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teratosfavouritesnack · 5 months ago

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~Wet for the Doctor~

gynecologist!lizard man x fem!human - medical kink, dub-con (is it?), gyno exam, vaginal fingering, finger fucking, multiple orgasms, soft dom/sub power dynamic, monster with human kink

You've been missing your doctor so much that you come up with a dumb excuse just so you can see him again.

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The chill, comfortable aura of the clinic wasn't really helping soothe your nerves; your thighs were twitching and your hands sweating even more than usual. You pressed your palms on the fabric of your dress, attempting to stop your legs from shaking and wipe your skin.

You weren't scared. On the contrary, you were excited. Your jitters weren't caused by apprehension but rather by... anticipation.

Yes, anticipation. You had been waiting for this day. You had called in, asking for an appointment way before your routine check-up because you had been missing him terribly.

It was a wicked attraction. Deplorable even. You couldn’t help it, though. Just thinking of him made your whole body tingle in elation. You couldn’t control it. You couldn’t fight against it, no matter how much your mind implored you to.

“-see you in three months. If the issue resurfaces in the meantime, call me immediately so we can reschedule our appointment.”

You could hear a muffled but very familiar voice coming from behind the door. You squeezed your thighs, squirming on your seat, seeking out relief from the ache between your legs. You had been on the edge since you woke up in the morning, tensed up and wet even before you left your house to head to the clinic after lunch. The moment you’d see him again was getting closer and your body was growing restless. It was as if it ached for him, longed for his touch. Only he could give it solace.

The sound of steps grew closer. Your eyes were already locked on the door as it swung open, seeking to lay upon the source of all your sinful thoughts. A tall and lean elf woman stepped outside, lingering by the doorway, blocking your view of the room. Your jaw clenched upon seeing the saccharine smile plastered on her chiseled face.

“Thank you dr. Duskcale. I wish you good work. May Lady Arassea watch over you.”

“Ah- Thank you. Take care.”

You were burning holes into her skull, mentally ordering her to leave and you didn’t avert your gaze from her until you saw her walk away and disappear behind the corner. It was ridiculous to feel jealous over someone you had no right to lay any claim to, someone who had to deal and take care of plenty of people’s needs on a daily basis, as his job requested. Many people like you. Yet, it made your stomach churn to think that anybody else beside you could harbor similar sympathies for your doctor. In your mind you were… special. You were different. His behavior towards you implied so, you were sure.

“Y/N.”

His voice startled you. Your head instantly snapped towards the door and there you saw him, standing in all his imposing height, the white coat hanging open from his broad shoulders, its pristine color a stark contrast to the teal blue shade of his skin. His long scaly tail was resting heavy on the floor beside him, with just the tip raised from the ground, swaying gently in your direction. Your chest fluttered the moment your eyes met his and you noticed the small smile grazing his reptilian features. Frustration left your body at once, jealousy leaving room for gratification as he gave you yet another confirmation to your thoughts; you were the only one he would welcome in himself instead of sending his assistant. That had to mean something.

“You may come in.”

You nodded and followed him into his office. Your hair stood on end, feeling his almond bright eyes trained on your back. When you turned your head to look at him, his gaze was indeed traveling over your body, pupils dilating and contracting in that odd way that you had grown very fond of. You had heard reptilians had a superior vision than humans and most other creatures, some could even see infrared rays… You prayed the latter wasn’t the case for your doctor, otherwise he would be able to see how hot your blood boiled under his gaze. How incredibly warm he always made you feel.

“Such a beautiful dress you’re wearing today. It suits you perfectly.”

A bashful smile took form on your lips just like every time he complimented you and your appearance. No matter how many times he did it before - at least once during each appointment - he’d always take you by surprise. Perhaps it was his way as a doctor to create a more friendly and easy going environment for the patient, or perhaps it was something he did only with you. You preferred to think it was the latter.

“Thank you… doctor.”

He had encouraged you to call him by his first name after only a few visits, but you preferred to use his title since you enjoyed watching him adjust his coat on his large body and give you a long look every time that word left your lips.

“Please, remove your underwear and lie on the table.”

And perhaps he enjoyed how he was always able to affect you with that routine request. His keen vibrant eyes remained on you until you nodded and moved behind the room divider to undress.

You hurriedly removed your shoes and folded your soaking undies on the chair before returning to the center of the room. You tried not to pay too much attention to the cool air of the office meeting the dampness between your thighs. Your motions were rapid, almost hurried, yet sure as you hopped onto the table and laid on your back, shifting your body to find the most comfortable position. He approached you just as you were about to settle your feet on the footrests, his large rough palms gently wrapping around your calves to assist you. Your body buzzed with a wicked thrill as you watched him delicately roll the dress over your tummy to get it out of the way.

“There you go.” he whispered with that warm gentle voice of his, and you almost went into ruptures. Even with only a few simple words he could have you melting into a puddle at his feet. You were truly and utterly infatuated.

At that point it was impossible not to focus on the humid air touching your damp folds, spread out as you were in front of him, nor at any slight brush of his coat against your skin. He could even as much as exhale in your direction and your body would shiver in response.

You locked eyes with him as he rested his hand on your thigh and squeezed it softly, almost affectionately one would say - it certainly felt like that to you. Your walls instantly fluttered at the contact.

“So… What’s the matter? Something must have come up for you to take a new appointment before our routine checkup in three months.” There was a hint of concern in his tone as he said that, as well as in his gaze as he let it sweep your exposed pussy. He took a seat between your legs and his pupils started to do that weird thing again while he carried out the general pelvic examination. “I don’t see any changes from last time…”

As soon as his fingers made contact with your folds, your legs jolted and he halted his ministrations to look at you. Even from a seated position he towered over you so you could easily watch as his face scrunched up in a soft frown.

“Do you feel any pain?”

“Y-Yes… Well, no… Not exactly-”

His puzzled expression told you it was time to provide him with an explanation. It was time to reveal the ridiculous lie you had made up simply to have an excuse for seeing him again. When you went over it at home in the days leading up to the appointment, you didn't feel as silly and embarrassed as you did now that you stood - well, laid - in front of him. Despite how dumb you felt however, you couldn't avoid it.

"I recently started to see someone…a-a werewolf." you blurted out and instantly felt your stomach clench as you watched his eyes narrow. Did he… not like that? You had only seen him look that pensive, maybe even irritated, when he had to postpone one of your previous visits because his agenda was too full. He didn’t say anything about it though, so you cleared your throat and resumed with your lie. “He is very… uhm… endowed. Perhaps too much for me… So I'm afraid we can't… uhm-”

He hummed thoughtfully. His eyes were scanning your face now, peering at you as if he could see right through your blatant lie. Were you so easy to read? Or did he actually have some crazy eyesight abilities?

“Did you have intercourse with this… werewolf?”

You should have expected such a question, yet it caught you off guard, almost making you jump. One of his hands promptly moved to your upper thigh to knead your flesh as if wishing to ease your tension.

“I need to know in order to proceed.” he pointed out, his tone gentle and nurturing. “I’ve had many a patient who had very unfortunate encounters with such creatures. Werewolves tend to lose all lucidity when sexually aroused, especially when in heat. I should hope this wasn’t your case-”

“Oh, no no-! I-It wasn’t like that… Nothing really bad happened..”

“Well, that’s good to hear. But I still need you to answer.”

You nodded and bit your lip as you held his intense gaze.

"I did." you replied, watching his face harden. "B-But it didn't feel good so we stopped almost immediately!" You rushed to add, hoping that instead would please him.

You were mentally face-palming yourself at what you were saying. You hadn't really thought this through, you realized; you hadn't considered how nervous you'd be in his presence. Making up a lie was easy, saying it to his face was a completely different matter.

He was not pleased with that information, at all. He exhaled heavily, as if disappointed by what he had heard, and his gaze landed on your genitals once more. He stroked his fingers across the flesh of your inner thigh a few times before raising his thumb and slowly trailing it over your labia in a circular motion and then along your slit. His palm still resting on your thigh eased your instant tremors.

"He must not have had much experience if he couldn't manage to please you. He may not have prepped you adequately or at all... Inconsiderate, selfish beast."

The gruff note in his tone was something you'd never heard before, but it rivaled his typically sweet and gentle voice in the way it made your stomach twist and your body heat up. It's possible you made a mistake by bringing up a werewolf since he seemed to have a quarrel with those creatures, or perhaps that could ultimately work to your benefit...

"It's not your fault," he said, eager to comfort you, sounding like himself again. That honeyed voice of his and the following flick of his thumb on your clitoris had your butterflies fluttering. "You are healthy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

Your breath hitched as you felt the enlarged tip of his finger probe at your wet entrance, teasing contact that sent you quivering in anticipation. You gulped in a poor attempt to pace yourself.

“However, I do need to carry out a vaginal examination just to make sure he didn’t cause any damage.”

He looked back at you, eyes silently asking for your approval. Only when you meekly nodded did he move his free hand to rest upon your lower abdomen and turned the other palm-up as he slowly placed one finger inside your hole. It slid in quite easily - given how slick you were at that point - despite being at least two sizes bigger than a human finger.

You shuddered and turned your head to the side, making an effort to focus on anything besides him so as to release your muscles and delay the inevitable, which you sensed was already on its way.

Your wandering gaze landed on the tools on the nearby table: a speculum and other strange-looking metallic objects he had never used on you before. There were also lube and gloves. He had never used those either. You were always ready for his examinations, and lubrication would be wasted on you. And the gloves… You had seen him take them off when the patients before you would head out but he never, not once, put on a new pair for you.

He had given you an explanation at one point, as if picking up on your curiosity, stating that the large tips of his fingers were particularly sensitive to touch and could better detect irregularities when there was no layer between them and the surface being examined. His words made reasonable sense, although they didn't exactly explain why he wouldn't wear gloves for you, specifically. From that point on, you had more than once entertained the possibility that he actually enjoyed touching you with his bare hands…

You did now as well, that wicked thought redirecting your attention back to the finger exploring your channel and the friction caused by its scaly, bumpy texture rubbing against your sensitive walls. That rendered all of your efforts futile. You stiffened even more, unable to focus on anything other than the way it curled into your g-spot, hitting it insistently and expertly, until an orgasm crashed into you just a couple of seconds later.

You tried as hard as you could to mask it, sealing your jaw, stilling your tremors, gripping the edges of the table with your hands as hard as you could, but he could definitely feel you fluttering and gushing juices around him. You didn't look up, too embarrassed to meet his gaze, but you felt his palm fondly rub your tummy, which combined with the overstimulation, made it even more difficult for you to remain silent. You had to gnaw on the inside of your cheeks to muffle your moans, nearly to the point of bruising yourself.

If he sensed your orgasm, he said nothing about it as he kept on rubbing your throbbing walls. With your hole even more slick than before, he added another finger to the examination and pushed them both all the way to your cervix, curling them to reach that tender spot with his large fingertips. Your lips parted in a muted cry and your hand promptly rushed to cover your mouth.

“Do you feel any pain?”

He knew you felt no pain, he knew for certain but he still played the part, maybe because it aroused him just as much as it aroused you.

You hastily shook your head in response, your gaze returning to him to chance a look. You regretted it immediately. He was already staring at you, probably relishing your blushing and contorting face or perhaps even your stiffened nipples showing beneath the fabric of your dress. He seemed to have been waiting for you to look at him because the instant he had your attention, he stood up, opening your legs even wider, and pushed a third finger into you, forcing you to bite your lips to conceal a lewd whimper.

“He hurt you, didn’t he?”

You were too overwhelmed by the warmth and shivers rushing through you and forcing slick to gush from your hole to understand what he was referring to and so you simply nodded your head.

His face hardened again but the motion of his fingers didn’t falter. It remained slow, careful yet precise and deliberate. A touch that only someone like him could offer. A touch that would make anyone lose their right minds. It certainly made you lose yours.

You were totally unprepared when he inserted a fourth thick finger inside you, and you could not hold back a cry this time, nor stop your back from arching away from the table or your sock-clad feet to curl and fight against the footrests. The huge palm on your belly pressed gently but firmly into your soft flesh, pushing you back down onto the surface.

"It's okay… It's okay.” he crooned. “You’re a bit tight. Please, try to release your muscles… It will be easier.”

Release your muscles? You had barely any control over your body at that stage but you mindlessly obeyed, only to tense up all over again when you felt another finger probe at your entrance, meeting resistance. This time, he rushed to your aid by pressing his other thumb against your clitoris. The additional stimulation of its pad tapping and rubbing tight circles over your pulsing bundle of nerves did the trick and his fifth finger promptly slid in, filling you up so perfectly as if it had a place within you designed specifically for it.

“Mmm… Good. Very good."

The stretch was so insane, it took your breath away. You had his whole hand inside you. A hand that could easily exceed the huge girth of any werewolf’s cock, was moving in and out of you, fucking you leisurely, its fingers curling when deep inside your walls and hitting your cervix every damn time. You would have been trashing if he didn’t hold you still with his other palm resting on your hips, a palm that covered the whole expanse of your stomach. Even only the sight of it could make your insides melt in wicked pleasure and the thought that its exact twin was now buried inside you had your brain turn to mush.

“Is everything ok, sweetheart?”

You gasped, your eyes widened in shock and locked on him. He had never called you like that before. The sound of his lovely, warm voice addressing you in such an affectionate manner caused you to short-circuit. You watched, dumb and panting heavily, as his free hand stroked your belly and traveled possessively up your stomach, even past the rolled hem of your dress, nearly touching the swell of your breasts before trailing back down to settle on your lower abdomen in an intimate and protecting grip. His thumb came to contact with your swollen bud again, and you barely had time to register the knot snapping in your belly before your body began to spasm violently and your vision went white. Waves and waves of pleasure overwhelmed you, triggering every nerve in your system to send electric shocks to course through your body.

His fingers continued to move inside you, slower than before, guiding you through the aftershock, while his other hand tenderly caressed your tummy, providing a comforting touch that helped you ground yourself.

"That was such a... good response." He said and you thought you heard his voice crack through the haze clouding your mind.

His cool palm settled on your cheek, fingers wiping the drool of saliva rolling off your lip. You struggled to focus your vision back on him, your heavy-lidded eyes fluttered open and closed a couple times before you managed to fix your gaze back on his face.

"Did he stretch you out like I've just done? Did anyone ever do it?"

You lazily shook your head, chest heaving hard, gaze still hazy. A low threatening rumble reached your muffled ears but it was gone before you could pinpoint what it was.

"That's very unfortunate. I'm sorry you had to encounter such miserable individuals."

His fingers finally slid out of you with a lewd squelching sound that made your walls flutter and your face redden. His eyes were trained on your slick cunt, fingertips gently dragging along the slit, smearing your juices from your hole to your clitoris and back, causing you to jerk at each touch.

"Some beasts shouldn't be allowed to be intimate with anybody." he grumbled, eyes attentively following the movement of his fingers against you. "Especially not with creatures so fragile...so precious…”

It looked like he was talking to himself rather than to you. His tone was so soft you could barely hear it but packed with emotion. His head bent down towards you as if attracted like a magnet, and his jaw parted to reveal his forked tongue. The tip flicked through the air with clear purpose...

Was he tasting your scent?

“You deserve so much better…”

His shocking words made your still tender body shudder and a gasp erupt from your lips. The sound seemed to break him out of whatever trance he'd fallen in. His eyes met yours, and the slit in his pupil narrowed so much to turn into a thin line. He drew back abruptly, as if he had caught himself upon doing something inappropriate. Turning to the adjacent steel table, he grabbed the paper towels and cleaned you with newfound self-control.

“I… need to see you again. Soon. As soon as possible.” He announced as he walked to his desk, discarding the dirty towels on the way. He sat and buried his smooth snout in his agenda, scanning over the pages with ever-growing irritation.

You still didn't feel completely like yourself as you eased down from the table and anchored your unsteady legs on the floor. Silently, you moved behind the divider with quick mindless steps and pulled your panties back on as well as your shoes.

When you came back out, he was standing in front of the desk, facing you and looking rather disappointed.

“We’ll have to see each other next week. Same day, same hour. I postponed some appointments but this is the best I could do.”

You simply nodded, unsure of what to say. You didn’t really trust your voice yet, anyway.

"I must ask you to abstain from attempting penetration again with that werewolf... or anybody else, if possible. Until I finish with your treatment."

You hadn’t the faintest idea what kind of treatment he was referring to but you didn’t dare ask. Whatever excuse he had for having you come over again worked for you. At least you didn't have to make up another stupid lie yourself.

His bright eyes seemed to pierce you, as though expecting your agreement, and you rushed to answer.

"I w-won't see anyone."

"...Good."

You both fell quite for a moment. Your gazes were locked but your mouths were sealed shut. Neither of you risked giving voice to your thoughts, nor acknowledge the obvious tension buzzing between you two.

He broke the silence first by clearing his throat.

“I hope you have a good week, Y/N. It's been… a pleasure to see you again.”

You took a long breath, hoping to ease your thundering heartbeat. Oh, you were hooked. Totally smitten with him… and whatever had happened only a couple minutes earlier made you believe that he had a soft spot for you, too.

“It's been a pleasure for me too… Adryan.”

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naffeclipse · 3 months ago

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Packmates

Reader x Orca!Eclipse

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This is such a delightful little fic requested by @counterbalance involving Orca!Eclipse having a little heart-to-heart with Michael and Vanessa with, of course, Y/N overseeing it! It's very cathartic and sweet to see all of these characters talk to each other after everything that has happened. I hope you enjoy!

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Spring in the Arctic is frigid. No flowers bloom along the frozen land. Sea smoke sends pale wisps into the rosy pink dawn light. Jutting mounts of hills and ice jag the landscape as you slip closer and closer to the edge of the snow-dotted ocean.

You tuck your scarlet wool scarf tighter around your throat. Goggles and a hood protect your face and eyes from the wicked air so cold, it brandishes itself like a knife against exposed skin.

The darkness of a blistering cold night in the polar region lifts away, and the sweet, soft light of a new, short day begins. Slowly, the days will get longer and longer, until there is only the hint of dusk before it brightens all over again. You marvel at the sunlight on the glittering frozen ground. The way it refracts upon the tips of waves as the ocean churns slowly in its below-zero temperature state.

All of this is no matter to an orca siren. Eclipse has never been cold. Only alone.

That will change.

You trek across the plain with company. It’s taken you a few days to prepare Eclipse to meet your packmates as he refers to them properly. He’s not wrong. Michael and Vanessa form your little tightly knit group, forged by comradery from first being stuck in such a stark landscape in a tiny base, to then enduring the mysterious uncertainty of sirens and the lingering presence of those who hunted them.

They tried to protect you and you protected them. On your left, Michael’s head is on a swivel. He strains his neck as he peers down into the deep and dark indigo waters as if he might spy Eclipse before he’s ready to emerge. His gloved hands clench, held in front of him as if a harpoon might materialize and drop into his waiting palms. The fur of his dark gray parka is red, pushed by the slight breeze as if he were an Arctic fox roaming, briskly attempting to keep away from a much larger threat.

Vanessa walks so close to you on your other side that her shoulder repeatedly brushes against your own with the thick scratch of durable fabric from your Arctic gear echoing. Her face repeatedly turns to you. A black aviator hat protects her head from the fierce cold, the white fur along the flops of her head attire serving to keep her safe and warm. She anxiously moves her arms. You wonder if she intends to hug you or drag you back to base—either way, she seems to want to grab onto you tightly, as if you might fall through the thick ice now.

They have their reasons to fear, but it’s alright now. Eclipse isn’t going to hurt anyone.

Seeing is believing, it seems, as you lead them towards the icy coast. The water reveals a deeper teal hue to its soft waves and lapping against the edge of the sea as the sun glares across the horizon. You squint against the brightness. Holding up a hand to help shield your gaze, you search the salty edge of the ocean.

Eclipse said he would meet them. He said he wants to know your packmates better.

“Stay here,” you say softly.

Michael’s shoulders become rigid. His eyes, verdant and almost wild, like a creature about to snap with its fangs, follow you in anticipation.

“Are you sure?” he asks.

You turn back, smiling despite how well your Arctic gear covers you up.

“I am. It’s okay, Michael.” In a firmer tone, you remind, “You said you would give him a chance.”

Inhaling deeply, he dips his chin once. “I did. But he’s still a siren.”

“And you’re a human who had a harpoon.” You face him, no longer shrinking in his presence. There are no more secrets, no more reasons to protect each other from the truth. You love Eclipse. That should be enough for Michael but it’s going to take a little more time.

But he’ll see.

“We don’t have them now,” Vanessa says. She crosses her arms in what might have been a pout but her gloved hands grip herself anxiously. “It—He can still sing.”

“He won’t. He promised me he wouldn’t.” You have to ask much of them, and winter isn’t enough time for change, but it’ll have to do. “Trust me.”

They can now. Michael and Vanessa glance at each other, reassuring and perhaps, reinspired by the other.

You nod gratefully and turn back to the water. You kneel at its edge, searching for a tell-tale sign of a sharp dorsal fin or burning red flukes. He shouldn’t be bold—at least more than is excessive for him. You took great care to explain to him how wary Michael and Vanessa might be and that he needs to be on his best behavior. He promised but the way he held you close in an embrace left a grain of doubt in your mind.

In the distant dark teal of the Arctic Ocean, you spy the beautiful, red-tipped dorsal fin of an orca siren. Eclipse. He swims slowly, approaching in the way a shark might curiously regard fresh bait while it’s not currently hungry. You wait. In the corner of your vision, Michael and Vanessa tense. You remain, hands on your legs, inhaling the frost-bitten scent of the wind before the dorsal fin dips below.

Right before you, where ice meets water, Eclipse emerges dripping wet, maw wide open in a grin. His eyes burn through the chilled landscape. One yellow and one red eye greet you with a radiant wonder. His expression softens. Your heart warms as he reaches for you, black-tipped claws dripping wet.

“Happy day, birdie,” he singsongs in a low rumble of harmonics.

His hands brush your gloved palms, and you hear a strange rush of steps behind you. Eclipse’s eyes narrow. He latches onto your wrists just as arms encircle you from behind, one over your shoulder, and another around your waist, and a breathless sound of panic touches the back of your hood. You look down to find the off-white garb of Vanessa’s Arctic gear clinging to you, her gloves twisting deeply into your coat.

“Vanessa,” Michael says, his tone unreadable. He steps closer just as Eclipse growls.

“It’s okay,” you pipe up over everyone. “We’re fine, everyone’s fine.”

Tensions soar as you slowly turn your head back to find Vanessa wide-eyed and breathless. Her gaze is locked onto Eclipse. A rumble on the threat of a snarl vibrates through Eclipse’s chest. Vanessa holds you tighter.

“Eclipse, will you let go of me?” You level him with a pointed stare. “I want to introduce you to my packmates.”

Eclipse’s teeth flash. His array of head frills, flaring in dark oranges and deep reds, cut through the blues and whites of the Arctic in his agitation.

“Eclipse,” you say softly, “Let me go. Just for a moment.”

His gaze drops back to you. You are firm, and unyielding as he lowers his shoulders. A softness returns to his feature. Though he appears pained to release your wrists, his claws slip away.

Vanessa’s death grip upon you loosens in the slightest.

“Vanessa, this is Eclipse.” You pat her arms once. “He’s not taking me anyway. You can stop grabbing me now.”

She drags in a ragged breath. She slowly blinks, her green eyes returning to a more sensible state as she at last withdraws her arms from around you. You pat her arm again. Yet, she sits close beside you, trembling with anticipation.

Gently, you gesture towards her, “Eclipse, this is my packmate, Vanessa.”

He tilts his head. Hiding his teeth, he smiles. “Hello.”

A stare follows from Vanessa, caught somewhere before wariness and the strangeness of an orca siren speaking to her. Was she expecting a monstrous grable to leave his lips or perhaps a wicked song?

“Hi.” she finally decides. She glances at you in confusion for a moment.

Oh, right. Packmate. You’ll explain that later.

“Eclipse,” you then hold your hand out beyond Vanessa to Michael. He still stands on his feet, unwilling or unable to join you guys on the ice that the orca siren leans his arms against. “This is Michael.”

Eclipse’s eyes sharpen as if the tip of an icicle. He lifts his hand. Michael tenses, his fists balling into fists.

“You are the child of the human who took away my pod, my family,” his deep voice is abysmal with the accusations. “I thought you would be worse.”

Michael turns hard as stone. Tension laces his jaw as he clenches tightly. Your heart skips a beat, glancing sharply between the two.

Eclipse snarls. “Your father killed my mother.”

“Sirens are dangerous,” Michael retorts, his shoulders braced for an impact that you refuse to see.

“Eclipse, you said you would be good to my pack,” you say sharply. You reach out and touch the back of Eclipse’s slick, sheeny hand.

He pauses, his eyes flashing to you. His claws quickly curl around your wrist.

“I am,” he says, but he lowers his voice.

Vanessa tenses, her hand reaching to hook around the crook of your arm. Desperation fills you to the brim.

“Please, there’s been enough fighting and hatred.” You look between all three of them. “You all have suffered, haven’t you?”

You steely hold Michael’s gaze. His expression morphs between molten rage and seething hatred before melting into something less bitter. You turn on Eclipse. His expression is sharp, edged with rime and fangs. You squeeze his hand. He glances down at your small gloved fingers in his palm. Slowly, he breathes out a huff of misty air. When you turn to Vanessa, her head is already bowed. Her grip upon your arm is no longer a means to keep you close, but to anchor herself.

“My sister,” Michael says, then stops. He struggles for a moment before looking at Eclipse—truly looking at Eclipse for the first time. “My sister is gone because of my father.”

The beginnings of a snarl pulling over his teeth stop. Eclipse’s grip around your hand becomes gentle. A low sound of sympathy escapes him in a warble.

“Afton let my mother be taken by a siren.” Vanessa’s voice is so small, you almost don’t catch it. “He sacrificed her for the sake of his studies.”

Her fingers dig into your coat. You wish you had another hand so you might comfort her.

Eclipse looks at your other packmate, much more gentle as he leans closer as if to console her. Then, for a moment, he’s pierced with a strange expression. He leans away. His hand slips out of yours as he clenches his hands. His claws rake over the ice.

“Did the siren take your mother as a mate?”

Vanessa’s head lifts. Her mouth contorts as if her very muscles are paralyzed before she says gravelly, “I think so.”

Eclipse’s gaze falls over you. A memory of a time of being stolen away, held underwater, and forced to swim leaves you with a chill. Eclipse, however, slowly inches his hand back to you, open and waiting, and you accept it again. His shiny black and white markings are still sea salt-slick. He whistles a soft sound.

“It is wicked to force your will upon another,” his voice is low, repentant.

Michael and Vanessa share equal expressions of scrutiny and wonder. Perhaps you merely imagine the first shine of acceptance in their eyes, but it’s a start.

Visibly, they relax. Vanessa still holds to your elbow but her fingers are no longer hooking around you in the hope of keeping you from being reeled out. Gradually, Michael lowers himself onto one knee. He rests his arm on his leg and loses the tautness in his body.

You hold tight to Eclipse’s fingers. You wish you could close the distance. It’s been a few days since you’ve returned to the Arctic and spent time with Eclipse, but you still yearn for more of him. It was a long and cold winter without your siren.

Perhaps humans and sirens don’t have to stay enemies. Perhaps the past can die with the generation who couldn’t stop fighting. Maybe you all can be better, and happier.

“Eclipse, will you tell Vanessa what you told me before?” you nudge. You think it will sound better coming from a siren than from you.

Straightening, Vanessa glances quizzically at you, then Eclipse as a few water droplets fall from his frills.

“Your mother may be alive.” He turns towards the sea without releasing your hand. “She may be out there. I can help find her if that is something you wish.”

A ripple of shock crosses your friend’s expression. Of course, you and Michael promised to help search for her mother now that she understood what may have become of her. This is one of your motivations for returning to the Arctic. Vanessa is almost speechless. You have never seen her emotional before, but you wonder if she may weep. Is she happy or angry that a siren would offer such a thing to her? Knowing what happened to her mother?

“You know where she is?” she asks.

“No,” Eclipse corrects promptly, “but I can aid in your search. I know these waters. I have swam them all my life. If she is here, I can locate her.”

She glances at you, her eyes shining. You smile reassuringly. Slowly, she turns to Michael. His expression is firm and difficult to read, but he gives a slight nod.

This might not end up how you wish it would, but it’s something. It’s hope—a possible answer after never having her mother all of her life. You wonder what kind of tail her mother could possess, and shiver as you glance down to your legs covered in thick Arctic gear.

“I—Yes,” Vanessa says at last. She faces Eclipse. “I would owe you everything if you helped me find her.”

A wide grin splits the crescent marking of his face. Just below the water and beyond the edge of ice you sit upon, his tail snaps to one side.

“No need. I want nothing more than what I have.” He squeezes your hands. His claws carefully brush over the fabric of your gloves as your heart swells with pride.

You face him. Gently tugging yourself free of Vanessa’s grip, her hold loosens and she lets you go, her hand hanging in the air while you close the distance between you and Eclipse. His arms open gladly. You enter his embrace. A spark of shyness flies through you, never having an audience before to witness the affection between you and the orca siren.

Eclipse makes you forget all else as he hums soothingly. He nuzzles softly along your hood, pushing your goggles up to touch the heat of your skin. You close your eyes. He squanders not the opportunity to press a slick kiss to one eyelid, then the other. You breathe softly.

“Thank you,” you whisper to him.

“I thought you would know there is no need to thank me,” he rumbles with mirth, “but I still enjoy it.”

You pull back and touch his cheek. He leans into it before you remember who is present. You turn back to Michael and Vanessa and bashfully ask where they should start looking first.

#naff's writing commissions #apex polarity #orca!eclipse #therapy time for everyone!!#vanessa and michael are just so concerned for y/n #and eclipse is doing better!!#naff writing

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fanaticsnail · 10 months ago

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Conversations with the Clown

Word Count: 150+

Your Captain has been exceptionally short with you of late. Nothing is quite going to plan, and his fuse has been sparking particularly close to the waxy wick of his explosive attitude.

Humbling himself, swallowing his pride, he walks over to your sat position at the quiet end of the extended, communal wooden table in the dining area. Sat at the edge of the pew, you are hunched over and hyper fixed on the daunting task of taking inventory and managing wages.

"I'm sorry, Baby" he whispered into your neck, taking the opportunity to place a small kiss on your temple. He crouches at your side, placing his hand on your knee and attempts to claim your attention with his eyes. You sigh, push back the paperwork and relax into the backboard of the pew.

"I know, Captain. It's okay, truly," you whisper through closed eyes. Feeling his hand drag up your thigh and settle at your hip, you snap your eyes open to meet his playful gaze.

His voice began to break a rough chuckle, his voice rasping at the edges as he met your fed-up expression.

"I have learnt the hokey-pokey-," he began, his voice halted by your verbal reprimand.

"-Don't," you cut his words short. His smile only widened, his teal eyes twinkling with mischief.

"...And I am turning myself around," he concluded, his smile cracking his perfectly attuned makeup. The blue above his eyes smudged into his crows feet, his chapped lips curling to reveal his red-tinted teeth beneath his face paint. His smile twinkled with the innocence of a toddler, staring up into your face with nothing but wonderment.

You huffed out a breath of exasperation, blaming your fury at his poorly timed joke before you drew your palm up to cradle his cheek. Soothing over the amassment of rough stubble beneath the paint, you leant down to press your forehead against his and uttered lovingly into him.

"That's what it's all about."

(This drabble was brought to you by the ever spectacular @sordidmusings who just lets me bounce ideas off her. Love you 🥹)

#one piece #opla #opla fic #x reader #one piece live action #buggy #captain buggy #buggy fic #buggy hc #buggy drabble #buggy x reader #buggy the clown

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thebreakerofchains · 3 months ago

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Lights Down Low

A/N: So, I was listening to this song, and I was hit with the thought of Nesta and well...Less than decent thoughts. So, I mused to myself "why not?" and wrote this self indulgent one-shot. Keeping in mind that while I am a pro at reading smut, I am all but a novice writer of it, at best.

Nesta Archeron x Fem!IllyrianReader

Warnings: SPICY!! DNI if you are a minor.

Cassian had woken you up that morning frantically spewing about how he wouldn’t be able to go to training – you were barely awake let alone properly hearing what he threw at you full speed at those ungodly morning hours – all you got was that it had something to do with the Illyrian camp and Devlon and that he really would appreciate if you could cover for him seeing that leaving the females with Azriel being the only instructor was as dangerous as lighting a match near gasoline. And, if you knew something about Nesta, Gwyn and Emerie it’s that do they burn and blow easily.

So, you decided you were in a generous mood today while you dressed up in your fighting leathers and headed towards the training area at the House of Wind. He also owes you one, naturally, and you had almost the perfect idea as to what favor you’d call in for that, you think to yourself with a wicked grin.

“Good morning, ladies.” You say with a smile to your face at their already sweaty state, considering they have been here for forty minutes at most.

Azriel gives you a once over from where he is standing and an inquisitive look, “I didn’t know you were joining us today.”

“Nice to see you too, Az.” You feign an expression of hurt, “Glad to know you have missed me.” You had been on a diplomatic trip with Morrigan to Vallahan for a few weeks and had only recently got back as of two nights ago, and the only people you got the chance to see were Rhysand and Feyre for the report, and Cassian this morning as he groveled at the end of your bed for you to cover him for training.

“I am glad you two are having a great time chatting away, definitely don’t mind us.” Nesta said from where she stood in a stretching position that looked about as painful as it probably was. “Should I ask the House to bring you some biscuits and tea so you can get properly acquainted?”

You bite the insides of your cheeks in an attempt to control your grin from growing any wider. How you missed those snide comments. Not that Mor wasn’t stimulating company during that rather boring trip, but no one could entertain you so effortlessly like Nesta Archeron.

Rhysand says you are a different brand of masochist for enjoying the blue-gray-eyed woman as much as you do. Well, you and Cassian, who also never shied from a mostly healthy banter with her – without dramatic repercussions, at least.

“If you gave the same attention that you do us to your stretching you would see more effective results, Archeron.” I wink at her and she eyes me with a look I do not know how to describe other than ‘I will make you eat those words’; I shiver inwardly.

I am distracted, or rather saved, by Emerie to my side as she groans out, “This is insanity.” She moves out of position with a deep intake of breath, and I see my opening.

“Here, let me help.” I move to her sitting on the ground, silently asking for permission as I move my hands to her arms. She nods slowly in recognition and I start adjusting her sitting stance spreading her limbs wider apart and then holding her upper members up from behind her. My chest is pressed on her back, and I move my head to the side of her ear before asking, “How does it feel?”

“Fine.” She breathes out low and quick.

I hum, slightly puzzled with her reaction wondering if I am somehow making her uncomfortable. I look above her shoulder and see Gwyneth’s teal eyes gazing at us, cheeks red adorning a mischievous smirk. I clear my throat and get up from my position behind Emerie, “Now, you only have to keep it up exactly like that, and you will see that as nagging as it is, it won’t be quite an unbearable pain as before.”

I circle around the field correcting the priestesses here and there, mostly giving them verbal instructions on how to improve their stances and the whole time I could feel a much familiar fire burning on my back. I was being watched.

The training ended on a positive note, and much to Azriel’s dismay, the priestesses all left with a thankful and hopeful murmur that I should lead the sessions more often to which I just smile shyly at. As soon as they left, I start tiding up until I hear the swish of a small blade, looking back to see who my companion is, I meet the face of Nesta and her intense eyes as she plays with a dagger.

“Can I help you with something?” I ask, mentally cursing myself from being that affected at the sight of her in training leathers.

“So, this is how I find out you are back home?” She runs the blade on the wooden table where the other weapons laid, slowly approaching me, closing me in a lot like a predator hunting its prey.

“I didn’t-” I start and she pauses me raising the blade to my lips, the sharp end meeting my skin with a blazing cold touch much like Nesta’s own.

“I don’t care.” She eyes me in a silent dare to try and explain myself again.

I for one, get so completely lost in her eyes and the smell of her that all I do is take one of my hands up to her face where a strand of her golden-brown hair slipped from her updo and remove it from where it laid on her sweaty forehead. Nesta sharply intakes air and I lose mine altogether, as if she sucked in my very breath to her lungs, her full breasts touching my own, her nose brushing on mine.

“Did you miss me?” She husks.

I nod gradually.

“Hm.” She hums out, “Is that why you were feeling up Emerie at practice earlier?”

My eyes widen at the implication, “I would never!”

She merely grins wickedly to me, her leg moving between my own and I feel her leather covered core press down on my thigh. I let out a gasp, and she strokes my hair gently, “I wonder if you didn’t look for me because you were too busy with Morrigan. You did spend two full months with her at Vallahan – so eager to help, volunteering yourself like that – and we both know you don’t last long being on your own, don’t we, baby?”

She blows soft air to my face, as if it would help me cool down. “That is absurd, Nes. Morrigan doesn’t see me that way, or any other female, that we know of.” I muse out. “Well, maybe Emerie if we are being honest, but I know better than to raise the question to her.”

She presses herself further into me in a way I didn’t even know that was possible, I see stars and my hands find her hips in a possessive grip, “Nesta...” I mean to sound warning but it comes out a tad too desperate to be anything else other than pleading.

“Yes?” She drawls out sensually, hips moving away and right before I answer she pulls them back down deliciously deliberate and steady. A growl leaves my lips and I switch our positions, her back now touching the stone-cold rock walls. “I thought you could help me out with my stretching exercises, unless that special attention is reserved for Illyrian females only.” She draws out and I swear I hear a hint of jealousy to her tone.

“I can always make an exception for you.” I decide to tease her back, “If I am not too busy. You high fae do bend different.”

“Oh?” She lifts one of her perfect eyebrows at me. “Care to elaborate, professor?”

“For example, you are much more sensitive here,” I say as I slid a hand down her ass touching her inner thigh from the back, “than most Illyrian females I taught before.” I drag my hands upwards again, purposefully grabbing her ass and she lets out a small squeal. “Or maybe, that is just you.”

She moans out, “You are right, just me.” Enunciating the last two words roughly with intent as she pulls me for a mind-numbing kiss. My grip to her back tightens and my other hand finds its way to the mess of tangled hair that was once her braid, deepening the kiss, she gasps in surprise and I take my opportunity to slowly enter my tongue in her mouth giving her lower lip a teasing lick before sucking on her own. At this point, we are both frantically panting, all I can see, sense and smell is Nesta as her nails scratch my back until I can feel blood coming out. I draw back from the kiss and she glares at me in her dizzy state, I give her a mirthful look and she seems to understand exactly where my thoughts went to just as I rip her top apart and am met with her creamy perky breasts waiting to receive my undivided attention.

Wasting no time, I take my mouth to her left breast as my hand that was in her head seconds ago playfully twists and teases the other one, her hips still moving, relentlessly searching for any kind of relief and contact they can find.

“I reckon you missed me as well, Nes.” I breathe out between my ministrations as I move to the right side and suck hard on her hardened nipple. She moans out my name, “Ah, Y/N!”

“I want to hear you say it, Nes.”

She looks down to me, and it’s like something snaps between us. I have fucked Nesta thoroughly and often for a while now, in many occasions – and positions – but never have I felt such a feeling like the one engulfing me right now. It’s like the time we spent apart left the thing desperate, as desperate as I was when I thought of her, especially in the night when my hands drifted between my legs and I would come time and time again at the memory of her.

I move my head to her neck and with a bite I order, “Say. It!”

She screams in pleasure and I pull back to look at her dazed eyes while she says, “I missed you.”

I waste no time as I take her into my arms, and fly to my room, the House apparently ever attuned to Nesta had the whole ambient ready for us. From the corner of my eyes, I could see red candles were lit all over the place. The curtains were now closed and there was a dizzying smell, but that was no one else’s credit but Nesta’s as her deep arousal hit my nostrils.

Her hands that laid with a tight grip on my back move up to plant a feather-like touch to my wings and I shiver out a moan, “Illyrians and their wings.” She breathes out teasingly.

With a snarl I rip her leather pants off her finding her glistening exposed sex so fucking ready for me. I ghost touch it and she arches her back trying to draw my hand closer to her center, “How long do you plan on making me wait?” She lets out petulantly. “Weren’t two months of touching myself at the thought of you enough punishment?”

I raise my eyebrows at her, smiling wolfishly like a starved madwoman, which I am sure is the exact definition of what I am right now. I lower myself, kissing her inner thigh leisurely, and she grips my head her nails scratching on my scalp. “Y/N, please, I need you.”

“That was fast, maybe I should go away more often, it seems you finally gained some manners while I was gone.” I say before planting a teasing kiss to her clit.

“Baby!” She screams.

I decide to put both of us out of our misery and draw my tongue from bottom to top before closing in my mouth on the bundle of sensitive nerves, I hungrily move up and down, circling and sucking in different points and directions before moving one finger close to her entrance.

I look up to what is one of my favorite sights in the world, her golden-brown locks sprawled on my pillow, body glistening with sweat, her forehead creased in pleasure as she bites on her lower lip punishing the plump part before locking her gaze with mine and saying, “I need to feel you inside of me, love.”

I suck at her clit before speaking, “Only ever me?”

“Yes, yes, only ever you. I don’t want anybody else. Just you!”

I groan on her pussy, a low guttural sound that has never come out of me before as I insert one finger inside her soaking wet pussy. “You are mine, Nesta Archeron.”

“Yes, I am yours, all yours.”

I put another finger inside her, mouth working mercilessly on her sensitive bundles as she screams chants of pleasure, and I can feel she is getting close and I am not far myself, she takes one of her hands to my wings and strokes a particularly soft spot and I moan loudly on her pussy.

“Cum with me, baby.” She lets out breathy, mind close to succumbing. I move my fingers faster, harder and she continues stroking the spot on my wings, my climax borderline here until I feel the knot on my lower belly tighten impossibly and in a blinding flash of life I come just as her juices flow out of her and I divert my mouth lapping as much of it as I can. Licking her clean, fingers now moving slower and softer to help her ride out her high.

I let go of her, a string of saliva between me and her intimate area, she pushes my head upwards and I meet her with a searing kiss. Her legs engulf my torso pushing me closer before she bites down on my lips strong enough to draw blood, and as the metallic tinge of it fills my tastebuds Nesta says lowly:

“If you ever leave me for that long again, I will hunt you down, and I will kill you with my bare hands.” Her blue-gray eyes locked on mine, daring me to protest in any way.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” I give her a slow kiss.

She gives me a smile that bore nothing good, and I knew I would be in for one long, long night.

#nesta archeron #nesta x reader #lesbian hours #wlw #acotar #emerie acosf #gwyneth berdara #azriel #fem reader #acotar smut #acosf

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captain-hawks · 3 months ago

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Aki and teal

aki hayakawa x reader

c: 18+, masturbation

The color of your dress looks different here—the sleek satin left rumpled in a heap against the cool, white marble tiles of his bathroom floor.

It seems darker, the silky material, the sight of the rich teal burning hot against the back of his throat as Aki swallows thickly and runs a hand through his loose, dark hair, the fogged up mirror sparing him the accusatory sight of his lust-blown pupils.

He tries not to think about the way it probably slipped from your body before pooling here on the floor, inhales sharply as his gaze strays to the streak your fingertips left behind while opening the shower door while he smoked a cigarette on the balcony to give you privacy.

The corner of something lacy and black peeks out from beneath the dress, and Aki groans quietly, pressing the heel of his hand against the front of his slacks.

He’s so fucking hard it hurts.

You’re his co-worker, his partner.

And you got a little too drunk at the gala tonight, the soft sound of your laughter against the shell of his ear still echoing torturously in his head, the hot feeling of your lips pressed to the side of his neck a tender brand against his skin (as you climbed into his lap and tiredly mumbled that you wanted to just sleep at his place, that you were too tired for the drive back to your own).

(He was too goddamn weak beneath the scrape of your fingertips against his stupid tie to argue about the semantics of fifteen minutes.)

It was bad enough when he picked you up earlier, his knuckles nearly white against the steering wheel as he tried to avoid the sight of the teasing hemline of your dress dancing in his peripheral vision, the teal a wicked beacon for the traitorous lust curling in his gut beneath the illumination of every street lamp he drove beneath.

Aki’s cock throbs.

He’ll sleep on the couch if it fucking kills him tonight, head already spinning as he anticipates your pitiful whine as you crack open his bedroom door and peek out into the living room—he knows that even in your drunken state, you’ll feel too bad taking up the soft expanse of his mattress yourself. Not when he’s admittedly too tall for the worn-in loveseat that he’s already subjected himself to.

He’ll sleep on the couch even with the knowledge that you’re slipping into his bed wearing one of his old t-shirts, the soft, gentle scent of your shampoo sinking into his pillows and his sheets.

Eyes drifting to the twisted lock on bathroom's door handle, Aki grits his teeth as he shoves down the zipper of his pants, biting back the groan of relief that nearly spills from his lips as he wraps his fingers around his achingly hard cock.

#aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #chainsaw man #dee writes #rambling: a. hayakawa

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thesquirrelqueer · 2 months ago

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& Juliet NA Tour 9/25/24 Notes

- if I say an actor’s name that’s an acting choice if I say a character’s name that’s a tour change/tour track thing (afaik)

- confident is flipped, frankie does his verse on stage left instead of right

- lord and lady cap swap during SMTM (lady cap on stage right of lord cap instead of left but they both still enter from stage right). also since there’s no lift they don’t sit on the coffin they just sort of walk off stage left

- they roll the coffin on stage for SMTM

- shakespeare walks behind the juliet sign and enters that way for LTL

- completely different romeo blocking during BOMT, he enters farther back, goes sits on the tomb like usual then gets off the tomb, walks in a circle with the set being spun, then walks out the back

- dion track is a mix of rumour and imogen

- different music for rumour solo

- mateus is the most autistic frankie ever

- nick takes off their crown before may bumps into frankie then mateus puts it back on their head

- maycois slow dancing during KAG, at some point after the second kiss they do that thing people do when they slow dance back to front with their arms around each other

- gregory spins the carriage manually but it’s barely noticeable unless you’re looking for it

- the bed doesn’t spin so the domino choreo spacing is different

- richard and eleanor do the SML couple dance in front of the carriage and end on stage left instead of right

- dion does the imogen line “did my heart love til now”

- frankie hopping over the dj station to get to the virginal

- mateus does a lot of crossing over his arms while playing the virginal

- a small crowd appears to watch frankie and juliet jam together

- no coffin during IML

- michael does the running in place thing

- michael peaking out behind the set during the IML juliet and anne part and doing a gay little wave to her

- lucy is the sign girl now instead of richard

- augustine does the mist for soliloquy but it’s like a full on fog machine

- different harmony stacking a lot of places (LTL, SMTM, SUBG, and problem were the most noticeable ones)

- lucy is no longer in the middle during the “he used to come to my balcony all the time” part of SMTM she’s on stage left

- mateus and nick is a lethal combination

- no doors for the curtain so people just walk off into the wings

- may, anne, and angelique going “girl” after juliet says she’s gonna be 14

- corey is a lot more antagonistic of a shakespeare

- mateus mimicing rachel gesturing for “frankie da boi” on “no!”

- mateus insane riff on “oh yeah”

- virginal gets scooted on on wheels (then off the same way)

- juliet hands frankie a drink before confident, I have no idea where it came from it just sort of appeared

- teal is such a mom

- angelique hides behind the bed at one point before lance wakes up

- choreo and blocking for the second half of KAG is completely different

- lance enters from stage right before blow

- dion does the rumour dance during blow

- dion does the map feature

- set design for the dubois house is a flat projection with a ladder but the mini one is placed next to it

- halfway through the soliloquy the choreo gets flipped

- michael ballet leap turn thing on “I don’t care” during LMLYD

- there’s a bench that frankie and lance sit on before WWFM

- also the tree is replaced by a lamppost

- all the players stop dancing and singing after “am I sexual” and it’s very funny

- the ferris wheel has been replaced by a moon and it was very shaky and unstable looking, it gave me so much anxiety

- rip gay gossip table (lucy dances with benvolio and dion dances with augustine)

- romeo doesn’t take off his jacket before “ello brothers”

- the roar scaffolding appears during the blackout

- michael romeo it is his first day on earth I won’t elaborate

- ALAYM beginning is a lot more “a cappella group” sounding

- nick and mateus hug into SOMH

- angelique enters farther back before OMT

- problem blocking and partial choreo is different (lucy is stage right now)

- shakespeare not being onstage before “the carrige driver told us everything” like he and anne ran back onstage to deliver his line then ran back off

- rip the wedding balls they’re all just kinda standing there

- augustine does a one finger raise instead of a full hand during SMTM

- the moon is hovering a few feet off the ground during the dialogue after OMT then lowers down after “I can’t love you romeo”

- IWITW instrumental playing under the shakespeare and anne convo before teenage dream

- “I didn’t know he had a wife” was giving “I slept with him but I swear to god I didn’t know he was married i’m sowwy” it’s like shelby was confessing it

- no lift for romeo out of SUBG so anne just like pushes him off stage on the stage right

- teal struggling slightly to get the quill out on “if only there was a way, oh wait there is”

- nick says mantua like matt does

- different lance choreo on the first “you make me feel like i’m living a teenage dream”

#& juliet #& juliet musical #&juliet musical #sorry it’s a long one #dani’s show notes #musicals #shut up dani #michael canu #mateus leite cardoso #shelby griswald #corey mach #nick drake #teal wicks #& juliet na tour #& juliet tour

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lalunanymph · 5 months ago

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sucker punch (m) — sae itoshi

in the pivotal moments leading up to the most significant fight of his career against his estranged younger brother, sae meets a girl who turns his entire world upside down

warnings:- underground fighter!sae, fem!reader, heiress!reader, reader is coded to be feminine (wears dresses, makeup, heels, etc), language, cursing, fights, mentions of blood, mentions of injuries, mentions of medication, sae's repressed emotions™, rin is down bad for his gf, arranged marriages (not between reader and sae ouch), heavy angst

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ masterlist ࿐ྂ

✯ chapter 4

The day of the fight brought a sleet of rain which caused a huge traffic backlog in Harajuku for close to an hour.

Sae arrived at the facility, soaking wet and scowling. His other teammates who were present in support of this momentous fight cheered the second he entered the room. Oliver was the one to shoo them away and get his starfighter ready for the night.

Suiting up his gloves and giving his shoulders a quick rub, Aiku flashed him a smile that was all teeth. “You ready, Sae?”

His bored scowl was the answer Oliver needed.

“Let’s crush this.”

Strangely, Sae’s heart was pounding behind his ribs. He had never felt this anxious for a fight, though his neutral expression gave nothing away as he strode over to the exit doors. On the other side of the door, he could physically taste the energy of the crowd; zinging on his tongue like sour lime, curdling his stomach and tantalising his bloodlust at the same time. Their chants, stomps, yells and thirst for violence fuelled him, that he almost forgot who he was facing.

Until they announced his little brother’s name.

“On the left side of the ring, standing at 6’2 with a wicked hook that will unlock anyone’s jaw—Blue Lock’s Itoshi Rin!”

The announcer dragged Rin’s name, and his brother’s flashing teal eyes were the first thing to captivate the crowd through the screen. The crowd cheered and jeered, depending on who they supported. A majority of them were neutral to Rin; they had only heard about his prowess but hadn’t seen it in the flesh yet.

“On my right, a 5 '11 machine with more hits than we can count—the one, the only—the Prodigy—U20’s Itoshi Sae!”

A similar pair of flashing teal eyes appeared on the screen. The crowd responded like a nest of snakes, writhing and hungry for two preys to feast on each other. Their murmurs of disbelief and awe were not hard to decipher.

Wait, they’re both brothers?

No fucking way.

Does this mean they have to kill each other?

Is this even legal?!

Sae could picture each of their curious, blank faces looking out at the scene before them; at two brothers who were slated to fight till the other was injured or dead.

He couldn’t rethink his decision; the bell had already rung.

Rin lunged at him first. Sae deflected, falling back, assessing his brother’s weakness. An opening he could dive into, or a faltering stance. Anything to make this fight quick.

A fast blur of fists rained around both of them. Sae got Rin in the stomach and he got his older brother right in the nose. Blood was pouring into his panting mouth, tasting of tangy grimness. Using a two step method perfected by The Prodigy himself, Rin executed a move that had his brother reeling. The hours each of them spent watching the replays of the other’s fights were put to the ultimate test.

There was also the intimate knowledge of their personalities. Sae knew how easily frustrated Rin could get. And Rin was familiar with how much his brother loved control.

A sweeping kick caught Sae off guard, his right knee faltering. Rin used the opportunity to drive his knee into his brother’s sternum, knocking him back a few steps.

The crowd moved like a wave. They booed and gasped, some cheered while others muttered behind their palms. The energy was infectious. Sae moved like a caged tiger prowling around the edges, ready to strike.

He caught Rin’s upper cheek with a flat blow, knocking his brother’s head back. Despite the younger Itoshi being the taller one, his height was at a disadvantage when Sae targeted his middle trunk. With his upper body compromised and lower one open to strikes, Sae jumped in to land his fists right onto Rin’s stomach over and over again. Till he fell to the ground; until blood coated his brother’s pale throat.

Someone in the crowd screamed. The roar that came after that was deafening.

Blurry teal eyes latched onto his older brother’s one and for a split second, Sae wasn’t in the ring with Rin anymore. They were both in a field, playing soccer together. The sun was shining hotly on the back of their necks and their laughter echoed through the trees and grass. Those same teal eyes were on a smaller, innocent face, shining with love and open admiration for his nii-chan. Sae wished they both had never left that field.

“Kill him!”

Their screams shattered the image of his younger brother in his mind, replacing it with the wounded, half-battered man before him.

Rin was fighting against unconsciousness, weakly driving his strikes into his brother’s chest. Sae felt like his chest would cave in from the blows, but he held on. He was going to win.

Then, some otherworldly force compelled him to raise his head.

Right in front of him, tears streaming down her face, was a dark-haired woman clutching her palms to her chest. It reminded him of the same motion you did the night Sae broke your heart.

Her sobs were both silent and loud with the piercing sounds of the crowd drowning her out. But, her eyes never left Rin. As if pulled by coincidence, she flitted her gaze to him. Sae almost crumpled at the look in her eyes.

Please, they seemed to scream. Please don’t hurt him.

Rin clutched onto his brother’s shoulders, trying to shake him off. Sae held on stubbornly.

She only cares for me, that’s why she begged me to drop out from the fight.

What if you were here, too? Would you cry for him the way Rin’s girlfriend was crying for him?

Would you openly and desperately beg his opponent with your wet eyes not to hurt him?

No, no… focus, Itoshi!

Sae snarled, landing one meaty punch into his brother’s face. Rin retaliated with a strike into his abdomen.

It’s not as if you would understand—you have no one you care for.

Sae felt her stare burn into his face. He wanted to scream at the unfairness of his entire life.

During his moment of weakness, Rin’s strike knocked his head back and he went tumbling backwards.

Gaining the upper hand, Rin straddled his brother’s lap, like they used to do when they were play-fighting as children. His strikes were not half-hearted or childish as before. They held weight, thundering echoes of his anger towards the older boy who left him behind like he didn’t mean anything.

Sae shielded his face, though it was nothing compared to the pure anger behind Rin’s pummeling.

The two brothers clobbered at each other for minutes, growing wearier and sustaining more injuries. In a fit of desperation, Sae grunted and used his elbow to drive it into Rin’s throat.

An alarm blared. Earning him a foul.

Eyes watering and coughing like a chainsmoker, Rin bared his teeth, the hard padding of his glove battering his brother’s cheek in revenge.

Blood coated his teeth, tasting of grim defeat. Above him, Rin’s broad shoulders blocked out the light of the ring, drenching him in darkness.

Sae wanted to close his eyes and never wake up again.

“Give up, nii-chan.”

Rin’s harsh whisper was followed by a box in his ears. Sae’s head spun around as if he was in a washing machine. However, he could never concede to his otouto’s wishes. His pride would never let him.

A clumsy strike right into Rin’s parted mouth caused a satisfying crunch to reverberate across the ring. Rin cursed and was knocked onto his sides, both brothers springing up onto their feet, unable to stay down.

The two of them were now heavily injured and Sae couldn’t breathe without the feeling of knives dragging through his lungs. Rin was clutching his chest, drawing in ragged breaths and wincing at every one of them.

They grasped at each other’s shoulders for the final showdown, a brutal boast of each other’s raw strength. Sae locked his muscles and core in place, praying that Rin would accept defeat so he wouldn’t have to hurt his brother anymore.

Nii-chan, you’re so strong and fast! Rin’s child-like laughter rang in his head. When I grow up, I want to be just like you.

Nimbly, Sae untucked his arm, the force of his elbow in Rin’s stomach knocking him to the ground. One more strike across his younger brother’s face and the lights went out.

Rin stumbled backwards, swaying on his feet. Fear sparked through Sae’s chest, dark and primal. If Rin managed to overcome that shot, there was no telling what he needed to do to put his brother temporarily onto the ground. One split second of agony danced across for an eternity.

Then, Rin folded onto his knees, collapsing to the ground. The crowd went berserk, screaming and chanting his name. Sae tuned them all out, taking one wobbly step towards his younger brother. Rin’s face was pale, the blood flecking his chin standing out like a child’s clumsy red painting.

A trilling voice announced his name as the winner, but all Sae heard was static. Someone thumped his back and tried to get him to stand so he could accept the winning title but Sae refused to get back onto his feet.

He stared at his brother, trailing one swollen eye onto the lacerations he left behind.

Realising he was protesting the fight and refusing to accept his winning title, the organisers had no choice but to end it here and now before the crowd could get testy at the lack of the drama they were promised; demanding for a refund. Out of the corner of his eye, Sae noticed his blown up expression on the screen, grim and sober.

A far cry from a man who was supposed to act like he won the fight of his life.

They had made him hurt his only brother.

Medics arrived on the scene, lifting his unconscious brother onto a stretcher. They helped him off the ring, despite his body protesting from every move.

Once in the safe cocoon of the medical tent, he switched—needing to make sure his brother was still breathing. With his blurry attention trailed on Rin’s limp body, Sae croaked hoarsely to the closest nurse, “Make sure he’s safe.”

She gave him a reassuring smile, nodding. “We will do our best, Sae-san. You should rest.”

The second those trusting words left her lips, Sae fell into a heap onto the hard bed and closed his eyes.

Someone called his name, but he was already out cold.

The next morning, he woke up in a hospital.

Sae blinked, and groggily turned his head to the side, surveying this new space. It was an upscale suite, one of the better ones Oliver had gotten him. Presumably funded by your priceless investment.

His entire suite was empty, and there was no one waiting for him to gain consciousness.

He had no idea how long he spent staring at the ceiling. The sunlight outside his window shifted higher, the shadows crawling across the beige panels. After a few minutes of silence, the door slid open.

A kindly looking nurse stepped in, her wrinkles deepened by her sympathetic smile. “You’re finally awake, Sae-san. Welcome back.”

“How long was I out?” he cringed at the roughness in his voice. The nurse tutted and fixed him a glass of water with a straw. She pressed a button to elevate half of his bed, giving him enough height to sip on his water safely.

“About 12 hours. We had to give you some stitches and fix your fractured ribs. Your otouto has a hard hit.”

Sae took a deeper breath, wincing at the sting in his sides. “Hmm.” Surveying the room with a bored gaze, he sighed. “When can I go home?”

“Impatient to see the world, huh?” the nurse joked. “Well, if you can be good for us and finish your medication, we can release you tomorrow itself.”

She abandoned Sae to his thoughts, the door left open by a crack.

A flurry of movement caught his eye, and Sae’s attention was taken by a young woman who rushed through the hallway. His position in the suite gave him a prime view of the pure panic on her expression. Something about her was familiar.

“... Itoshi Rin… where is he?”

Her voice carried over past his little voyeuristic crack, and he watched, mute with conflicting emotions as his brother’s girlfriend gave a teary nod, dashing towards the direction the nurse pointed her to. Straight to his injured brother.

The quiet in his suite seemed exacerbated.

Sae exhaled, the muted pain in his ribs kicking up a notch. It was accompanied by a deadened hum where his heart used to beat valiantly. The strange emptiness in him yawned wider, waiting to clamp him between its jaws.

Would you have rushed towards his room with tears in your eyes like she did?

Sae stared at the ceiling, numb and silent.

He guessed he would never know the answer to that.

An hour later, the door slid open again. This time, it was Aiku who walked in, his expression pinched and worried.

“Oi, fuckhead. Good to see you’re still alive.”

Sae couldn’t stop a sliver of happiness blooming in his chest at the sight of his oldest friend. Oliver sauntered to the chair beside his bed, pulling his leather jacket tighter across his broad chest. “Nearly gave us all a heart attack with your little fainting spell. You okay?”

“Yeah,” he rasped in a low tone. “Can’t wait to leave.”

“Yeah. You and I both.”

“Is Rin…?” Sae hesitated for a split second. Oliver’s dual-toned eyes landed on him struggling to articulate. “Is he okay?”

Oliver’s expression softened. “Yeah. He’s in a room down the hall. Thankfully, nothing’s broken though he suffered a mild concussion. Both of you have thick skulls.”

Sae mustered a limp twitch of his lips. “And our money?”

At the mention of the financial compensation U20 would get after this historic fight, Oliver quietened.

“Oi.”

Prompted by Sae’s bored frustration, he sighed. “I’ll tell you tomorrow when you’re better.” He stood up before the other man could voice out his displeasure. “You shouldn’t be stressing too much about the money. Just rest well.”

Sae held his tongue from an insult when Oliver brushed him aside. If there was one thing he didn’t like, it was to be kept in the dark from results he worked hard to achieve. But, he had learned to trust Oliver over the years; the reality probably had nothing much to do with him, anyway.

At least, that’s what he told himself when he ingested the drowsy medication and nodded off into another long sleep.

The noise of twenty over boys yelling his name would never get old to Sae.

As soon as he entered the gym, limping slightly from his injuries, they exploded in expressive thanks and well-wishes, stars in their eyes at the sight of such a legendary fighter. Sae let them swarm towards him, giving his hand for them to shake and nodding at every gesture of gratitude.

“C’mon guys, let’s give him some space to breathe,” Oliver chided, and the boys reluctantly let them both retreat into their private office.

Inside, the AC was pleasantly cooling, and Sae sat on the small sofa by the door, wincing at his injuries.

“What I’d tell’ya? The boys are tossing in their names for the next big match” Oliver mumbled proudly. “They idolise you, Sae.” Those words would’ve once made him secretly elated. Now, they don’t hold much meaning.

Ever since the fight with Rin, Sae felt like his senses were dipped in cotton, clogging his ears and mind to any sort of stimulant from his old life which would’ve once given him meaning.

He went quiet, his eyes trailing to a modest bouquet on Oliver’s desk.

“Didn’t know your side pieces gave you flowers,” Sae stated bluntly, and if anyone would listen in closely, they could detect a note of bitterness in his tone. “Or, is one of them getting real desperate for you to settle down with her?”

Clocking his attention onto the flowers, Oliver snorted. “Oh, shit. Yeah. Those aren’t for me.” Sae never expected him to utter his next words. “It’s for you.”

Gingerly, he picked up the simple bouquet, fingering a small card attached to the base. Sae unfurled it, his heartbeat kicking up a notch when he read through the simple letter.

Dear Sae,

I have paid off the remaining investments to Oliver and gave 30% more than was stipulated. I hope you can finally live the life you deserve—one with no more fighting, food in your belly, and happiness. Good luck in your future efforts. I will always root for you.

— Y/N

Sae turned the card around, the written words bleeding into his mind.

“Aiku… how much did Y/N give us?” He cut right into the heart of the matter, and Oliver made a sound of surprise in the back of his throat.

“Eh, how’d you know she paid us?” Sae pinned him with a glacial stare that had the other man scrambling to answer. “¥42,665,900. Enough to—”

“Buy us out from the next season,” he breathed.

“Yes,” Oliver mumbled. “She’s been a wonderful investor. I think you really got us a good deal, Sae. I’m glad you managed to sway her decision.”

But, Sae didn’t hear him. His thoughts were on a loop, going from ‘she saved my life’ to ‘I need to speak to her’ over and over again till he felt like he could implode.

“When did she give this bouquet?” His voice was harsh and hoarser.

Oliver straightened. “Yesterday. When you were still in the hospital. Though I think she sent her assistant to give it to me. I thought it was just from one of your admirers.”

Sae’s quiet stretched out for what seemed like hours. Oliver watched, fixated, as his aquamarine eyes broke into wonder, regret, admiration and deep sorrow. Whatever was going on in Sae’s mind would be a mystery even to his close friend; that was how the oldest Itoshi brother worked. You would never know what was under the surface until it came to light.

And Oliver was incredibly confused when Sae’s next words breached through the usual iciness of his demeanour.

“I need to find her,” his feverish voice broke through the loaded silence with the weight of a bullet. Sae scrambled to his feet, ignoring his fractured rib to fix his wide eyes on an unmoving Aiku. “Need to apologise. Flowers. I think she loves flowers, I need—she saved me. She fucking saved me, Aiku.”

“What?” Oliver stood up, too, his expression incredulous. “Sae, what do you mean?”

“She saved me,” he muttered, a man on a mission as he scrambled for a piece of paper and pen to write down his request at the florist. “She bought our next year out for me. I need to go back to her. I need her. I need…” he trailed off, sounding like a lunatic who was hinging on his last thread of sanity.

That thread was to find you again so he could apologise; so he could crawl back to you and bask in your kindness and love once more. Sae loved you. He needed you more than you ever needed him. Sae loved you.

“Sae, wait—”

“Fuck—the florist down the street is closed today.”

“Itoshi—”

“Maybe Dinya’s is open—”

“Sae, stop.”

This call of his name wasn’t done in exasperation. Aiku sounded like he was about to recount someone’s obituary to him. Sae froze in his uncharacteristically frenzied panic, waiting for his friend to break the ice.

Unable to look him in the eye, Oliver hesitantly plucked a newspaper scrap from his stack and passed it to the underground fighter. Without a second thought, Sae grabbed it, quickly drinking in the headline.

The chambers in his heart suddenly constricted. Pain flooded through him, potent and poisonous, rooting him to the spot. His shoulders slumped forward in defeat.

He couldn’t stop scrawling his desperate teal gaze over and over the same headline, despite how its contents and devastating meaning never changed.

A legacy made! 1978’s League of Underground Fighting Champion’s daughter, L/N Y/N, is set to marry his old rival’s son.

The piece of paper crumpled in his fist. Sae’s unflinching gaze never left the ground, his pupils pinpricks.

“I’m sorry,” Oliver finally said, breaking the fractured silence. “I didn’t know you two were close… I thought you were just on casual terms with her. I didn’t know you loved her or else… I would’ve said something. But… but, she’s engaged, Sae.”

It couldn’t be. Don’t tell me it’s too late to win her back.

A million questions raced through his mind:

Were you engaged before you two met? Who was this man you were about to marry? Why didn’t you break this news to him? Were you happy? Did you want this?

Did he even mean anything to you in the first place?

His injuries and heartbreak were catching up to him, rendering him dizzy and mute with disbelief.

He had to leave; had to make it right by you.

Whatever Aiku expected him to do, it wasn’t this.

Without another word, Sae raced out of the gym and into his car, his heart in his throat. Oliver chased after him, calling out his name, but he didn’t turn around and respond.

The idea of you belonging to another man, wrapped in his arms, bearing his children, growing old with someone other than him…

He felt like he could throw up. Nausea skirted around the edges of his consciousness and he was sweating bullets.

A legacy made.

What is legacy compared to history? You both knew each other inside and out; Sae and you were a perfect fit. And he was sorry he never told you this on the day that he lost you.

You would be in your office today, and as he rushed down the familiar hallways he used to frequent when you were still his, Sae couldn’t help the lump forming in the back of his throat. He hadn’t meant the words he threw in your face. He was scared and angry and alone. Even if you wouldn’t see him again—and honestly, he understood why you wouldn’t—he had to let you know how sorry he was. If he could fix what was already broken.

He would pour molten golden repentance in between the cracks he caused on your surface, instilling your good faith back in him like how that same liquid made smashed cups and bowls whole and beautiful again. Sae would do it all for you.

“Sir—!”

He breezed past your wide-eyed assistant, going straight for your door.

“Y/N,” he knocked on the wooden surface urgently. “It’s me. Sae. Please open up. I need to tell you something.”

There was no answer.

“I’m sorry Itoshi-san, but you can’t come in here anymore,” the red-faced older woman tried to argue, positioning herself beside him like an annoying mosquito that wouldn’t stop buzzing in his ear. “Your access has been revoked. You have—”

“Shut up,” he snarled, startling both herself and him. He didn't have time to think through his horrendous manners, going back to pounding on your door, the hollowing desperation growing with every second of your stretched silence.

“Y/N. I’m sorry,” he pressed his face to the wood, hoping his muffled voice would reach your end. “I’m sorry I said those things to you. I was… I was scared. I’m sorry. Can we please talk—?”

A lunatic. People would talk and call him a goddamn lunatic. But, Sae had no shred of logic left in him. For the first time in his life, he let his heart win over—and what his heart wanted was you.

“Y/N—”

Two strong pairs of arms hauled him from your door, your pesky secretary lingering fearfully by the doorway. Outside, a group of workers were gathered, watching the spectacle unfold. Humiliation should’ve been curdling down his spine, but Sae was helpless to not let it consume him. Sounds of phone calls and beeps went unanswered, the air saturated with his hoarse cries.

“Y/N! Just let me explain myself—”

The burly guards jerked him back when he tried to lunge towards your door, nearly popping his arm sockets out. His cracked rib protested and he cried out in pain.

“Careful!” your secretary cried in her high, reedy voice. “Miss Y/N said he’s injured after his fight—don’t hurt him!”

If he was in his right mind, Sae would seethe at your unfairness. How you wanted to not hurt him when you were doing the very thing that was breaking his heart.

But, his rationale was a million miles away, and he was stuck on a desperate loop of trying not to break down and wail for you. Aiku would have a fit if he saw him like this. His teammates would think he had lost his mind.

They threw him out into the street unceremoniously. Sae wrapped one arm around his torso and struggled to get back onto his feet, his instinct to never stay down pushing him up to try again.

He took one step forward, and the door to your office entrance slammed shut. People were stopping to stare, muttering behind their palms when they noticed a dishevelled man with his shirt untucked, shaking from head to toe.

He had no idea why he stood in front of the closed door, staring at his own reflection gazing hauntedly back at him. Eventually, something snapped in him, and Sae turned on his heel, racing as fast as his feet could take him back to his car. It was parked recklessly and he had gotten a ticket tacked to his window, the fucking cherry on top of this vile day.

It took all of his strength not to ram his car into a pole or drive off like a hellion. He took a few breaths, hoping no one would force him out of this yellow box and back to the road; praying for a moment of silence. Mourning for the blooming love he had destroyed with his bare hands and venomous words.

Sae didn’t know what was worse.

Finding out that you had moved on quickly without him… or, realising he never meant anything to you in the first place.

He couldn’t find an answer right here or now.

So, he picked up the remnants of his dignity and composure and drove off before your gossiping employees could pick apart the fact that he shamelessly waited right in front of your door for minutes on end; hoping it would open.

It was enough humiliation and heartbreak for the day.

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