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[dazed-and-confused23]

"Bring her in" 5

Part 1

Warnings! Cunnilingus and heavy petting. Come eating and a pussy drunk Chibs.

The reunion with Chibs is as joyful as it is stressful. Tara is still missing, and you feel as useless as can be with your bum leg. Tig assures you that he and the others will be careful when they go to speak with Alverez, but you still have a bad feeling about all of it. Then Stahl gets involved, and you have to watch from the van as Tig chases after the kids and loses them. You'd cursed and snarled up a storm, knowing that if they didn't hurry, then Tara would be a dead woman.

And here comes Jax and the rest of the club, back from Ireland at the best and worst of times. Jax is livid, and you can't blame him for being upset over the situation. You have a feeling that your shadows would do whatever it took to get you back if you were in Tara's situation.

It's not until Tara is back and safe that the three of you get some alone time, and even then, you feel like you are on a time limit with them. And there was. You knew about Jax and his plan for Stahl, and then their voluntary booking for the next fourteen months.

The night before it all goes to shit, you lead your shadows to your house, back tense with anticipation. You didn’t want them to leave without a proper goodbye, and your leg was healed enough that it wouldn't get in the way of what you had planned.

While Tig slips into the shower, Chibs pulls you close, arms tight around your waist as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. You hold him just as tightly, needing him to know that you were there for him. Ireland had been hard for the Scotsman. You pet his hair, lips pursed to press a kiss against the top of his head.

“I've got you, baby,” you murmur and tighten your hold on him, sitting back on the couch and pulling him with you. He stretches out, his upper half pressed against your chest, and you slide a hand into his shaggy hair, gently scratching his scalp.

“Glad to be back home,” Chibs grumbles into your neck, and tightens his grip on you, pressing his lips to the hollow of your throat. He is more than relieved to be back in the States. Seeing his daughter and Ex-Wife had been hard, and the death of his nephew even worse after Jimmy’s betrayal. He had yearned to call you while in Ireland, but there hadn’t been enough time. Not to mention everything else that you and Tig were dealing with.

Now they had this one evening together before the deal with Stahl was finalized, and he and Tig would be locked up for the next fourteen months.

“I’m glad you’re back,” You tell him and lean your head back into the cushions of the couch, allowing Chibs more room to explore. He eagerly takes the hint, his beard scratching against your flesh as he begins to lavish soft kisses and nips to your throat. You sigh in pleasure, nails pressing into his scalp.

“Was hard without you, darlin’,” Chibs says, and pulls back enough to look at you, adjusting to hold himself up on the couch so that he can reach out and cup the back of your neck, tugging you close and pressing his brow to your own. He closes the distance, his lips pressing against yours in a soft kiss, but it swiftly becomes demanding, his tongue sliding along the seam of your lips.

You open up to him with ease, sighing into the heated exchange and gently sucking his tongue into your mouth, your own slick muscle sliding along his messily. It feels so nice to be able to kiss and hold Chibs again, the worry you carried on your shoulders during his absence loosening until it disappears. The hand that doesn’t hold the back of your neck slides along your side, fingertips creeping up and under your shirt to touch the skin beneath.

“Tig told me he tasted you, love.” He breathes against your lips, and you open your eyes to see him watching you with a lust-filled gaze, his brown eyes so dark they look black.

“Made me into a jealous man.”

You shiver under him, blushing at the reminder. You slide a hand from his neck and cup his face, tracing the scars along his cheek. Your voice is breathless when you speak, heat creeping down your spine to pool heavily between your legs.

“Take your turn then, Chibs.”

The Scot doesn’t need any more encouragement than that. He shifts down the couch, his hands pulling at your shorts, catching the band of your underwear and tugging both down in one fell swoop. You shiver when the air hits your cunt, your folds already sticky with arousal.

Chibs groans at the sight and settles more comfortably between your thighs, his shoulders forcing your legs to accommodate him. He reaches forward, swiping his knuckle through your lower lips, and you watch with baited breath as he slips his finger into his mouth, cleaning off your slick with a sigh. He tucks one arm over your hips to keep you from squirming away from him, and then leans in, tongue licking a stripe through your pussy.

Tig lopes down the stairs and stops just inside the living room, taking in the sight of his brother between your thighs. His cock throbs in his pants when he sees the rapturous look on your face, brows scrunched and lip trapped between your teeth. He eases closer to get a better look, rounding the couch and dropping to his knees beside you. Tig reaches for your face, then leans in to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

Chibs glances up when he hears your muffled moans, lips curling into a mean smirk against your cunt at the sight. He presses his tongue deeper, curling into your sopping entrance and drinking down the creamy slick that leaks steadily from deep within you. His free hand slides along your inner thighs, creeping up until his fingertips can trace your puffy folds.

Tig’s hands find the buttons of your shirt and pop them open in quick succession, baring you for his greedy eyes. He trails kisses down from your lips, pressing closer until he reaches the valley of your breasts. One hand teases a peaked nipple, his lips wrapping around the other and gently sucking the precious bud into his mouth.

They only had one evening to taste you, to take you, and neither was one to miss such an opportunity.

You are trapped between them, your body hot and sweat gathering on your lower back as you fight the urge to come so quickly. The feeling of your shadows pressed so close is overwhelming, but you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Chibs works you closer and closer, his tongue insistent, and his fingers pressed deep within your cunt, curling and stroking your soft walls until he finds that spot that makes you gasp and jerk in his hold. He grins when slick rushes out, coating his beard and face and making the slide of his fingers easier. Chibs focuses on that spot, lips wrapping around your throbbing clit and suckling gently.

“Come on, baby,” Tig rumbles above you, and leans back to cradle your face between his hands. He angles you so that you can look down at Chibs and see the mess you’ve made on his face, “Make his day, yeah?”

You grit your teeth, wanting to hold on for just a bit longer, but then Chibs rakes his teeth across your clit and that thread snaps. You curse loudly, hips bucking as you come. The Scot groans against your cunt, tongue curling and scooping, working you through your orgasm until you are whining for him to stop. Slowly, excruciatingly, Chibs withdraws his fingers and sits up on his knees, looming over you with a look so feral that you might have thought him mad.

You lay there, eyes glassy and breasts shaking as you try and catch your breath. Tig allows you to lean back against the couch, and you toss an arm across your eyes with a long sigh, your body finally relaxing.

Your shadows share a look, and Chibs stands so that Tig can gather you in his arms, standing up to lope up the stairs. They would have to go fourteen months without you. Without your sweet kisses and kind words. Without the taste of your cunt and the feel of your lips wrapped around their cocks. They would take everything and more from you tonight, and you would gladly give them all of it.

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[dazed-and-confused23]

"Bring her in" 4

Warnings! Heavy petting and soft smut ahead!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

The day you are patched in isn’t a good day. Abel is missing, and Half-Sack is dead. You’ve got a bullet hole in your leg, and the club is more divided than ever between Jax and Clay. There isn’t a celebration for your patch, not that you mind, it is hard to be in a good mood when so much is going on. Tig is on edge with the addition of Kozik, and Chibs is even worse off after the shit show with Jimmy and his ex-wife.

That had been an awkward meeting, but you’d just given the older woman a crooked smile and told her that you were doing your best to keep the Scot safe. You don’t think she believed you, but you weren’t worried about that. There were more pressing matters to attend to.

The crew wanted you to stay in Charming with Tig and Piney while they went off to Belfast. You’d argued against it, but Jax had shot it down, stating that he needed you to stay because you had the most level head out of everyone who was staying behind. You’d sighed and dropped the argument after that, but it still unnerved you to watch the men you’d begun to see as family pack up and leave for Ireland.

Chibs had pulled you in close, lips pressed to your brow, and arms tight around your waist as he held you against him. You’d clutched him just as close, burying your face in his chest and demanding that he be safe while he was gone. The Scot had huffed and brought you in for a fierce kiss, his scruff scratching your face and his hand cradling your jaw like you were a precious piece of art.

You ignored the whistles and catcalls from the other men, lips quirking up in a fond smile as you kissed him back, remembering the feel of his lips and the heat of his body in case something happened while he was gone.

Tig held you close when you got back to the clubhouse, the two of you cooped up on one of the couches littered around the bar. You leaned into his weight, a heavy sigh leaving you. The day had drained you, and the shit with Lumpy had rubbed you wrong, so you couldn’t help but be worried about the old man.

“What’s on your mind, hun?” Tig murmurs. He can see the worry lines that creased your brow. His hand rubbed up and down your side, and you easily leaned more of your weight into him to take.

“Just worried. Tiggy,” You murmur and wince when the stitches on your leg pull when you shift on the couch. Your shadow hums and presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“Yeah, me too, babe. They’ll be fine, I’m sure,” He nods down at your leg, wanting to change the subject to try and take your mind off the rest of the club. “How’s the leg?”

Tig had been the one to tackle you to the ground during the drive-by, though he hadn’t been fast enough before a round had torn into your thigh. Thankfully, you were the only club member to be shot, but that night had been terrible regardless. You’d have to hold the curly-haired man tight and promise him more than a couple of times that it wasn’t his fault. The poor guy had a guilt complex a mile long.

“Doesn’t hurt as much now, but I’ll probably limp for a long time, huh?” you say and gently smooth your hand over your sweats. You couldn’t wear jeans with the thick bandages.

Tig watches you, wetting his lips as an idea comes to mind. He shifts beside you, scooting down the couch so that he is more level, lips grazing against your ear, “Want me to make it feel better?”

You shiver, eyes going half-lidded. For the most part, your relationship with your two shadows was mostly tame. They got handsy when booze was involved, but you never minded the attention. But maybe it was time to step forward in your relationship with them.

You turn, giving Tig all of your attention, your body feeling hot at the thought of his hands on you. You reach up and gently tug a lock of curly hair, eyes heavy with growing interest, “Okay.”

That is all Tig needed to hear. He surges forward, one hand finding your hip and the other holding your jaw firmly. He kisses you harshly, his facial hair rough against your face as he presses closer, mouth opening so that he can lick into your mouth with a soft groan.

Slick muscles tangle together in a soft dance of affection, and you find yourself shifting, your hands sliding into his curly hair to bring him closer to you. He smells like motor oil and road sweat, but it's the hottest thing that's ever curled around you. Tig grasps you by the waist, turning you so that you lie back on the couch, and you are left looking up into those blue, blue eyes of his.

“Gonna make you feel good, baby,” Tig swears softly and pushes your shirt up, lips pressing against the sensitive flesh of your stomach and grinning when you twitch under him. He is easy with your leg as he adjusts himself between your thighs, hands seeking scarred, soft flesh until they find the waistband of your sweatpants. He tugs gently, looking up at you through thick lashes.

“Can I take ‘em off, sweetheart?”

The question gives you pause. This would be the first time that either of your shadows would see you naked. You lick your lips and glance around the clubhouse. No one seemed to be here, so you looked back at Tig and gave a nod, your lips turning into a small smile.

“Please?”

Tig doesn't need to be told twice. He hooks his fingers into the waistband and begins to tug them down, though he does make sure to leave your underwear snug around your cunt. It wouldn't do for someone else to see such treasure.

He can see a wet spot staining the fabric of your panties, and the sight has his cock throbbing in his pants. He licks his lips and leans in, teeth nipping gently across your clothed clit. You jump against his face, a soft sigh leaving you when your shadow flattens his tongue and licks along your pantyline, the tip of his tongue sliding past the fabric to tease the sensitive flesh below.

Tig wants to bury his face in your cunt and die there. You smell amazing, the soap you use thick in the air that mingles with the scent of thick, musky arousal. He slides his tongue under your undies, sighing with pleasure when he gets a taste of succulent slick that leaks from your pussy like a waterfall. Fuck. Chibs was going to be so jealous.

“Aye, so what the plan- Woah!”

Tig jerks away from the apex of your thighs, and you snarl in pain when he accidentally jars your injured leg. He quickly apologizes and helps you slide your sweats back on before leveling a seething glare at Kozik, who stood on the other side of the bar, his hands up in surrender.

“Sorry, man. I didn't know that any extracurricular activities were going on.”

You can’t help but snort and fall back onto the couch. Your fun had been ruined, but you couldn't be too mad. There would be plenty more opportunities later.

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[dazed-and-confused23]

"Bring her in" 3

Part 1 Part 2

You sit by Chibs’ bedside, back aching from the uncomfortable chair. Tara had told the club that he was in stable condition and could accept visitors, but she doubted that he would be very lucid if he woke up during their visits. You’d shrugged, uncaring if he was awake or not, you wanted to come see how the Scot was doing. The rest of the MC was busy dealing with Zobelle, and you’d gladly take babysitting duty instead of dealing with the white supremacists.

You’d found out from Gemma about what happened to her once she was released from the hospital. Her fear of the same thing happening to you prompted her to break her silence and share. You’d held her hand and assured the older woman that you’d bite the cock off any man who wasn’t part of SAMCRO if they even thought about touching you or the other women associated with the club. It warmed you when Gemma huffed a laugh and gave you a careful side hug.

You didn’t approve of her continued silence, but you understood her reasons for not wanting to tell Clay or Jax yet. They’d tear Charming apart for her if they knew about the rape.

A soft sigh beside you gains your attention, and you look to see Chibs frowning in his sleep, his brow furrowed and making the scars on his face scrunch. You wait patiently, expecting him to settle and fall back to sleep, but the opposite happens. Those dark eyes crack open and looks around, that frown falling from his lips when he catches sight of you sitting beside him.

“What’re you doin’ ‘ere, lass?” His voice is rough from disuse, but you find his thick accent charming.

You stand so that Chibs doesn’t have to move his head as much and offer him a soft smile, reaching out to lightly squeeze his hand. His grip tightens on your fingers when you go to pull away, so you just leave your hand in his own.

“Wanted to make sure you were alright, old man,” you tease lightly, and Chibs huffs at you, though his lips quirked up in a soft smirk.

“Smart arse,” He drawls and you shrug, a weary grin turning your mouth.

“It’s what I’m best at,” you murmur and concern worms its way forward, and you carefully sit on the edge of the bed. “Seriously though, how’re you feeling?”

Chibs is silent for a while, long enough that you’d think he’d gone back to sleep if his eyes weren’t still open. He squeezes your hand again before speaking up, “Head aches somethin’ awful, but havin’ you here makes it better, sweetheart.”

It’s your turn to huff. Your relationship with Chibs and Tig had changed since that night you broke Rey Chavez’s nose. Wherever you went, the two men were your constant shadows, going with you on runs and making sure that you got home safe at night. It felt nice to have that protection, and neither man ever went any further than a sweet kiss against your brow before they left you for the evening.

You were content with it and didn’t expect much from either of them. You knew they had their own vices, so you were just happy that they seemed to prefer your company to the sweetbutts of the MC or the porn stars at Cara Cara.

“I know something that’d make me feel better, though,” Chibs croaks after a moment, and you give him your attention, your cheeks flushing at the heavy-lidded look he is giving you. Chibs tugs your hand, his lips turning up in a smirk, “Come ‘ere, luv.”

Carefully, you lean down. You know what he wants, but it makes you nervous to give it to him. Change is heavy in the air, and it’s up to you to make the next move. You search his eyes, but find nothing but contentment within them, so you steel yourself and close the distance.

Chibs’ lips are chapped from his stay in the hospital, but they are soft, and he welcomes you closer with a low sound of want. You keep the kiss slow and tame, but Chibs grows impatient and raises his free hand, sliding it into your hair and tugging you down to deepen the kiss. You suck in a sharp breath, but this is something you have wanted for weeks now, and happily take up his pace.

Chibs is breathing heavily when the kiss breaks, but the look on his face is rapturous, and you can’t help but lean down to press a gentle peck against his scarred cheek: “Feel better?”

The Scot grins up at you, head cocking to the side, “I think I might need another dose, doc.”

You snicker at his teasing and close the distance, your lips meeting his just in time for the door to his room to open and admit your other shadow. You take your time pulling away, and Chibs laughs the second that he sees the put-out expression on his brother’s face. You turn to see Tig standing there, a pout on his lips, before he digs in his wallet and pulls out a twenty. Trager lopes forward and tosses the bill at Chibs, blue eyes narrowed.

“This is cheating, brother,” Tig drawls, but it only makes Chibs laugh harder. You watch the exchange in bemusement, not surprised that the men had made a bet like this. Chibs calms and tightens his grip on your hand to get your attention, nodding at the Sergeant at Arms with a smirk.

“Outta make it even, luv. Don’t want him to pout too long, bad for the complexion,” He teases, and Tig bares his teeth in a soft sneer at the Scot. You laugh and stand, coming to a halt in front of Tig and cocking your head.

“Can’t have that, can we?” you snicker, and then Tig is grabbing you by the face, his lips demanding, and you can do nothing but hang on to his shoulders as he kisses the life out of you. You don’t know how this will work, but the three of you are content with whatever this is for now, and it’d take hell to drag you away from them.

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[dazed-and-confused23]

"Bring her in" 2

Part 1. Part 3

The first couple of weeks are rough. SAMCRO has you doing the most menial of shit that they can think of, but you do learn more about mechanics and fine-tuning your bike in those weeks, so it’s not all bad. It’s picking up the clubhouse after a wild night of partying that really got under your skin, and being at their beck and call for whatever tiny task they could think of. You knew why they were doing it, but you gritted your teeth and pulled through. You weren’t about to let them bully you out of getting patched in.

You met the other prospect, Half-sack, not long after the meeting, and the two of you became quick friends, though you couldn’t help but be a little jealous that he was given more “light work” than you. You knew for a fact that he didn’t have to clear nearly as many clogged toilets as you did.

It wasn’t for another couple of months that the club began to treat you more like a prospect and less like a maid. You were invited out on more runs than usual, your opinion was sought out more often, and the resentment seemed to have disappeared after you proved yourself useful in a shootout. It felt nice to be part of something, but it was cemented one evening during another party.

You were about three months out from being patched, and SAMCRO had decided to throw a party when members of the Phoenix Charter came up for a meeting. The celebration was in full swing, with liquor, loud music, and scantily clad women as far as the eye could see.

You were on the way to deliver Clay and Gemma some more booze when someone grabbed you by the arm. They jerk you off balance, and the bottles go flying, shattering on the sticky floor. Whoever has you pays the mess no mind and pulls you into their lap, their hands demanding and trying to slip under your shirt and down your pants.

You fight back the second that you get your bearings, falling from his lap and whipping around to punch Rey Chavez in the nose. Your hand hurts, but you know his face hurts more after you hear the satisfying crack of his nose breaking.

“Fuckin’ bitch,” Rey snarls and stands, grabbing you by the cut and shaking you roughly, “You’re gonna regret that shit.”

The commotion gains the attention of the closest Redwood members, and the next thing you know, Tig is pulling you behind his frame, and Chibs is in Rey’s face, hands fisted in his shirt as he snarls down at him.

“Are you fuckin’ blind?” The Scotsman hisses and shakes Rey as he had you, “She’s part of the club, not some sweet arse that you can paw at.”

You look around, shocked to see that most of the MC has paused whatever they had been doing to focus on your group in the middle of the room. Happy looks one second away from spitting the head on the Phoenix member that he’d been drinking with and you’ve never seen Juice look so pissed off before, his face set in a scowl and hands clenched at his sides.

Jax is already wading through the crowds while Chibs hasn’t stopped snarling insults in Rey’s face. You are only pulled out of taking it all in when Tig gets your attention, gently tugging you away from Chibs and back behind the bar, where you wouldn’t be in the middle of it anymore.

“You alright, sweetheart?” Tig asks, and you look up to meet his blue eyes, nodding slowly and wincing when you hear the sound of a fight breaking out not a second later. Tig looks just as furious as the rest of the club, shoulders bunched and itching to get out there and show the other charter what happens when you mess with one of their own, but someone needed to make sure their prospect was okay.

“Uh, yeah. He didn’t get the chance to do anything to me,” you mutter and drop your hand when you notice that you’d been clutching at his cut, a soft flush painting your face as you look away from him. You feel terrible for causing trouble, but you’re not sorry that you punched Rey in the face.

“Sorry, Tig. I didn’t mean to fuck up the party.”

A scared knuckle tucks under your chin, and Tig smiles down at you, “Don’t worry about that, baby. If you hadn’t, then we would have eventually. Rey Rey has always been a problem.”

“You did good, kid,” Clay says from the other side of the bar, and you feel yourself relax. If the president wasn’t upset, then you had nothing to worry about. “How about you go on home? Take the weekend?”

You lick your lips and nod, “Are you sure? I can come back in the morning to help clean up?”

But Clay waves you away, a fond smile on his lips, “Don’t worry about that. Half-Sack can take care of it for us.”

He turns to Tig and nods out the door, glancing to his left when Chibs appears by his side, “They’ll make sure you get home safe.”

“It’ll be an honor,” Chibs teases and leans over the bar to fish his jacket out from beneath it, shrugging it on as Tig does the same thing, “Don’t want anyone else thinking they can take ya from us, lass.”

You flush again and swallow harshly. This wasn’t the first time that the men had flirted with you, but it was new, not unwelcome, but you didn’t know how to react to it.

Tig snickers at your face and wraps an arm around your waist, leading you out of the clubhouse and down where the bikes are parked, “Come on, babe. You can ride with me.”

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[dazed-and-confused23]

Mojave Raptors

Summary: Owen Grady would do anything to save his beautiful girls, so when Dr. Henry Wu approaches him about an underground sanctuary under the Mojave Desert, he believes him. Turns out that Vault-Tec approached Henry early on, urging him to get Grady inside Vault 47. Would have thought they'd be put under ice and experimented on?

Pairings: None so far. Might not be any other than Owen/The Raptor Squad

Warning: none so far. Illegal experiments but this is Vault-Tec so *shrugs*

*notes* Hiii loves. It's been a long time since I've posted anything fallout. This is the start of a rewrite of a work I did quite a while back on Ao3 called Raptors in the Wasteland. I've been wanting to do this for a while and now that my mojo is back on figured why the hell not? Anyway. I hope you guys enjoy it! ❤️❤️

Link to AO3-> HERE

Owen Grady, raptor handler and ex-navy, wakes up to the sound of a blaring klaxon alarm. His body feels stiff, frozen almost, which, as he comes to find out, actually is. His eyes crack open as the pod that holds him hisses open, the hatch raising and allowing Owen to spill out and onto the floor. He groans, throat raw from lack of use, and shivers, frost encrusting his lashes and making it hard to feel his toes.

He lay there for a while, just trying his best to get his bearings before slowly pushing himself up. Owen’s entire body ached as if he’d just raced his girls across the island on foot rather than on his motorcycle. He glances around, frowning when he finds himself inside what looks like a laboratory, pods just like the one that held him lining the walls with terminals attached to each one.

Owen waddles over to the one across from him, stiff fingers investigating the terminal, and his heart speeding up when he reads the notes left behind.

Subject void and not susceptible to experimentation. Termination recommended.

He stumbles back, feeling sick as he looks through the foggy glass of the cryotube, swallowing harshly when he sees the frozen corpse staring back at him. Terrible curiosity swells inside of him, and Owen turns to look at the terminal attached to his cryopod. Sighing, he clacks at the keys, biting his lip as he reads through the terminal.

December 14th, 2077- The subject has taken well to the augmentations, and the mental connection is strong and viable, Subject CODE B seems to latch onto Grady's subconscious with ease. Further monitoring is recommended before we move on to the next ones.

February 24th. 2078- Subject CODE C was a success! Dr. Wu was correct in selecting Grady. Hopefully, he will be able to handle the other two.

March 10th, 2078- Complications rose with the merging of Grady and CODE D, but the connection is stable so far. Close monitoring is recommended for the next sixty days until we move on to the final subject.

May 11th, 2078- We’ve done it! Grady almost didn’t make it this time, which would have been a rather disastrous thing, for him at least, but the connection made between him and CODE E remains strong. Once we receive the all-clear signal from HQ, we will see about doing trial runs.

Owen clicks out of the terminal, that ill feeling so overwhelming that he has to dart to the nearest bin and gag into it. Nothing comes out, his stomach empty and aching for who knew how long he’d been under. He lets himself panic for a bit before taking a deep breath that burns his lungs, and pulling himself together. It wasn’t hard to figure out what, or who, the other test subjects were. These scientists hadn’t been very creative with renaming his girls.

Now that he’d calmed down some, Owen took stock of himself. He felt normal for the most part, starving and cold, but his mind felt stuffed full, thick with muddled thoughts that he could tell weren’t his own. He licks his lips and settles on the floor, the cold anchoring him. He focuses on the strongest connection, pressing at it until something snaps inside his brain and the voice of his beautiful Blue comes rocketing through.

<Alpha? Owen, is that you?>

The relief Owen feels at knowing his Beta is alive is all-consuming. Tears well up and spill over without a preamble, and he sucks in a shuddering breath before replying.

<I’m here, Blue. Where are you?>

A mental image of a lab similar to his flashes through his mind, the word Biogenetics at the forefront. He nods even if his girl can’t see it and stands up, wobbling only a little bit, before his legs steady and he can leave the lab behind. He follows the mental pull down several flights of stairs, grimacing when he comes across several skeletons in lab coats. It takes decades for bodies to decompose to that state, and the further Owen descends, the worse of a feeling he gets.

On the fifth floor, Owen finally comes across Biogenetics. He forces the creaking door open, eyes going wide when he finds his beautiful blue floating inside an antibacterial chamber, wires and tubes hooked into the raptor and a breathing apparatus suctioned around her muzzle. Owen darts to the closest terminal, the panic he feels from Blue clouding his thoughts until he begins to whisper soft words of encouragement to her.

It takes a moment, but soon the chamber begins to drain, alarms flashing around them, and Owen waits anxiously. Once the thick, goopy water has drained, the cylinder begins to rise into the ceiling, and Owen has to dive forward to catch Blue before she collapses to the ground. His girl is nothing but dead weight, but he’d rather have her land on him instead of the floor beneath.

Within seconds, Blue is back on her feet, reptilian instincts screaming at her to look for danger after being stuck for so long. She feels different, her mind far more full of thoughts and emotions than she can remember. She swings her head to look at Owen, jaw shivering, and a small chuff leaving her lips at the sight of her Alpha.

Owen reaches for her, hands gentle as he begins to untangle the wires and thin tubes that hang from her body before taking off the respirator, allowing his best girl to breathe properly. He promptly gets sneezed on, but Owen doesn’t mind.

Blue flexes her hands, lip curling in a snarl when she looks down at them. Her arms are different, longer, and more flexible, not to mention the extra digit that hangs limp on the inside of her palms. She snaps her head back up, a snort snarl echoing in the room.

<They did this to us. Changed us.>

Owen grimaces and nods, carefully reaching out to touch those dangerous claws, fingers trailing down to the extra digits until Blue pulls her hands away, tucking them close to her chest.

“I guess that’s what I get for trusting Ingen and Dr. Wu when the world is coming to an end. They sold us to Vault-Tec. I’d know a vault like this anywhere.”

Things hadn’t been great for Jurassic World during the end of the world; everyone knew that the bombs would drop eventually, and Owen had done everything he could think of to save himself and his pack from such a fate. So when Henry Wu had approached him a month before the bombs fell, telling him about a research facility deep under the Mojave Desert, Owen had jumped at the opportunity. The last thing that he’d expected was to be tossed into a cryo-chamber and his girls to be experimented on.

Blue hisses when he brings up Wu, sickle claw tapping against the concrete floor, and tail whipping side to side. She had never trusted the doctor, but she trusted her Alpha. Soft, human hands come into her vision, and Blue butts her nose against one of them, refamiliarizing herself with the scent of Owen.

“I’m sorry, Blue. I got us into this mess,” Owen murmurs and gently scratches the tip of her nose, sending her an apologetic smile that falls flat.

<Not your fault. You were tricked by nasty doctors and scientists. I want to know what they did to me. To us>

Owen nods, dropping his hand and taking a look around the room. They find a terminal in the corner, covered in dust but still in working order. He lopes over, and Blue follows him, only to curse when he finds that the terminal is under a password lock. Before he can feel too defeated, his Beta noses him out of the way, and Owen watches with slack-jawed awe as the Velociraptor begins to hack the computer. Her claws fly over the keyboard with scary precision, and within a minute, the terminal is open to them.

Blue chitters in victory, looking at her hands with a new sort of appreciation. She can feel the shocked pride coming from her Alpha and can’t help but puff herself up, preening under his attention when Owen pets the top of her head, sending her one of those bared-teeth grins that mean she did a good job.

“That’s… damn good Blue. Damn good,” Owen murmurs and Blue chitters again, happy to have helped her Alpha. They both look back at the screen, and she navigates it easily, a bubbling growl leaving her throat when she begins to read.

February 19th, 2090- With the success of Project Nova, we will be moving on to the experimentation process with Subjects CODE B-E. Let’s get to it, people!

March 3rd, 2090- Subject CODE B has taken remarkably well to the introduction of primate and human stem cells. Her brain is developing at a remarkable pace, and her forelimbs have begun to mutate. It is a slow process, but we have high hopes that this will be successful.

June 7th, 2090- The experimentation process has been deemed successful, but CODE B is far too dangerous to safely test. We will simply have to wait until HQ gets back to us about leaving the vault. Wu is in charge of Grady, and he thinks he isn’t ready to be thawed yet. Bastard.

September 26th, 2099- Test subjects CODES C-E have been moved to other vaults and the Big Mountain Science Facility to continue specific experimentations. Too many resources have been used up with CODE B and Grady. Listed below are the locations.

Vault 47 - CODE B

Vault 34 - CODE E

Vault 22- CODE C

Big MT- CODE D

Owen steps away from the terminal, collapsing into a nearby chair and dropping his hands into his face. His girls, his wonderful, beautiful girls, were scattered across the Mojave Desert, and he’d never even heard of Big Mountain before. How in the hell was he supposed to find Delta? He was sure that there was a map somewhere in this god-forsaken place that could tell him where the other vaults were.

“We've got to find your sisters, Blue. I can feel them in my head. They're muted, stretched thin, but they're there,” he murmurs and Blue clicks across the floor, shoving her big head between his arms and nosing at his chest. She chuffs at him, big golden eyes meeting his own.

<I can feel them too, far away, but present. Like you said.> Blue intones, and her voice is a soothing balm against his agitated brain.

<We will find them.>

Owen rests his brow against her sturdy frame, sighing heavily before pushing away the sorry feelings. They didn't have time to feel bad right now, not when his girls were out there and in danger. Blue backs up and he stands to his full height and gives his Beta a tight-lipped smile that she meets with a snort-snarl.

“Let's get out of here, girl. Find out if we're even in Kansas anymore.”

The two of them make their way up the levels, investigating rooms and other labs for any clue as to what happened while they were trapped inside the vault. Owen reads a couple more terminals and the information makes his heart plummet even further. Once they find the Overseer's office, he has to stop them from going any further, that panic begging to settle back in after they take a look at the entries.

“200 years, Blue,” he whispers, voice broken and distraught, “If I couldn't feel the others I'd be sure they would be dead.”

Blue hisses, one dexterous hand coming up to tap at her jaw in thought. 200 years was a very long time, but they would be fine. She was sure of it. She steps close and nudges her Alpha, chattering and huffing at him to get a move on.

<We go. Find civilization and demand answers. If they do not give us what we need. I will eat them.>

Owen can't help but laugh, even though he knows that his best girl is being serious. He stands, stomach suddenly cramping with the need for nourishment. Blue was right. They needed to get out of there before they both starved to death. He couldn't imagine how Blue was feeling right now.

Blue investigates the terminal once more, and with a few clicks of the keys, a hidden exit begins to hiss open under the desk. They follow it down, winding past labs until they arrive at a massive cog door that would lead them out. Owen taps at the console, lips between his teeth and nerves slithering down his spine. He has no idea what they are going to face out here, but he can be glad of one thing. Blue was here, with him, and her calming presence was exactly what he needed.

“Ready girl?” He asks as alarms begin to blare. His best girl snarls, sickle claw tapping and tail twitching.

<Yes!>

And many thanks to my lovely wifey for giving this a little read before I posted it. You are a dear @goth-mami-writer

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"Bring her in"

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4

"We have never had a female prospect, let alone a woman within the club. So why would we start now?" Bobby demands and eyes Clay and Jax at the top of the table when they just look at him, brows raised and exasperated, he huffs and leans back in his chair, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

"All I'm saying is I think it's a bad idea."

"I second that," Opie murmurs across from him and ignores the betrayed head tilt from Jax. He shrugs a shoulder, "Shit we do is dangerous, always has been. I don't feel comfortable putting a woman at risk like that."

Chibs grunts in agreement beside him, arms crossed and a heavy frown on his scarred face. All eyes turn to Juice when the young man speaks up.

"I think it'd be a good idea. Not everything can be solved by the way we do things. No one expects a woman to do the things we do."

There are several nods around the table at his point. There were several situations SAMCRO has faced that could have been solved with a woman's touch, and not from one of their old ladies. Jax leans forward, hand clasped in front of him as he looks at each member of the M.C.

"And that's what we need more of. Smart, capable people who have the club in their best interest. She's got that in her. I can tell, and so can Clay."

As one, the inner members turn and look at the president. Clay sighs heavily and nods after a long moment of silence."

"I don't like it either, but our Vice President isn't wrong. SAMCRO is growing, and we need to be stronger. If bringing a woman into the club is the way to go - well, so be it."

Clay waits for any other objections before continuing, 'Let's vote.'

"They go around the table, receiving yea's from Clay, Tig, Piney, Happy, Juice, and Jax. Chibs, Opie, and Bobby vote in the negative, but the majority has ruled. Clay raises the gavel and smacks it down."

"Bring her in.”

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Naughty List

Pairings: Hawks x Female Reader

Summary: You wait up for your boyfriend on Christmas Day, worried that he had forgotten.

You sigh heavily. You knew that your boyfriend was a busy man. He was the number two hero after all, but you had hoped that he would have at least remembered how much Christmas meant to you. It was your favorite holiday, and you always went full blast with the decorations and music. Hot chocolate every night and sugar cookies and other sweets that you loved. This year, you had wanted to share that with Keigo.

But the longer you wait, the more you think that your boyfriend wouldn't show. It was nearing midnight by now, and you couldn't help but stare out the balcony window of your home, hoping to see a familiar set of wings and the body attached to them. You didn't like feeling upset with your boyfriend, but you couldn't help feeling hurt over his absence.

Keigo had promised you that he would be here before midnight, had swore himself blue in the face until you were a laughing mess, and had to shove him away, sides aching with laughter. So where was he?

Another ten minutes passed, and you were tempted to go ahead and turn off the lights and go to bed when you heard the sound of jingle bells. Your brow furrows, and you look up just in time to see a flash of red go by your window. Excitement bubbles in your gut, and you jump up to push the balcony doors open, uncaring of the cold wind that immediately makes your hair whip around your face.

You see that flash of red again, and a smile lights up your face when your boyfriend finally comes into view. He is wearing a full Santa suit, a string of golden bells tied across his chest and a thick, white beard covering his face. You step back so that he can land and cackle when the hero juts out his belly and puts his hand on his hips.

"Aren't pretty girls like you supposed to be in bed this time of night? I'd hate to put you on my naughty list."

His voice is pitched deep, and there is a teasing tilt to it that only makes you giggle harder. But you play along.

"Oh, Santa. I was only waiting up to try and get a glimpse of you, I promise I'm a good girl."

Those golden eyes of his narrow, and you can see the mischievous smirk that curls his lips as he steps closer to you, "Well, now. If that's the case, how about you show me how good of a girl you are."

As Keigo pushes you back inside your home, you can't help but scold yourself. You should have known your hero would come through.

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Written by @elsodex and illustrated by me!

So, this took root 1 day to write, me 100 hours to draw and you 10 seconds to read (spend a little longer plz?)

Really proud of this one! I wanted to practice action and experiment with different coloring styles and I thank root so much for being patient as I tried out different things. Root, I loved going back and forth with you over the pages at every stage. I adore how you captured both Talanah's and Aloy's voices as they casually converse while fighting an angry Thunderjaw. Hope you enjoyed the Sunhawk teasing her Thrush!!

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Sake?

Pairings: Shunsui Kyoraku x Reader

Shunsui meets you when out on patrol, for even captains like himself have to get out of the Soul Society every once in a while. He’s jumping from roof to roof, keeping a close eye out for any hollows that may be lurking nearby. When he spots you sitting on the next building, he silently lands on. You are leaning back on your hands, face pointed toward the sky while you idly kick your feet back and forth. Your presence makes him stop, curious despite himself, when he spots the expensive bottle of sake that sits on your left.

The captain can tell that you have some spiritual energy, and it becomes obvious when you crack an eye open. You meet his gaze, lips tugging up into a small grin that makes Shunsui’s gut tug in interest. He lopes forward, his sandals slapping quietly against the concrete.

“You can see me, eh?” Kyoraku murmurs. It isn’t often that he comes across a human that has enough reiryoko that they can see shinigami.

“Been watching you for a little while,” you admit, and Shunsui hums a sound of amusement as he closes the distance and settles next to you on the roof. He watches you lean forward and snag the bottle of sake, then bring it to your mouth. He can’t help but track the way your throat works and finds himself feeling a bit mischievous.

“Didn’t realize that I had a fan,” He comments, and you grin after sitting your bottle back down. Kyoraku tears his gaze away and looks out into the city. He can’t sense anything but you nearby, and so allows himself to relax a little, “Why are you out? Won’t you get cold?”

The low temperature doesn’t bother him, not with his haori and uniform on, but you aren’t even wearing a jacket, and humans are far more fragile than shinigami. He sees you shrug and gesture to the bottle that sits between them.

“I like the cold, and I’ve had enough of that to keep the chill away,” you say and push the bottle towards him, “Sake?”

Never one to turn down a drink, Shunsui shrugs and takes up the bottle. The rim is still warm from where your lips had been pressed against it, and the captain has the stray thought of seeing if your mouth tasted as sweet as the drink. It’s difficult to push that though aside, especially when he hands you the bottle and watches as you lick your lips before bringing it up to your mouth.

It’s very much against the rules for a soul reaper, much less a captain, to have anything to do with the living world, but Shunsui has always been a rule breaker. There is a tension in the air, and Kyoraku isn’t sure who moved first, but soon he has a lap full of a warm body, his hands gripping your hips to pull you closer as his lips meet yours.

The kiss is full of heat, burning lust that makes one of his hands slide up to grip the back of your neck, his thumb pressing into the underside of your jaw with enough pressure that you open your mouth. Shunsui licks inside, a groan vibrating his chest when he finds that you do taste like the sweet alcohol. He falls back, taking you with him as his arm wraps around your waist to keep you steady.

Your hands find his chest, and he sighs into the kiss when you smooth them across his pecks and up his shoulders so that you can wrap your arms around his neck. Your tongue curls with his own, a slick dance that the shinigami can’t get enough of.

But the exchange ends almost as quickly as it began, and you are pulling away, laughing in delights when Kyoraku chases after you with kisses to your cheeks and jaw. He knows it is for the best, but he is reluctant to pull away from you. He doesn’t want this moment of peace to end.

Shunsui sighs as he relents, arms loosening around your body so that you can sit up. He looks up at you, his expression one of interest as he rubs his thumb against the exposed flesh of your waist.

“Will I see you again?” Kyoraku asks softly. HIs blood burns in his chest when you lean down and place a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth. He can feel the smile that paints your lips.

“I’ll be waiting for you,” you assure him as you sit back up. Shunsui huffs when you crawl off his lap and settle back in the spot he’d found you in, “Right here.”

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You are kidnapped by a group of cultist who intend to use you as a sacrifice to the demon they plan on summoning. Turns out that when the demon is summoned, they aren't the biggest fan of human sacrifices and decide to kill the cultists and save your life.

The demon explains that he prefers human food to that of human flesh. As payment for saving you, the demon demands that you show him all kinds of human cuisine. The two of you strike up an odd friendship. You provide him with good food, and he provides you with protection.

Later on, the underworld starts to get disgruntled about why the summoned demon hasn't come back yet, so they start sending other demons to see what's going on. They're promptly introduced to delicious food that you've learned to cook and are like... okay. I see why you stay up here.

Soon enough, you've got a collection of demons that hang around your home cause, of course, they can't let anything happen to the person who feeds them such good food.

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You make the mistake of going to the bank on the same day that a notorious gang decides to rob it. They end up taking you hostage and you expect to be killed or worse. Instead, they give you a chunk of money and present to you a deal.

Help them with the next couple of operations since they are down a member. They need a regular civilian to case their next hits, and they think that you'd be excellent for the job. The leader give you their number and sends you on your way, asking you to let him know your decision by the end of the week.

Shaken, you go home with the obvious hush money to think. During that week, you get a visit from a detective who has been following the gang for years. He asks you what happened, and you end up telling him the truth. Surprisingly, the detective tells you to take the deal, hoping to use you to bring in the gang.

Bonus points if there is a love triangle between one of the gang members, you, and the detective.

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So, my boyfriend and I have been rewatching the Harry Potter movies, and I have found that one of my favorite things to imagine is a Southern American exchange student coming to Hogwarts. I've seen tik toks about it, and they've just fueled the giggles whenever it comes to mind.

Like instead of coffee or classic British tea or what have you. It's just criminally offensive sweet tea.

Instead of using their wands to fight, they toss that thing to the ground, and it's all just hands for days. They've got some kind of pocket knife in their robe cause all southern boys I've ever known carry one.

Southern slang that the other students just don't understand. "Bless yer heart." "Heavens to Betsy" or even. "Man I got a hankerin' for a coke"

The other students not being able to understand a word when they get real excited. That southern accent is just thick with "Y'alld've" and any other shorting of words.

I dunno. Yall can tell where I come from with just this post haha. It's fun to think of. So feel free to add your thoughts!

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●▪︎●{Aizawa AU Imagine}●▪︎●

《POV: You and Aizawa are both single parents, and you're apologizing after your two boys got into a fight on the playground after you've been noticing each other for weeks》

Y/N: *dusting your son off* "I can't tell you how sorry I am. I thought they were good friends. I never expected this."

A: *muttering* "Friends fight. There's no harm done."

*awkward silence before you swallowed to try and introduce yourself.

A: "I know your name already."

Y/N: *looks confused*

A: *blushing slightly* "Our sons like to laugh about how we stare at each other, apparently."

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This comic is drawn from the flashback scene in chapter 6 of Lie By Omission. I really recommend this fanfic

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collection of fallout faction propaganda posters BY ME!

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⚠️Update Alert⚠️

Chapter 6 of my arranged marriage, Levi × f!Reader work is uppp!

The wait for the wedding night is over 😏

Link and sneak peak below!

《 Something needed to be said and finally your voice spoke up to say quietly in hopes of taking the next step,

“Do…you wanna try to kiss me?”

It sounded more desperate and vulnerable once past your lips but Levi was the one who felt naked now. Cause he was the one on the other end of that question. You thought he might throw a witty retort in somehow to tease you for sounding so pitiful and eager but you felt his hand meet your chin to pull your mouth up and your eyes closed on their own when you heard him mutter in a grumble from his throat,

“C’mere.”

Your mouth felt parted by your heavy breath, and the only thing you felt next was his soft, uneasy kiss meeting your lips that trembled to the touch. He was unsure, uncertain that he would somehow make you feel uncomfortable with his rough mouth against yours, but you were melting.

He kissed you slowly for the first time and his hand still softly gripped at your waist to hold you steady as his lips lapped at your own once the tenderness had set in. It made him cringe, but he heard himself asking in his mind if he felt…a spark. He wasn't sure but..he liked kissing you. You didn't shy away, or lean away too quickly to get this over with.

He thought he'd be the one to do that. But he was wrong. 》

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×▪︎Understood▪︎×

-f!Reader × Toge Inumaki (Soulmate AU) work

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TW: graphic smut, 18+>>

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(Not my art!! TikTok: @drilixx)

@short-honey-badger ill let you decide how long I stay sleeping on the couch for forgetting thissssss. I'm a bad fanfic wifeeee 😭

《 You heard someone in your apartment that night, and you rolled over in bed. Judging by the silence and the cadence of their quiet steps, it was Toge. You lied back to your pillows, wondering if he'd had a bad day, and that's why he was showing up so late. You had already been sleeping for hours, so you knew morning must have been close by. He had terrible insomnia and often looked to you for solace when sleep couldn't find him late at night.

His shadow crept into your room, darkening the hallway light you used to see, and he crawled in the bed beside you, hiding his head under the covers to curl into your body heat. Usually, he said at least something, but he was quiet, which was strange. His little talks were something you found yourself looking forward to for a very good reason.

You were the only person that could listen beyond his limited speech.

You never heard ingredients when he spoke.

Inu’s thoughts always chimed into your mind when he spoke without his incessant habit of trying to make himself understood. His words spoke in your head right beside your own thoughts as if they were meant to be there. You felt to be one the closest people he had, if not the closest because of this anomaly you couldn't explain. It was easy to say that you were treasured. Sometimes you joked to yourself that the two of you were soulmates but you didn't want to hope for that too hard. You were just best friends that sometimes….blurred into more.

Your relationship…just didn't make a lot of sense. But it felt right. It just felt…natural. For no good reason, something else had always been there.

“Inu..” You cooed down below the covers with his loving nickname, watching as he kept his eyes closed when you spoke. You tussled your hands into his hair, trying to coax him into anything but silence. His droopy eyes finally peered up, seeing you trying to hither him closer with gentle pets and touches.

He gave in and pulled you close with his slender hands tugging you near. He nuzzled his head into your chest, loving the scent of your shirts when you wore them to bed and he hummed comfortably. Your arms enclosed around him, hugging him close when you asked if he couldn't sleep. His apartment was often lonely and his lack of sleep didn't make it better.

“I'm exhausted.” He said in his small voice that rang in your head.

“Then why aren't you sleeping?” You asked softly, turning your chin down to see him and you felt his weight shift suddenly. He laid over you now, letting his sleepy eyes look down to you as you blushed from never realizing you'd never felt him cuddle this close…or this intimately.

Most nights that you two were together, you sat beside each other on the floor watching YouTube as you both ate takeout noodles. You lie your head on his shoulder, listening as his earbuds still hummed quietly with their soft music. One night he had even kissed you, but it was a fleeting opportunity that you'd never found again. You hardly even discussed it, but that was due to how bashful he was.

You knew that even though you could understand his speech, he still didn't speak all that much. Together, you communicated in other, softer ways like glances and touches. You wondered now if this was one of those times.

He took both of your hands in his own, intertwining your fingers when he said softly so you could understand,

“I wanted to see you.”

Your gaze softened away from tiredness and you nodded, telling him that he was welcome to sleep over. He placed more of his weight downwards, lying fully on top of you as he asked in a whisper that made your heart race,

“Kiss me?”

Your hands were still joined so you hoped he wouldn't feel the tremble that began in your wrist when you thought of kissing him again and you nodded bravely. You leaned in as he almost sexily unclasped the mouth band from his jacket before you closed your eyes. His kiss was always so soft and his lips made you shudder every time. They were so gentle and warm.

Time began to move a little slow but your heart rate only fluttered faster and faster. You felt his tongue grazing your lips and you obliged him with your own as your face reddened. Your hands around him tightened and Toge moved his mouth down to begin trailing soft, open kisses to your neck as you purred in delight. The blanket was making the air around you warm but you wouldn't mind as you felt him nipping and suckling your skin.

“What's gotten into you?” You asked in a huff that sounded close to a moan when he nibbled your collar.

He looked down to you, washed in blush and asked softly with his lips only a breath from yours still,

“More?”

“Why, Toge?” You asked, trying to pry some truth away from him in a sentence and not just a short thought.

He searched for something to think. But the only good way to describe why he needed you so badly as he did tonight was nothing complex. And it didn't need a full sentence as he discovered in his moment of thought.

“-Missed you.”

You felt your heart swell but you felt compelled to kiss him again and you did. Your lips met again when you pulled the collar of his jacket in a tug towards you. His tongue swathed against yours as both of you lost breath. His mouth moved again but this time he traveled further than your neck. His head moved down now towards your sternum.

When his hands grabbed soft handfuls of your chest, you gasped loudly- never thinking he'd be so bold but you bit your lip when he kissed the middle of your chest on the way to your stomach. When his warm breath met your navel, you realized he wasn't stopping. Nor slowing down.

His tongue swirled and flitted against your soft, erect nipples from under your sleeping bra. He suckled and nipped more in delight to hear how much you liked it as he moved from one side of your chest to the other. His fingertips massaged the opposite, sensitive bud as his mouth lapped and stimulated.

His head then met your panty line and you gasped louder knowing what he had in mind now. His fingers hooked around the waistline of the small running shorts you were wearing to bed and he opened your legs.

“..-Toge..you- you don't have to do this.”

As if he couldn't hesitate, he astounded you in a tone that told you he wasn't asking- he was telling you what he wanted.

“Yes.”

His head then dropped to allow his mouth to meet your pussy so suddenly and urgently as your legs were spread before him. Your breath sharpened to feel him immediately drag his tongue across your womanly slit that was now pulsing and wet with need. His lips, so skilled and adept from his cursed speech, flitted across your clit in ways that made your back arch away from the bed.

Your voice choked in trying to praise him, you wanted to at least tell him that this was good but with your face written in pleasure to feel him massaging with his tongue as well now, you could only yell out from under the covers,

“Fuck!”

Inumaki continued with his mouth moving amid the sounds of your body being wet and your hips churned beneath his tongue, making him begin to hold you in place softly to assure you wouldn't drown your own pleasure with wiggles. You felt his head beginning to deepen down, applying more pressure to your clit as he suckled now and flicked his tongue.

You felt your need for an orgasm growing but it felt that Inu was enjoying doing this just as much you. His breath deepened and you felt his chest heaving in the labored air that came with the enjoyment of pleasing you. His eyes were closed to enjoy the way you tasted in his mouth, your slick folds delighting his tongue with every second.

Your head lowered down, hoping to watch to understand how this felt so amazing and you heard as he told you muffledly from between your soft thighs,

“Cum.”

“Toge-” you moaned knowing that was what he wanted but your heart still wanted a motive for his decision making,

“have…you been thinking about this?”

“Yes-” he said with his broken breath huffing from his mouth,

“Cum. Cum hard.”

Toge sucked the end of his own fingertip, his middle finger swiped against his tongue before he carefully aligned it to your slit. He gently pressed it inside of you before his mouth returned to your needy clit.

Your head that was craned down to observe fell back with an involuntary drop to feel him now fingering you while his tongue still circled across you. The dual stimulation was the turning point that pushed your body over the edge. Your hips bucked, something you hated because it felt that it was throwing his focus, but his other hand grabbed your palm.

He thrusted your hand into his hair, telling you with only a glance and silence that he wanted you to hold his head while you came. It wouldn't deter his focus. It only added to his own arousal. Your voice cried out loudly - echoing off the walls from the intensity of your sudden moan.

“...Yes-! Yes-! Toge…I'm coming-!”

It started between you quietly but now it was so raw and visceral. Your body thrummed and pulsed with pleasure brought from his fingers against your g-spot and his tongue strumming your clit so deliciously in a rhythm that shook you to feel from his talented mouth.

Toge began to suck and lick with pleasure in his heavy breath to taste how wet you'd become during your orgasm. Your soft folds moving with his lips were audible beneath the blanket, and he enjoyed the sounds your body made when his tongue glided across you. You felt as if he really did enjoy the favor of pleasing you this way, and your lungs chugged for air in watching him enjoy you.

“Toge..” You cooed, wanting him to come up from between your legs. A conversation had to happen. You felt like you couldn't live without it.

He rose up, still swathing his tongue around his mouth to taste you, a sight that made you want him stronger and he said in his short speech that felt genuine from his truest self.

“Love you- wanted to show you.”

He placed his forehead against your own as finally he caught his breath,

“You understand me. Not…the speech. You get me. You're beautiful. You taste good.”

Your face softened, feeling aroused just the same as you were only minutes before and you kissed him needfully and slow.

Soul mates felt like this, right? There was nothing else that needed to be explained. It was already written between you, and there didn't need to be understanding. It was already determined, and you could feel it now, stronger and more jarring against you than ever. You loved him, and it was always paraded as a strong friendship. It felt clearer now, and you hid the smile against his mouth.

Soul mates made so much more sense. 》