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crushmeeren · 5 months ago

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༝ ᭝ ༝ ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU — PART THREE ༝ ᭝ ༝

⤷ ⋆ ft. itachi uchiha ⋆

note ; i’m sad my little au is coming to it’s end, but i hope it’s everything and beyond what you all were looking for. thank you for giving my story a chance and taking the ride with me! now i need to stop typing cuz i’m gonna cry.

༝ ༝ ༝ a million thanks to @majesticflyingwalrus for the amazing story idea and letting me breathe life into it!

⤷ p.s ; i purposefully put a warning sign before the NSFW portion for those who wish to end their journey with the confession, the sign will be obvious, i promise. (:

cw ; sibling heart to heart chats, love confessions, toe curling love making with itachi [ MDNI ] and a big fat happy ending (:

master list | PART ONE. | | PART TWO. |

So, Itachi takes up meditating.

Working up the nerve to confess is easier said than done. Every time Itachi felt the moment was right — his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth like it’d been glued, stomach twisted into knots. Words of love, of appreciation, filling his head and remaining there.

Itachi was surprised at his out of character behavior. Perhaps, he mused, he needed to calm his inner turmoil, recenter himself. After days of contemplating he landed on meditation.

Itachi’s lower back is quick to protest the activity, forcing him to readjust his weight several times, and he sighs in relief when the pressure on his tailbone finally eases.

The room he’s in is ancient, used for various purposes over many different decades, and as he inhales the stale air it brings with it a brief sensation of nostalgia. He recalls a time when he and Sasuke trained here as kids. Though it often ended with them playfully wrestling on the tatami mats, his little brother’s high pitched laughter still echoes in his ears.

Itachi shakes his head and refocuses. He straightens his spine, hands returning to a loose and relaxed position on his knees. His mind has just cleared when a noise outside ruins his progress.

Again.

Sliding veranda doors open, allowing a gust of warm air to hit Itachi’s face, and slide shut once more. Soft steps approach and he sighs gently through his nose.

“The hell are you doin’ in here Itachi? If you’re practicing to mimic a statue, you’ve already nailed the personality aspect of it.” Sasuke pokes Itachi’s forehead.

Itachi startles, opening one eye to glare at his little brother, rubbing at the sore spot, before closing them altogether. Refusing to utter a word.

Sasuke nudges Itachi’s knee with sock covered toes. Hard. “Itachi,” he presses. “C’mon, don’t ignore me, nii-san.”

Itachi’s heart melts at the title, cursing Sasuke for knowing his weak spots so well. “I’m meditating,” he relents, fully opening his eyes. “Is there something you need, Sasuke? Or have you come with the sole purpose of bothering me.”

Sasuke laughs. “Quit acting so high and mighty,” he says, sitting down by Itachi’s side, crossing his legs so their knees bump. “I spoke to Shisui. He told me something interesting.”

“Oh?” Itachi attempts to appear uninterested, but shifts his head towards the other.

Sasuke rolls his eyes. “Yes. Important information, like the fact that you’re in love with your wife. So why the fuck are you meditating and sulking instead of confessing like a love sick puppy?”

Itachi bristles, shooting him a cutting look. “That’s none of your business.”

“Yes it is. I spend more time with her than you, enough to know how lovesick over you she is,” Sasuke replies with a smirk. Itachi’s cheeks flush red hot.

“Well, since you spend more time with my wife than I, why don’t you confess your undying love for her?” He bites back, two seconds from locking his arm around Sasuke’s throat and wrestling him to the floor.

He watches Sasuke’s eye twitch, fighting the urge to rise to the bait. He sucks in a deep breath through his nose, holds it for second, and lets it out all at once. “Why are you so jealous? She’s like a sister to me, you know that.”

“I’m not —,”

“Please!” Sasuke laughs. “Itachi, you’re so fuckin’ jealous your skin’s turning green!”

Itachi’s lips press together and an awkward silence stretches between them. Sasuke’s laughter dies off, leaving Itachi to stare at a piece of tatami fraying at the corner. He really should replace the flooring.

“It’s irrational, you know,” Itachi mutters, sounding small.

Sasuke stares at him, unnerved by the sadness in his brother’s voice. “What is?”

“My envy, my…fear.” Itachi utters the word as a curse, petty jealousy melting away to leave insecurity in its place. “I’m the leader of our entire clan, it strikes me as pathetic I’m unable to tell my wife of my love for her.”

Sasuke, reminiscent of when they were children making up after a fight, rests his temple on Itachi’s shoulder. “Stop that shit. You’re strong, and the only person in our entire fucked up family I have an ounce of respect for.”

“Sasuke,” Itachi whispers, words thick with emotion. “You’re sweet.” He rests his cheek on top of his little brother’s head and nuzzles him, chest warming with fondness.

Sasuke groans. “Don’t,” he complains, leaning further into Itachi. “Use your sharingan to remember this moment because I’m going to wash my mouth out with soap later.”

Itachi chuckles, soaking up one of the rare moments he’s afforded to be so close to Sasuke. He’s missed his little brother.

Sasuke pulls away after a minute or two, having had enough sibling bonding for the next month.

“I’m out of here,” he says as he rises from the floor, knees cracking as he goes. “All this sweet shit is making my teeth rot. Go bother your wife with it instead.”

Itachi hums, placing his hands behind himself to support his weight. “It’s okay to admit you love your big brother, Sasuke,” he teases.

Sasuke gives him the middle finger.

A sense of calm washes over Itachi as he watches the door slide shut after his brother, leaving him with his thoughts. Itachi pictures the sweet smile on your face whenever he returns home. The softening of your eyes when he holds Mio, or how they sparkle whenever he speaks to you about his day.

He can’t stand another second leaving you in the dark.

By the end of the day, he’ll show you the light.

Itachi cooked dinner this evening. Not strange in itself, since the two of you normally take turns throughout the week. It just struck you as odd because it was your duty tonight, but he kept insisting on cooking your favorite dish. You felt guilty, and he’d seemed exhausted, so you’d tried sneaking into the kitchen early.

Instant failure.

The moment Itachi got suspicious and walked in he banned you to the living area with Mio. You’d conceded, convincing him to pinky promise he’d let you do the dishes in return.

The meal was heaven on your tastebuds, leaving you full and satisfied while you cleaned the last of the dishes. The faint sound of Itachi’s voice fills the silence and your lips curl at the corners, glancing over your shoulder as you rinse off a plate. He took Mio to bed a few moments ago to tuck her in and sing her a lullaby, leaving you to mull over your thoughts.

Mio’s sweet smile and chubby cheeks come to mind when you picture Itachi laying her down in bed, tickling her sides till she squeals with laughter. He’s an amazing dad, Mio’s got him wrapped around her finger, and you couldn’t be more lucky to have him as a husband.

You think of Itachi’s eyes crinkling when he smiles and heat rushes to your cheeks. Setting down the last dish to dry you wipe your hands off with a towel, pushing away sudden butterflies. He’s so handsome your chest aches.

“Our little cherry blossom is asleep.”

You spin around to face Itachi, smiling softly. “Did she throw a fit again?”

“Not this time,” he says with a shake of his head. “She enjoyed the lullaby I chose tonight.”

“The one about ladybugs?” You ask, brushing past Itachi and heading to the living room.

Itachi hums, following behind. “Yes, that’s the one. It seems she’s taken a liking to the small insect. She keeps searching for them each time we go outside.”

You sit down on the couch with a laugh. “I think she’s trying to keep them as pets,” you muse, plucking your book off the coffee table, expecting your husband to do the same. It’s a recent, semi - nightly routine you’ve started.

Itachi continues to stand.

You’ve gotten halfway settled before realizing he hasn’t moved, looking up at him with a tilt of your head. When you lock eyes your stomach jolts. Itachi’s staring at you with the softest eyes, as if he’s in awe of something beautiful. There’s a small, tender twist to his lips.

It’s so intense your gaze flickers to the wall behind him for reprieve before finding the courage to refocus.

“Uh, is everything okay? Your nose is normally buried in a book by now,” you try to joke, failing to keep the nerves from your voice. You set the book down, fingers finding each other and lacing together in your lap, thumbs circling one another.

Itachi nods, taking a seat right next to you. He reaches his hands out, waiting for you to accept. You glance down, unsure, and place your hands in his grip. His palms are clammy. Itachi squeezes once and brings them to rest on his knees.

He smiles. “Do you remember our wedding day? When I vowed to give you my heart and cherish you from that moment on? To be your best friend, your greatest support?”

You nod and Itachi’s expression grows sad as he continues. “I fear I’ve made a mockery of those vows.”

“Itachi no, don’t you dare say that,” you protest, stomach dropping. You lace your fingers with his. “You are my best friend, and I’ve enjoyed every moment I’ve been charged with holding your heart.” The words are bittersweet because it’s true. He’s been your best friend. But only that.

Itachi scoots closer, forcing your thighs to touch. “Your kind words warm my heart, I assure you,” he promises. “However, I’ve been quite foolish with the care of yours. Could you ever forgive me?”

Your brows pinch together, mouth opening to deny the baseless claims. “Stop, you’ve been—,”

“I love you,” he breathes, the words flowing easy like he says them everyday. “I’m in love with you.”

Heat rushes down your spine.

It’s no grand confession. Fireworks aren’t bursting in the background. It’s simple. Itachi’s kind, patient. Providing you comfort and a safe space, as he always does. Despite your heart jumping to your throat, something settles quietly in your mind.

“What?” You whisper, gazing darting across his face. Itachi remains steady and confident, even as his fingers shake in your hold.

Itachi guides one of your hands to rest over his heart, pulse sturdy and quick underneath. “I love you. I have for sometime now. You’re the most wonderful mother to Mio. The best partner I could’ve ever hoped for. I cannot begin to fathom how I became lucky enough to be married to someone who’s as beautiful on the inside as they are on the outside. How could I be so foolish as to do anything other than worship at your feet?”

Your eyes start to sting, a familiar lump forming in your throat. “You really love me?” You ask, voice cracking halfway through.

Itachi looks slightly alarmed. He leans in and pushes his forehead to yours. “Of course, my love. I apologize for not coming to this conclusion sooner.”

You sniffle. “I love you too, Itachi. You’re everything to me.” You fist his shirt and tug, telling him without words you need him closer.

Itachi moves as you demand, pausing to preserve that last inch of space. “I’ve been dreaming of your lips. May I kiss you?” He murmurs, lips brushing yours with the lightest touch. One hand cradles the nape of your neck, thumb running over the skin below your ear.

“If you don’t, I won’t forgive you.”

His lips are warmer than you remember. Gentle, full, a little chapped. He breaks the kiss only to press another to your lips a second later, firmer this time. Itachi angles his head to the side and suddenly you fit together so much better. You come together once, twice, three times, head going dizzy when he sighs into the kiss.

The rich heat in your cheeks settles lower and lower, gathering thick and honeyed in your belly. You clutch at his shoulders with both hands, letting him set the pace, and a soft moan escapes you when a warm tongue slides over your lower lip. Itachi freezes, nails biting into your neck, and breaks the kiss with a wet sound.

“No, wait,” you complain, chasing him as he pulls away.

Itachi giggles. Giggles. His voice lowers as he says, “If you’re agreeable, I believe we’d be much more comfortable continuing…. this, in bed.”

The sudden urge to hear him moan your name is all consuming, forcing you to your feet.

“Yes. Bed, now. Let’s go.”

Itachi drags you along behind him, glancing over his shoulder once or twice with pink cheeks and a shy smile.

Your husband returns your love. Undoubtedly, undeniably, as more than friends. Your heart pounds so hard it hurts.

It’s everything you’ve ever wanted.

This time is a startling contrast to the last.

Your clothes are scattered across the floor instead of folded nice and neat on a dresser. The air is thick, sticky, and hot between you, charged to the point your blood buzzes.

This time you’ve ended up naked before Itachi. Laid out on your back, soft bed forming to the curve of your spine. Itachi rests on his knees between your legs. He grips the hem of his shirt and tugs it over head, dropping it nearby without care. It ruffles the low bun he’s wearing, so he pulls the tie free, hair falling like a curtain.

He’s as bare as you, dusky nipples hardening once they come face to face with cool air. Your gaze trails the length of his lean body, pausing to admire his tight stomach, then follows the barely visible happy trail down to a twitching cock hanging hard and heavy. A bead of precum is spilling from his tip towards the mattress, a clear string swaying as he moves.

Your mouth waters. You can’t stop fucking staring.

It’s overwhelming, Itachi is overwhelming. He’s gorgeous, and it’s impossible to focus with the near constant throb in your pussy.

“You’re so pretty, Itachi,” you sigh, eyes snapping up to meet dark ones. He blushes cotton candy pink. “It’s unfair, truly.”

Itachi’s warm palms run the length of your inner thighs before he leans up and over you, bracing his weight by your head. Soft hair tickles your cheek, his cock bobbing and leaving a sticky kiss on your lower belly. “You must be speaking of yourself, my love.” He bends and presses a kiss to your jaw, nudging your chin with his nose, and trails soft kisses down your throat. “I’d never seen an angel in the flesh until I met you,” he praises, biting at your collarbone.

You moan, fingers circling his biceps, squeezing. “I’d say you come close to looking like one.”

Itachi hums. “Agree to disagree,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing down your sternum. He shifts to the left and runs his tongue over your nipple, sending a flash of pleasure straight to your clit. Your thighs threaten to jerk shut but Itachi’s hipbones prevent it.

He wraps his lips around it and sucks briefly, resulting in a wet pop as he returns to his original goal. You let out a shaky breath, white knuckling the sheets the lower he goes.

A kiss above your bellybutton, one to your hip, then Itachi’s laid out on his stomach pushing your thighs wide open. His lips tickle the crease of your thigh and he stills, peering up at you through his lashes with a shy look on his face.

“You okay?” You ask, heart hammering, one hand rising to brush the bangs from his face.

He melts, glancing away before locking eyes. “Of course. I’ve been imagining this for so long, it’s just..” he trails off. “I — I’ve never pleasured someone like this. I apologize if it’s less than stellar.”

You giggle a little, suffocating tension easing, and Itachi pouts. “Itachi, I’m sure it will be amazing. You excel in everything you do. Besides if it’s bad, I won’t know. I don’t have anything to compare it with.”

Itachi shakes his head, fighting a smile. He brushes his lips along your inner thigh. “That does make me feel better. You’re as clueless as I am,” he teases.

“Hey,” you protest, flicking his forehead. He grins.

His hot tongue drags slowly over your clit and you swear you’ve just seen God. The base of your skull digs into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, and a string of low curses fall from your lips. Itachi repeats the motion a few times, licking in a steady rhythm, and you clutch the sheets like a lifeline.

His tongue dips inside you and your body flashes white hot, pussy clenching to keep him from leaving. You stare wide eyed at the ceiling, breath quickening as he pushes his tongue deeper and curls it as much as he’s able. He returns to circling your clit after a few seconds, lips taught as he starts to suck. You shoot up to your elbows with a sharp cry, fisting his hair so hard you’re certain it stings.

Itachi moans in surprise and releases you, staring at you as if he’s discovered vital information.

“Is that what you like?” His voice is rough, lips swollen and slick.

“Mhmm,” you whine, pushing gently on the back of his head. “Do it again, please.”

“One second pretty girl,” he soothes. He gets his knees underneath himself and braces a hand on your thigh, the other reaching between his legs to grip his cock. He flips his hair out the way, bare shoulder shaking a little, and you have to let go of his hair to flop to the bed with an arm thrown over your eyes.

He’s jerking off as he eats you out and it’s so stupid hot you can’t watch.

Your breath hitches when his lips find your clit, tongue flicking the hood as he sucks. The tightness in your lower belly winds up like a coil, pussy aching to be stretched.

Is it normal to be so wet it soaks your thighs?

“Itachi stop,” you whine, pushing his forehead. He relents with a slick noise and sits up straight. Chest heaving, he holds the base of his cock, squeezing a few times.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” His brows pinch together, fingers running over his tip.

“I want you inside me,” you admit.

He bites his lower lip, dark eyes heavy lidded and intense. “Are you certain, princess? I’d have no complaints if you wished to continue like this,” he promises, inching closer to fit snug in the cradle of your thighs.

You spread your legs further, stretching to place a hand on his stomach. You scratch at the soft wisps of hair below his bellybutton. “I’ve never been so sure.”

Itachi shivers and nods, resting a hand on your pelvis, and uses the other to line up his cock. His tip slides over your swollen clit, then lower, pushing forward.

You stare at him with wide eyes, muscles tensing, and Itachi moves his hand to your ribs, thumbing over the ridges in a gesture of comfort.

“I have you baby, it’s alright,” he coos, pressing forward to slip past the first ring of muscle. The sweet words are relaxing, and your pussy doesn’t offer much resistance after that. He rocks his hips until he’s pressed flushed to you. “That’s perfect,” he moans, cock throbbing. “You take my breath away, you’re incredible.”

You’re so…so full. He seems bigger this time. Or maybe you’re more sensitive.

You sigh and clench up, and Itachi’s breath hitches as he jerks forward a little. You raise your hands up.

“Hold my hands?” You plead. Itachi’s lower lip trembles.

He laces your fingers together and pins your hands to the mattress by your head. “Anything you desire, I’ll give to you,” he whispers, voice full of promise. He places a kiss to your forehead before resting his own there. His hair surrounds you, comforting like a blanket. “I love you.”

The never ending depth of your love for Itachi sweeps your feet out from under you and chokes you up at the same time.

“I love you too.”

He pulls out halfway and pushes in, the two of you moaning in relief. He builds to a steady pace, nothing too fast, nothing too slow, and the sounds have your ears burning. In less than a minute you’re addicted to the drag of his cock.

“Feels so good,” you whimper, back arching as he works to brings your orgasm to the surface. “You’re perfect, baby.”

Itachi outright whines. “Yeah?” He pants, squeezing your hands tighter, thrusting a bit faster. “Would you like to cum, my love?”

“Please,” you murmur, tilting your chin up for a kiss. Itachi moans into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours before pulling away. He slows as he frees one of his hands, tucking it behind your knee to bend it towards your chest.

Itachi studies your face and tests the new angle. His cock strikes your g-spot dead on and your mouth drops open, a version of his name dangerously close to a sob coming out.

“Please baby, let go. I want to feel it,” Itachi begs, a desperate edge to the words. He snaps his hips fast and hard and sloppy.

Your head tips onto the pillow, spine bending. The muscles in your stomach go taut, and you struggle against the hold he maintains on your hand. It doesn’t budge. “Itachi! Please, don’t stop! Oh god, oh god—,”

You moan his name as the tension in your belly releases, toes curling in on themselves.

“Fuck,” his voice cracks, eyes glossy as he works you through it, hanging on by a thread. “I can’t hold it sweetheart, please,” he pleads, thighs shaking.

You nod, twitching through the aftershocks, melting into a puddle. “C’mon Itachi, make another baby with me,” you encourage. You squeeze his hand and cradle his cheek with the other, thumbing over his cheekbone.

Itachi nods frantically, expression splintering with pleasure as he loses his mind. He drops your leg to catch you in a tight embrace, shoving his face against your shoulder. He moans long and low, hips jerking one final time.

You whisper sweet nothings into his hair and return the hug, holding the back of his head. His pulse thunders, and you can’t separate it from your own.

You remain locked together for a moment, savoring the chance to calm down. Itachi only starts to move when he’s gone soft, lifting his head to kiss you sweetly. He slides off your chest and onto his side, an arm thrown over your waist, head pillowed on your shoulder. You play with his hair, twisting the ends that flow through your fingers like silk.

“I love you,” Itachi murmurs into the quiet of the room. “To the moon and back.”

Your cheeks ache smiling ear to ear. “I love you too,” you echo, playfully tugging his hair. “Are you going to stay with me tonight?”

Itachi pushes up to his elbow and stares down at you with a soft smile. “If you’ll have me, I’ll stay forever.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

You sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. “If you want to sleep in my bed you’ll have to shower with me first. You’re disgusting,” you tease.

Itachi laughs, rising off the bed to trail behind you. “I’m certain you’re more of a mess than I, my love.”

You trip Itachi as he walks into the bathroom.

༝ note ; JESUS CHRIST!!! i apologize from the bottom of my heart for taking so long to get this out! my life has been a whirlwind and i truly haven’t had time to write for the last month… but i’m so glad you all came along with me on this journey. love you all, and i hope this delivers. 💌💌

// ༝ here’s my little tag list that nobody asked for ;

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kitten4sannie · 2 years ago

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ꜱᴇx ᴘᴏʟʟᴇɴ/ʙᴜᴋᴀᴋᴋᴇ ➠ ᴍɪɴꜱᴀɴʏᴜɴʜᴡᴀ

pairing: half orc! mingi x elf! reader (fem) x barbarian! san x goliath! yunho x tiefling! seonghwa

genre: fantasy au/dnd vibe, humor, gratuitous smut

summary: you go on a quest with a group of brutish, questionable individuals. anything for some gold and riches, right?

w.c: 6.5k ish…..yeahhhh

the world’s longest list of warnings: alcohol mention/usage, soft/hard! dom party members, brat in the streets baby in the sheets sub! reader, these mfs have a hard-on for social hierarchies esp mingi (he’s a big pervert too hehe), mxm (real homies jerk each other off), monster fucking (mimic box…listen i saw it in a porn one time and its been my dream to recreate it since okay sue meee take me to court!!), five?? some?? idk they made it work somehow, voyeurism/exhibitionism, praise/degradation, pet names, olfactophilia, aphrodisiacs, teasing, vast size differences, size kink, strength kink, manhandling, oral (receiving), overstim, tit play, bulge kink, handjob, blowjob, titjob, all the jobs actually, double penetration made possible with magic incantations <3, creampies, back shots, and facials for everyoneeee !! one for you!! and for youuu~~ also the word cock is mentioned at least 50 times in this one sorry bout that hshjs

a/n: hi ahhhh so this chaotic jumble of insanity is my baby 🥹 and it’s also my very first filth fest fic of the month !!! so yk what that means ;3 go on and strap in for me okay? it’s about to go down frfr <3 this is a sort of sequel to my half orc mingi fic but it can be read on its own! also i’ve never actually played dnd,, i’ve just heard about it from my brother so don’t expect an extremely accurate representation;;; i did do quite a bit of research tho <33 but yeah that being said…. rip reader’s elussy </3

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“Ladies and gents, now this is a quest that’s not for the faint of heart,” your local guild master announced, leaning his heavy forearms on the crowded bar table below him, stroking his long, bushy beard absentmindedly, the wood furnishing of the bar creaking underneath his weight.

The lively room grew a bit more quiet, some individuals quirking their heads in the seasoned barbarian’s direction, yours included. “With a hefty 1000 gold pieces as your reward, this quest requires you to find and locate the rare lujuria plant, then bring its seeds back to me. Unfortunately for you lot, they’re only found in the abandoned dungeons near Mist Falls. Any takers?”

At the mention of the plant and location, most of the interested individuals turned back to their ale and friends, resuming their loud, enthusiastic conversations. You, however, couldn’t believe how idiotic the other patrons were. You could do quite a lot with 1000 gold pieces, and being a solo adventurer, you wouldn’t even have to share it with anyone. With dollar signs in your eyes and a spring in your step, you headed up to the busy bar, having to get on your tippy toes and wave your hand around past some of the larger patron’s broad shoulders until the guild master noticed your presence.

“Now, don’t tell me a dainty little high elf is interested in the quest I just announced. You gonna scare them off with your shiny hair and sparkly crystals?” the older man gruffed, letting out a hefty laugh, before taking a couple gulps from the oversized mug he held within his large, calloused hands.

When you simply stood there with your hands crossed over your lace-covered chest, the guild master set his mug down, his bushy eyebrows raising upwards. “Oh, you’re serious.” He leaned down to your level, cupping his hand around one side of his face, allowing you to smell the ale on his breath. “Do you know why no one likes to go to Mist Falls, little Miss?”

You shook your head, causing the small jewels that dangled from your silky hair to sway a bit. You cupped a hand around your own face, murmuring, “Why does no one like it, Mister?”

“There’s some strange wildlife that frequent the land there. Otherworldly things…things that an elf like you wouldn’t want to get wrapped up in,” he explained carefully, looking over the lens of his glasses to squint at you. “Unless, you’re into that sort of thing, of course.”

Not understanding what he meant by his vague statement, you shrugged it off, taking his underestimation of your abilities as a challenge you couldn’t bear backing down from. “I’ll take the quest, Mister, and I’ll bring you those seeds.”

The guild master smiled down at you, chuckling a bit, like you weren’t in on the joke that he was so amused by. “Very well, little Miss.” He handed you the rolled-up scroll, his lips still curled into a suspicious smile. “Good luck with your quest.”

Taking the scroll, you nodded your head at him, a smug smile painting your own face, as you turned on your heels to leave, reveling in the fact that your levels of commitment and intelligence were clearly in the upper echelons compared to the rest of the idiots that frequented the crowded guild.

Before you could leave without any issues, a deeply familiar, incredibly cocky-sounding baritone voice interrupted your mental victory dance. “Would you look at that. Gonna handle a dungeon all on your own, eh, princess?”

You quickly turned your head, your eyes landing on the tall, solid beast of a half-man, half-orc standing with one hand resting on his leather-bound hip, his golden eyes slowly studying your body with an almost nauseating amount of interest. “Mingi…” you sighed, the events of your last few meetings flashing through your brain, the tips of your ears turning a faint red. “Oh, you think I can’t handle a stupid quest on my own either, huh?”

He shook his head, his shaggy silver hair falling in his eyes, forcing him to swipe it out of the way with his large ringed fingers. “Nope.” His simple response encouraged his equally large, equally intimidating party members, who were hanging out near him, to laugh and chatter amongst themselves.

Now your hands were on your hips, getting hit by a wave of annoyance, your cheeks burning. “Watch me.”

Mingi took a step towards you, just to show you and anyone nearby just how much he towered over you, his lips quirking up into a shit-eating grin, still peering down at your body like he could already picture what you looked like without the form-fitting lace dress that was wrapped around your curvy body like a pretty present, one that he wanted to open as soon as possible.

“With a petite little body like yours?” He reached down to slip a finger into your hair, playing with one of the crystals that adorned it. “Yeah, so small and delicate, like a pretty little fairy, ain’t ya? Those monsters in that dungeon will swallow you whole.”

You might’ve hated Mingi to an extent, but he was good. Good at making you feel tiny and desirable, and so wet, you were afraid he’d be able to smell it from where he was standing. You closed your thighs together slightly, lowering your closed fists to your sides, leaning forward. “I-i’m not a fairy, you dumb orc! I'm an elf! And I don’t need your help!” Just as you turned around to leave, Mingi cleared his throat, making you turn your head back to glare at him.

He placed his other hand on his hip, letting his weight shift to the opposite side, his head tilting the other way. “Sweetheart, listen, I know you’re very capable of getting what you want,” he mused, chuckling softly at the way your face scrunched up slightly in embarrassment. “But, I’m sure you could use some extra party members to back you up. Me and the boys want to help you. Won’t you let us?”

You gazed at Mingi a little while longer, before your eyes shifted to his friends, first drawn to the most elegant-looking tiefling you’ve ever seen. He had sleek skin that looked like expensive marble, his hair as white as the frost that would cover all the lands during the winter months, his heavy horns ridged and curled into an ‘s’ shape, and black as soot, his thin, pointed tail quietly slithering around in a snake-like motion behind the long black cloak that hung from his pointed shoulders.

“That’s Seonghwa,” Mingi informed, with his arms folded across his wide tattooed chest. “Doesn’t talk much, unless it’s to cast a spell or call me stupid.”

Seonghwa’s pretty lips formed a smirk, wrapping his arms comfortably around his slim, corseted waist, his sharp, milky eyes focused intensely on you, like he was peering through you and straight into your soul.

“Oh, are we introducing ourselves?” someone said excitedly, your eyes following the voice upwards until they landed on the handsome face of the gentle-looking goliath standing besides the tiefling. At roughly seven feet tall, the broad man sported shiny, golden locks, pretty brown eyes, and a tribal tattoo that was plastered on his veiny neck, clad only in a thick pelt that sat comfortably around his solid waist, wearing matching furry cuffs on his thick forearms. “I’m Yunho! I like to get drunk and smash stuff. What do you like to do, elf girl?” The goliath stepped forward to shake your hand, his hand completely encompassing yours, your neck almost hurting from having to look up at him.

“Hi, Yunho,” you replied, smiling softly, feeling a bit dizzy from your vast difference in sizes. Everything about him was just so big, you couldn't help but wonder what else was too. “I’m Y/N. I like to go on quests and collect gold.”

“Don’t tell me we’re actually going to help a high elf,” the last party member interrupted in a low voice, sneering, showing off his large, rounded canines when you looked past Yunho to scoff at him. “And an annoying one, at that. I don’t care if she’s fuckable. This is still a waste of time.”

Yunho put a large, warm hand on your shoulder, covering it completely. “Don’t take San’s words seriously, sweet. He bullies people when he likes them.”

The brooding barbarian folded his arms over the thick, furry pelt that covered his broad upper half, rolling his eyes, a few strands of his wild raven hair falling past his forehead. “Or maybe I just don’t like stuck-up little elven brats, ever think of that, Yunho?” His pronounced eyebrows joined together in a bout of sudden fury. “Huh? Can you even hear me up there, you oversized son of a bitch?”

A faint blush appeared on Yunho’s cheeks, smiling in San’s direction, before looking back down at you. “See? He loves me.”

You returned his smile with a grimace. “He loves being a dickhead too, apparently.”

“Excuse me?!” San growled, about to walk up to the both of you to prove that he only loved moonshine, his trusty club, and himself.

Mingi stepped in front of San, waving his hands around exasperatedly, wishing someone presented a dialogue skip option a long time ago, bored of the introductions. “Alright, alright, so are you coming with us, or not, princess? What’s the verdict?”

You rolled your eyes, opening the large entrance door of the guild, eventually letting out a long sigh, glancing back over your shoulder with a pout. You knew you had a slim chance of surviving without them, but you still had your pride. You let out a small hmph, annoyed when they still all just stood there waiting, encouraging you to stomp your silk shoe down on the ground, grumbling, “Ugh, are you coming, or what?”

Mingi and his friends chuckled amongst themselves and elbowed each other, amused by the amount of fiery zealousness your tiny body possessed, finishing their mugs of ale, eventually following you out of the guild and onto the dirt road.

“Hurry up! I wanna explore this dungeon today, not during the next winter solstice!” you called out to them, already at the forest entrance, tossing your head back in an exaggeratedly annoyed fashion.

The half-orc waved his hand around nonchalantly, despite his large lower canines growing more and more visible the more he began to smile, pulling out a small pair of lace panties that had a familiar design etched into them. “Yeah, yeah, don’t get your little elf panties in a twist,” he chuckled, bringing them up to his face to take a sniff.

Your inquisitive expression melted down into one of horror, then scrunched again, this time pleading him with his eyes. “Mingi…don’t tell me you’ve kept those all this time.”

“Of course I have, princess. In fact, I jerk off with them every chance I can in your honor. I can cum real hard just from knowing I turned a high elf onto orc cock forever. I still remember like it was yesterday,” he sighed dreamily, wiping away a fake tear, like had just said the most romantic sentence even known to orckind.

“I still fuck elves, you twat! I don’t need you or your stupid orc cock!” you argued, turning away so that none of them could see how flushed you had gotten, heading into the forest by yourself.

“That’s a damn lie. You showed up to my hut like three times during the Great Hunt not too long ago,” Mingi explained, following after you, his friends following beside him. “Don’t you remember? I had to carry you home after you passed out from squirting too hard.”

“No!” you shouted from ahead of him, swearing you were going to melt into the floor.

“She’s got elven pride, that one,” Mingi sighed, admiring you from behind. “Anyway, I got her soaked panties to prove it. You want to see them, don’t ya, Hwa?” Mingi elbowed Seonghwa, who just shook his head in disappointment, while he continued smiling truimphantly to himself.

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Your group took on a range of opponents, from skeleton armies to disingenuous slime cubes that you may or may not have fallen into, able to pass through quite a few levels of the dungeon, mostly due to Seonghwa’s spell casting abilities, San’s uncontrollable rage, Yunho’s knack of destroying anything he came in contact with, and Mingi’s axe-wielding skills. Did you want to admit that to yourself? Sure. Out loud? No, of fucking course not.

You picked off bits of pink slime that still clung to your wet form, grumbling under your breath about how sticky you felt, not even noticing that some of the slime had already absorbed into your skin.

“Need a little help there, princess?” Mingi mused, reaching down to your shoulder and wiping off some of the slime for you, his fingers tingling once he had done so.

“I suppose so,” you murmured, standing still so that he could continue helping you, surprisingly not even that bothered when the other members of your newfound party all gathered around you and picked or pulled off the remnants of slime that remained on your body, face, and hair.

As you entered the next room, all five of you noticed how the tinglyness remained, how it spread throughout your bodies like a gentle ripple effect, your bodies now collectively hot to the touch, though no one said anything to each other — at least, not yet, anyway.

“A chest!” you gasped excitedly, putting your dagger back into its respective holder and running up to the large, gold-plated chest that sat at the edge of the room, just waiting for someone to open it up and collect its contents.

“Don’t be stupid, elven brat. Not all chests are filled with treasure. Some of them could be decoys. You know that, right?” San rested the rounded bottom of his ginormous club down onto the dungeon floor, leaning on it, raising an eyebrow at you. “Or do you only familiarize yourself with crystals and orc cock?”

“Shut up!” You held onto the barbarian’s insult, rather than hearing him out. “You’re just saying that because you want the treasure for yourself!” You got on your knees in front of the chest, muttering, “Selfish prick.”

“What’d you say?!” San barked, his hand squeezing around the thick handle of his weapon.

Mingi slung an arm around San’s tense shoulders, smiling as though he was quite pleased with himself. “She’s got a mouth on her, huh?” He met San’s grimace with a shoulder squeeze. “Don’t worry, Sannie. She’s gonna learn the hard way.”

Yunho walked up beside Seonghwa, lowering himself down to sit on the cool stone ground with a thud, wiping a bit of perspiration that had formed on his forehead. “I’ve been feeling weird since we left the slime room, Hwa. Can you cast a healing spell?”

“Yeah, me too, now that you mention it,” Mingi called out, rubbing his sweat-covered neck with his free hand, encouraging San to open his own black furry coat, revealing an expanse of sweaty, tan, tattooed skin underneath it.

Seonghwa nodded his head in agreement, waving his hand around in front of him, manifesting a large glowing violet pentagram into existence, which eventually disappeared after the spell had be casted completely, a faint glow still visible around the edges of your bodies.

“Mm, I don’t really feel any different…” Mingi mumbled, his hot-blooded body even more tingly than before, starting to feel like he could fuck someone into oblivion right at that moment, even more than usual.

Once you had opened up the chest, ignoring the subsequent pounding inside your chest and cunt, you were met by a multitude of shiny, gold coins just waiting for you to take. “Holy shit, I’m rich!”

“You better split that with us, before I split you in half with my cock, stupid elf!” San griped from where he stood, now a bit hunched over, his words slightly slurred, not even fully realizing what he was saying.

“Wh-what?!” you squeaked, your ears bright red, turning your head to look at the barbarian in disbelief, not even noticing when the chest in front of you began to sprout limbs, a long, slimy tongue slipping out past the gold.

“I said, I’ll split you open–” San fully dropped his club, which resulted in a resounding thud inside the small room. He pointed an accusatory finger in your direction, blinking at you through his hazy vision, using his other hand to grab at himself through his furry kilt. “–with my big, barbarian cock!”

Yunho pointed at you as well, wanting you to notice the big monster that was about to have its way with you. “Um, Y/N, you should…”

“Not now, Yunho, I have to tell this idiot barbarian to suck my clit!” you informed angrily, holding your middle finger up at San, which he returned enthusiastically.

“Oh, yeah? Then, get your fucking ass over here and sit on my face, you elf slut,” San barked back, sticking his tongue out at you, still holding onto Mingi, appearing drunker by the second — though it wasn’t alcohol running rampant through his body. It was lust. The rest of them were feeling it too.

“Slut? I’ll show you slut,” you grumbled, about to stand up and give San a piece of your mind, your fist, and possibly your body when the mimic suddenly snatched you up with its long limbs and pinned you to the floor. “Oh my god, what’s happening? What the fuck is that?!”

San simply chuckled, leaning his back against the cold concrete wall of the small room, trying to cool his intensely heated body down. “That’s a mimic, dummy. I’m sure you can handle it though, since you’re so tough.”

Mingi looked to his friends, biting at his lip, noticing that none of them even attempted to assist you, more concerned with finding out what the monster was about to do to you. Even Yunho, who was the only one with any semblance of a conscience out of the entire party, somehow couldn’t bring himself to get up, instead answering to the oversized tent that was forming underneath his pelt.

The mimic pinned your wrists together above your head with one strong hand, using the other to lift one of your legs up into the air, breathing harshly as it studied your slick cunt through your tiny lace panties, eventually licking a long stripe up your body, from your pussy up to your chest, leaving your white garments completely soaked and see-through.

Trying desperately to free your hands from the monster’s unwavering grip, unable to prevent more slick from leaking out of you with your legs being held open, you angled your head back to look at the upside-down versions of your party, crying out, “Are you fuckers just going to sit there and watch?!”

“Yeah…we are, sweetheart,” Mingi sighed out, still leaning on San, a few drops of sweat cascading down his flushed face. He dragged his tongue across his teeth, breathing in the flowery scent of your arousal, inhaling so deeply his bull ring shifted slightly. “I’m sure you got it handled. Just tire it out with that wet fucking cunt of yours, will ya?”

A strong wave of pleasure pulsed through your body at Mingi’s response, looking to each of the members, realizing that they were really just going to observe as you got pleasured by the monster, getting more aroused by the second. What was wrong with you? You would’ve contemplated it more, but any thoughts you had would completely fizzle out once the mimic’s tongue came in contact with your cunt, licking you up and down in a rapid, desperate fashion. Its tongue was so heavy and hot against your pulsing cunt, you couldn’t help but cum within a few minutes, your body going limp. “Fuuuck, oh my god…”

“Came nice and hard, didn’t you?” Mingi continued to share his filthy words with you and his party, all five of you reacting positively to it. “I can fucking smell it, princess…” His smile twisted into a faux pout, his voice dripping with lust. “That tongue isn’t enough for you though, is it? Mm-mm, not nearly enough. You need cock stuffed inside your tight elven pussy, don’t you, darlin’?”

All you could do was let out a long pathetic whine, your flushed, fucked-our face giving Mingi and the boys the answer they needed. Now that you weren’t fighting back, the mimic lifted your lower half up into the air, positioning you so that its tongue could slither inside you, pistoning it in and out of your willing hole, your upper half hanging upside down, your tits bouncing with each of the mimic’s thrusts of its wet appendage, your writhing body on display for your party members’ viewing pleasure. “I’m…going to…kill you all…for watching…” you huffed out in between moans, drool slipping out past your parted lips.

Mingi turned his head to share looks with his friends, all of them now dealing with the same almost painful predicament. “Are you all as hard as I am…?” When they nodded, he felt a little less guilty, reaching down to rub at his leaking cock through his kilt, able to feel how stiff it was even through the thick material. He gazed down at you, biting at his bottom lip, holding onto the thick leather of his body harness, trying not to blow his load too quickly. “It feels good, doesn’t it, princess? I can hear how just how sloppy that mess of a cunt is…Do you like the way it’s fucking you senseless with its tongue? Is it filling you up just right?”

You couldn’t believe just how turned on you were in the moment, hardly about to breathe in between your bouts of pleasure, your body beginning to sieze up when the mimic shoved its tongue as deep as it could go, causing a prominent bulge to form inside your lower stomach. “S-so good, Min, gonna cum again…”

“Cum for us, baby, that’s it…” Mingi sighed, leaning his shoulder against San’s, noticing how he began to play with his cock through his kilt, doing his friend a solid and reaching over to stroke the base of it for him.

Groaning underneath his breath, San reached over to help Mingi out as well, the both of them hyperfixated on the way the mimic drank up your juices as though it needed it to live. Seonghwa and Yunho were in a similar position, but instead of answering to their aching cocks, they simply watched on, the visual stimulation clearly enough for them.

The mimic lifted your limp body upwards so that you were on your knees, with its large, agile tongue fitted in between your trembling thighs, grabbing you by the waist so that it could drag you back and forth along its long, slimy appendage. “Just like that, oh my god, it’s so–fuck–” you gasped, barely able to look at the men that were huddled around you, the new position not allowing you to hide away from their hungry gazes, your body on full display for them.

With his hand now fully hidden underneath San’s kilt, Mingi nodded his head at you in approval. “That’s my naughty little elf girl,” he praised you in a gravelly voice, groaning at the sensation of San tugging at his dripping cock from underneath his own pelt. “Let me see you cum one more time for us, princess. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Mingiii, I’ll cum for you,” you whined obediently, reaching down your shiny, wet body to rub your clit around through your thin, soaked panties, unable to keep your mouth closed anymore from how hard you were breathing.

“What a good listener you are, baby. Look at you playing with your tiny little clit without me having to ask. Such a good elf girl you are,” Mingi continued to praise you, knowing exactly what made you tick, his hand squeezing around San’s throbbing length.

San let out a higher pitched moan, his body beginning to tremble against Mingi’s. “I can’t believe you–unnh–managed to tame her so easily…”

“It wasn’t hard, Sannie…fuck– She may be a brat, but she’s a good girl at heart…” Mingi was beginning to fall apart as well, San’s calloused hand continually rubbing along his cock enhancing the pleasure of watching you willingly playing with yourself while you rode a monster’s tongue, his party’s presence filling him with even more warmth. “Cum for us, sweetheart, show us how pretty you are when you fall apart…”

Mingi’s praise-filled request mixed with the sensation of your puffy clit grinding along the mimic’s slick tongue sent you barreling over the edge, cumming so hard, you saw stars, barely able to grasp at the dagger that still sat inside its holster.

Meanwhile, San and Mingi both began to groan and shudder against the cool dungeon wall, shooting their hot loads onto each other’s hands and the insides of their pelts. Seonghwa and Yunho both coated their own undergarments with white, biting into their bottom lips so hard they just about broke the skin.

They were all so deep in their wells of ecstasy that they hardly even noticed when you let out a war cry and stabbed the mimic with your long dagger, rendering it dead, causing it to fade away in a flurry of sparkly, white dust, leaving a few gold pieces for you to take.

“I told you I could fucking take care of myself,” you grimaced, shoving your items into a small pouch you had hanging from your upper thigh.

Once the post-nut clarity set in, Mingi cleared his dry throat, scratching at his prickly chin. “I mean, you did defeat the mimic on your own, so credit is due when credit is due, princess. You just used your pussy to combat it…which is just as valid as using a real weapon, don’t get me wrong–”

“Shut it!” you simply yelled, your face so hot, it probably rivaled the surface of the sun, stomping past the recovering men and pushing the next door open once it unlocked itself, wasting no time to enter the last floor of the dungeon where the supposed lujuria plant was said to grow.

“Let’s go help her out with that plant. And remember, whatever happens, happens. Just know I’m not fucking any of you.” Mingi patted San’s shoulder, looking over to the other members of his party with a playful smile.

San smacked Mingi’s back playfully, which Mingi returned. “Let’s put that elf brat in her place.”

Mingi nodded. “Yeah, on my cock where she belongs.”

Seonghwa scoffed from beside them. “Could you be anymore crass?”

Yunho patted Mingi’s and Seonghwa’s shoulders, practically dislocating them, smiling goofily, his cheeks and face flush from the energy he exerted. “What happens in the dungeon, stays in the dungeon, boys.”

Seonghwa quietly nodded his head in agreement, until he murmured softly, “Indeed.”

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“Where are you, you stupid fucking plant?” you called out inside the vast, foliage-covered room, swiping at the overgrown leaves and plants that were in your way, almost tripping over a few vines that grew in and out of the broken-up cobblestone floor below your feet.

The rest of your party followed your lead, Mingi and Yunho taking the initiative to cut down the thicker plants and foliage that stood in your way with their axes, almost completely out of breath when you finally came across a large pink plant growing in the middle of the room.

“I’m assuming that’s it,” you said mostly to yourself, slowly walking up to the plant, impressed by its intricate petals and inviting flowery scent. “It’s not as scary as I thought it’d be. It’s almost…pretty…”

Just as you reached out to touch it, Seonghwa opened his mouth to warn, “Wait, don’t–”

As soon as your slender fingers came in contact with one of the flower petals, the plant sent out a puff of dusty pink pollen directly into your face and the air around your party, before folding in on itself and growing comically large spikes to protect its core which contained the golden glowing seeds you needed to complete your quest.

You began choking and coughing along with the others, reaching out blindly through the thick pollen, finding solace in Seonghwa’s arms, who began reciting a spell to lessen the effects of the plant’s attempt at self defense, but it was too late. Mind-altering desire had already set in. “Can’t breathe…can’t think…” you whispered, grabbing at Seonghwa’s chest, unbuckling his top and revealing his smooth, marble skin, henna-like tattoos decorating his jewelry-adorned collar bone.

Seonghwa clutched your shoulders, breathing just as profusely as you were, murmuring, “Don’t think, then, silly elf,” before pressing his mouth onto yours with haste, his long, snake-like tongue slipping inside your mouth to explore it.

Strong, solid hands grabbed at your hips from behind, Mingi pulling them back so that he could grind his cock into your ass, his lips already ghosting along your neck. His deep, gravelly voice made you let out a weak moan into Seonghwa’s mouth when he sighed, “Gonna fill your cunt full of my cum, sweetheart. So fucking full.”

“Then, I get to fill her slutty elf cunt with my tongue first,” San interrupted, already on his knees, positioning himself in between you and Seonghwa, not hesitating to tear your skirt and panties apart to access your rapidly dripping cunt. “So pink, so pretty…” He attached his drooling mouth onto your clit, sucking so roughly, your knees almost buckled underneath you, about to completely collapse when he plugged your hole up with his hot tongue.

Seonghwa pulled away slightly, finally letting you breathe without having his tongue down your throat, instead completely shredding the front of your dress with his talons, just in time for Mingi to groan and cup your tits, squeezing and moving them around, saliva leaking past his plump lips. “I always know exactly what your idiotic orc brain is thinking,” he sighed at Mingi, bringing his own hands up to tweak and pinch at your nipples, making you cry out.

“Oh, yeah? Can you read my mind right now, Hwa? Can you tell that I’m about to stretch this elf’s little fuckhole wide open with my fat fuckin’ cock?” he said near your twitching, elongated ear, his hard length slipping in between your thighs to rub along the underside of your cunt, his dark eyes settled on Seonghwa’s before returning to your slick body, their hands moving in tandem to play with your tits, each getting a chance to squeeze your squishy flesh and tease your increasingly puffy nipples.

Yunho, who was hard beyond measure and feeling a little left out, walked up to the side of you and reached down to show off his enormous cock, the slick , oversized tip an angry shade of red. He pouted down at you, letting out a small whimper. “Can you please help me out, sweet? I’m so hard, it hurts…”

Unable to resist his puppy-dog eyes, you nodded, licking your lips, collecting his vast amounts of pre-cum at the rounded tip with your fingers, eventually using it to slick up the rest of his cock, doing your best to jerk him off with your small hands. “Does that feel good, Yunho?”

“So good, doll,” he gasped, leaning his head back, not registering when he began to thrust his hips forward into your hands, using them like a fleshlight.

You’re so big, Yunho, fuck– I can hardly wrap my hands around it…” you sighed out, opening your mouth to lick at the tip of his cock each time he thrusted into your hands. Your mind went blank, until you suddenly remembered that San was in between your squeezing thighs, devouring your cunt like it was his last meal, his tongue and lips wreaking havoc on your clit, his thick fingers shoved inside your pulsing hole.

“Like the way I’m eating this cunt of yours, eh, elf girl?” San mumbled in between slurps, gulping your juices down, a few dribbles of it cascading down his veined throat. “You don’t even need to answer, love. I can tell you do just from the way you’re fuckin’ squeezin’ my fingers.” San groaned deeply, watching the way you dripped for him as he continually went knuckles-deep inside you, biting his bottom lip, growling, “Cum for me. Cum all over my face, you brat. Fuckin’ do it.”

You unraveled almost instantaneously, getting your creaminess sucked off of your slit by the desperate barbarian, not even noticing that he had been jerking himself off so roughly, he had already made himself cum before you did.

“Goddamn it, since when did high elf squirt taste so fuckin’ good?” San mumbled drunkenly to himself, licking at his swollen lips, prior to sucking your cum from his fingers noisily.

“You’ve had your fun, Sannie boy. It’s time for this little elf girl to experience the pleasure of getting broken in by real men. Hwa, you know what to do,” Mingi announced hastily, already bringing you down to the floor so that you were about to slowly take the half-orc’s cock in your cunt from behind, Seonghwa supporting your front, the tip of his tail already brushing back and forth over your swollen clit, rubbing his large, ridged cockhead on your puffy lips to slick them up with his pre-cum, his own plump lips moving at a quick pace, expertly reciting an incantation that would allow you to physically take two obscenely large cocks at once, all well as increasing your natural lubricant and allowing you access to heightened physical sensations.

“Fuck, look at you…What a good little elf girl you are, taking us both inside you like this,” Mingi sighed into your ear, reaching around your body to lazily rub your wetness into your sensitive clit. “Almost like you were made to take monster cock, huh? Not made for little elven peckers, it seems.” He pressed his hand into your lower abdomen, able to feel the pronounced outline of his friend’s abnormally large length. “Mm, that’s right. You loved being stuffed full of monster cock, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Love it, Min, so much,” you choked out, your mind going positively blank, the only thing on your mind being the insanely pleasurable stretch you felt inside your core, knowing you were quite literally filled to the brim. “Feels so good, I can’t think.”

“Why think when you can just feel good, princess?” he chuckled, rubbing your tummy in an up and down motion, feeling the outline of Seonghwa’s thick, ridged length with his calloused fingers, shuddering from the sensation of their slippery cocks rubbing along one another inside your tight, slick walls . He nuzzled your neck and the side of your face with his prickly cheek, whispering onto your skin, “M’ so proud of you, sweetheart. I broke you in before and now here you are, taking big tielfing cock in your pussy while an orc’s stuffing you just as full. What a pretty sight you are. Wish I could take a picture.”

“Oh my god, Mingi, please, it’s so–” you could hardly verbalize, your eyes just about rolling into your skull, your body pulsing with so much pleasure, you could barely keep up with what was happening around you.

Mingi routinely filled your elongated ears with more filthy words, Seonghwa gazing deeply at you, your willing hole continuing to clench around their thrusting cocks, getting stretched so pleasurably, you almost passed out from that sensation alone.

All the while, San positioned himself in from of your tits, squeezing them together and driving his cock back and forth between them, grunting and groaning each time.

Yunho gently grabbed your chin, coaxing your mouth open as wide as it would go, whispering, “That’s it, my sweet, just a little wider…” He began to feed you his cock, stuffing your mouth full and instinctively fucking your throat, your jaw already beginning to ache from the obscene girth. “You’re so tiny…can barely take it…huh?” Moaning breathily, Yunho eventually settled for fucking the inside of your gummy cheek, afraid that he would suffocate you if he continued to throat fuck you.

It seemed that this quartet had been in this exact position before. That was clear to you now. You couldn't have been more wet and willing if you tried. Getting used by two filthy men while two more watched and desperately tried to get off using your body in any way they could filled you with a sense of purpose you didn’t realize you had always sought after.

“You want our cum in your pretty elf cunt, princess?” Mingi huffed, in between harsh, deliberate thrusts, his hands cemented on the reappearing bulge in your stomach. “Huh? You want us to make a mess of you, aye? Want to be fucked so full of our seed, you’ll give us pretty elven offspring?”

Once Yunho freed your saliva-streaked mouth from his suffocating length and resorted to jerking himself off, you were able to reply in a fucked-out, slurred voice, “Yeah–yeah–yeah– fill me up, wan’ it all. All your cum, in me, on me, I need it, pleaseee.”

Your willing party members’ highs all crescendoed in succession, Mingi resorting to sloppy, rough thrusts inside your tight hole until he spilled most of his load into you, his cum splashing onto Seonghwa’s cock, dripping along their lengths to form a milky rim. “Oh, fuck, that’s it…but I’m not done yet, princess…I gotta–nngh–leave my mark on my favorite elf…” He slowly pulled out with lewd pop, coaxing a few more cum shots out of his cock with a large, closed fist, watching the large milky droplets slide along your smooth skin and torn sections of your dress onto the curve of your exposed ass, his eyes creasing with clear adoration. “That’s more like it…”

“W-was that necessary…?” you murmured, trying not to cum just from the sensation of getting stuffed full of cum, sensing that Seonghwa was next in line to come undone inside you.

“Oh, my gods, I…see heaven,” Seonghwa gasped sharply, the whites of his boundless eyes glowing brightly, his lips parting to allow a shaky moan to escape. Seonghwa gripped your hips so tightly, he was bound to leave handprints, relying on slow, deliberate strokes, using your contracting cunt to milk the cum from his cock, unable to resist leaving a few drops on your clit and mound when he pulled out.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, gonna cum all over these tits, you little elven slut, take itttt,” San gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening, only having to pump himself between your slick, pre-cum covered tits once more before he was able to leave thick spurts of white all over the bottom of your heated face and lips, leaving most of his load on your messy tits.

“O-oh, godddd…!” Yunho came last, and the most, closing his hands around his reddened tip, whining profusely, unable to keep himself from completely unloading all over your pretty face and hair, practically drenching you in his cum.

Mingi reached down to cup your chin, tilting your head back so that he could get a good look at you, admiring the way their collective seed dripped off and out of you, swearing he could shed a tear from such a beautiful sight. “Look at you. My pretty princess.”

You gently nuzzled his large hand, smiling contentedly, tasting the salt of someone’s load on your lips when you licked at them. “Your pretty princess…”

It took a while for all of you to come down and catch your breath, the effects of the pollen still practically running through your veins, but you managed to wobble your way over to the main plant and slowly pull your trusty dagger out of its holder, slashing the plant until its precious seeds dropped into your open palm. You looked down at the golden, glowing seeds, your fingers still splattered with milky liquid, reminding you of the trials you conquered to get to your ultimate goal. As you wiped your sticky face with your sleeve, you looked around at your panting, much more docile party members, wondering if it was all worth it.

Mingi brushed some of his sweaty hair out of his eyes, noticing the way you were looking up at him, sending a cocky smile your way. “So, you’re 200 gold pieces richer, princess. How does it feel?”

“Huh?” you questioned immediately, your fingers closing around the pouch that contained the precious lujuria seeds. “It was 1000 gold pieces. Did fucking me stupid render you stupid instead?”

“I’m sorry, darlin’, but with each party member fee, it rounds out at 200 a person,” he corrected you, bringing you in to give you a gentle hug and a pat on the ass, chuckling delightedly to himself, his friends joining in on the amusement. “That’s still quite a bit. You can buy yourself a pretty new dress since yours is all torn and drenched in our cum, ya’ know?” He leaned his head in your direction, twiddling his large thumbs, his smile growing more lewd. "That means I can have the one you're wearing right now, yeah?"

You grimaced, your blood boiling over, already stomping your way out of the last dungeon floor, your voice still growing louder and louder the further you walked away, swearing to yourself, “This is the last time I do anything with you, Mingi! Never again. Never! EVER!”

Mingi simply waved off at his friend’s questioning gazes, holding the seeds that you had taken from the plant inside his own hand, admiring their shimmering edges. “Don’t worry. She always comes back.”

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hwaslayer · 7 months ago

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wildfire (cs) | 10.5

—spotify playlist | series masterlist

—summary: assistant professor in bioengineering, incredibly attractive, lonely and divorced; that’s how most people describe san. but despite the events that have happened in his life, san has a lot going for himself. he’s a successful, sought out professor due to his brilliant contributions to science at just an early age of 32. he worked hard to get where he was now; head deep into his research, his publications, building his lab and creating a name for himself. everything was good and smooth sailing— until it wasn’t. because when he meets you, a bioengineering grad student interested in rotating in his lab, he finds himself ready to risk all the blood, sweat and tears he put in throughout the years just to keep you close— his need for you spiraling out of control like a wildfire.

—pairing: asst. professor!choi san x grad student!f. reader

—genre: (18+ - minors dni) strangers to lovers, grad school au | fluff, angst, smut

—word count: 2k

—chapter content/warnings: cussing, mature language/sexually implied content, infidelity, flirting, kissing/making out, there is trouble everywhere quite frankly…. gonna dip once i post bcos i know this is bad but there’s def another future 0.5 chapter that might be worse

⇢ POSTDOC | YR 2.5

"Babe." Iseul whines a bit, making San mimic her pout before tapping her nose.

"Love. How about I take you out this weekend to make up for it? We can go somewhere, just us two."

"Okay, but it'd be better if you could do that and come hang out tonight, too."

"I'll try."

"San."

"I'll try." He chuckles. "I should really finish up behavior tonight and that review for the paper we're working on. I'm already behind."

"Who said? You still have time."

"I have to get this done by next week." He gives her a sympathetic smile before placing a kiss on her forehead.

"Next week."

"I'll try and get it done so I can hang out with you two, k?" He cups her cheeks. She can't help but continue to pout and cross her arms, even when he kisses her on the tip of her nose and on the lips. Part of her continues to have a soft spot for her man, the love of her life.

Part of her wants to continue being supportive because she loves seeing San excel in his craft, she loves being by his side throughout all his achievements and vice versa. She feels like together, they can conquer the world together— be unstoppable, reach the top.

The other half, maybe more than half at this point, is sad. Empty. She longs for the man she fell in love with, she longs for his company. His time. His effort.

His kisses, his cuddles. Everything.

Iseul never thought the lines would blur.

"Okay?" San repeats, causing Iseul to return her full attention on him. She gives him a small smile and nod, San's thumbs caressing her cheeks. "Better." He subtly bites his lip before caressing her chin. "C'mere." He leans forward to peck her lips again, and again.

And again.

Before they're both standing near her car, kissing under the late afternoon sun. Iseul tugs on San's shirt, deepening the kiss as she pulls him closer. He softly groans against her lips, Iseul's hand slowly traveling down to his belt.

"Baby." He pulls back and chuckles.

"We can be quick." She chases after his lips and presses small, repeated kisses against them before he's gently prying her off and shaking his head.

"I'm sorry, baby. I gotta go." She whines again before he's kissing her one last time on the lips and forehead. "You can have me all you want later tonight. And tomorrow. And the weekend."

"Ugh. I hope you know how much I'm sacrificing so you can hurry and finish." He laughs.

"I love you."

"Love you, too." She sighs, watching as San waves before doing a light jog back to the building. She slips into her car and connects a call to the bluetooth just as she pulls out of the parking spot.

"Yo!" Yunho answers the call almost immediately.

"Hey. What can I bring to your place for tonight?"

"Hm. Soju? I think I'm almost out." Yunho hums. "Chips and any other snacks."

"Okay, so everything? What do you even have at home?"

"Me, myself and I." Iseul laughs.

"Uh. So much for inviting us over when you don't even have anything ready."

"I'll whip something up, don't worry! Why the doubting?"

"Alright, boss. Counting on you then."

"You know what else I need?"

"What, Yunho?" He chuckles.

"You." It’s meant to be a lighthearted joke; nothing more, nothing less. But, it does something to Iseul and Yunho knows it well enough by this point.

"You're so sappy. Quit it." She blushes to herself, biting her bottom lip even though she playfully scolds him.

"Nah. It's kinda fun seeing you all flustered."

"Hate you."

"Sad. I don't." She shakes her head and smiles. "Sliding through soon?"

"Yeah, I'm just gonna freshen up and change at the house first after grabbing groceries."

"San is coming?"

"He said he'll try and wrap up quick so he can join."

"Ah, okay." Yunho sighs a bit. It's been awhile since he's been able to hang out with his bestfriend, but he understands how important his work is right now. He tries to be, at least. He knows how it all goes.

He just wishes San would give himself more time to relax. Enjoy life a little bit, just like he used to.

"I'll see you in a bit then."

"Mhm. I'll text you when I'm on the way."

"How exciting."

"Shut up." She ends the call. Suddenly, those dark, sad feelings she felt earlier are gone. Suddenly, she's happy. She feels a bit giddy. Excited.

Iseul isn't really sure when the line started to blur.

But somehow, they're here and Yunho isn't sure how they'll go back and undo whatever they've created between each other. He knows this shouldn’t even be a thing. He should feel like some sort of last resort, a rebound— like he's the cushion that keeps Iseul company solely because San isn't around. Yunho knows there shouldn't be much to it.

So, why is there more to it?

It must have been all the kick-its with friends, all the lunches and casual dinners. It must have been the exchanged texts with stupid [but silly] memes or tweets the other would appreciate. It must have been the calls just to check in with each other. It must have been the subtle, lingering looks.

Accidentally brushing hands.

Teasing and poking fun at each other.

Flirty undertones.

Saying shit to make the other smile or laugh.

San would have just assumed they were being normal around each other. They had always been close anyway, but he says that because he doesn't catch the small acts in between.

The very small, but clear and intentional acts.

For a minute, Iseul thought it was a phase because Yunho was there like he had always been. But then, the feelings and the thoughts stayed for longer than a phase; piled up over weeks and weeks.

Until she realized what it meant.

So, she tried to distract herself and force herself to understand that it was truly just a phase. When San was around, she'd affectionately hug him. Kiss him. Cuddle him. Pull him to bed and make him cum over and over again to feel satisfied, to feel like she was still wanted by her man.

His moans and the loud calls of her name the only thing granting that satisfaction. Even though, could she say the affection behind it was genuine?

Clear, intentional?

Who's to say?

Especially when she's happily skipping down the aisles in the grocery store, grabbing the soju that both she and Yunho like; the one that San doesn't really like as much but he'll deal and make do. Especially when she's throwing on a form-fitting zip-up and leggings, trying to come off as comfy, but alluring. Especially when she sprays her perfume and dabs on a bit of lip gloss for a lazy kick-it that’s staying behind doors and enclosed walls.

Especially when she walks through the door to greet Yunho with a big hug— one that has him swinging her around before they plop onto the living room floor and get started on the drunk, scary indie movie and short film marathon the three agreed to do as a way of de-stressing.

Especially when Iseul gets the dreaded but expected text from San, and she can't help but welcome back the same feelings of emptiness and disappointment from earlier.

san: running behind. i don't think i'll make it, love. i'm sorry. tell yunho i’m sorry, too.

san: i'll be home tonight - i'll make it up to you. this weekend, too. 😘 i'm all yours.

"He's not coming." Iseul says, taking another huge swig from their third soju bottle of the night, making Yunho nod silently.

"I'm sorry—"

"It's fine, don't be such a debbie downer." She laughs, playfully punching him on the bicep. Yunho catches her hand in his when she attempts to pinch him the second time around, making her pout in return. "Ouch!"

"Says you who was just about to punch me on the bicep, meanie." She giggles when he lets go of her hand. "I'll let it go. At least you're laughing and smiling."

"Yeah." She looks up at him. "You surely do make me laugh and smile."

"Good or bad way?"

"Good. How could that be a bad thing?"

"I don't know, you could just think I'm stupid." She snorts.

"Never."

"Well, good." Yunho smiles. "I like it when you laugh and smile."

"I like it when you make me laugh and smile, Yunho."

"Yeah?" He drunkly rests his cheek on the palm of his hand, elbow on the surface of the table. "What else do you like, Iseul?"

"A lot of things."

"Mhm." He hums in a sing-song tone before leaning closer to tease her a bit. "What are a lot of things? Name a few."

"Yogurt soju, melon bread, being in bed after a long day and letting the sheets engulf me. Reading in a hot bath with candles lit up. To name a few." She leans forward to match him. "I don't think I can say anything else."

"Why not?"

"Because other things could be bad for me."

"In what way specifically?"

"Just cause." Her voice is barely above a whisper, lips only inches away from Yunho's.

"Just cause? How bad could it be?" She subtly shrugs before her eyes are dipping down to his lips, back up to his eyes.

"Dunno. You tell me." She distractedly says.

"What if.. maybe.. it isn't a necessarily a bad thing at all?" There's a thick silence in the air, but no one wants to address the tension, the elephant in the room. So, after a few minutes of said silence, Iseul leans forward and just kisses him— somehow thinking it could address the tension or whatever elephant is hiding in the room.

And at first, it shocks Yunho.

He freezes because he knows this shouldn't have happened. It fucking shouldn't have happened and he should’ve put a stop to it ASAP. Because Iseul was San's and vice versa, they made vows and devoted their lives to each other in front of him, and they were good together.

Yunho isn't really sure when the line started to blur.

But then, he finds himself chasing after her lips to kiss her again, and again— until things can't be stopped and San's texts are going unanswered while Iseul's phone sits on the coffee table and vibrates away.

Her and Yunho are no longer sitting around watching the short film that's on. It eventually plays a random video next because no one is paying attention to what’s happening in the background. Empty soju bottles are spread across the surface of the table, along with open bags of chips and empty bowls. TV serving its purpose as background noise, almost fighting with the loud kisses and subtle moans leaving their lips while Iseul continues to make a place for herself on Yunho’s lap.

Meanwhile, San tucks his phone into his pocket, shrugging off the entire thing after he had sent her a few more follow up texts with all his ideas on how to make up for tonight. And tomorrow. And the weekend. He felt bad, but he was genuinely excited to do things with Iseul. To take her out on dates, travel near and far with her just to be alone. Rekindle the flame. Bring back that love, passion, that had been slowly dying because of his own fault.

It wasn't entirely uncommon for Iseul to let texts go unanswered, but he was only worried because he knew that initial 'sorry can't make it' text upset her. She was probably trying to distract herself and lean on Yunho. Which, San can't help but think that Yunho does a way better job of being there for her than he actually does as her husband. It kinda aches him to think about it, and he's not sure how to navigate his own feelings when he keeps replaying that bar scene in his head.

For San, there’s no use in figuring this out because he knows they're good friends. They get along well, and he should be glad that they do. There isn’t anything to worry about despite his mixed feelings and confusing thoughts.

But for Iseul and Yunho, there’s no use in figuring out when this all happened, why this all happened— because everything has become perfectly clear and defined.

The small acts gone unnoticed no longer small and unable to be hidden.

Clear, intentional.

Now, the lines are no longer blurred.

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mii-so · 5 months ago

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So, this is meant to take place under a FellSwap Gold setting with a SwapFell Red interpretation. Basically me and a buddy of mine have been brainstorming together about the canon information we have for the FSG AU and have created our own little story line based on it with our own versions of the SFR skeletons.

This little comic strip was supposed to hint at their past surrounding Dr. Gastor, and how it now influences the way Sans treats Papyrus.

Sans does what they think is in the other’s best interest, by making sure Papyrus is tough enough to survive the harsh underground they live in. (e.g. Papyrus trains with Sans to raise his LV but this proves difficult for him, due to his aversion to violence.) Unfortunately, Sans unknowingly mimics the cruelty they learned from Gastor, in their methods.

(side note: It’s crazy to me how this all started because some random person on the internet matched my freak so hard for this AU that we now have a 1000+ word story all because of some silly little roleplay with these two…)

(Also, gah,, I love cold war themes so much!

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unequivocallyreid · 2 years ago

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Stay With Me Till Morning

hi guys! another fic for you :) i got a little carried away at the end, but you know how it goes. this is for any munch!spencer fans 🤗

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary:

Spencer and you are co-workers, strictly co-workers, despite your feelings for him. A few nights sharing a room won’t change that, right?

warnings: mentions of body-specific insecurity, fluff, smut, oral sex (fem receiving)

wc: 3.2k

if i missed anything let me know!

One of the worst things about being a newbie, at any job, is coming into a place where connections have already been made. Working at the FBI, more specifically the BAU, was no different.

Now don’t get the wrong idea, working there was a dream for you, but there was no doubt that you were severely lacking in personal relationships compared to others. Derek and Reid had a sort of brotherly bond, JJ and Emily’s like sisters, and Hotch and Rossi’s went unspoken but still glaringly obvious. You existed in their orbit, and while you had all grown to love each other, you still felt a bit like an outsider sometimes.

Unfortunately for you, this feeling intensified whenever the topic of room sharing came up. Sure there were benefits, like having a room to yourself on occasion, but usually it just served to worsen your imposter syndrome.

The case that you were working currently, sans Rossi (he was on a book tour following his latest release), pushed this feeling to surface even more.

You all were in Upstate New York investigating a series of homicides that seemed to mimic a string of murders that had occurred 20 years ago. The town you were in was on the smaller side, so the only place you could find accommodations was a small bed and breakfast.

Said BnB did not have enough rooms available for anyone to ride solo, and with Rossi gone, Hotch and Morgan were buddied up, leaving Emily and JJ and Reid and you. Naturally, Emily and JJ bunked up together, leaving you to share a room with the boy wonder.

It’s not that you didn’t like Reid, quite the opposite actually, you liked him too much. You’ve always had a propensity for falling incredibly deeply incredibly fast, and when you met Spencer for the first time you proved you reputation correct.

Your first impression probably put him off slightly, but he was gracious enough not to show it. When Hotch introduced you, the first thing you thought was how ridiculous attractive the man in front of you was. His high cheekbones and big, brown eyes drew you in immediately. To make matters worse, he was fucking adorable. After snapping back to reality, you offered Spencer your hand, which he declined citing the pathogens and it being safer to kiss.

In one of your more impressive displays of cluelessness you said, “I think we could make that happen.”

This caused Spencer to flush and a ghost of a smile to grace Hotch’s face. Thankfully, in the last few months you had redeemed yourself slightly, developed a rapport with the doctor, and stood by hopelessly as you crush developed into a nasty little monster.

So, no sharing a room with Spencer wasn’t really an issue, but still, might just be the thing that breaks you.

“There’s only one fucking bed?”

You’d spoke far too soon.

After assuring Spencer you were completely fine and not at all uncomfortable with sharing a room with him, you and him walked together to your room, only to find a scene straight out of a shitty romance novel.

When Spencer heard you and noticed that there was in fact, only one bed, he immediately said, “I can sleep on the couch.”

Maybe you should’ve just agreed and saved yourself from a week of sexual frustration, but you couldn’t.

“Spence, that couch is maybe five feet long. I don’t even think I could sleep on it.”

You looked at him then to muster up some courage, “We can share the bed. We’re both adults.”

He looked slightly pained, which panicked you a bit. God, how fucking embarrassing.

“Or I can take the couch. I wont let you, but if you’re uncomfortable I can. I’m a bit shorter.”

Spencer hurried to speak, “No!”

His outburst took you by surprise but he quickly went on.

“I mean, no. I’m not uncomfortable. I just don’t want you to be at all or feel like I’m forcing you to sleep with me. Fuck, or I mean next to me-“

You cut him off before he could fall into a tailspin.

“We’ll share then.”

Sharing the bed had actually not been that bad for you at first. You were on your third day in New York, and you were making steady progress on the case. Hopefully, it would be wrapped up in a day or two.

Aside from the fact that you barely spent any time in the room, you had managed to stay on your side bed. The only spot of trouble was the dreams you were having, dreams about the person next to you that would turn even the worst sinner’s cheeks red. Still, Reid was acting no different, so at least you were confident you weren’t talking, or, god-forbid, moaning, in your sleep.

It had been an incredibly hard day. Not only was it freezing, but you had been outside and away from temperature controlled environments for far too long. Immediately once you got back to the Inn you were staying at, you asked Spencer if he’d mind you taking the shower first.

“I’m freezing my ass of right now. You don’t mind do you?”

“No, of course not. You know it’s kind of a superstition, but there’s some actual evidence that being cold can make you sick. I just read a study which showed 10% of people exposed to-“

You cut him off before he could finish.

“Spence, I’d love to hear about all that, but please just wait till I’m out of the shower.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry.”

You shook off his apology as it wasn’t needed. That was one thing you didn’t get about the rest of the team; you loved hearing all the little tid bits of information that Reid let out. Yeah, he was like a literal encyclopedia at times, but it was never annoying. If anything it made you like him more. You loved the way he lit up when he told you about something he’d just read about, or read about 15 years ago. It was cute.

Getting into the shower was like a blessing. The water rolled over your cold skin and helped to loosen the muscles you’d been stressing all day. If you were bolder, or clueless to Spencer’s aversion to touch, you’d ask him to give you a shoulder rub. Your mind wondered off to where else he might touch you, but that was just wishful thinking.

After spending a near gratuitous amount of time in the shower, you shut off the water and reached for a towel. Only once you’d started drying off did you realize in you haste to warm up you’d forgotten to bring your sleep clothes into the bathroom with you. Now, you had to walk out in a tiny, hotel towel right in front of Reid. Sure, it was the start of a few of your fantasies, but in real life the idea seemed mortifying.

As quietly as possible, to not draw attention to yourself, you opened the bathroom door. With one hand gripping the point where the towel connected with itself, you tried to tiptoe unnoticed to your suitcase.

“Y/n?”

You looked up to see Spencer watching your frame like a hawk. As he took in your damp, barely covered figure, you wished to yourself that the lights in the room weren’t so fucking bright.

“I, uh, forgot to bring my clothes in,” and with that, you raced back into the bathroom to change.

After taking a minute to collect yourself, you make your way out of the bathroom again. The room is, thankfully, much darker and you see Reid tucked into his side of the bed. You climb in next to him.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable. That was weird. I, I won’t forget my clothes again.”

“It didn’t, Y/n, don’t worry.”

With that, you both tried your best to fall asleep and put the day behind you.

When you wake up, it’s decidedly not light out and you are decidedly not alone on your side of the bed. One of Spencer’s arms is over your waist, holding you against his body. Still, you don’t know why you’ve woken up.

You tend to be a pretty heavy sleeper, and you know that some light spooning wasn’t enough to wake you up. As you lay awake, trying to figure out why you are up and what to do next you feel Spencer move behind you.

Now, you definitely know what woke you. Spencer, who could barely look you in the eye after seeing you in a towel, was grinding into while you slept. Obviously, he was asleep too, but that didn’t stop the shock of it all from hitting you like a fucking bus. He was silent aside from the occasional whimper, which sent shockwaves straight to your core each time he let one slip.

Despite this, again, being the start to a few of your own wet dreams, you were pretty literally stuck between a rock and a hard place. You felt like you’d be taking advantage of Reid if you didn’t wake him, but if you did you know he’d just about die from embarrassment. Or, worse, he’d think that you somehow executed all of this in a sick ploy. Not likely, but still a source of anxiety.

It took you a few minutes to get your head on straight, what with the burning feeling brewing in your abdomen, but eventually you realized that waking him up was pretty much the only thing you could do.

“Spence,” you said while gently shaking his shoulder.

“Spence, love, you gotta wake up.”

You were turned toward him now and saw his eyes open a crack, “Y/n? What’s wrong what’s goin-“

The realization of your situation also hit him like a truck, which was sort of comforting because at least you weren’t alone in the feeling.

“Oh my god, Y/n. Fuck, I’m so sorry. Jesus, I, I can’t- Fuck I’m so sorry.”

He went to spring out of bed, but your hand grabbed his arm before he could.

“Spence, it’s okay I promise. Honestly I’m surprised it didn’t happen earlier.”

“No, no it’s not. You don’t even like me that way and I was all over you-“

You cut him off when you heard this, “Spence, what do you mean I don’t like you like that?”

“You heard me right? I said your name?”

The world stops spinning, “What?”

“Oh, oh no. Look, I’m so sorry. I’ll go sleep in one of the cars. Fuck, I’m so-”

“Spencer stop. Please stop apologizing.”

It’s like an old Western showdown for a moment, the two of you staring at each other without making a move.

“Were you dreaming about me?”

He nodded, about to speak and likely offer more apologies. But, before he gets the chance you push your lips to meet his.

The kiss is soft and gentle. At first, his lips don’t move against yours, and you start to pull back, worried you read the situation wrong. Fortunately, before your lips could even part from his, he’s pulled you back in. His hands find the side of your face and his lips pressed into yours with a bruising intensity. Slowly, his hands moved to your waist, holding you in place.

The feeling rushing through you was unlike any you’d ever experienced. His lips molded to yours so perfectly it was almost unbelievable. If you’re hands weren’t so preoccupied by his hair, you’d pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. With a move you didn’t think he’d possibly pull, Spencer bit into your lip, making you gasp. He took the opportunity to press further into the kiss, tracing your tongue with his.

Before you could fall completely into the kiss you pulled away to ask, “Spence, are you sure this is what you want?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since the day we met, Y/n.”

With that, he pulled you back in. His hands moved more surely on you, dipping below your shirt. The feeling of his skin on yours sent shockwaves through your body. You moved to take off his shirt in turn, desperate to feel even more of him. He was relentless, breaking free from your lips to drag his mouth down your neck and over your exposed collar bone.

You felt needier than ever, and evidently so did he. In another move you didn’t expect (maybe you should throw your expectations out the window at this point) he grabbed your hips and pulled you into his lap. With you straddling him, he moved to take your shirt off. Insecurity grabbed hold of you before you could push it away.

You stilled his hands in yours, “I haven’t let anyone see me like this in a long time. Just, please don’t be disappointed by what you see.”

His face morphed into one so full of love that it made your teeth ache.

“You’re my dream, Y/n. You’ll never, ever disappoint me.”

You let go of his hands and they resumed their previous journey, pushing up your shirt and letting that part of you be bare to him. Admittedly, you had to fight the urge to cover yourself, but when you saw his face you knew it was pointless. He was ogling you, not offensively, but more like he couldn’t believe you were actually in front of him.

“You’re so, so beautiful.”

His words didn’t erase the thoughts you had, but they certainly made them easier to ignore. Moving up from your waist, he went to cup your breast, fingers playing with your nipple which made your back arch into him. He took the opportunity to flip you over so you were laying underneath him. The weight of his body over you was heavenly. You felt him press himself into your center through his sweatpants. There were just thin layers of clothes between you now.

“Will you let me taste you? I’ve been dying to.”

You’re stunned from words but you manage to nod your head. As he moved down your body, he took your shorts and panties with you, leaving you completely exposed. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel scared of the feeling or his reaction to you. With Spencer, you felt completely at home.

You felt him kiss down your things, teasing you in a way that made you feel completely crazy. His breath ghosted over your core, but he still hadn’t made contact with where you needed him most.

“Spencer, please.”

Hearing your voice must have broken his resolve. He dove in like a man starved. In the past, you hadn’t found yourself enjoying the presence on a man’s head between your legs. Not that you had much experience, but the men who had you in that way always seemed to treat it as a means to an end. One of the two boyfriends you’d had refused to go down on you at all, and the other wouldn’t unless you were completely shaved. Safe to say you didn’t feel like you were missing much.

Everything was different with Spencer. He licked into you there was no place he’d rather be. His tongue over traced over your cunt as he tried to find all the places that drove you wild, and god did he. The noises in the room were obscene, from the moans falling from your lips to the sound of his driving you to an orgasm.

You locked your hands in his hair, grinding into his face without even noticing that you were. You were so close, and you found the final push in his fingers. God, his beautiful fingers.

His mouth was on your clit as he pushed two digits into you, curling in before pulling out, over and over until your legs begin to shake. His unoccupied hand pressed on your lower stomach, building up the feeling until you burst.

You repeated a mantra of his name as you came harder than you can ever remember coming before. The sensation took you out for a minute, but when you came back down and looked down at Spencer, you saw him staring at you in awe and completely soaked.

“Fuck, Y/n. Have you, have you done that before? I think that was the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.”

You were confused for a moment, wondering why he’d think you hadn’t orgasmed before. That was before you felt the damp fabric of the bed beneath you.

“Oh! Oh god, uh, no I haven’t. I’m sorry I didn’t-“

“Don’t apologize for that, Y/n. Fuck, I’d spend the rest of my life between your legs if it meant I could see that again.”

The constat praise falling from him had you noticeably riled up, and you pulled him up, back on top of you.

“Spencer, please. I want you. I want you inside me.”

“Fuck, Y/n.”

He made incredibly quick work of his own pants, freeing himself. Your mouth dropped open as you took him in. He was big, the biggest you’d been with, and he was pretty. You would have drooled if it wasn’t for his lips pressing into yours. He ran his middle finger through your folds before grasping himself. He followed his own path and ran his member through your dripping cunt.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.”

The pet name made you even more desperate, “Please, Spence. Fuck, please.”

He put you out of your misery, sinking into you in one motion. You had to adjust to his size, but the feeling of him inside you, as close to you as possible had you reeling. You bucked your hips up, urging him to move.

He gave you exactly what you wanted, pushing into you at a perfect pace as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

You were overcome and all you could mutter was “thank you, thank you, thank you” in time with each of his thrusts. When he started to push into you harder, you couldn’t help but squeeze down on him.

His hips stalled, “You’re gonna make me come, Y/n. You’re so fucking tight”

You let your hands take down his back, “Please, Spence. Want you to, want to feel you come in me.”

His pace picked up, and you could feel how close he was. Still he wasn’t done. His fingers again found your clit and rubbed circles on it.

“Need to feel you come on me first baby. Need you to come.”

His words made your head spin. It only took a few more thrusts before you were coming again, just as intense as the first time. You pulsed around him and it pushed him over the edge. You felt him come inside you, filling you completely.

“I love you.”

You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, but you froze immediately after saying them, worried that you had ruined everything. But, just as he had done before, Spencer quelled your worries.

“I love you too. God, I love you.”

The next morning was bliss. You woke in Spencer’s arms, and let him into you again. The sex was slow and you each let the three words spill uninhibited.

When you went downstairs, ready to finish the case, you were met with the sheepish faces of your team.

Derek spoke first, “I’d say congratulations if you both weren’t so loud last night.”

While you were mortified, watching the rest of the team hold back their chuckles, you couldn’t help but agree that this was all a moment to celebrate.

End

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daengtokki · 5 months ago

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I'd like to request something that comes around this line from chapter 3 of Deity when seungmin said "but nobody touches you, or I’ll kill them.”. I think it'd be fun to see where seungmin gets jealous or protective of the reader since now that the twins are here 👶 Thank youu 🌟❤️

serial killer!Kim Seungmin x afab reader

wc: 2.6k

rating: fluff/protective, angry, aggressive seungmin/reader is harrassed by a creep

comments: this ended up longer than I was planning, but it needed the extra space! this takes place a little into part 10 (which is currently being edited and finished!), and the conclusion to this will come in part 10 as well.

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Bed rest for a few more days is what your doctor told you, and no less, so Seungmin said he would get in with you, or sit and wait while you showered. He refused to leave you in here alone. “Min?” You peek out, and he looks up from his phone. “Do you still wanna come in?”

“Yes, if you want me to…”

The off, not-quite-yourself feeling is still hanging on, and it’s making you self-conscious about your post-partum body…but you’re craving him. You have been for weeks, even though you can’t have him the way you want.

He tenses up as the water hits, and laughs when you grab his sides to pull him close. “How you feeling?”

“Better…tired. I miss them.”

“I do, too. We’ll see them again tomorrow, but you’re getting back into bed after this.”

Seungmin will make sure you follow the doctor’s orders—you’ll fight him, he’ll fight back, but you kiss his chest and try anyway. The tension leaves him as you make your way across his nipple, but your teeth make him jump. “I was hoping to go for a walk. It’s so nice out, and…”

“Isn’t that the opposite of bed rest?” He laughs and rubs shampoo between his hands until it lathers up

The gentle touch of his fingers moving through your hair makes you forget everything. You don’t have to do anything…no, you can just stay right here with him, and hands that know exactly what to do. “Aah yeah, a little contrary.”

“A little…contrary?” Seungmin mimics your accent when he says it back, but it doesn’t come out quite right.

“You pickin on me?”

“Mmh, salanghagi ttaemoone.”

He stares softly as you think, far more confident in your abilities than you are. “Salaaang…hagii…ttaee.” But you know this one. “I love you, too.”

“I know.”

“You love me so much you’ll take me to that brunch place in Jongno…”

There’s a hint of fake confusion in his voice, “brunch place?” And he cocks his head to the side as he thinks.

“Yes, you know the one. I want waffles. Bananas, chocolate chips, lots of butter, real maple syrup.”

Seungmin dips your head back into the stream of water, and watches the suds run down your body. He’ll try to convince you to order whatever it is you’re craving, but he can’t blame you for wanting to stretch your legs. The last few weeks have been spent in bed, and you didn’t even make it beyond the second trimester. He was hoping things would become easier and more comfortable eventually, but he assumes, hopes, that’s how you’re feeling now. “I’ll think about it after we get dressed.”

“Hyeondae Wonseo Park is only half a mile away, that’s perfect. And we can walk around the park a little, right?”

The soap he's rubbing between his palms get all of his attention, but you know he heard you, and you know he’s thinking about it. A few moments later, he shakes the damp hair from his forehead and sighs.

“Minnie, jebaaal. I need some sun, and fresh air.”

“After we get food, we’ll see how you feel on the way back. We can walk around the park if you’re not too tired.”

***

“Is it good?”

“It is.” He pokes his last piece of waffle, and then a strawberry, and pops it in his mouth. “I hope yours was as good as you imagined. Did it hit the spot?”

“Yeah, thank you for bringing me.”

“That coffee is gonna keep you up.”

You shake your head and finish off your cup. “No. Nap is guaranteed.”

Seungmin smiles and narrows his eyes. “So you are tired. Why don’t you wait here, have another coffee, and I’ll go get the car.”

“Not so tired…more sore. My back hurts.” You don’t mind admitting defeat to him. The back pain has been mostly constant since labor started, so climbing into bed with a heating pad can’t come soon enough. “But I still enjoyed our walk.”

“I did, too.” He kisses your head on the way out, and you watch him until he disappears around the corner.

It’s strange being alone, even though you know he’s not far, and even though you just spent the better part of three days without him. Luckily the cafe is quiet, and the server comes back quickly when he notices you looking at him. “Uhm...latte…han jan deo…juseyo?” He nods and smiles sweetly despite your awful pronunciation.

…but sitting in a cafe in the city, a pathetic amount of Korean in your head—you’re pushed back in time—October, November without him. And then he was there, and after your dizzying back and forth, it was like he was always supposed to be with you. You sip your new coffee carefully and try your best to look like you belong, but when you finally take another look around the cafe, you notice a pair of eyes on you. He’s been here the whole time, by the looks of his table, but you didn’t notice him until just this moment.

Then he clears his throat, and your heart starts to race. This happened on occasion when you would attempt to venture out on your own, and it was never too much for you to handle, but you’re not feeling yourself right now, and you’re tired and in pain. Maybe leaving home was a bad idea.

He clicks his tongue and turns his body. “How dare he get up and leave you here.”

He speaks so quickly, you don’t think you catch a single word. All you can manage is a shake of your head before trying to hide behind another sip.

“And with the bill. He left you with the bill?”

It won’t take him long to cover that half mile. You pull your phone from your pocket and wait for a text telling you he’s on his way, but that won’t come for another few minutes, at least.

“No Korean? I should have guessed by that face…”

Very cautiously, you look up at him. He’s standing now, tall and broad. He looks at least a decade older than you. Maybe more.

“I said…how dare he just leave you here. And with the bill.” He repeats in English.

“He didn’t.” Speaking to him might be a mistake, but it slips out as soon as he accuses Seungmin of being inconsiderate. “He—''

“Oh he’s coming back yes? Do you really think so?”

The man pulls at the chair across from you, lifts it away from Seungmin’s empty plate, and the feet hit the floor with a crash. He sits in the chair with the same unnecessary force, a strange attempt at authority, you think, and the way he spreads his legs and rests his palms on his knees reminds you of your father…and you find yourself staring hard at him—at his hands and his shoulders. Anywhere but his face. You rip your eyes away and look at your empty phone screen again.

He leans forward a little and whispers, “I don't believe you.”

The slow, careful way he speaks that time is easier to understand. “You don’t have to.”

“She does understand!” He claps his hand together and the sound makes you jump. “But maybe you speak very little. I can take care of this for you, of course…if you need. And if you need anything else.”

“I don’t need…anything.”

“A young girl shouldn’t be wondering around the city all alone. I take care of this bill, and you and I go somewhere else.”

“No thank you.” The rings on your finger won’t deter this man, either, but you wrap your hands around your coffee cup again anyway. His smirk grows when he seems to notice it.

“Nampyeon?”

The word sounds gross coming from his mouth, but Seungmin being referred to as yours, your nampyeon, still makes your mouth twitch into a smile. He doesn’t seem to notice, though. You check your phone again, and now, five minutes later, he may just be getting back to the car. "Yes, my husband." You want to send something, but you also don’t want to make him rush back worrying, or worse, give him extra time to get angry.

“I don’t believe you.”

But maybe you’d prefer if Seungmin came back pissed off. You glance down and type quickly…”hurry back” and watch for the read notification.

You okay? I just got to the car

The man leans forward again and swipes your phone, and you stare in disbelief at his boldness. He actually takes your phone from you, and you look around to see that your server is still nowhere to be found. Anyone who has walked in recently certainly isn’t paying attention. “What do you think you’ll achieve by acting this way?”

“Seongchwihada?” He says, apparently dumbfounded by the question, but his attention is on your phone as he scrolls up the messages the two of you have shared. And then he begins to type something. “Don’t worry, I told him…Minnie…that you’re well.”

The phone drops on the table and you check the messages as soon as you can grab it. Seungmin’s reply is still the last text on there, and you quickly type before he can distract you or grab it again. “I’ll come out and…” You stop and backspace. The bill still needs paid, and Seungmin has the money. There’s no choice but to wait here. “yes and no, there’s a guy in here that won’t leave me alone.”

The read receipt popping up makes you nervous—for him, because you don’t want him to overreact. You remember the incident in the pastry shop in Daegu, and how your fainting might have been the only reason he didn’t act on his anger and possibly get himself in serious trouble. And you’re a little nervous for the idiot in front of you.

Read, but no reply. You can’t stay here. You can’t let him walk in angry. Why did you text him that? Seungmin might do something stupid if he isn’t actively going over this in his head as he drives. You stand and head for the door anyway, but the man moves as well. The sound of the chair scraping, and then two, three steps toward you sends a shiver up your back. He has to be close. He’ll appear around that corner any minute, but the seconds are dragging and you’re starting to feel your breakfast coming back up.

A cold, sweaty hand lands on your forearm. “Naleul manjiji maseyo!”

“Angry! Sounds good on you.”

But you pull away, and Seungmin is there when you turn. Red in the face, jaw clenched tight. You can see the veins popping in his neck as he brushes by you, but he makes sure to find your hand and squeeze.

“I’m okay, Min. It’s fine.”

“Gwenchanaaa.” The man mocks you and grins at Seungmin. “This is it? This piece of string is your husband?”

The tension in his body disappears, and his hand runs reassuringly up your forearm. Still, he stares hard at the man who is still standing far too close.

Everything starts to happen very quickly.

His hand slides away from you and onto the man, clutching the collar of his shirt. He’s pulled down, and the look on his face screams disbelief, but it’s cut short by Seungmin’s forehead meeting his nose. The sound it makes, the loud snap of bone and cartilage, makes everyone look your way. He hits the floor and blood pours through his fingers as he desperately tries to stop it and back away. Nobody moves, but you hear the low, worried conversation coming from the other end of the cafe.

“Minnie…maybe we should go.”

“We will, love, just a minute.”

The server looks at his phone. What if he calls the police? Or worse, records everything. Seungmin is too smart to get caught doing something like this, so why is he on him again, straddling him, hand clenched and pulled back? Regardless of your worry, you watch and admire every part of his body as he moves—the arch of his back, the span of his shoulders as he straightens, his fist swinging. He makes contact with the man’s mouth, and the release you feel makes your legs shake. He does it again, and again, and again, then switches to his left hand and evens him out.

That seems to be enough for him, at least for now. He stretches his busted knuckles and stumbles over to you. “Let’s go…oh,” he dips down and comes back up with a worn black wallet—not his, but he pulls out the cash inside and sets it on your table. “Je sagwaleul badajuseyo.” More money is pulled from the wallet, a 50,000 won bill, and placed on the table. A tip, you assume, for making a mess. “It’s starting to rain, let’s get home before it gets worse.”

***

Tending to his bloody hands is more work than you expect, because now is when Seungmin decides to whine. He winces and sucks his teeth as you dab at the broken skin, but you can’t blame him—the man’s nose crumbled easily, but nothing else did. Everything is beginning to bruise already, and you suspect he’ll feel it up to his shoulders by tomorrow morning, and you also suspect he’s very pleased with himself. When he’s not scrunching up his nose in pain, he looks at you like a puppy waiting for his treat. You’re not sure what he wants, but you gently kiss each hand before icing them. “Keep still for a few minutes.”

He looks up at you as you stand, eyes still big and wet. “Thank you.”

“I’m looking forward to the end result.” You lean back down and give him the kiss he’s looking for. First on his forehead. There's a bright red mark where he successfully broke the man's nose. And then on his lips.

“Hm?"

“He put his hands on me.”

“He did, unfortunatly for him.” Seungmin nods to the black wallet sitting open next to his keys. “I have his address, his business card. Just need to case.”

That gets him another kiss. Obviously he’s not going to strangle someone in a cafe in broad daylight, even though the thought gets a twinge of pleasure out of you. The assault was risky enough.

“Careful,” Seungmin whispers against your lips when your hands slide down his chest, slowly moving closer to the waistband of his jeans.

“No.”

“Fuck,” he whines. “My hands don’t work.” The shift of his legs makes his growing erection much more obvious.

“I might be sleepy, but mine still work.”

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crimsonvictory · 1 year ago

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The Bet

MINORS DNI

Word Count: 8.2k

Tags: Simon Riley x Reader, Ghost x Reader

Warnings: mature, p-in-v sex, sexual tension, overstimulation

It had all started with a bet. A stupid bet fueled by the desire to slice the Achilles' of one another. The rules were simple. First to make contact loses the bet. Easy enough, right?

The first few days were no problem for you. Thinking of him was the least of your worries – at least, until you were alone with your own thoughts. The constant spiral of want pooling your thoughts and your panties. There were no rules on touching yourself, though. You spend the next twenty minutes getting your body to its well-known peak, almost over the precipice when there’s a heavy succession of pounding on your barracks door. Throwing your head back in exasperation, you adjust your sweatpants back around your hips before getting up and opening the door, glaring up at the very tall shadow blocking the hallway light.

“You forget ‘bout sparring?” he asks, tone apparently bored due to having to come and get you.

He’s sans mask and grease paint, a softer balaclava covering his features. His eyes bore into your own, gaze unwavering.

“Shit, give me just a minute-” you start, but he’s already disappeared out of sight.

Grabbing your gym bag, you throw it up over your shoulder with a huff. Stumbling into your gym shoes, you pad down the long hallway, adjusting your falling sock on the way. The gyms across the courtyard, so you push the rollbar on the door to start that way, relieved that the cool night air hits your flushed skin. The strap on your bag is digging into your shoulder on the way over. You adjust it a few times before you arrive. It’s later in the evening, not many in the vicinity. That’s how you like it. Either early in the morning or late at night – depending on your schedule.

He’s already warming up in the ring, large hands wrapped in tape. You can’t help but watch the dip of the muscles along his back as he brings his chest close to the mat before pushing back up again. Dropping your bag on the bench next to his own, you pull your tape out and begin to wrap your wrists snugly. Doing an experimental roll on your right wrist, you test the flexibility of the tape, deeming it acceptable. Mimicking your left hand, you rewrap a few times until you feel it’s comfortable enough.

Work related touching did not count for the bet. You both had to practice your sparring techniques, considering the two of you were anticipating an upcoming mission that was only two weeks out and Ghost did not deem you worthy of holding your own. You were damn determined to show him. Gaz had been helping you when both of you had free time. You had subtly improved in the past couple weeks, able to get Gaz pinned under your grip the last few tries of the night.

There was no way in hell you would pin Ghost. He was way too fucking big for that. So, you had to use other techniques to bring him to his knees. Not that you would mind seeing him that way.

“C’mon then, don’t have all night,” he barks out, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You step through the ropes, crouching so as not to disturb them. Straightening up, you step back to your corner of the mat. Despite sparring together numerous times over the past few weeks, you’re still intimidated by him. Ghost brings a whole different level to sparring. Broad shoulders rolling back and setting up in their comfortable fighting stance. You mimic, planting your feet squarely on the mat.

“Show me what you’ve got bunny,” he says, balaclava contorting against his skin.

Bastard’s smiling.

You take a deep breath, calming your racing heart as you determine what would be the best starting point for breaking him down. Faking left, you quickly spin right, bringing your foot up and swinging out to contact his upper thigh. His large hand wraps around your foot, easily stopping it from making contact and knocking you off your balance. You land on your back with a thud, air hissing out of your lungs, making it hard to breathe.

Taking a few seconds to regain yourself, you move just in time to miss Ghost’s open palm contacting your face. You position yourself quickly, squaring your feet and planting them solidly. While he’s recovering from his swing, you take this time to go for the back of his knee. Contacting a swift kick, you get him down. He stumbles forwards, attempting to right himself when you land another jab in-between his ribs with an open hand, thumb tucked under your four fingers.

He huffs in annoyance, swatting blindly to try and grab you. You lash out and grab his arm, twisting up and back behind his head. You’re not able to hold for long due to the mere size and strength he musters. He taps the mat three times, signaling you won that round. You grin with pride.

“Not bad,” he winces, rubbing his ribs right where you jabbed your pointer and middle fingers through.

You roll your shoulders, adjusting before squatting back down in your fighting stance.

“Not gonna go easy on ya’,” he clarifies, lurching forwards before his sentence is even finished.

It nearly catches you off guard, but you can move faster than him. Spinning on your left foot, you are out of his reach and now must recover before he lunges again. He lands a kick to your shin, causing you to crouch in pain. Through gritted teeth, you quickly somersault to avoid another swift kick. He grabs you by the ankle, dragging you close to him. You wriggle in his grip, rolling once again to try and loosen his fingers. It’s no use, his grip is like a vice. You lean up, trying to pry his fingers off you. You take a halfhearted swipe at his arm, throwing your head back in frustration when it’s apparent he is not letting go. He takes your other leg in his left hand, twisting it up and off the mat.

Gritting your teeth, you angrily tap the mat three times. He releases in an instant, your legs slamming to the mat with a thud. He gives you a moment, allowing you to pull your leg to your body and rub your ankle. There’s no doubt you will have bruises tomorrow. You huff in frustration, a light sheen of sweat on your skin now. Brushing your hair out of your eyes, you ready up again.

It's your turn to start once again. You slide on your left knee, swiping at Ghost’s feet. Your shoes encounter his shins, but it barely affects him. He just side steps and readies his stance again. Trying not to get aggravated and let your emotions swallow your focus, you slide again, swiping at his shins and then kicking up into his hip. You’ve got to get him down. Remembering your training with Gaz, your main goal was to distract. Especially with a bigger target. You throw your arms up, deflecting a jab straight to your ribs. Throwing them back down, you knock his arm out of the way. Ghost’s tattooed arm. Ink splattering up and hiding under the cuff of his tee. You shake your head, honing your thoughts on winning this sparring match. You couldn’t be the one getting distracted. Biting your lip, you throw an open palm forward, you make steady contact with his sternum. It takes you by surprise. You look up at him in shock. He stumbles a bit – you take the opportunity.

You strike again, and when he stumbles yet again, you swipe your foot under his feet, knocking him to the ground. What you weren’t expecting was Ghost to pull you down on top of him. You land on his chest with a thud. Both of you are breathing heavily. You feel sweat dripping down your back.

“Not bad, bunny,” he huffs, hint of a laugh in his voice.

You muster a halfhearted grin, trying your best not to acknowledge the position the two of you are in right now. Does he even know what he does to you? Ghost shifts under you, placing his foot firmly on the ground. This action lifts his hips upwards, bumping them against your own. You bite back the desperate noise clawing up the back of your throat.

“Somethin’ the matter?” he asks languidly, not a care in the world, what a prick.

Your panties say otherwise.

“No-“you bite out quickly, shoving your palms against his chest and pushing yourself into a sitting position.

His gaze lazily follows your form, his eyes take a moment, almost as if they were swimming in honey. Pupils blown wide, nearly black with Desire? Want? You didn’t want to finish the thought, an uncertainty pooling in your belly.

Taking a deep breath, you go to stand up, but his hand reaches out lightning fast, gripping onto the fat of your hip.

“Where ya, goin?” he asks, a predatory smile in his voice.

You can’t look away, almost entranced by his gaze. He’s fucking terrifying. Your breath hitches in your throat, almost choking you. Ghost was always an uncertainty; you never knew what cards he had within his deck. Unpredictability is what made him a valuable part of the team.

He squeezes your hip once, a warning. Watching for your reaction. Touching was off the rules, but this was still a part of the sparring session, right? You feel a blush bloom wildly across your cheeks and down your chest, the heat from your desire pooling straight to your core. A soft shudder emerges from the moment. His thumb brushes back and forth over the skin peaking from under your training shirt. A sliver of vulnerability that has you desperately grabbing at what little restraint that you had left.

A wild card was always hidden and used within the most vulnerable moment. And that’s what he was doing. You recognized it almost immediately. He was falling apart faster than you were and tried using it to his advantage. You internally curse yourself for almost falling under his spell. Losing this bet was off the fucking table. Gritting your teeth, you loosen his grip from your hip and stand up.

“Not losing this bet is what I’m doing,” you huff, adjusting your hair back into the loose ponytail that had fallen down on your shoulder.

He laughs then, a sound almost punched out of his chest. An odd, but melodic thing.

“Damn,” he curses. “Almost had ya.”

“I’m not that easy to break,” you huff, top lip curling up in frustration.

“We’ll see about that, bunny,” he warns.

The next few days passed with no incident. In fact, Ghost was nowhere to be found. Guess he lived up to his callsign after all. You kept yourself busy – to the best of your ability. Studying up on the upcoming mission took up most of your time. Especially when you needed a distraction from the physical want that was etching itself in your body. You were being ridiculous, you knew that. Plenty of years had passed before you had even met Ghost, but there was something about him that you could not stay away.

He was alluring in the way he presented himself. Using his body language to convey his point. He made you pay attention to him. Small, minute movements that almost had you second guessing if you had even seen them. A roll of the eyes, ticking of the jaw under his balaclava, the clenching and unclenching of his fists to hide his struggle with restraint. You became a master at reading him.

He wasn’t one to let others close, but you had somehow managed to squeeze through. You didn’t take his bullshit, always confronting him and holding your ground. To be honest, you believed you intimidated him. A power play that always worked to your advantage. The two of you butted heads often, a sign of similar thinking. He was a solid partner to have in the field, but it was hard to think straight when said partner caused you to have unsolicited thoughts when you were at work.

The temptation of what could be was the main culprit. You took pride in yourself, not making your way to bed with just anyone. They had to earn you. And you were damned sure to make Ghost beg for you. It would work. You could already see him unraveling at the seams. It wouldn’t be long now. But you were a little uncertain on how you would hold up.

He had a way of unwantingly getting under your skin. Ghost knew how to push your buttons and for some ungodly reason, you liked it. Did he know how much you daydreamed of him? How his mouth felt…his hands…his…

Another intrusive thought breaking knock had your head whipping upwards a little too quickly. A sharp crack popping the top of your neck.

“Ow, fuck,” you wince, reaching up and rubbing the sore spot.

Again, you make your way to the door, slowly opening it. To your surprise, it’s not Ghost. It’s Gaz.

“You forget about sparring?” he asks, almost a complete mirror of your conversation with Ghost a couple of days ago.

You shake your head quickly, the crick still there from moments earlier. Grabbing your shoes and gym bag, you follow Gaz down the hall. Unlike Ghost, he waits for you as you readjust the weight on your shoulder.

“I’ve got a couple of new maneuvers we can try this evening. I don’t think Ghost will see them coming,” he grins, white of his teeth flashing at you.

“Oh really?” you ask, eyebrows shooting upwards in surprise.

He nods, excitedly talking with his hands, demonstrating the move as you make your way to the gym. It’s late in the evening, just how you like it. Gaz pulls his sweatshirt off from over his head, revealing a tight fitted task force issued shirt. You set your bag down, starting to tape up your hands as he flicks the rest of the lights on.

What you weren’t expecting was the behemoth of a shadow to appear under the last flickering light.

“Fuck!” you shout in surprise, dropping your roll of tape onto the floor. It lies forgotten.

“L.T., respectfully what the fuck?” Gaz questions, also a little unsettled that he was just standing in the dark.

He says nothing for a moment, silence stretching thin with discomfort. You shoot a glance over at Gaz and he shrugs his shoulders in confusion.

“I’ll be takin’ over this sparring session,” he finally comments, breaking the thick silence.

You immediately protest, harsh words flying from your lips before you can stop them.

“Like hell you are! Gaz and I are doing just fine without you. You’re just pissed you couldn’t pin me Tuesday morning,” you huff, the feeling of frustration pulling your eyebrows together.

Ghost crosses his arms. The fabric of his t-shirt is stretched thin over the bulge of his muscles. He nonchalantly rolls his head to the side, a non-verbal “try me”. You nearly scream in frustration. All the pent-up energy from your little bet is starting to eat at you. Whether you want to admit it or not. You couldn’t stand the constant yo-yoing of Ghost being gone and then suffocatingly all up in your space. He treated you like a child, unable to handle things on your own. You’ve proven yourself to be a valuable team member to everyone except him.

“I’m sparring with Gaz,” you repeat, standing your ground.

You stand defiant, chin raising upwards towards the ceiling. You weren’t backing down. He didn’t scare you. Ghost drops his arms in mock defeat, sauntering quietly closer to you. Your eyes flit to the ticking of his jaw. He’s frustrated with you. Good. Serves him right. His height takes him no time to fill up the space you were defending. Nearly blocking out the sight of Gaz with his broad shoulders. You grit your teeth, finally making eye contact with him.

His pupils are blown, nearly taking up his entire iris. It makes your tummy flutter with want. You internally curse yourself, trying your best to stand your ground. Your resolve is failing.

“Easy,” he warns, thick accent turning your insides to molten honey.

Your breath catches, mind racing to respond to him in a way that won’t make you look like a lovestruck idiot. But then, an almost sinister thought pops into your head. One that could work either way – to your advantage or to your disadvantage. You decide to try it. Looking up at him from underneath your eyelashes, you flutter them almost lovingly in his direction.

“Pretty please L.T.?” you almost beg, dropping your voice into a sultry tone.

He shifts almost immediately, your words having an extreme effect on his resolve. You can see it in the way his fists clench tightly against his sides. He’s physically restraining himself to not touch you. It makes you blush furiously, heat spreading rapidly across your cheeks.

“Get on then,” he barks out, turning quickly on his heel and leaving the gym with a slam of the metal door.

You turn back to Gaz, eyes wide in surprise. You really didn’t think that your idea would work.

“What-?” Gaz starts to ask, but you dismiss his question with a halfhearted wave of your hand.

Your sparring session goes quite well. Gaz is a great partner to work with. His new routine makes you finesse your limbs in a way that you had never tried before. The new techniques take some time to get the fluidity down, but by the end of your session, you’re dripping with sweat, exhaustion seeping into your overexerted muscles. You feel accomplished enough, ready to take a shower and call it a day. Gaz walks you back to your room. Congratulating you on your accomplishments and how easily you picked up his well-thought out maneuvers. The two of you make plans to go out this weekend before your mission the following week.

Your limbs are trembling with exhaustion as you step into the shower. The hot water hitting your muscles makes you moan in relief. Suds from your favorite body wash make the room smell pleasant and you move slowly to relish the delicious feeling from the water. You’re hesitant to step out, the cold air biting at your overheated skin. It’s late, you note as you brush your teeth and apply the steps of your skincare routine. Overworn pajamas caress your soft skin, and your damp hair frames your face as you make your last rounds to make sure everything is set up for the next day. This way, you can sleep in a little later. You’re not much of a morning person.

You don’t remember falling asleep. Eyes blearily blinking open to the annoying drone of your alarm. You smack it haphazardly, snoozing for another couple of minutes. It’s Saturday. A slower day that you can appreciate. Today is mostly a paperwork day. Last couple of hours before your mission on Monday. Nerves set your body alight, twisting your stomach and making a lump appear in your throat. You do your best to keep yourself calm. An unpredictable environment is part of the job. You just have a hard time pre-adjusting to the fact. Once you’re in the field, you adapt rather quickly. However, this stupid bet with Ghost needs to either come to an end or be forgotten for the time being until the mission is over. You cannot afford to be distracted while out in the field.

Your day goes by rather quickly. You spend most of the morning running and deciphering reports before dropping them off to Price later in the afternoon. On your way, you run into Gaz, who regrets informing you that your plans must be postponed, as he has training hours to make up for an upcoming performance review. It sours your mood a little, pulling a frown onto your features for a little while. You were looking forward to a distraction for the evening.

Price is in his office talking with Ghost. You could tell his silhouette from any shadow within the facility. Not wanting to interrupt, you sneak up to the dropbox, laying your papers in the spot as quietly as possible. You can’t help but overhear their conversation, cursed by a lingering curiosity.

“Don’t think she’s a good fit for this mission,” Ghost grumbles.

His arms are crossed in annoyance, picking at the sleeve of his sweater almost nervously. But you know him. He’s not nervous. It’s out of boredom.

“Sparrin’s not her strong suit. Barely got me down last week. She’s fuckin’ strugglin’,” he continues.

Your body heats with anger, shame flushing hot down the back of your neck. You swallow your pride, nearly choking on it as you turn hotly on your heel and make your way back to your office. Packing up your things in a rush, you knock your laptop to the floor. It clatters loudly against the tile.

“Fuck,” you grumble, reaching down to pick it up and place it in your tote bag.

Heavy sounding footsteps echo down the hallway. You know by the pacing of the gate that it’s Ghost. It only makes you angrier. You were trying to get out of here in a hurry before he saw how his words affected you. Panic surges in your limbs, making your fingers quiver. You try your best to swallow the lump that is forming in your throat at the thought of having to talk to him. He walks right past your office, not even looking at you.

You could have screamed. With a huff, you slam your door shut and fumble with the key a few times before getting it successfully in the lock. Your room isn’t far from the office building, so you quickly cross the yard and walk down the hallway. The sounds of your footsteps echo and bounce, sounding out your anger. Unlocking the door, you throw your bag down on the end of your bunk, yanking your shoes off and throwing them down as well. You sit on the edge of the bed, smoothing your hair down in a self-soothing motion.

The anger still swirling in your chest, you feel tears prick at the corner of your eyes, threatening to spill over. This was fucking ridiculous. You were acting like a spoiled child. Price had not said anything to you about the mission, nor anything about plans changing at the last minute. So, you don’t understand why you were getting so upset. Probably over the fact that you thought of Ghost highly, especially because of his status, but because of your personal feelings as well. Those, you needed to get ahold of before things turned sour.

You couldn’t believe that he would go behind your back and say what he did to Price. The bet was getting the best of him and with your little stunt you pulled, you had no doubt that was what sparked him to even bring it to Price’s attention. You were a goal-driven individual, someone who took pride in their work and accomplishments. Someone talking behind your back on your performance is not something you would take lightly.

So, you decided to do something about it. Walking over to your small fridge, you pulled out a bottle of liquid confidence (raspberry vodka) and took a big swig before slamming the door shut. You feel the warmth of the alcohol settle quickly in your tummy. Feeling this gave you the determination you needed to make your way down the hall, across the yard, and up the stairs to Ghost’s room. Never have you ever been to the Lieutenant’s corridors. You had no reason to be here, except for now. Taking a deep breath, you set your shoulders back and knock loudly on his door.

The rattle of your knuckles against the metal echoes loudly in the hallway. Not a soul was there. You were starting to doubt yourself. What you didn’t think of was the fact that he might not even be here. This was stupid. A stupid, rookie mistake that you didn’t even begin to think through because you were upset. A sinking feeling pools in your stomach.

Then, the door opens. Revealing a slightly disheveled Ghost. You notice he’s still in work attire, tactical pants, steel toe boots, tight black shirt stretching deliciously across his broad chest. No grease paint, softer balaclava as opposed to the hard skull mask.

You swallow, unable to look him in the eyes. You focus over his shoulder instead.

“What?” he asks rather rudely, accent clipped, not in the mood for whatever you have brought him.

Your upper lip pulls upwards in annoyance, the fire igniting in your belly once again.

“Can we talk?” you ask.

“Already are,” he deadpans.

You huff at that, rolling your eyes.

“Fucking forget it,” you say, turning on your heel and stepping to leave.

Large fingers encircle your wrist, tugging you backwards. You stumble, attempting to stable your footing as he releases you just as quickly as he grabbed you. There are still rules to follow. He’s leaning up against the doorframe, looking as bored as ever as he crosses his arms over his chest. His gaze is unwavering, dark eyes watching you in a way that makes you borderline uncomfortable. Your heart is pounding steadily, you can hear the whoosh, whoosh, whoosh in your ears.

“What’s the problem?” he asks nonchalantly.

It takes all the courage you can muster, but you finally reply.

“You,” your voice shakes, a wobbly sounding thing.

It reminds you of when you were a younger girl, no confidence backing your statements. It makes you want to curl up into a ball. You feel tears well up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. You’re humiliated, sniffling as your lip trembles with emotion. He’s gotten the best of you. You’re so frustrated, pent-up desires digging hard into your insides, making it almost unbearable to be around him. It’s hard to see him through the glassy tears in your eyes, but you notice his eyebrows shoot upwards towards his hairline.

You’re making him uncomfortable. You can tell his demeanor changes. A furious flush of embarrassment spreads wildly across your face. Quickly twisting your head to the side, you use your hair to cover your face. A gentle touch on your wrist startles you. His grip is gentle, almost concerning. You can’t bear to look at him, shame turning your stomach sour.

“Hey,” his voice is quiet, much quieter than you’ve ever heard it before.

Almost as if it was reserved for someone special. You’re not special to him. At least, not in your own mind. He was your Lieutenant, and you, his inferior. This little game you decided to delve into wasn’t the best idea. It seemed fun at first, almost like a challenge, but now, you wanted to kick it under the dark recesses of the rug and never look at it again. You knew you didn’t have a chance with him, which is why you played the game. It didn’t have the chance to come to fruition. Unless?

You take a chance and look up at him. His gaze has softened, usually dark eyes almost the color of honey.

“Such a dense, little thing,” he tuts, hint of a smile in his voice.

You frown at that, confusion apparent on your face. He steps closer to you, invading your personal bubble. Popping it with the irony of an invisible needle. Leaning down, his covered lips almost touch the shell of your ear when he speaks.

“You don’t realize what you do to me.”

A full shudder makes its way down your body, goosebumps prickling along your skin. You’re speechless, His confession clung to your thoughts like a persistent melody, haunting and insistent. It couldn’t be true, there was no way. You try finding the words, mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Ghost is still lingering by your ear, soft puffs of air tickling your skin.

“You don’t mean that,” you whisper.

“I do,” he answers almost instantly.

You close your eyes, lip getting caught on your teeth. You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders before taking a glance up at him. He’s back to his towering height, must’ve moved when your eyes were closed. Swirls of desire are present in his eyes. Gaze unwavering as he stands before you.

“Do I need to prove it to ya?” he questions, stepping forwards before stopping himself and staying rooted in his spot.

The bet. The stupid, stupid bet. He’s fighting the restraint, barely holding his resolve. Ghost’s nearly trembling before you. You hold the power in this situation. He’s offering you the reigns. You decide to take a leap of faith and go for it.

A small smile appears on your face as you nod slowly. You watch as his eyes grow dark, almost predatory. Frozen in your spot, your heart starts to race. A chill of adrenaline runs down your spine, causing a shiver. Your eyes are locked on his unwavering gaze. Trying to analyze his every thought, every move that he might make.

He steps forward then, taking up your space. It’s almost suffocating. You remind yourself to take a deep breath through your nose. His large fingers spread themselves over the fat of your hip, pulling you flush to his broad chest.

Bet broken.

You don’t know where to place your hands so you lay them across his chest, absentmindedly stroking the fabric of his black shirt. His fingers mimic your own, brushing the fabric of your shirt up to make contact with your skin. He’s burning hot with desire, his warmth leaching into your exposed skin.

You look up at him, the blush furiously warming the skin on your face. He’s a lot more intimidating up close. Your eyes scan his face, noticing the soft spattering of freckles threatening to peak up over his balaclava. Freckles! His gaze has softened, eyes flitting around your face, taking you all in.

You watch as his dark eyes flicker down to your lips and back up again.

“You wanna kiss me, L.T.?” you whisper.

He makes a soft noise at that. It crawls up his throat and makes its way out before he can stop it. You watch in awe as he quickly flips the black balaclava up and over his nose, folding it haphazardly across the bridge. There’s a small scar splitting his upper lip. He’s smiling, a crooked thing. Makes him human. Your stomach flutters with want.

His large fingers caress your jaw, sweeping a fallen strand of hair behind your ear. Ghost’s thumb brushes your lower lip, pulling it down slightly before letting it bounce back to its normal position. He makes another soft sound, one that makes your heart lurch. He leans down then, tilting your chin up to meet his lips.

They’re surprisingly soft. You brush your lips together, testing the water. He tastes of chamomile and a hint of a long-forgotten cigarette. Your eyes flutter closed, and you relax, letting him take the lead. You follow blindly, stumbling alongside in the dark, letting touch take the forefront. Relaxing your lips, you let them fall open, allowing his tongue to slither its way into your mouth. Your hands are still on his chest, clutching the dark shirt between your fingers.

His tongue dances with yours, an unfamiliar tango, but it works, nonetheless. You’re clumsy, a bit out of practice. He doesn’t seem to mind. It’s only when he pulls away that you realize that you’re both still out in the hallway. A soft sound of disappointment falls from your lips. Your turn. Ghost steps backwards, beckoning you into his room with crook of his fingers. You follow faithfully, keeping as close to him as you can. Once the door is shut, he’s on you in an instant. Pressing you up against the cool metal frame of the door.

It feels good on your heated skin. You reach up on your tippy toes, looping your arms haphazardly around his neck. Ghost buries his face in yours, using his nose to tilt your chin up for better access. His lips brush against the thin skin of your pulse point before a sharp pinch causes a yelp to fall from your lips. Just as quickly as it was there, it’s gone, soothed by the swipe of a masterful tongue. Your breathing quickens, a familiar wetness pooling in your panties. You cross your legs, trying to relieve it with friction.

He’s tugging at your shirt now, almost frantically. You help by untangling your arms from around his neck and lifting them over your head. Once your shirt is gone, you feel a bit vulnerable. You swallow, eyes down casting to the floor. You take a moment to look at your surroundings. It’s dim, the room lit by one small lamp. Military neat as well. No personal items on display. You don’t know Ghost at all. In the room with a stranger.

His deep voice brings you out of your thoughts, refocusing your attention in front of you. Your shirt is still in his hands, arms resting at his sides.

“You alright?” he asks, trained eyes watching your every move.

You nod a little too quickly. He notices immediately. Your shirt is dropped to the floor, forgotten as he slowly steps backwards, sitting down on the edge of his bed. His legs spread, inviting you to fit perfectly inside.

Stumbling forwards, you slowly step forwards until you’re in between his legs, locked in, no turning back now. He lured you in yet again and you didn’t even hesitate. His dark eyes watch your every move, slowly scanning up and down your body. They stop at the bruise blossoming along your hip.

His eyebrows scrunch in curiosity, large hand darting out to investigate. You momentarily flinch at first contact, but he is as gentle as can be.

“Where’d this come from?” he murmurs, eyes focused on the spot, almost as if he could erase it with sight alone.

“Oh,” you awkwardly cough, adverting his gaze yet again. “Just from sparring...” you mumble.

“I did this?” he asks incredulously.

You can’t look him in the eye, gaze focused on the plain wall in front of you.

“’M sorry...” he murmurs again, and to your surprise, you feel soft lips brush against your exposed skin.

You shiver at the sudden contact, hands gently resting on his covered head. His touch is so gentle, as soft as the brush of a butterfly wing. Your eyes flutter closed again, relaxing your body against his own. He takes his time, lips exploring the exposed skin of your torso. You’re not used to him being so gentle with you, almost afraid that he might break you.

You want him to.

The heat radiating off his body lures you closer, a moth to the flame, desperate for warmth. You slide your hands down to his broad shoulders, squeezing them gently. The muscle is rigid under your touch. You feel a slight tremble, nervousness or restraint?

“You’re not going to hurt me, L.T.,” you sigh.

He huffs at that, the air from his lungs curling around your hip.

“Already did, and y’ didn’t tell me,” he grumbles.

It’s your turn to huff. You glance down at him, searching for his eyes. They’re closed, letting his hands commit you to memory.

“L.T. Look at me.”

His pretty eyes are on yours in an instant. The velvety circles of brown take your breath away. His gaze is intent, laser focused on your mouth. Something about the way that he follows orders immediately flips a switch inside of you.

“You’re a good listener,” you murmur, almost to yourself.

Nothing slides past Ghost though.

“I can be,” he utters.

You look at him then, really look at him. A smile threatens to pull the corner of your lip up.

“Would you listen to me?” you question.

His brows furrow again, not in confusion, but in consideration. His eyes dart around your frame for a minute before landing back on your face.

“I don’ see why not, where do you want me?”

Your stomach tugs at that.

“On your knees.”

A choked sound leaves his lips and he’s down before you in a flash, knees spread and hands resting comfortably on the tops of his large thighs. Oh, he’s pretty. Ghost waits patiently, almost in anticipation of your next command. Your thoughts are racing, a jumbled mess of what if’s and then if’s. You weren’t expecting the night to turn this way, but you wouldn’t change it for anything. The pool of wetness in your panties was growing noticeably larger, threatening to spill down your leg.

“Do you like being on your knees?” you genuinely question.

“Not opposed to it,” he answers coolly.

Almost as if he’s been here before. You wonder how he keeps himself so calm. You’re nearly a blubbering mess, not used to being in control of anything. You take a step back, really soaking in the moment. The soft amber glow from the single lamp on his desk illuminates his figure, casting a soft glow on his body. He’s all hard ridges though, nothing soft about him, except the noises that crawl up his throat.

“How far are you willing to move the balaclava?” you ask, not wanting to push.

“Nose bridge,” he answers with a sigh.

So, no moving that. You frown a little but respect his decision. Making your way back over to him, you place a hand on his shoulder.

“Okay?” you ask.

He nods, however his eyes are wide, almost like a frightened animal. You gently pet his shoulder, sliding your thumb up to his pulse point. Strong and steady. Ghost leans into your touch, aching for attention.

“Good,” you murmur, stroking his pulse point with your thumb for a couple of moments.

His eyes flutter closed, a sign of trust. He’d let you do anything to him. You step even closer, bringing your feet together so you can bend at the waist. Both of your hands cup his face, leaning down to place soft kisses around the corner of his mouth. Ghost smiles, a shudder running through his body. You place your lips on his own, sliding one of your hands to the nape of his neck. Swiping your tongue over his bottom lip, you ask for permission.

He’s a little hesitant, so you tug at the back of the balaclava, which causes a gasp to fall from his lips. This allows you to slip your tongue inside, exploring the tresses of his mouth. A deep rumble comes up through his chest, a pleasant noise. You took him by surprise. The kiss ignites a fire in your belly, causing your knees to wobble. You drop onto your own, tilting is head down to prevent the kiss from breaking. His hands still rest on his thighs, as obedient as ever.

A small laugh escapes your lips.

“Touch me L.T.”

His large hands slide to the small of your back as he leans forward. He guides you back onto the cool floor, placing his hands on either side of your head. They act as a cage, keeping you safe. One brushes your hair from your face, allowing it to fan out like a halo. It follows the path down the side of your face, your neck, and down to the valley of your breasts. Your chest rises and falls, arching up into his touch.

Ghost’s fingers trace the lace of your bra, fingers itching to dip below the fabric. You whine softly, eyes growing a little heavy with desire. His dart up at the sound of your whine, eyes shining with want. The look in his eyes is ravenous. He could devour you whole if you’d let him.

“Ghost,” you whine his name softly.

He shudders at the sound of his name, eyes never leaving your face. His touches so deliberate to drive you crazy. Your nipples stiff into little peaks, rubbing against the fabric of your bra. His fingers slide under the fabric, brushing the peak of one. You’re so sensitive, arching up into the attention he devotes to it. The rough pad of his fingers gives the friction that your body needs. You feel another wave of wetness pool into your panties.

Ghost leans down then, pulling the fabric to the side and darting his tongue out to swipe across the bud. You moan, hand finding the back of his head to keep him there. While his tongue swirls around one, his fingers slide up and down your torso, squeezing the fat of your hip. You can’t keep still, body arching into his touch on its own accord. You want him closer closer closer. Any thoughts you were having were gone, replaced only by want of your Lieutenant.

You lift your hips up, shimmying out of your pants, leaving you in just your underwear. Spreading your legs, you let him fit as close as he can to you. It’s not enough, you want more. Insatiable, you are. He switches to kissing down the valley of your chest, teasing around the hem of your panties. Frustration growing in your chest, you shift gears, giving him control again.

“You want me to beg?” you ask breathlessly.

“Wouldn’t hurt,” he laughs softly against your skin.

Shame heats your face, but you’re desperate. You’re a lot louder than you expected to be. A loud noise falls from your lips, a mix between a whine and a moan.

“Pretty please L.T.,” you beg, words reminding you of the other night with Gaz.

Your hips arch up against his face, begging him to taste. He takes the bait; words affect him quicker than you thought they would. He’s nearly rippling with restraint, resolve crumbling.

“Since y’ asked so nicely,”

He hooks a finger in your panties, pulling them to the slide and flattens his tongue to swipe it up through your folds.

“Fuck,” you gasp, throwing your head back in pleasure.

Ghost switches between a swirl of figure eights through your folds and wrapping his lips around your clit. Of fucking course he’s good at this. He’s fucking exceptional. His tongue has your orgasm peaking in a matter of minutes.

“L.T-” you warn, voice sultry with lust.

He moans against your pussy, eyes rolling up in the back of his head. You can feel his length against your leg, growing more and more hard with each swipe of his tongue. Ghost dips his tongue into your entrance, and that’s what sends you over the edge. You gasp, breath punched from your lungs as waves of pleasure pool throughout your body. He doesn’t let up, eating you out like a man starved.

Your juices paint his face, dripping down onto the floor. The smell of you fills his room, leaving a permanent reminder of what happened this evening. You feel his fingers brush your entrance, testing the waters and dipping two inside. They slide easily due to just how wet you are. You feel full, stretched by his thick fingers. Involuntarily, you clench down, feeling your toes curl in pressure.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he groans against your thigh, placing kisses and nips to the skin there.

You can only whine, brain molded into putty from your first orgasm. Another one is approaching, you can tell by the burning sensation in your belly. Thighs shaking, you lean into your next orgasm, sobbing out in pleasure. You feel your eyes roll back into your head, nerves set align in ecstasy. Thick fingers curl against the spongey spot that has you seeing stars.

“Fuck, fuck fuck,” you sob, body trembling with exhaustion.

“There we go, that’a girl,” Ghost murmurs, voice rumbling within the barrel of his chest.

The deep timbre of his voice has you clenching around his fingers.

“You like when I praise you?” he questions, smirk in his voice.

He stills his fingers, pulling a whine up your throat.

“Y-Yes,” you gasp, grinding your hips in an attempt to relieve the friction.

Ghost pulls his fingers out completely, lifting them up to his lips. He wraps them around the thick digits, nearly moaning at the taste of you.

“Fuckin’ heavenly,” he groans, unbuckling his pants and shimmying them down his slender hips.

They rest around his thighs, leaving him in only his underwear. His cock is straining against the fabric, threatening to escape at any moment. You watch him through hooded eyes, pleasure making you feel heavy.

“So are you,” you murmur, eyes following his every move.

He smirks at that, blush burning under the roll of his balaclava. It’s pretty on him. Ghost slides his hand down his torso, brushing his fingers over the band of his underwear. A shiver goes down his spine, delayed pleasure bound to escape at any moment. Your hand reaches up, beckoning him to come closer. He shimmies closer to you and you lean up on your elbows, a little wobbly from your previous orgasms.

“C’mere,” you murmur, getting up on your knees.

You dip your fingers into his waistband, brushing the velvety tip of his cock. He shudders at your touch, eyes fluttering closed. You wrap your fingers around his length, slowly starting to stroke up and down.

“Fuck,” he grumbles, large hand reaching out to rest on your shoulder.

You’re not too experienced on this, but you try your best. Slowly having your fingers curl a little tighter as you move them up and down. He’s very big. And thick. Grumbles of pleasure rumble in his chest. You notice that his breathing changes, chest rapidly falling up and down with your ministrations. A pretty blush spreads across his pecs. You bite your lip, eyes trailing up to his face.

His eyes are on yours in an instant, molten honey swirling with pleasure. A soft sound falls from his lips. You lean forward and kiss him, nibbling on his lip. Pushing him back on his knees, you settle yourself in his lap. Dipping your hips down you brush your folds over the head of his cock. He shudders, gripping your hips and continuing the motion.

“You feel so good,” you whine, holding on to his broad shoulders.

He pushes his face into your neck, biting at the soft point between it and your shoulder. You gasp, hand reaching up to his covered head. Ghost soothes the bite with his tongue, angling his hips before pushing inside your wet heat.

“Ghost!” you gasp, the thick girth of his cock spreading you open.

“Fuck, bunny,” he groans, voice full of restraint.

You slowly sink down until your hips are flush. Both of your bodies trembling. You’re nearly babbling, pawing at his broad shoulders. His large hand pets your side, attempting to soothe you.

“Relax,” he murmurs, placing soft kisses on the inside of your bicep.

“You’re s-so big,” you gasp, involuntarily clenching around him.

He shifts then, holding you close as he stands up. Ghost moves slowly, laying you gently on his bed, careful to keep you close. You’re engulfed in the smell of him, arching upwards onto the sheets before relaxing against him. He takes this moment to pull back slowly before pushing into your heat again. A moan rips out of your throat as you stretch your hips to accommodate his wide ones as he shimmies close.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes at the stretch. A mix of pain and pleasure as he rolls his hips into your own. Ghost brushes your hair from your sweaty face, eyes trained on your own.

“So beautiful. Taking me so well,” he murmurs.

You moan, eyes never leaving his. Pleasure swells in your belly, rendering you nearly immobilized to the bed. All you can do is lay there and take it, which is exactly what Ghost wants for you. You reach up to rest your hands on his biceps, squeezing.

“I'm-” you warn.

“Come on bunny. Let go for me. Give me another.” he praises, soft voice music to your ears.

His rough fingers find the pad of your clit, flicking it in time with his thrusts. Your eyes roll up into your head, another orgasm punching a groan out of your lungs. Arching into his touch, you let your pleasure roll in waves. It’s overwhelming and the tears pooling in your eyes finally spill over. You’re sobbing, clenching around his thick length as it continues to punch your cervix.

“G-Ghost, I swear-” you gasp out.

He laughs then, a melodical thing that turns into a moan as you feel his hips falter. He’s close, rapid thrusts stuttering as he finally unloads into your cunt. It’s hot, painting your walls white as he finishes. You are completely spent, unable to move due to exhaustion. He’s careful not to put his full weight on you, pulling out slowly with a groan.

“That was-” you start.

“Well deserved,” he finishes.

You laugh breathlessly, a smile breaking out on your face. He’s smiling too, already up and walking to the bathroom to get something to clean you off. The warm cloth feels good on your cooling skin.

“You definitely lost,” you joke.

“I beg to differ,” he quips.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #crimsonwrites #call of duty #simon riley x you #cod smut #ghost x reader #cod simon riley

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ozzgin · 2 years ago

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HIII I LUV UR ACC <33 🫶 can i request a reader that is as cute as a bunny but she is a bit bratty with any baki character ^^ have a good day!!

Thank you and sure! Apologies for the delay. The idea reminds me a lot of Hatsune Miku’s “World is Mine”, so I went for a similar protagonist.

Baki Characters x Cute Bratty! Reader

Featuring Baki and Jack Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Hanayama Kaoru and Katsumi Orochi. And a reader that has a cheeky attitude behind all that cuteness.

[Baki Masterlist]

Baki Hanma

Baki is a mischievous one himself, so he finds your attitude cute and loves to entertain it. If you’re being bratty, he will either spoil you or mimic your behavior with a pout. What, you didn’t think two can play this game?

If he does spoil you it will be accompanied with the proper theatrics. “But of course! Who dared to upset my Princess? Point to the disturbance and I shall take care of it at once!” He is not embarrassed to be seen servicing you, and who would even attempt to question it? One knows better than to mess with the younger Hanma.

Sometimes Baki might be in a sour mood, or simply focused on his training. In such cases he will greet your demands with a sad smile and swear he’ll make it up to you as soon as his anger tones down. If you promise to behave, you can even help him train. He could use an extra weight.

Kaoru Hanayama

Hanayama isn’t quite sure how to deal with you. You’re so cute and frail, and yet every now and then you surprise him with a sassy attitude. Alas, he loves spoiling you so he will eventually give in to your demands, however outrageous they might be. He is the head of the yakuza, after all. You don’t need to hold back.

Sometimes he might take your statements literally, for the better or worse. You stomping your feet and angrily wishing whatever caused your distress would just disappear? You’ll have to quickly clear it up and explain it was just a tantrum. He doesn’t…actually need to eradicate it. Please.

If Hanayama is in a bad mood or occupied with work (leading a gang often proves to be a busy matter), he will have his lackeys readily available to you. Naturally they are to display the utmost compliance when servicing the future Ane-san of the Family.

Kaiou Retsu

Retsu finds you downright adorable and would do anything for your sake. It’s in his nature to be caring and kind towards those he loves and cherishes. Truly, it seems almost impossible to ever refuse your whims, his heart tugging whenever a frown might darken your features.

…Or is it? His willingness knows no boundaries, except for when your safety or comfort might be at risk. If your tantrums involve something he deems improper, not only will he disregard your attempts, but also lecture you vehemently. You almost feel like you’re once more in school, scolded by the strict teacher for being naughty.

Overall Retsu is rather rigid and awkward when it comes to your mischief. He is a man of discipline, but that has always only involved him. The etiquette he follows and expects from other warriors doesn’t extend to his beloved partner.

Katsumi Orochi

Similar to Retsu, Katsumi is also surrounded by stern expectations. He won’t hesitate to flatten down any of his Dojo attendees for the smallest sign of disobedience or misdemeanor. When it comes to you, however…

Everyone can tell he has a soft spot for you. From the facial expressions to the tone of his voice, his conduit switches in a matter of seconds. His ardent, adoring smile never falters when interacting with you. Your bratty attitude just makes his heart melt. The fact that you trust yourself to be cheeky around him reinforces his role as your partner, in his mind.

Sometimes even you feel like his spoiling might go overboard, but that’s what you like about him. He’s at your feet, ready to meet whatever desires you bring up. “Anything for my Princess” is his catchphrase around you.

Jack Hanma

You’d think Jack wouldn’t be the type tolerate certain behaviors. Plenty of people have gasped in anticipation upon witnessing your bratty attitude towards the tall man. Is he going to be angry? Will he yell at you? Alas, they just don’t know Jack well enough. His patience is unbreakable for things that matter to him.

He just quietly goes along with your orders. If you suddenly stop in the middle of the street and demand he holds your hand in this instant, he will comply with a faint smile. He enjoys entertaining you, he just won’t express it as openly as others. He’s your very own stoic Prince.

If you’re being particularly bratty and he’s not in the mood to react to it accordingly, he will just pick you up - regardless of where you are - and carry you home for a snuggle until you calm down or rectify your behavior. If you think about it, it’s not much of a punishment. And you can’t say no to being buried within his massive frame for warmth.

#baki #baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki headcanons #baki x reader #kaiou retsu #jack hanma #katsumi orochi #hanayama kaoru #retsu kaioh x reader #jack hanma x reader #kaoru hanayama x reader #katsumi orochi x reader #orochi katsumi #kaiou retsu x reader

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ancientbygone · 9 months ago

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simulacra 2 [this place will become your tomb]

[sundowning] [tmbte]

Sleep's mimics of the vessels (sans iv) from the TPWBYT time period. we finally got there. because of the guitarist change, the iv that stayed hasn't been there long enough for Sleep to figure him out. iii, however, finally grew on Him by then.

design breakdown under the cut:

[obligatory “when talking about the vessels, i’m talking about characters” disclaimer]

if you’re unfamiliar with the main idea, please check out the TMBTE post & the Sleep lore post.

TPWBYT, to me, is a period of uncertainty. a fresh suicide attempt, surgery, Sleep trying to break Vessel and then mold him in His image. confusing. dissociating. there's a reason why no form Sleep takes has a solid body (except for "ii") - everything is hazy, everything floats and dissipates and comes back wrong, unfamiliar. Sleep, during that time, is mostly an ocean, either spread out thin to appear terrifying or, later on, a deep dark menace.

"Vessel"/Vessel mimic

a watery death. while the Sundowning version of Sleep turns upwards towards Heaven, TPWBYT's "Vessel" drips down heavy, trying to drag Vessel deeper and deeper. it moves by floating, flowing from one space to another, but there's a visible heaviness to it still. everything bleeds into each other, everything is indistinguishable in origin; the only parts that have some semblance of definition are the hood and the hands. it's a constant reminder to Vessel: how much of his own blood he has spilled, how many regrets he drags alongside himself.

"ii"/ii mimic

trapped in a bubble, wrapped up in himself. "ii", while the only one possessing a relatively solid body (that of a spotted moray), still floats in the same realm of haziness as the rest. as the real ii is pulled deeper and deeper into trusting Sleep with whatever he's doing with Vessel, fearing potential consequences, "ii" morphs into a timid creature. his head is a bubble, although opaque and impenetrable, and his arms, while elongated and noodly, are wrapped entirely around his body. this, too, is a mockery.

"iii"/iii mimic

Sleep finally knows what iii is like, what Vessel, using his newfound power, arguably morphed him into. "iii" is largely based on the purple-striped jelly, but that inspiration is mostly visual - the frills, the flashiness, the colors (even though they don't actually come through, it's about the mental association). iii came because he saw something in Vessel, something that lured him in so easily, and now Vessel is an idol for iii to obsess over and pursue through worshiping him, mostly, rather than Sleep. the humanoid arms of "iii" are a decoy - as soon as Vessel gets too close, it will attempt to wrap around him with its numerous tendrils. it moves by floating, too, and does so more way more gracefully than the other mimics, oftentimes twirling and imitating ballroom dance moves.

#sleep token #sleep token art #sleep token vessel #sleep token ii #sleep token iii #sleep token sleep #<- once again. this is all entirely sleep taking different forms to fuck with vessel's fragile brain #bygone art #bygone lore #have fun with them idk i'm tired bye #sea animals

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thechekhov · 2 years ago

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Dungeon Meshi Quick Reacts

CH. 35 (Cleaners)

Every time Senshi takes his helmet off, I cheer.

Chillchuck, YOU were also running around looking for food! You were also very much involved in that!

I live for these moments when they just talk shit at each other just like a little found family ought to.

The dungeon, like a giant organism, heals itself............ hmmm.

That's his hole, Laios. Don't look at his hole.

Wait, hang on, Laios is the only one who can see them? That means it IS just like Falin's power! He's tapped into her ghost senses!

Marcille really took 'we're running, it's bad' and reversed it into 'it's bad, we're not running'.

I love that Marcille just keeps holding Chillchuck like a toddler.

LET THE SPECULATIVE ECOLOGY COMMENCE!

I feel like these Cleaners are kind of an offshoot of mimics? The fact that they're re-creating the dungeon makes it feel like they have at least some of the same abilities that mimics do. But I wonder what their life-cycle is? What's the point of re-creating a dungeon? What do they get out of it?

Oh, hmmm, so they feed on the damaged materials and then.... poop out the remains to restore the dungeon? But again, for what? Why specifically mimic the previous layout?

And is the changing dungeon somehow a part of that? How would cleaners deal with an ever-evolving landscape?

.......it really is just one big digestive tract, huh.

Welcome to the Mystery Fleshpit Dungeon.

Someone who's never read dungeon meshi, explain what's happening in these three panels.

It's like a bread bowl, but completely different.

...haven't you been eating magical creatures for the entire trip?

thanks, kui-san, for those thighs.

........if y'all really thought these were not humanoids, you need glasses. Does everyone have bad vision? They were literally sitting around a campfire chatting.

"well you don't know me... but I know you"

....the look of pain in his eyes almost makes me feel sorry for him.

oh, holy shit, they actually brought Shadow Laios along! What a horrible surprise.

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi liveblog #dungeon meshi quick reacts #chekhov reads dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon

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cosmicflw3rr · 11 months ago

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ooooo or maybe a oneshot about r adopting a pet behind dom’s back and at first he doesn’t like it but slowly starts loving it? 😭😭

otto.

dominik mysterio x fem! reader

summary: you've always wanted a dog, but your boyfriend doesn't due to your busy schedules. a girls' day off leads to adopting an adorable black and white puppy.

A/N: I’m backkkkkk. also I feel this is so unnecessarily long but hope you enjoy!!

you and liv were sitting at a coffee shop in san diego, enjoying the day off you both had.

being a wwe superstar required a non-stop road schedule, with just two days of home time before travelling to the next city for monday night raw.

even then, you weren't sure if you'd make it home every week due to the ongoing live events every week. so, whenever you did have days off, you tried to enjoy them to their fullest.

the two of you had just gotten your drinks, and up until this point, the conversation had been focused on catching up on how work had been. even though you worked together, you rarely saw her due to your different schedules. gradually, the conversation shifted to your home lives and how you had been spending your off days.

“oh my god, wait.” liv chuckled, pulling out her phone and scrolling through it. “the other day I was working out, and kilo would not leave my side at all!” she exclaimed, turning her phone to show you a video.

you watched the video, laughing heartily as kilo, her dog, tried to mimic her workout moves, hopping around and occasionally getting in the way. the video also showed a moment where kilo licked her face.

liv laughed, trying to move away from him, but her attempts were in vain as she eventually gave in, hugging him tightly and showering him with kisses and hugs.

“that’s actually so adorable!” you remarked, still chuckling at the heartwarming video.

she smiled warmly, her eyes meeting yours for a moment before she looked back down at her phone, her fingers deftly scrolling through the screen. “I know! he’s such a sweetheart,” she exclaimed her eyes showing genuine affection.

she then turned her phone towards you again, this time displaying a heartwarming picture of them cuddled up on the couch, kilo nestled comfortably against her, both looking completely content and at peace.

“awww!” you exclaimed, your face lighting up with genuine delight. liv had a warm smile, before turning off her phone and placing it gently on the table. “I’ve always wanted a dog,” you admitted, before you took a sip of your coffee.

the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the soft murmur of conversations around you. liv leaned in slightly, her expression thoughtful.

she quirked an eyebrow as she also took a sip of her drink, “why don’t you get one?”

you sigh gently tracing the rim of your coffee cup with your index finger. “dom’s not really into the whole idea.”

she took a moment to pause, setting her cup down carefully on the table, her gaze flickering towards you once more. “really?” she asked, “he seems like a dog dad 100%”

you laugh softly, settling back into your chair with a sigh. “he just thinks that since we’re both constantly on the road and barely home, it would be too much to ask either his mom or my parents to take on the responsibility of watching it,” you explain, your shoulders lifting in a shrug of understanding.

yet, a part of you can’t help but wish he’d just give it a try.

liv nodded thoughtfully, genuinely listening to your words, “I can understand where he’s coming from,” she began, her voice gentle and reassuring. “but at the same time, I know that even with our schedules, having a dog could be a good thing.”

“a part of me understands him; we’re just so busy,” you say, pausing for a second to gather your thoughts. “but I feel like a fur baby would be so good for us.”

liv juts out her lip softly looking at you with a ‘awe’ face. "I totally get that," she says, her eyes meeting yours with a knowing look. "maybe the conversation is worth revisiting with dom.” liv shrugs taking another sip of her coffee and glances at the clock on the wall.

"ou come,” she said, “I wanted to stop by this little pet store I saw just down the street while I was driving here."

you both stand up, gathering your things. "okay, let’s go then."

the two of you walk out of the coffee shop together, continuing down the sidewalk and admiring the charming little shops set up along the street. “this street is so adorable, I can’t believe I’ve never been here before,” you tell her, a soft smile spreading across your face as you take in the surroundings.

you both slowly come to a stop, right in front of a small pet shop/adoption center. “I know, right?” she said, opening the door and causing the little bell to jingle. you followed after her.

“I’ll be right back.” liv said giving you a soft smile before she heads straight for the aisles, searching for the items she needs.

you take a moment to look around, noticing how the shop is much bigger than you expected. the air is filled with a mix of scents—

pet food, and a hint of something sweet, like treats baking in an oven.

the store is well-organized, with bright, colorful displays showcasing various pet supplies. there are shelves lined with toys, beds, and grooming tools, and aisles dedicated to different types of food and treats.

the walls were adorned with pictures of all the pets that had been adopted and their owners.

you look around the store, looking at all the cute little animals they had scattered around, you wander over to the adoption area.

the soft meows and barks immediately catch your attention. as you walk down the aisle you see a variety of dogs.

you stop in front of a kennel and notice a tag that reads "otto." he's an australian shepherd and border collie mix. as you kneel down to get a closer look, you can't help but feel a tug at your heart.

you smile at him as you hook your finger through the fence. otto immediately starts licking it.

"you're such a cute boy," you say, your heart melting a little more with each lick. a worker comes up from behind you.

“believe it or not, but otto’s been here longer than most of our other pets have.”

your smile falls slightly as you look up at the owner, still petting him through the cage. “really?”

the worker nods sympathetically. "yeah, he's a bit of a special case. he's incredibly sweet and so well behaved, but people just seem to overlook him."

you look back down at the dog who was still licking your fingers. “that’s so sad.”

you continue to gently stroke otto's fur, feeling a pang of sadness. "I can't believe no one has taken him home yet. he's perfect." the dog looks up with you with big, hopeful eyes.

the worker smiles warmly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "he is. we're really hoping someone will see what we see in him soon. he's such a special dog."

liv finds you in the adoption section, her arms filled with an assortment of pet supplies. "hey, I got what I came for," she says, giving you the heads-up that you guys could leave if you wanted to. her gaze falls on the black and white dog you're petting. "oh, who's this handsome guy?" she kneels down next to you, carefully placing her things on the floor before reaching through the fence to pet him as well.

"this is otto," you say, your voice filled with affection as you watch liv interact with him. "he's been here longer than most of the other pets. It's really surprising because he's seems like such a good boy."

liv's eyes soften as she continues to pet otto, her fingers gently scratching behind his ears. "aw, that's heartbreaking. I can't believe no one has taken him home yet, I mean he’s gorgeous.”

you inhaled deeply, closing your eyes for a brief second. liv looked at you, her gaze knowing and filled with understanding. after a moment you let out a soft whine. "I can't leave him here, liv," you admitted, opening your eyes and looking at her, your eyebrows furrowing and your eyes softening.

liv gave you a reassuring smile, her hand still gently petting otto. "I knew it," she said softly. "I could see it the moment you started talking about him."

you took another deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision. "I know dom said no pets, but otto, he just... he deserves a home, you know? and I don’t think I can leave him to spend another night here."

liv nodded, her smile growing. "me being an animal lover I say you should do it, but-“ she paused smirking. “if anybody asks I wasn’t with you.” the both of you burst into laughter.

you gave otto one last pet before standing up, sighing and looking at the worker. "I want to adopt him."

the worker’s eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and joy. "oh my! that's wonderful! I’ll get you started on the paperwork."

you gave otto one last look before you followed the worker to the front desk, liv gathered her things and joined you, her excitement evident. "I think you’re doing the right thing."

you nodded, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. "I hope so. I just want him to have a good home."

the worker handed you a stack of forms to fill out, and you began writing down your information, your mind racing with thoughts of how otto would fit into your life. you could already picture coming home to him after a long week.

you could only hope dom wouldn’t be to upset with you. liv leaned over, glancing at the forms. "how you holding up?”

you took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the decision you had just made. "I just hope dom won’t be too mad," you said, glancing at liv. "I mean, I adopted a dog behind his back when he’s made clear we’re too busy for one."

liv gave you a sympathetic look, her hand still gently petting otto. "I get it, but sometimes you just have to follow your heart," she said softly. "I think he’ll come around."

you nodded, trying to find comfort in her words. "I hope so, I think we can make it work."

liv nodded, “you definitely can,” before gasping suddenly. you looked towards her, confused. “can I please go pick out some toys, treats, and a cute comfy bed?”

you chuckled, shaking your head. “go ahead, I’m just gonna finish up the paperwork.” she squealed before leaving your side and disappearing into one of the aisles.

not long after liv left, you finished the paperwork. the worker handed you otto’s adoption certificate and a small bag of starter supplies. "thank you for giving otto a home. we can tell he’s going to be so happy with you. I’ll go get him.”

you nodded gratefully, smiling as you gazed over the adoption certificate. as the worker walked away, you glanced around the store, your mind racing with thoughts of how dom would react.

liv returned, her arms loaded with toys, treats, and a plush bed that looked perfect for otto. “look at all this stuff! he’s going to be so spoiled,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

she smiled warmly, her eyes twinkling with joy. “yes, he is! and it’s all on his auntie liv.” liv carefully placed the items in the cart with a flourish, then turned to you with a reassuring pat on the back.

you shook your head, a mixture of gratitude and protest in your voice. “no, liv, I can pay—”

“ah ah—” she interjected, cutting you off mid-sentence. “take it as a welcome home gift for my godson.” her tone was playful but firm, leaving no room for argument.

you rolled your eyes, a smirk forming on your lips. “your godson, huh?” you asked teasingly, raising an eyebrow at her.

liv shrugged nonchalantly, but her smile grew even wider. “of course! someone has to spoil him rotten, and who better than me?” she winked at you, making it clear that she was thrilled to be part of this new chapter in your life.

you couldn’t help but laugh, feeling a wave of affection for your friend. “alright, alright. thank you, auntie liv. otto’s going to be one lucky pup with you around.”

the worker returned with otto, who wagged his tail excitedly as he saw you. he jumped up and down, and you couldn't help but smile widely as you bent down to pet him. "ready to go home, boy?" you asked, your voice filled with warmth and affection. otto barked in response.

meanwhile, liv took care of paying for all the items you had picked out for otto. With everything settled, you both walked out of the store, otto trotting happily beside you, his leash held loosely in your hand.

as you reached the parking lot, you and liv shared a quick hug and said your goodbyes, each heading to your cars.

you opened the backseat door and gently helped otto climb in, making sure he was comfortable. once he was settled, you closed the door and walked around to the front, sliding into the driver's seat.

after adjusting your seatbelt, you started the car and turned to look back at otto. "ready to go home?" you asked with a smile. otto responded by leaning forward and licking your face, making you laugh out loud. you turned back to the road and began the drive home.

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you walk into yours and dom’s shared apartment, making your way to the spare room down the hall.

you set otto’s things up meticulously: his toys arranged neatly, his cozy bed in the corner, his crate positioned just right, and his food and water bowls filled and ready. once you're done, you sit down in the middle of the room, watching as otto sniffs around curiously before finally settling on your lap.

you pull out your phone, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and nervousness, and dial your mom's number.

"hey, mom!" you say enthusiastically, a wide smile spreading across your face as you see her appear on the screen.

"hey, honey! everything alright?" she asks gently, her voice full of warmth and concern.

"well, I kind of did something," you admit, turning the camera to show otto lounging comfortably on your lap.

her eyes light up immediately. "oh my goodness, he's adorable! what’s his name?" she asks, her excitement mirroring your own.

"his name is otto," you reply, smiling. “he’s an australian shepherd mixed with a border collie, and he’s the sweetest boy ever.” you purse your lips and place a soft kiss on the top of his head, then look back at your mom.

“I thought you and dom weren’t going to get a dog?” she says, her smile still on her face, clearly happy for you.

you wince slightly at the reminder. “we weren’t, but I was out at breakfast with liv, and she needed to pick up some stuff for her pets. It happened to be at an adoption center, and I just fell in love with him,” you explain, waiting for her to scold you.

to your surprise, your mom laughs warmly, the sound filling you with a sense of relief. “well, sometimes the best things happen unexpectedly. he’s a beautiful dog, and I can see why you couldn’t resist. when you gonna tell dom?” she asks, her eyes twinkling with curiosity and a hint of amusement.

you look down at the ground, your fingers absentmindedly playing with the soft fibers of the carpet. “well, he’s not home right now, but as soon as he is, I’m going to tell him.” you take a deep breath, suddenly remembering the other reason you called. “the big problem with having a dog is finding someone to watch him while we’re gone, and I was wondering if you could watch him while dom and I are on the road?”

"of course, I'd love to," she says warmly, her voice filled with reassurance. “I’ve always loved having animals around, and he seems like he’d be wonderful.”

just then, you hear the front door open. "dom's home, gotta go," you whisper hurriedly, hanging up the phone.

you gently stroke otto's fur before standing up, feeling the soft warmth of his coat under your fingers. "shush, buddy," you say softly, giving him one last affectionate pat. you quietly leave the room, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

you walk down the hallway, and step into the kitchen and see dom placing some things into the fridge. “hey baby,” you say softly, moving closer to him, eager to share a warm embrace once he’s done.

dom glances over his shoulder at the sound of your voice, a smile spreading across his face. he quickly finishes putting the groceries away, then turns to face you, his arms already extending to welcome you into his embrace. "oh hey, cariño," he greets you warmly, his accent never failing to send a shiver down your spine.

you move into him and he wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you snugly against his chest. his hands find their place on your hips, holding you with a gentle yet firm touch.

you loop your arms around his neck, a tender smile gracing your lips. “how was your morning?” you ask.

he hums contentedly as your arms encircle his neck, feeling the warmth of your touch.

he leans in and presses a gentle kiss on your forehead, taking a moment to just appreciate being with you.

he pulls back slightly, his thumbs still gently rubbing your hips. "It was alright," he replies casually. "the usual stuff—gym, errands, nothing special." he studies your face, noticing a hint of nervousness in your eyes. "you okay, babe?"

you nod, looking up at him as you bite your lip nervously. untangling yourself from his embrace, you take a step back placing your hand on the counter for support. “I have to tell you something, and I know you’re going to be a little pissed off, but I want you to hear me out.”

at your words, his expression shifts to one of concern, his eyes narrowing slightly as he leans back against the counter. he crosses his arms over his chest, a habit he has when he's worried.

he continues to study your face carefully, recognizing that something is troubling you. he nods slowly, signaling for you to continue. "okay," he says softly, his tone neutral yet attentive. "I'm listening."

“okay, so today after breakfast, liv and I stopped by a pet store. It had this adoption center inside.” you pause, trying to gauge his reaction as you continue speaking softly. “I couldn’t resist... I adopted a dog.” you stop, waiting for his response.

dom's eyes widen in shock, clearly taken aback by your confession. his arms drop to his sides in disbelief.

he takes a moment to process your words, then shakes his head slightly as if trying to clear his thoughts. "you what?" he says finally, his voice a little sharper than usual. “you adopted a dog—without even talking to me first?”

your eyebrows furrow as you look at him, feeling the weight of his reaction. “I know. I should’ve talked to you first!” you try to explain, hoping to ease his frustration. “but I saw him, and I don’t know, I just couldn’t say no.”

he runs a hand through his hair, frustration written all over his face. he takes a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"you 'couldn't say no'?" he repeats, his tone becoming annoyed. "babe, we live in an apartment. we have a pretty busy schedule. you can't just adopt a pet without discussing it with me first. we're supposed to make these decisions as a team, remember?"

you inhale looking down at the ground before looking at him. “I know baby. I’m sorry..”

he sighs, seeing the genuine remorse on your face. his expression softens slightly, but he's still clearly frustrated with the situation.

"I get that you love dogs," he says, his voice slightly calmer than before. "but you can't just make these kind of decisions on a whim. we need to think about this logically—our lifestyles, our schedules. we're constantly traveling and doing press, we don't have the time to take care of a dog properly."

“I know!” you counter trying to make him see your point, to at least hear you out. “I know we’re traveling a lot but my mom can watch him she’s already agreed to, and I’ve heard people at work say having a dog to come home too is a good thing.”

dom's expression softens even more, his irritation fading slightly. "your mom agreed to watch him while we're gone?" he asks, a hint of skepticism in his voice.

you nod, hoping he’ll understand

he takes another deep breath, mulling over the idea in his mind. he knows you've already adopted the dog, so there's no going back now.

"but what about when we do come home?" he asks, turning his attention back to you. he studies your face, noticing the hopefulness in your eyes. “like I said our schedule are pretty packed even at home. how are we supposed to find time to take care of a pet on top of that?"

“dom i know it sounds stressful, but it doesn’t have to be.” you assure him. “I’ll take care of him. my off days are pretty chill, and most of the times so are yours.”

dom runs a hand through his hair again, clearly conflicted. he knows you mean well, and he can see how much you love this dog already.

"babe, I get it, I really do," he says, his tone calmer than before. "but I'm just worried about how we're gonna make this work. I don’t want it to be a burden on you. you've already got a lot on your plate."

“baby I got this, please just trust me.” you ask him softly, reaching for his hand.

dom sighs, looking down at your hand in his. he can't deny that the thought of having a dog in the apartment makes him a bit happy too, even if he's still worried about the details.

he laces his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand gently. "I do trust you," he says quietly. "but we're in this together, alright? we’re gonna make this work."

your soft frown turns into a smile. “we’re in this together.” you repeat softly.

he nods, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "we are," he replies, his voice warm and reassuring.

he takes a step closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist again, pulling you closer against him. "just promise me one thing," he says, looking down at you with a serious expression.

you look up at him confused, humming in response.

dom quirks an eyebrow, a small smirk forming on his lips. he can't help but be a little bit excited at the thought of seeing the dog you've secretly adopted.

"do I want to meet him? of course I do," he says, his tone a mix of sarcasm and amusement. "lead the way, cariño."

you pull away from him, grabbing his hand and leading him down the hallway to the spare room. you open the door to see otto laying down in the same spot you’d left him in asleep.

dom follows you into the room, his expression softening as he sees otto for the first time. he can't deny that the pup is adorable, all cozy in the spare room.

"wow," he says quietly, a hint of awe in his voice. "so this is the little guy, huh?"

he steps into the room, approaching otto slowly, not wanting to startle the sleeping dog. you do the same slowly sitting next to the sleeping puppy.

dom sits down next to you, watching as otto stirs slightly, lifting his head to look at you both. he notices that the puppy has a curious look on his face, as if assessing the new stranger in his room.

he reaches out a hand, gently scratching otto behind the ear. "he’s kind of cute," he murmurs, a small smile on his face.

you look at dom a wide smile before looking at otto. “this is your daddy otto.” you say softly placing a soft kiss on the dogs head.

dom smiles at the sight, his heart melting a little at how sweet you're being with the puppy. he stretches out a hand, gently scratching the top of otto's head. "hey there, buddy," he says quietly, his voice warm and soothing.

otto tilts his head in response, his tail thumping on the ground as he seems torecognize the affection from both of you.byou smile looking at otto before looking at how dom was with the dog.

dom's expression softens even more as he continues to play with the puppy, gently scratching behind his ears and petting his soft fur.

he can't help but grin as otto seems to respond to his touch, whining affectionately and trying to crawl into his lap. he looks over at you, joy in his eyes.

dom grins at your laugh, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I think he likes me," he says jokingly, as otto continues to crawl onto his lap, resting his head comfortably against dom's chest.

“I think he does.”

a year later.

It was yours and dom’s day off. you both had, had the most hectic week. wrestlemania was coming up and quickly.

so when you had asked him to join you at the gym he declined and told you he was just going to watch a movie.

you’d just come back from your morning workout, you could hear the tv playing softly in the background, and the apartment was dim, lit only by the gloomy light filtering in from outside. The rain had left a gentle patter against the windows.

you unlock your apartment door and step inside. “baby, I’m home,” you call out softly, not really paying attention as you kick off your shoes and place your water bottle into the fridge. when you don’t hear a response, your eyebrows furrow in mild confusion.

just as you’re about to call out again, you notice dom lying on the couch, fast asleep, with the tv quietly playing a movie in the background. you walk around the kitchen island and see dom cuddled up with otto, who was also sleeping peacefully.

a smile spreads across your face as you take out your phone and snap a quick picture. “we are too busy for dogs, my ass,” you tease softly, chuckling to yourself.

dom stirs at the sound of your voice, slowly opening his eyes as he becomes conscious of your presence. he blinks a few times, adjusting to the dim light of the apartment.

he looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face as he notices you taking a picture of him cuddling with otto. "hey, you're home," he says, his voice still rough and groggy from sleep.

dom glances down at otto, who remains cuddled up against him, eyes half-lidded and content. "yeah, yeah," he mutters, rolling his eyes playfully.

you laugh, sitting down next to dom, causing otto to slowly wake up as well. “I missed you boys.”

dom wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer against him. he chuckles softly as otto raises his head, looking at you with his big, sleepy eyes.

"we missed you too," he says, a hint of affection in his voice. he gently scratches behind otto's ear, eliciting a soft whine from the pup.

you cuddle into dom, humming in contentment as your eyes flutter closed. “nope,” you say, getting up reluctantly. “I need to shower, I’m sweaty.”

dom groans softly as you get up, clearly not ready to let go of your cuddles.

"do you have to?" he whines jokingly, pouting slightly. He looks up at you with puppy-dog eyes, trying to convince you to stay.

“we can cuddle and take a nap after I shower. I promise.”

dom sighs in mock defeat, a small pout still on his face. "fine," he relents, reluctantly pulling his arm away from you.

"but you better not take forever, or I might fall asleep without you," he teases, his eyes still sleepy and half-lidded.

“I won’t.” just then, you run to the bathroom, getting into the shower as quickly as you can.

dom watches as you hurry off to the bathroom, letting out a small chuckle, amused by your eagerness to shower and be back with him.

he stretches out on the couch, reaching for the remote to turn off the movie that's still playing on the tv. he then turns his attention to otto, who's now standing beside him, waiting for your return.

"she takes quick showers," dom says to the dog, as if trying to explain your absence. "don't worry, she'll be back soon."

you finish up, throwing on sweats and one of dom’s hoodies.

dom looks up as you re-enter the living room, his eyes wandering over your sweatpant-clad legs and the oversized hoodie you're wearing. he smirks slightly, recognizing it as one of his.

"nice outfit," he teases, a hint of admiration in his eyes.

“hush,” you tease, sitting down in your previous spot and cuddling up next to him.

dom chuckles softly as you settle back beside him, immediately draping his arm around your shoulders. he pulls you closer against his chest, enjoying the feeling of you against him.

"so clingy," he teases, a hint of affection in his voice. he gently runs his hand up and down your arm, tracing aimless patterns on your skin.

you roll your eyes, leaning into him a bit more, feeling the warmth of his body against yours. just then, otto jumps up onto your lap, his tail wagging excitedly. you can’t help but smile as he settles down, nuzzling into you.

dom laughs softly, watching. "looks like someone missed you," he says, reaching over to give otto a gentle pat on the head.

you scratch behind otto's ears, feeling the soft fur under your fingers. "yeah, he’s a little cuddle bug," you reply, your voice filled with affection.

dom's arm tightens around you both, creating a cozy little bubble of warmth and love. "our little family," he murmurs, his voice content.

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crownedhades · 6 months ago

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im having a killer sans and my own personality disorder fixation so i might as well talk about them both. and also share how my symptoms and love for killer overlap.

ill also be talking about color and swap sans.

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so for reference i have covert schizoid personality disorder. covert meaning that you would not initially expect me to be szpd upon first meeting me unless youre a psychologist that understands how my inner mind works.

anyway. szpd is also commonly compared to autism, depression, avoidant and anti-social personality disorders due to a variety of reasons and overlapping symptoms.

short comparison explanation to quickly dumb it down: autism? shared social ineptness. depression? chronic anhedonia. apd? we... avoid people. aspd? most schizoid's have limited or no empathy.

for a quick szpd description, read this brief mayo website. keep in mind, though, that while mayo clinic is mostly credible, they do reference the dsm-5. schizoid specialized psychologists are known for having beef with the dsm-5 and constantly shit on it in their introductions in schizoid related research papers.

as another thing, schizoid's have this thing called a "safety person." not all schizoid's have one, but its a clinical term used for when a schizoid trusts someone enough to rely on them for things. i guess. (similar to the term "favorite person" for bpd? but obviously not as extreme since we can easily cut our sp off if theyre deemed unsafe. we're not that attached.)

why am i explaining all of this? because i know damn well most people reading this have no idea what szpd is. from lengthy experience.

moving on!

what you have been all been waiting for... killer sans.

yeah, honestly, i love the dude. i kind of see him as a son more than anything, so outside of me projecting myself onto him, hes kind of like a son to me.

an adult son that i have not been able to kick out of the house for a millenia bc he spends all of his money on random shit that he collects and trophies in his room. type of vibe.

anyways, i know people usually headcanon killer as having aspd. and im not gonna take that away from anyone because honestly, i 45% agree with it. its not my cup of tea, but theres definitely some convincing signs.

but then do i headcanon him as having szpd, if not aspd? fuck to the fucking no. he is closer to aspd than szpd for sure, even if i dont fully support aspd killer.

but as someone with szpd, i do heavily relate to killer in quite a few things. such as the general emotional supression that comes with being a schizoid. the absolute indifference that embodies us. the lack of reaction. the lack of feeling. the lack of identity. having to mimic other people just to blend in and avoid confrontation because we dont want any kind of attention. good or bad attention.

sure, killer is much different than us when it comes to attention. honestly, from the looks of it, im pretty convinced he has periods of craving attention.

schizoids do not crave attention.

but on a lot of other things.... its easy to relate to him. its easy to see myself in him. its easy to pick apart his mind and psychoanalyze his character when you've already done half the work just by observing yourself.

a schizoids observation of the self can be described by this fellow tumblr user.

so its very easy to understand killer. stupidly easy. like a predictable animal under the influence of "classical conditioning."

classical conditioning... this does not help with my more cruel, angst-driven headcanons.

but anyway.

color sans in specific almost feels like a safety person to killer. because like... in order to be a safety person, you have to respect a schizoid's autonomy and independence. you cannot force us to rely on you. you cannot force us to open up to you.

so i make this comparison because i feel like thats exactly how it works between killer and color, too. they go at each others own pace. color only makes emotional demands when its important, but otherwise keeps a reasonable space as to not overwhelm or threaten killers autonomy. mutual respect and effort kind of thing.

i also make this comparison due to killer's absolute hatred for swap sans. how hes depicted to always be bullying or releasing his anger out on swap. and for what? because swap wants to help killer?

another trait that happens to relate to schizoid.

schizoids easily feel disgusted by reassurance and people going out of their way to "help them." mostly due to the schizoids innate superiority complex (but has a stable ego, uneffected by praise or criticism) and because schizoids "already know" what theyre being reassured on.

its like youre insulting our intelligence and logical reasoning, essentially, since we are not intune with our emotions enough to accept emotional reassurance.

which i think killer also feels when it comes to swap. swap's attitude feels more like an insult than anything, which is different from color's laid-back approach.

"how dare you tell me something i already know?" kind of thing.

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this is all for tonight. i might make a part 2 post tomorrow. its time for bed for me.

again tho i do not think killer is szpd. this is just a comparison for funsies.

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abbysimsfun · 9 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 91 (Conrad's Strange Trip)

cw: drinking, ingesting a mind-altering substance

Conrad pulled his cruiser through the gates of Bella Goth's estate in Cavalier Cove. The coastal mansion gave little indication of the paranormal-obsessed inhabitant who owned the property, but Conrad still always felt a chill when he walked through the front door.

Bella swore the house wasn't haunted. Conrad had never seen a ghost so he had to take her word for it, but the home did have two new permanent residents since he and Heather had last visited with the kids. In addition to Alexander and Lydia's newborn son, Jagger, Bella had welcomed a new pet.

"She's a gift from Grimmie. He's off reaping so often, but this crow can travel well enough to send messages between us when we're apart."

"She's beautiful, Mrs. Goth. But don't you worry about things like...bird flu? Especially with a newborn around."

"You don't really think I'd endanger Alex and Lydia's son, do you? My own grandson! Crows are among the most hygienic of all birds, you know. And she's a great little mimic. Watch."

The crow jumped from her wooden pedestal and onto Bella's hand. She spoke a few words in basic Simlish, waiting for her new pet to croak back, 'Nay-doo.'

"What's her name?"

"I haven't decided yet. Do you have any ideas? I thought Grimbella was nice, but Grimmie says we shouldn't name her after ourselves."

Conrad broke a smile across his tense cheeks. "I can't help you, Mrs. Goth. I didn't even name my dog. And, Solomon Wolff, my first partner back in San Myshuno, named him after me."

Bella shrugged with a gentle smile for Conrad and her crow. "I'll sleep on it. Maybe her name will come to me in a dream, or maybe Solomon Wolff will tell me what her name is."

(Surprise! Thank you @deardiaryts4 for making this headcanon canon with me! These two helped bust a puppy mill together as young officers, and Conrad ended up raising one of the pups who followed him back to their cruiser. Solo called him Gord because he was attached to Officer Gordon, and the name stuck. How Bella exists separately and prominently in overlapping storylines both totally makes sense and is outrageous but it need not be explained right now. Just enjoy the ride! Also, taking suggestions to name that crow! Grimbella isn't officially off the table, either.)

Conrad cleared his throat. "River dropped by and told me to come see you. But...I don't really know what I need to talk about."

"Conrad, you look tired." The words were accusatory, but there was only concern in her voice. "Let me mix you a drink. Text Heather, let her know I insisted you stay a while to relax. I'll watch your kids soon to make it up to her. Sometime when you're working late again."

"It's been a long few months," he admitted, following her to the long wooden bar in the dining room. "I know everyone's worried about me."

"So why won't you talk to anyone about it?"

He wavered. "Because sometimes the less people know, the safer they are. I shouldn't talk to you about this, especially since I can't figure out how to tell Heather, but if I don't talk to someone I might lose my damn mind...Have you ever heard of Los Tigres de Selva?"

She nodded. "My grandmother, Enriqueta, was from Selvadorada, but her family got her to Sunset Valley when she was small. They didn't want her to stay because of the cartels."

"I walked away from a case involving them today."

"They're in our ports?"

"They don't smuggle much through here. Probably because our ports are jammed with ice too many months of the year and it's not profitable, but this case...it's sorta personal."

"If you keep pursuing the case, will your family be in danger? You've told everyone you were handling it."

"I've tried. But last night Heather noticed how hard it's been to keep the case separate from everything else, and after River visited today I realized what it's been doing to me."

"This doesn't have anything to do with the woman Heather saw sneaking around outside your house before your daughter was born, does it?"

"She told you about that?"

"No, Cassandra told me because she wanted me and her brothers to be careful if there were any dangerous people lurking around town. And it sounds like there were...Are they still?"

"I really hope not."

Bella nodded. "So they are."

"Why do I always forget you spent a bit of time working as a secret agent?"

"Because they spent more time trying to figure me out than letting me do my job so I rarely talk about it. When Dex came along I said, 'Screw it.' Nothing's more important than family, and that's been my life since I quit."

"Well, you got more out of me than anyone else without much effort, so just know you've still got it."

"I don't know all your secrets, Conrad. I still don't know why you kept it from Heather, but my gut says you're ashamed of something."

"I feel shame about my past. And I feel shame because I should have told her months ago and I kept putting it off. I should have told her years ago. It just got harder and harder to say anything because no matter what, it'll look like I didn't tell her because I have something to hide."

"Do you?"

"There's a lot she doesn't know. There's a lot nobody knows, after my father died."

"Secrets are important to keep sometimes, and I understand wanting to keep her safe if the truth puts her in danger, but you know Heather. She likes honesty."

Conrad stared at the empty glass on the bar. "Heather's the love of my life. I can't lose her because I made stupid choices until my dad bailed me out with what amounted to his dying breath."

Bella thought quietly for a moment, taking a seat at the empty barstool. "You're a fascinating man, Conrad Gordon. Your father would be proud to see what you've made of yourself despite any mistakes of your youth, but something is causing you to go backward. I could press and I'm quite sure you'd tell me everything because you clearly need to talk about it, but..."

"But if I tell you before I tell Heather, I'm an even bigger ass than I've been. And still, knowing that, it doesn't make me want to run home and tell her."

"You know who might be able to provide better guidance than anyone who lacks the hindsight of death? The mentors."

He shook his head with snide laughter. "How did I know you were going to suggest travelling? Mrs. Goth, I have to work in the morning."

"And you know it only takes a few minutes!"

Maybe it was the liquid courage, but Conrad found himself agreeing and followed Bella upstairs. The seance table had been moved into their upstairs hall, with the old attic room turned into a nursery for Alex and Lydia's newborn son.

Conrad took a seat across from Bella, letting her lead just like last time. She chanted her Omiscan summons, with Conrad's palms open on the round wooden table draped in purple and gold cloth. A blue flame flickered above their heads, and Conrad was transported to the Realm of the Dead. He knew Bella wouldn't pull him out prematurely, so he walked cautiously toward the flame.

When he'd returned, he asked how long he'd been gone. A cold sweat broke on the back of his neck.

"You were gone much longer than usual - about twenty minutes. What did you see?"

"I need a drink, Mrs. Goth. The strongest drink you know how to mix."

"Don't you work in the morning?" she countered, but his pained expression gave Bella pause. "I know one drink. It clears your mind of all the jumbled thoughts you can't take with you...when you pass on. Only the most important thoughts and memories remain while you're in this state. But I can't let you drive home if I make it for you."

"Mrs. Goth, what I just saw...I don't understand it. If it'll unscramble my thoughts, I..."

"You can stay here for the night, and I'll tell Heather you helped me with a computer virus."

"I thought I wasn't supposed to be lying to Heather."

"Do you want to tell her you're going to spend the next few hours living as a ghost?"

"Living as a what? Are you going to...kill me?"

"Of course not! Think of it a bit like, oh, I don't know, ayahuasca. It's an out-of-body experience, but it can be mentally transformative! It helps give perspective on the things that really matter to us when our world is clouded with too much fear and worry. It's made with gin and crushed death flower petals, but it won't leave you hungover. Once the effects wear off you'll be fine to head to work tomorrow morning."

They headed back downstairs and he called Heather. Because he was with Bella, who they'd come to trust like family, she made no complaint over him taking a night to combat his stress by getting stuck into a computer problem. Though guilt pecked a hole in his stomach, they exchanged their usual 'I love you' before he hung up. Bella mixed him another cocktail - this one bright green and glowing with spectral gases. "When you travelled for twenty minutes, you must have been gone for close to a year..."

"Almost exactly twelve months."

"What could the mentors have wanted to show you for a whole year?"

"I didn't meet any mentors, other than the professors I already had. I relived my first year of college."

"Fascinating! I've heard of this but never experienced it. I used to hope the mentors could show me where I went when I disappeared and lost all memory of my time away. The mentors let people relive the past if they have an opportunity to make amends for something or if they're sending a warning, so maybe my time away was just boring and uneventful."

"Seems pretty unlikely with you, Mrs. Goth."

As she spoke, Conrad sipped the glowing green cocktail. When he'd finished his drink, he looked down. The empty glass appeared to float on thin air, and he could scarcely make out the faint lines marking his fingertips. He really was a ghost.

Bewildered, he set down the glass on the bar and turned around. Bella watched him with excitement, trying to read his face for a reaction. "Jump-scare!" he shouted, and Bella gasped.

"You're getting better at that," she said with a laugh.

"Jump-scaring feels easier without a body to drag around. But I can't let Heather and the kids see me like this. How long does it last?"

"The sofa's all yours until you've sobered up, and you'll be back to normal by then. But tell me: who are you thinking about right now?"

"Heather and the kids, like always."

Bella smiled. "Good. That's the most important thing. Now go ahead, possess some of the furniture and get this out of your system. I know you want to."

He knew it was time to tell Heather the truth, but tonight, his mind - and body - wasn't right for such a serious conversation. After Bella and her family had gone to bed upstairs, he floated around the house with the cats tailing his every move. Finding the piano open and unattended, he grinned mischievously. Bella was right. He felt an uncontrollable urge to possess the sturdy instrument and jumped inside.

Possessing furniture was a lot harder than it looked, with the treble strings catching on his broad shoulders each time he floated upward. Still, he'd rather possess a grand piano than a litter box.

He had his fun before he passed out on the sofa. For a few hours, he had practically forgotten Ximena's name. But as morning came, he woke remembering what Bella had said about the mentors. He thought finding Rafa would make amends for his past, but it had only caused trouble and he still couldn't find him.

As Conrad headed to work, he wracked his brain trying to figure out what the mentors had wanted him to notice. ->

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NOTE: Thursday's flashback will let us all see what Conrad saw!

NOTE 2: Not the most responsible night for ol' Conrad, but the stress is still there despite telling Ximena to take a hike. Between fearing her and knowing Heather needs to know the truth but fearing how that conversation will go, dude's cracking! We may judge. Also I wasn't entirely positive what the drink would do before I had Bella make it for him. I had an inkling but didn't look it up, so this was technically an unplanned night of dropped responsibilities for Conrad, who's built a very responsible rep!

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