Orc Boyfriend: Rogan Part One

Orc Boyfriend: Rogan Part One

Katana is fed up with how life is. Taking her child, she runs away to the villae of Obresh where she finds a home with the Orcs there, as well as safety. A commision for @yourcoolfriendwithallthecandy​

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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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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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.

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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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.

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.

Author's note: Hi guys! I hoped you liked the story. Let me know what you think! ❤️💕🖤