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xmxisxforxmaybe · 4 years

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What You’ve Been Wanting

Summary: Sexting Finn at work gets you . . . exactly what you want.

Warnings: SMUT (18+ please)

A/N: I dare say I’ve outdone myself. Those of you who I consider to be my “Constant Readers” know I never say that about my own writing. So, here goes!

It wasn’t a secret that Finn hated his corporate job.

He would have given anything to have grease under his nails again as he tuned an engine, but Finn was smart enough to know his old life dissipated with Tobey’s arrest.

Part of you was relieved because you always thought Finn was better than the grunt work he did at the garage. When he took the job in Detroit, you told him that if he played the corporate game well enough, in ten years he could have enough money to open his own garage and get back to pursuing his passion. In some ways, Tobey’s arrest had seemed like a blessing.

However, with corporate success came more demanding hours, and you quickly learned that one of Finn’s weaknesses was trying to balance work with life.

Two nights ago, he didn’t get home until 9:15 pm. The previous night, it was 9:25, so you could argue that his time management was improving . . . except that last night, he didn’t walk through the front door until 10:05.

It was clear he wasn’t going to find balance on his own, so you needed to intervene. When you had a moment to yourself throughout your own workday, you thought about what you could do to help. It wasn’t until you got home around 4:30 that your body actually told you what you should do.

As you walked into the bedroom to change, you picked up some clothes on the floor and tossed them into the hamper. Finn’s black dress shirt caught your eye and you pulled it out, suddenly struck with the realization of how much you missed him. You brought the starchy fabric to your nose and pressed the collar against your lips, inhaling Finn.

His scent fanned the dull flame of neediness that you hadn’t even identified was smoldering within you until that moment.

As you looked down at his shirt, you were suddenly filled with inspiration, and you grinned as you tossed it onto the bed. Stripping down, you tossed all your work clothes in the hamper, then dug through your underwear drawer to find something sexy. A “race red” bra and panty set you had bought last Valentine’s Day stuck out, and you rushed into the bathroom to fix your face and hair, donning a lipstick that closely matched the underwear set.

After slipping into Finn’s shirt, you left it unbuttoned as you started taking pictures: cute ones, mostly of your smile with just a glimpse of what you were wearing. You picked one that bordered on sexy and hit send.

As you thought about your next photo set, Finn texted back a few minutes later.

Sexy!!! Miss you : (

“Oh, you’re gonna do more than miss me here in a sec,” you said to yourself as you shucked off Finn’s shirt, took off your bra, then put his shirt back on. You spent some time positioning his dress-shirt so it just covered your nipples on either side. You angled the camera down your body, making sure to reveal as much breast as the position allowed.

This time, Finn’s reply took exactly ten seconds.

Please stop.

Giggling, you prepped for what you expected to be the holy grail of sexy pics. You opened his shirt and laid across the bed, angling the phone so it captured your breasts, now fully on display, then you slid your hand into your red panties. You snapped some pics then got distracted as you fingered your clit, wondering if all you’d have tonight is another round with yourself. Leaning into his collar, your eyes slipped shut as you breathed him in and rubbed your swelling bud. With a groan, you stopped, secretly praying that this next picture would be the one to send him running home to you.

Scrolling through your most recent shots, you picked the sexiest and sent it.

You sucked on your finger, waiting for Finn’s reply. When his face flashed on the screen, you grinned and answered, “Hey, babe. I miss you.”

“Stop sending me . . . those,” he hissed into the phone.

“Sure. If you come home and take care of me.”

“You know I can’t—”

“You can.”

“I can’t! Dammit, Y/N. Don’t you think I wish I could?”

“You’re working yourself too hard, Finn. And that’s not a euphemism.”

“I’ll see you when I get home,” he bit out, then hung up on you.

You didn’t know whether his reaction angered, hurt, or humored you, so you decided to keep playing your game. If that last picture hadn’t worked, maybe this one would. Wiggling out of your panties, you used Finn’s shirt to very precariously cover most of your pussy . . . most being the operative word.

Barely containing your laughter, you hit send and really thought about what you were doing to Finn. You slid your fingers between your folds and worked yourself to a quick orgasm as you imagined him opening his phone, probably with a frustrated huff. You imagined how wide his pretty eyes would get as he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was peeking. You imagined how he’d shift in his chair, his pants suddenly too tight. And as you thought about the bulge in his trousers, you thought about the feeling of his dick inside you. Your fingers were slick which quickened your ministrations as you longed for him, and soon enough you were shaking with your swift, intense orgasm.

Exhaling, you checked your phone and saw that Finn had opened your last picture, but he hadn’t replied.

You figured you had a 60-40 chance, the odds in your favor that he left work, maybe even taking the stairs instead of waiting for the elevator, so you rolled over on the bed and lounged. As you played on your phone, you realized you were much more relaxed than when you had first gotten home and vowed that even if Finn did work late—again—you’d be sure to make sure he got off before bedtime.

You smiled to yourself as you cleared out your cache of sexy photos and imagined undressing him, his sleepy eyes half-shut as he insisted he grabbed dinner on the way home and all he wanted was some sleep. Except instead of sleep, he would get your mouth on his cock.

God how you missed him.

As if on cue, the front door opened, then slammed shut. At first you grinned, but the sound of Finn’s pounding steps on the stairs sounded ominous, especially considering his typically aloof demeanor.

“I am going to kil—” Finn growled as he stomped into the bedroom, but as he took in your nudity, he stopped mid-threat.

You rolled over and bit your lip, your eyes lit with the promise of a very good time.

“Hi.”

Finn pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyes grew to be twice their usual size.

“You are in so much fucking trouble,” he growled as he launched himself onto the bed, covering your body with his as he bent to suck harshly on your neck.

“Sorry, honey. Guess I shouldn’t tell you I got started without ya?”

Finn released your skin with a wet pop and pulled back to look down at you, his eyes narrowing. He scanned your face to see if you were teasing or telling the truth and whatever he saw made him sit back on his haunches and grip your knees in order to push them wide apart.

Hunger settled over his features as he took in your wet center, and you swore on the spot that the last image you wanted to see before you died was the way he licked his lips, looked up at you, then lowered his face over your pussy.

Still fully clad in his suit, your calves rubbed against the fabric of his grey jacket as he held your thighs open.

He immediately pulled your clit into his mouth with a sharp suck, bringing you straight to that threshold of pain and pleasure, an area as grey as the suit he was wearing. You pushed at his head with one hand and pulled at his gelled hair with the other, the noises leaving your throat more animal than human.

Stopping to plunge his tongue into your center, your body relaxed, only to be lit on fire again as Finn’s nose nudged at your clit.

“Oh my fuck—Finn!” you cried, your mind barely stringing together anything coherent.

“Come on, baby. Say my name louder than that,” he ground out between the thrusts of his tongue.

When he moved back to your clit with his mouth, he slid his thick middle finger inside of you and sought that bundle of nerves along your inner wall. Fucking you with his finger and his mouth, you squeezed your eyes shut in ecstasy, unable to have even imagined getting it this good from him when you began your little game.

“FINN!” you shouted as you came, your lips still mumbling his name over and over as you trembled under his face.

“Happy now?” he said, swiping at his nose and chin with his hand as he crawled back up your body.

Instead of allowing yourself to bask in the tingles of an incredible orgasm, you were instantly possessed with the need to fuck him stupid.

With a growl, you pushed him off your body and onto his back, a little too vigorously because he nearly tumbled off the bed. You grabbed onto his suit to steady him, then began tearing the clothes off his body.

First the jacket went as you yanked him up by his lapels and gave him a searing kiss as you worked off the sleeves.

Then his striped tie, ripped off with such force that the “ssst” sound of the fabric seemed to echo in your ears even as you tossed it to the side of the room.

Once he was free from his tie, you worked the buttons on his sky-blue dress shirt, popping at least two in your haste as Finn tried to help only to have his hands smacked away. They floated beside you before settling onto the sides of your face as you kissed him until you needed to work off his undershirt.

The thin material caught in his watch and you quickly unclasped it, not caring when it sharply thudded onto the floor.

You kissed down his body, sucking marks onto his color bone and chest and nipping at his nipples with your teeth, pushing him to that line of grey he had you in earlier as he was sucking on your clit.

“Want you,” you whined between kisses and bites. “Want you so bad.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere, baby—ah, fuuuck,” Finn hissed as you palmed his cock before whipping off his belt and opening his trousers.

You finally hit a hitch in your destruction of his clothing when you realized he still had his shoes on. You stood up and pulled them off, each of them hitting the floor with a satisfying thud. His socks were next, then you were able to grab his suit pants by the edges and yank them off, change and whatever the hell else he had in his pockets scattering across your bedroom floor.

Finn was already wriggling out of his boxers so all you had to do was reach up once again and yank.

Only when he was gloriously naked before you did you stop to take a breath, steadying yourself on your feet and letting your eyes rake over him—and Finn ate it up, his ego clearly swelling to three times its usual size under your adoration.

Pressing a chaste kiss to his knee, you worked slowly up his thigh, licking and kissing in a way that had his cock jump as you got closer. Instead of taking him in your mouth, you kissed down his other thigh and worked your mouth to his knee on the other side of his body.

“Oh no,” Finn said scrambling up. “No, no.”

He grabbed your upper arms and pushed you back until you were both standing.

“You don’t get to sext me at work, undress me like that, then tease me.”

He stepped behind you, pushed you forward, then kicked your legs apart as you fell against the bed onto your stomach. He ran his hands down your thighs, groping them before he brought his hands to the cheeks of your ass and gave them a swat.

“You’re gonna get it like you wanted it.”

And with that, Finn pushed into your opening, coating his dick with the first thrust so he didn’t hurt you, but when he pulled back out, it was on.

He slammed into you twice before he reached to gather your wrists and hold them against your lower back. Your cheek was pressing into the mattress and you felt like you were on orgasmic-fire as he held you down and fucked you.

Finn’s ass clenched with the force of his thrusts and soon he was grunting every time he entered you, skin slapping against skin and filling the room with the sounds of really good, dirty sex.

You weren’t contributing to the sexy cacophony since you were being fucked speechless, uttering only little puffs of breath that disturbed your ruined hair, your body unable to do more than take that fucking as a familiar coil inside of your abdomen burned again, aching for release.

When Finn began to pick up his pace, you knew he was getting close to coming.

“PleaseFinnplease,” you slurred. “I’m soclose.”

“Again, baby? All right—but you better make it a good one,” he panted as he slowed down and released one of your wrists so he could fumble over your clit. As it turned out, you didn’t need precision in this position—just a little pressure.

Not even Finn could hold your other wrist as you came, your arms slamming above your head and into the mattress as you gripped the comforter and gritted your teeth. An explosion of stars burst behind your eyelids as you came, and of course, Finn followed you, grunting out his climax, his hot cum coating your walls and mixing with your own, making you shudder at the intimacy of it—and that was just what you had really been wanting.

A reminder of just who you belonged to.

#Finn #Finn x Reader #female reader #Finn smut #Need for Speed Finn #Need for Speed #rami malek #rami malek smut #rami malek character #rami malek fic

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knoepfchen · 3 years

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Thank you Alex, my fellow “I have a URL that no longer really fits the fandom I’m in but I’ll be damned if I change it now” TOG AU conspirator, @meet-the-girl-who-can, for tagging me in this!

I enjoy “end-of-year reflection” a lot actually, but I’ve not really gotten round to it much in previous years, and so I’m making the best of my planlessness this year. (Also it’s Theodor Fontane’s birthday tomorrow, and I believe it’s what he would have wanted.)

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works (fics, art, edits, etc.) you’ve created this year and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you’ve brought into the world in 2020. If you don’t have five published works, that’s fine! Include ideas/drafts/whatever you like that you’ve worked on/thought about, and talk a little about them instead! Remember, this is all about self-love and positive enthusiasm, so fuck the rules if you need to. Have fun, and tag as many fellow creators as you like so they can share the love! <3

The Old Guard found me at a strange little time in my life. I lost my job earlier this year and decided to take it as a clean break, try to go back to university and take it from there. The Old Guard came out the day I got the acceptance letter from my uni, which was great – but also meant I would definitely be starting all over again, and find myself in a long-distance relationship after years of living with my partner. I guess what I’m trying to say is, when I randomly saw the film on Netflix and pressed play, I was in a bit of a mental and emotional limbo from all the uncertainty suddenly going on in my life, and I latched onto the ideas of immortal love and the only true difference we can make is through acts of kindness like a baby koala to its mother. I wrote my first TOG fic a day later, and what a ride it’s been since.

I’ve read fics by and spoken to so many amazing people in the past couple of months, but I think they’ve all already been tagged (because I’ve been reading these posts like the morning paper) and so I will cop out of tagging on this one. (If you haven’t been tagged and want to do this, feel free to use me as your tagger though – I mean it when I say I love reading these posts!)

5 - a slow landslide AND what i wouldn’t gif

I can’t pick between the two so I’m including them both. This is probably surprising to anyone who’s read both because they could not be more different if they tried, but that’s exactly the problem – I like them equally, but for entirely different reasons. (I also wrote them really shortly after one another, and so it’s quite hard to disentangle them in my mind.) But because while I think I personally just want to read the same fic with the same topic from the same authors over and over, the fics I write sure are all over the place in tone, theme, setting and relationship tackled, and nothing has made me happier than seeing people read and enjoy both :)

4 - i am lost, in the robes of all this light

Writing Andromaquynh fic can be a bit demoralising if you also write Joe and Nicky – and I don’t mean this as a dig at all, it’s just that that part of the fandom is smaller and so there’s less people reading/commenting/leaving kudos – but I really like how soft this one got. My friend somewhat rightfully pointed out to me that it’s basically an atonement fic because I felt guilt for writing an absolute angstfest of a witchhunt retelling beforehand, but if you can’t guilt trip yourself into writing fix-it fics, who can you guilt trip?

3 - and you smiled, because you knew.

This is the first thing I wrote in this fandom, and it’s a silly idea (five times Joe proposed and one time he didn’t) executed with a degree of serious introspection I’m not sure the trope is made for. Looking back, the narrative voice is off, the tense I used for flashbacks questionable, and the imagery quite literally all over the place, but it also has some of the best lines I’ve ever written and it introduced me to @avaniesque, who has taught me so! much! about history and been a wonderful beta whenever I forayed into historical settings with the guard, so I can and will not complain about it. (She’d tell me to shorten that sentence, too.)

2 - we that are true lovers run into strange capers

Okay so. For my brain, writing this fic was a little like going to my favourite fast food restaurant every day for a month. It was a strangely addictive endeavour, occupying most of my waking thoughts and causing my Spotify Wrapped to look like a fever dream, but it was also the most fun I’ve had writing anything, ever. By all rights, it should have been a hot mess, (I guess it kind of is, but by the time I noticed it seamlessly transitioned from rom-com to corporate heist it was too late) but that’s the way of self-indulgent fic! I still read the comments on this fic when I have a bad day, because everything about it is my happy place.

1 - not sleepy enough to give it up

I was tempted to put this here just because it’s the last thing I’ve written, and the last thing I’ve written is always the momentary best thing I’ve written. But more than that, I think this is the first time I managed to actually write the fic I intended to write; a fic that, reading it, feels exactly the way I imagined it would in my head. I don’t usually reread my own work, but I’ve reread this one a couple of times for non-editing purposes, and I still love it.

#tag games #my fic

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inber · 4 years

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When He Calls Me Kitten - Part Two

Okay so the Geralt x Jaskier x Reader trio wouldn’t leave my head alone. When my muse is interested, it chases something relentlessly. I’ve changed the name of the first fic, because apparently this is going to be some sort of series? I don’t know. This is very unlike the first part – there’s no smut, not really, but there are dark themes, so please read the warnings. Again, if you’re not into Geralt x Jaskier, give this a miss! And let me know what you think! (Not my gif) Summary: You’ve been with your boys for a whole year, and you plan a surprise for them. Alas, nothing goes to plan, and you must endure the consequences. Pairings: Geralt x Jaskier x Reader Warnings: Sub!Reader, Dom!Geralt, Dom!Jaskier (you are their lifestyle submissive, which means their dominion extends beyond the bedroom). Corporal punishment. BDSM. Angst. Drama. Hurt/Comfort. (Whilst Dom/Sub safety is observed, I would not consider this a healthy scenario – you should never session IRL in the heat of emotion! Remember that this is just fantasy!) Also there’s some romance in there amongst all three parties, and mentions of smut. Word Count: 7578. This one… ran away. I’m sorry! It l o n g. Tags: @alwayshave-faith @alliyjane @stretchkingblog97 @p3nny4urth0ught5 @geeksareunique @didi0666 @tigers-pat @asgardianangelo Oh man I’ve lost track of who I should be tagging. Also I don’t know I am tagging you and you only want to be tagged in Geralt x Reader fics; please let me know if this is the case! Masterlist is here. Part one is here. You can donate for my time here if you want.

It isn’t going to go down in history as one of your safest ideas.

It also isn’t going to go down as one of your smartest, you imagine, as your mind rolls over the possibilities of what might go wrong. But taking risks is how you ended up travelling with Geralt and Jaskier in the first place. And this is something that you want to do.

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The anniversary of your meeting was coming up; it had almost been an entire year since the duo had found you in your miserable tavern job, underpaid, half-starved and frightened for your future, and whilst tending to Geralt’s clothing and mending Jaskier’s shoes, something had clicked between the three of you.

They’d ended up staying an entire week in that run-down place, as you all cautiously explored the undeniable spark that kindled into a white-hot flame when you were together, either tangled bodily on the bed, or simply snuggled by the fire with mugs of mulled wine. After that, you’d given the red-faced tavern-keep the pleasure of seeing you walk away with your hand laced in Jaskier’s, the few things you owned slung over your shoulder in a bag, Geralt riding beside you both atop Roach.

You hadn’t spared one glance behind you for the place you’d once called home. No love was lost.

These memories, tangled with others from your year-long travels, often danced in front your eyes in the moments before you slept at night; the things you had seen, the fast-paced cities, the sleepy villages; the times that you had stayed up all night waiting for your two lovers to return from hunting some unspeakable monster and the relief you’d felt upon seeing them; the countless times you’d seen to Geralt or Jaskier’s wounds with a gentle hand, pushing your own needs to the back of the priority queue until you were sure they were okay.

And the sex. Oh, Gods, the sex.

Geralt’s appetites were more insatiable than Jaskier’s, what with his mutant capabilities, but the bard held his own rather well, and you honestly couldn’t get enough of either of them too. Most nights saw you finding relief in some way or another; sometimes it was quick and needy, Geralt thrusting inside you from behind whilst you took Jaskier’s cock in your throat; sometimes it was slow and languid, you sat astride Geralt’s face whilst he feasted on your cunt and Jaskier rode him behind you, nuzzling the nape of your neck; sometimes all you needed was to slot between the two men, your arms around Jaskier, Geralt’s around you, and delight in the safety and love that radiated from your trinity.

Some nights were different, though. Many nights were play nights. The nights that they taught you things about yourself, about the limits of your body and their own, about how it felt to truly submit and give yourself over to their power. About trust, and pleasure, and punishment; about a lifestyle you’d chosen to adopt full-time as their submissive.

Fondly, you touch your collar, a thin strip of leather that buckles at the back beneath the curtain of your hair so as not to draw suspicion. The word ‘Kitten’ is engraved on the inside by Geralt’s hand.

That day, when they’d gifted it to you for your birthday – that was the first day the word love had been uttered. You were beside yourself with the thoughtfulness of the gift, and, clutching it to your chest, you’d bounced on the balls of your feet and said it without thinking; natural as breathing, as easy as the sun rises and sets. It made sense. “I love you!” You’d said, looking at both men, and you’d watched something touch both of their faces; the fear of rejection bit at the pit of your stomach, but it was chased back quickly when Jaskier smiled.

“I love you too, Kitten.” He’d told you, drawing you to him in a hug.

“We love you.” Geralt had murmured, wrapping his own massive arms ‘round the two of you and dipping his nose into your hair to draw in the scent of you, cinnamon-spice and pine from your outdoor lifestyle. You’d cried silent tears in that embrace, clutching the collar to your chest. Never had you thought you’d find your place in the world; your life was to be in that dismal tavern until the day you died. But now you had a home, and it wasn’t in a place; it was in two people.

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“Where did you go just now, Kitten?” Jaskier’s voice interrupts your thoughts, as you blink memories away and focus on his handsome face, a cheeky half-smile tugging at his lips. You can’t help but return it, although your cheeks flush a little at being caught-out daydreaming.

“I was thinking of last night.” You half-lie; whilst you were going over your plans in your head, the evening before had been entirely memorable.

Jaskier laughs, a musical sound; there was nothing about the bard that wasn’t lyrical and upbeat, and you adore him for it. “Oh, Gods. I had no idea Geralt could even make that sound.”

Atop Roach, Geralt snorts, before shooting both of you a side-long glance. “Shut it, Jas’.” He threatens, before the ghost of a smile flits across his lips. “…Neither did I, if I am honest.”

You giggle, pausing to pick a few fresh stems of wild rosemary from a roadside shrub, before running to catch up with the two, stuffing the herbs into your pack.

“Making more oils, Kitten?” Geralt asks; he hadn’t turned to watch you pick the plant, but very little escaped him. He was protective of you – of both of you – to a near-obsessive degree, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like it. “You know that we have more than enough coin, between my hunts and Jaskier’s performances.”

“I like to contribute.” You shrug, “And it makes me feel useful.” Jaskier reaches over to squeeze your hand, before noting it is dirtied from the shrub, and wiping said dirt across the back of your skirts with a soft ‘ew’. You bump your hip against his and laugh. “Anyway, I keep some of the coin I make, as you know.”

“Ah, yes. Due for a beautiful new gown, correct?” Jaskier asks, picking at the threads of your bodice; it certainly had seen better days. “Maybe something silver… silver and red. Hmm.” He squints, apparently envisioning you in something better fit for a courtier.

“No,” You correct him, sticking your tongue out childishly, “Travel clothes. A proper leather bodice, boots… that sort of thing. Only, I am torn between skirts and a pair of trousers.”

“Trousers would be more practical.” Geralt states, gently tugging at Roach’s reins as she attempts to pause and snack on a burst of fresh grass, “More flexibility, more movement. You’ll get more use out of them.”

“But no easy access.” You whisper lowly, slyly regarding the Witcher beneath your lashes; he whips his head to catch your gaze, and a rumble of possessive laughter bubbles in his chest as his glinting eyes flash.

“Skirts,” Jaskier announces, “Definitely skirts.“

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You hit the outside of the city nearing midday, and as you’ve been instructed to do before, you keep close to Roach’s side, with Jaskier walking beside you. It’s a seaside port, overrun with sailors and whores and merchants and, as your beloved bard had put it, ‘ne'er-do-wells’. You feel no fear making your way to the biggest inn, however; the bonus of travelling with a Witcher was the wide berth people often made for him, allowing you easy access to more than your fair share of the road.

The whispering begins immediately, words like White Wolf and butcher and monster the soundtrack to your arrival. Geralt, as always, ignores them, although you know he hears everything, and you also know that there are times that the weight of the words crush him, when he is away from prying eyes. Jaskier and you are there for him during those times; he rarely speaks, but he doesn’t need to. He draws his comfort from the two of you. If only these people knew who he truly was, you think. But people fear that which they are not familiar with. It doesn’t matter how large or small the town; that fact never changes.

You arrive at the centre of the city, locating the inn; to your delight, it’s a rather well-kept establishment, plushly decorated inside, and Geralt leaves to stable Roach as you and Jaskier locate the inn-keep to secure lodgings. It’s become something of an inside joke between the three of you, always requesting the largest suite and laying down the coin for it; the first assumption made is usually that Jaskier is your betrothed, and you are newly-wed. This always causes confusion when Geralt is thrown into the mix.

“He’s my bodyguard.” Jaskier had once said, deadpan, “My wife is ever-so slap-happy when she’s had too much to drink, and I need protecting from her.”

So it came to be that you paid for the honeymoon suite wherever one was available, or for two beds to be dragged together when it was not. It was such a strange answer that most keepers did not prod further, but it never failed to make you laugh once you were in the room, away from curious stares.

It was fortunate that the inn was relatively empty, as there were not many ships docked, and it was doubly lucky that they did boast a luxury suite for important guests or newly-weds; Jaskier lays out the coin with a flourish, kisses you on your forehead, and declares, “Only the best for my turtledove!”

You have to pinch your thigh to stop yourself from snorting, batting your long lashes instead; it was easy to look smitten at Jaskier, because you were. The keeper gave a little speech about blessings and babies and how they had a fine wine that would be waiting for you, and you let it wash over you as so many similar speeches had done before, concentrating on a spot between the keeper’s forehead so it appeared as though you were listening, when the gears of your mind were turning on other matters instead.

“Are we good here?” Geralt’s baritone announces him, if his heavy footfalls did not, and you turn to smile at him, holding up the keys and nodding. He grunts, and makes his way to the stairs, and you follow as you hear the inn-keep spluttering in question behind you.

“Well, you see, my wife – Gods bless her heart – has a bit of a problem with drink…” You hear Jaskier explaining in your wake, and you stifle your amusement into your hand, trotting behind Geralt to locate the secluded suite.

The Witcher unlocks the double doors and swings them open, hmmm‘ing in approval, and you find yourself doing the same. The bed is massive, the floor before the fireplace laden with lush furs for lounging, and there are various vintages of wine arranged carefully atop a polished wooden table. The bed has tall posters that are ornately carved, and you trace the face of a cherub, briefly amused at the sights the Godly creature will be privy to, before curious feet take you to an adjoining room.

“Oh, Geralt,” You squeal, clapping your hands together, “Come look!”

He’s unlacing his armour and setting his swords and vials down, a ritual you know he performs with care so that he knows exactly where everything is at any moment; you also know he hides additional weaponry around the room, just in case. After a few moments, you hear his now bare feet on the floorboards as he approaches behind you, scooping you back into his chest in a hug as you grin, pointing at the stone bathtub that is built into the floor. It’s huge, luxurious, and the stage for so many debauched things that are scampering through your mind. “Isn’t it lovely?” You ask, casting a trained eye across the oils they have in vials at the sides, aware that both Geralt and Jaskier prefer your blends – you have made one specifically for each man.

“You know how much I love a good soak.” He agrees in a purr at your ear, and you shiver. “It’s a wonderful way to wind down after getting worked up.” You bite your lower lip and nuzzle into the side of his face, feeling the scratch of his stubble on your cheek.

“It’s settled!” Jaskier’s voice enters the room, as he closes the door behind him, “The innkeeper thinks you’re a lunatic, Kitten, and Geralt, you are to save me from her because I – and I quote – need to grow a pair of balls to deal with a woman.”

You start to laugh, reaching down to kiss Geralt’s hands as you wander back into the bedroom, the Witcher not far behind you. “You make the story worse and worse every time, Jaskier, I swear to the Gods. One day they will insist you take the suite, and I sleep locked in the cellar.”

The bard lifts his shoulders in a shrug. “Well, you do sometimes snore when– ow!” Playfully, you swat at his arm, and he calls over at his lover, “Geralt! I need protecting!” He doubles over when you prod him in the side, knowing exactly where he’s ticklish, and the both of you are giggling like fools.

“You need your head checked, is what you need.” Geralt declares, ignoring your playful tussle in favour of trying out the bed, upon which he lays with a groan that earns both Jaskier and your attention, because it’s so sinfully beautiful a sound. “Oh, that extra coin was worth it.”

“And to be made back!” Jaskier announces proudly, sitting on the edge of the bed. “The innkeep wishes for me to play tonight – the greatest tales of the White Wolf, my protector. He’s already spreading word, and he’s promised the suite as compensation – minus what we eat and drink.”

You clap your hands together and sit on the bard’s lap, kissing him sweetly. “How is it that you make me out to be an absolute loon at the same time as securing yourself work? The Gods gifted you with a tongue of pure silver.”

“Of pure nonsense.” Geralt grumps, but his voice is somewhat softened as he relaxes into the feathers of the over-stuffed mattress.

“You like my tongue.” Jaskier shoots back, and the Witcher has to chuckle darkly by way of agreeing. “In any case, I need my lute re-strung before tonight. There is a man who can sell me strings and assist me across the town’s square, and the tailor is nearby.” He presses a kiss into your temple. “What say you we leave grouchy here to take a well-deserved nap and go run our errands, hmm?”

You feel your stomach flip in a mixture of excitement and anticipation. This is where your plan has to go flawlessly; if either of them become suspicious, it’ll be ruined. “Measuring me will take some time, as will choosing fabrics and buttons. And I know you won’t leave your lute unattended. We can’t do both at once, together.” Nonchalantly, you shrug. “How about you escort me to the tailor, see to your lute, and come back in a few hours to return me here?”

Jaskier thinks this over, glancing at Geralt, who is also somewhere in thought – although he’s worn-down from travel and the responsibility of being the hunter, the watcher, the protector. He keeps blinking slowly, dreamily. “Hmmm.” Is his input, and it’s fairly non-committal. He’s almost asleep.

“We won’t be in another city like this for weeks, and if my skirt falls apart and I am forced to walk beside you in my knickers–” You protest, before Jaskier lifts up his hands in surrender.

“Alright, alright, Kitten. By the Gods, you think we’d have taught you not to be so mouthy by now.” He squeezes your waist, and you grin, knowing you’ve gotten your way.

“You like my mouth.”

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It’s betrayal, pure and simple, and the collar at your throat suddenly feels tight when Jaskier stops in at the tailor, instructing the woman there to give you special care, and to tend to any need you might have. He wants to give you coin, but you proudly refuse, holding up the purse of your savings. Lovingly, he kisses you, and is surprised by the quick heat when you flick at his tongue, deepening it for a mere moment, before you part. “What was that for?” He asks, low and husky.

“Luck.” You tell him, eyes flitting down to his beloved instrument, “I… I know that not every shop carries your favoured strings. I hope that this place does.”

He grins, and brushes the line of your jaw with his thumb. “I have a good feeling about today, Kitten.” He assures you, before he straightens, nods at the seamstress, and makes his way out of the shop. You watch him go, watch him walk across the square, and turn back to the woman.

“I need new skirts. Much like these I wear; same fabric, nothing fancy. Durable.” Hastily, you grab her pencil, and write down your measurements. She looks confused. “I have other duties to attend to of great import.”

“Madame, the good bard told me…” She’s hesitant, but you pull coin from your purse; it’s double the amount needed for a simple skirt. It’s for her silence, and both of you know it.

“I need your help in this matter. If Jaskier returns to check on me, you must say I am using the latrine. I will be back before he returns to collect me.” Solemnly, you meet her eyes, and beg her to accept your deal. She hesitates again, and so you press down another coin, and the silver glint wins her over.

“…Crimson would be a nice colour for your skirts.” She sighs, and takes the money from the table. “I have your word that you’ll return before dusk?”

“You have my word.”

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It feels strange to be walking the town without an escort. You keep glancing over your shoulder, half expecting Geralt to manifest from the shadows. For the most part, you are entirely unnoticed, just another common woman in the crowd; this thrills you, this freedom, and with confidence you walk towards your destination, using crudely-drawn directions on the back of a pamphlet given to you by a merchant. Your path takes you out of the heart of town and further towards the docks, near the whore-houses and the places of ill repute. The crowd begins to change, as does the signage, and you quicken your pace.

Here, men take more notice of you; you’re not dressed like a woman that sells sex, nor do you have a wedding band on your finger – something, you realise, you should rectify if Jaskier is going to continue to sell his newlyweds story – and you keep your head low, ignoring the comments and whistles of men that pass you by. Your heart is racing in your chest, and you can’t stop imagining what Jaskier would say – and what Geralt would do to these men. Shivering that thought off, you look up to get your bearings, and a wooden sign that creaks in the breeze catches your attention. With a sigh of relief, you shoulder the small door open, and enter the parlour.

A bell chimes, and an older woman comes out from a back room. She must be nearing fifty, but her hair is ebony and styled in a twisting bun, and her smile is kind. “You look lost, little dove,” She greets you, “Take a wrong turn? Do you need directions back to the square?”

“Actually, ma'am, I need your expertise.” You answer nervously, and approach the counter. This piques her interest, and she raises her eyebrows. From your waistband, you produce a piece of parchment, over-folded and worn at the edges. You lay it flat, smoothing it carefully. “Are you able to do this?”

Her smile widens, and she fixes her eyes with yours; they are heterochromic, hazel, and accented with a tattoo beneath each. Much of her skin is inked; swirls and curls and names and faces and places. She’s a walking work of art. You’d heard her name once in another fishing town, watched two sailors compare tattoos, and that is when the seed of this idea had been planted in your mind. Something permanent – an anniversary gift, and a declaration of forever. Geralt and Jaskier deserved nothing less.

“Of course I can, little dove.” She agrees, “But you know it will hurt, and it will last forever, right?” Her clever eyes are already scanning your hand-drawn design, deciding upon which needles to use and which of her inks would suit.

“I am counting on the second part.” You return her smile, and reach into that velvet pouch. “Is this coin enough?”

“For love? More than, little dove.”

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It does hurt, by Gods, but you have been trained to endure pain, and you’re mostly silent as she works, speaking only when she asks questions of you. You learn of her life – of the different people she’s seen and worked on, of the places she’s visited, and how lucky she feels to have finally settled, to have made a name for herself as an artist. The process is done one needle-prick at a time, the ink poked into your skin, and she’s precise and thoughtful, working by the bright light of a lantern. She’s wonderful company, and you feel taken care of.

“There,” She says at last, “I think I did your vision justice, dove.” She wipes off the last of the ink with a clear liquid that stings, and she brings a mirror for you to see her handiwork. You gasp aloud; your skin is reddened by the needling, but the tattoo is beautiful, and far more intricate and thought-out than your clumsy drawing.

“Oh, it’s… it’s so perfect. Thank you.” Tears prick your eyes, and she chuckles, rubbing a salve into your skin and running a thin bandage across the work.

“See that you let it breathe when you can. And don’t you dare go scratching and picking at the scabs that will form! They’ll fall off themselves, and when it’s all healed, it’ll be just a touch less black. But it’ll be yours forever.” You nod eagerly, hopping off the bench where she does her work, as she washes her hands.

As she walks you to the door, you cast your gaze outside, and notice that it’s dark.

It’s dark.

“Fuck,” You hiss, “Fuck, shit,” Wildly, you glance about, looking for a timepiece. “How long was I here? What time is it?” Nerves snap at your stomach, and you feel like you might be sick.

“Coming up to ten in the evening, little dove.” The tattooist looks concerned at your sudden turn of mood. “Somewhere to be?” “Yeah, um, you could say that.” Oh, Gods. Oh Gods! You were in so much trouble. Hurriedly, you thank her again, as you hot-foot it out the door; she warns against back-alleys at this time of night, but her words fade as you retrace your path here at a full-tilt run, already trying to figure out how to do damage control. You can’t think of anything that might help your case. Fuckity-fuck.

Your bad luck gets worse as you get yourself lost; by the lantern of night, the city looks completely different, and you find yourself racing through a residential area that you hadn’t been through on your way. Nothing is familiar, panic is high in your chest, and you are forced to double-back and try again. More time passes, too much time; any man that attempts to cat-call you is met with your bare teeth and a growl, and your boots never slow on the cobblestones as you run. Even if some drunk bastard wanted to have a go at you, he’d have to catch you first.

Finally, finally you break through a small crowd of gossiping women and into the familiar town square; you cast your gaze up to the clock in the centre of the city, just as the minute hand lazily ticks past eleven. You’re over seven hours late. You stop outside the inn to try to catch your breath, and contemplate not going upstairs; wildly, you think maybe it’d be better if you concoct some sort of story involving an abductor, or something, anything to get you out of the hot water you’re sure to be steeped in. But you can’t condemn someone else to save yourself. Squeezing your eyes shut, uttering a prayer to whichever of the Gods might be listening, you step into the crowded inn.

There’s a bard playing, but it’s not Jaskier, and you note that the crowd seems disinterested and generally moody; their talk is loud, but in your state it’s overwhelming, and you can’t make anything out specifically. Ignoring the innkeep, you take the stairs two at a time, pacing as quickly as you can towards your suite without running. You push open the doors –

–and fall right into Jaskier’s arms, who catches you with a shout of surprise. It takes you both a second to realise what has happened, but then the bard is squeezing you to his chest, the breath pushed from your lungs, as he buries his face into the side of your neck. “Oh, thank the Gods, thank the Gods, you’re safe!” He cries, stepping into the room with you and not relinquishing his death-grip. You can hear his voice is roughened from crying, and your heart drops further. What have you done?

“I’m safe, I’m fine, Jaskier,” You squeak out, and he relaxes his hold slightly to allow you to breathe, before he pulls back to look at you; you can see the tear-tracks on his cheeks, the redness of his eyes, and another slice of guilt attacks your heart. Fuck!

“Are you hurt?” He’s scanning your body frantically, fear knitting his eyebrows together, “Kitten, did someone do something to you? What happened? Were you taken?” You’re shaking your head no as he peppers you with questions, his hands all over you, as if he’s trying to assure himself that you’re real, you’re here with him.

“I am fine. Please, Jaskier, I am so sorry – I’m fine. I – where’s Geralt?” You cup his face, forcing him to meet your contrite gaze, and he seems to relax into the idea that you’re okay.

“Out looking for you.” He replies, “All the seamstress would say is that you had left the shop on a matter of 'great import’.” You wince visibly; you hope she’s still alive, and if she is, that she’s unharmed. The tangle of your mess has become more knotted. “I think he may have headed to the housing district. After that he said that he’d come back for Roach and begin searching the outskirts.” Swallowing, you realise that for the first time ever, you don’t want to see Geralt. Maybe some part of you was hoping that he’d gone on a hunt and was oblivious to this disaster, or something else had taken him away from the town, but you’re aware that wishful thinking does not grant wishes.

As if summoned, Geralt’s voice echoes down the corridor. “Jaskier! Some children saw her near the houses, running as if being chased. They said she–” He rounds the corner, and stops in his tracks when he lays eyes upon you in Jaskier’s embrace. Several emotions cross his face at once, and then he’s striding quickly toward you, scooping you up from the bard’s arms to crush you into his massive chest. If you thought Jaskier’s hug was strong, Geralt has him put to shame. Your breath squeaks out.

“Fuck.” He grunts, squeezing his eyes closed, burying his nose in your hair. “Oh, Fuck. You’re here. Fuck.” His breath stutters, and you weakly squeeze his waist; he realises he’s crushing you, and you gulp in a desperate breath as his biceps relax, although he does not let you go. He looks over your head at Jaskier, who is running his hands through his hair. “Where was she?”

“She hasn’t said.” The bard responds, before collapsing into a chair; he’s obviously exhausted. You’re trembling, trying to think of what exactly to tell them, how to make this better. Hey, I ran away to get a tattoo – surprise! Doesn’t seem like a good answer, and certainly not the best way to give them your gift. Not the way you’d imagined, the way you’d pictured.

Geralt tilts your head up, looking into your glistening eyes. His own are pained, weary, and sweat still dots his brow; he’s been frantic. “Kitten, tell us what happened. The seamstress said you left?”

“Is she alright? You didn’t… hurt her on my account, did you?” Your voice is tiny. Something hardens in Geralt’s gaze. You know by the look that she is safe, and it was a stupid question to ask.

“Tell us what happened.” He commands, releasing his hold on you to get a good look at you as Jaskier did. Besides your teary eyes, you look much the same as when you’d left the rooms.

“I… didn’t like… her sewing.” You say, lamely, casting your gaze at your feet. “I left… to find a different seamstress. I didn’t want Jaskier to tell me no, or to worry, so I asked her to… cover for me.” You wince at the lies that tumble from your tongue. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see the bard bristling. “I went to a different part of town… I got lost on my way back.”

Silence in the room. You can faintly hear the dim roar of the drunken crowd downstairs. Geralt’s fingers tighten on your shoulders.

“You… didn’t like her sewing.” Jaskier parrots, and there’s venom in his voice. You do not dare to look up. The Witcher is still silent as the grave above you, but you can feel the heat of his stare blazing down upon you.

After what feels like forever, Geralt speaks. “Jaskier had to give up his show tonight. I had to turn down an easy bounty on a wraith haunting nearby. We paid townsmen to look for you… all because you wanted nicer clothes?” His voice is very low, but it doesn’t need to be loud to terrify you. Your knees shake, and slowly, you nod your head.

“I’m so sorry, I– I couldn’t see the clock–”

“But you could see the sky outside!” Geralt roars, finally releasing your shoulders, taking two steps away from you to lean against the cool stone wall. It’s obvious he’s trying to calm himself before he does something regrettable. “You scared the hell out of Jaskier. You scared the hell out of me. But you were just thinking about yourself.”

“No–”

“I told you about this town!” Jaskier explodes, his voice cracking like it always does when he’s angry; it’s never been directed at you before, though. “We thought you’d been taken, or worse. It’s hardly safe to travel here alone when the sun is out, let alone when it’s set – and you, unarmed, not even knowing the streets. How could you be so stupid?”

Tears drip hotly down your cheeks, and you grip your arms close to your body, silent under the weight of their fury. No, it’s much worse than that – they are disappointed in you. They think you selfish and vain, uncaring of their feelings.

“Hitch your skirts up and bend over the bed.” Geralt commands, the gravel of his voice low again. “We have not taught you well enough, brat. But you’ll remember after tonight.”

Sniffling, you do as you are bid, pulling your dress up around your waist, bending over to present the curve of your rear, your cotton knickers the only barrier of modesty. Behind you, you hear the two men moving, speaking in low tones, but you can’t make out what they are saying. Your fingers curl into the bed-covers.

“What is your safe word?” Geralt asks, monotone.

“Sun.” You whisper; there’s some tug of relief, in that he still cares for your well-being. This is a lesson. Self-pityingly, however, you feel as though you don’t deserve his mercy.

“What is her safe word, Jaskier?” Geralt asks his lover, and you hear the bard echo the same word. “And your gesture, brat?” You reach your left arm long on the bed and slap down on the linen twice. He grunts, satisfied with that, and you draw your hand back down, close to your chest. You feel fingers at the waistband of your knickers, and they are drawn down to expose the peach of your behind, smooth skin unblemished, save for one or two freckles. For a long time, you are left like that, exposed; you can hear the rustle of bags, the clink of objects, the low murmurs again as the two men converse. You don’t move an inch.

There’s the sound of Geralt unbuckling his belt, the clicking almost obnoxiously loud as he pulls the fetter loose, the soft chime of metal. You try to breathe deeply, to focus as you’ve been taught; the deeper you breathe, the more you can endure.

“I am going to strike you now, brat,” Geralt tells you, in a voice you’ve not heard before; there’s no lust in his tone, and there’s a streak of anger that you put there. You’ve brought this on yourself. “I will do so ten times. You will count each one out loud. Understood?”

“Yes.”

You expect a pause, but the snap of his belt is immediate and biting; buckle-side wielded, the pain is intense and sudden, and you can’t help but cry out, before drawing in another breath. “One!” Already tears have beaded on your eyelashes, and your fingers are knotted in the sheets.

He hits you again, precise with his movements; this time you feel the stinging ache on your other cheek, no doubt symmetrical to the first. You know beyond a shadow of a doubt that welts have already begun to rise. This time, you manage not to make a sound, except, “Two!”

Jaskier watches in silence through strikes three, four, five; at that point, you are shaking, but you’ve kept count, and although your knuckles are white on the bedspread, you’d rather die than say your safe word. You hear the sound of another belt coming undone, and realise Jaskier is giving Geralt his to hit you with instead; it’s a thinner leather, but the buckle is heavy and ornate. You squeeze your eyes shut as it impacts the lower left quarter of your ass, choking on a shout at the different kind of pain; it’s more focused, more brutal. “S-six.” Your lower lip quivers.

Seven, eight, nine; you count them out, and can’t help but shriek at each one, wishing you could be better, wishing you could take this punishment like a good girl, silent; when ten hits, you sound it out with a broken voice. “T-en.”

Geralt grunts, and you hear the belt fall to the ground. Your rear is aflame, aching, and you can only imagine the sight you must look bent over the bed. But you don’t need to picture it for long, as there’s the sound of something dragging across the floor.

“Look.” The Witcher commands, and you lift your head, blinking blearily over your shoulder. He has a mirror, and reflected is his handiwork; the welts are turning a deep purple, a network of bruises blooming like wildflowers, broken vessels beneath skin – things that will mark for well over a week, but will not scar. He hasn’t drawn a drop of blood. You stare at the evidence of his anger, of your crimes against the two men you love, and you still feel as if you’ve gotten off easy.

“You will ride Roach for the next three days.” Geralt tells you, as he moves the mirror back to where it belongs. This makes you jerk your head up again, wide-eyed; you enjoy walking with Jaskier on the ground, and Geralt lets you ride with him when you’re very tired, but that’s not why you’ll be riding now. Every step that horse takes, every bump in the road – you’ll feel it against your beaten ass, feel the ache of your own betrayal. As if reading your mind, Geralt continues, “Now you can feel on the outside just a fraction, just a tiny sliver of how Jaskier and I felt inside when we found you missing.”

That nudges down the last of your defences, and you begin to cry soundlessly into the sheets, wetting them with your tears. Jaskier walks over to you, touches your bottom, making you flinch, and crouches beside the bed to stroke your hair from your face.

“We need you to remember that we ask you to stay with us because the world is not safe.” He whispers, trying to get you to understand with his soulful eyes. “We’ve punished you for what you did because it was thoughtless and stupid. If you’d just come to the shop and told me what you wanted, we could have avoided all of this. We need you to talk to us, always. We could not bear to lose you.”

You nod, mute, and his smile is very sad. He runs his hand down your back – and pauses.

“What’s this?” He asks, his voice tight. Geralt immediately strides over, and begins to tug your shirt free from your skirts, intending to lift it.

“No!” You scream, pushing yourself away from the bed. The pain in your rear flares with the movement, and you bite off a hiss, tripping over your own feet and falling to the floor; the contact against your bare skin is another world of pain, and you howl. “Sss-sun, sun, don’t— don’t touch me!”

Jaskier is wild of eye, his hands held up in surrender, but Geralt looks like a fierce animal; you’ve never seen his eyes so dark before, his fists clenched so tightly. “That’s a bandage. Why do you have a bandage wrapped around you?” The words are ground out from between gritted teeth. He’s at the very edge of his tether.

You don’t want to lie anymore. “Geralt,” You sob, as he approaches and kneels; you try to push his hands away, but he’s strong.

“I have to see to you if you’re hurt, Kitten. It’s my responsibility. Please.” He still looks enraged, but he’s made an effort to soften his tone; you are suddenly aware that he’s angry because he thinks you’re injured. He’s probably making plans to go eviscerate whoever is responsible with his bare hands. And so you relent, letting him pull your shirt over your head as you whimper. Carefully, he unrolls the bandage that wraps your chest.

The linen falls away to reveal your tattoo; over your left breast, where your pulse shivers the strongest, the black ink is stark against your skin. Permanently a part of you, a key is etched into your flesh, ornate and beautiful; the head of it bears two initials, entwined, distinctive: G J. At the very tip of the design, a paw-print is incorporated, part of the key’s head, a nod to your nickname. The meaning is obvious – the key, the placement, the letters. It’s a commitment forever, a promise that your heart is theirs, that you belong exclusively to them for as long as it beats.

There’s silence for a long moment, until both men blurt out words at the same time.

“You got a tattoo?” Jaskier’s voice is incredulous,

“You marked yourself for us?” Geralt’s tone is soft and reverent.

To answer both of them, you nod, before moving to cover yourself with your arms, feeling exposed. Geralt stops you, unable to tear his gaze from the mark, tracing it obsessively with his predator’s eyes, memorising every line of it. Jaskier walks over to get a closer look, crouching too, his movements precise and slow.

“It’ll be a year, in two days. Since… we met, I mean. I’ve been planning and saving this for months, ever since I began wearing our collar.” You explain, trying to calm down so you’ll at least be eloquent. “I knew we were coming here, and there’s a woman who does beautiful work–”

“–Faelynn.” Geralt murmurs; of course he knows her.

“–Y-yes. I wanted it to be perfect. I just needed time to make it a surprise, but I fucked up.” Sniffling, you rub at your eyes with the back of your hand. “It took hours to do, and I couldn’t see the window. I lost track of time. And I didn’t… I didn’t want to show you in these circumstances, so I panicked and I lied.” The truth felt good to get off your chest, although it presented another layer of potential punishment.

“Kitten, you… this is beautiful.” Jaskier softly traces the skin around the tattoo, and his gentle hand makes you shiver. “You’re right. It shouldn’t have been this way. This is a precious gift.” Softly, he picks up your hand to kiss your knuckles. “What an unfortunate day, hmm?”

Geralt’s pupils are dilated, and he finally meets your eyes. “You marked your skin on purpose.” He says, again; it’s as if he doesn’t understand, and then it dawns on you. All the scars he carries are memories, old traumas, things he never asked for. But you’ve done this out of love, and it’s a kind of scar he’d never considered before. Slowly, you nod.

He closes his eyes and draws his head to your own, his forehead meeting yours, and his breath quivers. “I can’t believe you’d do that for me… for us.”

More tears march down your cheeks, and you nuzzle him. “I’d do anything for us.”

He sits back, takes Jaskier’s hand, and squeezes it. “I thought we’d lost you, and then I thought you didn’t care, and now...” He shakes his head, overwhelmed. Jaskier leans into him, kissing his shoulder. “Now I want to take back those lashes.”

“No,” You tell him, “I disobeyed you both. I had good intentions, but I understand how I frightened you. My punishment was warranted.”

The Witcher nods slowly, trades a glance with Jaskier, and then looks back to you. “You don’t have to ride Roach,” He offers.

“I will take my punishment as it is given to me.” The hint of a smile touches your lips. “Because I trust your judgement.” You flick your gaze to the bard, “I trust both of you.”

The men sigh, one after the other, Geralt rubbing his face, and Jaskier shaking his head.

“Come on, Kitten.” The Witcher stands, and offers his hand. Jaskier mirrors him, and you grasp each one, wincing as they pull you to a stand. Geralt guides you to the bed to lay you face-down, carefully, as Jaskier fetches healing ointments and poppy milk. Gently, silently, they tend to you, rubbing a cream that numbs the pain into your welts, followed by two drops of milk on your tongue, washed down with iced water. Drowsiness washes over you like a warm wave at the beach, and you look up at the two men kneeling at the bedside, a dreamy smile touching your lips.

Geralt has his arm slung around Jaskier’s shoulder, and the bard is playing with a lock of your hair. “What are we going to do with you, Kitten?” He asks, his voice sweetly soft.

“Keep me, please.” Your voice is mostly swallowed by the pillow.

Geralt’s laughter soothes you; it’s one of your favourite sounds. “Oh, I suppose we have to now, don’t we?” He leans down to kiss your cheek. “Sleep, dear heart. In the morning, this will all feel better.”

You make a noise of agreement, and your lashes flutter as you close your eyes and succumb to slumber, knowing that they will watch over you and join you in the bed when they are ready to sleep, too.

“I told you she was going to be a handful when we met her.” Jaskier sighs, but his voice is lighter. He stands up to fetch some wine, as Geralt wanders behind him, leaning down to rest his chin on the smaller man’s shoulder.

“You did.” He agrees. When Jaskier is done pouring, the Witcher steals the cup, delighting in the other man’s indignant noise.

“Luckily, between us, we have four hands.” Jaskier begins to pour a second cup.

Geralt drinks of the wine and casts his gaze fondly over your slumbering form. “Hmmm. Lucky indeed.”

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Prompt: An impulse buy leading to intergalactic warfare.

Milo woke up suddenly as he fell to the floor, startled by the aggressive vibration of his phone. He blinked several times, trying to make out the name on the screen through the sleepy blur covering his eyes. A slight groan escaped his lips as he saw the name ‘Brian’ across the display and for a few seconds he debated going back to sleep. However, his curiosity got the better of him and he quickly found himself saying “Accept call.”

Brian and Milo had met during 2208, almost ten years ago, at a summer space camp. Those two months spent on the Lutra Space Station had been incredible and inspired both boys to pursue careers in space tech. For the next eight years, Brian and Milo were inseparable. They spent the majority of their free time together, studying and performing crazy experiments with the hopes of one day becoming famous space explorers like their role models. Unfortunately, as they grew, Milo slowly began to drift away from Brian. His mind was set on realistic goals, he wanted to be the head of the Earth’s Galactic Exploration Program (EGEP) and had been working almost 24/7 since his twentieth birthday to achieve this. Brian, on the other hand, never left his inner child behind and had been slowly building a name for himself as the laughingstock of the EGEP.

Brian and Milo both began working for the EGEP during the winter of 2216, after having completed many intensive space tech programs together. Milo had worked his way up the corporate ladder quickly and was now one of the main technicians on the Galactica spacecrafts - the first and only spaceship built for traveling between galaxies. Although intergalactic space travel had been banned since ‘The Incident’, a small, elite team of specially trained technicians was tasked with maintaining and enhancing the range of Galactica models. This project was kept strictly confidential at a national level and was self-funded by the EGEP, whose “task is to ensure Earth is prepared for any future by broadening horizons in the field of space exploration”, as their digital leaflets state in bright, attractive colours. Brian had also dreamed of being on this team; however, his wild talk of becoming a Galactica pilot had kept him at the lowest branch of the EGEP. In fact, he had managed to cling to his current job only by a thread, one strung out to him by Milo, who spent many hours on a monthly basis convincing his bosses that his friend deserved a spot within the EGEP, despite his occasional mad ramblings. These affairs eventually caused a strain between the young men and they rarely spent time together these days, which is why Brian was pleasantly surprised when Milo’s sleepy hologram appeared through his phone screen.

“It’s 2 am, Brian. And we have work tomorrow. What could possibly be up?” Milo groaned into his phone.

“Well, my dear friend Milo, the sky, space, Andromeda depending on where you stand, and now you, too, are up.” Brian grinned. “It’s late, I know, but I have a very good reason for calling you at this ridiculous hour. I can’t say much on the phone but meet me at our spot in the woods in an hour. You’ll want to see this.” His voice was hushed as if he was worried about being overheard yet there was still a certain bounce to his words, a hint of excitement which Milo hadn’t heard in Brian’s voice for years.

The clear night sky sparkled with the shine of millions of stars, while the moonlight illuminated Milo’s path through the woods. The hills and woods behind EGEP headquarters were the best places for stargazing due to their remote location. The air around the base was the cleanest on Earth, with an Air Quality Index of 71 and getting better by the year with the new advancements in air purifying technology. The flora and fauna here was also the most diverse, providing a home to 80% of the Earth’s remaining species. Milo loved walking through these woods for those very reasons, he liked to be close to nature, to really feel the Earth in a way not many others could.

Brian was pacing rapidly with a big grin on his face when Milo approached him. “So what’s this big secret you woke me up in the middle of the night for then?”

“It’s a little further away, on the other side of the woods. I’ll tell you as we walk.” Brian replied, turning to walk further away from the EGEP base. Milo followed him quietly, waiting to hear his best friend’s newest idea and secretly hoping it wouldn’t land them in trouble in the morning. “So I was scrolling through the backstreet online market… through an encrypted device, don’t give me that look! Anyways, I was looking for some quality hybrid bud, the kind you only get on other planets, when I came across something amazing. Now, it’s a little out there and I know you might think I’m crazy at first but just try to keep an open mind, okay?” Brian smiled at his friend, though his eyes gave off a slight air of nervousness.

“The last time you told me to keep an open mind we ended up buried in lunar soil and the principal made us… OH MY SWEET ROCKS BRIAN WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?” Milo yelled and stared frantically from his friend to the object just 200 paces away from them. It was an exact replica of the Galactica 400X, except for the colouring. “I know how it looks but come on Milo, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Some ex-EGEP technician rebuilt this model and he was selling it for a very decent price and…”

“Wait… WAIT. You are thinking of FLYING this thing!? As your best friend, Brian, it is my job to tell you that you have officially gone off the space pipes! We are not going to space on our own without even a trained pilot let alone the fact that intergalactic travel has been banned for hmm... FOUR HUNDRED YEARS. I mean what were you thinking?” Milo exclaimed.

“Look everyone thinks I’m crazy and maybe I am but this has been my lifelong dream and damn it I am going to make it happen! I am going to fly a Galactica, Milo, whether you come with me or not. Plus we won’t take any outer space pipes, just a few quick spins round the station. And I have been doing extensive research on piloting one.” Brian replied and made his way towards the entrance of the spacecraft. After a few moments Milo groaned and ran into the ship behind him.

They had looped around the station a few times and taken in the magnificent views of Earth, although far less green than it once was, when suddenly the blood drained from Brian’s face. He looked at Milo and gulped. “Try not to panic but… well…” Brian stammered.

“What is it, Brian?”

“I’ve lost control of the spacecraft, I can’t take us back, and I have no idea where we are heading.”

Milo laughed until he realised Brian wasn’t joking, at which point he continued laughing but this time at the absurdity of his life. He looked outside at the vast darkness interspersed with tiny spots of light in the distance and thought of how insignificant he was compared to it all. This thought always gave him comfort in a time of worry.

“Look, Brian, I know we have drifted apart in the last few years and that the guys at EGEP haven’t always been the kindest to you, but I want you to know I love you, man. You’re my best friend and I honestly couldn’t think of anyone else I would rather end up dying on an illegal spaceship with.” Milo smiled at Brian who let out a loud snort. They stood like that in silence for a while, waiting to see what was in store.

“CAUTION! CAUTION! Accelerating speed to intergalactic levels. Please remain seated and keep all seat belts fastened.” The sudden computerized yell startled both men who stared at each other in terror as the spacecraft sped past a sign which read ‘Andromeda Space Pipe - Fast Track’. A few seconds later, once they flew through the Andromeda pipe line entrance, a loud, piercing sound began to radiate outside the ship. “Oh fuck,” Brian exclaimed.

“What could possibly be worse than this?” Milo stared at him.

“So you know how I like to research alien civilizations, especially those of Andromeda… Well, the residents of Stellaris communicate mainly through sounds and… Oh, Milo, I think we’ve started an intergalactic war.”

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miss-pearlescent · 4 years

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Stuck at a Vampire Dinner Party (M)

When you first applied to be a vampire’s secretary a year ago, you didn’t think you would be spending a night pretending to be his toy (｡◕‿◕｡✿) M for smut.

You stifled a yawn as you cleared another email from the inbox. Only 10 more to go for tonight. Sometimes, it baffled you how many corporate emails a vampire lord could receive. In the 9 months that you’ve worked as Kai’s secretary, you’d probably replied to more emails than was healthy for an average human being.

Rubbing your eyes under your glasses, you took another sip of your tea and went back to the inbox. You had to blink twice when you suddenly saw that there was a new message in the Deleted folder. You never deleted a new message. No emails got past your eyes and straight to the Trash.

Curious, you clicked into the folder and found an invite.

For a vampire council function. You glanced down at your calendar.

Next week.

Immediately, you picked up your phone, going straight to the video chat function with Kai.

“C’mon. Pick up...” you muttered, tapping your foot impatiently.

Finally, your call was answered, but the screen was black.

“Kai?”

The grunt on the other end was sleepy. Weird. You thought Kai didn’t sleep.

Whatever. At least he was there.

“Kai, did you see this?” You flipped your phone camera around to show him the email.

Another grunt, this time in acknowledgement.

You turned the camera back to your face again and gave him an incredulous look. “Why was it deleted? Why didn’t you tell me about it? You need to go!” The vampire council was an important group of leaders, and Kai had only recently been appointed. He needed to attend to keep up with appearances.

“Scroll down to the bottom,” he said, sounding like he couldn’t care less about this email.

You did as he said, scanning the text quickly.

“Formal attire...Vegetarian menu available...Human guests encouraged...” Nothing seemed off. “I don’t get it. It sounds like a regular party to me.”

Kai’s face suddenly appeared on the screen along with his signature glare. You tried not to gasp as you looked lower and realized he was half-naked and in bed. He was your boss, yes, but that didn’t mean you didn’t find him attractive. Deep down, you knew that if he had asked you to get on your knees, you’d probably do it with a goofy smile on your face.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted out as you felt your face get hotter. “Were you sleeping?” Sure, it was only his collarbones you were seeing, but they were a nice set of collarbones and they were giving you dirty thoughts already.

“No, I don’t sleep.” You knew that, but he said the fact with a smirk anyway. “Just...relaxing.”

“Shirtless?” you couldn’t help but ask. You had only ever seen him in a suit and tie, never anything casual.

His smirk grew into a smile and you had to look away for a second before you swooned. “And pantless. Why, is it suddenly illegal to be naked in my own house?”

You shouldn’t have asked. Pressing the back of your hand to your cheek to try and cool it down, you veered the topic to the important subject at hand. “You need to attend this function, Kai. It’s in your best interests. I don’t see why you wouldn’t.”

“Because it says ‘Human guests encouraged.’“

You looked at the email and then back at his face on the screen. “And?”

“That means they’re mandatory.”

You waved a hand in the air. “Then bring a human guest!” you said as if it were the most obvious statement in the world. Because it was, was it not?

He ran a hand through his hair, messing it up. “It’s not that simple, sugar. When humans are added to the mix, it can turn into a different kind of event. The council will be too distracted to have any meaningful discussions. They will simply go into a bloodlust orgy and compete to see who can suck the most amount of humans that night without killing a single one.”

Your body temperature dropped a few degrees at the thought. “Oh.” You knew where you stood on vampires treating humans as playthings, and Kai mirrored many of your views. That was one of the reasons you were comfortable applying for this position.

“And you know I don’t like to mess around with humans, let alone tolerate one sitting beside me for a whole night,” he added with a grimace.

“Oh.” You licked your lips, trying not to let the words hurt you. You knew he was speaking broadly because he had had bad experiences with humans in the past. Kai only ever drank packaged animal blood now, delivered from a farm close to the city.

You just wished that sometimes he saw you as more than just a mere human.

You shook your head, ridding it of negative thoughts. He was your employer. It didn’t matter what he thought of you because at the end of the day, he was simply the writer of your paycheques.

It didn’t matter that he couldn’t stand being around your people.

“But what about your position?” you asked. “Will it be affected if you’re a no-show?”

He gave a slight shrug and looked away from the camera, distant. “Who knows? We’ll wait and see, I guess.”

You furrowed your brows. Wait and see? After all these months of fighting for the position? “Kai...”

“There’s not much else we can do,” he said with a sigh. “I’m not bringing some stranger I can’t trust to an important function, and where am I going to get an agreeable human anyway?”

You tapped your foot, an idea popping into your head. It was a good idea, but also a terrifying one. “How about I be your plus-one?” Your voice was soft, almost meek.

But he heard it. He froze, making you think the video chat had stopped working. “What?”

“I’ll be your human. You tolerate me just fine, don’t you? And I know how the vampire council works. I know to follow the rules.”

“Sugar,” his voice was low as he growled the name he gave you. He liked to call a few people certain names, and you didn’t mind that he called you something sweet and simple. “It can get dangerous, especially if you’ve never been bitten before.”

Kai had told you that virgin blood was always the most enticing, which was why he fitted you with a pair of earrings that warded off other vampires from the smell of your neck. “It’s okay. I’ll have my earrings and I won’t let anyone near me. You’ll be with me too, right?”

His lips were thin with defiance. How to convince him that he needed to attend this?

“You can’t risk your position this early on in the game. They’ll do anything to take you down.” Kai’s views of harmony between vampires and humans weren’t shared by everyone on the council. There were those that tolerated humans like Kai did, and then there were others that hated everything about humans. “I like my position as your secretary. If you lose your position, I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep my job.”

He ran a hand through his hair again and you knew you had won. If Kai didn’t hold his seat on the council, he would lose all campaign money and he would not have a need for a secretary at all. “Fine,” he bit out, “but only because you agreed to this. Accept the invitation and we’ll discuss the rules next week.”

You almost clapped with glee as you clicked the Accept button in the email. As a human, you always found vampires interesting. Though it was risky walking into a party full of vampires, it was going to satisfy a hundred curious questions you had not dared ask Kai. “See you Monday!” You waved goodbye at the screen.

Kai only snorted. “Goodnight, sugar.”

You looked down at the dress again. You knew the rules but how strict were they actually? Kai made it seemed like they were more important than the bible.

“Wear red. Hands on your lap at all times. No speaking unless I say so.”

It sounded less and less appealing the more rules he rattled off. Wear red? You hated red. It brought so much attention to your body and hid nothing. You were used to wearing frumpy hoodies to hide all the lumps and rolls on your body. The closest to business-formal you wore was an all-black suit and pants.

Black was easy. It hid you in the shadows and the darkness. Nobody noticed how big you were compared to other girls.

But red? Red was...jarring to look at in the mirror.

Still, all the humans were supposed to wear red. You just wished you were smaller like the others.

You pushed up your glasses and wondered if you should trade them for contacts before you left. But Kai had said to avoid prolonged eye contact with any member of the council, so you decided to wear your glasses for now, until you had to sit down for dinner where you could take them off and not make direct eye contact with anybody as you ate blindly.

Yes, perfect plan.

A knock came from your apartment door and your heart fluttered for a second. You told yourself to stay calm as you grabbed your clutch and slipped on your little heels. Taking a deep breath, you pulled open the door.

You couldn’t meet Kai’s eyes, not when he stood there looking so handsome in a black suit that matched his black hair. As you turned to lock your door, you caught a bit of his cologne that even smelled expensive. The thought made you feel like a cheap sausage.

“Why do you look so uncomfortable?”

You frowned. That was his first sentence to you? Not even a hello, how are you?

Turning back around, ready to give Kai an earful, you saw that he was genuinely curious. His head was tilted to the side and he had his hands in his pockets, all casual.

Your shoulders slumped under the weight of looking subpar. “I don’t like wearing red. It feels weird. I’m going to meet all these people looking like an overstuffed sausage casing. Why wouldn’t I look uncomfortable?”

Kai’s fingers suddenly came up to caress your chin, forcing you to look at him. “But you’re going to be my date tonight, and we’re going to meet dozens of vampires. If you show no fear, they will not bother you.” He gave a smirk, showing off one of his fangs as he glanced down to your overflowing chest. “So shoulders back. I find that I am suddenly craving a bit of pepperoni.”

You rolled your eyes and gave him a playful smack on the arm as you followed him into the elevators.

He threw his head back in a laugh as he led you down to the parking garage. “What? Maybe some salami?”

“I’ll shove a salami up your ass if you don’t start driving in the next thirty seconds,” you said, slipping into the passenger seat and pulling the door closed.

When he began rummaging through the glove compartment instead of driving, you furrowed your brows.

“I want you to put these on.” He handed you a velvet box that looked as expensive as the box that contained the earrings he gave you months ago.

Opening it, you saw that it was a set of jewellery: one necklace, and four bangles. “For me?” You had already accessorized to the best of your abilities, trying to match the glass drop earrings, but these were a perfect set.

“The necklace for extra protection around your neck, and the bracelets are for your wrists and ankles.”

You nodded and snapped everything on quickly so that the two of you could leave sooner than later. You hated being late. “Is this okay?” you asked, bringing the glass drop down to sit right at the tip of your cleavage.

You tried not to melt under Kai’s watchful eyes. Even when he wasn’t trying, he held such an intense gaze. “Good,” he murmured.

“Good?” you teased. “You could at least say that I look like an expensive piece of uncomfortable salami.”

“Put your shoulders back.”

You did, and you noticed it made your chest pop forward too. You tried your best to keep your hands from coming up to cover the front.

“Perfect.” His eyes caught yours as he looked up from your necklace. “Now you look like you belong at a vampire’s dinner.”

His words made you shiver.

It seemed it didn’t matter if you wore your glasses or even if you spent an extra 15 minutes getting your eyeliner drawn straight, because you were handed a lacy blindfold the moment you stopped at the front gates of the property. The security guard there said all humans were to wear it for the duration of the night unless directed otherwise by the property owner.

That meant you were clinging to Kai’s arms all night. Through the lace, you could see a few blobs here and there, but no distinct faces. You were thankful that everyone was seated soon after arrival, as there seemed to be a presentation starting. The only issue was that there didn’t seem to be seats for humans. All human women sat in their vampire males’ laps, and the few female vampires sat in the laps of their human men.

You gingerly sat on Kai’s knee until he slung an arm around your waist, pulling you closer so he could bring his seat in.

“Kai,” you whispered as everyone else got settled. “I don’t want to squish you.”

“Shh.” He kept his arm around you and looked to the screen.

You couldn’t see the slides that were passing on the screen, but you understood what they were talking about. The council was deciding whether or not to send more men to help with the war on the other side of the country. There, the werewolves had enslaved the population—vampires and humans alike—and the human government was doing little to stop it. There was not much they could do, not when the werewolves had such a strong leader who threatened to take over the entire continent.

When the speaker began listing off casualties, you couldn’t help but grab Kai’s wrist. So many humans, so many vampires, all innocent, were losing their lives.

Kai spread his hand open, lacing his fingers between yours before he cleared his throat.

Silence filled the air and you had a prickling feeling that everyone was looking your way.

“What about the ships and planes we sent to bring back civilians?”

You bit your lip as the council mulled over Kai’s question. It was an idea that you had offered Kai early on, when he had first told you about the war efforts, and after the council had approved it, you had not heard many updates at all.

A burly voice came from the front. “The first plane is set to arrive back in three days at Port Landly. It is only carrying human women and children, and we’ll have them in quarantine until we know there is no indication of the werewolf virus. Female vampires will be next on the list.”

You breathed out a small sigh of relief as Kai rubbed little circles on your hip, soothing your nerves bit by bit. He knew this was important to you, and you squeezed his hand in gratitude.

The rest of the meeting went by smoothly, except for one moment when two council members argued over the amount of resources that should be given to those being brought in from the war.

But it was all forgotten when dinner arrived.

You couldn’t see what was being served, but you could smell the spices, the juicy meat, the roasted vegetables. Your stomach growled only loud enough for Kai to hear, thankfully, and you couldn’t wait to dig in.

He gave a low chuckle behind you. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” you whispered. But you looked down and frowned. Even with the blindfold on, you could only make out one plate in front of you. It didn’t look like a big serving either.

Were you supposed to share this small plate with Kai?

You looked around as Kai picked up a knife and fork. All the others looked like they had one plate in front of each seat as well. Squinting your eyes, you tried to see how the other tables were set, but you couldn’t quite make it out.

“Ahh, open wide,” Kai’s voice tickled your ear and you felt a bit of warm gravy touch your lips. You opened your mouth and melted when a buttery piece of steak touched your tongue.

You moaned as you chewed, amazed by the way the meat just fell apart in your mouth. It was the best steak you’d ever had in your life.

“First time feeding?” a woman asked beside you.

You looked over but could only make out big blond curls, and you weren’t sure how to answer anyway. Good thing you were told to be quiet. You could do that as you swallowed the juicy meat.

“No,” Kai replied curtly, cutting another piece of steak and slathering it in the gravy before popping it in your mouth.

“Mm,” the woman hummed as she turned to feed her own guest. “Then new lover? I’ve never seen someone react like that to a feeding. Better put those fangs away before you scare her, big boy.”

You felt more than heard the growl behind you, and you knew Kai was getting uneasy. Suddenly, the steak felt dry in your mouth.

Touching his elbow, you turned so you could whisper, “It’s okay, I can feed myself.”

But Kai continued to cut the meat and skewer a few vegetables in his fork. “You’re not allowed.”

Right. Hands on lap at all times. That was one of the rules.

But it was obviously making Kai uncomfortable if his fangs were showing. He only ever showed them when he was angry and wanted to look threatening.

You chewed and swallowed every piece quickly, wanting dinner to be over but also wishing you could savour every bite.

“Slow down,” he teased. “The food’s not going to run away.”

You gulped down a bit of wine that he placed at your lips. “But your fangs...”

“Don’t worry about me. I’m enjoying the show.”

You inclined your head and accepted another piece of roasted carrot, amazed by how sweet it was when you bit into it. You could hear music playing around the room and knew there was some dancing going on on the stage. Kai enjoyed the art of dance, and you were glad he was watching that as you took your time analyzing every bite of food.

It wasn’t until you were done the entire meal that you heard the funny noise, as if somebody was crying out in pain.

You grabbed Kai’s arm by instinct. “Did you hear that?” You whipped your head around, but everyone seemed to be in the same position as before.

“It’s nothing,” he murmured, setting the knife and fork down.

You leaned back and relaxed, listening to the music that drifted around the room. You wondered what would be served for dessert and you hoped it was something light because your stomach was about to burst.

It was about two seconds of relaxation before you stiffened, noticing something hard was prodding into your back.

Your eyes widened and you didn’t know what to do. Were you supposed to address the fact that Kai was sporting a huge hard-on? Were you supposed to be offended or flattered? He was your boss after all...a hot, hot boss.

His fingers innocently tapped to the beat of the music against the back of your hand, but his erection was the complete opposite of innocent.

Another shout came from the room, this time closer, and you turned your head to the side.

You couldn’t be sure, not when you were missing your glasses and had a huge blindfold in the way, but you swore the woman beside you had turned in her partner’s lap and was now having sex with him.

Even with your poor vision, you were 99% certain.

And she was moaning, loud and proud.

Your eyes darted around and you realized there were two other guests laid out on the table, their vampire counterparts on top of them.

You pulled away, only to be met by the hard chest and hard arms and hard-on of Kai.

You gulped as you craned your head to look at him. “What’s going—” your voice trailed off in a gasp. Even through the lace, you could see two huge white fangs protruding from Kai’s full lips. You had never seem them so long, and you wondered if they bothered him because they looked like they were throbbing, if that was even possible.

Then you felt your pulse throbbing. You put a hand to your neck, knowing your vein must be jumping out of your skin with the rush of adrenaline. You also had to adjust your seat because you could feel your pulse down there, too.

But adjusting your bottom made Kai hiss.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, placing a hand on his chest.

“It’s okay,” he murmured, pulling you back and barricading you with his strong arms like they were seat belts made of muscle. You couldn’t move and it made you feel secure...except the sounds were growing louder and Kai’s breathing was getting faster.

You gulped and licked your lips, trying not to look up even though nobody could see your eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to leave?”

“I’m fine.” But he didn’t sound fine, not when his voice was so raspy. This must have been the bloodlust he was talking about, and you touched your hand to the necklace, making sure it was still in place. “Nobody will touch you, I promise,” he soothed.

His embrace was tight, tight enough to make you moan. Maybe you wanted him to touch you, especially when the warmth of his body enveloped you like this. And it didn’t help that his length seemed to get harder and longer by the second.

You couldn’t handle it. Your hand came up and shifted his fingers over just a touch so that they grazed your nipple. You sucked in a breath the same time as him, realizing your nipple was already tightened and waiting for him. “You can touch me,” you said in a hush. “It would look weird if everyone is having sex and we’re...not.”

His breath was hot against your skin. “Are you sure?” But even so, his fingers had already ducked under the neckline of your dress, teasing your aching breasts out of their confines.

You moaned, tilting your head back to rest on his shoulder as he played with your nipples. “All part of the job, right?” you teased, your voice panting as you arched up to meet his touch.

He chuckled, his other hand pulling up your skirt. “What a nice perk, getting orgasms from your boss. Put your feet up, sugar.” He brought his hand under your knee, pulling your leg up.

For a second, you hesitated, because that meant exposing yourself to everyone on the council. But then you looked around and realized other humans were in much more compromising positions. One man had five women feasting on his body on the table.

Nobody would notice if you brought your feet up, right?

Kicking off your heels, you put one foot on the table while Kai held your other leg, ensuring you were spread wide open. You panted as you watched his hand slide down lower.

Your hand shot up to grab his, slightly embarrassed by the sight of his strong fingers cupping your mound. “Kai, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you reminded him. You knew he was only here because you insisted.

“Hands on your lap, remember?” he chided, scraping a fang against the sensitive skin on your neck. “Why wouldn’t I want to touch my sweet little secretary’s wet pussy? It’s practically begging for me.”

You tucked your hands back on your lap and tried not to squirm as you salivated over the veins on his arms while he pushed aside your panties. One finger slid down deep and you shivered as he played with your wetness, spreading it around so it covered your entrance.

He nibbled against your skin again and you tilted your head to give him better access. “This is even better than I imagined,” he murmured.

“I-imagined?” you squeaked as one finger slipped inside of your heat and then left just as quickly. Kai was such a tease, even in the bedroom.

“Hmm.” He ripped the thin fabric of your panties and spread your folds, finding the one spot he’d been looking for. He put a gentle finger to the hard nub, rolling it around. “When you FaceTimed me that night, I was in the middle of jacking myself off.”

You gasped, unsure if it was the image of him touching himself or the fact that he was expertly stroking your clit that set you off. “You were? I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” He feathered a few kisses down your throat. “You wouldn’t be apologizing if I had told you that night.”

“I might have.” You gulped, your legs shaking as he continued his little circles on your sensitive spot. “I called you late at night in a panic. It was my fault.”

“Really? Even if I told you I was playing images of you on your knees? Of you touching yourself as you called me, begging for my cock over the phone?” He slipped a finger inside your wet folds, the sound loud in your ears even over the music and the vocal cries of the other guests. “What if I told you I was jacking myself off while thinking of my fangs sucking you dry?”

You cried out, squirming as the orgasm threatened to hit you.

But a cool hand touched your knee, and you froze.

Behind you, Kai’s growl was audible.

“You should share, big boy!” It was the nattering voice of the woman sitting beside you at the table. “I’ve never been with a bigger woman before.”

You immediately closed your legs, a difficult feat considered how hard Kai’s grip was on your knee.

“She’s mine.” Kai’s voice was feral, causing you to nearly flinch. You had never heard him like this before, not even in the board meetings when higher-ups threatened to kick his campaign off the trail.

The woman’s laugh was shrill meanwhile her companion was grunting like an animal as he rutted her. “I know, I know. I can see the family jewels on her from a mile away.” The words made you touch your earrings to ensure they were in place. “But just a sip?”

You could feel Kai’s glare and was surprised the woman didn’t simper at all.

“Unless, of course, you hadn’t even had a taste of her yourself?”

Your face must’ve given the answer away because the woman laughed again before returning to her human.

Blood rushed through your ears, blocking out even the noisiest of the party guests. You shouldn’t have pushed Kai to come here. All that happened tonight was the entire council making a joke of you and him. He didn’t deserve it, and you wished you could take away the woman’s words.

“What do you need?” Kai’s voice was soft but rushed, like he sounded frantic for some reason.

You looked back. “What do you mean?”

“Ignore everybody else here.” He tilted your chin up and pressed a light kiss to your lower lip. “What do you need to get off?”

“I...” He still wanted to give her an orgasm? After all this? Tears pricked at the back of your eyes and you were glad for the blindfold. You were so glad for Kai, for somebody who listened to your needs and asked for your opinion. You couldn’t deny him what he wanted, especially if what he wanted was an orgasm out of you. “I just need you.”

He groaned, sounding defeated, and his fingers lifted the necklace out of the way so he could suck on a little spot between your neck and shoulder. “Do you need my cock, sugar? Say it and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you anything.”

You nodded frantically, grasping at the skirt of your dress to get it out of the way while Kai fumbled with the fly of his pants.

You knew he was big. You knew he was hard as a steel rod. But you still weren’t prepared for the size of him as he entered you. He held your legs open while you guided him in, yet the action felt too slow but too fast at the same time.

He was filling you up and you felt like your lungs were no longer working.

“Breathe,” he hissed. “You’re fucking tight as hell.”

You let out a shuddering breath as he slowly lowered your entire body down on him, entering you to the hilt. You gulped in deep breaths of air as you watched his fingers find your clit again, already swollen from the near-orgasm before, and begin teasing it again.

Except this time, he was rougher.

“Kai...” you panted, holding onto his arm for balance as he rocked into you. His other hand tilted your chin toward him, capturing your whimper in a soft kiss.

Suddenly, the blindfold fell away. You reached a hand up to grab it, but Kai tossed it to the floor.

You realized, belatedly, that all the other humans were already free of their blindfolds. Had you missed the memo?

“Where are your glasses?”

You reached into your clutch and pulled out the black frames, popping them on your face and suddenly grateful for them. You could see everything. The room looked like an ancient courtyard. Kai looked like a vampire king with his huge fangs. His cock was still inside you, hard and ready.

“There you are.” Kai pulled you in for another kiss, pumping into you from behind until you were a whimpering mess. “God, you look so beautiful like this.”

“Bite me.”

He threw his head back in a laugh and playfully bit your shoulder as he toyed with your clit some more.

You moaned but ran a hand through his perfect hair. “I’m serious, Kai. I want you to bite me.”

He stopped, his features freezing to a blank stare. He looked like he could kill an army of men or maybe set off an eternal winter in the tropics.

But you knew he was just thinking.

You cupped his face and rolled your hips, trying to convince him. “Make me come the way you imagined.”

He gave a stuttered groan and lowered his lips to your neck, sucking on the same spot again. “I’m going to make this good for you, sugar. You’ll never forget your first orgasm with Kai the vampire lord.”

You wanted to laugh, but it was cut off short when you felt the fangs pierce through your sensitive flesh. Too scared to move in case something went wrong, you stayed utterly still.

Except Kai was still thrusting into you and torturing your clit between his fingers. You shook as his fangs sank deeper, and you suddenly felt a warmth rush through your body.

A cry gurgled in the bottom on your throat. You hands and feet tingled. You were trembling as the pleasure washed over your veins, bathing you in ecstasy.

No wonder the other guests were so vocal. You could barely hold it in as you screamed Kai’s name. You voice seemed to echo through the walls as Kai sucked on your neck, pulling your blood into his mouth.

Yet he didn’t stop fucking you. His cock wouldn’t stop even as you shook like a quivering mess in his arms. You came once, twice, maybe three times in the span of just as many seconds. He just went harder, faster. Relentless.

It was hard to keep track of where Kai’s body started and ended in regards to your own body, and you slowly realized his fangs were no longer in your neck. Instead, his lips were brushing against your ear.

“That’s it. You’re a filthy little secretary, aren’t you?” His tongue came out to tease the shell of your ear. “Everyone here knows that you’re mine and that my cock is the only one that can make you squirt like this.”

You looked down and found that his lap was all wet. You covered your mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so—”

He pulled you back against his chest, cutting you off as he drove his cock into you, making you squirt over the edge of the dinner table this time.

“Kai!”

Losing his gentleness, his hands were rough as they rubbed your clit back and forth, squeezing out every last drop from you. Then he forced your down back onto his cock as you trembled in his arms.

He stifled his moans against your shoulder as you felt his hot seed shoot into you. Even that seemed to set you off and you shook again as he kept coming. And coming.

And coming.

You looked down and found that his milky spend was mixing with your clear juices.

The two of you had made a proper mess.

“Fuck.” Kai panted against your heated skin, pulling you close to him. His cock was still hot and apparent inside you, twitching every so often.

The woman beside you had the audacity to giggle, even though she was laid out on her back, her human companion’s face lost between her legs. “The two of you look like you’ve been to parties like this before.”

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Update: If you liked that story, I wrote a part two! Click here to read it :)

The pacing of this story is a little sporadic because I had to write it in multiple sessions thanks to my erratic schedule these days. I try to write things in one sitting just so I keep the same mood and pacing throughout, but that didn’t happen this time LOL I hope you guys still liked it nonetheless! I never used to write about glasses (because I don’t wear glasses so idk how to relate) but it’s been popping up in a lot of things I’m reading so I’ve been incorporating them in my stories a bunch hehehehe

Also...ALSO! This story was supposed to be a lot more.......risqué than what it turned out to be. As you can see from the blurb in the beginning (which I wrote before I started writing the story), things were supposed to be more...mmm.....bdsm??? But that kinda stuff scares me a little bit LOLLLLLLL In the sense that I don’t know how to put it into words and when I do, I backpedal and just ask fictional Kai to give the fictional oc a hug LMAO

ok goodnight. Thanks for reading :)

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Joey had a sinking feeling in his gut as he was on his way home from work. normally on a Friday night, and a payday at that, he'd of been happy to make his way back to his new home he shared with his loving boyfriend and his semi new little brother, the Kaiba boys, but he'd caught a glimpse of Mokuba and Yugi in a car heading for the turtle game shop. which meant if Mokuba was having a sleepover and it was date night.. "Aw fuck. I'm gonna be in huggies t'night." Joey groaned, getting a look of confusion from a nearby corporate type who was on his cell phone. "Mind yer own business." Joey huffed and sulked. Seto was a loving boyfriend, and spoiled Joey rotten in so many ways. Joey didn't need to walk to and from his security job at a mall, or even needed the job itself truth be told. But Joey liked to be able to be independent which sadly was a concept his loving boyfriend had some problems with. 'Ya would think someone who was taking collage classes and running a billion dollar company would get it.' Joey thought, slowing his walk down now that he knew what was waiting for him. Despite being seen as a cold and distant person by 90 percent of the world, Joey knew that under that layer of ice was..well more ice. but under THAT layer..well OK more ice. But if you dug down deep enough, there was this giant teddy bear that just wanted to hug you and pamper you. literally. and when Seto got in daddy mode, only one thing would get in his way of whining and begging Joey to let him pad him up. Mokuba. There was a reason Joey had been trying to start a Friday night tradition of pizza and movies but apparently Seto had been able to bribe his brother out of the house. 'And now I'm gonna get home and he's gonna have a pack of those freaking pampers out..and how the hell did he manage to get pampers to make diapers in my size anyways?! ...No you know what? I'm putting my foot down this time. I'm gonna go, have a beer, enjoy a few slices and maybe then I'll think about it!' Joey thought to himself, picking up the pace and walking though the front gate of the mansions yard, then slumped again. "...Oh who am i fucking kidding. it's gonna be milk and baby food and crapping myself tonight. He's taking me clubbing tomorrow night now though!" Joey muttered to himself. walking in he didn't even get a chance to call out that he was home before Seto was standing in front of him, holding up one of the thick massive pamper brand diapers. "Pleassssse?" Seto said and gave joey puppy eyes. "..I'm gonna draw up a list of demands and you're gonna cave into everyone of them. but yes. just let me get a shower first." Joey said, wondering again if the sweet and loving and rational boyfriend Seto was 90 percent of the time was worth the other 10 percent. "Deal!" Seto squealed and went to go and finish getting things ready.

Seto hummed and was grinning ear to ear as he laid out the diaper, some boosters, and a cute little outfit for the cutest big baby in the world, thinking about just how easy it had been to get Mokuba out of the house. One little fake rant about how he'd destroy the pharaoh and the like and Mokuba had asked to stay out for the night, tired of the crazy. The servants were given the night off so him and his adorable little big toddler could just cuddle and play and Seto was so lost in his thoughts he missed it as Joey tried to get his attention, till the wet towel hit him in the back of his head. "...really?" "hey, you want a big toddler, better learn ta pay attention." Joey said and shrugged and held up his hands. "...Your lucky your cute you know that?" "excuse me, but out of the two of us here, who's pushing their luck more?" Joey asked and winked, strolling over and then jumping up and turning mid jump to land on his back on the bed. "heh. Ok I'll give you that. Now did you go poo poo or pee pee at daycare today little guy?" Seto asked, getting into character and lightly tickling Joey's tummy. Joey rolled his eyes,he still wasn't on board with referring to his job as daycare, but taking a deep breath he switched on that baby tone that made Seto melt. "I went pee pee in the potty dis many times t'day daddy." He said and held up three fingers as a blush came to his face. "and I went all by myself!" "Oh my! Such a big boy!" Seto praised. "Daddies still gonna diaper you though since you have a stinky present in your tummy tum just waiting to come out." Seto coo'ed and then leaned down and tickled Joeys tummy more. "Who's got a big stinky present in his tummy tum? you do! yes you do!" knowing full well just how ticklish Joey's sides were Seto targeted them next, making the blond 20 year old yelp and burst into a fit of giggles. "ah! No fair! Cheating!" Joey cried out, trying to get free. "Noooo tickles!" "Sorry little guy, But i"m channeling the tickle monster, and you're monster food!" Seto chuckled. "Ahahahaha n-no stop ahahahaha W-wait I'm gonna!" Joey tried to wheeze out a warning between his laughs and Seto realized seconds to late maybe he should of stopped. Of course by then Joey was peeing on the front of his shirt and Seto stopped. "..I uh..had a big gulp on the way home." Joey said sheepishly, poking two fingers together as the flow finally stopped. "...I'm gonna choice to believe that was done to give me the full experience." Seto said and then lifted Joey off the bed, and onto a back up changing mat on the floor.

Joey was mortified as Seto powered him and got him tapped in the bulky white diaper, and found himself sucking on his thumb and blushing while Seto got out a different outfit for him. while his little accident had managed to avoid the diaper, the light blue short-alls and white diaper shirt hadn't of been so lucky. 'Now der's irony fer ya.' Joey thought, slurping away at his thumb. it was a bad habit he was picking up for all the date nights that turned into baby nights and it was starting to spill over to his big boy time. just the other day at work he'd had to claim he'd banged his thumb when busted by a co-worker. it was also a case of irony that even Seto wasn't a fan of the thumb sucking, which was shown as he turned around with a dark purple t-shirt and a pair of dark green shorts and scowled. "What do you think o- Little man! what have I told you about sucking your thumb?" Seto scolded Joey, coming over and setting the clothes down and pulling the thumb out with a pop. "Uhhh dat's good eating?" the diapered 20 year old tried, really feeling like he WAS just a 2 year old. "strike one." Seto said, trying not to smirk, as he reached into the diaper bag. "Thumbs like boyfriends are made for sucking?" Joey said and gave his best 'I'm so cute you can't be mad' smile. "Maybe tomorrow if your good tonight. Last chance." Seto said and his mouth was twitching badly as he tried to stay stern. "...Little boys thumbs has germs on it and they should be sucking on paci's." Joey huffed and pouted. He just couldn't explain it, but Joey was of the view that hands down, his thumb tasted and felt better in his mouth then any of the many different pacifiers that they had tried. It was a semi holy quest of Seto's to find one that Joey wouldn't have a fuss about. Opening his mouth for the large nipple of the new paci, and noting it was at least black like his red eyes, Joey gave it a few experimental suckles. "well?" Seto asked. 'shit..dis one actually feels pretty good.' Joey thought, though he made a show of it and shrugged but kept nursing as Seto helped him sit up. with the paci in his mouth Joey instinctively became a lot more willing to play along, raising his arms for daddy and letting him tug the shirt on. then letting daddy help him stand and putting his hands on daddies shoulders while he stepped into his shorts, which were then tugged up. Then he sat on a bed of the bed he hadn't of soaked and raised his feet up as Daddy tugged up some white socks with the red eyes black dragon on them and grinned around his paci. "heh, I'm sorry we haven't gotten your red eyes shirt back from the dry cleaners left after last time. I still wanna know how you managed to turn your pasta into a paste and got it all over yourself though." Seto chuckled. Normally a statement like that would of had Joey all blushy, but again, this time.. He just smirked and flexed his arms. "oh i see. and here i am without tickets to the gun show." Seto teased and tapped a finger on Joey nose. Seto held out a hand for Joey to take, since normally Joey insisted on walking (or crawling if Seto triple diapered him) rather then be carried but he just felt all small and little and held out his arms for uppies. "...You..You sure?" Seto asked, grinning ear to ear, and Joey nodded. "...I'm buying the company that made that pacifier." Seto chuckled and lifted joey up and sat him on his hip, a arm under Joeys well padded tush. Joey leaned in and snuggled into daddy as he wrapped his legs around him and gurgled softly behind his paci as daddy carried them downstairs.

Seto couldn't get over the change in behavior from Joey's normal big baby time to this time. there was no eye rolling, no smart ass remarks.when he'd sat Joey on a blanket on the floor with some toys, he'd gone and grabbed a stuffie of the red eyes and then scooted on his diaper butt, not even crawling, scooted, over to the couch and crawled up and snuggled into him. "you sure you don't wanna play with your toys little guy?" Seto asked. Joey shook his head no and snuggled in more and Seto for a second was worried about melting into good and getting sucked up but the couch's cushions. Seto put on a episode of Lil duelers for Joey and just kept looking at the little guy who was watching the show sure, but also seemed to be getting a little sleepy. about half way though Joey started to squirm a little bit and started to look up at Seto and then at the screen then back up at Seto and whined softly behind his paci. "whats wrong buddy?" Seto asked. if Joey was gonna keep the paci in his mouth this was going to get a little bit vexing to drag out what he wanted all the time, but Seto figured a few minutes of back and forth with the big baby was well worth the price of this cuteness. Joey whined again and then with one hand hugging his stuffie to his chest, he reached up and grabbed left hand and put it on back of his shorts, so his hand was on Joey's butt. "heh, I thought someone hated bum pats?" Seto asked, and Joey whined and gave him a pleading look. "ok ok, patting! don't give me that look again! You made me feel like a monster for not patting right away!" Seto said, half joking. the little guy giggled behind his paci and as Seto started patting and rubbing his butt Joey closed his eyes in bliss and snuggled in as much as he could. "So I guess this means anytime I wanna stop argument with you all i need to do is pop a paci in your mo-" Seto was saying when a muffled fart came out of Joey's behind, and Seto swore he could feel the heat from it. "heh, did you just wanna fart on daddies hand?" Seto asked, and Joey shook his head no, but his eyes were shut tight. it didn't look like his 'I'm so ashamed' face and Seto went to say something else when a second, louder and more forceful fart came out, followed but a rapid fire series of smaller ones. "Ohhh I see. Somebody wants bum pats while he makes daddy a present." Seto chuckled, and Joey nodded. His eyes were still closed but as Seto realized now, it was because he was bearing down and trying to speed up a bowel movement, or in baby term: make daddy a present as soon as possible. More farts now and Seto was thankful for the oder guard in the diapers, though he was still thinking he should of doubled diapered Joey as his hand was getting a little toasty. Joey was staining and pushing, and starting to work up a little bit of a sweat and Seto frowned. "Joey buddy, I know you wanna be a good boy and make me a present, but you can't just force it like this. you're gonna hurt yourself an-" Seto was saying in a gentle voice when with one mighty effort, the back of Joey's diaper started to expand. Normally Joey would of tried to hide, or pouted to use the potty before taking a dump in a diaper, but this time he was being such a good little boy even as the living room filled with the funk of his gift to daddy. The diaper and shorts by extension took on a interesting shape as Joey grunted and pushed. instead of just puffing out like it would normally do, it was making a semi triangle shape as it pushed out, causing the shorts to slide down. '...what the hell did he eat?' Seto thought but kept that to himself even as the smell had him taking shallow breath. 'Ok, no more food court lunches for him. I'm packing his lunch from now on.' As the bowel movement finished up, Seto rubbed Joey's back (he had switched from the boys butt when the lump had started to form and coo'ed softly at him. "All done now champ?" Seto asked. Joey looked more tired then before, his eyelids struggling to open up but he nodded his head. "Ready for a diapie change then?" Seto chuckled, and to his shock, Joey shook his head no. Normally Joey hated staying in a poopie diaper, and it was Seto who had to beg him to sit in it just for a few extra minutes. 'Go figure, the one time he's actually stinking the place up..' Seto thought. "Ok buddy. we'll let you take a little power nap, then change you, ok?" Seto asked. Joey gave a sleepy nod and then shut his eyes, gurgling and coo'ing as he drifted off to dream land. "...Your a toxic little mud butt. but your worth it." Seto said, stroking Joey's hair and smiling till anther loud fart came out into the back of the blond waste filled diaper. "But don't push it." Seto chuckled.

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Humans are Space Orcs, “Out of Warp.”

You guys have been waiting a long time for this, I have been waiting a long time to write this. It’s going to be a wild ride, and this is just the beginning, so strap yourselves in. Comment, question and ask me any questions you have. I need reactions. I need to know what you are all thinking during this journey :) Hope you like it

The ship was quiet, the soft whirring of the engine underscored the quiet, exhausted relief that had followed them from the courtroom not days before. The Captain’s chair lay unoccupied, the bridge crew lounged quietly in their seats absently monitoring all incoming data before the warp.

Krill sat at his chair on the bridge just over Sunny who sat, curled up against the back wall listening to her music. Unlike everyone else, the court case hadn’t seem to have eased her worries. She sat against her own tense muscles hunched inwards on herself as she stared at her playlist.

Towards the communications console, Captain Vir sat speaking quietly to someone over the phone. The communications expert sat a polite distance away, but the rather smug and amused look on his face told of someone eavesdropping.

“Yes….. yes, YES…. Mom, I’m fine. I KNOW I didn’t tell you because I KNEW you’d freak out…. Well if it was Jeremy, you would barely even notice….. That’s beside the point….. MOM, I won the case, I am back on my ship, barely a slap on the wrist.” He sighed, “Yes mom….. yeah…. No…. no, I just have to wear the leg Sunny gave me…..” He paused for a long moment sighing deeply a few times, “Yes, she gave me a leg, yeah it was a gift, and by wearing it it’s sort of similar to adoption, you know, technically I’m part of their clan now…. MOM can we talk about this later…….” He rolled his eyes to the heavens, “No mom, I am not rolling my eyes….. I am NOT lying, look I love you, I have to go.” He hung up and sighed glowering at the com expert as he walked past, “Get rid of that grin corporal before I get rid of it for you.”

The threat didn’t take, and the crewman just burst into a fit of childish giggling.

The captain rolled his eyes and took his seat, “Alright, The UNSC is sending us on a wide patrol, I think they are done with us being around for a while, so ready the ship for warp.” Upon hearing the order, the crew sat up in their seats, while Sunny buckled herself in at the defense controls.

Navigation sent over a pre-plotted course to the captain’s screen, pulled up as a hologram in front of the chair. He dropped the controls, and took the joysticks with the ease of someone who knew they had complete control.

“Preparing warp core.”

“25…. 45….65…. 75…..85….90….100.”

The captain’s hand pressed forward on the controls, and below decks, somewhere in the bowels of the ship, the warp core pulsed once, thrumming with a pulsing power that rolled its way through the ship dimming lights and flickering projections as power was diverted to the warp for a split second. There was one horrible moment like they were all being folded inwards, and then the view outside of the windows whent completely white as the cameras shut off.

The entire crew slumped in relief as the feeling passed, and they were finally on their way. If the calculations were right, they should appear just off from the Heaven’s Gate Nebula, and then circle around the perimeter, a journey that would take more than a few months with strategic warp jumps spaced throughout.

Captain Vir sighed turning sideways in his chair and throwing his legs over the opposite armrest. Under the leg of his pants, the blue, metallic prosthetic of his new leg winked out at the crew. It only had two toes, like the foot of the Drev and a single backward facing spur. It had taken a while for him to get used to the dynamic of the leg, but once he had, it was almost impossible to notice the difference.

Inside the warp channel, the crew allowed itself to relax, moving from their attentive positions back to their postures of relaxation and sleepy watchfulness. A warp was run completely on autopilot, to do it manually would be to commit suicide in in the most spectacular way possible, perhaps by flying themselves straight into the sun. Either way, the only thing to do now was to sit back, relax and monitor the inner workings of the ship.

Captain Vir was taking the advice quiet seriously, closing his eyes and turning to a light nap within the embrace of the warp channel. Oddly enough, one of the safest place in the universe happened to be carried on the wings of a powerful and reactive force capable of causing planets to implode. It was surprisingly calming, like being rocked to sleep by the universe. The ship itself did rock gently ever few minutes rising over the strange currents residing in the warp tunnel. Sunny was back to listening to her music, and the Captain was fast asleep.

And then the entire world imploded.

If going into warp felt like being folded, than coming out of a warp felt like being stretched and then let go like a rubber band snapping back into place. Coming out of warp forcibly, however, took the rubber band feeling and multiplied it by about a thousand. The entire world was pulled, dragged, and snapped. The ships interior constructions screamed and protested. The entire crew deformed, shifted back and were thrown suddenly and violently from their seats screaming to match the crying of the ship.

The main power of the ship was disrupted plunging them into darkness, before emergency lights kicked on around the room. Captain Vir had been thrown from his seat and lay face down on the deck unmoving.

Warp protocol was strictly regulated for many reasons, the sudden termination of a warp was physically horrendous, and potentially catastrophic. The humans lay across the bridge moaning and contorted into positions of pain against their own whiplash, some of the humans lay very still.

Krill lay draped over one of the seats, also unmoving.

Sunny struggled to her knees armored carapace having protected her form the worst side effects of the warp termination. “No, no, not now, not like this.” Sunny whispered. The ship shuttered and jolted with a metallic screech. The emergency lights cast an unholy glow over the room. Sunny scrambled across the floor and onto the defense console. Ahead of her at the systems console, she watched as the ship desperately tried to reboot itself. As far as she knew the main power sources and life support would have remained intact. If there was one thing surprising about humans, it was their extensive need to create backup systems to their backup systems. In some cases, humans could be very cautious.

The ship rattled again, and Sunny desperately rattled at the battle station controls.

Weapons systems offline.

She cursed under her breath, and tried to pull up close radar of the area. The loading screen seemed to take forever as she pulled it up, “Please, no.”

The radar came up, but the small signature of their ship was completely surrounded, a mass shape dwarfing them, engulfing them. Somewhere below the ship, a loud metallic thud reverberated through the hull. Sunny raced towards the wall, dashing the coms from the wall, pressing the button and screaming her orders into it, “DON’T FIGHT THEM, REURN TO THE BARRACKS, DON’T FIGHT THEM.” A loud screech echoed through the corridors of the ship, “PLEASE, YOU WILL DIE!” She thought about the marines, those idiotically brave humans. How could they not fight; she had a horrible image of the marines lying on the ground, dead. The rattling continued for some minutes and then went quiet.

Sunny rushed over to Krill checking for signs of life, she didn’t know what she was looking for, she was a solider not a doctor; that was Krill’s job…. But to her….. he…. Wasn’t moving. She couldn’t see anything, she couldn’t feel anything. She shook him gently, but his large head just flopped forward like a rag doll.

Breathing hard, she lay Krill gently on the ground and then leaped to her feet running over to where the captain lay on the floor nearly tripping over waffles, who lay on her side voice wheezing with a quiet whimper as she struggled to breathe

She threw herself to her knees next to the captain and flipped him over placing her hand over his chest. She knew relatively where a human heart was supposed to be, and placed one of her hands over his chest desperately feeling for some signs of life. There she felt it, the distant thudding of his human heart and his chest rising and falling with labored breath. She shook him to trying to wake him up, if anyone knew what to do….

Just like Krill, the man slumped forward upper body falling against her chest head sagging downwards. She knelt on the floor holding him in her arms trying desperately to wake him up, and she was still there as she listened to the floors begin to rattle.

Something was coming.

“Captain-“ She began, ready to beg him, to plead with him to wake up, and it seemed as if his eyes had begun to flicker.

The door burst open with a loud CRACK, hinges squealed as metal warped in protest bending and twisting into unintended positions. The door itself rattled to the deck, skidding halfway onto the bridge. A light haze of smoke poured into the room, obscuring the figures behind into shadows. Three figures rushed into the room one after the other ducking through the small space weapons raised to point at the incapacitated crew.

The mist dissipated.

Sunny felt her heart skink….

The Drev soldiers stared back at her with expressions of impassive disinterest. From where they stood, they fanned out across the room brandishing their weapons, blasters, razors, arm cannons, lasers, and of course their armor slid into place between and over the already armored carapace.

They were a good two feet taller than her on average.

Captain Vir shifted against her chest arms limply trying to regain consciousness fully.

And that’s when the fourth figure stepped into the room. The shape was so massive they had to bend almost double to make it through the door and into the room stepping with a soft clatter on the floor. Humans may have grown out of predators, but nothing at that moment could have looked more sinister than the shape that stepped from the shadows, and out onto the deck raising itself to a full 10 foot height only added to by the magnificent set of armor about her shoulder, and the mighty war staff in her upper right hand.

….

Sunny’s mother stood, metallic purple armor shining in the light of the emergency illumination, casting shadows about her body that turned her normally warlike form into nothing short of sort of hellish. Like the goddess of war herself reincarnate, and come down from the fields of battle to grace her presence on this very isolated ship.

Her regal armored head turned about the room taking in the fallen crew, some of which were finally beginning to stir, and then her eyes locked on Sunny. Sunny rested the captain back down on the floor and took to her feet slowly forced to look upwards at her mother’s face. The piercing golden eyes stared back at her as she stepped forward, easily striding over the fallen door with her massive pace.

She paused over Sunny staring down at her.

Sunny stared back.

Captain Vir groaned and struggled to his hands and knees. His bleary human eyes were out of focus ad cloudy with confusion.

Sunny’s mother bent down, and with her other massive hand, she grabbed the human by the throat, and hoisted him into the air like he was nothing more than a kitten in the jaws of a lion. He gasped, and gagged and struggled against her massive grip hands desperately scrabbling at her wrist and fingers. His legs kicked as his lips began to turn gradually blue.

The noise of his choking filled the entire bridge from front to back.

“Pathetic little creature, aren’t you.” She mused as the other humans were just beginning to pull themselves from the floor, only to be encouraged back there by the weapons of the Drev soldiers, “To think many of the Drev consider you to be mighty warriors, but look at you now.”

All that could be heard over the sound of the rebooting system, was the human slowly choking. His kicking grew more frail, more labored as he began to grow limp. Sunny took a step forward.

Her mother’s head snapped up, and with a flick of her wrist, she discarded the human to the floor. He hit the ground with a sickening thud and a reverberation through the metal. A desperate gasp rent the air as he took in breath hands to his throat.

A set of golden eyes fell on her. The gaze that had contemplated her many times, and only ever come back with disgust and distaste was filled with something else this time. A smile broke across her face, “Daughter…..” She looked around to the assembled Drev, “My daughter, a true soldier in the art of espionage. Good work, you did your job perfectly… quite a miracle considering your….usually lacking in these areas.”

On the floor Captain Vir choked a single word breaking from his lips, “Sunny…” A word filled with so much betrayal and despair, it turned Sunny’s blood right to ice.

She didn’t want this.

Her mother laughed, “Look at the poor stupid thing, Sunny, seems you did your job better than I expected.” Her laughter rose, and with it came the laughter of the other Drev soldiers, echoing out of the bridge, down the halls, and through the ship to die in dusty corners with its sinister intent.

Scale of captain Vir to Sunny o Sunny’s mother for some context.

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Bloodline - KamilahxMC Fanfiction (Chapter 3)

Summary: A Feral attack, a mysterious serum and a big mistake… what consequences will it bring to Kamilah’s life and her relationship with Amy?

Rating: T

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Notes:

- Thank you so much for the positive feedback on my post-finale fic, Till Death Do Us Part. I never imagined getting over 100 notes lol. Your likes/reblogs/reviews are deeply appreciated.

- When I wrote this chapter I had no idea of Chapter 16 yet, so I beg your apologies for putting Kamilah through more angst.

The Changes - 1 month later, 9:30 AM

Kamilah woke up in the morning with strange activity coming from her kitchen. At distance, she also heard music. A modern song she wasn't very familiar with. At first it appeared strange, but it didn't take long for her to remember she no longer lived by herself. She smiled fondly.

After finding out about her pregnancy, Amy didn't want to spend a minute away from her. Kamilah invited her to move in to her penthouse. It was the first step into this crazy family journey ahead of them. The female vampire thought she'd have a hard time getting used to the idea, but she was enjoying it more than she could ever imagine. Amy was working hard into giving her a lot of extra attention and care, and Kamilah loved rewarding her for that.

Actually she felt like doing that right now, the smell coming from the kitchen suggested Amy was preparing them an delicious breakfast.

"Oh no," looking at the digital watch on her bedside table, she realized how late she was for work.

"Amy, I missed the alarm," she complained, by the kitchen table.

"It happens, Kamilah. To all of us."

"It had never happened to me before."

"I've read many women will experience excessive sleepiness during pregnancy."

Kamilah rolled her eyes. That was a brand new symptom, aside from the intense hunger and mood swings.

"You're too obsessed with these books," she mocked Amy. The girl would invest long hours into reading pregnancy books and websites.

"I know," Amy winked and smiled.

Kamilah embraced her from behind, placing a trail of kisses all over her neck.

"What are you doing?"

"Thanking you for cooking such a delicious breakfast?"

Amy turned around to face her and the female vampire kissed her long and passionately, while pressing their bodies together against the kitchen counter. Increased sex drive was another thing Kamilah was experiencing with her pregnancy, and apparently Amy did too.

"Aren't we... late?" Amy asked, between moans.

"We can make ourselves a little bit later," Kamilah told, nibbling on her lower lip. "Perks of being the CEO."

They left together to Ahmanet Financial. Amy never returned to her job at Raines Corporation after the argument with Adrian. She was doing a good job at Kamilah's company as Junior Executive. She didn't know yet, but part of Kamilah's shares were now hers. Since they were going to become a family, Kamilah wanted her future wife to have part of her assets.

She and Amy agreed to wait until the baby was born to decide if they were ready for marriage. Kamilah didn't want her to feel any pressure.

From the bigger fridge she installed inside her office, Kamilah took a blood bag. She had improvements with sickness, but her hunger had never been so intense.

"Kamilah," Amy entered the office, carrying some papers. "They loved the idea of building a space for children before school age inside the company. We've got... 100% of the votes."

"Great job, Amy," Kamilah responded with a smile. "Not only your idea encourage women to keep pursuing a carreer after giving birth, but the space is very educational too, preparing children for the school years. Congratulations."

"Thank you so much for giving me a chance. I mean, I didn't want to be an assistant forever, but I wasn't sure I was capable of something so big yet."

"Amy, you're capable of so much more. I trust you, this is why I've given you this job."

Kamilah placed a kiss on her lips. Amy placed her hands on her waist, then caressed her stomach.

"How long until it starts to show?" She asked, with some frustration. "I just can't wait."

"Not too long, I assume."

When her belly started to show, Kamilah would publicly announce to the media she was going to be a mother. Before, Amy would tell her family and introduce Kamilah to them.

Kamilah still wasn't fond of the idea of being pregnant. But Amy did everything to make her feel better about it. In the previous night, they went out together and the girl suggested they should buy an item for the baby. Kamilah thought it was too early, but she eventually agreed. She bought a beautiful navy-blue bodysuit with a little crown embroidered on it. Amy bought a pair of Converse shoes for infants.

"How are you feeling today?" Amy asked, noticing the empty blood bag on her desk.

"The same," Kamilah told. "No sickness, but the hunger is still extreme. Nobody can say this boy isn't your son, after all."

"Hey!"

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The Invitation - 1 month later, 12 PM

Kamilah was surprised when Lily Spencer wanted to see her in the middle of the day. Being such a young vampire, it should be more difficult for her to be out in the sunlight, even only for a few minutes.

"She said it's important," Erin told.

"Let her in."

Minutes later, Lily entered Kamilah's office in a hurry, joining her and Amy.

"Lil, what brings you here so early?" Amy asked, noticing she looked a little affected by the sun.

"I... I received this last night," Lily told between pants. "As well as... everyone else in the Shadow Den. I needed to ask Kamilah what it's about... people are panicking."

Kamilah took the envelope Lily handed her. It was a formal invitation for a Vampire Assembly, to discuss matters that could compromise the safety of the entire community, as well as the human race. Hosted by Adrian Raines.

"What?!" Kamilah shouted when she finished reading.

Amy grabbed the invitaton and read it too.

"Do you think..."

"I'm very sure of it. After all, I'm the only Vampire in New York who hasn't been invited."

Kamilah confirmed with Erin. She hadn't received any mail from Adrian in the last couple of days.

"Guys," Lily looked at them confused. "What's going on? What are you talking about?"

Kamilah let out a long sigh.

"Tell her," she told Amy.

"Just like that?" Amy asked. "Lil, Kamilah is pregnant. With my baby."

Lily laughed for five minutes straight, before realizing they were serious. It was only when Amy explained in details, that she was finally convinced.

"Wait, so you're telling me this crazy experiment Adrian made, impregnated Kamilah with your child. Who could be not only the heir of Ahmanet Financial, but the most powerful living vampire?"

Amy nodded in response. Lily immediately broke down in tears and hugged her best friend as tight as her mortal body could handle.

"I'm going to be his aunt, right?"

"Of course, Lil," Amy started crying too. "In my mind you've been his aunt since the moment I found out."

"That's it," Lily sniffed and wiped off her tears, "we need to celebrate. Kamilah, where's the booze?"

Kamilah wasn't paying any attention. Her eyes were red in pure anger again. Adrian was hosting an assembly to convince the Vampire community of New York that her son was a hazard, and ask them to sign a petition in favor of interrupting Kamilah's pregnancy. That shoudn’t be allowed to happen.

"Kamilah," Amy placed a hand on her shoulder. "We should go to this assembly. We have the right to expose our version of the facts too."

"After what Gaius has done, Amy? They'll hunt us alive to preserve their safety."

"We can't just stay here with our arms crossed while they make this decision for us! It's our son."

"The best we can do is to leave New York," Kamilah lamented. "One of my major offices is in Los Angeles. We'll be safer in West Coast."

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The Assembly - 1 month later, 10 PM

After much pondering, Kamilah decided Amy was right. They couldn't simply run away from their own home. The life of their child was their decision to make. No petition would make her change her mind about keeping her son.

When they arrived, the largest conference room in Raines Corporation was crowded. Every vampire in New York was watching as he presented a slide show, explaining his experiment and the mistake he had done.

"This baby was generated from blood of the Tree Of Eternal Life, as did Gaius, Xenocrates and Rheya, the First Vampire. He will be carrying the very same power in his veins. A power that will control him and transform him into a ruthless monster."

Kamilah crossed her arms, wondering when would be the most appropriate moment to interrupt. By her side, Amy couldn't hold herself anymore.

"Kamilah is not only being irresponsible," Adrian continued, "but extremely selfish. After everything this city went through with Gaius, are we ready for another bloodshed, another war?"

When Kamilah noticed, Amy was already standing by his side in front of the room. The Vampires started to yell all kinds of insults and offenses.

"Good, Adrian told his version of the facts," she started. "As you know, every story has two sides and now I'm here to tell you mine."

They weren't willing to listen, but Amy proceeded with her speech. Kamilah was admired by her bravery and determination to fight for their starting family.

"You couldn't have picked a better mom," she thought, placing a hand on her belly. It was the first time she actually did that. Amy spoke to their baby all the time, telling stories and assuring him of how much he was loved.

"The blood from the tree was only part of this child's conception. He's the result of Kamilah's DNA mixed with mine and most of all, he's resulted from our love."

Amy glanced in Kamilah's direction and the female vampire responded with an approving nod.

"I understand you are all scared, after everything we went through with Gaius. But I promise you, that if we have one chance to raise our son, we'll make him a good man."

"I'm not risking my existance again," a vampire yelled from the middle of the crowd.

"Neither will I!" Another one added. "Death to the Third Son!"

The rest of the crowd joined him. All repeating the same words.

"Death to the Third Son!"

Upset, Amy returned to Kamilah's side. Kamilah wrapped an arm around her shoulders and kissed her forehead.

"You tried," she attempted to comfort her. "But there's no problem, okay? We're going to Los Angeles, where nobody will ever touch our boy."

"Okay," Amy muttered, "it's still unfair. He's being judged and sentenced even before he's born. New York should be his home too."

As they left the room, Kamilah exchanged one last look with Adrian, who passed his petition to the crowd. There was something different about his face, instead of darkness, Kamilah detected a hint of sorrow and sadness.

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The Promise - 1 month later, 1 AM

Despite the exhaustive day she had, Kamilah couldn't force herself to get any sleep. Amy was sleeping by her side, like a rock. She wished she had this same ability of resting her mind so easily and get a deep night of sleep.

She closed her eyes, trying to relax, when she heard the bell ringing. Who could it be, so late at night? Before opening the door, she looked at the video security system.

"I didn't expect to see you here," she sighed, opening the door. "What do you want, Adrian?"

"I wanna talk to you," he answered.

"We have nothing to talk about. I've made my decision."

"Please."

Kamilah guided Adrian to the living room. She acommodated herself on the couch, next to him.

"Only Lily refused to sign the petition. Jax isn't willing to risk the safety of his clan again," Adrian told.

"Who cares about their opinion?" Kamilah scowled. "It's my son and I'll kill whoever tries to hurt him."

There was a moment of silence between them, until Adrian crumpled the petition and threw it in the fireplace.

"I know. And I completely understand you."

"What?"

"I'm so sorry, Kamilah," he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "There were a lot of things going through my mind. I failed my company when I made such a big mistake. I failed you too. You've told me you never desired to have children, not even as mortal."

"I'm still not very fond of the idea, but..." Kamilah's lips curled up in a smile. "Amy makes it look so easy and amazing. I want to try. I want to start a family with her, the woman I love."

"I've been there. I still remember when Eleanor told me I was going to be a dad. I was happy, but at the same time I was scared, insecure. In the end, I failed them both too."

"Adrian..."

"But I won't fail again," Adrian fought a smile. "Kamilah, do you forgive me for all I've done? I was so consumed by my own feelings that I never considered yours. Deep down, I think I was jealous of what you and Amy have, and of your child. I'd do anything to..."

"You stil can," Kamilah placed her hand on top of his. "You can have a family again."

"Would you give me the honor of being this kid's uncle? I promise to protect him with my life, if I have to."

"Of course. After all, if it wasn't for you he'd never exist."

Adrian wiped off a few tears from his face before hugging Kamilah and stroking her stomach.

"Thank you, Kamilah. So, have you picked a name for this little guy yet?"

"I may have something in mind."

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The Betrayal - 1 month later, 6 PM

After some effort, Kamilah and Adrian managed to convince the vampire community to trust they'd keep them safe, and raise that child with caution, watching for any possible signs of danger.

With that, she was free to live in New York with Amy by her side. There was still one thing she'd like to do though, make their commitment official. Inside her secret drawer, she grabbed a small box containing a ring and smiled. That night, after taking Amy for a special dinner, was the perfect opportunity to propose her.

"Ms. Sayeed," Erin knocked on the door. "The blood bags you ordered have arrived."

"It was about time. I'm starving."

Kamilah took a blood bag and stocked the rest in her fridge. Erin watched her in silence.

"Anything wrong, Erin?" She raised an eyebrow, while she drank.

"Nothing, Ms. Sayeed. I'd like to know if you'll need anything else before my shift ends."

"Actually," Kamilah grinned. "You can go home earlier. I have a special dinner tonight."

"Really? What's the occasion?"

"I'm officially asking Amy to marry me."

"Such good news, Ms. Sayeed," her assistant prepared to leave her office. "I wish you all the luck in the world."

"Wait," Kamilah told her, "could you do me one last favor? Would you hire a..."

A sharp pain in her lower abdomen made her wince. The pain started to grow stronger, becoming more and more unbearable. Something Kamilah had never experienced before.

"Erin..." she groaned. "Call Adrian... I think I'm... I'm losing my baby."

Erin stared at her with a cold gaze. It was obvious she had put something in Kamilah's blood bag. Some abortive substance.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Sayeed. I've heard the news. I'm not willing to risk the future of my kind to preserve your child. Have a good night."

She closed the door and locked it from outside. Leaving Kamilah and her baby at their own fate.

#bloodbound #kamilah sayeed #kamilah x mc #playchoices #choices stories you play #bloodbound fanfiction

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