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g1rld1ary · 9 months ago

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you never disappointed me - part five

part one part two part three four

➻ synopsis: luke castellan x aphrodite!reader ; luke tries to apologise for the party, but it takes you a while to forgive him (10 things I about you AU)

➻ word count: 3753

➻ warnings: ooc/kind of loser!luke, ooc silena, she/her pronouns used for reader, swearing

➻ did this take a month? yes. am I sorry? yes. will it happen again? absolutely

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You were humiliated. You’d spent all night crying, mortification setting in thick over your body as you lay on your bed. However, despite how embarrassed you were, you were mostly angry. Angry at Luke for acting so affectionate, for making you believe that he really liked you then pulling away at the last second. Angry at yourself. Angry that after all these years, all it took was one stupid boy to bring down all your walls; angry that you let yourself be led into this situation.

And so that morning, instead of letting yourself mope around about it anymore, you picked yourself up with a new determination. You were angry, and everyone was going to know about it. Your braids were pulled extra tight, not in the mood to deal with flyaways or gentleness, and the smudged eyeliner around your eyes served as a reminder of the tears you’d wasted.

There was a much shorter line at the Lava Wall than usual. Although skipping out on activities could earn you some shitty chores or revoked dessert privileges, your bad mood had seeped into the whole area, practically lowering the temperature around you. You only had a few newer campers dare to enter your territory, and it took a Herculean effort to not snap at them for even coming near you.

Luke watched you from afar, hidden away in one of his typically safe smoking spots. He was trying to gauge your mood, see if anything was fixable. His prospects currently looked grim. He watched in anticipation as a young girl made a dumb mistake. Luke thought it wouldn’t have been her fault — Chiron had made him tour her around camp only a few weeks ago and she’d been pretty beat up before she got to camp. He watched you yank her off the Lava Wall moments before disaster, and held his breath as you both seemed to falter. The girl looked like she was going to burst into tears, and your face was unreadable, which was usually not a good thing. Just as he thought you were going to take out all your feelings on the scared kid, you crouched down to her level, thumb wiping away her spilled tears. You spoke softly to her, bringing her down from an impending breakdown with a gentleness that didn’t often emerge at camp.

The interaction gave Luke some hope, maybe your heart hadn’t totally closed off. That thought was quashed, however, when minutes later you ripped Travis Stoll a new one for being an ‘egotistical dickhead’ as he fooled around on the wall. Luke was genuinely shocked at the volume which came from your body, he could have mistaken it for a conch horn. Even Travis seemed a little taken aback at your outburst. Usually your bad moods were pretty easy to avoid — stay out of your way and you stayed away from others. Clearly today, though, you had anger to get out of your system, and you weren’t hesitant in expressing it.

You were still upset by lunchtime, and your day only got worse.

“Dance for me, cowboy,” Katy Gardener yelled, evil grin shining across the Dining Pavilion. You kept your head down and ignored it, hurrying to your table. A body popped up in front of you, blocking your path.

“What do we owe you for the table dance, babe?” Ethan crooned, and if you were in a slightly more private setting you would have decked him. You grumbled out a “Fuck you,” and shoved past him towards Drew, knowing that at least she wouldn’t reproach you in public. Ethan clearly wasn’t done with you yet, though, and began an all too innocent conversation with Mr D.

“Why don’t you ask how her weekend was, Mr D?” He said, throwing a casual glance over to you.

“Unless she kicked the crap out of your dumb ass, Elton, I don’t wanna hear it.” You could have kissed Mr D, and then immediately recoiled at the thought. Ethan’s embarrassed expression was enough to please you though, and you sunk into your meal silently, but at least not active with anger.

After lunch Luke tried to apologise to you, or explain himself at least. He knew you were upset, but he was still feeling good about himself. He had noble intentions, and was doing objectively the right thing by not taking advantage of you when you were drunk. None of these sentiments were expressed, though, when you stormed right past him, making sure to land an extra aggressive stomp on his foot as you went. Chris couldn’t hold back his loud laugh, clapping Luke on the back in semi-sympathy as he headed to his own next activity. Luke stood dumbly in his spot for a few minutes, unsure of how exactly to proceed. Clearly you were more upset than he thought.

Your own next activity was Ancient Greek with Mr D. You didn’t know why he taught it at all given you personally thought he was hardly fluent, but it was one activity you actually didn’t mind, especially as you got older. Whilst the younger kids had lessons focused on getting used to the alphabet and language, the elder campers who were more fluent had more traditional ‘english’ classes — learning about texts and languages, only in Ancient Greek so the dyslexia didn’t slow you down as much.

You shot Mr D a tightlipped smile as you walked into the pavilion, hoping to get by the lesson unscathed, though you didn’t have much hope. Both Ethan and Luke were in this class, and you really didn’t want to see either (though Luke usually skipped, so he wasn’t such a pressing issue).

Just your luck, Ethan was already in his unassigned assigned seat behind you, filling in the campers who didn’t attend the party about your escapades. You just rolled your eyes, trying to seem somewhat graceful about your own actions, but the leering eyes of your peers was making it supremely difficult. For once you did regret not making many friends at camp — if you had, maybe your humiliation wouldn’t be such a hot topic, but the very presence of your class reminded you why you had no interest in being friends with them.

The room thankfully quietened down when Mr D walked in, the whole camp somewhat wary of his temper. He started the lesson: Shakespeare. You perked up a bit from your slouched position in the chair. Whilst school wasn’t exactly your strong point with the ADHD and dyslexia, Shakespeare was something you actually kind of understood. When you were younger your Dad had taken you and Silena to a production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream and you’d loved it ever since. Shakespeare translated into Greek was maybe your dream.

Mr D started talking about sonnets, and you got the distinct impression that he didn’t totally know what he was talking about — or just didn’t care enough to go into any detail. You figured that was more correct since he was the god of theatre, but you could never be totally sure with Dionysus. Regardless, he’d moved on from explaining the basic form of a sonnet and had set you a project: write your own version of Shakespeare’s sonnet 141. You sat straighter in your seat, unable to hide the small smile that had crept onto your face. You raised your hand, slightly offended by Mr D’s eye roll.

“Yes, Miss I-have-an-opinion-about-everything?” He sighed, but you persevered nonetheless.

“Do you want it in iambic pentameter?” You asked.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” He hesitated, and you revelled in the fact that you could still surprise him after all these years.

“No, I think it’s a really good assignment.”

“You’re just messing with me, right Barton?”

“Beauregard,” You corrected for the thousandth time, “But no. I’m really excited to write it.” You picked uncomfortably at your cargos as the class watched your exchange.

“Go see Chiron.”

“What?”

“Get out!” He yelled, not quite angry but you weren’t going to be the one to test him. There were rumours of previous campers who’d been turned into dolphins and you did not want to continue that legacy. You wandered out of Greek class, still slightly confused at what had just happened, and headed back to your cabin, not bothering to go see Chiron. With the cabin to yourself you tried to get a start on Mr D’s project, but inspiration was lacking and you resorted to taking a nap instead.

The rift between you and Luke became public knowledge at that night’s campfire. Without even realising it you’d started sitting with him most nights (or rather he sat with you, bothering you until you submitted to a conversation). Then suddenly you were avoiding him like the plague, spitting out a harsh “Get fucked, Castellan,” when he called your name softly, almost begging you to talk to him. You were never one to back down from your decisions though, and left him in the dust, taking a seat next to Clarisse. You could tell even Chris could see something was seriously wrong as he pressed a kiss to Clarisse’s hand and disappeared somewhere, presumably to sit with Luke.

You didn’t even really know why you were at the campfire in the first place. You’d been only a handful of times before you knew Luke, and now you didn’t want to know him yet here you were. Clarisse tried to keep you entertained with her quiet comments — which did admittedly make you snort a laugh once or twice, but you were otherwise miserable. You sure as hell weren’t going to participate or chat to anyone, and you were really regretting not just pursuing your usual routine of getting to the top of the Aphrodite cabin for stargazing. Plus, you could feel Luke’s eyes following your every move, and you were getting fed up with the kicked puppy act.

Your final straw was the singing — why was everyone in Camp Half-Blood so obsessed with singing? The second some douchebag from Apollo brought out a guitar you were done, launching yourself out of your seat and stomping back towards your cabin for some peace and quiet. Just as you were crossing the threshold out of the amphitheatre a hand grabbed your arm and you whirled around to face the culprit, ripping your arm out of his embrace.

“Touch me again, Castellan, and I swear to the Gods I will make sure you have no hands to use.”

“Look, I just wanted—”

“I don’t care, Castellan. We don’t always get what we want, do we?” You knew you were being mean, but you frankly didn’t care. When Luke was shocked into silence, mouth slightly open as he searched for anything to say, you took the opportunity to leave him in the dust, trying to keep your confident walk even as your legs were shaking slightly.

“Bro, what did you do to her?” Beckendorf approached Luke up near the exit of the amphitheatre.

“I didn’t do anything,” Luke snapped, before taking a beat to calm himself down, “She would’ve been too drunk to remember.”

“But the plan was working!”

“What do you care? I thought you wanted out.” A slight blush crept on Beckendorf’s face, accompanying the dumb grin.

“Yeah, well I did, but, um, that was until she kissed me.” Despite his own bad luck, Luke couldn’t help but be happy for Beckendorf, slightly hating the fact that the lame younger boy had grown on him significantly. He let Charles ramble about the kiss for a bit despite his decreasing interest in the conversation, very glad when Percy joined them.

“So I talked to Clarisse,” He said, and Luke knew by his tone the news wasn’t going to be good. Beckendorf was still hopeful (or just naive) though, and pestered him for more details. “’Hates him with the fire of a thousand suns’ is the direct quote.” All three of them grimaced, yet Beckendorf persisted.

“Hey, we don’t know. She might just need a day to cool off.” Luke thought back to the bruise you’d left on his foot earlier in the day.

“Maybe two.”

The Aphrodite kids were all in archery except you, who’d claimed to be sick to get out of it. So, Silena was on her own and vulnerable to Ethan approaching.

“Hey there, Cupid.” He popped up behind her, not noticing the grimace creeping onto Silena’s face.

“Hi, Ethan.” She refused to look at him, focusing instead on aiming her arrow.

“I want to talk about the end of summer dance.” Silena rolled her eyes as the rest of her siblings pretended to mind their own business despite their innate need to know what was going on.

“Look, you know the deal. I can’t go if my sister doesn’t.” The end of summer dance was exactly what it sounded like; a big party for all the kids at camp to celebrate the three months they’d spent together and send off the kids who weren’t staying all year round. Though the actual dance was supervised, it was a well known secret that all of the older campers stayed out through the night drinking and dancing, and most of the folk around camp turned a blind eye for the night. Usually, your dad would pick you up just before the party started, which would inevitably result in a fight between you and Silena. Now though, Silena wasn’t quite so against leaving early, wanting out of the boy drama she’d found herself in.

“Your sister is going,” Ethan said, puffing out his chest as if it made him look more manly. Silena’s surprise was genuine.

“Since when?”

“Let’s just say I’m taking care of it,” Was all Ethan said before walking away, confident swagger in his step as he passed in front of your siblings, and Silena wondered how many of them were holding back the urge to let go of their arrow as he crossed them.

Still, Ethan had to make good on his word, so he found himself approaching Luke again. Rummaging around in his pockets, Ethan presented him with 200 dollars in cash. Luke raised an eyebrow, not bothering with words.

“This should take care of everything for the dance. I’m sure you don’t own anything presentable so this is for a new outfit, flowers for her, whatever. As long as she comes to the dance.” Luke stared at him, and was disgusted at what he was feeling. He might’ve been growing a conscience, something that would be greatly inconvenient for his life as the scary, unsociable older guy at camp.

“I’m sick of your game,” He said finally, pushing the cash back towards Ethan, who frowned. Luke got the distinct feeling he’d never been told no before — except by you, of course. Ethan exaggerated a huff and reached back into his pocket, pulling out one more hundred dollar bill. Luke faltered. He was sick of hurting you, but three hundred dollars was a lot of money. And without any way of making income as a year-rounder it was only more attractive. So Luke swallowed his pride and his morals and took the money. Though, getting you to ever consider going out with him again was basically a hopeless case.

So Luke began his new quest of getting you to speak to him again. He’d shown up to the Lava Wall full of audacity and enthusiasm, and waited patiently in line as you helped the other kids, pretending you couldn’t see him. When it was clear he wasn’t going to leave — or have his turn on the climbing wall — until you acknowledged him, you rolled your eyes aggressively.

“What are you doing here?” You snapped, gesturing for the Athena kid standing behind Luke to have her turn.

“I want to improve my time,” He smiled, and you could tell he thought he was being cute. You only partly secretly agreed.

“You’re so…” You trailed off, unable to find a word appropriate for your audience of children.

“Charming?” He asked, and there was that smile again. “Wholesome?”

“Unwelcome,” You settled on, turning back to your duties.

“You’re not as mean as you think you are, you know that?” You froze for a second, then told the kid waiting to start to hold on until you could get rid of him.

“And you’re not as badass as you think you are.”

“Ohh, someone still has their panties in a twist!”

“Don’t for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties,” You scoffed, subconsciously adjusting your denim shorts.

“Then what did I have an effect on?” Despite the two of you clearly arguing, there was a surprisingly vulnerable look in his eyes. You ignored it.

“Other than my upchuck reflex? Nothing.” You turned on your heel, making it clear the conversation was over.

You were absent from that night’s campfire, which Luke was grateful for since Percy and Beckendorf had much to say about the plan, none good.

“So she’s still majorly pissed,” Percy started and Luke snorted.

“Yeah, got that, genius.”

“Well the question is, how do you stop a girl from being mad?” Beckendorf asked, and Luke could only cringe at how they sounded. With the way the three of them were talking, any passerby would surely think they were three prepubescent virgins. From next to them, Annabeth sighed harshly.

“Look, Luke. You embarrassed her, her ego’s taken a hit. Devastating for any girl, especially damaging for a daughter of Aphrodite. You need to get on her level; even the score and embarrass yourself for her.” The boys sat back, stunned. One by one they processed the instructions, nodding slowly. Thank the Gods for Annabeth Chase was the only thing Luke could think.

With much planning and a little bit of outside involvement (Luke swapped some of his chores with Clarisse’s to get her to agree), the plan was set in motion.

“C’mon, it’ll be fun. We can make fun of the little kids singing Disney songs?” Clarisse lay on your bed as you cleaned your bunk area and you looked at her skeptically.

“Why tonight? We never go to the sing alongs.”

“Dunno,” She shrugged, “Something to do. Plus, summer’s almost over and soon we won’t get to spend any time together.” You grinned, reaching over to pinch her cheek lightly.

“Aw,” You cooed, “I knew you liked me deep down.” Clarisse swatted your hand away but smiled nonetheless, and the two of you stayed huddled up on your bunk gossiping until dinner.

Swayed by Clarisse’s begging, the two of you ended up at the sing along, much too close to the front for your liking. You struggled through the karaoke songs, only staying to commentate to Clarisse. You’d heard one too many awful renditions of classic childhood pop songs when the amphitheatre went quiet, no one knowing who was meant to be leading the next song.

“You’re just too good to be true,” The voice rang out into the night, unaccompanied voice making you gasp immediately in recognition. This was your favourite song, but hardly anyone knew that. It was the song you used to dance to with your dad when you were a kid, before you even knew you were a demigod.

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” People were murmuring now, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from and who it belonged to — no one who’d sung before for sure.

“You feel like heaven to touch, I wanna hold you so much,” You gasped again as you saw the figure emerge from the darkness. Luke Castellan was singing at the camp sing along. You couldn’t hold in your giggle as he continued to sing a cappella, coming into the light of the stage. He seemed to be searching for something though, eyes roving over the audience.

“Can’t take my eyes off of you.” His eyes locked with yours; he found what he was looking for. Before you could dwell on the incredibly cheesy act, music swelled to life, the Apollo musicians seemingly having learnt the piece beforehand. You wondered how much planning went into this. Your joy only increased as Luke began to dance; dorky, outdated moves that made you laugh out loud — a sound so unfamiliar that a few campers had to look back to check it was really you. You laughed and clapped along with everyone else, thoroughly enjoying Luke embarrassing himself in front of the whole camp.

The performance had to end at some point though, and you found yourself rising out of your seat to give a standing ovation, whooping and cheering along with everyone else. By chance you caught a glance of Clarisse’s face to see her already watching you, a satisfied look evident on her face. You were confused for a second before a memory struck you — a late night on the roof trading drunk secrets and stories where you told her about your childhood connection to Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You. You were floored, and also kind of flattered. You knew it would have taken a lot for Luke to go to Clarisse for help — she was scary when she was pissed, and she was definitely pissed at Luke after the party.

You felt that little ball of light start to flicker in your chest again, and you were scared. But more than that you were excited. Despite everything else about you, you were a daughter of Aphrodite and a teenage girl, and the most romantic thing to ever happen at camp just happened to you. You guessed Luke had probably grovelled enough, and you would’ve told him that immediately if he hadn’t been swarmed by campers congratulating or laughing at him. Deciding you couldn’t put yourself in the middle of that crowd, you settled on telling him in the morning.

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xo-cod · 1 year ago

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would you write something about casual intimacy with simon please??🥹🫠

i'm in love with casual intimacy :") hope you enjoy babe <33 i couldn't pick one so i did a bunch but lmk if you'd like a specific scenario 🤍

rushed/ooc as usual.

affection and attention had been something the masked soldier had struggled with for years. he naturally had been closed off and reserved at the start, he didn't care much for intimacy having never truly finding it in his life. but when you entered his life, it'd all changed him completely

simon riley who disliked being caught in hugs and being squeezed, who grew to become incredibly uncomfortable and awkward around hugs and physical touch now came home from a long and hard day of work to actively seek you out and just collapse onto you in a heap, cuddling you close to his chest falling asleep on you. feeling as safe as ever between your arms

simon riley who was an incredibly observant man, who was known on picking up on the small habits others around him did even if they weren't aware of it casually and silently handing you glasses of water or food throughout the day because he knows you might tend to forget or you didn't have a good habit of remembering when to do so.

simon riley who had an intelligent yet busy mind, filled to the brim of placements on how to take down the target as efficiently as possible and how better to inflict the worst torture on his enemy carried space to memorise your coffee/tea order, making sure it was just the right temperature for you to drink and the correct amount of sweetener (or none) so you didn't have to top up

simon riley who everytime you both spoke couldn't help but fidget slightly with you purely out of love. who noticed everytime a strand had been out of place and delicately brushing it back as you spoke to him, continuing to listen intently but making sure your hair remained as perfect as ever

simon riley who was a natural born leader and protector, who lead his team along with price through countless battles and ensuring every last of his men came back to safety now couldn't stop protecting you no matter what. holding your hand securely with his fingers toying with yours or a gentle hand on the small of your back guiding you through the crowd of the streets, keeping you safe and close by at all times

simon riley who didn't laugh much through his youth or a fair share of his adulthood, never being able to find that connection and keeping to himself now gently nudged your calf with his foot under the table everytime soap and gaz did something stupid knowing it was funny but wouldn't give them the ego boost so he kept it to you solely. or his linking his foot with yours from the opposite side even if it was unknowingly because his body craved your warmth, some part of him having to touch you no matter what

or simon riley who was incredibly strong and who scoffed at the sight of couples, who thought he didn't need someone else now enjoyed resting his head gently on your lap whenever he had the chance. his fingers laced with yours as he brought the back of your palm for a soft kiss, still not used to the fact that you were his and he was yours.

simon riley loved different than most, initially he had been too worried to even reciprocate any feelings because he was damaged. some parts of his past couldn't be healed and he swore up and down he could never do to uou what his father did to his mother. some days were easy and others were hard, some days he sought out your touch other days he needed to be alone for a while to decompress.

but even in those silent moments, there was love.

he learnt that perhaps love itself didn't have to be made of grand gestures or explosive displays. it didn't have to be chaotic and mind numbing, it didn't have to be so terrifying and confusing. you were the anchor keeping him steady and grounded

love was made up of the little things and simon was so full of them, he might've not been the most romantic person in the whole world but he was always there and he cared for you in ways that couldn't fully explain himself. it took months of him adjusting around you, it took time to fully trust and let you in, to break down the walls that guarded his heart so fiercely but your life had intertwined so deeply with his, his heart was yours simply all along.

he thanked his lucky stars everyday when it came to you because he didn't have to pretend or make a charade, this love came easy. your love came easy and it wasn't for a price it wasn't something you snatched and dangled in front of him only to watch him fall and break. you kept him steady and in return, he cherished you well.

you truly were the other half to his soul <3

#asks #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader fluff

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stormz369 · 2 months ago

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☕💖 Can I Get Your Number? ☕💖 Ch 29

Jason Todd x (f)Chubby!Reader

written with a female reader in mind, first person pov, no use of Y/N, NSFW, MDNI, let me know if there's anything else I should tag this with!

warnings/labels: poor parenting discussed, Talia may or may not be ooc (if she is, fear not! I have received 2 separate permits, and have been told I may do as I please!), mild cussing, fluff, angst, a smidge of fear

wc: 2.4k

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“... Babe, I know you've described Damian's mom as a ‘real piece of work', and Bruce told me a bit about how she raised him before he came here, so I do know she's not what I would consider a good mom. But that doesn’t explain why her visiting means we can't go to the manor?”

Jason sighed, setting his phone aside. He cupped my cheeks, purring my name; “darling, light of my life. I mean this in the best possible way. … You cannot be trusted to keep your cool with her.”

I blinked several times, frowning; “what on earth does that mean?!”

“You are … passionate. You love fiercely, and I love that about you. Seriously, I don't want you to think this is a bad thing; the way you love us makes me feel so safe, and I know Damian agrees. But … you've already yelled at one of his teachers, his principal, and Bruce. You will not be able to hold your tongue with Talia. And holding our tongues is necessary with her. … If she believes living at Wayne Manor is making Damian weak, she will take him away 'for his own good’.”

“How on earth would I make her think he's weak?”

“Talia is the type of person who believes attachment makes us weak. The things we care about can be used against us, the people we love are the people who will hurt us the worst. She believes it's better to be feared than loved. She's why he's so good at masking his feelings. Why he doesn't always understand his own feelings; his early education did not include processing and recognizing emotions. But she's … incredibly astute. She's analytical, and brilliant, and terrifying, and … she's his mother; she taught him everything he knew before he came here, and now she can read him without trying, even when he tries to hide his feelings from her. So if she sees how you two are around each other, even if neither of you so much as acknowledge each other, she'll know how you feel about him, and how he feels about you, and we'll probably never see him again.”

I growled softly, clenching my jaw. “… Bitch…”

He chuckled softly, holding me close. “I know. Which is why we have to keep our distance. … She doesn't visit often, and when she does she never stays long. She'll probably be here for a week at most, stalking the kid to make sure he's not slipping, and once she's gone I’m certain he'll show up on our doorstep.”

I sighed softly. “... Ok. … If you see him between now and then you have to find a way to tell him that I’m missing him and I love him very much, ok?”

He groaned softly. “Aw, come on, babe. The Red Hood can't lean in to give Robin a hug during patrol!”

“I'm not asking you to hug him - don't hug him! Just make sure he knows that I'm thinking about him. Please?” I pouted, snuggling against his chest; “for me?”

“Ughhhhh …. Fine. For you.” He sighed, running his fingers down my spine.

I grinned, snuggling against him happily. “Thank you~”

“Yeah, yeah …” he chuckled, kissing my temple. We sat on the floor, curled against each other, for a long while before Jason finally moved us to the bed to get some sleep.

Jay quickly started moving his things into my place. I gave him my spare key and made space in the closet. When I got home from the next girls night some of his clothes were hung up next to mine. The next day there was one of those cheap plastic dressers next to my nice wood one, and sitting on top of it was Jason's cologne, a book, and his deodorant. His shampoo, conditioner, and shower gel joined mine on the side of the tub. We bought more towels and a new set of sheets.

All these little changes made me giddy; his things slotting into position next to mine just felt so right, and I would get used to the weapons that were suddenly stashed all over the apartment. We had a thorough gun-safety presentation that night, and he showed me where everything was. On the next gym-and-range day, we finished training with an exercise where he would, entirely at random, shout “intruder” and time how long it took me to have a weapon trained on him. My best time was two seconds; he had expected me to go for the gun in the drawer, not the knife block in front of me on the counter.

Soon I started packing Jason a lunch for patrol. Mostly because I wanted to take care of him in some way, but a part of me also hoped he'd run into Damian out there and share the cookies I made. He rolled his eyes at me the first time I pressed the insulated bag into his hands, but accepted it anyway. I sent him off with a kiss and a wave, and settled in to wait for him to come home. Hours later I fell asleep on the couch, and when I woke up it was 4:30am and he was unlocking the door. The exhaustion rolled off him as I pulled him into a tight hug, and we collapsed into bed. When I woke up for real around 11 the lunch bag was sitting on the kitchen counter, empty and clean. I grinned, filling it again that night, and Jason didn't offer so much as a token resistance before taking it.

A week and a half passed before he ran into Robin on patrol. Jason assured me that he had passed along my message, Damian was perfectly healthy and definitely missed me too, and he had even been forced to share the brownies I'd packed. I beamed, kissing his cheek in thanks, and we curled up in bed.

The next day, we started looking at houses online. We obviously only looked at what was available in Red Hood's territory; on top of him wanting to stay close to his patrol area, it was on the opposite side of Gotham from the well manicured lawns of Bruce's gated neighborhood and thus the perfect place to set up my clinic. Whether our home or the cave was closer, the bats would never be more than 30 minutes away from medical care. Jason took note of a few addresses he wanted to go check out, promising to swing by during patrol to see if they were securable.

“No reason to arrange a showing if I'm not gonna be able to make it safe for you.” He kissed my forehead, wrapping an arm around my waist. I chuckled softly, leaning against him. I was pretty sure he was the one who would need the most security measures to feel safe in our new home, but I wasn't going to argue. The way he lit up when providing for me was too precious a sight; if I complimented his cooking he turned pink and mumbled it was nothing. I thanked him for switching over the laundry and he sighed happily, nodding. When he saw progress in my training he beamed. And when he came home safe in the early hours of the morning, all anxiety and stress melted off of him the second he was in my arms.

In a lot of ways, life was starting to feel incredibly normal. We were like the picturesque 1950’s family I'd been taught to simultaneously idealize and vilify; until the spring semester at GU started I was free to spend my time how I pleased, and with Damian's mother still in town, that mostly meant finding new ways to feel like I was giving Jason as much as he gave me. I made sure he always had enough treats in his lunches, in case Damian was out too. When Jason returned from patrol I inspected him for any small wounds my first aid knowledge would fix. I doted on him every chance I got, and he doted right back. It was wonderful, truly.

But when he left for work, and I was alone with my thoughts, the stillness in the apartment quickly became overwhelming. At first Damian's sudden absence from my life had been annoying but acceptable. But after the first couple days it started to feel like a rabid dog was using my heart as a chew toy. Why was his mother still here? What was she doing? What was she saying to him? He had been making such incredible progress; he smiled more, he initiated hugs, he accepted them more readily. He was painstakingly tearing down the walls around his feelings brick by brick. It was a difficult process, and he was being so brave, I couldn’t be prouder! But what was she doing to those walls while I was kept away?

It had been two weeks, and I was starting to wonder if she planned to stay for the holidays. I didn't want her to stay for the holidays! I had plans, and I couldn't do my plans if I couldn't go to the manor! Being barred from Wayne Manor meant no Damian, but it also meant no Steph, no Dick, no Tim, none of them! We had decided it would be best if it looked like I was just Jason's girlfriend; as far as Talia knew he was indifferent to the family, if that. So I had to appear indifferent at best as well.

I was still able to go to girls' night, because that was being held at Barbara's home. There was no reason to believe Talia would know or care about that. But I missed training with everyone. I missed finding new ways to tease Tim. I missed Dick's good natured laugh. God help me, I even missed Bruce! He pissed me off, but he was still kind to me for the most part, and he was a good trainer. I wanted things to get better with him, for Jason and Damian's sake. I wanted him to be the dad they deserved, the dad Dick believed he wanted to be. I was pretty sure he had it locked away inside him, he just needed … something. What exactly that was, I wasn't sure; maybe to see how happy Damian was with simple childhood experiences? Or to see the peace on Jason's face when we cooked together. Or maybe he needed to experience some of that for himself. But whatever he needed, I was sure he wasn't getting it, and until Talia al Ghul left I wouldn't find out.

I tried to busy myself with crafting and baking. With the winter holidays on the horizon I really should have started on presents around Halloween, especially considering how many people I was making gifts for this year. But better late than never, so I used the time alone to get started. Jason would be gone for hours, I had plenty of time. Or, I would have if not for the knock at the door.

I jumped, looking up incredulously. I wasn't expecting guests, especially this late at night. Anyone I wanted here had my phone number, and no one had called or texted. I grabbed my phone, just to be sure, but I was right - no unread texts, no missed calls. A moment later there was another knock, this one more insistent.

I grabbed one of Jason's guns and my phone, ready to call him with the push of a button, and looked through the peephole. A beautiful woman was standing at the door, an unamused look on her face. Her clothes were too elegant for this neighborhood, she definitely didn't just wander to the wrong door. I sighed, a sinking sensation in my gut as I cracked the door open just enough to reveal my face.

“... Hello?” I frowned.

She raised an eyebrow; “... is hospitality well and truly dead in this country, or are you going to invite me in?”

“At eleven o'clock at night, in this neighborhood, with an uninvited stranger on the doorstep? It’s dead. Now, would you like to introduce yourself, or should I shut the door?”

She tsked; “I am Talia al Ghul. Why have you been spending time with my son?”

I silently cursed, but forced my expression to remain bored and distrusting; “... Your son?”

“Damian …” she sighed, “I believe he's using his father's last name now, Wayne.”

“Oh, Jason's brother? He's not here.”

“Obviously not.” She snapped; “are you going to let me in?”

“Why? He's not here.”

“I know he's not here! I want to know why you've been spending so much time with him.”

“I dunno about ‘much’. I've met him.”

“You are his emergency contact at that paltry excuse for a school he is enrolled at.”

“Oh, is that what you're so upset about?” I shrugged; “'m just doing a favor for Jay by doing a favor for his dad.”

“... Elaborate.”

“Mr. Wayne is a busy man, I am not a terribly busy woman. Emergency contact at the school was a simple enough thing to take off his plate. Kinda thing that seems bigger than it actually is. He now associates me with his life being ever so slightly easier. He already associates me with Jason, ergo he now associates Jason with his life being slightly easier.”

She frowned deeply. “You are emotionally manipulating Bruce into … what, being kinder to his second son?”

“... I suppose so, yeah. Didn't really think about it that way. 'Manipulation' makes it sound so much more convoluted and … effort-full. All I did was sign a piece of paper.”

Her expression morphed into a small smirk; a very Damian-like expression. “... And you are Jason's … girlfriend?”

“Yep.”

“... Hm.” She nodded once. “... Very well then.”

“... Okaaay. … So are you like, sticking around or somethin'? Do you want to be the emergency contact now?”

“No, there is no reason for that…” she pursed her lips; “establishment to have my phone number.”

I shrugged again. “Alright… Anything else?”

“... No, I suppose not.”

“Kay. I'm goin' back to bed then. Goodbye.” I shut the door, locking it, and looked through the peephole again. She glowered at my door, seemingly considering something, and finally left.

I watched her walk away until she was entirely out of sight, then slowly retreated to the couch to text Jay.

Me: Everything is fine, do not panic; but I just met Talia. 11:20pm

Jason: I'm coming home. Don't open the door to anyone. 11:35pm

Me: 👍❤️ 11:36pm

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sweets3rial · 7 months ago

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HIHI!! I just wanted 2 say that I LOVE LOVE LOVE your tutor fic! I’m obsessed with leon in the fic, even if he’s ooc. literally I’m foaming at the mouth for everything about it. feral. on my knees, barking, crying, screaming and need to be put down. keep up the good work babes! oh, also also, I want to ask (you don’t have to if you don’t want to!) if we can get a little sneak peak of what’s in the works for pt.2 of the tutor in dorm 24B? anywho, take care and stay safe!

the tutor in dorm 24B (II) preview!!

maybe you two could become friends.

he thinks he’d be okay with that.

of course that isn’t okay, you couldn’t be friends. god, he’s seen more of you than most of your friends have in all the years they’ve known you. you don’t have sex with your friends. you don’t daydream about their lips on your bare skin. you don’t writhe and whine at the memories of them touching you. friends don’t kiss and make love.

so no, you couldn’t be friends with Leon. you couldn’t be anything with him. it might be cold, but you couldn’t let yourself get attached. so yes, you’re avoiding him. you sent an email to your professor lying about having to take up multiple jobs, you picked up more shifts at work so that way you wouldn’t run into him around campus, and the days you don’t work you’re volunteering.

and when you weren’t volunteering you were walking around downtown, daydreaming like a girl in love. daydreaming about his smile and his laugh, his long blonde strands and the mark his glasses left on his nose bridge, the color of his eyes, his broad frame, and how he felt on top of you.

how his kisses felt — warm lush lips leaving wet trails down your stomach and at your inner thigh. his gasps of pleasure, so close to your ear, and the way he held you. you groaned to yourself, slapping your book down and bringing your face into your hands.

maybe, it was more than one night. maybe it was many nights and days all put together in one. all the tension, all the small stares, all the taunting and teasing. maybe it was more.

a/n: thank you so much anon! thank you for enjoying my work and salivating over it (´∀｀)!! you ask so you shall receive :D! here's a small preview, i haven't finished the entire thing yet but seems like there's some tension (╯•ᗣ•╰)!! what will happen? stay tuned (‿!‿) ԅ(≖‿≖ԅ)!

read pt. 1 here :D!!

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon kennedy fic #resident evil 2 #college!au

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workingbynyx · 1 year ago

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what i think boyfriend dick grayson would be like since i'm having a titans (brenton thwaites) brain rot happening atm ☝🏻 (probably ooc but this is what i think okay 😔💔)

i feel like dick would usually come home late at night of course, having to patrol around the city and take care of his duties as Nightwing. but he still makes an effort to wake up early to spend time together with you and even make breakfast if he has a few minutes to spare !

he'd probably be the type to plant kisses over your neck and shoulder when he sees you cooking up something in the kitchen, his arms ghosting around your waist to wrap around it then seal it with a back hug and a kiss before asking 'what're you making? could smell it all the way back there'

he is a man of CUDDLES, after a patrol he'd definitely sneak up and lay on the space you left him on the bed and gently pull your tired body against his, taking in the sight of you sleeping peacefully while he brushes his fingers over your hair AAAAAAAA

"like what you see?" everytime he works out at home and he sees you unconsciously staring at his well-built figure. he is such a tease sometimes, ugh (and you love it ☝🏻)

I can also see him being the type to not go anywhere if he doesn't give you a kiss before doing so. even if its just a quick meeting over at the titans tower, a kiss on the cheek before he leaves. oh you need onions for dinner tonight? he'll be right out the door but first, let him smooch your forehead rq. this also means goodnight kisses are essential too

isn't a big fan of movies since he rarely has the time for them, but will absolutely sit down and watch a marathon of your favourite films if he gets a day off

would take you out shopping every month, you tried to tell him off for spending too much on you but he just couldn't careless about it—as long as he sees something that fits and looks amazing on you, he'd be out by the cashier with a load of bags with clothes that you'll probably love. (And jewelry too)

dick usually wears casual fits outside like shirts that would have its sleeves hug around his huge biceps then layer it with a normal jacket and black jeans, especially during his detective days when you fell inlove with him and his stupid leather jacket. but indoors, i can see that its either he'd wear your shirts that you accidentally bought too big for yourself or just go completely shirtless.

totally random thought but i believe he probably gets head rushes sometimes and would need your assistance in getting up 😭😭

he'd encourage you to join him in working out, but it would eventually lead to a bunch of flirting and teasing from the both of you

he helps around the house when he can of course ! but you just let him get some rest more often and will insist when he tries to offer some help with sweeping the floor for example. you know how tiring the life of a vigilante is, speaking as the partner of nightwing so you want to make sure he gets the sleep and rest he missed out on during those hours he's gone

takes you out for fancy dinners even if its not an occassion, he's a firm believer that you deserve every good thing that there is whether its in food or not.

his love language is definitely physical touch, words of affirmation and quality time <3

nicknames for you: "love" "sweetheart" "babe" "little wing" "angel"

everytime he comes home with a bruise or two, he takes it to his advantage to get a close up of your pretty features as you nag at him to keep himself safe. he knew you couldn't stay mad at him for too long but he understood your frustrations. the last time he arrived with a bloody nose, swollen lip and a slice to his arm and chest was the day you thought you'd lose him, thankfully you were in the tower so you had all the resources you needed and he eventually healed quickly. dick could be a bit careless sometimes, so after the incident he instilled in himself to try and avoid serious injuries for the sake of your wellbeing.

"you know you're cute when you get mad" "dick i'm being serious! i can't lose you..." "i know², but i'm fine...as long as you're with me by my side, angel" "i swear if yo—" "shhh i'm here now, i'm in one piece. besides, its only a few scratches, i'll live another day. and I surely won't allow myself to leave you like that. not now, not ever—you understand? good...i love you, a'ight? nothing will ever change that" <3

#dick grayson #nightwing #robin #dc comics #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x gn!reader #nightwing x reader #nightwing x gn!reader #batfam #dick grayson x y/n #nightwing x y/n

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thankeywa · 2 years ago

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hi babes i hope YOU MISSED MY SUPER DETAILED REQUESTS! so, for a long time now im craving for the “rut”, “heat”, “nest” and other a/b/o dynamics inserted on avatar universe, so i WAS HOPING:

could you pretty please write something about lo’ak and reader (a female na’vi) where they're best friends and both insanely in love w each other – reader already had her "cerimony" meaning she needs to find a partner soon, but lo'ak has been convincing readers parents to decline any mate offers because none of them is good enough for her. one day, reader's heat come and bsf lo’ak comes to the rescue? i need a cocky possessive lo’ak in my life and I KNOW you're the one whos gonna gimme !!!!!

lov u, drink water and stay safe <3

The Right Profile | Lo'ak x fem!Omaticaya! reader (a/b/o smut).

Happy Valentine's Day to all my readers! As always, requests are open. Minors DNI!

A.N= everyone needs to know that every time you send me a request my mind makes me put everything on standby until I get it done. Also, I have a major weakness for a/b/o and I've been dying for someone to send me a request like this, so yeah, your wish is my command. For anyone who wanted the new installment of Star-crossed instead of this, you can send your complaints to @punkrockrogers (I'm kidding, obviously).

Summary: exactly what's in the request but I found some juicy canon info about Lo'ak failing to tame an ikran on his first attempt and almost dying in the process, and you can bet I'm going to use that for this fic. So, our boi failed his driver's test therefore he does not get to smash. Both Lo'ak and reader are aged up (20 y/o). Title from the song 'The right profile' by the Clash. Quotes in this: one is from Avatar 2009 and the other is by Goethe.

T.W= this is going to be A LOT, if there ever were an Omegaverse phd course, I would be teaching that class, so if that stuff is not for you, scroll away now. NSFW: p. in v., a/b/o dynamics, mating cycles (heat, rut), marking, scent marking, knotting, breeding, also possessive!Lo'ak (our boi is a lil ooc in this, I don't condone this type of behavior in a relationship, it's all for the sake of the story, you know the drill, if this might be disturbing to you, again give this story a miss).

word count: 8k

Mini na'vi dictionary:

'evi= child (said affectionately by an elder)

Tsurokx= rest/sleep

yawne= beloved

syulang= flower

Ngaytxoa= forgive me

Oeya= my (possessive)

yìmkxa= banshee catcher

The Na'vi say that every person is born twice. The second time is when you earn your place among the people, forever.

"I do not wish to take part in the Uniltaron without you." Y/n had told Lo'ak, still distraught from the events of that day. His best friend had been the first of their group to manage to tame her ikran, of course, she had. And now she was set to take part in the Dream Hunt before finally taking her rightful place among the people along with the rest of Lo'ak's peers, while he was left behind.

He had failed and almost fallen to his death during his attempt, and now his parents were going to make him wait until he was 'truly ready' before he could try again. His father had thought it was somehow his business to step in and stop him from trying his second attempt at taming the banshee then and there. Lo'ak had never felt more embarrassed, especially because y/n had immediately dismounted from her ikran and run to his aid the second she'd seen the scene unfold before her eyes.

"You have already waited five years for me to complete my training..." Lo'ak dismissed her words. "And I won't be the reason you wait any longer..." Y/n had never said it out loud, but Lo'ak knew it was true. She'd been postponing her rite of passage so that they would have joined the clan together, and he couldn't deal with it anymore.

"But Lo'ak, I do not care about-"

"Well, you should care." He snapped at her, not really knowing where his anger was coming from. Sure, he'd just had what could have been described as the worst day of his life, but something and been simmering inside him all week. And now Lo'ak felt like he'd reached his limit. In a few hours, the young Na'vi male was going to discover that anger was only a prelude to his first rut. "Everything comes easy to you, but it's like you don't even notice! No one ever said we needed to be attached to the hip for the rest of our lives, so why don't you just get over it and do what's expected of you?"

The second he saw the heartbroken look on y/n's face, Lo'ak wanted to take it all back. He hadn't meant to say any of those things, of course he hadn't. She was his best friend, she was the woman he loved, yet he'd passed up his chances to ever be with her twice in a single day. He was petty and weak, unable to own up to his own shortcomings, and now he was taking it out on the only person in the world who would have never judged him for it.

"I see..." Y/n said, her voice laced with grief. For a single, stupid second Lo'ak had deluded himself into thinking she was about to say 'I see you', it was what he wanted to tell her. He'd been wanting to tell her for so long. "I have... been foolish. I thought that maybe you... that we..." Y/n wiped a tear away from her face, and stepped back from Lo'ak when he tried to reach out for her. "I do not need your pity." She hissed at him, feeling that Lo'ak had just rejected her. "You have made yourself understood."

With that, y/n disappeared from Lo'ak sight and into the darkness of the night. By the time Neteyam found him, Lo'ak was already in the throes of a terrible fever. His father and brother took him to a secluded place where he would have been safe, but couldn't do much for him besides that. Moat had said the rut hit Lo'ak so suddenly that he was beyond being helped with any sort of treatment. He had no mate, and neither did he have the right to choose one. Left alone to endure the most excruciating pain known to the Omaticaya people.

A lot could change in a week. Especially when it came to things taking a drastic turn for the worse. Lo'ak, who was still experiencing the occasional violent aftershock from the trauma he'd just finished enduring all by himself, was about to get accustomed to a whole new kind of pain.

"We seek your guidance, Tsahik." Y/n's parents had come to speak to his grandmother, while she was still in the process of checking he hadn't suffered any irreparable damage during his absence. "Our daughter, y/n, does not wish to wait for love to find her. She has invoked the old ways, asking us to choose a mate for her." Another violent fit wreaked havoc over Lo'ak's body, but this time he wasn't entirely sure it was due to the aftermath of his rut. Moat had told him the worst was now behind him. "Cease your whining, 'evi." She reprimanded him. "Only by regaining your strength will you find the way to be whole again." While that statement sounded overtly obvious to him, the look his grandmother gave him made him think she was trying to tell him something more.

"Forgive us, we have come at a bad time." Y/n's mother said, directing her sympathies to Lo'ak. They had always been kind toward him. "Your grandson is still injured, y/n has been heartbroken about it. We have prayed to Eywa every day for your swift recovery-"

"He has recovered." Moat cut her off. "And your daughter cannot force her childish whims on you. She is a woman, a warrior of this clan, she cannot hide behind her parents. We only arrange the marriages of future Tsahik and Olo'eyktan, for they are given gifts by Eywa herself to guide the people. The old ways have brought nothing but suffering, I remember the time when they were enforced all too well. They are only to be invoked in drastic situations, such as the event of a heat."

"We are grateful for your wisdom, Tsahik." Y/n father said. "But that is precisely what we fear... she is already showing signs. Every day our daughter grows weaker. We know she may not survive without a mate, and now it is too late for her to make her own choice."

"Fools." Moat almost spat. "Bring her to me at once-"

Lo'ak was on his feet and running out of the healing tent at once, no longer willing to listen to a single word of that conversation. Mating cycles were usually something that a couple faced together, but he and y/n had waited too long for their rite of passage. In that time they hadn't found the person who was truly right for them, so now y/n was going to force herself to be with someone or face her heat alone, along with the consequences that entailed. And it wasn't like Lo'ak could step up and ask her parents to marry her, he wasn't even part of the clan. Not only that, y/n also probably thought he wanted nothing to do with her.

He went looking for y/n everywhere. She wasn't in her tent, nor was she staying with her parents. Word was she'd gone hunting, and after a desperate search, Lo'ak ended up finding her in his own living quarters when he returned home in the early hours of the morning. As much as Lo'ak wanted to yell at y/n in frustration because he'd been worried sick over her, the sight of her sleeping peacefully quelled his anger. He knelt down to touch her forehead, and let out a breath of relief. Her body temperature hadn't drastically risen just yet.

Lo'ak took a look around and only then noticed y/n had rounded up the entirety of his possessions to surround herself with in her sleep. She had made a bed out of the skins and paintings which used to adorn the inside of his tent while holding on rather tightly to a piece of fabric he quickly recognized as one of his loincloths. He felt himself turn into a deep shade of blue in the face and attempted to gently tug the item out of her grip, but y/n growled menacingly in her sleep, immediately making Lo'ak give up on his intent. He did not wish to wake her. Not when it was clear she'd been so distressed, she'd felt the need to make herself a nest just to feel safe.

"Tsurokx, yawne..." Lo'ak wished her a good sleep, and went to tell her family she'd been found.

Her parents were thankful, and just because Lo'ak was not allowed to catch a single break, it turned out y/n parents trusted him so much they began to ask him his personal opinion on the skxawngs that had already shown up to ask them to be her mate. Lo'ak respected y/n's parents and knew they were only worried about their daughter, but he was running on zero hours of sleep, and the image of y/n curled up in a nest she'd made of his belongings was still too fresh in his mind, so he let his worst side get the better of him. He lied. Something so deeply human, his people did not even have a word for it.

"...I would not even consider Selkath, he is too arrogant to even see past himself..."

"Pantoran is weak, I would not trust him to provide for your daughter..."

"... I have known Skakoan to have used cruel words against y/n. She does not deserve her..."

The more he spoke, the more Lo'ak realized he was describing himself and the way he had treated y/n, not giving a true judgment of his peers. And her parents were trusting him with that information, even though he had absolutely no authority to be judging anyone. But there was no reason to worry, a fresh batch of idiots would have shown up to declare their 'love' soon enough, over and over again until eventually someone was found.

Lo'ak slept on the cold hard ground just outside his tent, barely getting an hour's sleep before the day began for the rest of the clan.

"Showing your worth to the clan, as usual, Su-ly?" A voice Lo'ak knew all too well asked, as he was 'accidentally' stepped on and woken up. Tholothian had never been too shy about disliking Lo'ak, and the feeling was entirely mutual. "Watch where you're going, Tho'lo." He growled as he stood up, certainly not in the mood to be taking anyone's crap. The other Na'vi was also standing entirely too close to the tent where y/n was currently resting, and Lo'ak was about the get real territorial real fast if the skxawng didn't back off. The low rumble in his throat was still there, and Lo'ak was making it very clear he was not to be messed with at that moment.

Tholothian, who thrived off humiliating the younger Sully brother in any way possible, had to take a step back. Lo'ak had been missing for an entire week, and now that he was back, he seemed to have doubled in size. He was taller, his shoulders wider, his once delicate-looking human hands bigger, and his muscles considerably more defined. And his entire demeanor also seemed... different, menacing almost. Never before would he have considered Lo'ak Sully competition, least of all a threat. So he decided to back off, for the time being at least.

What he wanted was y/n, and Lo'ak couldn't claim her. There was no pride in kicking someone down when they had already lost. Or was there? "I was just on my way to see, y/n..." Tholothian gloated, knowing it was a sore subject for Lo'ak. "You must have heard... she is searching for a mate..." The look on Lo'ak face darkened considerably, and it would have been a lie not to admit he was reaching for his dagger to challenge Tho'lo to a duel and see which of them could draw first blood, when y/n audibly called Lo'ak's name from inside the tent.

Tholothian paled considerably when he heard y/n call out to his rival and Lo'ak smirked, basking in the pride he felt at that moment. Y/n was probably waiting inside to give him an earful about disappearing for a week, but Tho'lo didn't know that. "Yeah, man. I heard." He sneered, his cocky attitude back in full swing. "I'd wish you luck, but I think it'd be fairer if I gave you a little advice instead..." Lo'ak lowered his voice and pointed his dagger in the direction of Tho'lo chest. "If you, or anyone of your friends, come sniffing after y/n again, just know you're going to have to get through me first." He snarled, showing a full set of teeth, before heading back inside to see y/n.

"Hey..."

"Hey? That's all you have to say?" At least she was still lucid enough to be mad at him, Lo'ak thought. There was still time. Y/n threw the first thing she could find at his head, but Lo'ak managed to dodge it. "Where were you?"

"I was sick." Lo'ak said, and cautiously sat down next to her. He didn't know how else to describe what he'd been through, without inadvertently bringing up her own situation.

"Sick?" Y/n asked, still not understanding why he'd been away from home if he'd been ill.

"I'm sorry I missed your ceremony." Lo'ak said truthfully, the regret clear in his voice, even though he'd just avoided her question. "And the dream hunt, and all of it... the reason why doesn't matter, I should have been there for you."

Y/n hugged her knees to her chest, her worry not subsiding at all. What could have been so bad, Lo'ak couldn't even tell her about it?

"So... you're going to be mated soon..." Lo'ak didn't even know why he said it, other than the fact he was always the one to break the silence and say the things others wouldn't. "Why are you making your parents choose for you?" He asked when she didn't respond. "Y/n you know that's stupid..."

"What? Now honoring our traditions is stupid?" Y/n snapped at him, barely leaving any distance between them. "Weren't you the one who said I acted like I didn't care? That I should start doing what's expected of me?" She threw his words back in his face and Lo'ak immediately understood how the entire insane idea of an arranged marriage had come to her in the first place. He'd made her feel less than worthy, like she wasn't grateful enough to be part of the people, and now she was trying to make up for it, even though it was never true in the first place.

"Y/n... I never should have said those words... I wasn't myself that day, you have to believe me..." Lo'ak implored her, but it wasn't enough to keep the tears from rushing down her face.

"Well, it doesn't matter now..." Y/n kept half the truth to herself. She'd childishly thought that Lo'ak would have tried to prevent her from her recklessness and chosen her himself. But clearly, it had been a fantasy. "Lo'ak, I know what's happening to me... and I'm scared, I don't know what's worse, facing it alone or...or..."

Lo'ak pulled y/n into his arms then, holding her close as he felt her tremble against his chest. "You won't have to face this on your own, and... and I'll make sure you'll be with someone worthy, who'll take good care of you..." His words were like daggers to her chest, because there was no one else she could ever want besides him, yet she understood Lo'ak was trying his best to comfort her. Y/n buried her face in the crook of Lo'ak's neck, breathing in his scent. It was a lot stronger now, and only at that point did she realize so many things about his appearance had changed.

There were two small glands, one on either side of his neck, where his scent seemed to be strongest, and she was suddenly overcome by the need to be covered in it. Y/n began to purr softly, rubbing her face against Lo'ak's neck, not really knowing what she was doing other than chasing after the feeling of comfort and protection that came along with dousing herself in Lo'ak pheromones. "What are you doing, y/n?" Her bestfriend asked, his voice sounding considerably deeper than it had been a few seconds ago. "Feels nice." Was the entirety of the explanation she gave him, without showing any intention of stopping. Not that Lo'ak wanted her too.

He suddenly understood why she'd come to his tent in the first place, and that was to seek out whatever still held his scent, to numb out any feverish symptoms her pre-heat was going to throw at her. Lo'ak knew they were treading a dangerous line, but he also knew he would have given anything to have felt any sort of comfort during his rut, and he couldn't bring himself to tear himself away from her. The type of contact y/n was craving at that moment was completely harmless, yet the idea that she needed to be marked with his scent so badly made a Lo'ak feel possessive in a way he hadn't even known was possible. "Yeah? Is that what's been stressing you out, baby?" He cooed, wrapping her braid around his hand and tugging it softly. "You just wanted to breathe in my scent, didn't you?"

Y/n whined at his touch and nodded feverishly at his words. "Y-yes... I missed you, and I didn't know where you were. I just knew you were hurt..." She rambled, but Lo'ak kissed her temple, trying to let her know that there was no need to worry about him. "I'm right here, I'm sorry I was away. I let you down. I should have been here to help you with your nest. Look at this, you did it all by yourself, huh? Good girl." Lo'ak praised her, letting out a deep-sounding purr to let y/n know how impressed he was with her. Y/n nodded, smiling as she basked in Lo'ak's praise. "I did it for you, I wanted to be here when you got back..."

Lo'ak had to remind himself all he was doing was for the sake of helping y/n deal with how increasingly hormonal and emotional she was about to become over the next few days, and nothing that was saying in that moment held any real meaning. Somebody else would get to take care of y/n, and somehow he'd ended up on the council of people who got to determine who that person was going to be. As long as he kept his own feelings out of it, there was no reason why y/n shouldn't have stayed with him.

"Thank you, baby..." Lo'ak whispered softly and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her wrist. "I'm going out to get you something to eat now, do you want to come? Or do want to stay here?"

"No." Y/n wrapped herself around him like a vine. "Stay."

"Huh-uh, it's like that, is it?" Lo'ak chuckled, powerless against her death-grip. So he took the opportunity to have a lie down. Unlike y/n, he was missing several hours of sleep. "Well, I'm not going to argue with the woman who has me in a choke-hold... and sleeping will do you some good too..." He sighed, resting his arms around her middle. It didn't take long for Lo'ak to pass out completely.

When Lo'ak woke up, y/n seemed to have been long gone. Someone had also brought him some food and water while he'd been resting. Lo'ak hurriedly ate something, before heading out to look for y/n, but he didn't end up needing to look too far. Moat had been in the middle of examining y/n when Lo'ak showed up out of the blue.

"Ever heard of privacy? Get out of here, skxawng!" Y/n yelled at him, and Lo'ak immediately did as he was told. At least y/n seemed to be once again lucid and back to normal. For the time being. And now that he knew she was alright he really didn't have any other excuse to be around her, so he left.

Lo'ak finally found the time to get back to his training, something he now did in private. It was embarrassing to perpetually remind the rest of the clan of his failure, and he would not ask his father or brother for help. His mother however, was a lot more difficult to get away from. And she understood more than most. "My son, it is clear you are hurting... we have not seen you for days... "

"So? What good is showing my face when I have failed you?" Lo'ak turned away in shame. He did not need anyone to look out for him, not anymore.

"Stubborn! Just like your father." Neytiri hissed at him, bonking him on his head with her bow and not too gently either. "It is clear... that Eywa made you and y/n to be together. Do not treat me as if I do not see. I see you, my son."

Lo'ak broke down as soon as he heard those words. It was true, he had been pushing his family away, but simply because he hadn't thought himself capable of facing them. What would his mother think of the twisted game he'd gotten himself in? What kind of example was he setting for his younger sister? He didn't deserve to be around any of them until he somehow managed to make things right.

Neytiri hugged him, even though it was something they hadn't done in a long time. She had immediately known how strong and independent her youngest son was from a very early age, and she feared that it may have been the reason why, out of all of her children, he'd most often been left to his own devices while she and Jake were forced to tend to the others.

"You have not failed us, Lo'ak. But you must still fight for y/n... and I will help you."

The next few days went by in a blur. If he wasn't training with his mother to successfully pass the Iknimaya on his second try, he was making sure to steer away y/n's parents from any candidates they may have seriously been considering to be her mate without seeming too obvious. If a certain potential candidate began to seem like a real threat to Lo'ak, then he would personally seek them out to politely dissaude them himself.

"If you ever try to talk to y/n, ke-he, you ever even look in her direction or... you just as much as think of her again, I'm dragging you out of your tent while you sleep and leaving you out to die in the forest. And trust me, the viperwolves will finish whatever meat the Thanator doesn't tear off your bones first."

The Na'vi might have been dangerous, but they were a peaceful people. Humans had been the ones to bring war upon them. And Lo'ak had begun to realize just how much of a scary breed he was of the two things. He was now turning on his own kind, on the very same members of his clan, his brothers and sisters. He was cheating and lying to get his way, just like a human would. And the scariest part was, that realization was bothering him less and less as time went on. Y/n's heat was approaching fast, and as a consequence, he was getting more protective and territorial by the day.

While y/n had been able to keep her head in the beginning, only going through a few 'fever dreams', as Lo'ak liked to call them, in a single day and quickly recovering from them, it was now rare to come back and find her to be lucid rather than not. She had a few lulls, here and there, where it was once again possible to get her to have a coherent conversation, but those instances were now few and far in between. Lo'ak would have to seize those opportunities to take her out so she could have a walk, drink or eat something, and show her parents she was still alive. One night he'd even managed to take her all the way out to the ponds for a swim, something she'd always loved, but she was way past that point now.

Y/n slept most of the days off; the nights were the real problem. Due to her body temperature slowly increasing to the point where it was eventually going to be unbearable for her, y/n had taken to refusing to wear any sort of clothing. Which was particularly hard on Lo'ak, especially since her body was also changing in ways that weren't so subtle. As much as he tried not to look, it seemed as if both her breasts and her hips were filling out little by little each day. By that point, he was sure it was some specific torture that had been crafted for him especially, but it all came to pale into comparison when most nights were spent treating the aches of y/n's fever.

"You need to drink some water for me, baby..." Lo'ak would try to encourage her. "I promise you'll feel a lot better if you do..." Y/n was struggling, and Lo'ak was thankful for the fact that after making a bit of a fuss she would eventually listen to him. He couldn't think of a single other person who would've had the same amount of care and patience to make sure she was eating and drinking regularly throughout her heat, and there was hardly any time left before she was completely under the influence. A decision was going to be made whether he liked it or not.

The only problem was that now, he didn’t know if he was going to be able to stand aside when the time came for her to leave. The two of them had gotten somewhat... close during their time together. Close in a way that Lo'ak was certain didn't apply to being best friends. Y/n had suffered a great deal the night her scent glands came in, two on her neck, two on her inner thighs, and one on each of her wrists, and Lo'ak had almost mistaken the event for the beginning of her heat. The sweetness of her scent had him so out of his mind, and he would have torn himself away from her if she hadn't been holding on to him for dear life. "Don't go, Lo'ak, please..." y/n had begged him through choked sobs.

Lo'ak still didn't know if he'd made the right choice to stay, because of everything that happened afterward. He peppered y/n's skin with kisses as usual, trying to bring her comfort, only this time the need to taste and sink his teeth into her was almost uncontrollable. "Y/n, I don't think I should be here..." Lo'ak tried to say, having never felt so at war with himself. Y/n shook her head and caught his lips in a kiss, completely tearing down any ounce of doubt he may have still had. For the time being. The fact that she was promised to another suddenly didn't matter anymore, and the two of them were painfully aware y/n had been dripping with slick from the moment Lo'ak had pulled her into his arms. They were all over each other instantly, reaching desperately for one another in the dark. The sound y/n made when he breached her walls was the most beautiful thing Lo'ak had ever heard, and they fucked so desperately, he was almost ashamed of it afterward.

Almost.

"I told you, my sweet syulang..." He teased, regretfully having to pull out of her for the second time. "You're not ready to take my— a knot, I mean..." Lo'ak kissed her whines away, only taking a few more strokes before coating her belly will his warm seed. "But I want to try again, weakling..." Y/n huffed, having absolutely no mercy for her spent companion as she climbed on top of him. Lo'ak let out a groan and a laugh at the same time, pulling her in for a hug. "You have come so many times, I am literally covered in your slick... and since you're clearly in the right mind to give me attitude..." he pinched y/n's ass cheek and she yelped, slapping his chest. "You're more than capable to come with me for a swim and... help me clean up all this later..." Y/n had bit him in protest but eventually complied with his unreasonable demands.

In those moments with her, Lo'ak had felt so happy he'd almost forgotten what the future actually had in store for the two of them. Even though now he knew y/n so deeply, both at a mental and physical level, another would be the one to marry her. Another would the one to make a lifelong bond with her, mark her and mate with her.

'Sometimes I don't understand how another can love her, is allowed to love her, since I love her so completely myself, so intensely, so fully. I grasp nothing, know nothing, have nothing but her!' Kiri had once read out those words from one of her mother's old books, since the ability to read and write in English had always been important to his sister. At the time, Lo'ak had made fun of her, saying it was all a bunch of boring nonsense. Now, those words haunted him. Every day. And here he was now, acting in the worst of ways just to hold on to y/n for just a second longer, have every part of her until the was nothing left for anyone else to aspire to.

When he walked into the tent that night, y/n was sitting upright and wearing a large white T-shirt Lo'ak had stolen from the RDA supplies. Lo'ak was happy to see she was doing her best to eat some fruit, and the awkward smile she gave him made him understand she currently had her wits about her. "Moat came by... she said it will happen tomorrow... and she gave me... something to help with the pain. Medicine, I think. She told me... my mate will have to take me away. I can't stay here with the rest of the clan while it happens, it might be dangerous-"

Lo'ak shook his head, raising his hands as he tried not to laugh bitterly at the sadness of the situation. How could she talk about it so calmy?

"I don't want to know, okay?" He tried to say as calmly as he could, but she could hear the distaste in his mouth.

"If you can't even talk about it, then admit what I've known all along." Y/n managed to say in a weak voice. "Lo'ak, I see you... I see you... everything you're doing for me, because of me..."

Lo'ak's ears immediately turned down at the sound of the words he'd been waiting for y/n to say his entire life. His immediate instinct was to shut her out. Now that he wanted nothing more than to say those words back, he knew he was only going to make irreparable damage. He'd justified the fact they'd been having sex in secret because it wasn't uncommon for their people to do so, nor forbidden. The only problem of course was that he and y/n were painfully aware of being in love with someone who couldn't commit to them. They had chosen to live in the most blissful of lies until their time together was up.

Well, that time was now.

"Spend my heat with me." Y/n said, not even posing it as a question.

"I can't! How hasn't that gotten through to you yet?" He asked angrily, hating himself for the way she instinctively flinched at his words. Lo'ak got down on his knees, kneeling in front of her. "Ngaytxoa." He asked y/n for her forgiveness. "Oeya syulang, you deserve to be with someone who has shown enough strength and honor to be part of the people... If we'd only had more time, I... but you cannot face your heat alone, nor will I allow you to tie yourself to someone who is not worthy. Who may never be." Y/n had begun to cry at this point, and Lo'ak could feel that he'd been joining her soon. "An outcast. Someone like me."

Simply put, if Lo'ak had spent y/n's heat with her, got her pregnant, and then ended up dying on the Halleluja mountains on his second or third attempt at his Rite of passage, not to mention the unpredictableness of surviving the Dream Hunt as well, he would have committed the cruelest act of all: giving his mate false hope before leaving them behind forever, all for the sake of getting what he wanted.

"You are... impossible..." Y/n cried. "You say these words, therefore you must believe I deserve to be with someone I do not love when I have already chosen the man I belong to and he has chosen me... do you not understand that would kill me just as much as being alone would? I know you went through your rut alone, Lo'ak... I know you went through that pain and survived, Moat told me. I am willing to take that risk, and wait for you."

Lo'ak looked into her eyes then, and it seemed to y/n he was having a realization. Had she finally gotten through to him? She knew her chances of survival were slim, and she hadn't exactly prepared, but after finding out Lo'ak loved her as much as she did, he would sooner risk her life to be happy with him in the end than choose someone else.

Suddenly he was grabbing her face and kissing her, pulling away just as quickly. "I'll be back by morning... there's something... important I have to do." Lo'ak saw the look of distress on her face as he stood up. In many ways, I would have been their last night together, and he was leaving. "Trust me, syulang, I beg of you. Nga yawne lu oer."

"I love you, too."

And with that, he was gone from her sight.

As he climbed the path of vines and rocks leading to the banshee rookery, Lo'ak wondered if anyone had ever managed to reach the Halleluja mountains past the eclipse in the dead of night. If that person, whoever they may have been, had been so desperate to have made the attempt even though everyone around them had said they were not ready, because it was a question of life and death for them as much as it was for him. After the initial surprise of having made it to the top, he was immediately aware of a dozen pairs of yellow eyes blinking at him in the dark.

Lo'ak immediately whipped out the yìmkxa, swinging it around a little as he cautiously walked amongst the ikrans. "Didn't mean to spoil your beauty sleep..." He said, counting how many of them had already flown away at the sight of him. "There's just one of you I've come to settle the score with, some motherfucker who threw me off a cliff the other day-"

A very familiar hiss came from out of nowhere and Lo'ak now knew he was looking back at his banshee. "Long time no see bro, I sure hope I didn't ruin any late-night plans." The ikran lunged at him but Lo'ak knew exactly what to do this time, and moved without hesitancy, muzzling the creature's mouth with the yìmkxa. "Me? Oh you know, my girl is going through the worst experience of her life--- shit, stop that, man--- where was I? Oh right, I'm supposed to be back home with her, yet I'm out here, dancing around with you. Bet you can't wait to get inside this head, huh? Hope you enjoy all the angst, you mother-"

With a final struggle and a minor chunk taken out of his leg, Lo'ak was able to make the connection. The ikran, his ikran, immediately calmed down and let out a pained sound, that Lo'ak recognized as being directed at him.

"Yeah, well... no worries bro." He sighed from exhaustion and patted the banshee's neck. "Now let's get out of here, I don't have all goddammed night."

By the early hours of the morning, Lo'ak had returned aching from the fight with the ikran and still disoriented from the self-induced high he'd given himself with whatever concoctions he'd found in his grandmother's hut to make himself find his spirit animal. No matter what anybody said, he'd completed his rite of passage and now he was going to tell y/n they could be together. Y/n however, was not where he'd left her. Moat found him soon after, and after reprimanding him for stealing her supplies and acting so recklessly, she told him y/n's parents had chosen Tholothian to be her mate and they had left not even an hour prior to Lo'ak's arrival. The Na'vi, much to his grandmother's protests, immediately set off to find them.

With the sunlight by his side and the ability to fly over the forest, it didn't take long for Lo'ak to recognize Tho'lo's ikran resting on top of a branch and its rider wandering the forest below.

"I thought I told you to stay away from her." Lo'ak snarled, quickly dismounting from his ikran.

"Stay out of this, Sully. The fact that you did the bare minimum this time, doesn't get you a prize." Tho'lo took a threatening stance against him. Lo'ak immediately noticed his bow and dagger were missing, and that he had a large cut across his chest. "Y/n was left in my care and responsibility-"

"She attacked you." Lo'ak accused Tho'lo, charging at him with everything he had the very next second. "What did you do?" He roared with a murderous look in his eyes as he held his knife to his rival's throat. "What could you have possibly done to her to leave you stranded out here, huh?"

"What I have done? What have you done, Lo'ak?" Tho'lo accused him back, sounding all too calm for Lo'ak's liking. "She has clearly chosen you, I see that now. I had known you two were close, but I never thought it went beyond you recklessly amusing yourself with her. I never would have accepted her parents' decision if I had known-"

"The why. the fuck. did she attack you?" Lo'ak growled, actively losing his patience by the second.

"Because she's in a heat, you moron. She won't be with anyone who isn't you now that the two of you have clearly done everything except maybe name your future children...I just wish someone had warned me, so I wouldn't have to be here right now!" Lo'ak stepped back from Tho'lo then, realizing he had just been assuming the worst of someone who was meant to be his brother-in-arms. "She attacked me not two minutes after we were in flight. I thought she was going to kill my ikran so I got us all down to the ground. She escaped of course, but I still couldn't leave her out here... "

Lo'ak nodded, ashamed of all the grief his actions had caused. But he didn't even have time to dwell on it, or make things right with Tho'lo, because y/n was still out there, scared and alone.

"I'm sorry, brother-"

"I'll forgive you when you find her and bring her home in one piece." Tho'lo cut him off, calling his ikran and mounting it. "And I know you threatened others just as easily as you have just accused me. That's what separates you from the rest of the people, Sully. You reek of anger and distrust, toward yourself and others. You are selfish, just like the rest of the sky people. Whatever y/n sees in you... must be the true reason why I'm still willing to call you brother."

After a few minutes of frantic wandering, Lo'ak picked up y/n's scent and it didn't take him long to track her down. She'd hidden herself in a small cave behind the waterfall, a place they'd both discovered once when they were out hunting. The closer he got, the more overpowering the influence of her sweet pheromones became. As he climbed his way up to the cave, mindful of the water cascading above him, he knew she could sense his presence too because she began to call out his name. Lo'ak could hear the strain in her voice and ended up cutting his hands and feet several times on the rocks as he made his reckless endeavor all the way to the safe haven she'd chosen.

He looked up to see her looking down at him, and he made one last stupidly dangerous jump to get her away from the edge. "Where were you? You told me to wait, I waited for you but- you are hurt!" Y/n reached for him, she was shuddering violently and unable to keep herself from crying. Lo'ak knew exactly what kind of pain she was going through, and he had to dissuade her from fretting over his wounds.

"I know, I'm sorry Oeya syulang, I'm right here now. I'm with you..." Lo'ak kissed y/n, making quick work of getting rid of whatever fabric was left to separate them. He let out a guttural sound at the copious amount of slick that gushed out of y/n simply from his touch. "Lo'ak, it hurts..." Y/n begged him, holding onto Lo'ak so tight he was pretty sure she was going to end up rearranging his bones.

"I know baby, you're burning up..." He kissed her neck, feeling how scolding her skin was as she lowered herself onto his cock, taking him all the way with a desperate moan of relief. Y/n seized up around him and coated him with a second wave of slick, high on the feeling of finally having her mate buried deep inside of her. "Fuck--you really needed me bad, didn't you baby?" Lo'ak groaned, unable to even comprehend what was happening around him anymore. Y/n's cunt was impossibly tight and warm, and she was making a complete mess on his lap.

His mate nodded and began to ride him in earnest, her stamina never breaking for a second. Lo'ak was so in awe, he could barely keep up with her. Their moans and whines echoed off the walls of the cave, and Lo'ak knew y/n was desperate to get knotted. "You need to... relax syulang." He kissed her face when she began to whine in frustration. "Might have to fuck you a few more times before your body is ready for me, sweet thing..."

"But I want--" Y/n was beginning to sound completely unintelligible, but she never once stopped grinding down on Lo'ak, challenging herself to take in deeper and deeper every time. "Such a good girl, look at that..." Lo'ak praised her, earning a deep purr which he happily returned. "Gonna make you a proper nest... so my baby can be nice and comfortable while I mount her later, how does that sound?"

Y/n curled up against his chest at the idea, kissing him deeply and coming on his cock for the fourth time since they'd started (yes, he was keeping count), and without much warning Lo'ak began to feel the his knot forming inside of her. She gasped and began to frantically fuck herself back against it, giddy on the pleasure the foreign experience was giving her. Lo'ak gave a a few more harsh thrusts, until his knot finally popped deep inside y/n's walls, binding them together. "Fuck, baby you can't keep moving anymore..." He groaned, blissed out and slightly amused by y/n's attempts to bounce up on his knot while she was stuck on top of him.

Y/n wasn't particularly shy about being loud, but the sounds she made when Lo'ak finally began to breed her made him want to fuck her all over again right at that moment. "It's... it's so much..." She sobbed, overwhelmed by the constant stream of warm cum that was now pouring into her. Lo'ak wrapped his arm around her and made a second connection between them, bringing their cues together. Immediately he could feel how close she was to climaxing again, and he reched down between them to rub her small bundle of nerves while she was still split on his shaft. "Going to cum on my knot, baby...? You're been such a sweet girl, taking everything I have to give you... once I'm done breeding you, your belly's going to be so pretty and full---"

Y/n gave out another high pitched whine and came thanks to Lo'ak's expert fingers. He managed to lull her to sleep after that, while they were still tied together and in the process of mating. Lo'ak found his sleep to be rather light, keeping an eye open for his vulnerable mate and growling menacingly at any noise he heard coming from outside.

When his knot died down he left y/n to get some much needed rest and set out to get everything they needed to stay in the cave for the rest of the week. He knew that his scent was more than enough to let anyone and anything to stay the fuck away from the cave, and that y/n would have been safe. Even though he'd returned with food supplies and other creature comforts to make a worthy nest, y/n was not too forgiving of his absence and jumped his bones the second he came back. After she'd deemed herself sated, they made their nest together, but it was hard to do anything without eventually getting distracted.

Y/n's belly was beginning to stretch out a little already from their activities and Lo'ak was completely mesmerised by the sight of his cum slipping out of her. So much so he could help but hold her down and get a taste. "Lo'ak... w-want your knot again..." she mewled, tugging fiercely at his braids while he drank down the sickly sweet taste of her slick.

"Oeya syulang, I haven't eaten all day, you can't blame me for wanting a taste... " Lo'ak growled softly before sinking his teeth in the scent gland on her left inner thigh, making her cry out. He soothed the wound with his tongue, lapping up her blood. "Now, you're going to have to behave for me a little, or I'm going to eat you out until you're a sobbing mess... understood?"

Y/n was a lot more partial to taking a break to eat and drink something after that. Lo'ak was not surprised when she feel asleep again, and he curled up around her on the makeshift bed they'd made, holding her close to his chest. He immediately woke up when she began to cry next to him a few hours later, not even thinking twice about mounting her from behind as her kissed her shoulders and reassured her everything was alright.

Y/n was the one to link their queues this time, moaning softly as he began to move. "Still hurts if I'm not inside you, baby?" Lo'ak asked, genuinely worried that the heat was still painful even though y/n was no longer facing it alone. Y/n shook her head and tried to find the right words to express what she was feeling, Lo'ak kissed her temple reassuringly, stroking her tail to soothe her. "J-just now... I think... I think I'm ready..." It took a little while for Lo'ak to understand, but then he felt it through their bond. Y/n was at the peak of her heat, and his next load was sure to get her pregnant. "You're happy..." she said, Lo'ak still forgetting that she could probably feel his heart soaring at that moment.

"Yeah..." He laughed, a little choked up. "Course I'm happy... so fucking happy" Lo'ak placed a hand on y/n's lower belly, firmly holding her there as he picked up his pace, pounding into her deeper and deeper. Y/n bared her neck to him then, submitting and asking him to mark her as his own. "Nga yawne lu oer..." He whispered before sinking his teeth into her scent gland, tasting the blood and sweetness there. Y/n cried out his name, feeling their bond deepen even more and the desperate need to mark Lo'ak just the same.

Both of them felt the exact moment when life began to blossom between the two of them when they were lying in each other's arms some moments afterwards. They were holding each other close and tending to the deep marks they'd left on each other's bodies. Lo'ak spent the rest of the night whispering promises and soft nothings to y/n, and she quelled all his anxieties about his wrongdoings or the fact that his child might have inherited his human features.

After all, she'd never cared for the right profile anyway.

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luverbov · 9 months ago

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𐀔 (𝓢) igzai headcanons ィ

“ I never understood, what i was born for “

↺ requested by a friend ( <3 ) fluff 𔓘 ooc

ꕀ Pre-relationship

Ah, so we ignore chapter 114 and Mersault goes smoothly along with Fyodors death, Sigma is finally free, and so Dazai keeps his promise and recruits him to the ADA where he had his entrance exam and our silly casino boy passed.

Sigma sits next to Atsushi, they know each other a little and I feel like they'd be really good friends so!

Sigma is Atsushi's partner (CAUSE Dazai's is Kunikida) and sometimes Dazai gets jealous and whines so he can work with Sigma once every now-and-then.

Since Atsushi is still Dazai's subordinate, I think Sigma would be Kunikida's but they switch sometimes.

Sometimes Dazai goes up to Atsushi and tells him fetch him a coffee, which Atsushi- being the sweetheart he is, obliges to. But really, Dazai just wanted to steal Atsushi's place for a few minutes to annoy and flirt with Sigma.

Dazai takes Sigma down the coffee shop downstairs and Sigma has to watch his painfully horrible attempts of flirting with the waitress and shamelessly embarrassing himself which is lowkey funny to Sigma.

I dunno why I feel like Sigma has givin Dazai the silent treatment a lot and Dazai whines and begs him for attention, he's just spoiled like that ¯\_( ツ )_/¯

Dazai was the one to confess because Sigmas a pussy and I feel like it happened on accident too

ꕀ They're inlove

Honestly Ranpo and Yosano wonders why they didn't date sooner, it was so obvious they were into each other that even Kunikida noticed. Anyways after a few months of teasing and flirting, Dazai grew some balls and asked Sigma out with Ranpo's assistance.

Sigma gives Dazai dark chocolate sometimes, esp after a mission because Dazai likes dark chocolate, FIGHT THE WALL. Dazai loves these little presents and you can catch a glimpse of actual happiness when he receives these. Not silliness. Happiness.

In return Dazai takes Sigma out and treats him to street food (esp crab) because Sigma practically grew up in the Sky Casino, he probably has never had these.

Dazai loves to brag about Sigma to Chuuya and Kunikida, and both of them questions how Sigma deals with Dazai, and honestly, poor boy has no idea either, he just does.

"Well I have a lover! I don't see anyone chasing after you Chuuya~"

Dazai loves rambling about his day to Sigma while cuddling, it makes him feel so safe as Sigma gently strokes Dazai's hair and listen to him rant.

THEY MOVED IN TOGETHER.

Sometimes, Sigma gets woken by Dazai whispering stupid stuff at like 2am which mostly just to piss Sigma off. Dazai always apologizes afterwards and makes it up with gifts and cookies.

Dazai loves admiring Sigma sleep, like they'll be cuddling with Dazai on a sleeping Sigmas chest and Dazai just traces his face gently and plays with his hair

Dazai is a big fan of physical touch so he'll always be grabbing Sigmas waists and hips, he's a lap-sitter for sure and he doesn't mind PDA. They'll be solving a case together and Dazai would randomly kiss Sigmas cheek and enjoy the flustered reaction as Sigma tries to hide his rosy cheeks.

Dazai is a "honey, dear, angel, beautiful" typa guy while Sigma is a "my love, sweetheart" typa guy. I don't think any of them uses "babe, darling, ect." ( Chuuya tho 👀 )

Sigmas kisses are short, gentle pecks which Dazai is more of a sultry, sensual and teasing kiss cause he's just Dazai.

They slow dance from time to time because it reminds them of the day they met, the whole ADA finds it adorable.

ᐢ..ᐢ Shout out to my friend @8st-rjj for helping me, mwah ! ᨒ

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#sillyclee #dazai osamu #sigzai #sigma bungou stray dogs #bsd sigma #bungou stray dogs dazai #headcannons #bungou gay dogs

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queer-devil · 1 year ago

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Drdt Incorrect Quotes

Warning: A lot of these are probably ooc but I was just having fun so yeah

All of these were made using quotes from https://perchance.org/incorrect-quote-generator, my favorite quote generator

Whit, barging in: Syphilis!  Charles:  Whit:  Charles: Pardon?

David: Thank you all for coming.  Xander, wearing a hospital gown: When I heard you couldn't get laid, I dropped everything and came straight here.  David: Well, I couldn't imagine anyone else being part of the "Fuck David Task Force".  Teruko: Yeah, I interpreted that in a different way.

Levi: Ace is mad at me, and I'm not sure why.  Hu: Okay, did you talk before he got upset?  Levi: ...yes?  Hu: That's probably it.

Veronika: We all have our demons.  Veronika, grabbing Arturo: This one’s mine.

Ace: FIGHT ME, YOU NERD ASS SLUT!  Charles: At least try to sound slightly more sophisticated when you threaten someone.  Ace: Oh, I'm sorry. I should ask; dost thou want to engage in a duel, my good bitch?  Charles: Somehow that's worse.

Whit: Hey, babe, remember how I had to go to the pharmacy to pick up my ADHD meds?  Charles: Yes?  Whit: Well, it turns out they're all out for the next five days.  Charles: Fuck.  Whit: It's gonna be a fun week!  Charles: I'm going to Teruko’s house.  Whit: Nuh-uh. Through sickness and health, motherfucker.

Rose: Big day today, Nico. *holds up two shirts* Mustard stain or ketchup stain?  Nico: Mustard– looks less like blood.

J: I'm going to get myself some soup.  Veronika: Be careful not to burn yourself, it's hot.  J: Pfft, I won't burn myself.  *30 seconds later*  J, entering the room: I burned myself.

Charles: You know, on second thought, gum would be perfection.  Teruko: *Gives him a strange look and hands them a piece of gum*  Charles: *Thinking* Gum would be perfection. Gum would be perfection. I could have said gum would be nice, could have said I'll have a stick. But no no no no no, for me, gum is perfection. I loathe myself.

Min: "29-34 Give a particular ecosystem and explain how could it be protected."  Xander: Forests, stop cutting down trees and don't hold gender reveal parties anywhere near them.

Veronika: You know, I used to play back in my gory days.  J: You mean glory days?  Veronika: Ah, that too.

Veronika: Go ahead, Charles. Let it out, cry. If you don't, your tear ducts will get blocked up, and then when you get old, you won't be able to cry.  Min: Just when we thought it was safe to let you back into the conversation.

Eden: What's worse than a heartbreak?  Nico: Stepping on a cat's tail and not being able to explain that you're sorry.

Min: You can’t have a gun on stage!  Veronika: WRONG AGAIN! I can have a gun, and I must have a gun, that’s the rule of Chekhov’s Gun: have a gun. And now that it’s been seen, I will have to shoot someone before the end of the play.

Eden: I'm so happy, I could kiss you!  Teruko: Um...Neat.  *later*  Teruko, lying face down on her bed: I said "Neat," Xander. Who the fuck says neat these days? It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.  Xander, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Teruko. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when David confessed his love for me?  Teruko: Didn't you thank him?  Xander: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked him.

Whit: Adulting is hard.  Whit: How do I quit?  Eden: Time travel! Veronika: Die.

Charles: I feel like doing something stupid.  Whit: I’m stupid, do me.

Veronika: Teruko, what do you have?  Teruko: A KNIFE!  Veronika: Okay, have fu-  J: NO!

Veronika: Between Teruko, Arei, David, and me -- if you had to -- who would you punch?  Eden: No one! They're my friends. I wouldn't punch any of them.  Veronika: David?  Eden: Yeah, but I don't know why.

Charles: As a functional adult-  Whit: *chuckles*  Charles: … As a functional adult—

Eden: Where’s Veronika?  Whit: Around.  Eden: Around?  Eden: You don’t have any idea, do you?  Veronika, dropping down from above: Did you know there’s a space above the ceiling?

J, texting: Arei, will you please go to sleep?  Arei, texting back: What makes you think you didn’t just wake me up?  J, yelling: I CAN HEAR YOU CLAPPING TO THE FRIENDS THEME EVERY TWENTY MINUTES SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP!  J, texting: Just a hunch :) You goin’ to sleep soon?  Arei, texting: I’m trying  J, yelling again: TRY HARDER I HAVE A 5:45 AM MEETING TOMORROW BITCH  J, texting: Okay, don’t stay up too late or you’ll be cranky :)

Nico: I feel awful about killing you.  Ace:  Nico: Even though technically you never even died, so I don’t know what you’re bitching about.

Eden: Why can’t we all just get along?  David: Because most of us are assholes, Eden.

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hopefulromances · 1 year ago

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Oooh that sounds like a cool game! #12+royjaime?

#12 Half Truths by Joseph

"Lights dim in this dark room Quick breaths, it'll end soon Just how many half-truths Do I have to Tell myself to get through?"

TW: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mentions of Past Sexual Abuse, Panic Attacks, a little ooc whoops

It was happening again. Jamie felt himself slipping into that emotionless wasteland that he called his mind. He'd been talking with his dad again and it hadn't been bad but it hadn't exactly been good either. Dr. Shannon said it was hard reconnecting with an abuser and to be very careful with him.

And it was fine at first. Went to the family days, exchanged childhood memories with his dad, heard the apologizes he'd practiced. But now, It was like a darkness had started to come back between them. Jamie felt like he was trying to make his dad be something he wasn't, trying to make up for lost years.

But James just wasn't that person. It wasn't fair to him and it wasn't fair to Jamie and Jamie knew it. He could feel his father's failures piling on him when he remembered all the times that he didn't show up. Then one day his dad brought up Amsterdam like it was a fond memory. When Jamie reminded him that it wasn't exactly that fond for him, James insisted that there had to be something good about it. Some good memory from that time, it wasn't all bad.

But Jamie had started remembering. Those repressed memories from that night of the lady and her hands on his body. That's what he remembered from that trip. But his dad insisted that it wasn't all bad.

Anyways, Jamie was slipping. His father failing his standards, his own body failing his standards. He was slipping.

It came to a peak one day when Declan smacked his ass unexpectedly. It shouldn't have been unexpected, this behavior was common practice in the locker room, but for some reason, it scared Jamie. He yelped and fell backwards, schooching back against the median.

The locker room fell silent as they stared at Jamie. He was shaking, his arms shaking, his back shaking, his legs shaking.

Deep Breaths, he thought, it's just a memory it'll pass. Hands touching his arms, his back, his legs. It'll end soon, you're fine.

"You're okay, Jamie." Roy's voice was husky in his ear. "Take my hand, squeeze it." Jamie found Roy's hand right in front of him. Squeezing it hard. He vaguely heard Roy grunt in pain. "That's it, I'm here."

Roy continued to speak comforting words into Jamie's ear as he came back down to earth, the shaking stopping, the hands disappearing. He was in the locker room, he was safe. And, most importantly, he was with Roy.

"There you go, just breath," Roy hummed. "You back, babe?"

Jamie nodded, rolling his neck. Then he let go of Roy's hand and hopped up off the ground. "Thanks, matey, see ya at 4 ya?"

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Roy barked, standing with a loud crack from his knee.

"Home, ya? Trainin's over, innit?" Jamie grabbed his bag and threw it over his shoulder.

"Jamie you just had a fucking panic attack and called me 'matey' you think I'm just gonna fucking let you go home?" Roy looked so cross with Jamie. If he didn't know him well enough he'd think he was angry. But Jamie knew more than anything he was just scared, worried about Jamie. "You've been leaving early, running ahead of me, avoiding the press. It's happening again."

God, he wished his didn't know every inch of Roy's mind and that Roy didn't know his. Jamie twisted the signet ring on his finger,sucking half his bottom lip into his mouth.

"Been seeing my dad, ain't I?" Jamie huffed out a laugh. "He was talking with me about... about Amsterdam."

"Jamie--"

"He said it couldn't have been that bad, and maybe he's right... ya know maybe it wasn't-"

"Jamie, stop," Roy was at his side in an instant, taking Jamie's hands in his. "Jus' stop."

Jamie looked down at their hands, squeezing on and off, trying to gain some symbalance of confidence.

"Amsterdam was not okay, what he made you do was not okay," Roy insisted, lower his head to catch Jamie's eyes. "None of it was okay."

Jamie nodded, feeling like a kid being told off by their teacher. He rocked forward, knocking his head against Roy's.

"Most importantly, Jamie, you're a strong fucking lad," Roy reminded him. "Stronger than anyone else in this club. And you are going to prove your dicksleeve of a father wrong. But... but you can't fade away on me again."

"I can only help you if you let me. And I want to help, I won't go easy on you but I'll try and fucking help," Roy ran a hand through Jamie's hair. "At least let me condition your hair."

Jamie chuckled, scratching his scalp. "Yeah, I can do that."

"Good, now get your shoes on I want to go on another run before nightfall," Roy turned Jamie around and pushed him lightly towards his cubby.

Jamie turned and saluted before grabbing his trainers. Yeah he was slipping, but Roy was there to catch him when he fell.

#hopefulromances 1k celebration #spotify wrapped game #Jamie Tartt #Roy Kent #royjamie #roy kent x jamie tartt

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librosamarillos · 2 years ago

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passed down like folk songs

chapter 14: oh, crone

Maegor Targaryen x OC

Also on Ao3

chapter index

Tags: hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, angst, mature themes, targaryen incest, violence, Maegor is a red flag himself, characters are ooc probably, MINORS DNI

hope y'all enjoy! some trouble starts to brew <3

Going to the morning prayer with his daughter was a tradition Duncan held up since she was little. Wherever they were travelling, they always made time to start their day with prayer. In King’s Landing, the sept of remembrance, built in the name of the late Queen Rhaenys, had become their destination quite often in the mornings. As the septon sang the usual prayers to the seven, Duncan bowed his head and silently prayed.

“Oh Crone, grant me the wisdom to make the safest choice for my child. Don’t let me make a choice that will cause her harm, help me see what I cannot, help me see if I can trust them with her.”

When he lifted his head, he turned to see Rowan, still bowed down in prayer, as well as his niece and nephews. It was a lovely day and the city was booming with all those who had travelled to swear to the King and it was the perfect time for his family to explore and enjoy what King’s Landing had to offer. The morning prayer came to an end and everyone was exiting the sept, but Duncan felt it in his heart to stay back for a moment.

“Go on, I’ll be right out.” he told his brother, who ushered his children outside, along with his daughter.

Duncan made his way to the statue of the Maiden, kneeling down as the sept emptied. He lit a candle and crossed his hands in prayer.

“Protect my daughter, my little girl. Please guard her from anyone who’d wish her harm, from anyone who’d hurt her innocence and virtue. Keep her safe, I beg of you.”

He was no fool. From the moment Aegon declared Aenys his heir, people had doubts. They remembered the small, sickly child, and the young and charming prince, but a King? No one voiced their disagreements, no one was foolish enough to do so, but Duncan kept his ears open. He knew that with Aegon’s death, problems would arise, and he was not convinced Aenys had what it takes to deal with them all. The offer Visenya made to his daughter was a generous and honourable one. Very few had the honour to be her ladies in waiting, and Rowan could benefit greatly from it. He had little doubt in his daughter’s abilities, no, but the unrest that was brewing was another story entirely. If his suspicions proved correct, he’d be leaving his daughter alone for half a year, in a court that could end up shattered. He hadn’t left her alone for such a long time before, not after Edith had died. He wasn’t sure if he could trust the world to be kind to his little girl.

Visenya had become a dear friend over the years, he knew how close she was with his girl. He was happy to know that Rowan would not miss out entirely on having a maternal figure, but leaving her in her care alone was not something he thought he’d ever do. Then there was Maegor. Gods be good, he cared for him deeply as a boy, but he was not sure he could trust him around Rowan now. Duncan heard of the whispers of his growing cruelty, how he was angrier, short tempered, how could he sleep well knowing he was always near his daughter? Especially after knowing that neither’s feelings had changed at all? He had to admit, he was really good at masking how he felt, but after knowing him since he was but a babe, Duncan saw right through him. He was a volcano ready to erupt at any minute, and how could he be sure Rowan would not be caught in the middle? He could taint her virtue, ruin her, create a schism between their house and the Hightowers, should he be caught doing what Duncan feared he’d do. He had to find Visenya.

He tried to shake the thoughts out of his head as he rose to walk out, wishing to be able to relax while running errands with Rowan. He could see her talking with Finn just outside the door, laughing about something. He started to hear as he walked closer.

“Surely, you can not prefer the honeycakes here to the ones back home! What have they done to you Rowan! Is it not always you who complains about the taste of honey when it’s not the one from our beehives?” Finn laughed, teasing her.

“I never said I prefer them, only that they were delicious! Do not be such a snob, we’ll try them after lunch, we’ll meet you there.” she replied.

“You won’t be joining us? I thought you were going to give us a tour of the city you’ve grown so fond of. You promised!” he protested, crossing his arms.

“I need to visit the tailor with father. We have some errands to run, then we’ll meet you guys for lunch near the centre. Or here if it’s easier, so you don’t get lost again.” Rowan teased.

“Gods, that was one time!” he complained, smiling at her.

“Oh, forgive me!” she begged sarcastically, making a pleading gesture.

Duncan smiled at the two as he approached them. He remembered telling a two year old Finn that he now had a little cousin, and how excited he was to finally have someone to play with. The two had the most in common compared to the rest of the family, especially when it came to the subjects they loved to study. Finn had grown into an excellent young man, preparing to one day take over house Evergreen.

“I’m afraid I have to steal her now, Finn. I trust you’ll all find your way back here later?” Duncan chuckled and patted his nephew’s shoulder.

“I cannot promise anything, uncle.” he joked.

“Right, now have fun looking around and keep your wits about you. Make sure Archie doesn’t run off too far.” he advised and offered Rowan his elbow. “Shall we?”

“Of course! See you later, Finn!” she waved goodbye and they began to make their way to the seamstress.

It was the time when the city truly woke up, right after the morning prayer, when people walked around before heading to their jobs, when children were finally stretching their legs after sitting still in the sept for an hour and when everyone began their errands. He loved spending time with his daughter when he could. He knew that once she married, their errands would not be run like they have since she was a girl, so he cherished each moment he could. She was now a woman grown, and it was time for him to find her a groom, but he kept postponing it, because he saw how the hurt had not left her. He was afraid it never would. And now, with Visenya’s offer, things could get murky.

“Have you given it any thought?” he asked as they took their stroll in the streets.

“I have, perhaps, too much.” she sighed, holding onto his arm. “I could barely sleep, all I did was ask the crone for guidance until my eyes could no longer stay open.” she admitted, looking around the small market that began to take form.

Duncan smiled at her, wondering how it could be that they were so similar. He followed her gaze to the people who were setting up their goods to sell, taking note of things they could pick up once they finished with the seamstress. The markets here were nothing in comparison to the ones in Oldtown, but with proper city planning, he was sure they could stand a fighting chance.

“I would love to be here with her, I always miss her terribly when I’m not here. I truly wish to help her and all, but… well, you know. I wish I could say it got easier, but I’m afraid it would be a lie.” she spoke softly, she always did.

“Give your heart a break, Rowan, you do not have to accept. She will not hold it against you if you do. I don’t want you to be in pain if you’re going to stay here.” he said, moving some curls away from her face with his free hand. “You’ll grow to thrive in the role, I know it, but no amount of social advantage is worth it if you’re miserable.”

“Perhaps… I can ask her if I can try it out? Stay for a moon and see if I can do this? Do you think she’ll agree?” she asked. “Better yet, do you think it’s a good idea?”

“I think that’s fair. Ladies tend to have a small trial period to see if they like their ladies in waiting, for you it’ll be the other way around.” he smiled at her.

The two had arrived at the familiar shop of the seamstress, Bertha, who had become a friend to Duncan. He led his daughter inside and closed the door, taking in the rolls of fabric that adorned the walls, before spotting the owner in the back.

“Good morning Bertha, how have you been?” he walked closer to greet her.

“Oh, Duncan, back in the capital again? And Rowan, how have you been? I haven’t seen you in so long!” Bertha grinned at his daughter, who returned her smile.

“I’ve been well, thank you! How are you holding up with all the new people in the city?” Rowan asked politely.

“It’s been noisy these past fortnights, but what can you expect? Are you here for a new dress and tunic?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes, we are. Weather’s getting warmer.” he smiled, turning to look around the store.

He settled on a lightweight green fabric that would match the rest of his wardrobe. He saw that Rowan was gravitating toward a bright violet fabric, reaching out to feel it against her hand. Lucas smiled.

“Do you like that one, Rowan?” he asked, earning a nod.

“Well, I have your measurements already Duncan, but you young lady, have gotten a bit taller, come back here so we have them up to date.” the short, black haired woman commanded, with Rowan following.

After the measurements, the talks of the problems she was facing and the choices of fabric, they exited the shop and made their way to meet the rest of their family. The afternoon was spent in good spirits, with Finn and Rowan leading the younger ones around the city to hear the musicians that would gather and the singers. Duncan sat with his brother and goodsister, keeping an eye on the kids, while they enjoyed their tea and biscuits.

It was late afternoon when he made his way back to the unfinished red keep, on a mission to speak with Visenya personally. The halls were a lot more quiet recently, seeing as everyone seemed to mourn the loss of Aegon the dragon, Visenya most of all. He arrived at her door, stating his intention to speak with her to the Kingsguard sworn to her, who promptly let him in. The dowager Queen was solemn, looking over what appeared to be raven scrolls. He did not pry.

“Thank you for seeing me, your grace.” he greeted.

“I’ve told you many times, you’re always welcome to speak to me, Duncan. I was surprised you didn’t come earlier, in fact.” she turned to him, placing down the small parchment she had just read.

“I wished to speak to my daughter first, to see how she felt about the situation, before I came to you.” he sat on the chair, keeping his eyes on her. “Why did you ask her?” he boldly questioned, earning a look of surprise and disbelief from the warrior Queen.

“Do you not think your daughter is capable of such a role?” she asked, violet eyes now wide.

“I find my daughter most capable. What concerns me is leaving her here in the capital for six moons a year, especially in such conditions.”

“What ‘conditions’ are you talking about?” she urged, already knowing the answer.

“Visenya, let us not pretend.” he called her by her name for the first time. “You see the doubt in people’s eyes, you hear the whispers of rebellions. You think I’d be okay with leaving her in this potential mess? Not to mention the prince…” he whispered as if the walls had ears.

“You seem to forget, Duncan, that I have a dragon. And so does my son. If Rowan would be safe anywhere, it would be here. Do you think I’d ever let anyone touch a hair on her head without losing theirs? And Maegor…” she averted her eyes for a moment. “Do not worry about him. He will not step out of line, you have my word.”

“Swear it.” Duncan rose from his seat, walking a bit closer to her.

No matter the affection he had for Maegor, he refused to turn a blind eye or leave any room for him to think it would be alright to approach his daughter.

“What?” Visenya asked, raising a brow as if she did not hear him well.

“Swear it to me, that you will keep her from harm and protect her virtue. I do not take her safety lightly, you wouldn’t either. So swear it to me.”

She thought for a moment, before nodding. Visenya rose as well, meeting him in the middle of the room, away from the scrolls she was occupied with.

“Duncan, I swear it to you, I will keep her from all and any harm, and her virtue will not be tainted. Anyone who dares to try shall answer to Vhagar.”

“Even if it’s Maegor?” he boldly asked.

“Maegor will face something much worse. Me.”

As Maegor walked to the small council room, he let his eyes look around. It was an embarrassing look to all of those who came to swear to Aenys. The keep was still unfinished, walls undecorated, not enough rooms and not enough of it was decorated. He’d have to tell Aenys about it. It was a pathetic castle for their great house. He wondered just how grand his father wanted it to be, if he had any of his plans somewhere. Did he share the same vision for it as him? He wanted to say it didn’t matter, but he desperately wanted the answer to be yes. His mother spent a lot of time in his chambers ever since they arrived here, perhaps she knew. He would ask her soon.

With so many nobles staying in the city, there was an influx of knights and guards in the castle, to make sure the King’s family was safe- since the castle still wasn’t. He would have strong and thick walls around- perhaps a holdfast. This is where their family resided, it needed to be the safest place in all of Westeros.

He slowed down his pace when passing by his mother’s chambers. He had hoped he could run into Rowan again, to feel like he could breathe once more. It was rather pathetic of him, he knew, walking around aimlessly at times, just in the hopes to catch a glimpse of her hair, if he was lucky enough he could even catch a whiff of jasmine. He wondered if Ceryse noticed a difference in him these past nights, and he hoped if she did, that she wouldn’t bring it up. It was a strange understanding between them, pretending the other was someone else.

Before he knew it, he reached his destination and walked through the doors with purpose. It was his first meeting with the council, he wanted to make sure everyone knew just who they were dealing with. He was early, only Aenys and his hand, Alyn Stokeworth were present, their smalltalk dying with his entrance. Alyn seemed to stiffen when he laid eyes on him and Maegor had to stop himself from smirking. He was scared. Good. Aenys greeted him joyfully, unaware of the heavy mood of his hand, or the rest of the court. Was he truly that out of touch? Did he need their father to guide his every move to the point where he did not pick up on the doubt and rumours on his own? Soon the rest of the council came in, looking solemn. It was the same council his father kept, but since Maegor was never invited to join in before, he only knew what his mother told him. She always made sure to keep him in tune with the happenings, including him when she held court and letting him know about anything she had heard. His mother prepared him properly. His father, seemingly, did not prepare Aenys that well. At least that’s what it appeared to be.

“We’ve received some alarming news, your grace. Two rebellions have broken out, seemingly with the opportunity of all the lords being here to swear to you.” Grandmaester Gawen spoke up first, his voice as serious as Maegor remembered it. Something about him always rubbed him the wrong way. “The Vale has been taken over, Jonos Arryn having taken the rightful lord, Ronnel Arryn, captive. He has declared himself King of the Vale.”

“Where else?” Aenys managed to ask, once the shock settled in. “Where else has rebellion broken out, Maester?” his voice was still soft.

“Harrenhall has been taken by an outlaw. He calls himself ‘Red Harren’ claiming to be the grandson of Harren, your grace.”

Maegor studied his elder half-brother’s face. He was very openly distraught, his eyes betraying confusion at the announcement. Maegor knew people loved him, but to be delusional enough to think no one would rebel after the death of their father was foolish. They were testing him, to see if he was truly their father’s son, or as the rumours had it, a bastard of a singer his mother entertained.

“What shall we do, your grace?” his hand spoke up.

Aenys seemed baffled by the question, slumping back into his chair, tapping on his chin, before turning his attention back to the maester with the greying hair.

“Maester, did they say why?”

“Your grace?”

“Why did they start a rebellion? Were they displeased?”

The room fell silent after the King’s question. Many baffled gazes were on him, wondering if he really just asked such a question. Maegor wanted so badly to just scoff at him.

“They’re pushing you, to see how much disrespect you’ll allow them to get away with.” Maegor spoke up, his deep voice startling everyone.

Aenys looked at him with wide eyes, contemplating for a moment.

“What are you suggesting I do, brother?” he asked, almost like a puppy lost.

“Send me. I’ll take Balerion to the Vale, show them that dragons are not to be messed with. I shall gather some lords loyal to the crown to raise an army to crush the rebellions completely. Give me leave, and I shall reclaim both the Vale and Harrenhall in your name.”

Aenys seemed hesitant, perhaps not wanting to shed blood in the first fortnight of his reign, but he was a fool if he thought he’d have a reign of sunshine without working for it. Seeing the rest of his council nod in agreement, Aenys couldn’t help but agree.

“Very well. Prepare your men for battle. Let me know what you will need, and you shall have it.” he decided, trying to look determined.

The rest of the meeting was focused on the logistics of crushing the rebellions, the money and food necessary, the details of it all. Lord Allard Royce had offered to raise his army against the rebels, confident that with Maegor and Balerion’s help, they’d crush them sooner than they had risen up.

They must have been in the meeting for hours, but Maegor did not tire. He could not say the same for the King, who was holding his face with his hands as soon as everyone else left. They never spoke of feelings much, but Maegor understood from their last conversation that Aenys felt alone and frustrated.

“I don’t understand, Maegor. It’s barely been a fortnight, why do they already hate me? They could’ve just talked to me, I would’ve heard them out!” he sighed in defeat.

“You cannot rule like that. The second our father died, they saw the chance to undo his work. You must show them you will not allow that, do you understand? What kind of King allows such disrespect, not only to himself, but to the empire his father bled to build?” he scolded.

“Do you think me such a failure already, brother?”

At that moment, Aenys looked like a child, eyes begging for reassurance. Was he truly so lost and blind? Maegor felt a small surge of guilt for looking so down on him for all his life. In his youth, he wondered what this mysterious big brother he had in the capital was like. If he was anything like his hero of a father, surely, he’d be a great warrior. But that was when he was a boy of five. His father was no longer the shining hero in his eyes, not always, and his half-brother was a disappointment.

“You’ve yet to mess up, Aenys.” he started, trying to reassure him. “I do not plan to let you be a failure. So do not worry too much. I will crush the rebellions and it will be okay.”

He knew he was not a man good with words, but he hoped to at least be of some comfort in this moment. His half-brother had only him and his mother on his side. He could absolutely not entrust his Velarion wife with such matters, for what help would she provide him? Both him and Alyssa had this terrible need to be loved by all, surely if he told her, she’d echo his own feelings back to him. That would not be enough to crush the rebels.

At night he followed his usual routine, visiting Ceryse’s chambers. He hated to admit he was looking forward to it, seeing as he could now vividly use his imagination to relieve himself of all the tension his Rowan had built up in him. But when he opened the door, he found his wife arranging her jewellery, instead of waiting for him on the bed like she normally did. She was a bit startled to see him, but she offered him a polite smile.

“Husband. Good evening.”

“Wife.” he nodded in acknowledgment.

“I heard news of rebellion, is it true you plan to go?” she asked, abandoning her task of arranging the gems in front of her, turning her attention to him completely.

“It is. I’ll be leaving in a fortnight.” he responded, starting to unbutton his tunic.

“Oh,” she said when he began to undress, “I… I have my moonblood.” she said, avoiding his eyes as she said it.

“Again?” Maegor immediately stopped at her words. “It’s been more than a year.” he said slowly, as if testing to see how she understood his accusation.

“How do you think I feel? Do you not think I feel disappointed every month?” she replied immediately, her blue eyes now beginning to show anger at his tone.

“I’ve been dutifully visiting you every single night since we’ve wed. For a year, I’ve done my duty, wife.” he said, almost spitting out the last word.

“What exactly are you implying, husband?” she spat out, mirroring his own anger.

“You know exactly what I’m implying.” he replied dangerously slowly, like a threat, before turning to leave for his own chambers.

At first he had tried to be civil, but for how long was he supposed to keep this up with no results? He had done exactly what he was supposed to, even more than any other man could say, but still nothing. How was he to keep calm about this? Aenys had Alyssa with child within the first few moons of their marriage. He promised Rowan he’d be kinder, but she couldn’t understand his urgency. Ceryse was failing.

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pocoyo-yo · 3 years ago

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[Vanilla Wafers II - Boten!Mikey x F!Reader]

Summary: Y/N is home and has to face her boyfriend, Mikey, once he arrives. [Imma be honest w ya'll cuz this fic might seem OOC for some ppl, Mikey is not my number one choice in TR in fact ion rlly care abt him all that much, good character, good looking, just not my cup of tea so I don't really know how to write him very well honestly]

Warnings: degradation, humiliation, manhandling, angst, (but it depends on what you consider angst), pet names, public sex, language, dirty talk, cheating/adultery, cockwarming, unprotected sex idfk, Y/N hoeing around !!!CONTAINS SLIGHT MANGA SPOILERS!!!

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

-Part One-

You jumped up at the sound of the front door handle jiggle before it swung open. You pressed your lips together as your boyfriend, Mikey, stumbled in— leaving the front door to the penthouse wide open.

The light from the hallway seeped into entrance area.

"Mikey," You quickly stood up and adjusted your silky nightgown. "you've been gone for a while..."

Lucky for you, Draken hadn't covered in any hickey's that would raise eyebrows but your ass was still bruised.

Mikey looked up at you and walked over towards you. He licked his lips as he pressed himself close to you. It was like he was using you to balance but he seemed sober, the only thing he smelt like was the Vanilla & Oak cologne you had gifted to him for his birthday and the Black & Milds he smokes.

"I've been looking for you," He mumbled as he traced his finger down your neck. "...lookin' all over for my presious princess..."

You gulped and felt Mikey's lips dig into your cheek, they were soft as per usual. He let out a long sigh that sent shivers down your spine. "I even," Mikey chuckled as he leaned into your ear. "I even sent Sanzu to keep an eye on you all day— just to make sure you were safe.."

Everything seemed the slow down and your body had never felt so still...not once.

Did he know?

No, of course he knew.

"You...did what?" You whispered and Mikey pulled away but moment you got a full view of his face his hand grabbed your own, squishing your cheeks together. You expected more anger but he only smiled softly, his eyes not even showing hint of anger— of anything.

Like always.

Mikey licked his lips, staring at your face a bit longer before his eyes eyes trailed down your body. The nightgown you were wearing was see-through, the moonlight from the large window made it very clear that you had nothing on under it except your lace panties.

"Fuck," Mikey let go of your face and let his eyes fall shut as he took a step back. "how long has it been? 'Since we had sex?" He asked you.

You stared down at the floor and nervously played with your nails.

"A month— if we're talking intercourse..."

Another chuckle left his lips, "How long have you been seeing him?"

You couldn't seem to answer, your mouth wouldn't allow or maybe you, yourself wouldn't.

"You fucked another man, continued to sleep in the same bed as me every night, but somehow you can't look me in the eye—"

"—That's wrong! You're," You blurted out, your fists clenched as you glared at him with glossy eyes. "...you're never home! I sleep in our bed alone— It's not only about the sex, it's just...you don't even talk to me anymore!"

Mikey clicked his tongue as you looked back at the wide open front door. You stomach churned as his hand found your waist. His fingers dug into your side and you bit your bottom lip as your cheeks heated up.

"What? You scared the neighbors are going to hear? Let them...based on what Sanzu told me he could hear you from outside of the shop." He hummed and tears fell from your eyes, rolling down every curve and ridge of your face. Your make up and mascara a mess. You felt his grip on you loosen as he groaned, "Just tell me how long you've been seeing him, babe."

You sniffled, "A few months..."

Mikey raised a brow and scratched the back of his head with his freehand. "You're the one whose crying? Shouldn't I be crying right now," You had to agree but for some reason the tears just wouldn't stop pouring out. You hated crying, personally you considered it when you looked your absolute worst, but Mikey always said you looked rather pretty— Draken would say it too, you knew they used to be really close but it seemed even now some things were still similar between them. "I spoil you too much...I give you everything, a new car, jewelry, designer clothes and bags, yet you're crying because you slept with Ken?" He said it slow, to emphasize how stupid it sounded when said outloud.

"I just— I just wanted my boyfriend..." You cried while desperately trying to wipe away your tears only for more to replace them.

Mikey frowned and watched as you cried before him while he chewed on his inner cheek. "But care about him, don't you?" He pointed out.

That one made your tears come to slight halt.

Of course you cared about Draken, after all the the both of you spent together if anything were to happen to him you'd be distraught. You were sure he felt somewhat the same for you, well at least you hoped he did. Still, you weren't sure if you considered that you falling for him.

You replied in a hushed tone, "I—I do but—"

You squealed as Mikey's lips locked with your own, after you processed the whole ordeal you quickly kissed him back. You let his tongue venture your mouth like he had never kissed you prior. His lips were soft and you could taste the Black & Milds he had smoked before arriving. The air between the two of you was hot and thick as you both pulled away with now swollen lips.

"That's what's wrong with you," Mikey kissed you once more, his hand leaving your waist and cupping the back of your head while the other fondling with one of your breasts. You whimper while he pinched and flicked your already sensitive nipples through your nightgown. "You have no patience— no discipline. You need a reality check, babe." He muttered while you panted and squirmed in his hold.

"Wha..." You mumbled and Mikey nodded toward your nightgown before he slowly pulled off of your body.

You felt the cold air against your bare skin and shivered. As the gown uncovered your chest fully you covered your breasts with your arms and looked at Mikey, your eyes were puffy along with your nose from crying. "The neighbors they'll see me and hear me while..." You trailed off while Mikey tossed your nightgown to the floor.

"What's a few more going to hurt? Another man's dick," He cupped your pussy with his hand and you let out a moan as he stroked his finger over your clothed slit. "has already been in here anyway."

You gasped as Mikey pulled you in close, his hand still on your pussy as he buried his face in you neck. "I just wanna fuck you," He pouted. "...just wanna know if this pussy's worth keepin'." You stiffened up when Mikey pushed your panties to the side and rubbed your puffy pussy before spreading your lips apart and playing with your clit. You held onto him while soft mewls left you and echoed throughout the penthouse. Bouncing from wall to wall.

You feel Mikey's gaze on your ass and he then pulled his fingers from under your panties. You whined as he removed his face from your neck, holding up his fingers for the both of you to see. You could barely look at the sight without feeling embarrassed�� especially when more of your arousal dampened your panties and inner thighs at that very second.

"Seems like your pussy was cryin' too..."

Mikey slid his fingers into his mouth and gathered your arousal on his tongue. His cheeks were dusted a soft red and a quiet moans that came from deep within his throat filled your ears. Just the taste of you had him moaning, and a look that was as sharp as a knife landed on you, behind you, and back on you.

"Go to the window." He ordered you and it took a minute before you even took the smallest of steps.

"Go on Y/N." Mikey repeated and you turned around completely, not wanting to look at him even though you could feel gaze.

You walked over the large window of the penthouse, the window with little tint and no blinds, the window that looked over Tokyo, the strip, and the parking lot of the penthouses. The window where anyone could see you completely exposed if they looked hard enough.

You stopped a nice few feet in front of the glass and you heard Mikey's footsteps approach you from behind. His hands fondled your breasts causing your breath to hitch as you turned into putty against him. He pressed his very obvious bulge in between your ass and sighed, "M'gonna fuck you right here," He kissed your temple. "gonna fuck right on this window for all of Tokyo to see, pretty baby."

Before you could respond you noticed Mikey's reflection in the window, his finger twirling in circular motion to signal you to turn around.

You slowly whipped around and glanced at Mikey through your lashes, your pussy clenched around nothing as he pulled the gold and black hair-tie you had weaved for him off of his wrist and tied his bangs back. He somehow must've felt your staring because in the midst of tying up his bangs his eyes fluttered open, the dark bags under his eyes were even more evident since his eyes were all you could focus on. You never could tell what he was thinking, no once.

"Take your panties off."

Your fingers curled around the thin lace waistband of your panties. Your acrylic nails clanked against each other while you glanced back at the city of Tokyo. It was lit up like usual and you could see crowds of people just enjoying their night. The moment those panties came off you'd be at their dismay.

You looked back over at Mikey, "Manjiro, I—"

"Take your panties off, babe." His words came out harsh even with the pet name he threw in there.

You slid down your panties with an embarrassed expression. Mikey stuck out his hand and you placed them in his palm. "So you can listen." He whispered and all you could focus on was how good he looked with that hairstyle. Mikey stood closer to you, to the point where your bare ass was pressed against the cool glass. He placed his arm next your head and your foreheads touched as he kissed your nose. You opened your mouth to speak only for Mikey to shove your wadded up panties inside your mouth. You stared at him shocked as the taste of your slick tingled your tastebuds. Mikey smiled and raised his index finger to his lips, "You said they'll hear you and now they won't, so shhhh..."

His hands then groped and pinched every part of you as they traveled down your body. You whimpered and stared down at Mikey while he left wet kisses under your breasts, on your stomach, and finally he dropped to his knees. He panted as he stared at your dripping cunt and wet thighs.

"You have such a pretty pussy,"

Mikey gripped your thighs and hoisted your legs onto his shoulders. A muffled yelp left your lips and Mikey's mouth right up on your cunt.

"...so pretty—"

You threw your head back against the glass as Mikey's tongue slid in between your folds. He buried his face deeper into you, your taste was something he craved— even if you wronged him...your taste, that was all he needed. You rolled your hips against his face, desperate for more friction, desperate for him to acknowledge your throbbing clit.

Mikey glared up at you and pulled his mouth away, strings of arousal still connecting the both of you. His grip on your thighs was tight, so tight that it hurt. But in a way, it reassured you he wouldn't let you fall.

"Can't I enjoy a meal without you annoying me? Shit," Mikey sunk his teeth into your inner thigh. "that's all you ever do."

Your clit twitched as Mikey wrapped his lips around the sensitive bud and sucked and flicked it with his tongue. Your toes curled as moans tried to force there way through the fabric gagging you. He focused back on your hole, slipping his tongue inside you. Mikey groaned at the feeling of your walls tighten around the tip of his tongue and the vibrations went straight to your clit. You tried not to move, you wanted him to forgive you, you needed him to forgive you.

Though a thought lingered in your mind— Draken was inside you raw a few hours earlier, and Mikey knew to some extent that Draken was inside you yet eating you out wasn't an issue to him. You had showered of course but it was just slightly shocking to you.

Mikey let go of one of your thighs and let it fall om his shoulder completely. He used his free thumb to rub your clit while he focused his mouth on devouring you.

You cried and shook your head as you gripped Mikey's tied back hair. Your legs shook as the pleasure built up inside of you, he was going to hate you for coming, you already knew it. This made you feel good but at the end of the day this gave him pleasure. You tugged at Mikey's hair and tried to warn him with muffled cries of his name. He probably understood but just didn't give a shit. But once his tongue brushed against your g-spot ever so slightly, that did it for you. Your eyes flickered back in your head, the moan that left you was so loud that the gag didn't even do that well of a job.

Mikey brought his mouth from your cunt and you sobbed as your approaching orgasm withered away, you were right there, your release was right there. He licked his lips and sighed while your eyes stung from your tears.

"Woulda thought you were high based on how red ya eyes are," Mikey took your legs off of his shoulders and you slumped back against the window. "Seems like the gag isn't workin' either." He hummed as he pulled your now soaked panties from your mouth. You coughed and Mikey stared at your damp cheeks before tossing your panties on the floor.

"M'sorry," You apologized. "M—M'sorry Manjiro! But I wanna cum! P—Please Manjiro, I wanna cum real' bad..."

Mikey's lips curled into a smile, "I know, but you've came plenty today already haven't you."

You gasped as Mikey flipped you over to where you were now staring out of the window. You subconsciously stuck out your ass and rested your arms on the glass pane. "Look at you, it's like your body just knows what time it is." Mikey said in a slightly amused tone.

He tossed off his black shirt and you could hear him fumble with his pants before his cock slapped again your bruised ass. You whimpered while Mikey caressed the curve of your ass cheeks. "You let another man leave you all red 'n bruised..." He murmured under his breath. "...m'fucking you until you can't think straight."

You glanced back at Mikey and he immediately noticed, "Keep your eyes forward," You obliged. "Now watch yourself get fucked along with all of Tokyo."

You felt the tip of Mikey's cock slid over your slit and you bit down on your bottom lip. Your pussy twitched around his fat tip as he guided it into your hole, his precum and your slick mixed together. You let out a low moan and your fingerprints smudged the glass. Your pussy grasped around him, not letting him go— trying to suck more of of his dick in. "M—More," You sniffled. "please Manjiro..."

He grunted and gripped your ass as he pushed his cock further inside of your pussy. Your face was hot and you panted, your breath fogging up the glass.

Your gummy walls pulsated around his cock once he finally bottomed out, your back arched and your knees buckled. It's not that Mikey's dick was bigger than Draken, Mikey's was more girthy while Draken's was more lengthy, but with the mix of the overstimulation and how long it's been since Mikey's been inside you, it didn't fucking matter. Your pussy stretched around the base and Mikey's balls were pressed firm against your ass.

"Fuck, this pussy'd make any man go crazy," Mikey muttered as he pulled his hips back. "which doesn't help me a bit, pretty baby..."

You whined once again and Mikey harshly slammed himself back into you while his fingers pinched and flicked your clit. His abdomen slapped against your ass and he watched it jiggle against his skin. Your eyes went wide as Mikey held onto one of your love handles firmly. The entirety of air within your lungs was gone and your back arched even further as your pussy fluttered around his cock. The tip was pressed firmly against your cervix and his girthy base applied extreme pressure to your g-spot. A high pitch and airy gasp left you as your pussy creamed around his cock.

Mikey raised his hand from your hip and frowned while you tried to breathe and collect yourself after your sudden orgasm.

"One thrust and you're already creamin' on my dick, can't even let me have a bit of fun.." He grumbled.

You glanced down at the floor, your slick and cum dripped onto the marble tile. "I—I needed to cum...m'sorry, it was— it was just buildin' up Manjiro 'n I had t—" Your explanation was cut off by another harsh thrust from Mikey and you babbled on nonsense as the sound of your squelching pussy and wet slaps carried out into the hall. "M'fuckin' tired of you always tryin' to explain'," He mumbled.. "just admit that you did wrong and apologize, that's it."

You let out a squeal as Mikey continuously rubbed your sensitive clit. And your pussy was already swollen and stinging no matter how much pleasure Mikey gave you.

He found his way to your breasts and fondled and groped one with his freehand while the other freely bounced along with the aggressive rhythm he had created. "I love your tits, so soft." Mikey hummed as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and left hickeys on your skin.

You could feel Mikey deep in your belly and it made you squeeze around him tightly.

It air was so thick that you could barely breathe and Mikey bit into your neck. It stung but it also felt good. "I wanna suck your tits." Mikey pulled out mid-trust and flipped you on your side. You panted and he got a decent look at your face while he threw one of your legs over his shoulders. You stared at him, pouting your swollen lips, soaked cheeks with more tears on the way, furrowed brows, and running makeup. And he had to wonder if you, Boten's Princess, was staring at Ken, the man who he used to call bestfriend, the same way.

"Did you," Mikey pushed his cock back into you slowly. "...like being tossed around, Y/N?"

Your lips parted ready to give him the answer you were sure he desired but nothing came.

Mikey gave you a blank stare, "That's fine, I already know."

In the span of a second his lips were wrapped around your nipple, kissing and licking your breasts while he found his deadly rhythm again.

You moaned loudly and your body felt like it was on fire, you clit was being abused to the point where after this was over you probably would collapse. Mikey's cock would rub against your sensitive bud every time he moved.

"M—Manjiro it's good," You whimpered and his eyes fell on your lips. "s—so good!"

"You gonna give me another, you gonna cum again?"

Your response was muffled as Mikey kissed you deeply, you wrapped your arms around his neck. His tongue sloppily glided across your lips while you grinded your hips into Mikey's, desperate to come. Your body shuddered as the overwhelming feeling of your second orgasm washed over your entire body and you gushed around Mikey's cock, covering the base in another layer of your sticky cum.

He moaned softly into your lips, fucking you through your high until his hips began to stutter and his thrusts grew sloppy.

"A—Are you on birth control?" He grunted.

You clung onto him tightly, "Y—Yes! Fuck yes!"

Mikey groaned and pressed himself close to you as he came deep inside of your cunt, your pussy milking as much as you could from him in that very moment. You sniffled and whimpered while still holding onto Mikey. He panted and just stayed inside of you, pressing his face into your breasts while your warm and wet cunt fluttered around his cock."Ya smell good...like Vanilla..." He mumbled into your skin and the worst thought imaginable popped into your head...

This would be even better if Ken was here too.

Guilt immediately struck you and you didn't even notice that Mikey's hair had come undone. You brushed his white bangs back as he looked up at you with an emotionless expression.

"You don't have to love me,"

You frowned, "Huh..?"

"Just stay beside me...just a bit longer, 'kay pretty baby?"

-[Y'know it's been a good couple of months since I've posted and looking back on Pt. 1 of Vanilla Wafers, it doesn't even feel like Pt. 1 bc my writing has changed so much 💀]-

#tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tr smut #mikey tokyo revengers #boten mikey #anime #manga #draken #mikey sano #sano mikey manjiro #manjirou x reader #manjiro smut #mikey smut #y/n lwky a menace #shinichiro ain't even in this fic but hes my bby ddy just remind ya'll

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ja-stuff · 3 years ago

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His s/o passing out/ fainting

note: proofread a little, punctuation mistakes T_T~ Oh hoping that you could enjoy this one! THIS IS LONG TOO OMG but imma try shortening the other characters' part!

Word count: 3, 266

Character: Haitani Ran

Tw: implied passing out, skipping meals, cursing, mentions of blood, injury, wounds, and the word k*lled, a little scene of panicking and experiencing anxiety, brief mention of drugs but not used

Genre: fluff/comfort (could be??? OOC, especially for comfort)

○ Ran Haitani

Finally, after a month of doing the graveyard shift, you are asked by your supervisors to go back on your regular day shift. It’s 8:00 a.m and you called your boyfriend, Haitani Ran, who’s probably at the quarters of Bonten fixing stuff with his co-executives as always. With only the second ring, he picked up.

“Hey, babe! Good morning! I just got off work!” you started, you heard Ran from the other line chuckle, you imagined his smile forming.

“Good morning to you too, I missed you, angel~” he replied back, you squealed internally as the butterflies in your tummy fluttered with his words and his voice.

“I missed you too, love~ Oh! Don’t forget about date night okay?”

“Yes. See you later! Wear something pretty yet comfy~” you nodded your head even though he won’t see it. “Hmm-hmm!” you hummed, smiling to yourself as you waited for your bus route to arrive.

“Then, I’ll be hanging up now since I can already sense that Mikey’s here. I’ll be texting the address to you okay? Reservations at 4 p.m. Don’t eat too much right now, okay? We gotta stuff you with all the eat-all-you-can foods in there, we’ll make the restaurant bankrupt ‘cause of us!” you both laughed at his joke, “Okay, okay! But don’t complain when your stomach aches! Don’t come at me with ‘Y/n my tum-tum hurts’ whining like a baby~” you teased him.

“Ugh, fine! You got me there. Still, you deserved to be stuffed after a month of barely eating and resting.”

“I know love, you only want me to be healthy and be in good shape as always. I am so excited for later! I wish it’s already near 4 in the afternoon.” you said, which made Ran let out another chuckle. “Oh, so eager to meet me? I am just as excited as you, angel~” he said in a silent yet the sweetest tone. You stayed silent, as you realized that you rarely saw Ran at your shared apartment, when he’s asleep you’re working, and when you’re home he’s at work. This brought a pout on your lips.

“Love, are you there? There’s no time to be sad, we’ll meet each other in a few hours. So message me when you’re home, okay?” you smiled at Ran’s reply, giggling to yourself as your excitement grew with each moment. “Okay, I got it!”

—

You arrived home around 11 a.m. It took the bus longer to arrive at the station, and you stopped at a mart to buy some groceries you had listed the other day. You fished out your phone and read Ran’s message:

‘ ‘Love! Here’s the restau address: xxxxxxx! Meet you at 4!’

After reading the message, you left an okay as your reply, and have him updated that you’re at home, safe and sound. You quickly stored the groceries in the fridge and pantry and did some chores. When you finished, you went to your wardrobe and started mixing and matching outfits that you think would be comfy for you yet will appear pretty to Ran. You only chose a plain shirt and ripped skinny jeans and went through his closet to pick a hoodie that would compliment the pants you chose.

Time went by fast, and before you know it, it’s already 4 p.m. You happily entered the restaurant, expecting Ran to be standing at the counter since you’re always used to Ran being the early bird between you two, but there was no Ran there.

“Good afternoon! Welcome to, xxxx! May I know your reservation name please?” you smiled at the lady that approached you, as you mentioned your name. “Oh, for L/n F/n,” you said with a smile. The lady went through her records and looked at you with questioning eyes, which made you repeat your name.

“I am so sorry, but I can’t find any reservations under that name.” the lady apologizes. Your mouth formed a little ‘o’ Why was I not in the reservation name, Ran?’ You questioned yourself.

“Oh wait, can you please check the name Haitani Ran?” you asked, and the lady happily scanned the list, “Oh, there is! Maybe you were his plus 1, I’m sorry. Please come this way.” The lady led you to the table he reserved for the both of you. “Will you be ordering now?” a male waiter approached you holding a menu, but you just waved your hand and smiled at him. “No, I’ll just wait for my boyfriend to arrive. Thanks!”

You messaged Ran, telling him that you had arrived and you’re already inside, yet to your surprise, a reply didn’t come. You waited a few moments before sending him another message asking him his whereabouts and whether he's near already. Again, no response. You waited, waited, and waited. You started to feel hungry a couple of times but chose to still wait. The restau staff approached you too from time to time and you still shook them off.

You started to feel a little sick, a headache running in your head as you felt your stomach grumble in sync due to hunger. You have not eaten anything since getting off work. Your last meal, if you had remembered it clearly, it was at midnight during your shift. You called Ran’s number once more to check if he’s going to pick up, but nothing.

Now, you clearly know that you got stood up the moment he hasn’t replied and answered your messages and calls. This was a new experience for you in the course of dating Ran. He was never late, he never stood you up before, but you guessed that those ‘never’ are still possible. You questioned yourself with why’s and what if’s, thinking of things that might only hurt you one-sidedly, but another set of thoughts plagued your mind of only a single what if.

‘What if Ran went to a gang fight, and had it really bad this time?’

Horror’s visible into your eyes as you dialed his number for the last time, but still the same, no answer. You’re convinced that he’s had it bad this time and that you needed to go out and find him. You checked your phone for the time, and it’s already that late. You went to the counter and paid the wasted reservation, before storming out of the restaurant.

A few steps later, you saw a familiar silhouette, no, four familiar silhouettes at the park near the restaurant. You approached them to confirm your suspicion, and there he was. Completely fine, with a smile and laughing at something that Mikey had said.

“Ran fucking Haitani.” you voiced out cold.

“Oh, hey babe! You’re here?-- OH SHIT.” he greeted you with a smile, but a few seconds after seeing your cold gaze turn into hurt, he realized what he had done wrong. Eyes turning to big O’s.

“Yeah, shit. Someone probably forgot about his date.” Mikey teased, as he started walking away from the space where you all were standing. Rindou and Sanzu followed Mikey, leaving the two of you behind in the middle of the lamppost.

“A-are you okay? Did a gang fight happen? Were you hurt? Are you really fine, love?” you asked with a voice hinting at panic as tears fell continuously, you walked in front of him, cupping his face, checking every corner of his body to see if he was injured or what. You were scared that something bad happened to your boyfriend.

You were not really into Ran before you started dating. Your ideal type was his opposite, you preferred guys that had clean records, avoided fights, was not a gang member, were someone like a complete angel, and was working a decent job. Eventually, all of his persuasion and efforts, made you fall for him. Accepting what he does, knowing that sometimes your boyfriend may come home to you wounded or had broken a bone or two, might have involved trafficking dr*gs, you still chose to give the relationship a try. Yes, it was successful, yet the terror of considering the probability of how hurt he could be, or worse expecting news that he was killed drives you insane. You couldn’t imagine a life without Ran anymore.

Ran, on the other hand, was so surprised after you started crying out of nowhere. If there is something that Ran was lacking in this relationship, it would be how slow he could get with you. He was not used to seeing you in this kind of state, crying out loud for a reason he doesn't know as you kept on checking his body, and with your hands trembling in fear. All he could think of doing right now is to hold you between his arms to stop you, but you still kept on checking him, moving around, and even crouching down to check his knees and legs, as you cried even harder thinking that you're failing to notice any visible injury.

“It could be an i-internal b–bleeding babe, *hic*Tell me where you were hit?” Ran was about to crouch down, when you stood up immediately, tiptoeing as you checked his eyes if there was something wrong with them.

“Why?! Why couldn’t I figure this out~ you’re hurt, Ran! You’re hurt–” he got confused with your words, I’m hurt? But I’m not, he simply thought.

“Hey baby, hey? I’m okay. I’m okay, I’m not hurt–”

“No, you’re not okay! Y–you haven’t answered any o–of my phone calls and messages! T-tell me *hic* Did y’all get into a gang fight? Please, answer me honestly, Ran. I– I waited for you at the restaurant for 5 hours and you never came!” You cut him off, still crying your heart out and your thoughts getting a little disorganized. You can’t help it, you’re just scared, who wouldn’t be? When you know your man’s someone who gets to risk his life at work.

“Babe, stop shouting. Relax okay? Relax.” he hugged you, and soothed your back, as guilt started to flood him, wondering what pushed your buttons to make you like this.

“Babe, I am sorry. I forgot about date night. I am at fault. I know. I’m truly deeply sorry.” he said as he kept on hugging you tighter, you sobbed at his words. Ran continued with his explanations.

“With the text messages and calls. I wasn’t able to get one. My phone died at work earlier, here look.” he fished his phone out and showed you that it won’t open.

After hearing those and other words of assurance from your man, you sighed and hugged him back. A breath of relief brought you back to reality, and the thoughts and anxiety washed away. But the pain you felt in your head earlier got worse because of your crying, your body loses its energy due to the missed meals, and the pain of your grumbling stomach puts you on the edge before you fainted in between Ran's embrace.

“Baby? Baby, are you okay?” he asked, rubbing circles on your back as he felt your weight getting heavy within his arms. Ran furrowed his brows when his question was met by your silence. “Love? You okay?” he repeated but you didn’t answer again, your arms that enveloped him earlier fell on his sides causing him to panic.

“Hey, Y/n?” he held your shoulders and pulled away to see if you’re still fine, “Shit, Y/n?! Love?” Ran sat on the ground as he tried to wake you up, patting your face lightly, “Shit this is bad. Really bad.” He fixed your posture first before carrying you safely in a bridal style.

He ran towards where he parked his car and saw the three guys sitting by the nearby bench, Rindou walked in your direction and asked Ran what happened. Your man did not waste any seconds to respond, instead, he placed you carefully on the back seat and entered, before commanding his brother to drive. Mikey and Sanzu were left there, dumbfounded.

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You were woken up by a familiar scent of disinfectant and medicines. You opened your eyes and saw Ran talking to a nurse, you examined your body and found an IV connected to your arm. Your head is still spinning and your throat still feels dry even after swallowing your saliva to somehow ease the pain.

“R–ran?” you quietly called, your boyfriend was quick, within just a blink of an eye he was already there beside you. The nurse also came near you and had you checked, he bowed at you and walked away after he was finished, saying that you can go home after the drip turns empty.

“What were you thinking? Why’d you had to wait for me? You were over fatigued babe, stressed, dehydrated, and starving! I’m so stupid for doing this to you! I’m so sorry, ‘cause of me, you’re in this state.” Ran sat on the chair near you as he held your hand carefully, you can see stains of tears on his face. “You made me worry. I don’t want this happening to you. I was so wrong for forgetting about the date and making you do something stupid even before going to the restau about not eating anything. I’m so dum–”

“I know, and I’m stubborn as well for choosing not to eat even if I’m already in the restaurant. I just don’t wanna enjoy the reservation under your name, without you with me there,” you said, looking down at your holding hands. “But babe, I think I was just as worried as you.”

Ran looked at you confused, you moved an inch of the hospital bed and patted the free space for him to sit. You’re now faced with each other, and you believed that it is time to tell him about your worries about him all this time.

“You see… This is the first time that you stood me up–”

“I know and I’ll do better.” he looked down, guilty.

“Hey, you’re already the best for me. This is just one single mistake, okay? This is nothing.” you assured him, he looked at you trying to protest more, but stopped when he sensed that you’re trying to say something important to him.

“Babe, I know you love Bonten, and I love you for who you are. I accepted you with my all, and you’re doing great so far as my boyfriend. I trust you that you’re really doing your best in your line of work, and I respect you for the reputation you had, that Bonten had. I am hands down to your bravery, Ran. But you know, I still have this one thing that I am not really confident about no matter how hard I try to shake it off and replace it with any thoughts that are positive. That is, I’m still scared of you getting hurt.” you said. Ran listened quietly, he was shaken by your sudden confession. Ran felt his heart tighten with every word you started to spill in front of him while crying.

“Earlier, I was feeling a-anxious when you didn’t respond to any of my calls and messages, and when you did not arrive at the p–promised place and t–time, I was s–so… so scared of thinking that you’re in d–danger and w–won’t be making i–it. It s–scares me to think that some n–news comes shooting at me that you’re k–k*lled or were s–severely injured. It drives me c–crazy even just now thinking that s–someday you may not be really s–safe. It's been making me a–anxious all this time, ever since we s–started dating. I was always s-scared tending to your w–wounds and the way you winced to mask the pain while I put ointment on you. It scares me, to look at you covered in your own blood, and seeing that you’re i–injured and with a broken bone or two scares me, Ran. It scares me this whole time, I hate to think that I might not be able to do anything when–” you stutter with your words trying to hold back the sobs. Ran has now completed the pieces on why you were so tense and panicking in front of him at the park earlier, he related the other times too where you tremble to see him hurt, he was sorry that you dealt with all of that alone. You were interrupted when Ran kissed you.

“I– I am sorry, love. I didn’t know you were carrying this kind of burden all by yourself.” he comforted you. Rubbing your back to make sure that you’re not alone dealing with this now, you’re dealing ‘this’ now with Ran.

“I’m really sorry if I made you worried like that love. I am scared as well about having you around me. I am not sure about your safety, especially when we started to live together. I’m as scared as you are. I am scared to receive news as well that you were kidnapped or got messed up by an enemy gang or just anything bad happening to you and I wasn’t able to protect you as I promised myself. I am scared to even now, I always have you guarded by my dogs when I’m not there or could not make it there for you. I am sorry that you have to deal with all of this. That being in a relationship with me causes you–”

“Ran, I chose this. I just have to face it better this time now that I’ve discussed the worries that haunted me for years now. I just want you to promise me that, whenever I’m having these kinds of thoughts, you’ll be there for me. You’ll have to assure me that you’ll always be back and keep on being safe not only for me but for your self-love. I love you dearly that I don’t think I might make it another day without you anymore.”

Ran was speechless. He never knew that you’re going to be the missing piece he needed in his life. Before meeting you, he thought to himself that he’s not the one to love or be loved sincerely due to what he aspired himself to be. He was sure that girls only approached him for his title, reputation, fame, and to be bragged about as Ran Haitani’s girl, but when he met you and started dating you. He found out that there was someone he wanted to keep safe and protect from everyone, that he was capable of loving and being loved. You became his reason to be home, and you became someone significant in his life.

“You don’t have to worry anymore, love. I’ll try my best to come home to you safe every day. I promised that you don’t have to go through those kinds of worries alone. We will sort everything and discuss everything carefully and properly. We’ve been doing good all this time, and I am sure that eventually, we’re not going to be afraid anymore. I am nothing without my moon, you know? I love you so much that it hurts me knowing you’re hurting silently.” Ran said, while he cupped your face with both hands, and placed his forehead on yours as he stared at your eyes, giving the assurance that you wanted.

“I love you Y/n. I love you so fucking much.”

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dememetor · 3 years ago

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hiiii, hope ur having a great day!

i loved the kissing hc, could u do a part 2 with hirugami and oikawa?

of course feel free to ignore this if u dont want to do it, thank uuuuu

hi! thank you so much for the request, hope you're having a wonderful day too anon! (also i hope i did hirugami okay and not ooc since i haven't finished the manga yet and he only has like 2 minutes of screentime shsj)

Kissing headcanons pt 2

kissing headcanons part 1

characters hirugami sachirou, oikawa tooru, kenma kozume, bokuto koutarou

warnings kiSsiNg but you knew that already also mentions of choking? and i swear a little

Hirugami Sachiro

is a really good kisser

his kisses are always smooth, pouring into each other; he sets a nice steady rhythm and lets your lips go with the slightest pop, like we get it you can kiss

tries to seem chill, but is really anxious the first time

obviously wants you to have a good time and wants to impress you which leads to him being a little tense in the beginning - is always hyper-aware of your every movement, trying to reciprocate and figure out what you want him to do

but once he relaxes and realises you just want him to be himself and he gives in,, hnngh

gentle but firm, tangles his fingers into your hair and leads the kiss that way

other hand is resting on your waist (usually) under your shirt

(also he can 100% unhook a bra with only one hand and from behind your back, it is actually fascinating)

(suspicious, but fascinating)

doesn’t really like tongue

but loves nose kisses

also for some reason likes tugging at your lower lip, like gently biting down

usually when you’re done making out he pulls you close and peppers your whole face with light kisses

he is just,, the absolute best best boy

i’m sorry you’ll have to top him

Oikawa Tooru

don’t get me wrong he’s all for switching and teasing and he loves seeing you all flustered and with swollen lips after a makeout session

but you can’t look me in the eye and tell me he doesn't like being topped

i mean he has to be in charge of everything when he's on the court so being able to come home, relax and let you take care of him is a nice change

ok ok i'm getting kind of distracted with this one, these are just kissing headcanons

like hirugami, is an absolutely amazing kisser, like this man knows what he's doing

you could kiss him for an hour straight and you wouldn’t be bored

loves it when you take him by the collar of his shirt and pull him in, that shit gets him SO flustered

like push him onto the bed, pinning one of his arms down, your other hand finding its way from his brown locks to his neck and squeezing gently, making him just enough dizzy, like please he loves it so much

i feel like he’s always horny so a makeout session could happen literally anywhere

no but seriously, you haven’t watched ONE movie together without ending up on top of each other

Kenma Kozume

soft, soft, soft, soft

doesn’t make a big deal out of kissing, but when you kiss him you always feel loved

was never type for longer kisses, i feel like he gets bored pretty easily

kisses! on the! gaming chair!

kisses on the forehead

kisses while he’s gaming - ok but not for long because “babe, not now”, like bAbE nOt nOw stfu and kiss me

but cuddling while he’s gaming? oh yes

lazy making out on his bed, with dim neon lights from his setup illuminating the room, him murmuring something against your lips, not wanting to pull away first

something about him makes you feel safe, you’re never uncomfortable around him, you can be yourself without worrying about doing something embarrassing

missing his lips when you lean in? accidentally crashing your teeth? he simply doesn’t care

the sight of him with red cheeks, half-lidded eyes and lips slightly parted, still tasting your kiss?

beautiful

Bokuto Koutarou

kisses you as if every kiss were your last

does the thing where he lifts you up and spins you around, meeting your lips halfway through

be prepared for him to just grab you under your thighs and lift you up

he likes to wrap his arms around your waist and pull you closer to him, holding you tight against his chest

and by tight, i mean his kisses are bone-crushing

so, so, so excited to kiss you

when he gets ahold of you, he won't let go that easily, like honestly good luck getting out of his embrace

he just wants to show you how much he loves you?? he's doing his best, if you don't marry this man i will

warning: don't try to tease him by pulling away, he will get the biggest pout

you can literally see the light leave his eyes as the betrayed expression forms on his face in slow motion and he realises he's not gonna get the kiss he wants

pretends he's hurt but only lasts 5 minutes (record time 7 minutes 36 seconds) before he's begging you to take him back again

god he's just so,, proud to have you by his side like he just loves showing you off to his friends like see that's MY partner!!

not even a kissing headcanon but I could talk about this man for days like just imagine waking up to him and the first thing you see in the morning is his smile ahsjsiw9cn

ALSO, it's the cutest thing when you can feel his lips curl into a small smile when you lean in for a kiss or like a proud grin when he manages to make you laugh

I love him

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byorder-fanfic · 4 years ago

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How They Look After You When it Gets Bad: John

Requested by @apollonshootafar

Preference Masterlist

Warnings: Reader going through a hard time, touch aversion, sexual remarks and suggestions, swearing and mentions of injury

Word count: 1608

Author's Note: I'm nearly done with these, just had a bit of a block trying to get this one done. Hopefully you like it and if you do, I absolutely love to hear your comments and I appreciate your reblogs. I think John might be a little OOC here, but I tried. I'm always here to talk if you need it.

(Gif by @peakascum) (and....)

(Gif by @talicat713) (cause that face holding thing john does is the premise of this fic)

John always loved to have his hands on you, his cheeky grin pressed into the side of your neck as he whispered jokes and suggestions to get you giggle. And it wasn't just when the two of you were alone. No, he seemed to become all that more handsy (if it were possible) whenever his family was near. You often said it was as if he were claiming you, showing his possession with each imprint made on the softest parts of your body. Like a bloody dog pissing on his property. He just gave you a shit-eating grin and called you kinky. You rather liked the attention, to be honest. It wasn't as if it were violating or unwanted, even if you've rolled your eyes at his touch more times than you could count. Truth was, he made you feel attractive. Desirable. Good. There never was a time when his hand on your hip made you feel anything but loved or safe. Your big bad Blinder boyfriend who pouted like a wounded pup when you were too busy washing up to hold his hand. John may have made his constant touching seem like a thing of bravado- a masculine need to claim and possess. However, the both of you knew the real reason why the two of you were attached at the hip: John was clingy as hell. When you'd confronted him on that hypothesis, his whole face turned red, right to the tips of his ears. He was stuttering out excuses (it was a damned strange thing to see you smooth-talking lover start choking out sentences) and you swore he was making his voice go lower, trying to gain some fragile sense of masculinity. In the end, you just grabbed his belt loop and pulled him to against the front of your body. You felt all of him relax as soon as he felt the warmth of your skin seep through both of your clothes, the feel of your hand at the bottom of his abdomen and your lips barely an inch from his. His hands immediately wrapped around you, all embarrassment cooling off him in a sigh of relief. "Don't worry, love, it'll be our little secret, ey?" You whispered as you stroked through his hair. After that, John had continued being just as bold as the day you met him when you were in sight of others. As soon as you stepped into the threshold of home, though, he was nigh-on begging for your touch at every available moment. You were used to him teasing you, trying to excite you and get into bed whenever the house was empty. But when you were dishing up dinner, with the grumbling of four hungry kids, the last thing you wanted was John pawing at your busy hands for a touch. His touch had always been a wonderful thing- then it wasn't. You didn't know when the change began, only that your tired muscles didn't ease when his strong arms were wrapped around you, your heart didn't flutter like it used to when he kissed the back of your hand, and you didn't feel so warm when he grabbed your waist at the pub. All you could feel was the uncomfortable imprint of skin, and you didn't know why. You still loved John. God, did you love him. You loved when he smiled at you from across the room, eyes ignoring every other person that as vying for his attention, and landing entirely on you and only you. Maybe you were a bit possessive too. You loved him when he came home from long nights, weary and barely mumbling a good night as he jumped into bed next to you. He snored like a lion and fell asleep quicker than the four kids in the room next door. You loved him when he cam home bloody and beaten. He always at down in a chair whilst you tended to his cuts and bruises, his hands between his knees and head bent like a prayer, and you always presses a kiss to his forehead before he even started to recoil from his position and hold you, his head pressed against your belly. You loved John. But his touch had lately been too much. Of course, you didn't tell him that. You were pretty sure John would die if he wasn't close to you for even ten minutes, he'd die, and you weren't willing to test out that theory. Instead, you gave a little smile when he came up behind you as you washed the dishes and wrapped his arms around your waist. You let him nuzzle his nose into your neck,

letting the discontent be seen only over his shoulder. It made you feel fragile, and stiff. John was asking you more and more, "Is this okay?" and "Can I touch you please?" and each time you perfected the art of saying yes convincingly. Sometimes though you watched him, snoring the house down at night, and whispered the words in the dead of night where not even the monster that lived in Katie's wardrobe could hear: "Help me, John." It was at the Garrison where you spilt over. After a long day, you were looking for a drink with your mates not another chance for John to grasp at you. You were just sat side by side in the snug, laughing at some stupid joke John had made (at the expense of their dear and absent cousin Michael) when you felt it. As soon as he had caught his breath after calling that certain 'big boss' a prick, his hand had landed on your knee. It shocked you at first, as John had been remarkably restrained all night. You thought it was cause of Tommy, who'd given both of you the side eye when you'd walked in, and said he didn't want any funny business. He hadn't touched you till that moment and it made you freeze. It took one flinch of your knee and his hand slipped away, but it didn't slip from sight. You could feel all the eyebrows in the room raising, even John's. "Hey, you and Y/N having a tiff ey, John boy?" Arthur chuckled to himself. You knew you must have made a face comparable to the horrible feeling inside, because as soon as he said it you saw his smile drop into regret. Arthur wasn't really a thinker, so you knew he never meant to say anything. Still, you didn't let him say his apology as you muttered something about being tired and jumped from your seat, walking out of the Garrison so quick you could've swore you were running. "Y/N! LOVE, HEY WAIT!" You heard John scream at you from down the street. Subtlety wasn't his specialty. You turned around, the tears stinging your eyes not quite clouding the clear worry on his face. "What's wrong, hey, love, please-" He stepped forward to hug you but you took a step back, head nodding wildly. The hurt in his face was as painful as if you had smacked him. And you hated yourself for it. "What did I do?" His voice trembled. His voice never fucking trembled. "I'm- I'm so fucking sorry, John, I love you, I swear." You felt every ounce of guilt in you swell up and pour itself into tears. "I don't know what's fucking wrong with me, why I can't just let you freaking touch me!" He moved forward again, arms out in a hug. Then he stopped, realising what he was doing and awkwardly settled his arms back down. "Shit, sorry love, it's just me, you know? I need to touch you." H scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't know what it is, John." You said it again. "I love you, though. I love you." "I know," his cockiness had risen from its slumber. "And I love you too. If you don't want me to touch, then I won't." He held up his hands in surrender. "I can control myself." "No you can't," you quipped back, a smirk settling on your lips too. "No, but I will," he admitted. "If it's what you want." You nodded shyly, still feeling far too guilty and far too far away from him. "Here I was thinking I'd hurt you somehow, and all you needed was a bit of space," he sighed, the relief obvious in the little upturns of his mouth. "John, give me your hand," you said, an idea forming. He looked at you with furrowed brows but did so none the less. His hand still had faded bruises on the knuckles, covered up by an abundance of rings, a burn mark from his cigar hidden on the side of his middle finger, and you sought out for the crease on his palm which he swore on your first date meant that he was the best kisser you'd ever had. You didn't think it was palmistry that made that a fact. Gently, you pressed his hand on the side of your face over your hair. It was like a ghost of a touch, but you leaned into the curve of his palm lightly. "This is okay," you told him, John was perfectly still, looking at you with a cautious awe, his hand not daring to move from your assigned spot.

After a moment, he smirked again and got that cheeky look you adored: "So does this no touch thing mean no sex or-" He was cut off by you dropping his hand, rolling your eyes and walking away. "Wait no babe I was only joking!"

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