firmer, quicker thrusts. He was never going to last, not when your eyes were rolling into the back of your skull and those delirious little noises were tumbling from your lips. He was quite sure you had no idea you were making them, your hips sloppily moving to meet him stroke for stroke. With a groan he slipped his hand down your thigh, hooking it beneath your knee so he could bring your leg up and over his shoulder. It changed the game entirely. He was deeper now, his hips driving up into yours at a new angle with more ferocity, and you seemed to completely succumb to him.

“God Metri.” You moaned. It was the first coherent thing you’d said to him in a while and he jumped on the opportunity.

“So good, you are doing so well little one,” he groaned, hips slapping against your own as he moved a little more frantically, “Are you okay?” the panted question was met with black eyes, your irises completely darkened by a delirious sort of need. Nostrils flaring, you snarled quietly and tugged hard on the bonds shackling your wrists – perhaps too hard. Demetri didn’t seem to care, meeting your snarl with a growl of his own as he pressed closer in an effort to pin you down. You didn’t care for it. All you knew was Demetri. He was above you, encasing you, inside you. His comforting presence was now absolutely infuriating. Nothing felt close enough, deep enough. He was all you could smell, all you could taste, all you could feel, but it wasn’t enough to drive your overheated body over the edge just yet. You were close though, oh so close.

In a quick series of movements you had used your leg to push him back, only to reach and pull him back beneath you. Demetri gasped slightly as his back hit the mattress, but you gave him absolutely no reprieve, straddling his hips and taking his cock in hand to line him up with your entrance. It took more than one attempt, your body shaking with the intensity of the pleasure and desire coursing through you, completely lost in the hazy little bubble of lust and love, but the moment you sank down on him you knew this was just what you had needed. If the little smirk on his lips was anything to go by, it was what he had expected to. He moved to try and sit up, embrace you, but you slammed your hands into his chest and shoved him back to the mattress with a growl. Demetri squeezed his eyes closed, breath coming in quick little pants now as he let you take the lead, his scorching palms finding your hips and getting a firm grip so he could pause you for just long enough to draw his knees up slightly, planting his feet on the mattress.

The only way to describe the next few minutes was animalistic. Demetri drove up into you as you slammed yourself down onto him, completely lost in your ecstasy. The pair of you were perfectly in synch and growing increasingly desperate for release as you crashed together over and over. The screech of something metallic was prominent in your ears, Demetri grunting your name. His chest was almost crumbling beneath your touch, your fingers having clawed at his skin and living hairline cracks in their wake. You quickly moved them to the pillow by his head, bending over far enough he could latch his mouth to your breast. You threw your head back, hips swivelling frantically against his own as the growing tension in your core exploded outward without warning.

For a moment, you swore you felt his pleasure to, finding it impossible to breathe as your muscles clenched again and again, the waves of euphoria drowning you repeatedly. It was impossible to separate one moment from the next, colours bursting in your mind as your body slumped against his. Demetri sat up to catch you the moment you began to quiver. He held you up dutifully even when his bones turned to jelly, the pleasure more intense than he was used to but nothing that was too overwhelming for him. His brain had short-circuited for just a moment when he came, bursts of lightning streaking down his spine and through his cock till he was completely spent, just like you. He rolled you carefully onto your back, pulling out of you to give you some space to recover. For a while, there was nothing but the sound of your heavy breathing mingling in the air, the world calming as some sort of equilibrium was restored to your body.

Sapped of your strength, you opened your eyes to a thousand floating feathers. They fell as silently and gracefully as snow, the soft caress of them against your skin making you shudder as you lifted a hand to catch one and promptly let it fall back against the pillow when you realised you really hadn’t the energy to do so. A fresh explosion of feathers from behind your head made you gasp, and you rolled your head to try and find the source. The pillow beneath your head was torn open, a jagged line revealing the innards of your pillow with what appeared to be four equally as rugged lines either side of it where you vaguely recalled placing your fingers when you switched positions earlier.

Demetri lay on his side, one arm beneath his head as he watched your reaction. Above your heads the headboard was broken, its centre collapsing inwards and the grooves in the wood surrounding the damage cracked open. Pursing your lips, you tried to quell the rising embarrassment as you pushed yourself up. Though your body protested heartily you forced yourself to if only to find the missing piece of your headboard. You immediately buried your face in your pillow again when you found it had shattered into splinters near the door to your room…the opposite side of the room.

Demetri’s laughter filled your ears, his lips pressing warmly to your shoulder in a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I broke our bed.” You squeaked.

“I expected as much.” He chuckled. His fingers ghosted up and down your spine, relaxing you as only he could. Oddly enough, there was no heat behind his touch now. It was warm and gentle but it didn’t stir any sort of fire inside you, didn’t make you crave him in that same, carnal way it had previously. Everything was tranquil, your body satiated and mind calm. He emitted something comforting you wanted to wrap yourself in and never emerge from.

“You knew?” you asked finally, wearily turning your body to face him. Demetri’s hand moved from your back to your side, playing along your ribs as he hummed with a wicked grin.

“I ordered a new one weeks ago, we simply have to remove it from storage and put it together. I must say I was expecting you to take control a lot sooner than you did.” He mused. Your face twisted in a confused expression and Demetri patiently waited for your mind to connect the dots. With a little gasp, you did so.

“Okay firstly it was very presumptuous of you to order a bed frame weeks ago. Secondly, you knew I was going to go all…she-hulk?” you demanded, slightly mortified at the knowledge.

“It happens to us all little one, another right of passage in this life…nothing can truly prepare you for how good an enhanced sense of touch can make physical pleasure feel,” he brushed your hair back from your face when you tried to hide yourself with it, “Besides, I had heard it is supposed to be even more intense between mates…I confess I found myself quite disbelieving until I felt myself.”

“So I’m not just that good at sex?” you asked wryly. Demetri laughed, bringing you into his chest so he could kiss you slowly, deeply. Oh…oh these were your new favourite type of kisses for sure, you were glad you had no need to breathe anymore.

“Oh you are very good little one but tell me you do not feel it? The mate bond feels stronger.” He pointed out. For a moment you let the silence grow. He wasn’t wrong. There was always some sort of connection that led you back to Demetri, some sort of invisible force that signified his presence as a part of you, his presence thrumming through your veins. It had almost doubled in its intensity now, the strong pull you had felt before seeming meagre in comparison to this. You had no words to describe just how full your heart felt, his adoring gaze and gentle touch making your chest burst open again and again, overflowing with affection for this man.

“I love you so much.” You whispered. Demetri smiled.

“I love you to Y/N, always,” he promised, nose brushing yours in a sweet eskimo kiss, “Wait here, I shall get the bath running for us and ring down for Gianna to change the bedsheets.” You pouted as he parted from you, sitting up and realising for the first time now that the bed sheets had been torn apart to.

“Oh come on, there is no way I destroyed the whole bed!” you protested. Demetri chuckled, pushing to his feet. You bit your lip, taking in all his naked glory. From abdominals that were carved form marble to the perfect, luscious outline of his buttocks, it was beyond comprehension how you had managed to bag a statue of David lookalike. Glancing at you over his shoulder, Demetri sent you a wink, strolling leisurely to the bathroom as your jaw dropped. A mischievous little smile worked its way onto your lips, a smug feeling blossoming in your chest as you realised you weren’t the only one who had gotten a little delirious with pleasure. Demetri was clearly not as in control as he thought.

Wrapping the torn-up sheet around you, you padded towards the bathroom when you heard the water begin to crash into the luxurious tub. Demetri glanced at you as you walked in before turning to the shelves that held his prized bath oils.

“You almost wear it like a trophy.” He said, amusement colouring his voice warmly. He wrapped an arm around you when you stepped into his side once he was done adding his chosen scents to the tub. You were immediately comforted by the smell of camomile and jasmine floating up with the steam. Nuzzling into his chest, you hummed contentedly. He felt like home.  

“Maybe I should, the big bad tracker unravelled by a manic little newborn, seems like something I should get a trophy for.” You shot back with a grin. His head shook good-naturedly, his grin ever widening. With the hand that wasn’t holding up the bedsheet, you reached for his and looped your pinkies together. He tightened his finger around yours, bringing the interlocking pinkies to his lips. He didn’t need to know that this time, it was you who was making him a promise, one you intended to keep. It needed to be this way forever, you decided. You needed him to always look this happy, this relaxed, it was vital to your very sanity. You could fulfil that promise at the very least.

You would live your happily ever after together until time brought it to an end, and time…well you had a lot of that, didn’t you?  

[moonknightly]

Could Feel You Surrounding Me : Santiago “Pope” Garcia x Reader

Word Count: 3.1k

Excerpt: “Thinking about the aftermath almost felt like giving yourself false hope. You didn’t want to think about the future until you knew for certain that Santi was in the clear.”

Warnings: Uhh mentions of injury, blood, cursing. That’s it I think? This one has a happy ending fellas!

The first emotion you experience is shock. It’s unfathomable, how someone you love and care for so deeply, with every inch of your being, could be at the forefront of a situation you thought only existed in dramatized TV shows — under harsh lights, covered in bandages that turn from white to red and only do so much to hide the cuts and the bruises that mark their skin. Attached to various tubes, drains, and IV lines. So many different wires.

The sight is near unbearable, and it doesn’t get any easier, no matter how many hours or even days pass by in a blur of fast-moving staff wearing stethoscopes and scrubs. And everytime you close your eyes, you tell yourself that once you open them again, you’ll finally be used to it. You tell yourself it’s not gonna hurt as bad this time, but it’s even harder than it was before.

And the sounds. God, the sounds. The unfamiliar, almost haunting beeps and buzzes that start to become a comfort because they serve as the only reminder that they’re still there. The excruciating and traumatic cries of a family’s hearts breaking from down the hall mixed with rare periods of somber silence. The rapid-fire exchange of incomprehensible medical terminology, so many different medications and diagnoses and explanations that you just can’t wrap your head around.

It starts with the shock, because while you knew that this reality existed outside of those damned TV shows, and while you were aware of the possibility of having to live it yourself, given his line of work, you never thought you would actually have to face seeing Santi lying in the ICU like this.

Because he promised. Each and every single time he went out on a mission, he promised you that he’d come home to you, safe and sound and in one piece. And Santiago never broke his promises. Not a damn one.

But it had been a freak accident, and he hadn’t even been on a mission, and that was probably what freaked you out the most. The new realization that it could happen at any given moment, at any given time in any given circumstance.

All of the sleepless nights spent in your empty bed, praying to any divine being that would listen, worrying over his safety and just wishing him home, and he’d managed to land himself in this position during a boy’s trip into the mountains for a little leisurely camping.

They’d been rock climbing, something they were all five well-trained in, but the rope had been settled against a rock with a rather sharp edge, and the constant pulling of his weight had cut straight through it. It was a fall that he was lucky to survive. The paramedics who arrived on scene hadn’t expected to find him alive, and definitely hadn’t expected him to come back once he needed to be resuscitated.

His neglect to check the ridge was something that seemed so out of character for both him and the other boys. No detail was ever overlooked. It was hard for you to believe that he hadn’t noticed how sharp the edge of the rock had been, but you also knew Santi — he never would have thought it would happen to him

There were several things the nurses told you that you didn’t quite understand, and honestly, you couldn’t find it in yourself to ask them to clarify, or put it into words that actually made sense. As ignorant as it was, you almost didn’t want to understand. You didn’t want to focus on all of his injuries and the no doubt long recovery ahead until he opened those big brown eyes of his that you so adored and kept them open.

Thinking about the aftermath almost felt like giving yourself false hope. You didn’t want to think about the future until you knew for certain that Santi was in the clear.

What you did understand was that he had several broken ribs, some injuries to his spinal cord, and a moderate traumatic brain injury amongst other things blunt force trauma to his abdomen and chest caused. He’d needed a blood transfusion down in the ER, and he was on so many different medications, you couldn’t keep up.

They’d sedated him after a mild seizure, keeping him in a medically induced coma for the first two days before waking him again. He hadn’t been able to stay awake for long though, and while your eyes had briefly met, you don’t think he really registered who you were or what was going on.

It was day four now, and he was breathing on his own. He was waking up unprompted more and more, usually to vomit, but would fall back asleep after only a minute or two. Sometimes he would glance towards you as if to make sure that someone was still with him, sometimes he would only blink at the ceiling. He’d move, but only if a nurse asked him to touch his nose or wiggle his toes, and he hadn’t said a word.

But neither had you. Each time he looked at you, you could only stare back, blinking away your tears until you were sure he was asleep again. Only then would you let yourself cry, and fuck, did you cry. You were sure you had cried more in the last four days than you ever had before.

Only one person was allowed in the room at a time, and the only time you left his side was to let one of the boys visit. Frankie usually sat with you in the cafeteria while the other three took their turns, trying to get you to eat something, but he’d convinced you to use the time that day to run home and get a shower in, and grab yourself some clothes and other things you’d need since it was apparent you wouldn’t be leaving. He knew no one other than Santiago could convince you to stay the night in your own home rather than in the recliner by his bedside.

Frankie also knew that as brave as Pope was, he’d want you next to him through it all. He’d be heartbroken if he woke up and you weren’t there.

You’d be just as torn up over it.

A nurse checked on him every hour, and it was this particular nurse’s last round before shift change. You liked her. Her name was Casey, and she was always so gentle with him. It was obvious that she actually cared about her patients, not just for them, and you appreciated it to no end, words failing every time you tried to properly thank her. You knew the comfort was something he needed, something you were still too scared to give him. You were afraid to touch him, so terrified that you’d hurt him or cause him even an ounce of discomfort. You hadn’t even touched his hand.

But, it was something you needed to get over. You both needed it.

You watched as she worked around him, checking to make sure everything was still in place, double checking it even after she was sure nothing had wiggled its way loose. She peeked over her shoulder towards you. “The doctors are bringing in an occupational therapist tomorrow.”

“For what?” you asked, shifting in your chair, eyes flickering between her and Santi.

“We’re hoping to keep him awake long enough to get him to write a few things down. See if communicating that way is a possibility. And if not that, maybe we can get him to point at a chart with different letters to spell things out.”

You shifted again. “Is he ready for that?”

“The doctors seem to think so. The longer he stays awake, the better we can gauge where he’s at cognitively.”

You stayed silent at that, your stomach flipping as another bout of fear moved through you.

Casey seemed to know exactly where your head was at though, and she stopped momentarily to reach back and set a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“He’s expected to make a full recovery sweetheart. I’m not the type to believe in miracles and things like that, but given what he’s already pulled himself through, he’s one lucky man.”

You smiled gently, putting your hand over hers, but a frown quickly worked its way back onto your face. “I’m just scared he doesn’t recognize me. Every time he looks at me, it’s almost like he’s looking through me.”

“And does that make you love him any less?”

You were taken aback by her words, completely shocked. But you immediately shook your head, eyebrows furrowing. “Of course not.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because it’s not his fault.” Your answer was again immediate. “Because he just went through some shit and it’s not his fault at all. I vowed to love him for better or for worse, and that wasn’t a promise either of us took lightly.”

“Exactly,” she shrugged, pointing to him. “Because that’s still your husband. He’s still your Santiago. There’s just a few kinks to work out, and even if those kinks did become permanent, you’d still love him, right?.”

“Absolutely.”

“Then there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You knew she was right. You knew that even if he didn’t recognize you at first, the doctors were near positive that he would eventually. And even if he didn’t, and he had to relearn you completely, it’d be worth it. Because at least he was still alive, still breathing. You still had him.

“Thank you.”

Casey smiled, smiling and squeezing your shoulder gently before turning her attention back to Santiago.

Once she was finished, she turned towards you again, tilting her head to the side. “You know, he could really use a bath. And I think he’d appreciate it if you were the one to do it instead of me.”

The smirk on her face was entirely noticeable, and you knew exactly what she was doing, but you still nodded your head, suddenly craving the physical contact, that connection.

“Great,” she hummed, leaving the room to grab the supplies you would need in order to give him a sponge bath.

She returned a moment letter with a cloth, some soap and deodorant, and a basin of water, instructing you to stay clear of any bandages, and to not worry about his hair. If he woke up, you could try to wash his back, but otherwise she didn’t want you to worry about that either. You nodded your head, listening intently even though it was all pretty straightforward. She turned off the bed alarm, showing you which button to press once you got up again, and left the room.

Once Casey was gone, you took a moment to just stare at him, even though you hadn’t truly looked at anything else in the last four days. He looked better than he had when you first saw him, really. He had some color back in his cheeks, and the lines on his forehead had smoothed out. He looked almost peaceful.

You sighed gently, giving yourself one final push before stepping forward, carefully peeling the blanket and the sheet away from his body.

Should you try to wake him? Or would it be better for you to just go for it? You decided on the latter, thinking it would be better if he woke up on his own accord. If he stayed asleep, then it was obvious his body needed it.

“Hey, sweet boy,” you whispered as you sat down on the edge of the bed, pushing a few sweat soaked curls away from his forehead. “I’d ask how you’re doing but that seems a little redundant right now.”

You chuckled to yourself, shaking your head as you reached for the cloth, wetting it and applying a little bit of soap. You started on his arms, staying away from his IV and the bandage near his elbow. Your touch was gentle, slow, but the feeling of his skin under your fingertips after not feeling it for days set both your body and soul ablaze, chest so full of love and something else that you couldn’t quite place. Relief, maybe? You didn’t know.

“The boys have been in and out,” you continued, even though he couldn’t hear you. You just wanted to talk to him. “Frankie told me you woke up for a second the last time he was in here. He cried a little bit, but he’s never gonna admit it.”

You hesitated, moving to untie the hospital gown as much as you could, pulling it down just enough to reveal his chest, being extremely careful not to accidentally disconnect a wire for the heart monitor. You started on his upper arms.

“The boys feel like shit. They all think there was something they could’ve done to prevent it, even though everyone knows it was just a stupid accident. Benny’s taking it really hard.”

You brought your free hand to his lower stomach, your fingertips tracing random shapes and patterns into his skin as you moved the cloth over his right shoulder, your eyes glued to your movements.

“I miss you so much,” you sighed, shaking your head slowly. “I mean, I know you’re right fucking here, but you know what I mean. I miss your hugs, your kisses. Your voice. Those beautiful, beautiful eyes of yours.”

The tears started before you even had a chance to realize. You could feel them trailing down your cheeks, falling onto the sheets below.

“I just really need you to be okay, you hear me baby? I need you.”

Your voice cracked, and you felt yourself begin to shake, the sobs moving through your body with relentless force. You made yourself stay quiet though, not wanting to scare a nurse or a family down the hall, or even Santi himself.

Nothing had ever been so hard. This entire experience had been more than difficult, but as you sat there, thinking about how things could have gone in an entirely different direction, and how you could have walked away a widow instead of a wife, you realized exactly how true Casey’s words had been. Santi really was lucky, and so were you.

And if this was hard for you, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how hard it would be for him once he was fully conscious again, and able to make sense of everything that he’d been through. The doctors were still unsure of just how far his brain injury ran, but they were sure there were things that would take time to come back to him — like his ability to speak, possibly his ability to walk. They predicted that he’d have migraines for months. Light sensitivity, some dizziness and confusion that could last just as long. Fatigue, general weakness. Pain. His recovery was going to be hell, and there you were, having sat by his bedside for four days feeling sorry for yourself.

How could you have been so selfish? In a time where your husband needed you most?

You felt selfish even crying, but you couldn’t stop. The tears just kept pouring, and the hole in your chest grew and grew as you continued to spiral deeper and deeper into your thoughts.

You were only pulled from them when you felt a set of knuckles gently brush against your cheek, and for a moment, you thought one of the boys had managed to sneak their way in, or maybe it was even Casey coming to check in one last time before heading home for the night.

The last thing you expected to see when you blinked your eyes open was a familiar pair of warm brown ones staring right back at you.

Brown eyes full of recognition and worry.

You gasped, not able to stop the sound before it left your lips, but you did refrain from throwing your arms around him, knowing the action would probably hurt him or knock something loose. Instead, you reached up, taking his hand and intertwining your fingers with his.  

“Santi?”

He blinked a couple of times, looking as if he wanted to say something in response, but he could only frown, and you knew him well enough to notice that his inability to speak was already frustrating him.

But you almost took that as a good thing, because it showed that he remembered waking up before, and how he hadn’t been able to speak any of those times either. The fact that he remembered was good, right?

And he might not have been able to verbally speak, but there were still so many things he could say without words. You felt him squeeze your hand, three times — a silent “I love you”, something he had started doing not long after saying it to you for the first time.

“I love you too, baby. I love you so much.”

He pulled on your hand, trying to bring you closer to him, and you started to shake your head, still worried about hurting him.

“Santi, no-”

This time he gently smacked your hand, effectively silencing you as he pointed to his shoulder, and you knew what he was trying to tell you — you wouldn’t hurt him if you were only lying against his shoulder.

He knew exactly what you were thinking without you needing to speak, too.

And you couldn’t deny him, not when he was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes he knew would get him anything he wanted.

You tossed the washcloth back into the water, and pulled his gown back up, redoing the ties before scooting further up the bed. You made sure that everything was out of the way before leaning back against him, keeping your eyes trained on his face the entire time. Only when he didn’t flinch did you finally relax.

And you both simply laid there, staring at one another, letting your eyes do all of the talking. Neither of you looked away, not even once. Not until Santi’s eyes started to close again, his exhaustion taking over once more. You kissed the corner of his mouth, and you watched as his lips twitched upwards into a small smile before he gave into unconsciousness.

He’d managed to stay awake for over half an hour this go around, and for twenty minutes the next time he woke up, and another twenty after that.

And when morning came and Casey walked into the room for the first round of her shift, all she could do was smile.

Santiago was awake again, and you were the one asleep, lightly snoring from your place on his shoulder, looking so completely at peace.

And he was looking at you like he was the luckiest man alive.

[secretaryunpaid]

A Time to Heal...

https://youtu.be/EWgUmtksj20

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1165

Warnings/Triggers: Alcoholism, near Death experience, Delirium, Anxiety, crying possible, mention of blood.

~~~~~DISCLAIMER ~~~~~~~

Characters belonging to Pixelberry: TNA -Samuel Dalton, TRR: Liam Rhys, Leo Rhys, Riley Rhys, Daniel

OC: Dahlia Schuyler, Alina Dalton

*** High Emotion Warning ***

Deep breath, cause here we go...

~~~

Sam falls hitting his head against the nearby dumpster, the sharp metal cutting deep within his skin. He lay there unconscious but breathing.

He’d reached out for her, thinking she was beckoning him to her, but she was only his drunken delusion.

The raindrops were like daggers of ice beating against his bruises, as he’d become scraped upon hitting the asphalt. “Alina,” was the last word that he breathed out before the world turned to total nothingness as his eyes drifted close...

His hearing still deceiving him in his unconsciousness, he heard her call, “Sam!” Then he felt her gentle hand touch him, heard her gasps of fear as she saw the pool of blood circling his head...

Her call echoes through his mind, ““Hello, I need an ambulance!!!, Hello, I need an ambulance!!!... You’ve got to hurry, PLEASE !!!!, You’ve got to hurry, PLEASE…”

He’s unsure of why her voice has changed, this wasn’t the voice he had fallen so deeply in love with...

“Sam, ha ha, you’re proposing to me? Here ??? Ohmygod, YES ... yes ... yes ... yes...”

The echo fades as he hears her say, “Stay with me Sam... Please... please... Help is on the way... way... way. I’m going to try to get you out of the rain... rain... rain .. Hold on Sam... Sam... Sam...”

“She still loves me?... She still loves me!... I haven’t lost her. I need to help her, she can’t carry my dead weight ... Just move your feet... try not to allow her to support your full weight, Sam... Help any way you can ... My .. (hiss)... my head ... the throbbing ... must have hit my head... Focus Sam .. she can’t do this alone.”

Dahlia doesn’t know where else to go, but she’d given the name of the bar to the emergency operator .... She’d take him there... Surely the bartender wouldn’t mind ...

Staggering, she supports Sam on her back, hunched to allow his weight not to overwhelm her. She can feel Sam’s efforts to assist her. “That’s it Sam, we’re almost there ... You’re doing great!”

She reaches the door just as Daniel is turning the closed sign... She yells out for him to please open the door... “Please, we need to get out of the rain !!!”

Daniel peers through the window, recognizing the woman from before, and the generous patron who’d definitely over tipped him earlier ... Hesitantly, he unlocks the door and helps her bring him inside. “Do you have an emergency kit? I want to stop the bleeding if I can ...”

Daniel brings the emergency kit as quickly as he can, “Look, he can’t die in here ... I told him that earlier, too.”

“Thank you so much for letting me in, Daniel. He won’t be dying tonight if I can help it ... the paramedics should be here momentarily...”

She immediately begins to wash away the debris from the wound with the saline in the kit, using a makeshift cloth made up of wads of gauze, then applies wound seal just before applying finger pressure to the wound.

Sam hissed and groaned, muttering incoherent words... She asks for Daniel to bring her a bucket of ice and a clean dishcloth or towel. She quickly puts ice and a clean dishcloth or towel. She quickly puts ice in the cloth and applies it to the area swollen near the wound... “Sam, hold on... I hear sirens... just hold on...”

“Nnn... hold...,”said only in a whisper as his head lolls lifelessly... his frame slumps... Dahlia’s panic sets in... “SAM !!!”

Daniel ushers the paramedics over to Sam, and they quickly assess for pulse and breathing. They immediately lift him to the gurney. “How long has he been out?”

“Just now ... after I called 911...I’m not exactly sure originally, but he was unconscious when I found him... Please, he has to be okay !!” As the last word falls from her lips, Sam goes into a fit of convulsions.

“His body temp is low, breaths labored, clammy skin and heart rate rate is dropping. Let’s move, NOW !!”

“Where are you taking him ?!?”

“NewYork-Presbyterian Columbia and Cornell, but you’re coming along. LET’S MOVE !!!”

Dahlia watches in sheer panic as the paramedic works on Sam, the suction unit hummed strained noises as they attempt to empty Sam’s stomach contents... She can only hold herself tightly around her abdomen with one arm as she covers her gaped mouth with her trembling hand...

The shock of it all sets in... her actions... Alina’s death, the frantic run down the street in the cold stinging rain, the image of Sam in a bloody pool of water... her efforts in the the bar ... Seeing Daniel’s panicked face ... the loud echoes of the sirens... jerking and being thrown about as the ambulance speeds through traffic ... horns blaring... lights dancing across her stiffened frame as they raced in attempt to save his life...

“But, I... I love you Sam...I,” her breath catches, a lump forming in her throat ... “I’m sorry ... I’m not this person ... What have I done ?? Who have I become ???”

She watches as he’s connected to what seems like a million wires ... EKG abnormal... QRS wave...

Sounds of a flat line deafen Dahlia’s thoughts as her anxiety peaks... Her mentality shatters as she denies the truth of the scene before her ...

“Clear...,”  the female paramedic yells as she raises the corded paddles...

Dahlia’s frame goes slack, slumping against the wall of the bus ... “Miss? Miss?”

*****  Handling Alina’s confession ****

Liam plans to tell Riley immediately about Alina’s letter and his sons… but she seems more frayed as of late… He tries to reach out to her, wanting to hold her comfortingly, but she snaps…

“I’m not fragile, Liam!! I’m not shattering like some rock chipped window… I just need… (She settles in her tone and anxiety.) … I just need more time … The tears begin to well up in her eyes, but he never intentionally shows weakness before his Queen. She draws herself inward, folding into her own embrace, crossing to the window…

“So … Love, what is it that I can do … or have done for you? I’m always here...”

She cuts him short, bitterly… “NO ! No Liam, you’re not ALWAYS here… You’ll NEVER BE … here … not like before … Not when I need you most!” 

The pang in his chest radiates, crippling his breath… “LOVE …”

She quips quickly stopping his voice, “Just … go away Li-am… or maybe… I should…”

Not wanting to entertain the latter, he silently retreats from the room. His first thought is to call her physician, but it is cut short as he is approached …

~~~

“Brother! I came as quickly as I could…”

[toosicktoocare]

The Magnus Archives Hurt/Comfort Week!

Day 5: Hiding Pain/Injury

Setting: Season 4, JonMartin

Note: I’m pretty early on still in season 4, but I’ve gotta write something about the whole rib incident. Just imagine this is a little, soft side scene. 

Martin bumps into Jon, the two unavoidably crossing paths down a hall in the institute. He tenses, and he hates himself for it, for the pained look Jon shoots him throughout the incredibly long second they lock eyes. Martin breaks the gaze first, eyes casting downward, slowing when he spots Jon’s hand pressed gingerly to his side. He can’t keep the frown that plays at his lips, and he whips a quick, silent gaze back up, hoping his eyes, his furrowed brows, will do all the talking, but Jon just lets his hand fall to his side and walks past him with a curt nod, and Martin wishes, of all things this damned institute is capable of, that the floor beneath him would crack open and swallow him whole.

He trudges back to finish a task he’s working on for Peter, wishing, deep down to the very pit of his stomach, that he was with Jon, that things somehow were back to normal. But then Peter’s voice is infiltrating his thoughts, reminding Martin of why he’s isolating himself, and per usual, images of Jon laid up in a hospital bed flood his mind, overwhelming him, leaving him gasping, gripping at the closest wall to keep upright.

He recovers, and though he knows that Peter can read his every feeling based on his distant expression alone, he still manages to impress him once more, and when Peter slips out for a bit, he opts to seek out Jon, too curious and far too worried to play the whole distant act today.

He starts toward the archive, expecting Jon to be recording as if nothing insane has happened to them, but while he whips down halls, he pauses, catching a glimpse through a crack in the door of the break room.

Jon’s inside and hunched over a counter, arm wrapped tightly around his abdomen, and even with his vision partially blocked, Martin can still see the tight, trembling hand that Jon has pushed deep to his side, his fingers clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt. His breathing is ragged, and Martin pushes the door open, heart practically in his throat.

Jon’s body goes tight the second Martin wordlessly slips in, and Martin watches Jon draw in a few deep breaths, his tense muscles releasing along each exhale until he’s standing normally and turning silently to face Martin.

“Two times in one day? Lukas must not have the leash so tight today.” Jon leans back against the counter and crosses his arms, and Martin doesn’t miss the faint wince that pulls across Jon’s face with the small movement.

He chooses to ignore the bite to Jon’s tone; he’s gotten pretty good at it, if he might say. “Are you... You’re... What happened? You seem like you’re in pain.”

“Spying on me for Lukas? Can he not just watch my every move like Elias?”

“I’m not,” Martin sighs, clenching and unclenching his fists at his sides, “spying,” he spits out. “I’ve just... noticed. It’s your side...”

Jon hums, and the sharp aggravation softens on his face to somber curiosity. His gaze travels down to the floor, to his worn shoes, and he hunches inward and starts out of the room, mumbling “I’m fine,” as he passes by Martin.

Martin watches him go, and he doesn’t realize he’s crying until the hitch in his breath echoes against the bare break room walls. He covers his mouth, swallowing back the pain, the dark emotions, and sniffles quietly, turning to leave the room.

When he reaches his desk, he loses himself in his work, anything to distract himself from Jon. He often mutters under his breath, reminding himself that he’s doing this for Jon, that he never wants to see Jon edging death and wired to hell on a hospital bed again. He repeats a static mantra: he is strong, and he will prove that he is an asset. He will show everyone that he’s not some chum who pours tea with a happy-go-lucky pep to his step.

He works furiously for hours on end, only stopping when his back begins to twinge in pain, a telltale sign he’s been hunched over his computer for too long. He stands, backing and legs popping loudly, and starts toward the break room to get some tea.

Despite everything, he’s still curious and concerned, so he alters his route, making a small detour to pass by the archive. To his surprise, the door is ajar, and he spots Jon asleep on a cot he must’ve pulled into the room at some point. Jon’s lying on his side, curled into himself in a fetal position, and, once again, he’s got his arm wrapped tightly around his middle.

Sighing, Martin slips quietly into the room, padding as softly as possible to the cot. Jon’s face is a bit pale, he notes, and his face is pinched in pain. He’s breathing a bit ragged again, and Martin ghosts his palm across Jon’s forehead, finding it oddly cool to the touch.

Jon stirs under his hand, and Martin draws his hand back and drops to a crouch until he’s eye level with Jon’s slow, disoriented eyes.

“Martin,” Jon drags out, voice a few octaves lower than normal, edged with sleep.

“Jon, what’s going on? I know things are a bit... off right now, but you’re clearing hiding something. Did you get hurt?” Martin keeps his tone soft, not wishing to bombard Jon with loud, frantic questions when the man’s very clearly exhausted.

“My rib,” Jon mutters, and Martin watches as Jon’s hand curls tightly against his side.

“Your... rib? Did you fall or something? Is it broken?” Martin’s heart is beginning to thump hard against his own ribs, and he has to force his voice to not follow that building panic.

Jon turns his face into the flat pillow with a grunt, muttering “it’s gone. Still really sore.”

He’s fading, Martin decides, when Jon goes still before him, save the slow, ragged rise and fall with each breath.

“Jon? What do you mean it’s gone? What have you gotten yourself into?”

Jon doesn’t answer, and Martin tests the water, cautiously placing his hand over the one Jon has still pressed tightly to his side. He pushes carefully against it, and Jon’s body jerks underneath his touch. He whips a sharp gaze toward Martin before burying his face in the pillow once more.

“I’d rather you not do that again. Please.”

“What can I do?” Martin asks, whispering, and Jon sighs into the pillow, body deflating just a fraction.

“Do you have any pain killers? I can’t find mine...”

“Yes,” Martin gets to his feet, briefly eyeing the doorway. “Have you eaten? It would be better if you don’t take them on an empty stomach.”

“Not hungry,” Jon growls out quietly, and then Martin watches as Jon nods off once more, far too put out to fight a losing fight against the tug of sleep.

He has questions, a lot of questions, but Peter’s due back any minute now, and he doesn’t wish to fall victim to another lecture about how he should remember his place and why it’s important he isolate himself.

Still, he can’t leave Jon like this. There isn’t a single bone in his body that would allow him to leave Jon in so much pain, regardless of how confusing the whole situation is. He slips out to snag a bottle of water from the break room fridge and a bottle of pain killers, and he leaves both at the floor by Jon’s cot.

He hesitates at Jon’s side, unable to pull his gaze away, not a single ounce of will to move his legs. Gently, he bends over to brush a few strands of black, graying hair from Jon’s face, just a ghost of a touch, and Jon hums, content, in his sleep, and a rare smile creeps at his lips.

“I’m so sorry, Jon,” Martin whispers. He slips out of the room, his heart a sinking ship. He knows Jon most likely won’t remember much of their brief meeting when he wakes, but he clings to the small hope that he will remember and that he will, maybe, understand, even if just a little, that Martin doesn’t hate him in the slightest.

In the meantime, Martin thinks, he’s got work to do, and he’s determined to perform and do his best because he will not let anything else happen to Jon.

[lesbian-deadpool]

Don’t Say Goodbye

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,193

Warnings: Blood, injury, panic, implied smut, friends with benefits situation, anger, heartbreak. I think that's it!

Request: For @viarogers​ who donated to the Australian Bushfires.

Summary: What a shit show.

A/N: I really hope you enjoy this!

(Not my GIF)

***

Well, this has gone terribly.

No.

Oh, no-no.

This was worse than terrible.

This was a disaster. And it had been from the moment it started.

The mission was a complete failure.

However, that’s not where it started.

(Seven months ago)

“Natasha?” You asked in the cold dead night, staring up at your bedroom ceiling. Eyes used to the dark of the room. The sun would be rising soon, anyway. You knew you wouldn’t be getting any sleep, so it was fruitless for you to even try.

“Hmm?” Natasha hummed, as she sat at the edge of your bed, pulling on her clothes.

You couldn’t bare to look at her. If you did, it was certain you would surely break down.

“Why do we keep doing this?”

Natasha chuckled, totally blanking the far off drawl to your voice.

“Because sex is fun,” she said, jumping up and down as she pulled on her jeans. Before turning to face you, leaning over your face, “And you’re a good lay.”

With that, Natasha pressed a hard kiss onto your lips, one that she did not notice that you had not reciprocated.

“I’ll see you later, baby,” she smiled over her shoulder, moving to leave the room, “Let’s do this again later.” With her back facing the door, Natasha shook her hips, with a teasing smirk on her face. “Maybe a quickie in the storage closet.”

“I’m a good lay?” You asked, still stuck on her words.

“Well, yeah.”

“Is that all I am to you?”

Natasha stopped fixing her hair, to turn and look at you once again.

“What’s gotten into you?”

“Answer my question,” you ordered.

“No. You’re not just a lay to me.”

“Then what am I?”

“Y/N,” Natasha said slowly, crawling onto the bed next to you, hand caressing your chest. Your body unmoving, eyes still locked upon the ceiling. “You’re my best friend.”

“That you sometimes sleep with.”

“I don’t think ‘sometimes’ is the most accurate word,” Natasha chuckled.

“Natasha,” your voice was firm but sad.

“Okay… you wanna be serious now?” Natasha asked sceptical, “Because that is so unlike you.”

“I’m allowed to be serious, Natasha.”

Folding her arms under herself, to rest her chin upon them, still looking at you. Natasha clarified, “I know you can. It’s just that you don’t, normally… you can’t even look at me.”

“That’s because it hurts.”

“It hurts to look at me?” Natasha asked sadly.

“Yes.”

“Y/N,” she tried, “Y/N?”

Kicking her leg over your waist, she leaned over you. Hands on your cheeks, face obscuring your view, but still unable to tear your eyes away from the ceiling above.

“Y/N, please look at me. Please,” Natasha begged.

“I can’t.”

“Why, Y/N? Why does it hurt you to look at me?”

“Because I’m in fucking love with you, and I can’t bring myself to look you in the eyes, when you only see me as your friend,” you admitted. Finally.

“Fine,” Natasha spat. She thought you were lying to get her to drop it faster. Because of course, why would she believe anyone could ever be in love with her, “Don’t tell me. You know what? Don’t even fucking talk to me.”

Storming to the door, she threw it open, before slamming it behind her.

You were right.

You didn’t sleep.

When you went out to grab breakfast not even an hour later, the whole team gave you pitying looks.

They knew of your and Natasha’s strange relationship. It’s not like either of you tried to hide it. All of them finding you in more than compromising positions, too many times for any of them to count.

Natasha was nowhere to be seen, presumably locked away in her room, allowing anger to consume her.

You hadn’t spoken since then.

Not once.

Not when the team had, as Tony liked to call ‘em, “Family dinners”. Let's just say the name stuck, and that’s what everyone called it now.

Not when it was just you two left at the compound.

Not during a mission, a briefing, nor the debriefing.

You didn’t even fight. There was no contact. Almost as if you were to say “hi” to the other, you would keel over.

You had gone on many missions like this with one another. It was only an amount of time before a mission like this was bound to happen.

It had been disastrous, from start to finish.

You were bombarded by HYDRA Agents as soon as you had stepped off the Quinjet. More than had been expected. Forcing you to retreat further into the surrounding forest, and rework the mission on the spot. Luckily it wasn’t the worst thing in the world. You were The Avengers, you were always ready to think on your feet when you needed too.

The HYDRA Agents surrounded the jet, and your team was nowhere near it.

So the new objective was to wait for back up, and try to clear most of the enemy Agents away from the jet, to retreat back to base, and rework your plan accordingly.

A difficult mission. But easy enough to understand.

But things were only to get worse.

***

You were always level headed, making jokes, and keeping things light and happy. Never one to raise your voice -other than to gain attention, or for important reasons-, to snap at anyone. You were the embodiment of calm serene nature. Always trying to make the team calm down and spirits high.

Peter had, on more than one occasion, called you “chill”, to define the energy you radiated.

It was obvious to everyone that no one feared you, even if you were a skilled agent of SHIELD and an Avenger. And you liked it that way. Who would ever want to be feared?

You felt anger -of course, you did- you just found it pointless to show it and start an unnecessary fight.

Maybe you had some emotional issues to work through. But who out of your team didn’t?

So, it was only understandable how the rest of the Avengers would react when you finally lost it.

The mission was tough. The toughest yet in your year and a half on the superhero team.

“Can we get some medical assistance over here?!” Your voice called through the comms.

“On its way,” Maria wired through from base, “Should be there in twenty.”

“Gonna need it faster than that, Maria,” you almost chided through the comms.

“There’s nothing we can do, Y/N,” Maria chided right back at you.

“Fuck,” you hissed.

The sticky red substance oozed through your fingers and flowed over the ground below her, from the wound in her abdomen. There was so much blood. Too much. The bullet had hit something vital, that much was sure. But how long the woman below you had, was not.

Natasha gripped your wrist, making you snap your attention to her tear-filled eyes. Seeing the absolute openness within them, her walls had fallen. And it was almost like that was all she had to say.

She didn’t need to verbally say anything to you. You knew exactly what she wanted to say.

I’m scared.

Please don’t let me go.

Don’t leave me.

I’m sorry.

I wish I had more time with you.

To make things right.

And that’s when you broke.

“Maria, get the med-team down here now!” you roared down the comms, unknowingly making everyone's eyes go wide with shock, of how angry you sounded, some of your teammates stumbling in their current task because of it. 

Even Natasha’s eyes, which were exponentially weaker than they were a few moments ago, grew slightly wider at your sudden outburst. Her hand, however, still gripping onto you tightly.

“Holy shit, Y/N,” Tony finally regained his composure, and was able to mutter into the comms, his voice soft with worry as he continued, “How bad is it, really?”

You didn’t reply, knowing you would break down and cry if you did, already feeling that sore burn in the back of your throat, chin wobbling as you tensed your neck.

Instead, you decided to ask, with your voice hard with worry, “Maria?”

“I’ve told them to speed things up. They should be with you in exactly six minutes.”

Sparing a glance back up to Natasha’s increasingly paling face, you knew it still wasn’t fast enough.

Natasha knew it too, if the was she smiled sadly at you was anything to go by.

“That still doesn’t work for me, Maria,” you said while pressing harder onto the still seeping bullet wound, causing the red-head you whine out in pain, “We need it faster than that.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Maria replied weakly.

“God fucking- Damnit!” Your sentence began off weak before it turned into a loud frustrated yell.

You were helpless. You literally could do nothing to help her. Everyone knew that. And you hated that.

“Y/N?”

You were pulled out of your own mind, with the whisper of your name. Thankful to have been aided in your escape from the swimming thoughts. Until that is, you saw the look on Natasha’s face.

It was pitying almost. She was so sorry. Tears streaming down her face, and a sad smile on her face.

“I’m sorry-”

“Don’t,” you interrupted her, “Please. Don’t.”

“Y/N, please just let me say this,” she begged. Which you nodded at her, giving her the go-ahead, to continue, “I’m so sorry. I should have stayed that night. I should have talked to you. I wish I did... I wish we had more time...”

“Please don’t do this,” you cried, chest shaking as you tried to hold in your sobs.

Natasha tugged lightly on your wrist, indicating that she wanted you to move closer to her.

“Just- Just hold me, please?”

“Of course.” You nodded. Removing one of your hands from her gaping wound, to slide it under her neck, causing Natasha to groan at the movement. You kissed in between her eyebrows, as you laid beside her. Whispering for her to try and hold on just a little while longer.

If only she had listened to your pleas. As her eyes fluttered closed, and you couldn't wake her when you shook her. Just as the quintet whirred above you, in its landing.

***

It had been fifty-seven hours since the mission.

And you had not left the hospital since you had gotten back to base.

Your hand clasped in the red-heads clammy one, eyes trained on either her chest to make sure she was still breathing, or her face to give you the confirmation you needed that she was, still in fact, here.

Natasha was still not awake.

The doctors said that it was normal with an induced coma. However, that didn’t stop your worry. You didn’t think that it would leave you until Natasha was fully back on her feet. But you knew that there would still be that little voice in the back of your head, reminding you of this. Keeping the knowledge of her mortality with you for the rest of your life.

As you stared at her face, that had regained most of its colour back, you kept on thinking back to when Natasha had become limp and lifeless in your arms. And the emergency blood transfusion you had given on the medical-evac, as medics swarmed Natasha, trying to stop the, somehow, still bleeding wound.

You hadn't noticed that you were staring blankly at your entwined hands until you felt yours being squeezed.

Looking up, you saw Natasha awake, abet groggy, and smiling at you.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Oh, thank God you’re okay.” The relief that you felt was next to extraordinary, the weight upon your shoulders mostly leaving you, allowing you to breathe freely for the first time since the mission.

“Thank God you’re here.”

“Like I’d be anywhere else.”

The corner of Natasha’s lip twitched up, as she weakly tugged you closer to her body. Both of you relishing in the soft kiss you shared, the one that was long overdue thanks to your shared stubbornness, and obliviousness.

“What was that for?” you whispered against her lips, moving to carefully sit next to her bandaged abdomen on the bed, still caressing her hand on your lap. Your other arm holding you up on the other side of the hospital bed, as you leaned over her, Natasha’s empty hand resting on your upper arm.

If anyone were to walk into the room right now, they would instantly know that they had interrupted something so intimate and private, that they would be quick to rush out of the room.

Which is exactly what Tony did. Deciding instead it was best to fetch a doctor to check on Natasha, while you two spoke.

“I love you, too.”

“What?” you asked shell shocked.

“You-” Natasha started anxiously, her voice uncharistically small, “You still love me, don't you?”

“Of course I do.”

Natasha let out a relieved sigh.

“If you say yes, I’d really like to try again. Have a real relationship this time? Actually, try the dating thing.”

You smiled leaning down to whisper, just before you kissed her once again, “I wouldn't have it any other way.”

[nationofimaginations]

Safe and Sound // Scott McCall

Prompt: Hey could you make a one shot where Scott tells you not to do something, but you do it anyway and it almost gets you killed, and that’s when he tells you that he is in love with you? Thanks!

Thank you so much of the request! Sorry it took so long, but I hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: mentions of death, a bit of blood, heavy feels, hospital stay

Those damn Hunters. Scott was leading the pack into yet another suicide mission. You were no supernatural creature, but in your gut, you could sense that someone was going to get hurt. It was not part of your nature to stand back while your dearest friends risked their lives. Scott’s brown eyes peered into yours with a glare of stern concern and something else you could not put your finger on. “I know you want to help, but this isn’t the place for you. It’s too dangerous for you. It would be better for everyone if you just stayed back this time.”

“I get it. I’m just a fragile human to you. It’s not like anyone else here is exactly invincible,” you seethe through your teeth. This was true. Supernatural did not always equal invincibility as all of you had seen almost on the daily. It was frustrating that Scott never could accept that you were more than capable of holding your own, even after you proving your strength and intelligence time and time again. Yet, he continued to treat you like a burden.

“This is my fight. I decide who fights with me. You will stay here. End of discussion.” Fighting him was useless. There are other methods of getting your way.

“Fine.” Scott’s tense broad shoulders relax upon your apparent surrender. His lips curve into an appreciative smile, a grateful glint sparkles in his eyes — or was that something else? Something that delves beyond being a protective friend.

“Thank you,” he says your name softly as if he didn’t want it to float out of his reach and into anyone else’s grasp. Against his better judgement, he wanted you to be his and his alone. Still, your safety was of the utmost importance to him and he was more than willing to sacrifice his selfish desires to keep you from getting yet another target on your back. “Go home. I will come back to check on you after this is all over. I promise.”

You give him one last look before you turn to retreat to your home. You felt pathetic and useless running away from the fight. It was not your fault that you could not shapeshift or predict the future or whatever. Determination ran through your blood. You were going to prove yourself no matter what it takes. Jumping in your car, you quietly recite the directions to the abandoned warehouse the pack was heading toward. It wasn’t a long journey before you got close enough to sneak the rest of the way on first.

Just beyond the trees, in a decent sized clearing a dinghy building stood. The overcast in the sky passed rapidly, making the moonlight dance against the rotting property. Shadows could be seen through the cracked glass of the windows on the bottom floor. It was the perfect place for an evil mastermind to operate. You crept up to the entrance, hearing familiar voices talking inside. The Hunters backs’ were facing you while the pack stood their ground on the opposite side of the large space. This was the perfect time for you to make your attack. Just run in and knock one of them out, giving Scott the perfect opportunity to join in to overpower them. Absolutely flawless plan of a sneak attack. Nothing could go wrong.

You lean against the wall and clutch your heart, trying to calm its incessant pounding against your chest. You had never done anything like this but it had to be done. Slowly, you rise bracing yourself to run at your victim. Sprinting at the fastest rate your legs could carry you, you jump on the nearest figures back, hitting his head with closed fists. Scott calls out your name, furrowing his eyebrows. Your punches land but do nothing to bring the figure to the ground. If anything, you were a pitiful koala clinging on his back. An extra weight, nothing more.

Another one of the hunters grabs you by your waist, pulling you back to your feet. Your back presses up against a heavy chest as your hands are restricted behind you and a hand squeezes your neck. “It’s so nice to see that your girlfriend decided to join us, Scott. I am truly looking forward to showing her what a real man looks like later tonight,” the lead Hunter smirks, resting the barrel of his gun against his shoulder. He runs a hand over your cheek, looking back over his shoulder at Scott. The minion’s hand tightens against your windpipe, nausea fills your stomach. A rumble emits from Scott’s chest, his face burning with raw rage. It was one thing to mess with the pack, but to hear that monster mention you made his skin boil.

There were only a few moments before you would blackout, this was your time to do something, anything to save yourself. Scott and the Hunter exchange a few more words while you brace yourself. You shift your body weight forward, gathering enough momentum to swing your head back and make contact with your captors nose. A sick crack echoes through the room. He releases you from his constrictive grip and you begin running to safety by Scott’s side. Adrenaline makes you feel powerful as you lunge to safety.

“Watch out!” a voice shouted. Your head whips to the origin of the sound. Shadows of countless arrows and bullets fly in your direction. Metal grazes your skin, knocking you to the ground. Your head bounces off the rocky ground and you can feel a warm liquid trickle down your side

A scream tries to leave your mouth but it comes out in a garbled cry. Face down. Paralyzed. Unable to make out any words. Bleeding out in a secluded warehouse with the worst pain you could imagine. This is it, you think.

“I told you not to follow us. How could you be so stupid? Why couldn’t you stop trying to be the hero for once in your life?” He flips you onto your back and cold regret crawls through his veins. His throat dries as he notices the life drained from your face. Your lips turning blue under the moonlight. Your eyes no longer possessing that special shine he would be more than willing to spend the rest of his life looking at.

“Stay with me,” he cries, holding your cold hand up to his cheek. “There’s so much we still have to do. Just you and me. Please give me another chance. I’ll do things right this time. Please don’t leave me like this. Not before I — ” He chokes on his words. He blames himself for all of this happening. Maybe if he had let you come along in the first place, he would have been able to better shield you from harm. Maybe he should have left someone behind to watch you. Maybe he should have never introduced you to his world in the first place. His thoughts come to a rapid halt as you gasp for air. Your eyes flutter shut, leaving black holes in their place. This is it, he thinks.

“This isn’t fair! Bring her back!” He whimpers your name, punching the bloody concrete next to your body. His knuckles burst with blood, adding to the gruesome mix. Derek roughly grabbed his arm, heaving Scott to his feet. But gravity reunited him back to your side, where he belonged.

“We have to get her to the hospital. Screaming at the sky isn’t helping anyone.” Derek’s voice of reason gives Scott a rush of hope over his body. He gingerly cradles your head in his arm while the others move under your thighs to lift you into the air. His heart sinks as he remembers fantasizing being in this position at a later date under much happier circumstances.

~

Everything feels heavy including the strong smell of antiseptic. A faint beeping from the machines to the side of the bed and the wires entangling your lifeless limbs let you know that you are in a medical facility of some sort. Breathing alone prompts a stabbing pain in your abdomen. You reflexively reach to hold the pain but a weight on your hand prevents you from doing so. Your eyes open, adjusting to the blinding light as you try to see what is touching you. A strong bruised hand engulfs yours, making it seem much smaller than usual. Small scratches litter the surface, highlighting the prominent veins ever so slightly. The thumb traces soft patterns into the back of your hand making you sigh in comfort. Your eyes travel up the mysterious figure’s muscular arms to a familiar face. Scott was hunched over in the small visiting chair that was most likely not intended to be a place for napping. His head fell to one side and you noticed a small glimmer of drool rolling down his cheek. The sight made you smile. How long has he been like that?

A soft voice makes you turn your attention to the otherside of the room. “You know, he hasn’t left the room since we first got here. Not even to take a leak, according to my professional opinion, a UTI is in the works.” Stiles stood near, leaning against the door. He spoke in a hushed and uncharacteristically serious tone. “He made me promise to watch you while he slept, I swear I’m not a creep.”

You tried to say something, anything, but your throat was so dry that nothing would come out. Stiles held up a reassuring hand, signaling that you can relax. “He really cares about you. He always has. He just has a hard time showing it. Don’t be too hard on him.”

A wave of shivers run over your body. Was that true?  Soft snores recapture your attention. Scott looks so peaceful and innocent as he sleeps. It is so unlike anything you had seen before. You wished to run your fingers through his silky hair but he was too far away.

“I’ll go let the doctor know you are awake.” Stiles turns to leave. The door clicks behind him and Scott jumps to his feet. Teeth bared, ready to kill anyone who dares to threaten his sleeping beauty.

“It’s okay Scott. Everything is fine. We are safe now,” you struggle to say. Your voice comes out hoarse but you try your best to sound comforting.

Scott’s face almost instantly brightens. He takes your hand in both of his hands, squeezing tightly as he drops to his knees at your bedside. His lips connect with the back of your hand, leaving several quick pecks. His eyes gloss over as he smiles so widely for you. He very suddenly leaned over to embrace you in his arms. “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” he chants over and over again with his lips pressed against your ear. Who he is talking to is unclear but you don’t mind. His smell is intoxicating. You wish you could live in it like a permanent comfy sweatshirt. Shortly, he pulls away looking back into your eyes.

“I was so worried, I could not live with myself if you would have died.”

“I know, I’m sorry Scott. I just wanted to be more than your useless wimpy friend for once.” Your eyes don’t meet his piercing gaze.

“You have never been useless or wimpy to me,” his hand gently pushes your chin to look back at him. “You are everything I have ever wanted and more. You are strong, smart, capable, independent. You never needed to prove yourself to me. I have been in love with you since the day I first laid eyes on you. I love you, (Y/N).”

The EKG on the other side of the bed picked up on your accelerated heart beat, increasing its steady beat rapidly though you could have sworn in that moment your heart exploded from pure joy. “I love you too, Scott.”

You both exchanged a smile before locking lips passionately. Your lips molded together and moved in a perfect pattern as if you had done this a million times before. This is where you are meant to be. Safe and sound in his arms.

(A/N)

Well, that was a trip. It is kind of rushed. I just wanted to get something out. I have been getting back into writing again lately, however, Teen Wolf has not been as inspiring to me as it once was. As you could probably tell this was a little bit all over the place. I think I might write a few Star Wars one shots (specifically Anakin or Kylo bc I love an emotional bad boy) to get back in the mood. So if you are into that, stay tuned and maybe send me some inspiration.

[blookmallow]

i read the jurassic park novel recently (its SO good) and i didnt remember the movie that well so i watched it again and... the stakes are SO much higher in the book its legitimately like. horror novel levels. i thought maybe i just didnt remember a bunch of shit but no most of this just doesn’t happen 

- its like, “so dark you can’t see shit” levels for the first part, tim can only see whats going on because he has the night vision goggles. i understand why they changed this for the movie bc it would’ve been a mess trying to do a scene you can’t.... see, but it does ramp up the tension in the book

- after the first tyrannosaur attack we briefly don’t know if lex is even alive (and the ages are swapped, lex is the youngest, so its even Worse) (i do like the age change for the movie though bc then lex gets to be the one who knows computers and gets the system back online which is a really cool role to see a young girl in) bc she gets knocked out of the car and ends up hiding somewhere so badly traumatized she can’t talk for a while 

- tim wakes up stuck in the car in the tree completely alone while its still pitch black. grant doesn’t show up to help him get down. he has to figure it out by himself and doesn’t know if his sister (or anyone) is alive (grant does find them and helps them get to safety shortly after but for the car in the tree thing tim is completely on his own. it takes a considerable while longer to get back and is much harder on them. they also get attacked by very, very territorial pterodactyls at one point) 

- malcolm’s injury is so bad he’s actively dying. he’s vaguely delirious and steadily worsening for most of the novel. it’s clear he’s going to die if they can’t get help, there’s no medical staff on the island (poor planning/oversight/Cutting Corners Because Money i think) and they can’t get the phones or radios or anything back up. raptors are trying to get into the room through the fucking sunlight. he holds out for a while but he does not make it in the end 

- nedry gets fuckign gutted. the dino that attacks him slits his entire abdomen open. he vaguely realizes he’s holding his own intestines as they’re spilling out onto the ground before he dies 

- muldoon is basically shooting raptors apart by the end of it all

- i got the impression there’s way less staff around/the ‘we literally cannot fix this mess without nedry what the fuck do we do’ stakes are way higher. its basically all malcolm’s chaos theory thing, every single time they think they have control back/they think it’s going to be okay something else completely unexpected happens and fucks it all up again

- the kids see a supply ship leaving the island that has escaped raptors on it and the ship workers are unaware and nobody can get in contact with them bc the radios and phones are fucked up. the raptors are going to get to the mainland and nobody can do anything about it (they manage to stop the ship at the last second but BARELY) (i dont know why the raptors didnt kill everyone on the ship but nevermind) 

- henry wu (the scientist you see for like 5 seconds at the lab) is a major character and also eventually gets murdered by his own dinosaurs 

- the tyrannosaur is after them for like the entire way back through the jungle, they keep thinking they escaped it and it keeps coming back. tim just BARELY avoids getting eaten. they find a raft and think they’re finally safe but then realize it can swim 

- when they get to the visitors center at the end there’s several dead security guards around. lex finds an ear. they never find the rest of whoever that was. also instead of dino skeletons there’s a life size animatronic t-rex which has been destroyed by the time they get there so its just lying on the ground spasming with its robot wire guts all hanging out

- hammond is way less “well meaning old man with a Dream who did not think any of this through” and way more “ruthless capitalist who views a few deaths as just minor problems to work through/people will pay Anything to get into this place :)” he wanders off into the jungle and breaks his ankle and then is eaten by dinosaurs too 

- the entire island is destroyed seconds after they escape it, they just fuckin bomb the whole thing 

[tuiccim]

Santi (Part 7)

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Words: 4116

Warnings: Angst, fluff, implied smut , violence, language

Trigger warning: Rape analogy, violence

Summary: An op from the past comes back to haunt you.

Santi Masterlist

Day 96

You wake the next morning angry with the sun for rising. You feel tears start to sting and try to wipe them away before Bucky wakes. You turn into him and bury your face in his neck. 

“Everything is going to be fine, Doll. I’ll be here when this is over.” Bucky whispers. 

“I’ve done some horrible things, Bucky, but none so bad as what I did as Eve.” You say.

“I understand.” He looks at you and you know he’s remembering being the Winter Soldier. 

“I know.” You put your hands on each side of his face, “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you, too. More than you know.” He replies. 

“Can I show you?” You had never offered before and he had never asked for you to use your empathic abilities outside of calming him from the occasional nightmare.

“Yes. Feel what I’m feeling. I want you to know beyond a shadow of a doubt.” He says earnestly.

Sunshine bursts into your mind. Feelings of intense love, joy, comfort, contentment, passion, lust, caring, and in the background worry and fear. You had never received anything quite like it when sharing before. You pushed back to Bucky your feelings. You are both in tears and immediately move together. You make love. Passionately, lovingly, and with intense need. 

When the team walked into Fury’s office he was not surprised and yet still mildly pissed. 

“You explained to them that they can’t go with you?” Fury says. 

“When the hell do they ever listen?” You snark before continuing, “We have a plan. My answer is yes with one caveat. Vision will join me as bodyguard and lover.”

“Vision. You don’t think it’ll be a little suspicious you have your own android?” Fury yells.

“Do you find him suspicious looking?” You ask motioning to Vision looking handsome in a black suit. 

Fury eyes him, “Why the hell didn’t I know about this trick?”

“Do you accept my terms?” You ask, bringing his attention back to you. 

“Fine.” Fury states. 

“Sam will be our handler. He’s the least recognizable and has proven his abilities.”

“Anything else?” Fury says.

“Quite a lot actually.” You say as Fury rolls his eye heavenward. 

That night, you and Vision are waiting in a hotel room for your car to arrive. You had found out Vincent’s current location and had formed a plan to get his attention. You said goodbye to the team earlier. Kissing Bucky goodbye had wrenched your heart, but you needed him to leave so you could become Eve. You couldn’t stand the thought of him seeing her. 

“The car is here.” Vision says. 

“Once we’re in that car, everything else ceases to exist. Vincent loves to grease the palms of drivers to hear about private conversations. Keep it basic. Let’s go.” You say. 

Together, you exit the hotel. Vision slides into his seat and immediately puts an arm around you. “Eve, this friend we’re going to see. Vincent, is it?”

“Yes..” You respond.

“He’s not expecting you?” 

“No, I find surprise appearances are better for reunions.”

“That won’t be unwelcome?”

“Not when it comes to me. This conversation is boring me, dearest.” You look at Vision with Eve’s dead eyes. 

“Perhaps I can provide more suitable entertainment.” Vision’s lips descend on your neck pressing soft kisses.

“Mmmmm… driver, how long do we have?” You demand. 

“Name’s Nate, ma’am.”

“That wasn’t the question. How long?” You reply testily. 

“Less than 10.” Nate the driver says, suitably quelled. 

“Mmm, lover, don’t start something we can’t finish.” You moan at Vision. 

“I could make you finish in less than that time.” Vision murmurs loud enough for the driver to hear. You kiss Vision, biting down on his bottom lip and pulling.

“I said no.” You say. You hadn’t bitten hard enough to hurt but Vision makes a show of checking his lip. 

He was good. You were more than a little surprised at how well he adapted to the role. It had been difficult for both of you to move the physical into your relationship, but Wanda and Bucky had both been understanding and supportive. It was Eve and Victor being physical and not Santi and Vision. Granted, it was only kisses and caresses but it was still hard to not feel like you were cheating. The deeper you went into the role of Eve the less strange it felt. 

You look up to see the driver glancing at you in the mirror. 

“What the fuck are you looking at? Best thing you can learn right now is eyes forward and ears shut.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He says. 

“Don’t sulk too much, Nate, you said?” He nods. “I may be a bitch but I tip very well. And I best be the only one tipping you, clear?”

“Crystal.” He says. “We’re here.”

You look at the door and you can feel Eve’s excitement and under it your dread. You enter the club after bypassing the Bouncer. You had contacted the owner, an old “friend” of Eve’s, earlier that day confirming Vincent would be there. He would be in the VIP section and so you led Vision there. You spot Vincent immediately. He hadn’t changed in three years. 

As you are walking towards him a drunken fool decides it’s not the modern era and grabs your ass as you walk past. Eve lights up with glee. Immediately, turning to him, you knee him in the groin bringing him to his knees, before grabbing a handful of his greasy hair and slamming his head into the nearby railing. He would have a hell of a hangover. It brought exactly the attention you wanted and afterwards, you easily sailed through the crowd to Vincent’s table with Vision at your elbow. 

“How very interesting.” You smirk at Vincent sitting with his arm draped around a cute brunette.

“Eve.” Vincent eyes you with a wide, toothy grin and then glances to Vision, “Who’s your friend?”

“My shadow, Victor Shade. What brings you back to New York?” You slide into the booth sitting across from him and motion to Vision without looking at him to sit. 

“The same as you I imagine.” Vincent says.

“Business mixed with a little pleasure.” You eye him while licking your lips suggestively. You lean into Vision putting a hand on his thigh while he rests a hand behind your neck. 

“You always seemed to mix the two well.” Vincent eyes Vision again. Calculating. “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, Eve?”

“I always prefer a more intimate setting.” You smile. 

You head to the private room in the back of the club reserved for business dealings. You had warned Vision that this was where the real Vincent would come out and to be prepared for anything. Vincent was unpredictable at best. He had three bodyguards with him and, thankfully, had left the pouting brunette at the table. 

In the room, Vincent saunters over to a decanter and pours two glasses before looking over at you, “One for your shadow?”

“No.” you say and accept the glass he offers. You point to a chair and say, “Sit.” to Vision without looking at him. Vision complies and you go over and sit on his lap with legs crossed. 

“He’s well trained.” Vincent’s predatory grin once again showing. 

“He was a bitch to break, but once I did…” You give a little moan to emphasize your pleasure. 

“Heard you were working the West Coast now.”

“Had to get away from the heat. And recover.” You say the last bit with a mix of anger and suspicion. 

“That problem was handled.”

“Was it?”

“You doubt me?” Vincent puts a hand to his chest as if hurt. 

“The two bullet wounds in my abdomen sure as fuck do."

“To scar such beauty is surely a sin. I beg your forgiveness.” Vincent says feigning contrition. “I cleaned my team afterwards. You have nothing to worry about from me. However, you…”

“My team was cleaned by the fucking raid. Rebuilding was time consuming and costly.”

“Take off your shirt.” Vincent says abruptly. He wanted to be sure you weren’t wearing a wire. You had expected this and stood to comply but Vision grabbed your arm to stop you. Looking back at him you pull your arm from his grip and slap him. 

“It’s a professional courtesy, Victor. Know your place.” 

“Forgive me, my darling. Knee-jerk reaction.” Vision bows his head to you. 

“You, too.” Vincent says to Vision. 

“You three, Vincent.” You smirk at him. “We can have a little show and tell all around.” You’re challenging him and you see the fire light in his eyes. Vincent always loved when you challenged him. 

“Of course.” Vincent complies as does Vision. You wait them both out. Taking in the view of the two handsome shirtless men.

“Well, if this isn’t just a girl’s dream come true.” You smirk as you unbutton your blouse and pull it from your tight skirt.The two bullet wounds applied to your stomach showed just above the waistband of your skirt. You do a slow turn to show Vincent no tell-tale wires. “Satisfied?”

It’s Vincent’s bodyguard who walks up to you and says, “Skirt, too.” You look at Vincent’s grin and know exactly what he’s planned for you. 

“No.” You look at the bodyguard with hands on hips. The guard comes toe to toe with you. 

Vision speaks then, “Oh, I wouldn’t do that.”

“What are you gonna do about it?” The guard says to Vision, but then his eyes widen suddenly as the small push dagger that was hidden in your belt is inserted between his ribs. 

“Absolutely nothing.”  Vision smirks. “But, I wasn’t referring to me.”

Eve is staring at the guard’s face as he realizes what’s happening. Your breaths are coming out in excited pants and as horror fills the guard’s face you twist the knife letting out a pleased moan. The guard stumbles back but you grab his lapel to keep him upright. “But I thought you wanted this.” You let the guard fall to the floor. Gracefully, you squat down next to the guard and use his shirt to wipe the blood off your dagger. You smile down at him, “If you hadn’t wanted it you should have worn something more protective than a cheap shirt and department store suit. You should have said no. Maybe then I could have stopped myself. But, oh, you were asking for it, honey. How could I resist giving you exactly what you wanted?” You slowly stand up watching the guard struggle to breath with a collapsed lung and blood flowing out of the chest wound.

Vincent was breathing heavily. He loved the sadistic show you were putting on for him. This was what had made him utterly obsessed with you and you knew this was the only way to rekindle that flame. If it wasn’t, he’d never let you in. Vincent always required blood.

You pick your shirt up, put it back on, and motion for Vision to do the same. Taking a card from your clutch, you walk to the still shirtless Vincent and drag the point of the card down his chest until you slide it into the waistband of his distended pants. “If you decide you want to do some real business.” 

Back in the hotel room, you stop Vision from speaking and instead hand him a bug sweeper. You carefully go over the entire suite until you’re both satisfied that the room is not bugged. As soon as you feel secure, you go into the bathroom and throw up. Vision stands outside and when he hears the toilet flush and water running he asks if you’re okay. 

You open the door and look at him, “I just stabbed and probably killed a man. For nothing more than to put on a show for a sadistic fuck to get off to. No, I’m not okay. I don’t even know how you are able to look at me.”

“You did what you had to. He wasn’t innocent and you knew that.” Vision says kindly.

“Could you have done it? If the roles were reversed and it needed to be you? Could you have?” You needed to know. 

“Yes and I’d be just as torn up about it as you are.” Vision puts an arm around you and walks you to the bed. “You need to sleep. Unless you’re hungry.”

You shake your head, “What will you do?” 

“I’ll keep occupied. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’m sorry I slapped you earlier.”

“You didn’t. Eve slapped Victor. Don’t ever apologize for what she does. I see you now. I see her when it’s time to see her.”

“Thank you.” You turn into Vision needing to be embraced by a friend after the emotional events of the day. He hugs you to him tightly. 

“It’s going to be okay. We have each other right now. And the rest are all waiting for us to come home.” Vision whispers to you. You nod into him and after another fortifying moment let go. 

“Thank you for being with me through this, V.”

You get into the lonely bed wishing for Bucky’s arms around you. 

Day 98

“It’s him, V.” You say holding up your phone. 

“Are you ready?” Vision asks. 

You nod as you answer. “Hello.”

“Eve.” Vincent’s voice is smooth through the phone. 

“Vincent. I was worried you had forgotten about me.”

“I could never. I’ve thought of little else but you since the other night. You were magnificent.” 

"Aren't I always?"

"I'm having a party tonight. I expect you there."

"I'm sure I can pencil you in." 

"I'll text you the details. Any chance you could leave Victor behind?" Vincent says slyly. 

"You know the thing about shadows, Vincent." You look up at Vision. "They follow you wherever you go." You end the call.

“He wants to get you alone.” Vision says.

“He wants me. Period. He always has. He’ll try something tonight. I don’t know what but we need to be ready. Both of us.”

“What should I know?”

“It’ll be elaborate. Lots of people. Drinks, drugs. He’s going to try to separate us and he’ll use whatever distractions he can to do it.”

“I won’t leave your side.”  

“Maybe you should.”

“What?” Vision says incredulously. 

“Let him get me alone for a few minutes. Maybe he’ll let down his guard. “

“He could also kill you.”

“Doubtful.” You smile and Vision nods. “Chance we’ll have to take. Just don’t go far.”

“I won’t.” 

Your driver, Nate, picks you up and delivers you to the party. This time without comment or wandering eyes. Together, you and Vision enter the expansive penthouse. Vincent spots you immediately and as he moves towards you, Vision puts a protective arm around your waist. 

“Eve. You look amazing.” Vincent says as he approaches. He eyes the black lace dress with a low back. Your hair pulled up in a sleek ponytail. 

“Just like old times.” You say looking around. 

“Almost.” Vincent says glancing at Vision. 

“Not so different.” You smirk at Vincent while bringing a hand up to caress Vision’s neck. 

“Get something to drink. We’ll catch up later. A little business to talk.” Vincent says. 

“Look forward to it.” You moved towards the bar and are stopped when a gorgeous blond steps in your path. “Jana. Still prowling I see.”

“Eve. Slink back to New York after Vincent again?”

“Oh, Jana, poor darling. Still can’t even get him to sniff, can you?” You start to walk past her but pause looking her over. “Maybe if you dyed your hair. He prefers brunettes. Of course, he also prefers anything to you.” You walk on, not bothering to listen to her sad retort. 

At the bar you order an old fashioned and pull Vision to you to whisper in his ear suggestively. He smiles and laughs along with you. 

“Eve!” You turn to see Derek, a handsome former associate. “I heard you were back in town.”

“Did you practically cum in your pants when you heard?” You walk out of Vision’s grasp to bring yourself close to Derek. 

“You always have a way with words, Eve. May I introduce my wife, Selena?” Derek raises a hand and a beautiful woman takes a step forward. Noticing the gold bands around her upper arm and the other on her ankle you smile. 

“Wife, my goodness. Well, he had a receptacle to cum in while he thought of me, didn’t he?” The wife simply smiles and continues to keep her eyes averted causing Eve to smile wickedly. “Beautiful control. She looks like she has spirit. Was she fun to break?”

“Immensely.” He says with a chuckle. Turning to Selena he says, “You make speak.”

Selena lifts her eyes to you and says, “It’s a pleasure to meet any friend of Derek’s.”

“The pleasure is mine.” You give her a thorough once over and look at Derek. “She’s gorgeous.” You lick your lips. 

“And your friend?” Derek motions to Vision. 

“My shadow, Victor Shade.” You say as you pull Vision’s arms around you. 

“And was he fun to break?” Derek smirks.

“As you said, immensely. Though, he still needs an occasional reminder.” You smile. 

“They all do.” Derek says, “Still in the antiquities business?”

“Yes. It treats me well. I assume you still run your clubs?”

“Absolutely. I opened a new one just a few weeks ago. Tryst. I trust you’ll come visit soon?” 

“Love to.” You smile and move away. You move around the room continuing to greet others and make small talk before pulling Vision towards a hallway. As planned, you go into Vincent’s study and put yourselves in what looked like a compromising position. Seeing movement outside the door you let out a moan and the door opens to allow Vincent entry. Vision pulls away from you and you raise an eyebrow at Vincent. 

He smirks saying, “You don’t have to stop on my account.”

“Despite my adventurous nature, voyeurism has never been a kink I favored.” You say to Vincent as he crosses the room. 

“Then perhaps you should have chosen your location more wisely.” 

“Perhaps so.” Your eyes follow Vincent as he moves around. 

“I have some business for you but I’d prefer we speak alone.” He throws a glance at Vision. 

Pulling Vision back to you, you kiss him and say, “Wait for me outside, lover.” Letting go, he complies with a glance back. You stand and smooth your dress down. 

“My offer still stands.” Vincent draws your attention. Shortly after meeting three years ago, Vincent had offered you a position as mistress. A contract that would have come with a hefty payday. You had turned him down stating you were not a submissive and would never be broken. This, unfortunately, fueled rather than cooled his ardour. You felt it now. His sick obsession came across and practically licked at you. His want to possess. You pushed trust and calm towards him hoping to keep him docile. 

“My answer still stands.” You reply simply. “You have business?’

“One of my suppliers has disappeared.” He says.

“How sad.” You snark. 

“The list.” He hands you a small piece of paper. “Can you get it?”

“Easily. When?”

“Three days.” Vincent says. 

“My fee has gone up.”  

“Always the entrepreneur. Will this suffice?” He hands you another piece of paper with a figure on it. 

“Done. Send me the delivery location and any specs I need.” You state. You feel hands going around your waist and turn a raised eyebrow to Vincent as he pulls you against him. You’re the same height as he, so with your heels on you stand a few inches taller. 

“You fascinate me.” He says.

“One lover at a time, Vincent.”

“I can dispatch your current one. Just say the word.” Vincent's hands are still pressing you against him. 

“Vincent, darling,” You put your hands up to cup his face and bring your lips a few scant inches from his, “it’s never going to happen.”

Vincent growls but releases you. “Never say never." He says menacingly. 

You walk towards the door. "See you in three days, Vincent."

Visions is right outside the door and immediately follows you back out to the party. You make the rounds again before motioning to Vision and making your way to exit. "How much can we trust our driver?" You whisper in Vision's ear.

"I don't think we need to worry about him." Vision answers.

"Good." You say as you slide into the car. “Drop a dime.” It’s code for contact Sam. You needed to relay to him the information you got and have him prep the shipment.

Once on your way you say to the driver, "Nate, where ya from?"

"Uh, ma'am?"

"I said, where are you from?"

"New Jersey."

"That where you grew up?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do before you were a driver?"

"What? Why?"

"Cause I'm asking you, Nate. And I'll know if you're lying." You stare him down. It takes a minute. He's a tough nut so you push some calm and complacency to him and see him relax a bit.

"Security."

"How long were you in the service?"

"What makes you think I was in the service?"

"You're from Jersey but you keep saying ma'am. Old habits die hard."

"Two tours."

"Why'd you leave?"

"Medical discharge." His face is hard.

"Head to Brooklyn. Make sure no one is following."

"Yes, ma'am."

“What’s in Brooklyn?” Vision asks.

“Need to do a little recon on Vincent. See if he’s still using the same facilities.” You whisper as you pull a duffle bag closer to you. You pull out some clothing and manage to shimmy into it without flashing Vision. You quickly french braid your hair and tuck the purple tail under the braid. 

Once in Brooklyn you direct Nate to the area you need to be in. “Wait here. I’ll be back.” You say as you reach for the door. 

“I should go with you.” Vision says. 

“No, I’ll be fine.” You get out and disappear into the shadows. After making your way to the warehouse Vincent used to use you see that it’s abandoned. No signs that it’s still in use. You move to two more areas where you again slip out and check for any signs of use in the buildings. Considering one last option you tell Nate, “Go to the meatpacking district.” 

Vincent kept a loft there and while he didn’t normally conduct deals there, he used it for other recreational activities. Or at least he had three years ago when you had been surveilling him. The loft had been used recently confirming to you that Vincent was still using at least some of his old haunts.  

When you make it back to the hotel you find Sam lounging in a chair. "Where the hell have you been?"

You put a finger to your lips and he rolls his eyes. 

"I've already swept." He says.

"Good. We have a buy set up."

"When?"

"Three days. Here's the list. Give me your tablet." You pull a map up and start drawing. "This warehouse looks like it's being used. These two were used in the past but looked dormant. Vincent has a loft here. It's not used for deals but he might use it to hide. He's supposed to send me details tomorrow."

"This is faster than we hoped."

"Don’t get your hopes up. This is just a taste. The list is relatively small. He’s testing me. Vincent said one of his dealers has disappeared. Know anything about it?"

"No. Hasn't been any noise."

"Strange. How's everyone doing?"

"Bucky's fine. Wanda, too. They're worried but they're fine." He smiles at you and Vision. "How about you two?"

"We're good I think." You say looking at Vision.

"It's going well. Hopefully everything will be over soon." Visions says, "Did Vincent say anything else while you were alone?"

"Alone? What the hell, Vis? You weren't supposed to leave her alone with him!" Sam exclaims.

"He was right outside the door. He just tried to get in my pants yet again. Nothing I couldn't handle." You say quickly. 

“Fine. Everything will be ready.”  Sam turns to leave. 

“Sam.” You say before he goes.

“Yeah?”

“Did the guard die?” You are scared of the answer but you need to know. 

“No. Another guard took him and threw him out of the car in front of an Urgent Care. He’ll make it.” 

“You did what you had to do.” Vision says. 

You nod, “Tell Bucky I love him please.”

“He knows.” Sam says as he slips out. 

Part 8