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I've had that in my head for a while now XD

Y/n would definitely kick Zoro's ass! I would too hahah

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Masterlist: One Piece

OP Shanks x Reader - the thing about age / nsfw

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OP Shanks x Reader - the thing about age

Warnings: Age gap…, big age gap (about 14 - 17 years), nsfw, slow burn, mutual attraction, very light dirty talk, Reader falls first but Shanks falls so much harder, icky pirate men, jealousy, Shanks is protective, sex in public.

Synopsis: It's never easy to fall in love with an older man, especially when he's so burned into your mind.

He had seen you for the first time in Makino's bar. You needed a job to earn some extra money. After all, it was never a bad thing to have some money in case of an emergency. Besides, Makino was a good friend of yours and you were really happy to help her out.

He hardly noticed you at first, even when Makino introduced you to him. You seemed shy and blushed slightly. But you had noticed him. His auburn hair, the mischief in his eyes and the broad grin on his handsome face. You weren't even put off by the fact that he was missing an arm. It only aroused your curiosity.

Oh how he had made you nervous without realizing it. You fell for him first, for the handsome pirate captain. But it would remain a crush forever. Because Shanks was much older than you, and not that 'it's only six years' older, but more than twelve years. Over ten years of experience and lifetime separated you. You felt like an invisible child around him.

But one day, one little thing changed. You were serving some nasty-looking, lice-ridden pirates. Shanks was sitting at the counter and seemed to be talking to Makino. She knew about your secret crushes, of course. But instead of judging you for it, she thought it was kind of sweet. But she also told you not to get your hopes up. Not even if you were much older. Shanks traveled a lot and only came by every few months, if at all. He wasn't really settled, yet he liked to flirt far too much. One thing that made you uneasy and kind of jealous. He never flirted with you. He never even saw you.

“What can I get you guys?” you asked the group and you felt the looks they were giving you. You weren't really dressed conspicuously. Nothing suggestive. Nevertheless, these men had hunger in their eyes, like ravenous sharks. Somehow you tried to hide your discomfort. You wanted to remain professional. Makino had often told you that you didn't have to serve some customers if you felt uncomfortable.

But you were tired of being seen as a child. You were more mature than some young women your age and you wouldn't let idiots like that spoil your mood.

“How about you, darling?” one of them slurred and you clenched your jaw. “No aviable,” you mumble, glaring at the others. Maybe they would have a normal answer to your question, but of course not. One of them grabbed you roughly by the arm, causing your note and pen to fall out of your hand.

Eyes wide and heart pounding, you looked in panic at the hand on your arm. It was far too close for you. You quickly tried to tear yourself away, but the cold, greasy hand on your arm stood firm.

“Let go of me!” you hiss, your voice shaky.

“Oh come on, sweetie. Stay a little longer. When's your shift over?” one of the men slurred, tears gathering in your eyes as you continue to struggle to free yourself from his grip.

“I said let me go!” your voice grew louder and more hysterical. Just for the amusement of those vile figures sitting at the table, grinning broadly. But their smiles disappeared pretty quickly as a shadow loomed behind you.

“Didn't you hear what she said? She told you to let her go,” that voice made you shudder too. It didn't tolerate any argument. As quickly as the hand touched you, it was gone again. No one willingly messed with the red Shanks. And the men quickly fled the bar, leaving you still trembling.

Suddenly, a hand placed itself on your shoulder. You immediately flinched until you heard a familiar voice.

“Are you all right?” Shank's worried gaze was on you. You shyly held your aching arm and hesitantly looked up at him. Your eyes met his for a millisecond and you could see genuine concern in his eyes. But nothing more. You were trapped in his eyes for a short time until you suddenly startled and said “Yes”. You quickly walked past him. It was just too much and uncomfortable for you. You could still feel Shank's eyes on you.

Something had changed since then. You felt like he saw you like a sister. Shanks looked after you every time he was in the bar with his crew. You had heard that they were staying a few more days to replenish supplies and rest. Life at sea was wild and stormy, even if it did have its sunny side. So it seemed like a nice change to have a few quiet days.

“Take care of yourself while I'm gone. Promise me that (Y/n)?” you continued to stare at him and just nodded. A few hours later, his ship had disappeared over the horizon, leaving you alone with your adolescent feelings.

It was a few months before Shanks reappeared with his crew. You had celebrated your seventeenth birthday a few days ago and to your surprise, he had even brought you something.

“I heard it was your birthday,” he grinned and handed you the little box. With warm cheeks, you hesitantly accepted it.

“That wasn't necessary, Captain Shanks. You know, you hardly know me. Besides, how did you know it was my birthday?”. His gaze flicked to Makino and a light went on in your head. When you opened the wooden box, your eyes widened. It was a necklace. But not a necklace made by rich people, it looked homemade. A leather strap with a pretty stone hanging from it.

“That's really pretty, thank you Captain,” your words made him smile.

“Shall I put it on you?” he asked and you nodded nervously. He took the necklace from your hand and gently brushed your hair to the side. His rough hands felt too forbiddingly good on the skin of your neck. You quickly tried to control your thoughts. It took almost an eternity when he put it on you, but only seconds passed and the next moment he was tousling your hair with a grin and leaving. Your heart sank again. Your feelings had hardly changed over the last few months. You had missed him. A grown man, way out of your league. How could a seventeen-year-old girl have any chance with a mature adult man?

That gesture with the hair alone only showed that he only saw you as a little sister, if that. In the evening, you served the rest of the guests, wiped the tables as you often did and tidied everything up. Only the red hair pirates were still here. You rubbed your face and joined them.

“When will you finally leave this place, (Y/n)? Yasopp looked at you questioningly and you didn't know what to say at first. You sat down on one of the wooden chairs, right next to the pirates.

“I have no reason to leave. My home is here,” you explained to him and he raised an eyebrow. You had never thought about your future. Why should you? You had a bed here and a roof over your head. Warm food and Makino. She had been your family for a long time.

“What would be a reason to leave?” Shanks suddenly asked, throwing you off balance for a moment.

“Love,” it was almost more of a question than a firm answer and the whole crew stared at you for a moment. No one said a word. At first they thought you were joking, but your serious face remained. Love, something pirates never felt they had to deal with.

“Love?” Shanks asked with a furrowed brow and your cheeks started to glow again. You just nodded silently and tried not to look him in the eye.

“That's really-” Yasopp started and Ben finished his sentence, ”Corny.” Now Crew was laughing, including Shanks. You rolled your eyes and stood up. Then you turned to them and looked at them with an offended face.

“For being almost twice as old as me, you're at least as stupid,” with these words you left. The pirates' laughter died down immediately. You didn't have the nerve to deal with it. Why should you? You could never talk about such things with men. You didn't notice how Shanks shouted after you that you should stay and that he didn't mean any harm.

But you didn't want to anymore. Your heart hurt and you were too exhausted to get upset. The sun was just setting and you were walking along the beach. Your eyes fell on the sea. When would these feelings finally disappear? Lost in thought, you played with the chain around your neck.

You sat on a small rock and looked out at the dark sea. You barely noticed the shadow approaching you. Until suddenly a shoulder bumped into yours. You automatically dodged.

“Forgive me, (Y/n). I didn't mean to laugh,” Shanks explained and you clenched your jaw, trying not to cry.

“But you did,” you said curtly. You could feel Shanks getting a little restless next to you. That wasn't really his style. He usually had a big mouth and always had a grin on his lips. What was upsetting him now?

“Do you think it's so ridiculous, Shanks? Love?” Your voice unconsciously got louder and you didn't realize it yourself. Shanks looked at you with wide eyes. It was the first time you raised your voice. You were usually such a nice and quiet girl.

“N-no, I don't think so,” he began hesitantly and your gaze remained fixed on the water. He was startled to see the tears running down your cheeks. Out of reflex, he did something you hadn't expected. He wiped your wet skin with the rough pad of his thumb. Your face jerked to the side as if you were trying to escape his touch.

It was just too much. You jumped up and wanted to leave. But Shanks held you firmly by the shoulder.

“(Y/n)…” his voice broke you. You wiped your tears away and looked over your shoulder for just a moment. You could only dimly make out his face. It was all the harder for you to say the following words: “Leave me alone, Shanks.”

You left him standing on the beach. And he was wordless for the first time in his life. What had just happened? You didn't show your face again for the next few days and even when Shanks' ship left the harbor, you weren't here to say goodbye. Something Shanks would not forget as his gaze remained fixed on the mainland.

How many years had passed? Two, three, maybe even four or five? You didn't really know. It had been far too long since you had last seen Shanks. But that night stayed in your mind. You felt bad, and you still did years later. Shanks didn't know about your feelings, but you bitched at him. He didn't deserve it. How stupid you were back then, but you were also hurt.

Tired, you poured beer and were lost in thought. Makino stood next to you and prepared food for the guests. You could feel their eyes on you in the meantime.

“What do you think?” you asked her.

“He hasn't been here for a long time, has he?”

You knew exactly when she meant him. Your heart clenched. You tried to get him out of your thoughts, you tried to close your heart. It was a waste of time. This man didn't want you. But he just wouldn't disappear from your mind.

Suddenly, men's voices sounded from outside, but you thought nothing of it. You had just turned your back to the door when the men sat down. Humming, you picked up your tablet and went to the table where the men were sitting.

"So, what can I get you? I-" you faltered as you looked up and straight into the many familiar eyes. A mop of red hair caught your eye and that mischievous look that looked up just as startled as yours.

"Shanks?..." you breathed, almost dropping your tray. Had this man grown even taller? He looked so much broader and even more grown up. Was that even possible? But Shanks didn't answer you. His gaze still lingered on your figure and slowly you became uneasy. His gaze was intense, but his facial expressions didn't even come close to revealing what he was thinking.

"I can't believe it! Is that our, (Y/n)?" laughed Yasopp, snapping you out of your stupor.

"Where's our little girl gone?" Ben joined in and laughed. You blushed and Shank's gaze, which was still on you, didn't make it any better.

"No more little girl, Ben. She's a woman now!" Yasopp nudged his captain.

"Isn' it Shanks?" This question also snapped the redhead out of his thoughts and for a moment he had to think about what was being said.

"Well, yes, gentlemen. You can't disappear for years and then look stupid when things change." After these words, she bought the men an extra round of the best alcohol you had. A cheer rang through the room.

You were still standing there rooted to the spot. Was that really true? Was Shanks really sitting there in front of you and his crew? That man had a lot of nerve. You sat at the bar and watched the crew partying. You knew they would stay much longer this time. Maybe even months.

"Hello, sunshine," Shanks popped up next to you and you tried to avoid his gaze. You just didn't know how to deal with it. His eyes bored into your side profile.

"It's been a long time," he whispers, leaning in your direction. You gulped, "It sure has."

Silence reigned for a moment when suddenly, out of nowhere, you said, "I'm sorry," at the same time.

You looked at each other in surprise at first, before a gentle smile spread across his face.

"Two idiots one thought," he quipped and you rolled your eyes.

"Well I only see one idiot here," you countered and you could have sworn Ben slurred 'My girl'. Shank's eyes twinkled. "Since when do you have such a sharp tongue?" Your eyes darkened at these words.

"Since you haven't shown your face for years, Captain," you grumble and avert your eyes. A pang of guilt immediately shot through Shanks.

"Listen, (Y/n). There's been a lot going on the last few years and after that night..., I didn't really think you'd want to see us..., me..., again," he tried to explain and you sighed.

"It wasn't your fault. It just wasn't a good day back then," you breathed, licking your lips. The redhead looked at you from the side. Then his eyes brightened again and he held out his hand to you.

"Let's start over and forget the whole thing. I'm Shanks," you looked at his remaining hand with puckered eyes. But his look melted your heart and you took it with a smile. "(Y/n)."

Shanks and you had become really good friends and you hardly noticed the age difference. You were far too much on the same wavelength. His crew noticed, of course, especially when Shanks was once again vigilantly watching over you as you tended to the guests.

"Lighten up a bit, Shanks," Yasopp said, squinting over at the redhead. His eagle eyes bored into the guy who'd been looking at you for about too long.

"Yasopp's right. She's not a kid anymore, plus you're not a couple," Ben chimed in now and Shanks just puffed.

"Maybe she's not a kid anymore. But look how she gets teased," he grumbled and his crew laughed uproariously and Shanks grimaced.

"Captain, you're not jealous, are you?" Shanks immediately stiffened and his hands clenched into fists. Was he jealous? He knew very well that you were neither together nor married. But you had triggered something in him that had activated his protective mode and since you had made up, he just wanted to look out for you. But he suppressed the way his body reacted to you.

He had noticed you on the first day. Back then. But when he found out your age from Makino, he immediately recoiled. You were far too young, you could have been his daughter. He had noticed the way you stared at him. Your innocent face, with the innocent eyes that radiated a longing. But he ignored it at first. It was wrong and his stomach had twisted with all the wrong feelings.

But when he saw how that disgusting guy had touched you and the pure panic in your eyes, he couldn't help himself. He had to help you. He felt responsible for you, even though he didn't know you. You were a stranger to him, but at the same time you were so familiar. But he would have loved to break this man's neck.

He saw the struggle in your eyes when he asked you if everything was all right and his gaze lingered on the door you had fled from after you had answered him far too curtly. Until one of his comrades spoke to him.

But now, years later, you were a woman. You were of age and your entire appearance had changed. Your body had become more sculpted, just like your face. It was so much more mature, but it still looked young. Cheeky, bright eyes had looked at him and a beautiful smile. The shyness seemed to have faded, although he always found her adorable.

Yes..., maybe he was jealous. Jealous of the way men looked at you, especially the younger ones. Stupid boys who thought they could have you for one night, but you refused to go with them. You rejected every single one of them. Most of the time even with a sharp tone when they annoyed you even more.

Today was one of those days when it was particularly bad. One of the young men was annoying you and Shanks was watching with a scowl. His crew just kept shaking their heads in amusement.

"I told you I'm not interested. So let it go now," you sigh, annoyed.

"Oh come on. I'm a good match!"

"I said no!" Your voice got louder, but this guy wasn't interested. He stood up and followed you.

"Is there someone else?" he asked suddenly and you stopped abruptly. You looked at him angrily.

"None of your business!", ooh if looks could kill.

"Come on, sweetie. Who's better than me? That old bastard over there?" He pointed his finger at Shanks and now you'd had enough.

"Don't call him that!" You shoved him with all your might and he actually staggered back a few steps. The bar went completely silent. All eyes were on you. His pride hurt, the stranger picked himself up and his expression was dark. He was actually about to strike out and hit you. You braced yourself for the pain and heard Makino scream, but he didn't come.

"Damn," the young man gritted and you opened your eyes only to see Shanks had grabbed his wrist. His gaze was cold. You could see the stranger's face go pale.

You could feel the warmth he radiated. This man was a giant. His scent enveloped you and you almost felt dizzy as it invaded your mind.

"If you harm a hair on her head, I promise you'll wish you were dead," his words were pure poison. Then Shanks let go of him.

"Get out of here and never show your face again."

"Shanks, you didn't have to do that," you sighed and glared at him. "Thanks."

Shanks' gaze immediately softened when he saw you. The shock was still deep in your veins, but it would go away.

"You really should take care of yourself," he said with a sigh and you grinned cheekily and nudged his arm.

"I've got you, Captain," Shanks did start to grin at your statement. You cheeky girl, but you were so right. He would always protect you, no matter how well you took care of yourself. He would always be there for you.

"I'd have to be around you all the time for that, though," he purred sweetly and his comrades' jaws dropped open. He's flirting?

"You are all the time since you've been here anyway," you giggled and Shanks put his arm around your shoulder. His eyes sparkled.

"Come on, I'm irresistible," he teased you.

"Captain!!!" his crew yelled and you laughed out.

"You might be ancient, Shanks," you took his arm off your shoulders. He looked indignant.

"For being so old, you were quite defensive of me earlier," he countered and you blushed.

"Of course, because I'm the only one who's allowed to call you an old git," you grinned and Shanks shook his head in amusement.

Flirting was becoming commonplace. Shanks tried to break you. You flirted back, but you remained stubborn and kept him at arm's length.

"Do you believe in love at first sight - or should I come in again?" Shanks sat at the bar and looked at you with a grin. You were polishing glasses. Your eyes rolled and you shook your head.

"Sorry, I don't have my glasses on today," you said back and you could hear giggles from his crew, who were watching the whole thing with amusement.

"Wouldn't you and I look lovely as marzipan figurines on a wedding cake?" Shanks waggled his eyebrows. You cleared a glass and turned to him.

"Isn't getting married a bit late for you, Shanks?"

You heard Yasopp shoot his beer out of his mouth and nose when he heard your answer. His laughter echoed through the room. Shanks' eyebrow twitched as you called him old again. Stop seeing and calling him that. Did you really think he was old, did you really see him that way?

"Shanks?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he saw your questioning look.

"Have you swallowed your tongue, Captain?" you asked sweetly and he narrowed his eyes.

"No, but you're welcome to swallow something."

"Captain!!! THAT'S GOING TOO FAR!!!"

You felt yourself falter. A triumphant grin appeared on Shank's face. You lost yourself for a moment. He looked so fucking good.

"You, I don't like swallowing," you said quietly and casually and Shanks tilted his head. You avoided his gaze.

"It tastes awful," you confessed to him and you didn't notice his expression change. Something inside him tensed up, did you already have something? How else would you know or had you just heard it? A thousand images circled in his mind. Had you already had sex? With who?

He became restless inside and jealousy rose up in him.

"I mean," you clear your throat sheepishly. "That's the only experience I have", you confessed to him and Shank's eyes widened. You were still a virgin? At the same time, he had relaxed so enormously and he exhaled heavily subconsciously.

"You've never had sex before?" he asked in a whisper and you wondered how you could have started this topic. Maybe the innermost thought was to make him jealous. If only he knew you were still waiting for him.

"Yes."

"Why?""It was never the right one," you told him, giving him a weak smile. But that answer wasn't enough for Shanks.

"Who's right for you?" the question burst out of him. You sighed and shrugged your shoulders.

"I don't know," you lied and Shanks clenched his jaw. He held out hope that you meant him. That you were saying his name. But why was he getting his hopes up? You probably had no interest in him, you saw him as a best friend. And as an old man. If only he knew how much you wanted to shout his name. Wanted to tell him it was him. All this time, for years. That you were still waiting for him yourself, not having sex with other men because none of them were him. The first time you touched yourself, the first thing that rolled off your lips was his name when you came.

That evening you locked the door and were about to go home. Suddenly Shanks was standing behind you. He looked like he was waiting for you. There was a big grin on his face. You looked at him in amazement.

"Fancy a walk with the old man?" he joked, holding out his hand to you. You looked at it again hesitantly and then took it. His hand was rough and warm. You immediately felt at ease, even though it was just a small, innocent touch. The red-haired man pulled you with him and eventually you entwined your arm in his. You realized how you felt like you did back then. Like a young girl, next to her crush. Only years later.

"Shanks, I'm just kidding about the 'old man', you know that, right?" you started to say as you arrived at the beach. The last rays of sun were just setting on the horizon and it was getting dark.

"Of course."

"Liar!" you said and gently pushed him. On his lips a soft smile, giving you butterflies."Honest question, (y/n). Do you really think I'm old?" his eyes fixed on your face and you frowned. It did seem to bother him somehow.

"No," you whisper, "I don't think you're old."

"I'm almost twice your age," he countered and you shrugged your shoulders.

"So what? It's kind of just a number, isn't it? I mean..., we joke around together and talk like we're the same age, but it's just because we're on the same wavelength. I feel comfortable with you," you tried to explain and Shanks could feel his heart beating faster.

"You're comfortable with me?" you giggled and looked at him."Of course! I mean, you've looked after me so many times now and you almost ripped the guy's head off the other day. How can I not feel comfortable and safe with you?" You laugh and now Shanks has to grin even wider.

You didn't realize how dark clouds were gathering over you. It would certainly rain soon. And suddenly the first raindrops began to fall. You looked up at the sky and a few minutes later the drops multiplied. Shanks held his cloak protectively over your head and you walked close to him.

"I know a narrow cave near here," he said against the wind and you just nodded and followed him. It was already far too late to go back. You had been walking for so long that the cave was closer. But the cave was much smaller than you expected and you only just had enough room. It was far too narrow and you couldn't fit a leaf between you and Shanks. There was lightning outside and you were standing in the rock face, soaked. You tried to calm your pulse as the man's warmth was now even stronger.

"I used to fit in here better when I was younger," Shanks joked and you rolled your eyes.

"Must have been a long time, you prankster," you sighed and could feel goose bumps forming on your wet skin. Shanks had placed his hand next to your head, which made you even more uneasy. There was a silence that was almost too loud. There was hardly any light in the crevice.

Only the light of the flash flickered on and off, otherwise you could make out faint outlines of the man in front of you.He could hear your breathing, heavy and unsteady. Just like your heartbeat. It made his blood glow. Was it him that made you so nervous?"

Are you afraid of thunderstorms?" he asked and you shook your head. "No."

"(Y/n)," he began, moving slightly. You could feel his hips rubbing against yours and you almost gasped. You bit your lips quickly, but he had heard it. So it was true. You reacted like that because of him. His eyes were now slowly becoming more and more accustomed to the darkness Wet hair stuck to your face. You flinched as he suddenly wiped a wet strand from your face. His touch ignited a fire that had been there all along. But the hand didn't disappear, it stayed on your cheek.

Unconsciously, you leaned into his touch. Your one hand moved to his chest while the other carefully took his hand.

"Shanks," you whispered and you could roughly see his eyes staring at you. His warm breath came closer to you and your body squirmed under his gaze. He gasped softly as you accidentally rubbed too hard against his loins. You swallowed. He released his hand from yours and gently ran it up your collarbone, over your neck. You held your breath sharply.

Heat flooded your body and you pressed against him. You felt how wet you were getting between your legs, just being near him made you so weak for him. Your clitoris throbbed and you could feel your labia swelling.

"How wet are you for me already, (Y/n)?" he suddenly asked in a hotter voice and you swallowed hard. His breath was so close to you and you moaned softly as the tip of his nose ran over your neck. His voice was a raspy whisper.

"Shanks," you gasp softly. "We can't do this..., I-," he interrupted you as his lips almost brushed yours. Your eyes were clouded with pure lust and the rush of finally feeling the other.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment," he confessed and your eyes widened.

"What?" It took strength to keep your voice steady. You pressed yourself against the cold stone wall and searched his eyes. He sighed heavily.

"I always thought you didn't even know I existed, at least at first," you confessed and Shanks sighed heavily.

"I was aware of you, (Y/n). But your age scared me off and I think you know why," he whispers, his nose still buried in your neck. His soft lips brush against your heated skin.

"I tried to see you as a little sister, a friend. But I always had my eye on you and wanted you to be safe. Then when we saw each other again after years, something changed. But I always thought you saw me as an old man now," he confessed and you sighed.

"I never saw you as an old man, Shanks. You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen and since the first day I saw you I've never been able to get you out of my mind.... . I'm fascinated by you, by your experience, your looks and also your age," you confessed and you heard Shanks inhale sharply. Suddenly he opened his lips and you could feel his warm tongue, which felt almost cold on your skin. You moaned and ground your hips against him as he licked over your jugular.

"You want to know who's the right one, Shanks? It was always you..., every day I waited for you, pushed every man away from me because none of them were like you," the words just rolled off your lips and now Shanks broke away from your neck. His eyes searched yours.

"I fucking want you! All these years I've wanted you to see me, to touch me, to make me yours!" The next moment his lips crashed hard against yours and you clawed at his neck. Shank's hand moved to the back of your neck and held you in his iron grip.

You moaned when his tongue touched yours. Oh he tasted so heavenly. They whirled around eagerly, but you had to separate. Breathing heavily, your foreheads leaned against each other. His rough cheek caressed yours and his arm was now wrapped tightly around your body. And you liked it. You liked how close you were to him now.His nose brushed yours and his gaze caught yours. His eyes were dark with lust.

"Let me feel how wet you are. Just once. I have to..., no I want to know. I want to feel it." This statement made you groan. You pulled away from him as best you could.

Then you gently took his pants and let them slide into your pants. Immediately his thick fingers sank into your wet and swollen lips. He gasped darkly as he realized how wet you were, and all because of him.

"Oh (Y/n)," he bit his lips as he saw your lust-filled face. Your eyelids were half-lowered, looking up at him. Then suddenly he thrust a finger into you and your mouth fell open. Shortly after, a second one joined in.

"Shanks!" you couldn't hold back the moan any longer. The feeling of his fingers inside you was too intoxicating. You wanted to be filled by him so eagerly.

"I want you so much, (y/n). So, so much. But not now," he gasped, pressing his covered, hard cock against you. You gave him a disappointed look. But you could guess why. He had to get back to sea soon.

"Promise me you'll wait for me. I will come back, I will come back to you and then I will finally make you mine. I will then be yours forever," he kissed your cheek gently and released his fingers from you. You watched, fascinated, as he licked them clean.

"I'll wait for you, even if it takes years," you whispered and the next moment his lips were on yours again.Humming, you put the laundry basket down and hung the white sheet over the line. There was a light breeze, otherwise it was silent. Makino wasn't home and you enjoyed the time alone, partly.

It's been almost two years since you last saw Shanks. In the cave. Since then, he had been on the high seas and you had waited for him. You rejected every man. The longing almost consumed you, but the chain on your neck gave you confidence.

You heard the sound of the sea, but the sheets blocked your view. A ship gently docked at the edge of the jetty. You continued to hum your made-up song as footsteps approached. A shadow loomed behind a layer and suddenly it was pulled aside. Intense eyes gazed at the back of your head. You sensed its presence and your head tilted slightly in its direction. Your eyes met and before you could open your mouth to say anything, he rushed towards you and pressed his lips firmly to yours.

You dropped laundry as you staggered back and fell into the pile of laundry. A laugh escaped your lips as you noticed the

mess. You were allowed to do the laundry again."You took your time, Captain," you whisper against his lips.

"But you kept your promise," and the next moment you press your lips against his. He didn't take his time either and his tongue invaded your mouth. You moaned and clung to him. As if by magic, you started to take off your clothes. You didn't care if anyone could see you. You just wanted him.

His lips wandered along your neck. You buried your fingers in his red hair and savored the feeling of his closeness. Shanks' lips slid further down and you could feel his warm breath between your legs.

"Shanks," you moaned and he just grinned rakishly at you.

"Relax, sunshine. We've got all the time in the world."Out of nowhere, he suddenly pressed his mouth to your wet pussy. An overwhelming feeling came over you and you greedily pushed your pelvis towards him. As if you were his lifeblood, he licked you without pause. You could feel something tightening inside you, but just as quickly, he let go of you and you sighed in disappointment. Shanks laughed, his chin smeared with your juices and the sight of him only made you hotter.

You spread your legs before he could and it wasn't even seconds when he was between your legs. His lips greedily on yours. You could taste yourself on his lips. A moan escaped you. You were an impatient mess of emotions, frustration and desire. Quickly, Shanks penetrated you. You were so wet for him that he slid into you effortlessly.

In sync, you moaned and he began to move his hips. Your legs snaked over his hips to feel him even deeper inside you. Your panting mingled with the sound of your wet pussy nestling tightly around him. Greedy and longing for more. More of him. At last he saw you, at last you could feel his hands on your body, his lips on yours. At last you were his and he was yours.

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SPN Lucifer x Reader - a kiss for every good deed

Warnings: Kissing, it gets a little sweeter at the end, nice Lucifer

Synopsis: When Lucifer refuses to help you on a hunt, you offer him a kiss in return. Was that a good idea?

“We don't need him to manage this hunt,” Dean growled, pointing at the devil who was sitting at the table with a smug grin, listening to you argue.

“But Dean, he's got enough power to help us with this vampire nest,” you try to persuade him, but the Winchester didn't exactly look enthusiastic and more importantly; convinced. You huffed in annoyance and turned to Lucifer, who looked at you with sparkling eyes.

“Come on Lucifer, help us,” you begged him. The angel's grin only widened when he realized you were almost begging him. But he shook his head. For him, the whole thing was just a game and he especially liked to make you squirm.

Sam looked back and forth between Dean and you and was about to say something until Dean spoke up again: “You see (Y/n), he's not going to help us. We've dealt with vampires before. This time we'll do it too,” these were Dean's final words and you looked at him uncomprehendingly.

He was right that you had dealt with vampires before, but this time there were more of them and they weren't creatures to be underestimated. You were about to resist when Dean disappeared from the room. Sam put a hand on your shoulder with an encouraging face and followed his brother.

You took a deep breath and exhaled, then turned to face the devil. His mischievous eyes looked at you openly and cheekily.

“What can I do to get you to help us, you stubborn devil?” you said, sitting down on a chair next to him. Lucifer tilted his head and made an exaggerated, thoughtful gesture. He tapped his lower lip. You rolled your eyes.

“There won't be anything you can give me, little dove. I like watching Dean fail,” he scoffed and you just looked at him dumbly. Until a thought occurred to you.

“A kiss.”

At those words, Lucifer's brows drew upwards and even his eyes widened. Had he just heard that right?

“A kiss? Sweetheart, a kiss with the devil is like entering into a pact,” he said, grinning broadly, almost diabolically, but your gaze remained steadfast.

“I can handle that.”

Now he just raised an eyebrow and looked at you intently, as if he was looking for you to hesitate. Then you held out your hand to him and his blue eyes followed your movement.

“For every hunt you help us, you get a kiss. Deal?” He looked at your hand for a while longer before taking it in his and nodding.

“We have a pack, sweetheart.”

“But no tongue,” you grumble and Lucifer wiggled his eyebrows, ”I won't promise anything.”

And sure enough, Lucifer appeared in the middle of the action when you were surrounded by vampires. Much to the astonishment of Dean and Sam. They were all the more shocked when Lucifer turned to you with a grin, stretched out his arms and you walked towards him. He was so ready to feel your lips on his, but you pressed your lips against his rough, cold cheek.

Dean's jaw almost dropped to the floor and Sam's eyebrows shot up. While the angel looked at you, almost pouting. He had expected otherwise.

“We didn't say where I should kiss you,” you grinned mischievously at him and grabbed his chin with your upturned hand. You gently squeezed his cheeks and he just looked at you. His light beard was rough under your touch.

“Naughty girl,” he said as you let go of his cheeks and walked back to the car. But his cheek was still tingling where your lips had been just a few minutes ago.

And so it went on and on. He helped you and got a kiss from you on his cheek. And the devil liked it. It made him addicted and curious. Curious about how your lips would feel on his.

The brothers were rather critical of the whole thing, but you skillfully ignored Dean's words of warning.

“Stop playing with me, worm,” you almost turned to him in offense at that nickname as you were in the middle of reading a book. Lucifer leaned against the doorframe and looked at you with a gaze you couldn't interpret. You looked at him with innocent eyes, but also because you honestly didn't know what he meant.

He grumbled in annoyance and stepped towards you. You tensed, waiting to see what he would do next.

“Lucifer,” you started and he shook his head.

“No, (y/n). No Lucifer,” he leaned down towards you so that your faces were only inches apart. Your pulse quickened and you wondered if maybe the action from last time had been too much of a fall. Lucifer grinned.

“No, that action wasn't too excessive, dove. But I think you sometimes forget who you're dealing with,” his voice became a hiss and your cheeks burned.

“Just one more hunt, Lucifer. Then let's drop the deal… okay?” you pressed out and you could feel your throat constrict while Lucifer's menacing gaze was still on your face. Oh God, he was so close to you that you could almost feel his cold skin. Nervously, you licked your lips.

The devil seemed to be brooding and for a millisecond that you hadn't noticed, his eyes turned red. He pulled back and nodded.

“Good, one more hunt.”

Then he was gone.

You stood nervously in front of the old warehouse. Your pulse was racing. You wondered if Lucifer would really come. Maybe he was disgusted that you were giving him a kiss. Maybe he was just curious to see what it was like. After all, angels weren't made for love. But Lucifer was no ordinary angel.

“You guys ready?” asked Dean, and Sam and you nodded. Well the hunt was reasonably successful. You'd gotten some hard time, and not just once. Although Lucifer had come to help you again, he couldn't help you in time.

Groaning in pain, you leaned against a tree and held your arm, blood now flowing down it. Your eyelids became heavy and you vaguely noticed how Dean spoke to you. His worried eyes scrutinized you and now something else came into your field of vision.

You briefly had the feeling that glowing, red eyes were coming towards you, but the glow quickly cooled and Lucifer's face appeared. There really was worry in his eyes too.

“You stupid human,” he cursed, eyeing your injury. You smiled weakly at him, but you were too weak to form words. Lucifer offered to help you. He could take away your pain, and he did. Warmth flooded your body as he healed you. But it was all too much for your body and you passed out.

Hours later, you woke up, only to be startled the next moment when the devil stood next to your bed and looked at you.

“Do you have to scare me like that?” you asked him and were about to throw a pillow at him. He looked at you mockingly.

“Easy for you to say. Who almost died today and gave us all a scare?” he asked curtly and you sighed as you rubbed your aching head.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what happened,” you whispered and briefly your eyes fell back on the man next to you. ”Thank you.”

The words came shakily from your lips. You were still dazed. But you hadn't forgotten how that bastard had saved your life.

“But I'm your bastard! And you're welcome!” He spread your arms and you actually had to laugh a little. Lucifer sat down next to you and you could feel his powerful presence again.

“But you know you still owe me one,” he grinned broadly and you nodded.

“A kiss.”

“A kiss,” he nodded.

Weakly, you leaned towards him, having to support yourself on his shoulder, wanting to give him a kiss on the cheek. Lucifer gently supported you, holding you by the hips. But before you could reach his skin, the fallen angel pressed his cold lips to yours.

Your eyes widened, but you quickly relaxed. You leaned into the kiss and a calmness flowed through your body. But Lucifer wanted more and his tongue invaded your mouth. You gasped and held on to his shoulders because you were still so weak. As if in slow motion, you slowly pulled away from each other. And suddenly it was even colder when his lips were no longer touching yours.

Still surprised, you looked at the devil. His eyes rested gently on yours and he carefully stroked your cheek. You shuddered.

“A deal with the devil isn't so bad after all,” you quipped and Lucifer's eyes twinkled.

“Be careful what you say, little dove.”

[hornedstorys]

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔/𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆... 𝑰𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏...

[hornedstorys]

Jake Sully x Human Reader - It looks Kinda… hot

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Warnings: slight sexual tension(?), flirting, friends to lovers, age gap ca 4-6 years, somehow Jake has a little zoomi in between hahah, slight make out (but that damn breathing mask…)

Synopsis: Jake comes to visit you and you fool around a bit. He tries to scare you with his fangs, but somehow his wild look makes him look more hot than scary.

Somehow I can't really find stories with Jake x Reader that appeal to me. That's why I just write some myself now hehe.

“Are you ready?” Jake's voice comes through to you and you look up. You were working on a drawing for a book about the plants of Pandora. There was so much to explore and you tried to draw each plant and write a kind of profile. You drew the last line and turned to the tall Na'vi who was standing very crouched in your room. He was far too tall and had barely made it through the door.

Jake and you had been friends for ages, despite the age difference. You got on well and joked and laughed a lot together. He often took you into the jungle of Pandora so that you could sketch the plants and animals there.

You looked at him with a grin. “Of course!” you quickly packed your bags and packed your drawing things. You grabbed your breathing mask and you were definitely ready and motivated. Jake looked at you with amusement as you rushed past him, full of excitement.

“Slow down, (y/n)! We still have all day,” but you had already disappeared out the door. Shaking his head, he followed you. You put on your mask.

“No avatar body?” he asked and you shook your head.

“I can draw better this way. Try holding a small pencil with huge hands and drawing,” you giggle and you've already disappeared outside. You could feel the air hitting your skin and you wished you could walk around without a mask and without an avatar body. You could feel Jake coming up behind you and putting his big hand on your head. His ears twitched forward and his open eyes looked at you gently.

“Show me your sketchbook,” you handed it to him and he flipped through it carefully. The last page you used was not yet complete. It only had the name of the plant on it, but the drawing and dates were missing.

“I know where we can find this flower, but we have to walk a bit,” Jake said, handing you the book again. You put your hands on your hips and took a deep breath. As much as you loved Pandora, walking through the jungle was still hell as a human, most of the time.

“I can do that, no problem,” you could almost feel Jake eyeing you skeptically, but you avoided eye contact and defiantly strode forward.

“Wrong direction,” the Na'vi raised a brow mockingly and you rolled your eyes. Of course it was the wrong direction and somewhat embarrassed, you walked beside him, or at least tried to. His steps were much larger than yours. It doesn't take long before you ran out of breath and had to stop short. Jake heard it and turned to you. He looked at you almost pityingly.

“You should have taken your avatar, would you like to take a break?” His voice sounded concerned and he approached you. Your breathing started to calm down again and you looked at him gently.

“I'm fine, Jake. To be honest, I'm always happy when I don't have to take the Avatar. I'd also like to get to know this world as a human, as myself. This blue body feels so strange sometimes,” you explain to him and Jake looks at you understandingly.

“Besides…, a break doesn't sound so bad,” you sigh. Now a soft smile graced Jake's lips again and you settled down by a waterfall. You stretched out your legs and enjoyed the sun's rays, which somehow managed to penetrate the treetops. How you wish you could have taken off that mask to feel it even better.

Jake watched you curiously. Sometimes he wondered how he was lucky enough to know you. You were his best friend and it always made him happy when he saw you so content. Apart from that, you always fired back as soon as he made stupid jokes with you and sometimes about you. You were so busy drawing in your book that you didn't notice the mischief forming in Jake's eyes.

Suddenly Jake opened his mouth and hissed at you. His double fangs gleamed dangerously at you and when he closed his mouth to look at you, you just looked at him with a fascinated expression. He tilted his head with his eyebrows furrowed.

“Not scary?” He asked and you started to think hard. “Uh no, not a bit. It has the opposite effect. It looks kinda… Hot,“ there was a brief silence before you continued: '”Can I sit on your face?”.

You meant that last one rather jokingly, but Jake's eyes widened and his ears twitched. His mouth was slightly open when you lifted your finger. You pressed the palm of your index finger against his canine tooth and quickly pulled it away. A tiny drop of blood came out of the puncture wound. You lifted your finger and held it in front of his face. “Yep, they're definitely spikey.”

His look was still puzzled. That one question in particular echoed in his head and you couldn't help but laugh at the sight of him.

“Calm down Jake, that was just a joke. I would never want to do that to you,” now Jake shook his head to regain his senses.

“You're pretty brave to say something like that, young lady,” he looked at you with mock seriousness and you tried to push him away by the shoulder, but he remained seated like a stone. Of course he did.

“You have a sharp tongue often enough Jake. I say something perverted once and it's the end of the world?” You raised your eyebrow with a grin and looked at the blue giant next to you. It wasn't the perversity itself that made him think, but the hope he had that it would become reality. The reality that there would be more between you than just friendship.

“No, it's not the end of the world,” he breathed, keeping his smile on his lips. Then he suddenly stood up and held out his hand to you.

“Let's go on, you still want to find your plant,” you took his hand, puzzled. You felt something change in him and you wondered if you had said something wrong. But somehow you didn't have the courage to ask him about it.

After almost an hour, you finally found this plant and you were finally able to immortalize it. Jake looked over your shoulders, curious as a child. His feline eyes large and attentive. You felt his warm breath on your bare shoulder. The weather was so warm today that you had to wear a tank top or you probably would have died.

His closeness made you nervous, probably because you had enjoyed his closeness too much. His dark strands that had strayed from his light braid gently caressed your bare skin and you shivered.

Suddenly Jake opened his mouth slightly again and pressed his canines gently against your skin. You shuddered as goose bumps spread across your arms. It was meant to be playful and you had to giggle as he looked at you like a hyper cat.

“Jake! you crazy guy!” you laughed and gently he released his teeth from your sensitive skin and grinned at you. His face moved closer to yours again as he glanced at your sketchbook once more.

You felt comfortable and safe around him and carefully removed your mask. Now you leaned your cheek against his. His skin was warm and smooth. You could feel and hear Jake breathing in and out deeply. He really enjoyed this gesture and a slight smile crept onto his lips. You loosened your grip slightly and put the mask back on. Damn thing!

“Beautiful,” Jake breathed and you were about to say thank you, but when you turned your head, you stared straight into his eyes. How long had he been looking at you? Somehow you had the feeling that he wasn't talking about the drawing.

His ears twitched and you were caught in each other's gaze, but the next moment, he lifted your mask again and did something that surprised you both. His soft lips gently brushed your cheek. It was a sweet caress and you felt your cheeks heat up. When your mask was back in place, you looked up at him.

“Jake…” you breathed and your eyes searched his. The next moment you tore the mask from your face. The next moment your lips were on his. Startled, Jake opened his eyes. You pressed your lips against his as hard as you could to feel every inch of his skin, but you realized you were running out of air and Jake quickly pushed the mask back into your face.

You greedily inhaled the oxygen, but you didn't want to stop yet. Again you took that annoying thing off your face and took Jake's face in your hands and pressed your lips to his again. Jake immediately grabbed you and lifted you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. Gently, his tongue slipped between your lips and you would have moaned if you weren't slowly running out of breath again.

Still in the same position, Jake grabbed the mask and you put it back on. Almost overdoing it, you inhaled the oxygen and filled your lungs with it. Jake's forehead leaned slightly against yours and you both closed your eyes. That had definitely been an unplanned turn of events, but neither of you had complained about it.

His grip was tight around your small body, as if he was afraid you might disappear.

“I guess the chances of you sitting on my face aren't so small now, are they?” A broad grin spread across his lips and flashed his flawless teeth, especially his canines.

You just shook your head in amusement and grinned at him. “How about you take me out to dinner first?”

[hornedstorys]

Jake Sully x Human Reader - Es sieht irgendwie... heiß aus

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Warnungen: leichte sexuelle Spannung(?), flirten, Friends to lovers, Age gap ca 4-6 Jahre, irgendwie hat Jake zwischendurch einen kleine zoomi hahah, leichtes Make out (aber diese verdammte Atemmaske...)

Inhalt: Jake kommt dich besuchen und ihr blödelt etwas herum. Er versucht dir mit seinen Fangzähnen Angst einzujagen, sich irgendwie sieht er mit seinem wilden Blick eher heiß aus, als Angsteinflößend.

Irgendwie finde ich nicht wirklich Storys mit Jake x Reader, die mich ansprechen. Deswegen schreibe ich jetzt einfach selber welche hehe.

"Bist du bereit?", Jakes Stimme dringt zu dir hindurch und du hast aufgesehen. Du saßt gerade an einer Zeichnung für ein Buch über die Pflanzen von Pandora. Es gab so viel zu erkunden und du hast versucht jede Pflanze nachzumalen und eine Art Steckbrief zu verfassen. Du hast den letzten Strich gemalt und dich zu dem großen Na'vi umgedreht, der sehr geduckt in deinem Zimmer stand. Er war viel zu groß und hatte es gerade so durch die Tür geschafft.

Jake und du wart schon seid Ewigkeiten befreundet, trotz des größeren Altersunterschiedes. Ihr habt euch gut verstanden und habt viel miteinander gewitzelt und gelacht. Außerdem hatte er dich oft mit in den Jungel von Pandora genommen, damit du die Pflanzen und Tiere dort skizzieren konntest.

Du hast ihn grinsend angesehen. "Natürlich!", du hast schnell deine Taschen gepackt und deine Zeichensachen eingepackt. Du hast dir deine Atemmaske genommen und du warst definitiv bereit und motiviert. Jake sah dich amüsiert an, als du an ihm vorbeigesaust bist, voller Aufregung.

"Mach langsam, (Y/n)! Wir haben noch den ganzen Tag Zeit", doch du warst schon aus der Tür verschwunden. Kopfschüttelnd folgte er dir. Du hast dir die Maske augfgesetzt.

"Kein Avatarkörper?", er fragte nach und du schüttelst den Kopf.

"Ich kann so besser zeichnen. Versuch mal mit riesigen Händen einen kleinen Stift zu halten und zu zeichnen", kicherst du und schon warst du nach draußen verschwunden. Du spürtest die Luft, die gegen deine Haut stieß und du wünschtest dir, einmal ohne Maske rumlaufen zu können und ohne Avatarkörper. Du konntest Jake spüren, der hinter dir auftauchte und seine große Hand auf deinen Kopf legte. Seine Ohren zuckten nach vorne und seine offenen Augen blickten dich sanft an.

"Zeig mir dein Skizzenbuch", du hast es ihm gegeben und er blätterte es vorsichtig durch. Die letzte Seite, die du benutzt hast war noch nicht vollständig. Es stand lediglich nur der Name der Pflanze darauf, aber es fehlte die Zeichnung und die Daten.

"Ich weiß, wo wir diese Blume finden, aber wir müssen ein Stück laufen", sagte Jake und reichte dir wieder das Buch. Du hast deine Hände in die Hüften gestemmt und tief eingeatmet. So sehr du Pandora geliebt hast, dass Wandern durch den Jungel war dennoch als Mensch die Hölle, meistens.

"Das schaffe ich, kein Problem", du hast fast gespürt wie Jake dich skeptisch musterte, aber du hast den Blickkontakt vermieden und bist trotzig vorangeschritten.

"Falsche Richtung", spöttisch hob der Na'vi eine Braue und du hast die Augen verdreht. Natürlich war es die falsche Richtung und etwas verlegen, bist du neben ihm gelaufen oder hast es zumindest versucht. Seine Schritte waren viel größer als deine. Es dauert nicht lange, bis dir die Puste ausging und du kurz stehen bleiben musstest. Jake hörte es und drehte sich zu dir um. Fast etwas mitleidig sah er dich an.

"Du hättest deinen Avatar nehmen sollen, möchtest du eine Pause machen?", seine Stimme klang besorgt und er kam auf dich zu. Deine Atmung fing an sich wieder zu beruhigen und du hast ihn sanft angesehen.

"Mir geht es gut, Jake. Ehrlichgesagt bin ich immer froh, wenn ich den Avatar mal nicht nehmen muss. Ich würde diese Welt auch gerne als Mensch kennenlernen, als ich selbst. Dieser blaue Körper fühlt sich manchmal so fremd an", erklärst du ihm und Jake sah dich verstehend an.

"Außerdem..., klingt eine Pause gar nicht mal so schlecht", du seufzt. Nun zierte wieder ein sanftes Lächeln Jakes Lippen und ihr habt euch an einem Wasserfall niedergelassen. Du hast die Beine ausgestreckt und die Sonnenstrahlen genossen, die es irgendwie schafften durch die Baumwipfel zu dringen. Wie gerne hättest du diese Maske ausgezogen, um es noch besser zu spüren.

Jake beobachtete dich neugierig. Manchmal fragte er sich, wie er das Glück haben konnte, dich zu kennen. Du warst seine beste Freundin und es machte ihn immer glücklich, wenn er dich so zufrieden sah. Mal davon abgesehen hast du immer zurück gefeuert, sobald er dumme Witz mit dir und auch mal über dich machte. Du warst so beschäftigt damit, in deinem Buch zu zeichnen, dass du nicht bemerktest wie sich der Schalk in Jakes Augen bildete.

Plötzlich riss Jake sein Maul auf und fauchte dich an. Seine doppelten Eckezähne glänzten dich gefährlich an und als er seinen Mund schloss, um dich anzuschauen, hattest du ihn nur mit fasziniertem Blick angesehen. Er legte mit zusammengezogenen Augenbrauen, den Kopf schief.

"Nicht angsteinflößend?" Fragte er und du hast angefangen, gespielt stark, nachzudenken. "Äääh nein, kein bisschen. Es bewirkt eher das Gegenteil. Es sieht eher irgendwie... heiß aus", kurz war Stille, ehe du weitersprachst: "Darf ich mich auf dein Gesicht setzen?".

Das Letzte hast du eher scherzend gemeint, doch Jakes Augen wurden größer und seine Ohren zuckten. Sein Mund stand leicht offen, als du deinen Finger hobst. Du hast die Fingerfläche deines Zeigefingers gegen seinen Eckzahn gedrückt und ihn schnell wieder weggezogen. Ein winziger Blutstropfen kam aus der Einstichwunde. Du hast deinen Finger gehoben und in vor sein Gesicht gehalten. "Jap, die sind definitiv spitz."

Sein Blick war noch immer verdutzt. Vor allem diese eine Frage hallte in seinem Kopf wieder und du musstest bei seinem Anblick auflachen.

"Beruhig dich Jake, dass war nur ein Witz. Das würde ich dir niemals antun wollen", nun schüttelte Jake den Kopf um wieder zur Besinnung zu kommen.

"Du bist ganz schön mutig, so etwas zu sagen, junges Fräulein", gespielt ernst sah er dich an und du hast versucht ihn an der Schulter wegzuschubsen, doch er blieb wie ein Stein sitzen. Natürlich.

"Du hast auch oft genug eine scharfe Zunge Jake. Da sag ich einmal was Perverses und es ist ein Weltuntergang?", du zogst grinsend die Augenbraue nach oben und musterst den blauen Riesen neben dir. Es war nicht das Perverse an sich was ihn nachdenklich machte, sondern die Hoffnung die er hatte, dass es Wirklichkeit wurde. Die Wirklichkeit, dass es zwischen euch mehr wurde, als nur Freundschaft.

"Nein, es ist kein Weltuntergang" haucht er und hielt sein Lächeln auf den Lippen. Dann stand er plötzlich auf und reichte dir seine Hand.

"Lass uns weiter gehen, du möchtest doch noch deine Pflanze finden", verdutzt hast du seine Hand genommen. Du hast gespürt wie sich etwas an ihm veränderte und du hast dich gefragt, ob du etwas Falsches gesagt hattest. Doch du hattest irgendwie nicht den Mut ihn darauf anzusprechen.

Nach fast eine Stunde habt ihr endlich diese Pflanze gefunden und du konntest sie endlich verewigen. Jake sah dir dabei über die Schultern, neugierig wie ein Kind. Seine katzenhaften Augen groß und aufmerksam. Du hast seinen warmen Atem an deiner nackten Schulter gespürt. Das Wetter war heute so warm, dass du ein Tanktop tragen musstest, sonst wärst du wahrscheinlich gestorben.

Seine Nähe machte dich nervös, wahrscheinlich weil du seine Nähe zu sehr genossen hattest. Seine dunklen Strähnen, die sich aus seinem leichten Zopf verirrt hatten, streichelten sanft über deine nackte Haut und du erschauderst.

Plötzlich riss Jake wieder leicht den Mund auf und drückte seine Eckzähne sanft auf deine Haut. Du hast geschaudert, als sich eine Gänsehaut über deine Arme ausbreitete. Es war verspielt gemeint und du musstest kichern als er dich wie eine aufgedrehte Katze ansah.

"Jake! du Verrückter!", lachst du und sanft löste er seine Zähne von deiner empfindlichen Haut und grinste dich an. Sein Gesicht näherte sich wieder deinem, als er noch einmal auf dein Skizzenbuch blickte.

Du fühltest dich wohl und sicher in seiner Nähe und vorsichtig hast du deine Maske abgenommen. Nun lehntest du deine Wange an Seine. Seine Haut war warm und glatt. Du konntest spüren und hören wie Jake tief ein und ausatmete. Er genoss diese Geste sehr und ein leichtes lächeln schlich sich auf seine Lippen. Du hast dich wieder leicht gelöst und die Maske wieder aufgesetzt. Verdammtes Ding!

"Wunderschön", hauchte Jake und du wolltest dich gerade bedanken, doch als du deinen Kopf drehtest, starrtest du direkt in seine Augen. Wie lange hatte er dich schon angeblickt? Irgendwie hattest du das Gefühl, dass er nicht von der Zeichnung sprach.

Seine Ohren zuckten und ihr wart gefangen im Blick des Anderen, doch im nächsten Moment, hob er wieder deine Maske an und tat etwas was euch Beide überraschte. Sanft strichen seine weichen Lippen deine Wange. Es war eine süße Liebkosung und du spürtest wie deine Wangen sich erhitzten. Als deine Maske wieder saß hast du ihn angeblickt.

"Jake...", hauchst du und dein Augen suchten seine. im nächsten Moment riss du dir die Maske vom Gesicht. Im nächsten Moment lagen deine Lippen auf seinen. Erschrocken riss Jake die Augen auf. Du hast so fest es ging deine Lippen gegen seine gedrückt, um jeden Zentimeter seiner Haut zu fühlen, doch du merktest, wie dir die Luft ausging und schnell drückte Jake dir die Maske wieder ins Gesicht.

Du hast gierig den Sauerstoff eingeatmet, aber du wolltest noch nicht aufhören. Wieder nahmst du dieses lästige Ding von deinem Gesicht und nahmst Jakes Gesicht in deine Hände und presst wieder deine Lippen auf seine. Jake packte dich sofort und hob dich hoch. Du hast deine Beine um seine Taille geschlungen. Sanft glitt seine Zunge zwischen deine Lippen und du hättest gestöhnt, wenn dir nicht langsam wieder die Luft ausging.

Noch immer in der selben Haltung packte jake die Maske und du hast sie wieder aufgesetzt. Fast übertrieben hast du den Sauerstoff eingeatmet und deine Lungen damit gefüllt. Jakes Stirn lehnte leicht gegen deine und ihr habt beide die Augen geschlossen. Das war definitiv eine nicht geplante Wendung gewesen, doch keiner von euch hatte sich darüber beschwert.

Sein Griff war fest um deinen kleinen Körper gelegt, als hätte er Angst, dass du verschwinden könntest.

"Ich denke, jetzt ist die Wahrscheinlichkeit, dass du dich auf mein Gesicht setzt, gar nicht mehr so klein oder?", ein breites Grinsen legte sich auf seine Lippen und ließ seine makellosen Zähne aufblitzen, vor allem seine Eckzähne.

Du hast nur belustig den Kopf geschüttelt und ihn angegrinst. "Wie wärs erstmal, wenn du mich zum Essen ausführst?"

[hornedstorys]

AVATAR MASTERLIST

Jake Sully x Human Reader - It looks Kinda… hot

aged up Neteyam x Human Reader - facing your fears

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[hornedstorys]

aged up Neteyam x Human Reader - facing your fears

Warnings: Neteyam is injured, so description of wounds, otherwise rather sweet (?), mention of fear of heights

Synopsis: You were gathering berries and herbs with a few other women of the tribe when suddenly an Ikran you know shows up and you have to face one of your fears in order to help your crush

Reader does not wear a breathing mask in this story. Let's just pretend that Eywa chose her and she got used to Pandora's air as a result. She's been living with the Sullys for a while now (since she was a child) and that just helped her breathe the Na'vi's oxygen.

It was a pleasant morning in Pandora and it was peaceful and quiet for the first time. No annoying Lo'ak constantly teasing you. Kiri, Spider and Tuk were playing in the camp and Neteyam was hunting. So you had a day to yourself, at least until you returned to camp at noon.

You were out collecting berries with some other females from the tribe. Of all the tribe's tasks, you enjoyed the gathering and healing ones the most. You had enjoyed exploring the forests and learning new things about the healing skills of the Na'vi.

The brothers were very different from you, especially Lo'ak. He was always looking for adventure and he really went along with and started all kinds of shit. Something you really liked about Neteyam again. He tried to be an adult and a good successor to his father.

But you often had to explain to him that it was okay to make mistakes and that everyone learns something new. It was okay that not everything was the way he wanted it to be. He had really thought a lot about whether he was suitable as an Olo'eyktan and whether he would ever be ready for it. But each time you had reassured him that he would make it. And he was more than grateful to you for standing by his side; his best friend.

You had known each other since you were little. Your mother was a doctor and even took care of the Na'vi. To the astonishment of the scientists, you gradually tolerated the air in Pandora without suffering any damage. The Omaticaya thought it was a sign from Eywa. Nevertheless, Neteyam was sceptical about you at first, but he quickly opened up to you when he realized how cute you were. At least that was what he thought as a child. As teenagers, you liked to get on each other's nerves. Oh how much he annoyed you sometimes and then one day you suddenly saw him from a different perspective.

The maturity he suddenly radiated. His mischievous grin and the open ear he always had for you. You spent so much time together, you couldn't remember a single second when you weren't together. His pretty, cat-like eyes floated around in your mind and you didn't notice the grin on your lips.

He grew into a stately Omaticaya and you slowly had to admit to yourself that you had feelings for the older one. He even wanted to take you with him on his ikran, but you refused. You were afraid of the height and he didn't push you. “Take your time,” he said at the time and that was two months ago now. Somehow you felt guilty that you hadn't gotten involved yet. I'm sure he would be happy because he loved flying and he wanted to share that love with you. You sighed. Your fingers clutched the basket, which was already half full of berries.

Suddenly there was a scream and you almost dropped your basket when you heard another familiar cry. You immediately turned around and saw the other women flinch in fear as a large, green ikran landed in the clearing. What do you mean, landed? It almost literally lunged into the clearing. The animal continued to scream and looked down at the women. You recognized this Ikran.

“Hey!” you shouted and immediately the creature's large head shot in your direction. The small pupils immediately widened as the ikran caught sight of you and you held out a hand reassuringly as you put the basket down.

“Hey, it's okay,” you say, not even sure if that was true yourself. Slowly and crouched, you approached the ikran. Step by step. It was Neteyam's ikran, but there was no sign of him. The saddle was empty.

You hesitated because the animal was so restless and more shrill noises were coming from its mouth. You looked at its teeth, intimidated. You never approached an ikran on your own, it was far too dangerous. Because you lacked the bond and these creatures were almost untamable.

You breathed in and out deeply and tried not to look the ikran in the eye. As you drew closer to it. Your hand stretched out further. The image of him biting your hand off flickered in your mind's eye and you swallowed. You have to control your fear.

“Where's Neteyam, big guy?” you ask and as soon as he heard the familiar name, he calmed down for a moment. Now you were right in front of him. Eager eyes were on you. The Na'vi were probably waiting for him to kill you… but he didn't. You gently touched his cheek and the heavy snort entered your ears, synchronizing with your heartbeat. But instead, he nudged you with his head towards the saddle and you knew immediately what he wanted. He would fly you to Neteyam. You hesitated and the ikran screamed again.

You tensed your jaw. What if it really was a big emergency and Neteyam was lying somewhere badly injured or worse. You wrestled with yourself and then let out an annoyed sigh. “All right!”

Somehow you had managed to heave yourself onto the saddle. It was a strange feeling and yet interesting. “Woah, take it easy, big guy!” you quipped as the Ikran moved a little too fast. You grabbed hold of the thick leather strap and somehow managed to plant your feet. As if it had sensed it, the ikran shot off and a scream escaped your throat.

“A warning would have been good!”

The cold wind whipped at your face and at times you found it hard to breathe. But somehow you managed to hold on, even though the Ikran was really fast and the fear tried to keep you down. You held on to the leather strap as tightly as you could. Oh Eywa, it was so high.

The ikran flew purposefully towards a group of trees. You looked down and tried to catch a glimpse, but you couldn't see Neteyam anywhere. Suddenly, the ikran swooped down smoothly and you struggled to hold on.

You narrowed your eyes and a squeaking sound came from your mouth. Your slopes tensed and the next moment everything stood still. You opened one eye, then the next. You had landed! You exhaled with relief. You slid out of the saddle and knelt on the ground. “Oh wonderful earth, how I've missed you,” you gasped, trembling and clawing at the earthy ground.

“(Y/n)?” Neteyam's surprised voice snapped you out of your thoughts. You immediately jerked your head up and saw the tall Na'vi in front of you. You immediately ran to him.

“Oh, by Eywa, there you are!” you gasp, stopping immediately when you caught sight of his ankle. It was pinched in a trap that resembled a bear trap. It had to be a remnant from the sky people who were here many years ago.

“Oh God! What happened?!” you immediately looked at his ankle, which was now bleeding. Neteyam looked a little embarrassed, but you could also see the pain in his features.

“I was hunting and somehow I missed this thing,” he confessed to you and you were already thinking about how you could free his ankle from this ugly thing. You got up and looked for a thick branch.

“You actually flew, prrnesyul (bud),” he emphasized the last word the most and you tried not to blush as you came back with the branch.

“Yes, I am. Your giant flying lizard practically pounced on me and brought me here. And it actually didn't try to eat me. Can you believe that?” you joke, and the corners of Neteyam's mouth curl up. But as quickly as the smile had appeared, it disappeared again when he was overcome by another wave of pain.

You gently touched his leg and your eyes met. You absolutely had to free his foot. The wound could become infected and only cause more pain. Neteyam nodded and you could see his jaw tighten as you tried to get the stick between his metal teeth. And it actually worked. You started to move the branch.

“Okay, I'll try to open the trap now and you pull your foot out. All right?” you ask and Neteyam nodded with his brows drawn together.

“One,” you say and keep pushing. The metal moved very slightly.

“Two,” you grind through clenched teeth and put all your strength into your next move. There was only one more piece missing, then the trap would open wide enough for Neteyam to free himself.

“Three!” you shouted and Neteyam pulled his foot out after you had opened the trap with the last of your strength. Luckily, the old thing was already a bit battered. You took a deep breath in and out and threw the stick away.

“oe irayo si ngaru, tìlor” (I thank you, beauty), breathed the Na'vi and you could feel the heat rising in your cheeks.

“nìprrte, tanhì” (you're welcome, star), you teased him back and his grin widened as he watched you doctor his leg. The bleeding should stop soon. Good thing you found him in time.

“Maybe I should go hunting with you next time, Neteyam?” You raised an eyebrow with a smile and he rolled his eyes playfully.

“So you can see me make a fool of myself?” His voice broke a little and he looked disappointed. You knew it annoyed him that he hadn't seen the trap. You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

“frawzo, Neteyam (It's all right), how were you supposed to know there was a trap there? That thing is ancient. I've told you before that it's okay to make mistakes. You learn from them, besides, it could have happened to anyone,” you gently stroke his arm, which looks so gigantic compared to your hand. Neteyam's ears twitched and you noticed how he relaxed. He gently placed his big hand on your little one.

“I'm really proud of you, (Y/n). You finally flew an ikran. You faced your fear,” he praised you and there was gentleness in his eyes. You smiled at him, even though you knew you needed a break from flying.

Then you sheepishly slapped his shoulder.

“Besides, stop flirting with me!”

“pelun?”

“Because you don't court me, skxawng (idiot). I remember how we used to just annoy each other in the past,” you giggle and help him to his ikran as best you can. Neteyam looked down at you as he held on to his ikran. there was something unreadable in his gaze. Courting you? That thought burned long enough in his mind…, far too long. He placed his palm against your cheek and watched your eyes widen.

“tìmweypey, prrnesyul” (patience, bud). It was a whisper but you understood it, as well as the meaning behind his words. Your eyes widened even more when he made you a promise he would keep.

[hornedstorys]

aged up Neteyam x Human Reader - sich seinen Ängsten stellen

Warnungen: Neteyam ist verletzt, also Beschreibung von Wunden, ansonsten eher süß (?), Erwähnung von Höhenangst

Inhalt: Du hast mit ein paar anderen Frauen des Stammes Beeren und Kräuter gesammelt, als plötzlich ein dir bekannter Ikran auftaucht und du dich einer deiner Ängste stellen musst, um deinem Schwarm zu helfen

Reader trägt in dieser Geschichte keine Atemmaske. Tun wir einfach so, als ob Eywa sie auserwählt hatte als Kind und sie sich dadurch an Pandoras Luft gewöhnt hat. Sie lebt nun schon länger bei den Sullys (Gefühlt seid sie ein Kind war) und das hat einfach noch mitgeholfen, dass sie den Sauerstoff der Na'vi atmen kann.

Es war ein angenehmer Morgen in Pandora und es war zum ersten mal friedlich und still. Kein nerviger Lo'ak der dich ständig ärgerte. Kiri, Spider und Tuk waren im Lager und spielten dort und Neteyam war Jagen. Also hattest du mal einen Tag für dich, zumindest bis du mittags wieder zum Lager zurückkehrtest.

Du warst mit einigen anderen Weibchen des Stammes unterwegs Beeren sammeln. Von allen Aufgaben des Stammes lagen dir die der Sammler und Heiler am meisten. Es hatte dir Spaß gemacht, die Wälder zu erkunden und neues über die Heilkünste der Na'vi zu erfahren.

Die Brüder waren da ganz anders als du, vor allem Lo'ak. Er suchte immer das Abenteuer und er machte wirklich jeden Scheiß mit und er fing auch jeden Scheiß an. Etwas was du an Neteyam wieder wirklich angenehm fandest. Er versuchte erwachsen zu sein und ein guter Nachfolger seines Vaters.

Aber du musstest ihm oft erklären, dass es okay war Fehler zu machen und jeder neu dazulernt. Es war okay, dass noch nicht alles so war wie er es gerne hätte. Er hatte sich wirklich viele Gedanken gemacht, ob er als Olo'eyktan geeignet war und ob er er je bereit dafür wäre. Doch jedes Mal hattest du ihm versichert, dass er es schaffen würde. Und er war dir mehr als dankbar dafür, dass du an seiner Seite standest; seine beste Freundin.

Seid ihr klein wart habt ihr euch gekannt. Deine Mutter war eine Ärztin und hat sich sogar mit um die Na'vi gekümmert. Zu der Verwunderung der Wissenschaftler hattest du nach und nach die Luft in Pandora vertragen, ohen Schaden zu nehmen. Die Omaticaya hielten es für ein Zeichen von Eywa. Dennoch war Neteyam dir Anfangs skeptisch gegenüber, doch er hatte sich dir schnell geöffnet, als er merkte wie süß du warst. Zumindest waren das seine Gedanken als Kind. Als Teenager seit ihr euch gerne mal auf die Nerven gegangen. Oh wie sehr hatte er dich manchmal genervt und dann, dann eines Tages hattest du in plötzlich aus anderen Augen gesehen.

Die Reife die er auf einmal ausstrahlte. Sein verschmitztes Grinsen und das offene Ohr, welches er immer für dich hatte. Ihr habt so viel zeit miteinander verbracht, du konntest dich an keine einzige Sekunde erinnern, in der ihr nicht zusammen wart. Dir schwebten seine hübschen, katzenartigen Augen in Gedanken herum und du hast das Grinsen auf deinen Lippen nicht bemerkt.

Er ist zu einem stattlichen Omaticaya herangewachsen und du musstest dir langsam eingestehen, dass du Gefühle für den Älteren hattest. Er wollte dich sogar auf seinem Ikran mitnehmen, doch du hattest abgelehnt. Du hattest Angst vor der Höhe und er drängte dich nicht. "Lass dir Zeit", sagte er damals und das war nun schon zwei Monate her. Irgendwie hattest du ein schlechtes Gewissen, dass du dich noch nicht darauf eingelassen hattest. Es würde ihn bestimmt freuen, denn er liebte das Fliegen und er wollte diese Liebe mit dir teilen. Du hast geseufzt. Deine Finger krallten sich in den Korb, der schon zu Hälfte mit Beeren gefüllt war.

Plötzlich ertönte Geschrei und du hast fast deinen Korb fallen gelassen, als du einen dir bekannten weiteren Schrei hörtest. Sofort hast du dich umgedreht und gesehen wie die anderen Frauen ängstlich zurückwichen, als ein großer, grüner Ikran auf der Lichtung landete. Was heißt landete? Er stürzte sich fast regelrecht auf die Lichtung. Das Tier schrie weiter und blickte auf die Frauen hinab. Du hast diesen Ikran erkannt.

"Hey!", riefst du und sofort schnellte der große Kopf des Wesens in deine Richtung. Die kleinen Pupillen vergrößerten sich sofort, als der Ikran dich erblickt und du hast beruhigend eine Hand ausgestreckt, als du den Korb niedergestellt hattest.

"Hey, alles gut", sagst du und warst dir selbst nicht einmal sicher, ob das stimmte. Langsam und geduckt hattest du dich dem Ikran genähert. Schritt für Schritt. Es war Neteyams Ikran, doch von ihm fehlte jede Spur. Der Sattel war leer.

Du hast gezögert, denn das Tier war so unruhig und weitere schrille Geräusche drangen aus seinem Maul. Du hast eingeschüchtert auf seine Zähne geblickt. Du hast dich nie alleine einem Ikran genähert, es war viel zu gefährlich. Denn dir fehlte die Bindung und diese Geschöpfe waren fast unzähmbar.

Du hast tief ein und ausgeatmet und versucht dem Ikran nicht mitten in die Augen zu blicken. Während du dich ihm weiter genähert hast. Deine Hand weiter ausgestreckt. Vor deinem geistigen Auge flackerte das Bild auf, wie er dir die Hand abbeißen würde und du hast geschluckt. Du musst deine Angst kontrollieren.

"Wo ist Neteyam, mein Großer?", fragst du und sobald er den ihm bekannten Namen hörte wurde er für einen Moment ruhiger. Nun warst du direkt vor ihm. Gespannte Augenpaare lagen auf euch. Wahrscheinlich haben die Na'vi schon darauf gewartet, dass er dich töten würde..., doch er tat es nicht. Du hast sanft seine Wange berührt und das schwere Schnauben drang in deine Ohren und synchronisierte sich mit deinem Herzschlag. Doch stattdessen schubste er dich mit seinem Kopf in Richtung Sattel und du hast sofort gewusst was er wollte. Er würde dich zu Neteyam fliegen. Du hast gezögert und der Ikran schrie wieder.

Du hast den Kiefer angespannt. Was ist wenn es wirklich ein großer Notfall wäre und Neteyam schwer verletzt irgendwo liegt oder Schlimmeres. Du hast mit dir gerungen und dann einen genervten Seufzer ausgestoßen. "Na schön!"

Irgendwie hattest du es geschafft dich auf den Sattel zu hieven. Es war ein seltsames Gefühl und dennoch interessant. "Woah, ganz ruhig, Großer!", quickst du, als sich der Ikran etwas zu schnell bewegte. Du hast dich an dem dicken Lederriemen festgehalten und es irgendwie geschafft, deine Füße zu platzieren. Als hätte er es gespürt, schoss der Ikran los und ein Schrei entkam deiner Kehle.

"Eine Warnung wäre gut gewesen!"

Der kalte Wind peitschte dir ins Gesicht und manchmal fiel es dir schwer zu atmen. Doch irgendwie hast du dich halten können, auch wenn der Ikran wirklich schnell war und die Angst dich zu unterdrücken versuchte. Du hast dich so fest es geht an dem Lederriemen festgehalten. Oh Eywa, es war so hoch.

Der Ikran flog zielstrebig auf eine Baumgruppe zu. Du hast hinuntergeblickt und versucht einen Blick zu erhaschen, doch du konntest Neteyam nirgends sehen. Plötzlich stürzte der Ikran geschmeidig nach unten und du hattest Mühe dich festzuhalten.

Du hast die Augen zusammengekniffen und ein quietschender Laut kam aus deinem Mund. Deine Hänge verkrampfen sich und im nächsten Moment stand alles still. Du hast erst ein Auge aufgemacht, dann das nächste. Ihr wart gelandet! Du hast erleichtert ausgeatmet. Du bist aus dem Sattel geglitten und aus dich auf den Boden gekniet. "Oh wunderbare Erde, wie habe ich die vermisst", keuchst du zitternd und kralltest dich in den erdigen Boden.

"(Y/n)?", Neteyams überraschte Stimme riss dich aus den Gedanken. Sofort hast hast du den Kopf hochgerissen und den großen Na'vi vor dir gesehen. Sofort bist du zu ihm gerannt.

"Oh, bei Eywa, da bist du!", schnaufst du und hieltest sofort inne, als du seinen Knöchel erblicktest. Er war eingezwickt in einer Falle, die einer Bärenfalle ähnelte. Es musste noch ein Überbleibsel von den Himmelsmenschen sein, die vor vielen Jahren hier waren.

"Oh Gott! Was ist passiert?!", Sofort hast du dir seinen Knöchel angesehen, der nun blutete. Neteyam blickte etwas verlegen drein, doch du konntest auch den Schmerz in seinen Gesichtszügen sehen.

"Ich war jagen und irgendwie habe ich dieses Ding übersehen", gestand er dir und du hast bereits überlegt, wie du seinen Knöchel aus diesem hässlichen Ding befreien konntest. Du bist aufgestanden und hast einen dicken Ast gesucht.

"Du bist tatsächlich geflogen, prrnesyul (Knospe)", das letzte Wort betonte er am meisten und du hast versucht nicht rot zu werden, als du mit dem Ast zurückgekommen bist.

"Ja, das bin ich. Deine riesige, fliegende Eidechse hat sich praktisch auf mich gestürzt und mich hierhergebracht. Und sie hat tatsächlich nicht versucht mich zu fressen. Kannst du das glauben?", scherzt du und Neteyams Mundwinkle kräuselten sich. Doch so schnell wie das Lächeln gekommen war, verschwand dieses auch wieder, als ihn eine weitere Schmerzenswelle überkam.

Sanft hast du sein Bein angefasst und eure Blicke trafen sich. Du musstest unbedingt seinen Fuß befreien. Die Wunde könnte sich entzünden und nur noch mehr Schmerzen verursachen. Neteyam nickte und du konntest sehen, wie sich sein Kiefer anspannte, als du den Stock versucht hast, zwischen die metallischen Zähne zu bringen. Und es klappte tatsächlich. Du hast den Ast angefangen zu bewegen.

"Okay, ich versuche jetzt das Falle zu öffnen und du ziehst den Fuß raus. In Ordnung?", fragst du nach und Neteyam nickte mit zusammengezogenen Brauen.

"Eins", sagst du und drückst weiter. Das Metall bewegte sich ganz leicht.

"Zwei", knirscht du durch zusammengepresste Zähne und legtest deine komplette Kraft in deine nächste Bewegung. Es fehlte nur noch ein Stück, dann würde sich die Falle so weit öffnen, dass Neteyam sich befreien konnte.

"Drei!", riefst du und Neteyam zog den Fuß heraus, nachdem du mit letzter Kraft die Falle geöffnet hattest. Zum Glück war das alte Ding schon etwas angeschlagen gewesen. Du hast tief ein und ausgeatmet und den Stock weggeschmissen.

"oe irayo si ngaru, tìlor" (Ich danke dir, Schönheit), haucht der Na'vi und du konntest spüren wie dir die Hitze in die Wangen stieg.

"nìprrte, tanhì" (gern geschehen, Stern), necktest du ihn zurück und sein Grinsen wurde breiter, als er dir dabei zusah, wie du sein Bein verarztest. Die Blutung sollte bald aufhören. Gut, dass du ihn noch rechtzeitig gefunden hattest.

"Vielleicht sollte ich das nächste Mal mit auf die Jagd gehen, Neteyam?", du zogst lächelnd eine Augenbraue nach oben und er verdrehte verspielt die Augen.

"Damit du siehst wie ich mich blamiere?", seine Stimme brach etwas und er wirkte enttäuscht. Du wusstest, dass es ihn nervte, dass er die Falle nicht gesehen hatte. Tröstend legst du ihm eine Hand auf die Schulter.

"frawzo, Neteyam (Es ist alles in Ordnung), wie hättest du wissen sollen, dass dort eine Falle liegt? Das Ding ist uralt. Ich hab dir schonmal gesagt, dass es in Ordnung ist Fehler zu machen. Aus ihnen lernt man, außerdem hätte das jedem passieren können", du streichelst sanft seinen Arm, der im Vergleich zu deiner Hand so gigantisch aussieht. Neteyams Ohren zuckten und du merktest wie er sich entspannt. Sanft legte er seine große Hand auf deine Kleine.

"Ich bin wirklich stolz auf dich, (Y/n). Du bist endlich einen Ikran geflogen. Du hast dich deiner Angst gestellt", lobte er dich und in seinen Augen lag Sanftheit. Du hast ihn angelächelt, auch wenn du wusstest, dass du erstmal eine Pause vom Fliegen brauchtest.

Dann hast du ihm verlegen gegen die Schulter geschlagen.

"Außerdem, hör auf mit mir zu flirten!"

"pelun?"

"Weil du mich nicht umwirbst, skxawng (Idiot). Ich weiß noch genau, wie wir uns früher gegenseitig nur genervt haben", kicherst du und halfst ihm so gut es ging zu seinem Ikran. Neteyam blickte auf dich hinab, als er sich an seinem Ikran festhielt. in seinem Blick lag etwas Unlesbares. Umwerben, dich? Dieser Gedanke brannte lang genug in seinem Kopf..., viel zu lange. Er legte seine Handfläche an deine Wange und beobachtete wie deine Augen sich weiteten.

"tìmweypey, prrnesyul" (Geduld, Knospe). Es war ein Flüstern doch du hast es verstanden, genauso wie die Bedeutung hinter seinen Worten. Deine Augen wurden noch größer, als er dir ein Versprächen gab, an welches er sich halten würde.

[hornedstorys]

Arcane Masterlist

Arcane Scar x Reader - Rescue

[hornedstorys]

Arcane Scar x Reader - Rescue

Warnings: disgusting men, kissing strangers for protection

Synopsis: You are being chased and the only salvation you see is a big bat man

I wasn't sure if his species is called Chirean or vastaya either - I CHANGE IT!

PS: I haven't watched Arcane, it's going to be another freestyle story!

Actually, you just wanted to go and buy some food. Your supplies were running low and you urgently needed to get some food again.

You sneaked through the corridors of the city, hoping to get home quickly. Your pockets were full and you were tired. The sun was slowly setting and your nervousness was rising. You didn't like walking alone in the dark. It made you nervous and you flinched at every sound.

Every person you passed gave you the feeling that you weren't alone, but only those you liked. But the atmosphere soon changed when a bar door opened in front of you. Two drunken men rushed out of the door and you felt quite different.

You kept walking and tried to ignore them. Maybe they wouldn't notice you then, but of course they did. And they chased you. Your feet carried you on, faster and faster, and you squeezed past the people running past you.

Your eyes searched for somewhere to hide. Your apartment wasn't too far away, but you didn't want them to know where you lived.

“Hey sweetie, wait for us,” one of the men slurred and you rolled your eyes. You certainly didn't.

They were getting closer and closer and you were about to throw your shopping bags away and run until you noticed an alleyway. You ran faster so you could get a bit of a head start. Maybe they wouldn't see that you had run in here.

But just as you turned into the alley, there was another figure standing there.

Tall, big ears and the most intense green eyes you've ever seen. And those same eyes were staring at you now. His gaze made you feel completely different and now you realized that it was a Chirean.

You didn't know much about this species. Only that they were human-like, anthromorphic bat creatures. And, perhaps luckily for you, there was one standing in front of you. Even if his look was skeptical.

Outside the alley, you could hear the men and fear rose up in you again. The stranger's ears twitched and he wrinkled his nose as he scrutinized you. You didn't know if it was a negative reaction or not.

“I need help,” you gasped and you could hear the voices getting closer and the fear growing inside you. Out of nowhere, you grab the stranger by the collar and turn his back towards the entrance to the alley.

And in the next moment, you pressed your lips against the Chireans. He tensed up and opened his eyes when he felt your lips on his. But after a short time, he relaxed, closed his eyes and pulled you closer to him. He deepened the kiss and your heart beat hard against your chest

The men following you walked past the alley, paying you no mind. You just looked like a couple making out and they didn't see you at all as the Chirean completely shielded himself with his height.

Panting, you separated. As your gaze drifted to the exit, the bat-man stood in front of you with his eyelids lowered, looking down at you. His gaze was unreadable.

“Thank you,” you whispered sheepishly, staring into his bright green eyes. You quickly turned away from him, grabbed your bags and ran out of the alley before he could say anything.

With a puzzled look and a pounding heart, he looked after you.

“No problem…”

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Arcane Scar x Reader - Rettung

Warnungen: eklige Männer, Fremden küssen zum Schutz

Inhalt: Du wirst verfolgt und die einzige Rettung die du siehst, ist ein großer Fledermausmann

Ich war mir jetzt auch nicht sicher ob seine Spezies cirean oder Vastaya genannt wird

PS: Ich habe Arcane nicht geguckt, dass wird wieder eine Freestyle Geschichte!

Eigentlich wolltest du nur Essen kaufen gehen. Denn langsam wurden deine Vorräte knapp und es war dringend nötig, wieder ein paar Lebensmittel zu besorgen.

Du hast dich durch die Gänge der Stadt geschlichen und hoffest schnell nach Hause zu kommen. Deine Taschen waren voll und du warst müde. Die Sonne ging langsam unter und somit stieg deine Nervosität. Du warst ungern allein im Dunkeln unterwegs. Es machte dich nervös und bei jedem Geräusch bist du zusammen gezuckt.

Jede vorbei laufende Person gab dir das Gefühl nicht alleine zu sein, aber auch nur die, die dir sympathisch aussahen. Aber die Atmosphäre änderte sich bald, als sich vor dir eine Bartür öffnete. Zwei angetrunkene Männer stürzten aus der Tür und dir wurde schon ganz anders.

Du bist weitergelaufen und hast versucht sie zu ignorieren. Vielleicht würden sie dich dann nicht bemerken, aber natürlich taten sie es. Und sie verfolgten dich. Deine Füße trugen dich weiter, immer schneller und du hast dich an den vorbei laufenden Leuten durchgequetscht.

Deine Augen suchten eine Möglichkeit wo man sich verstecken konnte. Deine Wohnung war nicht allzu weit weg, aber du wolltest ungerne, dass sie wussten wo du wohntest.

"Hey Süße, warte auf uns", lallte einer der Männer und du hast die Augen verdreht. Ganz sicher nicht.

Sie kamen immer näher und du warst kurz davor deine Einkaufstaschen wegzuschmeißen und zu rennen, bis dir eine Gasse auffiel. Du bist schneller gelaufen und konntest somit etwas Vorsprung gewinnen. Vielleicht würden sie nicht sehen, dass du hier reingelaufen bist.

Doch gerade, als du in die Gasse abbogst stand dort eine weitere Gestalt.

Hochgewachsen, große Ohren und die intensivsten grünen Augen die du je gesehen hast. Und genau diese Augen starrten dich jetzt an. Dir wurde ganz anders unter seinem Blick und jetzt fiel dir auch auf, dass es ein Chirean war.

Du wusstest nicht viel über diese Spezies. Nur das es menschenähnliche, anthromorphe Fledermaus Wesen waren. Und, vielleicht zu deinem Glück, stand nun einer vor dir. Auch wenn sein Blick skeptisch war.

Außerhalb der Gasse konntest du die Männer hören und wieder stieg Angst in dir auf. Die Ohren des Fremden zuckten und er rümpfte die Nase, als er dich musterte. Du wusstest nicht, ob es jetzt eine negative Reaktion war oder nicht.

"Ich brauch Hilfe", keuchst du nur und du konntest hören wie die Stimmen näher kamen und die Angst in dir wuchs. Wie aus dem Nichts packst du den Fremden am Kragen, drehtest seinen Rücken in Richtung Gasseneingang.

Und im nächsten Moment hast du deine Lippen gegen die des Chirean gedrückt. Dieser spannte sich an und riss die Augen auf, als er deine Lippen auf seinen spürte. Doch nach kurzer Zeit entspannte er sich, schloss die Augen und zog dich näher zu sich. Er vertiefte den Kuss und dein Herz schlug hart gegen deine Brust

Die Männer die dir folgten liefen an der Gasse vorbei, ohne euch Beachtung zu schenken. Ihr saht nur aus wie ein knutschendes Pärchen und dich sahen sie überhaupt nicht, da der Chirean sich komplett schützte, mit seiner Größe.

Keuchend habt ihr euch getrennt. Während dein Blick zum Ausgang schweifte stand der Fledermausmann vor dir mit gesenkten Lidern und blickte auf dich hinab. Sein Blick war unlesbar.

"Danke", hast du verlegen geflüstert und ihm nun in die leuchtend grünen Augen gestarrt. Schnell hast du dich von ihm abgewandt, hast deine Taschen gepackt und bist aus der Gasse gerannt, ehe er etwas sagen konnte.

Mit einem verdutzten Blick und klopfendem Herzen blickte er dir hinterher.

"Kein Problem..."

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New Story on my Monsterblog!

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I wish you all a happy new year☄️ Stay healthy, motivated and positive! Don't make too many resolutions, do what you can. And if you don't achieve your resolutions, it doesn't matter. Every small step is a step forward! I'm proud of you all and I hope that this year will be a better year for everyone than 2024.❤️🫂🌕🌑

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Darth Maul x Reader - Strange touch

Warnings: slight fear, Maul is not used to being touched, mention of injuries

Synopsis: Maul comes back from a mission injured and you tend to his wounds. However, the Sith is not used to being touched, but he couldn't help but be fascinated by you and your touch.

You had just picked up a book and were quietly browsing through it when suddenly the doors were torn open. The aura around you changed completely and it got colder for a moment.

Your gaze flitted to the entrance to the throne room. The Sith stood a few meters away from you, breathing heavily. He had been on a mission for almost a week and you had no idea what the purpose behind it was. Nevertheless, you immediately put down your book and met him as he walked towards you.

You originally came from a planet that rarely saw Sith or Jedi. But one day he came and stole you from your family. He made you his property and his servant. But he never touched you and only spoke to you when necessary.

“Master! What happened?” came the question from your mouth immediately and he didn't answer at first. He walked past you silently and sat down on the throne with a gasp.

You immediately grabbed the bandages and warm water. You approached him carefully but quickly. Your heart was racing and he could feel it. He could feel how nervous you were and it amused him. Maul still had his dark clothes on, but you couldn't treat his wounds that way.

“You need to undress, Master,” you whispered shyly and he raised an eyebrow, at least it looked that way because you honestly didn't know if he had eyebrows. Mainly because his black tattoos hid it.

“I can't clean your wounds otherwise,” you explained to him, your cheeks burning with embarrassment as he agonizingly slowly removed the layer of clothing, his upper body. You could see that he was in pain, but you also knew that he wouldn't admit it.

Carelessly, he tossed the dark material aside and you tried not to stare at him. It was wrong to covet a Sith like that, but he really wasn't bad looking. You gritted your teeth and grabbed the wet, warm cloth. When you touched his wound, the Zabrak hissed, but he bit his tongue. The sharp pain ran through his body, but he felt something else.

His shining eyes lowered to your hand with slightly closed lids. It rested gently on his bare arm. Your hand was soft, but still rough. You worked hard, you were a diligent servant. The pressure of your fingers was a foreign sensation, to the red and black Sith.

A strange warm feeling flowed through his veins and slowly he began to forget the pain. His eyes watched your concentrated gaze. Then he lifted his gaze. It slid over the crook of your neck, up to your face. You looked a little tired, probably because you hadn't been able to sleep and had been secretly worried about him when he was away for so long.

You are beautiful. He thought to himself and you hesitated briefly, as if you had heard his thoughts. His brow furrowed. He knew this was not possible. You were neither a Jedi nor Force-sensitive. You were a simple young woman. But still something special.

These feelings in his chest were so foreign to him, but he liked it, even if it scared him. Usually he was always in control, but slowly he felt himself losing it. No one had ever touched him. He was a monster and a murderer. Everyone was afraid of him, except you. Even though he had taken you away from your parents. You remained positive, even though he could often sense how hard it was for you. You missed your family, but there was no going back.

You washed the blood out of the rag and looked at his chest. The blood was already running down to his navel and you wondered if he wasn't already dizzy from blood loss.

Gently, but trembling, you placed your hand on his tattooed chest. He sucked in a sharp breath. Was he in pain? His skin felt warm under your fingertips and your cheeks glowed. Maul's gaze lowered to your hand gently touching his chest. His muscles ached and he watched silently as the blood flowed from his open flesh. But he couldn't stop staring at your hand touching him.

His mind was foggy. How could you dare to have such power over him. You were just a small, mortal human, without power. Feeling Maul's strong chest under your fingers made you so nervous that it almost scared you. But you tried to concentrate and cleaned the larger wound. Your hands were covered in blood, but it didn't bother you. You were used to it. You had dressed his wounds so often, even if it was very rarely.

Maul was a talented and strong Sith who won most fights. But this time it had cost him something. You often wondered if he had always been like this. Did he have a normal life before he was drawn to the dark side?

Suddenly you flinched as his big hand wrapped around your neck. He did it gently, without applying pressure. Your body immediately tensed and fear rose up inside you. What was he up to?

“Your pulse is racing,” he spoke and you frowned. His golden-orange eyes burned into yours and you almost felt dizzy. You didn't want to die. But at the same time, his touch felt good.

His hand loosened even more as he felt your body stiffen. You were afraid of him, there was no need to question that. He felt the pulse on your neck and the change in your emotions.

You ignored his statement for now. “I need to bandage your wounds, master,” your voice was hotter and you slowly pulled away from his grip, but only because he allowed you to. Slowly you wrapped the bandages around his arm. The wound on his chest was also bandaged.

You wanted to get up quickly. You wanted to get away from him and his closeness. He made you so nervous and restless. But he grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you back to him. You had to support yourself against his chest, otherwise you would probably have stumbled.

He wanted to feel more. Maul realized how addicted he was to your touch and grabbed you by the hips. He pulled you onto his lap with a strength that no human could match. Your eyes grew wide as you rested on your master's lap.

Your fingers clawed into his shoulders and his hands still rested on your hips. You could feel the warmth radiating from his body. His eyes searched your gaze. He wanted to see your eyes, he wanted to look deep into your soul.

Suddenly your courage took hold of you and you gently began to caress his shoulders. A deep breath came from his nostrils and his eyelids drooped slightly as he looked at you.

You stroked the crook of his neck, his nape, even up to his cheeks and he didn't stop you. Then you moved down to his chest. His skin felt smooth and slowly you traced the shapes of his tattoos.

Slowly, you understood what was going on in his head. At least at that moment. He wanted to be touched. You could well imagine that he wasn't used to this. You squirmed briefly in his lap to sit more comfortably and immediately his glowing eyes landed on you again. Immediately you held still as you remembered that he was still a man and you knew exactly what a man had down there.

Carefully you took his cheek in your hand and he actually leaned against your palm and closed his eyes. His warm breath brushed your skin and left you with soft goosebumps.

He really enjoyed this touch. He gently pulled you closer to him and you had to wrap your arms around his neck. His face buried itself in your neck and he greedily inhaled your sweet scent. Your skin was so soft, just like your hair.

Your body nestled perfectly against his and your scent clouded his senses. Your cheeks grew hot and you wondered if it was right to sit here, but at the same time he attracted you like light attracts moths.

“I… I have things to do,” you breathed, releasing yourself from his grip. He actually let go of you and you fled the room. Maul sat on his throne and looked towards the door as it closed. He could still feel your touch on his skin and his fingernails dug into the material of his throne.

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Darth Maul x Reader - fremde Berührung

Warnungen: leichte Angst, Maul ist Berührungen nicht gewöhnt, Erwähnung von Verletzungen

Inhalt: Maul kommt verletzt von einer Mission zurück und du kümmerst dich um seine Wunden. Doch der Sith ist Berührungen nicht gewöhnt, doch er konnte es nicht lassen fasziniert von dir und deinen Berührungen zu sein.

Du hattest gerade ein Buch in der Hand und hast seelenruhig darin geschmökert, als plötzlich die Türen aufgerissen wurden. Die Aura um dich herum veränderte sich komplett und es wurde für einen Moment kälter.

Dein Blick huschte zum Eingang, des Thronsaales. Der Sith stand schwer atmend, nur einige Meter, von dir entfernt. Er war seid fast einer Woche auf Mission gewesen und du hattest keine Ahnung was das Ziel dahinter war. Dennoch hast du sofort dein Buch weggelegt und bist ihm entgegengekommen, als er auf dich zulief.

Du kamst ursprünglich von einem Planet der selten Sith oder Jedis sah. Doch eines Tages kam er und raubte dich deiner Familie. Er machte dich zu seinem Eigentum und seiner Bediensteten. Doch er hatte dich nie angefasst und redete nur das Nötigste mit dir.

"Meister! Was ist passiert?", kam sofort die Frage aus deinem Mund und er antwortete erst nicht. Stumm lief er an dir vorbei und setzte sich, mit einem Keuchen, auf den Thron.

Sofort hast du das Verbandszeug geholt und warmes Wasser. Vorsichtig, aber schnell bist du auf ihn zugegangen. Dein Herz raste und er konnte es spüren. Er konnte spüren wie nervös du warst und es amüsierte ihn. Maul hatte noch immer seine dunkle Kleidung an, aber so konntest du seine Wunden nicht behandeln.

"Ihr müsst euch ausziehen, Meister", flüsterst du schüchtern und er zog eine Augenbraue nach oben, zumindest sah es so aus, denn du wusstest ehrlich nicht, ob er Augenbrauen hatte. Hauptsächlich, weil seine schwarzen Tätowierungen dies versteckten.

"Ich kann sonst eure Wunden nicht reinigen", hast du ihm erklärt und deine Wangen brannten vor Verlegenheit, als er quälend langsam die Kleidungschicht, seines Oberkörpers, auszog. Du konntest sehen, dass er Schmerzen hatte, aber du wusstest auch, dass er es nicht zugeben würde.

Achtlos warf er den dunklen Stoff zur Seite und du hast versucht ihn nicht anzustarren. Es war falsch einen Sith so zu begehren, aber er sah wirklich nicht schlecht aus. Du hast die Zähne zusammengebissen und dir den nassen, warmen Lappen genommen. Als du seine Wunde berührtest zischte der Zabrak auf, doch er biss sich auf die Zunge. Der scharfe Schmerz durchzog seinen Körper, doch noch etwas anderes spürte er.

Seine leuchtenden Augen senkten sich, mit leicht geschlossenen Lidern, zu deiner Hand hinunter. Diese ruhte sanft auf seinem nackten Arm. Deine Hand war weich, aber dennoch rau. Du hast viel gearbeitet, du warst eine fleißige Dienerin. Der Druck deiner Finger war ein fremdes Gefühl, für den rotschwarzen Sith.

Ein seltsames warmes Gefühl durchfloss seine Venen und langsam fing er an den Schmerz zu vergessen. Seine Augen beobachteten deinen konzentrierten Blick. Dann hob er seinen Blick. Er glitt über deine Halsbeuge, bis zu deinem Gesicht. Du saßt etwas müde aus, wahrscheinlich, weil du nicht schlafen konntest und dir heimlich Sorgen um ihn gemacht hattest, als er so lange weg war.

Du bist wunderschön. Dachte er bei sich und kurz hast du gezögert, als hättest du seine Gedanken gehört. Seine Stirn runzelte sich. Er wusste, dass dies nicht möglich war. Du warst weder ein Jedi noch Machtempfindlich. Du warst eine einfache, junge Frau. Aber dennoch etwas Besonderes.

Diese Gefühle in seiner Brust waren ihm so fremd, aber er mochte es, auch wenn es ihm Angst machte. Sonst hatte er immer die Kontrolle, aber langsam spürte er wie er diese verlor. Nie hatte ihn jemand berührt. Er war ein Monster und ein Mörder. Jeder hatte Angst vor ihm, außer du. Obwohl er dich deinen Eltern weggenommen hatte. Du bliebst positiv, auch wenn er oft spüren konnte, wie schwer es dir fiel. Du hast deine Familie vermisst, doch es gab kein zurück mehr.

Du hast das Blut aus dem Lappen gewaschen und hast auf seine Brust geschaut. Das Blut lief schon bis zu seinem Nabel hinunter und du hast dich gefragt, ob ihm nicht schon schwindelig war, vor Blutverlust.

Sanft, aber zitternd, hast du deine Hand auf seine tätowierte Brust gelegt. Er sog scharf die Luft ein. Hatte er Schmerzen? Seine Haut fühlte sich warm unter deinen Fingerspitzen an und deine Wangen glühten. Mauls Blick senkte sich nun auf deine Hand, die sanft seine Brust berührte. Seine Muskeln schmerzten und er beobachtete stumm, wie das Blut aus seinem offenen Fleisch floss. Doch er konnte es nicht lassen deine Hand anzustarren, die ihn berührte.

Sein Verstand benebelte ihn. Wie konntest du es nur wagen so eine Macht über ihn zu haben. Du warst nur ein kleiner, sterblicher Mensch, ohne Macht. Mauls starke Brust unter deinen Fingern zu spüren, ließ dich so nervös werden, dass es dir fast Angst machte. Doch du hast versucht dich zu konzentrieren und hast die größere Wunde gesäubert. Deine Hände waren blutverschmiert., doch es störte dich nicht. Du warst es gewöhnt. Schon so oft hattest du seine Wunden verarztet, auch wenn es sehr selten war.

Denn Maul war ein talentierter und starker Sith, der die meisten Kämpfe auch gewann. Aber dieses mal hatte es ihn etwas gekostet. Du hast dich oft gefragt, ob er schon immer so war. Hatte er auch ein normales Leben, bevor er zur dunklen Seite gezogen wurde?

Plötzlich bist du zusammengezuckt, als sich seine große Hand um deinen Hals legte. Er tat es sanft, ohne Druck auszuüben. Sofort verkrampfte sich dein Körper und Angst stieg in dir auf. Was hatte er vor.

"Dein Puls rast", sprach er und du hast die Stirn gerunzelt. Seine goldorangenen Augen brannten sich in deine und dir wurde fast schwindelig davon. Du wolltest nicht sterben. Aber gleichzeitig fühlte sich seine Berührung gut an.

Seine Hand lockerte sich noch mehr, als er spürte, wie dein Körper sich versteifte. Du hattest Angst vor ihm, dass musste man nicht hinterfragen. Er spürte den Puls an deinem Hals und die Veränderung deiner Gefühle.

Du hast seine Aussage erstmal ignoriert. "Ich muss deine Wunden verbinden, Meister", deine Stimme war heißer und du hast dich langsam seinem Griff entzogen, aber nur, weil er es dir erlaubte. Langsam hast du die Bandagen um seinen Arm gewickelt. Die Wunde auf seiner Brust wurde ebenfalls verbunden.

Schnell wolltest du aufstehen. Du wolltest weg von ihm und seiner Nähe. Er machte dich so nervös und unruhig. Doch er packte dich am Handgelenk und zog dich wieder zurück zu ihm. Du musstest dich an seiner Brust abstützen, sonst wärst du wahrscheinlich gestolpert.

Er wollte mehr spüren. Maul merkte wie er süchtig nach deinen Berührungen wurde und packte dich an den Hüften. Mit einer Kraft, die keinem Menschen glich, zog er dich auf seinen Schoß. Deine Augen wurden groß, als du nun auf dem Schoß deines Meisters ruhtest.

Deine Finger krallten sich in seine Schultern und seine Hände ruhten noch immer auf deinen Hüften. Du konntest die Wärme fühlen, die sein Körper ausstrahlte. Seine Augen suchten deinen Blick. Er wollte deine Augen sehen, er wollte tief in deine Seele blicken.

Plötzlich erfasste dich der Mut und sanft fingst du an seine Schultern zu streicheln. Ein tiefes Atmen kam aus seinen Nasenlöchern und seine Lider senkten sich leicht, als er dich ansah.

Du streichelst über seine Halsbeuge, seinen Nacken, sogar hinauf bis zu seinen Wangen und er hielt dich nicht auf. Dann fuhrst du hinunter zu seiner Brust. Seine Haut fühlte sich glatt an und langsam zeichnetest du die Formen seiner Tattoos nach.

Langsam hast du verstanden, was in seinem Kopf vor sich ging. Zumindest in diesem Moment. Er wollte berührt werden. Du konntest dir gut vorstellen, dass er dies nicht gewohnt war. Du hast dich kurz in seinem Schoß gewindet, um bequemer zu sitzen und sofort landeten seine glühenden Augen wieder auf dir. Sofort hieltst du still, als dir einfiel, dass er immer noch ein Mann war und du wusstest genau, was ein Mann dort unten hatte.

Vorsichtig hast du seine Wange in deine Hand genommen und er lehnte sich tatsächlich gegen deine Handfläche und schloss die Augen. Sein warmer Atem streifte deine Haut und hinterließ eine sanfte Gänsehaut.

Er genoss diese Berührung sehr. Sanft zog er dich näher zu sich und du musstest deine Arme um seinen Hals schlingen. Sein Gesicht vergrub sich in deinem Nacken und er sog gierig deinen süßen Duft ein. Deine Haut war so weich, genau wie dein Haar.

Dein Körper schmiegte sich perfekt gegen seinen und dein Duft vernebelte seine Sinne. Deine Wangen wurden heiß und du hast dich gefragt, ob es richtig war hier zu sitzen, aber gleichzeitig zog er dich an wie das Licht die Motten.

"Ich... Ich hab noch einiges zu erledigen", hauchst du und löst dich aus seinem Griff. Er ließ dich tatsächlich los und du bist aus dem Raum geflüchtet. Maul saß auf seinem Thron und blickte zur Tür die sich schloss. Er spürte noch immer deine Berührungen auf seiner Haut und seine Fingernägel gruben sich in das Material seines Thrones.