#just poolin around

[lonestar-badash]

I had to wait a few days for my newest hat but at least I wasn’t standing in that long ass line at the concert.

[fatecantstopme]

I Was Thinking Maybe, Eight?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x wife!reader

Summary: You ask Bucky for something you’ve been desperate for and you’re terrified he’ll say no. Turns out, he wants the same thing.

Warnings: so much smut. Oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (P in V), Breeding kink. Swearing. Use of pet names. Bit of angst.

You came home from work to find your husband busy cooking dinner in the kitchen. It always made you smile to see him acting all domestic, especially given his history. For him to finally have a real home after 80 years of hell, never failed to warm your heart.

“Hey babe,” you said as you entered the kitchen, dropping your purse on the counter, kicking off your heels, and pulling yourself up on the island counter behind him.

“Hey, doll. How was work?” He asked without turning around.

“Nothing exciting to report. Whatcha making?”

“Pasta.”

You hummed happily. “Did you homemake the red sauce?”

Bucky could hear the excitement in your voice and he chuckled. “Of course I did.”

He finished what he was doing at the stove and finally turned around to look at you. Not for the first time, he found himself blown away by your beauty. He’d always counted himself a lucky man since he’d met you. You were just so gentle and sweet, a soft glow always gracing your skin, a warmth to your soul that he’d never seen in anyone else.

“Buck? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re trying to memorize my face. I’m not gonna disappear.”

He came up to stand between your legs and leaned forward to gently kiss your lips. “I would hope not, but it never hurts to be able to describe every inch of your beloved wife’s body should you need to.”

You laughed. “I think that’s why they have pictures.”

“Hmm…I have heard those last longer,” he said with a grin.

You smacked his arm affectionately. “Go monitor your sauce. I don’t want red splatters all over the kitchen.” You hopped off the counter. “I’m gonna change.”

Bucky went back to cooking and you went to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable. You’d just done laundry the day before and Bucky’s clean clothes were neatly folded on top of the dresser, patiently waiting to be put away. You sighed as you looked at them and shook your head. You loved the man, but god help you, if he didn’t put his clothes away you’d knock him upside his head. It was your personal pet peeve. Laundry comes out of the dryer, is immediately folded (by you), and then put away (by the owner of said clothing). It wasn’t too much to ask.

You grabbed a pair of his sweats and a shirt off the stack and threw them on. If he wasn’t gonna bother to put them away, then you might as well wear them.

You came back into the kitchen just as Bucky was plating dinner. He looked up when you entered and his eyes widened.

“Pretty sure those are mine, doll.”

“Yup. They were just sitting out on the dresser, practically begging to be worn. I figured if you didn’t want me to wear them, you would have put them away.” You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow as you regarded him.

A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. He knew it annoyed you when he didn’t put his clothes away and he felt bad for forgetting, he really did…but seeing you in his clothes? Damn, that made it completely worth it. “Sorry, sweets. Guess I forgot to put them away again.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You don’t look sorry.”

He grinned. “Can’t help it. You come walking in here all grumpy, looking cute as hell, wearing my clothes? You’re lucky I spent so much time on dinner or I’d be taking you right here on this table.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. “James!” You said indignantly, a smile pulling at the corners of your mouth.

He shrugged. “But since I slaved over this meal, we’d better eat it while it’s hot.” He sat a plate at your seat and one at his. “I’ve got a really good idea for dessert,” he said with a wink.

You blushed and took your seat at the table. You couldn’t deny the hungry way he looked at you turned you on. You felt wetness pooling in your panties and the man hadn’t done anything but look at you and speak. God, you were pathetic.

He watched you closely as you both ate. He asked questions about your day and you tried your best to focus on your answers, but he could tell you were distracted. You kept shifting back and forth in your seat, thighs squeezing together in desperate search of friction.

“Better eat up, doll. You’ll need the energy,” he teased lightly.

Your eyes shot up from your plate and met his. He saw the need in them and knew the very same look was in his own eyes.

“Or, maybe we can eat the rest later,” he said softly.

You nodded quickly.

He grinned. “Besides, I’m quite certain dessert will taste better anyway.”

You weren’t shy by any means, but god, when he spoke to you like that, you couldn’t help but blush. He was always so gentle and affectionate, his love soft and pure. When he was like this? Rough and crude and filthy? You knew you were in for a long, deliciously fun, night.

Before you could even blink, Bucky was beside you, scooping you out of your chair and carrying you off to the bedroom.

"Buck, shouldn't we clean--"

"You really wanna clean up dinner right now, sweets?"

You grinned. "Not particularly."

"Then shush."

He tossed you onto the bed and immediately crawled on top of you, lips attaching themselves to yours in a searing, passionate kiss. Every bit of air was sucked from your lungs, but you didn't care. You needed to feel him, every part of him, so much more than you needed to breathe.

Your lips parted, allowing Bucky's tongue to slip into your mouth, the passion quickly becoming an inferno. You tangled your fingers into his hair and he clung to your body, hips rutting against yours as he moaned into the kiss.

You whined as he pulled away from you, the absence of his lips making you feel empty.

He chuckled warmly. "You do have to breathe occasionally, doll."

"I would much rather be kissing you."

He smiled at you and sat up, pulling his shirt up over his head and tossing it to the ground. It didn't matter how many times you saw his body, you always found something new to love and admire about it. You knew each scar, mark, and blemish that littered his skin and you loved each and every one of them.

It had once made him uncomfortable, the way you seemed to worship his body, despite its many flaws, but he had since come to adore it, even crave it. Your eyes slowly traveled over his torso, appreciating every single inch of it. Your fingers ached to touch him, but you knew better than to do it without asking first...at least when he was in this kind of mood.

"May I?" you asked softly, one hand inches away from his chest.

"Tonight is a special night, my love. Whatever you want, you can have. All you need to do is ask me and I will give it to you."

You inhaled sharply and pressed your hand firmly against his skin, the heat of his body warming your palm. Your fingers moved slowly, tracing the scars along his shoulder, his chest, and finally down to his abdomen. When you reached the top of his jeans, you looked up at him, once again asking for permission.

He leaned forward and kissed you gently. "You don't need my permission, doll," he whispered against your lips.

"Then I think you should remove your pants before I accidentally rip them."

He laughed and stood up, jeans dropping to the floor along with his boxers.

You bit your lip as you looked at him, appreciating his perfection from head to toe. You crooked your finger and beckoned him back to you.

"I think you're wearing too much clothing, sweets. It's unfair," he chided.

"Well perhaps you could help me with that?" you teased.

He grabbed you around your waist and turned you towards him, prompting you to sit up and face him. You giggled as he manhandled you, never once feeling afraid of his strength. He was quick to remove your shirt and your pants, a groan coming from deep in his chest. "No underwear?"

You smirked. "I had plans of my own tonight, handsome."

He grinned. "As long as they were with me, I'm not complaining."

You touched his face and pulled him to you, dragging him back onto the bed with you. "Only you, James."

His body shuddered and he let out another low groan. "You did that on purpose," he mumbled into your shoulder, teeth scrapping along your flesh.

"You're damn right I did."

"God, sweets, you're gonna kill me," he moaned, lips never leaving your skin for more than a heartbeat. He trailed down your body, every inch of your beautiful form laid bare before him, and he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna take the time to fully appreciate it.

His hands felt like fire and ice, tracing lines across your body; his lips like warm velvet, leaving every inch of your skin alight with desire. Soft moans escaped your lips, your own hands clinging to any part of him you could reach, desperate to feel his skin against your fingertips.

When he finally reached your core, your need for him was overwhelming. Bucky could sense it, but he liked to do things at his own pace, in his own time. He placed soft, gentle kisses to your inner thighs, gently across your mound, and down to your soft lips.

You whimpered softly, "Bucky."

He smiled. "I know, sweets. I know. I've got you." His hands rubbed circles into your hips as he held you in place, hot breath against the place you wanted him most.

He watched your face, waiting for the exact moment he would give you want you wanted. It wasn't that he wanted to torture you or make you wait...it was simply a desperate need to watch you come undone from nothing more than his touch.

When he was satisfied by your wrecked expression, he dove into your pussy with abandon. He knew exactly how to please you, years of practice and patience paying off. Your moans echoed throughout the room, fingers tugging on his hair like you were drowning and he was a life raft.

"Bucky, please, I--I need--" you gasped as he slipped two fingers inside of you, knowing exactly what you needed without you having to say it.

Your whole body felt like it was on fire, every inch of you alive in a way only he could make you feel. You gasped and pleaded, and he never stopped, your pleasure the sole thing on his mind.

When you finally came, the pleasure was blinding, so overwhelming that you could do nothing but moan his name. Bucky helped you ride out your orgasm, but he allowed you to pull him away when it became too much for you.

You were panting, limbs trembling slightly, as you watched him lift himself up and crawl towards your face. His movements were slow, his lips planting warm kisses to your soft curves as he went. When he finally reached your lips, your breathing had calmed significantly.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered.

You chuckled lightly. "Hey, handsome."

It was an exchange that had become almost a ritual. It was exactly what Bucky had said the first time the two of you had ever made love and he had said it every time since. Sometimes before, sometimes during, sometimes after...but he never missed it, and neither did you.

This time though, something felt different. Perhaps it was the way he looked at you, or maybe it was what you carried in your heart...what you desperately wanted to tell him. "Buck," you began softly.

"I love you," he whispered, cutting you off. "I love you so damn much it hurts."

You took a shallow breath and gently caressed his face, a warm smile spreading across your lips. "I love you just as much, Bucky. I hope you know that."

He leaned into your palm and sighed, blue eyes fluttering closed. "I know you do, doll. I know."

"There's something I want to tell you," you murmur.

He feels a stab of fear in his chest, a remnant of his past inability to trust others. But he knows you, knows you would never do or say anything to hurt him, so he pushes that fear aside and opens his eyes to look at you. "I'm listening."

"I umm--well, I've been thinking..."

He cocked his head to the side as he regarded you, waiting for you to say what was on your mind.

"Well, the thing is, we've been married for a couple years now...umm--and I think maybe it would, you know if you wanted, maybe we could..." you trailed off, gaze averting from his face.

"Doll?" he asked softly, pulling your attention back to him. "What is it?"

You shook your head. "Maybe it's stupid."

"Nothing you want is stupid."

"We've never really talked about it. I just...I don't know--it sort of hit me one day and suddenly it's all I can think about."

He brushed some of your hair out of your face, his warm eyes pleading with you to open up to him. "What is, doll?"

"Kids," you whispered so softly he might not have heard you if not for the serum.

His face paled slightly and he inhaled sharply, jaw going slack.

"Never mind, it was stupid," you rushed out. You tried to get out from under him, wanting nothing more than to run away and hide for a couple hours until maybe you either disappeared or he forgot you'd said anything.

"Hey, hey," Bucky said insistently. He kept you from getting away, his hold on you firm, but gentle. "Doll, it's not stupid."

You swallowed thickly, eyes still looking anywhere but at him.

"Look at me, sweets. Please?"

You bit your lip, obvious discomfort etched into your features.

"Please? I need you to look at me when I say this."

You could hear the desperation in Bucky's voice when he spoke and it pulled your gaze back to him, as if you had no control. When your eyes met his, your breath caught in your chest. His beautiful blue eyes were swimming with emotions, just not the ones you were expecting.

"When I met you, my life changed. You have given me everything I could ever want and need; you're my entire world. I would move mountains for you, burn worlds to the ground, whatever you want or need, I will do it." He paused, breathing ragged. "You know what I want, doll? I want to have kids with you. I want a whole little brood. I want to see you barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, watching as I make you dinner. I want to see this beautiful body of yours so full of life, a life we created together. I want to make you a mother, and I would love to be the father of your children. So if you're asking me if I want to make a baby with you, the answer is an emphatic yes."

Tears welled in your eyes as he spoke, his words warming your soul from the outside in. You could hear the love in his voice and it meant the world to you; he meant the world to you. You took a deep breath and you smiled at him, a few stray tears making their way to your cheeks.

He smiled back at you, his expression so full of love it made you breathless. He gently wiped the tears from your eyes and lowered his lips to yours, kissing you deeply, ensuring you knew exactly how he felt.

When he pulled away, you asked softly, "So...you wanna start now?"

At first his eyes widened, but they quickly darkened, the pupils expanding with lust. "Hell yeah, sweets. I think right now would be perfect."

It didn't take him long to work you back up, his expert hands guiding you, arousal pooling between your legs. In minutes, you were begging him to take you, the need becoming unbearable.

Bucky was never one to deny you, especially when you pleaded with him like this. He slid into you in one smooth thrust, earning a deep pleasured moan from your lips to match his own.

"Shit, doll, you're so tight," he groaned. "You always feel so good wrapped around me."

His movements were quick and intense, each thrust sending a wave of pleasure through you. Your moans were his best encouragement, a song meant only for his ears.

He pictured you pregnant, belly all swollen, carrying his child. A baby the two of you had made together, something he had long ago given up hope of, and the thought made him feral. The images flashed through his mind and he couldn't stop the words that flowed from his mouth as he pounded into you.

"God, I can't wait to see you with your belly all swollen. I bet you'll look so pretty pregnant, glowing like the light of the moon. Prettiest damn thing in the world."

He could tell his words were having an effect on you, but you were completely unable to respond. Nothing but hungry moans dripping from your mouth, head thrown back in ecstasy.

"You're gonna be such a good mama, sweets, I just know it. Gonna be so good," he groaned as you clenched around him. "Fuck, doll, I'm so close."

"Me--too," you gasped, though he already knew that.

"That's right, pretty mama. I wanna feel you cum around me, so I can fill you up. You gonna let me put a baby in you?"

You cried out in pleasure as you reach your peak, nails digging into his back, body shaking beneath him.

He gasped, the pleasure of your orgasm pushed him closer to his own. "That's it, sweets. Gonna make me a daddy--fuck," he groaned as you clenched around him, this time on purpose.

He looked at you, surprised to see you looking at him so intently. "Put a baby in me, James; fill me up," you begged.

It was all he needed to push him over the edge, hot spurts of his seed shot into you as he came with a shout of your name. His body shook slightly as he pulled out of you, quickly grabbing a pillow and sliding it under your hips.

"Buck?" you questioned lightly.

"Gotta make sure all my cum stays inside," he answered breathlessly, before collapsing beside you.

You laughed lightly, a warm smile lighting up your face. "You're ridiculous."

"Maybe, but you still married me."

You laughed harder. "Touché."

"So how many kids are you thinking?" he asked curiously.

"I don't know, probably two or three." You turned your head to look at him. "You?"

"I was thinking maybe, eight?"

"Eight?!" you asked incredulously. "Only if you carry four of them."

He laughed. "I would do that for you if I could, doll. I just want a big family with you...bunch of little kids running around, maybe a couple of dogs. I mean, we already have the house with the white picket fence."

You laughed with him. "Babe, I'm pretty sure those families only had 2.5 kids," you teased. "But for you, I'm open to maybe having a couple more."

His eyes lit up. "Really?"

"Yes," you said with a laugh. "Just don't get too crazy. We're not making an entire baseball team here."

"Damn," he mumbled jokingly.

You smacked him affectionately and he grabbed your hand and placed a soft kiss to it. "I love you, sweets."

You sighed contentedly. "I love you too, Buck."

He sat up and kissed your forehead before helping you turn onto your side, hips still elevated by the pillow. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close, his warmth providing you both comfort and safety. You knew there were still dishes out in the dining room to deal with and whatever mess remained in the kitchen, but you couldn't get yourself to get out of the bed.

As if sensing where your head was at, Bucky whispered, "I'll deal with the dishes later. I'd much rather hold you until you fall asleep."

You sighed and leaned into his chest. "You won't hear me complaining. I'm exhausted."

"Get some sleep, doll." He kissed your shoulder. "Oh, one more thing."

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"I was completely right. Dessert was way better."

He joined in with your laughter, the combination of which was easily the most beautiful sound in the world. It was the sound of two people so wonderfully in love that everything around them seemed to stop and listen, hoping to catch even the slightest glimpse of true love.

[plooto]

⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 4 — by the fire ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. in public , na’vi pet names ( syulang -> flower , muntxatan -> male mate ) , palming , hand job , teasing , marking , edging , aged up ! ao’nung .

now playing : mistletoe ; justin bieber

1:55 ──────|─── 1:08

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it was the prettiest night. your siblings and boyfriend’s friends were all splashing in the water, finally getting a break to spend time with each other. you sat next to ao’nung, eyes looking to the horizon while your mind wandered to the most sinful places, the gentle hue from the fire in front of you filling you with warmth.

“ what is it, syulang? what’s dancing in that pretty head of yours? ” you didn’t register what he said, not before you responded,

“ you. ”

your eyes widened as you turned to face him, your face turning a light purple as you saw a smirk splay across his cheeks. you stuttered as he gave you that look, the one that has you weak in the knees. ao’nung is so pretty..he’d be prettier if he was-

“ yeah? you can have me after, ” you fought a whine bubbling up your throat, you scoot closer to him your crisscross bumping with his as eyes flickering back to the group of laughing individuals who were barely within earshot.

“ i mean noww..muntxatan.. ” you pouted. now it was his turn to blush, he stuttered, eyes darting around to see if anyone heard you.

“ here? syulang- your brothers are right there you- shit~ ” you knew he wanted this just as much as you did when his dick jumped under your hand. you gave him a sly grin, knowing if everything else fails, his dick would sell him out.

“ ao’nung~ what they don’t know won’t hurt them.. ” you tilted your head as your thumb swiped over his clothed tip, fingers pressing flat against his shaft. ao’nung cursed, feeling heat poolin his stomach as it reflected in his face.

“ syulang- fuck. y- ah! d- don’t tease.. ” he gave you a half hearted glare, one you replied with an innocent look of confusion.

“ i would never tease you, my love.. ” you shifted your hand, slipping it under the waistband of his loincloth to spread the pre around his tip. you didn’t see it, but you knew it was angry, balls taught with anticipation as you stroked him faster. you leaned over to his ear, pressing kisses beneath it, fangs tugging on the skin on his neck.

“ yn- i- i’m close. ” he muttered, from behind gritted teeth, you smirked into his neck, tugging on the skin just how he likes it. dark bruise forming you laved over the mark with your tongue, removing your hand from under his tweng, his length throbbing with need.

“ w-what, why did you stop? ” you bit your lip, admiring the view of his flushed face.

“ do you want to ruin your loin or would. you rather ruin me? ” you watched as his face lit up with horny excitement, he struggled to stand, pulling you with him.

“ nete, lo’ak, we’re going to turn in okay? ” you yelled towards your brothers, ao’nung pulling you in front of him.

“ bye! ” they yelled in unison, and ao’nung didn’t wait another moment before pulling you away to your mauri.

( roxto turned to neteyam, “ they’re definitely not going to sleep. ” )

tags -> @luvv4j4ybe11

[donnydamakkk]

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

𝐑

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈, 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐛𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐱, 𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐉𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐉𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐮 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝟏.𝟒𝐤 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬

JJ wakes up on two separate occasions. The first time she wakes up, she's met with a foreign warmth coming from underneath her. She's completely naked with soft legs wrapped around her and her cheek resting on Jasira's soft breasts. She hears light snoring but her back is still being rubbed despite her companion's deep rest. She doesn't dare to move. She just closed her eyes and forced herself back to sleep. The second time she wakes up, her face is buried in a pillow rather than boobs. She feels cold, still, naked and now alone, she shivers. The lack on contact makes her sit up. Rubbing her eyes open, she registers a small, cozy bedroom. It's definitely not her hotel room. It's odd to say, that she knows exactly where she is without having a singular clue exactly where she is. She knows she's safe.

She has to call her team, let them know she's okay. So, when she leaves the bathroom, she's on a mission to find her phone. She doesn't let herself become distracted by how good whatever is being cooked smells. She find that she has countless voice messages when she gets her hands on her phone. She calls Emily and lets her know she's safe. There's no new news about the jet so she feels better about not having gone back to the hotel. 

She stumbles around the house, looking for the kitchen, following the smell. She finds it with ease as the house is quite quaint in size. Finds Jasira wearing nothing but boy shorts and a loose tank. Even from behind, she can see that she's not wearing a bra. She gravitates toward her, finds herself wrapping her arms around her waist.

She stumbles around the house, looking for the kitchen, following the smell. She finds it with ease as the house is quite quaint in size. Finds Jasira wearing nothing but boy shorts and a loose tank. Even from behind, she can see that she's not wearing a bra. She gravitates toward her, finds herself wrapping her arms around her waist.

"I ain't think you was ever gon' wake up."

"What can I say?" she muttered, "You wore me out."

Jasira scoffs, using her bottom to bump JJ, pushing her away. But, JJ catches her hips, keeping close to her. Her travel to her inner thighs. Her destination is clear. Jasira frees up one of her hands to catch JJ's. She's got a clear breakfast menu in her mind, and she won't let herself become distracted. Even if said distraction is someone who learned the ins and outs of her body in record time. Someone who she saw a future with as they locked eyes last night. Sure, it had been during sex and sure, her friends could argue that it was sex that made her feel so cloudy and sentimental. Though, she doesn't think she it was a fair assessment seeing as the only other person she had ever slept with, she had been in a relationship with. Of course sex made her feel more attached to him at the time. This is vastly different. Jasira knows she had never been more clear headed than she had been last night, grinding against JJ's sex. She can still feel the strength of JJ's fingers in her hips. Can still feel the tears flowing from her eyes and seeing them see from JJ's. 

It had been the weirdest but most satisfying thing she had ever experienced. She's not religious anymore, not really; she still goes to church on Sunday, still praise dances, but she doesn't really believe it anymore. It's hard to believe in a God that would let Bryce set his sets on her and sink his teeth in. Still, having sex with JJ felt like seeing God in person. Despite the hand wrapped around JJ's wrist, her hand persists on its journey, slipping into her boy shorts. Jasira whimpers at the sheer knowing of what's next. Her arousal is already pooling in her panties. She gives up then, her hand loosening it's grip on JJ's wrist. She allows herself to melt under JJ's touch.

"I usually run for the hills when wake up in a stranger's home," JJ says, nibbling her earlobe. She slides her fingers up to her clit and draws small circles. Jasira gasps, biting her lip.

Jasira gives a breathless giggle, "I don't bring strangers home."

"You're different," JJ says, her hand traveling until they reach her entrance. She shivers, remember how she feels. How all the stars seemed to align last night as soon as she slipped inside her. She doesn't have it in her to tease. It would only act as torture to herself, "So different," she says, pushing two fingers inside her. Jasira's nails dig into her wrist as she moans, gasping as she feels Jasira tightening around her fingers. She rests her forehead against her shoulder and whimpers, "God, you feel so good," she plants a soft kiss to her shoulder, "So fucking good."

"Blue," she whimpers, "I'm tryna cook," She says, but she turns down the eye of the stove because she'll kill JJ if she stops now.

JJ chuckles as she curls her finger and smirks at the sound of her moans gaining more depth, more volume. She had thought this would be a one night stand, but she would be an idiot not to comeback to her. Jasira digging into her wrist was more for balance now than anything. JJ doesn't like to rush sex. Well, she does most of the time, but not with her; she likes to bring her close to the edge and keep her teetering there. She likes to hear her moans that mimick pleas. Likes to see her struggle to breathe.  More than anything, she's already fallen in love with the warm welcome of her body, inside and out. She's already become completely wrapped up in the way sweat glistens from her beautiful brown complexion. Sexual chemistry like this is too good to not keep it around. What's a flight to New Orleans every now and again?

JJ wishes she could see her face right now, but she's seen it enough last night that she can probably guess what face she's making. Then, Shy gasps, her nails in JJ's wrists breaking skin now as she flutters around her fingers. JJ lets out a noise that can only be described as lewd, right in her ear. It sends Jasira over the edge. JJ slows her minstrations, lets Jasira ride out her pleasure, careful not to overwhelm her because she actually is starving.

When Shy relaxes against her, tossing her head back onto her shoulder. JJ pecks her cheek. Once, twice, she loses count of how many times. Jasira starts smiling and she can feel the action against her lips. It just makes her want to kiss her more. Jasira pulls JJ's hands out of her shorts and pushes her away, softly. JJ groans with reluctance but takes the hint and moves away from her. 

"This ain't how you conduct yaself with a one night stand, Blue."

JJ licks her fingers clean as she leans against the counter. "That all this is?"

"You want it be more?" Jasira asks.

JJ hesitates. She doesn't want a girlfriend. She's never really been committed to anyone. She doesn't think she's capable. She doesn't think she wants to find out one way or another. But, she knows if she goes back to Virginia with whatever this is completely off the table, she'll have regrets.

"I," she stutters, wanting to be careful with her words. She doesn't want to accidentally make a promise she isn't sure she can keep, "I want possibility at least. I want to feel it out." Jasira hums but doesn't say anything. JJ can feel her body heat hick up. "Do you not want anything more?"

"I'm cool with seein' where it goes."

It's a relief to hear. With her hand licked clean, she places her hands on each side if the counter and pushes herself up to sit. She watches as Jasira turns her stove back on and continues cooking. It isn't long before she's finished. She moves the food off the stove eyes but turns it down to a simmer. She grabs two glass, wide plate bowls and loads them with food. JJ's mouth waters again, looking at the spread Jasira has prepared for them both. She grabs two metal stove top covers, turns them upside down and sets each plate bowl down on them.

She turns to JJ, "I'm finna go shower again." And, she's gone after that. 

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[kokushiboublackgf]

Please Don't Go

(At this point you can tell that I absolutely suck at making titles for the things I write. Anyway here's some Shinobu angst/comfort that I wrote in like 20 minutes. Enjoy)

There are very few things that can slip by Shinobu's sharp eyes and senses. After all she's a Hashira, incredibly fast on her feet, a healer, and an innovator. Which is why she curses herself ten thousand times as she works quickly to tend to your large and ugly injury on your body that you managed to keep hidden from everyone. Due to the lack of care and your continued efforts to go on missions the wound not only grew infected but you were hit with a nasty fever that doesn't seem to be going down anytime soon.

Shinobu winces as you let out a painful groan at the feeling of her hands working on properly mending the bleeding wound on your chest that was never properly dealt with in the first place. If it wasn't for your current state she would have cursed you out so hard that it would make a sailor blush.

Upon finishing the last stich on the wound Shinobu applies a numbing and healing cream and wraps your injury as best as she can without trying to move you around so much. Even without the fever the injury was pretty gruesome and she questioned how you were able to still fight other demons and train.

Hearing you give another painful groan makes her snap out of her thoughts and she frowns as she sees your face tense up with nothing but pure anguish and at this point there's nothing more she can do for you other than make sure your injury doesn't become more infected and try to bring down your fever the best that she can.

Grabbing a rag she soaks it into a bowl of cold water before wringing it, and dabbing away at your sweaty and hot face, before placing it again in the bowl, wringing it and putting the rag on your forehead.

"Honestly I don't know what's wrong with you" she sighs while shaking her head. "Why put yourself in this type of danger? When you wake up we have a lot to speak about."

For the next two days your fever looked like it was never going to break but on the third day your fever finally managed to break and you found yourself tiredly blinking and taking a look at your surroundings. You don't really remember much of what happened before being where you currently are. You do remember being in a lot of pain when you were at your estate and feeling like you were falling. The last thing you remembered hearing was the concerned cry coming from your crow.

"You're finally awake" you hear a soft voice say aloud. Turning your head you see Shinobu standing in the doorway and although she has a smile on her face you know her well enough to know that beneath that smile is nothing but anger and disappointment.

"Shinobu I-"

"I don't want to hear it. I don't think you realize how reckless you can be sometimes. I mean do you really care very little about your own life?!" At this point you can see how Shinobu is practically seething with anger, fists balled and shaking and beautiful purple eyes showing nothing but anger and hurt. It makes you wince and you feel disappointed in yourself for putting her through this.

"Shinobu please let me explain" you say shakily while trying to sit up, making an effort to try to not aggravate your injury further.

"Idiot don't try to sit up" she scoffs while moving to your bed to gently push you back. "I just can't comprehend why you would do something this reckless."

Sighing you close your eyes and take a deep breath before opening them and looking directly into Shinobu's eyes. Where there was nothing but anger and disappointment, there's pure sadness.

"You're always telling me to take care of myself when I push myself too hard and here you go rushing into battle and walking around with an injury that was barely tended to. Imagine if you weren't near someone who could help. What do you think would have happened to you? I just want you to be safe. I don't want to lose you so suddenly" she finishes with a whisper and tears pooling in her eyes.

She doesn't hesitate or pull away from you when she feels your hand grasping her and squeezing them, likely to reassure her that you were alive and well right now and weren't going anywhere.

"Shinobu look at me. I'm okay and I won't be going anywhere anytime soon and you're right. It was stupid of me to do what I did." Sighing you tug at her hand a bit until she sits on the side of your bed and before continuing you rub your thumb over her hand soothingly.

"I- you're right. I tell you to take care of yourself every time I see you pushing yourself too hard and here I am unable to take my own advice" you finish chuckling to yourself. "I just felt the need to keep pushing myself, to keep fighting cause us Hashira are here to do just that."

"Well you're not much use if you're bed ridden or dead because of you refuse to take care of your injuries" she mumbles as she gives you a deadpan look. Laughing to yourself you lift her hand and press a kiss to it.

"I'm sorry I really am. I never meant to scare you like that. I hope you can forgive me."

Scoffing she smiles to herself before pressing her lips onto your forehead to give you a small kiss.

"Yeah I forgive you. Can't stay mad at you forever" she says smiling before leaning in closer and pinching both of your cheeks.

"But if you do something like this again I will personally send you to your grave and bring you back to life just to do it again? Understand?" she threatens you with her sweet close smile.

Choosing to not say anything you just nod your head and smile.

[muppetgelica]

Just poolin around

[ailtrahq]

Whales are some of the most relevant entities in the Bitcoin market because of their potential influence on the Bitcoin price through large-volume transactions. Investors and traders often look out for whale transactions, which can trigger a domino effect on the market. In one of such developments, recent on-chain data revealed that a particular whale has woken up from a three-year slumber, moving their BTC for the first time since 2020. Whale Becomes Active For The First Time In Three Years According to data from blockchain analytics platform Arkham Intelligence, a particular Bitcoin whale became active after years of dormancy and transferred out 5,000 BTC (worth around $137 million) on Saturday, October 7.  The whale address initially received the 5,000 BTC from “Poolin mining pool” on June 23, 2020. At the time, the Bitcoin price was around $9,700, putting the total value of the transaction at approximately $48.5 million. The Bitcoin price has experienced significant growth since 2020, with one BTC trading for $27,903 as of this writing. Consequently, the whale address’ holdings had swelled to approximately $137 million when all 5,000 BTC was moved on Saturday. On-chain data shows that this whale split and transferred the 5,000 to two separate addresses. Some 4,000 BTC were transferred to one address, and 1,000 BTC were sent to the other address, both of which are new and unmarked. A Threat To Bitcoin Price? This latest whale action seems to be provoking a sense of caution in the Bitcoin market. This is no surprise, considering that the movement of a large BTC amount (especially a sell-off) often sparks interest or fear in other investors, leading to momentary price fluctuations.  Nevertheless, it is worth noting that the reason behind this whale transfer is currently not known. It remains to be seen whether the owner wants to sell or just move their assets into another wallet. If the whale intends to sell off all their BTC holdings, then this latest action could potentially threaten the Bitcoin price. Large-scale selling could negatively impact Bitcoin’s value, as it often puts downward pressure on the cryptocurrency and could trigger a temporary price dip. It may be worth mentioning that the Bitcoin price has not experienced any significant or abrupt changes in the past 24 hours. According to CoinGecko data, the value of BTC has dipped by 0.1% in the past day. Bitcoin has made a relatively healthy start to October, with the premier cryptocurrency recording a 3.3% price gain since the start of the month. The BTC price has been moving mostly sideways in the past few days as it looks to break through the $28,000 mark. Bitcoin price hovering around $28,000 on the daily timeframe | Source: BTCUSDT chart on TradingView

[lonestar-badash]

The perfect hat doesn’t exis…

[shinidamachu]

Any Inukag fanfictions you recommend?

Yes, of course! I love telling people what to do.

A while ago an anon asked me about my favorites so I made a list. And here’s a small, slightly angst complementary one. I’ll be taking this opportunitiy to update these lists with the fanfictions I’ve read recently or the ones I for whatever reason didn’t put in the other two. Hope you enjoy!

Confession of a Hopeless Attraction by @goshinote: pining Inuyasha at its best! The little details about Inuyasha and Kagome’s personalities in this AU made it all even more adorable.

26 Days of Smutmas by @notkorras: merry christmas, here’s some dirty stuff! I love the concept of this. Every chapter it’s totally different AU and it never gets boring. Super fun to read if you’re into NSFW but it has some fluff and some angst too!

Slave to Your Heart by @shnuggletea: it is a bit dark, so be sure to check the warnings first. If you’re cool with it, though, I’m 100% sure it will keep your attention. It certainly kept mine.

Welcome Home by @akitokihojo: nothing better than Inukag reunion fics, no matter the universe. And this. One. Delivers. Also: “I missed you” sex. 1000/10.

Hex: I'm With The Band by @goshinote: listen, I’d die for rockstar Inuyasha. L i s t e n! Also the angst it’s just... good fucking food.

First Impressions by @mamabearcat: this is just so straight up good and sweet? It kind of reminds me of Friends a little bit because it felt so comforting! Love it!

Poolin' Around by @keichanz: excellency smut from the queen herself! Enjoy!

It was Love at First Bite, Kagome by @fawn-eyed-girl: take one pint of rivals to lovers, add a half pound of comedy and NSFW. Hungry yet? You will be.

The Best Laid Plans for Getting Laid by @neutronstarchild: oh my Gosh, this is hilarious in the best of ways, but also pretty damn hot! Trust me, you don’t want to miss it.

Shameless by @noviceotakus-blog: this is porn. I don’t know what else to tell you, except: it’s mind blowing porn.

Lessons by @akitokihojo: you simply can’t write such an amazing BDSM bit and not be a wizard of sorts. Tell us your secrets. I’m still shooketh.

The Half-Demon Prince and the Curse of Four Paws by @neutronstarchild: this is one of those fics that just make you melt. It could easily be a Disney movie.

Fearless by @keichanz: Inuyasha and kids are a weak spot of mine. It’s just not fair how fucking lovely this oneshot is. Please have mercy, I’m only a woman.

Midnight Bruises by wolfdancer333: goddamn, would you take a look at this masterpiece? The grasp this author has on Inuyasha and Kagome it’s insane!

Sky and Earth by Drake_Rhapsody: an absolute jam! The writing it’s both heartbreaking and breathtaking.

She's Mine by shantie84: your classic mating story, complete with Demon!Inuyasha making some appearences. A little bit of angst. Lots and lots of sex.

Into You by @lavendertwilight89: another one for pining Inuyasha because I just love it to death. It’s an awesome AU and I’ll definitely reread it sometime.

Secondary Transmission of Disinformation by @superpixie42: the tittle looks pretty serious but don’t let it fool ya. It’s one of the funniest things I have ever read. Also: make up sex. Plus the characterization is flawless.

Stay With Me Until Sunrise by @neutronstarchild: I can’t even say anything coherent, I just want to scream in delight! Another perfect one!

The Warlord's Tribute by @omgitscharlie: drop everything you’re doing. Read this fanfiction. Thank me later (I like money).

Everything by @superpixie42: this fic has everything I love: make up sex... Yes, I was listing things I love. Yeas, I am done. That’s the whole list.

Given by @dangerouspompadour: the smut was so good I wanted to cry, my dude. Still having trouble to accept this isn’t canon. In my heart it is.

If You Dare... by @fawn-eyed-girl: another christmas season fanfiction! The plot is so clever and the whole story is super entertaining! The Inukag dynamics is just adorable!

[akillysheel]

TENUOUS. ❜  ( 7 )

Summary:  Cthugha asks the Huron Task Force for aid.  It goes about as well as you’d expect.

Warnings:  N/A.

    Cthugha wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he was worried.  He’d never been the most interpersonal creature, more content with his own company than anybody else’s, and he couldn’t imagine that being introduced to an entire building of people was going to do anything positive for his mood.  Involving Kuro had already been a stretch for him;  now he was supposed to make room for a whole precinct?

    I’m not good at being sociable.  I’m good at transactions.  That’s how it’s always been.

    And he’d never really had many opportunities to make the opposite true.  What could one expect of somebody who was designed and raised specifically to fix things for other people?  A thankless existence was what he’d been born into  -  and a thankless existence it would likely remain.

    “Don’t look so pensive,”   Kuro said, giving him a friendly nudge.  Cthugha recoiled as if he’d been burned, rubbing gingerly at his arm.  “Yer gonna be fine.  The precinct is full’a honest huros who’ll wanna help.  We’re all officers’a the law.  Y’can put yer trust in ‘em.”

    “Tell me something.”   The station’s roof was visible now, and the rifter’s stomach performed an involuntary somersault.  It was a strange feeling--  one that was preparing him for conflict as opposed to a nervous breakdown.  He was a series of packed wires, the current running through them fraying the tips without a thought for their host.   “Do you think that the law’s absolute?”

    “Meanin’?”

    “Meaning--  do ya really think everyone ya hired is a good person just because they’re a police officer?”

    Kuro seemed to hesitate briefly, his head cocked thoughtfully to one side.   “I dunno if I believe in strictly ‘good’ and ‘bad’ people, in a sense.  I mean--  I think they exist, obviously, but I think it’s more complicated than just bein’ born that way.  We’re all just a culmination’a the things we do ‘n’ it just so happens that a lot’a people do more good than bad.”

    “So you’re admitting that nobody has perfect morality.  Including officers.”

    “Well yeah.  I think yer clutchin’ at straws but yeah,”   Kuro replied with a laugh.   “Y’d be pretty hard-pressed t’find somebody who’s never done anythin’ bad in their life.  But I’d say that stealin’ five quers* from yer papa’s wallet when yer eight or sneakin’ out after curfew ain’t really comparable t’murderin’ people or stealin’ babies outta prams.  Maybe that’s just me though.”

    “Alright, smartass,”   Cthugha conceded, unable to hold back a half-smile.  It wasn’t as if he had a particular distrust in the law, or officers for that matter--  it was that he floated above concepts like legality.  What had to be done had to be done, and that was all there was to it as far as he was concerned.   “... as long as they’re trustworthy.”

    “They are,”   Kuro assured as he climbed the porch steps, turning around as Cthugha stopped at the foot of them.  “If anybody’s gonna help y’find our missin’ girl, ‘s gonna be them.  This’s what they do fer a livin’.  How long do we have, twelve days?”

    “Eleven.”

    “Shit.  Then we’d best be poolin’ our resources, yeah?”   The Sheriff flashed what he hoped was a comforting smile before continuing.   “Y’say whatever y’need to.  Y’wanna tell ‘em the whole truth, go fer it;  if y’don’t, also fine.  Even if they ain't understand the severity’a the situation they’ll listen t’my orders.  I’ll be there t’help.”   He pushed the door open then, holding it ajar for the other man to pass through.  Cthugha did so with his mind working a mile a minute.

    Suddenly, the confidence with which he’d first swept through the precinct felt distant, untouchable, eyes scanning over a maze of desks and whiteboards as if he’d never seen any of those things in his life.  The low hum of chatter coalesced into one huge cacophony of noise, one that displeased him immensely.  Subtly, his pointed ears lowered in an effort to block out the sound.

    Would it be best to come clean from the start?  That’s what I did with Kuro and it turned out… mostly alright.  Sort of.  Maybe I permanently screwed up his perception of reality but he seems fine.

    … was he, though?

    A cautious glance at Sheriff Braav told him nothing.  He looked cool, calm, collected--  the same as always.  Maybe they were more alike than he cared to realise.

    When he first felt something hot splash across his front, he barely reacted--  it was only a moment afterwards, scorching liquid soaking through the thick material of his CC jacket, that he realised what had happened.  Slowly, his head inclined, a fire burning in the icy blue of his eyes as he glowered up at a man he didn’t know.  He was broad-shouldered and tall, yet he shrunk under such intense scrutiny.

    “Oh, crumbs.”   The voice belonged to somebody unfamiliar, a man that cast a shadow over him.   “I--I’m so sorry--”

    “I told y’t’step aside,”   Kuro said, a hand resting on Cthugha’s shoulder.   “Were y’not listenin’?”

    “Here, lemme--”   Rather than finish his sentence, the man clumsily stuck out his hands, attempting to peel Cthugha’s stained jacket from his front.

    “Get off.”   With a fierce amount of strength, he slapped the stranger’s hand away, then rolled his shoulder hard enough to force Kuro’s hand off of him.  All of a sudden, it felt as if the material covering him was non-existent, skin prickling unpleasantly in response to the uncomfortable heat of another’s palm.  For one tense moment, all he did was glare at the man currently nursing his stinging hand before he stepped wide around him.  Ruefully:   “... ‘s my fault.  I wasn’t concentrating on where I was going.”

    “A-Ah, well…”   The officer paused, adjusting his stance slightly before addressing Kuro instead.   “Who is this, sir?”

    “This’s Cthugha…”   Kuro mumbled through clenched teeth.  He couldn’t see how a first impression could’ve gone any worse;  spilling boiling hot tea down a temporal assassin’s front seemed a rather quick way to be deleted from one’s own timeline.   “He’s actually here on business…”

    “Oh drat--”       “‘n’ I told y’t’stop callin’ me sir.”     “Sorry, s--”     “Ten years ago.”

    A sheepish smile formed on the man’s face.   “But it feels weird callin’ my superior by his name!”

    “Rigs, we’ve had this conversation damn near one-hundred times.  It makes me feel fuckin’ old.  That’s an old-person term--”   He suddenly inhaled sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose before deflating.   “Nevermind.  I ain’t got time t’go round ‘n’ round the merry-go-round with y’right now.  Would y’do me a favour ‘n’ round up everybody in the precinct ‘n’ meet me on the floor in twenty?”

    “Everybody…?”   Agent Rigsby quizzed with a curious look.

    “Yeah.  Everybody.  Rank ain’t matter.  This concerns the entire task-force.”   He pulled away, heading back to Cthugha’s side.  With a sweep of his arm in the direction of his office, the rifter began to move.  Kuro looked back at Rigsby with a firm nod.   “Twenty minutes.  Get goin’.”

    “Yessir!”   barked the officer, saluting cheesily before making his way around the precinct, beginning to round people up like sheep.  Kuro deadpanned at nothing before following Cthugha into his quarters.

    As soon as the door clicked shut behind him, the rifter was busy with tearing his ruined clothes off, doing so in one fell swoop.

    “God damn it!”   Cthugha suddenly exclaimed, tossing his shirt and jacket aside.  They landed gracelessly at the foot of Kuro’s desk, a sad pile of navy, cyan and white.  Without clothing shielding his form from view, Kuro took note of the tightly wound muscle lining his arms, shoulders and abdomen;  not particularly burly upon first glance, though undeniably toned, tense, ready to uncoil like a spring.  Suddenly, the force with which he’d shunted Connor’s gun skyward made sense.  “I don’t have back-up clothes ya know, I’m gonna have to go back and--”

    “Hold on,”   interrupted Kuro, striding towards a door and flipping on a light.  A simple bulb hanging from its ceiling flickered on gradually, the light it gave off casting a sickly pale glow over its contents.  There was a large shelving unit that was a mere foot or so shy of the roof inside, each of its compartments stuffed full of different things.  If he squinted, he could make some of them out;  boxes of manilla files, tubs filled with miscellaneous things like buttons and pushpins. On the bottom shelf, there was a box of clothing--  a box that the sheriff pulled out of its place and dragged out into the office.  Its true depth was only really visible when it wasn’t crammed between two shelves.   “Y’might be in luck.  I was thinkin’:  yer current get-up might be makin’ people ask questions anyway.”

    “What’s wrong with my CC uniform?”   Cthugha asked with a squint.

    “Nothin’.  But y’gotta understand, Huron’s real communal.  Yeah, the Crossover with Vide happened ‘n’ all that, but folks’re still pretty uptight when it comes t’people they ain’t recognise.”

    “I can pass for a Vider, can’t I?  You’re being paranoid!”

    “Not with that weird symbol etched into yer clothes, y’can’t.  People probably think yer some sorta secret service agent,”   Kuro explained, fishing through piles of clothing until he found what he was looking for.   “I’m thinkin’, y’need t’start lookin’ like y’belong if yer gonna work with the task-force.”  

    Though his mouth remained straight, the trace of smirk could be heard in his voice as he tossed Cthugha a set of clothes.  The rifter stared at them for all of three seconds before barking out a laugh.

    “Ya want me to dress up as an officer?”   An incredulous scoff left him, eyebrows raised high with a mixture of offense and mirth.  There was something about the request that floored him--  something so candidly backhanded that he couldn’t help but laugh.  It felt as if he’d ascended to Godhood, though with a persistent naysayer locked tight around his ankle.  Trying to pull me down to an officer’s level, are you?   “No way.  I’ll just blink back and-- ”

    “Fine, fine.”   Rather than listen, the sheriff pulled a different set of clothes free, flinging them almost accusingly at the other.   “These, then.”

    With a frown, Cthugha put down the tiered clothing, plucking a black blazer from the top of the pile.  After close inspection:   “‘Huron High’...  is this a fucking--”

    “University uniform?”   Kuro cut in, voice dripping with faux-innocence as he grinned impishly at him.   “Yeah.  Don’t y’think y’ll look strappin’ in it?”

    “Oh ha-ha, you are lo-ving this, aren’t ya?  I’ll bet ya set up Officer Rigsby ahead of time too, huh?”

    “Pfft--  now who’s paranoid?”

    “You--”   His fists clenched tightly, a sardonic smile on his face.  Pointedly, he jabbed a finger in Kuro’s general direction, eyes narrow slits.   “Fine.  This’ll do.  Anything to not wear your stupid little copper garb.  Black ‘n’ white--  reeeal imaginative.  What are ya, a goddamn zebra?”

    “The hell is that?”   Kuro asked, a crease forming in his brow before Cthugha promptly disappeared.  After a minute or so, he returned in his typical flicker of cobalt, dressed in the clothes he’d been given…  sort of.   “I distinctly remember givin’ y’a blazer ‘n’ shorts, young man.”

    “Out with the old, in with the new,”   Cthugha said with a wide smirk as he finished adjusting his collar, his voice alight with spite.   “I sincerely like the vest and tie though.  Very spiffy.  Do they come in different colours?”

    Kuro rolled his eyes, knowing they’d go on and on if he didn’t relent.  He had to admit, the clothing suited him awfully well.  Black pants tucked into shin-high boots, paired with the familiar blue vest and white shirt, a streak of admiral blue forming his tie.

    “Y’look good,”   he said candidly, after careful consideration.   “Suits y’, I mean.”

    Cthugha levelled him with a skeptical look, then shook his head, opting for silence on the matter.   “Why do ya even have school clothes in your cupboard?  Where did ya get ‘em from?”   He squinted, pointing at him flippantly.   “Have I just discovered something dark about you?”

    “The hell’re y’talkin’ about--  they’re lost ‘n’ found or donations, mostly.  Instead’a throwin’ away perfectly good clothes, we just kinda--  keep ‘em until somebody else needs ‘em.  What’s the point’a wastin’ resources like that?”   Kuro reasoned, kicking the box of clothes along the floor until he could lift it back into its rightful place, closing the cupboard door behind it.

    All things considered, Cthugha supposed he could agree.  Still, he didn’t understand why they’d be kept in the sheriff’s office of all places--  perhaps a cupboard in the back somewhere, but not there.

    He shook his head.   “I should get out there.  Think they’ll take me seriously?”

    “I’m sure they will once y’bring up Mia,”   Kuro said, his hand resting on the doorknob before he thought better about turning it.   “Hey, uh…  can I ask what happened back there?”

    “What do ya mean?”   Cthugha asked impatiently, his hands resting on his hips.

    “I mean, when people touch y’, y’get all…”   The sheriff paused, searching for a tactful descriptor.   “... wriggly.  Y’avoided my attempts before ‘n’ y’looked like y’wanted t’kill my agent when he tried t’clean y’up.  Slapped him pretty hard too.”

    “I--”   Suddenly, his mouth felt full of something, saliva thick like paste.  No matter how hard he tried to think of how best to respond, he came up empty.   “-- that doesn’t matter?”

    “Yer evasive about it.  Makes me think it does matter.”

    “I’m tellin’ ya it doesn’t.  Now open the door, we don’t have the time for this.”

    With a sigh, Kuro relented, pushing the door ajar and letting Cthugha through without protest. Something about it was bothering him immensely.  It was a feeling of loss, despite the fact that he barely knew him.  The fact that his main manner of establishing camaraderie had been hindered left him grasping at straws when it came to interacting with the other man.

    He watched as Cthugha walked around the cluster of people, adjusting his shirt cuffs as he did.  After a brief scan of the precinct, he turned to Rigsby with a frown.

    “Where’s Jack?”   he whispered, trying to find the back of his head in the crowd.

    “Ah, the subway’s screwed.  He’s running late.”

    “Again?”   Kuro groaned, rubbing gently at a temple.  He wasn’t even going to bother bringing it up;  there was a time and a place to reprimand tardiness, and being at the mercy of traffic was not one of them.  What could he do about that?  Astral-project himself to the station?   “Alright, fine…  I’ll fill him in when he gets here.”

    Without further question, Kuro followed in Cthugha’s footsteps, joining him at the head of the gathering.   “Y’know what yer gonna say?”

    “Please,”   Cthugha said with an easy smile.   “Delivering business is the easy part.”  

    “Ri--  oh shit what’re y’doin’?”   He watched in awe as Cthugha fearlessly hopped atop the desk closest to him, feeling oddly tongue-tied as he stared up at him.  With his arms tucked neatly behind his back, uniform perfectly arranged, his face not betraying a single hint of apprehension, the sheriff felt strangely soothed.  His confidence had not been misplaced;  however poorly the officers responded, Cthugha’s certainty would not waver.

    “Don’t mind me, I’m just not that tall,”   he said loudly, listening as the crowd fell silent. After only a brief survey of the room, he could tell that most of Kuro’s work colleagues were confused by his presence, eyes round and hungry for details.  A couple recognised him from the first time he’d walked in, a polite acknowledgement thinly veiling their distrust.   “Hi, I’m Cthugha and I’m here to stop your district from exploding!”

    Kuro gawked.

    From beside him, Agent Rigsby arched an eyebrow before chuckling nervously.   “Err--  who is this guy?”

    “Y’wouldn’t believe me if I told y’,”   Kuro murmured back.

    “Now I’ve got your attention:  ya might’ve seen me around over the past couple days. I’m currently working with your dependable leader, Sheriff Braav, and he’s proven instrumental in my progress,”   Cthugha started.  He cared not for appearances but for brevity. The less he could say, the better.   “Listen to what I’m about to tell ya very carefully.  Believe it, don’t believe it--  but listen, and remember that your superior has deemed me worthy of his time.”

     Holy smokes, the sheriff thought to himself.   The guy’s got magnetism if nothin’ else.

    “I work for a service known as the Continuum Command, in a plane much higher than your own.  It’s my job to maintain timelines and help avoid doomsdays-- or apocalypses, as you guys might call them.  Eleven days from now, your tiny little district* is going to be destroyed  -  and the perpetrator of said destruction is going to be the father of a missing person that you never found.  Ya might remember her;  Mia Vanton.”

    Immediately, a low whir consumed the floor, a series of tiny conversations sparking to life.  If anything, Cthugha appreciated the recognition.  It saved him time and energy.

    “The details of what her father does to hurt the district are irrelevant--  what’s imperative to know is that the return of Mia, dead or alive, will curb it.  I’m not a fool and neither are any of you, I’m assuming;  we all know that at this point, she’s likely dead.  I want you to know that that factor is irrelevant.”

    “Is this true?”   Rigsby commented, his voice low enough for only Kuro to hear.  It sounded as if he was on the verge of laughing--  or screaming.

    Kuro nodded solemnly.   “Yeah, he’s--   he’s the real deal.  I’ve seen it.  His abilities, I mean.”

    “I really need your help,”   Cthugha said, his voice gaining an almost imploring quality--  too proud to beg, yet aware of its benefits.   “Even if you don’t believe what I’m telling you about a doomsday or the CC or timelines or any of that, please just think about the fact that there’s a real chance that this case could be solved, and that this mystery could be put to rest.  I think, if nothing else, Mr.Vanton deserves that.  It’s been twenty years since the closure of this case and he hasn’t even been able to have an official funeral.  I think that level of grief should be poignant to officers of the law.  You’ve seen first-hand what that kind of suffering can make people do, I’m sure.”

    Quiet whispers.  Lo-fi chatter.

    “That’s all I have to say:  please just help me find Mia.  I can’t cover all of Huron on my own, not even with my abilities.  I need numbers and I need people who know who they’re looking for.  If for no other reason than to be able to say that there really was nothing else ya could do, ya should really consider it.”   The rifter paused, glancing momentarily over at Kuro, who stared back at him with evident surprise.  “... I know that most of ya probably think I’m insane and that’s fine--  if I’m being perfectly honest, I’d be in the same boat if I was in your position.  I wouldn’t wish what I know about the Universe on any of ya.  I think it’s nice that you’re ignorant.  There’s a lot you’re not privy to and ya’ll always be better for it.”

    Though he stood tall above the crowd, Cthugha looked alarmingly small as he finished his speech, staring out into a sea of faces that were, at best, skeptical.  He’d have expected no less from people who were paid to see through bullshit.  In a way, it made him resonate with their professional prowess more.

    “... thanks for listening to me.  If anybody wants to ask any questions--”

    Immediately, several outbursts arose, several queries thrown at him at once.

    Where did y’say y’came from again?     What the fuck is a ‘timeline’?!     This case’s cold, where d’ya think we’re gettin’ new leads from?!     How is one man gonna destroy all of Huron?!     Shouldn’t ya be in class?     Who the hell ARE you?!

    “--  ya can direct them to Kuro, okbye.”

    “What?!”   Kuro barked, though seconds too late;  the rifter had already vanished, and by God did the bright blue flash cause an entirely new tidal wave of questions.   “That little fucker-- I’ll--”

    But before he could say anything else, he was steamrolled by a precinct full of confused police officers, demanding answers that he didn’t have.

*quers - pronounced ‘kurrs’, are the currency of huron.

*’tiny little district’  -  in the same sense that the uk is ‘tiny’.  Huron is actually a large chunk of land similar to that of a country but in comparison to others, it is a small patch of land.

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Five

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

Your alarm goes off at four the next morning. Harry groans like you’ve never heard him before.

“Why are you up so bloody early?”

“I’m going to the gym before work.” You whisper. “Go back to sleep.” You change and pack up everything you’ll need.

“Why?”

“Too dark in the evenings right now, I have zero motivation after work. I’ll be back before I go to work.”

You ran three miles. You have no idea why, but you did. You lifted some weights, and then got back to your apartment by 6:30 to shower. Harry was still in bed when you got back. He rolled over and saw you. You strip yourself of your clothes and he thought you looked like a runway model with the way you were strutting around.

“Right, so I’ll be showerin’ with ya.” He says getting up. You turn to grin at him.

“We have to be super quick.” You fix your hair into a bun so it won’t get wet. “Niall and I are going to carpool today, and he leaves super early.”

“Well, enough talkin’ then, let’s go.”

You turn the water on and wait for it to heat up. You stand under the warm water to wash the sweat away. Harry gets on his knees and pulls you towards him. You giggle, and then gasp when you feel his mouth on your clit. Your hands rake through his hair. He moves one of your legs over his shoulder so he can lick your center easier.

“Ugh, Harry.” Your head rolls back. “Feels so good.”

He dips a finger up inside you while his mouth focuses on your clit again. He curls it up inside you making the “come here” motion, and you’re not sure how much longer you’ll last.

“Harry, shit, don’t stop.”

You feel him smirk while he flicks his tongue faster on you. It’s when his second finger slips inside that you lose it. You gasp loudly, and practically scream while your stomach coils. One of your hands grasps at the tile on the shower wall. Your release comes and he continues to pump in and out of you while you ride it out. He stands up as you catch your breath. You lean your forehead on his chest.

“Shit.”

He lifts you up quickly and puts your back flush with the wall. You wrap your legs around him and he thrusts up into you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head.

“Always so reactive in the mornin’.” He smirks. He starts moving in and out. He grabs one of your hands with his and laces your fingers together.

“I love you so much.” You kiss him while he fucks up in to you.

“I love you too.” He says into your ear. “Love this tight little cunt too.” You moan at his words.

“Keep going.” You breathe out. He could feel you pulsing against him.

“Feels so good wrapped around me.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, s’like it was made just f’me.” You tighten around him.

“Fuck, Harry.” You start panting while he moves in and out of you faster. “I wanna come at the same time, can we do that?”

“Fuck, yeah.”

“Harry, it’s gonna, I’m, oh god!”

His come shoots up inside you as you release around his cock. He stays pressed against you for a moment before pulling out, and setting you down. He kisses you before stepping into the water to rinse off. You give his bum a little pinch as you step into the water.

“Oi!”

“I love that ass.” You giggle.

You get dressed quick and throw some makeup on. It was already 7:15. You made a quick smoothie and kissed Harry before heading out the door. Niall had just pulled his car up.

“Mornin’.”

“Good morning.” You smile big at him. You certainly didn’t seem the way Harry had described. But it was a new day after all.

“You seem perky.”

“I went to the gym really early, I feel so energized.”

“That’s good. Wish I could do that, I get every last drop of sleep I can possibly get. Plus, Sarah usually gives me a good work out.”

“Don’t be gross.” You nudge him.

“As if Harry doesn’t give you a parting gift in the morning.”

“Oh he does, did this morning in fact, but that’s none of your business.” You smirk.

“Mhm, yeah.”

You and Niall stop for coffee and head to the office. You liked carpooling already. It was nice to have that time together in the morning. You decided to switch off every other day. You get to your desk and get through some lingering emails. Harry texts you a kissy face and it makes your heart flutter.

//

Harry gets to work around nine. Isaac says good morning like he usually does.

“Harry! We missed you last week.”

“Thanks, wish I could say the same.” He smiles along with his joke.

“Very funny.”

“Actually, I would have much preferred you had come with us. We coulda had a lot of fun.” Isaac blushes as Harry walks into his office.

His coffee was already waiting for him. He sighs with relief. He logs onto his computer and loads up some of the pictures he started editing. He gets them onto a flash drive and walks down to Mykenzie’s office. He taps on the outside of the door.

“Hey.” He says to her.

“Hi.” She says looking over at him.

“Got the pictures from last week for yeh.”

“Thanks, you can just leave that on Julia’s desk.”

“You’re not even gonna look ‘em over?” He pouts.

“Why do I need to? She’s the one writing the pieces.”

“You’re gonna look her shit over though right?”

“Yeah, when she’s done. I’m working on something else right now.”

“Alright then.” He turns on his heel and leaves her office. She hated when he’d pout like that. It was too cute. He walks over to Julia’s desk where her eyes are glued to her computer screen. “Hey, here are the pictures from last week.” He places it on her desk.

“Thanks.” Her cheeks heat up looking at him.

“Ya good?”

“Mhm.”

“Thanks for the coffee.” He winks at her and walks away.

//

You were too busy jamming out to your Glee cast playlist playing loudly in your ears to notice Harry standing in your door way around lunch time. He got a kick out of you bobbing your head around, mouthing the words that he knew you desperately wished you could be belting out. He makes a coughing noise, and you look up at him.

“Oh! Hi, sweetie.” You pause your music and get up.

“It okay I came by?”

“Course! Wanna eat with Niall too? He missed me all week.” Harry goes to speak but you’re already walking down the hall to Niall’s office. “Hey, come to my office for lunch, Harry’s here too.”

“Sounds good!” You come back and get your lunch out of your lunch box.

“What?”

“Nothin’…” He sits down in one of the chairs by your desk. Niall comes in and sits next to him.

“Hey mate.”

“Hey. How was car poolin’?”

“Good! We’re going to do it every day.” You say sitting down.

“It’s a nice way to start to day off.” Niall says.

“Agreed.” You smile at him. “How’s work today, babe?”

“Good, everyone really liked my pictures.”

“That’s great! They were beautiful. Niall, Harry got to dive under water.”

“Ohh, he likes doin’ that.”

“Shut up.” He nudges him. You roll your eyes at the inside joke. “Hey, Niall, you ever notice how much Y/N rolls her eyes?” They both smirk.

“Oh, all the time. She should have an award for it.”

“I really don’t even notice I’m doing it!”

“The best is when I catch you doin’ it in a bad meeting, I have all I can do to not start laughin’.”

“Good to know I can be so entertaining.” You stick out tongue out at him and he sticks his back at at you.

“You both wanna come over tonight to watch The Bachelor?”

“Or you could come to our place! Is that okay Harry?” He nods yes.

“Perfect. Sarah can’t come over tonight, and I hate watchin’ it alone.”

“I cannot believe you like watching it.”

“It’s addicting as fuck! Y/N actually got me into it. When she first started here she was talkin’ about the Bachelorette like all the time.”

“Mhm, so I started Niall off with Bachelor in Paradise that summer.”

“It was wild.”

“Jesus, you two are a married couple.” Harry chuckles.

“We’d be one of the couple’s from the fifties that have the twin beds instead of like a normal bed.” You joke.

“Yes! That’s exactly how I’d picture it.” He laughs.

Niall leaves you and Harry to hang out alone around 12:30. He closes the door behind him, and you move to sit in Harry’s lap.

“Hi.” You nuzzle your nose to his.

“You’re in a good mood today.”

“Hard not to be when you gave me an earth shattering orgasm this morning.” You blush as you say it.

“Earth shatterin’ huh?”

“Didn’t you hear me scream? Jesus, I’m still thinking about it. You have magic fingers. Actually, you have magic everything.” You giggle and lean down to kiss him.

“Would love to do that for ya again, now.” You stand up immediately.

“I already told you I’m not going to fuck you in my office.”

“Can we make out then?”

“Yeah, okay.”

You sit on the edge of your desk and he stands between your legs. Your hands stay on his hips while he kisses you.

//

Harry left your office with swollen lips and a fresh hickey on his collar bone. Isaac smirked at him as he came back up to the studio. Harry grabs a mint from the top of his desk.

“What’s that face for?” He asks him.

“Nothing, I just think it’s cute that you have this like high school romance with your girlfriend.”

“High school romance?” Harry scoffs.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone ready to pounce like you, you’re a like a teenager going through puberty.”

“Come off it. Can’t help that I’m with the most gorgeous girl in the world. Need to her to kiss me any chance I can get.” He shrugs.

“It’s nice seeing you so in love, H. It looks good on you.”

“Thanks, mate.”

Harry shakes his head and goes into his office. He was genuinely over the moon happy.

//

Niall drives you home at the end of the day, and says he’ll be over around 7:30. You get home before Harry, so you decide to start dinner. You get your music going and start a pot of water on the burner. You were thinking egg noodles with mushrooms and peas. Harry comes home to the smell of your cooking and sits down at the island in the kitchen.

“Hi sweetie.” You say to him. “Dinner’s just about ready.” You kiss him on the cheek. “How was the rest of your day?”

“Good, no complaints for once. How was yours?”

“Pretty good. Had a few meetings. I hate afternoon meetings, people are exhausting after lunch.” You plate up the foot for the two of you and sit next to him.

“Mm, this is delicious, thank you.”

“I made enough to have leftovers for tomorrow.”

“Sounds good. What time is Niall comin’?”

“7:30.”

“Perfect, plenty of time for a shag.”

“Harry.”

“C’mon, let’s go. Need t’save time for a cuddle and all that.”

“Okay, can we just clean up first?”

He practically throws the plates in the dishwasher, and yanks you into the bedroom. Your legs were over his shoulders before you knew it. Your back arching upwards several times. This man truly knew how to fuck a woman right, there was no doubt about that. When you were both done you laid their facing each other, legs tangled up in each other. Light pillow talk, giggles, and stolen kisses.

Around 7:15 you both get up and throw on some sweats. You decide on wearing Harry’s clothes. He notices you’re not wearing a bra.

“Hey, could you put somethin’ on under that?”

“It’s a sweat shirt, you can’t even tell.”

“Yes you can.”

“That’s because you’re looking. He won’t be.”

“Y/N.”

“Harry, I don’t know how else to say this, but Niall has seen me without a bra on several times. It’s really not a big deal. It’s not like I’m wearing a tight little white shirt. I’m wearing one of your sweatshirts. I’ll even keep my arms crossed. See?” You hear the buzzer go off. “I’m gonna let him up. Could you make some popcorn?”

“Mhm.”

“Hey!” You say to Niall as he comes in. He had his glasses on and was also clad in sweats. Harry comes out of the kitchen. “Look, he’s got his glasses on, full relaxation mode for the Irish lad.”

“Shut up, I was done with contacts for the day.”

“Want a glass of wine?”

“Wouldn’t be the bachelor if we didn’t.”

“Perfect! Go sit, I’ll get it.”

Harry felt like he was intruding on a date or something. He sits next to Niall on the couch and puts the popcorn on the coffee table. You come over with three wine glasses and pour it for them both, and yourself.

“Harry, could I please sit in the middle?” He shuffles over. “Thank you.”

The show starts and Harry is already bored. He really felt like a third wheel while you and Niall made comments to each other.

“He’s lettin’ her come back?!” Niall shouts.

“I thought we were free! I’m gonna say it, Peter’s a stupid bitch.”

“You’re right, and you should say it.”

“He literally just wants to bone, I don’t know why he wanted to do this.”

“Probably for that exact reason. Just wait for the fantasy suites.”

“What in the fuck are fantasy suites?”

“When he gets to the final three women, they each get an overnight date with him.” You explain.

“But only if the girl accepts.”

“And it’s no cameras. So the couple can talk all night without the producers meddling, or they can fuck.”

“And there’s no cameras at all?”

“Mhm, it’s like the most crucial date.”

Harry found himself getting more invested with the show. It reminded him of one his novels. You felt your eyes start to get droopy. You had been up really early, and the wine was making you sleepy. Your head falls on Niall’s shoulder. He looks down at you and chuckles. Harry’s jaw tenses. Niall nudges his shoulder up to wake you.

“Hm? Sorry, dozed off for a second.” Harry hooks his arm around your shoulders and pulls you into him. “Ya good?” You ask looking up at him.

“Yup.” Niall shakes his head, but keeps his attention on the TV.

When it ends the three of you are exhausted. You and Harry say goodnight to Niall, and you both shuffle into the bedroom, and into the bathroom to do your nightly routines. You take the sweat pants and sweatshirt off and get into bed. You couldn’t wait for Harry to wrap his arms around your soft skin. You sigh with relief when he does.

“That was fun tonight.”

“Yeah, s’not the worst show I’ve ever seen.”

“It’s very addicting.”

“Clearly.” He yawns.

“Love you baby.” You kiss his cheek.

“Love you too, goodnight.”

//

You were sort of embarrassed when you went to see Dr. Mara. You had called her office last week and told them you were too sick to come in.

“Hi, Y/N, are you feeling better?” She says to you as you sit down.

“I wasn’t really sick last week.”

“Oh?”

“I just didn’t feel like coming in and talking.”

“Well, that’s alright. Do you feel like you don’t need weekly appointments anymore?”

“No.” You sigh. “I definitely still need weekly appointments. I’ve been sort of depressed, and I’ve been trying to repress all of it.”

“What are you depressed about?”

“I don’t know…could be my seasonal thing. Harry and I have had sex from behind a couple times and I’ve had some bad flashes. I kept it to myself, but I told him about it…so I’m a little better. I was just feeling really low for some reason. I don’t know if it was because I was keeping something like that to myself, so I was just making it worse?”

“Why do you think you kept it to yourself?”

“Because I didn’t want him to worry, or treat me differently. I could tell he was really enjoying it, which made me enjoy it too…”

“You don’t have to put yourself through anything just because you know he wants it a certain way.”

“I know that, and he’s said the same thing to me.”

“So why try to force it?”

“Because I just want to be able to do things!”

“And you will, but not if you force yourself before you’re ready. I mean look at you, you look depressed.”

“I’m feeling better.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been sleeping just fine, getting up early, going to the gym.”

“Are you fatigued?”

“A little.” You sigh. “I’m going to Aruba in April…Harry and I got into a fight about it.”

“Why? Isn’t that a family trip?”

“Yeah, he was upset because he had just gotten back from a work thing in Florida, and he felt like I wanted to get away from him by bringing up my own trip. He really missed me. I missed him too, but he like really missed me.” You pause for a moment as she nods along. “He felt really bad for leaving because we were supposed to have the week off together to move. I told him it was no big deal, it really wasn’t. I honestly didn’t care, it was out of my control.”

“You usually like being the one in control.”

“On a person to person basis, yeah. But something like this, a bigger picture thing, like there’s literally nothing either of us could do, so it was whatever.” You shrug. “I don’t think he handles being out of control very well. I think once there’s a plan in place he gets really upset when it changes drastically.”

“Do you think that’s why he was upset when you brought up Aruba?”

“I think his family is supposed to come here for Easter, and he hasn’t truly accepted that I won’t be around for it. I don’t think he fully understands the relationship I have with my Nannie, even though he’s seen me absolutely sob over her…I hate it when we fight. We fight over the stupidest fucking things. We were in a restaurant over the weekend and he threw my fucking degree in communication in my face! Can you believe that?! And then when we got home he put on this big show of making it known he was going to sleep on the sofa. Good! I sure as hell wasn’t going to tell him not to. An hour later he comes back in and starts yelling at me. So we talk some shit through. I mean, he drives me crazy sometimes. I know I’m not the easiest person sometimes, but Jesus neither is he.”

“Do you want to break up with him?”

“What?! God, no. I love him too much. The thought’s never even crossed my mind.” You sigh. “We had sex after our fight, it was good, but I got really emotional. It wasn’t like we had made love, it was almost angrier than that. Like a hate fuck or something. Only I was in control the entire time, all of it was coming from me.”

“Maybe you hadn’t resolved everything like you thought you had when you talked.”

“But I don’t want to have angry sex with him. Sure, a little rough is okay, but not angry. That shit doesn’t solve anything. It sure as hell didn’t make me feel better after.” You cross your arms and look away. “The next day I didn’t get out of bed until nearly one in the afternoon. I knew he was worried. I went to take a shower and he told me he needed to go to Niall’s for something. I know he went there to talk about me, why else would he have slipped out like that?”

“What do you think they would have talked about?”

“Why I was acting the way I was, I’m sure. I don’t like that it feels like I’m not allowed to not be okay. I can’t be okay all the time. Besides that, Sarah was with them and she texted me.”

“How did that make you feel?”

“Incredibly annoyed, but she told me what they talked about…I chose to just let it go.”

“What did they talk about?”

“Every depressive episode I’ve ever had. It was like a fucking team of doctors or some shit.”

“Y/N, we’ve talked about this before, but do you think you’d like to try going on some kind of medication? We could start you on a very low dosage-“

“No…that’s like a last resort. That stuff just fucks with your mood.”

“There are some side effects sure, but-“

“I said no.” You both look at each other for a moment. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. So you know Harry went over there to get some information on you, and you chose not to freak out about it. Very different from a couple months ago.”

“I honestly just didn’t have the strength or energy to fight with him again. Now he knows these things about me. Awesome, I really don’t care.”

“But you do care. You look pissed.”

“Of course I’m pissed! How would you feel if three people who were really close to you had a conference to talk about every time you’ve ever been sad? It’s embarrassing. You think I like getting like that? I’d say it’s the only thing about living with someone I don’t like. They can see every time you’re vulnerable.” You groan. “And I lied to Niall last week. I told him I came to see you, and Harry had to have told him I lied.”

“Are you going to talk to him about it?”

“I don’t know. It’s sort of a moot point now…but now who knows if either will believe me when I come here.”

“Niall’s opinion of you really matters, doesn’t it?”

“We love each other, I don’t want him looking at me differently because I fibbed one time.”

“How does Harry feel about the way you and Niall love each other?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes he cares and sometimes he doesn’t. He gets jealous really easily. But he’s just a clingy, needy, guy.”

“Does that bother you?”

“Not at all…until it starts some shit. I think it’s cute he wants me all to himself. God, you don’t think we’re toxic do you?”

“No…but you two need some boundaries set. He shouldn’t get upset with you because you’re going on a trip with your family. But you’re not off the hook either. I know how you can be. You need to cut him some slack once in a while too. He’s not a mind reader, remember?”

“But I’m not one either.”

“Exactly. So, instead of biting each other’s heads off, just try communicating more clearly. If you notice him act a certain way, don’t just call him out on it. Take a step back and think about why he may be acting that way, and go at it from another angle. I know you do that work, bring it home with you.”

//

As you drove home from your appointment, you knew she was right. She was always right. The doorman greets you as you go inside, and you check your little mailbox just in case Harry hadn’t. You say hello to the desk attendant, Michael, as you head up to the elevator. You had gotten to know Michael well during the week of moving.

You key into your place. Harry was up in the loft working. You go right for the kitchen since you were starving. You take out the leftovers from last night, put some in a bowl, and heat it up. Harry comes into the kitchen to greet you.

“Barely heard ya come in.” He kisses you on the cheek. “How was it?”

“Annoying.” You say under your breath.

“Hm?”

“Good, it was good. Actually, it exhausted me.” Your mood had soured. “I just wanna chill out and watch Chopped.” The microwave goes off and you take your food out.

“Why was it exhausting?”

“Um…I told her about what happened over the weekend.” You say taking a bite of food.

“Oh.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Would you, um, like some time to yourself?” You smile at him.

“That would be kind of nice, actually.”

“Alright, I’ll just be upstairs.”

“Thanks, Harry.”

After you eat, you change into some of Harry’s sweats, and plop down on the sofa. You turn the TV on so you can watch Chopped. After the two episodes, and some time to yourself, you looked up towards the loft. You get up from the sofa and climb the spiral staircase. Harry had his headphones in and he was playing a video game. He pauses it when he sees you. You crawl right into his lap and wrap your arms around his shoulders, nuzzling your face into his neck. He wraps his arms around you as well and rubs your back.

“My sweet girl.” He coos.

“Miss you.” You nuzzle into him more. “Can we go cuddle in bed?”

“Mhm.”

You stand to get off him, and you both go down the stairs. You both go through your routines and get into bed.

“Harry, can I just lay on you for a bit?”

“Course, love.”

You shift and lay completely on top of him. Head resting on his chest, and legs on either side of his. His hands move up under your shirt just to rub your back. You sigh happily.

“So soft.” He coos. You smile against his chest.

“Harry?”

“Yes, love?”

“I love you more than anything, I hope you know that.”

“I do. I love you too.” He holds you a little tighter to him.

You fell asleep on top of him. He didn’t mind. He actually really liked when you were needy for a change. You were his sweet little angel.

[minxiebutt]

day one: distension. featuring erurimike. 305 words.

Erwin brings home a little rat and at first, Mike don’t want shit to do with it. But he gets a good view of what Erwin’s cock does in his throat and soon, Mike can’t find a reason not to let Levi in, even just a lil’ bit. He don’t start by puttin’ his dick down the man’s throat. No, he starts by pettin’ him.

Levi got a certain way of being abrasive like a self-defense mechanism, but when Mike gets his massive hands on that undercut, the tiny noirette lets his head fall back, lets his eyes close, and Mike swears he can hear him fuckin’ purring and shit. When the three of ‘em are all tucked up in bed with wind and snow outside, when Levi’s a warm bundle beside him, Mike’ll loop his arms around the man’s shoulders and coax him up onto a bare chest, feelin’ that skin on skin goodness. Levi’ll sometimes wake up that way, his drool poolin’ between Mike’s pecs.

It ain’t Mike that makes the first proposal. He comes in on Erwin fucking Levi’s brains out all over the kitchen counters and Erwin grits between edged teeth, “Levi, suck his cock.”

Mike ain’t even hard yet when Levi’s shakin’ fingers is fiddlin’ with his belt and gulping down a half-chub. Ain’t take long though for Mike to watch the way his glans bulges out on the down stroke.

And when Erwin hoists Levi up by the armpits and sits him on Mike’s cock? Mike gotta groan to keep from cummin’ like a teenager, eyes glued to the distended belly where his cock pushes out the muscles of a trim lil’ waist. Lord, he ain’t never had the pleasure of bulging through his partner like his cock is too big to fit– he could get used to this.

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ooc: Enemies and Allies- Chapter 8

((We’re on a quick roll now that I have a plot that’s not just character development lol

Chapter 8

Blackwatch operatives used code-names in the field. Crassus’ was Overseer because as a sniper primarily, he tended to hang back. To oversee the whole of the battlefield so he could act tactically on-the-go as the situation called for it. The Blackwatch called Mav Mayhem because six grenades in the span of half an hour- while certainly effective- was excessive. His wild laugh rang through the comms with every boom and Crassus grit his teeth together as the reverb shook his cover.

Geth limbs and servos and whatever else it was that had the machines up and moving with continuous deadly purpose were now just bits of metal and wiring scattered to the winds. Mav had told him they’d only face a handful or two units of the bastards, give the Alliance soldiers a little back up and then be on their way. When they’d touched down on this outpost though it hadn’t been near that simple. The Alliance soldiers were dead or had simply retreated with no word left behind and the Geth numbered near to fifty. Or they had before Mav had planted himself behind an outcropping of rocks and started lobbing grenades one by one.

Crassus covered his head with one arm as the scaffolding above him groaned and shifted. A few large pebbles bounced off his helmet and he cursed hotly. “Six is enough!”

Mav’s laugh echoed in his ears. “That was lucky number seven, big guy!”

And just like that, the area was quiet. Crassus scanned around with his scope as Mav left his cover to explore. There were Geth pieces everywhere, the grenades had seen to that, and some of them twitched sporadically before going still again. The death-throe similar movements had Crassus’ mandibles tight to his face and his stomach in a knot. Geth were borderline sentient but they were still only machines and machines didn’t feel pain: they shouldn’t be twitching like that.

“I’m callin’ this in to Command,” Mav said. “They need to know the Alliance up and left and just how many of these fuckin’ Geth were kickin’ ‘round.”

Crassus hummed an agreement, avidly watching the fingers of a disembodied arm as they  spasmed. It made his plating crawl and he turned away from it, his eyes roving across the high rock walls of the canyon and all the embedded and stationary construction equipment. He guessed the Alliance had hoped to build a real outpost here but they had only just started to before the Geth had arrived. He spotted an eezo powered crane at the top of the canyon, dormant for the moment but he could imagine the hum of the machine when it powered up. They had been common on Invictus and if he remembered correctly, it had been one of the machines to inspire Taren into engineering…

Mav paced by in front of him. “I can’t get a damn signal,” He snarled.

“The Geth probably planted a jammer somewhere.”

“Them or the Alliance-”

The glint of metal registered in the corner of Crassus’ eye. He turned and lifted his rifle without thinking, muscle memory and something like instinct. At the top of that eezo crane he saw the Geth sniper through the scope and he squeezed the trigger twice. His rifle kicked hard against his shoulder but Crassus didn’t lose his stance, watching and waiting… He saw the Geth fall and lowered his rifle.

“I bet the jammer is by that crane,” He told Mav. “High ground, a defensible position and a sniper to protect it. I’d place it under the machine.”

Mav didn’t reply. Crassus turned toward him with a question on his tongue and saw the smaller turian sprawled on his back on the ground. The Geth sniper had gotten him in the split second before Crassus had returned fire. He couldn’t believe it… Spirits, what was he supposed to do? Obviously he’d contact Command and tell them but, Mav… He blinked several times and almost jumped clean out of his armor when Mav lifted his head off the ground and rolled slowly to his feet.

“By the Spirits!”

“I can’t hear a damn thing you’re sayin’, my fuckin’ ears are ringin’ so damned loud.” Mav growled, brushing himself off. “Dunno if you can hear me either actually.”

Crassus reached him in half a step and grabbed the front of Mav’s chest armor, holding tightly to it as he looked the smaller turian over. At the same time, Mav reached up under his jaw and unclasped his helmet to pull it off.

“Fuck, look at that.” Mav pointed to the streak of embedded debris that peeled away the matte black finish of his helmet along the side of it. The Geth’s bullet had only grazed him but it had done enough to send him to the ground and knock out his comms. “I reckon that might legitimately be the closet I’ve gotten.”

Crassus stared at him. “...Really?”

Mav hung the helmet off his belt and shrugged. “Maybe so. I dunno. Lotta folks try to kill me.” He stretched. “What were you sayin’ while I was makin’ sure my head was attached?”

He blinked at Mav again, his mandibles working along his jaw inside his own helmet. A half centimeter in either direction and…  Sometimes he genuinely didn’t know if he wanted to shake Mav or strangle him. “You’re welcome,” He said tightly. “I said if the Geth installed a jammer, the best spot for it would be under that crane.”

The smaller turian looked up at the canyon walls and sighed. “You feel like takin’ a climb up there?”

…

An hour later after they’d climbed up an almost straight incline, Crassus bent forward with his hands on his knees and huffed as he tried to catch his breath. Mav was doing the same next to him.

“I hate this Spirits forsaken place,” He panted. “My fuckin’ head is poundin’, I’ve got sweat poolin’ in my boots and these fuckin’ humans can’t even build proper fuckin’ stairs. And it smells like fuckin’ decomp up here!”

Crassus straightened up and his mandibles flared widely. “That’s because there are bodies up here.”

“...Ah for fuck’s sake.” Mav spat on the ground.

They’d found the Alliance soldiers and even more dismantled Geth. Along with scattered pools of dried blood and what could almost be called a swarm of insects. Mav strode past him with a hand over his mouth and nose, giving bodies a poke with his foot as he went. Crassus followed him more sedately, respectful of the dead even if they weren’t his own species.

“Fuck, I feel bad sayin’ shit ‘bout the stairs now.” Mav muttered. “This ain’t no way to die. Look at this mess.”

“I’d rather not.” Crassus muttered. The Geth had torn them apart and literally in a few cases.

Mav loitered by the operating cab of the crane, running his hand back and forth over his fringe. “Yeah, fair ‘nough I reckon. Shit.” He said. “Alright. I’m gonna wiggle my way in under the crane and see if I can’t find that damn jammer. You just don’t let nothin’ else shoot at me.”

Crassus nodded his head and pulled his rifle down into his hands again. The smaller turian muttered a few more things to himself as he got down on his belly and did indeed wiggle in under the crane, his feet kicking against the dirt until he was out of sight. That he could fit beneath it in his heavy armor was a testament to how small he was. Crassus paced a tight loop around it, his head tilted as he listened to every sound… The buzz of those insects, the creak in the joins of his armor as he sifted, Mav displacing dirt and rocks and whatever else beneath the crane… A footstep not his own. Crassus stopped pacing. The insects had gone silent.

“Mav,” He called. “I think you should forget about the jammer. We need to leave.”

“In a sec, big guy!” He yelled.

Crassus’ every instinct in the seconds that followed told him to run and he marched over to the crane, knelt and reached under. He found Mav’s ankle and wrapped his hand around it, Mav cursed and kicked at him.

“Spirits! You scared the shit outta me!” He snarled.

“Shut up and put your head down so I can pull you out.” Crassus snapped back at him.

“Let me the fuck go.”

“Yes. You should let him go.” There was a click and a whir sound and Crassus stilled even his breathing.