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skyebounded · 8 months

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Better Unspoken

Masterlist .Harry Potter Universe Masterlist.

premise: Theo isn't sure how much more he can take without telling you what you mean to him.

pairing: Theodore Nott x Fem!Reader

warnings: angst, swearing... My type of Love Confession!!!

wc: 2.8K

a/n: I'm sorry. <3

His strides seemed to slow, the once steady pace that you had set, had fallen short. You were leading, blissfully unaware of the lack of companionship by your side in the moment. Theo had fallen victim to the very thoughts that plagued him, letting them dictate his every move as he watched you trudge forward, back up to the castle doors, happily. He watched as you laughed to yourself at the conversation you were seemingly having with him. He watched the snow fall onto your cheeks, instantly melting at your touch, or the way it coated your beanie and coat. He was mesmerised by you, every little thing that you did, he was mesmerised. You had been with one of his closest friends for some time now, and yet he couldn't seem to be happy for you, for Enzo, and it was simple really, he couldn’t because it wasn't him that you were happy with.

“Crazy, righ- Theo?” You turned around, stopping in your tracks to face him. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets and his body ridgid. “Are you okay?” You spoke so softly, your words so caring and delicate as you approached him. Theo made no move, no gesture towards you, it was only a numb look. His gaze fell to the imprinted snow beneath your feet, studying it as if it had the answer to his questions. It had been eating him alive. This past year tearing him apart little by little, and he wasn't sure that he could keep it to himself any longer. He felt as though he had to tell you, no matter the consequences, he just had to. Your voice, softly calling his name again, had him looking back up at you, his eyes soft and sorrowful, and it scared you. He took a step forward, leaning his head down slightly before he opened his mouth, taking a deep breath.

“I have to tell you something, and I….” He was struggling to find the words, glancing around like he was waiting for someone to help him out.

“What is it, Theo? Can it wait till we get to the cast-” you start, before he cuts you off, taking another step towards you in desperation.

“y/n….please just listen to me…”

“Oka-what do you mea-” you started, a hint of panic in your tone. His suddenty was making you nervous, that is until realisation hit you. Standing there, staring up at him, the crazed look in his eyes, and you knew. Knew what he meant, what he wanted to say. You could see what was hiding behind that look, the soft yearning, and need for understanding, the pleading, far before it had even begun. There was no coming back from what he was about to say, nothing that could be done to stop it, but you had to try. You shook your head, your breath hitching the moment he took another step forward, mere inches from where you stood. You held your breath, staring at him, nearly frozen out of fear.

“Theo, please. Don't do this, please don't do this-” It was barely a whisper that left you, and he heard it, you knew he had, but it didn’t stop him. He moved forward, frantically reaching out for you as if he would never get the chance to touch you again, as his hands met your arms, grabbing them as he lowered himself just enough to be level to you.

“I have too, I have to tell you how I fee-” He started. You could hear the urgency dripping off of each word, the way he seemed to speak as if he was fearful that he would never get his chance to say it again. His eyes darted between your own, a glass like glaze over the soft shade of blue, as he searched for some type of understanding behind them.

“No Theo, no you don’ t, you don-” It was almost a whine, an involuntary beg on your part, as you pulled from his grasp, and yet made no movement to get away from him.

“Y/n, please, you have to understand, I can’t help it, i can’t just stop it, you know that, you know I can’t-”

“Theo think! Please! Think about Enzo..” you tried, tried to make him think about his lifelong friend, the one that stood between the pair of you and everything that Theo wanted. “He is your best friend, your best friend! Please, please think about that before you say what you are about to say. Theo pleas-”

“I know, I know he is, trust me I know-” there it was again, the shaky breath, the soft tones of imploration.

“Enzo, Theo-” you pleaded, forcing back tears that were on the cusp of escaping.

“And I know that! I know that y/n, and I love him like a brother I promise you I do, but I can’t just sit by. I can’t! Not without telling you how I feel, y/n please-” he implored, his hands coming up to reach for you again, only to fall flat by his side when you shy away from him. He hated this, seeing the way you were fighting him, the way you were pleading with him to stop, but he couldn’t let you. Perhaps it came down to some diluted fantasy, one where you would allow him to tell you how he felt, one where you would see what he meant, see his desperation and the desire for you, that you would have some type of understanding and would chose him, and sure he knew that wasn't going to be the case, but he had to hope.

“Theo…” you mutter, your heart breaking for him, for the wounded way he was looking at you, for the way his hands were nearly clasped together as if he were in prayer begging for forgiveness. “Theo ple-”

“Y/n I am in love with you, and I can't just make it go away…I can’t-I can’t, and I can’t by any means keep it to myself..not anymore, y/n. Not when it is killing me little by little..” he couldn’t seem to stop himself as he spoke. His voice hoarse and broken as the confession that he had been holding in for only merlin knows how long now, was pouring from him as if he had no control over it anymore in floods of pathetic desperation. Perhaps he didn’t have any control. Perhaps the lie that he had been living was tearing him apart piece by piece, and the only way to soothe it was to get it out to you, to explain and pray that you could understand, no matter the repercussions it was sure to have. It had begun to take its toll on him, watching you with Enzo, pretending that he was nothing but happy for the pair of you. It consumed him, driving him to mere madness and this felt like the only way to solve it, and he hated it. He hated himself for it, for thinking that it was okay, that maybe there was a chance he could steal you for himself, a chance that you would want him just as much as he wanted you. He hated himself for doing this behind his best friends back without so much as a care. It was so unbelievable selfish and he knew that, but he didn’t care, he couldn’t care not when he had spent all this time loving you, watching you, needing you. He knew what this could mean for his relationships with not only you, but Enzo too, and he was willing to throw it all away for that small sliver of hope that you would return his feelings.

Theo took a deep shaky breath, trying his hardest to read your thoughts, to see if he could understand even the slightest bit of what you were feeling towards him, but the moment your lips parted, he panicked, fear consuming him. He couldn’t let you speak out towards his admission, he couldn’t let you stop him.

Your hand reached up to silence him, to cover his mouth and cease the flow of the poison he was trying to spew, but it was of no use, he was faster. He reached out grabbing ahold of your hands, soothingly running his thumbs gently over the tops of them, appalled at how cold your touch was. Your hands were frozen, you were cold, and here he was, selfishly keeping you outside the castle walls, simply for his own greed. He couldn’t feel nature's effect, not anymore, not while fuelled with pure adrenaline, but you, a poor innocent bystander in this, could. He clamped your hands together, hoping that covered by his, could find some warmth in them.

“Y/n…I can’t…I can’t go on like this, knowing that I feel this way.” He was breaking, and you could see it. He needed you to feel something other than an undeniable no. He needed reassurance that this, what he was confessing wasn’t for nothing, but you couldn’t give him that, not now. You wanted to reach out for him, to offer him some type of comfort no matter how small, but what would that fix? Nothing, and though you hated to admit it, you were afraid that it might not only give him some senses of hope, but also that it would do nothing more than confuse not only him, but you. You loved Theo, you always had, and perhaps not in the way that he did for you, or at least never to the degree that he was experiencing. There was a small sliver of you that once wanted him the way he wanted you now, and that small sliver was begging you on its own to let him continue to pour his heart out. But you loved Enzo, and you had for some time now. You loved him and who you were with him, and nothing was worth risking that over. All you could do was to shake your head, soft desperate ‘no’s escaping you, praying, no, pleading that he would stop, that he would give up, because it wasn’t fair, none of it was. You sunk your teeth, feebly into your quivering bottom lip, slowly shaking your head, your eyes flooded with unreleased tears. You weren’t breathing, holding onto that breath like a tether, as you waited.

“I have to make you understand…I can’t spend another moment listening to the stories of you and Enzo, knowing that it should be by your side, that it should be me taking care of you, making you smile and laugh, making you happy every waking chance that I can… I can’t take more of pretending that it doesn't hurt me, or that I’m okay when I'm really not. Y/n, please, I am begging you…make it stop, please for me…. Tell me you- tell me you love me or- no, just tell me you love m-….” he couldn’t finish his sentence, the words caught in the back of his throat as he looked down at you with those soft pleading eyes, that glass-like look to his eyes now one filled with tears of his own, but the tears that were beginning to fall from your eyes held him captive, they silenced him.

He could feel his world shattering before him as he looked at you, could feel you pulling away in ways that he knew he couldn’t follow, couldn’t pull you back from. He had single handedly ruined the only thing in his life that had any meaning to him whatsoever. You were slipping from him, and knew that no matter what he did, there was no going back. Nothing was going to fix this, it had been ruined beyond repair, and it was killing him. He couldn’t stand to see that pitiful look reflected on your face, the one that confirmed everything he was thinking, the one that caused him to stop breathing in a moment of lasting heartbreak, the one that filled him with horror. It was over, he was certain of it. He couldn’t be your friend, not after what he had just told you, not when he knew that you would go back and tell Enzo, not when he knew you hated him, and that he was sure of.

It wasn’t the truth though, you didn’t hate him, you weren’t even sure that that was something that you were capable of even doing when it came to Theo, but you couldn’t lie, you hated what he had done. You hated it because it meant that no matter what he or you wanted, things were no longer going to be the same. You couldn’t give him what he needed, craved, and you hated that. Theo deserved the world, but a world that you couldn’t offer him. The tears were rolling freely from your eyes now, staining your blushed stained cheeks. All semblances of the cold were lost on you, you felt nothing but numb, and remorseful, even a little bit angry. He had ruined something that was so utterly good, and thought you were angry at him for that, you couldn’t really blame him. You felt as though your heart had sunk like a bag of stones into your gut, weighing heavy as you fought the urge to keep your gaze on him. It was over, and you didn’t know what to say. You wanted to lash out on him, shove him back and tell him to say it was all a cruel joke, because maybe then you could forgive him, forget it, but you knew that no matter how much you wanted that, it wouldn’t be the truth. He had said his piece, and what was done was done.

“That's-that's not fair.” you cried, holding onto your composure with a literal thread. You pulled your hands from him, using your index finger to shove it into his hard chest. “That is not fucking fair! That's bullshit, Theo!” you couldn’t hold back the tears, the aggression, the ache in your chest, and you wanted him to know. He groaned, exhaling that single breath that he was clinging too, as you repeatedly jabbed your finger into his chest.

“You don’t! You don’t get to ask that of me! You dont get to say that, not now, not fucking now! You- you don't-..” you argued through clenched teeth, but your voice trailed off. It was as if you were at a loss for the right words. Nothing that you were going to say would really express how you felt, how torn you were, nor were they going to repair any of it. He took a step towards you, ready to reach for you, and you shuffled back, nearly tripping over your own blasted feet. “No. no you’re mean, and you're selfish…” you blurted. tears rolling down your face, your breathing coming out in jagged spurts.

Merlin, he would do anything to go back and hold onto what he had said, to pretend like he wasn’t being destroyed by his feelings for you. Back to pretending that whenever he heard the latest of your relationship with his best friend, it didn't wound him more than any physical ailment he could ever experience. Anything to see you smile, and drone on about this and that, rather than to have your cold, accusatory finger being shoved into his heart. Quite literally anything and he would do it, no matter the costs. That's when it hit him. Shoving his hand into the depths of his coat pocket, his fingers carefully wrapped around his wand, looking at you with such a shattering look of sorrow. He was sorry, so unbelievably sorry. Sorry he hurt you, sorry that it confused you, sorry that he ruined his relationship with you, and even more so, sorry that he had told you.

“I’m so sorry..” was all he could offer in respite.

You huffed, brushing him off as you staggered back, as he repeated soft ‘i’m sorry’s. You sighed, fighting ever urge to tell him to fuck off.

“Fuck you, Theo..” you sighed, turning your back to him for a brief moment, wiping the tears from your eyes with your sleeve, trying desperately to get them to stop.

“Obliviate,” he muttered, and you didn't even have the time to react, to turn around and deflect, before a soft haze set over you. He watched as the silver glow at the end of his wand faded, before slowly lowering it to his side. He wasn’t sure that he could do this again, to be your friend after what he had done. Being so close to you, but not being able to have you, or to tell you what you meant to him, because after all was said and done, you weren’t his, you never were, and he knew now, that you never would be.

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bellewintersroe · 3 months

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Jenson Button Smut ~ mile-high club

jenson and unnamed fem character get it on thousands of miles in the air- except they’re not alone on their trip…

smut x reader 18+ - oral, semi-public sex, penetrative sex, established relationship.

Jenson’s jaw tightened as his eyes darted frantically around the cabin of the darkened private jet. At first it was just him and her, the two of them having the whole cabin to themselves. Then it was another one, two, three, four people that joined on their flight to Mexico where they’d celebrate some time off together. Jenson didn’t have it in him to deny them the transport- but he was wishing he had now.

Her mouth was wrapped around his hardened cock, stiff and rigid in between her glossy lips that drooled down his member. The only thing hiding this was the seats in front of them and the blanket covering Jenson’s lap and therefore her bobbing head. He felt the swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock before she pushed down, all the way down, reaching as far as the base of his cock.

Jenson squirmed, sweating hand gripping the armrest tighter as the other snagged at the blanket she hid under. It was erotic to say the least. He felt her gag and choke around his cock, he looked down, seeing the slight movement and only imagining how fucking sexy she looked spluttering around his dick. Jenson could’ve easily pulled back the covers, but he didn’t want to risk exposing her in case the others woke up. They strategically picked the seats at the back of the plane, with nobody sat beside them to ogle on them. But still, plenty of people still slept or at least rested, nose deep into their books, blissfully unaware of what was occurring only meters away.

With another gag came more movement and she began bobbing her head much faster, only imagining how good he was looking from above her. Jenson couldn’t control his jaw falling slack, he momentarily let his eyes fall shut and head fall back, a hand resting gently where her head was to guide the movements further. She was sucking the living shit out of him, and only when Jenson heard a noise up front did he snap out of his daze. “Fuck.” He swallowed under his breath, shifting subtly so he could grind himself deeper inside her. She felt his hand press on the back of her head, stuffing her down and holding her there against the base of his cock as he attempted to thrust quietly into her mouth. The sounds of her small mouth being fucked were slightly concealed by the high pressure of the plane and the blanket, but loud enough so Jenson could enjoy them.

Growing confident, her hand slipped down over the edge where his joggers were pulled down to, attempting to sneak a finger between his legs, down, down, down to a forbidden area he and her had only explored in the confinements of their home.

Jenson made a slight noise of discontent, pulling her off as she sat up besides him, hair dishevelled and mascara ever so slightly running. Jenson ran a thumb under her lips, catching the fallen spit before looking down to his cock with a pant. Her lipgloss left a glossy sheen over his cock and smudged on his shaven pubic bone. Jenson thought it was the hottest thing ever, his thumb continuing to smear her lip makeup further.

“Please fuck me.” She hushed into his ear, placing the blanket back over Jenson’s lap to protect his modesty. She was fully dressed, Jenson didn’t like that, her lips kissed at his jaw tenderly. He stuffed one hand under the blanket, fisting ever so gently at his cock as he almost became speechless at how dirty the moment was.

He let out a shaky breath, stuffing his hands down her shorts for a second time in the journey, pushing a finger in her with ease as she sat open legged on the seat. Fuck. She looked so hot, Jenson couldn’t contain it, he had to pull his hand away from himself or he’d bust too soon. She watched, head lolling back and lips parted as he looked over her, mesmerised by the beauty of his girlfriend. With his other hand free, he turned her cheek to face him, eloping in the deepest kiss he could muster, tongues swirling as they made out relentlessly in the chairs. “Can you be quiet?” Jenson asked, pushing his finger deeper inside her again. She gasped. “Yes.”

“C’mon then.” He nodded, indicating her to climb on top. He knew it was risky, but the smirk on her face indicated she didn’t care. Without even glancing around, she looked nowhere put him and pulled her shorts fully off, sliding down onto his large member. Jenson felt his mind go foggy as he felt the stretch of her wet cunt. No matter how many times he stretched her out she was still just as tight as the time before. Both their jaws fell slack, Jenson had to tense his jaw to avoid letting out a groan. When it was the two of them he wasn’t a man to stay quiet, but right now the thought of anybody finding her like this was worrying. Jenson wanted her all to himself, he wanted to preserve her modesty, protect her, she was his little dirty secret like this.

She bounced away, hair swinging in the loose ponytail she’d tied it back in, her hands gripping into his shoulders. Her eyes were focused on his, red in the face with brows furrowed. She knew he looked like he wouldn’t last long. Hendon’s eyes darted frantically behind her, slipping a hand over her smaller back as he lifted her up in the seat slightly. She didn’t stop moving, she was grinding against him, milking every inch of his cock as she felt the press of him deep inside her. Settled that nobody was paying attention, Jenson’s attention was back on her, pulling her in for a deep kiss to which he moaned against her lips, fucking his hips up inside her.

“People are gonna hear…” she giggled into his ear, leaving a nibble on his lobe as he couldn’t stop the thrusts he pushed inside of her. Jenson didn’t reply, he couldn’t, he panted into the front of her neck, hand finding her mouth as he attempted to move faster. The chair squeaked with each movement and they had to give that up quicker than it started. Jenson was never a man for sloppy quickies, he preferred taking his time, but fuck- with her he was at it like a rabbit. His head turned to the bathroom and he tapped at her thigh. “In the bathroom. C’mon.” The minute the door closed Jenson had her bent over the toilet, fighting against the gasps and moans that she desperatly wanted to release. His hips were pushing into her ass, squeezing and grabbing with each time the flesh would bounce.

“Fuck me, Jenson.” She whined, a borderline cry from below him. “Oh god.” He groaned, head falling back as he felt a familiar warmth fill his stomach. No. No. Too soon, he’d barely been inside her, he couldn’t cum yet. Instead, he fell to his knees, panting heavily and manhandling her into the position he wanted before pushing his face up to her core. His cock was throbbing, on the verge of release, if he touched himself he’d explode, and just the thought of tasting her like this drove him crazy. His mouth shoved deeper into her, tongue licking her clean, her clit, her hole, he ate her like he’d been starved. Fuck she tastes so good, the small sounds she was eliciting indicated he was doing a good job, and just with a little more she’d be- “right there! Fuck, right there!” Her volume increased, chest heaving as he desperatly pushed a finger inside of her. He didn’t care about them being loud, he seemed to forget that the bathroom on this thing wasn't sound proof real quick.

“Jenson! Jenson!” She gasped at his name, he wanted to smirk, proud he’d pushed her to this as he flicked at her clit, finger causing the sound of her wetness to echo in the small room they were in. “Yeah? Who’s making you feel this good, baby?” His confidence grew as she choked out, legs quivering. “You are!” The girl cried out with a prolonged moan, the sound of Jenson’s fingers squelching becoming louder and louder, his pace quickening as her whimpers turned into outright moans, somewhat concealed with the bite of her thumb in her mouth.

“Please! Please!” She borderline screeched, feeling the core tighten so hard she was shaking all over, crying out each time she’d exhale. “C’mon then. Cum for me baby, fuck, fuck. That’s it.” Jenson praised, the vibrations of his voice against her clit sending her over the edge as her juicer began squirting out of her, her orgasm taking over so much she couldn’t even push him out of the way in time.

Watching her orgasm was quite literally the hottest thing Jenson had ever seen, he wiped the back of his mouth clean, licking his lips and gaining once last taste of her before his fingers were replaced with the push of his cock once again. Through her orgasm, Jenson fucked her, she was feeling so much pleasure her eyes rolled back from overstimulation. His pants became heavy and louder, frantic as he fucked into her, repeating how “so fucking good” she was with each slap of his hips against her legs. Her legs grew weak, Jenson was the only thing supporting her now and as he reached his orgasm, he came crashing down on top of her with a satisfied groan, pumping his cum deep inside her.

“You’re so fucking good.” She cooed with a sigh, eyes closing as her forehead was pressed to the wall, chest rising and falling heavily. Jenson cursed behind her, coming around from his hot pleasure, letting out another manly moan with a trail of kisses left along her spine. Their bodies were flushed and hot to the touch, Jenson could’ve stayed there all day. “Babe.” She laughed, feeling him hugging her closer to him as he rolled his hips gently, milking the last of their pleasure. “Mmmh?” Jenson could barely respond, feeling lightheaded.

“You think anybody heard us?” She whispered. “No.” Jenson dumbly spoke. Little did they know on the outside of the door mouths were hung open, mortified from the sounds coming within the aeroplane bathroom…

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the-modern-typewriter · 9 months

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Hi! Absolutely love your writing :) Would you be willing to do a enemies to lovers but with hero x villain? Maybe with like a controlling villain and the hero secretly likes it but is defiant externally? Sorry idk if that made sense lol

Thank you in advance though if you're able to!

"You can't just keep crashing my dates."

The villain glanced over their shoulder, raising an eyebrow in a mimicry of an emotion that didn't quite reach their eyes. "No?"

"No." The hero stalked closer, stopping in front of the villain, in time for them to turn. "I'm not yours."

"No?"

"No!" The hero's heart gave a little skip, at the possibility that the villain would then look at them and then say (in a growl, or devastatingly matter-of-fact, or in a teasing purr) 'yes, you are' or 'you're most certainly mine'. The villain had done it before.

The villain tilted their head, offering the hero one of the two glasses of wine they had just poured.

The hero took it, anticipating.

The villain didn't say anything, simply watching them as they took a steady sip.

The hero's face burned but they refused, stubbornly, to look away.

The villain set their glass down on the counter behind them. No rush.

The hero imagined the villain grabbing them, kissing them, as they had done before too. Twirling them, glass flying and wine sloshing, and pressing them up against the nearest flat surface. They would change every no to yes and please and more.

They both knew the routine, the dance of it. It didn't need saying.

"Your dates look increasingly like me," the villain murmured. "Have you noticed?" Their hands stayed, agonisingly, at their sides, as they leaned lazy against the counter.

The hero blinked, not expecting the comment. They took a sip of the wine instead of replying, hoping that perhaps an equally steady silence might come across as cool and mysterious instead of flabbergasted.

The villain smiled. "Say please."

"W-what?"

"Say please if you want me to screw your pretty brains out until you can't think straight."

The hero spluttered. "That's not - I'm not - that's not why I'm here." They undoubtedly would say please, but it had never been so close to the start, so when there wasn't any excuse they could possibly give for the desperate needing of it.

"No?"

"No." The hero swallowed.

"So you don't go on your little dates just to wind me up?" The villain finally straightened, taking a step closer.

The hero stepped back, but didn't run, didn't want to. Mesmerised. Their mouth felt very dry. "No." Such a lie.

The villain's smile grew. "You don't secretly wish I'd kiss you, claim you, in front of all of them?"

"No." The hero jutted their chin up. "I'm not a thing to be claimed."

The villain advanced; the hero back-tracked.

"You don't," the villain continued, a honeyed murmur, "say no, because you love all the ways I can persuade you. Because then you can pretend you don't want this. Because you like watching me take control of you."

The hero's back hit the wall. Miraculously, the wine didn't spill, still clutched uselessly in one hand.

"No."

"Mm." The villain set their palms on either side of the hero's shoulders, and the hero felt the very air between them might start vibrating with the urge to close the gap. "Perhaps I'll never crash one of your dates again then."

The thought was unbearable. The villain was bluffing, right? They had to be bluffing.

The hero wet their lips. The villain's gaze dropped to follow the movement, then flicked back up to the hero's eyes.

"You're a bastard," the hero whispered, because it was true and it wasn't no.

"Why yes," the villain's eyes gleamed, "I am." They waited.

The hero's stomach squirmed. "Are you actually going to make me say it?"

"I thought I didn't control you. I thought you weren't mine."

The hero shivered.

"So how could I," the villain leaned in to the hero's ear, still not quite touching, "possibly make you do anything?"

"...please."

"What was that, love?"

"I hate you."

"Do you?" The villain's lips finally pressed against their skin, kissing down their neck.

"Yes. So much." The hero's head fell back, offering more of their throat. The wine glass drooped in their hand.

"Don't spill on my floor."

The wine glass righted with titan concentration. There was nowhere to put it down.

The villain kissed them; soft, so soft, a promise of so much more to come.

"Would you like me to stop?" the villain asked against their lips.

"...no."

"No?"

"No."

The villain hummed and kissed them again, a little harder. The wine glass wobbled treacherously in the hero's hand once more. The hero's other hand clutched the villain's shoulder.

"I think we're done with the stage in our relationship where you pretend to date other people," the villain said, when they pulled back, breathless. They caught the hero's chin, and their stare was, for a moment, serious.

The hero scrambled past the kiss-drunk haze, brow furrowing. "It's actually bothering you?"

"No," the villain said, in the same tone that the hero said no, meaning yes.

"Okay." The hero leaned in to kiss them, just once, reassuring.

Tension eased out of the villain's shoulders. The wicked playfulness returned, and they shoved the hero back against the wall again. The next kiss was a consuming, hungry thing, and the hero could only chase after more than they were given, gasping.

The villain nipped the hero's neck, before giving a chiding click of their tongue. It once again sent an anticipatory shiver of delight down the hero's spine.

"Oh, would you look at that," the villain said, with soft and bewitching menace. "You spilled my wine. However shall I make you pay me back for that?"

"Make me?" The hero bit their lip. "You think you can make me do anything? Please."

The villain grinned.

There were no more dates with other people after that.

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satocidal · 8 months

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8:17 a.m. — Geto Suguru

Suguru breathed out-slowly, gently and everything that wasn't him. There you lay beside him -eyes closed and a light snore escaping your lips.

Were you always this cute?

His mind raced and breath came in sharp exhales with every movement you made. He could feel a slight tinge of warmth decorate his face every time you shifted to hold him closer- he could feel his heart beat run faster every time your body brushed against his.

Not that Suguru wasn't used to physical contact he just wasn't used to physical contact from a certain someone that lay beside him. Your soft skin had never truly touched him such-nor had your lips taken his name so fondly.

And blaming you was something he couldn't do for Suguru Geto, in all his glory had never truly flirted with you ever--you were off bounds after all, the head of your school's student council and one of the teacher's favourites student- but save him for his own sake.

Suguru had found a crush that just wouldn't leave.

And those silly little glances or the huge grin you wore never helped his situation, nor did it help when you asked him-with the biggest frown ever--to be able to hold his hand for in the chilly night that he'd snuck you out in, Suguru was the only thing that you had close to comfort.

So oblige to your request with a nod and cackle he did -only to be mesmerised by his crush when they ended up dozing off on a bench that you sat on with him, hand still holding his and nestling your face deeper into his shoulder.

And in the moment Suguru smiled as the sun started to rise again -He was whipped for you sure, but he hadn't become an idiot as a certain blondie he knew.

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secretly-tumb1r · 29 days

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Roadtrip - hotch x reader part 2

part one

summary: when hotch finally sheds his stubbornness, he decides to drive back to Quantico from New York, in an attempt to rest his punctured eardrum. You couldn’t leave him without company, so you join him.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap (hotch in his late 40s reader in her late 20s), unprotected sex (p in v) oral (fem receiving), no mentions of haley

a/u: thank you guys so much for the support on the first part of this, you’re all so so sweet💞 i truly hope you enjoy this part too💞 xoxo

You’ve kissed people before, but never like Aaron. It was almost like you had been starved of his taste, and him of yours. The kiss was so rough and angry, angry at the fact you didn’t do this earlier. If you knew it would be this good, you would’ve jumped his bones the minute you saw him.

There was no doubt he was more experienced than you, he was a lot older too, but right now, you were both just as starved and as messy and impatient as the other.

The kiss was so impactful, you could feel your arousal start to pool in your panties. Looking for any sort of relief, you start grinding on his crotch, giving you easy access to it since you were straddling him while he was laying down. You could feel him get harder by the second and that only made you moan in his mouth.

He gently bit your lower lip as he moved down to kiss your jawline and lower to your neck, finding that sweet spot that made you arch your back and drop your jaw in a silent moan.

His lips explored your body as they reached your covered breasts. Big hands cupped both your tits as both index and thumb fingers pinched and rolled your nipples.

“fuck a-aaron”

“i know baby i know”

“please please” you were a moaning mess above him. He flipped you on your back so now he was on top of you, a coy smirk plastered on his face.

“what is it baby hm? cmon use your words sweetie”

the pet names made you wetter (if that was even possible) you needed him now.

“please f-fuck me aaron”

he chuckled deeply, laughing at how desperate you were. His hands moved down from your breasts to your lower stomach. He lowered himself on the bed on his stomach as he began to kiss your inner thighs.

“awh poor baby” he rubbed a finger on your clothed cunt, arousal seeping through it. “so wet” he looks mesmerised by your glossy panties. “all this for me huh baby?” you shook your head frantically and moaned, giving him the answer he wanted.

“don’t worry sweetie i’ll make it better” his big fingers hooked around the hem of your panties as he ripped them off in a sudden movement, the cool air hitting your weeping cunt, making you clench around nothing.

He pecked your swollen clit, and looked up in your eyes to see your reaction. Your head was thrown back, your hair messy. A bead of sweat rolled down your forehead, your body already so hot even thought nothing had happened yet.

He ran his tongue up and down your slit, gaining a hiss from your throat. He groaned. “fuck honey, you taste amazing” He started flicking his tongue up and down, he was a starved man and this was his last mean. Suddenly he put his finger up to your lips “suck” you gladly took it in and swirled your tongue around the tip of his finger, he let out a shaky breath as your spit coated his finger. He took it out your mouth with a ‘pop’ and teased your entrance.

Just as you were about to complain he he inserted his finger in your cunt, knuckles deep. His fingers were far bigger from yours giving you a pleasure you were never able to give yourself.

“you think you can take another one baby?” you nodded frantically and a low chuckle escaped him. He stretched you open when he added another finger, pleasure building deep inside your stomach.

His head lowered to suck on your clit, his touch was addictive. “fuck- ‘m close!” he started to pump his fingers faster as he looked up at you making eye contact. He looked too pretty between your legs, hair messed up and nose up aganist your pelvic bone. You could come just at the sight. Your hand flew to his hair as you started grinding on his face. Suddenly you felt it. You let go all over his face.

When he came up, his face looked delicious soaked in your arousal. He licked his lips and fingers clean as he kissed you deeply, allowing you to taste yourself, “please aaron need you inside” you managed to croak out between kisses.

Your hands flew to his pants button, undoing it quickly. “someone’s eager” he laughed and you could only moan.

You could see his bulge through his boxers, he looked so big.

Your mouth watered at the sight as you pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out proudly, leaking with pre cum.

“lay down baby” his gentle voice awakened something inside you, and you couldn’t help but do as he said.

His lips found your neck again as he aligned his tip with your entrance making you tense up. “relax honey” his hand started circling your nipple.

He finally thrusted into you, letting you accommodate to his size. He was massive, bigger than anyone else you’ve ever been with.

He started to move, picking out his pace, slow but steady. “aaron- faster please” you pleaded.

“oh you like it rough huh?” he cocked his eyebrow up. He flips you on your stomach pressing his large hand on your lower back to make your back arch.

You were a moaning mess. He rammed his cock in your pussy at an ungodly pace, hitting that spongy spot inside that made you mewl.

Aaron wasn’t the one to come quickly, but your sweet noises accompanied by the noises your sweet pussy was making around his cock was like a symphony, music to his ears.

His hands dug into your hips so hard he was sure it would leave marks. He wanted that. He wanted to mask you as his.

His strong hand moved to your front where he started circling your clit making you moan even louder.

“fu- aaron yes god! i’m gonna c-“ you interrupted yourself with pornographic moans.

“cmon baby let it go, make a mess on my cock.”

that was all you needed. You were sure you’d never had a better orgasm before, your pussy clenched around his cock making him cross the finish line too, you could feel thick spurts of come pairing your walls.

Aaron pulled out mesmerised by the mixture of your cums together. Two of his fingers collected the dripping come and pushing it back inside, groaning loudly. The overstimulation make you whinge.

After Aaron had cleaned you up and made you go to the bathroom (reid had told him about the dangers of utis after sex), you found yourselves cuddled in eachothers arms.

Your soft breathing acting like a sleeping pill for Aaron, and he was sure this was the best nights sleep he’s had in a while.

It became a problem that he tasted you because now he would never let you go.

OH MY GOD GUYS!! this was so hard to write😭 i love reading smut but writing it, not so much!! i gross myself out💔 HOPE YOU LOVED THIS PART please lmk down in the comments I LOVE YOU ALL SO SO MUCHHH💞💞 xoxo

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holybibly · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/holybibly/742925107577667584/i-will-be-sharing-my-thoughts-with-you-during-a?source=share

I really love reading this 🙈

if it's possible can you tell us about the rest of the members possessiveness

Thank you 🥰⚘️

Hey honey, of course, I'll talk about Wooyoung and Yeosang now, and I'll make a separate post for Jongho, Hongjoong and Yunho.

Wooyoung has always wanted to find true love. He wanted to love and be loved in return, to give himself completely to his beloved, and to devote all of his time to her. Wooyoung could choose any role he wanted just to get what he wanted, and when he saw you, he realised that he had found exactly what he had been looking for. You were sweet, simple, and gentle, and easy to read. You blushed and felt embarrassed under the intense gaze of his fox eyes. You laughed and had fun with him, and you were just such a super cosy and warm home girl.

The perfect girl for his home.

Little by little, he became more and more intrusive and possessive, changing the role of the sweet, cheerful guy to that of a dark seducer who would lure you into his bed and bite you until you were bleeding.

"You look so good with my marks; I want to mark you all over so everyone can see you're mine."

"I'm going to fill you with my cum, and you keep it nice and warm in your little pussy. Wait for me at home like a good girl."

"I never want to let you go; you're so warm and soft around my dick. I want to stay inside you forever."

"Come on, baby, accept my love; let me make you so beautiful and so swollen with my children that you will always be at home with me."

He was so annoyed by your wanting to go somewhere, wanting to see friends, wanting to spend time outside of his bed, that it made him aggressive and rude.

"Can't you be with me, or are your friends more important? Or are you such a whore that you can't live without wanting someone else to look at you?"

"Why can't you just look at me and don't pay attention to someone else? Haven't you already found someone who can fuck your slutty cunt?"

"You don't need anyone but me; I want you to be home all the time. You are all mine.".

Yes, Wooyoung was always in search of true love, one who would be perfect for him and his home. So, my dear, before you let yourself be carried away by the movement of a luxurious fox's tail, think twice about whether you will be able to get out of the dark and deep fox's hole alive.

Yeosang was full of beauty and splendour. He was mesmerising. A flutter of the eyelashes and a sweet smile were enough to kill you instantly. You were no exception. God, Yeosang really was the perfect guy—the kind of guy you always had in your dreams. He was respectful, gentle, caring, and so attentive to you. He always made you feel truly loved. Yeosang was very gentle with his words, and slowly but surely he put the ideas that he wanted into your head.

"Aren't you so lucky to be in a relationship with me?"

"Look, no one else has such a good-looking guy; they might be jealous of you."

"I am always going to take care of you, my love. You don't have a need for anyone, just a need for me."

The further your relationship developed, the more evil appeared in Yeosang. His beauty made him arrogant and rude towards you, constantly hinting that he had condescended to you and that you were just his pretty thing. Yeosang destroyed your self-esteem and lust for life by making you submissive and obedient to all his wishes.

"Can anyone but me want such an insignificant whore like you? You should be grateful for the attention I give you."

"Look at you, whimpering and squealing as I fuck you. Keep quiet and take everything I give you, like an obedient girl."

"You will always belong to me, even with this sad, tear-stained face, because there is no one else who needs you apart from me."

You've heard what they say: True evil is truly seductive. And yes, Yeosang, with his puppy eyes and angelic features hiding an arrogant, cold demon, was the most seductive of all. So be careful when you dream of a cute guy with an ideal appearance. If you bite into a piece of him, you can be sure it will rot.

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Limerence | Two

C H A P T E R T W O

limerence / lim-ê-rêns / (noun)

“Obsessive romantic attraction towards another person”

Summary: In which the owners of Jujutsu Incorporated, the Ôgami brothers, are suddenly interested in you.

Pairing: Alpha!Sukuna x reader, Alpha!Itadori x reader, Alpha!Gojo x reader, Alpha!Geto x reader, Alpha!Nanami x reader, Alpha!Kenjaku x reader

Status: Ongoing.

Genre: werewolf au, soulmate, polyamory relationship, angst, fluff, omegaverse, a/b/o dynamics.

Warnings: smut, violence, mentions of knotting, heats, ruts, insecurities, some descriptions of reader’s body, mention of possible ED, omegaspace, domdrop, swearing, blood, depression, suicidal thoughts, possessiveness, obsessive thoughts, Alpha tendencies.

Chapter Warnings: reader described as worryingly thin, Sukuna is mad, Kento is feral. Omegaspace, swearing, Sukuna being kicked in the nuts, self deprecation.

Masterlist | Chapter one | Chapter three

Taglist: @better-imagination-9 @tiredjuniper @jjkz @honeybeeboobaa @cherryblossomdelusion @dependsonthedream @alluresenses @qardasngan @imcamboaf @ondragonhonour

Taglist is open.

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Previously on Limerence:

You stumbled over every question, your hands shook as you wrote down his answers. You weren’t scared just so incredibly nervous, no one had ever made you feel this way before. Sukuna asked you if you had anymore questions, all you longed to ask was if his heart was beating as fast as yours but you were too afraid to hear the answer.

“N-No I don’t,” You stuttered, “that was the last one.” You looked relieved but he looked disappointed. Quickly you stood, bowed to him and rushed out of the room, you were basically jogging to get back to your office when you felt a strong hand on your shoulder spin you around, he pulled you in close, you began to tremble all over. You felt his warm breath against your lips, red eyes staring at yours intensely.

“T-This is highly inappropriate.” You tried to look anywhere but his beautiful eyes as he spoke.

“Maybe for regular people.” He nodded in agreement, then his voice took on a deeper octave, “But certainly not for my mate.”

“So? What was she like?” Yuji asked his twin with curiosity sparkling in his wide eyes, his breath uneven as he waited impatiently to hear about his mysterious mate. Sukuna had headed straight back to Jujutsu Incorporated headquarters after you had kicked him straight in the balls and ran like hell.

He was definitely humiliated as he lay on the ground groaning in pain, however once the pain had dissipated he was up on his feet but by then it was too late. You were gone, even your scent was disappearing too quickly for him to track.

“She was so fucking gorgeous..” he pauses because it seems too weak of a compliment to describe you, though by looking around at his brothers he could tell that they already knew that, so he continued.

“She was worryingly thin, unbearably self conscious, anxious, dangerously overtired and dehydrated.” Sukuna answered, his body vibrating with anger. He was mesmerised by you, how you managed to get the jump on him was astounding. But by the looks of you, how you managed to even be standing was astounding.

Kento cleared his throat, his body stiff making ridged movements as he tried to control himself. His mate wasn’t taking care of herself, that was his job and he was failing before he’d even had a chance to begin. Possessive and protective thoughts ran through his wired brain igniting a primal part of himself he had long thought dormant. His eyes glazed over, slowly fading to obsidian, his entire being cementing itself like a statue.

“Umm Kento?” Yuji bit his lip in worry as he examined his pack leader, he himself was worried for his mate but he knew his older brother took things to an extreme level when it came to worrying. And that was with his brothers, he can only imagine how Kento was feeling considering it’s their mate.

All six brothers felt the mate bond snap into place through their brother bond, each of them felt how Sukuna did when meeting you. Like their entire world had just become complete, like everything had fallen into place.

You on the other hand felt like you were drowning, like someone had you by the leg pulling you deeper and further down to the depths. How were you supposed to be someone’s mate, and not just anyone’s. Sukuna Ôgami one of the six most reputable brothers who essentially saved the world.

You were not worthy enough, not reputable enough to be with one of them. How would he ever be okay with just you. You weren’t okay with just you.

You had raced back home only look back when you got to your apartment building, your frantic eyes flitting about to see if you could spot him in the street, while panic clawed its way up your body causing a shiver to rack down your spine.

Everything was so overwhelming and too much stimulation, today had not been what you had expected and certainly not what you had wanted with the little sleep and no food, adding in the stressful morning.

You were practically being pulled into a stupor as you let yourself fall onto your bed. Your only safe space. You had slumped into a state of torpor from which nothing could rouse you, but that was okay if you had to let yourself fall into the depths of your blank mind for a few moments peace, you’d do that.

Sukuna could feel it, a haziness falling over him like a sweet cloud making him feel all warm and fuzzy. These weren’t his feelings there were yours and if he were to find you right now he bet his life he’d find you in omegaspace. Snuggled up in your nest looking all cute and small as you waited for you Alphas to soothe you, to make things better.

That was just the problem. He couldn’t find you, he didn’t know where you were. It seemed that Satoru had the exact same thought. “She works for Panda right? Let’s get her information from Mr. Panda then.” There was a sternness to his voice, his veiny large hand pushing through the white strands on his head, the hand itched to grab hold of a chunk and yank in frustration. But he let it fall back down to the table and scrunch in a fist instead.

“Fucking idiot.” Sukuna cursed under his breath because that’s what he was. He should’ve stuck around and got your information from your workplace. God he truly was an idiot.

“I’ll do it.” Kento was almost robotic as he moved from his seat at the table to his desk. He grabbed Mr.Panda’s personal contact number and pressed call after urgently punching in his number. Phone to his ear, he swallowed away the tension rising and trying to get the better of him as the phone rang one too many times before his friend answered.

He rushed out his words, stumbling over them as he pressed the issue at hand. You were his mate and he required your address, phone number, bank details anything the man could give him. He’d take it.

Kento listened to him talk and wrote down all the information with haste, his fancy fountain pen scratching on the paper irritatingly. The pack Alpha could feel stress start to pour into his body, swirling around him in a way that had his shoulders tense and his brows furrowed. Pushing some of his blonde hair out of his face he thanked his friend and hung up the phone.

He could feel the stares from his brothers, he knew this next part would be tricky but it also had to be done. “Only one of us should go.” Kento said, with a look saying it should be him. Instantly the rest of the pack argued with frowns before Sukuna but in.

“It should be me. She already met me, she might feel a little more at ease.” Sukuna wrung his hands together, he wanted desperately to see you again. He could feel you still in your fluffy cloud of softness, and fuck if he wasn’t itching to see you in your nest, to join you.

“He has a point actually.” Kenjaku voices his opinion, “This isn’t about what we want;” he cuts off Yuji who was about to complain, “this is about what’s going to be comfortable for her. After all our mate’s comfort is what’s most important here. Right?” He raises his eyebrow daring someone to question him. It’s times like these that Kento knows if he wasn’t born pack Alpha, Kenjaku would have been.

“Right.” Everyone in the room agrees.

“Then it’s settled. Only Sukuna will go collect our mate.”

A loud thump pulls you from your stupor yet there is an echo of it that tries to lull you back into the darkness. You try to let yourself sink back into the haze but the loud thumping persists pulling you out of the safety of your nest. Even in your current haziness your heart ricochets in your chest when you open the door to find two large men staring down at you.

You recognise Sukuna instantly, it’s hard not to. But the other man, though he seems familiar, is a stranger to you.

“Hello bunny.” Sukuna’s word have your breath hitching in your throat. His entire presence seems to put your body at ease, a rather big contrast to his darker aura. It almost pushes you back into your haziness, further down the deep rabbit hole you’re now desperate to climb out of.

“This is my brother Kenjaku.” He says it so casually like you’re familiar with one another, like you’re in a conversation and had happened to ask. Yet in reality, this large pink haired man stood in your doorframe taking up all of the space and his brother stood behind him, brown eyes never leaving you even for a second, are both uninvited guests.

Though Kenjaku wasn’t even supposed to be there, he’d followed his brother and popped out of the shadows just before Sukuna was about to knock on your door. “What happened to just me?” Sukuna scoffed at his brother who simply shrugged his shoulders and rapped his knuckles against your door.

“Hello Princess.” The corner of his lip turn up, only on one side. It looks like he doesn’t know how to smile, the thought almost makes you sad. Almost.

“Why…w-whys yer here?” You try so hard to not stumble over your words but fail miserably while giving your tired eyes a rub. It makes both men coo at you, it’s not condescending yet somehow feels as though it is in your daze. So you pout, annoyed that they have simply come to mock you. The more awake and stoic part of you wishes that you were coherent for this conversation.

“For our mate of course.” Sukuna smiles cheekily stepping forward, catching you when you step back only to fall. His words startle, have you looking back up to where his eyes stare back into yours. The fall and fact your back in his arms doesn’t compute, you’re too busy with the other thing.

“Our?” You swallowed hard, the word heavy on your tongue, leaving a weird taste in your mouth.

“Yes bunny. Ours. Me, Kenjaku and our brothers.” Sukuna confirmed with a sharp nod, helping you stand steady on your feet but the room kept spinning. You stumbled away from the door towards your big grey couch, you dropped down on it lumberingly, fingers sinking into the soft blanket gracing it.

You felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped on you at the realisation that not only was Sukuna Ôgami your mate but so were his five brothers. You could barely come to terms with the fact that one of them was your mate let alone six of them.

“S-Six of y-you.” You were breathless as you tried to come to terms with it. Sukuna and Kenjaku looked at each other, worry sparkling in their eyes even when they fixed their expressions.

“I realise this is alot to take in.” Kenjaku spoke softly, it had Sukuna’s eyes animatedly popping out his head. His brother had a soft side to him? Since-uh-when. Kenjaku was trying to keep his wolf at bay, his control not as strong as Sukuna’s or Kento’s. He didn’t understand why you weren’t happy about having six Alphas to take care of you.

But he was doing his best to soothe you in the way his wolf was telling him to. It is too much for pretty mate. This had Kenjaku’s eyes flashing black for second, why was it too much?

“I can’t do this!” You screeched hands gripping at your hair in frustration, “why would I of all people be gifted six alphas?!” You cried desperately wanting to know the answer. Gifted. He guesses that’s a good sign, at least you thought of a mate as a gift rather than a curse.

You blink up at both men and realise, your living room has never looked so small, they take up so much space. With just two of them the place is tiny, how’s it going to look with six of them? Your mind bounces around, worry still present and spinning you into a tizzy, yet you practically preen when Kenjaku’s eyes travel over you like he can see underneath your clothes. It makes a tense feeling in the pit of your stomach start to form, a feeling you’re not familiar with.

You suddenly wanted to be wrapped in their strong arms, you note that they both look like the warriors the news makes them out to be. Huge, brawny and very attractive. How were they yours? How were you worthy of this? And how were they going to ever love you when they find out what you did?

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randomlifex · 4 months

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He gave you his sweater

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Go Kyungjun x fem!reader

Plot:so pretty and talented, always in everyone’s thoughts…but what happens when Wooram confesses his feelings? Someone’s not happy about it…

Warnings:swearing

This story is based on two requests: req 1-req 2

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No lessons, students running from a classroom to another with boxes and decorations in their hands. It meant only one thing:concert day!

Like every other year, your school had organised a concert to celebrate the beginning of the winter break.

It was rehearsal day, and you were particularly nervous since, apparently, you were the main performer of the night.

Your music teacher used to say that your talent in singing and playing piano was a blessing from even together with your graceful beauty, so he had decided that you would’ve been the star of the event.

You greeted a few of your classmates approaching you as soon as you stepped in the school hallway; then you ran to the theatre where everything was already set.

“Hi yn!” Wooram smiled at you when he saw you sitting at the piano

“Hi” you replied

“Are you ready for tonight?”

“Yes! Just…a little nervous” you fixed your hair, starting to play.

You were so lost in music that you didn’t notice the boy grabbing his camera and starting recording you; nor you noticed how he was mesmerised by your movements.

It was nothing new, to be honest, that was everyone’s reaction anytime they saw you playing; however you had never bragged about it nor made it your biggest flex. You were pretty down to earth and all you cared about was your passion.

A passion that, apparently, lead everyone to you…including the bully of the school: Go Kyungjun, whose attitude softened anytime you smiled to him or simply said hi.

So, when he saw you playing, he couldn’t avoid stopping by to enjoy a preview of the concert. His mind was lost in your music; his eyes followed any single swish of your hair and movements of your hands, even the smallest, even the least noticeable shake of your shoulders.

You looked like an angel, he thought, and his heart was beating so fast. Everything was perfect, there was only one detail off:that jerk of Park Wooram staring at you with the eyes of a puppy who had just fell in love.

Nauseous and mad, it made Kyungjun nauseous and mad. He knew half of the boys had a crush on you, but he didn’t care that much since they were all too shy to approach you, including Wooram. Or at least, that was what he thought; his mind had changed not that long ago when he noticed how he slowly started to be constantly around you, helping you anytime you needed something and making you laugh all day.

Kyungjun’s jaw clenched thinking at a possible love story between you and a boy who wasn’t him, especially if the boy in question was Park Wooram. You deserved way better than a frog who thought he was special just because he owned a camera.

“Brilliant!” Wooram exclaimed as soon as you had finished playing, making Kyungjun startle.

You bowed, smiling and thanking your classmate who stepped on the stage to talk to you.

“I think you’re ready for tonight”

“I’m not sure actually, I’m so scared to mess something up”

“You don’t have to worry -he put some strands of your hair behind your hear- you will nail it”

“Thank you” you said, sneezing

“Are you okay? Be careful or you’ll get a cold! You have to perform”

“Oh it’s okay, don’t worry. It’s just cold in here, that’s why I sneezed” you laughed

“Got you” Wooram smiled, taking off his sweater to slide it on your shoulders.

At the sight, Kyungjun stepped in the theatre, faking a cough.

“Kyungjun!” you waved at him, making Wooram turn around. You couldn’t see it, but a disappointment expression had just appeared on his face

“Am I interrupting something? -the bully glared at the other boy- I just wanted to compliment you”

“No, it’s okay -Wooram said- I’ll talk to you later yn. Do you mind meeting me during lunchtime? I’ve got something important to tell you”.

You nodded, greeting Wooram who walked away.

Kyungjun looked at him, then he turned to you:

“My hoodie’s warmer than that… you know” he cleared his throat

“It’s okay, I’m almost done here anyway, I’ll come back later during the evening, but what about you? What are you doing here?” you smiled, resting your chin on the palm of your hand. Kyungjun gulped, pretending that everything was fine, but there were so many things going in his mind at such a pretty sight.

“Nothing to be honest, I stopped by because I heard you playing”

That comment made your heart flatter. Everyone was scared of Kyungjun, but with you he was always nice. He wasn’t a sunshine, nor the friendliest or least intimidating person on earth…but between you two there was something that clicked.

“I understand. Well, I can play again for you before meeting Wooram -you paused- I wonder what he has to tell me” you furrowed your eyebrows

“You can’t imagine it?” Kyungjun mumbled, without looking at you

“Excuse me?” you asked

“Nothing. Let me hear you one more time”

You sighed, playing your song again; then, once you were done, you met with Wooram.

You were sitting at the desk of an empty class when the boy appeared. He greeted you with a smile and then sat next to you.

“Hello -you bit your sandwich- thank you for the sweater” you gave the object back to its owner

“Anytime you need”

“What do you wanna talk about?” you asked

“Well…it’s really important to me” he held your hand.

In that moment something inside you clicked as fear started growing:how could you not understand that?! The jokes, the compliments, the sweater…“fuck” you thought, how could you get out of that situation without hurting him? You were sure Wooram had feelings for you, but you didn’t have any for him. Maybe for someone else…but just maybe.

“Are you sure we have to talk about it right now then? You know it’s a busy day, I don’t have that much time…” you tried to get away with an excuse, but you failed

“It won’t take that long yn, I just need to tell you the truth -he breathed in and out- I really like you…and not in a friendly way, if you get it. I can’t get you out of my mind, you’re always so beautiful, talented and kind. I love you yn, and I’ve been thinking about this for a while:would you like to become my girlfriend?” Wooram leaned in, waiting for your answer.

What the fuck could you tell him now?! Thoughts started rushing in your mind, they were as fast as horses running a race:you could barely catch one.

“I…I need to think about it -you unwillingly spat out- you know we haven’t been that close for so long…I need to know people well before rushing into a relationship” you hoped he understood,avoiding being hurt; and, most of all, you hoped he would’ve forgotten about that stupid idea…but it never happened.

In the next days he kept texting you, asking if you had an answer, or if he had to do something more to know each other better. The situation was getting stressful, so stressful that you ended up venting with the first person you had around: Go Kyungjun. The two of you were pretty close after all, so it came out naturally…but so did his reaction.

“Oh really? You didn’t expect that? Don’t act dumb yn” the boy scoffed, he was mad

“Excuse me?! -you raised your voice, thankfully no one was around- how could I get that?!”

“Really?! Like…do I have to explain that to you?! Didn’t you notice how he looked at you? Or that constantly being nice? Come on, no one acts like that with someone they don’t like”

“That’s bullshit! Everyone is nice to me,what am I supposed to think? That everyone is in love with me?” you crossed your arms, rolling your eyes

“Bingo! Welcome between us little yn!” Kyungjun growled, mumbling something against Wooram after that

“What have you just said?!” you demanded

“You heard”

“No, not that stupid idea of yours, the thing after that”

“Nothing”

“Spit it out”

The brunette rolled his eyes:

“I said that I can’t stand him. He’s a fucking idiot”

“There aren’t many people that you like Kyungjun, it’s nothing new”

“No you don’t get me…he really gets on my nerves. He’s just an annoying jerk who feels like God while recording the first thing he sees. Embarrassing” his jaw was clenched and his arms crossed.

You stared at him fir a while, giggling as soon as you understood everything.

“Are you jealous of Wooram?” you demanded

“Me? Jealous of him? Freaking hell,no”

“Then why you hate him so much? -you paused, stepping closer- come on, tell me”

“I just hate his attitude. As I said before, who he thinks he is?! Even when he gave you his sweater. That was so dumb, he’s not your boyfriend…he’s just an idiot” Kyungjun scoffed, shrugging his shoulders. He didn’t realise what he had just said, it took him a while, but then he realised he had fucked up.

You tilted your head, laughing; then you connected all the dots:

“Are you jealous of how he acts with me? No way! You really are!” you exclaimed

“I am not”

“Liar”

“I’m not jealous of him. Why would I be?!” Kyungjun rose his voice

“You tell me!” you bit back.

The silence fell in the classroom as your eyes were chained to the boy’s, the tips of your noses almost brushing against each for how much close the two of you were.

“So?” you suddenly whispered, Kyungjun bit his lip

“Nothing” he faked it again.

You rolled your eyes, giving up

“Whatever -you mumbled- I’m done wasting time” you turned around, ready to leave, when Kyungjun grabbed your waist, making you sit on the desk.

“Where are you going?” he asked, you faces were, once again, extremely close…so close that you could feel his warm breath caressing your cheeks

“Dealing with Wooram, what am I supposed to do? He’s been texting me nonstop. I’m t-“

You had no time to end the sentence that the boy slammed his lips against yours. His thumb rested on your chin while his free hand slid up, along your thigh, resting on your hip

“There’s one thing you have to do- Kyungjun whispered with his lips stained by your pinky lipstick- tell him that you’ve got a boyfriend and he shouldn’t mess with him”

#night has come #night has come kdrama #kdrama #night has come kyung jun #cha woo min #night has come x reader #cha woomin x reader #go kyung jun #night has come hyunho

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forteafy · 11 months

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1 with Carlos or 5 with Fernando. Or maybe both if you can find inspiration 🤭

CS55 x 'You say you want to get over me?” “Yes.” “So why haven’t you?” “Because it’s you. Because whatever you do, I’m gonna come back to you, no matter what. And I’m trying so hard not to do that but… It’s you. It’s just you. You’re the reason why I can’t get over you.'

I'm in love with the smooth operator, your honour.

You knew the fifth shot was a bad idea. By the ninth? Your mind could barely correlate the link between your feet and the floor.

You hadn’t been to Monaco in so, so long. The last time you came was on vacation with your ex boyfriend; it had been a weekend of walks, champagne, slow dancing and secret sex on his teammates boat. Charles would never forgive you for that one, his precious yacht had been christened in more ways than one.

Charlotte had caught you by storm; a few phone calls and a promise of a night out so incredible, it would render every other evening numb, you’d been on a plane instantly, falling into your close friends arms, surrounded by a gaggle of girls, cooing about how you were glowing after…recent events.

The night in question had been what Charlotte promised; loud music, screams and cheers whilst dancing in a group, even chatting to the occasional stranger about the busy streets. However, one cocktail had turned into two, two into three…it was always a slippery slope where expensive drinks and shots were involved.

The brunch you had all booked for the next day seemed well out of question.

Three of the girls had already vanished; presumably heading home with different men, possibly with one another. Charlotte was gossiping with two girls sat on a table. She’d beckoned you over, but instead you’d wandered away; drunken mind mesmerised by lights.

You would have probably wandered right out into the cool streets of Monaco, if a body hadn’t collided with yours. A light whine emitted from your lips, looking up, ready for a drunken apology to stumble out of your lips. Instead, your mouth hung open, breath caught from seeing those brown eyes. Those you were oh-so-familiar with.

“Carlos.” You whisper, a slight sway still in your step. You had to be drunk, blackout drunk, to be seeing the figure of your ex-boyfriend stood in front of you. Frozen in your spot, the trance was broken when a figure appeared from behind him, eyes brightened to see you.

“Hey! Charlotte mentioned you were with her!” Charles calls out, grin resting on his face. “I came to get her- Carlos is visiting us for a few days.”

Your mind couldn’t put the pieces together in that moment. Charlotte, your supposed best friend, had made sure you came to visit whilst Carlos was in Monaco. If you didn’t know her better, you’d say she was playing matchmaker, even after your intense speech of how adamant you were to get over the spaniard.

“Yeah- she’s-“ You can’t get your words out, too drunk to comprehend any form of communication. Charles nods to his friend, silently hoping despite it all, he’ll stay with you whilst he goes to find his own intoxicated girlfriend.

Carlos is nothing, if not a gentleman. Gently, he rests a hand on your lower back. The warmth radiates through the sheer silk of your dress. He thinks you look beautiful like this. Hair messy, makeup smudged, the lines on your face from how much you had been laughing alongside your friends.

“Let’s get you outside.” He speaks above the thump of the music deeper inside the club. “You need some air.”

The cold air dances across your skin the moment the two of you step out from behind the heavy doors. Carlos is already tinted a light shade of red from being inside the room for less than five minutes. His eyes scan over you, arm held out as you tentatively cling to it, stumbling like a baby’s first step.

Carefully, the man leads you away from the direct entrance, giving you some space between the crowds of people. The cold air and movement gives into a sudden wave of nausea. Your body can’t control it, leaning over to the side of the road, trying your hardest not to make a mess.

A gentle sigh is heard from behind you, soft hands holding your hair back, a warm hand on your shoulder. The comfort, you don’t deserve it.

You eventually pull yourself back up, turning to thank the man in question. However, before you can say anything, one arm is resting around your waist, keeping you from stumbling, the other is resting on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking over you.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” He murmurs, eyes soft, seeing the girl he cares so deeply for in this position. “Why?”

“Trying.” You mumble in response. “Trying to stop thinking about you.”

Carlos isn’t aware of Charlotte’s plan. When she had mentioned going out with you that evening, he had thought you were in Monaco as a happy accident. He had intended to come and see you, maybe ask if you’d like to go out for a drink. Maybe when he did, he’d change the idea to coffee. Alcohol didn’t seem to be the best idea anymore.

“You say you want to get over me?” He mumbles, face closer to you, trying to find some emotion in your eye.

“Yes.”

“So why haven’t you?”

“Because it’s you. Because whatever you do, I’m gonna come back to you, no matter what. And I’m trying so hard not to do that but… It’s you. It’s just you. You’re the reason why I can’t get over you.”

The sudden explosion of words from your hazarded mind causes a trigger inside you. Tears begin to litter your lower lash line. Carlos has always hated seeing girls cry, especially those he cares about. Without thinking, he pulls you into his chest, quiet hushes, one hand brushing across the back of your head.

“Don’t get over me.” He pleads, his own voice cracking. “Don’t. Because I could never get over you.”

#CS55 #Carlos Sainz #Carlos Sainz x Reader #Carlos Sainz Imagine #Carlos Sainz One Shot #Carlos Sainz x Y/N #Carlos Sainz x You #Carlos #Carlando #Sainz #F1 #Formula 1 #F1 x Reader #Ferrari #Scuderia Ferrari #Forza Ferrari #TIFOSI

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a-simple-imagine · 5 months

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dancing lights

synopsis: just a lil partying with jordan

pairing: jordan li x reader

words: 1k

A/N - a two second scene from saltburn inspired this and i couldn’t figure out a full fic for it so…

WARNINGS - Drug use and swearing.

As time melts into the early hours of the morning. Neon lights flash and dance across the sea of bodies packed into the room like a giant sardine tin. it’s a strange period of time. nothing matters. nothing feels real. it’s all just a little bit of fun. it’s loud. it’s messy. your friends are all here somewhere but you can only focus on Jordan right now.

there is such a tenderness in the way they look at you; an admiration in those pretty dark brown eyes. they cannot keep their hands off you but it is far from aggressive. it’s a hand on the small of your back. or your fingers intertwined as you weave through the crowd. it’s a constant that makes you feel comforted. like they’re almost scared to lose you to the masses. and you simply watch as their body moves to the beat of the music. a blur of bright colour and swaying. it’s slow. it’s sensual. like they’re putting on a show just for you. they only care about you in your small corner of this party. he takes your hand; thumb gently brushing across your knuckles as he lifts it between the two of you. he presses a kiss against your skin before looking up to meet your gaze. “may I?” shouted over the thump of the bass. you are not entirely sure what they are asking for. you do not care. they could have anything they want, do anything they want, if it made them happy. plus you had consumed enough alcohol for the risk to be worth it. you nod silently slow. a dusting of white power decorated the back of your hand but not for long as their nose makes quick work of the lines. it is weird how into it you are. how you cannot look away. it is not an inherently sexy act. in fact, it’s far from it. it’s not even good but you are mesmerised. a deep desire for the person opposite only made darker by the flashing lights and dizziness in your head. their tongue glides over your skin to collect any remnants. it would be such a shame to let it go to waste. a delicate kiss is placed at the base of your wrist. A thank you for its service. It brings heat rushing to your cheeks. a feeble, almost inaudible 'fuck' leaves your lips as you watch. Their lips curl into a knowing smirk as they guide you closer. You are expecting a kiss as they slowly lean in but they divert to whisper in your ear. "Do you want some?" you shake your head and they fall back. His smile grows lazier, less controlled as they gaze at you. merely maintaining your stare and leading the peaceful sway to the beat. it's pleasant. it's soothing. you could stay in this moment but it's interrupted as you are ushered closer to him. His hands drift to your hips; applying a tiny amount of pressure. your smile grows to match theirs.

"You good?"

"yeah," they nod slowly. "I feel great." they press their body into yours. "you look... fucking radiant."

"radiant?" you repeat with raised brows.

"radiant. beautiful. spectacular. take your pick." a hand once again graces your jaw. it stills your movement as his thumb lightly slides down your bottom lip before they lean in to connect your lips in a feather-like embrace. Over before it even started. “the kind of beauty men went to war for," whispered against your lips. Wow. Such high praise. they really were high. As they drift away you reach over and pull them back into the kiss. it's deeper this time. desperate even. it fills your veins with want and warmth.

"you're much too kind," you giggle as you back away. "that's how I know you're fucked."

"When I compliment you?"

"the kind of beauty men went to war for is a little much," you respond.

"if that kiss was anything to go off, it worked though." he teases, a cheeky smile.

"Maybe a little."

"yeah?" hands that once graced your delicate hips now drifted lower to gently squeeze your bottom as you are pressed further against them. a sharp intake of breath you just can't help . "just a little?"

a shaky breath slips into the air. "maybe a lot." you reach up to peck their lips. "who could resist such charm."

the sun is scoldingly bright as your eyes flutter open. your head throbs with the many mistakes of last night. a slender arm is draped over your chest. Jordan lays face down beside you with their head facing away from you. this was their bed. their room. you groan loudly which causes them to stir.

“How you feeling?" you wonder quietly, shrinking away from the bright rays. they don’t respond as they push themselves up for a second before falling back down but facing your direction this time.

"I feel fucking rough man," they groan out against the fabric. "you?"

"absolutely fucked." you chuckle lightly. with their arm still across you, you shuffle closer into their embrace. snuggling up to their side. they hold you closer. you hum warmly at the contact. "do you remember what happened to Cate?"

"I don't think I saw her again after we all split up," Jordan explains. You roll onto your side so your whole body is facing them. They offer you a very weary smile. "Ah well."

"i’m going back to sleep" A faint hum from Jordan puts you at ease. You settle into their embrace and let your eyes fall close. "I wanna stay here with you forever."

"You wouldn't get sick of me?" they mumble out.

"Probably would," you joke. placing a chaste kiss against their bare shoulder. "But I'd stick around anyway." a comfortable silence comes between you and just before you can drift off entirely you remember what you wanted to ask. “should we get Vought-a-burger breakfast?”

“Definitely,” they murmur peacefully. “Later.”

#jordan li #jordan li x reader #gen v #the boys #jordan li x you

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elektramustdie · 5 months

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what i do best

he's knuckle deep inside you, fingers repeatedly dragging against that spongy spot that has you writhing and whimpering underneath him. his palm rubs against your clit with every thrust, his free hand making itself useful by groping your breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

his mouth presses against yours as he snakes his tongue inside your mouth, muffling the sounds he's pulling from the back of your throat.

he's already made you cum once - had you rolling around in bed, a sheen of sweat over your skin, arching into his touch and chasing that feeling of euphoria as it spread everywhere. from head to toe.

and you could feel it coming again, the tell-tale tightening in your stomach as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and the gush of slick that had him groaning into your mouth.

"shit..." he muttered, pulling from your lips but keeping the distance between you minimal. "can feel you getting tighter."

he looked down to the space between your legs, mesmerised by the way he disappeared inside of you, mouth parting in fascination as your slick glistened in the low light.

"gerard" you breathed out, unable to think of anything else but his name and the way it was him who was pulling such visceral reactions from you. "gerard." you repeated, a futile way of letting him know what was about to come.

"i know, baby," he said, pressing his lips to yours again in a harsh kiss, then pulling away to focus all his attention on the speed of his hand as it pounded into you with such careful intention. "can fuckin' hear how much you love it," he began to ramble. "so wet you're running down my goddamn arm."

all you could do was whine, hands clawing at the sheets to stabilise yourself, toes curling as white-hot pressure curled around the length of your body - beginning at your stomach and spreading to every inch of you.

"gonna-" you cut yourself off with a gasp, eyes squeezing shut as it built and built. "g-gonna-"

"sh, sh, sh." he gave you a soft kiss, brushing away a tear that had escaped from the corner of your eye. "i know...i know, c'mon let me feel you, baby."

his words were just what you needed, the coil tightening until the pressure became too much and it snapped - flooding throughout your body and making you senseless - blind to the world around you,

your ears rang as his fingers continued their blissful movements, guiding you through your orgasm as they slowed to a comfortable rock.

babbling his name, he shushed you again, telling you to breathe as he slowed to a stop.

your chest heaved, breaths shaky as he came into focus, a grin on his face as he hovered over you.

"you look so fuckin' hot when you cum." was the first thing he said when you looked at him with bleary eyes, a lazy smile on your face as you suppressed a giggle.

"you really know how to talk to women, don't you?" you said as you wiped the sweat from your brow.

"it's what i do best."

#smut fic #emo #mcr #my chemical romance #2000s emo #gerard way x reader #gerard way

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merotwst · 1 year

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BEAUTIFUL STRANGER HERE YOU ARE ! -—fluff

‹ . savanaclaw ›

. ficlets

⇝awkward first meetings with beautiful strangers.

[ n: thank you for reading! this is sort of a modern au setting, please enjoy. not proofread. tw. mentions of thunder and lightning in ruggie's part ]

leona kingscholar ‹ savanaclaw ›

the cold of january seeped into the thickness of your jacket and you shivered as you found yourself sitting by one of the park benches. keeping an eye on your dog as it ran around the park, you watched as he went on about greeting strangers and playing with other dogs despite the chilliness that hung in the air. the puff of warm breath escaped your lips. it became visible as quickly as it dissipated into the air and it made you long for the warmth of home. the cozy couch you loved so much, sipping on hot cocoa with little marshmallows dancing at the top. when you stir they temporarily sink into the warm chocolate drink, but eventually come up to surface letting you know they're ready to be eaten.

you sigh dreamily at the thought. the remnants of your breath vanishing, you looked around to observe your surroundings. nothing was out of the ordinary, as per usual. your dog didn't seem to be showing any signs of stopping as he played with a child catching frisbees and rolling over in the frozen grass. you let out a soft chuckle, mentally thanking the random kid for doing your work for you. reaching out for the coffee cup beside you, you gingerly take a sip.

your eyes were closed, savoring the... bitterness? what was this? this was not your usual order.

you looked at the cup, trying to see what was amiss. and sure enough, you did. last you checked, your name was not ‘leona’. and as you lowered the cup from your lips you felt a shiver run down your spine. slowly you turned your head and directly beside you, a stranger you didn't even realize was there was staring directly at you. you flinched before setting the cup down slowly. you felt like a small animal with the way it felt like he was observing you.

“sorry.” you apologized, embarrassed. but just as you held your own coffee in your hands, the stranger had stood up. you ceased all movements. the man took a couple of steps until he was standing directly in front of you. he reached our his hand and gingerly pulled your coffee away from your hands. you look up to meet piercing emerald green orbs and you didn't even fight him. so mesmerised you were with his sharp gaze that your fingers went limp. was it out of fear or was it awe of how pretty this man actually was, you had no clue. but you had an inking it was a little bit of both. he had a sense of wildness to him that you couldn't quite put your finger on. although he did look menacing towering over you like that, he didn't seem like he had any ill intentions.

the man held the coffee in his hands before wordlessly bringing it to his lips and taking a long sip. your jaw dropped.

you could see his face contort into a look of awkward disgust. the way his eyes wrinkled and his lips turned up showed how he was most likely judging your taste for your own coffee.

“what?” you ask in an almost offended tone. the man shrugged, “it tastes like shit.” he answered nonchalantly and your eyes rolled at him with mild annoyance.

“i'm sorry for actually wanting flavors in my coffee other than pure, raw bitterness.”

“it does it's job of keeping me awake.”

“it tastes like shit.” you sassed, hurling his own words back at him without realizing it.

his lips twitched into a smirk as he shoved one of his hands into his coat pocket, “do you always say that to strangers after you just randomly take a sip of their coffee? that's not normal.” he remarked and you scoffed.

“well, not all strangers are petty enough to take my own coffee, take a sip from it as well then make checklist remarks on it. that's not normal.”

his laughter rang across the area of the park. he had such a pretty laugh you forgot for a moment that you were actually having a little argument with him. the man gave you a toothy, lazy grin before lifting your coffee up in the air in a gesture that says, 'well i'm taking your tastes-like-shit coffee with me and you can't do anything about it' before turning on his heel and walking away.

you didn't make an attempt to stop him. just watched him waltz away with your coffee in his hands. how do you even respond to an encounter like this? maybe when you figure it out, you'll call the card he left on the park bench with a number and a name that matched the one written on the bitter coffee cup beside you.

ruggie bucchi ‹ savanaclaw ›

you didn't think it was of much consequence when you left home without an umbrella. after all, there wasn't a cloud in the sky that morning. maybe next time you'd make it a point to watch the weather forcast while eating breakfast instead of some other weird thing that pops out your feed.

holding your hand out and feeling the heavy drops of rain hit your palm, you groan inwardly. there go your plans of bolting it over to the next store 50 feet away but significantly closer to a bus stop.

'stupid weather,' you thought, 'how could you just change your mind like that?'

kind of like how your date changed their mind on you last minute. texting you a hasty 'sorry, can't make it' on the dating app. you would have been more positively receptive to it if they hadn't canceled on you after you waited for them at the cafe for almost two hours. the rain didn't help, either.

just as you were about to give up and accept your fate of having to wait for the rain to finish pouring all cold and damped and cramped with strangers beside you in the same predicament, you felt a buzz in your pocket. twenty minutes ago, you texted some friends about your situation and you couldn't help a wide grin break from your expression.

'i'm on my way home' the text from one of your friends glowed from the phone screen speckled with a bit of rain but it was like a beacon in the dark to you, 'i'll drive by to pick you up. expect me around 7 mins'.

the minutes ticked by but it felt like hours and the rain only poured harder. your friend hasn't responded yet, so you assume they must be driving. you couldn't wait to tell them all about your shitty date and your predicament.

and as if on cue, a car pulled up by the cafe. the haze that the pouring rain brought made it harder to tell, but it had the same color and size and you reckon the model as well, of the car your friend drove. the rush of adrenaline mixed with the frustrations the day brought, you bolted from the safety of the cafe's cover towards the car. in one quick motion, you opened the door and threw yourself in the driver's seat. and without missing a beat, you started to talk.

“fucking hell! you know that person from three days ago i was talking to? they didn't even have the decency to tell me they wouldn't make it before we left our houses. they made me wait for two whole hours. two! i've practically gone through the entire drink menu they had in that damn cafe! i'm so pissed!” you exclaim while wiping your wet clothes and skin with a handkerchief, showing no signs of stopping until the person in the driver's seat responded.

“yeah? then what happened?” a voice unfamiliar to you asked. you whipped your head to the direction of the question. your jaw dropped. you had no idea who the guy on the wheel was. his big hyena ears flicked as he gave you a toothy grin.

“aw, you done talkinʼ? but we were only gettin' to the good part!” he said, teasing with a snicker and you felt the heat rising to your cheeks. thakfully, the cold the rainy weather brought could make a good cover for the sudden flush of your face.

you whipped your head around, the reality of barging into a stranger's car and suddenly bursting out all your frustration in the ugliest form of word vomit started to sink in. you sputtered out, “s-sorry. i got in the wrong car. i was expecting someone else. i'll go—”

but just as you reached for the door handle, a streak of bright light, followed by the booming sound of thunder flashed up on the sky and you quickly drew back.

this was not your day.

“a bit dangerous to get out of the car,” the brunette in the driver seat said, his hand reaching to shift gears, “usually i'd ask ya to pay, but...” he turned around to the backseat and you followed his gaze which led to the form of a child in the backseat. his deep emerald eyes fixed directly at you. the sound of his tail hitting the leather seats mixed with the heavy patter of rain on the car roof. and then he broke out to a grin.

“who are you?!” the child exclaimed excitedly, shooting up from his seat and throwing himself between the driver's and passenger's seat.

“easy, cheka,” the driver said to the child, “don't go on screaming at them now.”

the hyena boy looked over to you this time, “if you can keep him entertained throughout the whole ride, i'll drive you home, free of charge.”

you weren't able to decline after your friend messaged you that they were too scared to keep driving while there was thunder and lightning so you agreed and kept the little boy named cheka entertained. he showed you his I.D. which you took a picture of and sent to your friends and family for safety reasons and you learned the driver's name is ruggie bucchi. it turns out they stopped by this cafe everytime he came to pick cheka up from school. ruggie does it for cheka's uncle, which the little lion talked about in abundance. but because of the heavy rain, they weren't able to leave the car.

“i knew i wouldn't be able to get out of the car in all this rain,” said ruggie, “but sure wasn't expectin' anyone to get in. shishi.” he said with a cheeky laugh and you could all but blush in embarrassment.

throughout the car ride, you learned more about him. he would always answer cheka with patience, ask you if you were cold and want the heating on higher and sometimes tease you whenever you flinched at the thunderclaps. despite his sly demeanor, ruggie was pretty nice and his company was pleasant. he was funny, too which added to his charm.

cheka talked the whole ride through which madethe atmosphere in the car much more delightful in contrast to the gloomy weather outside and before you realized it, ruggie had pulled the car over to where you lived.

“here,” the hyena boy said pulling a folded umbrella from under his seat, “use this.” he handed you the umbrella and you gave him a smile.

“i'm not giving that to you, though.” he added hastily. “i'll be collecting that tomorrow at the cafe. i expect to see you there.” he gave a toothy grin before unlocking the door on your side of the car.

“and i promise i won't stand you up like the person from your dating app.”

jack howl ‹ savanaclaw ›

the time on your watch read 1:15 am but you find yourself, eyes wide open and staring blankly at the shelves lined with rows of toilet paper inside your local supermarket like some lost puppy who wandered into a random building.

the isles were almost completely empty save for one or two nigh shift workers here and there and the occasional customer who had the same balls of steel as you to be out at 1 am.

for a while it was just you, the music from your headphones and the wall of toilet paper as you went through your list of other items to buy. then felt the metallic clanking of shopping cart wheels on the floor and felt the presence of someone behind you. they seemed to be picking out something from the shelves you had your back to. you didn't really give it any further thought. just another customer who preferred the dead quiet 1 am brought into the supermarket, you supposed.

you gave a small glance at the piece of paper on your hand and with one swift motion, crossed out the words 'ass wipers' from your list before you took a pack of three toilet paper rolls and tossed it over to your cart. grocery shopping in the unholy hours of the night—or morning, really—had plenty of perks. less people, less copetition on the soap detergents, less chances of having run-ins with karens, you get in and get out quickly. there's the risk of getting murdered on your way to your car in the parking lot, but really, when is there not? that can happen even during the day. and unfortunately for them, you haven't been murdered just yet and so you keep coming back at the midnight hours to buy your everyday needs.

besides, what were you going to do at home, anyway? stare endlessly at the ceiling for hours because sleep just wouldn't take you? yeah, might as well do something productive.

placing your hand on your cart, you started pushing it forward with you.

for a while you pushed your cart around, not really in a hurry to get the things you needed. you liked strolling along the isle with your music blasting in your ears. you softly hummed as you reached the chips section. you broke into a grin as you reached for the bag of corn chips. but before you could grab it, you felt a large hand on your shoulder and you let out a loud yelp.

you quickly whipped your body around and bumped into the shelves behind you, causing a couple of bags of chips to rain down on you.

before you was a towering man with wolf ears, occasionally flicking and his tail wagging behind him. you didn't move from your spot—like a cornered animal. dying in the parking lot is one thing, but dying in the junk food isle is a whole different story! maybe you could negotiate to at least move to the vegetable area before this massive hunk of a man pummeled you to death.

he mouthed something but you couldn't hear. for a second you were confused before he pointed at his ear and you realized you still had your headphones on.

you scrambled to remove them from your ears and the sound of his deep voice echoed through the area.

“sorry for startling you,” he said, sounding genuinely apologetic, “i called out to you earlier but you had headphones on.”

“oh, sorry. did you need anything?” you asked and he nodded in response.

he pointed to the shopping cart beside you, “you have my cart.”

surprised, you looked at the card beside you and sure enough, a lot of the contents were not things you put in your cart earlier. the man pulled a cart beside him and looked over at you.

“i have yours here. we must have swapped earlier when we were in the same isle.”

your face flushes in embarrassment, realizing how much you didn't pay attention to your surroundings. apologies rolled out your tongue but he didn't seem to mind as much. in fact, he was nice enough to even help you pick up the fallen bags of chips from your little mini heart attack earlier.

you and the stranger parted ways and you didn't run into him for the rest of your shopping. not until you'd paid for your groceries and making your way out the door did you hear someone call out to you.

you turned around to see the same man walking toward you right from another counter. you waited for him by the door as he carried his groceries and jogged toward you.

“sorry for calling out to you again.” he said before scrambling through one of his grocery bags. you couldn't help another wave of embarassment wash over you when he pulled out a set of toilet paper rolls. you internally murdered yourself.

“sorry,” you stammered out, reaching for the pack, “i'll pay you back for this.”

he shook his head, “it's alright. it's not a big deal.” he let out a small smile as he adjusted his bags in his arms.

“thank you, sir.”

“jack.”

“jack.” you repeated with a smile, “thank you, jack.”

you introduced yourself as well out of courtesy and he gave a small 'nice to meet you' before offering, “i can walk you back to your car if you want. it's not really safe out there around these hours.” he said, ears perked up and alert as he looked out at the parking lot and you couldn't help a small chuckle.

“sure. i don't mind some company.”

the walk to your across the parking lit consisted of delightful conversation with jack. you found out he recently started grocery shopping at night because of the same reasons as you.

“so does this mean we'll see each other often?” you teased as he helped you place your grocery bags in the trunk.

“if we choose to shop at the same hour, maybe we'll run into each other.” he said, taking the question seriously causing you to smile.

“well, i always go around these hours,” you tell him, “and i don't mind having someone to chat with while i pick out my toilet papers.” you joke, waving the pack around and eliciting a laugh from him.

jack let out a sharp, toothy grin and closed your trunk for you, “that's a plan, then.”

note: please do not drink strangers' coffees, get in random strangers' cars or talk to strangers in the grocery at night. this is purely a work of fiction and it's much more dangerous irl. always be mindful of your surroundings and protect yourself. be careful and stay safe, everyone!

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the-sweet-madame · 4 months

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"ᴍᴀʏ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ?" (𝘋𝘪𝘭𝘶𝘤 𝘹 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Warnings: none.

Summary: Diluc is hardcore crushing on reader haha 😭

Female reader! Happy reading <3

Her smile was infuriating.

He hated how it made his heart stutter. He hated how it would make him pause just to look at it. He hated how he could feel the blood rushing to his face whenever she sent him one of her pretty smiles.

He hated how he was in love with every little thing about her.

And there she was, without a clue about how strong his feelings were, waltzing through the crowd with no care at all. It almost made him smile.

The chandelier was hung up high, the glistening crystals fell dull in comparison to the shine in her eyes. The dresses of other woman as they spun were only the swirling of bland colours compared to hers. The way her dress complimented her skin had him mesmerised. Though, her face was truly the main star there. With her hair falling perfectly around it, bringing out her eyes and her sweet smile that he couldn’t get enough of. As much as he hated to admit. She was absolutely enthralling.

“Diluc!” She sweetly called as she hurried over to him. “You look rather handsome.”

He hoped she didn’t see the pink painting his cheeks.

“You look...” He slightly hesitated, holding his tongue. “Beautiful.”

She giggled, her features melting into the most bewitching smile he has ever seen.

“Thank you.” She says softly, tilting her head as she steps closer.

“Diluc,” She begins again with a charming lilt to her voice. “May I have this dance with you?”

The way she said his name sent shivers crawling down his spine. The dim light spilt on her face so delicately as she looked at him, she was so irresistible and enticing that all he could manage was a curt nod. He was utterly hooked.

It was as if his mind had blanked, his body moving on pure instinct as he gently placed his hand on her waist and held her hand with the other as she drew even closer to him. It was hard to breathe. The air redolent between them with a mix of his cologne and her perfume. Her hand was warm. Her fingers fit snug between his as if they were created for that purpose. His breath trembled. Her other hand had snuck up upon his shoulder and she looked up at him with another smile, everything seemed right. Perfect even.

The close proximity between the two in that moment set aflame to his heart.

As if they were clockwork, their movements synced together skilfully yet so very gently. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her and neither could she as they waltzed.

“You are quite the dancer.” She commented as he slowly twirled her.

He pulled her close and he could’ve sworn that pink shaded her cheeks. “As are you, Miss (Name).”

She chuckled at his sudden formality. “Must you address me with such formality?”

His gaze almost wavered. “My apologises.”

She suddenly leaned in, her breath mingling with his. His eyes widened and she only gifted him with another charming smile. His grip on her waist subconsciously tightened as they swayed even closer. As if they were lovers.

“Why don’t you…” Her voice dropped into an alluring whisper. “Call me yours instead?”

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girls-alias · 5 months

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On His Lap P2

Title: On his Lap Part 2 Words: 2,576 Relations: Dean Winchester X reader. TW: SMUT, strong language. Unprotected sex.

Prompt:

Requested a part 2 💟 @spider-rach

SMUT! LAST WARNING:

"What room is it?" Sam asked, grabbing my attention. I saw Dean smirking out of the corner of my eye clearly happy he had distracted me.

"Ugh," I quickly looked at the key. "17," I explained as I threw him a key. He thanked me as he and Cas started making their way to the room. I smiled innocently at Dean as he made no attempt to move. I turned to follow them but Dean's hand grabbed my wrist lightly, stopping me from leaving. I looked at him confused as he smirked. Licking his lips before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. I watched mesmerising, paralysed by the sight.

His eyes moved to my chest, I scoffed about to playfully call him a pig but was silenced as his hand ventured down the neck of my shirt and the back of his hand lightly grazed my left breast. I gasped, hand in a fist as I prepared to punch him in the face. I don't know why it bothered me so much, I just didn't think he would do it so out in the open where anyone could see us, especially Sam and Cas. I realised instantly, wincing internally as he pulled his hand from my bra, one of the other motel room keys in his hand as he smirked at me widely. I groaned as he looked proud of himself.

"See you in ten minutes," He winked before walking away, going to the second room rather than the one Sam and Cas had entered. I gulped as I watched him. He strutted with confidence. I stood, dumbfounded the entire time he went to the room. I gawked at him as he stepped into the room, looking back at me with a smirk before pulling his shirt over his head, clearly giving me a show before closing the door. My jaw was definitely on the floor. We flirt, we joke, today he touched me and now he's waiting in the room for me. I should just go to the room, who cares about making excuses for Sam and Cas. That specimen of a man is waiting for me.

I bit my nail as I thought, I'm just going to go. I shrugged beginning to make my way to the room.

"Y/N?" Cas' innocent voice startled me. I turned around smiling at him. "Aren't you coming in?" He asked standing in the doorway of room 17. I chuckled softly.

"Dean went to get coffee so I was going to help him in case he couldn't carry them," I lied. Cas looked at me confused.

"Why wouldn't he be able to carry them?" He asked, I smiled to hide my annoyance with his interrogation.

"You know, he only has two hands there's 4 coffees," I tried.

"Why would he get 4? I don't drink coffee, I don't drink anything," I rolled my eyes, mentally begging for the strength to handle this right now.

"We thought it was mean to leave you out, just go inside," I explained faking a big smile.

"But-"

"Go inside, Cas. We'll be back with the coffees soon," I explained. He was confused but went inside. I pretended to walk in a different direction in case he was watching me but as soon as I was out of sight I ran to the room.

I opened the door slowly, peaking my head in slightly. I yelped when I noticed Dean had waited at the door, he pulled me in and forced the door shut. He pushed me against the wall, finding my wrists in the movement and held them above my head on the wall. I gulped as he admired me, his eyes hungry as his breath was quick. He clicked the door lock with a smirk, and he placed his free hand on my cheek, leaning in to connect our lips. He moved his hands from my wrist, sliding his hand down my arm, my side and landing on my waist to pull my hips to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His warm skin comforted me.

His tongue entered my mouth as he deepened the kiss, I softly moaned into his mouth as he gripped my waist. He smiled against my lips before bending down slightly and grabbing the back of my legs. "Jump," He instructed, quickly breaking the kiss. I jumped into his arms as he caught my weight and held me to his hips. His lips eagerly reconnected to mine. My breath quickened as he pressed me against the wall, his hands on my ass as he held me up easily. God, he's strong.

His lips moved from mine to trail down my jaw and neck. I moaned, my head dropping back as he placed open-mouthed kisses on my neck. My legs automatically clenched, and he grinned against my skin. "I bet you're soaking wet already," His voice was deeper than normal. I bit my lip as I hummed in agreement. "I'd like to feel for myself," He moved a hand to my back as he backed up so I wasn't against the wall. He continued kissing my neck as he carried me to the bed. He held me close as he lay me down on the bed, still staying close so he was hovering above me, between my legs. He reconnected our lips, kissing me passionately as his hands roam my body. His hand collected the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it up. He disconnected our lips only momentarily as he pulled the shirt off of me.

I smiled watching his grin at my shirtless form. God, he's so hot. He came back to my lips, his hand finding my side before slowly moving his hand to behind my back. His skin on mine, his slow movements sent tingles along the skin he touched. He easily unclasped my bra with one hand, I gasped not expecting him to be able to do it but he sat up and smiled at me. He slowly pulled my bra from my body, remaining in eye contact as if he were studying me to check it was okay. As I smiled and moved out of the bra he grinned knowing I was happy. I suppose it's fair that we're both shirtless. I giggled as he threw my bra aside, smirking at me before leaning in. I lifted my chin to kiss him but he pulled his lips away and chuckled at my disappointed expression.

"Tell me to stop if you want," He explained, his hips grinding into mine slightly, I moaned feeling his jeans graze against me. He grinned as he sweetly kissed my shoulder.

"You will never hear me say it," I replied, he chuckled as he pulled away to admire me.

"Good girl," He added as he swooped in to kiss me. His tongue met mine as they danced between our mouths. I moaned at his words. He seemed to smile against my lips. "You like that?" He asked against my lips. I nodded softly not wanting to break the kiss. Dean's hand trailed down my side, his finger catching on the hem of my shorts. He smirked against my lips. My breath seemed to pool in my chest. Anticipation making my hair stand on edge. He pulled away from the kiss, and my body reacted by whimpering before I could even think. He chuckled before connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck. I dropped my head back as my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

Dean smirked against my neck before his hand slipped into my shorts. I gulped, begging him to touch where I craved him most. His fingers explored further, my breath erratic as I craved his touch. I moaned as he finally ran his fingers through my folds, the tip of his middle finger at my entrance. He moaned against my skin, and I moaned hearing him so pleased. "You really are wet," He commented before kissing my neck, biting it a little harshly as his finger slid inside me. I moaned, my back arching up from the bed. He moaned into my neck. He sucked my neck slightly and I breathed in through my teeth knowing he was leaving a hickey. I love hickeys, he's claiming me as his. He curled his fingers once they were deep inside me. I moaned, begging for him to replace them with his dick.

He grinned against my neck. "You're such a good, wet girl," I moaned as his words sent vibrations down my spine before meeting his fingers inside me, he curled and straightened to please me.

"Please, fuck me," I practically begged, my voice coming out in moans as he grinned.

"I didn't think you were the begging kind," He chuckled, his fingers unrelenting. He slowly pulled his fingers from inside me, and I eagerly pulled his lips to mine. Our tongues fought for dominance as I worked on the buckle of his jeans, he grinned against my lips as I undid his jeans and pulled on them to show I wanted them off him. He chuckled as he leaned back, standing up to take them off. I grinned at him as I pulled my shorts and underwear off.

"Eager," He commented but I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, holding my hands up to show I wanted him back to me. I bit my lip as I admired his penis. I could tell it was a great size when I was sat on his lap but my mouth dried seeing it in person. I've never craved someone so much. He leaned in, hovering over me again as his dick met us in the middle. He connected our lips, kissing me eagerly, hungrily. I whimpered as his dick grazed against my entrance. He bit my bottom lip, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head as he tugged on my lip slightly. He looked me deep in the eyes as he released my lip. "I want you screaming my name," I nodded softly as he lined himself up, his tip inside me. I whimpered as I begged him to push deep inside me. He seemed to hesitate to watch my reaction.

"Please," I begged as I wrapped my arms around him to hold his back. He smirked, connecting open-mouthed kisses to my neck as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped as he pushed deep inside me, I moaned when his hips finally met mine. He bit down on my neck, groaning as he entered me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," He moaned, he slowly pulled out before keeping a slow rhythm as he pushed into me. I moaned, my head tipping back as my back arched. He breathed deeply as his hand found my waist pushing me down into the bed. He continued fucking me, our moans melding together. "Fuck," He commented. His voice alone could cause me to moan but his dick deep inside me and hitting my G-spot was driving me crazy. I never knew sex could feel this good.

Dean rested his forehead on my shoulder as he picked up his pace. I bit my lip to conceal my moans of pleasure. "Scream it, baby," I instantly dropped my lip and moaned a little louder than I expected.

"Fuck, Dean," I moaned, his hand still pushing me into the bed as my body tried to raise from the bed. He grinned against my skin before kissing my shoulder. He seemed to hold me a little higher before his pace quickened. I became a moaning mess, his groans melting with mine as he connected our lips. His tongue entered my mouth as moans vibrated in my throat.

"You're such a good girl, I want you to cum all over me," His lips moved to my ear to tease me. My spine was on edge as he breathed heavily above me. A scream escaped my lips as his tip slammed into my G-spot forcefully. "I want you screaming my name," He added. I screamed a moan as I felt myself building up. My orgasm is ready to tip over the edge.

"Fuck, Dean," I practically screamed as his thrusts never faltered or slowed.

"Just like that, baby," His breath was erratic as his nails dug deep into my side only increasing my pleasure. My eyes rolled back as screamed moans escaped my mouth.

"Dean," I screamed, his pace deepening as he ploughed into me. Fuck me! The months of flirting and not even touching only made this more exciting.

"I can feel you're getting close," He breathed deeply. "Be a good girl and cum on me," I screamed as my orgasm peaked. My body felt possessed as I raised my back, my nails digging into his back. Dean winced as he continued fucking me deeply. I squeezed my eyes shut as he fucked me through my orgasm. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum," I confessed. My orgasm peak not yet fading. I screamed with pleasure as his cum squirted inside me with force. His groans only made my orgasm continue. My vision went spotty, I've never had an orgasm last more than a few seconds.

His nails dripped my skin harshly before he pushed a final and very deep thrust into me. My orgasm subsided as I breathed heavily. Dean practically collapsed on top of me as his breath was quick. He leaned back to grin at me. I chuckled as I smiled, he leaned down kissing me sweetly. He pulled away still smiling before moving to lie down beside me. He opened his arms waiting for me. I giggled as I rolled to my side, hugging him happily. He rubbed random patterns onto my back as I smiled, my head on his chest.

"We should have done that months ago," He commented, I chuckled as I nodded. Why did it take us so long to finally do this? He kissed the top of my head and I could tell he was smiling. "You can say no but do you want to go on an actual date?" He asked, his voice a little nervous. I sat up to look at him, and he gulped, afraid of my answer. I smiled as I admired him.

"The Dean Winchester wants to date?" I asked, he chuckled as he shook his head.

"It's stupid, I shouldn't hav-," He tried but I interrupted him by kissing him.

"Shut up, of course I want to go on a date," I chuckled. He grinned at my words. He admired me, his smile never fading.

"Thank God. I would have cried," He joked. I laughed as I shook my head. "You want to stay here all day?" He asked temptingly. I sighed.

"God, I wish. I told Cas we were getting coffee." I winced wishing Cas had never opened the door and caught me. Dean groaned as he rolled his eyes. I smiled, admiring him. He's so fucking hot. Dean, the hot hunter wants to date me. I could scream with joy. I wish I had female friends to squeal with over this.

"Guess I'll have to sneak you back here later then," He shrugged before kissing me. I giggled into the kiss as his hand found my cheek keeping my lips on his. God, I could do this for hours and from Dean's hands I knew he didn't want to stop any time soon either. Fuck, he's perfect!

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Neteyam x Mute!reader - mesmerising

Part two:

A/N: sign language will be in bold

Neteyam was nervous the next day as he waited for you, it was late afternoon and he still hadn’t heard or seen anything of you and you felt defeated.

Ears flattened, he flicked his tail as a little he crouched by the water, looking at his reflection in the water.

Suddenly you were right in front of him, and he yelled jumping back, falling of the bridge over the other side into the water with a loud splash.

Smiling, you swam over and he surfaced, gasping for air as he brushed some hair from his face.

“You came!” He beamed.

You nodded your head.

I said I would teach you, of course I came.

He nodded his head, and you gestured for him to follow you so he did.

He noticed how you never made a sound, but your IIu came swimming up just the same.

Calling his, he climbed on and you waited patiently for him before you slowly started swimming out into the water.

Once you seemed far enough you stopped and turned your IIu to face him.

“So what’s our first lesson?” He smiled.

You gestured to the open space of water.

Go into the water.

He did as you said, and he looked up at you with soft eyes and a gentle smile on his face.

Water is gentle, beautiful. The water gives life and beauty to this world.

Neteyam nodded his head and carried on silently watching.

The way of water has no beginning and no end. The sea is around you, and in you. The sea is your home, before your birth and after your death. Our hearts beat in the womb of the world. Our breath burns in the shadow of the deep. The sea gives and the sea takes.

You stopped and slid down into the water, patting your IIu, you pointed and she swam away.

You must be in tune with the water, breath as it breaths.

You took deep breath, and he copied you, noticing that Neteyam wasn’t breathing nearly as deep as you and you let out a silent laugh.

Shaking your head, you swam over and placed a hand on his chest.

Neteyam tensed up, he was aware of your fingers on his skin, your palm pushed against his chest. He held his breath for just a second before he managed to regain his composure.

You took a deep breath, and he copied you and you shook your head.

No. Less gasping for air, more slowly. Feel the breath within you, feel it filling your body, connecting from your lungs to your feet. Picture it coming in and coming out.

Again he took a deep breath, and this time you smiled nodding your head.

The air is part of you, just as the water is.

“The air is part of me.” He repeated.

He took another deep breath.

The sea is your home. The sea gives and the sea takes.

“The sea is my home. The sea gives and the sea takes.”

You nodded, both of you stayed above the water slowly breathing in and out.

Follow me. Here.

You handed him one of the nets and he dived down with you.

You swam slowly, but Neteyam was captivated by how elegantly you moved, you moved as if you lived in the water all the time, as if the water was like your body.

You approached the sea floor, and you stopped, and he stopped behind you making you turned around, tail flicking slightly to keep you in place.

The others can teach you to call fish vocally, but it’s not about vocals. Sometimes you have to be quiet as there’s dangers in the sea.

How do you call fish quietly?

You smiled a little bit and he tilted his head a little in confusion.

Close your eyes, feeling the movement of the water. The way it moves when the fish swim by.

Neteyam closed his eyes and tried to feel the water moving around him but he couldn’t, he couldn’t feel anything except his arms, feet and tail moving to Lee him afloat.

He opened his eyes to talk to you, but he stopped when he noticed your eyes still closed, and he just stared at you.

You didn’t move, yet somehow you managed to stay completely still.

He watched as fish swam around you, and in the blink of an eye, you grabbed one, eyes opening to star at it.

You bowed your head a little, touching heads with the fish before you stabbed it and stopped it’s moments.

You closed your eyes, like you were saying a prayer, and you put the fish in the net before turning to him.

You mustn’t let an soul pass alone. You must allow them to pass in peace.

In peace?

I will explain after the hunt, come.

Neteyam followed you, watching as you hunter and he carried the fish back to the village, helping you distribute them.

Once it was done, you gestured for him to follow you and took him to the edge of the water and sat down.

He copied you.

“So, what we’re you doing with the fish.”

You must look them in the eye. Watch over them as their soul passes to rejoin Eywa once again. You must say a prayer for them, allowing them to pass in peace.

“A prayer?”

You nodded your head.

May Eywa take your soul and guide you home. Maybe you pass through the eye of Eywa to be reborn and live in peace. I thank you for your sacrifice. I apologise for what I must do yet you will not pass alone. I see you my friend, Eywa guide you.

“Woah…”

Neteyam knew a similar prayer he was taught when he was a child, but this one was different. This one held a deeper connection than the other he had heard.

Eywa guides us, she teaches us and guides our souls. She is the reason we breath, the reason we have food, we must thank the animals for the meal they provide.

“Oh I get it, yeah. It’s so they know they’re not alone when they pass.”

You smiled and nodded your head, running your fingers through the sand.

“How did you become such a good hunter?”

You looked at him.

Being unable to talk, I was always silent, I never made any noise. Eywa took my voice, but blessed me with a deep spiritual connection to the world, to the animals and all those that come in between.

Neteyam noticed how your ears flattened against your head and you titled your face down in sadness.

“Does it.. does it make you sad you can’t talk?”

No. Eywa works in mysterious ways. I know there is a reason she created me like this. Eywa gives and Eywa takes. She took my voice, but gifted me my hunting techniques.

Neteyam smiled at you as you looked up at him, and he noticed the little flick of your tail as your lips circled up in a small smile.

“Did you always want to be a hunter?”

You nodded.

Yes, but I always wanted to be a spiritual leader. My mother was a spiritual woman. I follow in my parents footsteps, a hunter and a guide, that is what I am.

“A guide? What’s a guide? I’ve never heard of that before.”

A guide is a role within our village, someone to help the souls of those who are dying pass in peace, we put them at ease. As a guide I can communicate with the animals and I commune with Eywa when the village needs advice.

“I heard you’re well respected in the village, is it because you’re the guide?”

Yes. All must be lead along the path to peace.

Neteyam couldn’t help but smile.

As a hunter he was taught that he was to be ruthless, aggressive, do anything to get the job done. It was kill or be killed.

Yet you weren’t like that.

You were gentle, kind, caring. You took your time and respected everything you only took what you needed and no more.

You looked away for a second before turning back to him.

Tell me about the forest.

Neteyam’s smile widened and he started to tell you everything about the forest and how he grew up, and you couldn’t help but smile.

You didn’t need to be able to talk for Neteyam to know you were listening, because as he looked at you, he couldn’t help but get lost in the softness of your eyes and the smile on your face

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