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silentglassbreak · 4 months ago

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if you’re still taking and writing delulu fantasies could i please request one where you meet noah (say you know people working in the scene so you meet them backstage after a show when your friends invite you to spend time with them?).

you’re used to meeting band dudes so it’s nothing but noah tries to appear chill in his pursuit of you. you think he’s cute so you go with it but the most awkward flirtation and cringy smut ensues. (my kink’s an embarrassed noah 😌) thank you so much! <3

Cringey, embarrassed smut? That’s a first for me, and I’m kind of excited LOL. Hopefully this is what you’re looking for!

After Writing Notes: Yaknow, every time I start one of these things, I tell myself I'm going to make it shorter...Anyway, here's 9000 words. Hope you enjoy! Also, huge shoutout to @notyourmomsromancenovel for helping me come up with ideas for cringey smut.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: injury, fainting, smut (in the goofiest way ever)

Beautiful Mistakes

When you pictured Noah Sebastian - front man and lead vocalist in the viral metal-core band Bad Omens - you pictured something way different.

You had been following the band’s work for a while and, like everyone else, had noticed the immediate shift in their persona and presence. You had been a softcore fan of theirs since 2018, and spent many nights on Twitch, playing Elden Ring and listening to his streams as background noise. Sometimes you had been one of the only people in the chat, listening to him produce his beats or record rough vocals. Other times, you sat and chatted with him while he idly played guitar.

Once the pandemic hit full force, there were plenty of nights you sat and talked to Noah, watching the hilarity that ensued. Cat-eared headset on and music playing, Noah would stare at his screen, munching on the Body of Christ and making ridiculous noises.

“Where are my regulars? I need someone to talk to!”

/CrossContaminate/: I’m right here, calm down.

“Hey! Cross is here! I haven’t seen you in a while.”

/CrossContaminate/: I have a job, Noah. You wouldn’t know about that. 😝

“Woooooow…” He pressed a hand to his chest and stared straight into the camera. “That one stung, girl.”

/CrossContaminate/: How do you know I’m a girl? I could be a 50 year old dude, yaknow.

He raised his eyebrows at that. “You’ve got a point. Maybe you should come on video chat with all of us so we can be sure.” He lowered his glasses down on his nose and looked dead into the camera. “For my own safety, of course.”

You cackled loudly at this, typing out your response.

/CrossContaminate/: Nah, I don’t vid chat. You’ll just have to take my word for it.

He rolled his eyes, and smirked. “Same old Cross, I see.”

Noah tried to get you to join video chat regularly often over the years. He had DM'ed you a few times when he saw you were online, wanting to voice call or join a Discord with him, to which you always declined.

You didn’t have a hard and fast rule against chatting online with people via voice or video, you just didn’t do it. Your life was busy and hectic. You didn’t have a ton of time to yourself, so the nights where you got to sit and just not exist in the real world, and only online, it was nice to just remain anonymous.

You had stumbled across Noah’s Twitch by accident once, when looking for something different. His face captured you, however, and once you clicked into it, you were hooked. It wasn’t so much because he was good looking - he was definitely a cutie - but he looked ridiculous.

His hair was long and haphazard. He was wearing an oversized hoodie, drinking cheap wine straight from the bottle, and he was wearing huge bottle cap sunglasses. It was, by far, the goofiest thing you had seen in a long time. He was playing Dead Space, and would jump at the smallest noises, nearly screaming anytime a monster popped into the frame.

But, as all things, time moved on, and he changed. Once the pandemic was waning down, he had began preparing for the release of his next album. The streams became less frequent, and he put his account on a permanent hiatus.

It was a bummer, so you couldn’t help but try keeping track of him on socials. He was decently active on Twitter and Instagram, but even that began to slow down. He had enough followers that your personal account went unnoticed by him.

Aside from his online presence, his appearance also changed pretty dramatically in a very short time. He cut all of his hair off, which, to be entirely honest, broke your heart some. You had always loved the innocence he seemed to maintain by having the long hair. It hurt your feelings to see it go, but you had to admit, the short hair was something else entirely.

Before, Noah typically stuck to regular t-shirts and jeans, simple and timeless rock and roll fashion. Once they started touring for TDOPOM album, you noticed the dramatic change in their stage presence. Ski masks, all black clothing, track pants, and heavy coats. Noah usually ended the set in a black wife-beater top, and you noticed the other change.

He was fucking stacked, now. Noah had always been skinny and long - like a toothpick. Not anymore. His shoulders had broadened, his neck was thicker, and his arms were defined and muscular. That was a change you didn’t mind at all.

What happened? Was second puberty a thing? Because you swore that could be the only explanation for such a drastic difference in Noah in such a short time period.

Although you watched the band from afar, you never had made any time to go see them live, always working anymore. That sucked, because even if you had, it’s not like you’d be able to see him. He was too big of a celebrity now, and you were far from. He likely wouldn’t even remember you, so you never bothered.

As silly as it sounded, it almost hurt your feelings the same as watching an old friend change and grow apart from you over time, even though that wasn’t exactly the case here.

Although, you rationalized that you and him did speak nearly every day for almost two whole years - so it wasn’t that silly, was it?

So you were absolutely floored when your best friend called you, random Friday evening, and asked you for a favor.

“I booked a gig for tomorrow, and I know it’s last minute, but the guy who was supposed to be helping ate some bad sushi or something, and I could desperately use a hand.”

You groaned, rolling your eyes, trying not to be too loud in the Target checkout line.

“It’s my only day off, Iz.”

She huffed. “I know, I know, but I promise it pays really well!”

You growled into the receiver. “Dude, I just did a gig last night, and I have another to do tonight!”

“It’s only four hours! And it pays twelve hundred.”

You were ready to protest, but stopped. “Total?”

“A piece.”

“Fuck, dude. That’s more than double what a normal gig that long pays.”

“I know, that’s why I’m saying, worth the exhaustion.”

You finished scanning your items, pulling your card out to pay. “That kind of money, probably a big band. Who is it?”

“Bad Omens, have you heard of them?”

You stopped, eyes snapping up and fingers stalling at the card reader. “No shit, huh?”

“So, you have heard of them?”

You grabbed your bag, making your way outside. “Yeah, actually. Remember that guy on Twitch I used to talk to?”

“Noah?” It took her a second to put the pieces together, so you stayed silent while she did. “Oh, Noah! As in Noah Sebastian!”

“Bingo.”

“Well shit! Maybe he remembers you!”

You shook your head, taking a long gulp of your iced coffee. “Mm-mm,” You set the drink down. “he never saw my face or heard my voice. Didn’t even know my real name.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. Only knew me by my tag. He called me ‘Cross’ for short.”

“Ah, okay, so he’ll have no idea who you are!” She laughed at this.

You switched the call to your Bluetooth and sighed. “I guess, since you asked so fucking nicely and I need to pay my rent, I will agree to do the gig with you.”

She squeaked in appreciation. “You’re saving my ass, dude.”

You shrugged. “Pick me up at least two hours before. We need time to prepare.”

“Noon, then?”

“I’ll be ready.”

You and Isobel were known, by the official term in the industry, as Venue Assistants. You were independent contractors who were recommended to acts by the venues, and hired by those bands for specific occasions to help ensure a smooth, easy show. This could mean anything from stocking the green room, switching out instruments, helping with outfit changes, grabbing anything the artists needed. It was an exhausting job, and you had been doing it for about five years now. As tiring as it was, it paid well, and it was a lot of fun. You had the opportunity to meet some of the best bands in the industry - and some of the worst. You had more stories to tell than anyone, and you wouldn’t change careers if you were paid to.

At the venue the following day, you had received word from the stage director that the band was running behind, and they needed you both to grab food and coffees for all of them. Typically, you’d roll your eyes at this, but you didn’t immediately, as you knew life happened, and it could’ve happened for a lot of reasons. You had gone and grabbed the guys their Chinese food while Iz picked up the Starbucks order, and arrived back at the theater just before the band did.

They came in, all looking rather tired and irritated. Noah was the last to enter, baseball hat on his head and wearing basketball shorts under his large hoodie.

“All I’m saying is, I don’t know how you had no idea the window would break.” The man who you recognized to be Jolly was still lecturing Noah as they came in, dropping their bags down.

You and Isobel were in the back of the room, speaking with the crew who were preparing to bring in the instruments and equipment. You planned to help unload it all, so you were listening to the stage director instruct them on where to place everything.

“It was a stress ball! Why would I think it would break the window?!”

“Because it was hard?” Folio piped up as he sat down, tearing into the food.

“Look, it’s not a huge deal. Safelite said they can have it fixed before tomorrow. It’ll be fine!”

You shook your head, sincerely wondering what the hell they were talking about. Your attention, however, was pulled back to Isobel. You followed her out to the truck where the loading ramp was being pulled down.

“You going to talk to him?” She asked as she began pulling a mic stand out. You grabbed one of the smaller amps, and followed her back to the delivery door.

“Probably not. We’ve got a lot to do.”

“I mean,” She set the stand down and looked over to where the band sat, apparently still arguing amongst themselves, and looked back at you. “you could go talk to him now? I can unload this with the guys.”

“I need to earn my paycheck too, Iz.”

“Why don’t you want to talk to him?”

You stopped walking away, turning to look at her. “I never said that.”

“So go talk to him? He’s just a guy.”

You sighed, narrowing your eyes at her. “Fine, I will.”

Stomping back toward the couches of the green room, you heard her laugh behind you. It wasn’t any big deal, you didn’t see why she was bugging you about this. You inhaled a big breath, and walked straight up to the group, noticing they were all now sat and eating.

“Hey guys.” You waved a hand at them. “I don’t mean to bug you while you’re eating. I just wanted to introduce myself. I’ll be one of your VA’s for the evening. If you need anything at all, or have any preferences I should be aware of, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

They all set their food down and stood, pushing their hands out for you to shake. You took each one gracefully, hearing them tell you their names, which you already knew.

The last to introduce himself was Noah, who, while leaning over the table to take your grasp, knocked a bottle of soy sauce down, causing you to jump back. It was too late, and your dark blue jeans had black splatter on them.

“Fuck! I’m so sorry!”

You grabbed a napkin and patted at the spots quickly, waving. “No, it’s okay. It shouldn’t stain.” Hopefully.

Nicholas grabbed a roll of paper towels from the back table and cleaned it up quickly, smiling sheepishly at you. “You’ll have to excuse Noah. He’s as clumsy as they come.”

Noah smacked a hand at his shoulder. “Not true, dick.” He looked back up at you apologetically. “Again, I’m so sorry.”

Moving around the table to approach him, you took his hand. “It’s really no problem.”

“I didn’t catch your name?” You gave it to him, and he smiled brightly at you. “That’s different?”

Smirking, you nodded. “It is. You can just call me Cross.”

For a second, you weren’t sure he was going to get it. His hand continued shaking yours for an unnecessarily long time while his brow furrowed, staring at you. After a moment, he cocked his head to the side.

“Cross…” He strung the word out on his tongue. “As in…” You could actually see the light bulb go off behind his eyes, and they popped open wide.

“Oh shit!” His hand let go of yours, and suddenly he was grabbing you by the forearms, startling you a bit. “No fucking way!”

He was smiling way bigger than you expected, but in that smile, you saw that same goofy guy that used to sit with you for hours, chatting online and dicking around.

“I wasn’t sure you’d remember.” You grinned back at him, trying to push down the little bit of butterflies that started trying to scoot their way into your chest.

You noticed how his face fell just slightly when you said it, likely remembering quite how long it had been. “Of course I remember.” His voice was even, but he still looked enthused.

“Well, it’s good to finally meet you.”

He looked up and down at you, taking a step back for effect. “Yeah, same here. I guess you aren’t a fifty year old dude after all.”

Your face flushed at that, and you shook your head. “Nope. Sorry to disappoint.”

“Care to introduce?” Jolly stood behind you, and you turned to see him stand with a raised eyebrow.

Noah took the initiative to push you slightly toward the rest of the band.

“You guys remember when I used to stream all the time? And I had that one chick who used to join every day and chat with me for hours? She was the one who used to tell people I was a Billie Eilish fan page.” He looked down at you with an eyebrow raised, and you broke out in hard laughter.

“Well, you practically were, Noah!”

He shook his head, turning to tower over you. “I was not! I just like her music!”

Folio stood up, smiling wide. “Oh, dude I remember that! Didn’t she hack into your account and change your profile photo and everything?”

Noah glared down at you, which caused a whole new fit of giggles to erupt.

“What?! It got you more subs!”

He rolled his eyes and pulled your arm, moving you to sit on the couch next to him.

“How have you been?” He shoved a mouthful of chow mein and spoke around his food. “I know it’s been a while, I’m sorry.”

You just shook your head. “No need to apologize. You’ve been busy.”

He beamed at that. “Have you heard the new album?”

“I have. It’s really great.”

“You think? I appreciate that.”

You sat back, watching how he inhaled the food in front of him. “Also, I’ve been good. Also keeping busy.”

Wiping his mouth on a napkin, he nodded. “This is what you do? Full time?”

“Yeah, been doing it a while. I like it.”

He leaned back also, arms falling into his lap. The other guys had began to disperse, heading to different parts of the building to begin their preparations.

"That's cool."

The conversation fell silent between you both, and you cleared your throat. "Well, it's really good to see you, Noah."

He affirmed with a nod, chewing on his lip. "I feel bad for not keeping in touch."

"Oh stop. You had no way to reach me other than Twitch."

"That's true. I don't have social media anymore, either." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Yeah, I saw that."

The quiet was strange and uncomfortable, and you decided not to stall your job any longer. "Well, I'd better get back to work."

He stood too, bumping into your shoulder as he did, nearly knocking you back into the couch. Instantly, his hand reached out to grab you.

"Shit!" He exclaimed, and in his attempt to hook your arm, his hand missed, and grabbed a full hand of your right breast.

A sharp gasp tumbled out of you, and he pulled his hand back with haste, causing you to lose your balance again, and fall backward, the back of your head smacking the arm of the couch.

"Damn it!" He crouched down to grab you, but your hand came up in front of you.

"Uhm," You squeezed your eyes closed, clearing the spots that formed in your vision. "I got it."

Sitting up, you rubbed at the back of your head. He sat down again, keeping about a foot of distance between you.

"I'm so fucking sorry."

Your eyes opened, seeing the look of absolute shame and guilt painted on his face. It was comical.

What a fucking doofus.

"Noah," You turned your head back and forth to assess if your neck was injured. It wasn't. "I think your clumsiness is spreading."

His face fell in his hands. "I'm so sorry." He apologized again, groaning loudly. "I don't know what's wrong with me today!"

"Everyone has off days." You assured, taking a moment before you stood back up.

"Not like today. I broke a window in the tour bus this morning, that's why we were late."

Your mouth fell open. "You broke the window?"

"I didn't mean to! I had one of those squishy stress-ball things? It was real firm, cause it was new. So I was trying to soften it up by squeezing it, and I thought, maybe if I bounced it a few times, it would get softer..."

Your eyebrows shot up in disbelief. "You didn't..."

"I just tossed it gently and the fucking thing broke a hole clean out of the window!"

Maybe it was the near-concussion or the obscenity of it all, but a guttural laughter came out of you, making you fall back onto the couch clutching your sides.

"It's not funny!" Noah tried to argue, but ended up laughing with you, his bravado deflating.

"Ah, Noah," You wiped the tears spilling from your eyes. "you really haven't changed."

After your unfortunate accident earlier, Noah had insisted on exchanging numbers with you, so he could check in and make sure you were okay throughout the night. This was after he failed to convince you to go get checked out at an ER, and swore him to not tell anyone what happened. The last thing you needed was an incident in the workplace.

Noah was half an hour from going onstage, and you were on the side stage, checking the battery level of all of the microphones. Your phone buzzed in your back pocket and you rolled your eyes. It had been nearly constant for the last three hours.

Noah: Checking in. How's the head?

You sighed, typing a quick response.

You: Same as it was twenty minutes ago - normal.

Noah: Any pain?

You: No.

That wasn't entirely true. You had a dull throbbing at the base of your skull, but you were doing a great job of ignoring it.

Noah: Okay. Where are you?

You: Stage left. I'm covering you and Folio tonight, so I'm checking the mics and making sure all your stuff is ready.

Noah: Cool. Need any help?

You: Shouldn't you be getting ready?

Noah: Yeah, probably.

You snickered, staring at your screen before sending the next message.

You: If I didn't know better, I'd think you concussed me just to ask me for my number.

It was stupid, but you couldn't help but fuck with him a little bit. His response came quickly.

Noah: Maybe I did. ;P

You scowled down at the phone. What the hell?

His type bubble appeared quickly, another message coming in.

Noah: Wait, that sounded creepy. I'm kidding, I swear.

You: Suuuuuuure

He read that message, but didn't respond. You had definitely caught him a little off-guard and it made you laugh. You stared down at the winking face emoji, and it dawned on you that he was flirting with you. You visibly shivered, somewhat stunned.

Noah Sebastian was tall, dark, and sexy in almost every video and interview you had watched of him since he went dark over a year ago...but inside, it appeared he was still just as dorky and uncoordinated as you always knew him to be. You didn't realize it was quite this bad, however.

And not only was he clumsy, he was bad at flirting too...

You shook off the feeling, trying your hardest not to smile at the thought. Despite the ickiness of it all, you were flattered. He may be kind of Scooby-Doo-ish, but he was handsome, and talented. He also had a soft, deep side of him that you had the pleasure of seeing on more than one occasion.

Maybe he was just nervous? Maybe you could just go with it and see how it turned out?

You resolved to push it to the back of your mind for the time being, placing yourself back into your professional work mindset as the show began.

Noah was entirely different on stage, completely in control and flowing effortlessly through the songs. He looked like an entirely different person out there. He would pop back to the sides here and there to get some water, switch out his mic, or wipe the sweat from his face. Each time, he'd give you a look of concern, and ask about your head again. You would just shush him and push him back out onto the stage.

You were also covering Folio, who was up on the riser, beating away at his drum set. The stairs you had to climb were tall, and after the third trip up here, you felt the room tilt like it was turning on it's side. You held the railing, catching Folio's eye as the darkened room began lighting up again.

He mouthed at you a quick 'You good?' and you just nodded, throwing him a thumbs up, and heading back down the stairs. Noah was stood, gulping his water, and staring at you.

"I saw that. What's wrong?"

You shook your head. "Nothing, go, the next song is starting."

He pressed a hand into your shoulder, now looking much more stern than worried. "I don't care. Are you okay?"

Still trying to brush it off, you grabbed hold of his arm, trying to push him away. It didn't occur to you that it was also instinctive, as your feet were starting to feel a little numb. "Noah, you don't have time for this."

He stood square in front of you, eyebrows raised and arms crossed over his chest.

"Are. You. Okay?" He enunciated each word, but he suddenly started to look so much taller than he did a second ago. And when did he become so fuzzy?

Your hand squeezed where it was hooked onto his bicep in an attempt to stop the inevitable, but, unfortunately, before he could manage to reach for you, the room went dark.

Your eyes cracked open, a harsh light shining in them, and you squinted against it.

"Hey, you with us?" A blonde man you didn't recognize stared down at you, a stethoscope around his neck and gloves on his hands.

A paramedic. Amazing.

When you looked around, you realized you were on a gurney, sitting in the back of an ambulance with the doors open, in the parking lot of the venue. It was the paramedic that was on call at the theater that night.

"Ugh, no fucking way." You tried to sit up, but a hand pressed onto your shoulder. You shifted your eyes to see Isobel sitting on the bench next to the stretcher. "Iz? What happened?"

The EMT spoke for her, putting his light back in his shirt pocket, and began moving his fingers back and forth in front of your face for you to follow.

"Well, you passed out, and cracked your head on the floor pretty good." You squeezed your eyes closed in frustration. "Big guy in there told us you hit your head earlier, too? That's probably what caused you to faint."

Yeah. Big, dumb, gargantuan guy.

"My head hurts." You winced as the medic turned your neck, checking your range of motion.

"I'm sure it does. You're all intact, it appears, but given that this was the second impact today, I strongly suggest going to the ER to get a scan."

You rolled your eyes, trying again to sit up. "I don't think-"

Isobel cut you off. "We're going."

The EMT nodded, and reached to begin shutting the doors. Admitting defeat, you carefully laid your head back down. The vehicle started moving and you let out a hard breath.

"We're so not getting paid for tonight."

Iz laughed, shaking her head. "I think it'll be fine. Noah was in a near panic attack when he moved you to the couch. Kept saying it was all his fault."

You snickered. "Kind of is."

"He wanted to cancel the rest of the show, but I told him you'd have a full stroke if he did that because of you."

Your eyes popped open, and you tried to sit up. "He didn't do that, did he?!"

The EMT pressed you back down. "Easy, easy."

Isobel patted your shoulder. "No, he didn't."

You melted back onto the bed. "Oh thank fuck for that."

The ride to the Emergency Room was short, and the nurses made quick work of getting you into a rollable bed and carting you off to get a CT scan of your head and neck. That was mundane, but they had given you something decent for the pain, so it wasn't so bad. You hummed to yourself as you were rolled back to your room, and Isobel was missing. You whipped your head around, looking to see if she was anywhere to be found, but a voice came from the opposite side.

"She went to get a snack."

Noah stood by the doorway, hands in the pockets of his cargo pants, white t-shirt on, and a beanie over his hair. He had cleaned up since the show, you could tell.

"The show is over already?"

He huffed out a laugh, stepping over to the end of your bed. "Yeah, for a little while now. You've been at the hospital for two hours."

You raised your eyebrows, but it didn't phase you too much. "Time flies when you're on morphine, I suppose."

His hands gripped the rails at the end of the bed. "How you doing?"

You nodded, sinking against the mattress. "I mean, I've been better, but I've been worse."

He lifted an eyebrow at you, and moved to perch himself on the very edge of the end of the bed. "Yeah? That's...better than nothing?"

You nodded, looking him up and down. He looked more like himself in this outfit, and you liked it. It felt more genuine.

"How did the rest of the show go?"

He shrugged his shoulders, hands still in his pockets. "Good, I guess. I was stressed, so I felt like I kind of rushed through it."

You brought your arms up behind your head, getting comfortable. "You shouldn't have. I'm good."

Noah deadpanned at you. "Obviously you weren't. You should've gone to the hospital earlier."

You scoffed. "Oh well. Doesn't matter now."

He was leaned over, his shoulder pulled in and he looked nervous.

"What's wrong?"

"What?" He looked bewildered.

"You look upset or something?"

He snickered, readjusting his feet on the floor. "Well, I gave you a concussion, couldn't convince you to get checked out and agreed not to tell anyone, which led to you getting an even worse concussion, and you're now potentially bleeding into your brain... That's probably got something to do with it."

You waved a hand at him. "Details. It's not a big deal."

He shook his head, looking at the wall adjacent from him and not at you. "This is not how I pictured us getting to meet."

This interested you, so you probed. "You pictured us meeting?"

He smirked. "We talked for a couple years, Cross. Of course I did."

"And how was that supposed to go?" High or not, you were curious.

He chuckled, still not looking at you. "Not like this."

You rolled your eyes. "Well, duh. But what did you expect?"

"I don't know. Something normal? Hanging at a movie or getting food? Like normal people?"

You cackled. "Well, you're not normal, Noah."

"Clearly." He said through grit teeth.

Leaning back again, you relaxed, and pursed your lips. "Were you trying to flirt with me earlier?"

You could tell this caught him by surprise, as he began looking nervous again. "What do you mean?"

"Well, either your were trying to flirt, or you actually gave me a concussion just to get my phone number."

He bit back a laugh, looking at you sheepishly. "Yeah, no that wasn't on purpose. Just a bad joke."

"Well, you could've just asked for my number, is all I'm saying."

He shook with soft laughter. "Noted." He stood then, turning toward the doorway where Isobel could be seen coming down the hallway. "Well, I mostly wanted to make sure you were okay. I should go."

Something about that didn't feel right to you, and you sat up a little quickly, your brain sloshing slightly in your skull, but you ignored it.

"You're leaving?" In your inebriated mind, you pictured yourself looking silly and desperate, but your logic knew that likely was just the drugs talking.

“Yeah, well, you don’t need a disaster magnet hanging around.” He said looking timid.

Isobel had joined you back in the bedroom, and was turning to look between the both of you.

“Everything okay?” She stared at Noah, and he reached a hand to palm the back of his neck.

“Yeah, I was just getting ready to head out.”

Your mouth moved before you could stop it. “No he wasn’t.”

Both of their heads snapped to look up at you, and he looked so puzzled. “No?”

You shook your head, soft smile adorning your face. “No, not unless you have somewhere to be.”

Isobel picked up on the tension in the room and made a show to look at her smart watch.

“Oh damn, look at that, I’m getting a call. Be right back.”

She slipped from the room and Noah focused his stare back on you.

“You want me to stay?”

You nodded, crossing your legs in front of you and sitting straight.

“That could be hazardous, you know?” He joked, but rounded back around by the bed, sitting a little closer to you on the edge.

“I don’t care.”

It took what felt like forever for the doctor to finally enter the room, interrupting yours and Noah’s game of hot hands you were playing while Iz sat in a chair on the side, chatting idly about the next gig she had booked for Motionless in White.

“Ah, I see your coordination is no issue.” The doctor spoke right as your hand came down to slap the back of Noah’s hard, forcing him to pull away hastily and hiss in pain.

You giggled, and turned to face the physician. “How’s my head?” He looked down at his paperwork, nodding in approval. Noah moved off the bed so the doctor could come around and shine a light at your eyes for the hundredth time.

“Looks good. No bleeds, no fractures. You shouldn’t have any lasting side effects aside from some headaches for a few days.” You smiled and glanced at Noah, seeing the physical relief he breathed out.

“You need to follow up with a neurologist in one week, and you need to stay in bed for at least five days.”

You grunted in disapproval. “That sucks.”

He sucked his teeth. “I know, but it’s just a precaution. Do you live with someone? Parents? Roommate? Boyfriend?”

If Noah were a dog, his ears would have been perking at that last word.

You shook your head. “Just me.”

He shrugged. “I don’t like the idea of you being alone. Can you stay with someone until you can go to the neurologist?”

I sunk down. “Not really? I have a cat that needs to be looked after.”

“I can come stay with you.” Isobel spoke up from her side of the bed, and I smiled at her appreciatively.

“Okay, good. I think I can get you out of here, then. No blood thinners for a few days, just Tylenol for pain. You experience any odd symptoms or pain that’s unbearable, you come straight back, yes?”

You nodded, and he smiled.

“Great, I’ll put in for the discharge.”

You turned to look at her, reaching out for her to take your hand. “You didn’t have to do that, Iz.”

She smirked. “Someone has to.”

You laughed. “Yeah, I guess so.”

“Can we just stop by my place? I’ve got a couple things I need to do, it’ll take a couple hours, probably. Or I can drop you off and head back over?”

“She shouldn’t be alone, though, right?” Noah piped up from where he stood on the opposing side of the bed.

You sighed. “I’m so tired though. I want to go home and get in my sweats.”

He pursed his lips, mind working while looking at your face, before glancing back up to Isobel.

“Why don’t I take her home, and I can hang with her till you get there? That way you can do what you need to, but she can go home and get comfortable?”

Isobel eyed you, wanting to hear your thoughts on it before she answered. You just shrugged in response, and she slowly tore her eyes off of you to look back at Noah.

“Alright, but be careful driving her home.” She smiled in a patronizing fashion. “You can understand my hesitation after today.”

He clenched his jaw, knowing exactly what she meant, and looked back down at you. You felt your cheeks heat up under his gaze.

His eyes fell back to Iz, that sternness returning in his tone.

“I‘ll be careful.”

The drive back to your apartment was silent, the air hanging with uncertainty. The only sound above the whir of the motor was you giving directions to your place, and Noah humming his understanding.

It took until you were over halfway there for him to look at you, eyes looking sad.

“Feel like the morphine’s wearing off?”

You were rubbing at your temples, and you snorted. “How could you tell?”

He smirked. “I’m so sorry.”

You groaned. “Noah, if you apologize one more time, I’m going to slap you.”

He sucked his lips in and looked back out the windshield.

“It wasn’t your fault, it happens.”

His knuckles flexed on the steering wheel and he inhaled a long breath. "It's actually, technically, one hundred percent my fault." He admitted, gritting his teeth.

He pulled into the parking lot of your apartment complex, and his vehicle came to a stop just outside of your building.

"I don't suppose you live on the first floor?" He chanced, but you shook your head.

"Third." He looked like he was about to start stressing, but you smiled. "There's an elevator."

This made him relax back in his seat before he stepped out, moving quickly to your side and letting you out.

He carried your bag and sweater in his arms as you led up to the elevator, and down the hall to your small one-bedroom apartment. Once inside, your white, short-haired cat bound up to you both, meowing with fervor.

Noah looked down at her, and back up to you. You reached down and scooped up her small body with one hand, holding her to your chest.

"Noah, this is Narcissa."

He smiled, petting her head with one finger, which she accepted graciously.

"She's probably starving, I'd better feed her." Before you could move toward the kitchen, he put a hand on your arm.

"Let me. Where's her food?"

You pointed him in the right direction, taking the moment to head into your bedroom, kicking your shoes off and reaching for a t-shirt from the closet and a pair of shorts from the drawer of your long dresser. He appeared in the doorway right after you had slipped the shirt over your head, and he leaned against the frame.

"She's fed. Anything I can get you?"

You panned around the room, thinking for a moment. "I've got some chips and salsa in the kitchen. Chips in the pantry and salsa in the fridge. Want to grab it and meet me in the living room?"

He nodded, heading to complete his task. You padded over to the couch, dropping down onto the soft cushions, and pulled your sofa blanket over you. He joined you after a moment, setting the food on the coffee table, your phone next to it.

"Thought you'd want that."

He sat and watched the television as you flipped through Hulu, looking for something to watch. You could feel how uncomfortable he was, trying so hard to keep a wide distance from you, likely so as not to hurt you.

"Noah?"

He looked over, eyebrows raised. "Hmm?"

You made a show of relaxing back on the couch, and motioned for him to do the same. "Take a breath. I'm fine."

He tried, leaning back and exhaling loudly. "You okay with Evil Dead? It's one of my favorites."

"Sure. I've seen it a couple times."

You sat back, now munching on some chips, and offered him the bag. He grabbed some, crunching on them loudly.

The movie played, but you could feel how, as he finally did begin to relax, he was moving somewhat closer to you. It was fascinating. He wasn't doing it on purpose, it was almost as if he was a magnet, and you were the pole it attached to.

"Can I ask you a question?" He looked over at you, listening. "Why did you go dark?"

You could see he was baffled by the so off-topic ask, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts.

"Uh," He looked back at you. "A lot of reasons, really."

"Mm." You nodded, setting the chips back on the table. "Why did you go dark on me?"

This caught his complete attention, and his body turned to face you. "What?"

"You didn't even say bye or anything. You just...stopped coming online. And I had no way to reach out."

He furrowed his brow. "I'm a little surprised you wanted to, Cross."

"Why?"

He made a noise that sounded nearly annoyed. "Well, you never wanted to talk on a call. You never showed your face. You wouldn't even tell me your real name."

Guilt sunk in to your gut, reminding you that he was absolutely right.

"I just figured you weren't interested in maintaining the friendship beyond what it was, so I didn't think about it."

You nodded, understanding. There was nothing wrong with it, but it still sort of hurt your feelings.

"I get it. I was just curious."

"Why didn't you ever reach out?"

You opened your mouth to respond, but had to stop, because you realized...you didn't know. There wasn't a clear, concise reason why. Maybe you liked the idea of Noah being just an idea? A friend? Someone who didn't know you, and all that came with? Maybe it made it easier to feel safe talking to him?

He noticed you were uncomfortable with the conversation, and waved it off. "It doesn't matter now."

You had to agree with that. It wasn't going to change anything.

"Well, let's just watch the movie and you can rest."

You leaned back on the couch, and it wasn't lost on you that Noah was slowly scooting closer still, only now, you were pretty sure he was doing it on purpose. The room felt warm, and you adjusted under the blanket to kick a leg out, it being pressed against his. His eyes darted down to where you had touched him, and back up to your face. You kept your eyes straight ahead, smirking at the situation.

He leaned forward, pulling his beanie off and running his hand through his hair. "Is it warm in here?"

You smiled, just dropping your shoulders. He leaned back, and tried so desperately to smoothly slip an arm on the back of the couch, stretching at the same time.

He wasn't actually doing this, was he?

He was adorable, despite how absolutely ridiculous he was. He was nervous, and you knew that, but you worked overtime to hide your amusement, just shifting so you were pressed into his side.

His hand hesitated on the back of the couch, twitching as if he wanted to just wrap it around your shoulders, your head now resting on his chest.

You sighed loudly. "Noah, just put your arm around me."

"Yup." He gripped you, and adjusted to curl into him closer, leg falling over his. You giggled at him, and he pressed his face into the top of your head, embarrassed. "Clearly, I'm not good at this."

The movie played on, and at the scarier parts, you gripped his shirt tightly. You weren't very spooked, but it was what you did when snuggling on the couch with a cute boy, so you just went with it.

"Cross?" His voice was small, and you pressed in closer to hear him better.

"Hmm?"

"I really want to kiss you, but I'm kind of," He cleared his throat. "afraid?"

You scrunched up your nose and lifted your face to look at him. "Afraid?" His eyes were so big and doe-like, it pulled at something in your chest.

"Yeah, after all that's happened today? What if I miss and...I don't know...break your nose, or something?"

It took a second, but your face broke out in a large grin and you started laughing like a hyena. It was so absurd.

"What?!"

You had to take a breath, the ache in your head beginning to throb a little harder with your labored breathing. "I'm sorry!" You squeaked out, trying to contain yourself.

"Is it that hard to believe?"

You shook your head. "It's not." You could barely hold the giggles in. "That's why it's so funny."

He narrowed his eyes, pulling his arm from where it was wrapped around your back, but you pushed in closer, finally halting your laughing and looked at him.

"Noah," You lifted one hand to press your palm against his cheek. "if you want to kiss me, just do it."

His eyes flipped between both of yours, considering, before he leaned in and you closed your eyes.

Problem is, so did he...

His top teeth collided into yours making a harsh clacking sound, and causing you both to pull away hastily.

"God damn it!" His hand pressed into his gums, and he stared at you. "Are you okay?" You were laughing again, and he growled. "Maybe we should just not even try."

The tears in your eyes glistened, making him look glittery in your vision, and you just smiled brightly at him.

"Fucking hell, Noah."

You lifted yourself up, grabbing his face, and pressing your mouth to his, this time without incident. Your lips molded to his, and you felt him let out a breath he had been holding. His hands cautiously grabbed you, gently moving you to position so you straddled him, lips not disconnecting as he did.

Your hands gripped his hair, pulling his head back and exposing his neck. Your lips went to work laying featherlike kisses on the soft skin when you heard his voice.

"Uhm, Cross?" He was out of breath, and his chest was heaving. "We probably shouldn't do anything too crazy, on account of the concussion." His voice sounded unconvinced, but still, you pulled back, raising an eyebrow at him.

"My brain is fine. Now, let me have some fun, for fucking once."

His fingers dug into your sides, and your tongue was tracing his tattoos on the side of his throat.

"B-But, I really don't know if we should. The doctor said-"

You pulled back again, this time becoming annoyed. "The doctor said I needed to stay in bed. This counts."

"Okay, but, what if it makes it worse?"

You deflated a bit, hands falling down onto your lap. "Do you not want to do this?" Your voice had cracked just slightly, and you silently cursed yourself for it.

His eyes bulged, and he grabbed you harder. "No, I do! I really, really do. I just don't want to hurt you."

Even with the concern and empathy in his voice, you couldn't help but grind down onto his hips, noticing his pants were significantly tighter, and pull a moan straight out of his chest.

"You won't Noah. At least, not in a bad way." You wiggled your brows at him and gripped the sides of his neck.

He looked confused. "Is there a good way?" Incredulously, you dropped your forehead on his chest, his mind catching up a second later. "Oh! Oh right! Sorry, I don't know where my mind is right now."

You just kissed him again, tired of talking - or whatever that was - about it. Noah lifted his hips to push into you, which was the first thing he had done right all evening. You felt his erection beneath the layers of fabric between you, the friction delicious against your crotch. This time, he began placing soft kisses on your neck, barely touching the skin and teasing you.

His fingers loosened around your hips and wandered up to your shirt, slipping underneath and goosebumps rose on your skin where he touched. His hands found your breasts and took them in handfuls.

You couldn't help but giggle at the memory that flashed through your head, which caused him to look up at you.

"What?"

You smiled down at him. "Nothing, it's just that you grabbed my chest earlier when you tried to catch me. I was just thinking, I like this better."

He sighed, his head falling back. "I was hoping you hadn't noticed that."

You kissed him again, pressing back down on him, and regaining his attention.

"Noah?" His eyes looked at yours, his body now rhythmically pressing into you. "Fuck me? Please?"

You didn't mean to sound quite so needy, but it just came out that way. You were aching so bad for it, and you felt as if he didn't slip inside you soon, you may explode.

His eyes darkened, and he smiled back at you, his arms flexing around your waist and lifting you gently to lay you down on the couch. Hands making quick work of your shorts, pulling them off and staring at you. You may have forgotten to put panties on when you changed earlier, so he was marveling at the sight in front of him.

His tongue darted out to lick his lips before he pulled his own pants and boxers down, exposing his cock. You were impressed. Where Noah lacked grace and technique, he made up elsewhere. He slipped his hand into his pocket, fishing his wallet out. He located the condom quickly and applied it, giving himself a few long strokes as his free hand slid down your stomach, fingertips running through your folds for a second.

"You're sure it won't hurt you?" His mouth was hung open, and you rolled your eyes in response.

You reached your arms up, grabbing at him and pulling him down toward you. He fell forward with you, and his hand came down hard on the edge of the coffee table by mistake. He pulled it back, yelping.

"Fuck!" He shook out his hand, and you grabbed his face, forcing him to look at you.

"It's okay. Just look at me." Doing as he was told, his dick pressed against your entrance, nudging for approval.

You rocked your hips up, assisting him as he slipped partially inside of you. The stretch burned incredibly, your eyes rolling back with it.

"Oh, wow." Your words were just breaths, arms wrapping around his neck. "T-That's...wow."

Noah's hips pulled back before snapping forward, driving into you with force. Your body shook with the feeling, clenching down around him. His lips were pressing kisses into the skin on your jaw and collarbone, adding to the lovely sensation.

"Holy fuck, Noah." You lifted your legs to lock around his waist, pushing your hips up. "Harder."

He rammed your body into the cushions, the back of the couch smacking the wall loudly.

"J-Jesus. So good." His words were so quiet, you almost didn't hear. His face was buried in your neck, sweat forming in his hair. "You're so tight."

His whispers were pushing you off the edge. "Ugh, keep talking to me." Your hands gripped his hair, pulling at the roots.

"Fucking can't take it, it's so good. So perfect. So wet." He was railing you so hard, you felt as though you may cry from the sensation. "Just want to stay buried inside you all night, baby."

His words came out so softly, so soothingly that you let your body relax and let go, orgasm ready to tip.

That is, until...

"Ow..." It was almost silent. "Oww..." That was louder. "Ow! Ouch! Fuck!" He sat up suddenly, falling back on the couch.

You sat up, your head still spinning. "What's wrong?!" Your hands wandered over him, but he lifted his leg up on the couch, gripping his calf.

"Fucking leg cramp." His fingers pressed into the visibly tight muscle, and you fell backward, orgasm officially lost.

"I'm sorry!" He tried to reach for you, but you lifted your head, shooting him a warning glance. He pulled back, face turning a deep shade of red.

His cock, however, was stood at full attention still.

Rolling your tongue around in your mouth, you swung your legs off the couch and stood. You pointed to the cushions, and demanded him. "Lay down."

Without hesitation, he did as he was told, laying flat on his back, and stared at you longingly.

Wasting no time, you sat down, sliding onto him with ease now that you'd had a chance to adjust. The angle made you feel so full, so satiated. You let out a long, comfortable moan.

His hands grabbed you, and you began to rock back and forth, begging to chase that lost climax. He peered up at you through half-masked lids, fingers gripping your thighs now.

"Is that better, baby?" You nodded, fingernails scratching down his chest. "Going to come this way? Make a mess all over me?"

Just like Noah was on stage, when he was fucking, he liked to be in control. He was good at it, too.

You nodded, pressing your clit into the skin of his pubic bone. The friction combined with the pressure he was putting on that spot inside you had your thrusts more erratic.

"Can't last like this, honey. You're going to make me come if you keep riding me so fucking good."

His hips were rocking up into you, finding the wave you were riding and helping it wash over you.

"Noah..." You whimpered, hands digging into the skin of his sides. "I'm going to come."

"Yeah, baby, come for me."

His voice, so deep, raspy, sultry, shoved you over that edge, your body slowing down and spasming around him. His hips only had to buck up two more times before he was groaning, leaving fingerprint bruises in your thighs.

You both stayed still, breathing heavily, staring at each other. A grin creeped up onto your face slowly, a matching expression on his.

Both lost in your own universe, neither of you had heard the front door unlocking...

"Hey! I got finished quicker than I expected, so I-"

Both of your heads whipped to the front door, where Isobel had stepped in, duffel bag on her arm and food bags in the other.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" She turn around, covering her eyes with her hand. "What the fuck!"

You and Noah promptly jumped together, scrambling to right yourselves. He pulled at his pants that were still wrapped around his ankles, and you grabbed the blanket from the couch. He sat upright on the sofa, and you pressed against him, pulling the blanket over yourself.

Mortified, you both waited for her to turn around, which she did, eventually.

"Sorry about that, Iz." You said as you interlaced your fingers with Noah's, who was using his other hand to fully cover his face in humiliation.

"Not what I was expecting to see today!" She squealed, walking past the couch toward the kitchen. "I have food, you fucking pervs."

Once she had left the living room, you and Noah looked up at each other, both blushing furiously at having been caught in the act.

Even with the added mishap, you both broke out into large, shining smiles, laughing at the situation.

What a fucking doofus.

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kitsuga · 3 months ago

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sea salt kisses. {Alex x Reader/Farmer}

Description:

A fic in which Alex gets hit by the realization train.

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Tags: fluff, kissing, not betad, not edited, gender neutral reader, stardew valley x reader, stardew valley x farmer, alex x reader, alex (stardew valley) x reader, alex (stardew valley) x farmer, whatever tag tickles your fancy at this point

Word Count: 1,587

A/N: Written on: April 22, 2024

Quick piece to get back into writing after i had another loooooooooong writers block so if its good, great! If its bad, too bad you read it anyway too late now cant take it back, haha, SLKJDFHLKSJD

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The sand was just warm enough to make him feel weightless, like he was floating on a cloud. Or was it the breeze that tickled his skin, lifting him up and carrying him away softly, gently? Maybe it was the way in which the sun's rays hit his face just right, embracing him like a familiar hug that made him feel like he could take on the skies.

Or, really, it was the way his company made him feel—the way his heart fluttered and soared and carried him along with it. Alex snuck a look at the person at his side; their face up towards the sun, a smile on their face that could rival it. The sight brought on a smile of his own, warmth in his chest growing stronger than the summer sun.

Yoba, how beautiful the sun made them look; the light surrounding them hugged them in just the right places, making them look almost ethereal. Well, any light did that to them, in Alex’s eyes. Maybe because they’d hung out for a good while now, he started to actually see them—maybe they’ve always been this beautiful, but he was so absorbed in himself that he couldn’t take notice. Here they sat, however, closer than ever and intertwined in places of his heart that he would have never expected. What was this feeling?

“Hey Farmer, you’ve gotta move your big head; you’re blocking out the whole sun. How am I supposed to tan?”

“Uh. Go find your own spot?”

They were snarky, a faux pout on their lips as they finally turned to look at him. Farmer brought their arms up, waving them in the air and watching as their shadows covered the face of their lounging companion beside them. Alex grumbled, perching himself up with his arms out behind him to get some sun of his own. The Farmer’s laugh was a melody dancing around with the breeze, subconsciously pulling Alex in; he leaned over and bumped into them with his shoulder, playfully.

“If I go find my own spot, I’ll miss the clown show.”

“Woooooow.” They drug out the word, feigning hurt. “You’re so mean to me! Why do I even bother calling you my friend?”

Alex smiled, closing his eyes and throwing his head back, soaking up the sun.

“Yeah, well.” He laughed a bit to himself, speaking without thinking. “You could probably punch me in the face and I’d still want you, so say what you want.”

Silence. It felt as though the world itself had stopped moving around him; the waves, the breeze, the Earth itself had stopped moving and froze in time. The air around them suddenly grew so tense it could be cut with a simple piece of paper at this point. Alex snapped his eyes open, whipping his head back up to look at them, completely bewildered. Farmer looked back at him just as shocked, eyes wide yet hiding any emotion from them.

“What?”

“Alex, huh?”

“Huh?”

There was no way that slipped out, right? What did he even mean by that—did he want them? Oh Yoba, he did, didn’t he? That’s what that feeling was—they weren’t simply just his best friend, they had grown far more than that when he wasn’t looking. Did he already ruin it before anything could have started? What about their friendship? He’d just ruined everything; why didn’t his brain work the right way—like others? Why did he have to have such a hard time watching his mouth!

His panic was interrupted by Farmer’s voice, Alex’s face never relaxing from his shock and panic.

“Alex? What did you mean by that?”

“By what?”

“By ‘I’d still want you’?”

“Who said that?”

“Alex.”

His curt answers had no effect on the Farmer, nor did his attempts to play it off. He turned to look anywhere but them, but his eyes couldn’t stay in just one spot. His face started to heat up, and it wasn’t from the sun this time. His embarrassment crawled up his neck, burning his ears first; he went from biting his cheek, to scowling, to biting his cheek once again—back and forth—trying to think of something, anything, to get him out of the situation he found himself in.

“Alex.” They said again, trying to lean into his line of sight as his eyes darted everywhere but on them. “Alex? What did you mean? Do you like me?”

“Huh?” He started to comically move his head around to follow his line of sight now, trying to blatantly avoid their gaze.

His eyes shot down to one of his hands that held himself up the second he felt the heat from their own cover it. He could feel as they leaned in, their body now taking up space in his own personal bubble; he could sense that their face had leaned in close to his, but he was far too nervous to look back at them—he kept his eyes on their hands.

“Alex, do you like me?” They asked again, following up with a soft, feather-light kiss on his cheek bone without giving him a chance to answer. “Do you?”

Another feather-light kiss, more on his cheek. Another one closer to the corner of his lip. Each peck of their lips left behind a burning mark and an electric shock all the way to his rapidly beating heart. Another. A soft whisper of ‘do you?’ once again by them against his lips, followed by a soft, gentle kiss.

Their lips, the smell of them, their body heat—all far too fleeting. He turned to finally look at them as they pulled away and sat back up, their smile radiant. He used his other hand to rub at the back of his neck, trying (and failing) to calm himself down. His heart kept leaping out of his throat, out of his chest. His hands were shaking, he’d fall if he wasn’t careful. Alex kept trying to frown, to deny whatever he could and save face, but the corners of his lips had betrayed him as he kept smiling, no matter how hard he attempted to stop. Okay, so, maybe he did. Maybe he did like them a bit.

“Yoba, you want me so bad.” They joked, trying to clear the air and help ease his embarrassment.

“What.” His face fell deadpan, too stunned to respond.

They laughed once again, a hearty one, that had them hunched over; he simply stared at them intensely, leaning into them to stare harder—though all it did was make them laugh even more, until they struggled to catch their breath. Once they did, they turned back to him, finding themselves face to face. They simply kept smiling at him, even as they wiped the tears from their eyes; he started to fail to hide his smile once again, now sharing a small chuckle with them.

Alex leaned back on his hands again, tilting his head and taking in their entire self, a gentle smile on his lips and soft, loving look in his gaze. Yeah, he did want them, actually. He wasn’t sure why he kept denying it to himself before, but he really did want them—all of them, for the rest of his life, actually. Even if he tried to think of anything else, his brain had fried a bit-- replaying every moment he had experienced clammy hands, rapid heartbeats, or some sort of longing while in their presence; yeah, he did want them, more than he ever thought he would.

He watched them lean in again, though he let his body do the talking this time. As they got closer, one of his hands moved up to cup their jaw gently, his heartbeat racing through his veins as they leaned into his touch. Alex wanted to leave his eyes open and look at them—how beautiful they were, how ethereal they must have been—but he allowed himself to simply keep them closed, blissfully melting into the feel of their lips interlocking with his own. The feel of their summer-stained lips and the taste of their salty chapstick had lingered as they slowly—reluctantly—pulled away, burning the sensations into his brain for longer than he’d ever know.

They seemed to mirror him now; nervous, a little awkward, but hopelessly in some sort of love. Farmer looked away, trying to hide just how wide their smile had been now. Alex sat there a moment, trying to let his brain catch up. Oh, so that happened. Oh, so this was happening—with them. He blew air out of his nose, resembling a slight laugh at how dumbfounded he was.

But, this was where he was meant to be. He hadn’t realized this before, but the world had only seemed to stop earlier because it was time for it to. Time isn’t lost if you’re where you’re meant to be, he believed, because it was time meant to be shared. He was exactly where he was meant to be—exactly who he was meant to be with. It simply took his empty, big ol’ head of his to accidentally spit out words without thinking to get him to realize this; everything made sense the moment the words left his lips—everything made sense the moment their lips touched his own.

He turned their face back towards him, pulling them gently back down towards them with a large, goofy, happy grin.

“Yeah, I think I do.”

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muridae3 · 2 months ago

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Cop Cutie | Harvey x Reader

After a little accident at the Spirit's Eve Festival, Doctor Harvey helps the Farmer recover from an injury.

Spirit’s Eve was not your favorite holiday.

It arrived at the crux of the harvest season– there were pumpkins to be picked, wine to age, hay to gather, and a seemingly endless amount of chores to get done before the snow hit come winter.

And yet, you found yourself dressing up to attend the very festival you swore you wouldn’t have time for.

The dressing up part was new– Lewis had insisted upon it, calling it an ‘opportunity for camaraderie’ between the townsfolk.

After rummaging through your closet, you decided to wear a blue hat, yellow and green shirt, red pants, and purple boots. Bam– you were a prismatic shard.

If nothing else, at least it would make a few people laugh.

After checking on your chickens one last time, you left the farm, squinting to see in the dark.

The town square was completely transformed for the festival: Gus had set out several tables absolutely heaping with food, Marlon had some sort of live skeleton exhibit, and Pierre had set up shop by the entrance of the maze, as always.

“Hiya, farmer!” Marnie said, waving at you.

“Hi, Marnie! Hi, Jas!” You smiled at both of them. Marnie was dressed in a feathered shirt, and she had painted a beak on her face. Jas was dressed exactly like Penny.

“Oh! Are you Miss Penny!” You asked.

“Mhm! And that means I’m a grown up! And that means that I can go in the maze!” Jas chirped, puffing out her chest.

“No, Jas. You’re too young.” Marnie chided. “Come on, let’s go get some pumpkin pie.”

“Wait, I’ll take her.” You offered. “We won’t go far, I’ll keep her safe.”

“Oh, are you sure? Jas can be quite a handful…”

“Aw, I can handle her! C’mon, Jas,” You held out your hand, “Let’s go take on that maze!”

Jas took your hand and immediately pulled you into the maze.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming!” You laughed as she tugged you along.

“Woooooow, the maze is so cool!” Jas gawked.

“Slow down, Jas. There are a few obstacles—look, that gravestone almost blends into the shadow!” You tried to keep your balance as Jas tugged you faster through the maze, her enthusiasm contagious. Your foot caught on something solid. “Wait, Jas, watch ou—” A sudden jolt, and you found yourself tumbling forward, the fake gravestone scraping your leg as you hit the ground.

“Oh no!” Jas crouched at your side. “Are you okay?”

“I think so…” You sat up, rubbing the back of your head. “My ankle…” A throbbing pain shot up your leg.

“I’ll… I’ll go get doctor Harvey!” Jas sprinted away.

“Wait, Jas, don’t go by yourself— oh, sweet Yoba…” You sighed, leaning against the hedge wall.

Jas soon returned, a police officer behind her. “I’m baaack!”

You were confused– Pelican Town had no police force. “I’m sorry, sir, there must have been a mistake…”

“Um, actually… It’s me.” Harvey said sheepishly, removing his hat. “Borrowed the costume from Pierre, heh. Pretty convincing, right?”

“I didn’t even recognize you!” You tried to sit up.

“Easy, now. Go slow.” Harvey sat next to you. “Jas said you tripped?”

“Yeah…” You laughed awkwardly, gesturing to the fake gravestone. “I think I did something to my ankle.”

“Let me take a look.” He shimmied over to your ankle. “Mind if I touch you?”

“By all means, go ahead.”

He gently palpated your ankle. “Does that hurt?”

You winced. “A little.”

“Can you try and rotate it for me?”

Though it was painful, you managed to rotate your ankle in a full circle.

“Thank you.” He turned to look at you. “Good news– It doesn’t seem broken, just a bad sprain.”

You sighed, leaning back onto the hedges. This would certainly slow down your harvest on the farm.

“I can take you to the clinic and wrap it for you, if you like.” Harvey offered.

“Oh, um, sure.” You snapped back into reality. “Oh, Jas, are you okay?”

Jas’s eyes were filled with tears. “I’m so sorry you got hurt! I’ll never go into the maze again, never, never, never!”

“It was an accident.” You said. “It’s okay, really.”

“You don’t have to stay out of the maze forever,” Harvey said, helping you to your feet, “But it is important to be very careful and aware of our surroundings.”

Jas nodded rapidly.

“Go back to Marnie, now.” Harvey said, leaning your weight on him. “I’m sure she’s wondering where you are.”

Jas turned back towards the entrance to the maze, slowly making her way back to her aunt.

“Okay, let’s try to walk. Let me know if there’s any pain.” Harvey said, slowly moving forward.

You became acutely aware of where Harvey's hands gently held your waist, his fingers firm but careful. A flutter of nervousness bloomed in your chest—strong, yet soft, and he held your weight like it was nothing. You glanced up at him, catching the faintest smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, and you quickly looked away, hoping he couldn’t feel the heat rising in your cheeks. Why was this making you so flustered?

“So… forgive me if this is rude, but… what’s your costume?”

“Oh, I’m… I’m a Prismatic Shard.” You said, a slight laugh in your voice. “I didn’t really have any other ideas.”

He brushed a stray curl out of his face, glancing at you nervously. “I’m definitely taller than Pierre…” he said with a sheepish smile, gesturing at the too-short hemline and his exposed ankles.

“I think you look great, Harvey.”

Harvey cleared his throat. “Um… Okay, here we are. That’s the hard part done.” He sighed as you exited the maze. “There are stairs, would you mind if I…” He cleared his throat. “Is it okay if I carry you down the stairs? Because of your ankle, I mean.”

A sudden heat rushed to your face, and you prayed the dim light hid the color spreading up your neck. “I, uh… yeah, sure,” you mumbled, trying to ignore the way your heart raced in your chest.

He lifted you onto his back, and the two of you quickly descended the stairs and entered the clinic.

“Here we are.” He lowered you onto an exam table before retrieving a roll of athletic tape from a drawer. “Can I see your ankle?”

You swung your legs up onto the exam table.

He quickly wrapped your injured ankle, and the pain quickly subsided.

“It feels much better. Thank you, doctor.” You said, smiling.

“Of course, Farmer. I’m always happy to help you.”

“I guess I’m in here a lot, huh…” you said, laughing slightly.

“I believe your trips to the mines have single-handedly depleted my stock of saline and bandages for the month… I put in an order for more yesterday.” He said.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with me so much… I’ll try to be more careful.”

“No, no… I mean, yes, I do want you to be more careful, but I don’t mind treating you. You’re my friend, this is the least I can do for you.”

You smiled. “Thanks, Harvey.”

“Now,” he said, standing, “Do you plan to stay at the festival much longer? Gus has some spiced apple cider that I think you’d love.”

“Well, I was planning to go home… but cider sounds good.” You stood, taking his offered hand.

Arm and arm, the Police officer and the Prismatic Shard returned to the festival, both a little happier and both unsure why.

#harvey stardew valley #stardew valley #harvey sdv #stardew valley harvey #doctor harvey #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley fanfiction #harvey x farmer #harvey x reader

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thescarletnargacuga · 5 months ago

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Could we get a cute little one shot for Harlequin of Cade being an awesome big brother to Anya (the Jesterdoll kid) for Specter :)

A/N:AAAAAA-YOU'RE SPOILING MEEEEE!!

HALF SIBLINGS, FULL FAMILY

A HARLEQUIN AU ONESHOT

Harlequin AU credit: @iamespecter @tadc-harlequin-au

MEET ANYA and CADE

WARNING: NONE

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Cade sprinted through the mansion halls and up the stairs to his shared bedroom with Anya. He burst through the door, startling his younger half sister from her book.

"ANYA, ANYA, ANYA!! THE TREEFORT IS DONE! COME ON!" He jumped up and down, pointed back through the door he nearly knocked off the hinges.

"Really?" She put down her book, careful to bookmark her page, and grabbed her teddy.

"YEAH! We have a real fort to play in this time! Come on, come onnnnn!!!" He ran in circles by the door.

Anya smiled and went to follow but Cade impatiently grabbed her hand and ran with her outside.

It was a beautiful day. Spring was in full swing and everything around the manor grounds was vibrantly green and alive with bloom. The treehouse was built on the sturdiest tree on the edge of the small forest on property closest to the mansion, in plain view of any windows.

The miniature two-story structure was built around the trunk of the tree. A wrap-around balcony offered a scenic view from all sides. It had two slides, a straight slide from the first floor and a spiral slide from the second. It had a zipline connected to another distant tree that would take them to the ground. Two swings hanging below. A rock climb as an alternative way to get inside from the ladder.

Cade let go of Anya to climb up the ladder and check out the inside. It was huge! While the inside was plain, it wasn't empty. They had play tables and chairs and toy boxes and drawing boards on the walls and a small swing inside. A short staircase led to even more space on the lofty second floor. The windows were open, letting in light and the breeze, but he saw small lightbulbs on the ceiling and the balcony.

"Woooooow..." Cade quietly exclaimed. This was the most amazing thing he'd ever seen.

"Eh...urg-" Anya struggled up the ladder with her teddy.

Cade heard her and helped her up. "There you go. Isn't this place cool??"

Anya looked around with a smile. "Yeah! We could have so many tea parties up here." She pictured filling one of the toy boxes with her dollies and bringing books up to read in the swing by the sunshine.

"Heck yeah, we can! And we can race down the slides! And- oh my gosh, a zipline!! I've always wanted one of these!" He ran to the drop point on the balcony and grabbed the rope with a small wooden circle seat to ride down. "Hey, Anya, you wanna go first?"

Anya squeezed her teddy and stepped back. "No, thanks."

Cade shrugged. "Okay. WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" The zipline was everything he hoped it would be; fast and fun all the way down. The cord widened to a slow stop before his feet touched the ground. "THAT WAS AWESOME!!" He shouted back at Anya, watching him from the balcony. "YOU SHOULD TRY IT!!"

Anya nervously looked at the long line down. "....no, I'm okay." From her vantage point, she saw a large lumbering figure emerging from the shade of the trees. She gasped. "CADE!! LOOK OUT!!"

Cade spun around to see Kingr coming out of the forest, covered in twigs and loose leaves. "Uncle Kingr!! Look! We have a tree fort now!" He jumped up and down as he excitedly pointed at the new playhouse.

"I see! Good for you to have such a strong fortress at such a young age." Kingr beamed with pride.

Cade's eyes narrowed mischievously. "Bet you can't get us inside!" He sprinted away and scrambled up the ladder, giggling the whole way.

The invitation to play caught Kingr off guard but he gladly accepted. "Oh, can't I?" His four arms snaked out from his back as he encroached in the kids' fort.

"Hide, Anya! He's gonna get us!" Cade rushed inside to go to the second floor.

Anya smiled and playfully screamed as one of Kingr's hands tapped along the edge of the balcony nearest her. She ran along the circling balcony, only to be stopped by another hand crawling at her. She ducked inside and went upstairs with Cade.

They both screamed and squealed and laughed as Kingr's hands playfully followed them around. He eventually got both of them, gently holding one in each hand and reels them down to him. "Gotcha."

"No fair, Uncle Kingr!! Your arms are too long!" Cade struggled against the light grip on him.

"You dared challenge me. Of course I'm going to use all of the assets at my disposal." He chuckled. "Who made this marvelous structure anyway?"

"Z did!" Cade answered. "They said they would do it, and they got it done so fast!"

"Have you thanked them yet?" Kingr arched a brow.

Both children looked sheepish. "No..." Anya said quietly.

"Then that is your next mission. Operation: gratitude." He looked around and spotted Z coming out of their residence. "There they are, go say thank you, but don't get too close. They can't see you if you're underfoot." He released them and Cade immediately bolted towards Z. Anya followed at a walk.

"Z! HEY, Z!" Cade waves his arms to get the massive puppet's attention.

Z stops and looks down at the comparatively tiny child. They weren't going to move an inch until they were sure Cade and Anya were clear of their footpath.

"Thanks for AWESOME TREEFORT!!" Cade fidgeted in place, still having way too much energy to burn.

Anya caught up. "Yeah! We love it!"

Z nodded. "I'm glad you like it." Their heart warmed from the admiration for their work. A constructor's pride that she could never quite deactivate.

"Did somebody say TREEFORT!?" A voice surprised them.

"JAX!!" Cade and Anya cheered at the sight of their favorite playmate. Cade immediately goes in for a tackle, only to be caught and hoisted onto Jax's shoulders. Anya runs in to hug his leg. Jax pats Anya on the head before scooping her up in his arm.

"What kind of trouble are you squirts getting into today?" Jax took long legged strides towards the treefort. Kingr had moved on elsewhere.

"We defended the fort from Uncle Kingr!" Cade raised his arms up in victory.

"Impressive!"

"I wanna go down the slides." Anya said quietly. "Will you go with me?" She gripped the lapels of Jax's coat.

He could never say no to her, especially when she gave him such baby doll eyes. "Of course. Which one do you want to do first?"

"The...the big one that spins around."

"How brave." He encourages her with a smile. "Chompers here can race us down the other one."

"YEAAAAH!!" Cade kicked his legs with excitement.

Jax's flexible body noodles down the slide with ease. Despite the spiraling slide being higher up, they beat Cade to the ground several times. When Anya had the courage to go down the slide alone, Jax waited at the bottom to catch her. "You did so good!" He cheers for her as he lifts her up in the air. She giggles and reaches out to him for a hug. He holds her close and squeezes warmly. Anya gives him a kiss on the nose with her teddy bear. A part of him heals in that moment.

"Oh boy! Snacks!!" Cade suddenly says and runs at Gangle, approaching with a tray of refreshments.

"Hello, young sir Cade." Gangle greeted with a gentle smile. She lowered the tray and let him take his choice of snack and drink. "Are you having fun?"

"THE BEST!!" He tossed the snack in his mouth and monched it loudly.

Anya joins and takes only a drink. "Thank you, aunty Gangle."

"You're very welcome, young miss Anya." She raised the tray back up and offered it to Jax. "Would sir Jax care for a snack?"

"I already do." He winked.

Gangle nearly dropped the tray, her mask flushing with flustered patterns. "Oh, my... Not in front of the children." She whispered.

Both Anya and Cade were completely oblivious to the conversation, enjoying their refreshments.

"I'll take one." Pomni grabbed a finger sandwich from the tray and popped it in her mouth.

"Oh! Of course, Madam Pomni! Have as much as you like."

"You really don't have to call me that." Pomni said through the food in her mouth. "We're friends for fu-" She spots her kids watching and clears her throat. "-for crying out loud."

"I insist!" Gangle asserted her stance. "You are the wife of the Master of the Manor! It's only proper."

Pomni rolled her eyes and popped in another mini sandwich. "Whatever you say."

After Cade finished his snack he wrapped his arms and legs around his mother's leg. "Play with us!" Anya joined him, grabbing Pomni's other leg. "Yeah!! Pleeeeeeease?"

"Fiiiiine, since you asked so nicely." Pomni smiled and tried walking with both kids clamped to her shins. It was slow and awkward but she was making progress to the swings under the treefort.

"Welp, looks like I've been replaced." Jax chuckled and put an arm around Gangle. "How about you and I go see what there is to eat in the pantry."

The tray clattered lightly as Gangle's hands shook. "That- that sounds like a wonderful idea, sir Jax." The patterns on her mask rorschached wildly on her cheeks as she left with him.

Pomni alternates pushing Cade and Anya on their swings. Cade insisted on going higher with every push, Anya was happy with a light swing.

Ragatha and Caine were having tea in the garden, watching Pomni and the children. Ragatha poured him a cup and he sipped it without adding any alcohol. He sighed contently. "I don't know about you, but I feel like we won at life."

Ragatha smiled, looking at Pomni and Anya. "I couldn't agree more."

Bubble hovered nearby. "Congratulations to you both for fucking the Harlequin and winning." He sniggered.

Ragatha spat her tea. "BUBBLE!!"

"I WILL DEACTIVATE YOU IF YOU DON'T LEAVE THIS INSTANT!!" Caine blustered at the moment being ruined by his snarky butler.

#the amazing digital circus #tadc #tadc fanfiction #tadc pomni #tadc caine #tadc ragatha #tadc showtime #tadc buttonblossom #tadc harlequin au #harlequin au #harlequin cade #harlequin anya #tadc kinger #tadc zooble #tadc jax #tadc gangle #tadc ribbun

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akkivee · 8 months ago

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A Sweet Yellow Curry You Just Can't Stop Eating!: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Ramuda: Okay! ☆ It’s great to see everyone has been serious in making some curry!

Gentaro: Well, though this event feels capricious by nature, it’s still a battle I do not wish to lose.

Dice: Can we hurry up and eat already? I’m so hungry I could pass out!

*beeping noise*

Ramuda: Ah, rice is done! Plating time~!

Gentaro: Oh, and you’ve prepared our curry to go with it. Then shall we try Ramuda’s curry first?

Ramuda: Okaaaay! Eat up everyone! ☆

Gentaro: Let’s see. *throws it up*

Dice: *loud eating noises but also spits it back up*

Gentaro: What in the world…??

Ramuda: I call it, “Sweet Like Honey Curry!!!!!!☆”

Gentaro: Y-You say sweet like honey, but I think I’ve been assaulted by the amount of sugar…

Ramuda: That’s because I used honey instead of water!

Dice: M-My throat is on fire…W-Water… I need water…!!

Ramuda: So I was thinking of how to stand out from the other divisions and decided to try something completely original! What do you think??

Dice: What do I think?? Is food just a game to you??

Ramuda: That’s so mean!! I thought long and hard about this!

Gentaro: There are still other curries to get through. So, let’s eat mine next.

Ramuda: Uh, it looks like yellow soup… Is this really okay to eat?

Gentaro: Since we, as a team, have a pop image, I thought it would be remiss to not incorporate that in the curry.

Dice: …But I don’t see any actual food in it.

Gentaro: Because of anticipated mass reproduction in the pursuit of commercialization, I have decided a liquid only curry would be most suitable. And to compensate for the lack of ingredients, I used butter for richness in taste.

Ramuda: That’s such a lonely sounding curry…

Gentaro: What ever is the matter? Please, eat up.

Dice: *loud eating noises* …??

Ramuda: …Mmm, it’s gross… I really don’t wanna say it, but I don’t like this…

Gentaro: Is that so? Do tell me why; however, if I find your reasoning lacking, I simply will continue to serve you this roux.

Ramuda: Nooooo!! I don’t want anymore of the yellow stuff!!!

Dice: How dare you treat food like it’s a joke!! …Geez, obviously neither of y’all know what you’re doing. Curry is meant to be paired with rice!! None of your flavours helps elevate the taste of white rice!! Now this is real curry! Eat your heart out and understand that this is what it means to be one with the flavour of rice!!

Ramuda: *eats*

Gentaro: *eats* …Hm.

Dice: How is it?? Doesn’t it make you want to eat more??

Ramuda: I mean I could but… it’s just a normal curry? Like how is this any different from a regular chicken curry?

Dice: Are you blind?? If you looked in the pot right now, you could clearly see a huge amount of locally raised chicken went into this!!

Gentaro: Well, I can certainly see how many chicken bones are in the curry.

Dice: Hahaha! haaa… Weeeell, I guess I did get hungry and ate some while making it!

Ramuda: *eats* …hm?? Wait, you gotta try this!!

Gentaro: ? You mixed mine and Dice’s curries together…? *eats* …Oh my!

Dice: It’s so good!! Who would have thought my curry and that yellow junk actually combined really well??

Gentaro: Then perhaps… Let’s try adding some of that absurdly sugary curry to this!

Ramuda: Sweet Like Honey Curry coming right up~!

Dice: Hey, this actually looks really good!

Posse: *eats* !!

Ramuda: Woooooow!! I’ve never had curry like this before!!

Gentaro: I can’t believe we’ve stumbled upon creating such a masterpiece…!

Dice: *excessively loud eating noises* This spoon’s not stoppin’!!

Ramuda: Aaalright, then that settles it! ☆ Let’s combine all of our curries!!

Dice: Looks great!! There’s no way we’re losing with this curry!

Gentaro: Precisely! On that note, what shall we name it? “Posse Curry” possesses little impact…

Ramuda: Hmmmm… How about, “The Sweet Yellow Liquid You Can’t Stop Eating!”

Dice: Sounds good to me!

Gentaro: However, I made a curry, not a mere liquid.

Ramuda: Oh yeah? Sowwies☆ Then we’ll call it, “The Sweet Yellow Curry You Can’t Stop Eating!”

Gentaro: It certainly has a nice ring to it.

Dice: Heh heh, it sure does!

Ramuda: And with this curry, our victory is guaranteed!! ☆

#ramuda amemura #gentaro yumeno #dice arisugawa #fling posse #hypmic #hypnosis mic #this was the curry i was most excited to try and then i did and lmao #me: oh that’s just butter chicken curry with a hint of sweet lmao #i poured it out of the pouch it came in it was all soup and like four pieces of chicken #me: oh!!! so they were serious about gencha’s soup curry and dice eating all the chicken LOL #it was an experience lmao #it’s my fav out of the two I’ve had so far tho lol such a high bar ik lol #lol and i like how even in this blurb track #ramuda desires originality gencha is projecting loneliness and dice’s high class bg as a sneak were included LOL #apologies again if the character voices feel off 🙇‍♀️#curry tl

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iambilliejeanok · 1 year ago

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🌸✨After the Appointment✨🌸

Commission for @lencilenlen 🤗💗 hope you enjoy this one! Thank you dear💐

Requested July 12 uploaded July 15💗

Word Count: 8156

Pairing: Naruto x Reader

Summary: Based off of Konoha 12 Dick Appointments, this story goes into depth on the relationship between reader x Naruto. What are their appointments like ?👀 Can reader handle the type of d*ck Naruto has to offer? And how long exactly can they keep this up for?…at least before one of them slips up.

Warnings: 18+, Overstimulation, nsfw, really explicit smut✨

Please do enjoy💗

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“So are you coming tonight or what?”, Temari yelled from the bathroom, having turned off the dryer she held in her hand, her brows furrowing as she impatiently waited for your answer. “Girl!”, she yelled again, popping her head out the bathroom to repeat herself, “Are you coming to the fucking party?”, “Damn, relax babe”, you said with a mouth full of cereal, pausing The Simpsons that played on the tv in front of you. “No I don’t think so”, you yelled back, pressing play again, munching down the last of your cereal, Temari walking into the tv room while you chugged the remainder of the milk down. Placing the bowl down, you looked up at her, standing in front of the tv in just her towel and her half wet hair, the bored expression she wore on her face already communicating her disappointment.

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I think I wanna spend the day finishing up those assignments”, you replied, burying your hand under your bonnet to scratch your hair, yawning as you stared right back at Temari. “But you have all day, the party’s at nine pm?” She questioned, raising her eyebrow sceptically. “Yeah but knowing I have somewhere to be is gonna make me rush so I make it in time to get ready, so no, I’ll pass thanks”

“You’re fucking lying”, Temari quickly spat, making you lift up your hands in confusion, “Now why would I lie?”, “Because you probably just wanna fuck Naruto again right?”, she said, her statement making you gasp in shock. “If i wanted to fuck Naruto I could’ve just did that after the party, there’s literally no classes tomorrow. I just wanna chill this weekend without stressin about assignments damn”, you said in defence, standing up with your bowl to place it the sink. ‘Sure”, she said sarcastically, watching you walk past her. “Ino always has those parties anyway, can i just ski—”, you tried to say, your phone ringing loudly on the coffee table in front of the couch, both your heads immediately turning towards it. Of course it just had to be Naruto. “Woooooow”, Temari began, “Shut the fuck up”, you quickly said, rolling your eyes as you picked up the phone, watching Temari huff and clap her hands before turning on her heels and walking back to the bathroom.

“Naruto”, you answered, “Y/N…good morning sunshine”, he said, his voice so smooth and deep, you couldn’t help but smile, thankful that Temari was no longer in the room with you. “Hiii”, you squeaked, Naruto smiling to himself on the other end. “I’ve been thinking about you, how you doin princess?”. “Awww I’m okay thanks…how are you?”, “Hmmm, I’m not sure, I think I’ll be better once I see you though”. Damn Naruto, he could be so smooth sometimes, biting your lip to the thought of seeing him again. A faint arousal already forming at the pit of your tummy. “I’m actually busy today…”, you said, hating yourself for turning him down. “Awww, all day?”, he grumbled, “Well…maybe”. “Maybe what?, he quickly asked, hopeful for a change of mind. “I’m not sure…depends how long it takes me to complete my assignments”, “Oh, I see,”, Naruto responded, “Well, if you do finish them on time I’ll reward you”, he teased, his voice extra deep, that arousal now spreading down to your legs, the sheer memory of him making them feel like jelly. “Uhm”, you swallowed, the sound of Naruto chuckling calming your nerves. “Don’t worry princess, I promise I’ll be gentle this time”, he added, your entire body instantly heating up, a dull ache between your legs as you tried to think of something to say. Sensing that he scrambled your pretty little head up, he decided to help you out. “I’m guessing you wont be at Ino’s party tonight?”, he asked, and you quickly responded, feeling embarrassed for being speechless, “Yes!, yea…I wont be there…well, because i'll be focusing on my assignments.”, “That’s my girl”, he replied. “Well then, finish those assignments, i'll check up on you later on okay?”, “Okay..”

“Oh my god?”, Temari laughed behind you, making you jump where you stood, turning around to see her eyeing you from the kitchen counter, “He always leaves you speechless huh?”, “Shut up”, you said, speed walking to the bathroom to hide the smile slowly creeping up on your face. “It’s okay baby, I can only imagine how good that dick is!”, she yelled, laughing as she placed her bowl of milk in the microwave.

You shut the door behind you, leaning against the counter as you finally released the breath you’d been holding in since the phone call. Naruto really had a demonic hold on you. But even so, Temari was impressed with how you still managed to discipline yourself with your school work despite that, because she had a hard time thinking about anything other than Shikamaru when they first started out.

Your entire body was still a little numb from the phone call, and thinking about the “gentle reward”, Naruto promised you wasn’t helping. How the hell were you supposed to focus now? “Fuck”, you sighed, rummaging through one of your drawers for your rose toy. You need to free yourself from this horniness if you’re going to get anything done today. When was the last time you’d even seen Naruto, you thought to yourself, the warm water running down your body as you reached for a bar of soap and your loofah, quickly lathering it so you could get washing yourself over and done with. You needed to touch yourself or else you’d die, enjoying the high pressure of the water hitting your shoulders, scrubbing yourself down, your fingers grazing your nipple, making you freeze. You ran your finger over your nipple again, and again, lightly flicking it, trying to imitate the manor in which Naruto would tweak them, closing your eyes to let the memories play out. It was last week Saturday that you’d last seen him. He wasn’t his usual self. Something happened between him and Sasuke, so he came over to spend the night with you.

As much as he was there for you when you needed him, you tried your best to return the favour, even though Naruto’s stress was on a different level than yours. It was the second time he came to you for some stress relief and you’d quickly learned that he could be overwhelmingly rough and aggressive when he wasn’t in a good mood, even though you could tell he would try to take it easier on you. You took note of how highly irritable he was like this. Usually, he would talk you through your orgasms, especially when he was overstimulating you, and would always give you a break when you needed one, but last Saturday he almost didn’t give a fuck about you. It was all about him, you weren’t exactly sure how long it was, but he fingered you for a solid amount of time, holding your thighs apart with just one arm, rubbing fast circles on your clit whenever you started squirting, before shoving his two fingers right back inside of you.

You probably came five times from that alone, nevermind how he continued to finger fuck you in between thrusting into you with his dick. You cried like a baby that night, your body shuddering as you finally came, trying your best to hold the rose toy in place, once again trying to imitate how Naruto would force you to endure longer rounds of stimulation, hoping you’d reach an orgasm similar to the ones he gives you. “Fuuck”, you softly moan, cupping yourself after dropping your toy, unable to to last any longer. It was so much easier to last longer when Naruto was holding you down. He’s so freakishly strong that no mattter how intense things were for you, you could never break out of his hold. You misssed him, truly, panting in the now steamy shower as you calmed down from your orgasm…it was satisfying enough to get things off your mind a little, shutting the water off before stepping out.

Looking over at the time, you thought you deserved a break now, halfway through your second assignment, with two more to go. The time read 13:14pm, you were really in the zone, moaning as you stretched, the chair you sat on rolling behind you while you stood up. “Damn, let me get something to eat”, you yawned again, enjoying the quiet of your apartment since Temari was out running errands for the party, some soft music playing on your speaker. Reaching for your phone, you decided to turn it on and a few messages from Naruto immediately caught your attention. The text reading:

Princess, I can’t wait to see you again ;), how far along are you with those assignments?, along with an image of himself without a shirt on, a video game controller resting on his thigh next to a very prominent print, his arm stretched behind his head, his blond hair messy as he sat on his gaming chair. You couldn’t help but lick your lips, remembering how soft his blond locks feel between your fingers whenever you pull on his hair. The print in his sweats made you gulp, you needed to mentally prepare yourself for another night with him, the ache between your legs building up enough that you needed to move around a bit, unable to shake away the thoughts of Naruto slowly penetrating you.

As much as the two of you made a habit of fucking every now and then, he was just so big he always needed to slowly guide himself inside of you, encouraging you to let him in, his large girth too much for you to take all at once, never mind his length. “Oh my gosh…”, you sighed, deciding to stop fantasising over the image he sent you and simply text him back: I’m excited to see you! :), I’m halfway done, but how am I supposed to stay focused with you sending me such slutty images? Are you partying tonight?

Hoping he would say yes. You needed some motivation to get your work done, and knowing he’d be home all alone would be too much of a distraction. As soon as you put your phone down it buzzed, Naruto responding rather quickly. You picked up the phone, biting your finger.

I wanna see you this weekend, finish and come stay with me, we have a lot to catch up on, I’ll be really disappointed if I have to wait any longer…you know how I get when I’m in a bad mood, unless you want me in one on purpose?

You felt your heartbeat inside your pussy, your entire body warm again, the ache in your pussy now uncomfortable. You quickly responded: Okay, I think I’ll be able to finish by tonight…I’ll call you later.

Turning your phone off, you placed it in the back pocket of your pants, taking in a deep breath to calm your nerves. As much as you refused to admit it, deep down, it was pretty obvious Naruto knew how to make you submit. His sex was so intense the idea of him “punishing you”, frightened you in the most arousing way. You wanted to avoid it…but you also loved the idea of that happening. Well…let me finish my work then, you swallowed, returning to your desk completely having forgotten to eat, your arousal ruining your appetite.

Focusing on your schoolwork sometimes helped with getting your mind off of things. You were almost done referencing your last assignment when your tummy began rumbling. Fuck…I really need to eat, you thought, gasping when you realized how late it was. No fucking ways its already nine pm, it was still a bit bright outside…what the fuck. Laying down on your bed, you continued watching The Simpsons , eating some of the leftover pizza Temari had ordered last night. It was almost eleven pm, Temari probably went straight to the party after running her errands, the sky a dark orange as the sun set. Your phone buzzed where it was charging on the nightstand, your heart skipping a beat wondering if it was Naruto, and of course it was, who else would it be. “Hey Naruto…”, your soft voice like music to his ears. “Heyyy princess, what’s up?” And for the life of you, you just couldn’t get over how sexy his voice was, wondering what he was doing while on the phone with you. “I just finished eating, I lost track of time and only got to eat now at like 9:30..”, you said, rolling over to lay on your back. “Damn, were you focusing on your work?”. “Yeah, exactly haha”. “That’s my girl, I see you’re serious…so you’re done with that I’m assuming?”, he asked, his tone a little more serious.

You were thankful that your last two assignments were quick and easy, curious about how he’d react if you never got to finish. “Yea! I’m all done”, you replied. “That’s awesome, I’m glad you got it done, good girl”, he said, his praise making your stomach jump. You missed hearing him say those words. “Thank you…”, you squeaked, thankful that he wasn’t there to witness your blushing. “Sooo, sounds like you’re at home tonight?”. “Yea, I didn’t feel like going, Sasuke went though, since Sakura would be there”. “And you stayed in since I stayed in too…you copycat”, you teased. “That’s not true, I wanted to try out this new game, you know I barely have time to play with training and missions”, he quickly defended himself, “Haha sure thing babe…so is that all you’re doing tonight?”, you asked. “Well maybe if the gods favour me tonight, I can pick you up…and you can sit on my lap and watch something with me?”, he asked…a silence lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll try my best to behave”, he added, crossing his fingers in hopes to hear you say yes. “Okay that sounds good then…but when do you ever behave Uzumaki”, you teased. “Yes! Well, I’m coming to get you in a few minutes, be ready okay?”. “Okay!”

Overcome with excitement you immediately jumped up to grab your duffel bag, rummaging through your wardrobe to pack two pretty outfits, you already had some clothes you had left at his place that you’d just wear again, throwing in two pairs of pyjamas, packing your toiletries in a separate toiletry bag and a pair of sneakers as well as some slippers, already wearing a different pair of sneakers for the road. By the time you finished taking a shower and getting dressed, you heard a knock at the door, grabbing your stuff and placing them down before opening it. “Hey”, you blushed, trying to play it cool. “Hey”, he smiled, his taller, bulky frame crowding yours to lean in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist, easily lifting you up, your legs wrapping around his waist. “Are these all your bags?”, he asked, looking over your shoulder to see them lying beside his feet. “Yep!”, you squeaked, lifting your head up to look at him, he smelled so delicious, like sleep and vanilla, your mouth watering at the thought of licking him. Without placing you down, he lifted up your two bags in his free hand and had you shut the door for him before carrying you to his hellcat parked in your driveway.

Gently placing you down, he opened the door for you, placing his large hand on your head as you went in to keep you from bumping your head against the top. You bumped your head there once trying to enter the car too quickly and he made sure to never let that happen again. “Thank you”, you smiled, Naruto winking at you before shutting the door. After packing your things in the back, he came around to join you inside the car, your minute of silence over as he stepped in, shutting his door, resting his elbow on the arm rest as he reached his free hand to gently grab the back of your neck, his fingers slipping in between your braids while his thumb caressed the side of your face, drawing you in close to kiss you, his lips much softer than you remember against yours, his hand on your neck keeping you in place as he prolonged the kiss, pulling a moan from you as his lips meshed with yours.

For a solid two minutes, he made out with you, refraining from using his tongue even when you tried your luck with your own, a soft whimper of frustration leaving your lips when he still didn’t give in. Unable to hold your breath in any longer, you placed your hand on his chest softly pushing at him, Naruto finally breaking the kiss, his warm breath against your lips from the little space he left between the two of you, his hand still on your neck, moving to palm your cheek, a small smile decorating his handsome face, dimly lit by the light in the car. “Hey”, he said. “Hey”, you smiled, genuinely happy to see him. “I missed you '', you couldn’t help but admit, worry filling your eyes when he didn’t respond. “I missed you too princess”, he finally spoke, making you release a breath you didn’t realise you held in.

There was something different about the atmosphere tonight, Naruto finally pulling away from you to fasten his seatbelt. “You ready?”, he smiled, his usual warm nature easing the anxiety that sparked up in your chest. “Yeah!”, you replied, Naruto putting his hand out for you to hold…as usual. He was always so sweet, but still, something about tonight felt different.

Laying down on him with your cheek pressed against his chest was exactly what you needed, Naruto’s big hands caressing your arm, back and occasionally rubbing over your butt, had all the built up stress from the week slowly melting away, your eyes droopy as you fell deeper into relaxation. Naruto had put on a really good action movie, one that you’d recommended for y’all to end the night, even though he knew you wouldn’t last throughout it. Your day alone seemed busy enough that he wondered if you needed rest, still chatting with you about your week to help you stay up. It seemed like you really wanted to.

“Yeah so I was just so annoyed with how she spoke to me, like I’m literally paying money out of my own pocket to be there, fuck her!”, you complained, venting about how bitchy your literature lecturer was towards you for being late on Tuesday morning. “Nah, fuck her seriously. If you need me to back you up I always can, you know that '', he said, hyping you up. “Yeah I know that, thank you”, you replied, the two of you barely concentrating on the movie. “So Sakura and Sasuke were really fucking loud enough that you cloudn’t sleep?”, you laughed, “They were so fucking loud I had my headphones on and I could still hear them”, Naruto whined, totally pissed off about the whole situation. Sasuke was his roommate, and they’d made a rule about loud fucking, which he clearly broke two times in a row.

The two of them just hadn’t been getting along lately. “That’s crazy haha, you can always come crash with me if it gets too noisy”, you suggested, “So Sasuke can think he won?” , Naruto asked you, making you giggle. “Maybe you can come over and we can show them how it's really done”, he said, a rush of heat flowing through your body as you tried to giggle his comment away, his hand brushing over your ass again, but this time stopping to firmly squeeze it, silencing you. “You know…I couldn’t stop thinking about you this past week”, he mentioned, his hand now finding its way into your pants, the thong you wore leaving your ass cheeks bare for him to squeeze, making him grunt in approval. “Really?”, you asked, “Even while you were kicking ass, protecting the village and stuff?”, you teased.

“I literally got hard in the middle of a meeting with Kakashi Sensei ”, he admitted. “No ways!”, you laughed, Naruto’s hand squeezing you hard enough your laugh quickly turned into a whimper. “Yes ways…it's getting bad y/n…you need to cure me”, he said almost helplessly, like this was life threatening. “Why are you wearing these in this weather anyway?”, he asked, a frown of disapproval on his face as he tried to tug on your sweats. You lifted your hips up to help him get them off of you, left in a pair of socks, your thong and your white mini tee. “Such a hassle huh?”, he teased, but you were too hot and bothered to acknowledge his comment, quickly growing shy and quiet as Naruto easily scooped you up to sit you on his lap, shifting up the bed so he could rest against some propped up pillows, shifting you so you sat in between his legs, your back resting against his chest and his hands began creeping up your shirt, cupping both your covered breasts in his hands giving them a gentle squeeze as he examined the weight of them in his hands.

Taking turns to gently squeeze and knead each soft mound as he spoke in your ear, his warm breath tickling your skin, goosebumps appearing on your arms. “Hmm, it's bad enough that I might need you for more than just one night at a time”, he said, “What do you mean?”, you asked, trying to not whimper so easily, but you were melting under his touches. His hands just held a roughness that you’d grown addicted to, desperately wanting to feel the flesh of his calloused palms against your bare breasts. “I mean…I barely got enough of you last weekend. I want to take my time with you…until I’m thoroughly satisfied”, he spoke, squeezing both of your breasts especially rough at the end of his sentence, unintentionally grinding his pelvis up into your lower back, his erection poking you hard enough that it felt a bit uncomfortable. As much as you wanted to speak, you were so hot you wondered if your voice would come out right. Swallowing before opening your mouth, “Thoroughly satisfied?”, you asked in the softest voice, one he wouldn’t have heard if he wasn’t so close to you, curious as to what that meant, is he trying to imply that you don’t satisfy him enough? What more could you possibly do for this man. You can barely handle things as they are already.

“Yea, but don’t worry about it too much, of course I’ll teach you how to satisfy me…if you’re willing to learn”, he said his thumbs flicking back and forth over your nipples, making you bite your lip to suppress any sounds, embarrassed to be moaning so early in the game. “What do you want me to do?”, you asked breathlessly, trying to control your tone so you didn’t whimper, but you couldn’t help but gasp loudly when he gave both your nips a firm pinch, your back arching at the sudden stimulation. You could no longer hold back your moans when he began tweaking them, the fabric of your shirt coupled with the pressure of his fingers too good to resist.

“Well, I can’t get over how responsive you are, just look at you”, he whispered, licking your earlobe and softly nibbling on it as he began tweaking your nipples a little harder, your body shuddering as you tried to adjust to the constant stimulation, rubbing your feet against the bed as you kept on arching into him, wanting more of this, the shirt you had on irritating you enough that you brought your hand up to attempt to lift it up, Naruto temporarily stopping his pleasurable actions to help you.

Cupping your bare, supple mounds and kneading them once again. They were impossibly soft, Naruto very faintly moaning in the crook of your neck as he fondled them to his heart's content. “Will you do me a really big favour princess?”, he asks, tweaking your nipples once again, a bit harder than before, softly nibbling your neck when you moaned loud enough for him to hear you. “I love how easy it is to have you making those sweet sounds princess”. “Okayy”, you whimper, biting your lip to try to tame the noises you wanted to make.

“You know what else I love, making you cum, listening to your screaming and the feel of you pulling tugging on my hair and scratching me, even when I’m working, I can’t shake away the way you beg and plead for me”, he confessed, increasing the pressure he put on your nipples, leaving you barely able to stop constantly whimpering. This was just too easy for him. “ Just like that princess. Do you want to satisfy me?”, he asked, your eyes connecting with his, the neediest look in your face as you nodded your head. “Yes”, you whispered, Naruto smiling, leaning down to take you in for a kiss, his tongue finally penetrating your mouth, one hand leaving you nipple to wrap itself around your neck, keeping you in place as he wrestled your tongue with his, softly moaning with you when you began sucking on it, breaking away from you to gently nibble on your lips, tugging on your bottom lip before sucking it, you could seriously kiss him forever, you thought to yourself.

Breaking the kiss, always sucked, keeping your eyes closed in hopes that he’d lean back in to continue, but instead, he placed both his hands under your arms, swiftly scooting you up so you sat up a bit more, Naruto pulling you down with him as he leaned further into the pillows, his hands now working on removing your thong, easily slipping them off of you, one of his hands on your thigh, holding you open for him. Spitting on his fingers, he lowered them to begin rubbing circles on your clit, sliding his middle finger further down your folds only to realise how much of a soaking puddle you already were.

Lubing up his fingers with your slick, he began making those circles with just the pad of middle finger against your clit, managing to kiss you once again, his mouth never leaving yours this time, his middle finger working those circles before alternating to flicking your bud, quickly making you crumble, your body jerking in his hold as began to feel your first orgasm creep up on you, softly moaning into the kiss, his finger unceasing its actions on your now sensitive bean. You knew what was coming, breaking the kiss to look at Naruto. This part right after one orgasm subsided was always the hardest to take, but it was just your first orgasm, you could easily handle this. “Ohhh”, you moaned, trying to keep your eyes on his as the pleasure began to build up again, feeling your second orgasm quickly gain on you, Naruto never faltering from the slow circles then fast flicks, his eyes never leaving yours as your oragsm finally caught up with you, your hand rubbing his arm, trying to handle the pleasure you wanted to endure for him. To satisfy him.

Before your orgasm was even over, his middle finger penetrated you, quickly followed by his ring finger, making you scream in surprise, his fingers immediately working your g spot, a pleasure way different from what you felt on your clit building up deep inside of you, Naruto simply watching all the desperate facial expressions you made, thinking to himself…cute.

It didn’t take long for you to feel like you’d cum again, this orgasm much more intense than the first two, your hand grabbing his forearm. You wanted him to stop because you couldn’t bear the pressure, but you were also aware of the kind of pleasure you’d succumb to if he didn’t stop, but the closer you got to orgasm the harder it was for you to not push him away, deciding to grip onto his shirt instead, uncontrolled whimpers leaving your mouth when you orgasm finally hit you, small spurts erupting from your pussy as Naruto continued working his fingers against your gspot, making you scream, the pleasure now unbearable.

Even though you’ve been through more than this, it was still tough to take, screaming a little louder at his onslaught. You couldn’t control how much you gushed as Naruto continued to finger you, “There you go princess, just like that, good girl”, he praised you. You were physically unable to control yourself, jerking in his hold so much that he had to readjust you to hold you closer to him, his fingers never stopping even for a second. “Oh fuck!”, you cried out, screaming again when you came once more, Naruto’s pants growing wetter with each passing moment, only focusing on your beautiful face as you rode out every orgasm so well.

“Good girl, you’re doing such a good job princess”, Naruto said above your whimpers, finally removing his fingers from your pussy to slip out from under you, placing you on your back against the pillows, repositioning himself in between your legs, kissing and nibbling on your thighs as you got comfortable, enjoying the sounds of your soft whimpers as your slowly came down from that intense orgasm. “You doin okay?”, he asks, his lips spreading into a grin tamer than his usual wild one, reminding you that there really was nothing to be anxious about. As intimidating as it was to watch him prepare to make you cry, like he did the last time, his aura still held a bit if compassion. But last time he was really mean, you thought, your heart skipping a beat at the memory of those soul draining orgasms, biting your lip when he planted small kisses on your clit, patiently waiting for your answer.

“Yea…”, you answered softly, your brows furrowing in worry as he parted your lips with his thumbs. “Mmmhmm!”, you involuntarily moaned as he began flicking your overly exposed clit, the pad of his thumb rapidly moving back and forth, over the swollen little bean, your mouth hanging open as you immediately began panting hard, Naruto’s eye’s the darkest blue you’d ever seen them as he observed your beautiful face. “You’re too cute to resist princess, I could play around with you forever”, he casually spoke, that same grin still dressing his handsome face, making you feel all too vulnerable as the pleasure quickly built up.

Without thinking, you brought your hand in between your legs to grab his thumb, your clit so sensitive you wondered if you could actually go through with such direct stimulation. Gently grabbing your wrist, Nauto raised a brow at you, “Why are you stopping me?”, he asked, planting another kiss right on your clit. “Mmm! Nooo..it's a bit much”, you spoke ever so sweetly, hoping he’d understand. “Princess, do you wanna satisfy me?”, he asked, casually darting his tongue out to lick a trail between your folds, your hips slightly jerking. “Yeaa!”, you whined, tears stinging your eyes from the sheer intensity of the atmosphere. Naruto could tell you were already overwhelmed, smiling at just how adorable you were, the mere thought of him eating you out was too much for your head to handle. He wanted you bad.

“Then don’t stop me again”, he said, his face suddenly serious as he guided your hand to his head, the feel of his soft hair gracing your fingers once again, “Or else I’ll just have to tie you up, and devour you to my heart's content”, he said as he winked, your tummy twisting at the sight of the predatory way he eyed your clit, spreading your folds apart with this fingers once again, his warm mouth instantly sucking on the little bean, quickly letting go with a soft pop, his thumb returning to continue torturing your clit, the loud cry leaving your mouth encouraging him to alternating with his actions, the heat of his mouth sucking your clit and the rapid flicking of his thumb resulting in another instantaneous orgasm. Slamming your head back into the pillows, the pleasure was incredible, your brain short circuiting when he decided to keep his mouth on you, his hot tongue circling your clit while he sucked. How could you be aware of how hard you yanked on his hair or how hard you accidentally kicked the heel of your foot into his shoulder as he forced you to this level of pleasure.

One second you were screaming and the next you were breathless, returning to your screams as you zoned out for god knows how long, bringing your other hand to his head to pull his hair hard, hoping you could get a break, unable to utter a word through your loud moans. How the hell were you supposed to satisfy Naruto if all your orgasm were gonna be like this intense. “Naruto!”, you cried, your voice cracking as tears began flooding your eyes again. “Fuuuck!”

Naruto simply couldn't get enough, the pain of your fingers nearly ripping his hair out his head not phasing him one second as he continued to suck and lick on your clit, your entire body spasming and you weren’t sure if you were cumming again or if this was the same orgasm, Naruto finally letting go when your squirting almost drowned him, spraying all over his face before he quickly moved his head to the side, your opportunity to quickly shut your legs, cupping your pussy as your body still violently shook.

Naruto let you be, backing away to stand up and pull his sweats off, freeing his raging hard before crawling back to you, easily separating your legs apart to lay in between them. “Haha”, he chuckled, grabbing your wrists in each hand to pin them on the pillows on either side of you. “Hey, hey princess”, he softly called, planting kisses against your warm face, hushing you. “Shhh, baby, you did so well, its okay.”

Wiping the tears off your cheeks, he wouldn’t stop kissing you, letting go of your wrists to wrap his arms around you, forcing your arms as weak as they were to wrap around his neck, slowly but surely catching your breath again, your clit so sensitive you decided you’d bite him if he touched it again. “There you go princess…are you okay?”, he asked, his question muffled as he nuzzled your neck, but you could still hear him, slowly gaining all your senses again, your legs numb and your tummy tingling as the pleasure still deliciously embraced you. “Holy fuck”, you whimpered, your fingers running through Naruto’s hair once again, gently scratching his scalp to sooth yourself too, the heat of his naked body pressed against yours comforting.

“Damn…that was intense huh?”, he said, “Are you okay princess?”.

“Naruto”, you whispered, your throat tender from the screaming session you’d just endured. “I can’t handle that at all…fuck!”. “What?”, he asked, slightly lifting himself up to look at you. “But you took that like a champ baby? That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen…you were fucking amazing, I can tell you’re gonna get used to this in no time, or how else will you keep up with me?”, he spoke, brushing a braid out of your face before planting a kiss on your lips, moaning at how soft they were, melting between his own, only able to enjoy the kiss for a little while before breaking away,

“Shhh baby, you’re fine, you’re okay I promise”, he reassured you. He could still feel your body slightly shivering beneath him and you couldn’t help but whimper every now and then. Maybe he went too far. “God…Naruto you promised you’d be gentle”, you whined. If you had the strength to slap him on his arm you would, but you were totally spent. “Princess I was being gentle…and you did a really great job taking it…thank you, I’m really impressed…but I’m not quite satisfied”, he said, rubbing the tip of his dick between your folds, your pussy so messy he was confident he’d slip right in…even if it had been a week.

He knew it could be a bit of a squeeze sometimes, but with how drenched you already were, tonight might go smoother than other nights. “Naruto!”, you whimpered, “Yes princess?”, he said, his dick twitching at how needy you sounded, not sure if you were begging or whining. “Ohh my fuck!”, you gasped, moaning at the stretch of his tip slowly digging inside of you.Your hand quickly crawled under his arm to place your hand on his hip. Naruto knew you could barely handle him, excited to wipe away all your incoming tears. With how slippery and tight you felt around him, he was sure he was going to wreck you tonight. “Shit”, he moaned, pulling back to try again, eager to go a little deeper but he needed to take your comfort into consideration.

Penetrating you again, he managed to go halfway, quickly kissing you to swallow the sharp scream that followed, repeating the action, refraining from going any deeper than he already was, waiting for you to loosen up a bit more. You couldn’t help the stream of cuss words and moans that fell from your lips while Naruto slowly fucked you, steadily pumping himself in and out of you, careful to only go halfway, the curve of his dick allowing the tip to massage your g spot in the worst way for you, your fingers digging into his side to manage the electrical pulses of pleasure running though you with every stroke. “Goood!!”, you whimpered, Naruto’s blue eyes lost in yours as he kept to his sinister rhythm, smiling every time your eyes rolled or you swore, breathlessly panting his name.

It took everything in him to not go feral as he took in your every reaction, thrusting a little deeper with every passing second. You could barely breathe, Naruto’s hand reaching for your lower back to pull you closer, groaning into your neck as he tried to go deeper, your pussy clenching him so well it was his turn to start panting. He was so deep inside of you, you couldn’t help but push his hips with your hands, wondering when you’d finally go insane, squeezing your eyes shut and opening them again, throwing your head back into the pillows moaning so loud Naruto knew you were close, your thighs squeezing him tight, but that didn’t stop him from moving his hips in circles, alternating between pounding you and rotating his hips, your moans now desperate, needy cries as he purposefully kept you on edge, thrusting deep inside of you and holding it there when he thought you were about to bust.

“Narutooo! Please! Fuck”, you begged, chocking on your words as tears fell down the corner of your eyes. “Okay princess, should I go faster?”, he asked, the sound of his hips clapping against yours growing louder as he picked up the pace, his face only a few inches from you, whispering words that definitely pushed you over the edge. “I’m gonna make you cum so fuckin hard do you understand princess?”, he said, his voice so low and deep, seductive enough to speed up the process, his hips moving faster, his thrust a little harder as he drilled you.

He wasn’t sure if you were begging or pleading, your words incoherent as you got closer to where he wanted you, your legs shivering on either side of him. “Yea, I’ll fuckin make a mess out of my little princess huh?”, he teased, grinning to himself when you finally came, your cries so intense he felt like god for a minute, you made him feel so powerful, so wanted, your pussy pushing him out as you continued to gush all over him, Naruto quickly grabbing his dick to rub on it, trying to shove it back inside of you, but you came so hard he needed to wait a while, opting to lower himself and spread your legs open, his muscles flexing as he held your shaky self down, drinking up some of the liquid pouring out of you, slurping your poor little clit while at it, “noooo!”, you cried, Naruto greedily sucking on your clit, keeping you on this mind numbing high.

There wasn’t much you could do to stop it, your entire body involuntarily convulsing as your brain attempted to handle the pleasure. Finally leaving your clit alone, he came up with a satisfied sigh, as though he had just drank from the fountain of life, wiping his mouth before nestling himself between your legs once again, bring each shaky leg on top of his shoulder, lining himself with your sopping puss, biting his lip as he sunk most of length inside of you with a single thrust, his thumbs wiping the tears now freely falling down your cheeks.

“That was amazing princess, again okay?”, he softly said. “N-nooo Na- naruto, br-b-break!”, you begged, choking on your tears, as he continued to thrust inside of you. “Uh uh…not yet, but I promise I’ll give you your break, sweet thing, I’m so proud of you”, he said, amused by your current state. He was seriously having so much fun, his hips smacking yours as he went a little harder. “Na-Naruto!”, you begged, only stroking his ego as he took pleasure in fucking your limp body to his hearts content. “Yes baby, look at how pretty you are'', he said, wiping the drool from your mouth away, your moans ragged and choked, screaming when he changed his angle just a bit, hitting a spot inside of you that caused a reaction that even surprised him. “Damnit princess, you’re fucking squirting, its so good huh? It’s okay pretty girl, cum as much as you want, I'll help you, there you go”

Your eyes fluttered open in the dimly lit room. You didn’t remember falling asleep, shutting your eyes tight to gather your memories, the intense ache between your legs instantly reminding you of the fucking down you endured. Attempting to shift, you couldn’t at all, a heavy weight keeping you pinned down to the bed, the feel of hot kisses pressing against your cheek reminded you of Naruto’s presence. “Naruto”, you whispered. “Oh hey princess! Welcome back!”, he happily spoke. You remembered that Naruto had the best mattress your body had ever laid on, feeling like you were sinking into a cloud with his weight pressing into you. “What happened?”, you asked, your body so numb and relaxed, you knew you’d be getting the most heavenly sleep of your life soon. “You passed out on me princess…”. “What?”, you asked, and you remembered. Naruto was fucking you hard enough that the orgasm you had ended you, moaning at the memory, your pussy aching as though it missed housing him.

“Yea…it might of been a little too much for you to handle baby. But I’m still so proud of you…even though you kind of left me behind there hehe”. “You didn’t cum?’, you gasped. “Oh…I’m sorry baby”, you yawned, enjoying the warm kisses he bathed you in. “I’d offer you a blowjob but i don’t think I can actually move haha”. You’d never felt so sleepy, excited to finally call it a night. “Oh no princess, you don’t have to move at all, but you are going to come one more time for me”. You’re eyes shot open. “What!”, you gasped, was it even possible for you to cum again. “Well babe I’d still like to cum too…”, he said. “Oh my god Naruto”, you whimpered at the feel of his dick pressing into your entrance, your gasp turning into a moan, the stretch a bit more intense despite the previous fucking. You lay on your front now, your thighs press together as Naruto dived deep inside of you, one of his arms wrapped around your torso, his other hand wrapped around your neck, his mouth right beside your ear. “You can surely handle another orgasm for me yes?”. His question came across as a challenge. Will you ever get used to this? “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of my princess very well, but you need to take care of me too. Fair?”. “Yea”, you whimpered, his hips moving slowly, Naruto’s dick now sensitive, he felt like he would come quick, wondering if he should just go fast and hard to speed up his orgasm, and spare you any more of this. He immediately set to a fast pace, thrusting his hips hard at the feel of your walls kissing every inch of his dick, the hand around your neck now covering your mouth to silence your screams.

You couldn’t do much to alleviate yourself of the pleasure, having to take it head on with Naruto’s weight pinning you down. “Princess”, he moaned loud, sinking his teeth into your neck as he increased the pace, your stomach dropping as you felt yourself reach your peak, screaming into Naruto’s palm, your throat hurt. “Fuck baby, you’re so close, i can feel it, wait for me im almost there!”, he moaned, whimpering your name as his thighs began shivering. All you could do was continue to helplessly moan, Naruto letting go of your mouth to grip the pillow beside your head, and you honestly wondered if you could handle this pleasure any longer, your entire body growing tingly as you also neared your peak, the two of you screaming each others names in ecstasy as you both came hard, Naruto panting hard against your neck, “I fucking love you”, he said, so in the zone he didn’t realize what he had just said, and you were too flustered to think about it too much, whimpering into the pillow your face rested on. Pulling out of you, he decided to lay on top of you for a while, both your bodies still twitching as you calmed down. “You’re the fucking best y/n”, Naruto confessed, rubbing his cheek against yours as he wrapped his arms tighter around you. You couldn't help but giggle at how mushy Naruto was, deciding to join in this silly moment. Why not after all. “I missed you so much, thank you Naruto”, you smiled, Naruto showering your face with more warm kisses. “This might be too much to ask, but do you think you can stay up for a shower? I don't want this night to end so soon”, he asked, making you giggle. “I’m spending the night silly”, you reminded him. “Yeah but still, I wanna spend more time with you before we sleep…pretty please?”. “Okay then”, you sighed sarcastically. “Yass!!”, you heard Naruto exclaim, giggling once again before he began seriously attacking you with kisses. “Naruto!”, you laughed, unable to push him off of you because of your position. “Okay haha, i just can’t get enough of those giggles, I’ll go run the shower then”.

You didn't think it was possible but you felt even heavier after your shower, Naruto literally did all the work for both of you. You simply had zero energy left to do anything. “You need to recharge '', he said, recommending none other than ramen, which you couldn't say no to. You really only ate ramen when you were with him, so why not.

“So uhm…”, you began to speak, clearing your throat, “You said some stuff back then”. “Oh..yeah..that”, Naruto blushed, his cheeks turning pink when he remembered all the sweet talk from earlier on. “I meant it though”, he said, scratching the back of his head, a soft smile on his face while he held eye contact with you. “I've fallen for you princess…what do you think about that?”. “Well, I’d be lying if I told you I didn't feel the same way…I’m falling for you too”, you shyly responded, playing with the boiled egg in your ramen. “Well, I'm happier being around you”, Naruto added. “Maybe we can spend a little more time together you know…engaging in more than just sex”. “What do you mean?”, you wondered, not sure if he was asking you out or not. “I’d like to be your boyfriend”, he said, casually scarfing down some ramen, looking over at you when you didn't respond. “Please?”, he added, smiling when you giggled into your hand. “Yes, that sounds good…be my boyfriend”.

The confession of love between the two of you did not alter your relationship all that much, apart from how often the two of you spent time together, your friends nothing but happy for the two of you…

#naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto smut #naruto headcanons #naruto fanfiction #naruto lemons #commissions with Billie

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 7 months ago

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Avatar vs Antagonist switch up pt 6

Follow up from this

Wan, Yangchen, Kuruk: *all return* Korra: Have fun? Wan: It wasn't....too bad. Kyoshi: Yeah it shouldn't have been, you have 4 elements. Wan: What did you have? Kyoshi: Earthbending. Wan: That doesn't seem so ba- Kyoshi: Did I mention I SUCKED at earthbending? Wan: Well still- Kyoshi: And I was stranded on a fucking iceberg. Korra: Ok the whole "pulling up the seafloor" comment is making more sense now. Kyoshi: Yeah yeah, Chen did you get it out of your system? Yangchen: Inner peace. :) Kyoshi: Amazing, Kuruk? Kuruk: Bastard is going to wish he was in the Spirit Fog. Yangchen: I hate that fucking fog. Kuruk: You hate all spirits Yangchen. Korra: Great, now that the Szeto Survivor Squad is back, Aang go face Tarrlok, Amon, and the chi blockers now! Aang: Wait we still haven't figured out what to do with Hama on a Full Moon and Yakone! Or Mai and Ty Lee. Korra: I'm NOT facing Ty Lee. Yangchen: Korra, she's a nonbender. You can handle her. Korra: She's a chi blocker! I hate them! Yangchen: Then do what I do when I'm confronted with the things I hate. Korra: I'm not killing them. Yangchen: You can just knock them out if you don't want to go that far. But, c'mon, don't you want to relish in your victory? Wan: Sometimes, I wonder how you're a nun. Korra: NO! I refuse! Kyoshi, you take Mai and Ty Lee! Ty Lee even joins your warriors, it'll be like sifu vs student! Yangchen: I don't think that's a good idea, Kyoshi's at a disadvantage against Fire Nation Girls. ;) Kyoshi: ....... Yangchen: They might top you-I mean get the drop on you. ;) Kyoshi: ...... Yangchen: But you're used to being a botto- Kyoshi: I think Yangchen should take Hama and Yakone. Hell, give her Amon and Tarrlok while you're at it. Yangchen: What?! Kyoshi: I mean, if I'm going up against my biggest weakness, you should too. Yangchen: Weakness?! What weakness?! I don't have a weakness. Kyoshi, rolls eyes: You know, for me it's "Fire Nation girls." You? It's waterbenders. Korra: Wow Yangchen, I didn't know! Yangchen: She speaks lies, don't listen to her! Kyoshi: Denial is a river in Egypt. Yangchen: That-that doesn't even exist! Kyoshi: Oh woooooow, would you look at that? You made a whole new country and river suddenly manifest with all that denial you have going on. And I thought me making an island was a feat. Yangchen: Shut your mouth child! Kyoshi: What? Can't stand the heat when it's thrown at you? Well prove me wrong, take on the blood benders! Korra: Wait how did you know they were blood benders? You were both fighting at the time! Kyoshi: Yangchen told me. Yangchen: I have spies everywhere, you can't hide anything from me. Kyoshi: Just fight the damn blood benders! Yangchen: I'm not fighting the bloody blood benders! Kyoshi: What? Afraid of getting wet, Chen? Yangchen: *spluttering* Fine! FINE! I'll fight the damn bastards! Gimme Hama and Yakone! *storms off* Korra: Does that mean you're taking Ty Lee and Mai? Kyoshi: Psssh, hell no, Roku or Wan can have them. Korra: Well played, but man, the fight's going to be boring. Aang and Yangchen are probs just gonna Avatar State it away. Kyoshi, alarmed: Avatar Sta-Listen to me. Korra, when her fight's over I need to you to restrain Yangchen. Korra: What?! Why? Kyoshi: So I can hit her in the head with a really big rock. Korra: Wha-I'm not gonna do that, you could kill her! Kyoshi: I'm knocking her out actually. But, hey, if you don't like my plan, then you guys can deal with her. Korra: ....plan? What do you mean "plan"????? What do you mean "deal with??!" Kyoshi get back here! Kyoshi!

#avatar the last airbender #rise of kyoshi #shadow of kyoshi #legend of korra #chronicles of the avatar #dawn of yangchen #legacy of yangchen #kyoshi #wan #korra #kuruk #yangchen #atla #lok

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doodlegirl1998 · 1 year ago

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Look, I'm sorry, but Class 1-A had no excuse going after Izuku the way they did in the Dark Deku arc.

They knew Shigaraki held Izuku hostage at the mall. They knew (I think?) that Shigaraki directly targeted him during the war. They knew from the letter that the man who took control of Japan 100+ years ago was directly targeting him. So for them to act all surprised and upset that he ran off without telling them is just mind-blowing to me.

Then they let BAKUGOU take the lead in their little rescue mission and DO NOTHING as he bullies Izuku yet again. They see how physically and mentally beaten down Izuku is and don't respect that. If anything, Izuku should have called them out on this and ran off again.

Overall, this arc had so much potential in exploring Izuku's mentality (low to non-existent self esteem, self sacrificing tendancies, Imposter Syndrome regarding his spot at UA), but as always, it wound up being a fucking bust. Only All Might and the OFA users were actually worried about the ramifications of Izuku putting this burden on himself.

Hi @nutzgunray-lvt 👋,

The Dark Deku arc was one of THE BIGGEST personal let downs for me. After so long of feeling Meh about MHA at the beginning this arc (stupidly in retrospect) got my hopes up.

Was AFO going to be an actual threat again? Was he going to go after AM? Inko? Uraraka? (I actually thought Hori was building up to have AFO kill AM with how AM was shown caring for Izu this arc.)

Are we finally going to see more Izuku POV on everything? And shift focus back to him on what he thought of certain key events? I.e Hawks's actions surrounding Twices death, Dabi's reveal, Midnight's death (since this is the first person Izu knew to properly die could this have driven home stronger that more people he knew could easily die.)

Then instead of any of that we got Class 1A vs Izu shoehorned in as a shit finale and Bakugou leading the charge against him.

Anyone with a braincell should see this was a bad idea.

Anyone who cares for Izu should see that beating him down instead of approaching the situation with empathy is a bad idea.

Are we meant to believe Todoroki, Uraraka, Tsuyu or Iida are Ok with this? If they are... Am I meant to still believe they're Izuku's friends? Why are they not pushing back against Bkg's b.s? WTH Hori?!

In this situation, Izuku had every right to go completely apeshit on every member of Class 1A since this essentially mirrors Aldera - with Bakugou leading the charge AGAIN!

In fact I wish he did because Bakugou looked like he was having a swell time! Maybe that would have wiped the shit eating grin off Bakugou's face. Look at those grins and taunts, clearly reliving the glory days at Aldera, how I wanted Izuku to deck this bastard.

Right until his b.s Apology where he pulled out the manipulative fake remorse (without explaining the situation) and topped it off with "this won't change anything between us." With Izuku stood like a literal prop to listening to this silently, for the sole purpose of making Bakubitch look good, until he faints.

Woooooow.

Hori just hates Izuku doesn't he? What a way to fuck up an arc that actually should have focused on the MC for once. Instead of giving Izu any kind of focus or... Anything Hori brings him right back to Bakugou, his lifelong bully and abuser.

I hate this.

#Class 1a Critical #Mha Critical #bnha critical #anti bakugou #anti bakugou katsuki

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captain-is-king · 1 year ago

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okay i didn’t want to annoy anyone with a stream of consciousness live-blogging of the episodes which CAME OUT TONIGHT!!!!! AHHHHHH!!!!!!

so here are the notes i took while watching if anyone wants to scream with me please feel free to do so

EDIT: HOLY SHIT IM A FUCKING IDIOT CHRIS IS CHRIS RODRIGUEZ!!! I WASNT EXPECTING HIM THIS SOON IN THE SERIES AT ALL. oh god and percy being friends with him now makes the betrayal so much worse oh shit oh man.

episode one:

- blackjack was percy seeing through the mist oh my god

- MYTHOMAGIC

- THIGHTY WHITIES

- oh my god they just trade sandwich toppings. that is so cute what the fuck

- grover psychanalyzing people. yes. good.

- mrs. dodds scene was underwhelming but that’s okay (edit: fight choreo is absolutely phenomenal the rest of the time)

- i am GASPING out loud at grover telling the headmaster

- obviously he’s doing it because it’s not safe for percy

- but WOOOOOOW

- eddie! what a cameo lmao

- i like that sally appears to argue with gabe more but also i’m worried she isn’t going to fucking murder gabe. it’s important to me that she kills that guy.

- also upset that percy probably won’t say “i know gabe would like to offer everyone in this lovely city free appliances” at the end

- near the septic tanks interesting detail to include 👀

- percy judging so hard like “you’re telling me found jesus”

- oh interesting the mist is responsible for grover which honestly makes more sense than hiding it? like if the mist takes care of monsters why not satyrs

- boys? i’m actually 24 I LOVE HIM

- mythomagic as training is fun

- would’ve been cooler if he swore on the styx and there was thunder but that’s okay

- omg i didn’t even realize his rain jacket was actually red until now. SUCH a good detail

- good animation of the minotaur very good

- oh my god the fight was the same like i could SEE the words on the page as i was watching it

- HE MUST BE THE ONE

- i grinned like a FOOL through the whole credits they’re so beautiful oh my god

episode two reactions under the cut!!!! i loved episode one but i liked episode two EVEN MORE so i have a lot of things to say.

episode two:

- annabeth just watching percy sleep with her arms crossed. she would.

- YOU DROOL WHEN YOU SLEEP oh my god the way she says it is like. so calculating. i always pictured it like a flippant thing in the book but no she’s like. angry. like it’s a remark on his character and she will use this detail to take him down in battle and it’s perfect and funny

- oh my god he’s turning away so grover doesn’t see him crying. i feel like this is a detail in the book somewhere but now i can’t find it happening so maybe i’m just losing it

- ok so the big house is not what i ever pictured but it is gorgeous and i love this version of it

- the diet coke

- but did you?

- he’s starting with me

- excuse me your highness

- dad? yes peter. it’s percy. exactly

- the audacity of mr. d. i’m obsessed

- “why must you ruin everything”

- omg the owls

- oh the cabins are so cool

- like one thing i never was able to picture was how camp was laid out and i just am eating so well this is so fun to look at

- I KNOW WHAT YOURE GOING THROUGH he really does though doesn’t he FUCK now i’m emotionally

- holy shit juniper????

- LMAO okay definitely not juniper she looks much older

- council of cloven elders is so much spookier than i thought

- mmmmm grover figured it out interesting

- also apparently names don’t have power. i mean that is the stance in heroes of olympus they did not care about names. so i get it

- so like. this is kronos? looking like the grim reaper in percy’s dreams?

- ok honestly the lack of annabeth so far is very upsetting

- mmmm “glory” interesting, luke

- who is this spunky kid with the hair

- YES. YES WHEELCHAIR USING DEMIGOD YES!!!

- idk why but them just using lighters takes me out of it. but it made me laugh

- yesssss hephaestus kids my beloved

- spunky kid with the hair is chris. NOW WHO THE FUCK IS CHRIS

- holy shit this is so sad. percy alone in the woods burning his candy

- OH MY GOD FOR HIS MOM oh my god i’m not going to survive this episode

- “i think i’ve made some friends here”

- oh this is too much. it’s giving “good kid” energy from the musical

- YES angry percy. i always felt like the musical emphasized how like. angry and upset percy was at his dad. obviously it’s a huge plot point in the book but it feels like more apparent in the musical and i always LOVED that about the musical so of course i LOVE that it is being emphasized in the show as well

- if percy doesn’t cut off medusas head and mail it to olympus after this and trying so hard to get his dad’s attention it will be SUCH a letdown i have to say it i’m sorry

- good bathroom scene. GOOD bathroom scene.

- are you stalking me annabeth

- yes

- oh i’m so in love with her

- like we knew she’d be phneomenal. but we’d seen so little of her in promo stuff!!! and i HAVE BEEN WAITING SO LONG TO SEE MY GIRL!!!!! AND HERE SHE FUCKING IS!!!!!!

- also saying annabeth is the head of the athena cabin and seeing tiny little annabeth is SO. funny. like we all knew it was funny that a twelve year old was in charge but SEEING it makes it so painfully obvious

- “she’s my little sister”

- they call them forbidden kids that’s a little silly but that’s fine

- also i enjoy that they’re talking about thalia-luke-annabeth earlier

- BABY ANNABETH HIDING IN AN ALLEY. oh i hope we get to actually SEE this scene one day because i do love it so

- “can you ask her to knock it off.” obsessed.

- these waterfalls are SO. cool. the one thing the descriptions of camp were always missing. i love a waterfall

- the kid playing the war drums has me laughing out loud

- laughing OUT LOUD at percy. flossing and peeing and whistling

- oh my god a lizard. i would too.

- just laying down. picking at a leaf

- i just noticed he actually has vans. skater!percy lives

- GUESS ILL LOSE DESERT PRIVILEGES good book line so glad it’s in here

- the fight choreo is SO. GOOD

- “NOT BAD HERO” ALSO GOOD BOOK LINE

- you were here the whole time and you didn’t help me? yes. what is wrong with you!!

- oh i love her SO. much. i love them both so fucking much

- one of my FAVORITE lines is “poseidon, earthshaker stormbringer. hail perseus jackson son of the sea god” and i’m so glad we got it

- i like jason mantzoukas because, like that post about gene wilder, you can really believe he’d let those kids die

- also one of my favorite scenes is annabeth being invisible in the big house the whole time percy is being offered a quest and chiron is like “someone already offered to go with you” and annabeth takes her hat off to reveal she has been there the whole time. and it’s always been so funny to me but i don’t mind that the humor of it was still maintained in the scene after capture the flag being altered a little bit. and we still got “not bad hero”

- oh shit are we not getting the oracle. i guess it makes sense. it’s a lot of time when someone can just tell percy they think it’s hades but like. actually. BETRAYED BY ONE WHO CALLS YOU A FRIEND!! FAIL TO SAVE WHAT MATTERS MOST!! ITS KIND OF IMPORTANT and the oracle is like a very important plot point later

- I AM SALLY JACKSON’S SON. YOU TELL THEM

#percy jackson #percy series #annabeth chase #grover underwood #oh man i love them so much

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folliesoftheforest · 2 months ago

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Curses and Compassion

In which Shop learns more about the King, and the curse they gave her

"Are you ready to go?"

"Heh, usually I'm the one to ask you that…"

SD smiled warmly, ruffling Shop's hair gently, "This will be your first time around them where I don't have to worry about you, but… you seem quite worried."

"Hey, I've had a hard time adjusting! I'm just, thinking about what I would ask them, if I could…"

SD hummed as he took a seat next to Shop, lacing his fingers as he rested his arms on his lap.

"Hopefully you'd be able to get some answers… I'm sure it would be helpful for both of us, unless they're just coming out for a snack eh?" He nudged her with a smile and his best attempt at a joke, to which Shop gave her friend a side glance as she sighed and smiled, before she refocused on her fidgeting hands.

"Oh Shop..." SD started, offering an arm to drape around her, continuing when she leaned against him. "The only difference between last time and tonight is that you're going to be on a more even playing field than before, which is saying something, since you've been at this for a while and have gotten by fairly unscathed."

"Fairly-" Shop echoed as her mind drifted, thinking of the large scar emblazoned on her skin from her past adventures .

SD exhaled, leaning over to give Shop an encouraging kiss on the crown of her head. "You know it could be a lot worse; you're a strong young woman, and I have no doubts that you're more than capable of managing yourself out there, you've done it time and time again, curse or no curse."

The encouragement proved effective when Shop couldn't help the more genuine smile that spread across her face, though she was quick to bury it into SD's side, breathing in the familiar scents of coffee and clean linen to help calm her nerves.

"Thanks SD… I'm sorry I'm getting so frazzled…" she mumbled into him.

"You don't have to apologize, you know that," SD started, stroking Shop's dense hair for a moment before he looked at the wall clock.

"Things have changed for you, and it'll take time before we fully understand it. You're doing what you can and that's something to be proud of." He took a deep breath to signal for Shop to sit back up, his smile widening just a bit at her rosy cheeks. "We should get going now though, if we want to get to the usual place."

"Right, right," Shop sniffed. "You good to drive us?"

"Woooooow, letting me take the wheel? You really have changed haven't you?" SD snarked, chuckling when Shop jabbed his side playfully before he stood up with a stretch, stepping away to let Shop grab their bags while he got the car running.

On the car ride, Shop stared out the window, watching the buildings and suburbs slowly fade as SD drove away from the city, and towards the woods. She'd watch as her skin occasionally crawled and started to shift before it returned to normal as they happened to skirt around hotspots, reminding her to think over her questions when she had no choice but to follow the King if she wanted any chance of keeping up, and hopefully, staying safe.

The most blaring question to her was why the King seemed so, feral, on normal nights, as compared to the court session. Shop had her hypotheses, but she figured it would have been better to get it from the horse's mouth, so to speak. Shop was deep in thought when the car stopped, only snapping out of her thoughts when SD gently nudged her, startling her.

"Hey, hey, it's alright, you were lost in thought again, come on, we have to get moving." SD consoled, holding up his hands.

Shop stared for a moment at the way his beard had already begun to fill out, along with how his teeth and nails had begun to lengthen and sharpen. She rubbed her face quickly, trying to ignore the feeling of her skin crawling. "Right, right, sorry SD…"

Shop didn't wait for a response before she hopped out of the car, grabbing her bag from the trunk. The sun had already begun to sink beyond the horizon, illuminating the woods in warm sunset tones. She stopped again, taking in the scenery before she realized how much heavier the bag had gotten from before, the difference becoming more apparent when SD stepped up to the trunk to grab his gear, pausing when he also realized what was happening, and how little time they had before he wouldn't be able to talk with her.

So, SD took up his bag and hid it close to the car, talking aloud to get Shop's attention. "Come on, let's leave our stuff here and get going." He directed, exhaling when Shop shuffled close. He turned to give her a quick smile, pausing when he realized her eyes were turning yellow, much like his own were, as Shop would quickly notice.

The pair stared at each other for a moment before Shop sheepishly smiled with a small chuckle, rubbing her increasingly itchy arms as she gestured to the woods ahead. "I'll uh, see you on the other side, I guess?"

SD gave Shop a pat before he began to step away from her to give himself space, his voice already turning gruff as changes began to pick up speed. "You've got this." He managed to get out before scaly scoots began to sprout from his back, reminding him to try to take off his clothes before they turned to shreds. He managed to toss his clothes and glasses to Shop, who curiously did not seem to be having the same issue as she transformed, though she nearly dropped everything on the ground when she realized she was sprouting feathers, each quill quickly growing as her frame continued to dwindle in the presence of the King.

The transformation slowed the further away Shop trudged from where the King was 'waking up', so she was quick to place SD's clothes on his bag before hobbling back towards the low snarling and growling, all while she herself painlessly changed. With eyes locked in the direction of the rustling trees and bushes, Shop hardly noticed any other changes beyond her body feeling a bit itchy, and her perspective shifting, until she stopped at the natural barrier of the underbrush, much too thick for her to pass through.

She inhaled, ruffling soft, patterned feathers before she fully snapped back to reality. 'What the-' she thought to herself, picking up large, rounded wings, dusted with dirt from dragging on the ground.

She twirled around herself in a hop, quickly putting together that her eyes were locked in place, compensated by how far her neck could now turn, helping her look down at two odd, fuzzy little feet, each toe ending in a sharp talon.

"Am I? Am I a fucking owl?!" Shop quickly deduced, perking up when she heard the great beast ahead of her stand up and begin to walk away. 'No no no! I don't know how to fly!!' She thought to herself as she tried to brute force her way through the bramble to get close to the King. She had no idea how far or close she had to be to stay in her current form, but she figured this was no time to experiment.

Using her beak and talons to push through, Shop made her way through eventually, but the hulking beast already lumbered away with a healthy head start; it stopped and looked back when Shop had fallen out of the bush, twigs and leaves entangled in her feathers. She froze, eyes wide as she laid helplessly on the leaf litter, but the King simply snorted with a shake of its head before walking off, presumably to find a meal.

"H-hey!! Wait!!" Shop screeched, trying to pick herself up by using her wings as she would her arms before doing her best to run after the creature. Her wings flopped awkwardly at her sides, occasionally catching the small breezes that managed to make their way down to the forest floor, lifting Shop up ever so slightly. This surprised Shop, enticing her curiosity. She paused, opening her wings as far as she dared before pumping them up and down, trying to understand how takeoff would work. She crouched down and pushed herself upward with her feet, internally exclaiming as she flapped in the air for a moment before falling back down to the earth with a thud.

"Fucking hell-" She hissed, rolling back onto her belly to push herself back up, deciding to walk until she had a moment to figure out this whole flying business. Luckily she had no problem relocating her target, as all she had to do was follow the trail of flattened debris the King left behind. Shop took the time spent walking to practice flapping, soon getting into a good rhythm and gaining lengthier hops.

"Come on, come on!" Shop urged, knowing that it would be easier to follow the King from above than the ground. Eventually she decided to try for a running take off in a more open trail, arching her wings in preparation. She ran as best as her feet would carry her until she could feel the wind under her feathers, and then kicked off the ground, pumping her wings downward and launching her into the air, where she hung for a moment in shock before beginning to fall back down,

'Shit shit shit!!' She thought as she started to swing her wings wildly; finally, she managed to pump them in a bit of circular pattern, enough at least to stabilize her, 'Ah ha!! Yes-!' There was no time to celebrate for Shop as she faltered, however, as she propelled herself upper and upward. She managed to crash land onto a branch, shaking any remaining debris out of her feathers before looking and listening for her charge.

"There you are…" she cooed, locating the continued trail of flattened plant matter, accented by the occasional colonies of fungi and sprouts. Shop instinctively shook out her tail feathers and opened her wings before pushing off the branch, going into an easy glide as she did her best to land on another branch that sat above the trail, the action becoming easier the more she did it.

Eventually she did catch up, feeling better in this form as she glided over the King, who was now hunched over a fresh kill, this time, an unlucky stag. Curiosity got the best of Shop when the beast sat back on its haunches to clean its paws, all manner of fungi and vines making quick work of the finished meal. The owl swooped in, aiming for the antlers that sat on the King's crown. She made it to her target fairly easily, though the constant movement did make it a bit hard to stay on.

"Hah!! I did it!"

"You certainly took your time, little beast." A voice responded with a rumble, spooking Shop as it resounded in her mind.

"You CAN talk!" She exclaimed, leaning forward and down to try to look the King in the eye.

"Why couldn't I ever understand you? You always seem, feral, when you take over my friend's body, I mean." Shop wasted no time when she realized she could actually ask her questions, hopping back momentarily when a giant bear paw came swiping to scratch an itch behind the King's ear.

"I could always speak. You simply did not have the means to understand." It started as it fell back onto all fours and continued when it felt Shop settle back down on its antler. "Though truthfully, I still do require ample sustenance, regardless of the situation. Hunting is the only way I see fit."

"Hmph, well you seemed much more civil when you dragged us into your little faerie court session." Shop snarked, ruffling her feathers.

The King huffed as it began to walk, seemingly without direction, "I am surprised you are not more grateful, your fate could have been far worse under any other circumstances."

"GRATEFUL?!" Shop screeched, pushing herself off the King to land on the ground, feathers raised defensively. "LIKE I'D BE THANKFUL FOR GETTING TURNED INTO RANDOM SHIT WHENEVER I COME NEAR ANY MAGICAL FAERIE HOCUS POCUS BULLSHIT!! AT LEAST SD HAS THE COURTESY OF TURNING INTO YOU ON A DAMN CONSISTENT SCHEDULE!!" Shop cried, her month's worth of anger boiling over, forgoing any censoring to her words.

The King stood in front of the owl, unfazed by her outburst. "Are you done? " It asked plainly as it stepped past Shop. "I was fully prepared to give you the answers you seek, but now, your ungrateful little outburst here has me wondering if I should just end you and your whining instead."

It growled as its tone turned grim, promptly shutting down Shop's anger into quiet seething.

She did her best to fly up again as the King continued to walk, landing on its back. She tried to make sense of where they were or where they were going, but couldn't piece anything together. With the silence crushing, Shop decided to speak up again. "I'm… sorry, for getting so angry… I just, I feel-"

"Trapped."

"Y-yeah… how do you-"

"Has it ever occurred to you that you and your friend may not be the only ones roped into situations they had not planned to be a part of?"

The question stumped Shop, who took a moment before she clambered back up to the King's antlers before pressing further. "You mean… you didn't mean to possess my friend?"

"I don't think I was meant to be reawoken so early, let alone bound to a human."

"What do you mean, 'RE-awoken'?..." Shop grew worried when she didn't receive a response; she made sure to grip tighter on her perch as the King began to move into a bit of a trot, bouncing a bit. Soon the two came upon a river, where the King paused to address Shop.

"You would do good to test your grip and hold on, lest you be lost out here." Shop silently complied, shuffling to readjust said grip before the King stepped down into the water, swimming with the current.

Occasionally water would splash up and onto Shop, who would shake it off instinctively as she again tried to make sense of where they were going, often looking back behind them and wondering how far away they were going from where she and SD had parked. Eventually, Shop came back to the present when she felt her ride climb back up onto solid ground, shaking her and the water off its body. Shop squawked in surprise before she maneuvered herself onto a tree branch, looking down at the King. "A little warning would've been nice there!"

"Oh please," the King began with a huff, "you could do with the practice; come, we aren't far now."

Shop once again puffed up as the King took off in a lazy trot, shaking her feathers down before taking off, following closely overhead as she got more and more daring with her glides, evening attempting full flight on a few occasions, diving close to the creature below her.

"Hey, so… I know I have to get away from you or whatever, but, how far do I have to be before I start, y'know, turning back to normal?" Shop had decided to ask from overhead on a branch when the two had stopped, after the King had downed another deer to feast on.

"Truthfully, it depends on the strength of the source you are near," it began before breaking through some bones with its maw, a sight that both horrified and intrigued Shop as the carcass quickly produced fungi and small plants where the King had finished up.

"After that, you will remain in whatever form you had taken for a certain amount of time after leaving its influence, dependent again, on the strength and size of the source."

"Well that just sounds vague as all hell, but I guess that makes sense." Shop resigned, opening a wing to look over her feathers with a small sigh. The King looked up at the owl for a moment before it reached down to its kill, ripping up a small chuck of meat and setting down beside itself.

"Come down and eat, it will be a long night." Shop perked up at the offer, but grimaced in her own owly way when she saw the bloody mass on the ground.

"Are you sure I can uh, eat that?"

"Is animal flesh not what owls eat?"

"It is, it is, just uh, well I dunno if this is what they would eat in particular, and, well, I'm not ACTUALLY an owl-"

"You are currently."

"But what if I get sick!"

The King, growing a bit agitated with Shop's hesitation, snapped its jaws at her, "If I had wanted to cause you harm I would have done so a long time ago, now either eat or we can continue on."

Shop sunk back a bit before hesitantly coming down from her branch, landing a few feet away from the creature to test the waters before walking up to the offered meat. She bobbed her head a few times, trying to see how she could pick up the mass before deciding to just go for it, taking a few tries before she got the wet lump trapped in her beak, tossing her head back to down the food in a single gulp.

After feeling the unorthodox meal settle in her stomach, Shop cautiously looked up to the King as it glared down at her, taking a few steps back away from it as it stepped forward to lead the way again.

Shop ran behind before she pushed herself off the ground again, once more landing on the creature's back as it walked on, soon coming into a small clearing that contained several massive trees, all arranged in a curiously circular fashion. Small clumps of mushrooms littered the area in seemingly random fashion, but as Shop looked up to try and see where the canopy began, she realized there were hundreds, if not thousands of colonies of fungi and mosses all throughout each tree's trunk, with some even appearing to be growing from inside the trees, rather than just on top of the outer bark. Enamored, Shop took off from the King, flying up to the trunks and circling the entirety of the ring. Then, something clicked, "is this?..."

"Where he found me? Yes." The King answered expectantly. "I brought you here to give you answers. That is what you wanted, no?"

Shop came back down to the King in a silent flutter, staying back as it walked into the center of the trees, laying down in the lush grass with a huff, watching as Shop hesitated at the edge of the trees.

"You are smart to be suspicious, but I promise that you are safe." The King beckoned, crossing its paws in satisfaction when Shop finally stepped into the center and jaunted up to the King, planting herself a little ways away from it so she wouldn't have to strain her neck to look up at it. "So… let's hear it then. What happened here? Why did you just happen to take over my friend?" Shop inquired.

"I was not meant to 'take him over'." The King sighed as it began. "I do not believe anyone was meant to find this place at all. How he stumbled across here is a mystery, even to myself."

"How did you end up here?..." Shop asked with curiosity.

"It was so long ago… my territory, my kingdom, you might say, was so much more vast than it is now… but, man came along, and began to cut down my woods, burn them down, destroying everything in their path…" the King's ears drooped as it recalled the events. "I remember being much, MUCH stronger then. I could command that which populated my domain, the very earth beneath us obeyed my every beck and call. I remember, I fought valiantly against man, pushing him back as much as I could to protect my woods, but…"

"But..." Shop asked, "What happened?..."

"They continued to come back. They kept, evolving, creating new ways to rip and to tear, to destroy everything I fought so hard to protect. Finally, one day, after destroying more wretched tools of destruction, I received word that the humans had been in contact with a witch, who gave them even more tools and weapons to push me back." The beast growled at the memory, its claws digging into the ground. "I knew I had to end them there, before they became an unmanageable blight on my forests, but… they were prepared. They shot me down with guns and blades, chasing me into the deepest recesses of my woods, destroying it all the while… this place… this is where I died." The King admitted somberly. "I suspect my surviving court must have blessed my resting place so that I might be able to return one day… although I cannot say it could ever be expected for myself to come back to my former glory, especially not while attached to a human of all things, let alone the state of my woods…" the King drifted off, lost in thought as it stared into nothingness, as it did, it snarled, becoming angered. "How ironic it is that man is the plague I spent so long fighting, only to end up being bound to one. It is BELITTLING, DEGRADING, HUMILIATING when one has already lost everything!"

Shop simply sat in somber awe, her heart going out for the beast, even if she knew she couldn't wholly understand the gravity of their plight. Deciding to rip the metaphorical bandage off, Shop asked, "Why did you spare me?"

"What?" The King seemed taken aback by the question.

"Well, you obviously hate humans, and with good reason, but you decided to spare me, on multiple occasions I might add," Shop stated, very matter of factly. "Why would you do that?"

The King sat puzzled by the question, genuinely questioning why it had done it, relaxing its body before answering. "I, cannot answer you for sure… but I may have a few, insights. Admittedly, when I first awoke, I was filled with rage and anger, hungry for revenge. But I was weak, and quickly fell into, I suppose, a coma, of sorts; that very well may be how your friend has been able to remain as he has, although I cannot say for sure… At first, I would attempt to, eradicate him, but, over time, I believe some of his essence began to flow into myself… I began to learn about this new world, about you, through his eyes… You have a tenacity and loyalty to him that is most admirable; you are, a good friend." It cracked a toothy smile and chuckled as it added, "and you made no attempt to be rid of me, for which I am grateful."

Shop ruffled her feathers, flattered by the unorthodox compliments. She dared to step closer, more questions at the ready. "Ok, well, I know you said you to appease the Court by doing THIS-" she opened her wings to gesture to herself, "to me, but why? I've had to avoid so many places because I keep nearly turning into, things, in public!"

The King seemed quite surprised at Shop's complaint, raising a paw to briefly scratch at its mane. "Well that is most certainly odd, you should have no issues with siphoning energy away in your human towns. Most faerie activity is out in the woods or around creatures and wells of great power…"

Shop stopped to think for a moment, trying to piece together thoughts. "Right… but uh, how long were you, ya'know, dead?"

"I've lost track of the time, but I suppose it must have been, say, 200 human years ago now?" It clicked for the King as it mentioned the passage of time, its eyes widening in worry. "They…they have torn down more of my forests in that time, haven't they?..."

"Yeah… but what's left is all protected space now! But… a lot of the land around here is all now, like, shopping centers and housing complexes for people…" Shop admitted, sinking back in case of an aggressive outburst, but it never came. The King simply laid down its head onto the soft wild grass with a sigh.

"If you are changing in response to inconspicuous places, that must mean that there are many fae living amongst you. It would not surprise me in the slightest if they had all adapted while I was gone…"

Shop hopped over to the King's head, cocking her head to the side as she hoped to soften the blow it must have been taking from the revelation. "Well, if you think about it, you've adapted too, albeit more forcefully… but, all things considered, you haven't really inconvenienced my friend TOO too much-" Shop hopped back and ruffled her feathers when the King chuckled with a warm growl, lifting its head a bit to address her.

"I can see why he is so fond of you… But, I suppose you are, correct in that sense…" It paused to mull over what she had said, lowering its head to Shop's level to more genuinely speak to her. "I apologize, for your newfound difficulties… You have proven that not ALL humans are the monsters they always claim my kind to be, but, unfortunately, what's done is done… I cannot undo what has been done to you, much in the same way that there is nothing to be done for your friend and myself. I am, sorry."

Shop froze, going through a whirlwind of emotion all at once. All she could manage to get out in her shock was, "There's really nothing?..." The King sat silent and unmoving. "Ah… ok, alright… that's alright, I'll manage, I can manage…" she muttered aloud as she unknowingly trembled, quivering as her muscles all seemed to lock in place. This was not without notice from the King, who wordlessly moved out a paw around Shop, dragging her close for an awkward, but well meaning hug, sitting in place until it felt her relax, to which it removed itself from her to stretch, sniffing the air briefly.

"We had best get moving again if we want to return to where you came from. Come, it's been a long night for us both." The King waited for Shop to come back to, shaking the leaf litter from her wings and tail.

"Right, right, of course, I'm coming…" She replied, flying up to her perch on the King's antler before it began the journey back upriver and through the woods, both quiet the entire time.

Eventually, they finally came upon the car, with everything still in its place as when the night started.

Shop took off from her perch to the roof of the car, allowing the King to sit up and be eye to eye with the owl as the sky began to lighten.

"I can imagine, how terrified you must be," the King began, unprompted. "But please know this; both I, and him, are grateful for your company. And for that, I thank you."

Shop turned from watching the sky to the creature beside her, bowing her head to it. "I do what I can, I'm glad I can be of some help to you both..."

The King respectfully returned the bow before settling down beside the car and Shop, letting out one final exhale before closing its eyes, letting itself drift off into its weeks-long slumber. Shop figured she would try to make herself useful in the time before SD came back, and fluttered to the ground, half running, half hopping towards where they had stashed SD's bag.

Between attempting to pick up clothes and open a zipper pocket with her beak, Shop found herself growing more sluggish, signaling to her just how exhausted she was after the night's events. On the other side of the car, SD finally sat up in the early morning light, groggy but awake. He massaged his aching head and rubbed the exhaustion from his eyes, his body going into autopilot as he picked up the shedded antlers that were by his side, trudging barefoot to the spot he had stuffed his bag into. What he wasn't expecting was a quite sizable owl attempting to peck at his bag, which paused to look up at him, but quickly returned to its task, to which he simply stood there for a moment before trying to shoo it away, his voice dry and raspy.

"H-hey!" Shop squawked when his hands came down near her. "I was trying to open that for you!"

SD stopped when he heard the owl screech, but could also hear Shop's voice echo in his head. His sleepy mind put two and two together and he groaned, rubbing his face more.

"Oh my god, Shop, you're an… you're an owl?... W-why are you an owl?..." He tried to deduce the situation as Shop stepped back to allow SD access to his bag, grabbing fresh clothes as she gingerly picked up his glasses for him in her beak from the other pile of clothes set aside the bag. "Yeah uh, I guess that was what was most convenient this time around… I'll have to tell you about everything when we *yawn* get back to the house…"

Shop shook off her exhaustion as SD finished putting on clothes, taking the glasses from her before looking his friend up and down and putting his hands on his hips. "I think what you meant to say was 'after you get in a nap', you must be exhausted if you were up the entire night... Come on, you get in the car, I'll pack our stuff up, ok?"

There was no argument from Shop as SD unlocked the car door and left it open, watching as she hobbled over and flapped hard a few times to get herself in the seat. He couldn't help the little chuckle of disbelief that escaped his lips before he went back to the bags, tossing them haphazardly into the trunk before coming over to close the passenger side door, and then going to sit down in the driver's seat.

"Alright, let's get going-" SD stopped when he looked over and Shop was already fast asleep, nothing more than a pile of feathers that had already started to shift, her growing form slowly rising and falling with every little breath she took. SD smiled warmly at the sight, unable to resist the opportunity to reach down and give her a soothing pet, starting from her crest and down to her back, doing so a few times before he finally started the car and drove the pair home, having to stop himself more than once from taking his eyes off the road to check on the sleeping creature, especially as she started to look more and more human again, until she was uncomfortably curled up in the passenger seat.

SD made sure to keep in mind how long it took Shop to turn back, in case she wanted to know, and sure enough, she was very curious to find out, and happy to fill SD in on everything he had missed that night, after a well earned nap, of course.

#my writing #original story #original character #transformation #monster #sd #the king #shop #g/t #giant tiny #techincally gt #also hi hello i totally forgot about this installment #the NEXT story is the first borrower one lol #but i hope you enjoy this lore dump!

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