18 Year Old Tania Harris Was Shot Twice By Police In Robbinsdale, MN Yesterday. Police Were Called To

Cold as Hell (Ghost x Reader)

141 is on a mission in Russia. Y/n and Ghost share a bed, for body heat purposes.... until she feels his huge fucking cock.

Warnings: mostly smut. some degrading and overstimulation but that might be it. p in v sex, unprotected, oral (m/f receiving), fingering (f receiving). MDNI

Word Count: 2.6k First true smut work. Unedited, I don't know anything about the game but I am down ferociously bad for this man.

Of course, their mission had to be in Russia. And of course, she was the only girl. Their assignment was in the morning, so they had been given a safe house. Because it was a safe house, it didn’t have heat, so they were going to freeze all night. 

The General assigned sleeping partners, signing off the call with “body heat only helps if there aren’t layers between.” Basically, sleep naked. Everyone was given a partner but her and Ghost, and it was well known Ghost slept alone. 

“Well, guess that’s that,” Soap said. “Night everyone.” Slowly, people disappeared to their rooms. 

“Soap, wait,” she grabbed his arm as he turned. “Can I please share with you and Price?” She didn’t do well in the cold. 

“I don’t know about that, y/l/n,” he started. “We’re both pretty big and…. well, you ‘erd the general.” 

“I’ll keep my underwear on, please Soap-“

“I’m sorry, Gaze.” He turned, disappearing down the hallway and into his room. She huffed, dreading her own room. She turned back to Ghost. 

“Get some rest,” he said, going upstairs instead of down the hallway. Of course, highest rank gets the biggest bedroom. 

She slumped to her room, closing the door taking off her armor. ‘Sleep naked’ wasn’t really effective if it was just one person, so she kept most of her layers on. 

She pulled the blanket over her head, breathing hot air out of her mouth hoping to warm the covers. She curled up, cursing the snow and the rain and anything she could think of. 

Two hours later, and she was still freezing fucking cold. She was desperate, willing to do borderline anything for some damn warmth. She slipped her boots back on and started heading down the hallway. 

She knocked on every door, begging them to share with her, and every one of them said no. She couldn’t blame them, she understood why, but it left her freezing. 

She sighed, realizing there was one door left. But Ghost slept alone, everyone knew that. Fuck it, what did she have to loose? 

She started upstairs, the wooden boards creaking underneath her. She made her way to the closed door and knocked gently. 

“Lt?” 

“Come in.” 

She opened the door, seeing him already in bed. He had on a shirt and pants, and of course the balaclava. She closed the door behind her. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, his voice more deep than normal, if that was even possible. He had clearly been asleep, or at least about to be. 

“I was just gonna ask if-“ her words caught in her throat, her mouth dry. 

“If-“ again, she froze. She knew she had a little crush, but the thought of actually asking him filled her with embarrassment. 

“Spit it out, Gaze.” 

“Right, sorry sir. Can I sleep with you? Share a bed, I mean,” she fumbled, her cheeks warming up. “Everyone else said no and I’m freezing to death. Can’t go to sleep.” 

He stared at her, weighing his options in his head. “You understand what that means, don’t you?” He asked, brow raising clearly through the mask. 

“I’ll keep my underwear and bra on, sir,” she offered, feeling him burn holes into her as he stared. He didn’t respond. “Please, Ghost.” 

He let out a breath and nodded. “Yeah. Come on,” he said, sitting up and taking off his shirt. He slipped his pants off underneath the covers, dropping them to the floor. He didn’t touch the balaclava. 

She sighed in relief, starting to pull off layers until they were equally exposed. She tiptoed around to the other side, the floor cold against her feet as she hurriedly climbed in. The bed was warm, making her sigh as soon as she laid down. She let her shoulder touch his, not wanting to push anything. 

Though it was definitely warmer than her own bed, she still shivered slightly. After ten minutes of her movement, it was clear Ghost was annoyed. 

“You ever gonna stop twitching, Gaze?” 

“Sorry, sir. Don’t do well with the cold. Barely even snows where I’m from.” 

“I can’t sleep with you shivering.” 

“Sorry, sir.” 

They fell into a silence, her squeezing her legs to try and stop the shivers. A gust of wind shook the house, making her shivers exponentially worse. 

“Christ, come here,” he muttered, tugging her arm towards him. She wrapped an arm around him, laying her head against his chest as he held her. She felt his muscles peaking through the skin, her nail tracing them delicately as she warmed up. She pressed every inch of her against him that she could. 

“Thank you, Lt,” she mumbled against his skin. “Promise I won’t tell anyone.” 

He grunted in response, hand unmoving against her back. He was distracted, immensely, by her scraping against his skin. It was light enough that it didn’t hurt, but it sent goosebumps up and down his body. Every silly shape she traced made his heart rattle against his rib cage. Her touch was borderline electric, sending sparks down his back and exciting him. He was praying to any gods out there that her hand wouldn’t slip low enough to notice the erection in his boxers.  

“Everything okay, Ghost? Your hearts racing.”

“‘m fine,” he replied, gripping the bed sheets a little too hard. Another wave of goosebumps erupted over him. “Can you stop that?” He snapped, harsher than her meant to. 

“Sorry, sir,” she replied, pulling her hand back to her side. As she brought it closer to her, she grazed the elastic of his boxers, pushing him even further. 

“Christ, are you doing that on purpose?” he groaned, catching her hand by the wrist. 

“Doing what?” 

“Driving me mad. Teasing me like it’s a fun little game.” He stared down at her, eyes sharp and tempting. He moved her hand further down, tracing his hard on. 

She felt her stomach do a cartwheel, the size of him present through his boxers. The cold definitely didn’t affect him that badly. She wrapped a finger around him, pinching his underwear and making him groan. He held his stare, eyes dancing with mischief and begging her for more. 

“I have another idea to keep us warm, Lieutenant.” He let go of her wrist, letting her hand travel below his waistband, scraping lightly all around his throbbing cock, but never quite touching it. 

“And what might that be, sweetheart?” He asked, eyes daring to shut at her touch. 

She wrapped her hand around him, slowly stroking him. He was already dripping precum. A groan erupted from the back of his throat, his head falling back against the pillows. The balaclava perfectly outlined his Adams apple as it sat tight against his throat. 

She used her free hand to wiggle his underwear down to his knees, readjusting where she was over his legs. He lowered the blanket to see her, careful to still keep her covered. She slowly brought the tip of his cook to her lips, circling her tongue around the head. 

His eyes rolled back in his head, a string of curses flowing from him. She took him in slowly, using her tongue to trace the thick vein along the bottom of his shaft. 

“Fuck, babygirl, just like that,” he whined, slowly thrusting his hips up into her mouth. She hummed around him as she bobbed, using her hand as compensation for the length she couldn’t take. His hand made his way to her hair, tangling his fingers as he pushed and pulled as he pleased. 

His dominance was pure aphrodisiac. She felt her walls clench around nothing, begging for him. She let her free hand wander to rub her clothes clit, desperate for any stimuli. 

“Taking my cock so well, Princess,” he praised, his eyes filled with desire. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him fully and making him groan. She whimpered around him. 

He pulled her off, watching a string of saliva form from her lips and connect to the tip of his throbbing, swollen cock. Tears were beaded on her eyelashes, cheeks red and lips plump. He slid his thumb over her lips, eyes lighting up when she sucked it instinctively. 

“Good girl,” he called, earning a moan from her that sent goosebumps over his body. He let his thumb fall from her mouth.  “You like that, sweetheart? Like being called my good girl?”

“Yes sir,” she responded, voice airy and cracked. 

Ghost gently grabbed her chin, making her look in his eyes. “I think it’s your turn, darling.” 

She moved next to him on the bed, watching him adjust until he was towering over her, holding himself up by the knee and elbow. His face was so close that she could feel his breath, even through the mask. His eyes pierced into hers, taking in every detail. They flickered down to her lips, making her damn near drool. 

“Ghost, please….. take it off,” she mumbled, fingering the edge of his mask. He grew visibly tense, and she decided not to push her luck. She let her fingers tail down his collarbone. She looked at where his lips would be, if not for the mask. 

His hand traveled down between her legs, tracing over her clothed cunt. 

“Already soaking wet, and I haven’t even touched you,” he muttered, his voice low. He moved the underwear to the side, rocking back on his knees to get a good look. Her pussy was dripping for him. 

She whimpered, grinding down onto the bed sheets for friction. He chuckled to himself, watching her squirm at his absence. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asked, fingers dancing up her thighs. They ran through her slick, spreading it up to her clit and teasing it. She moaned, feeling his fingers tease the entrance of her needy hole. 

“Use your words, darling,” he hummed. 

“You, anyway you’ll have me,” she moaned, desperate to be full. “Please, Simon.” 

His demeanor faltered, his cock twitching at his name. Besides Soap, no one ever used his name, especially not in this context. But he'd be damned if he didn’t hear it again. 

“Atta girl,” he groaned, lowering himself between her legs. He pressed a long, thick finger into her aching cunt, earning a whine of approval from her. He curled it as his thumb circled her clit, watching her reactions closely. 

He slid the balaclava until it rested on his nose, his face covered by her own body. She watched him place delicate kisses on her thighs, nibbling slightly as he pushed another finger in. Her vision blurred temporarily, her fist balled up in the sheets. 

Finally, he took a long lick across her sex. She was sweet, just as he thought she would be. 

“Holy shit, lieutenant,” his tongue attacked every crevice of her pussy, lapping up everything she had. The call of his rank made him groan, vibrating against her skin. 

“Y’fucking delicious, Gaze,” he whined against her, pumping his fingers with more force. 

Every time he hit that spot, euphoria shot through her veins. Every move he made was a fire erupting over her entire body. She could feel her nearing her release. 

“Ghost, please I’m right there- mph.” 

He hammered into her, tongue flicking her clit. She writhed underneath him, her moans airy. She brought her own hand to her breast, toying her nipple as he peered up at her. 

“Simon please-“ she whimpered, his fingers going at an unbelievable pace, her eyes fluttering closed. 

“Eyes on me, love,” he instructed, his voice sending shockwaves over her body. She met his gaze, goosebumps erupting on her skin. Tears of pleasure threatened to fall as the feeling became overwhelming. 

Every noise that escaped those pretty lips was music to his ears. He could stay here forever, listening to her beg him to cum, tasting her sweetness, watching her lose control with every move he made. 

“Fuck, don’t stop, please-“

“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he groaned, keeping his pace as she came unwound around him. His fingers were drenched by her cunt, her moans echoing off the walls as her words turned to whimpers. He lapped up every ounce of her he could, holding her hips steady as her heels dug into the mattress. He fucked her through her high, beads of sweat trailing down her thighs. 

She stuttered out whines, heart pounding in her chest. He moved the mask back down, his hands traveling up her body as he moved up to her neck. 

“Tell me what you want, love,” he groaned, his breath hot against her ear. She let her hands explore his stomach, lips pressing against his neck. 

“Fuck me, Simon. Fuck me to hell and back, fuck me until I can’t even moan anymore. Make me yours.” 

A primal growl came from his throat, his knees spreading her legs apart. 

“How can I resist you when you talk like that, baby?” 

He lined himself up with her, tip teasing her aching hole. In a sudden motion, he filled her up, walls squeezing him tightly. 

“Simon, y’fucking huge,” she whined, hands over his shoulders as he slowly moved in and out. 

“Save your words, sweetheart, you’ll need them to scream my name later,” he teased, pulling himself out and slamming back into her. She moaned, rubbing her cheek against the edge of his mask. 

He held back, his muscles twitching in anticipation. Every action was desperate, begging to let go and fuck her senseless. It didn’t help that she was blubbering in his ear, pussy squeezing him dry. 

“Feel so fucking good, baby, so fucking tight,” he mumbled into her shoulder. She whimpered, nails scraping the skin on his back. 

“Harder,” she mumbled, wrapping her legs around his waist and taking him deeper. 

“Whatever you want, princess,” he hummed in response. He held her waist, keeping her in place as he pounded into her, hitting her deeper than she’s ever felt before. “Fuck me….” 

“God, just like that Simon,” she whined, fingers digging into his back as his balls slapped her clit. 

“That’s right love, say my name,” he growled, his head fitting in the space of her neck. He bit her through the mask, leaving crooked marks along her jawline. 

“Simon- fuck, I’m gonna cum-!”

“Don’t you dare,” he ordered, pounding into even harder. 

Tears brimmed her eyes, her moans becoming cries of pleasure. “I can’t, gonna-!”

“Not done with you yet,” he groaned, feeling her walls tighten around him. 

“Simon, I’m-!”

Her words turned to pornographic whimpers as she came all over his cock, eyes rolling back and her body trembling. Tears fell freely down her face as she gasped for air, quickly becoming overstimulated. 

Simon’s grip on her waist tightened as her walls threatened to squeeze him dry. His ear didn’t miss a single whimper she made, her breath hot against his neck. His thrusts stuttered, losing their rhythm as he felt his own release grow nearer and nearer. 

“Fuck baby, gonna make me cum,” he growled, pulling his balaclava up to sit on his nose. He tenderly kissed her neck, taking in her scent as he listened to her blabber in his ear. 

“Want you to cum, sir, please,” she whined, another orgasm building at his desperate pace. 

He fucked her deep into the mattress, letting himself go. He grunted, bed creaking underneath him as he finally reached his high. He quickly pulled out, painting her stomach with his seed and almost collapsing on top of her. 

She muttered sweet nothings to him, rubbing out her last orgasm. His lips were fire against her neck, filled with so much need. He was whining in her ear, breathing labored at the feeling of it all. 

“Not cold anymore, are we?” He rasped, nibbling at her jaw. 

“Won’t even need a jacket tomorrow, sir.”

I found this somewhere and I love it

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy" - SUPERNATURAL REMIX

Moon Sick: part one

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Tovar x Reader

Summary: Looking for an escape from a festival to celebrate the Blue Moon, he finds you interrupting his peace and quite. (Sex Pollen with a twist)

Rating: M

Warnings: 18+ only, sex pollen/moon magic, oral sex (m+f), fingering, vaginal sex, implied age gap, grumpy jerk Tovar/ soft baby Tovar. You get that sweet and that sour!😆 also Reader is kind of stupid but we love her anyway lol.

A.N.: I feel like all my time spent reading Lisa See novels is finally paying off lol. This was inspired by @absurdthirst 's fic Xinjiāo (HOT. SO 🔥 ) and the dreamy fairy tail Tower of Roses by Rzrcrst

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If there was a 'right side of the bed' to wake up on, Tovar had yet to discover it. Today was no exception to his perpetual foul mood, made worse than ever by the fervor around him. The whole population of the wall was in an excited frenzy the past few days, it started at a simmer now it turned to a full boil. Some ridiculous festival was occurring tonight, something about the moon, peasant superstitions that he didn't give a damn about, he just wanted peace and quiet.

He reluctantly sat at the long tables in the feasting hall. Wanting to just take his congee to his chambers and escape the noise but he was pulled into a conversation with his strange companion, Ballard. Tovar shoveled his food in his mouth with the occasional grunt and grumble to show the man he was listening, though barely.

A loud eruption of celebratory drum beats began to echo through the air, causing the plates on the table to rattle and the din of conversation around him to escalate to cheers of the soldiers as they began banging on the table. Tovar could only swear and rub his temples, the noise doing his skull in.

"You're in a foul mood." Ballard rasped."More than usual I should say."

"These damn superstitious peasants, they'll find any reason to have a damn festival." Tovar spat.

"Like you dont enjoy a reason to drink and revel."

"I prefer to drink alone." A small fire cracker exploded on the other side of the hall causing more of a ruckus,"Saints above, one more noise and I swear-"

"Good morning!" You practically sang as you sat down next to Ballard, setting your breakfast down,"Did either of you see that sun rise this morning! I've never seen the sky so pink!" Tovar grummbled while rubbing his temples,"Oh! Ballard the eggs in the sparrows nest by my window finally hatched."

"Is that so?" Ballard said with a gentle grin, amused by Tovars mutterings in Spanish.

"Yup, five little baby birds. I cant think of a better wake up call than baby birds-"

"SHUT UP!" Tovar snapped, his hand slamming down on the table making the plates and you jump. He glared at you, the nostrils of his sharp nose flared, teeth gritted. Your mouth fell open as your wide eyes met his. "Its bad enough the constant noise around me, I'm not listening to you prattle on about your girlish childish nonsense."

You let out a scoff, brows furrowed as you were taken aback. He was always so mean to you, rude, dismissive. You always had tried to extend an olive branch, trying your best to give him a touch of kindness hopeing it'll make his hard shell soften. It was a useless persuit, you knew, but you held on to hope. You frowned, and took in a deep breath as you placed your hands on the table as you stood.

"You know, Tovar," you sighed, looking away from him. Your face turning warm, eyes stinging with tears you dare not shed in front of him, knowing he'd only taunt you for it."I dont know why I try with you." You nearly whispered as you gathered your food, and made your way to where The Cranes sat.

Tovar turned back to his food, his eyes glancing up to discreetly watch you as the other women eagerly made room for you. Ballard scowled at him.

"Now was that really necessary?" He asked.

Tovar chose to ignore him, as he ripped apart a red bean bun, and shoved it into his mouth, chewing it like a cow chewing cud. Ballard shook his head.

"Do you really wish for peace and quiet tonight?" He asked, and was met with a nod from Tovar, who surprisingly didnt speak with his mouth full. Ballard sighed and thought for a moment, pausing to briefly glance over his shoulder towards you, then back to Tovar. He leaned into the table," I know a place you can go tonight that will be as quiet as the grave."

Tovar's eyes went wide, as he desperately leaned in "Where? Where?"

"A small pond not far from here, maybe a half mile from the wall-"

"Your asking me to go back out there!?" Tovar scoffed as he pointed behind him, to where not even five months ago he was nearly torn to shreds by monsters.

Ballard sighed and rubbed his face,"The OTHER side of the Wall, Tovar."

Tovar's eyes shifted,"Oh, right."

"If you come to my chambers I'll show you exactly where on one of my maps."

"Do other people know of this place?"

"Oh yes, it's very well known, especially among women-"

"And how will I be 'alone' if it's well known?" Tovar grumbled," I want to be completely away from-" another fire cracker snapped followed by more hoots and hollers,"That." He spat.

"They think its cursed, or enchanted rather."

Tovar rolled his eyes and smirked, for once the superstitions of the people around him went in his favour. Ballard tried to warn him of the enchantments, but Tovar stopped him, not needing to know anymore. He was going to be in complete isolation this night and that was all that mattered.

That evening after the sun was completely set, before the moon fully rose, and the celebration began Tovar was already saddled up and ready. It was a short journey on horse back useing a lantern to read the map Ballard provided. He followed the old cobbled road that led from the gates of The Wall until he found the trail. It was a narrow worn dirt path most wouldn't even notice that cut into a thick patch of woods nestled between rocky clifs. The trees were so overgrown he had to dismount and lead his horse by the reign. He made his way by dim lamplight, ducking and nudging branches. A rustle in the overgrowth drew his attention, makeing him reach for his weapon, his horse whinned at the sudden stop. Before he could unsheath his dagger a fox scampered out of the tree line, it froze in the light of the lanturn before dissapering into the woods. He sheathed his knife with a smirk, laughing at himself for being startled by a harmless fox, and continued on. As we went further he tried to ignore the feeling he might have gotten lost, until he heard the sound of water running over stone, and a strong musky scent filled his lungs. The tree line thinned until he emerged on the other side. He had to stifle his gasp as he took in the sight before him; a beautiful moonlit oasis nesstled in the rocky terrain.

The moon shone bright and full in the clear sky, bathing the pond before him in heavenly blue light. Its reflection blinding in the still dark water. A gentle waterfall fed it, streaming from the clifs sides hiding the pool. Thick vines of blooming jasmine clung to the smooth rocks of the clif side and the boulders that rested at the waters edge. The air was thick with the perfume of the beautiful white flowers that grew all around him. Their scent invadeing his sense, makeing him feel nearly dizzy.

He grinned to himself, and pondered how a place this heavenly and tranquil be cursed? He had to utter a small laugh as he removed his satchel and tied his horses reign to a tree. The sound of crickets and the occasional peep of a frog where the only thing to disturb him as he streached out on the bank of the pond. He felt the tension he always held in his muscles fade as he gazed up at the sky, eyes fixed on the large moon in the sky.

It didn't take long for him to start feeling warm, fidgeting in his leather armor, the hairs on the back of his neck growing damp. He soon found himself in the pond, his clothes piled in the grass, the water a sweet relief to the mild warmth throughout his body. He stood in the middle of the pond,the water lapping at his shoulders. He heard the whinny of his horse behind him, but he ignored it, it was probably just that fox from earlier sniffing around startling it. He looked up to the moon, he'd never seen it so big in the sky before, he felt almost hypnotized by its glow.

"What the hell?" A feminine voice snarled behind him. He wiped around and found you on the bank of the pond, clad in a long dark silk robe, a knapsack on your back.

"YOU!" the two of you snapped, "ME?"

"What are you-" he began before you cut him off.

"No no, what are YOU doing here-"

"How did you know I'd be-"

"I didn't know you'd be here! Why would I be here if i knew you'd be here?"you snapped.

"Who even told you about this place?"

"Who told you?" You retorted.

"What's it to you?"

"To me? This is my spot!" You snapped.

"You're spot?" Tovar scoffed, "you don't own this place."

"Well neither do you." You snapped, arms crossed.

"I was here first."

"No, I was here first," you huffed," I've been here every full moon. It's my thing. Now your here. Ruining it! Like you ruin everything!"

"Every full moon? What, do you come here to turn into the Demon that you are?"

"No!" You snap, sitting down on a boulder, your knees drawn up to your chest, arms around your legs.

"Why then?" Tovar mocked as he made his way closer to the bank of the water, stopping when the water hit his mid torso. Your eyes glanced over to him, you tried to ignore how the drops of water rolled down his chest, the moon light bathing his damp skin in blue light, making him glow. Tired to ignored how heat pooled in your belly as you pulled your eyes away.

"W-why what?" You pouted.

"Why do you come here so often?"

You felt your face burn,"N-none of your business."

He laughed to himself, you didn't have to look to know he was smirking to himself,"Oh I see, you're embarrassed by why you come here, hm? Must be somthing quite scandalous then to make you so flustered."

" I'm not flustered! I'm angry!" You snapped, looking to his grining face as he moved closer, the water hitting him lower and lower until he stopped. Your breath hitched as you watched how the water lapped at his hips, how water dripped from the soft hairs just below his belly button. Your eyes flitted from his exposed hips up to his mocking face. You turned and reached for your knapsack.

"I bet I can guess." He taunted as you rummaged through your bag,"I bet you come here, so you can have a little bit of privacy-" you cautiously look to him, before he grinned even wider," Privacy so you can play with that evil little pussy of yours."

You grumbled and turned back to your bag.

"Don't mind me," Tovar laughed," you can go right ahead, I could use a little show-"

"I come here to cry you...you...braying jackass!" You snapped at him. He tensed as you sniffled and rummaged through your bag, pulling out a wine bottle. You pulled the cork out with your teeth, and spit it out before taking a swig. You looked back to him with a pout,"Well, go ahead. Make fun of me. Mock me. Call me a Child I dont care.-"

"I'm sorry." He said softly, looking down, shoulders falling a punch of guilt hitting his stomach.

You looked to him as he made his way to where you sat on the rock. You quickly looked away before he was fully exposed to your eyes, taking another sip of wine. He leaned against the boulder you sat on, staring up at you, you quickly brushed away a tear, not wanting him to see.

He called to you softly, wanting you to look him in the his eyes. Tentatively you glanced to him. His eyes seemed to sparkle in the dark, they appeared soft somehow. Something you'd never think you'd ever see in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," he repeated softly. You were almost shocked, you'd never heard him sound so soft, so kind. His hand reached out and touched your bare ankle, gliding his rough thick fingers up your smooth skin,"what makes you cry?"

You wiped your face again as another tear rolled down. You studied his face, convinced this was some kind of act.

"I just..." you began softly,"I miss home." He made a soft grunt, and gave a nod as if he understood. You turned towards him, scooting a little closer,"I just...I want to go home."

He looked down, frowning as he stroked your calf." I understand." He said quietly.

You blink, unsure of what to make of his softness finally comeing through. Maybe it was because you two were alone, no men around to chide him for showing vulnerability.

"You do?" You sniff, smiling with a little relief. His eyes flipped up to yours, practically glittering in the moonlight, making your heart skip a beat.

"Of course." He purred, brows furrowed, his hand leaving your calf while you smiled,"its perfectly understandable, for a child to miss home."

Your stomach dropped as he snatched the bottle from your hand with a grin on his face. You gasped as you tried to grab it back from him but he had already slipped into the water. He took a deep swig before grimacing and nearly spat it out. He looked from the bottle to you, muttering in Spanish.

"The hell is this shit?" He spat.

"Its sweet plum wine." You sighed,"Your ment to sip it, not chug it like cheap ale. It's too sweet for that." You reached back into your bag," you can keep that bottle, you heathen. I brought two."

You held it up with a triumphant laugh and you think you see a smirk on his face but it was short lived. You felt the bottle slip from your hands. Before you could even try to catch it you heard the distinct plunk of it falling into the black water. You leaned over the rock desperately hopeing to find it in the moonlight, but it was to no avail. There was no way you'd find it. You sigh in frustration and turn, knees to your chest as you just give up and cry.

Tovar took another sip from the bottle, and tried to ignore the sound of you sniffling. He turned his back to you, gazing up into the moon, trying to listen to the sound of the ever present summer crickets, the musky scent of the jasmine vines filled his lungs as he took a deep breath, making him dizzy again. He heard a soft sob come from you, his stomach twisting. He bit his lip and tentatively looked over his shoulder to you. Your body shaking as you quietly cried. He swore under his breath, and slowly made his way closer to you.

He called to you, softly.

"Just leave me alone." You cried.

"Please. Look to me, hermosa." He said, not knowing why he called you that, not caring. You turned, your eyes puffy, your face wet with tear making your face sparkle like a jewel in the moonlight. He took a sharp breath, how did he just only now realize how beautiful you were. If he didn't know you, he'd swear you were some kind of angel, or a fairy, some beautiful other worldly creature ment to only tempt men into ruin. He shook his head trying to clear it, it must be the wine getting to him. He cleared his throat,"I'm willing to share."

You frowned," How generous to share something that doesn't even belong to you."

"Technically, this dosnt belong to you either, I know you stole this from the kitchens." He said with a grin, you opened your mouth to challenge him but he was right. You did steal it. "Cmon. Stop your crying, join me. The water is warm, and there's plenty room for the both of us."He added.

You thought for a moment. "Will you promise not to peek?"

He felt himself stir, just now realizing you were naked beneath your robe. A soft breeze swept over the pool, causing the surface to ripple, the leaves of the trees rustle gently as your hair was softly blew across your face. He took a deep breath, the pollen of the jasmine invading his scenes. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to steady himself. He cleared his throat, "no, hermosa," he nearly groaned," I wont.." he felt a few beads of sweat break out across his forehead, "I wont peek."

"Are you okay?" You asked as he turned.

"Fine, fine, just-" he paused for a moment, not knowing what to blame his sudden dizzying feeling,"must be this damn wine. You should have stolen ale."

"Well, next time I decide to spend some time alone I'll ask you what you want to drink first."

He let out a small laugh, and shook his head. The sound of the water sloshing caused a chill to run up his spine, his back going straight, his breath hitching as he tries not to think about how you were currently naked behind him. He rose the bottle to his lips, his hands shaking slightly. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He steadied himself before turning around. He gritted his teeth hard, and had to stifle a groan.

Your arms were crossed over your exposed chest. You looked unsure, scared, like a frightened rabbit. He didn't want you to feel timid under his gaze, he wanted you to drop your arms. Let him see you, feel you skin slip underneath his rough hands.

"Tovar?" You asked," you look...unwell."

You reach out with one hand still across your chest, and touched the back of your hand to his forehead. He let out a groan at the feel, his eyes slipping shut, as he began to nuzzle your skin. "Your burning up."

He let out a shaky breath, his throat and mouth going dry from the mere touch of your hand. He took hold of your hand, fighting the urge to place kisses upon it, kiss up your arm, to your neck, to your soft lips. You take back your hand quickly and snatched the wine from him. Turning your back to him, as you sip. His eyes slipped over your bare back and he bit back a wimper, taking another sharp breath through his nose as he felt himself stir. He couldn't do anything to stop it, he was starting to ache. He scooped up some water and splashed his face. Bring him back to the ground, he didn't want you. You were annoying, and too chipper, weak. You weren't enough for him, he needed a warrior like himself, someone harden. In fact he didnt need anyone, he only needed himself. Then you looked over your shoulder to him.

"Tovar?" You asked,"what's wrong?"

He snatched the bottle from you, taking another swig, not caring about the sweetness, just needing a distraction. He growled as he looked at you, he wanted to smell you, taste you. The jasmine musk so potent in the air, reminding him of something primal, the scent so familiar. Womanly. That distinct smell that made him groan, his mouth garnering moisture, no longer dry, but practically salivating over the thought of his nose pressed into your most private of areas. The sound of your phantom crys ringing in his ears.

He was so transfixed he didnt even feel you take the wine back from him, he stood frozen in the water, eyes locked on you. Locked and dark, blown out to near black. His breath leaving him in deep pants through his nose, chest rising heavily before falling with each breath. Your eyes, your beautiful glittering gemstone eyes, shone like stars in the dark sky, were wide. Your lips , so soft and sweet were calling to him. Your voice like a psalm being sung at mass, his name a prayer. He wanted to make you scream it. The world around blurred, falling away, the sounds of crickets and the trickle of the water fall dieing away. All he saw and heard was you.

While he was zoned out you snapped your fingers in front of his face, confused you called to him. You gave his shoulder a shake, barely budging him as he stared at you, his teeth grinding, neck straining. You called to him again.

"You're starting to scare me," you said softly," stop playing around."

He let out a low groan, and shook his head,"I'm not 'playing'." He took your hand in both of his, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. His eyes slipping shut as he hissed as your cool hand rested against his scared and stubbled face. He peppered your hand with kisses. "Your skin is like the softest silk...i could touch it, kiss it, feel it for hours."

You stared at him, looking over your shoulder convinced he was talking to someone behind you, his hand cupped your chin, forcing your confused face to look up to him.

"Tovar, what the hell are you doing? Is this your idea of a joke? Because it's not funny."

He grabbed you by the back of the neck, gripping your wrist with his other hand, pulling you flush against him. You gasped, and tried to push your self away from his grasp, but his strong hands grabbed on to your hip and back. Your face mere inches from his, his pelvis flat against your belly.

"Does THIS feel like a joke to you, Hermosa?" He growled as he glared down at you through slitted eyes. You gasped, jaw falling open as you felt the unmistakable feeling of his hardened cock against you. You froze, not knowimg what to do. He had to be pulling some sly trick on you. Just a few moments ago he was calling you a child, now you were naked, flush against each other and he was practically begging for you.

He looked down to your bare chest and whimpered, actually wimperd as he took you in.

"Oh, Mi Vida," he sighed in his gruff voice," you have no idea how beautiful you look." You could barely squeak out a response," the moonlight on your skin...on those perfect tits," his hand glided up from your hip, up to cup your breast. That's when you'd had enough.

You took used all your strength and shoved him off you.

"Thats not funny, Tovar!" You snapped, treading the water back to the shoreline. "One minute you hate me, taunt me, now you're groping me? Acting like you want to woo me, like I'm some stupid maiden who will fall for any-" you were yanked back, Tovar pulling you to him. You scoweld up at him, hopeing he feels how offended you were. But his face was set in stone, serious and grim. His eyes burning, his breath shallow and feirce. He leaned down to you, his nose brushing your cheek, makeing you shudder inspite of yourself. You turn your face from him, a soft breath of his name leaving your mouth as his lips ghosted up your neck. You squrim as you feel his stubble scrape you, while his soft lips soothe. You feel a deep pull in your belly, a clench so feirce it makes you cry out when he whispers your name into your ear.

"W-why are you doing this?" You pant, eyes squeezed shut as he begins to kiss you. "Why now? Why here?"

"I've always wanted this." He confessed, his fingers burrowing into your hair, pulling you gently to his chest. Embracing you, kissing the top of your head, while he grips you. You were taken aback, both from his words, and his soft touches. His fierce demenoir melted away,"always....always wanted you. Needed you." He sighed,"couldn't admit it."

You pull away enough to meet his gaze, your eyes stinging on the verge of tears. "Why?"

He cupped your face, caloused fingers brushing away tear drops from your face as his forehead rests gently against yours. He shut his eyes, and took a long breath.

"Pride. Ego." He sighed,"Fear?"

You reached your hand to his, your other still wrapped around the bottle of wine.

"Fear of what?" You asked softly.

He took a long moment, thinking, bracing himself. He dipped his head down, almost in shame. His hands once again made their way to your waist, as he leaned his his head down to your shoulder.

"Fear that you'd turn me away." He said against your shoulder." Fear that you wouldn't turn me away." He was quiet for a moment,"Fear that I'd lose you."

"Lose me?" Your eyes fluttering shut as he kissed your neck, occasionally nipping your skin.

"If I didn't care about you it wouldn't hurt as much if...you were.." he sighed heavily,"dont make me say it , Mi Amor."

You felt like you were punched in the chest, it took you a few deep breaths before you were able to speak.

"Tovar I-"

"Pero." He said firmly, his face meeting yours, his eyes wet,"Just...call me Pero."

You nodded. "Pero....just kiss me-"

He attacked your lips, groaning into your mouth as you easily opened to him. His hands gripped you everywhere he could, while your one hand gripped his short hair. He grasped your ass harshly, making you groan into his mouth before he knelt slighty, grabbing the back of your thighs. He hoisted you up, your arms wrapped around his neck as he continued to kiss you, legs around his waist. You gasped as his hardened cock ground against your core.

He took the opportunity to attack your neck, gazing his teeth along the delicate skin before soothing it with his tounge and lips. You smiled, as you moaned, never did you think you'd be in this situation. Never thought Pero would hold you like this, kiss you like this. It was bliss. He kissed up your neck until he got to your jaw, giving you a few nibbles before he captured your lips again. Placing a few sloppy kisses there until he needed to take a breath, his eyes shut, while he gave a deep rumbley laugh, his lips curled into an honest to God smile.

You brought the wine bottle to your lips, taking a sip. He looked to you, and gave a nod to the bottle. You laughed as you poured some into his waiting mouth. He swallowed and grinned, hiking you up higher onto his tosro. Pulling the bottle from your hands. He gave you a wink with his scared eye, before tipping the bottle towards your lips, missing them entirely, pouring the sweet liquid all down your chin and on to your breasts. You're shocked call of his name was cut short when the last of the bottle emptied on to you, he dropped the bottle and his mouth descended onto your chest. Lapping up every spilled drop. He shifted you, palming your breast with one hands, his mouth latching on to your other breast.

You bite your lip, and stifle a moan, your core aching now. Needing his touch, you ground agaisnt him, needing more. You sighed his name, as he let go of your breasts. He gripped you, hoisting you bridal style as he made his way to the waters edge, kissing you as he made his way. He sat you down gently, reaching into his satchel and pulling out his traveling cloak, spreading it out on the ground.

He waved you over to him, beckoning you to lay down. You took his hand as he helped you down onto the rough fabric.

"Im sorry," Tovar said softly as he knelt down beside you, slowly laying down on his side,"you deserve better than my filthy cloak on a hard ground. But I couldn't think of sullying your silk robe," he rested his forearm bedside your head, his other hand busy careesing your thigh, your side."you deserve a feather bed, soft sheets, a warm fire."he nuzzled your cheek, before allowing his hand to slip between your legs, roaming over the damp curls there, his middle finger slipped between your folds, finding that bundle of nerves that makes you gasp.

Your eyes slip shut as he watches you sigh, you caress his neck, his arm. Whisper his name, a small groan leaving him at the sound of it.

"I would kill just to hear you sigh my name," he placed harsh kisses to your lips, your neck, subtly shifting to lay on top of you," to feel your skin," his fingers left your core, spreading your thighs to make room for him,"to feel your wetness, wet for me," he kissed between your breasts, down your stomach,"just to taste you, smell you, devour you." He stopped and looked up to you, his brows furrowed in anger,"Has any man devoured you, Mi Vida? Tasted you? Brought you to bliss from their tounge?"

You caught your breath, you weren't a virgin, but you wouldn't call yourself experienced. Men took their pleasure from you; cads you met in taverns, frauds and liars that promisd you love but left you heartbroken. Never had a man looked to you like this. You shook your head,"no." You admitted shyly.

He growled," Fools. All of them" he aggressively kissed your thigh muttering to himself about how they were basterds and whore sons for never making you quake beneath them.

He dipped his head down, his nose nestling in your curls, inhaling you. He moaned, and fought the urge to grind his now aching cock into the cloak, just to garner some relief. You smelled the same as the jasmines that surrounded the two of you. Musky, sweet, beautiful. It made him near dizzy from lust, aching for the feel of you, the taste of you.

His tounge darted out, running up your slit, your back arching from the teasing sensation of the tickle. You squrimed beneath him, his thumbs parting your folds before he dipped his tounge back in, piercing your entrance. You gasped, and gripped his hair, never having felt this before, never receiving this attention before. His head moved as he lapped at your folds, and you were transfixed. Leaning on one elbow looking down at him, his eyes were shut, his tounge thick as he stroked you with it. You groaned, thighs shaking. His eyes snapped open, burning into yours as he flashed his teeth in a murderous grin. He leaned closer, and ran the tip of his tounge around that sweet pearl, makeing you jerk, he laughed softly to himself. Grinning like a cat that got the cream before he wrapped his lips around it, and sucked.

You cried out, thighs shaking harder, a warm pull in your belly forming, he moaned at the sound of your cries, the vibrations makeing you clamp your thighs on his head. He pushed them apart as he lapped and sucked at you, growling as your voice echoed against the trees. Your hand pulling his hair, his fingers slid into you, curling, thrusting into you. You whined, actually whined as he did what you could only describe as torture. You were about to crest, a feeling your only used to bringing upon yourself. This felt different, deeper, harder. You bucked as he tried so hard to keep you steady, growling in frustration. He pulled back, ignoring your cry, as he slapped your thigh hard to keep still, immediately diving back into your core like a man starved.

He sucked one last time, and that was it. Your back arched, as you went rigid, your heels digging into the ground as your voice cracked as you cried out nonsense. You think you were trying to cry his name, but you couldn't think, only writhe and cry as he lapped up everything you spilled for him, watching you as your head was thrown back. Groaning as you pulled his hair hard, pulling him off you as it became too much. You quivered, and ran a shaky hand over your face as you drew in a gasp of air. Your fingertips running down your neck, over your breast. When you finally came back to reality you heard Tovar sigh.

"Look at you," he said more to himself than you,"laying so undone by just my tounge." You wimpered," Imagine what bliss my cock will bring you."

"Oh God." You gasped.

"Your glowing," his hands carresed your still shaking thigh,"you have no idea how heavenly you look under the light of the full moon." You opened your eyes and swallowed hard, finally finding a steady breath." I'm envious of the moon. How its rays carress every inch of your skin all at once. The honor it has to do such a thing. If only I could."

"Oh my God, Pero." You sigh, sitting up" I don't know what's gotten into you tonight."you wrap your arms around his neck as you shifted to your knees, fingers tracing the bulging veins in his neck, makeing him groan. Your hands travel down his scared chest, down his stomach, till you found his hardened cock beneath your fingertips.

He grabbed your hand, and sublty shook his head,"No, mi vida, I don't wish to spill in your hands." He breathed.

You bit your lip, looking him in the eyes," I...I just..I just want a taste of you, Pero. Just a taste." He groaned out your name, head lulling to side as you gently stroked him, gathering the beads leaking from the tip and working it down the shaft. "Please? And then you can have me however you want."

He took in a deep breath before nodding. You dipped down, running your thumb over the tip of him, making him repress a sigh, before whispering your name as your tounge ran over the slit. Tasting the beads that leaked from there, before sinking down as far as you could with out gagging. His fingers gripped through your hair, roamed over your shoulders and back as he tried hard to refrain from thrusting. Your tounge carresed him, tracing the thick vein that ran up him, before suckling at the tip.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep from pushing you back down by your hair. He wimpered your name before it was enough indulgence. He pulled you from him, his chest heaving. You look up to him, his eyes pleading.

"I need you." He nearly whispered," need to feel you, need to take you."

You swallow the taste of him, "I'm yours." He captured your lips as he pushed you down onto your back, his tounge invading you, tasting yourself, him tasting himself. Your legs wrapped around his narrow waist, arms caressing every inch you could touch. You turned your head to catch your breath,"I've always been yours." You confess, as he took himself in his hand,"you could've had me at anytime," you sigh at the feel of him running the head of his cock up and down your folds. Gathering wettness before he nudged your entrance." You just had to take me. I always wanted-" you were cut off with a gasp of his name as he pushed in. Slowly, inch by inch. You felt every bit of him, every vein, ridge, everything agaisnt your slick walls. Your nails digging in to his back, makeing him groan into your ear.

Once he pushed as far as he could he paushed, letting you feel him. His breath hot against your neck.

"How- how does it feel?" You asked him, your voice barely a whisper."Tell me. Do I feel good? Please tell me I feel good"

He shuddered, his hand gripping your hip firmly, he panted for a few moments,"Nev-," he stifled a groan as you involuntarily clenched around him,"Never have I felt a cunt this tight...this wet...oh mi vida. Are you ready? Please tell me your ready-"

"Im ready," you nearly beg,"please I'm so ready I-" your voice dies as he pulls out, only to slam back in, your voice returning only to moan louder than you ever had. "Pero," you cry,"please, keep going dont be gentle, just take me. As hard as you can. Please."

He grunted and shifted resting on an elbow by your head, looking down at you through hooded faded eyes, his teeth gritted as he begins to set a pace. Steady at first makeing you whimper, until he sped up, getting rougher, harsher. His breath leaving in pants, your voice a constant cry of his name as he brushed a spot inside you you've never known was there. The sound of skin on skin was vulgar, sinful, but you didn't care.

You reached between you and him, finding your clit. Circling as you felt yourself nearing another climax.

"Are you close?" He panted as he trusted. You could only nod, eyes squeezed shut. A cry left you as you felt his weight leave you, his cock slipping from you. You grabbed him, trying to keep him on you, but you were met with a sharp slap to your thigh. Making you yelp. "On your side, Mi Amor."

"What?" You pant, but he pushed you on to your side, laying himself behind you, he hooked your thigh over his, his other arm slipping around your torso keeping you flush against him. You smiled and sighed as he kissed your neck, slipping easily back into your core. His groans hot against your ear.

The new angle making you cry out as he grazed that spot inside you again. His speed increasing, his voice becoming grunts as he bucked into you, sweating like a stallion. You reached back and gripped his hair, making him growl through gritted teeth.

"Pero, please," you panted," Im so close, please-"

His hand left your thigh and reached down to where you two met. Circling you, makeing you cry, whimper, you shook against him practically screaming him name as you crested again. He held you firm, his voice breaking as his hips studdered, until he gasped your name in your ear. You felt him spill inside you, felt him soften, his grip on you losening, until he slumped against you. His softening cock still inside you, twitching, making you sigh.

You're not sure how long you laid in a heap, deep pants filled the air mixing with the sound of the summer crickets. Sweat drying on your skin from the warm air. Eventually he slipped from you, a soft groan from his lips, a sigh from you, the evidence of him dripping from you. You roll over, nestling into him. He placed soft kisses against your face, soft words in your ear, soft touches.

You laid together, slipping in and out of sleep until he urged you up. Half dazed you let him guide you up, bracing yourself against him as he helped you back into the water, until you were thigh deep. He scooped up water, and assisted cleansing you while you kissed his neck. Leading you back, he helped you into your robe, tieing it for you, kissing you. You leaned agaisnt the boulder, watching him dress.

The rest of the time came back only in bits and pieces. You nestling against him side saddled on his horse, yours following behind, its reigns teetherd to his horses saddle. Him helping you down in the stables of the Great Wall. Him carrying you to his chambers, nestling into his bunk. Him urging you to sleep, only to be awoken with his weight on top of you.

"Im sorry, Mi Amor, I just need you one more time , before I leave you for the day."

You groaned and urged him to fill you again, half awake as his breath was hot agaisnt you once again, muttering sweet words while you were in sleepy bliss, your eyes gazing out the window by his bed, the sun beginning to rise. You crested suddenly, gently, triggering him. He kissed you again.

"Sleep ,Mi Amor. Rest." You tired to sit up, it was time for your shift to begin as well, but he only pushed you back."No, you need sleep." He said softly," I'll tell them your ill."

You were going to argue, but you slipped back into sleep.

A few hours later you rose, the sun high in the sky, your core aching, your brain fuzzy. You cleaned yourself with the water and rag on the wash stand. After you made your way to your own chambers, as discreetly as possible, you washed fully. Trying to erase evidence of your encounter from the night and morning, and dressed in your armor. Your stomach growled, it had to be time for mid day tea from the sound of the drums and the bustle coming from the halls.

You slipped your way into the crowd, until you were in the feasting hall. Your eyes scanned the tables for Pero, wanting to be near him, but you felt someone take your arm.

"There you are!" A friendly voice laughed at your side, "we were looking for you all last night!"

You smile, your closest friend, a member of the Cranes, Shu, was pulling you towards the other woman at the Cranes table. You glanced around as you were led, finally spotting Tovar, he was talking excitedly to William and Ballard. His eyes darting around until he noticed you, he sat up straight, eyes wide. Your face felt warm, and you shyly smile to him. He grinned to you, winking his scared eye at you as you were urged to take a seat with the other women.

"It was so much fun, I can't believe you missed it!" Shu continued, scooping rice and vegetables into a bowl, topping it with pork in a sweet chili sauce, and passing it to you. She speared a few dumplings from the middle of the table placeing it on a plate and handing it to you as well. You don't know how she knew you were starving but she knew. "Where were you? Oh wait," she laughed, fixing herself a bowl and plate for herself." let me guess. At the pond again?"

You poured tea for her, then yourself, clearing your throat,"um...yeah, tell me about the party." You asked trying to change the subject. "What did I miss?"

"Oh you know, music, fireworks, drinking, the most amazing dumplings and whole roasted pigs. You would have loved it," she gave you a pout,"I wish you were there! Why did you go to that damned pond again?"

"I dont know, I just don't like crowds." You shifted in your seat, greedily eating the food your friend fixed for you. You could tell she was eyeing you suspiciously. You couldn't keep anything from her. She could read you like a book.

You'd been friends since you arrived, quickly bonding when you discovered she spoke English. You became close after the defeat of the monsters, a few weeks into your stay she declared you her Laotong, your 'old same', close as sisters, bonded forever. Nothing was kept from either of you, so now she knew something was a miss.

Her eyes went wide and a small gasp left her lips, "You weren't alone were you?"

You shifted your eyes, shoveling more food into your mouth.

"It was a man wasn't it?" She teased.

A few of the other women looked up from their bowls or haulted their conversations to look to you and Shu. You sipped your bitter tea, ignoreing how hot it was.

"Who?" Shu giggled, grabbing your arm,"tell me, I'll die if I dont know!"

You looked to her and cleared your throat,"um..." you glanced behind you, to a few tables away, where Tovar sat eating. His eyes boring into you. Shu looked as well, her eyes scanning the crowd.

"Who? Who?" Her eyes landed on the table with Tovar, seeing how he was looking at you, the way his lips cruled into a knowing grin. Her eyes went wide as she quickly turned away, her mouth hanging open. "Tovar?" She gasped, getting the attention of more of the women. You turned to her, shushing her.

"Please dont-"

One of the women across from you spoke to Shu, questioning what was wrong in Mandarin. Which Shu quickly answered before you could stop her. The women across dropped her chopsticks, the girl beside her tugged her sleeve and she quickly shared the information. You groaned as one by one the whole table found out, small gasps and laughs hummed over the table.

"Uuugh, Shu!" You whined, you loved Shu, but damn her blabbering mouth, Shu offered you another pork dumpling her cheeks pink.

"Sorry." She grimaced, you let out a small laugh at her peace offering, you couldn't stay mad at her.

After your mid day meal you found yourself in the Women's Chamber with the other Cranes. In any other home in this country this palce was where the ladies of the house would practice embroidery, host their friends with tea and Mah Jong, and pretty much that occurred here as well, except along with embroidery, tea, and games, the women sparred, fixed their weapons, and had a go at target practice with their bows.

A few of the women sat around you and Shu, some adjusted their spears, or helped mend their friends robes outside of it, but still listened in. Tea was passed around, sweet cakes, and fruit. Shu held the robe of a fellow Crane, fixing the embroidery that was coming unraveled.

You sipped on the jasmine tea that was being passed around. The scent of the hot drink brought back every event from the night before, makeing your face warm.

"Soo..," Shu grinned," Tell me everything!"

A few of the women giggled beside you.

"I...I don't know...where to start-"

Shu stopped you," Did you 'Test the machete'?"

You blinked at her,"I don't understand."

She thought for a moment, "Bed business."

"Oh, oh." You giggled."Yes."

Shu smiled,"How was his weapon?"

"His weapon was imposing." You laughed," and he was muscled like a stallion."

One of the women beside you sighed.

"Was his aim true?"

"Very true, he was an expert marksman."

One of the other girls asked Shu something,"Ok, did he find the pearl within your oyster?"

"Yes."

"How?"

"With his fingers, and his tounge."

"AIYA!" She exclaimed with a laugh,"lucky girl! So, he was just there? Waiting for you?"

"No," you said snagging a red bean bun as a plate was being passed around," He didnt know I'd be there. He was really angry I was there, actually."

"But he layed with you, how did he go from angry to...lust filled?"

You shruggd as you bit into the sweet bun,"I dont know, one minute he was calling me a child,then we were drinking wine in the pool, and the next thing I knew he couldn't keep his hands off me."

"Odd." Shu said," Do you think the wine got to him?"

"I dont think so, wine usually kills men's ability to...perform their...bed business."

Shu thought for a moment,"unless.."

"Unless what?"

"The Blue Moon," she gasped," like the story."

A murmer went over the women beside you.

"Story? What story? What does the moon have to do with it?"

She sighed," There's a story attached to that pond." She began," The Tale of the Saddened Bride."

You chewed your bun hesitantly, not really liking the sound of the tale.

"So, long ago, a young girl came from a home that was not that rich, but not that poor. Her feet were not that small, but not that big. And she married a man who was not so rich, but not so poor. He also was not that kind, but not that mean.

She was desperately unhappy in her new home. Her Mother in Law cruel, demanding a Grand Son, but her husband paid her no mind. He gave her no affection, gave her no gifts, and never visited her at night. So every full moon when once more her red flower would bloom, when her Mother in Law beat her for ruining her bed with her blood, she would go to the cliff side, among the jasmine vines and cry. She cried every month, cried so much that her tears began to form a pool.

When one day the Moon showed twice in one month her husband came to her chambers, only to find her missing. He ventured out until he found her, crying by the pond she made with her tears. He scolded her, 'I never beat you!' He yelled, 'I feed you! Clothe you! And still you cry!'

She only wiped her face and told him 'Yes, but you don't love me.' When the moonlight fell upon her tears he was suddenly struck by her beauty. He took her in his arms and cried too. He was must have been blind to her beauty, her charms, he felt like a fool. He vowed to love her fully from then on. Have her want for nothing. And that night they made a son-"

You nearly choked on your tea, one of the women patted your back as Shu continued over your coughing.

"Not just one son, dozens.-"

"Dozens!!!?" You gasped only to be shushed.

"Her wish came true," Shu continued,"he loved her. Attended to her every need, wrapped her in the finest silks, gave her the most beautiful combs for her hair. But it soon began to bore her, and she became sad again. And he became mad with rage, he gave her everything but still she made her way to the pond to cry. He became jealous of everyone. Convinced someone was stealing her affections from him. He blamed his servants, his own sons, he went mad, convinced the Moon itself was stealing his bride from him. In a blind rage he followed her to the pond where he watched her cry in to the pool, the moonlight touching every inch of her, places only HE had the right to touch, he vowed then and there to destroy it-"

You bolted up, cold sweat breaking out all over you, your stomach turned.

"What's wrong?" Shu asked, riseing.

"I.....I'm sorry, I have to go."

"Wait!" Shu called after you, but you didnt pay her any mind as you ran from the room, panicked. The sweet words Tovar muttered to you as he made love to you ringing in your ears. How he said he had been envious of the moon, the same as the man in the story. You had to find Tovar, had to fix this before he went mad as well.

🌜🌜Thanks for reading! Part 2 coming soon🌛🌛

Clan of Three Series

Clan of Three - Series Masterlist

A Mandalorian, an infant with a history of the jedi, and a teenager with similar powers with an undiscovered lineage. An unlikely group to travel the galaxy together.

Father Figure!Din Djarin x Platonic!Teen!Reader

Word Count: 137.4K

Season One:

Chapter One: The Mandalorian, The Child, and The Thief

Chapter Two: The Sin

Chapter Three: Sanctuary

Chapter Four: The Gunslinger and Past

Chapter Five: The Prisoner

Chapter Six: The Reckoning

Chapter Seven: Redemption

Season Two:

Chapter Eight: The Marshal

Chapter Nine: The Passenger

Chapter Ten: The Heiress

Chapter Eleven: The Siege

Chapter Twelve: The Jedi

Chapter Thirteen: Tragedy

Chapter Fourteen: The Rescue

The Book of Boba Fett:

Chapter One: The Mandalorian and The Jedi

Chapter Two: Return of the Mandalorian

Chapter Three: From the Desert Comes a Stranger

Chapter Four: In the Name of Honor

Season Three:

Chapter Fifteen: The Apostate

Chapter Sixteen: The Mines of Mandalore

Chapter Seventeen: The Challenge

Chapter Eighteen: The Foundling (7/12)

Chapter Nineteen: The Pirate (7/19)

Chapter Twenty: Guns for Hire (8/2)

Chapter Twenty-One: The Spies (8/9)

Chapter Twenty-Two: Coming Soon

Drabbles/One-Shots:

Crossing a line - (one-shot) high stakes can be the reason the innocence begins to crack. (Takes place between the end of Season 2 and BOBF)

Ephemeral oblivion

A/N: I'm loving the remake so far. So, expect more fics in the far future.

Word count: 3.8k

WARNINGS: fem!reader, porn with no plot, a bit of blood, teasing, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected sex, rough sex

The snow-white door, peppered with elegant golden ornaments, lead to an eerie corridor. Unnerving -almost alarming- silence had fallen upon the prolonged space, contrasting the commotion of the previous room that had been overcrowded with hostile courtiers the two agents were forced to take out. The stone brick walls emitted coolness and a cold breeze oozed from the tall windows; the dust-covered glass revealed the dreadful night sky deprived of the gentle moonlight that was obstructed by a thick sheet of puffy, smoky clouds. A lonely antique brass floor lamp stood in a darkened corner, serving no purpose other than decoration; opposite of the lamp was a small wooden coffee table atop which rested a typewriter.

"That was close." Leon panted, hot puffs of air escaped past his agape mouth, his chest rose and feel back against the door. Beads of sweat had broken out on his fair skin, making it glow under the scarce moonlight; the muscles of his arms were tense as they pressed against the hard wood, the impact caused a few of his veins to pop out, trailing deep blue and purple creeks that trailed along his pale skin up to the pinnacle of his biceps.

"You don't say." (Y/N) tsked as she shifted her attention away from his masterpiece of a body, leaning against the cold wall just mere inches away from him and relished the pleasant sensation of the stone bricks cooling her overheated body instead. Her heart raced in her ribcage; every beat echoed loudly in her ears.

Once the effects of the adrenaline began to wear off, the pleasant coolness of the room quickly turned into an unbearable coldness. Despite having her arms wrapped around her torso in a hopeless attempt to preserve her body heat, (Y/N) shivered as the howling wind blew in the narrow space; the haunting noise only caused another set of shivers to run down her spine. Beside her, Leon seemed unphased by the cool weather and his lack of clothing; it almost made her blood boil at how carelessly he would walk around with a short-sleeved turtle neck the thin fabric of which unlikely did anything to keep him warm. Her envious eyes lingered on his form, continuing to doubt he was able to withstand the low temperatures, instead she sensed a spark rekindling deep within her that brought the warm feeling of thrill she so desperately tried to repress ever since the beginning of this assignment.

Blood traveled to her cheeks, blissfully warming them up; her pupils dilated further, darkening her gaze that continued to trace the outlines of his sculpturesque form that appeared silky smooth and flawless hugged by the gray material of his turtle neck that she couldn’t help but associate with a notional look of a fantasy creature, blessing her with its presence. Her hands trembled as the adrenaline had completely evaporated from her bloodstream and she was left with a wave of cold sweat that coated her shivering form. Heat radiated from his body, drawing her in. His captivating appeal repelled her as much as it attracted her. Even if she tried her best to distance herself from Leon in the end, she found herself clinging closer to him; it was a vicious circle she couldn’t get out of and she hated herself for it. From their very first encounter, (Y/N) knew she should avoid him, not get involved in a situation that may result in a heartbreak. Though, as if it was some sick joke the universe was playing on her, fate only brought them closer and now she was forced to deal with it.

"A 'thank you' would be nice." He looked at her. The blues of his eyes were deep, different hues collided together as his pupils dilated and ate away at the beautiful ocean of emotions, instead leaving behind gaping holes that -akin to a black hole- could swallow her whole.

"For what?" She raised her brow at him, her own gaze now locked on his as her eyes squinted.

"For saving your ass." The corners of his lips curled in a smug grin; he pressed his shoulder against the door, shifting his form so he was fully facing her. Intentionally or not, he successfully anchored her attention to his broad shoulders; (Y/N)’s eyes followed the outline of his form that threw a shadow across her much smaller one.

“And how exactly did you do that?” She stood on her tip toes, almost completely closing the already short distance between them. Leon’s hot breath hit her face as he let out a deep chuckle; the melodic sound resonated through her, tingling her senses in a way they have never been. Silence fell upon them; his icy orbs bore into her (E/C) ones as he darted his tongue across his bottom lip, coating it with saliva that glistened under the dim moonshine. (Y/N) felt her heartbeat picking up once more, in anticipation for the last drop to overflow the glass of repressed emotions and release the awfully obvious sexual tension between them.

“You get distracted easily.” He tailed off; his gaze observed her face, monitoring her features. “Take it as a friendly advice from me. Try not to daydream on the job, it could get you killed and I won’t always be there to watch after your ass even if I would like to.” He breathed out the last words, loud enough for (Y/N) to hear; the tone of his voice was suggestive, giving a double meaning to his statement. Heat rose to her cheeks; anger and embarrassment ran through her veins.

How dare he?

Pulling at the strap, tightly wrapped around his muscular chest, she held him from drawing back; her gaze- ablaze with flames of anger- pierced through him, causing him to freeze in place. Her eyebrow knit together casted a shadow above her eyes; his own darted between her captivating gaze and her oh so inviting lips.

“Maybe if you didn’t flirt with me every five minutes, I would’ve been able to focus on my job!” (Y/N) snapped back at him; the force of her grip grew as Leon’s face kept getting closer to hers with each passing second. “Perhaps you’re the one, who should stop daydreaming while on duty since your head is always in the clouds.”

“Is that so?” He dared, staring right back at her.

“Yeah. You can’t have every woman you lay your eyes on. Get it in that head of yours.” Her gaze darted downwards, breaking the eye contact for a split second- the single moment that took Leon to make a choice he might regret later. Digging his hand in her hair, he tangled his fingers in her locks as he closed the space between them. Soft lips crashed against hers in a passionate kiss that was both hesitant and needy. Boldly, (Y/N) leaned in and wrapped her arms around his neck; her nails lightly scratched at his skin, the sensation caused a whimper to rip through his throat and drown in her greedy mouth. Her fingers toyed with the hair at the base of his skull, dragging her nails along his scalp and digging them, intentionally coaxing the pretty sounds that resonated against her lips. Wandering hands traveled across the curves of her body, groping at any soft flesh they came across. (Y/N) bit at his bottom lip, breaking the kiss as she took her time sucking and pulling at the velvety skin. Continuing the abuse on his lip, she punctured the pillow soft flesh, causing droplets of blood to spill on her tongue and roll down her chin. The metallic taste tingled her taste buds as she lapped at his plum lip before she continued her venture down to his jaw. Sucking and kissing, she trailed the sharp line of the bone; Leon’s shaky breath tickled her ear. Strong force pulled her away right before she could reach the warm, delicate skin of his neck. Though she didn’t protest as she took a glance of his face; so worked up and messy. His mouth blood stained and agape, his eyes lustful and desperate, yet controlled and contained as they were focused on her.

“What’s up, Kennedy? Giving up so easily?” She tapped her fingers on his arms that held her at a distance.

“I didn’t expect you to be the freaky type is all.” Her heartfelt laughter resonated in his ears.

“Well, you better buckle up for what I got in store.” She shot him a mischievous look and leaned in for another kiss that Leon wholeheartedly welcomed all the while a similar impish grin curled the corners of his mouth. His palms ran down to her ass, groping the skin in a rough manner; (Y/N) whimpered, unintentionally granting him access to her mouth, where he sucked and bit at her tongue. She hissed; her nails dug in his flesh once more this time inflicting the same blissful pain on him. The calloused skin of his finger pads ran underneath the fabric of her gear, slightly pulling them down only to toy with the plush skin of her inner thighs. Shivers ran down her spine at the sensation of his cool digits rubbing in circular motions that were dangerously close to her aching pussy; the friction of his fingers on her velvety skin brought a warming sensation that made her forget about the chill inducing breeze. The air around them seemed to thicken; she felt breathless as Leon’s lips tirelessly pressed against hers.

(Y/N) gasped for air once he finally pulled away, a string of their mixed saliva connected their plump lips; their gazes were locked on one another, their foreheads were pressed against each other all the while their noses slightly brushed. Her breath was still shaky and her hands were clasped together around his neck, balancing her weight on him. The golden curtain of his bangs tickled her flushed cheek.

“Are you sure you want this?” His low voice was delicate and sweet.

“More than anything.” Desperation flickered behind the (E/C) of her almost invisible irises, hidden behind the gaping black of her pupils. A bright smile appeared on his face, making his stupid face all the more irresistible, though (Y/N) couldn’t appreciate the sight enough as she was suddenly lifted from the ground in a singular motion as if she weighted nothing. A yelp escaped past her lips at the grip of his arms tightening around her thighs; in return her own grip on him tightened as well almost chocking him under the impact of her hold. Though it seemed that didn’t bother Leon much, for his attention was focused on getting rid of the barrier of vexatious fabrics that restricted him from the pleasure he was so eagerly seeking. With his body he pinned her against the cold wall, whilst his hands worked on undoing her gear.

A gasp escaped past her lips as the cold air made its presence known with the cool breeze caressing her exposed ass, though Leon’s electrifying touch kept the flame within her ablaze; his hot breath and the warmth emitted from his body, made for a nice contrast to the freezing cold of the stone bricks (Y/N) was pressed against. For a few brief moments, Leon stood still with only his gaze scanning their surroundings in cautious manner; his attention was caught by the odd typewriter. The typewriter itself wasn’t strange but its presence in a desolate corridor was inapposite to say the least; so, without hesitation, Leon knocked it to the ground and sat (Y/N) on the table, where the machine was previously placed.

“Salazar’s not going to be happy when he sees this.” She remarked, the joking tone in her voice brought a smile to Leon’s face.

“A broken typing machine is going to be the least of his worries once we’re finished.” He struck her with a mischievous smirk as he got on his knees; hooking his fingers under the band of her pants, he pulled the fabric all the way down to her ankles. Holding her knees, he spread her legs apart; his gaze found hers all the while his palms crept up to her inner thighs, where his fingers rubbed circles into her plush skin. (Y/N)’s body jolted at his touch gentle and teasing as he avoided the place, she needed him most. Keeping his keen gaze on her, he toyed at her entrance, circling and pressing at her dripping hole without thrusting even an inch. The impact of his fingers on her aching core had her squirm, yet the stimuli was far from enough to grant her the actual pleasure she was seeking- or at least not in the amounts she wanted.

You’re so wet, sweetheart.” He remarked, a smug grin had curled the corners of his lips. “But I don’t skip prep so, you’ll have to wait a bit. I promise it’s gonna be worth it.” At first (Y/N) wasn’t pleased with his words; having thought of this moment in her wildest dreams for so long, her patience was wearing thin, though the words of protest drowned in the base of her throat and her mind went blank as she felt familiar pillow soft lips press against her sensitive bundle of nerves. Numerous moans and pants rolled down her swollen lips, her body shivered as the shocks of pleasure ran through her nerves. Pleased with her responsiveness, Leon hummed in delight; the vibration of his voice sent a new, stronger wave of pleasure that had her head rolling back and shamelessly moaning his name.

“You know..” He trailed off, (Y/N) practically felt his words against her pussy as her head was too clouded with the obscene delight of the situation, she found herself in, to be able to hear him properly. “As much as I like to hear your pretty sounds.” He spoke in between quick licks, making sure to not deprive her of the sensation that had her in the state of trance; his slick covered hand traveled up her body. “You’ll have to be quiet. Could you do that for me? I wouldn’t want anyone to crash our party.” She nodded eagerly, obliging without hesitation.

“Good.” Reaching her face, he prompted his index and middle fingers on her bottom lip. She darted the pads of his digits with her tongue, tasting herself off of him. Cautiously, Leon pressed his fingers against her hot tongue; he chuckled once she took them in her mouth. Her- now muffled- moans tingled his ears as he licked, kissed and sucked on her clit; he was almost out of breath, yet he kept going, rubbing circles on the place where his lips used to be every time he pulled back to catch his breath. Taking a glimpse of her, he noticed her eyes shut tight, sparkling droplets of tears had formed underneath the curtain of lashes, saliva spilled from the corners of her mouth and down his hand; the sight alone was enough to get Leon on edge if he wasn’t already, the growing excitement- restrained in his pants- made itself known as he was suddenly aware of the almost painful friction of the fabric of his gear rubbing against his hardened cock.

Pulling away, Leon took a deep breath in, in a failed attempt to ground himself as he took a hold of his throbbing dick through the fabric of his pants. (Y/N) whined at the lack of attention; stealing a glance of him, she saw him undoing his pants and eagerly stroking himself. Smug grin curled the corners of her mouth at the sight of him so lost in his own pleasure- the few moments he promised himself to calm himself down had turned into a minute, during which she carefully watched him all the while toying with her neglected clit herself.

A sequence of soft moans coming from the both of them composed a titillating melody that echoed across the empty space, breaking the dead silence of the lonely night. Leon’s eyes peeled open only to be met with the exquisite view of (Y/N); her fingers tirelessly pumped her hole, desperately trying to compensate for the pleasure he deprived her from, though seemingly with no effect. Stroking himself, he observed her- almost pathetic- striving to reach the pleasure she so desired. To him she looked adorable; her eyes were shut tight, her mouth agape with his name overtly rolling down her plump lips, creeks of tears traced paths along her cheeks. It took him all the willpower within him not to cum at the sight alone, and that’s when he decided he’s had enough of the foreplay.

Standing up, Leon took a hold of her legs; instinctively, she wrapped her limbs around his hips, bringing him closer to the point where she felt the weight of his cock, pressing against her lower tummy just mere inches away from her aching core. His darkened gaze bore into hers as he prompted his dick at the entrance of her dripping hole. The pad of his calloused thumb caressed her cheekbone, (Y/N) leaned into the touch as his hefty palm cupped her face, locking her gaze with his.

“Are you ready, sweetheart?” He sounded serious, hesitant even, as if he wasn’t sure if it all wasn’t just another dream.

“Thought you wouldn’t ask.” She earned a deep chuckle from the man, which in return caused a tingle to form in her stomach; in return she smiled, pleased with able to make him laugh- genuinely. It almost felt awarding to be the reason behind his melodic laughter and charming smile- and god was she enamored by it.

“Hold tight.” Leon whispered in her ear, causing the tiny hairs on her neck to rise and bumps to cover the entirety of her exposed skin. Excitement rushed through her veins at the feeling of his hands caressing her hips and thighs before taking a hold of them; Leon glanced at (Y/N), silently asking for permission to grant them pleasure they both were yearning for. She kissed him as a form of a wordless sign of approval; her hands wrapped around his neck with her fingers tangling in his dirty blond locks, her nails lightly scratched his scalp as her grip on him tightened and loosened. Her breath hitched, her mouth fell open, a yelp escaped past her lips as the sudden, bittersweet feeling of being filled ripped through her core. Leon stood still, giving her time to adjust to the grith and length of him.

“Did I hurt you?” Concern was audible in his voice; his forehead pressed against hers. She shook her head no, giving him the relief needed for him to push all the way in. His lips pressed against hers, drowning the moans with his tongue that twirled with hers. Slowly, he pulled all the way out and glid the tip across her slit up to her neglected clit; in response, her body jolted and she whined at his teasing movements. Luckily for (Y/N), he soon pushed back in, instantly hitting a spot that had her seeing stars. Consistently thrusting in and out, Leon set a steady pace equally pleasurable for the both of them.

Gradually, her moans and groans grew more frequent and louder; her nails dug into his fair skin once again, leaving behind crescent marks on it. Biting at her bottom lip, Leon attempted to silence her sounds as they were too distracting for him to keep an eye out for any intruders- not that he really was able to do so. Quite the opposite, she groaned and let out a high-pitched moan as the tip of his cock hit her sweet spot. Once more, Leon kissed her; his hands groped her ass, kneading the flesh all the while bringing her hips flush against his, making it easier for him to continuously hit the places that had her squirm- and so he did. She was completely melted under his touch, eyes rolled to the back of her skull as if she was haunted by some diabolic entity, messy (H/C) strands stuck to her sweaty forehead, her entire body bounced at the impact of his merciless thrusts. His pace was quite rough, yet (Y/N) wouldn’t have it any other way.

Leon’s muscles tensed, his vision got blurry as the only thing he could sense was the pleasure, threatening to unfold and her sweet voice on his lips. Her velvety folds hugged him so perfectly and her juices generously coated his cock, making for the erotic melody of wet sounds and the ones of skin slapping skin with each of his rough thrusts. He knew he wouldn’t last much longer and nor could (Y/N). Her body jolted, her grip on him grew even tighter, her back arched off the cold wall she was pressed against under the impact of his body that pinned her. She pulled away from his greedy mouth, gasping for air; pulling on his hair. Near his earlobe, she whispered his name continuously akin to a mantra, her lips brushed against his ear, until a single, loud moan ripped from deep within her throat. Her vision got blurry as the wave of pleasure finally washed over her, unraveling the coil that had formed in her tummy. Though Leon kept going, pushing in and out in pursuit of his own high; her sweet sounds, tingling his ears, brought him dangerously close to his high sooner than he anticipated and the clench of her plush walls around him was enough to send him over the edge. Hot loads of cum coated her pussy. (Y/N) burned in overstimulation as he kept thrusting, riding out both of their highs until his thrust got sloppy and he slowed his pace.

For a few moments, that felt like eternity, the two stayed intertwined, catching their breaths as they came down from their orgasms. Glancing at each other through hooded, drunken eyes the two chuckled in disbelief, the pure joy in their laughter resonated across the room. Gently, Leon tucked a strand of hair that fell in her face, the tiny gesture so warming and full of affection.

“Why haven’t we done this earlier?” She panted; the breath flowed through her burning lungs.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get in your pants since the day I saw you.” Leon winked at her.

“How romantic.” She playfully hit him as she got on her still wobbly legs.

“We should have a round two. Once we get out of this mess.”

“Yeah, but first we gotta clean our mess.” She got on her still wobbly legs and glanced at the poor table that had turned into a pond of their mixed bodily liquids.

“Sadler must have maids or something.” Leon tsked.

“Unless they are brainless creatures by now.” The two of them giggled, still intoxicated from the aftershocks of their highs.

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