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HOW i slept with your father | r.c.

Pairing: (older)Bestfriend's Dad Rafe! x Fem!reader

Summary: In which you tell your best friend how you accidentally slept with her father...oops.

Warnings: 18+ Semi-smut (protected p in v) (smut showed through flashback), age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Rafe is in his early forties), cursing, ocs, unrealistic reactions?, hints at Rafe being a fuckboy, I also can't tell if Rafe preyed on reader (you decide for yourself)

A/N: This story is really just reader telling her best friend about her night with Rafe, lmk if you want an actual smutty fic with bestfriend dad Rafe (heart emoticon)

Word count: 1.6k

"Maribella, I had sex with your Father."

There, you said it. Your guilty conscience has been cleared. Your mind has been restored, and you can stop thinking about how much of a terrible friend you are because you're really not. You told the truth.

It's like that old stupid proverb, something about the truth setting you free or you setting the truth free, something like that.

There had been a moment of silence. A moment in which Maribella had slowly turned around from her lowboy vanity, half of her face the color of rose red from the blush powder she'd been frantically beating on her cheeks--you two were going out tonight. 

In that moment of silence, you glanced at the ticking clock up on Maribella's wall. It was 8:50 pm, and the boys-- the ones you and Maribella met on the beach that evening, were supposed to pick you both up in thirty minutes. 

"Gross." Maribella mumbles, returning to her vanity mirror and continuing to powder her cheeks. "You aren't going to be my new stepmother now, are you?" She says. 

You looked at the framed photo on Marbella's vanity--the photo of a smallish Maribella with chubby cheeks and missing baby teeth sandwiched between a very young Mr. Cameron and Maribella's Late mother (She wasn't dead, just not in Maribella's life after the divorce). 

You think to yourself how much of a resemblance your friend shares with her father--the same cerulean-colored eyes and dusky blond hair--you remember thinking this that night in which you fucked Mr. Cameron. 

You remember having to close your eyes shut while his girthy length pile drove into you during missionary, but Rafe had insisted on keeping your eyes open, or he wouldn't have let you cum that time. "Eyes on me, baby." he said, lightly tapping your cheek.

"No, not if you don't want me to." you said.

Maribella hums.

"To make it even, you can sleep with my father." you suggested, which cause Maribella to scrunch up her face in her backwards reflection.

"Your father's gross and old." She says. "and besides, isn't he still with that women?"

"My mother? Yes."

You watch from your spot on Maribella's bed as she gets up from her vanity and enters her walk-in closet.

"At least I get the appeal with my father." She shouts from the other room.

Minutes later, Maribella emerges from her closet, no longer in her silk bathrobe but in a simple white slip dress. 

"How do I look?" she asks you.

"Cute." you tell her.

She hums again, being satisfied with your response. Then, Maribella goes back to her vanity to continue doing her makeup.

"So, tell me." She says. "Tell me how'd you fucked my dad."

You shrug. "It just happened one time." and many other times afterward.

"Y'know." Maribella turns around excitedly. "Out of all the women my dad has slept with, you're the first one I ever gotten to talk to about it, so what was he like?"

Now it was your turn to scrunch up your face in disgust. "Maribella, this is gross. I'm not going to tell you how your dad fucks in bed."

"No fair." she whines. "I tell you about all the guys I've slept with."

You raise your eyebrow, to be fair she had a point.

"Let's just pretend my dad isn't my dad or Mr. Cameron; he's just Rafe, some stupid boy you fucked; now tell me everything."

Rafe was just some stupid guy you had fucked, but he wasn't a boy; he was all man--which is what had you enamored by him--it was either that or he was the first guy actually to tend to the needs of being wanted that had you so enamored by him.

 Unlike other guys you had been with, Rafe was attentive and considerate, making sure to meet your needs and desires. That's what made him stand out and had you so enamored.

This is why you kept coming back.

It was the night of Maribella's 21st birthday party. In your retellings of the story, you failed to mention how Rafe had kept staring at you that night. Every time you encountered each other, his eyes would first wander to your lips and then linger on your breast--which was practically spilling out the top of your corset. And each time you labeled him "Mr. Cameron," he would insist on you calling him "Rafe" because you were no longer a child. 

And it was liberating that Rafe did not see you as a child anymore, now seeing you for who you are: an adult woman. 

You also failed to mention when you spotted Rafe and his then-date, some black-haired women equally his age, arguing on the upstairs deck of Tanny Hill.

You didn't tell Maribella that you overheard Rafe's date yell at him: "Don't call me the next time you're horny, call Mrs. Young Pussy instead." Before storming out.

You kept in how Rafe had called you Beautiful that night, you didn't keep in how much that made you blush, after Maribella had said "Gross."

You exaggerated how much you had drunk that night to make it seem like a blackout drunk story—was it 10 shots? 20? You've forgotten, you told Maribella.

You told Maribella how after you and Rafe carried a shit-fazed Maribella to her bedroom, Rafe told her you didn't have to go home as the rest of the guests did; you could stay.

"You're always welcomed to stay" His exact words.  

You also left out that moment in which you and Rafe shared in the kitchen sharing a bottle of wine, in which you confronted him about his date leaving mad, and in his exact words:

"Women my age are just so uptight."

And though you hadn't quite understood what he meant, you nodded anyway.

He then says: "I'm sure you can understand that, but in reverse, with men your age."

"Men my age are stupid and don't know what they want." you responded.

"That's a shame." Rafe had told you. "Because I know what I want."

And you knew it wasn't the weed you smoked earlier or the few sips of red wine you were having that altered your perception to make you think Rafe was getting closer to him; Rafe was getting closer to you. 

By the end of the conversation, Rafe was no longer on the opposite side of the kitchen island; he was now standing beside you, the skin of his elbow touching yours. 

Your breathing had become uneven as Rafe's gaze remained steadfastly locked with yours, but you deliberately avoided meeting his eyes, for this was your best friend's father.

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to think of a way to break the silence. You took a deep breath and forced yourself to look into the intense blue of Rafe's eyes.

You didn't tell Maribella when you told Rafe that you weren't uptight, which was a quip to his response about knowing what he wants. And then he kissed you.     

The kiss took both of you by surprise, but it was undeniable that there was a spark between you. As your lips met, time seemed to stand still, and in that moment, you knew that this was the beginning of something extraordinary.

"And then we had sex." you concluded to Maribella.

Sex would be an understatement, you fucked.

Rafe had placed pecks on every inch of your body as he carried you into his bedroom, a room that was always off-limits when you and Maribella used to play with each other growing up. 

You were too enamored by Rafe's bergamot scent and how he kept calling you beautiful with each peck to your flesh to examine his room and hypothesize why this room of all rooms was once off limits. 

You were too overwhelmed when you felt his large muscular hands tear your clothes off your body to notice the picture of Maribella sitting on Rafe's bed side table.

You were too overcome with lust and craving when Rafe requested that you retrieve a condom from his nightstand, where you intentionally dislodged the photograph of Maribella.

Out of sight out of mine.

As Rafe carefully rolled the condom down his reddening shaft, you feigned an air of eager anticipation, so much so that you almost missed when Rafe remarked:

"You have no idea how long I've been longing for this moment."

Right then, without a warning, Rafe plunged himself deep inside of you like no man has ever done before. 

Your eyes widened, and your mouth formed the shape of an 'o' as you felt his thick cock split your cunt open, kiss your cervix, and sheath deep inside your belly. 

You counted the number of times Rafe said your pussy was tight; it was a number of 10.

At this point, Maribella no longer sat at her vanity and was now sitting beside you on her bed. 

"Oh, lame." She says. "So it was just a drunken mistake, a one-night stand kind of thing?"

You hummed. This reminds you that you should cut things off with Rafe since Maribella knows now. 

Right then in the moment Maribella's phone dings.

"The boys are here." She says. "You ready?"

And as you and Maribella walked down the spiral staircase of Tanny Hill, your friend told you:

"Now that I think of it, I'm not that pissed that you slept with my dad; as I said, I get it: he's rich, and he's good-looking for his age; what other qualities do you need in a man?"

In which you hummed again.

"Now if this was a recurring thing, that's a whole other story--Oh! hi Daddy."

As you and Maribelle descended to the base of the stairs, you were greeted by Rafe.

Rafe looked at you first before greeting his daughter.

You made an effort to maintain eye contact with him, despite his patronizing gaze, resisting the temptation to steal glances at him in his form-fitting shirt that accentuated his muscular physique.

You focused on maintaining a calm and composed demeanor, refusing to let his condescension affect you. Instead, you redirected your attention to the conversation at hand.

"Where are you girls headed?" He asks, addressing no one in particular.

"We're going out," Maribella says, sensing the tension and tugging your wrist towards the door.

"Don't wait up for me; we'll be out all night," Maribella said, Rafe's eyes never leaving yours as you and Maribella exited the door.

The boys you'd met earlier—Steven and Conrad, you think their names were—were parked outside Tanny Hill, blasting some obnoxious music from their car speakers.

"Oh wait, I think I forgot something," you tell Maribella as you approach the car. 

You don't wait for Maribella's approval before jogging back inside her house, where her father awaited you behind the front door with a sly smirk on his lips.

"I knew you couldn't resist telling me a goodbye," he remarked, just as the two of you leaned in for a messy, passionate kiss.

Knowing you were pressed for time, you were the one to break the kiss. 

'Same time again tomorrow night?' he asks, his voice filled with a mix of hope and desire as he wipes away the remnants of your shared moment. 

"Same time." you reassured.

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

A tommy idea: he hires us to help take care of his kids when they’re home but he soon realizes that he likes us more and more seeing how maternal we are with them. He’s constantly checking us out, when we bend over he’s always accidentally bedons us, good girl girl and praising us for doing well taking care of them, and the idea of us carrying his next baby also turns him on so much

oh my goddddd!! this turned out pretty short cause I wrote it in my car on break from work 😭 but I just had to do this concept pronto

warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, slightly dubious consent (tommy is a little... pushy), age gap (not specified, everybody's grown), breeding kink

You were bouncing the little one on your hip when he came in; you gestured to the older child, already asleep, as a reminder to Thomas to speak softly so she wouldn't wake.

He approached you slowly, waving a quick hello to the baby but otherwise just watching him slowly shut his eyes as he drifted off.

"The children adore you," he noticed, smiling proudly, "as do I."

"I adore them," you returned, "and I'm... thankful you hired me to care for them."

You felt his gaze on you as you gently laid the baby in his crib, feeling a little strange about him standing so close behind you while you were bent over. "Don't you ever want any of your own?" he asked, lowering his voice a bit. "You'd make a lovely mother..."

He trailed off for a moment, his fingers brushing over your back through your dress, making your breath catch.

"...and such a sweet little wife, too," he added with a slow breath. You shuddered, turning to face him and completely intending to tell him how inappropriate this was, but the look in his eyes shut you up in a second.

"M-Mr. Shelby..." you mumbled, blinking up at him as he stepped closer again, nearly pressing his body to yours-- you tried to step back but only found yourself pressed against the crib.

"Well?" he pressed. "Don't you want children?"

"M-maybe someday," you answered nervously, struggling to keep your attention on the conversation when he rubbed your arm through your sleeve. "But I think I'm still too young--"

He knit his brows together, shaking his head. "Oh, no-- you're the perfect age for it, darling..."

You swallowed thickly, his fingers running gently over your jaw and lifting your chin so he could get a better look at your nervous, confused expression.

"You should have one," he decided suddenly, "and I should have another."

You opened your mouth to disagree, but nothing really came out... instead, he just pulled you into a kiss: slow, gentle, patient. You knew Tommy could be a volatile man, even violent, but you'd never known he could be so tender.

Of course, it didn't last long. He was anything but slow or gentle or patient when he had you in his bedroom, pressed up against the wall as he drove into you mercilessly, holding your legs open as he grunted with each rough thrust into your heat. "Good girl," he growled as your head fell back with a sigh of pleasure, "look how well you take it. I knew you needed a baby in you, darling-- as soon as I saw you, I knew. This body of yours just begging to be bred..."

You whined and bit your lip, but a hard thrust that went just a bit too deep made you yelp loudly-- and his hand quickly snapped over your mouth, muffling your noises as he panted in your ear.

"Shh, not so loud," he warned, "you don't want to wake the baby..."

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Summary: Bradley hasn’t gotten any action with his wife. They didn’t have kids, not because of their jobs, but because she just didn’t want to anymore. Bradley had a very high sex drive, and his maid that his wife hired might just give him a memory refresh of how good sex is.

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stripper!reader x rafe

it was bad. security wasn’t watching like they were supposed to. rafe was in a meeting at the club. you were left with an old man that didn’t understand the rules. you were left on the floor, you had bruises littering your body. rafe comes out of his meeting with a smile on his face, ready to see his favorite girl.

his smile drops seeing you on the floor of his club. curled up next to the couch, hugging your body. “baby,” he says with concern as he is at your side in an instant. you flinch away from him at first. but you realize it’s him, your boy. his musky scent relaxes your body. “oh rafe.” you cry out as you wrap your arms around his neck. his large hand is at your back and he lifts you up easily in his arms. you tune everything out as rafe makes hushed conversation with the workers.

the music gets shut off and everyone is gone within the next five minutes. “rafe, what did you do?” you ask as he lays you down on the couch. “wanna tell me what happened, princess?” he asks you and you shake your head. rafe nods and sits down on the couch and you crawl into his lap. rafe pulls a blanket from nowhere and wraps the blanket around your almost naked body. “not gonna be a stripper anymore, gonna take care of you. my baby.” rafe says and kisses your head.

This Can’t Be The End Pt. 4

Nick Stokes X Reader

Imagine on my fandom Instagram?: No  

Prompt or Request or Requested Prompt?: No

Style of Writing: Series 

Rating: PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but more adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,812

Post Date & Time: August 4th 2024 at 11: 44 PM

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Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}.  

Summary: Based off of S5 Es24 & 25 When Nick gets kidnapped, the reader is forced to fear the worst for her husband as she and the team work the case with hopes of bringing him home safe. 

Y/n’s Pov:

My eyes shoot open and I immediately sit up. I frown when I see where I am, not fully remembering how I got here. Thinking over where I remember being last, I deduce that Warrick must have brought me in here after I fell asleep. 

“Did you hear they thought they found Nick only for it to actually be a dog?” Isadora, one of the other team members, asks as she leans into another from her team. 

“No. What kind of dog was it?” Marcela questions in an interested tone as they keep talking like they don’t know I’m here. 

“It was a Dalmatian. I hear Warrick's going over the box now,” Isadora continues on and I just listen as carefully as I can. 

“Did the dog survive?” Marcela asks and Isadora shakes her head. 

“Awe, that's sad. Poor dog. People are so cruel nowadays,” Marcela croons and Isadora nods. 

“Yeah. Apparently Warrick lost it,” Marcela comments as she takes a sip of her drink and Isadora shrugs. 

“I mean, can you blame him? That’s his team member out there,” Isadora comments back. 

“Yeah, his sexy team mate,” Marcela adds on with a bounce of her eyebrows and I roll my eyes. 

“Marcela, dear. He’s married,” Isadora tells her with a raised eyebrow and small chuckle of amusement. 

“Doesn’t mean I can’t like him from afar,” Marcela comments with a shrug and Isadora laughs. 

“I’m pretty sure it means that you can’t, but what about Warrick? He’s pretty hot too,” Isadora asks and Marcela waves her off. 

“He's married too, remember? Not to mention he’s got a temper. Guys with tempers aren’t always good to have around,” Marcela explains and I roll my eyes again. 

Finally I can’t take it anymore, not wanting to hear people gossip about how hot my husband or brother figure is when Nick’s out there somewhere, fighting to come home to me. I push myself up off the couch and hear gasps, making me turn to look at the two women before me. They each give me sorrowful yet horrified looks. 

“Oh my gosh. Y/n, we are so sorry. We didn’t know you were there,” Isadora apologizes and I shrug ‘as if that makes it better that you were just gossiping about me… and the people who matter most to me,’ I think as I hold back a roll of my eyes. 

“It’s fine, really. Uhh, I’m going to find Warrick. Do you know what lab he’s in?” I ask, starting to fidget as an uncomfortable feeling washes over me. 

“Oh, yeah. I think I heard he’s in lab 345,” Isadora answers me and I nod. 

“Thanks. I’ll, uhh, see you girls around,” I reply as I give them a small wave before turning and leaving in search of Warrick. 

For the millionth time in the last few days I find myself walking down all the many hallways again. I walk past every lab as I look for the one that Warrick supposedly is in. I pass each lab and look at each number of labs before coming to a stop in front of 345. 

When I come to a stop I see Warrick inside working on a big clear plexiglass box. With a sigh, I open the door and walk in as he continues to work. I watch him for a few minutes as he picks a few parts up and inspects them. 

After a few minutes, I walk over to him and hug him from behind. He tenses for a moment before turning around and hugging me back. 

“What’s up, mamas?” he asks and I blink back a few tears. 

“I overheard a few of the others talking about what happened while I was asleep. They told me where you were and I came to find you,” I tell him and he sighs, nodding. 

“I swear I came to tell you after it happened, but you finally looked semi-peaceful. You needed the sleep,” he explains and I nod my understanding. 

“Don’t worry, B, I get it. Really. I do,” I promise him and he lets out a puff of air. 

“Good. I thought you were going to be mad at me,” he comments and I purse my lips. 

“Now doesn’t really feel like the time for anger,” I whisper out and he chuckles. 

“Only you. Y/n. Only you. You get angry once, then never again even when you’re going through something bad,” he replies in astonishment and I shrug. 

“Mind if I keep you company while you finish this up? It’s a lot better than hearing all the gossip about my husband,” I try to playfully joke, but it comes out sounding more half-hearted than anything and he sighs. 

“You want me to go tell em’ what for?” he asks and I pause. 

“As nice as that sounds… I’d rather you be here working on trying to find Nicky,” I reply and he smiles softly as I sit down. 

“In that case, hang out here all you want, mamas,” he agrees and I give him a soft thankful smile before he turns around to get back to work. 

He picks over what seems to be the fan that would supply the air once again before taking it apart. He puts down the tube that was connected to it before picking up his flashlight and looking down the opening of the fan itself. Then he takes the tube off of where it’s connected to the box and looks through the hole that was left from removing it. 

“So I, ahh… heard you lost it out there,” I speak up as he moves around the box. 

“Uhh, yeah. You weren’t supposed to know that…” he tells me as he takes the grate off the other side of the hole. 

“It’s ok, you know? It’s ok you lost it,” I sympathize with him as he continues to look over the area of the box. 

“No. It’s not ok. It took time off from finding Nick. I should’ve kept my head level,” he plays it off and I shake my head. 

“Rick. He’s like family to you just as much as he is family to me. It’s understandable that you'd lose it. I mean, I lost it on you earlier,” I again sympathize with him and he sighs as he continues to work on the box. 

“You didn’t exactly lose it, mamas. You got a little angry, there’s a difference,” he dismisses me again and I roll my eyes. 

“I bit your head off. There really isn’t a difference,” I pointedly tell him as I cross my arms and he nods. 

“Ok. Ok. You win,” he reluctantly agrees as he now grabs a battery and starts using the wires connected to the box, trying to see how they hook up. 

Once he has it hooked up, the light turns on as well as the fan. He looks over it as the meter he has connected to it counts up higher and higher. He picks up the fan and looks at it before looking at the meter. 

“Damn it,” he mutters as he puts the fan down with a sigh. 

“What?” I ask him and he pauses. 

“I think we need to find Catherine,” he says and I jump as he walks over to the phone. 

He stands there with the phone to his ear and he waits for her to answer. When she does, he talks to her for a moment before looking over at me and moving the speaker from his mouth. 

“Catherine wants you to go to the computer lab. Says Grissom needs you,” he tells me and I sigh before standing up. 

“I’m on my way,” I tell him as I pass him and he goes back to talking to her. 

Third Person Pov:

Gil, Archie and Sarah sit in the computer lab watching Nick, who now pulls out a recorder and holds it up to mouth to talk into it. Gil, who knows how to read lips, now decides to read Nick’s as he talks. 

“My name is Nick Stokes. If anyone… finds this tape, turn it in to the Las Vegas… PD. There should be a reward…” he starts and Gil watches with sad eyes as he sits up a bit more. 

“Mom. Sisko… y/n….” Gil reads Nick’s lips and decides to start writing what Nick is saying. 

“Hey Sara, would you call Catherine and have her send y/n here?” he asks her as he keeps his eyes focused on what Nick is saying.  

“Yeah. Ok,” Sara agrees as she picks up the phone and calls Catherine. 

“…well, this is a lousy way to say goodbye, but it’s all I got,” Nick continues on and Grissom keeps his eyes trained on the screen as he writes. 

“I love you. You raised me right… and I’m going to miss you,” Nick says into the recorder, getting choked up with every word. 

“Y/n. I’m so sorry I can’t be with you, sweetheart, and our future child. I love you most and I’ll miss you the most too. P… promise me you’ll go on that trip I promised you, even if I’m not there to take it with you. Promise me you’ll find someone to look after you…” Nick goes on saying his goodbyes, only getting more choked up and stuttering every few minutes. 

As he goes on, Grissom’s eyes widen at the mention of a child, but he quickly plays it off.

“As for the rest of you guys. I know you did the best you could to find me and get me home to my beautiful wife,” he continues on as Grissom continues to read his lips. 

“Grissom…” he starts and that’s when Grissom stops writing it down, focusing on what he’s saying to him. 

“No, you never did, Nick,” Grissom sighs as he replies to Nick out loud. 

He continues to watch as Nick cries, but soon he starts to freak out. Grissom watches carefully as confusion washes over him. 

“He’s going into convolutions. He’s losing it!” Sara comments just as y/n walks in. 

Y/n walks over to Grissom, who spares her a quick look before watching alongside her as Nick seems to be thrashing around. Y/n lets out a breath as she closes her eyes, not being able to watch it anymore. 

“What’s going on?!” Sara voices her exact thoughts as they continue to watch. 

“Wha…?” Grissom goes to ask, but pauses when he sees it. 

“Wait a minute…” he says in realization as he picks up his mouse to zoom in on Nick. 

“Ants…” Grissom confirms what he zooms in on, making y/n open her eyes. 

“My God, he’s being eaten alive,” Grissom observes as they all watch the ants in the box with him. 

Together they all watch in sadness as he withers around, just trying anything to get the ants away and not succeeding. He pulls a glove out of his pocket and uses it to stuff up his nose. 

“That’s it, Nicky… stay still… they won’t bite. As much,” Grissom proudly says before looking up at y/n. 

“I have something for you,” he tells the girl and she arches an eyebrow. 

He folds up the paper and hands it to her, making more confusion wash over her. He smiles softly and reassuringly at her. 

“These ants could help us find him, but in the meantime, I think you should hear what he had to say to you,” Grissom tells her as he sets a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 

“T…Thanks,” she whispers out as she takes the paper before turning to leave and head back to Warrick. 

“Oh and y/n. Congratulations,” he replies, making her turn around and look at him. 

He gives her a small knowing smile and she can’t help but to just smile back. She gives him a small ‘thank you,’ in response with a nod before fully turning and walking back to where she’d left Warrick. 

Y/n’s Pov: 

I start back to the lab Warrick is in before making a split second decision to go into the locker room instead. I quickly look around just to make sure I’m alone and when I find that I am I sigh as I take a seat on the bench. I hold the paper Grissom gave me and I go to open it, but pause. 

I take a deep breath before trying to open it again, but again I fail. Tears of frustration make their way to my face and I sigh as I try to hold them back. With one last puff of air, I open the paper to read over it. 

“My name is Nick Stokes. If anyone… finds this tape, turn it in to the Las Vegas… PD. There should be a reward…” is the first line I read and a gasp leaves my lips.

“Mom. Sisko… y/n….” Is the next line and a tear falls as I suck in a breath. 

I quickly close the paper for a moment as more and more tears build up. I take a moment to let my tears fall before reopening the paper and continuing on with sniffles. 

“…well, this is a lousy way to say goodbye, but it’s all I got,” I read and a choked sound leaves my throat as I put my other hand over my mouth. 

“I love you. You raised me right… and I’m going to miss you,” more tears fall as my lip starts to tremble and I take another pause before starting to read again. 

“Y/n. I’m so sorry I can’t be with you, sweetheart, and our future child. I love you most and I’ll miss you the most too. P… promise me you’ll go on that trip I promised you even if I’m not there to take it with you. Promise me you’ll find someone to look after you…” by the end I’m fully sobbing as I hold the paper close to my chest. 

I sit there for a good few minutes before sobering up and wiping at my face. I sigh softly before getting up from the bench and standing in front of my locker. I pause a moment as I look at Nick’s locker that Grissom so nicely assigned right next to mine on our first day.

I quickly shake my head and bite my lip before opening my locker. I set the note lightly on the shelf and stand frozen for a moment before closing it. With a very heavy breath, I open Nick’s locker. 

It’s then I let out another very harsh breath when I see the sonogram he has tucked under his jeans:

I read the top where Nick had nicely written out: baby Stokes 9 weeks with a small smiley face. I quickly slide it back under and close the locker. With another heavy sigh, I walk over to the sink and wash my face with cold water. 

“He’ll be home. He will be,” I whisper down to my stomach before standing straight again. 

I look myself over and sigh once more before walking out of the locker room. I walk back to where I had left Warrick and find Greg, Catherine, and Hodges in the room with him. 

“This has got to be a prototype. It was probably built to test how long he could keep somebody alive inside,” Catherine observes out loud as she walks around the box with her flashlight. 

“Hi, mamas. You doing ok?” Warrick asks me when he sees me come up next to him. 

I keep quiet with my arms wrapping themselves around my stomach and I shake my head. Warrick finally catches sight of my eyes and sighs before pulling me into his side. 

“Now, what are those?” Hodges questions as he bends down and points to something underneath the box, making Greg, who’s under it, pause to look at him. 

“I don’t know,” Greg replies and Hodges seems to understand that it was a stupid question as he stands up. 

“All right,” Warrick speaks up, getting all of our attention as he straightens up a bit, keeping me in a side hug. 

“Based on this battery and what’s running off of it,” Warrick starts to explain, but pauses for a moment as if thinking over how to explain it better while glancing at me as he hesitates. 

“And the fact that we kept the damn light on for as long as we did,” he continues to explain, pausing again as he takes in a big breath. 

“I figure Nick’s got another 90 minutes left in there,” he concludes and I take in a harsh breath as reality slowly starts to set in even more. 

It goes quiet for a moment, but Warrick lifts his arm with his watch and pulls it up past my face to set it with the hand he has around my neck still. He pulls it away and I see the watch says 1:30 on it. 

“So this is it… I’m going to lose my husband…” I whisper out before sinking to the floor, but Warrick quickly grabs hold of me, slowing me down so I don’t hurt myself. 

“No, no. We’re going to find him, mamas. I promised. When do I not keep my promises?” Warrick asks, but I don’t reply as I shake my head in denial and a million thoughts fly through my head. 

“Y/n. Hey. Y/n. It’s going to be okay!” Catherine shouts a bit and it’s only then I realize I’m having a panic attack. 

“Damn, she’s having a panic attack. Greg, go get some water, Hodges, go inform Grissom,” Catherine commands before she bends down in front of me. 

Both Greg and Hodges nod, eyes wide with worry before rushing out. Warrick now sits with my back against his side as I try to breathe. 

“Ok. Y/n. Honey, breath with me,” she commands me softly as she shows me how to breathe. 

“Ok. In… and out… just like that,” she couches me and my breath starts to slow down, but still not where it should be. 

“Ok. I’m going to have you do the five senses, ok?” she asks me softly and I nod at her. 

“Ok. What do you feel?” she questions and she holds up her hand for me. 

“I… I… I feel your hand a…a..and Warrick behind m…m…me,” I stutter out and she nods with a small smile. 

“Good. Good. Now what do you see?” she asks and I look around. 

“I see that evil b…b…box,” I tell her and she nods. 

“Ok… bad place to ask that. Let’s just move on. What do you hear?” she asks and I shake my head, closing my eyes. 

“I h…hear you and Warrick,” I tell her and she nods encouragingly when I reopen my eyes. 

“Ok. Now taste,” she inquires and my eyebrows knit together. 

“Umm, nothing. I haven’t eaten anything for a while,” I tell her in confusion and she just smiles at me. 

“Panic attack averted. Here, drink this,” she comments as she holds a water out to me and it’s only then I realize Greg had come back. 

“Thank you guys,” I tell them and they all smile softly at me. 

“Anytime y-” Catherine starts, but she gets cut off when Hodges comes rushing back in. 

Nick’s Pov:

♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas, 

when the locals take the town ♪

♪ Theresa hit a streak And laid her waitress apron down She’d been playing penny poker over at the old gold spike she’s won at Texas hold ‘em So she switched to let it ride ♪

I sing softly to myself to try and keep calm. Thinking of the lyrics rather than the situation I’m in and how much y/n must be scared. 

The singing doesn’t get my mind off of things for long and soon I find myself thinking of just getting home again. I think about just wanting to sit and watch a movie from the red box with y/n again. I’m soon pulled from my thoughts though when there’s a shifting sound. 

I grab another one of the glow sticks and pop it, making it come to life as the creaking noise gets louder. 

“Hey! I’m, in here!” I yell out as I hit the plexiglass in hopes that I’m being saved. 

“Hey!” I continue to yell, my voice cracking as I keep hitting the plexiglass. 

♪ It was Christmas in Las Vegas, 

when the locals take the town ♪

♪ Theresa hit a streak And laid her waitress apron down… ♪

I start to sing as loudly as I can again, but my breath slowly fails and my head falls back down as I realize nobody’s here. It’s only a few minutes later when a loud crack sound starts and I see the plexiglass start to crack slowly up the sides of the box. I keep the glow stick low as I breathe hard while watching it crack more and more. 

“Stop… no, no,” I whisper out as I put my hand up to the plexiglass. 

“Oh, my God,” I whisper out in fear the more it cracks with no signs of stopping. Soon dirt starts to break those and my feet are under a mountain of it.

Third Person Pov: 

Once the ant crawls farther into view Grissom hits the print button and as soon as the picture of the screen prints he’s ripping it off the printer. Gil quickly rushes to his office and looks through all the books he has. Soon he’s pulling one from the shelf and flips through it till it lands on the page he’s looking for. 

He pauses when he thinks he’s found it before picking up the screen shot to look at the ant again. 

“Solenopsis invicta,” Grissom says out loud to himself as he confirms what kind of ant it is. 

Y/n’s Pov: 

“Grissom’s got something. He wants us all in evidence meeting room 4 now,” he rushes out as he stands against the door frame, panting for air. 

“We’re on our way. Warrick, you got her?” Catherine asks as she looks behind me. 

“Yeah. Yeah. Go. We’ll meet you guys there,” he promises and she nods before reaching out for me. 

I grab her hand and she gives mine a firm squeeze. She gives a tight lipped smile before getting up and heading out of the lab. Greg bends down and puts a hand on my shoulder. 

“Hang in there, y/n. Nick’s coming home,” he tells me as he squeezes my shoulder before getting up to follow Hodges and Catherine. 

Warrick sits with me for a moment as I continue to just calm down. Once my breathing is fully back to normal, Warrick gets up. 

“Ok. Slowly. Slowly,” Warrick tells me as he helps me up alongside him. 

“Thank you, B…” I say when we’re both standing and I squeeze his forearm as I give him a light smile. 

“Anytime, mamas. You know that,” he tells me as he smiles back at me. 

I sigh and hold a hand to my head as I start to feel a little tired. Warrick chuckles lightly, making me look up at him in confusion. 

“Tired?” he asks me and I huff at his obvious jokeful tone. 

“I’m beat, but I’m not sleeping till Nick’s right next to me,” I answer his question and he smiles, shaking his head. 

“I wouldn’t have guessed or suggested anything else, mamas,” he tells me as he holds his hands up in surrender, making me finally laugh for the first time since all of this happened. 

“Oh please, you so would have,” I comment with a roll of my eyes and he chuckles. 

“Maybe I would have, maybe not. Come on. Let’s go find your husband,” he tells me and I smile up at him as he wraps an arm around my shoulder. 

Together we walk to meet up with everyone else in evidence room 4. They all rush around getting stuff ready and just Warrick and I walk in, Grissom rushes in. Warrick and I stand off to the side as he keeps his arm around me. 

“They’re fire ants, very rare in Nevada. They don’t like our soil. The only places you find them around Vegas are in plant and tree nurseries,” Grissom announces as he walks around the table to where Catherine is sitting at a computer. 

Warrick lets go of me before making me sit in the chair Catherine just abandoned. He starts to look at a stack of papers Catherine just printed and crosses off places not in the search grid. 

“There’s 11 nurseries in the greater Las Vegas area!” Catherine adds on what she found from a quick search. 

“Okay, I’ve got the webcam trace down to here,” Archie speaks next as he circles the area he narrowed it down to on the map and Warrick starts crossing things off his list. 

“And the data from the black box in Walter Gordon’s truck gave us a 23-mile travel radius,” Greg adds on as he too circles his findings on the map, making the circles overlap ever so slightly. 

“Okay, I’ve got two nurseries within the overlap area. Here! And here!” Warrick announces as he walks up to the table and draws two x’s over the spots. 

“Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait. Kelly Gordon, the daughter, worked with plants,” Sara explains and we all look at her.

“Hold on. Hold on,” Sara says before she rushes out of the room, making us all wait about a minute before she comes running back in with a file in her hand. 

“Hey guys, Nick is here,” she says as she points to the x on the left that Warrick had drawn. 

“Well, pack up everyone, let’s go! I’ll call the owner and talk to him on the way,” Grissom exclaims and I jump up as everyone starts rushing out of the room. 

“Hey. Maybe you should stay here,” Warrick tells me and I immediately shake my head. 

“If you think for one minute that I’m sitting back here while you all go find my husband, you're dead wrong, B,” I reply and he sighs as he pinches the bridge of his nose. 

“Mama, we don’t know what-” he starts but gets cut off. 

“Let her come, Warrick. She’s allowed to,” Grissom interrupts with a soft smile my way. 

“What! But-” Warrick starts, but stops when Grissom just nods at him. 

“Ok… fine. At least wear your vest? Just in case,” Warrick tells me and I nod at him. 

“If it’ll make you feel better for me too, I will. I’ll meet you at your car,” I promise him with a firm nod before rushing off to the locker room. 

Once in the locker room, I come to stop in front of my locker and quickly open it. I grab my vest out before slamming it shut once again. I quickly strap my vest around me before rushing back out of the locker room and down the many, many hallways. 

I rush out into the parking garage and I stop to watch as Grissom and Sara drive past me with their cars' emergency lights on. Once they pass, I run over to Warrick's car and hop into the passenger side. He quickly turns his lights on before pulling out of the parking space. 

Soon before I know it, we’re pulling up on location and I see that almost half our police fleet are here, making relief wash over me as sirens blare all around me. Grissom’s car is just in front of us and I hold on as Warrick takes the turn into the nursery drive. We follow Grissom all the way up the drive and come to a stop next to his car. 

Grissom gets out of his car and I yank my seatbelt off to follow after him. He meets up with the owner at the front of his car just as I come up beside him. 

“You said on the phone you had a fire ant mound. Where is it?” he asks as he and the owner get close to one another. 

“People usually prefer to stay away from it,” the owner comments as he turns and starts to lead us all over to it. We all stop pointing our flashlights at the mound as Grissom stops and looks at it for a moment. 

“All right, look. Fan out. Look for loose soil. Anything that might’ve been dug up recently,” Grissom commands and we all rush off. 

We all fan out like he said, officers all going in different directions. I stick by Warrick as we walk briskly while searching the ground with our lights. Everyone looks for a few minutes, but nothing seems remotely the littlest bit off. 

“Hey! I’m picking up the webcam transmitter!” We hear Catherine yell out and I look at Warrick. 

“She’s got something! Move, move!” An officer yells out and I smile. 

“We found him, B… we really found him,” I excitedly say and Warrick smiles, nodding. 

“Come on, mama. We’re close,” he agrees with a smile as we both pick up and start to jog to where Catherine is. 

Soon we come up behind her and she slows down to look around. We slow down too and help in looking around with our lights. She turns to her left and continues walking until she almost trips over something, making her turn back. 

She turns around and shines her light on what she tripped on, only to find a tube sticking out of the ground. She pauses a moment before turning and walking a little further only to find another tube. Her monitor picks up in its beeping and I look at Warrick as she bends down to the ground. 

She drops her light and the monitor before she starts to dig around frantically with her hands. She finds what seems to be a clear bag of sorts and she rips off her glove, making it fall back to the floor. 

“This is it!! I found it!!” she screams out as she scrambles to pick the bag back up and open it. 

“It’s here! I found it! This is it!” she screams out again as she looks over the remote. 

“Nick!” she shouts into the pipe as everyone else races over to us. 

“Nick… we’re here. We’re all here! Hang on! Nicky!” she shouts into the pipe as officers run over with shovels and Warrick takes one. 

They all start to shovel at the ground and Catherine wraps an arm around me as she holds her flashlight up with the other. We all watch with bated breath as they continue to pull dirt from the earth. 

Nick’s Pov: 

“Nicky!” I think I hear Catherine, but decide it’s just my mind playing tricks on me for the millionth time. 

I feel more and more of the ants biting at me and I groan as my heart starts to pound harder. I close my eyes, but open them when there’s a click sound. It’s then I see Doc Robbins and David looking down at me before he sighs and shakes his head in sorrow. 

“It’s a damn shame they didn’t get to him sooner,” Robbins says as he continues to look down at me. 

“I sure will miss him,” David comments and it’s quiet for a moment. 

“You know, David, I’ve seen fire ant bites in my time, but never anything like this,” Robbins tells David as he lifts my hand to inspect it. 

“Do you think he suffered?” David asks as he cocks his head to the side. 

“Do I think he suffered?” Doc Robbins parrots before pausing. 

“Yes. Definitely,” he finishes and I try to yell, but nothing will come out. 

I close my eyes before opening them again to the sound of laughter. I watch as they still stand over me, laughing. 

“All right, on three,” Robbins says before pausing. 

“Uno…” David starts off. “Dos…” Robbins jumps in. Tres!” They both yell out and all of a sudden Bob Newworth starts to play. 

“All right. Would you care to do the ‘y’ incision?” Robbins asks David and there's an audible shing sound. 

“Well ‘y’ not?” David asks as he takes the meat cleaver that passed over me and all I can do is watch. 

There’s a few audible crack sounds and a lot of slouchy sounds before Doc Robbins is getting out a chainsaw. He puts the chainsaw down before looking back at me. There’s another crack as he rips my ribs from my body only to toss them aside. 

“He won’t be needing this anymore,” he comments as he passes my liver to David. 

“Nice!” he says as he pulls more from my body and my eyebrows knit together in confusion. 

“A lung,” Doc Robbins says as he passes that over me to David as well. 

Then all of a sudden my father stands over me across from Doc Robbins. He clasps his hands and gives a deadpan look.  

“So Doc… how did my son die? Anaphylactic shock?” he asks Doc Robbins, who chuckles. 

“No, no, he didn’t live long enough for that. COD was asphyxiation,” Doc Robbins answers in a very cheerful tone. 

“Oh!” My dad says in almost awe and I just watch on in confusion. 

“When the blood oxygen drops to less than 16% and the CO2 builds up there’s a rapid loss of consciousness. Death within minutes. With no disfiguring physical findings,” Doc Robbins explains in a cheery tone. 

“He’ll look great at the funeral,” my father comments with no hint of sadness in his voice. “Oh. Yes,” Robbins agrees. 

“His mother will appreciate that as well as his wife,” my father comments again and Robbins gives a small “good” In response. 

Robbins then reaches into my open chest and rips my heart out. He holds it up and it sounds like it’s still beating. 

“Your son had a good heart,” Robbins says before slapping it down into my fathers hand. 

Suddenly my eyes fly open and find I’m still in the box with ants still crawling all over me. I let out the smallest puff of air as I fight the feeling of the ants biting me. I close my eyes again and try to think of something, anything more pleasant. My mind wanders and I see an image of me at a counter holding a little girl:

“I love you Daddy,” she whispers into my ear as she lays her head against my shoulder and I lay mine against hers. My eyes fly open once more and more tears fall as my lip trembles my fight to get out renewed. 

To Be Continued…

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CSI Season 2 Episode 19 --Stalker

CSI Season 2 Episode 19

--Stalker

When we went into work, Nick and I stopped by Gil’s office. We had a discussion last night at his place about doing the right thing – telling the department that we were in a relationship. In my previous place of employment, they would have reprimanded me for seducing a coworker. Then I would have been demoted. Nick reassured me that this wasn’t the case here – that numerous coworker’s had relationships within the department.

Nick had rubbed my back as I tried to calm my breathing. I was worked up just by asking him what if they split us up. Moved us to a different shift, because then we wouldn’t be able to see each other. Nick shook his head, his crooked smile enveloping his face.

“That won’t happen, darlin’,” Nick reassured me, his Texas drawl soothing my frayed nerves at the aspect of telling Grissom that I was involved with one of his best CSI’s. I knew that Nick valued the opinion of Grissom as well, so that was also nerve-wracking.

“But how do you know?” I stressed, looking at him as I bit my lip. Nick laughed, not unkindly, but used his thumb to release my lip from the abuse of my teeth.

“Do you know how many of the lab has been together?” When I shook my head, Nick elaborated on the number of relationships he knew of, as well as how they were treated once it came out.

When we knocked on Gil’s door, he was bent over looking at something through a magnifying glass. He looked intrigued to see us at his door, both requesting an audience at the same time. Gil motioned to the chairs at his desk, wordlessly, and waited to see what we were going to say.

“We’ve been dating,” I blurted out, unable to keep it a secret any longer. Nick gave an awkward chuckle as he rubbed the back of his neck.

“Is that all?” Grissom asked, raising an eyebrow. “I thought someone was confessing to a crime. Needing help with hiding a dead body or something.”

“I didn’t want to be in any type of department violation,” I told Gil who nodded, as Nick was chuckling.

“See, I told you!” Nick pointed out.

“I see no issue with two of my CSI’s dating,” Gil remarked, already losing interest in this conversation and looking down at the bug he was studying. “I will make a note of it for your documents with the Crime Lab.”

“That’s it?” I asked, a little shocked at the handling of a relationship. Nick had validated this point and to see it occurring was honestly a little shocking.

“Yup,” Gil nodded, opening our files and putting something in the documents. “The only issue would be if you two were supervisor and subordinate. Then you wouldn’t be able to do the other’s evaluations.”

“Wow,” I breathed a sigh of relief. “Who knew?”

“I tried to tell you!” Nick smiled at me, as he shook his head, good-naturedly. “You’ve been panicking since our fourth date.”

“Well,” I tried to explain, but finally gave up. Gil gave us both a rare smile.

“Get ready, we have a 419 – it’s going to require all of us to handle the evidence,” Gil said. We both nodded and went to the locker room to get ready.

Once we were finished putting our holsters on, getting the guns loaded, and grabbing our credentials, we both exited the locker room and went to the breakroom where the others were waiting for the assignment of the night. I looked at our coworkers before taking a deep breath.

“Before Ecklie or someone says something – Nick and I are dating,” I told them. They all grinned, Warrick slapping Nick on the back, congratulating him. I rolled my eyes as Gil came into the room.

“We’ve got a 419,” Grissom said. We all got out of our seats and grabbed our gear, along with jackets. Nick had to wear a leather jacket as his clothing wasn’t at the drycleaners the other day. I had laughed at them handing someone else his clothing and told him that was the reason I do my own laundry. I doubled with Nick while Catherine and Gil were in the lead, getting to the scene first. Warrick and Sara were still back at the lab.

“It’s going to be a long night,” I told my boyfriend who nodded his head as we drove to the crime scene. He had grabbed my hand with his, entwined on the console as we listened to music on the way to scene. Once we were on the scene, Catherine and Gil went up to get the preliminary photos. Nick wanted to talk with the detectives on scene.

I grabbed my kit from the trunk and went up to the apartment building. I walked in as Grissom was coming out of the bathroom. I was looking around the apartment and my eyebrows were furrowed.

“So, has anyone seen this dog?” Gil asked, looking around the apartment and listening for any sound of the dog.

“Dog bed, dog bowl, dog food ... no dog,” Catherine remarked as they noticed the dog paraphernalia all over the house.

“Someone killed the dog?” I gasped, staring at the senior members of the team with horror. They both shrugged, not confirming or denying it. “People I get, but a dog?”

“Neighbor lady called 911 because she heard the dog yelping,” Gil stated. I sucked in a breath.

“Are we sure it’s not hiding somewhere? Or that the cops didn’t let the poor animal out when they kicked in the door?” I asked, looking around the apartment. “Here, boy!” I whistled, trying to find the dog.

“Triple locks on all the doors. Every shade drawn. State-of-the-art alarm system,” Catherine looked at the alarm panel on her wall. “As far as we know her place was perfectly hermetically sealed until the cops batter-rammed their way in.”

“Prisoner in her own home?” Gil asked, standing there looking at the aforementioned safety features.

“Maybe she was agoraphobic?” I suggested, standing in her living room.

“So, how did he get in?” Catherine raised an eyebrow as she looked at the locks.

“A better question -- how'd he get out?” Gil questioned.

“Maybe he’s with the dog?” I sneered, looking under the furniture, trying to see if the dog was hiding underneath the couch. The dog bed was small – indicating that this wasn’t a golden retriever. “The dog bed looks sort of small. This dog couldn’t be more than 25-30 pounds. And there is no fur all over the home. I think it’s a hypoallergenic breed. Or this woman keeps vacuuming a hundred times a day.”

Gil walked into the living room behind me. He was still searching for a way that the assailant could have gotten in or out of the home. Gil pushed the gauzy curtains out of the way to reveal that the windows were covered in silver.

“Aluminum foil,” Gil said, shining a light on the silver material covering the windows.

“Keeps the sunlight out,” Catherine murmured also looking at the foil lined windows.

“God knows one needs to in Vegas,” I groused, still checking under the furniture, flashing my light around. “The dog couldn’t have just disappeared!”

“Keeps the eyeballs out, too,” Grissom stated as Catherine announced she was going to process the bedroom. She left the room while I was still poking under the furniture and trying to entice a dog. The door opened and Nick came in. He raised an eyebrow at my wandering around the living room, randomly whistling.

“Did you finally lose your marbles?” Nick drawled. I huffed at my boyfriend.

“I wish!” I called out. “The victims dog totally vanished. No one can seem to account for the dog that prompted the 911 call!”

“You’ll find him, darlin’,” Nick soothed, knowing my soft spot for animals, walking down the hallway. He stopped after a moment, looking at the scene in the bathroom. Gil watched him for a few moments, before turning to point out a random spot to me. After a few moments, Gil left me on my own in the living room.

“Sorry, Nick,” I heard Gil say in the bathroom. “You've been staring at this girl for ten minutes. Do you know her?”

“No,” his voice was faint.

“Why don't you go do the bedroom? I'll get the coroner in here and finish up in the bathroom,” Gil took pity on Nick.

“Sure,” I heard footsteps go down the hall to the bedroom. I left the living room and wandered down the hall to the kitchen. Very few hiding places, but I still checked.

Catherine and Gil came up behind me in the kitchen. There was nothing. This was absurd. A canine doesn’t just disappear into thin air. It had to be here somewhere.

“Find anything?” Catherine asked, unsure why I was pouring all my energy into the missing dog. I turned to look at her, a murderous look on my face.

“Nothing at all,” I sighed. “Absolutely nothing. Why not leave the dog?”

“Why don’t you go back to the lab with Nick when he’s done processing the bedroom,” Catherine suggested. I blinked but nodded.

“Someone will find the dog, right?” I implored, pleading with my bosses. They both nodded, even though they had already guessed that the dog was probably deceased along with the victim. I went back to poking around, but eventually gave up as Nick was finished processing the bedroom.

“You alright?” I asked him as we put the evidence and kits into the back of the Yukon. Nick had been really quiet after he walked into that crime scene.

“Yeah,” Nick said, though his voice didn’t sound sincere.

“If you need to talk, I’m all ears,” I winked at him, pulling my red hair from the tight bun. I massaged my scalp as I got into the passenger seat, a headache forming in my temples.

“You alright?” Nick asked, a little concerned at the pained look on my face. I nodded, reaching into my pouch to pull out some Excedrin.

“Headache,” I muttered.

“Something about that scene,” Nick muttered, and I left him to muse about the scene. For some reason, the body rattled him. He didn’t know the victim, but there was something familiar about it.

By the time that we made it back to the crime lab, my headache had subsided to a lesser roar. It made it so that I could think. Nick grabbed the evidence from the back of the Yukon and then we entered the building. He stopped by the A/V lab to pick up a file and then we walked to find our coworkers – Warrick and Sara so they could help us in our quest to figuring out what had happened to the poor lady.

On our way to the breakroom, where Archie had advised the missing CSI’s were located, Nick noticed the latest issue of the newsletter posted on the bulletin board. We had an internal newsletter called “Crime Stopper”. This month, Nick was featured on the front cover, complete with inaccurate facts. I stifled a laugh as Nick ripped it off the clipboard, irritated at the issue.

“Don’t,” he warned, crumpling up the paper in his hand. I shook my head, holding up my hands in innocence. I had totally read through that paper – which even included Nick’s Alma Mater and the name of the fraternity he belonged. It was cute, but the others were using it as a way to tease their friend.

As we approached the breakroom, Nick and I could hear the laughter and giggling coming from the two CSI’s in the breakroom. They were sitting at the table, reading over the newsletter, laughing. It was totally absurd. Nick smiled, shaking his head at their antics.

“Who wrote this?” Warrick asked. Sara couldn’t contain her laughter.

“You're kidding me, right?” Nick asked, throwing the balled-up newsletter from the bulletin board into the trashcan.

“Nick Stokes, Crime Stopper,” Warrick read from the paper, deepening his voice. I snickered and Nick laughed, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You went Hollywood on me, man.”

“And I quote, "in his off time, he enjoys creating and inventing toys." That's fascinating,” Sara said. “What kind of toys do you make, Nick?”

“I don’t know who got that information, but I can confirm that Nick doesn’t invent or create any type of toys,” I interjected.

“I thought I got my hands on all those departmental newsletters,” Nick reached down and picked up the newsletter. “Where'd you get those?”

“Greg,” Sara and Warrick said in unison.

“Yeah, that figures,” Nick’s jaw twitched in his annoyance. “All right, listen, Grissom wants us to divide and conquer. Blond hair for you, Warrick.”

“I do love a blond,” Warrick stated, holding up the bag of evidence containing the blonde hair inside.

“Sara, you're on phone records,” Nick put a folder full of phone records on the table in front of Sara who pulled a face.

“Yay,” Sara said, her tone dry as she looked down at the records she would have to comb through. Nick turned and left the room, crinkling the newsletter on his way out.

“Hey, I wasn't done reading that!” Warrick protested.

“Yes, you are!” Nick tossed the balled-up newsletter into the trash can as he left the room. I followed after him, waiting a moment, since he hadn’t given me an assignment.

“What about me?” I asked, trotting after him, questioning on how I could be of assistance to this case.

“You, my darlin’,” Nick winked at me, knowing how much his Texas drawl and pet names made me swoon, “are on a mission to see cause of death. Can you check with Doc Robbins to see if he has a COD?”

“Sure,” I smirked, walking around him. “I’ll find you when I get the results!” He nodded, continuing on his way after I pressed a kiss to his cheek.

I hated the coroner’s office. Doc Robbins and David were really nice, but it was extremely cold down there. I grabbed my fleece jacket and went into the autopsy room. Grissom and Catherine were with Robbins.

“Nick sent me down to see if we had a COD?” I asked, shivering inside the fleece jacket. Robbins usually took pity on me, sparing me a lecture, once he had caught my lips turning blue from hypothermia before.

“COD is asphyxiation,” Robbins said. “Petechial hemorrhaging, cyanosis. Oh, and she’s a natural blonde.”

“So someone died her hair?” I asked, reaching up to my own head of red hair. Robbins nodded, pointing at my natural-colored red hair.

“She wasn’t sexually assaulted either,” Catherine stated. I sighed.

“So torture, just to torture someone. Did you guys find the dog?” I asked and both Grissom and Catherine shook their heads.

“Dog?” Robbins asked, but I wasn’t up for chitchatting about the dog.

“UGH!” I groaned, leaving the morgue. I went upstairs, still shivering in my fleece jacket to find Nick fumigating the plastic bag.

“Find out anything?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at my obvious state of frustration.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “No one has found the dog yet!”

“Sunshine, I meant - ” Nick was interrupted by the sound of someone knocking on the lab door. We both looked up to see Greg.

“Heard you were looking for me?” Greg didn’t look like he wanted to be here. It looked like he wanted to be elsewhere but wanted to get it over with. I figured that Warrick told him that Nick was ticked.

“Greg. Come here. I want to talk to you for a sec,” Nick stated, looking down at the plastic bag. He put his clipboard and the pen down at the side, as he waved Greg into the room. Greg hesitated at the door.

“Come on,” Nick cajoled, waving him over. Greg finally relented, walking over to Nick’s side where he was standing looking down at a glass tank.

“What's up?” Greg asked. Nick reached over with his left hand, slapping him on the back, then gripping at the base of his neck.

“Stop invading my privacy, man, I don't like it,” Nick stated, not mad, but trying to get his point across. “I'm just trying to do my job around here. I don't need the extra attention.”

“Okay. But, I mean, you are the one who's doing the "Forensic Spotlight" in the,” Greg choked up as Nick tightened his grip. I hid my amusement as Greg winced in pain at his comment. “Department newsletter.”

“I didn't do anything, man,” Nick insisted, not letting up on his grip. “Someone from the community wrote a letter of commendation. Public affairs ran it. Cool?”

“Cool,” Greg grimaced, nodding his head. Nick finally let go of Greg’s shoulder, patting him on the back in understanding. Greg raised his eyebrows as Nick walked around the other side of the tank with his clipboard.

“So, uh,” Greg sighed, moving his shoulder subtly in a bit of pain from the neck pinching, “what are you fuming?”

“Plastic bag from the crime scene. I'm trying to get lucky -- see if I can get some prints off it,” Nick told the analyst. He opened the top of the tank and fanned the fumes. Greg was staring at the front of the plastic bag.

“Did she die of suffocation?” Greg asked. I gasped.

“How did you know?” I asked. Nick stared up at Greg, really amazed that was the only answer he was giving. Greg still stared at the plastic bag in the tank. After a moment, Greg looked up at Nick, since he didn’t get a response. Nick finally determined that Greg saw something. He walked around to the side of the tank where Greg was looking. I got off my chair and joined the two men, just to see the outline of Jane Galloway’s face on the plastic bag.

After several deadend leads that the CSI and Brass pursued throughout the day, Grissom finally called it quits with the rest of us. We departed for our homes. Nick pressed a kiss to my lips as he made sure that I was secure in my vehicle. I promised to call him once I got some sleep and then I left the Crime Lab.

I walked in my apartment, dropping the keys in the bowl by the door. I dropped my kit onto the closet floor, before walking into my living room. There were several messages on my answering machine.

“Hey Aria, just wondering how ya were doing? Give me a call sometime – Bobby,” I saved that message, having missed my surrogate uncle. He lived in South Dakota and owned a junkyard. As a kid I used to love tinkering in his yard, whenever my mom would take me to visit. Then when she married my stepfather, he forbid us from seeing Bobby.

The next message was a telemarketer. I deleted that message, before going into the kitchen. I searched high and low for something to eat – finding a few frozen meals. I preheated the oven. As I waited, I turned on the television. I watched a documentary about Egypt until my oven beeped. Then I put my food into the oven, and walked to the bathroom for a quick shower.

Once I had finished the shower, I slipped on a pair of silk pajamas and wandered to check on my food. I figured it had to be done, pulling the meal from the oven. I ate most of it, discarding the rest into the trash can. I sent a quick message to Nick, wishing him a good night, before I threw myself onto my bed, and fell asleep.

The next morning, I woke up at a reasonably late time. Once I had managed to drag myself from the comfort of my bed, I went to the bathroom – got a quick shower, before applying my makeup. Once I was finished, I went back into my room and dressed for another day of work. I always loved the height that wearing heels provided, but it wasn’t feasible when we spent sometimes upwards of 24 hours on our feet.

I was wearing a pair of light green dress pants, a darker green long-sleeved top, and I pulled on my brown combat boots. I also decided to wear my brown leather jacket to pull the outfit together. (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/647322146460814169/) I grabbed my phone, seeing that Nick had messaged me, advising he was on his way to pick me up.

I sprayed myself with my perfume, before turning off the lights. I didn’t bother with breakfast, as we had a routine. There was a little bakery on the way to the lab, where we picked up breakfast and our coffee.

“Hey!” I pulled open the door before he could knock. Nick whistled as he saw me in my work attire, my cheeks coloring at his teasing. “Nick!”

“Sorry, baby,” Nick leaned down for a kiss, before I pulled the door shut, locking the deadbolt. “I’ve never seen you in a leather jacket.”

“I’m full of surprises,” I threw back at him and he chuckled, opening up the door of the Yukon. I slid into the passenger seat. Once Nick was on the way to our bakery, I noticed something seemed off. “You okay?”

“What?” Nick seemed startled that I spoke for a second. “Yeah, just something odd.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” I asked, careful not to pry too much. He shrugged as we arrived at the bakery.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Nick denied, opening up my door and then we went inside. I accepted his inability to talk about it for the moment.

“If you want to talk, you know where to find me,” I told Nick who nodded. Once we each had our food and drinks, it was time to return to the crime lab. I was in and out of the locker room quickly, while Nick hung around to talk to Warrick. I figured, he was unloading the situation with his best friend. I was happy Nick had someone to confide in, if he didn’t want to talk to me.

I found Catherine and Sara in the breakroom. They were looking over the files and the information that Sara managed to find about Jane Galloway.

“What about Jane’s work history?” Catherine asked, filling up a cup of coffee. She sat down and I joined the two as they discussed the information.

“Secretary at a brokerage firm. About three weeks from the day of her death she took a leave of absence,” Sara advised – my eyebrows furrowed.

“Is that the only one?”

“Yes,” Sara confirmed.

“Medical records?” Catherine asked and Sara looked down at the paperwork in front of her.

“She saw Dr. Slater. Had a prescription for valium and librium.”

“That’s some heavy prescriptions,” I stated. “Anxiety?”

(SARA shows the report to CATHERINE who takes it and looks at it.)

“Severe anxiety due to personal reasons,” Sara handed the report to Catherine who took it to look over the information as well. “One day back from leave, Jane quits her job. No notice. Hotel receipts show she checked into the Monaco for two nights.”

“The hotel?” I questioned, taking the receipts from Sara. Then I handed them to Catherine.

“A week before that she goes on a frightened woman shopping spree,” Sara told us, showing us the receipts to multiple hardware stores. Something was off about this whole situation.

“Hardware shop receipts for locks. Locksmiths. Alarm installations. Phone screeners. The voice on her answering machine—electronic,” Sara read off the information that she could gather about Jane’s whereabouts in the weeks leading up to her death. “She changed her telephone number. She cancels all but one of her credit cards.”

“No paper trail?” I questioned. “No personal way to distinguish herself either.”

“It's as if she's trying to make herself disappear,” Catherine stated, shaking her head as we looked over the evidence.

“Make no mistake. Jane Galloway was being stalked,” Sara stated, voice confident in this answer. All of us could agree – this was textbook stalking behavior. “Emotional terrorism at its finest.”

“And her boyfriend had an alibi?” Catherine asked, disbelieving. It was rare that stalking came from an outside source – like kidnapping.

“Here's the, uh, worst part. Uh, I ran a phone check on all her incoming calls. Guess where they were coming from,” I exchanged looks with Catherine before we took the phone records that Sara was handing over.

DATE / TIME / PLACE & NUMBER CALLED 4/16 / 2:44 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0146 4/16 / 2:56 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0198 4/16 / 5:15 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0287 4/16 / 5:18 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:18 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:18 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:19 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:19 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:19 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:20 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:20 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:20 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:21 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:21 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:21 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/16 / 5:22 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0188 4/17 / 10:48 am / Summerlin, NV 555-0173 4/17 / 04:16 am / Summerlin, NV 555-0189 4/17 / 3:43 pm / Las Vegas, NV 555-0132 4/17 / 12:04 pm / Henderson, NV 555-0173

“Wait – isn’t that her own phone number?” I asked.

“Inside her house.” The realization dawned on Catherine who knew that she had to get this information to Grissom and Brass right away. We overlooked something at the crime scene.

“Good work – Sara keep digging. Aria, you help her.” Catherine gathered the phone records and left the room with her coffee. Sara and I got to work, combing through more information about Jane Galloway. I was in charge of making sure that the prescriptions wouldn’t cause some type of psychosis or hallucinations. Though with the evidence that we had gathered – I was confident that wasn’t the case.

We were working on the situation, when suddenly Sara got a phone call from Catherine. Catherine advised us to get a list of utility companies that Jane had and send all the addresses. We would all be out gathering information.

Catherine ended up with the carpet installation. Warrick and Nick were in charge of the Luna Cable company. Sara was going to talk with the appliance delivery. Grissom was talking to the gas company, and I was to talk with the alarm company.

Unfortunately, the alarm installer didn’t know anything. He couldn’t even remember Jane’s name, just that he remembered putting in the state of the art alarm system for her. He said she was strange, but most single women in Nevada were worried about their safety, so he chalked up her nervousness to that.

I had just thanked him for his assistance and was walking away when I heard my phone ring. I grabbed it out of my pocket, expecting it to be asking if I had found anything. Only for Warrick to tell me that Nick was being transported to Desert Palms Hospital. I dropped the file onto the passenger seat and flipped on the sirens, before peeling out of the parking spot.

My heart was pounding as I raced to the Desert Palms Hospital after Warrick had called to tell me that Nick had been injured. I couldn’t focus on anything other than the loud thumping in my chest as well as my hands shaking on the wheel. I don’t think that I was alright to actually drive to the hospital, but I needed to be there.

Once I had parked the SUV, haphazardly, and not entirely in a space, I rushed into the Emergency Room doors. One of the nurses took pity on me, asking me why I was there.

“My boyfriend – Nick Stokes – was just brought in? He’s part of the police,” I explained, my heart thumping.

“I think your friends are over there,” she pointed out Warrick and Brass who were pacing a length of hallway. I thanked her, ears whooshing with my heartbeat as I tripped over my feet in my haste to get to them.

“Whoa,” Warrick steadied me before I could barrel right into him. “He’s alright,” Warrick soothed.

“Are you sure?” I asked, heart still pounding loudly behind my breastbone. It almost hurt, it was beating so fast and felt like it was hitting against the bone.

“He woke up before the paramedics got there,” Warrick gave me a light smile. Just then the rest of the team rushed into the hospital, reaching our side.

“What happened?” Grissom demanded.

“He was pushed out of a window,” Warrick explained. “I didn’t see anyone leave or enter the apartment.”

“Are you sure he’s alright?” I questioned. Catherine turned her attention to me.

“Honey, you need to sit down,” she urged, forcing me into a seat. “You are as pale as a ghost. Put your head between your knees.”

Catherine forced my head down between my knees, as I attempted to steady my breathing. It took me a while to calm down, the rest of the team offering support and comfort without discussing anything else. Brass had to leave as they were searching for this Nigel that threw Nick out of a window.

Finally, the doctor exited the room that they had Nick sleeping. Sara and Catherine both stood as she came out to give us an update. I didn’t trust my legs to support my weight, depending on the information that we would receive.

“Concussion, two cracked ribs, sprained wrist, five stitches to the forehead,” she explained his injuries to us. “It could have been a lot worse.”

“But he's going to be all right?” Warrick asked the question that was stuck in the back of my throat. When the doctor nodded, I cried.

“He needs rest,” she stated, looking back at the unconscious Texan lying in a hospital bed. “But I don't see why he can't go home relatively soon.”

“Thank you, doctor,” Grissom thanked the doctor who left since she didn’t have anything further to state. Warrick was upset, while Sara sat next to me, rubbing my back.

“Damn it,” Warrick hissed, sounding upset and frustrated. “Grissom, this guy was right there. I could have had him.”

“You helped out Nick. That was the right thing to do,” Grissom reassured Warrick who didn’t look convinced.

“Doesn't feel like the right thing,” Warrick grumbled.

“If you hadn’t helped out Nick, I would have shot you Warrick,” I warned the man, who looked chagrined to have even stated that. I wiped the tears from my eyes. It had been too long since I had to sit beside someone that I loved, that I cared for, and had so much uncertainty about their injuries. The last person was my brother.

“You know, Nick was alone,” Catherine mentioned, making the blood in my veins run cold. “The Stalker could have killed him and didn't.”

“Yeah, I wonder why. Let's go back over there,” Grissom stated. Catherine stood up, walking down the hallway. Warrick started to follow the two CSI’s.

“I'm going with you.” Grissom shook his head, putting a restraining hand on Warrick’s shoulder as he turned to leave.

“No, no. You need to calm down a little,” Grissom ordered. “Talk to Nick when he wakes up.”

Sara and I remained in the hallway beside Warrick who didn’t look pleased at the orders from Grissom. I was relieved that they didn’t want me to go with them – but I think Catherine knew it would take me kicking and screaming. Just then, my phone started to ring.

“I’ve got to take this,” I stated, looking down at the unfamiliar number on my screen. I sighed, walking down the hallway away from prying eyes and ears.

“Hello?” I answered the phone to be met with the familiar rough voice of my brother.

“Aria,” he sounded relieved to have my attention.

“Why are you calling me?” I asked him. He sighed, letting out a burst of air.

“Dad’s missing,” my brother stated. I rolled my eyes. Apparently, that was the reason that my brother wanted to call me, have a reunion. All over our father.

“Uh huh,” I wandered back down the hallway when Sara appeared at the end of the deserted and secluded space, waving me on. “Dad’s missing?”

“Yes!” My brother insisted as I entered the hospital room where Nick was awake – groggy and confused but awake.

“It’s Dad,” I rolled my eyes. “You know what he’s like. He’s found himself some Jim, Jack, and Jose along with some blondes. Dad will stumble home like he’s always done at some point. No need to send out any sirens.”

“Aria, I know you and Dad didn’t get along - ”

“Didn’t get along?” I echoed, a bitter laughter forcing its way out of my lungs. “You mean the same man that told me if I wanted to go to college, I better not grace his doorstep any longer? That same father?”

“Alright, so he said some things,” my brother attempted once more.

“No, he’s said a lot of things. Namely how I was dead to him for choosing a different career. I’m sorry, but I can’t argue about this right now. My boyfriend was injured, and I need to take care of him. I’m not helping you track down Dad, when he’s not even missing,” I said firmly into the phone, taking my coworkers off guard. They weren’t used to this side of me. I was usually the nice one – bending over backwards to help out anyone with their situation.

“Aria,” my brother pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” I apologized. “But find someone else, Dean.” I hung up on my brother, turning to the other members of my team and my boyfriend. “Sorry about that. How are you feeling, Nicky?”

“Sore,” Nick groaned. “What’s wrong with your dad?”

“Nothing,” I waved him off. “He’s off on a bender.”

“Are you sure you don’t need to go?” Nick groaned, but I shook my head, a smile on my lips.

“How could I leave you all alone?” I countered, not wanting to go into my family dynamic. The reason why I was left with my stepfather for years, barely seeing my father after my mother found out the truth of the matter.

“Thanks,” Nick smiled, as the guys started to talk between each other for a while. Sara gave me a concerned look, but I shook it off, content to sit in the uncomfortable hospital chair and watch Nick grow more aware of his surroundings.

The doctor came in while Nick was awake – she explained all of his injuries. I think Nick was a little overwhelmed by the information coming his way. He just nodded his head in response, which is when I knew that he wasn’t comprehending most of what the doctor had just thrown Nick’s way.

“When can I go home?” Nick asked.

“I can release you now that you are awake,” the doctor promised. “Will someone be staying with him?”

“I will,” I raised my hand. “Nick’s my boyfriend. Warrick and Sara will have to return to the lab.”

“Okay,” she nodded. “I’ll explain what needs to happen. Follow me?”

I followed the doctor into the hallway where she explained his injuries in full, along with the instructions to follow once he was home. I accepted all the paperwork for his injuries along with the responsibility of taking care of Nick. Once she was done, she left to get the discharge papers. I went back into the room, smiling at the scene of the CSI’s talking and laughing together. Finally, the doctor came back with a wheelchair.

“Now, these painkillers are the real deal, okay?” The doctor stated, handing over a prescription of opioid painkillers. “Don't overdo it. Plenty of rest. No work for at least a week.”

I nodded, understanding the situation. I took the medication, tucking it under my armpit. I would be monitoring Nick – ensuring that he ate with the meds, and that he only took them when absolutely necessary. We didn’t need Nick spending time in rehab over an opioid prescription. Nick was sitting in the wheelchair. He had wanted to walk out, but with his ribs, he could barely walk around to get dressed.

“Will do, thank you, doctor,” Sara stated, while I was still a little emotional. The Doctor finally turned and left. I grabbed the wheelchair handles as we started down the hallway towards the parking lot.

“The gloves, you find them?” Nick asked, disregarding what the doctor had just said about his work restrictions. I shot a glare at Warrick who actually humored him.

“Catherine thinks he might have got away with them,” Warrick avoided looking at me and my murderous glare. “But, uh, Grissom did find some wacky video collection.”

“Of what?” Nick demanded, interest the case well known. I sighed, but thankfully, Sara stepped in, knowing that I was going to snap at him.

“Now, did you not just hear the doctor?” Sara told Nick and I nodded my head, though he couldn’t see me as I was pushing his wheelchair. “You're supposed to rest. We're on it, okay?”

“Yeah, relax, Ironside,” Warrick joked, finally, stopping the information dump that he was providing to the workaholic in the wheelchair.

We had gotten home, Sara helped me get Nick into the car. When she was done, I gave her a smile as I handed Nick the prescription that the hospital had filled. Nick took it, letting me shut the passenger side door. I knew that it killed him that I was doting on him – since Nick was the perfect gentleman. He insisted on always shutting my door, everything that a gentleman would do.

“You sure you don’t want me to come with you guys?” Sara asked, genuinely concerned with Nick’s inability to move. I shook my head.

“We’ll be fine. Grissom needs all the help he can get on this case,” Sara nodded, understanding that Grissom and Catherine needed help. Plus Sara was a known workaholic. “Especially now that he’s down two people.”

“Alright,” Sara smiled. “But call me if you need anything.”

“Sounds good,” I gave her a hug. “Thanks for being there.”

“No problem,” Sara waved and walked off to her own car. I got into my car and looked over at Nick who looked terrible. He seemed to be in a lot of pain and was trying to hold off on how terrible he felt.

“When I get you home, I’ll make something to eat. You shouldn’t take pain killers on an empty stomach,” Nick nodded, groaning as the car jostled his ribs. I sighed, pulling out of the parking space and then out of the hospital. Thankfully, the ride from the hospital to Nick’s house was relatively short, especially since it was really late.

Nick was leaning against me as I helped him up the walkway to his house. Then he handed me the keys, which I dropped onto the counter along with his prescription. Nick motioned for the bottle which I handed over, going into the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water.

“You’re the best,” Nick sighed, taking two pills and setting it down on the counter. I lifted it up and read the instructions.

DESERT PALMS HOSPITAL (NAME) STOKES, NICK (FILL DATE) 4/17/02 PHONE NO. 555-0190 TAKE ON TO TWO TABLETS ... EVERY FOUR HOURS. VICODIN (EXPIRES) 04/17/03 (REFILL) 0 (BY) 11/17/02

Nick shuffled along to the sofa holding his ribs with his arm, where he settled down with a groan. I clucked my tongue in sympathy. I knew how painful broken ribs could be. Especially with the rest of his injuries; though he was no stranger to injuries. A former football player, but it had been several years since his playing days.

“Do you want something like a sandwich or do you think you want a meal?” I called out to Nick. He just groaned. “Nicky.”

“Can we wait for dinner?” Nick asked, more or less pleaded. “Just until the pills kick in and I can actually focus?” I nodded my head, exiting the kitchen.

“Sure. I’m going to wash my face and change my clothes, okay?” Nick nodded as I walked down the hall of his house. I had some clothes in one of his drawers, but I was definitely going to steal one of his shirts. Some nights, it was too exhausting to drive us both home – therefore, Nick would just let me crash at his place. He was too much of a gentleman not to trust; plus the two of us were usually exhausted from working doubles.

I giggled, grabbing one of his extra-soft LVPD shirts. He had discarded it a couple of days ago; which meant that it still smelled like him. I also grabbed a pair of my bike shorts. I went into the bathroom, peeling off my work shirt. I grabbed a washcloth and then washed my face and down my arms. As I was trying to get some of the day dirt off of my body, I heard knocking at the front door.

“I’ve got it!” Nick said. I quickly toweled off, opening the door. I didn’t bother with the LVPD shirt, as I was wearing a sports bra. It covered more than most bikini’s. I walked into the living room where a man I recognized from this case was standing in the middle of the room.

“I saw this house. I saw this house; I saw the number I saw the street name. Something is wrong here. Something terrible is going to happen here,” Morris Pearson stated. The hair on my arms stood up as I stood in the living room.

“Sir,” Nick tried to get his attention, but the psychic was just standing there, looking around. He had been right about everything else in this case – including the breakthrough of the stalker watching Jane from her attic.

“I can feel it,” he murmured, the hair on my arms rising at his words.

“Sir. Sir ... You're going to have to leave,” Nick was standing at the door.

“Please, please, listen to me!”

“Get out of here!” Nick yelled, having enough.

“Nicky! Listen to the man!” I finally interjected, believing that this man knew something. He knew too much about details that were never released to the public. This man knew about the dog.

“Listen to me!” Pearson turned to look at Nick. They stopped screaming at each other.

“I saw the address. I saw this address!” Pearson implored. Nick took a step away from the door.

“You saw my address?” Nick asked, sounding unsettled. Morris Pearson continued to walk further into the living room. I wrapped my arms around my bare stomach, wanting to run back to the bathroom for the shirt.

“Yeah, but that's not it, that's not it. I saw, I saw ... I saw crashing,” he was desperate, trying to state what he had seen in a manner that would make sense. Morris was trying to interpret what he was seeing. “I saw ... falling and crashing-- I saw somebody seeing through the back of his head. I don't know, I don't know ...”

Morris continued to mumble as he walked around. But suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks. He turned to look at Nick.

“Green tea! Green tea! Does that mean anything to you? Green tea?” Nick and I both shared a look. It didn’t mean anything to either of us. Neither of us were very big tea drinkers, though I enjoyed a cup every now and again.

“I don't know,” Nick shook his head. Not only did he have to deal with this, but he had to deal with a concussion. His phone rang.

“Just ...” Nick stopped whatever he was about to say and answered his phone. I moved around Pearson to Nick’s side. “Hello?”

“Who?” Nick asked, looking over at me.

“Yeah, well, I'm not alone,” Nick responded.

“Your psychic's here,” Nick told who I assumed was Grissom on the other end. Then Nick hung up the phone. He looked over at me, grabbing our weapons out of the hidden compartment by the front door. Our service weapons were back at the station, but these were our personal handguns.

“Mr. Pearson,” Nick cocked his Glock 19, handing me my steel Colt M1911A1. I took the gun in hand, feeling the familiar weight, before cocking it as well. Pearson was out of our sight. Nick motioned to the hallway. “Mr. Pearson. Mr. Pearson ...”

Nick and I walked down the hallway. Nick took the lead, even though he was injured. At this point, I assumed the Vicodin was kicking in, as most of his pain seemed to take second burner. He checked the first door, nothing. Then he looked at the backdoor, but it was still locked and chained. I waited; gun drawn as Nick looked outside.

“Mr. Pearson, you back here?” Nick called, checking the other rooms. We heard the floor creak before a thud was heard.

I pointed up at the ceiling and Nick nodded. We pointed the guns at the ceiling and walked towards the living room. My heart sank as I realized it wasn’t green tea as in the drink, but rather the floor. A green T in the center of his rug. I touched Nick’s sleeve and pointed. He let out a breath at the sight, now realizing that whatever Pearson had seen was about to occur right here.

We both stood still in the living room, listening. The sounds were still coming from the ceiling. We both had our guns trained on the ceiling and all of a sudden, the ceiling caved in. A body hit the floor in front of us as debris sprayed everywhere. Nick dropped his gun while I had plaster dust in my eyes. I heard another thump but couldn’t see well due to the tears welling in my eyes. I still had my Colt in hand.

“Oh, man. You got to ... you got to watch who you let in here,” a male said. I blindly pointed my gun at the location of where the voice was heard. “Guy was snooping around all over the place. You know, smart move. Spare gun.” The male sighed, as I just blinked the dust out of my eyes, getting a clear look at the intruder.

“Put your gun down or I shoot Nick in the face,” I sighed, and set the gun down on the floor. My eyes were finally clearing up. “Ah. Keep it right by the phone, right? Right next to your address book and, and take out menus.”

Nigel Crane, the suspect in our Jane murder, gathered up my gun and then went to the front door. He secured the front door, drawing the chain and locking the door.

“Cops are on their way,” Nick said as I stood in the living room beside him. I took in a deep breath, knowing that I would have to fight this man. I squared my shoulders, planted my feet. He went to the window and pulled the blinds down.

“You wearing my clothes?” Nick sounded sickened. I did as well – knowing that I stole Nick’s clothes for comfort. What was this guy doing? Apparently, he was assuming the identify of his victims. And that explained where all of Nick’s clothing had gone.

“Oh, yeah. I'm ...” Nigel Crane seemed proud of his deviance. “You know, I-I-I picked these up at the dry cleaners and I ... I hope you don't mind. It's just that ... I'm sorry I, I just get a little confused about what's yours and what's mine.”

“You know what? I'm a little confused here myself,” Nick and I were both confused as to who this guy was and why he was trying to assume Nick’s identity. “Uh, why don't you refresh my memory. When did we meet?”

“Sports package,” Nigel Crane sounded incredulous as he snorted. “Hundred fifty channels. I-I-I even threw in a few movie channels. Free. We-we-we talked, like, forever. I mean, it's like I knew you my entire life.”

“You installed my cable.” Nick stated, brain working on overtime. I kept myself partially hidden behind Nick’s muscular body. I didn’t like the way this man was watching me, in my partial state of undress.

“Yeah. The ... the minute I met you I knew we connected. Because you told me what you did and I knew exactly what you were talking about, because ... that's what I do. I do it, too. You know, I observe people. I-I-I notice everything about them. I watch them. All the time.”

“Like you watched Jane Galloway?”

“Jane was cool. But, um, it would have never worked out between us, you know. Never. I mean, she had a boyfriend, and she was kind of stuck up. And you know what, she would have totally, totally gotten between us. So, you know, consider that a gift,” Nigel stated. “Though you have a girlfriend.” I swallowed deeply. This man was seriously unhinged and this might end badly for us.

“A gift?” Nick spat.

“Yeah. Prom night. Your date. Melissa.” Nigel smiled, looking proud of himself. “Bent over the toilet puking her guts out. Is that ringing any bells, huh?”

“Yeah,” Nick sounded freaked out.

“You know, I mean, Jane's hair was the wrong color but, you know obviously, I fixed that. Because I know how much you love redheads,” he pointed out. I felt my face flush as he motioned for me to come out. “Like this lovely specimen. You know, you ... you mentioned her name in your sleep.”

“You watch me sleep?” I felt sickened. I had slept over a couple of times at Nick’s house, used his shower since he installed the cable. He looked down at the dead psychic on Nick’s floor.

“You, um ... you want to open him up?” Nigel sounded eager, crouching down over the body. “Hmm?”

“No, no, it's, uh ... it's not our job,” Nick shook his head as he crouched down to be on eye level with Nigel. “You should know that. It's the coroner's gig.”

“Are you humoring me, Nick?” Nigel asked, sounding outraged.

“No,” Nick shook his head, voice soft.

“You know ... we made friends that day and every time since you just blew me off,” Nigel was definitely unhinged. I wondered how much longer it would take for Brass and the uniforms to come here. “Do you know that? You just completely blanked me. You are so self-absorbed.”

“Nick is not self-absorbed!” I interjected. Nigel sneered at me.

“I was right in front of your face,” he laughed. He stood up, getting more upset. “Manners, Nick! Manners!”

“ey, now, Nigel, now we got a D.B. here, huh?” Nick was trying to placate the man, buy us both some time. “You're going to help me with the crime scene, right?”z\

“No, no, I'm going to ... I'm going to ...” Nigel pointed Nick’s gun at my face. “Give you a brand-new one. I'm going to do better than that. I'm going to give you the best you ever had. Stand up, Nick, Aria. Stand up.”

Nick and I both rose to our feet. Nigel grabbed a hold of me, pulling me into his side. I shuddered at the feeling of his unoccupied hand trailing over my flesh. I really wished I had put on that T-shirt right now, as Nigel’s hand pet my abdomen.

“Nick, you know what a nine-millimeter slug does to a skull at close range? You know?” Nigel Crane held the gun in front of Nick’s face. My eyes filled with tears.

“Yeah,” Nick swallowed hard.

“Blow it right apart, right? Brains like strawberry swirled whipped cream, everywhere. And you,” Nigel pointed the loaded weapon back at Nick. “You'd have to scoop that stuff up, right? Yeah, little pieces of skull and bone and brains. All in individual baggies with the victim's name on the label.”

“ You know I don't want to disappoint you, Nigel, but this isn't the first time I've had a gun in my face,” Nick took a determined step towards Nigel.

“How do you want this to end, Nigel?” Nick asked.

“How do I want this to end?” Nigel echoed Nick’s question. “I want you to be able to remember my name.” He jammed the gun into the side of my head. Nick lunged for the gun, the two of them struggling for the gun. Shots were fired into the ceiling.

Just then, the door burst open, battering ram through the front door. The door crashed open and Brass along with several officers rushed into the house. Their guns were drawn.

“Get down! Get down!” It was a chaotic scene. Nigel kicked me hard in the face, while struggling with Nick. I let out a grunt, feeling my cheek split open, hot blood spilling down my face. Nick managed to get possession of the gun, holding it up to the ceiling. He took a step back, pulling me back with him. We watched as they handcuffed Nigel Crane.

“Hey,” Brass said to the both of us, he put a hand on the side of Nick’s neck. The two of us were emotional at the fact that some strange man was able to violate the house. We were breathing heavy, both of us shaking with anxiety. “It's, it's done. All right?”

“Yeah,” Nick said, looking for all the world like this wasn’t done, struggling not to cry. Nick pulled me into his arms, running his hand down my back as he looked at Brass who called for some paramedics to attend to my cheek.

We were taken to the police station, where Nigel Crane sat at the interrogation room table. He was just muttering the same line over and over again ‘I am one, and who am I?’. It was honestly pretty eerie to stand in the observation room, seeing him mutter to himself.

Nick had his arm around me, reassuring himself that Nigel Crane hadn’t actually shot me as he had threatened. Catherine, Grissom, Warrick, and Sara were with us, watching this bizarre man have a complete meltdown.

“Why me?” Nick murmured. “Why us?”

“I don't think it was about you, Nick. Or Jane Galloway, for that matter. I think it was more about Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs. His premise is that social beings strive to belong. In Nigel's mind, Jane Galloway was someone he could control which was okay for a while but you ... you were someone he could actually become. See, Maslow's Fifth Tier of the Hierarchy is Self-Actualization.

“The problem for Nigel is that you would have to die in order for that to happen. Or else he would,” Grissom stated, making the hair on my arms stand on end. “He would have shot Aria and then himself.”

“Twenty-five years to life, Nick. It's over,” Sara stated, I turned to look at her as she sat on top of another table.

“It's not over for me or Aria,” Nick murmured. “It's over for Jane Galloway.”

“Well, we should get back to the lab,” Catherine stood, putting a hand on Nick’s shoulder and one on my back in comfort.

“Yeah,” Grissom agreed, standing up. Warrick and Sara also stood, moving towards the door. They all left the room, leaving Nick and I standing in the middle, watching the madman that tried to kill me and might have killed Nick in his own home. As it was – Nick’s house was now stained with the death of Mr. Pearson.

𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐦? 𝐎𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞?

Pairing: firefighter!eddie x cop!reader (fem)

Warning: light language (once mentioned ‘shit’), injury, threats, attempt arson attack, blood, reader takes a hit (stitches but NO mentions of needles) and I believe that’s all!

Summary: 118 and Y/n had been called to an accident, nothing strange. The manager of the diner said that she could smell a gas leak but they recently had that checked. Y/n asked a few questions to the manager, revealing more information. That’s when it all clicked Y/n.

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Just another normal evening in Los Angles, while patrolling. Driving in your ford suv cop car, your radio came on. And with a familiar voice (May) it spoke “dispatch 813 P28, we’ve got a call from a person who has said there was a supposed car crash at the ‘come dine’ diner on Lakewood avenue” you nod subconsciously nod “copy that dispatch, on my way.”

You put your sirens on and head start to the scene.

You pull up already seeing Athena’s car there. You park up and hop out, putting your sunglasses on, you walked over. Seeing the 118 fire engines already there, Hen and Chimney helping some witnesses that were at the diner.

“Hey, Athen, what’s it looking like?” You approach Athen. She had her hands in her pockets as she replied “looks like the driver made a run for it after crashing, Bobby said once they had showed up, driver was no where to be seen.” You hummed “that’s odd, you think they’re injured? Looks like a bad crash..”

You look at the scene in front of you. The large window of the diner has half a car doing through it. Smashed glass everywhere, tables and chairs knocked over or broken. “Well, nobody besides the get away driver seems to be in bad shape…” you look around after Athen spoke. Seeing only a couple and a mom with her child. Only minor injuries, cuts and bruises at most. You asked “you think it’s a dui?” Athen answers “I mean, possibly? It’s half six on a Friday evening..”

Athena’s name had been called, so you were left to yourself for a moment. Sticking your hands into the arm parts of your utility vest. Glancing around the scene, you saw the 118 team by the engine. You smiled and walked on over. Seeing Buck and Ravi standing next to each other while Eddie sat on the small ledge on the engine. Hen and Chimney were at their fire ambulance patching people up as Bobby was talking with other fire captains and police officers.

You approached the three guys “hey you three.” The guys look over, Buck and Ravi almost in sync “hey.” Eddie chuckled at the two then looked at you “hey, mi amor” you smiled “hey, heard of anything from here?” Buck replied “nope, just a crash… without the driver” you nodded. Eddie asked “talked to any witnesses yet?” You shook your head “just got here five minutes ago. Athena told me she already had officers asking round” he nodded.

After some chatting a person in a retro outfit approached us. “Hi um, I think there is something up with the diner..” you raised an eyebrow “what’s wrong with it? Besides the car?” The person spoke “I’m the manager of the diner, i went back in the back to my office… something is smelling real bad in there… I think it’s a gas leak, but we just had that checked not too long ago..” the guys all geared up once again and went inside. You escort the manager to the side and out of the way. You ask some questions and chat with the manager. She told you how she saw a guy running out of the car, but he looked to be unscrewing something at the back of the car.

The guys came back out, Eddie walked over and spoke “hey, it’s a gas leak, but it seems to be unscrewed and damaged like someone went at it…” you look to the manager and she replied “nobody has been down there since the handyman had been down there..” Eddie added on “yeah, somebody left a rusty old wrench down there… couldn’t have been a handyman’s wrench..”

…A rusty wrench? Nobody had been down there? Saw a guy unscrew something at the back of his car? Gasoline? No… a gas leak and gasoline? That wouldn’t cause a fire… just yet.. but it could’ve… Your thoughts clicked on…you thanked the manager for her time.

Eddie looked at you in confusion.

You quickly made your way over to the car. You mumbled “thought so…” Athena looked over “everything good, Y/n/n?” You called out “this wasn’t a simple crash… I think this was intentional” Athena walks over “what?”

“I was with the one eighteen.. then the manager complained of a smell, a gas leak, Eddie checked it out and told me it looked as if someone had purposely damaged it. Before that I was questioning the manager; she said a guy had ran out of the car. But before he fled the scene, he was unscrewing something.” You gesture to the gas cap on the car. Athena clicked on too “maybe he had some sort of match or lighter on him?” You added “and maybe he fled because he saw first responders.” You jog over to the manager, “hey sorry to bother you again, but can you tell me when you saw the guy run out the car?” The lady responded “around six twenty..” you gave her a small smile and thanked her. You then jog over to Eddie.

“Hey babe, around what time did you and the team arrive here?”

“Uhh I’d say around six twenty? Why?”

It all clicked together, “this is an attempted arson”

“Wait what? Y/n! What?!”

You jog back over to Athena, “yep, we guessed correctly, one eighteen arrived right as the suspect would’ve caused the arson.” Athena nodded and headed over to Rick and explained our theory.

You walked over to Eddie, you explained everything you and Athena had just discussed. You stood next to Eddie and now Buck. Glancing around at the crowd that had formed over the time you had been there.

You notice a guy, looked about early twenties maybe late teens. A black hoodie and dark jeans. You saw a large stain on the bottom of his jeans. He looked fidgety or on edge, more like… suspicious.

You tilted your body towards Eddie “hey, don’t make it suspicious, but the guy in the crowd, black hoodie, dark jeans, looks young 18 maybe 20 at most.. looks fidgety, he’s got a big stain at the bottom of his jeans..” Eddie and Buck glanced over. Buck replied “yeah, he seems off, huh?” You nodded in agreement. Eddie suggested “you gonna go over and talk to him?” You nodded “worth a shot..”

You casually made your way over; as you got close enough the guys saw you. He panicked and darted off in a direction. You called out “we’ve got a runner!” Athena looked over. She saw the guy running, also saw you hot on his tail. Athena started to run too, following you both.

You pressed your thumb on the radio “dispatch, this is Sargent Y/l/n, got a possible suspect of the diner accident on Lakewood avenue, he’s on the run. Male, late teens early twenties, black hoodie, dark jeans with large stain on the bottom, pale skin brown hair.” You call out “hey! You won’t be able to run forever!”

You kept chasing the possible suspect. He caught himself on his foot and miss stepped; giving you an advantage. You practically throw yourself on him, taking him to the ground. He tried to fight you off of him, he threatened “get off me, I’ll- I’ll hurt you!” You reached for your cuffs “not today, you’re in custody of attempted arson” the guy lashed out. He reached in his hoodie pocket. Grabbing a small pocket knife, waving it around as he tried to get you. You tried your best to dodge it.

Feeling a slight sting in your face, you felt blood trickle down your cheek. You look down at the guy. He threatened again “get off! I will do it again!” “You will not-”You tried to grab his wrist, sadly he was quicker.

You felt a sharp burning sensation in your arm. You see you have been stabbed, lucky for you, it was only the tip of the blade. You look down at the now ripped arm of your shirt, along with a dark patch forming against the navy of your uniform “shit…”

You heard a voice “Y/n/n!” Athena ran over just in time with two other guy police officers. You got up as the two guys took over and detained the guy. Athen looked you over “he cut you…” you nodded. “He got me in the arm too.” Athena saw the blood that started to trickle down your arm.

Athena pressed her thumb on her radio “this is Sargent Grant, we’ve got an injured officer, Sargent Y/l/n, she’s been stabbed in her arm and a cut to her cheek.” We could hear Bobby through the radio “bring her back to the scene, Hen and Chimney will take a look at her.” “Roger that, Cap.” You both head back to the scene.

Eddie spotted you quicker than anyone. He ran over, he held your uninjured arm “baby, you alright?!” You nodded “yeah, it’s not too bad, it was just the tip of a pocket knife.” Eddie still looked concerned, you couldn’t blame him.

You were now sat on the ledge of the ambulance, Hen is stitching your arm up while Eddie watched over her shoulder. Chimney asked “so you got the guy now though, right?” You nodded “after I tackled him to the ground, and his exchange-” gestures to the stab wound and cut to your cheek “-Athena and two other cops came over, they took over as Athena did a once over on me.” Chimney and Hen nodded.

Once Hen was done, you thanked her and stood up. Now only having one long sleeve on your navy uniform shirt. You looked to Eddie “see, I’m all good now, Ed, I promise..” you open your arms for him. Which he gladly walked into.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as he leaned down and wrapped his arms around your waist. He whispered “you’re a badass for taking that guy down, but still gotta be careful, love.” You chuckled softly and replied “it’s all apart of the job, besides I didn’t know he had a pocket knife on him.” He hummed in agreement.

“Well expect some tlc from Christopher and I tonight, yeah?” You smiled at his comment “yeah…” he smiled.

He leaned closer to your face, “alright, I’ve gotta head back to the station, see you in four hours?” You smile and nod “see you in four hours, my love.”

He glances to your lips momentarily, then he leans in and kisses your lips softly for a moment. Savouring your kiss, he then pulls away reluctantly. “I love you, see you later…” you smile and respond “I love you too, babe.” He waved then jogged over to the fire engine. You wave to the rest of the team before heading back over to your cop car and getting in it. Continuing the rest of your shift with one long sleeve and a new set of stitches. You pulled off and continued the rest of your four and a half hours of your shift.

All you could think about was your tlc that Eddie mentioned. Most likely a movie night in, eating popcorn or candy with your favourite boys, Eddie and Christopher…

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--༒𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝༒--

—༒𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐳 𝐱 𝐘/𝐧 𝐘/𝐥/𝐧༒—

pairing: firefighter!eddie x cop!y/n

relations: friends to lovers

summary: they both knew each other before the station, they both fought. Y/n had been the lieutenant for Eddie's platoon. So they knew each other quite well. But Y/n had to leave the military sooner than she expected due to a bad injury. What happens when Y/n sees that Eddie has joined the same station she helps out at, station 118. Y/n is close friends with station 118, as she works with Athena.

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x single mum!reader (sweetheart) 18+, Minors DNI

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Last updated: 19/6/24

Part One - Simon meets Sweetheart and Sunnie Part Two - Sweetheart comes back to base

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Simon "Ghost" Riley x single mum!reader Word Count: 3.4k Series warnings (may update between chapters): 18+, Minors DNI, single mother reader, mentions of violence, cannon-typical violence, injury description, shitty parenting (not by reader), swearing

He knew that it was pathetic. That the one and only thought on his mind as the field medics battled to patch up the gunshot wound in his shoulder was of you and Sunnie.

The 141 had been deployed to some far-flung corner of the globe, scouting for information on their upcoming, larger mission. Easy, they'd said. In and out, quiet - light work, really. But, that had gone down quicker than a lead balloon when one of the back-up guys had been discovered rooting around in the mainframes.

Thanks to Simon's quick thinking, the bullet had found a home in his shoulder as opposed to the middle of Gaz's forehead.

It was minor damage - by Simon's standards, anyway - and he begrudged the fact that they were all fussing over him. That he was likely going to have to take it easy for the next couple of weeks, at least. Then there was the fact that their op was definitely going to have to be postponed, especially now their targets had their hackles up.

So that was why he was still holed up in his quarters at the late hour of 10am, laid up under the sheets of his double bed with his good arm tucked under his head. Glancing across at his barren desk, devoid of any personal effects - much like the rest of his room - a glint of sunshine-yellow fur snagged his attention. He gazed at Mr Rabbit with a kind of reverence, a calm film passing in front of his thoughts, shutting out all of the usual, violent background noise.

He missed that kid; bold and chatty in the face of a monster such as himself.

He also missed you.

He wasn't too proud to admit it either; that he'd thoughts about Sunnie's cute mum almost every day since you'd met in the hallway. It wasn't even anything purely physical that had stood out to him at first. He'd been drawn to you like a man in the desert to water; lured in by the fiery passion in your eyes when you thought that your precious baby had gone missing - lost by her careless twat of a father,

He turned your name over again and again in his head. Thought about your perfect, plush lips moving as you said it. The way that you'd held yourself, tall and proud, hand on your hip - full of fire and...

It was that thought that finally dragged Simon out of bed, into the shower, and into some clean clothes. Once he was decent, he hauled himself into the rec room, greeted by post-workout Johnny and Gaz lounging on the overstuffed sofas.

It was no secret around the barracks that Gaz felt like shit for what had happened. He'd never been the lucky recipient of Simon's suicidal heroics before but, apparently, it was "fucking dreadful". All of the guilt and terror, and none of the actual, physical damage to boot.

Simon offered them a cheery wave but ducked straight past them before they could stop him, making a beeline for the second, much rowdier group occupying what was meant to be the 141's private room.

The secondary taskforce they'd thrown together to support on their upcoming op was gathered around the pool table at the back. That included Daniel Harper; just the man that Simon happened to be looking for.

As if sensing Simon's approach, the sergeant looked up from the game he was spectating on. "Oh hey, Ghost. How's the arm holding up, buddy?"

Simon stood, deathly still and stone-faced under the thick cotton fabric of his mask. He knew that he was intimidating - could see that familiar flash of fear in Sgt Harper's eyes. It was widely known by then that the guy who'd screwed up the op - a personal friend of Harper's - had been given the finest, public dressing down of his career by Price after they'd returned to base. Fortunately, he'd been removed from base by the time Ghost was up and prowling again. Though, the fear that he or another of the 141 might retaliate for the royal fuck-up still seemed to hang heavy amongst the secondary squad.

Sgt Harper gulped.

"Would be better if I hadn't been shot," Simon said emotionlessly.

The men playing at the pool table slowly lowered their ques. It was as if they were all holding their breath; waiting for him to do something.

Waiting to see a glimpse of the notorious Ghost come out to play.

"When's that daughter and ex of yours coming back to base?" Simon asked, tone giving away nothing of his intentions or mood.

The sergeant's expression switched to a confused one. One eyebrow raised, he cocked his head to the side. "I'm not too sure. Missus isn't too happy that I let the kid wander off."

He said it like it was an annoyance - like you were daft for not trusting him alone with your child. If anything, Simon thought you were damn right.

"Why'd you want to know anyway, Lt?" he continued, casting a glance back to his buddies with a smirk like he was about to say something tremendously funny. The look of a man who needed validation from others to feel secure in himself. "No offence, but you don't seem like the wife and kids type."

Simon damn-near snarled.

There the sergeant stood - some second-rate, low-rank tool - with no idea whatsoever about Simon's personal life or background. None of them did. He could be a family man for all they knew. He wasn't, but he could be. And - quite frankly - the dig at you, however subtle, was something he found disgusting. You were the mother of that idiot's child, separated or not, and that afforded you a certain level of respect, regardless.

The look of complete and utter calm in Simon's dead eyes shut off any murmurings before they could truly begin. "I have something of theirs. Need to return it."

Sgt Harper frowned, eyes still glittering with amusement at his own shitty attempt at humour. "Like what?"

"Mr Rabbit."

The sergeant's expression turned sour, not escaping Simon's notice. "Oh, that tatty old rag. She won't miss it." The gleam in his eyes turned to an irritated one as he added, "I keep telling the missus to stop buying her all that crap, but she never listens."

What a charmer you are, Simon thought with a sneer.

"I'd rather return it to the little one, if that's all the same to you," Simon replied coolly, letting just a hint of a threat creep into his voice.

Sgt Harper's face paled slightly and a deeply buried alpha-male part of Simon's brain purred with satisfaction. He couldn't stop the train of thought that followed; that if he were Sunnie's father, he'd buy her all the stuffed animals she could ever want. Not a helpful thought to have.

Growing impatient, Simon tapped his foot against the floor and grumbled, "So when are they back on base, Sergeant?"

He gulped, the column of his throat working with the effort. Gingerly, he said, "I could call the missus and ask her to swing by this weekend. Does that work for you?"

Simon nodded, satisfied. "That's fine by me."

Without a thank you or goodbye, Simon sauntered away from the pool table. Instead of heading back to the comfortable isolation of his quarters, however, he dropped down onto the sofa beside Johnny. Both lads were leaning forward, grinning like a pair of Cheshire cats. They'd both quite clearly been listening in on Simon's conversation.

"So... wha' was all tha' about?"

It had been weeks since Daniel lost Sunnie on base when he finally decided to man up and call you.

You'd made it clear to him that he wasn't going to see her without supervision for a while, especially not on the army base. Not that he'd seemed at all bothered by that; he didn't seem fussed at all. In fact, he'd made no effort to reach out and apologise, nor to check up on Sunnie and see if there'd been any lasting effects on her.

"Hey, sweetheart," he said as soon as the call connected. It was the same soothing, placating tone that he used to use when he wanted something from you. Recognising it set you on edge.

"What do you want, Daniel?" you replied coolly, immediately cutting through the bullshit. The sooner he got to the point, the sooner you could get on with your night.

"I was wondering... could you come to base with Sunnie this weekend?"

You glanced across to your right. Sunnie was curled up into your side on the sofa, a rerun of old Friends episodes playing on the TV as background noise. You'd been reading a book, now left forgotten, pages-down on the arm of the sofa in favour of scrolling through Tiktok on your phone.

Thankfully, your daughter had been okay since her adventure in the army barracks. In fact, she seemed to have almost forgotten about it, apart from talking incessantly about her new friend - Simon. She'd even started telling the other kids in her reception class about how Mr Rabbit was on holiday with the "big army man", as she called him.

But, most importantly, she didn't even seem aware that she'd gone missing for any period of time that day.

You exhaled a deep sigh. "Yes. But she's not staying there overnight."

"Okay, that's fine." There was a pause, and you could hear Daniel tapping his foot against something on the other end of the line. "Did you, uh... did you know that Ghost has been asking after you?"

Your brow furrowed. Who the fuck was Ghost?

"Who?"

"The 141 guy who found Sunnie," he grumbled, getting audibly pissy. "He kept asking me when you'd be back on base. Wants to give some stupid stuffed toy back to my daughter."

Anger seethed in your chest. The hand that wasn't holding your phone clenched into a fist at your side. Burning hot rage lanced through you, soothed only by running your fingers through Sunnie's hair. She stirred softly, reaching out a tiny hand to grab your leg - as though she were making sure that you were still there.

In her other hand, she clutched a rose-pink stuffed dragon - the ears, wings, and spines along its back glittering softly in the light of the living room lamp. Her chosen replacement in Mr Rabbit's absence.

Your heart ached as you watched her. That was another reason why you dreaded Sunnie having overnights with her father; his attitude towards childhood in general.

His parents had never let him have a proper one of his own - that much had been evident from the day you'd met them. Despite all of the reassurances that he'd given you when you'd gotten pregnant - placations of being better, of reading up on soft-parenting techniques and the like - he'd done nothing but mirror his parents' shitty attitudes since the day Sunnie was born.

He didn't believe in giving her toys that weren't educational ones, or letting her babble; constantly snapping at her to speak properly, even though she rarely babbled unless she was excited or tired. It had been one of the many reasons why you'd split up. Though there hadn't been a shortage of those.

"Daniel, I will say this one last time: our four-year-old daughter's toys aren't stupid," you said through gritted teeth.

He muttered something under his breath, clearly in the mood to argue. Before you could ask him to repeat himself, he said, "Oh, I see how it is. Any excuse to get back at me, huh? Think you'll get there by fucking the Lt? Go ahead - he won't go for it."

You blinked, stunned. Where the fuck did that come from?

"The guy's a fucking sadist," Daniel spat, saying your name to emphasise his point before jumping straight back into his unsolicited rant. "Don't want your or my daughter anywhere near him. I mean it. I won't stand for it."

Instead of dignifying any of what he'd just said with a response, you hung up. That was one bonus of being separated - you didn't have to listen to his rambling bullshit anymore. By the time you'd carried Sunnie to her room down the hallway, changed her into her favourite PJs and settled her into bed, you'd missed five calls from Daniel.

Padding back into the living room, you sat back down in your spot and closed your book. Not in the mood to fight with him, you opened up your messaging app.

You: Daniel, leave me alone. You: I don't want to talk to you right now.

Not even a minute later, your phone pinged with a reply.

Your fingers itched to open the app and have a look but, instead, you rolled your eyes and slid it across to the far side of the sofa. Whatever he had to say could wait for the weekend.

"Sunnie, come on!" you yelled, standing at the foot of the stairs with your hands braced on your hips.

Several loud thuds on the ceiling marked Sunnie's path upstairs as she bolted across her playroom.

"Sunnie! Hurry up or I'll leave without you!"

And that kicked her into action.

Within a matter of moments, Sunnie was bounding down the stairs - wearing her favourite dress with little bees stitched into the fabric, and a pair of bright pink trainers. She looked adorable, dead-set on looking good for what she deemed to be a playdate with her newest friend.

It had been all she'd talked about since you told her the other morning.

It had been Simon this, Simon that ever since.

Before long, she was strapped up into her car seat, ready for the journey to the base. Her chosen stuffed toy of the day - Mr Rabbit's mint green twin - was clutched in one little fist as she sat in the back, babbling away to herself. You couldn't help but smile; egged on by her excitement.

You weren't too proud to admit to yourself that you'd been more than a little excited to go to base too.

You'd been thinking about the tall, muscular giant of a man who'd found your daughter more and more recently - especially when you were alone at night. You found yourself drawn to the memory of that deep, baritone voice, those bright hazel eyes, and his odd choice to hide behind a balaclava; something that you could only assume was a safety or privacy thing. The taskforce was meant to be top-secret - perhaps that was how he maintained his anonymity.

Or maybe it was something else entirely.

"Mummyyyyyy," Sunnie's drawn-out whine came about fifteen minutes from the entrance gate.

You rolled your shoulders back, glancing up at the rearview mirror to check that she was okay. Content that she was fine, you flashed her a smile. "You okay, baby?"

She nodded and you quickly turned your focus back to the road. "Mummy, Simon said he looks funny."

You hummed softly under your breath.

"Did he, princess?" you asked absentmindedly.

A frown formed on your lips. Sunnie always had very big emotions. She felt everything; hid nothing. All of her emotions were worn on her face as and when she felt them and - while it made her an open book - it also meant that sometimes things ate at her. Like watching you and her dad argue, or when another child in her class felt upset about something.

She was the most caring, sweetest soul you'd ever known, and you were proud to call her your daughter.

"Maybe... maybe he just needs to be reminded that he'd beautiful," you suggested softly, not wanting to upset her any further. That maybe he'd never been made to feel pretty before, as a gruff, giant soldier.

You glanced in the mirror to watch Sunnie's face light up, her smile luminous. "Okay, mummy."

And that made you smile too.

"Ghost, you've got someone here to see you!" Price's gruff voice announced from the other side of his locked door.

Simon startled.

He was standing shirtless in front of his bathroom mirror, mask chucked on the side of the sink as he examined the healing bullet wound in his shoulder. He'd started going to the gym for morning training sessions with the boys again, and he'd managed to strain it a little. Nothing serious - the stitches had held - but the skin around the entry wound was a little red and tender to touch.

"Uh... coming!" he yelled back.

As quickly as he could with his injured arm, he tugged his black t-shirt back on and pulled his balaclava down over his head. Leaving the bathroom, he made a beeline for the door, stopping only to grab Mr Rabbit from his perch on the desk.

Simon undid the lock, swinging the door open to be greeted by...

A small, compact weight hurled itself at his knees, almost taking his legs out from under him.

"Sunnie!" a soft, feminine voice said admonishingly. He didn't even have to look to know that it belonged to you.

With a deep, throaty chuckle, Simon lowered himself down to his knees and pulled Sunnie in for a slightly awkward, one-armed hug on his good side. To his delight, she wrapped her arms around his waist and tightened her grip as much as her little body could manage.

"Mister Simon!" she squeaked.

"Hello again, princess," he said, running a fingernail along the seam of the stuffed rabbit's ear with his free hand. When she finally pulled away, he handed the toy back to the little girl. "I think this belongs to you."

Sunnie squealed with glee, pulling the sunshine-yellow rabbit into her arms for another bone-crushing hug.

"Hey, darling," Price said, his voice reminding Simon that there were, in fact, other people in the hallway around them. A gaggle of new recruits were staring at them, wide-eyed and awestruck, watching the feared Ghost interact so wholesomely with a small child. Price's eyes were focused on said child as he held out a scar-flecked hand. "How about we go and find you some ice cream?"

John looked to you for approval and you nodded, smiling kindly.

Dropping down to press a kiss to Sunnie's forehead, you told her to behave herself for the captain then watched as he led her off in the direction of the rec room. Only when they'd left your sight, did you finally turn your attention to Simon.

He could've sworn that his heart stopped beating in his chest as you fixed him with your warm gaze, lips curving up into the most beautiful, genuine smile he'd ever seen. The feeling didn't ease as your rose back up to your full height - still comically small beside him - and extended a hand for him to shake. He took it, wincing slightly at the feeling of his callouses scraping against your baby-soft skin.

"Hey, Simon," you said, still having yet to break eye contact. "It's nice to see you again."

He released your hand, easing back a half-step. He didn't know what to do; what to say now that you were right in front of him. He just stood awkwardly, trying not to stare at your mouth as he grumbled, "Nice to see you too. I, uh... I didn't know you'd be coming to see me."

His throat worked as he swallowed, the scent of your perfume lingering pleasantly in the air. It was nerves - honest to God nerves - that he was feeling.

Pitiful. Weak. Pathetic...

"I wanted to properly thank you for what you did last month," you explained.

Everything in your expression was open. He wondered if you knew just how similar you were to your daughter in that regard.

"We didn't get much chance to talk last time, and Sunnie talks very highly of you," you continued, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes. "You might be on your way to becoming her favourite person."

Simon could feel himself blushing under the mask. "Well... that's a first."

You chuckled. "Befriending a lost little girl who's wise beyond her years?"

He shook his head. "Being someone's favourite."

He'd meant it in a self-depreciating jokey kind of way, but the look on your face made him regret it. You looked fucking horrified.

"I- sorry. Didn't mean to make it depressing," he said with a grimace.

A long moment passed before you shook your head, that beautiful smile gracing your lips once again. Looping an arm through his uninjured one, you nudged him in the ribs.

"I think we should go and find somewhere in this place that does some decent coffee," you said cheerfully. "Something tells me we've both got a lot of stories to tell before Price brings Sunnie back for her playdate."

Preening at the sight of you so close to him, Simon grinned under the mask - the mention of this playdate completely sailing past his comprehension. "Sounds like a plan, sweetheart."

a/n: I'm a simple woman with simple tastes: I just want to see Simon in a tiara, playing tea parties with Sunnie :) Maybe I might make that happen in part 3... - lapetitelapin :)

smoke you out.

| just a random cheating fic I wrote about Eren stealing Connie’s girl 🫣 |

Cw: smut, cheating, bf!Connie, lots of dirty talk (eren has a filthy mouth 🫦) dry humping, riding, biting, sorta mating press, unprotected sex, cream pie, squirting, tummy bulge, hair pulling, scratching, fluids, pet names, etc. fem! shy sub reader & dom!Eren. (pretty good amount of plot though ☝🏽) (also it may not seem like it but the reader is def black 😭)

word count : long asf 😭

sn : I don’t know a single thing abt smoking fr so my apologies if the lingo is inaccurate 😭

part 2 🤩 : breakfast <3

You tripped over your little feet as you tried to keep up with your boyfriend Connie. He didn’t pay you any mind at all as he dapped up his friends at this house party gathering. Your feet were starting to hurt in your cute Mary Jane shoes. As you tripped, Eren caught your arm before you could embarrassingly fall on your face.

You sheepishly looked up at the tall, clearly high male. “sorry..” You muttered softly. “You’re good, little one.” Eren hummed as he let you go. You blushed and scurried off, finding your boyfriend again. He was finally not moving anymore, sitting in the kitchen with all his homies, smoking and drinking.

You honestly hated when he dragged you to these parties because it really wasn’t your kind of environment, and it wasn’t like he stayed by your side or made you feel welcome at these gatherings. Honestly, sometimes it seemed like Connie could care less about you with the way he ignored you and constantly forgot about you. But it was also confusing because he was super overprotective and possessive of you at times.

You were just his obedient pretty little girlfriend that followed him around but that role was getting tiring. despite disliking these parties, all of Connie’s friends always made you feel safe and welcomed so it wasn’t too bad. You stood quietly beside Connie, drinking water and fanning second hand smoke away from your face as he enjoyed his time with his friends.

His friends acknowledged you occasionally which was nice, but everytime you tried to talk to Connie he’d dismiss you or give half ass replies. You sighed and gave up eventually until you had to use the restroom. “Con, can you walk me to the bathroom please?” You asked him sweetly as you tugged on his sleeve. “Eh, why can’t you go by yourself princess?” He asked as he directed his attention towards you.

“Because I feel uncomfortable going alone with all these people I don’t know..” You told him, you felt like your stance was valid. Connie sighed, “I get that but you should be fine baby, everyone knows you’re my girl so I doubt they’ll bother you.” Connie said as he took another hit from his blunt. You pouted, “But..” you started but Eren interjected. “I’ll walk with her.” He offered.

“Look at that sweetheart, you got yourself a volunteer. Thanks bro.” Connie chuckled. You huffed softly and rolled your eyes at Connie’s nonchalant attitude, you honestly would rather just walk alone at this point. But you made your way through the crowd of people with Eren and up the stairs.

“thank you for walking with me even though you didn’t have to.” You said gratefully to Eren with a sigh, sulking a bit still over Connie and his lack of care for you. “No problem. I know Connie can be a dickhead sometimes.” Eren shrugged honestly. Your eyes widened at his words as you stared up at him. Eren chuckled at your reaction, “What? he’s my bestfriend. I can freely insult him. Just as he’d do to me. It’s all love you know?” Eren chuckled.

“I guess..I’d never insult Connie though. He’s a great boyfriend even though he has his faults.” You defended, Eren snorted in amusement. “Whatever makes your pretty head feel better.” He shrugged. You used the restroom and to your surprise Eren waited outside the door for you the whole time. “I-..you didn’t have to wait for me.” You stammered. “What’s the point of walking you if I don’t wait on you also?. I don’t mind it.” He said.

He had a point to be fair. “true..thanks again though.” You said. As you two began to walk again, you stumbled once more, these shoes were really starting to be your enemy. “You okay?” Eren asked you. “Yeah, these shoes are just a little uncomfortable.” You sighed as you tried to adjust the shoes.

Eren observed you before he suddenly picked you up, you yelped in shock, eyes going wide as you hit Eren’s shoulder. “Eren! What are you doing?!” You exclaimed. “Relax, I’m just tryna help” He said as he carried you back into the bathroom. He sat you down on the countertop and sat down in front of you before grabbing your foot gently.

He slipped off your shoe and that’s when you saw the bleeding bruise on the back on your heel. “Oh..” you mumbled. “You didn’t notice this until now? Wasn’t it painful?” Eren asked as he looked up at you. “It was..but I didn’t think it was that bad.” You muttered honestly. Eren sighed, “You should be more careful, or buy more comfortable shoes.” Eren said as he began to clean the blood. You hissed at the sting and kicked Eren by accident, he didn’t budge though, focused on treating you.

This was such an odd predicament you were in. Eren had paid more attention to you in a few minutes than your boyfriend did in months. You didn’t know why Eren was being so caring to you but you were soaking it up since you lacked it lately. “I would’ve worn my comfy shoes if I knew I was gonna be chasing Connie around again..” You muttered with a sigh.

Eren didn’t comment on that. You just observed Eren as he treated both of your heels. You never noticed his full appearance until now, his low bun with loose hairs framing his face, his low red eyes and sculpted nose, his black sweats and black tee combo with a small chain, the small studs in his ears. Eren was gorgeous to say the least. “Don’t look at me like that or I’ll do something bad and you’ll regret it more than me little one.” Eren said as he gently placed some bandaids he’d found on your bruises.

You were caught off guard by his words, starting to blush. “I-I didn’t mean to stare so much..I’m sorry.” You said as you hid your face in your hands out of embarrassment. Eren chuckled and pulled your hands away, “It’s okay sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize to me. I don’t mind you staring, but I meant what I said. I don’t have much self control.” Eren hummed as he stared into your eyes, his hand caressing your calf making you squirm a little.

“I uhm..” You truly didn’t know how to respond, chewing on your lip as you struggled to find words. Something about Eren’s vague words and the way he looked at you made you feel weird, the energy didn’t seem appropriate. “We should get back with the others.” You managed to say. Eren chuckled, “You’re right…or we could ditch them and hang out? I prefer smoking privately anyways. I could smoke you out real good too.” Eren suggested with a sly grin.

You stared at Eren in shock again, “Connie would kill me! Also I don’t smoke much.” You blurted. “He’s not even worried about you. plus you’re with me, his bestfriend and he trusts me. You seem like you have a low tolerance so I can still smoke you out even if you don’t smoke much” Eren hummed.

You chewed on your lip again as you pondered wether to accept Eren’s offer. Everything he said was right, and you knew Connie wasn’t looking for you or even thinking about you at the moment. You also knew that you’d be miserable following Connie around more. “okay, I’ll go with you. but let Connie know, I don’t want him thinking anything weird.” You said.

Eren subtly rolled his eyes, “sure, I’ll inform your master” Eren teased. “Hey! He’s not my master!” You huffed with a pout. Eren laughed, “You follow him like a little puppy though. You know I should start calling you pup, has a nice ring to it.” Eren only teased more, laughing harder when you kicked him this time on purpose. “I’m just loyal to my boyfriend.” You muttered with another huff as you crossed your arms.

“I get it. I’ll stop teasing. Let’s go little one.” Eren chuckled as he helped you down from the countertop. You slipped your shoes back on and then you and Eren left and made your way to his car. Eren wasn’t planning on informing Connie of shit, he felt like it was none of Connie’s business what you two were up to, to be honest.

He only told a small lie so he didn’t feel too bad about it. Once y’all got into his black vintage mustang, Eren turned on the radio, rnb starting to play lowly in the background as Eren began to roll up. “You smoke papers sweetheart?” Eren asked as he grinded his weed. You stared at him completely clueless, “…I don’t know, what’s papers? I just smoke whatever Connie gives me.” You said honestly.

Eren chuckled, “These are papers, they’re white. They aren’t brown like rellos. I smoke joints, not blunts. Although I don’t mind either. Also don’t say no shit like that ever again, don’t just smoke whatever is given to you. Make sure it’s safe first and that you know exactly what it is.” Eren said seriously suddenly. You pouted, feeling like you just got scolded a little. “I trust Connie though..but I get what you mean. I’ll take your advice.” You said, understanding his point.

“Good Girl. You can watch me and see exactly what you’ll be smoking and all the steps.” Eren hummed. Your brain short-circuited a bit at the sudden praise, hearing Eren say that felt nice..really nice and it made you want to hear it more. Those feelings felt wrong though so you pushed them away. You watched Eren closely as he rolled up; placing the grinded weed into the papers, setting it straight and then running his tongue along the seams before closing the joint.

You unconsciously clenched your thighs seeing Eren lick the joint, you didn’t know why a sight you’d seen many times suddenly seemed so attractive. “You have a tongue piercing?!” You blurted after spotting the little ball. Eren chuckled, “I do, got it a few years back. You must’ve been paying real close attention to notice that” Eren teased a little.

“I wasn’t looking that hard!” You defended yourself as you blushed slightly. Eren laughed, “You’re so damn cute, fuck.” Eren said while shaking his head as he laughed. Your eyes went wide at that comment, now blushing a lot. It was extremely flattering hearing that from someone as attractive as Eren and it made you shy.

You composed yourself though, trying to act as if the small compliment didn’t effect you as much as it did. “Did it hurt when you got it?” You asked him out of curiosity, going back on topic. You watched as Eren placed the joint between his lips, lighting it with his lighter, the flame casting a glow on his face and highlighting his features.

He inhaled, holding it for a few seconds before he exhaled with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. It was honestly the most mouthwatering sight you’d ever witnessed. Suddenly you had zero thoughts, just solely focused on Eren. “Mhm, it hurt but mostly during the healing process. I like pain though so I didn’t mind it.” Eren hummed.

His words broke you out of your sudden trance. “You like pain? That’s weird.” You said, not fully understanding how someone could enjoy pain. Eren chuckled, “Eh, it feels good. To me at least.” He said as he handed the joint to you. You tried to take a hit, immediately going into an embarrassing coughing fit. “That’s not how you do it sweetheart, you’re too harsh with it, relax I’ll help you.” Eren laughed softly.

Eren then grabbed the joint from your hands and held it up to your mouth. “Open.” He instructed, humming in approval once you listened. He gently placed the joint between your lips, holding it there. “Close and inhale slowly.” He continued. The two of you stared into each other’s eyes as Eren guided you step by step. This wasn’t your first time smoking at all but you liked how attentive Eren was, you couldn’t get enough of it.

“Hold it.” Eren hummed as he pulled the joint from between your lips. “Now exhale slowly.” He said, pressing his fingers into your slightly puffed out cheeks as you obediently exhaled the smoke into his face. “Good girl, such a good listener.” Eren praised again with a small grin as he gently stroked your chin, underneath your bottom lip.

You almost let out a whine at that, Eren’s words and his presence was starting to affect you more and more by the hour. You were trying your best to ignore it but you wanted him so badly that it was getting hard to contain. “What did I say about looking at me like that?. Little one..it’s like you’re trying to tempt me.” Eren said, his eyes low and holding a look that seemed as if he wanted to tear you apart.

Truth be told, Eren always wanted you. He always had his eye on you ever since Connie brought you around. He knew that he paid more attention to you than Connie ever did and that he could treat you better. But you were always glued to Connie so Eren never made any moves. He knew it was kinda fucked up to be interested in his bestfriend’s girl but he couldn’t care less. He was no better than Connie to be honest.

“I-I’m not! I don’t mean to look at you like that..I don’t even know how I’m looking at you.” You fumbled over your words as you blushed brightly. “You’re looking at me as if you want me to fuck the shit out of you. Is that what you want sweetheart? Want to feel me in your tummy?” Eren said, continuing to smoke nonchalantly as he stared at you. You whined at his lewd words, your thighs squeezing together.

“Don’t talk like that! that’s inappropriate, and I’m with Connie.” You exclaimed. Eren rolled his eyes, “I don’t need the reminder, I know that. You say it’s inappropriate but you’re clenching your thighs and whining like a slut at the thought of me inside you. You want it so badly, don’t you?. Want me to stuff your little cunt?” Eren teased.

You let out another whine, you were honestly so wet by now at his words. You felt so ashamed that you wanted another man, especially the man that was closest to your boyfriend. “eren…we can’t..” you muttered, tears filling your eyes as you pouted up at him. “shh, it’s okay little one. don’t think about Connie just for a minute and answer me. Do you want me?” Eren asked as he cupped your face gently.

You chewed on your lip as you nodded honestly in response. “Use your words for me baby.” Eren hummed as he lightly pulled at your bottom lip with his thumb. You let out a shaky breath, “I do want you…so badly.” you finally admitted truthfully as you looked into Eren’s eyes. He grinned hearing that. “I want you too baby, more than you even know. You wanna sit on my cock?” Eren hummed.

You nodded and basically pounced on him, as if you hadn’t had any restrictions about this whole thing at all. You suddenly didn’t care anymore as you climbed onto Eren’s lap, straddling him as the two of you began to kiss messily and needily. Eren gripped your hips as you began to grind down on him like you were in heat, whining and whimpering into his mouth.

You sucked on Eren’s tongue, making him groan and buck his hips up into yours. You were so wet that a wet spot was already starting to form on Eren’s sweats. “please~” You whined as you broke the kiss, your small hands tugging at the strings to Eren’s sweatpants eagerly. “you can go ahead baby” Eren hummed as he left opened mouth kisses on your neck.

You untied his sweats and pulled them down, his hard cock coming out dribbling precum. He was so big, veins running along the sides of his cock. You wanted to drool at the sight. Eren bunched your skirt up around your waist, pushing your panties aside before he began to run his tip up and down your slit. You were a whining mess, your thighs trembling already from how sensitive and needy you were.

“so fucking whiny and wet. You’re already soaking my cock pretty baby and I’m not even inside you yet.” Eren gritted out. You only whimpered in response, your nails digging into Eren’s shoulders. Eren positioned himself and pushed the tip in, letting you sink down onto his cock as the both of you moaned in unison.

“so big…” you whined shakily as Eren bottomed out. “Mhm, you feel me in your tummy baby?” Eren asked as he placed his hand on your stomach, pressing on the bulge imprint his dick made. you moaned at the feeling and nodded, your eyes fluttering shut as your pussy gushed around Eren’s cock. “fuck..” he swore under his breath.

Once you adjusted you began to ride Eren, bouncing on his cock effortlessly as you moaned and whined nonstop. Eren was just as noisy as you were, groaning into your neck as he licked and bit at your skin. “n-no marks ‘ren” you managed to stutter out in your already fucked out state. Eren didn’t like the sound of that at all, growling in response. He understood why you said that but he just didn’t care.

“You’re mine and I’ll mark you as much as I want to. Because to be quite honest sweetheart I don’t give two fucks about your little relationship.” Eren said honestly as he began to suck harsh bruises onto your neck. You whined, Eren’s words were shocking to you but they also turned you on so much that you couldn’t even bother to fight against it. Your fingers tangled in Eren’s hair as he marked you up like he had something to prove, sinking his teeth into you and making you hiss in pain.

“hurts~” You whimpered, tears in your eyes from the intense pleasure of Eren’s dick hitting your sweet spot at just the right angle and because of the stinging pain. “I know baby” Eren hummed as he ran his tongue along the bite marks and bruises to soothe the sting. “Feel so good around me sweet girl, should’ve fucked you sooner.” Eren moaned as he fucked up into you, matching your pace.

Eren bit his lip as he looked at where your bodies connected, the white ring around his cock and the amount of slick coating his trimmed pubic hairs. “shit..I don’t think I’m ever gonna pull out.” Eren muttered, mesmerized by the sight of your cunt swallowing up his thick cock. By now the car reeked of sex and weed, the windows were all fogged up, the radio was still playing sensual rnb tunes lowly in the background but you and eren had tuned it out at this point and neither of you had a clue what time it was.

“you gonna let me cum inside you baby?” Eren asked as he began to rub circles into your clit making you cry out in pleasure, your seamless bouncing stuttering a bit. “you shouldn’t..” You whined as you finally opened and focused your glazed over eyes enough to look at Eren. He looked delicious, his hair damp and the strands sticking to his forehead, his bun a complete mess from your constant tugging.

His lips swollen and red from the kissing and his work of marking you, your nails marks on his neck and shoulder blades, his pupils dilated and his eyes dazed. You couldn’t look away from him. “Mm, I shouldn’t but I want to so so badly. Wanna fill you up so good princess. You want that don’t you?” Eren said as he kissed your cheeks and pecked your lips. His sweet gentle kisses and tone of voice was such a contrast to how his dick was abusing your cervix and how his hands were gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

It was making your mind all hazy and it wasn’t helping that your orgasm was approaching, that coil in your stomach tightening as Eren played with your clit. “I do wan’ it, want you to fill me up. Please~” You whined, your words slurring as you rocked your hips and clutched Eren’s shirt between your hands. The lewd wet sound of skin slapping and your combined moans filled the car. You looked even more fucked out than Eren did.

Thighs coated in both of your fluids, drool at the corner of your lips, eyes rolled and fluttering, head titled back with your hair sticking to you, hickies and bites covering your neck and collarbone, dried tears on your cheeks, clothes disheveled. Eren thought you looked beautiful and he was completely enamored by you. “fuck, you’re perfect. I’m gonna fill you up so full baby and I’m gonna make you mine. Fuck Connie.” Eren rambled as he fucked up into you.

Eren repositioned his arms underneath your knees, holding you up and sitting himself up further as he folded your legs up and pressed you against the steering wheel. the steering wheel pressing into your back was a bit uncomfy but the new angle Eren was fucking you in was heavenly, had you seeing stars. You don’t think you had ever been fucked this good, not even by your own boyfriend.

“m’ gonna cum~” You whined out, sobbing in pleasure and scratching down Eren’s back underneath his shirt as you felt your orgasm about to burst. “you can cum sweet girl, make a big mess for me.” Eren hummed as he placed kisses on your chest and boobs. Eren’s own orgasm was approaching too, his thrusts getting more uncoordinated and rougher as he chased it.

After a few more thrusts of Eren hitting that spot that made your toes curl, and the friction of his pubic hairs rubbing up against your clit you came with a loud moan of Eren’s name. Squirted all over him as your pussy clenched and unclenched around Eren’s cock. Eren groaned at the feeling, his eyes rolling back as he fucked you through your orgasm. “shitt sweetheart. so fucking messy, fuck!” Eren moaned as you soaked him in your climax.

It didn’t take long after for Eren to cum after you, whimpering into your neck as he filled you up with ropes and ropes of his cum. Eren hadn’t cum this much in his life, stuffing you to the brim as some of it poured out the seams. Eren’s thrusts slowed and he eased back into a proper seating position with you still sitting on his dick, twitching and whining as you were completely fucked out.

Eren took a moment to breathe and process the situation and you had dozed off, completely exhausted as you fell into a deep sleep on top of Eren. You looked so peaceful and cute it made Eren grin and he couldn’t help but to sneakily snap a picture of you before pecking your forehead. Eren checked the time and realized you two had been at it for almost three hours. It was 4 in the morning now.

“Jesus..you milked me dry little one.” Eren muttered while shaking his head. Eren started the car back up and began to drive, not bothering to move you or to pull out since he didn’t want to wake you. Eren knew he fucked up by sleeping with Connie’s girl but he couldn’t bring himself to regret a single second of it.

birthday sex. toji fushiguro x fem! reader. (nsfw)

mob boss/ club owner toji😩 x fem! reader.

word count: 1.4k

porn with plot if you squint.

You were in a bar celebrating your birthday when you laid your eyes on the VIP area of the bar where you saw a tall, muscular man surrounded by bodyguards carrying firearms. He immediately piqued your interest.

It was dark but you could see his highly defined cheekbones and a scar on his lips. The man looked dangerous but that just made him more appealing to you.

Your friend nudged you when she glanced at the man you were staring at. She warned you to stay away from him and told you about the man. His name was Toji Fushiguro and he was the owner of the club. He was rumored to be a part of the mafia.

Your eyes glimmered with excitement as the information made you want him even more. You reassured your friend that you wouldn't be involved with him. You downed a shot of vodka and pulled her towards the dance floor.

The loud thumping of the music along with the sweaty bodies grinding on each other gave you an excited thrill as you thought over your plan. The ambient lighting in the club illuminated your face as you swayed sideways with your friend.

You could feel someone staring at you. You glanced in that direction and noticed the man you were admiring earlier, Toji Fushiguro.

You locked your eyes with him, moved with the beat, and winked at him. He smirked, raised his whiskey glass towards you, and downed the entire glass. You giggled at his gesture and blew him a kiss.

You turned your head away and danced along with your friends, seemingly forgetting about the man.

Toji shook his head and chuckled. He got up from the VIP area and walked over to you. The entire club paved the way for the man. You and your friends were in a blissful drunken bubble and didn't notice the man who was coming in your direction and continued to sway your hips. Your back hit someone’s chest which made you stumble.

The person embraced you with his arms and nuzzled your neck. His breath tickled your ear making you shiver.

You turned around, still in the man's arms and your eyes widened at the sight. Toji fushiguro was dangerously close to your face.

“Hey doll,” He crooned, his eyes glittered in amusement at your reaction. You squeaked and tried to move away from his grasp but that just made his hold on you even tighter.

“Yer really gonna walk away from me after givin’ me that show huh?” His deep voice sensuously whispered in your ear.

You mumbled something unintelligible and wrapped your arms around his waist. His hands found their way to your hips and he smoothly moved with the sensual music. You glanced at the man towering over you who seemed to act nonchalantly while holding onto your hips and dancing.

Your one hand was snaked around his waist and the other slowly inched its way to the nape of his neck. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a searing kiss. He was intoxicating, he smelled like cinnamon and his lips tasted of whiskey that he was drinking earlier. You moaned into the kiss as his hands roamed all over your body.

“Wanna get out of here?” You managed to speak as you broke away from the kiss.

“If that's what ya want hon,” Toji shrugged and replied with a smirk. You linked your arm with his making him chuckle.

“Let me say bye to my friends.” You ordered and glanced around the room until you were able to locate your friends. You waved them over with a grin. You were about to go in for a hug with one of your guy friends but Toji threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and began walking to the lift. You mouthed farewell to your friends with an apologetic look on your face.

You hit Toji’s back as you grumbled about how it wasn't fair. He just chuckled.

The lift stopped with a ding and toji carried you and chucked you on the bed. He got on top of you and leaned in for a kiss. One of your hands traveled to his hair and pulled on it as your other trailed over his clothed body.

“Take them off,” You breathlessly spoke. He ignored you and dipped his tongue into your collarbone. You let out a needy whimper as he bit your collarbone.

You grunted and pulled him off you and got on top of him. “Hope you don't mind me tearing off your clothes,” You mumbled as you grabbed the unsheathed dagger lying innocently on the nightstand.

You tore off the upper half of his suit and threw the dagger away. You got off the bed and swiftly moved in between Toji’s legs. You pulled his zipper down with your teeth and dragged his pants down.

Toji patted you and grabbed onto your hair and pushed your face towards his crotch. You whined as your face was smothered in his crotch. You wanted to suck him off. You licked his clothed cock making him grunt. “Let me take this off hon,” He spoke as he impatiently tore off his boxers with his bare hands and then slapped his cock on your face.

You let out an eager moan as he rubbed the tip of his cock on your lips. You kissed the tip and gave his dick kitten licks.

“Yer such a minx,” He groaned and shoved his cock into your mouth. You try to take all of him but you're physically unable to. Toji pulled you closer, slamming his cock at the back of your throat making you gag. His hands played with your hair twirling them with his fingers.

“Good girl,” He praised as you increased your pace and diligently sucked on his cock.

Your jaw was hung wide open and you could feel saliva dribbling on your chin.

He let out a grunt. “M’bout to cum. Swallow it all kay?” He raspily spoke as he came with a sigh. You swallowed all of his cum and showed your empty tongue to him.

“Good job hon,” He raked his fingers through your hair as he praised you. You blushed at his praise. Toji picked you up and placed you on his lap. He tore off your dress and matching lingerie set, causing you to gasp audibly. “I just bought these,” You whined.

Toji gruffly spoke, “I’ll buy you ten more.”

“Aww really?” You excitedly asked. “But these were super expensive,” You added a minute later with a sad look.

“Baby, do you know who I am?” Toji softly asked. “Kinda?” “Well, then I’ll let you know I have a lot of money to spare so don't worry about anything when you're with me.” He firmly assured you. You nuzzled your face into his chest.

“Sooo are we gonna fuck or what?” You asked a second later while giggling. Toji chuckled, “If ya want.” He wrapped his massive hand around your throat and brought your face closer to his. His teeth tugged at your lower lip and swept his tongue inside your mouth.

Your hands roamed all over his body, tracing his scars and tattoos. His well-toned but rough scarred body felt amazing to touch. He gently laid you on the edge of the bed. He ran the tip of his dick on your entrance, teasing your clit.

“Enough with the teasing!” You muttered in frustration. He chuckled and thrust his cock inside your pussy. You let out a needy moan as he slammed inside you.

Toji placed his hand on your cheek in a soothing gesture. You leaned into his touch as he praised you, “Yer doing amazing. My good girl.” He moved inside you at a relaxed, slow pace.

Your moans pushed him to an edge as he began to fasten his pace. His hand made its way to your clit and fervently rubbed it. You cried out at the absolute pleasure you were experiencing.

“M’gonna cum,” You shrieked as you clung to Toji. Beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you panted loudly.

“Cum for me darling.” As soon as he spoke those words, you came. It felt like a rush, your entire body quivered as you came.

Toji came a minute later, shooting his cum on your stomach, and slumped next to you.

“Do you want to marry me?” You questioned, your voice short of breath. He snorted. “At least take me out to dinner first,” He joked.

“So is that a yes?” You quipped. “We’ll see.” he drawled. You let out a contended sigh as you closed your eyes.

Toji got up and got a wet rag and cleaned your body off as you slept. He wrapped his arms around you and fell asleep with a smile on his face.

Milky

the way I’ve been thinking about this man and i don’t even watch jjk, ughhh i love dilfs

husband!Toji x F!reader

summary: a month after you had your baby, you’re lactating and toji can’t help but to taste…

warnings: you already know that if it’s toji it’s gonna be nothing but FUCKING. we got lactation, creampie, nipple play and more! minors dni and i mean it!

your breasts were looking bigger than before and you had to thank your child for that. ever since you had got pregnant with your baby, your breasts have doubled in size. and after you gave birth they had gotten more full due to you producing milk. they had became more sensitive too, even the slightest brush against them would cause your supply to leak. even although you were hesitant about the change in your body, you had slowly grew to like it. you loved your stretch marks that were painted on your skin and the glow that stayed even after your pregnancy.

but, you weren’t the only one loving the change to your body. your husband couldn’t keep his hands off of you. he loved your pudge, the stretch marks that were all over your ass and most of all he loved your boobs. he made sure you felt loved during this time too and never judged your for how your body changed either.

the three of you were currently at your close friends house. they were throwing a barbecue and you decided this would be the perfect time for everyone to meet your newest edition. you were wearing a yellow sundress that accentuated your curves. you looked how you felt, beautiful. toji couldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole time you guys were there either. every time you moved his eyes followed and he could feel himself harden when you leaned down to pick up your baby, which gave him a view of your full and perky breasts.

“damn toji. don’t pounce on her, she just had a baby!” gojo joked, catching his friend stare you down. toji chuckled and looked away, trying to make himself relax so his boner would go down. “when was the last time you guys had sex?” gojo wondered, having no filter with his question. well, that’s just how gojo was, blunt and nosy. Toji sighed and picked up his half empty beer bottle, sipping what was left, “we hadn’t. i didn’t want to do anything with her ever since she had the baby. i wanted her to enjoy being a mother before doing things with her.”

toji had respected and loved you so much. he loved that you carried the love that you two shared into the world and wanted to give you space once the baby came into the world. yes, he wanted to have you around his cock every single second, but he knew that this beginning stage was very crucial for you and he did not want to mess it up. “damn could you marry me too?” the white haired male joked earning an elbow from toji, before he got up to go get them more beers.

after handing your small child to their godfather, nanami, you made your way over to the cooler as well; needing a cool drink to help beat the sun’s rays. as you dipped down in the cooler another hand met yours and you looked up, meeting gojo’s blue eyes. you smiled and grabbed your drink, before he pulled you into a hug. but, when you feel the coolness of his drink accidentally sweep over your nipples, you immediately pulled away and held yourself as you knew what would follow next.

toji immediately noticed what happened and before he could even reach you, you quickly walked away and into the big house behind you. he quickly turned to gojo, anger over his face as he wondered what the hell did he do to his wife. “nothing! i swear” but little did he know that he actually did.

toji quickly followed behind you, searching the house until he found you in the bathroom, standing away from the door with the top of your dress pulled down. his dick hardened in his pants as he watched the white fluid leak from your breasts. you moaned softly as milk continued to spill out from your nipples and onto your glowy skin. your nipples were overly sensitive and due the coldness from gojo’s drink, it had caused them to rapidly leak.

hearing you moan and the sight in front of him was enough for him to take you right there. he closed the door behind him, startling you, but you softened when you saw that it was your husband. “toji~” you spoke but was cut short from a moan leaving your lips. he said nothing, walking over to you before he reached up and fondled your breast. this time you moaned louder, which made you bite your lip in response. he wasted no time and brought both of your leaking nipples into his mouth, sucking and swallowing the sweet milk that flowed out.

you were a little worried though, not about having enough milk for the baby, but about if you were ever going to stop leaking. the more toji swirled his tongue around your perky buttons, the closer your orgasm came. “baby…~” you breathed out, your hand latching onto his raven colored hair, letting him know that you were close. he fondled your boobs more while he continued to drink your lactation, nibbling softly on your nipples as your climax approached you. your eyes rolled back as you squeezed your thighs together, cumming right in your spot.

milk poured out more heavily and he drank every last bit as you rode out your explosive orgasm. a ‘pop’ sound echoed once he removed himself from your nipples, droplets of milk evident on the corners of his mouth which he happily licked up. “taste so sweet~” he whispered, pulling you into a kiss, letting you taste what you created. his hands reached around your lower back, pushing you into him causing you to feel his boner.

“look at how you got me….shit!” he groaned when he felt you palm his cock through his pants. you rubbed and massaged his cock, feeling it slightly twitch underneath his pants. he whimpered and parted his lips from yours, “please….”. you said nothing and instead grabbed one of his hands and slid it underneath your dress, with no panties he was able to feel how soaked you were. you were beyond ready. you pushed him to the closed toilet a few feet away, kicking off your dress and sandals before you hopped on his lap.

toji finally freed his boner from his pants, letting it’s thickness spring to life and his mushroom tip to almost his the top of your pussy. wasting no time, you angled it and slowly pushed him inside. he held your hips tightly, groaning from the sensation. it’s like after you had a baby you became even more tighter than before. but, he didn’t mind stretching you out again. once he was all the way inside, you slowly rolled your hips making his cock stretch you just the way it used to, his tip teasing your spot.

hearing you moan his name once more was a sign for him to start moving. he gripped your ass and brought his hips up each time you moved, making a suction sound go off while your skin met each other. “filling me up so much—missed this cock~” you said above a whisper, holding onto his shoulder for support as she began fucking you at a faster pace.

each time his balls hit the base of your cunt it sent flutters inside of you, making you clench tighter around him. “fuck—so f-fucking tight” he groaned and grabbed both of your ass cheeks, spreading them apart, bringing you down harder on his cock. you yelped out in response and collapsed on his chest while he drilled you harder. the more he fucked you the more harder it became for him to control himself.

he was fucking you so hard and deep, yet it felt so good. so fucking good that your breasts started to leak against him in response. the mirror in front of him showed him everything, the way your pussy clung to his cock and the way your slick started to stick and create cream made him go insane. “daddy, you’re so…..—deep~” he was on your spot each time he thrusted into you, making your orgasm come quicker and harder than before. his cock twitched inside of you, signaling that he was close behind.

you lifted up off of his chest and placed one of your boobs into his mouth, which he quickly latched onto, allowing him suck the milk that spewed out from your nipples. his pace got faster and he was now fucking you harder than before, you were surprised that the two of you didn’t break the toilet. “make me cum all over your cock—yes” you persuaded, looking down into his eyes and watching him drink up all of your milk.

the pit of your stomach exploded and washed all over your body, which resulted in you babbling his name as you came all over him. toji continued to fuck your cunt silly with his own orgasm right behind yours. and with a few more pumps he pushed your hips down, emptying his warm load inside of you. your milk drowned his tongue, spilling out the sides of his mouth and running down his face; your orgasm still as intense just like when you first started.

finally coming down from the the high, you pulled away from him, your breathing both in in sync with one another; as you stared at your husband with nothing but love. you needed this so badly and your body thanked him for it. he helped you stand up and get redressed, fixing himself up in the process before you two left the sex filled bathroom.

while the two of you walked back to the backyard where nanami and gojo were entertaining your baby, toji pulled you close and whispered into your ear “im going to put baby number two into you tonight”

A pussy is better than a pillow

Pairing: Male Werewolf X Female Bunny Hybrid

Summary: Bunny Hybrid wakes up hot and decides to go for a walk. She returns home to find her werewolf husband has started his rut and is taking his pleasure in her pillow.

Warnings: Smut, Breeding kink, Knotting, Overstimulation, Precum licking? If you think of more, message me and I will add them.

Word Count: 1800+

Waking up in your husband's arms was one of the best feelings in the world. Or at least it was on most days. Today you wake much earlier than you usually would because of the heat your husband radiates. Being a werewolf, he always runs hot and normally you love it but today it is overpowering and you quickly get out of bed.

You throw on his discarded shirt from last night and make your way out of your cottage for some fresh air. The sun is just starting to show over the trees surrounding your home and the air is still crisp and cool. Deciding to walk amongst the trees you can’t help but smile thinking of how far you and your husband Conall have come.

While inter-species relationships were not unheard of, they weren’t very common. It was even less common for species that were considered predator and prey. As soon as you caught Connal's eye at a bar your friends warned you that a werewolf was not a smart match for a bunny hybrid like you. They said it was dangerous and would never work but you couldn’t help but feel drawn to him.

He towered over you at seven and a half feet tall. He had broad shoulders and large hands. He was covered in muscles. His face was all sharp angles and his eyes practically glowed gold. Just his looks alone had you getting wet but when he finally saw you alone and spoke to you for the first time, you thought your pussy might actually make a puddle on the floor. His voice was deep and rough, caressing your long ears in a way that almost made you moan.

He had your heart, body, mind and soul from that night on. And luckily you had his. It has been almost 2 years since you met and you are happily married. Conall had bought you a secluded cottage in the forest so you wouldn’t be disturbed and because he wanted you to be safe. He wasn’t taking any chances with his little bunny as he always told you. You couldn’t be any happier.

Realizing how far you had wandered from the house you turn to start making your way back, hoping Conall was now up. You had a lot you wanted to get done today. Conalls rut should be starting in the next day or two and you want to make sure you are fully stocked on meals. His rut lasts about three to four days and always takes the energy out of you both but you love it.

As you enter your home you begin to head into the kitchen when you hear your husband groan. Immediately you change directions and head toward your bedroom. Opening the door you feel your cunt flutter around nothing as slick begins to form.

Conall is on his knees on your bed, his huge cock is thrusting into your pillow which he has folded in half. You watch, completely transfixed and he lets out moans and groans only interrupted with growls in between. His cock has released so much precum the pillow looks glossy and your mouth salivates at the thought of tasting him.

Your head feels almost numb as his scent surrounds you. Your juices are starting to drip onto your thighs, creating a sticky mess. Your cunt clenches almost as if trying to remind you how empty it is right now and how bad you need to feel his cock stretching you open. Unable to tear your eyes away from your husband's cock you don’t even realize he is staring at you until he speaks.

“There’s my little wife. Want to tell me why my bunny wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up? Does she want to tell me why I had to resort to fucking her pillow instead of her needy little pussy, all because she wasn’t in my arms when I woke.” He says with a growl, his strokes never stopping or slowing.

It takes you a minute to formulate a response, your fuzzy brain hardly able to focus on anything except his cock. All you manage to say is, “I woke up and you were so hot so I decided to go on a walk to cool down”.

He pulls the pillow away from his cock and tosses it at the others by the headboard and with 2 long strides he has crossed the room and picked you up. He doesn’t hesitate in getting you on the bed and ripping his shirt off of you. You feel the gush of slick at his strength and dominance and even your little bunny tail twitches in excitement.

He pins you down on your back with your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half as he thrust his cock between your puffy pussy lips, coating himself in your arousal. He groans and says, “Did my dumb little bunny ever think that the reason I was so fucking hot was because I was starting my rut? That she was leaving me here without her pretty pussy to deal with it all alone?”. You whimper in response, barely able to focus on his words with the way the head of his cock taps your clit with each of his strokes over your cunt.

“It’s ok baby. I forgive you. I know your little bunny brain can’t think that far ahead. That’s why you need me right. To take care of you and breed you. Give you some pups to take care of and keep you occupied while I take care of everything else”. You just nod, moan, and try to push your hips up harder into him. Trying to get more friction on your weeping pussy.

He gives you a smirk before flipping you over onto your stomach. He drags your hips up and gives your ass a firm smack causing you to moan. You brace yourself on your hands as you wiggle your hips in front of his crotch, finally breaking that last bit of restraint he had. He enters you with one long and hard thrust causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain.

His thrusts are hard and fast, not giving you a single moment to catch your breath. The stretch alone is so good you cum and gush on his cock. The fast and sudden orgasm causing you to scream his name as he fucks you through every clench and pulse of your pussy, releasing groans but never stopping his motions. You whimper as you feel his knot smacking your entrance on every thrust.

Conall reaches over your head and grabs your pillow that he was fucking before. He places the pillow in front of you on the bed, before grabbing the back of your neck and shoving your face down into it. You inhale as much as you can and you are overwhelmed with the scent of him. The majority of the pillow is coated with his precum and shines in the light streaming through the window. You turn your head to the side to breathe better and feel the sticky liquid coat your cheek.

Conall gives a small laugh and growls out, “come on baby. I know my little bunny whore loves the taste of me. Stick out that little tongue of yours. I want to see you lick up all my juices that were wasted because you decided to take your little walk this morning”. You obey immediately and begin licking him off the pillow. Your pussy clenches at the depravity and even Conall moans at the sight. You repeat the action of licking and swallowing until the pillow is clean of him. You almost cry when it’s gone, missing the taste of him on your tongue.

You can feel yourself right on the edge. His thrust hitting that spot inside you so perfectly and brutally. You know you won’t last much longer when he gives your little bunny tail a harsh tug. You let out a silent scream as you are thrown off the edge. You cum gushing all over his cock and he gives one hard thrust pushing his knot inside of you and locking you both together. Conall lets out a loud growl as he begins to fill you with his cum. It goes on and on until you feel like you physically can’t take it anymore.

He moves the pillow from in front of you and lays you down flat on your stomach, all while staying locked inside of you. He lays himself over you, bracing himself on his forearms so he doesn’t crush you completely. You both take a few moments to catch your breath before you turn your head to give him a lazy kiss.

You know he will be ready to go again soon, his rut won’t let either of you rest for very long so you take this moment to just enjoy each other lovingly. As your body relaxes and melts into the bed he starts giving your floppy ears little nips with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue. You let out a small moan and he smiles before gently rocking his hips down.

His knot is still far too swollen to be able to truly pull out of you and thrust back in but he gives short thrusts and grinds into you, pushing your lower body back and forth on the bed slightly. You whimper and go to move a hand down to your clit to block some of the friction and reduce the overstimulation that was setting in.

Before you could slide your hand where it was needed, your husband takes both of your hands in his and pins them to the mattress on the sides of your head. You whimper but he just grinds down harder. Your swollen and overexposed clit drags firmly across the sheets with every stroke and the painful pleasure quickly is becoming too much.

“That’s it baby. I want to feel your tight little pussy squeezing my knot. I know my perfect little whore can take it. Let me feel you baby.”, Conall says continuing his torture of your overfull pussy and abused clit. He gives another harsh thrust at the same time he clamps his sharp teeth down on your neck and your whole world explodes. Pleasure surrounds every nerve in your body as you clamp down on his knot and gush over his cock.

After what feels like an hour but was probably only a few minutes, you come back down to the sensation of Conall soothing the bite on your neck with his tongue, giving little kisses in between licks. You are still fully locked on his cock and probably will be for at least another hour. You snuggle further into his body as you start to feel yourself succumb to sleep. You feel yourself surrounded by his overly warm body once again and know when you wake up in a little bit, you are in for even more pleasure. It’s going to be a long few days and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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A Warriors Welcome Home

Pairing: Male Orc X Female Reader

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex, Overstimulation, Slight dacryphilia kink, slight breeding kink, Creampie, Size kink, Squirting, Excessive cum

Word Count: 2144

With the rising tensions between the humans and orcs, war was inevitable. Unfortunately that meant your husband needed to leave your village to fight. Krogak was a fierce warrior and a leader to his men. He took pride in his fighting and although he didn’t want to leave you, the war gave no option. You spent eight months praying and yearning for your love to return. Your prayers are finally answered when the front door of your home is slammed open and your husband walks in.

Krogak wastes no time bringing you into his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. His mouth covers your own as his tongue slides between your lips, groaning when you suck on his tongue. He rips the dress off your body with ease, too impatient to untie the laces. He sheds his own clothes just as fast before he pushes you on the bed.

His mouth devours you and makes love to your pussy while his hands roamed your body. His large hands run along your torso, taking time to caress and squeeze your breasts. He moans along with you as you writhe beneath him. Each pull of your stiff nipples shooting pleasure to your clit. The sensation is enough to pull your first orgasm from you and he groans as your sweetness floods his mouth.

He doesn’t give you a break as he shifts his hands to your plush thighs, gripping them in his hands and pushing them up to your chest. His mouth continues to lick and suck on your lower lips, his tusks rubbing against the sensitive skin of your pussy and thighs. You move your hands from where they had been clutching the furs beneath you, trying to push him back slightly as the overstimulation sets in. Krogak growls and the look he sends you is enough to have you stop pushing him away. “Try and keep me from what is mine again and I will tie you down for hours while I get my fill of you”.

His words only cause more desire to flow through your body and you can’t help the loud moan that is ripped from your throat as he pushes one of his thick fingers inside of you. The overstimulation quickly fades into pure need at the penetration and your hips buck upwards needing more of him. He grins and works your body like only he can. Pulling moans and whimpers from you with ease. His large tongue teases your puffy clit as he inserts a second finger, stretching you open.

He moans against you as your cunt clenches on his fingers. Tears gathering in your eyes as you say, “Please Krogak. Please, I need you so bad. I can’t take it. I need you inside me, filling me. Please!”

“I need to stretch your perfect little cunt wife. Your pussy hasn’t been split open on my cock for eight months. I need to prepare you again before my cock. I can’t break your little pussy just when I’m getting it back”.

You cry out, back arching as he curls his fingers slightly, rubbing your g-spot relentlessly. His thick tongue licks and teases your clit. He pushes a third finger inside you and you scream out his name. Your hands move to the back of his head, tangling in his hair. Your hands can't seem to decide if they want to pull him away or push him closer. Your hips have no such issue deciding as they thrust up, trying to ride his tongue as well as his fingers.

He looks up and meets your eyes and he gives your clit a gentle bite and you're seeing stars. Your back arches harshley off the bed as your thighs close around his head. Your juices soak his hand as well as his mouth and you can see the smile on his face as your orgasm fades.

Your legs are still shaking when he dips his head to start feasting on you once more. You manage to stop him with your hands and he gives you a warning look. “Please Krogak. I need to feel your cock. I will let you taste me all you want tomorrow but tonight I need your cock inside me. I need to feel your cum coating my empty womb. Fill me husband please! I cannot wait any longer.”

Your words seem to break his resolve and he eagerly makes his way up your body. Krogak places your legs over his shoulders and lines his thick cock up at your entrance. You look down between your bodies and admire the sight of his cock. His cock is a slightly darker shade of green that the rest of his huge body. Your orc stands about eight feet tall and has the body of a warrior. His cock perfectly matches the rest of him. His tip is already leaking and your mouth salivates at the thought of tasting him but you know he probably won't allow that until tomorrow, after he has gotten his fill of your cunt.

He thrusts his hips forward, not penetrating you but coating himself in your arousal. Your eyes snap back to his and he gives you a loving smile, leaning down to kiss you. As his tongue slips between your soft lips his cock thrusts inside your needy cunt. Despite your desperation for him inside you, you are very glad he worked you open on his fingers first. Even with the preparation it is a stretch.

He pushes until he is completely filling you and you both seem to release the breath you were holding. His forehead rests on yours as you take a moment to get used to the fullness. You open your eyes to see his eyes are clenched shut as he fights to stay still. You can feel his cock throb in need and lift your lips to give each of his tusks a small peck causing him to open his eyes and look at you. You give him a small nod and he groans, pulling his hips back until only his tip is inside you before slamming back into you.

He sets a fast and brutal pace and it is almost embarrassing how quick you are on the edge again. One hand clings to his muscled shoulder while the other tangles in his hair. Moans and whimpers escape from your lips as he fucks you within an inch of your life. “Fuck don’t stop. Please don’t stop”, you beg. He groans at your words and his thrusts become harder.

You scream out his name as your cunt clenches down on his cock, pulsing and milking him for his seed. You squirt around his cock and your husband growls as your orgasm drags him with you. His cock spurts his cum deep in your womb and you can’t stop the tears from sliding down your cheeks. Krogak groans at the sight as he continues to spill inside of you, grinding his hips into your body.

“So fucking perfect. My Perfect wife and her perfect little pussy. Look so beautiful stuffed full with my cock. All for me. Never fucking leaving you for that long again. Don’t think I could survive without your cunt again”. You smile at his words and cling to him, finally feeling at peace for the first time in months.

You both just bask in each other's presence for a moment needing to feel close. Eventually your legs begin to ache slightly from being folded in this position for so long and you slide them off his shoulders. He doesn't let you move them far before he grabs them and wraps them around his hips. He leans his face down to yours and begins to kiss you once more. With the size difference between your tongues, it is more like he is fucking your mouth with his tongue and you cant deny how hot you find it. You involuntarily clench down on his cock and he groans at the feeling.

That's when you realize that despite just cumming, your orc is still fully hard. Now he typically has amazing stamina and can go many rounds in one night but there's usually at least a little downtime, but right now it doesn't seem like he intends on taking a break.

You let out a noise of slight protest as he begins to slowly thrust in and out of your overworked cunt again. He pulls his tongue out of your mouth and says, “ I know baby. I know you’re sensitive but I can’t stop. Fuck I can’t… I just need you so bad. Need to fill you up. Need to feel your pussy cum on my dick again. Need to fill your womb with my baby. Need to keep fucking you… don’t think I can ever stop fucking you”.

You scratch your nails down his back and moan at his words. His thrusts speed up and each stroke of his cock fucks more of his cum out of your stretched hole. You feel it sliding down your ass and creating a puddle under you on the bed. Your inner thighs are aching from being spread open for so long and you try to adjust them to a more comfortable spot.

Ever observant, your husband notices your squirming and pulls out, admiring your gaping and leaking cunt for only a moment before flipping you onto your stomach. Your body lies flat with your legs together as Krogak kneels and straddles your thighs. He places his hands on your upper thighs right below your ass and spreads you open just enough to see your cunt. He wastes no time before sliding back into you.

The new angle sets every nerve in your pussy on fire and he begins thrusting rapidly. The tip of his dick bullies your sensitive g-spot on every thrust and any overstimulation is quickly forgotten as pleasure overwhelms you. Your orc continues fucking you into the matress and you can do nothing but take it. Your pussy is now in the puddle of cum and your little clit slides along the slick fur which each of Krogaks thrusts.

You try to thrust back against him but he just pins you against the bed with one of his hands. His other hand is brought down to smack your shaking ass and you clench at the sensation. “I love this ass almost as much as I love your pussy. Tommorow I’ll make sure to fuck your mouth and your ass. Make sure each of your holes get used to my cock again. Fu-fuck but today… today is just for your pretty pussy. Have to make sure your needy little pussy gets her fill first”.

He lays over the top of you, supporting the majority of his weight on his elbows as his thrust pick up and begin to lose some of their rhythm. Your hands reach out to grab onto his arms and you dig your nails into his skin as you begin crying from the pleasure again. You let out a sob as he fucks your entire body into the mattress. His hips slamming into your ass and in turn slamming your swollen cunt into the wet puddle of cum with each thrust.

The feeling of being completely filled by him while being completely surrounded by him pushes you over the edge and you cum, screaming his name. Your pussy spasms around his cock rapidly and you feel gushing wetness between your legs as you lose consciousness.

When you come to, you are being held up against your orcs chest with one of his arms. He is using the other one to pull the ruined fur off the bed before tossing another onto it. He gently places you down on the bed and covers you with the new fur when he notices you are awake again. He gives you a soft smile and nuzzles his head into your neck for a moment, leaving a small kiss there before sitting back to look at you once again.

You give him a tired smile and he says, “I missed you wife”. You can’t help the exhausted giggle that you let out replying, “Really? I couldn’t tell”. Krogak smiles with a shake of his head and gives you thigh a light smack. “Still such a smart ass I see” he says.

You pull him to lay with you, shifting to lay your head on his chest as you reply, “You know you love me”. He places a kiss to the top of your head saying, “I do. Now sleep little wife. We have more catching up to do tomorrow and you will need all the sleep you can get”. You curl into his body and head to his command as your tired body relaxes, finally at home in your orcs arms.

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Orc x Reader x Minotaur

Hi guys! This was commissioned by @anjhope1, I hope you guys like it! It was fun to write and something new for me to try. Commissions for short stories will be closed until after my finals but the monster match options are still open on my ko-fi! NSFW 

You have just finished up another long shift at the hospital and are on your way to see your boyfriend. Drew is an orc and the two of you have been together for years, meeting and dating very young. You haven’t had much time for each other lately and now that you finally have a stretch off of work you can’t wait to see him. You stop at his favorite food place and head to the bar he manages, excited to give him the attention he deserves. It’s loud and bustling with people but you’re unbothered, heading to his office. 

It’s locked, which isn’t unusual. No bother, you have a key. “Hey babe!” you chirp out as you open the door. When you look up though, your heart breaks. Drew is sitting in his chair with an orcish woman on top of him, unclothed and bouncing on his lap. They both snap their heads to you and Drew’s face drains of color. He pushes her off of him and is clearly panicked, calling out your name. You drop the bag of food and run out of the building as quickly as you can. 

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The Nanny: Part One

Attn: So I whipped this up last night 👀 clearly have no self control lol. But you all showed some interest in this so I figured why not! It’ll be a bit of a slow burn so be patient with me. I hope y’all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,635

Pairing: August Walker x Curvy OFC Giovanna Cappozzo (Gia/Gigi)

Warnings: child abandonment, angsty August

August Walker had shit luck… or so it seemed to him anyway. At a young age his father passed, leaving his mother to raise him herself. Nothing against his mom, Nancy. She was and still is a great mom, but it’s hard not having a father as one could imagine. August thought maybe he’d turned out alright. He got a job in the CIA, met a nice woman whom he married, and then the two of them had a baby girl. His little girl Fiona, was everything to him, but after her birth things fell apart between him and his wife.

“Wh— what do you mean? I can understand you not wanting me anymore, but what has she done to deserve this?,” he spat, hurt filling his heart for his precious daughter. “I just… I want to live my life. I don’t want to be a mother. She constantly needs something and it’s annoying. You keep her,” his soon to be ex wife, Lauren, replied, so he did. He couldn’t believe anyone could ever give up such a precious thing, but during the divorce Lauren signed her rights over to their daughter, and he hasn’t seen her since.

For eighteen months of her little life he’d been caring for her with the help of his mother, being that she was the only woman in his life he could truly trust, but now his shit luck has reared its nasty head. His mom needs a hip replacement, which isn’t exactly ideal for anyone in this scenario. His mother is terrified and in pain, and August is in turn worried sick about her. Then there’s the minor detail of who’s going to care for Fiona now when August is away.

“I’ll look into a nanny service, someone who can be live in,” Nancy tells him. August sighs deeply, not particularly keen on another person invading his space, but he knows it’s the best idea they have. “I can be at the interviews if you like,” she adds. “I need you there, Mom. Aside from me, you’re all Fi has. Your judgement is important to me,” he tells her. “I’m sorry this is happening. I try to take care of myself Auggie. I just—,” she says near tears. “This isn’t your fault, okay? And you’re still going to be involved as much as possible. Whoever we decide on will have to understand that”, he says. She nods and soon after begins the search.

They interview several woman, none of which are satisfactory to August. The first one keeps calling him daddy, making him cringe, the next keeps talking about how expensive his house is, making him think she’ll steal from him, the next keeps looking at him with “fuck me” eyes, and the list goes on and on. “Maybe I should just find a different job,” he says one night over dinner. “But you love your job,” Nancy reproaches. “I do but really is it worth all this?,” he questions.

“Dada,” Fiona says. “Yes Sweet Pea?,” he says. “Dink?,” she says holding up her empty cup. “Of course,” he says taking it from her. He fixes her some water before returning to the table. “We have one interview tomorrow. I have a good feeling. Let’s just give it a shot,” Nancy says. “Alright,” August agrees. That night he when puts Fiona to bed he reads her a story as usual before placing a kiss to her little forehead. She’s sound asleep at this point, but August stays awhile, just watching her. “I sure hope your nana is right about this next one,” he says before heading off to bed.

The next day August and Nancy set up mid morning tea while waiting for the next candidate to arrive. When the doorbell rings Nancy goes to greet her, brining her into the living room. “Please sit,” she says kindly. August looks up and sees what he can only describe as the second sweetest face he’s ever seen, next to Fiona’s of course. She’s got a round face, and these black rimmed cat eye glasses that sit in front the deepest brown eyes that have this ring of green about the edge of the irises. Soft, full lips, olive skin, and her hair is a mess of curls that sits just past her collar bones.

“I’m August Walker, Fiona’s father. Would you like some tea?,” he blurts out. “Sure, Mr. Walker. I’m Giovanna Cappozzo. My family and friends mostly call me Gia, for little ones it’s usually Gigi,” she says before taking a sip of her tea. “So Gia,” Nancy begins. “Yes ma’am?”, she questions. “You have quite the impressive résumé. Degree in early childhood development, cpr certified and first aid training including choking incidents, speaks three languages, and a minor in literature,” Nancy comments. Gia nods politely.

“Can you swim?,” August asks. “I can. I was a lifeguard in my teens actually,” she states. “What are your hobbies?,” he then asks. “I like to read, crochet, and I like cooking. I’m a bit of a foodie,” she says. “Would you consider yourself responsible? You won’t forget things?,” he asks. “I do, and not usually. I try to maintain my calendar to keep things in order,” she says. “Organized,” he comments. “Yes. I like being organized to the best of my ability,” she replies. “Do you mind playing? Play is really important for development,” he says.

“Of course,” she says. “The last lady we interviewed said she “didn’t play,”” he says. “Not very nanny like in my opinion, but it’s really not my place I suppose”, she responds. “You were with your last family how long?,” he questions. “Five years. Their child went to kindergarten this year so they no longer needed my services,” she says. “I know it’s several years away, but it’s possible may need you longer than that. I travel for my work. Is that doable?,” he says. “It is. I don’t have any other clients lined up,” she tells him.

“Mom what do you think?,” he asks Nancy. “I think she’s more than capable,” Nancy replies. “My mother is really important in my and Fiona’s life. She’s been helping me care for her until now but she’ll be having a hip replacement soon, so she’s no longer able. It won’t be an issue for you that she’s still as involved as she can be will it?,” August asks. “Not at all. I think it’s great to have involved grandparents. If you’re away after her surgery I’d be more than glad to take Fiona to see her,” Gia replies.

Just then the baby monitor crackles, Fiona waking up from her nap. “Why not let them meet August?,” Nancy then says. “Mom I—,” he begins. “You’re considering hiring her, yes?,” she questions. “Maybe,” he says, still a bit hesitant. “Let them meet while we’re all here, if that’s alright with you?,” Nancy says to Gia. “Only if Mr. Walker is okay with it. I’d love to meet her though,” she says, catching August’s eye. “Okay,” he nods tersely before going to get Fiona.

When he brings her out it’s like he’s gone and grabbed a tiny, softer, feminine version of himself. “Maybe a new friend,” Gia thinks she hears him murmur. She hugs on to her father for a moment before wanting to be put down. Fiona turns and looks at Gia before walking directly to her and making grabby hands. Gia picks her up and sits her in her lap, where Fiona quickly cuddles into her. “Hey pretty girl. So sweet,” she coos. After a moment she leans back and looks at Gia before looking at August and pointing to her. “That’s Gia,” he tells her. “Gigi,” she says.

“That’s right, smart girl!,” Gia tells her, making her smile. She claps her little hands together before getting down and holding a hand out to Gia. Gia takes it and Fiona pulls at her hand until Gia sits on the floor. “A minit,” Fiona says before leaving the room. She comes back with an armful of toys. “Froggy,” she says handing her a stuffed frog. “My boks,” she says showing her some blocks. “Read me,” she then says handing Gia a copy of Goodnight Moon. She sits herself in Gia’s lap, and Gia’s graciously reads her the story.

When she’s done Fiona stays there, showing her how she plays with her blocks. “Dada,” Fiona then says. “Yes sweetie?,” he says, and Gia can’t help but notice how much his eyes soften when he looks at his baby girl. “A dink, a nack,” she tells him. “Of course,” he replies. He comes back with her sippy cup and a bowl of strawberries for her. “Tank,” she says. “You’re welcome,” he tells her.

After playing awhile Nancy takes Fiona outside to play so Gia and August can talk. “I’ve looked over your terms, they’re reasonable, your salary is more than fair, and my daughter likes you. I need you to understand something though,” he says. “Okay,” she replies, anticipating what he’s going to say. “My little girl is the most important person in my life. I know some parents say this, but truly I’m willing to die for her, to kill for her. If anything happens to her—,” he says before Gia stops him.

“When that baby girl is in my care she’s as good as being my own child, Mr. Walker. I assure you, I will care for her to the best of my abilities, and if anyone ever tries to hurt her when I’m around, they’re going to wish they’d never met me,” she tells him. He nods before leaning back in his seat. “I guess all I need to know now is when you can start,” he then says. “As soon as you need me,” she replies.

Best Friend's Dad!Harry

best friend's dad!harry x reader - forbidden relationship au

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, smut, age gap, cheating, lying, angst, breeding kink

Song to listen to: Illicit Affairs (you guys have said over and over again that this song fits this series perfectly and I couldn't agree more)

note: should be read from top to bottom in order (unless noted that can be read as standalone)

Let Me Show You (6.3k words) - can be read as standalone

How your illicit affair with Mr. Styles began

Desperate (3.6k words) - can be read as standalone

A party at the Styles' house + sneaky bathroom sex

The Big Tease (7.8k words)

Some heavy teasing leads to you giving in to Mr. Styles

Not Fair (6.5k words)

Harry suggests something to you that blows up in his face *angsty*

He's Not You (7.8k words)

The aftermath of Harry's bright idea has some downfalls and he didn't expect to feel this way.

Liar (6.1k words)

Harry's wife suspects something is going on but she doesn't know what. Harry can't stay away from you and you don't want him to.

More of You (5.1k words) - can be read as standalone

Harry's at your place for a couple of days and you're enjoying having him all to yourself.

Crush (3.5k words) - can be read as standalone

A flashback: When your feelings for Mr. Styles morph from just finding him attractive to a full on crush you feel a little guilty. But then when he shows more than just a friendly interest in you at Fae's 22nd birthday party you two become close and eventually ebb on inappropriate, but you can't seem to stop.

Magic Spell (5.3k words) - can be read as standalone

A raucous Halloween party turns naughty when you and Harry find a hidden room at the Baylor mansion.

Under His Bed (4.5k words)

Harry invites you to stay at his house for the night and the following morning you both get an unexpected visitor.

Relax (4.9k words)

Fae asks you something that you aren't prepared to answer. You and Harry discuss what to do next.

Here's to Us (6.4k words)

A quick little weekend getaway is sweet and romantic. You reveal something that makes Harry do something a bit out of character.

Homewrecker (7.2k words)

The one where you and Harry finally come clean to everyone. Featuring an angry Fae, a spiteful soon-to-be ex wife, divorce terms, and lots of tears.

The Warning (4.5k words)

You and Harry are trying to heal after coming clean to everyone and Mrs. Styles comes to you with a warning.

A Little Naughty (3.3k words)

Your parents invite Harry to come with you for Christmas and you feel a little bit naughty after everyone's in bed.

Best Valentine's Day (4.2k words)

It's Valentine's Day and Harry's got something special planned.

Intuition (3.4k words)

Harry's got a surprise for you.

Must Be Nice (3.4k words)

You and Harry feel like everything's coming together perfectly. You're both getting all the things you wanted. But when you run into Fae while shopping and she notices something new about you, it bursts your little happy bubble.

The message blurb (453 words)

Fae unblocks you.

MORE TO COME!

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The Shadow and The Passenger: Part One

Attn: So I hadn’t expected to be writing Walter but a nonnie request kept coming back to mind so here we go! It’ll be a series since I’ll need time to flesh it out and all. Just a forewarning that the themes in this are a bit heavier than what I usually write, abuse and DV primarily. If that’s not for you I understand.

Word count: 1,828

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Curvy OFC Callie Russell

Summary: Walter happens upon an unconscious, battered woman in the woods.

Warnings: 18+, suspected domestic violence, injuries, fear

It was a crisp morning, the beginnings of autumn starting to peek out. In Minnesota it doesn’t take long for autumn to turn into full blown winter, so as he’s been doing since the cooler air had fallen, Detective Walter Marshall leaves the comfort of his cozy cabin in the woods for a morning walk. People often find him irritable, or off putting, but truly he just mostly likes being by himself. The day to day he deals with is overwhelming at times, so he has little patience for people. That’s why when this two bedroom, two bath cabin had become available he readily bought it.

His daughter, Faye had liked that it had a loft as well so soon after buying it he’d converted it to a bedroom with an en-suite bathroom for her. It was the perfect place to call home, to find peace. But today, his peace would be short lived.

He walked out into the woods a bit further, leaves crunching beneath his feet all beautiful hues of red, orange, yellow, and brown, when he noticed something out of place. A steak of blonde hair so bright it was nearly white shone through the other colors. When he approached he found that the hair belonged to a severely battered, but still breathing woman. “Shit,” he muttered while checking her pulse.

He found that to be in order as well before scooping her up and quickly carrying her back to his cabin. She’d only been in a flimsy T-shirt and underwear, with no shoes, so if she wasn’t, she was likely close to being hypothermic. He sits her on the couch gently before going to get a small cot to put as close as he can to the fire place. He lays her there before moving quickly to get a bowl of warm water. He grabs a rag and dry towel so he can both clean and dry her in tandem, wanting to be able to better assess her injuries.

She’s got a black eye and busted lip for sure, probably dehydrated, but worst of all are her poor feet. They’re tattered to bits from her walking through the woods without shoes. “What happened to you sweetheart?,” he asks softly to himself. He’s seen the worst of the worst, but if he’s guessing right, this is something that always makes his chest ache, and his blood boil. She nearly looks like an angel, soft platinum halo of hair above her head. Who would ever want to hurt her?

He’s worried her attacker may still be in the area so he calls in a favor. Dr. Wells makes a house visit, setting her up with iv fluids and antibiotics, and shows Walter how to tend to her feet. He leaves him with care instructions along with more fluids, antibiotics for when she wakes, and pain medication. “You know how to handle this, yeah?,” Dr. Wells asks as he leaves. “Yeah I’ve got it. Once she’s awake and comfortable with me, I’ll see about taking her to the station,” Walter says. “Good. If you need me again, just call, he replies while heading out.

The mystery woman in his home sleeps from when he found her until about lunch the next day, when she starts whimpering in her sleep. “No,” she sobs. Walter had taken a few days off to keep an eye on her and wasn’t far. “Hey,” he says as he kneels down by her. “NO!,” she screams. “Sweetheart you’re safe. Open your eyes,” he tells her. She lets out a shuddering breath before looking up at him.

He’s met with stoney blue eyes, with a circle of yellow about the pupil, fear etched into their depths. “Please don’t hurt me,” she whispers. “I’d never hurt you. I found you out in the woods, passed out. You were dehydrated and injured. I’m a detective. My name’s Walter Marshall, what’s yours?,” he asks. She looks at him suspiciously, wondering if she could trust him. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” he then says. At that a few tears run down her face.

“I’m Callie,” she chokes out. “Callie. Alright. Your feet are in bad shape, but I’ve acquired a shower chair, and I got my daughter to go and pick some clothes for you if you’d like to get cleaned up,” he says. She nods. “You have a daughter?,” she then asks. “Faye. She’s eighteen,” he tells her. “How old are you?,” she asks surprisedly. She’s not even sure why she’s interested. Must be the shock of it all. “I’m 38. Had her a bit young. Would you like help getting up?,” he then asks, his rich English accent proving to be soothing.

“Okay,” she says. He helps her into a sitting position and that’s when she notices the iv. “What’s this?,” she asks. “I had a doctor come out. You needed some fluids and antibiotics to prevent any infection in your feet,” he tells her. Callie pulls the covers up around her waist and winces when she sees her bloodied, bandages. “I’ll be needing to change those anyway. ‘S a good thing you’ve woken up. How long were you out there?,” he asks while removing the iv. “I dunno,” she says softly. He nods, not making a fuss over it.

“Do you want to try to walk or are you okay with me carrying you?,” he questions. “I—,” she winces when she moves her feet. “I don’t mind,” Walter tells her. “Okay,” she replies. She lets Walter lift her, feeling fragile. He’s so big, it’s almost intimidating, but the way he’s talking to her in such a calm way… She won’t lie to herself, she doesn’t trust him, but a small part of her doesn’t fear him either. “There you are,” he says as he sits her on the shower seat. “Let me remove these then I’ll put you a towel just here where you can reach it, and this robe. Just call me once you’re done, okay?,” he says while finishing removing her bandages.

She nods before he backs out leaving her to her own devices. She showers, the hot water feeling amazing on her tired body. After cleaning up Callie dries the best she can before slipping the robe on. “Walter,” she calls out. He appears quickly, as if he’d been waiting outside the door. “Feeling better?,” he asks as he sits her on the bed. “A bit,” she admits. “I’ve sat out something comfortable for you, but if you want there’s different clothes,” he tells her.

She looks over to the heather grey sweat suit and shakes her head. “This is just fine,” she tells him. “Alright. I’ll be just out in the living room. When you’re done call out again. I’ll come bandage your feet then get you something to eat,” he says. “Why… why are you doing this?,” she asks him. “What do you mean?,” he says with a furrowed brow. “Helping me? You could’ve taken me to a hospital and dropped me off,” she says. “Why were you out in the woods?,” he counters.

“I— I was hiking. I got lost,” she replies. “With no shoes or pants?,” he questions. She nods, eyes filling with tears. “I think we both know there’s more to what’s going on here. I won’t pressure you to tell me until you’re ready, but until then I plan on keeping you safe. It’s the least I can do,” he says before closing the door. Callie gets dressed, body screaming with every moment, but she manages. When she’s done she calls Walter. He wordlessly bandages her feet, before she speaks.

“I—,” she says nervously. “It’s alright. What do you need,” he says. “I’d like to brush my teeth and hair, but I’m not sure if I can stand by the sink,” she tells him. He gets her a pasted toothbrush and brings two cups, one with water, one without. He stands patiently as she brushes her teeth before leaving to grab the brush Faye got for her. When she goes to bring her arm over her head, she grimaces. “I could—,” he begins, and Callie bursts into tears. “Shhh,” he says as he brings her into his arms.

She sobs into his sweater, hating that she feels so helpless. “I’m sorry,” she says wiping her face. “It’s okay. Turn around,” he tells her. He gently brushes her hair, starting at the bottom, just at her mid back. He works deftly, as if he’s done this many times, gently working out the tangles. “Your daughter?,” she questions. “Hair as curly as mine,” he answers. He’s nearly done when he reaches up by her face so that he can brush the hair back, and notices Callie flinch. He can feel anger building up in his chest, but says nothing at the moment.

“There. Are you hungry? I have stew and bread,” he tells her. “Yeah,” she admits. She can’t remember the last time she ate. When he sits her at the table, she sees Walter has already fixed them both a bowl. She scoops up a spoonful and blows on it to cool it off a bit. “Mmm,” she hums as she takes the first bite. She tries to remind herself to eat slowly as not to upset her stomach when Walter speaks. “How old are you Callie?,” he questions. “Thirty two,” she tells him. “Any family? Children?,” he then asks.

“No. My parents… they passed away within a few weeks of one another. Thankfully I don’t have any children,” she tells him. “You don’t want children?,” he asks. “Not right now,” she replies simply. “Where are you from?,” Walter pushes. “Here and there,” she says evasively. She continues to eat her food before finally sopping up the last bit with her bread. She sits there a moment, eyes heavy. “Tired?,” Walter says. “I am,” she replies. “That room you are in, it’s yours. Would you like to go sleep?,” he asks.

“I don’t want to be any trouble Walter. You’ve done enough. I could just go,” she tells him. “It’s no trouble. I want you to stay here until your feet have healed at least anyway,” he says as he comes around the table to lift her up. He sits her in the bed, letting her get settled before he speaks again. “I don’t sleep much so if you need help in the night, don’t hesitate to call out to me, okay?,” he tells her. “Alright. Thank you,” she replies, blush creeping up her cheeks.

He saunters off into the living room and pours himself a drink, nerves grated from the day. He’s not upset at Callie, though he does wish she’d let him help her. He can’t imagine what she’s been through, seeing how afraid she is. Maybe with time, she’ll learn to trust him. For now, he’ll keep her with him where he knows she’s safe and cared for.

Hiii! Can I please request a Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (who’s in her early 20s) where she is engaged but her fiancé needs to make amends with the Shelbys (he’s gotten on their bad side which is never good😬) so he gives her to Thomas Shelby to marry her (which I’m sure would leave her heartbroken as the love of her life and father of her child just casted her aside like that to save only himself). Y/n already has a two month old baby girl + she’s super young and not involved in the crime world (she’s an owner of a cute little bookshop) so I’m sure she’d be terrified as well (especially with Tommy and his family’s scary reputation). She’s super shy and timid, spending much of her time in Tommy’s huge library (with her daughter) in the Arrow House. I feel like she’d be super jumpy around Tommy, his brothers, and Polly for a while. At some point they bond and fall in love? And the Shelbys become her family, loving her and being protective? Dad!Tommy?🥺🥺

I really hope you enjoy it. I honestly don't feel my best about it. Sorry if its a little bit off. XO

Warnings: Mentions of sex, infidelity, Mentions of murder, Peaky blinders typical nonsense

The war had brought you a significant amount of pain, you had lost both of your brothers and your mum had passed shortly after the news was delivered. The only good thing it brought you, the thing that pulled you through that dark time, was a confession from your childhood friend.

You’d always had feelings for William, but it took a whole two months away from you for him to realize. Once he was back you were going steady. He was a different man, but that’s just what war did to people.

Now you rarely saw him because he was always working and coming home late, your days were filled with working in the book store you’d inherited from your uncle, and the little bundle of joy known as Ruby. You had little sleep and lots to do, but this was by far the best time in your life.

It was a regular afternoon, the rare sun shining through the front window catching the gold lettering on the spines of various books. Ruby was sound asleep in the basket you had made into a bed for her.

You were half way through re-organizing a shelf to fit in the new shipment of books, when the familiar bell rang through the shop. You turned to see who had come through the door and your eyes fell on an unexpected sight. A tall man dressed in an immaculate suit looked around the space, his eyes shaded by the ominous cap resting on his head.

You didn’t know very much about the on-goings of Small Heath’s organized crime. But Will had warned you about the men with the caps. You didn’t know his name but he was the leader that often roamed the streets on his horse.

“Hello Sir, can I help you find something?” You tried not to sound nervous, but you desperately hoped that he wasn’t here to drag your beloved business into the world of gangsters.

“Yes, I'm here to see William. Settle a debt. Would you call him for me, Love?” The words rolled off his tongue easily, and you couldn't help but be slightly captivated by his soft voice. You were grateful you could call Will, but clearly this man was mistaken. Will was as far away from this realm as you were, he certainly didn't gamble.

“Okay” You answered hesitantly, unsure of what else to say. You moved to the phone that rested behind the counter, praying silently that Ruby stayed asleep.

“Hello.” James answered.

“Will, there’s a man here to see you at the shop. Something about debts.” Your eyes followed the man as he looked at books.

“What’s his name then?” He asked sharply. Your stomach started to twist at his words, something clearly wasn't right here…

“Um, could I have your name sir?” You asked politely.

“Thomas Shelby.” He said while picking up a misplaced book, putting it where it belonged.

“Thomas Shelby” You repeated quietly into the phone. James suddenly hung up. Your hands started to shake slightly.

“The phone cut out, I’ll just ring him again.”

“Don’t bother, he'll be here.” He walked up to the counter and leaned against it, lighting a cigarette. He looked tired, and almost like a cat, leaning in the ray of sun. You would have thought he was saint-like, but you knew that there was a bloody trail of destruction behind him. You let him stand there in silence, unsure what to say. Ruby was still sleeping softly in her basket, you shifted yourself so she was hidden behind your long skirt.

“How old is she?” His head turned and his eyes ran over your body.

“Two months.” You whispered, he grimaced slightly. The bell rang as the door slammed open. Two men clearly belonging to Thomas were hauling James in. His face was bloodied, you would have run to him but there was no way you were leaving Thomas between you and Ruby.

“So you tried to run, eh?” Thomas said, you saw James crumble under the weight of the situation. If only you knew what the situation was. Clearly he wasn't going to leave you and his daughter here with this man?

“You insured your choices with her life.” You couldn't believe the words. You just couldn't. James would never do such a thing. You turned your gaze off of Thomas and you felt your body twist as your eyes met James. You could see that he was ashamed, scared, and you could tell that he had brought this upon you.

“Just take the shop.”

“But that wasn’t the deal, you stupid fuck.” One of the men barked, causing you to jump.

“What kind of man trades his wife? The wife that just brought a child into the world no less?” Thomas stated coldly. Suddenly a lot of things fell into place as the peaky men chastised him for his life choices. James hadn't wanted to stay together, he was only marrying you out of courtesy. He was home late, not because he was working hard for your future together, but because he was in love with a whore that lived on 13th street. Your body couldn't process this information. The room was spinning and it took everything for you to keep alert.

Thomas grabbed William's messenger bag and opened it.

“More then enough to settle things too, but you chose to run?” Tomas pulled the stack of money on to the counter. He was going to give up your business for this? He wagered on your life?

They hauled him out into the street and Thomas’s command. Your heart was breaking and your body couldn't stop shaking. Those cold eyes turned onto you.

“No. no. Don't touch me or her.” You said in warning trying to get your body under control. You saw him raise his hands.

“I’m not going to hurt you, love” He said in an unamused tone.

“Promise me.” You snapped. “Promise me that nothing bad will happen to Ruby. I can find a way to get you what he owes.” He observed you for a moment, like he was trying to find something deep inside you.

“I promise to keep you both safe. William settled his debt to me personally, but there is more to come your way. Close up the shop, we need to collect your things.” He was seriously going to take you both in. This was madness, all of it was just absolutely crazy. But at this point in time you had no one to help you out of this. Your family was dead, you could fight him to the death but it would only leave Ruby defenseless and alone.

“Wait if that’s more than enough then why are you taking us too?”

“I can leave you be, but they’ll come for the both of you come nightfall.” He said seriously. You nodded, unable to think of what to do.

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It was a long day. It started out in your bed, in the home you had built with the love of your life, and it ended with you curled around your baby in the guest bedroom of a massive mafia house.

They were yelling downstairs, unaware that you had decided to get up and sit at the top of the stairs. Apparently William was dead, you wished that it didn't hurt you to hear this. There was a very angry part of you that wasn't upset at all over the situation. He went looking for trouble, you brought in more than enough at the bookshop to maintain a comfortable life, he chose to enter that life.

According to the female voice downstairs, Thomas was supposed to leave you there. Your burden was supposed to be picked up by whatever organization James was working on.

“Polly,” Thomas said calmly, but the woman kept digging into him about how you were probably a spy, all this constructed to ruin the family.

“Polly!” He snapped. “You and I both know what would happen if I let her go with them, eh? What would happen to that baby. That idea also implies that they get to her in time. The man had fucking debts across the bloody country.” There was a tense silence and you wished someone would ask, because you desperately wanted to know.

“Eh, He’s right Poll, I saw her myself. She had no idea what he was involved in. She practically fell apart when he admitted to it.” Another man’s voice chipped in.

“She’s got a baby?” Polly asked.

“Two months.”

“Fuck”

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You were used to not sleeping, even before the baby you’d had insomnia for years. With the events of everything weighing on you, keeping busy was best. You started to unpack your belongings. From what you gathered from the argument downstairs, and the reputation the Shelby family had, this was the safest place for you till you could figure out what William was involved in.

You’d accidentally knocked over a box and cringed at the loud crash it made. You immediately looked over at Ruby, out of all the misfortune in your life, one blessing was that your kid could really sleep once she passed out. Tears started up again, thoughts of William hacked up in boxes was painfully biting away at you. The door opened and Thomas looked surprised to see you.

“It’s late” He stated, looking slightly amused by your situation. The room was almost organized, and you were wearing nothing but your old nightgown.

“I don't sleep well.” You said, unable to move or think under his heavy gaze.

“Well, if you need anything. I’m just across the hall.” He gave you a nod then shut the door quietly. You finished getting everything in order then finally laid down on the bed. You hated it, but it was impossibly comfortable. By far the softest thing you had ever slept on, despite your resentment towards it you quickly fell asleep.

The maids opened the door, moving fast to open the heavy curtains. The gray light of a January day streamed across the room. They moved around the room quickly, a cup of tea was placed next to you on the bedside table. They introduced themselves as they came through the door, hauling up boxes and zipped dress bags. Three of them debated quietly picking out an outfit for you.

You sat there in bed, hair a mess watching the team move like bees. One of the younger ones moved towards Ruby.

“No.”

“You sure Miss? I can get her washed and dressed?” Your mind was spinning. “Mr. Shelby told us you needed to be at work today, we are to look after her.”

“No, that's okay. I’ll look after Ruby thank you.” You stuttered. They had a brand new dress, vest, coat, hat, shoes, and handbag laid out for you. It was clean, classy, and stylish, but somehow still very you.

Ruby was adamant that it was feeding time so you went into the bathroom to escape the crazy whirlwind. You sat on the toilet lid and fed her resting your face against the cold tiles. You’d escaped with your tea so you sipped on it. After that you made a note to leave a book in the cupboard under the sink for tomorrow.

You came out to see one maid unpackaging makeup and toiletries.

“Did he say why he did all of this?” You whispered finally registering the full amount of things he’d gotten you.

“All he said to us was that you're the lady of the house and therefore in in charge.” She shrugged. “I picked out most of the clothes and make up based on how he described you. Hopefully you like it, but if not just tell me what to change and I’ll have it sorted for tomorrow.” She looked slightly nervous, but everything that you could see was perfect.

“No erm, It all looks lovely. You’ve done a really excellent job.”

“Thank you miss” She nodded then fled out of the room. You looked at Ruby and picked out one of the many outfits bought for her. You felt uncomfortable about the whole thing, but you were just too in love with everything to turn it down. You were heart broken, devastated really, but you could do that while looking your best surely?

Once you were ready for the day there was a proper carrying bassinet ready for Ruby. A driver dropped you off, you worked a regular shift with no life changing incidents, then a driver came and picked you up exactly at closing time.

You got home and found that the kitchen was empty, so as a thank you, you started cooking and baking away. The kitchen smelled like home, they were family recipes, this is what your whole life had smelled like and it provided a deep comfort. The radio was on and ruby was waving a spoon in the air making it catch the light.

The cook came into the room, red in the face causing you to drop the wooden spoon and stand in front of Ruby protectively. Your heart was racing and as the man started shouting, your mind practically shut down. Thomas entered looking murderous and didn't even have to speak. The man apologized and exited quickly.

“You can cook?” He asked lightly, you had no idea why he was being nice to you. But the situation brought you to tears, you were unable to answer him. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath, then crossed the room towards you.

You were frozen in place, still surprised with the man’s anger, Ruby started to cry. Thomas moved past you and picked up Ruby carefully.

“Hey now, it's alright. He’s not coming back to upset mummy again.” He said softly and she quieted down against his chest.

“Sorry about that, he’s clearly not going to be around much longer. You don't have to cook. I imagined you’d be tired, eh?”

“I was just trying to say thank you.” You sniffled. “Just wanted to say thank you, and figure out what comes with all of this?” You waved your arms around.

“It’s not exactly safe for you to be anywhere else.” He answered tensely. “If you're stuck here I figure you might as well make it look like you're one of us now.”

“Why though? William clearly wronged you, why look after his burden of a family?”

“Because you're not a burden.” He shrugged easily. “When I agreed to the situation he’d left out a lot of important details.”

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Months passed and you continued to work hard, everything you made was gravy as Thomas provided you with everything.

His family was loud and they would only speak Romani in front of you. You found all of your interactions horrifically embarrassing.

Eventually Esme was brought around and she took it upon herself to speak to you. She seemed nice and had some very big opinions about the family and Thomas. Soon enough she would always come around and the two of you would sit in the kitchen while they talked business. She always told you that if she needed to escape that her family would take her in…. A thought that scared you quite a bit.

You had to keep your guard up, but it was becoming more and more difficult a task.

There were little exchanges with him, the occasional bumping of hands or elbows, all of which made your heart pound. He was dangerous, but why did he have to be so generous? And uninterested, unamused, but also so attentive. When he spoke to you he looked at you like you were the only person in the universe.

You were sitting on the sofa after feeding Ruby her supper. She was burped and happily laying next to you as you read out loud to her. After the war started you only read fiction and fantasy, this was excellent for Ruby because she always enjoyed the silly voices you made.

“Well now, this part of the book is entirely two steamy for us ladies, save that for another time.” You closed the book and released that Tommy had been watching from the doorway.

“Can I join you?” He looked more tired than you had ever seen him.

“Sure” There was a thick blush covering your face. He sat on the other side of Ruby looking you over.

“Can I hold her for a little bit?” He asked softly. All of your brain said no, but something in your heart swayed you.

“Alright.” You answered timidly. Just like that night in the kitchen she settled against him easily. Enjoying his attention, trying to reach up and grab his face.

“She looks like you, Eh? You're going to be pretty like your mum?” She laughed at his words, or at least his voice. The situation did nothing to lighten the thick blush on your face. She eventually fell asleep against him. The silence had a heavy weight to it, but you settled in it nicely.

“Do you want kids?” You asked.

“I didn't, but I think having little Ruby around may have changed me mind a little”

“Ha, all you do is spoil her. You haven't gotten to know her yet.” you said playfully.

“Well I'd like to, her mother is an excellent cook you see.” He turned his head, probably to look at the flush creeping up your neck again.

“You have a cook already.” You were surprised how easy the words came out.

“No, he shouted at the girl I’m trying to get with so I had to fire him.” God this was so easy for him, effortless and yet you felt like your whole body was on fire.

“Shut it, we both know I'm only here because out there they would chop me up, and keep Ruby as some kind of crime princess.”

“Love, if I didn't want you to be here. You wouldn't be.”

“Alright, well what do you want me for then?” Your heart was hammering, his eyes were devouring you.

“If you want I could show you?” It was entirely too forward. He was too good at flirting like this, all of it was pointing to trouble. But no one had looked at you like that before. William, your stomach dropped, never looked at you like that. Your eyes flicked towards his lips, your body was desperate.

“Should I take you out to dinner? Or up to bed?” You hadn't realized you’d leaned towards him, his voice was a soft whisper, looking down his nose with those cold blue eyes.

“Up to bed would be nice” So he took you up to bed, helped you get Ruby settled. After that you got nervous. You didn't know what going to bed together meant or how it changed things. As if sensing your hesitation he paused looking at you sitting on the corner of your bed.

“Let me stay the night?” You nodded in response, unable to trust your own voice. You turned the light off, and undressed in the dark. No one had seen you naked since before you were pregnant. You got under the covers and felt the bed shift as he climbed in after you.

You jumped when his warm arms snaked around your body. He held you tightly, in a way that was completely foreign to you. You felt yourself let go and relaxed against his solid frame, you couldn't recall ever feeling so safe.

He pressed his lips to your forehead softly.

“Good night, love.”

“Night” You breathed into his neck and then let sleep take you.

You only had to get up with Ruby once, and he sat up keeping you company while you fed her and got her back to sleep.

After that you were out cold. You woke up slowly, stretching out on the silky sheets of the empty bed.

Empty bed.

Your eyes opened and you looked across the room. You were alone. Your heart started to hammer, you should have known this was a stupid fucking idea. You ran down the stairs pulling your robe closed, the whole fucking house was empty. Tears started to prickle at your eyes while your stomach twisted painfully.

You checked the kitchen, the office, sitting room, living room, they were gone.

You took a few shaky breaths, and went outside. The wind stung your skin. Cold mud squishing between your toes. The driveway was empty, the cars parked where they should be. The woods and the stables were the only places they could be if they were still on the property.

You ran through the mud and into the stable only to find him holding little Ruby up to a horse. He held her hand open to help her pet his snout. He took notice of you and his composure changed.

“What’s wrong?” He asked sternly, looking behind you as if there was an army chasing you out. You just moved towards Ruby looking her over to make sure she was okay. He’d gotten her dressed up in the proper clothes so she was nice and warm. He seemed to understand the situation and put his arm around you.

“Sorry.” He murmured into your ear.

“It’s alright.” You whispered. The three of you went back to the house, you were still shaking from the cold.

“Go take a bath, love.” An uneasiness washed over you at leaving Ruby with him, this side of him was too new to be trusted. Yes you appreciated his generosity, and lots of his softer qualities, but not enough to leave your daughter with him. “We’ll come up with you, but you're going to catch a cold if you don’t warm up.”

You took a bath alone, and when you came downstairs Ruby was resting on Tommy's shoulder as he quietly sorted paperwork.

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Things only took off after that, you slept in the same bed. He never put any pressure on you, but he didn't need to. You were starved for any kind of intimacy, you had been your whole life. What he was offering was more than enough of a reason to keep his bed warm. You made dinner almost every night, the book shop was running smoothly. Even his family were talking to you in English, now.

It was getting late and you were worried for Tommy. You were used to him coming home in the early hours of the morning, but the damage that William had left you with was a heavy burden on your mind.

Maybe this was all a joke to Tommy too.

But the door opened eventually, and there he was. Looking exhausted, covered in blood and dirt.

“Are you alright?” You asked slightly panicked. His eyes were all wrong when he looked at you.

“I’m fine. The mess that William started has been cleaned up.” He leaned against his desk staring at the floor. He lit a cigarette.

“Erm, I don't really know what that means because I’m still not really sure what mess he was in to begin with?” You looked over the back of the couch at him.

“Bad stuff.” He took a drag of his cigarette, looking as ominous as the day you met him. “Really fucking bad stuff.”

“And you only do sort of bad stuff?” This brought a ghost of a smile to his lips.

“Oh it’s bad, just slightly better in my opinion.” He closed his eyes and your heart began to sink. You were free to go now. Surely he would ask you to leave, he just wasn't sure how.

“Ah, so this is the end I guess.” Your voice was shaky, but he refused to open his eyes or acknowledge your words. There was another long silence, something the two of you were famous for.

Eventually, he made up his mind and straightened up.

“I’m by no means a good man, but I’m better than some. I can’t promise you much but I’ll swear to you that I’ll be good to you, and I’ll always put Ruby first.” He studied you carefully before continuing. “Will you marry me then?”

“Yes” You didn't even think about it before the words were out of your mouth. You got up and held him tightly. Finally that tight mask slipped, his arms came around you.

“I love you” You finally got the words that had been weighing on you for weeks out in the open.

“God I’ve wanted you since I laid eyes on you at the shop” He kissed you deeply, easily picking you up and placing you on the desk. “And now you're mine”

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Female Reader x Male Monster

I come from a long line of midwives, since before the time of my great-grandmother. My family prides themselves in their work and advances it as much as possible. My grandmother invented a table that made birthing easier, and my mother created a medicine that helps dull pain. I studied and worked towards becoming a midwife most of my life, and was hoping to be as respected and educated as my foremothers.

Then I met Harker, perhaps the most beautiful man I had ever seen. All the girls, and even some men of the village, loved Harker. He was everything anyone would want - handsome, charming, and heroic. He was a prince without the airs.

One evening, while coming home from tending to a friend who was ill, I passed an alley that I thought was empty until I heard voices behind me. Turning, I saw a few rough-looking men come out. I continued walking, turning my attention ahead rather than at the lot behind me.

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The conclusion of the new Rhazien trilogy. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did writing it.

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Female Reader x Male Monster

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Once the rain stopped, you were able to move ahead. In a way, the heavy rains actually made it easier for you to traverse deeper into the mountains. It helped clear out paths so they were easy to see. There had also been a rockslide which, in a shocking turn, revealed an opening to a cave that, once explored, turned out to be a sheltered path to the other side of the mountain.

“It could still be dangerous. You and I will take the lead through the passage just in case. We’ll be sure to put the women and children at the back with a couple of guards just in case.”

Rhazien snorted.

You sighed and prepared for a fight. “Oh? Is there something funny about that idea? Or do you think you can handle the head of the line all on your own?”

Rhazien’s tongue darted out between his lips as his smirk grew. “Nothing of the like, I just find it funny you think our women need any guards to protect them.” He licked along his tusk, a move that had come to be an erotic gesture in your eyes.

You clicked your tongue and turned towards the cave. “I would feel better with two guards at the rear. Does that make it better? We don’t need all our best fighters at the start.”

Rhazien plopped his hand on the very top of your head. “If you want to hold my hand, princess, just say so.”

Shoving his hand off you grumbled under your breath. “You and I will take the lead through the passage. Got that?”

“Whatever the princess wants.” Rhazien bowed at the waist, flourishing his arm out as an extra mocking gesture. You were used to it, so you let it go. Since the morning of the rainstorm, you had been afraid to start any sort of argument or fight with Rhazien. That was your foreplay, and you feared getting lost in your own lust when things were crucial in the journey. It was bad enough you allowed him to breed you. You wouldn’t make that mistake again.

Going back to your tent, you were aware that Rhazien was following close behind you. You let him, just wondering what the hell he was doing. In your tent you took out your map, marking it to identify where the passageway had opened. “What do you want?” You scoffed at Rhazien, standing at the entrance.

Rhazien ducked down and walked inside. “Your silence bothers me.”

You put away your pin and corked the ink bottle. “What silence? I’ve been talking to you this entire time.”

“No,” he chuckled. “I know what your mouth is capable of, princess. You have basically been mute these last few days. And if I am remembering my days correctly, it started when-”

You cut your eyes at him which made him laugh even more. “So I am right. You’re still lingering on that morning.”

“It’s dangerous, Rhazien.” You pushed your hair away from your face. You’d kept in a braid all this time, but after having washed it with the rain, you’d left it down until it was completely dry. “We can’t play that game recklessly. Anytime we get heated, we get extremely heated.”

His smirk widened. “And you don’t like that?”

You glared his way, refusing to speak another word.

“I know you do.” Rhazien approached you, coming so close as if to touch you. His hands rested at his sides, not making a move towards you, so you turned away back to your map. Rhazien stood close to your back. His warmth came through your clothes, and his shadow was cast upon the table. “I know you better than you want to admit.” Rhazien’s arms came down on either side of you and grasped the table. His lips were close to your ear, and his breath tickled down your skin.

You chewed on your lip as you tried to ignore how close he was. It didn’t help that you were cold and his body felt like a magnificent campfire. “Please, illuminate me with what you know.”

A low growl built in his chest and vibrated against your ear. “I know how much you enjoy the fight, and how good you are at it too. You have a mean streak like a snake, you lash out, you bare teeth. And there is nothing more erotic to me on this planet.”

You tucked your hair back behind your ear, hoping for some respite from his sensual snarls. “You’re just trying to bother me.”

“Maybe I am. But right now, I am being honest. I want to talk about us.”

Your chest tightened up, squeezing so your lungs struggled to breathe. The dryness on your tongue spread, going down your throat so it felt like ants were coming up through your stomach. You exhaled slowly, trying to brush off that anxious spike. “Us? What is that?” You reached for your sieve, taking a deep drink while your eyes locked with Rhazien’s.

His chest rose and fell, and there was a look of uncertainty in his eyes. He stalled for a long while, the entire time you drank hoping to rid yourself of that itchy dryness. “I don’t doubt after that morning you’ll bear my child. So marry me.”

You choked and spewed water all over Rhazien’s chest. You coughed and sputtered, slapping his arm as you regained composure. “You idiot!”

His brow pinched. “Excuse me.”

“I almost died! Think before you speak. You’re trying to rile me, there are easier ways to do it than spouting your nonsense.” You wiped your mouth and coughed again.

His stern expression didn’t budge. “I’m not spouting anything, I am fully serious. I know how deeply my seed was planted. There is no doubt in my mind. I would like to make you my bride, and then we could unite our people so that when we find safe ground, we can start a kingdom of our own.”

You had to chuckle. What else could you have done? He couldn’t be serious, this wasn’t like him at all. The two of you getting married sounded as ridiculous as a duck marrying a chicken. You two were very similar, but you were far too different in other regards. “You’re insane.”

“How so?” He growled.

“What would make it work, Rhazien? A child? If you want the baby I’ll give it to you, don’t go dragging our people down because of it,” you scoffed. “This truce is barely holding as it is. If you married me, your clan might just kill me.”

“And yours might kill me. But that is a risk I am willing to take, because I want you.”

Was there such a thing as being killed by words? All your life you had trained to battle against swords and cannons, bare hands, and to be prepared to fight creatures three times your size. Words were another type of weapon, a weapon you had no clue of how to use to protect yourself against. And Rhazien just spoke a killing blow. “You want me?”

Rhazien nodded, his eyes looking you up and down. “You’re everything I want in a woman, a bit small, but I can learn to cope with that.”

He was still going on with this game? He was really trying to stir you into a frothing boil. “Our fathers killed each other!”

His hand brushed the side of your cheek then smoothed through your hair. “And it will be a wonderful story to share with our children. If you want more, that is. I am happy with whatever you wish to give.”

You slapped his hand away. “Stop it!”

He remained as still as a tree, only his eyes gave him away. You didn’t like that either, that you could tell he was being sincere. You wanted it to be a game, his way of making you strike. It would be easier to accept that way, easier for you to play along. “Stop.”

Rhazien took hold of your hand. “Give me one good reason why. Do you not like me? Do you really hate me?”

You said nothing because it was better than admitting the truth. Rhazien forced a kiss upon you and you struck him upside the head, only to kiss him back. He picked you up, carrying you until he could lay you down upon your sleeping mat.

“No! No! No!” You pushed him away, both of you sitting there heated and confused. You shook your head. “This isn’t funny.”

“Who's laughing?” He scoffed.

You smeared your hand down your face, aggravated more with yourself than him. “Just because we’ve fucked twice, you want to marry me?”

“As fun as that is, I have a lot more in mind when I say I want you.” He sat with his legs crossed and his hands upon his knees. “I want you because you make me a better man. You add to my life, you make me stronger.”

You scooped your hair into your hands to tie it back. “That’s all well and good for you.”

“It is, but I think it will be good for you as well. Don’t you feel stronger when you’re with me?” Rhazien laid his big hand over his chest, stretching his fingers out so they covered as much area as possible. “I can feel it pouring from you when we’re together. Both times I have felt it as powerfully as the sun.”

“That’s what orgasms do!”

“Shut up, just shut up!” Rhazien snapped. “Stop trying to be tough. Stop trying to act like you’re above it. You’re not. You’re waist deep in it the same as me. Admit it.”

There was a painful lump growing inside your chest. It had started in your throat and had gone down until it felt like an agonizing clench. “And then what? Happily ever after? We are running right now, Rhazien. We are trying to start a new life away from-” You stopped as that pain on your chest became too much.

Strong arms pulled you into a tight embrace. The chill that had been racking your body was suddenly gone. His body was warm, soft in some places, hard in others. You rested against his chest, too tired to fight anymore. “I’m not saying it will be a fairy tale romance. I doubt anyone would find us romantic,” Rhazien scoffed. His strong hand rubbed up your back. “But I can protect you.”

“I don’t-”

“You don’t need it I know,” he huffed. “I know.” he kept petting your back in slow circles. It felt nice, almost too nice coming from him. “But you will protect me in return, and I don’t need it either.”

His heart pulsed under your cheek, pounding more rapidly than you would have expected. You leaned into it, placing a kiss there, only to feel it quicken. His eyes fell onto you, waiting for any sign of acknowledgement. You laid your head down again and sighed.

“Let me think on it. I will give you my answer when we exit the passage,” you grumbled. “But for now, please go back to normal.”

His kiss was gentle, not normal at all. You bit him just to remind the score and he snarled. He nipped your jaw and neck, just like you liked. His low moan vibrated against your skin and you sighed in pleasure.

“Fine, princess.” Rhazien lifted his head. “Once we go through that passage, I expect a strong, and angry answer from you.” You scowled as you pushed him down onto the ground and left him there.

That evening when everyone had gone to sleep you went into Rhazien’s tent. You found him there naked as he was preparing to go to bed. He didn’t acknowledge you at all, you brushed out his hair, letting it fall loose around his shoulders and back. He stood there waiting, he knew you were there, he was only going to give you a hard time because of earlier.

“Look at me,” you growled.

Rhazien barely glanced your way. “What do you want?”

“Cock.”

Rhazien snorted and bent over as he began to laugh. He trembled slightly he tried to suppress it.

“I’m serious,” you huffed.

He turned and grinned at you. “I know you are.” He stood before you naked, his full body presented like a glorious feast. “I figured you’d come to me tonight. But before I give you what you want, I’d like to make a small request.”

You furrowed your brow. “What would that be?”

He wagged his finger for you to come closer. Once you stepped close he took off your tunic and cupped your breasts in his hands. He was acting gentle, which surprised you. You breathed heavily as his fingers kneaded into your flesh and teased your nipples. “I don’t mind a bit of rough housing, but I want to see how you deal with a bit of softness.”

“You can’t get hard tonight?” You jab.

He pinched a nipple hard and you stifled back a moan. “I’ll get hard for you, princess. Don’t you worry about that.” he dipped down to kiss you, softly pecking before the edge returned. He moaned against your lips, biting then returning to kiss. His lips trailed down your neck, kneeling more to suckle your breast.

“I don’t need a man to be gentle with me,” you huffed. “If this is about your proposal-”

He stood back up. “It’s not. I’m just trying something.” He urged you over to his mat, laying you down against a long fur. He pressed himself against you, kissing you and holding you tight. His hairy chest rubbed against your skin. His strong hand kneaded down your back before cupping your ass firmly.

“Are you going to spank me?” You scoffed. “Or just give me some powder?”

Rhazien’s lip curled. “I’m trying to be sweet, but you’re testing me.” He gave you ass a good solid slap. “I think you like pain a touch too much.”

“Just a little is fun.” You moved into his lap, biting his lip and suckling upon it. “One more.” he gave another solid clap and you groaned in pleasure. You threw your head back, letting him bite and lick your throat. “Hurry up and get hard.”

“Then start playing along.” Rhazien kissed you again. You licked his lips and the side of his tusk, slowly moving down his neck where you nibbled up to his ear. Taking the tip of your tongue, you traced his ear tantalizingly until you pressed it in deep. Rhazien’s fingers dug into your rear and he growled hungrily.

You moved out of his lap, pushing aside his loincloth to see what you had come for. His shaft lay upon his thigh as if waiting for you. It was heavy and thick, but you knew it could grow more. You took the tip to your lips, kissing softly like you were playing along.

“There, good girl.” he held your hair, moving it from your face so he could see. “Do you like it?”

Was he really asking questions now? You rolled your eyes and attempted to lick but he pulled your head back. “Talk to me,” he growled.

You frowned and leaned back in. “About?”

“I like to be complimented.” Rhazien laughed. “Now tell me what you like about it.”

How silly! You decided though it would be best to play along so you could get what you wanted faster. “It’s big.”

“You have such a useless way with words,” he scoffed. “I know you can do better.” He slapped his cock against your cheek.

“It’s big and-” You felt light headed as you tried to think of the right way to describe it. “It’s warm.” The tip slid against your lips. “Warm and...and...so good.” You licked around the glans.

“Mm, that’s better,” he moaned. “Keep going.”

You kissed down the shaft. “I like this curve. It feels so good inside.” You lick from base to tip and kiss down the other side again. “It reaches this...spot inside.” You look up into his eyes, seeing something that sparks your interest. “It makes me wet just thinking about it.” You take the tip into your mouth, suckling while you gently cup his balls.

“Good girl,” he growled. “I knew you liked it.”

You moaned as you took him deeper, feeling yourself get more aroused with each breath he took. You sat up, rubbing the tip as you kissed his belly and chest. “I like how your body feels you thrust it inside me. That first plunge as you open me up-”

He smirked. “I like that too.” He began easing you down onto the floor, kissing you and biting. His hand stroked down your body, opening your thighs and finding your clit to tease. You whined into his ear, clinging to his arms. “You’re already so wet, even without a fight,” he teased.

“Shut up,” you panted.

“Maybe a little fight,” Rhazien laughed. He sunk his fingers inside you, growling as you tightened hungrily around them. “Nothing feels better than that. That softness and wetness, mixed with your muscles begging for me.”

“Then give it!” You whined.

Rhazien chuckled, laying himself on top of you. You lost your breath as he slipped inside you, going so slow at first it was agonizing. He rocked gently, taking his time unlike the past two nights. It wasn’t fighting, but it was something else.

You woke first, leaving him asleep as you went to your tent and prepared for the journey that day. When he came out of his tent, you had already taken your’s down. He looked at you with that same stern set of eyes as always. You met it with a nod, and continue about your morning.

At the mouth of the cave you two stood at the head of the line. You took a deep breath and let it out with a huff.

“Alright, you ready?”

Rahzein smirked. “You know what this means right?” He chuckled.

You smiled up at him then took hold of his hand. His reaction slapped into one of shock and you grinned. “Do you?” You pulled him along, urging him to reach the end of the passage as soon as possible. Kingdoms weren’t built in a day after all.

Saito the Orc

An arranged marriage has taken the reader to a new land, a new home, and traditions that they must get used to. Saito is a hero to the people, and is looked up to by all those around him. Will the reader be good enough for such a man?

Female Reader x Male Monster

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Your marriage was an arranged one, and it was not a moment you were looking forward to. You had never met your future husband before the ceremony, and during the entire thing you were shaking like a leaf. Your parents had decided on this union almost at the spur of the moment. He was wealthy and came from a good family name, much like you yourself. The only thing that set him apart was the fact he was an accomplished warrior and had become a hero to Shimokobe. Your parents wanted nothing more than to be attached to that legacy.

The ceremony was terrifying for you, even though you were wearing the most beautiful dress that money could buy. Everything about the ceremony was exactly how you dreamed it as a child. Everything, except the groom. Saito was a massive and powerful man, you had always pictured yourself with someone who was an artist or writer. You were always so small in size, you had imagined yourself with someone elegant and thin. Saito was an orc, but even still, he looked to be the biggest out of his whole family.

If there was one thing about Saito that started to endear him towards you, it was that he would not touch you until you were ready. Your wedding night ended with both of you sleeping in separate rooms, which for the time was a relief. Once you moved into his home though, the worry that you’d not consummated your union crept in with every breath.

“It’s like dressing a doll, you’re so tiny.” Ichika was one of Saito’s sisters, all three of whom had taken you in like one of their own. Ichika helped you get dressed in the mornings while the others helped get food ready.

“That’s so embarrassing,” you murmured.

“Nothing wrong with that.” She smoothed down your skirt then smiled at you. “Being small and cute can be a good defense.”

You pouted, you felt more like a defenseless kitten. All this family seemed to talk about was defense, offense, battle, and war. Saito had a dojo on the grounds, and lots of eager young students who also lived in the home. Each morning they filed into the dining room for breakfast then went out into the courtyard to practice while Saito meditated inside.

“One of these days, you and Saito will have a little one learning to take up the family style,” Ichika sighed dreamily.

You watched the young students with a heavy knot in your stomach. You’d been married to Saito all this time, and still you had not been together as husband and wife should. You looked down, ashamed at your own fear and hesitance.

In the dining room Kaori and Natsuki were setting out breakfast for the family. You took a seat while Ichika poured you tea.

“Did you sleep well?” Kaori asked. She was the youngest and had taken a great liking to you.

You smiled at her. “I did, I hope you slept well too, sister.”

Kaori beamed from ear to ear, her small tusks appearing bigger. “I did! Thank you.”

Picking up your cup you inhaled, taking in the rich aroma of the tea. Then beside you, Saito’s great form appeared. He sat down beside you, bowing his head as Natsuki placed his tea before him.

“Good morning, dear brother,” the sisters all chimed.

“Good morning, sisters.” Saito looked down at you. “And to you, my bride.”

Your stomach lurched, curling into knots and stones. “Good morning,” you said as quietly as a mouse.

Saito’s long hair was down, and it was truly a marvel to behold. He never cut it, never let anyone else touch it. He claimed that cutting his hair would diminish his power, so he’d kept it long and growing since he was a young boy.

His eyes appeared golden that morning. Usually, they were like dark amber, but there was a light from within today. “You were up before me again this morning. I never even heard you move.”

“I didn’t wish to disturb you. You looked so peaceful and sweet.” He took his tea and drank slowly.

You weren’t sure what else you could say to him. You were afraid of making yourself appear foolish in front of him. He was strict with his students and expected things to go a certain way. You didn’t want to hinder his path. Although, you didn’t know what he expected from you yet.

“Can’t you have Oda take care of the class today?” Ichika spoke up as she took a seat at the table. “You’ve barely spent any time with your bride since you got married.”

Saito flinched beside you. “It is my responsibility to teach these children.”

“Doesn’t Oda also have a responsibility?” Natsuki challenged from her seat as well. Oda was her betrothed.

Saito narrowed his eyes upon her. “Oda is still learning as well.”

Natsuki rolled her eyes and turned away from him.

Saito sighed, giving into his sisters’ stares. “Unless there is something you wish of me, my bride.”

“I was wanting to go and see if there was any mail in,” you spoke softly. “But I can find someone to take me if you don’t wish to leave your students.” Your heart was racing. You didn’t want to inconvenience him at all. After all, he was the hero here.

For a moment, Saito was quiet. He contemplated your request while taking a sip of tea and then a bite of his breakfast. “I am expecting word from a friend of mine. Perhaps we can go after morning practice.”

You looked up at him with a soft smile. “Thank you, I would prefer to go with you.”

There came a softness to his gaze, but his body became more rigid than before. He nodded, then continued to eat his breakfast in silence.

Afterwards, you helped Kaori with her studies. She was preparing for a trip to the Polar where she would be furthering her education into becoming a diplomat, much like her mother. You were helping her study the language, as you and your father were both translators.

“It must be nice to know so many languages,” Kaori sighed over her lessons.

You smiled. “It comes in handy.”

“How did you learn?” Kaori asked.

“My father started teaching me after I was born. He felt that children came ino language naturally the younger they were. But I think anyone can learn with enough patience and practice. Much like how your brother teaches his students in the same way.”

Kaori pouted as she stared into her book. “Do you like my brother?”

A cold chill ran down your spine. “What makes you ask that?”

She tilted her head down further. “I was wondering is all. You seemed scared this morning when you asked him to take you to the post office.”

You sighed and placed your hands into your lap. “I’m not familiar with him yet. And to be honest, I’m an anxious person.”

“But do you like him?” Kaori pressed.

You held your breath as you pondered this. “I like his hair,” you answered. You were grateful when Ichika came into the room.

“Saito has asked for you,” she says. “He’s in his chambers.”

Your stomach turned. “Is everything alright?” You asked.

Ichika sighed. “He’s gone and hurt himself. But I suspect he’s going to ask you to get ready for your trip.”

“He’s hurt?” Kaori leapt up from her seat.

“It’s fine, he’s more annoyed that he did it to himself,” Ichika scoffed. You left the room, going down the long corridors until you reached Saito’s room. You rapt your knuckles against the door. “Ichika said you asked for me?”

“Come in.” He sounded irritated.

You slid open the door and stepped inside. He was sitting across from the fireplace, his robe pulled off his top half. You swallowed hard and approached cautiously.

“Are you alright?” You asked.

Saito didn’t lift his head as you approached. You gazed down at his back, which was massive and muscular. There were scars that stretched from his shoulder and down below his waist. It was frightening to think how badly those wounds must have hurt him.

“Only my pride is wounded,” he growled.

You knelt down beside him. “What happened?”

Saito had his arm in his hand, which was full of blood. You gasped in alarm, quickly covering your mouth with your hand to cover the shock. “You’re hurt!”

He jerked his arm away. “I need you to fetch me some clean clothes. I’ll tend to this so we can go out.”

You inched in closer to him. “But you’re hurt!” You placed your hands upon his bicep. “Do I need to call a doctor?”

Saito looked down at you, his brow pinched and mouth set into a firm, immovable frown. His eyes focused on your small hands upon his large bicep. “It’s cold out, make sure you get yourself a coat.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “Your arm-”

“It will heal!” he huffed. “Please, ignore it. Let me escape with some dignity.”

You smoothed your palm down his arm to his elbow. “At least let me tend to it.” You felt him shiver under your touch. Looking up, you saw his cheeks had turned a shade darker than before. “Please?”

“Do not look at me with such pleading eyes,” he growled. “If it will stop that gaze, then fine!” He turned his head away.

You fetched some cool water and bandages, as well as some ointment you used when you pricked your fingers while sewing. You gently tended to his arm, seeing there was a shallow but sharp cut along the back of his forearm. You were silent as you tended to him, allowing him his dignity rather than prying into what happened. Once it was bandaged, you placed a small kiss on the back of his hand. He flinched then let a low growl escape his throat.

“Does that feel better?”

Saito held his arm to his chest. “Thank you, my bride.”

You smiled, but your eyes focused on his bare chest. There was sparse hair there, and he had bigger boobs than you did. You dipped your head down as your face began to feel hot.

“I’ll need to change before we leave.”

“Do you still want to go?” You asked. “Like you said, it is getting colder out and you’re hurt.”

“I’m fine,” he huffed. “I have suffered worse than this and still been able to carry men upon my back. Go fetch me some clothes and we can go together.”

You went to fetch his things, but when you returned, he was standing naked in his room. Your whole body surged in heat and embarrassment. You kept your eyes down as you handed him his clothes.

“Have you never seen a man before?” Saito asked as he dressed.

You felt ashamed. “You took me by surprise.”

“Forgive me.” Saito shrugged on the first layer of his clothing. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

“It’s not that,” you breathed.

“This body is yours after all,” Saito said gently. “I do not mind if you look at it.” He then cleared his throat, sounding just as nervous as you felt. “I want you to know that.”

You touched your cheek, feeling how warm it was. He was your husband, but you wouldn’t know what to do with it. The most you had done was kiss another man once before. You had never, even in your wildest dreams, imagined a body much like Saito’s.

The conversation ended there. The two of you went into town to check the mail, and while there Saito’s sisters had asked him to run a few errands for them. Everywhere you went, Saito was held in such reverence by the people. They approached both of you, congratulating the marriage, as well as thanking Saito for his service.

“It’s because of you, our son was able to return home safe,” one woman started crying on Saito. You watched her as she held Saito’s hand, she was trembling, but Saito wasn’t moving.

“Your son’s own strength brought him home, you do not need to thank me for that.” Saito told her.

This kept happening, no matter where you went, someone came up and thanked Saito for what he had done.

“You really are remarkable,” you thought you said quietly, but he still heard you.

“I did what I had to do. It is the responsibility of the strong to protect those who cannot stand up for themselves. I would gladly do it again. That does not make me remarkable,” he grumbled. All of a sudden, he was acting shy.

He was modest and humble, that you knew right away. But this sudden shy act surprised you. You stood close to him, due to the chill in the air, and took hold of his arm. “Well, for someone who can’t stand up for themself, it is remarkable.”

Saito cleared his throat and turned his head away, but he moved so you didn’t have to reach far for his arm.

It started snowing while you were in town, and the chill in the air was becoming much sharper and cutting to your bones. You stayed close to Saito’s, even at one point clinging to his side.

“You’re shivering,” Saito replied. “We should go home.”

You shook your head. “We haven’t finished your sisters’ errands though.”

“They can wait.” He then shocked you by picking you up off the ground. He held you in his arms where it felt warm and snug. “We’re going home so you don’t freeze.”

You were too stunned to say anything, instead you held him as he carried you back to the carriage. Unfortunately, the snow had gotten thick, and the passage home had become too dangerous to pass through so late. The two of you got a room at an inn for the night.

The room you were given was much smaller than any back at Saito’s place. But it was warm, and that’s what mattered. Outside the snow was continuing to fall, coating everything in a cast of white. You stepped away from the window and turned to look at Saito by the fire where he was drinking.

You took a seat beside him. “How is your arm?”

“I hadn’t thought about it once until now.” He grumbled. He lifted his sleeve to the bandage which had stained through a bit. You took his arm, smoothing your palms over the bandage. You felt that shiver creep through him again and you glanced up to his face. His eyes were averted, but his cheeks looked dark.

“Does it hurt?” You gently kneaded his wrist, slowly moving to his palm and fingers.

His brow pinched. “No. What are you doing?”

The stones in your belly turned to nervous butterflies. “I used to massage my father’s hands. I thought you might like it. I can stop if-”

“No. It’s fine.” He tilted his head down. “It’s pleasant.” He took another drink.

“What are you drinking?” You asked.

“Plum wine,” He offered the cup. “Would you like some?”

You took hold of the small cup and smiled. Taking a sip, you chest felt instantly warmed. “It’s strong! My mother would approve.”

Saito chuckled. “Would you like more?”

“Perhaps when I have eaten.” You take his other hand and massage it as well. “How did you get hurt?”

Saito scoffed. “I made a foolish mistake. It is my own fault that I got hurt.”

You looked up into his eyes as you continued kneading his hand. “We all make those mistakes. There is nothing wrong with it.”

“But it was in front of my own students,” he grumbled.

“It’s still a lesson for them,” you said softly. “It makes them realize that even you, their master, are still growing and still improving. It makes the goal you’ve set for them seem obtainable.”

He pouted as he looked down. “A lesson huh?”

Saito’s palm is rough and calloused from his sword. They feel so hard, so strong. You begin to imagine what they’d feel like upon your skin and you have to take a breath.

Saito takes your hand, gently holding it as he gazes over it. He then looks into your eyes, and for a moment, you hold your breath. “It’s so small.”

It had been a concern that he didn’t find you attractive at all. You were so small compared to him. You had worried you weren’t womanly enough for him, and perhaps that was why you two hadn’t consummated yet.

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

Your heart leapt into your chest. “What?”

Saito kissed your knuckles. “You’re so small, I worry that I’ll hurt you.” Your fingers brushed against his lips as well as his great tusks.

Your throat became dry and you tried to swallow. “You are worried?” You were in disbelief.

Saito sighed, taking another drink of the plum wine and refilling his glass. “I have trained all my life to be strong, to be able to handle anyone who stood in my way. It did not matter their size, I could fight them all. But I do not know how to approach you.”

This was still hard to take in. As much as you had worried, he had been feeling the same way. There was just no way!

“But I want to,” he murmured over his glass before taking another drink.

Your heart fluttered. “You do?”

Saito sighed heavily. “On our wedding day I was terrified. I saw you beside me, like this perfect little doll, and I feared I would ruin it.”

You placed your hand upon his knee. “But I am not a doll. I am flesh, and blood, and I am sure you know how to handle such things.”

Saito scoffed. “Flesh and blood, I have seen too much of both in the world. So much blood-” His voice drifted.

“I must confess,” you chirped, “I was nervous too. Terrified, like you. But I feared I was not enough for you. Since I am so small, and you are so big. So loved. You’re a hero and I am just-”

Saito’s eyes cut down to you. “Just what?”

“Small,” you murmured.

Saito drank another cup and he took hold of your hand, squeezing it tight. “Some of my most dangerous adversaries were small. Do not underestimate yourself, my bride.” He gave you a smile then moved his hand upon your cheek. “I know firsthand how that can be an advantage.”

You were breathless from his touch. “How?”

“In many ways.” His fingers brushed against your lips. “You can hide much better, sneak around much quieter. You could ambush or surprise someone quite easily.” His eyes became focused on your lips. “Your beauty can be used as well.”

You swallowed and caught your breath. “How so?”

“You could easily steal a kiss,” he murmured. “Like this.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. A soft moan escaped your mouth but you melted into his touch. When he pulled away, you were breathless and warm all over.

“I see.” You touched your fingertips to your lips. “Uhm-” Your mind was drifting far away, but Saito was inching ever closer. His lips pressed to your neck and his hand went around your waist.

“Saito-” You whimpered. You were in his lap now, being held and devoured by him. He pulled down your dress kissing and nibbling your shoulder. It felt so nice, but strange as well. “Wait, please-” You finally managed to speak out. His lips lingered on your bare shoulder before he pulled away.

“Sorry,” he gasped. “So sorry I-”

You shook your head. “Can we go slow?” You stomach was flopping around inside. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Where are my manners?” Saito kissed you again then scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to bed laying you down as gently as he could. He stood back, stripping away his clothes. “Give me a moment, my bride. A moment is all I need.” He kneeled down upon the edge of the bed, taking hold of your ankles. He smoothed his great palms up under your skirt, his eyes focused upon yours the entire time.

Your heart was pounding, his touch was gentle, his palms rough. “What are you going to do?”

“Something any good husband should be willing to do.” He knelt down, kissing your leg, exposing it to the air. His tongue darted along your skin, making you shiver. He spread your thighs, kneeling down lower to kiss them and place his head between them. You felt him grow closer and closer to that delicate place. Your belly swam on a sea of nerves and excitement. You reached down, taking hold of his hair in your hand, gently tugging on the root, and Saito moaned against your thigh.

“Easy now,” he growled. His lips then found purchase upon your mound. You flinched, his tongue gilded over the folds. “It’s lovely.”

You tried to say something but he stole your breath with another deep kiss. His tongue lapped between the folds, finding where you were most sensitive. Your fingers coiled harder into his hair, pulling tightly, making him moan against you. His tongue lapped again, making you breathless. His fingers soon joined, teasing and tracing you, making you weaker and more aroused.

Saito lifted his head, gazing up hungrily at you. “I’m going to do more. Is that okay?”

You shivered, barely able to speak but you nodded. He lowered back down, returning to his work. His lips circled that sensitive bud while his finger slipped inside. It felt strange but also strangely pleasant. His kisses aroused you while his finger worked to heighten the elation. Your toes curled, your back arched. It was such a rush of desire and emotions you felt as though you were levitating.

You woke in the morning with Saito sleeping on your belly. Your body felt somehow new, your legs still didn’t feel quite right. You moaned softly, remembering how Saito had brought you to a peak of ecstasy you’d thought was only possible in stories. You reached down, stroking your fingers through his long hair while he slept. He began to stir, his shoulders twitched and his eyes looked up at you.

In silence you both sat up, sitting across from each other. You breathed, wanting this man before you. You slowly removed your clothing, letting it fall from your shoulders while his gaze never faltered. You moved closer, placing your hands upon his chest.

“Good morning, my husband,” you whispered.

Saito chuckled. He captured a hand and kissed the palm lovingly. “I should be terrified right now.”

You kissed his neck, feeling him tremble. You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him down so your small chest pressed against his large one. You kissed him, feeling the urgency grow better the two of you.

“Was last night a dream?” You whispered.

“Perhaps I drank too much, but no, I don’t think so.” His hands slipped down your body. “I remember you very vividly.”

You bit back your smile. “I’ve never felt like that before.”

Saito lowered himself down, breathing against your skin. “I can do it again. And again. And again.”

You shivered and gently pushed him back and looked into his eyes. “I don’t know if I could withstand so much.”

His smile grew. “Maybe not now. But over time, I can see you becoming very strong.” He kissed your cheek. “Formidable even.” He pressed you down into the bed, covering you with his strong, large body. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him tight as his kisses covered your skin. His fingers started teasing you, awakening the same desire from last night.

The morning was short lived though, as you did have to return home quickly. The rest of the day though, your mind was filled with Saito. His touch, his voice, they all came to haunt you as you tried to go about your day. Saito was tending to his students. The reason you had rushed getting back was that he was worried about them and the cold. He hadn’t been prepared for the snow to come like it did.

That evening though, when he usually would meditate before bed, he came to bed early. You were brushing your hair as he walked into the room. You smiled at him, then turned shyly back to the mirror.

“Would you mind brushing mine as well?” Saito voice sent chills down your spine. You looked back up at him as he took down his hair, letting it flow freely around his shoulders.

“Come sit.” You patted the floor and stood as he took the seat. You happily brushed his hair, thinking you wouldn’t be allowed. “Your hair really is beautiful.”

“Do you think so?” Saito swallowed. “Good, I’m glad.”

You bit your lip, another daring question came to your mind. “Should I braid it for you as well?”

Saito glanced over his shoulder at you. “I would greatly enjoy that.”

You combed your fingers through his hair to separate it, purposefully stroking the nape of his neck. This made him take a sharp breath, then groaned low as you began to braid.

“I hope I did not disappoint you this morning,” he murmured.

You placed your hands upon his shoulders. “I understand why we had to leave. It didn’t bother me at all.”

Saito took your hand again. “If you’ll let me, I’d like to continue.”

Your chest fluttered. “I would be a fool to turn you away.” You went and sat before him, placing your hands upon his lap. “I only hope I can satisfy you, dear husband.”

His tongue licked up his tusk and he growled. “I just worry I will hurt you.”

That was a concern for you too. He was so big, and he was big everywhere. You were sure his...manhood was just as big as the rest of him. But, after last night and that morning, you wanted to repay his affection somehow. “If we take our time I’m sure it will be fine.”

Saito glanced away with a stern set to his brow. He then took a breath and nodded. “You tell me stop, and I will stop. If I hurt you, I’m not sure I could stand myself.”

You placed a finger upon his lips. “All I know is I want to try. I know you will not willfully try to hurt me.” You then opened up your robe, showing him your bare skin, your small chest. His eyes lingered there, focusing on your nipples. His fingers brushed against them, making them stiff at the slightest touch.

You moved in closer, placing yourself between his legs. Your hands trembled as you moved to touch him. You had only dreamt of such things, you weren’t sure you would be able to please him properly.

“I want to touch you,” your voice quivered. “But will you place my hand upon it?”

Saito nodded, taking your hand and moving it under his robe. He pressed your palm upon something warm and thick. He moaned softly as your fingers squeezed. You closed your eyes, trying to picture in your mind's eye what it could look like.

“It’s yours,” he whispered into your ear. “You can do with it as you wish.” His free hand rested upon the small of your back. “My body is yours. To protect you, to comfort you, to please you. Command me and I’ll move it.”

You opened your eyes to look up at him. “Saito-” You had never felt so assured before and so at ease with someone. His words felt so sweet in your ears. “M-me too.” You wished you could have been as eloquent as he was in that moment.

Saitor chuckled and you felt him pulse under your palm. “That sweet hand upon me, move it just a little.”

You did so, stroking the length of it. “It’s kind of nice.”

“Would you like to see it?”

You swallowed then slowly moved your hand back as he removed his robe completely. The thick shaft laid against his thigh, darker than the rest of his skin. It pulsed as you looked at it, and the tip began to glisten.

You bit your lip as you touched again, tapping your fingers against the shiny hood of the top. “It’s so warm.”

Saito leaned in close to your ear again. “The real warmth here is you.” His hand on your back tightened. “That soft, wet channel between your thighs, it’s the gate to heaven.” His hand moved up, brushing against your chest. “It tasted as sweet as it felt.”

Your hand tightened around his cock, stroking it the more he spoke to you.

“The way you breathed when I touched you, the way the inner walls clung to my fingers. I forgot there was snow outside.” Saito’s fingers pressed against your mound again, finding that sensitive bud and tapping it. “I never felt more like a man than when I made you cry out in that highest pleasure.” The hungry look in his eyes made you dizzy.

You smiled shyly. “Can you do it again?”

He looked you up and down with a smile. “How would you like me?”

You laid back upon the floor, pulling your legs up and spreading them as Saito watched. He climbed over top of you, kissing you as his hands went down your body. His lips trailed, going to your small breasts, your belly, and back between your legs. You grabbed hold of his long braid pulling it as his tongue found that sweet epicenter again. He moaned against you, sending waves of pleasure through you. You pulled again on his braid and the moans grew deeper and louder.

“Saito,” you whimpered.

He looked up and slowly rose. He licked his lips, the sides of his tusks. Saito moved in closer and you felt it. His shaft rubbed against your thigh and you reached for it. He grunted, shutting his eyes tight as you moved it.

“Are you sure?” He breathed.

“Try, please?” You felt him below. “Just to see.”

Saito breathed and positioned himself better. He moved your hand aside, slowly placing himself at your mound. You felt him slip against you before pressing. You tried to relax, taking calming breaths like he did when he meditated. You then felt something solid inside. Like his fingers before, only more. You whimpered, grabbing hold of his arms.

“Is it okay?” His voice was a low growl.

“Yes, keep going.” You held a hand up to him and he lowered down to place his cheek into it. You gasped as he gently pushed deeper. He watched you intently, making sure nothing was wrong.

“I’m going to move a bit.” He placed a hand under your back. His body went lower, he felt closer to you while also pulling away. He went inside again and you moaned. Slowly by slowly, Saito moved faster, a little deeper. He was inside you, as a husband. You clung to him, wanting him against you. His body was heavy and big, yet you found you couldn’t get enough of him. His heat, his desire, they were one in the same with yours.

You’re unable to get out of bed the following morning. Your legs feel far too weak. Saito stays with you as long as he can, but eventually has to tend to his students.

“Last night you were remarkable,” he whispered before he had to leave. “My little wife really impressed me.”

You smiled shyly, almost unable to look at him. “I wouldn’t say I’m that little. After last night I feel just as big as you are, my husband.”

Saito’s cheeks darkened and he chuckled. He leaned down, giving you a long kiss. His hair was still in the braid you had done last night. “Don’t get me excited.” he kissed your cheek. “I will come and check on you this afternoon. Until then, enjoy your rest. You’ve earned it.”

“Saito!” You called out before he left the door. “I uhm-” You clammed up as he turned to look at you.

Saito smiled. “What is it?”

“I uhm...I wanted to say uhm-” You swallowed, trying to banish your nerves. “My body is yours,” your voice trembled.  “To protect you, to comfort you, to please you, to love you.” You watched his expression as it became so soft. “Co-command me and I’ll-”

“I know,” he smiled. “Everything you said, I will take it and give it back to you.” He blew a kiss to you.