#I cave to pressure very easily
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jackie and wilson.
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summary: you haven’t been given a quest, but you have made it your personal mission to make luke castellan smile.
pairing: luke castellan x unclaimed!reader
word count: 4.1k
content: broody!luke, teenage dirtbag!luke but also not really, sprinkles of mean!luke, r is unbothered and does not gaf about his lil emo boy act, this is four thousand words of r being a pain in luke’s ass, probs will make a part 2 bc i love them your honour
notes: speaking my truth: i am a british gal. any banter in this about the new england states is entirely stuff i got from reddit so plz don’t scrutinise my american states knowledge
the layout of this fic is very much inspired by @murdrdocs if that wasn’t obvious but also icarus if u want me to change it i will jus say the word :00
PART I — she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild
All things considered, you took the news of your heritage pretty well.
Sure, there was a lot of yelling — mostly through the wall after you locked yourself in your room and started packing a bag — but at least you didn’t sit on it in denial for several hours.
Honestly, you should’ve seen it coming.
The first time you realised you could see things nobody else could, you tried to admit yourself into a ward. Your mom went a little panicky, and she never did perform well under pressure, so she caved and said you were special. Too special for the other kids at your school, too special for anyone to know about it.
After that, she got more tense. Eyes darting around whenever you guys went out in public, hand lingering for a second longer on your back before she sent you to school — as if she felt like she’d never see you again. She would stay up at night and read you old Greek tales before you went to sleep, and acted way too serious about it. More serious than when she would read you Dr Seuss.
Honestly, it was a miracle you went unknowing for so long. Maybe you were insignificant, or maybe the Stymphalian Pigeon that tried to kill you after school was just slow — because you were seventeen when you got attacked by your first monster.
You took it out pretty easily — and by that, I mean you outran it through the bustling streets of your hometown until it flew messily into a bus and you dodged your way to your apartment in a flurry. Your mom’s resolve cracked like a thin layer of ice and you were packed and ready to go to this camp she spoke of before the clock had hit four-thirty.
Most of the yelling that you guys did was along the lines of — “I can’t believe you waited this long to tell me!” — and — “I didn’t want you to leave!” — “I get that, but seriously mom, I almost got eaten by a bird today. A little context going in would’ve been nice!”
You threw yourself into a taxi — much to the disdain of your mother, who insisted on at least getting you to the hill. You then reminded her that she would have to pay the fare all the way back to their apartment and it honestly wouldn’t be worth it and that you’d call her when you got the chance. She let you go with a huff, folding her arms across her chest and creasing the silky material of her pink blouse.
The next hour was about as awkward as taxi rides go, even more so when you got out in the middle of nowhere. You weren’t even sure you were at the bottom of the right hill but sent the poor guy on his way anyway and prayed to whoever your divine parent was that you weren’t about to get gunned down by an angry farmer for mistaking his land for a summer camp.
Thankfully, the empty fields shimmered into something worth travelling for when you took a tentative step across its threshold. The sun seemed to get brighter and the breeze became softer. It was nice from where you stood, and it probably would’ve gotten nicer the closer you got.
Had you not tripped over a rock and tumbled down the hill ungracefully, landing in a heap at the bottom, a few feet away from a dirt path that split off in two directions. You sat up with a huff, blowing your hair out of your eyes and squinting at your surroundings now that they were much closer. You didn’t bother to heave yourself up, catching your breath and letting your gaze flitter over the scenery.
It was cute.
Then the distinct sound of horse hooves clipping against the ground evaded your ears, and you looked up to greet the centaur who now stood above you. You thanked the gods for your moms intricately detailed bedtime stories as you pulled yourself up onto your feet and allowed yourself to be introduced to Chiron and Mr. D, who then led you to the four story house that overlooked the valley.
Your induction was swift and sweet — since you pretty much knew and had accepted everything already. There were a couple of glances and muttered comments about how you had gone so long without being targeted, but Chiron had said he wanted you to get the tour before dinner so you could settle straight to bed after the campfire, and caught some young kid by the t-shirt as he ran past, asking him politely if he could send Luke over.
The awkward two minutes it took for your tour guide to reach you stretched on for a painful amount of time, but you would relive it a hundred times over if it meant you didn’t have to experience the agony you called your first meeting with Luke Castellan.
He was tall, with a dark mop of curls that hung over his furrowed brows. His skin was tanned from all the time he spent in the sun, and his shoulders were broad enough to intimidate, but not broad enough that you were intimidated. He was your age, seemingly, and the cuffs of his green cargo pants brushed against his ankles only an inch higher than they would sit on an average person.
His most memorable feature, however, had to be the deep scar that stretched from the top of his left brow all the way to his cheekbone — it was jagged and sharp, cutting across his eye roughly, as if he had been clawed. He probably had. It was raised and shone pink under the sun, so you could tell it was fairly new, but it had healed over enough to indicate that Luke was probably tired of hearing people ask about it. So you didn’t. You barely gave it a glance before you raised your brows at him with a cheeky grin and gave him your name.
He nodded minutely, one of the only movements he made after he’d parked himself in front of you other than the sliding of his eyes from one person to another as they spoke to him. After Chiron and Mr D had given him the rundown, he gave a slight nod of his head in one direction before walking away and expecting you to follow.
You caught up to him, sidling up on his left with a huff and a smile, “I’m getting the feeling that you're sorta sick of this giving this tour all the time.”
He didn’t respond. He just looked at you, and then stopped walking, watching as you froze two steps ahead of him before shuffling back to his side sheepishly. Then he lifted an unbothered hand to the right, “Those are the strawberry fields.” He then gestured ahead, “That’s the beach.” And then to the left, “Those are the training fields.”
Then he started walking again, and you hesitated for only a second before following, “Wow. Don’t give me too much information all at once.”
Your sarcastic comment was ignored, and Luke nodded towards the bank of cabins you were nearing, “These are the cabins. Twelve. One for each Olympian. You’ll stay in the Hermes cabin until you’re claimed.”
“Right.” You nodded, “God of Travellers. Makes sense.”
He let out a breath, not pausing in his stride as he passed through the curve of houses, not sparing a glance to any of them. You took notice of how the other kids looked at him in apprehension, with a hint of fear when he got too close. He cut down an alley between two cabins — one with a dangerous amount of barbed wire across the top and another that glowed gold under the sunlight — before the pair emerged through the trees at a pavilion.
“This is where we eat.” He said. “Dinner is soon.”
“Cool.” You nodded, “What are the options? Because if food here is lacking, then I will be packing.”
You let out a useless chuckle at your own joke, but it landed flat. “Yeah, that wasn’t funny.” You muttered lowly. With a click of your tongue, you glanced over the horizon and pointed at something from afar. A tall structure that stuck out the tops of the trees, “What’s that?”
“The climbing wall.” Luke answered plainly.
“And that?”
“The Amphitheatre.”
You looked up at him, pulling a face he didn’t bother to glance at. Then you noticed a bunch of campers filing through the trees and into the pavilion the two of you stood at the edge of. They entered in groups and made their way to their designated tables, chattering and gossiping as they did.
You looked at Luke, “Well, that was…great. Truly, a riveting experience. I will say, though — your delivery needs some work. The dark and gloomy act works most of the time, but not when you’re giving a guided tour.”
That got him to look at you, and you held back your triumphant smirk. He frowned, “What?”
You shrugged, “I’m just saying, nobody is going to listen to you talk about this place if you describe it like this.” You lowered your tone into a subpar impression of his voice, and you swore you saw his brows twitch. Clearing your throat, you waved a hand, “No need to worry about that now, though. Just point me in the direction of the Hermes table and I’ll be out of your strangely well-conditioned hair.”
Another eyebrow twitch. You were getting the hang of this. Maybe one day you could get him to move other parts of his face!
You half expected the boy to ignore you and walk off — and he did. But it was in the direction of the Hermes table, so you counted it as him showing you the way. Most of the campers were seated by the time you’d arrived, and you were thus forced to sit yourself on the end of the bench, uncomfortably beside him. He was unbothered.
During dinner you were swiftly introduced to some of your peers — Chris Rodriguez gave you a lopsided grin and informed you politely that you would need to sacrifice some of your food before you got stuck into it. Travis and Connor Stoll sidled up on either side of you as you grumbled at the hearth, and yapped your ear off about the fundamentals of camp.
(So all the sneaky stuff Chiron doesn’t know about. Like how you can skip out on archery training if Lee is the one running it because he never has it in him to snitch. Or that the pegasi stables were the go-to hook up spot for summer campers, but the back of the Amphitheater was the go-to hook up spot for the year-rounders. When you asked what the difference was, they winked, and when you asked what happened if a year-rounder hooked up with a summer camper, they chuckled and walked off.)
Chiron gave you an introduction that made you feel like a new kid being asked to tell the class one fun fact about yourself, and around six kids at your table asked if it hurt when you fell down the hill.
Overall, a good first night. As far as first nights at a summer camp for half-gods goes. By the time all the campers had gone back to their respective cabins, you were ready to turn in and clock out for the day.
But you wanted to try one more time. Last attempt, and then you’d let it go.
When Luke — who you had discovered earlier was the counsellor of the Hermes cabin, and apparently a role model for the kids — came over and silently handed you a folded orange shirt with a leather cord sitting on top of it, you smirked.
“Hey, now we can match. How cute.”
He blinked at you, “Everyone is wearing the same thing.”
“The same shirts, you mean.” You tilted your head, “But we’re both wearing green cargos. And white socks. White sneakers.” Your grin widened as you watched his eyes flit down your form, taking in the outfit you had on. You were right — the only difference between you two was the white tank top you had on, soon to be replaced by the shirt he had just handed to you. You thought for a moment that it would work, that he would make a face, or say more than two sentences to you in response.
But he didn’t. He just huffed and walked away, and you watched with an appalled expression. You narrowed your eyes.
Okay, so maybe you weren’t ready to let it go yet.
The next morning, you were rudely awakened by a small child who was sprawled across your torso, having shifted from his own sleeping bag that was beside yours. He couldn’t have been any older than six, his orange camp shirt sitting like a dress on him, and if he wasn’t snoring into your chest, you would’ve thought he was adorable.
But you really needed to pee.
After you slowly but surely lifted him back onto his own pillow, you stood up with a stretch and stepped precariously over the other kids, balancing carefully on the tips of your toes so you didn’t step on any of them. The sun was barely rising, and you were the only one awake, so you held your breath and reached out for the handle of the bathroom door.
“That’s not your bathroom.”
You flinched, losing your balance and toppling back. A hand between your shoulder blades prevented you from crushing any of the kids on the floor, and you steadied yourself before meeting the eyes of the person who spoke.
Luke was staring intently at you, his eyes blinking hard as if he’d only just woken up. He was in nothing but a pair of blue sweat-shorts and you fought the urge to rake your eyes over his bare torso, watching as he lowered his hand back to his side, “That’s the counsellor's bathroom.”
“Right.” Came a low mutter, under your breath. Then louder, you asked, “Well, where is the campers bathroom?”
“Outside.” He answered, “Around the back of the cabins.”
“Out—“ You started, and then realised everyone else was asleep and swiftly lowered your volume, but kept your expression exaggerated. Wide eyes, furrowed brows. “Outside?”
“Yes.”
“But…it’s cold out there.”
“We have a controlled climate.” He said, folding his arms across his chest. His biceps tensed, “It’s never cold.”
You let out a sigh, throwing your thumb over your shoulder and pointing at the door, “Can’t I just use this one? You aren’t using it, and everyone else is asleep, they’d never know!”
He stared at you blankly and stayed silent for a long time. You wouldn’t be surprised if he just never said anything until you walked away, which you were well prepared to do, letting out a deep breath and folding your own arms over to preserve heat as you clambered towards the front door, muttering complaints under your breath the whole time. You made it three feet (or two sleeping bags) away from him when he finally piped up.
“Be quick.”
Turning around, Luke was already making his way back to his own bed, and you ogled shamelessly at his back muscles as you shuffled to his bathroom and made your way inside. You did your business quickly as requested and washed your hands under the low pressure of the sink before cracking the door open once more. The cabin was the same, everyone else still sleeping calmly. Luke was standing by his bunk, now clad in black shorts and his camp shirt. He paid you no mind when you padded back to your sleeping bag, grabbing your bag and stifling through the clothes you had packed.
You walked up to breakfast with the unclaimed girl you had met the previous night — Lana — and listened and she told you intently about the lore of Luke Castellan.
“He never used to be the way he is. He was happier before, always grinning. More than ready to help anyone here. He was…well, everyone either wanted to be with him or be him.”
“And then what happened?”
“He went on a quest. It went wrong. He came back with that ugly scar and he hasn’t been the same since.”
You made a comment that the scar wasn’t ugly, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d add on that it made him look pretty hot. But you did know better, and you knew that Luke was three people ahead of you in the line and could probably hear what you were saying. So you kept that tidbit to yourself and ate your cereal in silence.
When breakfast was over, you stood from the bench and turned, only to stop short when you realised Luke was standing behind you. Looking up at him, you raised a brow, “Yes?”
“I’m showing you around today.”
“You showed me around yesterday.”
His lips tightened, “We’re actually doing stuff today. Seeing what you’re good at.”
“Oh.” You ran your tongue over your teeth and nodded, “Well, where do we start?”
“Archery.”
Turns out, you were pretty awful at archery. Even after you’d stopped firing arrows into the treeline, you still never hit the middle of the target. Lee had to correct your posture four times, and you broke six arrows. Eventually, you decided that Apollo was not your father, and shuffled over to where Luke stood beneath the shade of a tree — where he had been standing the whole hour.
“Y’know, just because you’ve got this broody bad boy thing going on, doesn’t mean you have to linger in the shadows all the time.” You commented, picking at your fingernails and readjusting the long sleeve you wore under your camp shirt, “You just look weird.”
Luke pointed at your cheekbone, “You’re bleeding.”
You huffed, “I know.” You kept holding your bow too close to the side of your face and the feathers of the arrows kept scratching you whenever you let them fly. Lee mentioned how most people make that mistake the first time round, but you’d done it so much that he’d cut your lesson short and told you to get a bandaid from one of his siblings. You didn’t.
He stared at your cut for a moment, like he was thinking hard about something. But he didn’t, and pushed himself off the tree he was leaning against and brushed past you, “Let’s go to the forges.”
You were better at blacksmithing than you were at archery, but the sword Charles Beckendorf was helping you weld still came out wonky and discoloured. He was a nice kid, funny, and your lowered spirits from your previous task had been quickly uplifted despite you not having much skill in his department. He let you keep the sword anyway, and you swung it jokingly at Luke as he led you to the Amphitheater.
You made swooshing noises as you did so, chuckling when he didn’t so much as flinch, “Don’t act so tough, Castellan, I could take you out even with a dodgy sword.”
“You couldn’t.” He muttered, “I’m the best sword fighter here.”
You let out an over dramatic gasp, running ahead and swivelling around so you could meet his eyes, “Holy shit, was that…did you just…tell me something about yourself?” You grinned and his frown deepened, “Aw, Luke. We’re getting somewhere! This is amazing, I’m so proud. Soon enough we’ll be best frien — “
Before you could finish your incessant teasing, Luke grabbed your forearm and yanked you in front of him just as a kid on an out-of-control Pegasus toppled past you. You watched him disappear in mild shock, before looking back at the boy in front of you, “Hey, thanks. Almost got trampled. How embarrassing.”
He narrowed his gaze, “Do you not take anything seriously?”
You shrugged, “Not really. I’d ask you the same question, but…” You made a face. It was obvious that he was very serious, even if he never used to be.
“Let’s go.” Was his boring response, moving swiftly past you and into the Amphitheatre so quickly you would’ve assumed he was trying to get away from you. (Which he definitely was).
You weren’t really all that bothered, not when you were having so much fun pissing him off.
It took all of ten minutes for Luke to put your sword fighting lesson to an end. Not only had you insisted on fighting with the wonky sword rather than a working training one, you also kept pushing him with your hands whenever he got too close.
“That’s not how you’re supposed to do it.”
“Hey, it’s working, isn’t it?”
You were pretty shit at it anyway, so you didn’t fight him when he said you were cutting your lesson short. You simply tucked your weapon onto the sheath he’d handed you and followed him down the hill to the dining pavilion.
“So, where are you from?”
He didn’t answer you for a couple of minutes, something you’d been well prepared for. But you couldn’t help but ask — he intrigued you. A little too much, maybe.
You continued, “Because you seem like a Mass guy.”
Luke stopped in his tracks, turning to you, “Mass…achusetts?”
“Yeah.” You nodded, fighting off your amused smile when he pulled a face. Finally, an expression!
Truth was, Lana had told you he was from Connecticut. You just wanted to see how he’d react, if he would react at all — apparently he isn’t immune to everything.
“I’m from CT.” He made it very clear, and you tried your hardest not to laugh. “Okay? I'm not some Boston Masshole, got it?”
You raised your hands in surrender, “Got it.”
He stared at you for a second longer, as if to ensure you really did have it. Squinting at your amused smile before nodding and continuing his walk. You thought it would go back to silence, but apparently you’d lit a fuse.
“I mean, what makes you think I'm from MA?” He asked, his tone of voice so appalled you’d think he’d been accused of some sort of crime. “Do I smell like shit?”
A chuckle, “What?”
But he just whirled on you once more, lifting his arm and gesturing to his pit, “Do I? Do I stink of shit?”
You didn’t feel like sniffing him, so you just shook your head, still laughing, “No.”
“Then what — ?” He stopped, narrowed his eyes, “Where are you from?”
You tried to hide your smile, but it was getting really difficult. The last two days he’d been nothing but broody and miserable, one word quips being his only form of communication other than dark frowns. But one mention of Mass and he’s suddenly down to chit chat? You couldn’t help but laugh — unfortunately, it only spurred him on.
“You think this is funny?” He scoffed, nodding, “Yeah, bet you’re from Maine too.”
Your laughter continued, little giggles spilling out of you whenever you thought about the situation too hard. You shrugged, “I don’t think I wanna tell you after this.”
Luke nodded like he was expecting you to say that, “Something a Mainer would say, I’m sure.”
You grinned wide, very proud of yourself for getting a visceral reaction out of the boy — even if you had to piss him off to do it. Just as you went to reply with a witty comeback that would have him ranting and raving for the rest of the night, the dinner conch sounded, interrupting what you’re sure would’ve been a very entertaining conversation.
You walked on past him, not stopping, but slowing down so you could cough into your fist, “Flatlander.”
You didn’t look back but you did hear him scoff in shock, and you were sure he stood there frozen for at least twenty seconds because he entered the pavilion way later than you did. He made a point to fix you with an annoyed stare as he sat down a few people away from you — and Chris raised a brow.
“What’d you do to him?”
You shrugged, digging into your mashed potatoes before anyone could tell you to wait until you’d made your offering, “Told him he looked like a Bay Stater.”
He chuckled, wincing under his breath and shaking his head, “You’re evil. I like it.”
You smirked and said nothing — but whenever your eyes flickered over to Luke, his were just flickering away from you.
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(Un)natural Instincts (Part 2)
angst, fluff, smut
Pairings: OT7 x Fem Reader, Human CEO Reader, Human Assistant Yoongi, Wolf Hybrids Joon, Jin, Hobi, Jimin, Tae, and Kook.
Basic premise: You and your assistant end up rescuing six wolf hybrids. No part of the process is easy.
Part 1 > Part 2 > Part 3
General Warnings: Hybrid abuse and lab experimentation, hybrids as second-class citizens/owned property, future smut (Minors DNI, 18+ content)
Specific Warnings: torture collars, needles, mention of past dubcon (hybrids under influence of the synthetic hormones cannot properly consent), more inaccurate business talk,
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It’s 7am the next day when your actual assistant shows up at your door, with your precious Americano in hand.
“I heard about the coffee mishap yesterday, so I thought I’d bring you this a little earlier than usual.”
“You are my savior.”
Yoongi laughs as you invite him in. Your assistant is one of the few people you found you could let your guard down around. He’s probably the closest thing you have to a friend.
“Is everything alright with you? You never call off work, and you didn’t reply to the message I sent.”
“Sorry, there was a lot going on. Everything’s fine now, just had a little scare with my mom’s blood pressure. She’s good though!”
“Oh thank god. Are you sure you don’t need more days off to take care of her?”
“My brother is keeping an eye on her, but I very much appreciate the sentiment.”
“Of course. Don’t hesitate to step out when you need. Or if you need help with her medical bills, I’m always here.”
“Woah woah, calm down there before I start spreading a rumor that you’re actually a nice person Y/N.”
You roll your eyes and laugh, “Don’t you dare.”
But the joking atmosphere only lasts for two seconds before your mood turns solemn.
“I’m actually so far from a nice person you wouldn’t believe it.”
And so it goes, you explaining the entire fiasco of last night. You know you deserve the judgy look he tries to hide when you get to how easily you caved in. But there’s also sympathy in his eyes, because he’s one of the few people in the world who would even try to understand where you’re coming from.
“That’s not all…they also…um…gave me one.”
He looks puzzled.
“They gave you a collar? But you don’t even have a hybrid.”
You take a deep breath before uttering the next sentence.
“They gave me a hybrid.”
“WHAT?!”
“Shhh! Keep your voice low, he’s sleeping in one of the guest rooms right now!”
He switches to a whisper yell instantaneously.
“You took a hybrid home with you? Are you insane?!”
“Maybe I am. I don’t know, I wasn’t exactly acting with a plan. I just couldn’t send him back to get tortured. You should see him Yoongi, he looks like he’s been through hell and back.”
The man’s eyes softened.
“I don’t know how you’re going to get yourself out of this mess, but I guess I’m getting dragged into it with you, aren’t I?”
“You can always quit, you know. I’d give you a cushy desk job somewhere in the company.”
“Eh I’ll wait. I’m still not fed up with you yet, even if I think you’re actually insane for this. So is the hybrid going to just lounge around here while you’re at work? Shouldn’t there be some supervision?”
You nod.
“Yeah, I notified the housekeepers already, told them I’d pay extra if they take care of him for me. His name’s Jungkook by the way. 60% human and 40% gray wolf.”
“40% is a lot.”
He’s right. The very few pet wolf hybrids in the market right now are 25% wolf, as that’s the max percentage before they get too dangerous to handle.
“Yeah, but I’m more of a threat to him than he is to me at this point.”
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The workday is long, and you’re mentally not even there. Every five minutes, you’re thinking about Jungkook and how he’s doing. Thankfully, the housekeepers keep sending you updates to assure you he’s doing fine.
You scroll through with relief, reading what he’s up to throughout the day. Apparently, he was terrified of the shower, but had no problem drawing himself a bath. Another text let you know he loves the omelet the chef prepared for lunch. And the rest of the texts are just notifying you that he’s resting in his room at various points in the day. So far so good, thankfully.
With your mind at some ease, you can actually focus on work.
You get your hands on everything Pet Paradise can give on the Obedience Collar before officially signing a contract. There’s information that’s classified, mainly the patent for the synthetic hormones, but the books and research procedures are documented in the files in front of you. And unfortunately, they look spotless. The money is all there in a clear trail, no gaps or unusual patterns, and the research procedure follows all protocol needed. You want to just hide under your desk and avoid this entire situation.
You’re scheduled to tour the research facility tomorrow, and the last thing you want to do is see five more hybrids as scared as Jungkook—especially knowing you can’t scoop these ones up and take them home. But you’re holding out hope. There’s still a chance that something’s wrong at the facilities, something not shown on paper. At this point you’d settle for the smallest thing and find a way to blow it up so the whole operation has to be shut down. You’ve got some of the best lawyers in the country, so you might as well use them. You just need something to be wrong.
It's around 6:45pm when you arrive home, and one of the housekeepers greets you with a warm smile, immediately jumping into how well-behaved Jungkook is. It makes you wince to hear him described like that, especially knowing the amount of needles piercing his skin just to achieve the “well-behaved” status.
The staff all leave as you arrive, knowing you like them to be done by the time you're back. The chef has already left hours earlier, as he usually prepares dinner in advance and keeps it in the fridge.
Jungkook’s door is slightly ajar, and you peek in to see the boy melted into the bed. It’s weird; he looks a lot more tired than yesterday, eyes barely keeping themselves open. It’s probably the hormones, you conclude somberly.
“Jungkook, it’s time for dinner. Come on out.”
The boy takes the last bit of energy he has to trudge to the dinner table, and you put a heated up bowl of kimchi-jjigae down. You sit across and join, noticing that the stew is extra flavorful today.
“Mhmm, Chef Gyu really outdid himself with this one. And I bet the omelet was just as delicious. I was told you loved it, is that true?”
You look over expecting an answer, but what you see instead is Jungkook almost falling asleep right into the bowl before catching himself at the last minute.
Maybe the side effect of the hormones make him too sleepy to do anything?
Your thoughts are interrupted by your ringtone. It’s Chef Gyu.
“Hello Chef, I was just singing your praises for this food.”
There’s a nervous chuckle at the other end of the line.
“Thank you Y/N, glad you and your new friend liked it.”
“Is something wrong? You usually don't call this late.”
“Um, yes, actually. The reason I called is because of your hybrid.”
“What do you mean? I was told he stayed in his room for most of the day. Did he cause you any trouble?”
You look over, but Jungkook is too exhausted to register that you’re talking about him.
“No, none at all. He was extremely polite. The problem was the housekeeping staff…they didn’t do any of the work today.”
You feel a pit in your stomach, putting the pieces together.
“Did they…did they make Jungkook clean the house?”
“Yes Miss. They were watching TV for practically the whole time. I should’ve told you earlier, but I told myself it wasn’t my place. I’m deeply sorry.”
“Thank you for telling me now. I appreciate it a lot. I have to go.”
You hang up abruptly, seething the minute the phone is cut.
There’s a million different ways your mind is conjuring up of how to ruin the housekeeping agency, make them cry bankruptcy as you blacklist them from working anywhere ever again. The rage inside you is glowing red, and the only thing getting you to calm down at all is your objective of getting Jungkook back into bed before he actually does fall asleep into his dinner. You support his weight gently, grateful that he’s awake enough to zombie-walk wherever you lead him. It’s only when he’s tucked under the blankets do you let the anger stir up again.
They made him clean the entire house by himself. A house that usually takes eight people to clean, they made him do all alone so they could kick back and relax with your flatscreen TV. It astonishes you how cruel people can be, how they can look into his scared doe eyes and take advantage of him.
The world is not on Jungkook’s side right now, it seems.
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Yesterday’s incident is fresh in your mind the next morning. Thankfully, Yoongi found a new housekeeping service at the last minute. You’re still worried that the same thing might happen again, but you can’t afford to miss work today; so, you do the best that you can and ask Chef Gyu to keep an eye on the situation while he’s cooking.
Today’s the day you need to tour the lab facilities for the Obedience Collar—a task you’d trade in to do quite literally anything else. Yoongi looks at you with concern, seeing the strain this visit is putting on you.
“Hey, it’s going to be okay. Isn’t the plan to go in and find something to shut the whole thing down?”
“But if I can’t shut it down? What if there’s nothing wrong there either, and I have to look into the faces of five other abused hybrids and know I’m ruining their lives? What if I just call the whole thing off? Yes Mr.Kang is going to be insufferable and yes it’s going to cause a blow to my reputation, but it can’t be worth it to go through with this. It’s just not right.”
The room is silent for a second before Yoongi speaks up.
“It’s a little more complicated than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“I was trying to find a good time to tell you since yesterday, but you’ve been so stressed that I didn’t know how…”
“Spit it out Yoongi.”
“Kang got on the board of directors at Jewel Accounting.”
Your blood runs cold. Jewel Accounting is one of your key partners.
“W-what do you mean? Isn’t that a conflict of interest? How can he be on the board that has to audit his own company?”
“He’s overseeing consulting, not audits. Pet Paradise wouldn’t be his client, but I’m afraid pulling out of this deal on a whim is going to make business a lot harder for us. The only way out is finding a good legal argument against investing.”
You want to shove your head into a bucket of cement.
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The lab is cold and sterile, with glaring fluorescent lights, medical lab equipment spread everywhere, and white-tiles lining floor to ceiling. The researchers guiding you, however, seem to be in a chipper mood, smiling as if they don’t torture hybrids on a daily basis here. First, your team is taken around to look at the facility in general. Jungkook’s adverse reaction to showers makes sense when you see the one tiny sad looking shower stall they use—a lab assistant boasts about the stall being “efficient” by fitting at least three of them in at once.
Yoongi lightly touches your shoulder at different points throughout the tour, as if to ground you. There’s no beds, just a chamber with cots on the floor, and the food packets of sludgy brown gruel are easily the least appetizing thing you’ve ever seen.
“And now we have the part you are all, no doubt, most excited for: the research subjects!”
You hold your breath, dreading what comes next.
One by one, each wolf hybrid is brought out and lined up in front of you, all with the same fear engraved in them as Jungkook. They might be the hybrids, but you’re the one with urge to claw someone’s eyes out at the moment.
“We’ve trained different ones for different purposes, just to test how well the collar can make them behave in different situations. Jungkook was given away before any specific training, but the rest are skilled in different domains. First up we have Jin, Jimin, and Taehyung.”
Three of the hybrids step forward. One is a broad-shouldered blonde, with two smaller-framed brunettes next to him.
“These three have been trained for housework and taking care of children. Now, we know the image of a wolf-hybrid putting a baby to sleep sounds ridiculous, but this technology really is that advanced.”
Someone in the back makes some joke about a wolf singing rock-a-bye baby and everyone laughs. You and Yoongi fake a laugh to keep up appearances.
“The next one is Hoseok”
He’s lean with slicked-back black hair, and you notice he’s the only one dressed up, with a low v-neck shirt that leaves plenty of his chest exposed. More than he’s comfortable with, it seems, because you notice his hands itching to cover himself up. He doesn’t though, just fidgets with the sides of the shirt instead.
“He’s a romantic companion. Trained to give pleasure to any gender and for any intimate situation. He can fulfill every fantasy your minds can conjure up!”
There’s some snickers erupting again, but neither you or your assistant can attempt to fake laugh this time. Especially not when he makes eye contact, giving you a trained flirty smile that doesn’t reach his eyes one bit.
“And the last one is Namjoon, the pack alpha.”
Namjoon steps up, the tallest of them all. He stands the straightest as well. His hair is black and his eyes are more dragon-like than wolf, looking straight ahead with a stoic expression. The only indication of his scared nature is his trembling fingers and pleading eyes, but that aside, he looks as still as a statue.
“He’s a guard hybrid, perfect to keep intruders away. He’s been trained in a mix of defensive martial arts. Plus, he’s an alpha so you’d have to be insane to try to fight him off. Fun fact, hormone packs for alphas are different—they have a higher dosage. It took some experimentation, but we finally got the levels right.
And with that, you’ve seen the whole pack! Normally, training a wolf hybrid to do any of these would take at least two years, and that’s only for the ones 25% max wolf DNA. God knows training a 40% wolf would be nearly impossible. But with the help of the Obedience Collar, not only can we train higher percentages of wolves, but we can train them in as little as three months! As Mr.Kang probably told you a thousand times already, this will really revolutionize the hybrid market!”
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You toss your laptop bag onto the sofa right as you come in through the door, kicking your heels off and slouching into your favorite recliner. You can’t be bothered to put things up in a tidy manner at the moment, especially with how shitty you feel.
There wasn’t a single flaw you could find at the lab today. All the equipment had passed inspection checks and were state-of-the art, the researchers had proper credentials and specialized licenses in hybrid research, and every procedure conducted was documented thoroughly—you made it a point to skip over the entire section for Hoseok, wanting to stay far away from the details of what he was made to do.
You let out a frustrated groan. Forgetting you’re no longer alone in your house, hearing footsteps shuffle spooks you for a second, before you see the wolf hybrid timidly come into the living room. Thankfully, he looks well-rested today. Chef Gyu did text you a while back that the new cleaners were doing well, and Jungkook was actually resting in his room for real this time. He does a quick bow before walking over and propping your heels up correctly. His next mission seems to be to put your carelessly tossed laptop bag in its proper place.
“You don’t need to do that for me Jungkook. I can do it myself.”
“Sorry Miss.”
You hate how meek he sounds, and that he’s the one apologizing in this situation. You should be getting on your knees spilling apologies right now, for going to that lab to see his pack be flaunted off like toys. But instead, he’s looking at you as if he’s the guilty one.
“You didn’t do anything to apologize for. Thank you for tidying up, I appreciate it.” You give me a reassuring smile, but he seems more confused than anything else. He doesn’t know if that means to do it more in the future or not do it all…he wishes you could just give simple commands instead of these tests.
You sit down for dinner, but don’t know how much of an appetite you have after today.
“Do you like the fried rice?”
“Yes Miss” he says between big spoonful, and the way he talks with his cheeks full makes you melt a little.
“Call me Y/N, please.”
“Yes Miss Y/N.”
“Just Y/N is fine”
He raises a brow,
“Pets should address their owners politely, Miss Y/N.”
That sentence makes your skin crawl. The way he so casually refers to himself as a pet, and to you as an owner.
“It’s okay Jungkook, I like being called Y/N.”
“…if you say so, Y/N.”
The name alone feels so wrong on his tongue, making him worry that someone in a lab coat is about to come drag him away for extra obedience training.
“Thank you. So, what have you been doing all day?”
“I tried to help out with the housework, but the people today told me that wasn’t my job…which was really confusing because the people yesterday told me that it was my job.”
“It’s not your job.”
“What is my job Mis—I mean, Y/N? I know I don't have specialized training, but I'm a quick learner! If you could give me a list on how to be good here, I’ll do my best and follow it.”
You want to tell him he doesn’t have to worry about things like that anymore, but you’re concerned that a conversation like that will malfunction his brain. How could it not, when the hormones flowing through his body plus the brainwashing tell him that’s all he should be thinking about.
“There is one thing you could do for me”
His wolf ears perk up, eager for a command.
“It’s really hard to keep up with the latest shows with my job, but I feel left out when everyone in the office has seen something I haven’t. If I give you a list, you think you could watch them for me and give me the summaries?”
“Yes absolutely! I’ll take detailed notes and tell you everything!”
There’s genuine excitement in his eyes. Jungkook’s never had the opportunity to watch TV before, and he can’t believe his luck. He doesn’t show his joy too much though, fearing that you’ll think he’s using the assignment as an excuse to slack off. He wants to be good, wants to show you he’s well-trained.
“Perfect. You’ll be helping me out a lot.”
You have to bite your lip to keep a straight face, endeared by how hard he’s trying to hide his excitement. But the moment is short-lived, as Jungkook’s face turns sour in an instant.
“What are you thinking about?”
“My pack. They’d probably love watching TV too.”
You don’t say anything to that.
Dinner ends with an uncomfortable silence looming in the air, that is until Jungkook spills juice on himself.
“I’m so sorry!”
“It’s not a big deal, don’t worry about it.”
“B-but you just got me these clothes. I was being careless. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s really fine, it’s not hard to get it dry-cleaned. I’ll put the dishes up, so go in and change into something else.”
He gives you one last string of “I’m so sorry”s before heading off to his room.
Once you’ve loaded the dishwasher, you make your way upstairs to the boy’s room, seeing if he needs anything before bed. His bedroom door is open, as is the bathroom door. You follow the sounds of scrubbing before being met with his back to you, hunched over the sink, trying to get the stain out of the white t-shirt. He’s topless and you know it’s wrong to ogle at his incredibly fit physique right now, but something catches your attention right before you’re about to avert your eyes.
Blue splotches pepper his waist, almost bruise-like but not quite.
“Um, Jungkook”
The boy turns,
“What are those blue marks?”
He twists his body in front of the mirror, looking at the marks with the same amount of confusion as you.
“I have no clue.”
Was it an allergic reaction? Have your “eat up” commands been making him eat food he’s allergic to?
“Do you have any allergies?”
“I’m not sure…no one’s ever told me…but I feel fine.”
“Nothing hurts? No nausea, hives, itchy nose?”
He shakes his head.
“I’ll come home early tomorrow and schedule a visit with a hybrid doctor in the evening.”
The color in his face visibly drains.
“I’m a-alright. Really.”
No doctor please. Last thing I need is another person in a white coat messing with my body again.
Your tone softens, “Relax, the most it’ll be is an allergy test. No one’s going to hurt you.”
Jungkook’s back to shaking as much as he did on his first day.
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Hi! I finally got the chance to read Aurora a bit ago. It's a wonderful story--all I was expecting and better! I was particularly amazed and delighted by the artwork and visual mechanics used to tell the story, so I wrote a post to yell about how cool it is and break some of it down. (No criticism, just praise.) I'm mostly a hobbyist, so I'm hoping I've done it justice.
That said: zero pressure to read it or respond to this ask. Normally I wouldn't send it since I tagged, but I know Tumblr's notifs are a mess and things get lost very easily. I've been in both the "one (1) word of praise will feed me for a year" and the "oh gods don't talk about my writing/art because anything that seems Off will break my brain" modes before, and I absolutely don't want to push or make you uncomfortable!
If you are comfortable, however, I wanted to ask about your use of what I'm assuming are Screen and blending modes in sound effect words. (I'm only guessing that's the technique, though, so I could be totally wrong about how it's done! I'm mostly experienced in image manipulation in Photoshop.) Making them semi-transparent over the actions is genius :) What inspired you to do that, and are there specific techniques you use to make it work?
Same questions go for using specific colors to distinguish different characters' words and actions. I really noticed it in the cave sequence with Falst and Dainix, since their colors are so vivid in the dark (ex. Falst's little swats and Dainix's swooping kick at 1.20.9). It lends excellent clarity to busy scenes.
Thanks! Have a lovely day, enjoy your break, and happy holidays <3
You're correct about the technique! "Screen" is the blend mode I use most often for sound effects. I stumbled on it mostly through trial and error - I love how sound effects add depth to a comic panel, but it's very easy for them to obscure the art in a way I find counterproductive, so "Screen" lets me put the sound effect directly over the origin of the sound while still letting it be visible through the word. Early chapters didn't have it as much-
Most of the sound effects in early chapters are just solid colors with reduced opacity if I'm feeling fancy. But I started figuring it out around chapter 8 and 9, because Falst is kind of a sound-effect-heavy guy, especially in his fight scenes.
In order to make sure they don't impede the visibility of the action, I'll often soft-erase the top or bottom half of the SFX to reduce its opacity while still leaving it readable.
I'll usually double that up with an outline on the SFX so it's still readable. This is an especially important consideration if the SFX goes over an area of the background that's very bright or glowing.
Color-coding the speed lines and SFX to the character or force causing them isn't a hard and fast rule, but I like using it (in part because it's a habit from the OSP illustrations, where every character has a single pop of color in their lineart) mostly because it sort of codes every sound to make it clear where it's emanating from, or the general feeling of the sound. Since I normally do character-colors for SFX, something like this stands out more jarringly-
Which it's supposed to, but a big lightning strike doesn't register as anything too worrying because it's just Tess up to her usual shenanigans.
It's also very useful for magic effects, because each form of magic has its own associated palette.
And when I had a very complicated fight scene in a dark environment, I used the texture pattern I'd already made for the monster to color its SFX, so when I Screened them onto the panels they didn't obscure too much while still communicating "this is something else."
Changing the weight, lined-vs-not-lined, and opacity of the SFX words also helps to communicate that not every sound has the same feeling. A strong motion is solid and aggressive, but a crackling, unstable sound is more ephemeral and staticky.
It's definitely been a process of learning as I go - looking back at the earlier chapters I can actually see when I first tried various tricks I now use regularly, like doubling and distorting an SFX to produce the effect of a camera-shaking impact. I haven't really seen any other comics that do it like I do, probably because most other comics follow a more traditional production pipeline where text bubbles and sound effects get locked into the composition early, before the inking stage, because traditional physical comics don't have digital-art layers to play with. Adding sound effects to a page is almost the last thing I do before exporting them, and that only works because digital art and layers allow for a ton of flexibility.
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬
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warnings: idk some angst, misunderstanding, swearing, drinking, kissing
note: im not like super happy with this but oh well! this is my first time writing for the nhl so dont judge toooooo harshly lol. request more if you'd like!
The sun filtered through the cracks in the curtains, gently stirring you from your peaceful dream, eliciting a quiet groan as you were quite enjoying said dream. You dragged the blanket over your head in an attempt to go back to sleep, but that proved worthless as you heard Jack shout your name from down the hall. You could hear his footsteps nearing your room, and you tightened the grip you had on the blanket so that he wasn’t able to rip it off as easily. You just wanted to stay in bed a little longer and then maybe you would get up.
“C’mon, sunshine. Time to get up,” He laughed as he managed to pull the blanket off your body. The way you were curled up in a ball as you tried to shield yourself from the sunlight made his heart swell, but it was a sensation he was used to when it came to you.
For the last six years of his life, you had been present for anything major in his life. Sometimes it was over facetime, but you had still always made time for him and he made time for you. When you had finished college a year early and worked yourself into multiple panic attacks a day because you were scared about what you were going to do from there, it was Jack who suggested you move to Jersey with him. It was Jack who helped you get on your feet and start your career.
In turn, he got to have you there with him. You were there at every home game, smile wide and eyes bright as you cheered him and his team on. You were there to comfort him when he felt like he had let everyone down because had an off game. Nails scratching his scalp as you let him rant about how he felt like he was under too much pressure. He was there for you, too. He was there when you felt like a failure and nothing was going in the right direction. More importantly, you were both there for each other when everything did go right, and that was when Jack felt himself start to fall in love with his best friend.
“Go away,” You whined, “It’s too early to be awake.”
Jack gently grabbed your arms that were covering your face and pulled them down so he could see you. Your eyes were squeezed shut and your nose was scrunched, refusing to welcome the daylight without a fight. “It’s nearly 11:30. Luke and I are already back from morning skate,” He teased, thumbs softly tracing circles on your arms.
You peeked at him through your barely open eyes, meeting his own as he waited for you to get out of bed. You were never able to resist his pleading eyes and childlike pout, and it was quite pathetic just how easy you caved when it came to the boy in front of you. All he needed to do was breathe around you and you would do whatever he asked, but of course he didn’t know that. That was a secret you intended to keep in order to maintain the best friendship you’ve ever had.
“I hate you,” You grumbled, ignoring the way his touch lit your skin on fire. The action wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, but it made you silently yearn for more all the same.
“No you don’t. Now let’s go or I’ll go get Trevor and we’ll drag you out of bed.”
You let Jack pull you out of your very comfortable bed, and followed him down the hall to the kitchen where Trevor and Luke were bickering over Lord knows what. You sleepily sulked behind your best friend, wanting nothing more than to turn around and go back to bed. The boys had kept you up until nearly four in the morning catching up, and arguing about whose hockey team was the better of the two.
“Y/N,” Trevor’s smile beamed once he took notice of your presence. He left his dispute with Luke and wrapped his arms around you in a hug that nearly crushed you.
“Trevor, you literally saw me last night,” You feigned annoyance as you wrapped your arms around his neck to return his affection.
Luke watched as his brother’s body tensed; jaw clenching, fists briefly balling into fists, and eyes narrowing in on his two best friends. The nineteen year old rolled his eyes at his brother's obvious, and unearned, jealousy. He lightly slapped Jack on the shoulder, breaking his attention away from the two of you, and raised his eyebrows as he silently asked what was up. Jack rolled his eyes at his younger brother before turning to find something to eat for you.
Trevor knew what he was doing, but he wasn’t doing it because he was trying to be mean. He was trying to motivate Jack to get his head out of his ass and finally admit that he had feelings for you. Making him jealous probably wasn’t the best idea, but none of his other ideas had worked. His encouraging talks had only frustrated Jack, so he was taking a different approach for his short visit in New Jersey.
“Thank you, J,” You smiled up at Jack as he placed the bowl of cereal on the dining room table you had to beg the boys to get. Jack knew that, even though it was nearing lunch time, you had just woken up and you were going to want breakfast.
“You guys are too cute,” Trevor couldn’t help but tease, falling into the chair on the opposite side of the table, “You need to put us all out of your misery and just date each other.”
“Seriously, Trev? How many times do I need to tell you that we’re just friends and that’s all we will be,” Jack clipped, giving his friend a warning glare as he walked back into the kitchen.
Despite knowing that Jack only ever thought of you as his best friend, the way he said that made your face fall and your chest tighten. You kept your eyes trained on the table in front of you as you blinked back the tears that threatened to spill over. Trevor glanced between Jack and you, eyes filled with worry and guilt once he noticed the way you refused to look up and how red your cheeks were.
“So,” Luke started, trying to diffuse the obvious tension, “You coming to the game, Trev? I know Y/N is because she wants to see Barzal.” Luke also knew what he was doing, and he was doing it to be mean.
Trevor let out a laugh as you defended, “Excuse me, I go to all of your home games! Being able to see Mat Barzal is just a bonus.”
The sound of a cabinet aggressively slamming shut made all three of your heads turn to the kitchen where Jack stood with his back turned to everyone. He mumbled an irritated apology before he finally decided to take the seat next to you. Luckily, Luke’s change in topic was enough to stop yourself from crying, but Jack mistook your reddened cheeks for a blush that was elicited by the mention of the Isles center.
“As long as you’re wearing a Devil’s jersey, look at whoever you want.”
“Why wouldn’t she wear a Devils jersey,” Jack spoke, voice laced with a hint of panic at the thought of you wearing the other team's jersey.
“Because she’s in love with Barzal. C’mon Jack, keep up.”
“Okay, first of all, she is right here and she is not in love with Mat Barzal, he’s just very nice to look at,” You gave the two boys across from you a pointed look before passing a soft glance at Jack, “And I’m wearing a Devils jersey like I do every game.”
The conversation fell back to a less awkward strained topic and the uneasiness between you and Jack faded until it was normal again. The boys still have a few hours left before they have to head back to The Rock for the game, so you all opted to hang out and watch TV before then so they could relax. You were pressed into Jack’s side, his arm slung around the back of the couch as they talked.
It was the small moments like this that made you feel like Jack liking you back was possible. The way that he would pull you back close to him if you scooted even an inch away from him. The way that he would subconsciously trace patterns on your skin because he had to keep himself occupied in some sort of way. It made you feel hopeful, but you were quick to bring yourself back to the heart shattering reality that it meant nothing to him.
To Jack, though, these moments were everything.
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“Y/N,” Jack’s voice was soft as he knocked on your door, “Can I come in?”
“Of course,” You called out, filtering through your clothes to find something to wear tonight.
Jack was anxious; his heart beating out of his chest and hands slightly shaking as he walked into your room with a piece of fabric in his grasp. He had a jersey with his own name and number on the back , and he was going to ask you if you would wear it tonight. He wanted something that labeled you as his even if you weren’t. Yet.
“What’s up,” You turned to face him, eyes briefly darting down to the jersey in his hand.
“I know you wear just a plain jersey to the games because you don’t want me or Luke to feel left out, but do you maybe want to wear my jersey tonight? It’s totally okay if you don’t want to! Actually, you know what- forget I asked. It was stupid,” Jack rushed out, panic clearly written everywhere on his body as he started to rush away.
“Jack,” You grabbed his hand before he could run away, “I would love to wear your jersey.” You’re not quite sure what exactly possessed Jack to give you one of his jerseys, but you were absolutely not going to say no. To you, the gesture meant everything. A step in the right direction.
Jack searched your face for any sort of doubt, but all he saw was the same small smile and sparkling eyes he saw every time he looked at you. Every part of him wanted nothing more than to kiss you and tell you that he was yours and you were his. Not Mat Barzal’s.
Painfully aware of how close the two of you were, butterflies swarmed your stomach. The way he was looking at you made your heart soar into the clouds and hope filled your veins as you let yourself drift to the possibility that maybe he did feel the same way you had for the last few years.
“You better get going. Don’t want you to be late,” You whispered, suddenly feeling sheepish because you swear you saw his eyes glance at your lips for a few seconds.
“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’ll see you at the game.” With a chaste kiss on the cheek, he was out the door, leaving you there to overthink the entire interaction.
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You and Trevor had found your seats, and it was just the two of you since Ellen and Jim were at Quinn’s game. You watch as the team warms up, and, no matter how hard you tried not to, you found yourself mainly focusing on Jack. The way he glides across the ice never fails to amaze you. He belongs out there.
“Nice jersey,” Trevor commented, eyes staying trained on the ice with a sly smirk on his face.
“Shut up,” You rolled your eyes, “He asked me if I wanted to wear it so I said yes, but I’m not sure why- Oh my god, look! It’s Mat!” You gripped Trevor’s bicep as you squealed and subtly pointed at the man who just stepped out onto the ice.
“That’s why,” He shook his head, “Your comment about how sexy Barzy is made him all jealous and moody.”
“Oh, whatever. He doesn’t care about that,” You dismissed as you broke away from the teams to look at Trevor.
“Is that why he’s looking at him like he wants to slam him into the boards before the game even starts,” He nodded his head towards Jack.
Jack had looked in your direction as soon as he heard the Isles come out, and he wished that he hadn’t. The way your face lit up as you pointed at Barzal made his skin crawl and his chest burn with jealousy. He was standing off to the side with Nico as he tried to go over some of their game plans, but his eyes were now focused on number 13 on the opposing team. He tried to not let his personal life interfere with what he did on the ice, but he’s not so sure that was possible tonight.
The first period was aggressive, to say the least. The Devils were down by one and Jack spent his fair share of time in the sin bin for boarding a certain Isles player. Luckily, all of his penalties were minors so he was still able to play in the game, but you’re not so sure the refs would keep letting him off if he continued the stunts he was pulling.
“Trevor,” Your voice was laced with anxiety as Luke pulled Jack away before he initiated an actual fight and got another penalty. You know hockey is an aggressive sport, but you’ve never seen Jack play like this.
“It’s okay. It’s not all his fault,” He tried to comfort you as your grip on his hand tightened, “They’re starting to play just as dirty. Hopefully intermission will calm everyone down.”
You nervously bit at your nails and lip throughout the rest of the game. Both teams were still being unnecessarily hostile, but it wasn’t as bad as the first period. In the end, Jack managed to get the winning shot, and the cheers that erupted shook The Rock. You threw your arms around Trevor's neck as you let out a breath of relief; thankful that the agonizingly long game ended in their favor.
You and Trevor waited for both Hughes boys, talking about what exactly the plan was going to be tonight. He, of course, wanted to go out and celebrate their win, but you weren’t entirely sure if the boys would still be up for it after the game that they had. Players startled to slowly trickle out of the locker room; most of them stopping to talk to Trevor before they went on their way.
You were engrossed in a conversation with Dawson and Trevor when Luke finally came out of the locker room. He makes a playful glance at your jersey, wiggling his eyebrows as you ignore him and ask him about how he feels like the game went. He goes on about how he wasn’t super proud of their performance due to the obvious, but he was happy that they came out on top despite that. You beamed about how proud you are of him, and then you saw Jack coming out of the locker room.
His damp hair stuck to his forehead and you could see the faint start of a nasty bruise on his left cheek. He looked defeated and annoyed, and that was enough to tell you that he got an earful from Lindy and the media asked the wrong questions. He hated talking to them in general, and he especially hated it when he played like he did. You wanted nothing more than to pull him in and comfort him like you used to often, before Luke moved in.
With an encouraging shove from Luke, you met Jack in the middle and immediately pulled him into your chest. He was quick to wrap his arms around your waist, drawing you in closer than you already were. He buried his head in the crook of your neck, wanting the moment to last forever if it was possible. You didn’t mind the wetness on your skin, but the way Jack was hugging you was not making anything easy for you. He held you like you were the only thing grounding him to Earth.
“You played like shit,” You quietly teased as you forced yourself to pull away from him before you read too much into it.
“Maybe, but we still beat ‘em. Guess Barzal isn’t that great after all,” He slightly puffed his chest out before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and walking to the others.
You furrowed your eyebrows at his last comment, and it made you wonder if you saying that you found Mat Barzal attractive really did upset him. After the way he played towards him, it would make perfect sense. Still, you can’t piece together just why that would bother him enough to make him let it out on the ice like that. You weren’t naive enough to believe that it meant that Jack was jealous because he had feelings for you. You’re positive that it was something else. It had to be.
After everyone had agreed on a bar to meet up at, they all went separate ways to go back home and quickly change. You and the boys knew you were going to go out already, so you were all dressed and ready to go. Once you were in the car, you peeled the Devil’s jersey off you to reveal the red tank top underneath.
“Damn girl,” Trevor whistled, eyes shamelessly darting down to your exposed cleavage.
You playfully smacked him in the chest and rolled your eyes, neatly folding the jersey and placing it in the middle seat of the car. Jack cast a stormy glare back at Trevor, who shrugged and gave his best friend an innocent smile.
“Bye, Lukey,” You leaned over the center console to kiss his cheek, “Next year you can join us and not have to be the driver.”
“Yeah, yeah,” He rolled his eyes, “Give’s me time to sleep without you all bothering me. Have fun and call me if you need me to come get you.”
The three of you pushed your way into the loud and crowded bar. Jack quickly announced that he was going to hit the bathroom and he would meet the two of you at the bar. You gently held the back of Trevor’s shirt as he led you through the horde of people. You got the bartender's attention and ordered a round of shots for the three of you, but when you had turned back to Trevor, he was already engaged in a flirty conversation with a pretty blonde girl.
Letting out a quiet chuckle, you moved your attention back to the bar. You waited a few more minutes for Jack to come back, but he had yet to make his reappearance. Deciding you were going to see if you could spot him, you placed your hands on the sticky counter, feet planting themselves on the footrest of the barstool to stand and look around the bar. Your eyes bounced across the sea of people in search of Jack, but when your eyes landed on him you felt the entire floor come out from underneath you.
There he was; leaning against a wall with his stupid bright, perfect smile plastered on his face as a girl animatedly talked to him. Every breath you took as you watched them felt like razor blades slicing into every inch of your body and your heart ached like it never had before. Blinking back a wave of tears, you downed the three shots in front of you. They were slightly warm, but the burning sensation they brought to you was a feeling you welcomed with open arms.
“Woah there, Y/N,” Nico’s deep, slightly accented voice cut through the loud music.
“Nico,” You cheered, pulling him into your side for a hug, “You did so good tonight.”
“Thank you,” He lightly laughed, hand staying on your back to steady you as you teetered on the stool, “Your boy was playing a little dirty tonight.”
Nico didn’t miss the way you stiffened at the mention of Jack, and he pulled his brows together in confusion. He had seen the two of you in an intimate hug right before he had left, so he assumed that things had developed between the two of you. While you ordered another two shots, the captain looked around for his teammate. He let out an understanding breath once he found him, still in deep conversation with the girl you had seen.
“Y/N,” Nico tried, “Are you o-”
“I’m going to dance,” You interrupted before he could ask the one question that was certainly going to bring you to tears.
Nico sighed, but he had been around you enough to know that you were not the type of person to push. That was a recipe for disaster. Instead, he opted to keep a close eye on you in case something were to happen.
You lost count of how many drinks you had at about five drinks, but you’re certain that you were past your limit. Sweat covered bodies bumped into your own as you danced to the loud music, ignoring the bleeding pain in your chest. You refused to look in Jack’s direction for the rest of the night, fearful that what you saw was going to further break you.
Eventually, you got tired of everyone bumping into you as you danced, so you climbed up onto a table that was littered with half full glasses and empty beer cans. You closed your eyes and let the music guide your body, hips swaying and hands salaciously running the curves of your body.
“Y/N,” A familiar voice yelled over the music, their hand coming to grasp your calf, “Get your drunk ass down!”
You looked down and met Trevor’s worried gaze, though he was quite a bit blurry courtesy of the copious amounts of alcohol you had consumed. Shaking your head at him, you continued dancing and ignored his continuous calls for you to come down from the table. It wasn’t until you heard the one person you were trying to forget that you stopped your movements.
The way Jack was looking up at you with anxiety swirling in his eyes made you want to scream. He had no right to be concerned about when he was the cause of it. Though, he had no idea that he was.
“Y/N,” Jack repeated, taking note of the drunken glare you gave him, “Please come down.”
You tore your glossy eyes away from him, and held your hand out to Trevor so he could help you down from the table. Jack felt his heart crack at your blatant dismissal of him, but he tried to not let it get to him because he knew you were drunk. Still, he hated how you latched onto Trevors side, leaning your head on his chest as he steadied you. He was always the one you clung too, and he doesn’t like the way it feels to be on the outside of that.
“We should call Luke, yeah,” Trevor suggested as he soothingly rubbed your arm, “You need to get home.”
“I can call him and we can go back together,” Jack was quick to offer himself up.
“No,” You moaned out, shaking your head against Trevor’s chest, “I don’t wanna be around you.”
Jack’s already cracked heart completely shattered inside his chest, the sting from it bleeding into his veins. The despondent look that was slapped on his face would have been enough to send you to your knees had you been looking at him, but you knew better than that. You knew that you would cave in to Jack like you always did, but that’s not what you needed. It was clear that you were never going to have him the way you wanted, and you needed to forget him. Even if it was just for a night.
“Jack,” Trevor sighed, his own chest burning for his best friend, “I texted Luke before I came to get her and he should be here soon. I’ll make sure she gets to him, okay?”
Swallowing the lump in his throat, all Jack could manage was a nod and move out of the way so Trevor could guide you out of the bar. His entire heart left with you, and he was left staring at the floor wondering what had happened for you to not want to be around him. In order to keep himself from crying in front of his teammates, he made a beeline for the bar to get drinks of his own.
The first thing you felt the following morning was the deadly pounding in your head, and you prayed to any God that would listen that you could just go back to sleep for the rest of your life. Your head was shoved underneath your pillow as you attempted to push back the consistent waves of nausea, but the feeling grew. Before you could truly comprehend what was going on, you were on your feet and darting to the bathroom.
“Y/N,” Trevor called from the other side of the bathroom door, “I’m coming in.”
You tossed him a bleary look as he walked in with a cup of water in hand. The pitiful smile he gave you in return surely would have made you vomit again had you not already emptied all the contents of your stomach. You could see the apprehension clearly arranged on his face.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” You mumbled against your arm that was acting as a barrier between your face and the toilet.
“I didn’t even say anything,” He let out an airy laugh as he searched through the cabinets for some Advil, “Since you brought it up, though...”
“Trevor,” You warned, trying to give him a mean glare, but it hurt your head too much to strain that hard.
Despite how much you drank last night, you were still excruciatingly aware of what had caused you to get that way. The feeling that consumed your entire being when you saw Jack with that girl was still something that was eating away at your heart. You knew that your emotions were going to get the better of you one day, but nothing could have prepared you for when it did.
“Take these,” He ordered, “What happened last night? I’ve never seen you like that, especially not towards Jack. I don’t care that you don’t want to talk about it. If you don’t, you’ll let it take over and you’ll fall into the same hole you did when Trent broke up with you.”
You knew that he was right, but it still annoyed you that Trevor Zegras, of all people, was right. You also knew that he was going to see through any lie you told him. In spite of his reputation, he was a very observant and caring person, especially when it cameto the ones he loved.
“I saw Jack with some girl last night. That’s all there is to say, really. You know how I feel about him, so it just really sucked. And I guess I let myself read too much into certain situations,” You admitted, taking the pills in hopes that they would help the headache subside.
He sharply sucked in a breath, understanding washing over his body like a wave. He knew the girl you were talking about; Jack had mentioned something about him being ambushed by the bathrooms. She was going on about how her girlfriend was one of his biggest fans, and then Jack had somehow, yet unsurprisingly, managed to bring you up in the conversation. He had told Trevor that the girl made fun of Jack for being a little bitch and not telling you how he feels, which Trevor happily agreed with.
“Y/N,” He sighed, squatting so he was eye level with you, “You need to go talk to him, and don’t say no. It will be better, for both of you, if you talk to each other. Watching the both of you pine over each other is really grinding my gears.”
After a not so lengthy argument with Trevor, partly because he just kept repeating himself and partly because you were too tired to argue, your feet were gently padding down the hall to Jack’s room. Your breathing was quick and uneven as you anxiously squeezed your hands together, moreso the closer you got to him. Taking a deep breath, you gently rapped your knuckles on his door.
“Go away, Trevor,” His voice was muffled, quiet, and defeated.
“Jack,” You softly called as you opened your door and peeked your head in.
“Y/N,” You watched as he jumped up in his bed, pillow falling off the bed and blanket pooling around his waist, “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah. I just- Can I come in?”
He eagerly nodded his head, scooting back so he was leaning against the headboard. Trying to keep your eyes from wandering his naked chest was proving difficult the closer you got to him. It felt highly inappropriate given the circumstances. The air was awkward and sticky as you took a seat on the edge of his bed, and you hated that. Things should never be like this with Jack.
Jack knew you so well and he had spent so much time memorizing everything about you that it wasn’t hard to tell that you were nervous, and exhausted. Your lip was red from chewing on it and the skin below your hand was irritated from you pinching yourself, both nervous habits you’ve had as long as he’s known you. However, you also had dark, stormy clouds of exhaustion hanging over you. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into his bed and hold you until you fell asleep.
“How are you feeling,” He asked, eyes flitting from your face to his lap.
“Honestly, I feel like I got hit by a bus,” You laughed, feeling some of the nerves dissipate, “But, I wanted to talk about something. Well, Trevor’s forcing me to do it, but I also think we should talk about it.”
Jack’s already high anxiety skyrocketed. He has no idea what you were going to say, and that terrified him. His mind wandered to the worst possibilities, all of which involved you telling him that you were leaving and never wanted to see him again. He’s not sure he would be able to survive that blow.
“What’s up,” He played it cool as if his heart wasn’t beating so hard and fast that he thought it was going to burst out of his chest.
“I want you to listen to me entirely before you say anything okay,” You started, tucking a leg underneath your thigh as you turned to fully face him. You continued after he gave you a shy nod, “I’m really sorry about last night. About telling you I didn’t want to be around you. I was upset, and hurt. I was waiting for you at the bar and you were taking a while, so I tried to look for you.
“And I saw you talking to a girl by the bathrooms, and I guess I got a little jealous. I got jealous because I- I don’t know, it’s kind of obvious why, Jack. I let my emotions get to me and I reacted terribly, I’m sorry. And it’s okay that you don’t feel the same way that I feel. Just promise me it won’t change our friendship?”
His heart, still beating erratically, was doing flips inside his chest as he let your words fully soak in. Jack knew he wasn’t a Harvard scholar, but it didn’t take much to figure out you were saying you had feelings for him without actually saying it. All those hours of Trevor trying to convince Jack that you liked him back flooded his memory, and he felt stupid for not believing him. Now Trevor was kind of an airhead, but if something was that obvious to him, Jack should have known it was true.
The silence that hung in the air was daunting, but you were giving him time to think about what you had said to him. Springing a half-assed love confession on someone who looked just as hungover as you were probably wasn’t the best idea, but it was Trevor’s so it made sense. You refused to make eye contact with Jack as he, presumably, found a way to gently let you down. You decided to focus on picking at your fingers while you waited, a habit you thought you had broken
“I was jealous too, you know,” He started, moving his body so he was sitting in the same position as you. He delicately took your hands in his own before you picked so hard you drew blood.
“Of what,” You frowned.
“The whole Barzal thing. You said you thought he was hot, and I guess I got a little insecure because he is an attractive guy,” He explained, his voice laced with apprehension, “Trevor and Luke kept talking about how you’re in love with him or whatever, and then I saw how excited you got when he got on the ice and I don’t know. It really bothered me.
“And the girl at the bar? We were only talking because she said her girlfriend was a big fan, and then I started talking about you, like I always do. She basically told me I was a pussy for not telling you how I felt, and she’s right.”
You snapped your gaze to meet his own, and you knew you were royally screwed. He was looking at you like you hung the stars and the moon, and it was in that moment you realize that he’s looked at you like that for a while. You were just too naive, and scared, to let yourself believe it was anything other than friendship.
“I love you, Y/N, and not in just a friend way but an “I-want-you-to-be-my-girlfriend” way. And I really want to kiss you.”
“So do it.”
In an instant, he was pulling you into him, his soft lips meeting your own in a messy kiss. You moved your hands to the nape of his neck, fingers carding into his hair as he pulled you onto his lap. His hands found place on your lower back, scared to wander any further out of fear of making you uncomfortable, but you had waited far too long for this moment for him to not explore whatever he wanted. However, the sound of Jack’s door opening caused the two of you to separate your mouths.
“Are you two going to come ea- Oh my god! They’re having sex,” Trevor screamed, quickly turning around and slamming the door shut, “Luke! Don’t go in there!”
Jack’s forehead fell to your shoulder as he let out an amused, “Fucking Trevor.” (iykyk lmao)
“You know, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but we actually owe him,” You let out a breathy laugh.
“Yes you do!”
“Go away!”
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A Night of Passion [18+]
Langley x female!reader
Warnings: Langley has a dick, teasing, rough sex, minor interruption, power dynamics, female!reader, overstimulation, punishment, brief masturbation, orgasm denial. NSFW!
This is a pure thirst fic. I originally posted this on Ao3! I hope you all enjoy. Please stay safe out there.
Requests: OPEN
"Why are you being slow?" You whine as your head is shoved against the pillows. Langley chuckles, gripping your hips making crescent shapes in your skin–slowly moving you against her cock. Your impatience was adorable yet so punishable, defiance never settled well with her. She glides through your wet folds, teasing your entrance and settling against you. She grabs your hair, forcing you against her front–lips dancing on your damp neck.
"Why? I can be. You need to have more patience, Rookie. Here I am, making sure you are prepared and ready; yet you wish you were taken." Her hot breath feels scolding against your ear, she tightens her hold against your hair and hip–warning you to not wiggle around. "You think I wish to be slow? This restraint for you, comes like second nature but it's difficult to fight the urges. Your pussy leaks for me, begging to be fucked." She bites your neck, proving how she easily melts you into a puddle. You cry out from her words and action, trying your damnedest to not grind against her.
You get no words out when your front meets the bed again. Langley said this meeting would be quick, there was an 'appointment' coming to her apartment soon. Yet, here she was being slow and taking her sweet time. Time ticked by agonizingly as she lined up her cock, pushing it in briefly before pulling out and humming at your whines. You could slam yourself back against her, shaking both of you to core but unknowing of what she would do–makes you excited.
She was too slow, way too slow. Your thoughts jumbled together as she sinks her length entirely into you–one solid motion without hesitation. Every movement you tried was stilled by her, the way her fingers slid down your back; leaving the faintest lines as she settled both hands on your hips.
"Do you feel that? You're taking me so well," Langley questions, one hand moving to press into your womb. Your whines are a delicious nectar to her, she always craves more. "You can't keep yourself together, hanging on by a thread and ruining my sheets. I've only just started!" She chuckles, pushing against your womb to silence your building protest. It was until she slowly pulled out and pushed back in at a torturous pace. She won't crack under the pressure; you, on the other hand, will break easily. The burn felt amazing, she stretched you perfectly and hit all the spots inside of you perfectly.
"P-please!" You beg, trying to buck against her. She quirks an eyebrow before her hand slaps against your ass, having the flesh ripple as you gasp. Her hands hold you firmly as her hips snap against you, hitting one of the sweet spot within you; she was trying to end every ounce of you.
Langley seemed to have too much fun torturing you, uncaring about her own pleasure as her leisurely pace made you yearn for more. "Listen to yourself, whining like a pathetic little girl." She coos, mocking your every action with striking precision. She deliberately pulls out of your oozing cunt and fixates how your essence coats her pulsing cock. She bites her lip as you try to grind back against nothing, you are dripping and making a mess–uncaring of your own actions as your sanity slowly breaks. This game she was playing was nearly unbearable: you just wanted to feel her, to fuck you until you forgot everything but her name.
She was going to ensure your mind was nothing but broken, then finally caving in and giving what you desire. Your hips move instinctively, trying hard to seek her out but Langley's grip only tightens–nearly breaking the very skin as she imprints crescent indents. She effectively kept you in place; she will move when she is ready to, not you. You try not to whine, your fists ball into the silky sheets as your teeth nearly ripped open the soft flesh of your lip. Her hold loosens as her hands trail up your back, just to rake back down. She enjoys watching you squirm, begging to be fuck.
Langley's hips unexpectedly snap forward, cock buried as you gasp and hold onto the sheets. She wastes no time to pull back and set a bruising pace, one that has you speechless–moaning out as your brain slowly scrambles. One hand moves up your back and grabs the back of your neck, forcing you face down into the mattress, nearly cutting off your air supply as she uses you like a toy. The only noise echoing throughout the room are wet slaps and muffled moans.
Langley groans as your walls squeeze around her, pulling her even further inside if it was possible. The pleasure blinds them, each slap of pelvis meeting ass only spurs them along and begs for the sweet symphony of release. She gazes over your back, finally settling on your ass jiggling after every thrust; the way her cock disappeared and shines from your arousal–it was breathtaking.
"Rookie, you're mine. Do you understand me?" A rush vertigo hits as Langley yanks you back, resting her chin against your shoulder; ultimately halting all movement. "You were close, no? You gripped me so tightly, just as a whore should." Her whispers were venomous, but it left you whimpering–grinding against her desperately to get the orgasm you desired. She kisses your shoulder and leads them to your neck, a rare display of affection from the woman.
An unanticipated knock interrupts the passion between you two, warranting a sigh from Langley and a whine from you as she pulls out. "Fun is always interrupted, is it not? Don't touch yourself." She warns, gently pushing you down to rest against the bed as she walks away to fetch a robe. You roll over, squeezing your thighs together as you fight the urge to tip yourself into bliss.
You stare at the ceiling, imagining countless ways Langley could ruin you during the time she's absent. The way her finger spread open your puffy lips, circling the sensitive clit before slowly leaning down to engulf the same part into her lips. Or, how her cock could be slamming into you–ascending you to the heavens and refusing to let you have a moment of respite. Your hand slowly slides down to your folds, grazing over them as you debate to touch yourself.
"I hope you're thinking about me," Langley climbs on the bed and opens your legs, revealing everything to her. Her gaze leisurely locks onto yours before giving a brief smile. "Nearly touching yourself without my consent. I believe that deserves punishment." She moves to lay on the bed, head resting against your thigh. Her green eyes seem to glow as she starts her plan. You whimper as her tongue agonizingly laps over your outer folds, it needed to be more; the orgasm was being wished away from you as you were being toyed with.
You attempt to tangle your hands in Langley's hair but she swats them away, scolding you with a nibble to your clit. She incases your thighs with her hands, racking her nails down the flesh–goosebumps erupt over the same spot and spread further. Her index finger brushes over your clit–making you mewl and shift in the sheets. This was torture, her being so slow that everything was replaced with need and annoyance. You gasp as her tongue messily licks a stripe from the entrance to your clit, rubbing it as her tongue reaches its destination. She low-key moans as the essence coats her tongue. It takes all her might to not dive in more, like a pussy drunk fool.
"Hold it." Langley warns, latching her lips to your clit. You dig your hands back into the sheets, moaning loudly as your back arches; there was no way you could prevent your orgasm. There was a smile before she hollowed her cheeks and moved away with a soft lick. She gazes at the mess you've made before plunging two fingers deep inside of you. No noise leaves your lips, she curls them–assaulting the spongy patch to have tears rolling down your flustered cheeks. "Don't slip, you won't like it if you do." Your eyes were squeezed shut as you pant like a dog in heat; the temptation to bite your bottom lip was high, it would only warrant disapproval.
Langley shifts to undo her loose robe, her hand making way to her pulsing cock to relieve herself minorly. The wetness from your arousal earlier was present, but she found herself mixing the leaking precum into it. She hoped you slipped, the punishment in mind would benefit you both–only you would lose yourself completely, devoted to only her. It's what she craved.
You wanted Langley to stop moving her fingers, the squelch is followed by soft fap sounds echoed throughout the room. You were unbelievably soaked and you knew it, she always had this effect on you–at work or within the safety of her apartment. You wanted to wrap your lips around her cock, watch how she tried to keep a straight face but the grip on your hair gave it away. The small gasps that never went unnoticed. You could convince her later after being such a good girl for her.
"I…I won't..won't!" You manage to spill out. Langley chuckles and quickens her fingers, waiting patiently for you to crack. She hammers her fingers into you, spelling out how much you need to crack. Your knuckles are nearly white as you fought against your impending doom. The fast and brutal treatment lasted not as long as you wished for, she was pulling away entirely.
"N-no!" You beg, shivering slightly at Langley's breath on your thigh. She offered no words, her tongue slips from her lips and prods at your entrance. Your hands clutch her disheveled locks, rolling your hips against her mouth–trying to get the scale to tip despite the warning. She groans as you pull her hair, the vibrations unintentionally reverberating through you earning choked sobs alongside her new onslaught.
Langley's sheer willpower is strong enough to prevent herself from falling for self pleasure. You could beg her to indulge but bite back the very words, the moans and sobs were overpowering every other noise you could produce. Her tongue slips inside of you, savoring every ounce of slick pouring out. Your peak is quick to hit like lightning, vision blurring as the moans are heightened in pitch and volume. "L..Lan- ah!!" You failed to finish your sentence as she feverishly ate you out, the vigorous pace not once stopping despite you disobeying her demand and peaking into nirvana.
Your back arches as everything snapped and sweet bliss washed over you, your nails dog into her scalp making Langley groan. You slump back against the bed, exhausted and out of breath. You felt heavy, any movement made you twitch and her overstimulation only made it worse.
"I told you not to cum, poor thing.. You know punishment is coming?" Langley slowly moves back from your pussy, lips slick with your essence–her piercing gaze watching you. "Am I the only one who can make you feel this way? You're mine." She settles between your legs, hand gripping your chin as a smirk forms on them delicious lips; the possessive tone shooting straight through you. You look over her disheveled appearance, the blond locks messy from all your needy pulling.
"Mine.." Langley growls, rutting against you as she bends down and kissing the sweaty column of your neck. She bites down earning a deep moan from you, moving your hips to seek her. She licks over the mark, reaching down and holding your hips still. You tilt your head, giving her more access to produce multiple marks all over. She hums in approval, sucking and biting the revealed skin; purposely sliding her cock against your soaked slit.
"Yours, A-all yours.." You stutter as your breathing escalates, you want more but you have no willpower to admit such a demand. Your thoughts stop as Langley ruts against you, teasingly having her tip nudge against your clit. She pulls away enough to circle one arm around your waist, taking advantage of the fact you arched into her. Her eyes look over your neck before settling on your fucked out face. She leans down, capturing your lips in a breathtaking embrace, purposely sliding her cock against you.
"What should your punishment be?" Langley's hot breath remains on your lips. Your answer was immediate.
"Fuck me."
Langley chuckles, pausing her movements and kissing your cheek. "You've wanted that all along, didn't you?" You shudder at her breath tickling your skin, her lips never seem to touch you again. She refuses to give you want you wanted, instead she was implementing her own way to torture you. She loves to hear you whine and be compliant, seeing you slowly delve into the sea of frustration as she remains strong willed. She would not admit how much she wanted to see you sob as you struggled to keep awake, her thrusting so deep and brutal that you'd feel the ghost movements tomorrow.
"I hope you're ready to receive what I have planned." Langley kisses you one last time, sitting up before digging into her desires. You shudder at her tone dropping in octave, spreading your legs further apart to urge her to hasten.
This was going to be a long, tiring night. One of which you'll likely lose your voice and have to call out of work the next morning. It will be worth it, spending a night with Langley always is.
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.⋆｡Bats And The Bees｡⋆.
Dick Grayson x plus size reader
The one where they tell everyone some big news.
Warnings: fluff, humour, pregnancy, brief mentions of a breakup but it's a joke
WC: 1k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
The Graysons Masterlist
Dick had never known fear like this in his life. It had been eating away at him for over a month now, invading his every thought, his every dream. Everywhere he looked, there it was, almost as if it were taunting him.
And you were absolutely no help at all. You laughed at his pain, giggling under your breath every time he would lay in bed to sing his woes to you. “Why don't you just call them? It doesn't have to be such a big deal.”
“It is a big deal!” Dick whined into your neck. He was laying on his front, his broad chest pressed to your ribs carefully, over-aware of not putting any pressure on your stomach. “This is a huge deal! It's world changing! I don't see how you aren't freaking out over this too.”
You gently scratched his scalp, messing up his back hair. “I know it's big Dickie, remember we had a good cry about it together. But your family will love you no matter what and I bet they'll be even more excited than we are.” He hummed against your skin, nuzzling even further into your hold.
“I mean mom has been dropping hints for a while.” You smiled and laid a kiss to the top of his head.
“I know babe, we have lunch every week.”
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“What are you doing here Grayson?” Damian stood with his arms crossed as he blocked his older brother from entering the house.
“Can't I visit my family?” He chuckled, pushing past the small boy easily. Damian trailed behind him, green eyes fixated on the large duffle bag hanging over his shoulder.
“Not without your girlfriend. Have you broken up?” He asked bluntly. Dick scoffed in return.
“No. She's at work right now.” As they entered Bruce's office, Dick opened up the elevator to the cave, knowing mostly everyone would be down there as evening began to fall over Gotham.
“Why the bag then?” He poked the dark canvas almost resentfully.
“Be patient baby bird. All good things come to those who wait.” They stepped into the elevator side-by-side, Dick shifting the bag to his other shoulder so Damian wouldn't be tempted to try and open it. Damian just glared at him for that.
The doors opened to reveal his family all dressed for a 'night out'. His mother saw him first, visibly lighting up as she spotted him. “Little bird! We weren't expecting you tonight!” Immediately she abandoned her husband in favour of coddling her eldest.
The others scoffed as she fussed over him even though she did the same for them. “Well I thought I would drop by and drop off some presents from Dove and I.”
Jason's head popped up from behind his bike, a smear of grease on his pale cheek indicating that he was once again tinkering with the motorcycle. “Presents?”
Dick smirked, of course that got his attention. ”Yes, presents. So c'mon, gather up.” Soon he was surrounded by his family, each with a very different emotion on their face. Bruce was suspicious, Tim was almost disinterested, Jason excited, Damian annoyed and his mother curious but with a knowing gleam in her eye.
Quickly, he pulled out five small and horribly wrapped gifts and distributed them to the group. “Now with these gifts, you're gonna have to give them back in a few months but I doubt you'll have any trouble doing that.”
“Chum, what do you have planned?” Bruce raised a greying brow at him but Dick just shrugged.
“Just open the damn presents.” He whipped out his phone to record their reactions.
Of course his mother was the first to get it, squealing with delight as the small onesie with 'Nana is my favourite superhero' embroidered on it was pulled from the wrapping paper. Then it was Jason who held the black onesie with the iconic red bat on the front like his uniform. He just smiled, his hands tightening on the delicate fabric, only just holding back tears of happiness.
Then it was Bruce. Excitement seemed to explode around him as he gave a belly laugh that Dick had only heard once or twice in his life, showing his wife the Batman onesie in his present. Tim realised a moment after his father, his eyes going wide as he pulled out a Red Robin version of the baby outfit.
And finally, Dick turned the camera on his youngest brother who was stock still and almost glaring at the fabric that was adorned with his moniker. His eyebrows were scrunched and his nose twitched like a bunny's. “Why did you buy this for me? It is far too small for me to wear.”
“It isn't for you really, it's for someone else.” That seemed to anger the young Robin even more.
“Then why did you say it was a present for me?” He snapped but Dick simply chuckled.
“Well, I'm giving it to you now so you can give it to your niece in 4 months.” His mother and father gasped as Jason gave a hearty 'fuck yeah!'.
“Niece?” His voice was softer now but still held some confusion in his tone. Dick handed his phone to Tim who kept recording, as Dick kneeled to be level with his brother.
“Yeah Damian, your niece. Dove and I are having a baby. A little girl to be exact.” He placed a huge hand on his small shoulder, giving it a friendly squeeze. “The onsie is for her when she's born.”
His mouth closed slowly before opening once more. “I'm going to be an uncle?” Dick nodded. “And it's a girl?” His smile was Damian's answer.
He looked back down at his hands, a small smile growing on his face. “I guess that's acceptable.” Dick tugged him in for a quick hug before he was forcefully ripped away and pulled into his mom and dad's arms. Jason and Tim quickly joined in, equally as excited.
But then Damian got a strange look on his face. “Father, where do babies come from?”
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I'll Burn Alive For You
summary: Before he gets a chance to confess his feelings, he's already lost you. gn reader, no pronouns or yn used
feat: Vilkas, Miraak, Farkas, Brynjolf
warnings: explicit depictions of injury, death, and grief.
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"I wanted to love you." Vilkas gulps, teeth gritted against those damned tears. His hands are squashed to your abdomen and the cave reeks of your blood. Bleary eyes stare back at him - he doesn't even know if you can hear him. Grabbing fistfuls of your armor he drags you to his lap, lungs burning with the sobs he cannot let out.
"Please." He's gasping, begging for you to stay. Your fingers are chilly when they flutter over his hand, smearing blood over his skin. Your lips move around words he can't hear and rage smothers all the sadness - god, he hates himself. He's always been so selfish and here he sits, wasting your last moments begging for you to love him back.
"Don't go." Vilkas pleads, struggling to keep pressure to your wound - he knows you've lost too much blood but he can't give up. "The others will be here soon, just - don't go yet." Farkas or Aela will know what to do. They'll have more bandages - he's kicking himself for packing the bare minimum. It's selfish and unfair but he grits his teeth and wills you to stay alive for him.
None of it matters, of course. He's seen your wounds and knows when there's no coming back. The rest of the world feels hollow when your last breath rattles under his palm.
He should have told you sooner. To hell with the fear of being rebuffed. He should have confessed how deeply you'd embedded yourself into his heart, that training you had become the highlight of his week, that when you accused him of glaring he'd merely gotten lost in thought of kissing you - he should have told you before you were dying in his arms.
He should be happy. Hell, Miraak should be celebrating - he's done it. He's beaten the damned prophecy that's hung over his head for so many years, he actually killed the Last Dragonborn. He survived your crusade on Apocrypha and withstood your attacks - he won.
His cruel smile slips when your grip on his arm lessens. You were strong but he was quicker, the dagger easily finding the vulnerable curve where the plates of your armor didn't quite meet. Even when he twisted the knife you'd clung to him, bloodied lips pleading with him to find some other way past this.
As Miraak watches your empty eyes stare off into nothingness he feels the life drain from him. Each breath that rattles through your lungs takes you farther from him, sending you to the one place he can't follow. His boots would never sully Sovngarde's heavenly fields but you, oh the gods know you deserve the best the heavens can offer.
It's wrong. You are slipping through his fingers and he's powerless to stop it; dropping the blade Miraak grasps for your shoulders, attempting to shake life back into you. This is wrong. He fucked it all up and he needs to stop it.
"Dragonborn." He can't make his tongue form your name, the very thought of it feels like a sin. He's done nothing to earn that type of familiarity. "I've changed my mind. We can find another way -"
He knows that it is futile. Even as Miraak faces the god that has ruined every facet of his life and offers to forge a new deal he knows that his actions mean nothing - yet he cannot stop himself from trying.
Farkas feels the flame of his heart gutter out. Your hand grows limp where he clutches it to his chest, though your grip on his tunic loosens. He feels so far from the rest of the world, as if he's floating somewhere far from his body - this cannot be real.
"No," his whisper breaks the silence, "not yet."
It wasn't supposed to be like this. His heart is supposed to be skipping nervously when he asked you out to dinner - it was all planned out. You were supposed to return from the mission, exhausted but successful. Farkas would sweep you off your feet with the promise of dinner and a hot bath. You were supposed to listen to him stumble over his words trying to explain how deeply he'd grown to love you and giggle when he made some awful joke.
This wasn't supposed to happen. Aela wasn't supposed to haul you back to Jorrvaskr soaked in blood and mummified with bandages. He wasn't supposed to hear those apologies - this wasn't right.
"Don't leave me yet." Farkas begs, voice breaking when he raises your cold fingers to his lips. "We haven't gotten to the good part."
Brynjolf knows loss - grief has been his constant companion over his many years, but he'd forgotten how terribly it burnt when fresh. He heard nothing past the ringing in his ears after those fucking words passed Mercer's lips.
"Real sorry, kid." Mercer offered a pat on Brynjolf's shoulder but he's forgotten how to speak. His mind replays that last moment over and over; the little kiss you'd left on his cheek before skipping after the Guild Master, the promise that you'll speak more after returning, the confident grin that made his heart skip. You were so full of life that it had overflowed into him, reigniting a heart that had felt dead for decades.
No. Mercer is wrong. He chokes down whatever miserable sound threaten to escape his throat, eyes cast wildly around the Cistern praying that you'll hop out of some shadow and laugh at him for believing such a silly thing. His heart is beating too fast. He can't get enough air in his lungs. The room is spinning and he's going to be sick, he's going to lose his footing. Everything is wrong.
Brynjolf has no clue what he's thinking. His feet are moving of their own volition when he trudges through Riften, mind buzzing with that terrible need to prove Mercer wrong. He'll fight through that fucking ruin and find you there - you could be injured, you might need his help.
He will not lose you.
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Good morning everyone. I haven't written smut since the last time I wrote smut so it's time for
✨ Goldenheart NSFW Kink Headcanons✨
For both versions. 🌶️Spicy🌶️ content beneath the cut (obviously)
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First we have the obvious: praise, competency, body worship, it's basically canon at this point.
I also think they'd be very into roleplay. It helps them to escape their situation and enjoy each other in New Ways for a bit. Before the events of the movie, they would roleplay that Bal was a Knight and Ambrosius was a commoner, or that one of them was a villain, or any from a myriad of stranger meet-cute roleplays (they are both switches). Post-canon I think they'd work in a hero/villain roleplay to process some of their issues.
Heavy possessiveness kink from Bal. He wants to be marked up, he wants to be owned, he wants to remember constantly that he belongs with his man who makes him feel so loved and safe. Ambrosius is naturally a pretty respectful guy but upon receiving permission to be stupid possessive it comes easily to him (he wants nobody else to touch his man ever at all and he wants EVERYONE to know Ballister is his)
I think these two would also be into experimenting with some light BDSM stuff, like light bondage, teasing, edging, etc. They already explore power imbalance stuff in their roleplays so I think this just adds to it. While they are both switches Ambrosius Doms more often, especially post-canon because surrendering himself to Ambrosius really helps Bal build trust. Bal can certainly go freak-mode though, Ambrosius really likes getting his hips bruised from being gripped so hard by a metal hand while he's being railed. The hand-shaped purple mark on his skin is a sexy reminder of their activities.
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Kinky kinky kinky motherfuckers these ones. As we know. Ballister always Doms, but he doesn't always top (it's rare for him to bottom, but he does ride on occasion, since Amb lacks lower body strength and mobility due to injury)
I think they'd be into a lot of BDSM practices. Nothing 24/7, just scenes, but I cannot imagine they wouldn't. Heavier bondage, chains, ropes, suspension, etc., it's fun for both of them when Ambrosius can't move beyond squirming. Degradation I can see being their biggest kink-- Ambrosius wants Ballister to be fucking mean to him. Call him pathetic, stupid, a slut, a fleshlight, a sex toy, fucking anything. Ambrosius doesn't know why but it gets him so riled up (it's because he felt pressured to be perfect his whole adult life and being broken down releases that pressure.) He wouldn't be into insults of his appearance though, bc he's insecure about it, and Ballister also could never call him ugly with a straight face even if he wanted because he is just way too smitten. In addition to that as far as BDSM goes I think they'd be into discipline/impact play. I can see spanking Ambrosius to be very cathartic for Ballister, and also very fun for Ambrosius.
Outside of typical BDSM shit I imagine that this Ballister also has a praise kink but is in Big Denial about it. He thinks that because he doesn't like being called a "good boy" he doesn't have one. He is not correct. Ambrosius has a praise kink too, on top of his degradation kink, but that's what comes out during vanilla sex.
Ballister is also a huge salirophiliac, he likes fucking Amb's appearance up, ripping the clothes off his body, messing up his hair, getting cum all over his face and body, he just wants to turn his prim and proper little dandy into an absolute fucking mess.
Lastly I think these two (particularly Amb) would be super into cockwarming, it's like cuddling x1000 intimacy and he loves having Bal inside of him. This ranges anywhere from incredibly intimate, quiet, soft cuddles where Ambrosius is in tears from how loved and safe he feels being filled and in those arms, to cheeky teasing exercises where one or both of them will try to get the other as desperate and whiny as possible until they cave and just have sex.
And both sets of gentlemen are of course incredibly good at aftercare and make each other feel safe, loved, and regulated after any kinky or intense sex 💛
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TW: VERY DARK AND SUICIDE ATTEMPT (kind of)
Prompt :
He was six
Norm found him with his wrist slit
“Why’d you do this kiddo?”
“I wanted to get rid of the demon blood”
Jakes reaction
Neytiri stitched him up with an unreadable expression
IF THIS MAKES YOU UNCOMY
I UNDERSTAND, PLEASE DO NOT MAKE THIS IF ITS TO DARK!!!😭
oh my fucking god... it hurts so bad, but its so good. I love dark angst, there aren't many places I won't go, so have no worries anon.
head the trigger warnings above, I don't get super graphic, but I don't skid over any details either. disclaimer, mama!neytiri brain worms are liquefying my brain, so this is a little (a lot) neytiri-centric, cause I can't help it, its the worms I swear.
also, there are like 0 resources on na'vi medicine, so I'm just fucking winging it man, I'm gonna pull some shit out of my literal ass and we're all gonna have to just be ok with that.
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norm wishes he could say he was shocked, surprised that this little boy wanted to hurt himself, let alone went through with it. he should have been gutted, more than he was at least, angry, put off, something. but not that its happened, he saw it from a mile away, he should have noticed, should have stopped it. all he felt was guilt, burning up his heart and knotting up his stomach as he put pressure on spiders tiny wrists, holding his lulling body in his arms. spider was just a kid, a baby, but he's muttering about 'getting rid of demon blood' and 'not belonging' and it being 'better off' if he was gone. it was somehow worse in his childish wording, his perfect innocence and naivety only just beginning to crack as the pain in his little chest began to swell.
it had been the odd quietness from spider's 'room' back in the cave marui's that alerted him to something being wrong. spider was quiet, in a way; when he was out playing with the kids he was loud, laughing, face filled with light and joy, even if something cold still glinted in his eyes. but when he was on his own, having been left behind or told off by some adult, human or na'vi alike, for getting in the way, he would sulk off to the little marui by the shack. but even if he would sit amongst himself, playing with the few figures someone had put time aside to make, attempting to weave a new piece of jewelry or basket, mending the sad little knife he wore on his side. he was always doing something, could be heard humming or sniffling, the sound of his knife on the wetstone or the clunking of wooden figures on each other were a constant. so when norm heard nothing but silence, his gut ticked up, the hair on his neck bristled, his legs carried him much farther they would on the average day until he was staring at spider and his little bloody arms and his little bloody knife and his sad little eyes.
it took only a split second for norm to come back to himself, to rush and pick the boy up before he had enough 'sense' to try and back away (spider never wanted trouble, never wanted to get in the way or be a burden, the fact he didn't try and hide worried norm more then it would of if he did, which was even more concerning in its own right).
he just held spider as tight as he could, his big blue hands easily covering his human wrists, trying to think of what he should do. he should say something, other then "its ok" but what does he say? what do you say to a six-year-old who just tried to kill himself, no, no, "get rid of the demon blood" coursing through his veins?
he wasn't going to lecture him, spider made it clear why he did it, comfort wasn't his strong suit. he could just look at his puffy little cheeks, one side of his mask blooded as he had attempted to wipe his cheek on instinct. so he just repeated a mantra of "I'm here" and "it's ok" and "your ok" until he reached the infirmary, trying to prtend he didn't feel spider slipping further and further away with each passing second.
in the flash of just a few seconds fueled by adrenaline alone, he knew he regretted everything. he was spider's caretaker sure, but he was no father, jake wasn't either, and the boy didn't have a single maternal figure to his name. no mother to kiss his brow at night or admire his accomplishments. he had no one, not truly, and norm allowed to happen, was not only complicit in it, but played a direct role in it. now he may not get to make that up, may not be given the chance to step up, to fix this.
he carried spider to the infirmary hut, knowing he would find someone, anyone, there who could help. part of him knew that mo'at had seen something in the child that brought some sort of pity from her, that maybe just this once, spider wouldn't be so alone in her presence.
when he entered the pod, he found mo'at showing neytiri something, explaining different herbs to her, though he didn't pay enough attention to it the lesson to pull out any identifying features of the herbs in question. both turned to look at him when they heard his rapid breathing, their gaze then shifting to the bloody boy in his arms, the ever-so-faint fogging of the glass that made up most of his exopack, and the ghostly parlor of spider's skin.
"put him down," mo'at commanded, before norm could even speak, clearing her pallet in an instant, "what happened to him?" her voice was firm, almost knowing.
"he...cut himself...intentionally...I don't know how long ago, but I found him in his pod alone and brought him right here."
"intentionally?" neytiri hissed, removing the boy from his arms when he couldn't get himself to comply with the order and holding him so she could listen to the weakening beat of his heart. she tied turniquotes around his upper forearm with the strands of clothing handed to her by her mother, absent-mindedly rocking the little thing where he rested held between her free-er arm and her chest, when the last bits of his consciousness were directed to fussing, no doubt from the pain. she couldn't bring herself to bind them too tight, just enough to control the bleeding, her hands and a bit of cloth could handle the rest.
(mo'at almost lectured her, but she saw that look in her daughter's eyes and knew it would be pointless, a mama bear gets what she wants)
norm had never seen the protective fire in her eyes, normally directed at her children, burn so bright for spider in the last few years she had known him. it scared him, it felt so unnatural that the very gaze he had learned to trust in most cases, froze him like a deer in headlights.
but that question, the tone of it, made his gut sink. how did he explain this, spider was just a baby, and he had slit his own wrists. that on its own was gut-wrenching, but the reason? Eywa have mercy.
"he said... he said he wanted to get rid of his demon blood, so he... he used his own knife and cut his wrists... its a common form of self harm back on earth, to cut yourself, but I don't even know how he would know to do that, why he would do it... I know why, but..." norm felt defeated. he should have seen something.
the look on neytiri's face made him want to tuck his tail between his legs and run off. she placed spider down as gently as one could, face scrunched up with pain and anger as she keeps pressure on both of spider's wrists.
"get jake, he is with the young hunters." she spoke quietly, her voice almost bitter. she didn't know if she blamed him, if she was angry with him, she barely understand how to feel about spider harming himself. all she knew is that he had just given her some of the most heartwrenching news she had heard in her life, so he was getting some of her mirth. norm nodded, racing off with his tail tucked between his legs, only hesitating to take another worried glance at the boy.
neytiri took a deep breath before turning to her mother. "he will need stitches, right?" she had never dealt with an injury quite like this before, the conscious effort in the wound made it clean and to the point, unlike a wound in battle. it strived to do quick, efficient damage, and now, either because she could barely let herself think straight, or because she genuinly didn't know, she couldn't think of the best way to treat it.
"yes, my daughter, but that is the least of his worries. he cut a large vein, those are very difficult to mend, stopping the bleeding will be difficult. he's already lost quite a bit of blood, so we need to be careful. the best thing would be to put a root paste to help clot the bleeding, wrap it up, and stitch it later." mo'at turned to her morter and pestle as she spoke, mixing different herbs, berries, and roots into a dark brown, almost purple, paste.
neytiri, nodded absently, while she picked through the basket at her side for bundles of lumped fibre and soft cloth to hold against his arms. luckily for him, while he did manage to do some damage and with the help of the tourniquets, one wrist had already stopped bleeding a fair bit, and the other was manageable.
in the silence of the hut, her mother working quietly behind her, turning every once and a while to check his breathing or giving her a tincture to clean his wounds with, neytiri was left to think.
demon blood.
he had done this because of the words she and so many spat at the sight of him. he had tried to rid himself of his sins, the sins of his father, the sins of his people; but were they really his to begin with? what had he done, in his six years of life, to have earned the hate he received? was the blood he carried in his veins enough to justify pushing a child to this?
no, she decided, no it was not.
seeing him so pale and lifeless in norms arms woke something in her, something deep in her gut, maternal rage coursing through her with something vicious, and even if she didn't deserve it after all she had done to him, pushed him to do, her heart was attempting to claim his as her own, and she didn't know what to do with that feeling. then she realized, that the maternal drive that prowled in her stomach like a thanator ready to pounce, not only saw the world as a threat, but saw her as a threat.
her mother handed her the salve and she was grateful for anything to do to take her mind off of the few revelations she managed to have while waiting.
"put more of the salve where the bleeding is stronger, then wrap it tight, be careful to not make it so tight it takes off his hand." the older woman guided, watching over her daughters work.
neytiri scooped it out bit by bit, slowing rubbing it onto the wounds while her mother blotted away the blood, her ears dipping whenever the boy his with pain or tried to pull away. she just wanted to make him better, to take him up into her arms and tell him it was alright like she would if he was one of her own children. but she knew she couldn't, he would wake up and see the monster who filled his little mind with such awful thoughts of himself, that he would be just as scared of her as he always was, and that she could bring him no comfort. so he was extra gentle as she finished off the paste, and held him like delicately as she wrapped the bandage around his wrists, gushing him gently each time he cried out, combing back his hair when she felt she was finished.
then jake came barreling in, breaking up the delicate silence that for a single second allowed her to believe it was just a normal day, that the new found fantasy of just being able to mother this child was true, that allowed spider to lay in peaceful sleep with her shawl over him. norm was trying to hush him, before he woke the baby, but there was no stopping jake, not when his face was full of pain and anger, looking as if he would plow down a titanothere just to get to spider.
neytiri knew jake had taken to spider more than he had let on, but the beast in her belly screamed that he hadn't done enough either, that he didn't earn the right to worry either. but she hushed it, knowing neither had the right to claim anything, not even over each other.
"ma'jake, quiet, or you will wake him and... he will be in pain. so let him sleep while he can," she attempted to soothe quietly, resisting every urge to just scoop him up when jakes loud entry did in fact stir him.
jake sat across from her, his hand resting on spider's chest, feeling the soft rise and fall of the boy's chest. "did he really?" he asked, eyes begging for her to tell him it wasn't true. she knew he would much rather hear of a freak accident over this, but she couldn't give him that mercy.
"yes, it would seem so." her voice was short, worn, despite barely saying a word this whole time.
jake crumpled a little, much more on the inside then he attempted to let show on the outside. neytiri was used to it, jake dealing with it all on the inside, bottling it up till he burst. she placed her hands over his, both of them being reassured by spider's breathing.
"but he is still here, we can and will help him. we will make sure he never feels this way again. I will right my wrongs, I will treat him as he has always deserved, and I hope one day he can forgive me. you will do the same. for now we just have to wait." she spoke gently, still worried about waking spider. she was partly talking to herself, making the promise she had worked her mind to final, she swore it on eywa. she saw jakes eyes finally close, knocking the tears he had been fighting to keep in down his cheeks.
he nodded, slumping into a lazy, defeated-looking, criss-cross position, talking spider's little hand in his, using the wet cloth from mo'at to clean the blood from his finger, the calloused palms of his hands, his muscle-toughened arms.
jake was no stranger to this, to harming yourself, even if he had never taken a blade to his wrists. trying to imagine that pain in such a little body terrified him. how was he supposed to wrap his head around little spider, the stray cat amongst the village, always smiling and laughing, always trying to help everyone, always up in trees or tussling with his kids, his blonde hair like streaks of the sun running about the village, battling such demons. he tried to imagine what he must have been feeling when he took his knife to his wrist. was he scared? relieved? confused? was he desperate and looking for a way out?
no, no norm said that spider wanted to get rid of his "demon blood" which as somehow more nauseating. it was their faults, him, norm, neytiri, The People. they hurt this child or they let it happen. they expected him to take every glare, every spit of acid, everything he was forced to endure, and to still remain a happy child. jake never once stopped to think what effect that may have on him, and now he was paying for it.
he ached, spider was small, he could fit in jakes hands even at 6 years old. he was drowning in neytiri's shawl even if on her, it would barely cover her upper arms, he had just started fitting his exopack a little less than a year ago. he was still just a baby, and they almost let his life end. had norm not found him, he would be dead, still and cold in his makeshift marui, in a pool of his own blood. the image that accompanied the thought that flashed in his made him feel sick. even with all that he denied feeling about the boy, no matter how hard he tried to push him away, no matter what he let him go through, the thought of spider dying, especially like that, alone and scared and in pain, terrified him. to have a child die for any preventable reason, was a disgrace on The People, especially their chief of all people.
chief.
he should have been the example. he should have led his people to find love for a defenseless child who wanted only to be loved and accepted. he had failed.
he let a finger caress the side of spiders face, along the edge of spider's mask, lightly pulling at the curly baby hairs that rested there,
"will he be alright?" he didn't know who he was asking, norm or mo'at. both would have very different opinions, norm more literal, mo'at more spiritual. he didn't know which he wanted.
"physically, yes. he is lucky, his blade was simple, his hand faltered, and he didn't seem to have a death wish. he didn't do too much damage, its manageable. emotionally jakesuli? time will tell." mo'at was the one to speak, the look on norms face spoke the his fear of setting neytiri off like he almost had earlier.
neytiri looked to her mother with a pain expression, her tail beating nervously where is laid near spiders head, ears still folded back.
"his mind is plauged with pain and desperation, things no child should even be aware of. he was driven to harm himself, in ways that will be permanent. it will be our actions going forward that determine his future. I fear if we do not undo the damage now, we will lose him in the years to come... what I fear more and that the damage has been done and cannot be undone. we can only hope for the former/"
neytiri damn near let out a cry, turning from her mother, eyes clenched as tears welled up in them. she found jakes arms, both leaning over spider like a makeshift shelter. just like they should have his whole life, they should have shielded him from the world, protected him from the hate of others. spider stirred once more, and this time jake couldn't resist the urge to scoop him up.
spider looked up at both of them, his little eyes tired and glossy, something small and painful in his gaze. he began to wiggle out of jakes hold, balling up nervously, but when neytiri grazed fingers through his hair, he stopped. this was the one thing he had ever wanted, deep down. not to be accepted, not to be one with the people, not even to be na'vi. he just wanted to be held, loved, by a mother, any mother. with his judgment too clouded by all his emotions, the desperation, the pain, even the blood loss, and maybe and even simpler reason being just being a child; spider let her hold him. he couldn't think about her years of neglect, the harsh words, and harsher glares, not in that moment, that could come later. right now, he needed a mother, and neytiri was willing, so he sunk into her hold, welcoming the embrace of either parent.
the road to spider's recovery would be long and hard. jake and neytiri had a lot to make up for, to apologize for, holding onto their guilt for years as they waited for spider to reach an age were their apologies would actually mean something to him. he would have to be watched constantly, habits would be broken, tears would be cried. things would never be 100%, there would always scars and phantom pain, but that was ok.
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a note for my regulars; I'm back, maybe sorta kinda. I've hit a rough patch with my adhd, I can't do thoughts, or social interaction really, but I'm starting to bounce back, so more regular posting may return shortly.
#I have such a hard time writing norm for whatever reason#which is why I found every excuse to not have to write dialogue for him#sorry norm <3#also#I'm a bitch for the “neytiri having her eyes opened to motherhood/mothering spider in response to him getting hurt/sick” trope#its got me in a literal chokehold#its so good and so angsty#and neytiri's mama bear instinct vs logic fighting to the death#shes having a mild crisis#more like major. but potato patato#spider socorro#miles socorro#miles spider socorro#neytiri#jake sully#norm spellman#mo'at#avatar 2#avatar the way of water
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I Dream Of You
You've met a wonderful man...now you just need the help of a certain dealmaker to keep him. And luckily, he knows just what he might want from you.
Word Count: 7K
Dividers both by cafekitsune.
Tags: afab but gn!reader (reader's described as having breasts and wearing a two-piece swimsuit, and is mentioned as being able to carry children), established relationship, roleplay (Azul pretends to be a manipulative asshole for fun, sport, and sexual gratification on both your parts), dubcon (as part of the aforementioned scene), tentacles (so many fuckin tentacles he's an octomer what do you expect), I take liberties with guessing mer anatomy, oral (sort of? He sticks his fingers and one of the aforementioned tentacles in your mouth), breeding kink, praise, petnames (pretty thing, darling, pearl), creampie
Author's Note: I'd call this Kinktober but I don't think I'll write more, so I'm just uhhh....stuffing as many kinks as I can into this and calling it a day.
You wished the sound of the waves were soothing to you. The feeling of the cool water lapping at your feet, the salt in the air, the heat of the sun on your skin. You wished any of it could be soothing to you.
As of this moment, though, more than anything, they were reminders. Forcing you to keep your resolve or be left on your own. And that, more than anything…you knew you couldn’t manage.
The potion you held in a stoppered glass vial would work marvelously, you had no doubts for that, all that would be left…is to simply drink it.
All you could do was take a slow breath of the stinging, salty air, and muster what little courage you could have.
With hands that were steadier than the way you felt, you undid the stopper of the bottle and knocked back the potion—it felt ice-cold on your tongue, making you cough when you finally swallowed all of it.
You looked briefly back at the abandoned, rocky shore, doubts swirling in your mind.
And you took slow, measured steps into the waves, letting the water consume you.
You knew how to find where you needed to go. Beneath the waves you were able to breathe just as easily as you could above, and your body was resistant to the pressure, your eyes were adapting faster to the light dimming from the surface. Even the cold wasn’t clinging as easily, your body adapting to more and more as you slowly walked your way to the cave where you knew you’d be able to get what you wanted.
“Hello?” An odd thing, the way your voice reverberated underwater, but your newly-sharpened gaze caught on to a flutter of movement deeper into the cave. Your brow furrowed—you knew you had the right place, so was it as simple as no one being here at the moment?
You hesitated at the entrance once more, but wandered in all the same.
You came to the conclusion by the sight of the space someone else clearly lived here—or at least it wasn’t uninhabited for very long at a given time. Small collections of bottles, tinctures sat in clear view on a table. A large tome, some glimmering collection of metal ores and precious stones sat in clear view.
Your curiosity was rather good at getting the better of you—you didn’t notice the way a shadow from the deeper part of the cavern reached out behind you, many-limbed and wanting.
You shrieked in surprise as it did, as suddenly you were yanked back from the table, from the light, into the entryway into a deeper part of the cave, and a hand sealed itself over your mouth, muffling your surprised, frightened struggle against the arm that held you tight against a bare chest, that pinned your arms to you with surprising strength.
“Shhh little human.”
The voice was lilting, warm, even, as it tried to soothe you—as warm as his touch and the appendages that you knew even in the dark to be tentacles from how they felt, weaving around you in cautious but eager motions, suckers fluttering over the soft of your skin.
You squeaked behind his hand as one of those tentacles suddenly wormed its way up your inner thigh, and you squeezed your legs shut, trapping it in place, your heart pounding in a way that decidedly didn’t get soothed any by his laughter, by the way his tentacles now worked with a stronger want to feel every inch of your skin in a way that made you squirm, only at first in resistance.
“What’s such a pretty thing like you coming wandering into my home?” he hummed, idly, as though he’d forgotten that you can’t answer him with his hand over your mouth, leaving you to fight back a smile as his tentacles hit sensitive flesh, and fighting further to stifle your laughter and failing. “Are you h—” he paused, suddenly, his seductive question cut short and you knew you’d been caught, your grin beneath his hand growing as he freed your mouth. You were still trying to restrain yourself when he asked, incensed, “Are you laughing?”
“You’re the one tickling me!” you accused, giggling while you spoke—and as another one of his tentacles curled covetously over your collarbone to tease at the the tie of your swim top, you jolted. Another peal of laughter graced him from you while he shook his head, all amusement.
“You really are just the most sensitive creature alive,” he hummed, willing his body to pause in its exploration of you, but pressing affectionate kisses to your throat, your jaw, your cheek.
“You can’t judge me for it, Azul,” you played up the way you were whining, wriggling in his grasp, pouting. “I’m helpless, can’t you tell? It’s unfair.”
“Oh so now you want to play your role,” he hummed, a soft huff of laughter on his breath. “And you were the one saying you had difficulty getting immersed.” His faux petulance pulled another little stream of giggles, leading you to nuzzle a little more towards him, which he couldn’t help but smile at, pecking your lips before he asked, “Done being ticklish?”
“Only if you’re done tickling me,” you replied, and his hand slid back up to your cheek, turning you to look towards him, to let him run his thumb over your lips.
It felt strange, to see the way his expression morphed, trying to play into the role of the one who takes from others, the one who gets what he craves, hiding under myriad disguises his role as one who simmers in his wants when it comes to you.
“Such a sweet little thing, mm? Do all humans wander as much as you do?”
“I—I was curious.” It was funny—suddenly you did feel rather small. Something in his words, his tone, the way he was curled up all around you, touching you, clinging to you, covering as much as he could—it was a novel experience, feeling small, but it wasn’t a bad one by far, at least not with him.
Still, though, his displeasure, written plain on his face, made your heart twist—your excuse wasn’t good enough, clearly.
“And your curiosity lead you to intrude on my home.”
“I—I didn’t—”
“Surely you don’t believe me to be so stupid, do you?” he hummed, arching an eyebrow. “You’re not the first human to come here for one.”
“F-for—”
“A deal.”
All his tentacles pulsed around you at the word, drawing a gasp as they began moving again, some of the larger suckers now beginning to catch onto your skin as they held you still.
You drew in a sharp breath, feeling them begin to work marks onto you, flushing as you suddenly feel very much like prey in his grasp.
And for a moment, you stood just like that, trying to restrain the way you shivered at the movement of his tentacles, the intensity of his pretty blue gaze, the movement of his thumb over your lips, tried so very hard to settle back into the role you were playing, hold back on your want to kiss him. Only for him to suddenly pull away, releasing you from his grasp, save for one, solitary tentacle winding up your forearm. With a firm insistence, he dragged you through the water, further into the darkness of his home. Eventually, he stopped, your eyes adjusting enough to the lack of light to see that he had settled himself onto a worn-away hollow of rock, one that looked almost like a throne when he settled onto it. He pulled you over another couple steps, to allow you to settle onto another, smaller stone seat.
All the while, that tentacle remained curved on your arm like a shackle, trapping you before him as king when he asked, “You came here for a reason. I’m not so cruel as to turn you out for simply surprising me. So tell me what you want, and perhaps I can help you.”
Your heart pounded. It wasn’t a request, you knew that from the way the tentacle was wound around you. You were trapped by this point. Your gaze turned back to the light drifting lazily from the rest of the world in the main cavern, but you were anchored in your seat in the dark with him.
He could feel your pulse from where it was wrapped around your wrist, you knew it from how the sucker was fluttering over it, this close to trying to worry another mark onto your skin. He was smirking at you, waiting for you.
“There’s…there’s a man on the surface.” Your eyes flicked over to find him staring back at you, amusement written all over his face, an eyebrow arched, “He’s wonderful, and everything I could ever hope to love, but I know he doesn’t…I know he doesn’t see me. Not—not like that at least. I made a mistake in how I approached him at first and it—it colored everything wrong. I—I was hoping you would be able to help me get him to—to look at me.”
He hummed, tilting his head, considering you, your story—you could feel the way his gaze landed on you, making you squirm well before you met his eye. “You’ve exhausted every other option before coming to me, I assume?”
“I tried.”
“Well, he sounds like a waste of a man if he can’t—”
“No!” Your vehemence surprised him, but you stuck to it, looking down at your hands, “He’s—he’s smart, and he’s beautiful, and he’s so passionate about so much it makes me smile just to think of him, it…” You trail off, softening your voice, warming it when you meet his eye to murmur, “He means everything to me.”
It has the result you wanted. Even in the dim light, you could watch the splash of color paint his cheeks when he suddenly pieced together that you were talking about him. The slip doesn’t last, though it does make you have to stifle a giggle when he cleared his throat before saying, “Regardless, if the fool can’t even look at such a prize as you and see you, well. Is he even worth the trouble?”
“I wouldn’t be here if I had my doubts,” you answered, easily, and he hummed.
“Very well, then. I suppose if you’re so certain, then there needn’t be any hesitation on my part, either. So—in terms of payment for services to be rendered—”
“I have—”
He raised a hand, cutting you off. “I have no interest in any valuables—and I’m certain you could ascertain by now that I have no interest in surface dweller’s money. What I’m interested in is a service of your own.”
The confusion that fluttered over your expression seemed to please him. “What…service?” If it was something to be done down here, surely he has any number of merfolk as customers—did he need something from the surface?
The question brought a smile to his face, languid, relaxed, and a few more of his tentacles, eager in their intentions, began seeking where you sat, curling idly at your ankles, up your shins. “You see, I’ve always had some rather specific curiosities regarding humans, curiosities I believe you can provide an answer for.”
“You want…information?” The trade confused you, it seemed like such a light cost.
“In a manner of speaking, yes.” The answer would have come as far less confusing were it not for the way his touch squeezed at your limbs, covetously. “But what better way to learn than hands-on? What better way to satisfy one’s wants than to simply…touch?”
Your face dropped in realization. “Y-you mean…”
“In exchange for the adoration of your beloved on the surface, tonight, you’ll offer your body to me until I am entirely satisfied,” he murmured, his lips quirked as his eyes dragged over you. “In both my curiosity and in my…other wants.”
“Oth—oh.” You knew you were flushed at the implication, and he was grinning, playing his wicked role eagerly.
“Such a small price to pay, surely? After all, I have every intention of ensuring you enjoy it, too. And your lover, he would never have to know.”
You paused, trying to wrack your brain for anything else you could do, but he had laid his terms out plainly—if you wanted his help, he wouldn’t accept anything other than this, and you had no room to bargain.
In a flourish, he produced a piece of parchment and a pen for you. On it, written in a practiced hand, were the terms of your agreement, laid out plainly, in the same wording as before.
(You spotted the slight shake in his handwriting in an instant—he must have drafted this well before you’d come here for this, had he been excited at the time? As excited as you felt right now, having to stifle your smile?)
All you needed to do was sign…
But you paused before pen hit paper, and he sighed—you knew in an instant that he spotted your indecision. “It seems you’re hesitant after all.” Before you could blink, the contract was back in his possession, well out of reach as he wandered away towards some alcove deeper in his home. “I suppose you’ll simply have to wait for your clueless lover to finally piece his wits together—if he even does that. Such a shame.”
“W-wait!”
He paused, eyes tracing languidly back over towards you, over his shoulder, eyebrows raised gracefully. You clenched your jaw—he knew he had you, hook, line, and sinker.
Still—you didn’t have another choice.
“You’ll—you’ll listen to me if I tell you to stop?”
His eyes softened, no small shimmer of mercy from the one who just moments prior negotiated the price of your body. “Of course. I promise.” The words held weight, coming from him.
“And—you won’t hurt me?”
“I have no interest in hurting you. Quite the opposite.”
“…Give me the pen.”
And he was back in an instant by your side, contract detailing your deal opened to show its entirety. With one arm around you, he offered a pen, the other the paper.
Your eyes flitted over the words on the page once more as you slowly lifted the pen, and you, finding it to your satisfaction, signed your name.
And his smile only grew. “Thank you for your patronage.” As the contract was stolen away by one of his tentacles, the pen by the other, he took your hand in his to press his lips to your skin, leaving you shivering as he trailed his lips up. Only when he reached your shoulder did he murmur, “I believe I’ll be taking my payment now.”
He was on you in an instant again, a mirror to how he pulled you tight against him when he first saw you wandering about his home aimlessly, only this time, his hand had decided to busy itself to pulling at your clothes, untying things in a rush, all pretenses gone in favor of hunger in his touch. His tentacles were no less wanting, pulling at you, leaving more red marks up your legs and over your stomach as your shorts were shucked down and top untied and unwound from your body by his wanting hands, leaving you dizzy in the sudden way you were laid bare for him.
“Wait—,” your words choked in sensitivity as a tentacle traced over your collarbone, but to his credit, it took little more than that and a moment to process for him to pause, to give you the second it took you to draw in a shaky breath, look away and murmur, “P-please be gentle?”
He blinked, surprised by the request, but his scheming belied something warmer when he murmured, “As gentle as you like, pretty thing.” His hand caressed your cheek gently, guiding you to look back towards him—letting his lips meet yours.
His words and his actions felt separated, the way he kissed you every inch of that hunger that his stilled limbs no longer betrayed—you almost wanted to laugh, the role all but abandoned in favor of finally having what he wanted. You would have laughed were you not responding just as eagerly.
When finally he pulled away, your eyes fluttered as you leaned closer to him, leaned in for more, only to gasp when one of his tentacles made sudden, unapologetic contact with your inner thigh again. Only this time, the way your legs were already trapped made it impossible for you to shut them against the touch, only shiver as he trailed teasingly closer to his prize. His arm around you, trapping your arms tight against your body, left you helpless despite your struggling against him.
He could feel how your pulse raced when he pressed his lips to the skin of your throat, feel the way your head tilted to give him more access to trail kisses, to nip when his tentacle finally made contact with you, gliding smoothly up and down your heated core.
Your lips pressed tight together, muffling your whimper at your throat.
His response was immediate—his teeth sinking into your shoulder in warning, releasing that noise. He kissed the injury softly when his teeth released you, leaving you shivering in his hold, trying to press your hips closer to his touch. It was clear that he just wanted you to showcase every sound you make, to refuse to hide from him—just what he liked.
In spite of your own inability to do so without embarrassment melting you far too quickly into someone who wants to, needs to hide.
But the issue was, of course, that he offered you no way to hide. You were trapped, exposed for him—you were the focus of every one of his senses in the hopes of teasing you to the point of getting you shaking for him, exactly how you were.
So all your best intentions to mute the sounds of your enjoyment to him while he was focused on tormenting you were laid to waste the moment he made contact with your clit, leading you to gasp—and leading him to react, far too quick for you to counter in any way before two of his fingers were in your mouth, keeping it, keeping you open for him.
You whined at the sudden exposure, the realization you wouldn’t be able to hide half as easily anymore, and he, the picture of affection despite the debauched nature of what he was doing to you, pressed myriad kisses to your hair, your burning cheeks, your throat, while his tentacle kept swirling around your clit. The slow, measured pace which at first felt like too much on the little bud, slowly became too little—not nearly enough for you to be pushed anything closer to what you already felt yourself aching for.
You ran your tongue over his fingers, dipping between them for a tease, and you felt him shudder, the suckers that were on your body fluttering with the motion, before some few began to start focusing on leaving their marks.
You were going to have constellations of his touch left behind when he was done with you, stars for him to plot with only slightly apologetic kisses afterwards. But you couldn’t even care—not yet, at least. No, for the moment, you were too busy trying to aid that slippery tentacle over your clit, increase its lazy, idle pace. Another of his tentacles wound up your body, curling over one of your breasts to squeeze at you, playing with your nipple—you tried to arch more into his touch and his arm around your waist suddenly tightened, pinning you right back against him.
You whined pathetically against his fingers, and he couldn’t help but coo his sympathies in response, “Poor thing, is even this too much for you?” knowing full well the way you would wriggle, struggling to try and free your mouth enough to say every needy thing you were thinking, begging for.
It’s not enough. Please, more.
But his fingers stayed stubbornly rooted in your mouth, playing in the slick of your saliva, pinning your tongue into place much the same way he had pinned the rest of your body into place against him. Frustrating as he was, as his chuckles were, his touch was laden with affection, pressing kisses to your cheeks, your ear, your throat, his suckers dotting hungrily over your skin. Denying you any answer that might prompt him to pity, to offering you relief.
You knew you were shaking when one of his tentacles finally reached up to your core to start playing in your slick—you knew that you were wriggling your hips towards his touch, in spite of the way his strength pinned you back to him. You couldn’t help the soft, pleading noises leaving you, couldn’t help the way you struggled against his grip for more, couldn’t help listening to your body’s desperation.
You sucked in a breath when the tip of his tentacle dipped into you, freezing, hoping to coax him further into you.
Whether it was pity or him giving into temptation, he eased his way into you slowly, squeezing his way in through your slick, finally filling you.
All at once, the physical relief of simply that struck, feeling the way his tentacle moved inside you to better hit your sensitive spots, and you went lax, the way you writhed before reduced to placid shivering against him—a fact which left him pleased, if the way his lips curled at your shoulder was any indication.
“Yes…such a sweet thing,” he practically purred as you let him have his way, his steady pace over your clit, the new sensation of his tentacle lazily curling inside you, widening you, stroking incessantly over the sensitive spot inside you.
You whimpered and he hummed, softly, curling his limbs further around you, squeezing you like a breath, layering suckers over your nipples to taste your skin, and leaving you completely and utterly aware of but one thing—him. His touch, his voice, his teasing, him filling you up, playing with your clit in a way that shot sparks of pleasure up your spine.
You wanted to call his name, you wanted to kiss him.
You wished you could beg for him, but all you could do was lean into his lips when they touched your cheek, pouting, trying to catch his eye to plead for more..
Slowly, as he moved in and out of you, as he laved his touch over your clit, you could feel tension beginning to return to your body, winding you tighter and hotter, a coil in your belly you couldn’t ignore.
Couldn’t ignore, certainly, but couldn’t do much anything about, with how firmly he was holding you still.
You settled for whining against his fingers again, trying to writhe as he held you tighter, trying to moan, “More,” around his fingers, squeezing around the tentacle inside you.
And that he seemed to enjoy, you squeezing around him spurring new movement, a shaky noise against your skin as a moment of tension seemed to squeeze through him, too—betraying the simple fact that he was far more affected than his controlled motions seemed to suggest.
Still, though, you were beholden to his pace—beholden to the way he wanted to stretch every motion, every moment out. You were his, after all, were you not? His to play with, now that your name sat on that contract, promising him your body to explore, to tease, to fuck until satisfied.
You would have your pleasure. But this was about his enjoyment of it far more than your own experience.
And he was so enjoying your desperate, indistinct pleads.
Enjoying himself enough that before too long, you felt something new suddenly touching your skin, slapping hot and slick against your back with a low, pleased hum from Azul. His cock had finally worked itself free from his sheath, and was free to writhe against your lower back for some friction he sought out, too, subconsciously, his hips working to try and provide it.
The feeling made you shudder and clench around him, your eyes squeezing shut to block from your sight the vision of his smugness, his teasing.
“I suppose this is your first…encounter of this variety with my kind?” He didn’t wait for you to respond before continuing, “Cum for me, pretty thing, and you’ll get to have every inch of me, just like you want, mm?”
And like that his pace increased, over your clit, pistoning into you, pushing right up against your sweet spot.
You had no choice but to scream, to wail around his fingers’ best attempts to muffle you, though even those best attempts were withdrawn, letting you try and fail to muffle yourself.
He didn’t let you thrash too much against him, strong enough, content enough to pin you to him and hush you, soothingly. He enjoyed it, you knew, when you whined, when you tried to break free of his strength, when your head lolled to the side to let his lips take their fill of your skin.
He enjoyed the sounds you made all the more when he didn’t pull away after your orgasm settled and every touch became pleasure bordering on pain.
“A—ah—Azul it’s too much!”
The slight slip of your role in your desperation to be able to breathe again under the building wave of pleasure you were drowning in wasn’t met with acknowledgement, he was too busy grinning at the way you struggled against him, kissing at the tears that gathered, hot and sweet on your lashes.
You sobbed in your relief when he finally eased up, that tension disappearing, melting you against him as you shuddered through the remaining aftershocks.
Softly, you recognized the way he murmured, “So good,” against your skin.
For a time, this was all—simply him holding you, floating idly through the water as your head lolled back onto his shoulder, your eyes trying to flutter open.
His cock wriggling at your back, hungry for your attention.
“Azul.” Your whine of his name couldn’t keep him from humming out a soft laugh as he broke character, shifted his arm around you to let you lift your hand to card through his hair. It was calming to you, and a brief reminder, amid the broken character of just how easily he bent to your whims in the most adorable way.
You tugged him closer to nuzzle against his cheek, and he relished it, leaning into your affections like an anemone tugged by the force of the waves, rushing into your pull without thought or question.
At least, for a time, before he pressed a kiss to your forehead, and extricated your errant hand from his hair, pressing a kiss to your wrist before wrapping you back up in him.
“You’ve been so good for me,” he hummed, his eyes lidded, his grin regaining a touch of an edge, like a knife, like a promise. “You’ll have me, now.”
He shifted, repositioning you with his strength a little further up, giving his cock room to slip beneath you, wriggling eagerly against the sensitive skin of your heat. You flinched, and his lips were on your temple in an instant to murmur those same, soothing hushing sounds.
In time, you relaxed, drawing in shaky, excited breaths as his cock slowly began to push into you, the spade-shaped tip catching your breath as it slipped its way inside you.
“So good,” he murmured again, though his voice had grown taut in his restraint, in how cautiously he entered you, wanting to keep from causing any undue discomfort. You whined, wriggling in his grasp as best you could to tempt him further into you, his touch making you realize how empty you felt.
When at last he bottomed out, you breathed a sigh of relief, even as you tried to not twitch, squirming at the way his cock still moved inside you, instinct bidding it to seek more friction.
You squeezed around him and he gasped, softly—your own instincts pushing you now to press your lips to his heated skin, his jaw, his cheeks, his lips when finally he turned enough to let you and he melted.
You moaned, freely against his lips, as even just this, even just kissing seemed to send his cock writhing inside you for stimulation. Still, though, you tried to pin your focus on him—the way he melted even without you being able to touch him, even with every chance for him to turn the tables, have you weak, pliant against him, he let you have this. He wanted this, and you wanted to provide, you wanted to distract him from his chosen role.
Of course, he wouldn’t let himself be for long—wouldn’t let you tear his control of this, of you from his eager fingers for very long, grabbing your cheeks to pull your lips from his.
You pouted, whining your displeasure while your eyes fluttered open. He was panting for breath, but his limbs, shifting like the tides, curled covetously around you once more when he murmured, “You really are so sweet to me. Such a perfect little prize, aren’t you?”
One more, chaste kiss to your lips before he tilted your head back—and through the slight opening he negotiated of your jaw, one of his tentacles took advantage, prising your jaw open further and pushing its careful, slow way into your throat.
Vaguely, the taste of your own slick registered on your tongue, and you realized that this was the tentacle he had stuffed into you moments ago, and that knowledge had you clenching on his cock again as his tentacle began to move, thrusting in and out of your mouth, toying with your tongue. You whined—for want of kissing, for embarrassment, for need, it didn’t matter, the sound was torn from your throat regardless, and Azul soaked it in gladly, pressing kisses to the corner of your eye, hot with tears, to your cheek, hot with want, to your throat, your shoulder, each dotted with a gentle little, “Perfect,” possessive and pleased.
Your tongue traced over one of the suckers on the tentacle in your mouth and he shivered, his cock pulsing inside you. And just like that he began moving, sinking deeper into you, curling into you harder to feel the way you squeezed around him. And when that wasn’t enough, in his mind, his fingers which had been previously in your mouth moved down to your clit—you squealed around the tentacle in your mouth, but it just pushed further into you in careful measure—leaving you shaking in your effort to break free, though you had no results for how he held fast to you, not letting you escape the pleasure he was subjecting you to.
From the years you had been with him, you knew the signs that he was trying to hide, knew that he was closer to cumming than he hoped to be, weak in equal measure for you, and to how long he had been waiting to indulge himself in your body.
You tried to sink into the illusion he was hoping to put on, wriggling in his hold to keep him content with capturing you again and again, softly punishing each slight with further touch—a harsh squeeze to your breast, his pace over your clit intensified, the pace of his cock inside you slowing, a bite to your shoulder. Any of it, all of it combined to make you whine, moan, sob. All of it pushing you closer to your own orgasm once more.
“You were made for me, weren’t you?” The question was too hungry to be idle, to sound as teasing as he hoped—it was like he was licking his lips with just the thought. “So pretty, so soft, so wonderful.” He hummed, pressing another kiss to the crux of your shoulder and throat to feel you shiver in his arms. “Temptation has never looked so sweet as it looks on you. You were made for me to fill, you—” his fingers sped up over your clit and he sucked in a breath, released on a soft moan as you squeezed around him—and the thought occurred to him, “You were made to carry my babies, weren’t you?”
He moaned again, though the sound was equal parts pleasure and faux mourning, trailing off into a chuckle. “I don’t know how I’ll be able to let you go after this,” he hummed, the lightness of his voice a direct contrast to the heavy, wanting way his tentacles and arms clung to you, filling you, making it so all you could feel was him. “You started this for wanting a man on the shore, but surely he could never make you feel this good, mm? Ignoring you as he has? And you promised that you’d satisfy me—perhaps I’ll never be satisfied with you. Perhaps I’ll—” the same image sparked in his mind that choked his voice off into a moan, his cock pulsing in you before he finished, “Perhaps I’ll keep you here forever, fill you with my cum, keep you all to myself.” The idea had you whining—tightening around him in a way that made him moan, but not lose any of his pride in the way you melted for him. “You like that, do you?” he asked, and you tried to squirm away, or at least give some response, but his limbs held you in place, and the tentacle in your mouth seemed stubborn to steal all responses past weak whimpers. “What a treasure you are, so sweet. That fool on the surface has no idea what he’s missing.” Tears beaded in the corner of your eyes again for him to kiss as he purred out, “Are you close, darling?” Desperately, you nodded, moaning around his tentacle, a sound that choked out as it delved deeper into your throat. “Would you like me to make you cum?” You tried again, and the noise drawn from you as his tentacle began to pull back was nothing short of raw need. Infuriatingly he was still so composed.
His touch retreated from your clit and you thrashed, his tentacle pulling out from your mouth, letting you plead, incoherently, “Please please please please fuck—pleaseletmecum.” You couldn’t free your arms from his grasp, couldn’t touch yourself—you were at his mercy to touch your clit and draw you over the edge.
You stopped struggling when you heard him moan, and saw, over your shoulder, him sucking on his fingers, savoring your taste—you felt him pulse inside you and you knew he was so close.
You whimpered at the sight, the sensations, and he opened his eyes, letting his fingers slip out teasingly before his hand caressed your cheek, saliva still hot on your skin while his hand kept your gaze pinned on him.
“What would you give me if I did?” his voice was heady when he spoke and you let yourself get drunk on it.
“Anything.”
He grinned, and it was like his eyes glowed, knowing he had you cornered. “Such a shame I couldn’t get that on paper…another time, perhaps.”
Part of you, terrified that he meant your orgasm would be delayed, forced you to take a breath, to try and plead your case, to beg for him—only for all that air to be choked still as you felt the tentacle previously in your mouth, still hot and slick with your saliva, make contact with your clit.
That glee lit up his expression again when he murmured, “Cum for me.”
It barely took any movement on his part over your core for him to send you over the edge, all but screaming at the sensation.
Your core squeezed around him, and his body squeezed back, leaving mark after mark over your legs, your chest, your stomach, everywhere he had layered his touch.
Now, though, his hips began to work, holding you in place providing the best possible leverage for him to thrust into you, sink you further onto him while he worked over your clit.
You didn’t even try to fight the overwhelmed sensation of your body sinking to his every demand despite the way you thrashed. You didn’t tell him when you began to get overstimulated, you wanted to feel that little sharp sensation of too much while he chased his own pleasure. You wanted him, and he gave himself to you fully, a curse abbreviated by his teeth sinking into the skin of your shoulder, hoping to contain his moans.
Spurts of heat slowly began to fill you as his cock twitched hard, jolting inside you as he fell into his pleasure. You squeezed around him instinctively in response and he gasped, all his limbs curling a little tighter, a little closer.
It ended on that moment, the short, magical scene you had written for yourself. It was done, and he was curled around you, shivering, clinging for a comforting spell where it was simply you and him, floating from the endorphins. It was another short moment before he felt himself enough to begin dragging you both towards the soft alcove serving as his bed, still inside you while turned you around, guided you to lay on him, to stay close to him as his tentacles reached out, still active enough to tidy up as much as possible. Tucking your discarded swimsuit close-by for you when you needed to get dressed, grabbing at the faux contract to remember to dispose of it later.
And then all his focus was on you as you flinched when his cock slipped out of you, returning to its internal sheath. “Are you alright?” You hummed an affirmative, drawing closer to him, lifting your arms up to wrap around him, wanting to get your fill of finally being able to touch him, to cling to him, as opposed to being clung to, sinking into the warmth of his skin.
His hand traced up and down your spine slowly. “My pearl, so sweet to me.”
“I’ll bite you,” you mumbled, flustered at the praise even with your face half-buried in his chest—it just meant you could feel the way his laughter buzzed through him. “Now that you’re not in my throat.”
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No,” you replied, easily. “If I need a few cough drops tomorrow I’ll take ‘em.” You grinned, slyly, tilting your head up to make eye contact with him. “Worth it.”
Now it was his turn to shy away from your flirting. “If you need a few cough drops tomorrow I’ll see if I can make something better for you.”
“For a price?” you teased at him for the role he played, the role he still plays for all of creation but you and a select few others.
“For you, nothing at all…though perhaps a few more kisses.” You smiled, starting on your debt, kissing over his chest affectionately as his hand reached up to where he stowed away the prop contract, far from anything actually bound to his magic, looking over it again idly and barked out a laugh. “You actually signed your name.”
Your eyes flicked up from your business kissing at his skin. “Mm-hm.”
“You know I could have made this an actual contract. What would you have done then?”
Your eyebrow quirked at the dare in his voice. “Oh no, you’d have to promise to make yourself love me in exchange for wild sex, whatever would you do?” you laughed. “I did read it over, love, I know better than to just sign something, even if it is a scene with you.”
His eyes warmed with a flash that looked almost like pride before one of his tentacles curled around your calf, his fingers beginning to trace idle, meandering circles up the skin of your back. “I believe the worry is more for you, dearest—you signed a document with your real name, therefore, you promised to stay here until you satisfy me fully.”
The teasing in his tone wasn’t missed—you imagined he expected you to flush at the implication, at the imagining of a long night spent with you wrapped up in him, his touch everywhere, overwhelming you in the best possible way.
He seemed to underestimate how much you wanted that.
You slowly curled yourself up onto shaky hands and knees to crawl a step or two up before you settled onto his lap, throwing your arms over his shoulders before you pouted, “Are you not satisfied?” You tried not to smirk at the way color once again flooded his cheeks after a moment of processing your question, at the way his brain stalled having you so close yet again. His hands found their place on your hips out of instinct, his tentacles beginning to curl their own way over your body again as you leaned down, tracing your nose over his throat, prompting him to tilt his head to the side, exposing more of himself. “Do you want more, Azul?” A kiss on his jaw, another on his pulse to feel the way it fluttered, you let yourself be pulled back slightly as one of his tentacles wrapped around you, coiling around your torso, up between your breasts, over your collarbone, his suckers fluttering over you, tasting you, marking you again. You let him recover for a spare moment, lifting the end of his tentacle to press a soft kiss to it.
You opened your eyes to see his pinned to you. “You are…” he trailed off on a laugh, reaching up to trace a hand over your throat up to your cheek for you to lean into. “You are a temptation.”
“Is that a nicer way of saying I’m a menace?”
“No. It’s entirely separate.” You laughed, and he lit up, reaching to pull you down again as his touch layered over your body, intent on holding you close while he kissed you—soft, warm, all the love in his eyes just for you.
And all his attention content to be pinned on you for a little while longer.
#azul ashengrotto#azul ashengrotto x reader#cw tentacles#tw dubcon#this is smut#🐙-🪙#bitch-gray-writing
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Hello there! I love your writing sm💕💕
If you feel like, can I have a reader X Cody where the reader is the padawan of Obi wan? Something I can read while at work but it can be 18+ if that’s what your muse comes up with
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Trapped
Summary: You and Cody are trapped in a cave after an explosion, and you take the moment to spend time with the love of your life.
Pairing: Commander Cody x Padawan!Reader
Word Count: 799
Warnings: None
Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni
A/N: Sorry that it's so short, but I hope you like it!
“This is dumb,” you announce as you kick at the stone that’s keeping you sealed in this small cavern. “Why don’t I just-”
“Because you already tried that, Commander, and it nearly killed us.” Cody interrupted from where he’s sitting on a rock, his helmet sitting on the ground at his feet, “Relax. The General and the others will find us, as soon as the fighting is done.”
You huff and sit on the rock next to Cody, leaning your weight against him, “I know, I know. I just don’t like it when Master is fighting without me to watch his back.”
“The rest of the 212 is there, they won’t let anything happen to him.” Cody replies as he drapes his arm over your shoulder, “Besides, it’s not so bad being locked in here with me, is it?” There’s a hint of teasing in his voice and you nudge him gently.
“I suppose it could be worse.” You allow with a sigh.
Cody laughs, and his fingers find the length of your padawan braid, which he slowly runs through his fingers. It’s something of a habit for him, whenever the two of you are alone, he’ll find your braid and run his fingers over the beads indicating your achievements.
“So, do you get a bead for fighting in a war?” Cody asks after a long silence.
“Steel.” You reply absently, “It’ll be my second one. Assuming I survive the war.”
“You will.”
“Yeah? You think so?”
“If you think death is going to get you out of this relationship-”
You laugh, your head tilting back to thump lightly against his shoulder, “That would be something to see, wouldn’t it? You in a relationship with a force ghost.”
Cody sniffs, “Needs must and all.” He trails his fingers up to the base of your braid, where the first steel bead is located, “I had wondered about this one,” He admits, “It stands out compared to the others.”
“Mm. Master and I were sent to negotiate a peace treaty for a planet locked in civil war…it ended poorly.” You explain easily, “There was an explosion and we got separated, and ended up having to fight in the war.”
“What happened?”
You release a humorless laugh, “People died. People lived. More people died. I developed an allergy to red meat, and got struck by lightning. Master nearly lost his leg to a landmine. It was a whole thing.”
“...sounds miserable.”
“Isn’t that just what war is?” You counter lightly, “At least this time I haven’t been struck by lighting. That sucked, Cody. Like really bad. Still have the scar, Master Che couldn’t do anything about it.”
Cody dropped your braid and his fingers drifted to your left arm, where the scar lies hidden under your robes, “I’m guessing you were struck here.”
“Mm, I was lucky that Master was right there or I wouldn’t have survived. The electricity entered my left arm, crossed my chest, and exited out the right. Stopped my heart.”
“Well, I’m glad that you didn’t die. My life is better with you in it.” Cody says lightly.
“Yes, I know.” You smile up at him, “Shame that this whole thing is forbidden.”
“I’m fairly certain that the General knows.” Cody says dryly, “On account of the very firm talking to he gave me about respecting your boundaries and not pressuring you into anything you’re not ready for.”
At that you burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m sure he knows. But Master’s been married since he was 20, so he’s not about to lecture me about anything.”
Cody’s head snaps to the side, “General Kenobi’s married!?”
You grin, “He married Master Vos years ago.”
Cody’s jaw dropped, “He married Quinlan Vos? Why?”
You laugh, “I assume it’s because he loves him.” You sit up and press a quick kiss to Cody’s cheek, and you laugh when he turns to catch your lips in a deep kiss.
“So that means that we can get married, right?” Cody asks.
“Mm, someday. After the war.” You reply lightly, and your fingers brush against his cheek and you lean in to kiss him deeply, passionately.
Cody blinks at you, visibly having to reset his brain, “Right. Right, so Dooku and Grievous. And then a wedding.”
You laugh, “It’s a date.” And then you tilt your head to the side, as if listening to something only you can hear, “Master and the others are here.”
“Great, this cave kind of sucks.” Cody catches your hand as you get to your feet, “Love you, cyare.”
Your smile softens, and you lean in to kiss the tip of his nose, “Love you more.”
“Not possible,” Cody finishes with an easy smile, before he gets to his feet as well.
Time to go back to the war.
#star wars#tcw#commander cody x reader#cody x reader#star wars fanfiction#x reader fanfiction#answered asks
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Okay but the idea of Bob getting to the point where he has to throw hands to protect you is so hot. Purely because you just know it’s not in his nature.
Another Statistic // Bob Floyd
Word Count: 5.1k
Warnings: hey guys so a major trigger warning on this one for sexual assault. Please read at your own discretion and please remember that this is a work of fiction. Angst is what I do.
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This really got out of control For this one we need to go back to the beginning of the story.
Robert Floyd didn’t drink alcohol for a few reasons. None of them really being all too life changing, for one he just didn’t like the burning sensation that came along with liquor, and beer just out right made him feel sick. He’d tried a few fancy cocktails here and there—all enjoyable until the sugar wore off or until the next morning. But there was one reason why Bob was always the designated driver, one reason why he always had a plan A, a plan B and a plan C. There was a reason why he preferred water or a glass of Lemonade, Fanta or Coke while at dinners, clubs or bars and there was a reason he never really caved to the societal pressure of drinking with your peers after a long day, or social gatherings where alcohol seemed to be in abundance.
The simple answer to all Robert Floyd’s why’s, the question ‘you aren’t drinking man?’ Had a more simple answer that could easily be shortened down to one word. One person actually.
You.
Bob chose a long time ago that he’d be happy to never drink again if that meant he could protect you. And that’s not to say Bob had ever been some macho Johnny Bravo protector. No. Bob in his very nature was a back seater. He was very much a back seater in all aspects of life, a wallflower. But god Bob would run out into the line of fire any day if it meant taking a bullet that was meant for you. He’d do anything for the love of his life, his best friend. And he has and always will continue to.
“And who would this lovely lady of the sea be?” Like the wallflower he was, Bob had had enough time to get a pretty good read on the type of man Jake Seresin was. He'd come to the conclusion he was happy he hadn’t encountered the man who had an ego the size out Mt Everest. What Bob couldn't see coming from a million miles away would be the fact Jake Seresin would become a bigger part of his life then he could ever picture. A trusted colleague, a good friend and above all? Godfather to his child but we’ll touch base on that at a later time. “Bob? Care to introduce us to your friend here? One of Top Guns finest i presume?”
“Uh–” Bob stammered over his words as he cleaned peanut crumbs from his uniform. “This is uh–um i–” Bob watched as you chuckled, passing him your half finished beer as you held out your hand out for Jake to shake gracefully. Bob watched you interact with Jake, his hand slowly coming to find the hem of your naval skirt, twirling the fabric carefully between his fingers. A small yet loving gesture to let you know he was there. He'd always be there. Holding your half drunk beer brought back a memory Bob didn't want to remember. It wasn't a fond memory or one he’d necessarily like to ever talk about again. But for some reason holding your beer watching Jake try to make his move on you just brought the memories flooding back, like a brick wall had fallen on top of him.
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Woody’s Tavern was the place to be. It was where the majority of the naval academy cadets chose to spend their free time. Drinking away the pain for fitness tests and long gruelling days learning how to operate navigation systems, perform Clarence dives and just in general learning how to be Navy men and women. You of course were no exception to the rule.
“Bob, it's a friday night, it's a long weekend, there's no classes on Monday and we don't have another exam till wednesday week!” working to fix your earring you reminded Bob who sat at the end of your bed looking at you like a love struck puppy dog you'd just kicked in the face. “Let loose will ya?”
“It's just not my thing, you know that.” It was Bob's turn to retaliate, reminding you that this was him you were talking to. Bob. Robert Floyd. “I'd rather just, not.” Bob explained briefly. He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful, that the dress you wore looked nice, respectable yet fun at the same time. He thought the colour made your eyes pop, but that it didn't take away from the fact your smile was the one thing that he couldn't get enough of. But he settled for something that he knew would be low key, that would keep him under your radar. “You look nice though.”
“Thanks–” it made your heart flutter, in fact it skipped a beat as the butterflies in your stomach took off into a million different directions. You were smitten and he didn't even know it. The heat in your cheeks rose as you tried your best to cool your face before turning around to face Bob. “You still okay to pick me up though?” you asked softly, making sure the offer still stood. Bob finished his phone out from his back pocket as he stood, making his way over to you as he turned the ringer off silent, turning the volume up as loud as the device would allow him to do so.
“Just call me when you're ready.” The moment between you and Bob lingered in silence as the gap seemed to be almost nonexistent. Your eyes roamed his face, his body. The simple T-shirt he wore that hung off his chest so perfectly. His eyes roamed your face, your body. He was well and truly fucked if you didnt feel the same way about him, he knew that. So to say nothing was better to say something and risk losing you all together. The friendship you shared was worth more to him then you'd probably ever know. But something bold told him to question why you were looking at him the way you were. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?” You asked, caught out as you shook your head for a second, collecting yourself. “I wasn't lo–”
“You were looking at me! You had a look in your eye!” Bob chuckled as he watched you grab your shoes, a friend picking you up to take you over to the tavern, charlotte.
“Well even if I was you were looking at me too!” you sassed back. “So I don't know what that's all about but whatever it was, it won't happen again.” you rolled your shoulders back. You'd almost been caught red handed literally longing for Bob. a close call.
“Yes ma'am Radar ma’am.” Bob teased as he saluted you, falling back onto your bed. Staying the night so he could keep an eye on the most definite drunk version of yourself that he’d be collecting at all hours of the night. “Just be careful, please?” leaning back on his forearms, Bob looked at you with a serious look in his eyes, suddenly a different vibe lingered between you as he stared at you, drinking you in. “Promise me, what’s the safe word again? Peaches or peechay or something to do with peaches? Isn’t it?” You didn't say anything as you pressed your lips together, holding your purse to your chest, debating whether or not it was a good idea to go for it or not. Throw all corrosion into the wind and let Bob know that you'd come back to him.
Maybe it was the few shots you had to pre game the night, or maybe it was just the fact you loved Bob with all your heart but just couldn't say it. But you were walking closer to where he was sitting on your bed, leaning in and over to give him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Rubbing your thumb over the shade of nude you'd left behind from your lips.
“I'll be fine, but I promise I'll be careful.” stunned into complete silence and shook at what you'd just done. Bob's eyes lit up in pure joy. Coughing to clear his throat a little before he responded in broken english. Forgetting how to speak, how to breathe all at the same time from a simple gesture. “Peachy—I’m just peachy'' is the safe line.” You reminded him.
“Uh, good–yeah um, I'm glad we’re uh, we’re on the same page then.”
“I think we are, aren't we?” you asked. You hoped Bob was talking about the page where you both had mutual feelings but were both too scared to say anything. Not the page where you'd be careful on a Friday night out with friends. “Right?’ asking again as your unanswered question lingered in the air as Bob struggled to take his eyes off you. Opting to do the same thing you'd done just seconds before just slightly more ballsy and way out of his comfort zone. Leaning in to kiss you softly, Bob's lips melted with yours. His hands coming up to cup your checks, the pad of his thumbs softly rubbing your cheeks. A few seconds he'd remember for the rest of his life if this went south. Pulling away slowly, Bob feared opening his eyes. But when he did and he saw you looking back at him trying so hard to hide a smile so bright, his heart grew so much bigger.
“Yeah, yeah we’re on the same page.” Bob whispered. Watching as you stood, fixing yourself up as you made your way to your door. “I'll be here when you get back!” he smirked, leaning right back on your bed, getting comfy.
“Wish you were coming with me!” you cooed. Standing in the doorway. “Sure I can't tempt you?” Bob to this day regretted his next sentence, all he had to do was say sure and everything could have been avoided. Bob liked to tourtue himself over it. A sense of guilt always stayed with him, even years later. He had a chance.
“I'm good, really, maybe next time.” nodding softly, you accepted Bob's stance.
“I'll call you later.” you smiled, shutting the door softly as Bob watched out your bedroom window as you got into Charloots ute. Sighing heavily as he tried to process what just happened. A definite turning point in your friendship would soon be overshadowed by regret and guilt.
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The night had been going great, you’d been enjoying yourself. Letting loose. You felt like you hadn’t had the opportunity to just forget everything in a long time. The liquor was flowing and flowing fast. The music was pumping, the company was great. You felt like you’d had a real chance to relieve the incredibly serious, incredibly difficult immense pressures you carried above your shoulders. The incredibly toxic mustard shit that was the naval academy. You’d given just within an inch of your life to pass that advanced navigation exam and like fuck were you not going to let your hair down.
But picture this, let me set the scene for you. A game of pool had caught your eye, your whiskey sour slightly spilled over the lip of your glass as you handed it to Charlotte. Taking the pool cue you eyed your target, leaning over the table as you went to shoot your shot, a hand slid up the back of your leg, hovering over your arse. It had your heart pausing, instantly a sudden flush of heat overcame you with fear. Shooting your shot as you stood. Turing to see who was touching you so inappropriately.
“Radar—“ E.T smirked as you leaned back against the pool table. His body was uncomfortably close to yours. You could smell the alcohol on his breath. See the lust in his eyes. “You look great—“ so you’d been told, Bob was probably asleep by now. You wished he was here.
“Watch where those hands fall Leo before I break every last metacarpal in them.” Leo Ward. Call sign E.T because god was he otherworldly in his ability to do anything less than ordinary. He was an exceptional cadet, a fine pilot but he was a pig of a man. It was point blank, black and white knowledge. “I would back all the way off if I were you.” You hissed through gritted teeth.
“C’mon now Radar, you’re here for a good time, I can show you a good time.” Your face contorted in disgust. “Robert not around?” E.T look around for Bob who was usually glued to your hip. Two peas in a pod.
“You’re the last person on the planet I would give it up for, especially after this.” Pushing past Leo you sighed as he smirked. Walking back over the were Charlotte stood completely dumbfounded as she handed you your drink.
“Holy shit—“
“Don’t.” You mumbled into your drink, sinking back the liquor in one go. “Just Don’t—“
“E.T’s fucking plastered.” She chuckled. “God what a pig.” Sipping her own drink you felt a shiver run up your spine. “Should we go? I think I’m done for the night anyway—kinda don’t want to stick around and see who his next victim is if you know what I mean.” Charlotte sighed, knowing Leo probably wasn’t capable of understanding the word no at this point. As you watched him eye you down from across the tavern, you agreed.
“I’ll call Bob.” Fishing your phone from your purse, you hit Bob's name in your phone. ‘Other Half’ holding it up to your ear as the dial tone rang. It didn’t take long for Bob to answer. His voice deep and comforting.
“Bob's taxi service, how can I help you?” Bob teased as he let out a yawn. You couldn’t help but to bite your bottom lip to stop a smirk from plastering your face.
“Can you come pick me up?” You asked softly. The night coming to an end. E.T’s inappropriate behaviour just ruining the mood for you. You were over it. Done.
“Ah, are we done letting loose are we?” Bob sat up, looking for his shirt in the dark of your room, having fallen asleep in the comfort of your bed. “I’ll be there in five.”
“Okay, see you soon?” You replied, holding back the anger and frustration that laced your tone.
“Hey, you alright?” Bob questioned, your tone blunt and sharp as you caught the sight of E.T staring at you. Eyes hungry. You needed to get out of there. “Renee?”
“Yeah, I’m alright, just wanna come home.” You shook it off, remembering that going home meant getting to be with Bob. Something had shifted between the two of you and you were excited to see where things would go. The alcohol in your system suppressing the anxiety of potentially ruining the best friendship you’d ever had. “See you soon, okay? I’ll wait out the front with Charlotte.”
“I’ll drop her home on the way back, see you soon.” Bob was quick to finally find his shirt, shoving it over his head as he grabbed his keys, rubbing the sleep from the corner of his eyes before rushing out to where he car was parked.
Placing your phone back into your purse you lost sight of where E.T had gone, perhaps he’d left? Shaking off the unnerving feelings his presence had left you, you let your hand fall to Charlotte's shoulder as you leaned in.
“Hey Bobs on his way, I’m just gonna go to the bathroom real quick and I’ll meet you outside!” Shouting over the music into Charlotte's ear, she nodded in response. Making your way through the busy tavern full of people you knew with familiar faces at every turn, you pushed open the bathroom door. It was empty. The three stalls all open and unoccupied. Choosing the middle stall you did what you needed to—emptied your very full bladder with a sigh of relief. Your head spinning from all the different liquors you’d consumed. After tonight you’d made a mental note to not mix your liquors.
Footsteps approached the stall beside you but you didn’t think too much into it. Wiping, flushing, fixing yourself up the best you could on slightly wobbly legs, you opened the stall, making a directed line for the sinks to wash your hands. Only to have two rather muscular arms wrap around you from behind. Your first instinct as fight or flight kicked in, you screamed, a hand cupping your mouth shortly after the muffle you, silence you.
“Shhh, shhh easy Radar, you wouldn’t want to ruin the run now would you?” You caught the sight of him in the mirror as you stilled, looking at him through the mirror as he looked back at you. E.T. “Just wanna have a little fun now that we're alone.” Removing his hand from your mouth slowly, Leo let his hand fall to your chest. You froze in fear. “See, now we’re having fun.”
“I don’t wanna do anything with you—“ you whispered through tears. E.T didn’t listen as he pushed you forcefully against the nearest wall. The back of your head smacking harshly against the tiles. “Leo stop—“ you begged. Again, he didn’t listen. His hand coming to squeeze your cheeks together as his other roamed your hips, slowly but surely making its way between your thighs. Fear hitching in the back of your throat.
“I just think that, if you really are gonna fuck your way to the top of the class, wouldn’t you want to fuck someone who could possibly raise your social status? Not some library dweller who probably doesn’t even know where to put it?” Leo smirked as his hand shoved your dress up to your hips. You tried to fight him off but in terms of strength? He dominated. “I’m serious Radar, no one takes you seriously with that bug eyed back seater.” Leo hissed as he started to undo his belt. His hand coming down from squeezing your cheeks to wrap around your neck. Choking you as he restricted your airways. “But me? We’d be unstoppable together, a power couple—“
“Leo, st—stop!” You cried out under the pressure of his hand around your throat. “We—talk, let’s talk!” Throwing you down to the ground, Leo grabbed your wrist above your head as his knees spread yours. Hovering over you as you squirmed. “LEO!!”
“I can make you cum, like nobody else has.” You wanted to throw up. “Not Bob, not anyone.” Leo hissed as he kissed your lips. Shaking him off you didn’t expect him to headbutt you out of rejection. Blood dripped from your nose as your head throbbed. Knocking on the door filling the bathroom.
“Renee you in there?” It was Bob, you knew it was Bob. Unbeknownst to you, E.T had locked the main door, only after having placed a makeshift out of order sign on the door to deter others away. Before you could respond Leo had his hand cupped over your mouth. Smirked Maniacally.
“Just me Rob, don’t even sweat it brother we’re just having some fun.” Leo leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Say yes or I swear to god I’ll beat that fucking guy into nothingness the second I’m done with you.” You knew Leo would, his eyes were so unapologetically dark as he removed his hand. “Aren’t we, Radar?” You hesitated as you let tears fall free.
“Yep! I’m just peachy!” Your voice hitched as you felt Leo’s lips on your neck as his fingers pushed your g-string to the side. “I’m just—just peachy!” You hoped, no. You fucking prayed Bob remembered, but hearing nothing in response you hope diminished quickly. Maybe Bob had been blinded by Jealousy to remember you’d never do anything to hurt him.
“Lover boys all gone now Radar—it’s just you and me.” Leo kissed your collarbone. “Can’t get enough of—“ it came out of nowhere. The door completely ripped off its hinges as Bob shouldered it with his entire being. Crashing into the bathroom with a thud, Bob was quick on his feet as he saw you under Leo in a complete mess. Crying, shaking in fear.
“What the hell, Ward!” Bob shouted as his hands balled into fists, tackling him off you. Straddling his waist as Bob laid into him, one punch after another. Robert Floyd had never been in a fight before, but for you he’d do anything. Blinded by pure unconditional love. “She said no! Didn’t she!?” Bob shouted, holding Leo’s collar. “Didn’t she!” Spitting a mouthful of blood out Leo chuckled before he answered.
“She asked for it the second she put that dress on and you know it, because I know that you know, you were thinking the same fucking thing.” Leo hissed, his teeth stained with his own blood. Bob threw him down. Standing as he left Leo bloodied in the corner of the bathroom. Looking around for you. His knuckles throbbing. You’d run out the second the door was open, flight overpowering fight as you ran through the tavern straight out into the car park. Bob's car was a beacon of safety as you ran straight for it.
“Renee!!” Bob shouted after you as you slid down the side of the passenger door. Of course he fucking locked it. Carefully and ever so slowly Bob reached you, kneeling in front of you as he reached out to cup your cheeks. Flinching for a second you welcomed his touch. Eyes so distant it was like no one was home as Bob tried to catch your gaze. “I’m here.”
“I didn’t want him to touch me—“ you whispered. Sobbing as you tried to hold yourself together. “I didn’t want him to touch me.” You repeated again as Bob nodded, validating you.
“I know, hey—look at me?” Bob cooed. His thumbs working to rub your tears. “I’m not gonna let anyone hurt you ever again.” Bob promised. In that moment Bob knew he’d never drink and he’d never not join you at social events. He’d keep you safe. “Your nose looks broken, best case just really swollen?” Bob assessed the damage as carefully as he could. “I think we need to get you to the hospital, just to make sure everythings okay?” You didn't respond to Bob as he stayed kneeling before you, the rocks of the gravel digging into his knees. “Maybe get the police involved, leo should be ch–”
“No police.” Your head lulled to the side in defeat. “It’s Leo Ward, nothing will happen to Leo Ward.” It was common knowledge that although Leo was an absolute pig, he was the commissioner's son. “I just wanna go home” Bob knew that to argue with you now would probably be the worst thing he could do. He wanted you to feel in control. Although he wanted to make sure you were okay? He'd try again later. Nodded as he helped you up, Charlotte had sent you a text to say she’d gotten a ride with Ben. You didn’t talk much after that night. If she’s come with you maybe Leo wouldn’t have had such an opportunity. And the rumours that spread like wildfire across campus didn’t help.
“Okay, yeah, let’s get you home.”
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Complete and utter silence fell between the two of you in the car on the way home. You couldn’t find the energy to speak, you didn’t want to speak. It wasn’t that Bob didn’t want to talk he just didn’t know how to ask, he didn’t really want to ask either because I do that any word would want to hurt you too sick to your stomach.
As soon as Bob pulled up into the drive he watched to slowly get out of the car. Like a zombie a part of you was gone for good. Locking his car Bob followed you inside, when he heard the sound of running water and sobs that held more anguish than he’d ever like to imagine coming from the bathroom? His heart broke just a little more. Pushing the slightly ajar door open Bob saw you in the shower, fully clothed, completely submerged in the water that fell from your shower head. Sighing, he pressed his lips together. Kicking off his shoes and removing his shirt.
“This is what we're doing huh?” Bob sighed to himself as he stepped into the shower. Standing behind you as you cried. His hands resting on your shoulders letting you know he was here. The moment bobs hands touched your shoulders you gave in, your legs weak as you collapsed. “Shit—“ Bob gasped as he came down with you. His legs falling either side of you as you leant back into his chest. “Hey, easy—I got you, I got you.”
“I fucking hate this.” You cried out. “Why? I didn’t ask for it I wasn’t even doing anything I just—“ you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Bob worked to hold you close, listening to you cry. Bob didn’t know what to do except console you, holding you close, your back against his chest. “This god damn hell of a world—“ you sobbed uncontrollably, anger bubbling to the surface as you let everything out. Bob couldn’t stand to see you so hurt, so vulnerable.
“Let me tell you something you already know, alright?” Bob worked to move the hair that clung to you like glue. “The worlds not all sunshine and rainbows, it's a very mean and nasty place.” Bob cooed softly as he held you. The water running over you as your sons settled at the sound of his voice. Always a comfort. “And I don't care how tough you think you need to be right now but it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it.” Bob didn’t want this to change who you were. He knew it would always stay with you, but he didn’t want it to change a single thing about you. Your smile, your laugh,the way you lit up any room. “Life hits hard but it's about how hard you can take the hit and keep moving forward, how much you can take and keep moving forward.” The silence lingered between you and Bob as the water rushed over you. The back of your head resting against his chest. “I know to you, it probably feels like the best thing for you to do right now would be to stay silent, lay low, process everything. But if Leo can so easily do this to you he could very much do it again and again and if i'm being completely honest? He's probably gotten away with this already.”
“I know i have to tell someone but i just cant right now Bob, i'm tired, my head hurts, and all i want to do is sleep.” You sobbed, sniffling as you grabbed Bob's hands, gently pulling them into your eyeline. Letting out a hiss as the hot water washed the grim from the bloodied knuckles he wore. “I didn't say thankyou for coming.”
“You don't need to thank me.” Bob let his head rest against the tiles of your shower, accepting the fact he was completely soaked and not going anywhere anytime soon. “Just doing what I was taught to do.”
“What would that be?” you questioned as you picked up the soaked washcloth from the ground, working to dab Bob's knuckles as he hissed softly. The sting all too real. Bob wasn't sure if now would be a good time but he didnt know how to stop himself.
“I uh, nows probably not the most appropriate time given the circumstances but um– i was just trying to protect you because i think– i love you.” You kept dabbing away at Bob's knuckles as your heart skipped a beat. Bob shifted in his place behind you gently as he sat up a little straighter. His chin coming to rest on your shoulder. “You don't have to love me back, I think I'd just be happy having you in my life, but please try and remember that I will never let anyone hurt you ever again and if anything I'm sorry I just didn't come with you in the first place.” Bob's voice was soft, sincere and apologetic. “I don't think I'll ever turn down an offer to go anywhere with you ever again.” you let out a soft chuckle as you admired your work, Bob's knuckles as clean as bruised knuckles could be after bare knuckle boxing something's face. “I'm sorry.”
“You are the last person who should be saying sorry Bob.” Robert Floyd was a good man, that much you knew for sure. He was kind and caring and was the most sincere soul you'd ever been blessed to know. You loved him. Working to push yourself off the ground before Bob followed, you stood to face him under the water that fell from your showerhead. “I'm not ready to talk to the police about this yet, but I will, I just dont wanna become another statistic that's forgotten about on some shelf until it's too late.” Bob's heart broke for you knowing that more often than not, that's exactly what happened.
“If I have anything to do with it, Leo won't graduate.” Bob added. You smiled as your hands fell to his chest. Bob's arms resting against your hips. “God if he shows up to class on Tuesday ill–” you didn't hesitate to interrupt Bob with a gentle kiss to his lips. Pulling away a few seconds later.
“I think I love you too.” you cooed. Bob couldn't remember where he was going with what he was just saying, maybe that was your plan. If it was, it worked because Bob had his lips back on yours and his hands cupping your cheeks in seconds. Slowly melting away with you as you deepened the kiss, tongues dancing gracefully together as Bob begged for more of you and you begged for more of him. As things started to get a little too heated you pulled back. “I think I just need a little time.” you explained. Bob nodded in response as he tried to regulate his heartbeat. Kissing your forehead, Bob pulled you close as he wrapped his arms around you.
“We have, so much time.”
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My first public fanfic, please be kind.
Pairing: F!Reader/M!Alpha!Luxray
Summary: An assistant of Professor Laventon get's kidnapped by an Alpha Luxray Looking for a mate.
TW's: Smut, dub-con, slight violence, mentions of dead Pokémon, Male Pokémon/Female Human relation, Poképhilia, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, cunnilingus, possibly bad English and/or grammar mistakes
Minors DO NOT INTERACT, please and thank you!
That's about all, if I forget anything please let me know!
Another Pokéball broke open releasing the furious beast with a strong gust of wind. With your entire team easily defeated you couldn't do much but throw another, your last.
The large alpha Pokémon had surprised you while cataloging Shinx in the crimson mirelands. You hadn't heard a thing, nor felt eyes on yourself when it suddenly pounced on you from the side.
You narrowly avoided it but lost your balance and rolled down a small hill landing in deep mud. You didn't manage to find proper footing again, and had to awkwardly swim-crawl away from you attacker. Feeling through the mud you felt a Pokéball and threw it.
You released one of your Pokémon but it didn't stand a chance, the muddy ground slowed it down and it's level was way below this bestial alpha Luxray. But your companions bought you enough time to wriggle out of the mire and climb onto solid ground once more.
But the mud still clung to you slowing your movement, and the Alpha curiously approached, surely wanting to toy with his easy prey. So unable to run or fight you started throwing every empty capsule you had crafted at your attacker.
Most of them were easily avoided, Luxray seeming more and more annoyed at your antics. Finally you hit it, but it unceremoniously broke out again giving you a warning growl. In your panic it fell on deaf ears and you chucked another ball at it. A hit again, but it broke out, now livid.
Now you had but one Pokéball left. You were just about to throw it while thinking a prayer in your head. Before the capsule left your hand the Luxray closed the distance with a swift pounce knocking you flat on your back.
It's paws firmly placed on your wrists pinning them next to your dizzy head. The impact on the ground had done a number on you, your head had harshly hit the dry, rock hard mud below. Your vision was blurry and the world was spinning.
From the corner of your your eye you made out small blue shapes approaching. The Shinx I watched before. You reasoned. They must be part of this Alphas pack. Before everything faded to black you felt little kitten licks on your fingers. And the pressure of the alphas paws on your wrists vanished.
Your eyes snapped back to him. He looked at you. You couldn't quite read the expression. He saw the Shinx approach you, one sniffing and nibbling on your hand, another was kneading your belly. Did they play with their half dead prey, or were they trying to wake you up, maybe comfort you?
Under normal circumstances you'd been ecstatic to observe and document such unique behaviors but right now you were busy wrangling back control over your body and slowly getting back up.
The Shinx startled at your movement, and the Alpha immediately took on a more threatening posture again. You tried speaking in a low calming way. "It's okay big guy, I just want to go home, I mean no harm."
His posture softened a bit. "Lux!" He hissed in a commanding tone. You had no idea what it meant but it send the Shinx running. Finally up you tried to slink away but to no avail. Before you got anywhere the Pokémon had you by the back of your neck.
Awkwardly hanging in your kimono top you had no choice but to wait and see where it would carry you off too. It easily traversed terrain you'd never be able to get through on foot.
Finally you reached a serene looking grove by some harsh cliffs. A cave, hidden behind some red shrubbery went deep into the rock. Near the entrance ran a pretty creek. It was idyllic looking. Considering that alphas often got the very best nesting grounds that made sense though.
He plopped you down inside the cave. It appeared to have been dug, with a main tunnel splitting into four chambers. There were Shinx running around and some Luxio eyeing you suspiciously. "Lux Luxray!" The alpha startled you with its sudden roar. All Pokémon in the den stopped for a moment looking at you, seemingly considering you.
With that everyone, the Alpha included seemed to disregard you. Not believing your luck you ducked out of the cave, finally having caught your bearings again. You spend the rest of the day looking for a way out, but alas this little paradise was surrounded by steep cliffs on all sides.
As the sun set clouds grew darker and it began to rain. Hesitantly you went back to the cave. The Shinx and Luxio still didn't seem to mind you, some even approaching you curiously, wanting to play.
Defeated and with no way out you finally got out of your mud covered top and pants leaving you in your linen underwear. You hung your dirty clothes on a branch hoping the rain would take care of the worst of it, and tomorrow you'd try to get away again.
Slowly the Pokémon went into different dens off of the main tunnel, there seemed to be a sort of nursery, softly padded with leafs, colorful flowers and grass. Here the Shinx all cuddled up to sleep.
On the opposite side of the tunnel was the Luxio dwellings. Fewer individuals slept here, only some sharing bedding, others seemingly preferring solitude. The walls were littered with scratch marks and cracks. They must play fight or even train here from time to time.
A room was vacant, but it was noticeably warmer. There were leafs laid out around an empty nest looking structure. Closer inspection showed remains of Pokémon, like small bone fragments, as well as remnants of fruits and berries, like a cherry stone. Did the pack bring food offerings to mothers stuck incubating their eggs here?
You felt hot breath on the back of your neck. You swung around and came face to face with the Alpha again. He was so tall you had to look up to meet his eyes. He turned around and approached the last chamber of this Pokémon den. He looked back over his shoulder expectantly. "Do you want me to come with you?" You asked yourself out loud.
And sure enough he seemed to nod. You knew surely he didn't actually nod, after all Pokémon couldn't understand humans right? But you indulged in the thought his random movement meant confirmation, so you trotted behind him, having him lead you to the last den.
It must be his dwelling. You thought seeing the many hunting trophies such as horns, claws and even skulls. An accomplished Hunter. I'm glad my skull hasn't joined the collection yet. But this made you pause. Why hadn't it actually? Maybe the Shinx liking you made him not want to kill you anymore? But then why did he bring you all the way here.
He settled on some soft looking leaf bedding that was clearly too large for just him. And then it clicked. This pack must have lost their lead female. From Laventons research you knew in this case the head male would find another mate, be it from his own pack or an outsider. If the young ones approved of her she would become the new den mother.
Oh no. Oh no no no! You thought. But it was too late. Having no patience for your antics anymore he got up and yanked you by the back of your collar into the floral bed. You were lying in his arms for lack of a better word. His belly brushed up against your back and he curled around you. Your head lain on the plush fur of his arm, while the other rested on your side. His chin placed on the top of your head.
It was comforting in a way. His fur had no right being this soft and his warmth seeped into your cold frame. This wasn't the worst, but you had to find a way out before he decided he wanted more cubs. You shuddered at the thought and instinctively he curled tighter around you in a protective manner.
You weren't sure what to do and were still to anxious to sleep so you started to trace your fingers through his fur and carefully massaging the pads on his large paws, easily bigger than your hands. He began to purr deeply and rhythmically. You felt his soft fur tickle you while he settled in comfortably and you couldn't help but mirror him. This was the comfiest you had been since arriving in Hisui. You slowly drifted into a warm, pleasant darkness.
A few days had passed and you had still no luck in climbing your way out of the grove and you found yourself growing attached to the pack. You documented all unique behaviours in your note book to show to the professor if you ever got back.
You had been naming the members of the pack. It consisted of eight Shinx and five Luxio as well as the Alpha but you didn't know what to call him yet. The alpha took four of the Luxio on hunts with him, one staying back watching over the den and little ones.
It dawned on you why you had found the Shinx you originally observed so far away. They were constantly slipping away trying to climb away. You and the Luxio barely kept them in one place. No wonder some got away the other day.
Before sundown the hunting party got back. Their prey appeared to be a Bibarel. Two Luxio were also carrying large folded leafs. To your surprise they were filled with an assortment of berries, herbs, nuts and veggies.
The Alpha watched over the others sharing equally and eating both meat and greens. It was fascinatingly human in a way. After the little ones were satiated you two ate the left overs. Though you only had some berries, an apple and a few nuts. You wished you could share with your Pokémon but they were still resting inside their balls.
It seemed to be time to sleep again seeing how the others headed to their respective dens. You headed toward what had essentially become your bedroom but the Luxray nipped at you. He headed outside seemingly wanting you to follow him again. This wasn't the routine you had gotten to know. You swallowed already having an idea what this might mean.
How do I get out of this without enraging it? You followed with your mind racing. He sat down by the creek. The moonlight made it glitter softly. You sat down next to him, leaving a bit room. Maybe he'd get the hint somehow? If only he was a human, I'd bet he'd be hot... wait what kind of thought is this even!? You chided yourself.
You felt the tip of his tail brush past your back. You glanced up at him in the moonlight. If nothing else he looked majestic, his eyes glowing in the dark. He was staring ahead, same stoic expression as usual. When he noticed you looking he turned to you slightly and his gaze softened.
Why did this make your heart stutter? The professor and village clearly told you they were instinct driven beasts but you couldn't help it when you looked into his eyes. He seemed to understand you, your words and motions. "Luxray..." He hummed softly.
"I wish I understood you..." You sighed.
"Lux lux." Were you really having a conversation with a Pokémon just now?
"I'm not a Luxray, you know that right? So we- we can't be ... together." You stare at the water.
He studied you face before coming a bit closer. There was that soft warmth again. You turned away.
"I know you're looking for a mate, but it can't be me, I'm a human." He tentatively put his chin on your head again. Instinctively your hand found itself in his soft cheek fur. "That purring again... You make this very difficult for me. You know that right?" He huffed in response, almost amused.
Despite your valiant effort he had closed the distance again and was sitting behind you. "Lux ray..." He mumbled seemingly lost in thought. Finally he leaned into your touch on his cheek. His naughty tail loosely curling around your body. The tip was radiating soft, tingly static.
Only your linen underwear offered no protection. Your breath hitched when it hovered teasingly over the soft skin of your breast. Then in a fluid motion the appendage ghosted down to your belly. Not quite touching you, but leaving a pleasant tingling where it came close to your skin.
Further down toward your - "N-no." You grabbed his tail. He huffed again, this time a bit surprised. You turned to face him again. His eyes were so intense. He gave you a playful headbutt knocking you on your back once more. "A-are you trying to-to seduce me!?" You spat disbelieving.
He moved back a little muzzle hovering over your core. The way he looked up at you. This expression, this was intentional, he knew what he was doing. His tongue lapped at your thinly clad womanhood. Hot breath fanning over it.
"No way!" You grabbed his ears harshly trying to pull him away. He yelped a bit but stood his ground. You weren't strong enough to pry him away and he was tough enough to not mind your pathetic tugging at his ears. His tongue lapped out again, you felt it through your underwear.
"Damn it, you can't do this!" You wanted to sound threatening but it came out as a plea. He dug his muzzle against your mound lapping again and again, the fabric getting soaked. You prayed it was only his saliva but when purred once more you knew.
He tasted your lust. There was a sort of smug satisfaction in his eyes. He pushed your underpants to the side gaining full access. Finally he dragged his wonderfully textured, hot tongue down the middle of your folds. His ears, still in your hands twitched at the little whimper escaping you.
"Please..." You whispered not sure if you were pleading for him to stop or continue. Heat spread through your body. His tongue circled your weak spot skilfully. When ever parts of his muzzle pushed against your flesh the delicious low vibrations of his on-going purr drove through your body making you tense up.
"Oh, Arceus... I - I " you wrapped your legs around his neck fingers loosening around his ears only to fist intensely into his cheek fur like your life depended on it. Any semblance of decency you had tried to keep up was now gone.
"Gonna cum..." You whimpered, all muscles tense to the max. An amazing little sensation flooded your senses and pushed you over the edge. A little shock perhaps, but you didn't ponder it, only riding the waves of release while holding onto that Alpha Pokémon for support.
He re-positioned himself. And you wanted to protest needing his tongue back at that sweet spot so badly. But now he gently pushed up your linen top revealing your supple breasts and nipples stiff in anticipation.
Another moan fell from your lips as he now masterfully used that tongue of his to tease them sending warm waves of pleasure through your body. While focusing on your pleasure he changed his stance a little so he was able to comfortably lower himself down onto you.
You felt something hot prodding at your entrance and your eyes flew open with the realization. Your slick allowed for him to easily enter you. You unknowingly held your breath as you focused on the wonderful sensation stretching you out. He was large. Had you seen his member before you'd thought you couldn't take him.
Your eyes snapped back to his. Half lidded, focusing only on the sensation he experienced. The cutest noise dropped from his mouth when he bottomed out. Perfect. For a moment neither of you moved. It felt like you were completing each other. Finally he slowly began to thrust.
Each time he hit your spot you felt tears well up in your eyes. Too much, too good. Him running his sharp canines over your skin pushed you over the edge again. He noticed and picked up his pace. Low grunts and growls escaped him. His teeth latched onto your shoulder. He bit down, not quite breaking skin but definitely leaving marks his thrusts became sloppy, his gaze unfocused.
Just when he was about to- you were pushed over the edge again. In your rush of pleasure your inside clamped down around him begging for his seed. And he'd deliver. Wonderful warmth filled you. Every crease and crevice. Still inside you the monstrous male collapsed on top of you.
The familiar sensation of his wonderfully soft fur brushing up against your skin. You felt him retreat from inside you. Still hot cum flowing out of your hole.
He rolled over to your side gazing at you. Despite yourself you now crept closer. He hummed approvingly taking you in his arms once more. You quickly drifted off still high on that pleasant feeling rushing through your entire body. He nuzzled his chin into the top of your head again making you smile in your sleep.
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Hello, I see your ask box open! Can I ask for the Yandere Alphabet for Pairo (from HunterxHunter), Natsume Soseki, Fukuzawa Yukichi, Mori Ogai (from Bungo Strays Dog), Eto Yoshimura and Nagachika Hideyoshi (from Tokyo Ghoul)?
I forgot to remind you of this so forgive me but I only accept 4 letters and 4 characters for my Yandere Alphabet. I already asked you regarding the letters but I forgot to add the characters so I just chose from here...
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Tw:Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, isolation, manipulation, gaslighting, sadism, torture
Yandere Alphabet
Hideyoshi Nagachika
Earnest-How intense and dangerous are they really?
🟡Hide is a rather carefree and jolly individual and not only for show. From the cast of Tokyo Ghoul he's probably one of the most harmless as he has neither some deep trauma nor is he really possessive, sadistic or manipulative. What would be the scariest thing about him is probably his determination. If Hide sets his mind to something you better bet your arse that he'll do everything to reach the goal in his mind. The relationship he desires is from the point that he realizes his obsession his one and only desire and he'll do everything to eventually achieve this. What's also remarkable to note is that Hideyoshi is in for the long game if needed. Underneath that outgoing personality is a very smart observer and thinker which might make it easy for you to overlook that Hide is more of a meticulous planner that he may let on.
Ideals-What do they have in mind for the future?
🟡Even with his long-term plans always in the back of his mind, Hide is more of a simple guy when it comes to the wishes for the future. He just wants to be happy with his darling and be with them until death tears the both of you apart. He doesn't put a lot of emphasis on marriage until the both of you are in your late twenties because he doesn't cave in easily to social pressure. If he can just see you laughing and smiling for the rest of your lives and know that he's the reason behind your happiness, he wouldn't ask for more. That is his goal from the very beginning and what is admirable is that it always stays his goal even with everything that happens to him throughout the years.
Mask-Do they change their behavior after falling in love with their darling? Do they act differently around them than around other people?
🟡He's not changing his attitude around you as soon as he comes to realize his own feelings. He's always been a ball of sunshine around you. What does change though is the frequency he ends up seeing you afterwards. He suddenly starts popping up around you a lot more than what you'd consider coincidence and he does so because he is aware of his own feelings now. Yet the happy grin he always offers you and he encourages you a lot. At the same time he becomes more observant though as he has a bit of an obsessive streak going on. He's going to get your phone number now and you better answer his calls and messages within a certain amount of times or he'll get worried. Hideyoshi takes the behavior he shows everyone but increases it overall when he's now around you.
🟡As already mentioned, Hide shows every person he meets the same carefree and happy attitude. So there isn't a very gravid difference in how he acts around others and how he acts around his darling. It's just that around his darling he's just a tad bit more of all the things he usually is already. Just a bit more happier around you. Just a bit more prone to worry for you than for others. Hideyoshi is awfully social so perhaps it's good that he is so open, eager and funny when he interacts with others and takes you out on dates. As his crush obsession you get the special treatment from him obviously. The thing is that it doesn't look that strange to others because his tendencies are just very subtle in comparison to his friend.
Voice-If their darling asks them for something, would they give it to them? How much do they do in general for them?
🟡Short answer would be yes. I see Hideyoshi as the guy who would in general do a lot for his darling. This includes spoiling them too because he has a case of lovesick infatuation at times. The poor guy has troubles saying no to his darling because puppy eyes and a bit of begging normally always manage to crack his weak determination to not give in to you so easily. Perhaps he has never really planned on ever denying you too much anyways. He's even putting in a lot of effort which brings us back to his previously mentioned determination. You want something? He'll make sure to get it for you and if he has to run through all of Tokyo to get you what you want. Just reward him with a smile and a kiss and all of it will be worth it.
🟡Honestly, Hideyoshi does a lot for his darling. Not only will he always do his best to get his hands on whatever they ask him to fetch for them, he also does a lot of other things. He's probably the guy who buys you once a week a bouquet of flowers and lots of other small stuff like keychains and snacks but he also is the one who plans a lot of dates. He's just bubbling over with cool ideas he wants the both of you to try. From a very unique café in this area of Tokyo to a special restaurant on the other side of Tokyo to visiting Tokyo Tower together, to what else he can find. You get the idea that he just loves going outside with his s/o a lot and do funny and cool activities with them. He's working hard to be able to afford all of the needed money to visit each and every place he has in mind too, all in hopes of giving you a good time and something to remember fondly later on.
Eto Yoshimura
Earnest-How intense and dangerous are they really?
🟩Eto is an 11 out of 10 if I'd have to give her a scale. Eto's darling is screwed because she's without a doubt one of the worst Yandere one could have. She's terribly sadistic, will definitely indulge in you every once in a while by biting you and taking bits of flesh from you and her sharp intuitions makes it very easy to torment you mentally and physically and she enjoys every second of it. Differently from people like Tsukiyama she never goes through an emotional change either as you're always perceived as a precious toy and plaything for her and she'll never stop seeing you as anything else. Eto has a hobby of playing mind games with you too which means that on certain days she might be a lot more nicer to you to lull you into a false sense of security only to crush you and torture you within the next minute. It messes with your mentality and she enjoys seeing you walking on eggshells around her, always paranoid when she'll snap again. Your fear is adorable~
Ideals-What do they have in mind for the future?
🟩You can't expect anything much from her as the future she envisions is pretty much everything she's doing with you already. You're an object and a possession so you'll be kept until she's either tired of you or you die. Honestly, Eto expects to grow tired of you but even after you've been severely broken by her games and torture, she still kind of wants to keep you around. It's utterly fascinating to her to feel that deeply for someone but she's keeping you all the more for that. She'll never let you go, she'll never let you die on her either. Your life is hers so she decides everything that's happening to you. Even when it's time for you to die and considering her twisted attachment, she doesn't plan to let you slip through her fingers anytime soon.
Mask-Do they change their behavior after falling in love with their darling? Do they act differently around them than around other people?
🟩I'd say the shift in personalities would be the most jarring if you're human and knew her in her human identity as Sen Takatsuki. As Sen she's clumsy and her mind is all over the place which makes her seem as a really forgetful individual. She'd use that to her advantage though, luring you to her under the mask of being a playful although ditzy person only to pull the rug from under your feet as soon as she has you where she wants to have you. Because that's when she exposes her true colours to you and she has to say, the look of shock, fear and betrayal doesn't disappoint her in the slightest bit. That makes it all the more interesting to watch your reactions when she suddenly switches back to acting like Sen around you, to crush your hope and your willpower like this over and over again.
🟩Under her human disguise she treats everyone the same who is unaware of her true identity. Even then her interest in you would spike though and she'd approach you with an almost cat-like curiosity. Behind the scenes she would already make sure to have other ghouls who she has manipulated to do her bidding follow you around and stalk you so that she can run into you more. Maybe the only advantage you have over other humans and even ghouls is that she would never mercilessly slaughter you. On the other hand, you're subjected to never-ending torture so perhaps you still have it worse. You're always going to be the one person she'd never get rid off as every other person is always someone she can and will slaughter if they would prove to be more useful dead than alive. That's a curse more than a blessing though as you're forever subjected to her twisted affection.
Voice-If their darling asks them for something, would they give it to them? How much do they do in general for them?
🟩Perhaps if you really beg for it, but even then there's no guarantee for her to do such a nice thing for you. You see, whilst you knew her as Sen small presents to court you weren't even that uncommon but it wasn't down out of chivalrous motives or even to fully capture your heart but merely to play with you to get you more comfortable around her. As Eto it isn't very likely for her to listen much to you at all. She does enjoy seeing you miserable and in agony so sometimes she might promise to consider a plead from you if you groval at her feet and beg enough. If you manage to amuse her enough, she might fulfill you a small request or two but it comes with the price of throwing away your pride and honor. Well, what can she say? Seeing you all pathetic and humiliated is such a cute sight to behold.
🟩To ensure that she can always enjoy seeing you put on such a miserable show of sobs and pleads in front of her, Eto can be exceptionally cruel. Normally you get the bare minimum to survive somewhat but it's never really enough to make you happy. Even bare necessities like water, food and even hygiene are kept low that it is never enough to fulfill you. If you want more, you always have to ask her for permission. Sometimes she's even cruel enough to deny you even that entirely unless you do exactly as she says. She's always exploring and using you for her own fun and your own thoughts and feelings are rarely considered.
Fukuzawa Yukichi
Earnest-How intense and dangerous are they really?
⚪I'd say that his darling is on a safer side because Fukuzawa actually acts like his age. He's fairly calm and composed and rarely someone who would let feelings interfere with his judgement. You're lucky to get a lucid man who is capable of feeling ashamed of his feelings. That aside though, the most problems this man will give you are all connected to his very protective tendencies. He's probably just a tiny bit paranoid because he's the president of the Armed Detective Agency but he won't interfere too much with your personal life unless something happens. The problem comes when something happens though because you'll quickly discover that he's not taking any risks when it comes to your safety. Suddenly the composed and calm man has this almost oppressing aura that makes him intimidating and leaves no room for arguments. Whilst I wouldn't label him as someone who would abuse his power, it's also worth mentioning that he can twist and bend the law a bit when he would deem it as necessary.
Ideals-What do they have in mind for the future?
⚪He has a very classic idea of the future when it comes to his s/o. A marriage is 100% included in there, a really traditional one at that. He'd wait a few years before proposing though in order to work as much initial arguments out as possible in order to settle down peacefully with his darling later on. He wouldn't wait as long as Kunikida would though because I do think he might feel a bit pressured since he's already in his forties and not the youngest anymore. Otherwise he wouldn't have too many demands for the future, he just wants to protect and cherish his darling as much as he can. He's satisfied with the simple things in life with his s/o.
Mask-Do they change their behavior after falling in love with their darling? Do they act differently around them than around other people?
⚪He's trying to hide his feelings after he has realized his obsession with you. The reason for that is his inevitable feeling of shame and guilt so he tries to treat you like he treats his co-workers. With respect and patience but his normally so impeccable composure just crumbles around you slowly but surely. His eyes always peek over to you when you're close to him, if you touch him in any way he tenses up ever so slightly and in the worst case you elicit the hint of a pink blush out of him. Ultimately he's trying but failing to hide his growing feelings for you. Eventually you find Fukuzawa actually being the one who goes out of his way to engage in interactions with you as he suddenly seems to want to socialize with you a lot more than what you would have expected from a normally more reserved man as him.
⚪The president of the Agency tries to keep it as subtle as possible but there's no denying it. If anyone would just observe him closely, they'd notice the differences before he decides to come as clean with his feelings as he is. One thing is the already mentioned awkwardness around you. He becomes more hyper-aware around you and more mindful of his words and actions, careful to keep his dignity intact in front of you. He doesn't want to embarrass himself even the slightest in front of you. Fukuzawa has also a staring problem around you and he doesn't even notice that until someone points it out to him. It isn't to the point where it's creepy but it's enough to be noticable for his subordinates. I do think in your presence he's trying to not come over as too stern and strict which is why people like Ranpo and Dazai often end up keeping you around if they want the president to not scold them in any way or form.
Voice-If their darling asks them for something, would they give it to them? How much do they do in general for them?
⚪I'd say that it depends on what you ask him. Whilst Fukuzawa is someone who will always listen to what his darling has to say and listen to their opinions unless he's really on the brink of an emotional breakdown, he isn't someone who coddles and spoils his s/o actively. He sees a relationship as something where both parts give and take equally in their own ways to show that they appreciate each other. Considering that your comfort is really important to him, especially if you'd ask him for something because otherwise you'd be uncomfortable would he be very quick to try to soothe your unease. Small favors such as buying groceries or fixing something that has broken are also always things you can ask him to do and be sure that he will do it for you within the same day.
⚪Fukuzawa always makes sure to do enough for you to let you know that he cherishes you and loves you. It isn't to the point where it would overwhelm you or where he would carelessly buy everything for you but it is enough to let you know everyday that he adores you. Yukichi just cares a lot for your safety and your comfort, especially since he is aware of the risks that you're in due to being his significant other. A lot of people hold a grudge against the ADA and would want to see their downfall and you'd be the easiest target for them since you're his lover, especially if you possess no special gift. He might also have days where he is very busy in the Agency when something is going on. He doesn't spend much time with you during such times and tries to make it up to you afterwards. He feels a bit guilty for ignoring you for a bit even when he knows that you're not angry with him. You know how hard he works for the safety of the city after all.
Mori Ougai
Earnest-How intense and dangerous are they really?
🍷I'd wager that you would not want to end up as Mori's darling. Looking on how he's an experienced and cruel mafioso who just happens to be the boss too, any chance of escaping are very little. Mori has connections and subordinates all over the city and isn't afraid to break the rules and the law if he needs to do so which implies that he might just wreck a bit of havoc if you should ever do something as stupid as trying to escape or hide from him. The possibilites don't even end there which is even more terrifying because just like Fyodor, Mori isn't worried about personally messing with your life so that you have no choice but to rely on him if you don't want to learn how to survive on the streets. Considering that he can act very sappy around his darling, you sometimes forget who you have in front of you and whilst Mori is a fan of a bit of spunk in his darling, if you underestimate him and act up a bit too much, you'll be very quickly reminded just how dangerous this man really is.
Ideals-What do they have in mind for the future?
🍷Oh~He just wants to keep you for the rest of his life with him. After all the mafioso adores you in a very twisted and sick way and could never imagine not having you always right by his side. And that is really all that he desires for the future. To always have his sweet and gorgeous doll by his side so he can coddle, spoil and dote on them all he wants. He doesn't need your consent for any of that and to your great annoyance you discover that he actually adores it when you act a bit more spicy. He enjoys if you have a bit of fire inside of you. He can act uncannily excited around you when he demands you to put on the pretty clothes he bought for you or simply has you on his laps and dotes on you. It's so creepy when he acts like this.
Mask-Do they change their behavior after falling in love with their darling? Do they act differently around them than around other people?
🍷If you meet him anywhere in public, it's very likely that you'll let yourself get fooled by his clumsy and worried exterior just like Atsushi. Who can blame you though, Mori is good in making himself appear like a goofy and sappy man when he's not currently acting as the boss of the Port Mafia. Yet even whilst he keeps you from being warily around him in his disguise, the difference in his behavior is still fairly obvious. Suddenly he is so clingy when he's with you and tries to delay your departure from him and Elise as much as possible, insisting that you accept the presents he buys you and begging you try on the clothes he bought you and wear them the next time you two meet. Even after the truth has been revealed, will he not stop acting like a clingy and sappy fool when with you. Now it's turned up to the point where it unsettles you and now you also know better than take him for a bit of a goofy idiot. You've seen what evilness hides under that pout.
🍷It's pretty obvious but you get the Elise treatment from him but just a bit more intense than that. Around everyone else who knows him Mori is always in his role as the boss of the Port Mafia but only around Elise and you, especially around you, does he relapse. As soon as you're around, he can never fully resist to falter and keep his hands to himself. He always wants to touch you in some way when you're around and always has to dote on you somehow when you're with him. It's not something Mori seems to be able to stop himself from doing so even under the eyes of other members of the Port Mafia will he act like a sappy idiot which probably disturbs some whilst it annoys others. He never loses his face though because everyone knows just what he's capable of.
Voice-If their darling asks them for something, would they give it to them? How much do they do in general for them?
🍷Just ask him for something and Mori will give you anything. He's showering you with everything one could ask for and even more. He's undeniably down bad for his darling and if they pout and beg a bit he literally can't stop himself. If you're acting all cute and mad when you want something, he's always cooing over you and your cuteness. It's a bit embarrassing and I'm sure Kouyou has scolded him quite a bit for his weak will when it comes to you. Sometimes Mori is being a bit mean though and denies you something you want on purpose for the sole reason for seeing you acting a bit mad and throwing a small tantrum. It's just adorable to watch you being upset and angry but don't worry, he'll stop teasing you soon and make it up to you. You can get anything from food to jewels to clothes from him as long as you know how to make his heart melt. Just don't expect him to ever give you your freedom back.
🍷You know what? You don't even have to ask him really for any material stuff because most of the time, if not even all of the time, Mori does this on his own free will. He buys you everyday something and most of the time those gifts of his are cute clothes with all sorts of ribbons and adornments on them. Your life is basically that of a human-sized doll as you often feel like he's playing dollhouse with you and Elise and he loves every second of it. When it comes to the question of Mori doing much for you, in a way he does much for you if you let his excessive spoiling count. Unfortunately he does this without you even wanting it as he ultimately just does it for his own pleasure.
#yandere tokyo ghoul#yandere hideyoshi#hideyoshi nagachika#yandere eto#yandere eto yoshimura#yandere bungo stray dogs#yandere bungou stray dogs#yandere fukuzawa#yandere fukuzawa yukichi#yandere mori#yandere mori ougai
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Hi there! first time resquest here. So I won't waste my shit! >:D
If it's not too much trouble, I could resquest:
Type: Headcanon (Romantic)
Reader: Female
Proctetive Promt:
1.- " i don't know how long i'll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i'll only stop with my final breath. "
2.-" who did this to you? where are they? "
Character: (TWST) Silver and Sebek
I hope that my request is not too long, in case it has complications you can discard it if you wish. But if not, take your time and no pressure 🌠🌌✍️ By the way, I love your TWST fanfics! They have a unique format and ideas! :D
Well, good day, bye 👋💐
Very interesting and fitting for both of them! It actually works to include both in the same scene as well! Thx for the request! And for the compliments omg
hope it was romantic enough for you???
Copied your request because the format is perfect
Twisted Wonderland
Type: Headcanon (Romantic)
Reader: Female
Proctetive Promt:
1.- " i don't know how long i'll be able to protect you for, but i guarantee you, i'll only stop with my final breath. "
2.-" who did this to you? where are they? "
Character: (TWST) Silver and Sebek
TW: Hardcore bullying mentioned only (due to reader being magicless and a girl), injury and blood caused by others to you, reader belittles herself, crying, tattletale Sebek, knight Silver
Your damn gut feeling was right.
There was something exciting about going on this trip - even as Vargas proclaimed it as a 'survival of the fittest' test to see how witted his students are 24/7.
The forest can be quite beautiful on Twisted Wonderland - the lakes, the meadows, the caves.
You'd be here with friends and classmates even if that familiar trio of bullies were also coming and kept giving you a queasy feeling.
You'd brush it off for once and enjoy yourself.
You were so stupid to do so.
The three students are ruthless - kept on jabbing and pushing your buttons as a 'magicless' student, a 'failure'. Like a glitch in the system; because what was a magicless student doing here in NRC?
And it didn't help you were the only girl here in this all-boys-academy.
Pulling on your hair, making stupid remarks, pervertedly flicking up your skirt.
You aren't meant to be here.
There you are, crying in a ball as blood pours out from somewhere on your foot. It's hard to see where exactly in this dark cave.
You tried to be optimistic - you've been through worse but no matter where you twisted and turned you couldn't find the exit. And soon you gave in to this pain in your chest, the tightness in your throat and the pain in your foot as you sobbed alone in the dark.
If only you had magic and could easily find a way to get out of here. This could only happen to you.
Your sob halted in your throat as you heard a rumbling. Small rocks would fall before dim light entered your vision. Wiping your tears you hear fast footsteps until familiar silver entered your blurry vision.
"There you are! What happened?!" You swallowed as he approached. Silver's lavender eyes were wide and his entire demeanor more tense than usual - the complete opposite when he openly yawned next to you in the camp, feeling unusually safe in the forest.
He was quickly close beside you, his eyes scanning you up and down. You just tried to quickly wipe your tears as he asked question upon question.
The numerous attempts to joke at this situation fell flat - you cannot brush off the blood pooling out of your skin. In fact, Silver cursed and quickly tended to your foot. Asking you how this could have happened and why you are alone here anyways as he also instructs you to lift your leg.
"Oh," You choke out but try to sell it out as laughter, "Funny that you ask. I wasn't looking where I was going and..." You keep on faking giggles as your story became more and more unstable and Silver's piercing glare made your made-up alibi crumble.
"(Name). I am serious. What happened, why are you injured and all alone here? You can tell me." Though his lips did not even rose upwards, his eyes softened and your guard fell. The laughter came out in chokes as you let the tears fall. "Silver-senpai...I think I should just go home."
He startles as he watches you cry. He may not be the most observing, even as he tries to stay awake all the time, but he believes he has never seen you so dejected before. He listens with wide eyes as you belittle yourself, believe that you shouldn't be here and that is best if you go back to NRC early.
"I mean look at me...I couldn't do anything to get out of here...if it weren't for you, I'd cry till dawn and no one would notice a thing. The guys were right...you even helping me isn't something I deserve...!"
You hide your tear-stained face, mumbling incoherrently but Silver was able to catch one thing. He leans closer.
"Someone did this to you, right? Someone threw you in here and you got hurt..."
He cursed inwardly. He just recently noticed you were missing and made a mad-dash towards where you were last seen...but even before that he didn't even catch you being tormented in the group. Silver just easily let himself doze off, feeling safe in the forest.
But you didn't. And he didn't notice the fact that you needed help and he could've done something to protect you.
"I don't know how long I can still take this...I'm not made for this trip, not for NRC. I'll just go home." You managed to silence your whimpers and wiped your tears. Your claim made something inside Silver stir.
You startled as Silver suddenly but elegantly knelt in front of you, bowed his head and pressed his hand on his chest. "Forgive this pathetic knight," He let out sternly with closed eyes, "I don't know how long I'll be able to protect you for, but I guarantee you, I'll only stop with my final breath."
Letting out puzzled noises at his sudden and stiff behavior as he adjusted your foot one last time before bringing one arm each under your back and knees. "S-Silv - Wha...???" You yelp as he hoists you up and carries you like a princess.
He walks out from where he came from. "I've trained for this my whole life but I still failed. I'll protect you until this trip is over, I promise you, (Name). You deserve it, milady."
Okay, now he is going too far with his knightly-duty talk.
Just as you were approaching the outside light, another silhouette came rushing from the side and almost colliding with the wall next to them. With a swift swing, it seemed to be Sebek, panting, glaring and dirty all over.
"SILVEEEERRRR!" He almost stumbled forwars but stopped himself right before bumping ino the two of you. "THE HUMAN IS NOT IN THE-!!!"
He gasped OUTLOUD when he saw you. Finally!
"(NAME)! THERE YOU ARE-"
Again, he stops himself. The big grin on his face disappeared as his face slowly shifted into one of calm rage.
"Who did this to you? And where are they?"
Sebek was eerily calm as he helped you wipe a few tears away. While you tried to explain yourself, his eyes scanned your torn clothes, the filth all over you and your bandaged foot.
"...It's...it's not much, I was careless and..."
"Stop spouting nonsense. I saw those humans, the trio of evil. Just as I was about to go to Vargas, you vanished..."
"YOU SHOULD'VE SAID SOMETHING, HUMAN GIRL! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO HELP WHEN YOU CANNOT EVEN TELL ME THE EASIEST AND SMALLEST THING?!"
"Sebek. That's not what she needs to hear right now."
OH YEAH?! WHY ARE YOU HOLDING HER UP LIKE A PRINCESS ANYWAY, WE MUST HURRY BACK AND PERFORM J U S T I C E."
You try to stop them but Sebek is adamant on tattleing telling everything to Vargas - and then speaking to the bullies himself.
How dare they do that to you?! Magicless being just trying to do her best! You're bleeding and they are the cause for it.
Silver on the other hand is focused on bringing you to a safe place and guarding you like the knight he promised to be for you - without daring to fall asleep once.
Silver kept on tending to your wound and accompanying you wherever you went, carrying when he deemed it necessary which was all the time.
He'd ask his animal friends to just...prickle him awake whenever he is close to dozing off. Not on duty!
He cannot let go of the 'milady' talk. It was like your words were a spell and the moment they left your lips, he has been in knight mode ever since. It's like a sixth sense. Other students look at you weird but he doesn't care.
Sebek is MARCHING over to Vargas, pointing to the bullies and the contemptuous things they've done. He will gladly take them on via court system style, justice will prevail!
After that he will sure yell their ears off on how disgusting they are and alllll the other thoughts and opinions he has of them. Will surely bring in you into the conversation a lot and how you felt, kind of indirectly letting everyone know of his feelings for you.
"THIS HUMAN GIRL MAY BE MAGICLESS, CARELESS, AND HANGS WAY TOO MUCH OUT WITH WAKA-SAMA BUT SHE TRIES HER BEST AND IS MUCH MORE WONDERFUL THAN ANY OF YOU; THAN ANYONE WHO IS ATTENDING THIS TRIP! - E-EXCEPT W-WAKA-SAMA, OF COURSE...!"
Nice save, Sebek.
Will hover over you like a protective mother hen. Makes sure you rest well, eat and drink enough. Will often fight with Silver during the trip on what is considered 'good enough' for you.
Sebek will start screaming and Silver tries to calm him down, his yelling is stressing you and you've been through enough.
The rest of the trip is just having these two protectively glued to you.
EDIT: I JUST HAD AN IDEA AT WORK
When you explain yourself why you are belittling yourself, Silver will softly but sternly tell you that it's not true. Will give objective truths and past actions of yours to prove that you are worthy of being here. And...that you are liked very much.
When you say these things while he carries you, he will press your head to his chest as he proves you wrong. His voice is soft and his breath fawns on the crown of your head.
When you say these things while just sitting there and him listening he might take your hand, 'milady' and absent-mindedly is about to kiss it - before Sebek slaps it away and reminds him that he may be awake but is sure daydreaming to go that far!
Slightly jealous but also just doesn't want Silver to go beyond boundaries.
Sebek on the other hand has a hard time not yelling at you while telling you you're wrong. His face gets sweaty and progressively more red as he tries to keep his feelings subtle and not tell you too much of what he thinks of you. It's almost impossible though.
Unlike Silver, Sebek proves you wrong by telling you how he sees you. What are you talking about?! For a magicless girl you are hardworking! Studious👏! Helpful👏! WONDERUL👏! NICE TO YOUR PEERS👏! VERY PRETTY- augh, he said too much.
Inhales very sharply when telling you - as if it were a government secret.
#request#twst#twisted wonderland#silver twisted wonderland#silver vanrouge#silver twst#sebek twisted wonderland#twst sebek#sebek zigvolt#twst x reader#f!mc#twst headcanons#twst silver x reader#twst sebek x reader#female reader#had a good idea i think#i liked making this#ngl headcanons is soooo much easier to do#even though this is not that different from writing a normal scene
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Lance has a very embarrassing secret.
See, everyone thinks that if Lance went back in time and told his preteen self that he is completely and irrevocably in love with one Keith Kogane, Preteen Lance would be horrified. The truth is that Lance has had a big, fat, humiliating crush on Keith since they accidentally bumped into each other during the new student orientation day at the Garrison when they were eleven years old.
Lance has been gone on Keith’s ass for nine goddamned years. Seriously.
The whole thing is just humiliating. Not even Hunk knows. The only person who knows is Keith himself, and he knows because he is unfortunately very charming and Lance is very bad and keeping secrets from pretty people. (Also, somehow Keith suspected the horrible secret even though Lance is very subtle, and one day decided he was going to make Lance admit it and kissed it out of him. Lance is a little annoyed he caved so easily, but he would honestly challenge anyone to be pressed against a door and kissed so hard it’s almost bruising by Keith ‘Walking Sex Machine’ Kogane and not spill every single one of your life secrets. Keith is a very convincing individual, who is well aware of his pretty privilege and his no qualms against using it.)
“I love you and all your embarassing secrets,” Keith promises. Lance scowls, burrowing further into Keith’s chest and hiking their fluffy space blanket above his head.
“Shuddup.”
Keith’s chest shakes as he chuckles, and Lance pretends the sound doesn’t make him smile. It’s useless, because Keith knows him better than anyone, but whatever. He feels a pressure on his head as Keith presses a kiss there through the blanket, then wraps both arms — big, strong arms, that Lance admittedly gets distracted by often — around him and rolls them over so they’re both laying on their sides. He then gently tugs down Lance’s blanket burrow, so his face is visible.
“Is it really so bad that you’ve loved me for so long?”
“It’s not that,” Lance huffs, eyes crossing as he tries to look Keith in the face (they’re very close). “It’s the fact that I did the whole rivalry thing because I was too embarrassed to talk to you. That’s the horrible part.”
Keith laughs again, shifting down the kiss him properly. Lance allows it, even though he’s pretending to be grumpy, because he likes Keith kisses. They’re the best kind.
“I’ve got nothing for you there. That is embarrassing,” Keith says between kisses. He never goes far, which Lance appreciates and also knows it’s because Lance has him koalaed a little. Lance hums and decides he is done talking, wiggling closer into Keith’s space (so close there is no space where they aren’t touching, no space where they aren’t pressed close close closely together). He presses one more kiss to Keith’s mouth before sighing and resting his head back on top of Keith’s heart.
“I love you more than anything,” he whispers, because he does. He presses yet another kiss to Keith’s chest, because he’s sappy and because he can.
“You are the best thing that has every happened to me,” Keith responds, just as quiet. He runs his hands through Lance’s hair, scratching gently every fourth or so pass.
Lance smiles. Maybe his secret really isn’t so embarrassing, after all.
#sappy klance!!! by request and because i didn’t finish my slowburn today >:(#vld#voltron#lance#lance mcclain#i haven’t written lance pov in a goddamn minute huh#keith#keith kogane#klance#established klance#klance cuddles#lance is embarrassing <3#pining lance#not currently but at one point#tall keith#buff keith#hehe#domestic klance#my writing#fic fragment
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