#also how did she even find her? did she just stumble upon her? or did she maybe... acquire her from someone else?
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Frida Big Mama's Assistant!
I kinda wonder how she of all people ended up working for Big Mama... I guess it could just be a coincidence but... well, we all know how Big Mama is... and spiderwebs can be so very tricky to escape once you've been snared
original Rise August prompt list by @sariphantom :)
#rottmnt#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise august 2024#rise august art challenge#rise august#big mamas assistant#rottmnt big mamas assistant#rise frida#rottmnt frida#rottmnt fanart#save rottmnt#save rise of the tmnt#save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#unpause rottmnt#unpause rise of the tmnt#unpause rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#artists on tumblr#my art#art#illustration#doodles#mint draws#kinda scribbly again but fun :)#i really like using color combinations like this one :)#having confirmed that she is one of the boys missing siblings is really neat but now iâm even more curious :p#does big mama know who exactly she has under her control?#considering the whole situation with lou it might very well be the reason why she took her in in the first place#maybe lou got away but she gets to keep his daughter#also how did she even find her? did she just stumble upon her? or did she maybe... acquire her from someone else?
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âFerrari in a junkyardâ: Mules sold at auction are rare, endangered horses
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https://washingtonpost.com/climate-environment/2024/08/09/przewalskis-horses-rescued-dna-shrek-fiona/
Hannah Huckabay regularly combs livestock auctions online for horses she can rehabilitate and train at her Colorado ranch. But when she saw a video in February of a mule for sale in Kansas, she could hardly believe what she was seeing.
The stocky animalâs short black mane shot straight up like a mohawk, and its white belly stood out against its tan coat. As it nervously paced in its corral, Huckabay said it bore a striking resemblance to Przewalskiâs horse, a critically endangered species sheâd learned about while studying equine science.
âI was like, âThere is no way. That is not a mule,ââ Huckabay recalled thinking. âThatâs a purebred Przewalski.â
Such a find would be incredibly rare. Once extinct in the wild, around 2,500 Przewalskiâs horses remained worldwide as of 2022. Theyâre native to Mongolia and in June, seven were reintroduced to nearby Kazakhstan as part of an effort to return them to their natural habitats. They are the only truly wild horse remaining (mustangs are feral horses).
But scientists say Huckabayâs hunch appears to be correct. Hair samples from the animal Huckabay purchased - along with a second horse recently surrendered at a Utah sanctuary - were sent to Texas A&M Universityâs animal genetics lab. Both appear to be Przewalskiâs horses, said Rytis Juras, the genetics labâs director who tested both samples.
The hair test looks for genetic markers associated with different horse breeds to determine an animalâs likely ancestry. Unequivocally confirming that the horses are purebred Przewalskiâs and not hybrids would require advanced blood tests that are expensive and would mean sedating the equines.
The blood tests look at the number of chromosomes in a horseâs cells - 66 in a purebred Przewalski, versus 64 in a common horse or 62 in a donkey. An even more advanced version could sequence the horseâs entire genome.
But Juras and two other scientists who reviewed the findings said the hair-test results are reliable.
âIf I would have gotten it from a zoo ⊠that would be one thing,â Juras said of receiving the samples. But two random tests with Przewalskiâs results were âsurprising and a little bit disturbing,â he said. âThis is weird.â
How the horse Huckabay found - and the second in Utah - ended up in livestock auctions is a mystery, said Christopher Faulk, a professor of animal science at the University of Minnesota who has studied Przewalskiâs horse genetics and also reviewed the DNA results.
âSomeone had to have known what they were, they donât just appear out of anywhere,â Faulk told The Post. âEspecially to have been disposed of in that way is even weirder,â he said, since livestock that arenât purchased at auction can end up in slaughterhouses.
âThatâs like finding a Ferrari in a junkyard,â he added.
Huckabay bought the animal for $1,375 in February and, after three weeks in quarantine, the ragged and underweight animal sold as a mule arrived at her ranch outside Denver.
Seeing its features in-person left her even more convinced it was a Przewalskiâs horse, she said. With a large clunky head and stiff black mane, her daughter said the horse was so ugly, he was cute, Huckabay recalled. They named him Shrek, after DreamWorksâs beloved ogre.
After almost two months of helping Shrek acclimate, Huckabayâs daughter stumbled upon a video posted on June 9 from a sanctuary in Utah.
âDid we just have a Przewalski mare surrendered?!â the caption read.
Kelsey and Gunnar Bjorklund - who own the Lazy B Equine Rescue and Sanctuary in Utah - suspected their mare was also a Przewalski. But they had no idea there was a second possible Przewalski, saved from another auction.
The Bjorklundsâ horse was brought to their facility after being purchased for $35 in January at an auction in Utah, where she was advertised as a mule.
âIt takes more money to get your nails done,â Kelsey said, adding that her previous owner decided to surrender the mare after she flunked out of a professional training program.
When the horse arrived and was unloaded from the trailer, âwe were just in shock,â Gunnar said. It was clear the animal wasnât a mule or a mustang, he said.
âAnyone getting possible Przewalski vibes!?â the Bjorklunds posted. âA true wild, endangered species of equineâŒïž How cool would that be!â
In response to seeing the Bjorklundsâ viral video, Huckabayâs daughter posted her own videos of Shrek two days later. One got over 11 million views.
After coming across Shrekâs video, it was easy for the Bjorklunds to settle on a name for their mystery horse - Fiona, the princess-heroine from the Shrek movies.
The rescuers were stunned that two possible Przewalskiâs horses could have surfaced almost simultaneously. The Endangered Species Act allows private ownership of endangered animals, but only with a permit, and under strict stipulations. The law prohibits the possession of illegally obtained endangered animals or their transport across state lines without permits.
The U.S. Fish and Wildlife Service declined to comment on whether officials are investigating the horsesâ chain of custody.
Some livestock auctions have occasionally served as hubs for illicit trade in exotic animal species.
Because most Przewalskiâs horses descend from only about a dozen surviving individuals, scientists closely manage breeding genetics for diversity. Compared to the feral mustang, Przewalskiâs are more resilient, said Dolores Reed, a biologist who helps oversee a small herd of the endangered horses at the Smithsonianâs National Zoo and Conservation Biology Institute. Przewalskiâs horses are built for the Mongolian steppeâs harsh climate, she said, adding, âtheyâre very tough,â and can be unpredictable.
There are about 100 Przewalskiâs horses in U.S. zoos, Reed said.
Shrek and Fiona are adjusting to their new environments, their owners said. After keeping his distance from people and trotting in circles in his pen while stressed, Shrek has relaxed and moved to a larger field. He has bonded with two gentle mares and while he wonât accept treats from peopleâs hands, he loves when apples and carrots are left in his feed bucket, Huckabay said.
âHeâs very piggy,â she said.
In Utah, Fiona has put on weight and made friends with a miniature mule and a quarter horse filly at the Bjorklundsâ sanctuary.
The rescuers wonder what wouldâve happened if Shrek and Fiona hadnât been saved. The endangered animals mightâve been sent to slaughter âand nobody would have known about it,â Gunnar said.
Huckabay and the Bjorklunds plan to care for the horses as long as needed, but said theyâd prefer to see their rescued Przewalskiâs move to a professional conservation program.
Shrek is happy on the ranch, but Huckabay said sheâd rather see him with âa herd of his own.â
âThat would be the best-case scenario,â she said.
#this is fucking insane#Przewalskiâs horses#Przewalskiâs horse#horses#colorado#animal protection#animal welfare#science#environment#nature#animals#usa#long post
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after midnight | carmen berzatto x reader
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summary: chicago is expensive, okay? so you pick up a job outside of the restaurant which just so happens to involve your camera. everything's fine until richie stumbles upon the website and shares it with camry.
contents: perv!carmy, male & female masturbation, sex toys, dirty talk, cam sex, slight dub-con kinda if you look for it. carmyâs honestly a wreck. mentions of unprotected sex, choking, oral sex, overstimulation. please note!! no formal intercourse takes place yet but it's cuming coming but ya girl wants a slow burn
reader description: she/her pronouns, there is semi a hair scene but i use no real descriptors so still vague!
word count: basically 3.9k
author notes: first fic in a year baby and boy did i lose the plot!! filth!! also i sure love saying fuck in this so enjoy that
part two
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Richieâs voice is annoying. It echos, ricochets off the walls, and canât be contained by even the highest quality of sound proofing. Which is why, at 8 in the morning, Carmenâs already considering having to take Excedrin as Richie bursts through the doors.Â
âCarmy, Cousin, youâre never gonna fuckinâ believe what I found last night.â Heâs out of breath after running in, fumbling around with his phone in a rush to pull something up. Heâd spent all night contemplating if he texted Carmen or waited to show him in person. Ultimately the urge to see his reaction won but that didnât stop Richie from waking up before his alarm out of excitement. âListen, weâre both grown ass men so Iâm gonna say it -â heâs glancing around to make sure theyâre alone, â- So Iâm laying there and jerkinâ my shit, right?âÂ
Carmenâs wincing, pinching the bridge of his nose and contemplating every decision that brought him back to Chicago.Â
âDude, fuck off. I donât wanna hear -â Richie tsks, cutting him off.Â
âNah, shut the fuck up because you wanna hear this. In fact, youâre gonna wanna fall to your knees and kiss my shoes and praise my ass as a thank you for finding this.âÂ
Heâs holding up his phone, an iPhone 8 he refuses to upgrade, and illuminated on the screen is a video of you. You, on your knees, in lingerie. You, with your fingers dragging down your chest, across the lace that covers your breasts. Your head falls back as you run your thumbs across your nipples. A sound so angelic coming from your lips that Carmen starts to understand why people spend so much time at Church. Heâs convinced youâre hand carved by God, or Buddha, or whatever might be up there.Â
Carmyâs instantly feeling a rush of heat across his chest and his cheeks as he takes the sight of you in. It feels wrong but at the same time the coiling in his stomach feels so good he canât look away quite yet. âWhy theâŠâ Heâs cut off by a whine coming from Richieâs speaker as you keep teasing yourself. His brain is frying for a second as he tries to focus on finishing his sentence. âHow the hell did you find this?âÂ
âListen, sometimes I get bored on the same ole sites, okay? Clicked an ad to see who was live and ended up here. Now I stopped watching, obviously, out of respect but this? Iâve known you long enough to know when you gotta thing for someone and youâre not gonna act on it. Also, I caught you staring at her ass as she filled the deep freeze the other night. Kinda gave it away. So this is the way you can still get some pussy while being a fuckinâ pussy.â Richieâs punching the air, clearly proud of himself.
Carmyâs smacking him upside the head, his body now torn between lust and annoyance. âWatch your mouth, alright? That is so fucked, Richie. Put that shit anyway and I better not see you tell a single other person this exists.âÂ
And yeah, he took note of your screen name before he walked away. Donât judge him.Â
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Look - There have been a lot of times in his life where Carmen hasnât been proud of himself. But settling back into bed, hooking his thumbs on the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down to rest under his balls? Yeah, heâs not proud to say the least. After seeing even just the glimpse of you this morning though itâs been all he could think about. The. Whole. Fucking. Day. He watched out of the corner of his eye while you bent over the line to scrub down the wall behind your station tonight. Burning to memory the way your ass just slightly jiggled from the aggressive motion of wiping down the surface. A soft grunt coming from you as you reach for something just a little too high. He finally snapped out of it when the smell of the chemicals he sprayed down on his own surface got a little too strong and refocused.Â
He wasnât proud when he ran to the restroom and contemplated just jacking off over the toilet to get some relief. You were clouding his brain, only the rush of the evening giving him some small relief.Â
You seemed vocal in the small clip he saw. Heâs wondering if you would have asked him to cum for you. Would you think itâs a waste that heâs cumming down the drain instead of covering your ass with it? Filling your mouth and making you swallow every drop around him? Or, Jesus Christ, would you wrap your legs around his waist and beg him not to pull out?Â
So yeah. Carmyâs had quite the fucking day to say the least.Â
Heâs finally home and running straight to bed. His stuff dropped in a heap by the front door and was easily forgotten. Throwing himself back onto the mattress after ripping off his shirt and his pants. Left just groaning into the empty room, his cock twitching at the thought of you. Your page has been sitting on an Incognito tab all day and itâs finally, finally being loaded up. This feels like an invasion of privacy in a way but Carmen canât quite think logically with how heavy his balls feel and how painfully hard he is. Thereâs not much time to spare so he clicks the first video youâve uploaded that he can.
And there you are.Â
Sitting in the middle of a big bed and rubbing your hands along your thighs, smiling at the camera. His heart is twitching, cock is twitching, everything is fucking twitching. And youâre just sitting there, licking your lips and sliding your hands under the thin material of some weird lace one piece he wants to rip off.Â
âHi there, Pretty Boy.â Your voice is music to his ears and Carmy canât take it any longer. His fist is wrapping around his cock, a broken moan filling the room as he finally gets some relief. âIâve been waiting for you to come home all day.â
Sue him, but heâs skipping ahead a little. Thereâs not much time until he cums and he needs to see you. All of you. Heâs gripping his phone with one hand, bringing the other thatâs around his cock up to his mouth to spit in. His thumb is haphazardly trying to keep the phone balanced while scrubbing through the video until he thinks heâs at a good spot. Youâre laid back now, thighs spread for the camera and pussy on display. Carmenâs muttering to himself about how gorgeous you are, longing to tell you in person. Youâre holding this royal blue dildo in your hands thatâs suddenly his biggest enemy. He deserves to be there, not this stupid, useless chuck of silicone. Thereâs a whimper from the speaker as you take the toy and slide it along yourself, tapping it twice against your clit. âFuck, I need you.âÂ
Fuckinâ hell does he needs you too.Â
His fist is clamped around his dick once again, fucking his hips up into the the slick, tight grip. Youâre still teasing yourself by sticking just the head of the dildo in before gasping and pulling it back out. âPlease, Baby. I need you so bad, need to come for you.â His brain is breaking. An animalistic urge taking over to fuck you until you canât move, canât think, just a blubbering mess begging him for more. Without warning you push the dildo all the way in, throwing your head back with a pleasured scream.Â
Carmy gasps, hips sputtering and losing their rhythm as he watches you fuck yourself. Heâs stroking himself at the same pace youâre moving the dildo, imaging itâs you heâs fucking into. Picturing you laid under him, your breasts covered in hickies because he hates the idea of these⊠Perverts watching you get off. He wants to mark you, claim you as his. His balls are tightening and he canât think of the last time he came this quick. Itâs almost embarrassing - What are you doing to him?Â
Your free hand comes up to shove two fingers in your mouth, lewdly sucking them for the camera. The sucking noise now accompanying the wet, addictive sounds of your pussy being fucked. Carmen whimpers, actually fucking whimpers, and twists his wrist over his cock to get a little more friction. Your voice hits him once again as you slide your wet fingers out of your mouth and down your throat. âOh fuck Iâm so close. So, so close. Are you close, Baby? Want you to come with me.â Youâre lightly choking yourself, a whining mess.Â
Carmyâs aware heâs talking to an empty room but he canât stop himself. âFuck, oh fuck. Gonna come for you.â And his stomach coils, hips sputter, the phone falling to the bed as he has to let go of it as his orgasm washes over him. Heâs slack jaw, warm cum landing on his chest and the sounds of you finishing at the same time ringing out from his phone.Â
Oh heâs so fucked.Â
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Carmy slept well for once in his life. His orgasm lulling his body to sleep, dreams filled of you. How beautiful you look sucking his cock. The way you must sound while he eats you out. And he takes his time in his dream. Tongue dragging between your folds as his rough hands hold your hips in place. Youâre powerless, made to lay back and let him eat you out for his own pleasure. Tongue circling around your clit but he waits until youâre close to tears to stop teasing. Heâd praise you. âLook how fucking wet you are, Princess. Youâre already getting the bed wet, arenât you? Gonna have to lick you for hours to get you all cleaned up. Can you say please, huh? Ask me to suck on your clit, Baby. You know you need it.âÂ
He woke up hard and overstimulated, rolling over onto his stomach and pathetically dragging his hips against the warm bed to get some much needed friction along his cock. Carmyâs telling himself how pathetic this is and forcing himself to push off the bed and get into the shower before heâs late.Â
Yes, he jacked off in the shower before work.Â
He had to.Â
Carmy canât decide if itâs heaven or hell when he walks in to see you standing in the kitchen.Â
Youâre on your tiptoes, balancing haphazardly as youâre reaching up to change the light. Thereâs a wobbly step stool under you. Everyone keeps saying it needs to be replaced but it continues to live on. Your face is scrunching up in concentration. Carmyâs chuckling at the sight and ignoring the way he feels his balls tug at the sight of you. âWhatâre you doing there, Chef?âÂ
You huff in annoyance, finally untwisting the light cover from the ceiling. âDamn light went out right as I started veggie prep. Hate to be a bother but will you come spot me while Iâm up on this thing? Iâve seen Fak bust his ass one too many times to trust it.âÂ
Carmy canât verbally respond at first, instead stalking over to stand next to you. His hand comes up to cup the back of your knee and heâs lying to himself saying itâs for your own safety. To keep you balanced. âYea well something tells me youâre less clumsy than Fak. Iâve seen that guy fall over while just standing still.âÂ
And you laugh.Â
You laugh. At him. At his joke. He, Carmen Berzatto, made you laugh. The sound filling his ears and now his damn heart and balls are both reacting to you and what the hell is he supposed to do with all these emotions.Â
âDonât distract me up here, Chef.â He doesnât mind taking commands from you. Silently reaching up to hold the light fixture youâre passing him as you change gears to switch out the lightbulbs now.Â
And maybe his eyes are wandering around the kitchen to see who else might catch a glimpse of you two together. Everyone whoâs in so far is honed in on their prep task and Carmy thanks God that Richie hasnât shown up yet today.Â
Heâs become quite faithful since he started falling for you it seems.Â
It happens, by chance, that you feel a little unsteady and Carmen tightens his grip on the back of your leg. Fingers digging into your soft skin. Heâs looking down at the stool to make sure itâs level before looking up to take in the sight that is his hand around your leg.Â
And he stops looking there.Â
Okay fine thatâs a fucking lie - heâs looking up. Eyes trailing up your thighs, following along the curve of your ass. When you have to lean forward just slightly to twist in the light cover heâs convinced he can see the outline of your pussy through the thin material of your leggings. Heâs contemplating his options - If he could, would he lean in and lick over the outline? His warm mouth teasing you through your leggings. Through your underwear. Are you wearing underwear? Heâs torn between picturing you with or without them.Â
Or would he slide his hand up your leg, palming your thigh as he goes. Cupping over you and dragging his middle finger across the shape of you. Memorizing the feeling. Would you whine? Grind down against his hand? He doesnât think youâd shoo his touch away.Â
God he just knows youâre a needy little thing.Â
He wonders what it would feel like for you to lick your own wetness from his jaw after heâs decided heâs done savoring you. To taste you on your own tongue when he kissed you after. Youâd look so pretty with his cum dripping down your lips too. All fucked out and exhausted and full of bliss.Â
âOkay, I think I got it fixed, Carmy.â God, heâs so fucked for thinking of you like this as youâre innocently changing the light. Just trying to improve the kitchen and heâs thinking about ruining you. He was so caught up in daydreaming that he didnât even feel you take the light cover back out of his hand and screw it into place again.Â
Youâre beaming down at him, using his shoulders as arm rests as you bounce down from the stepping stool. His hand grazes your ass - A total accident. He swears it. You reach behind him to sit the screwdriver down, your chest firmly against his. Nothing thinking anything of the personal space violation as youâre used to it from so many slammed nights in the kitchen.Â
âThank you for helping me. Sorry it was basically just five minutes of my ass in your face.â Carmy chokes.Â
His cheeks are hot.Â
Fuck is he blushing?Â
Heâs sputtering out of his words. âIt uh, it wasnât in my face. Not that I looked, yâknow. Just uh⊠Just - just trying to say that Iâm happy to help.â He sounds like an idiot
Youâre cocking an eyebrow, clearly entertained. âHoly shit, Carmy.â You pat your hands against his chest, not knowing your touch was like fire on his skin. He grabs the screwdriver and makes a beeline to the office to put it away for you.Â
Sure he grabbed a rag on the way. No itâs not for him to jack off into while he thinks of you.Â
Okay fine, it is.Â
âFuck me.â The only thing Carmy can risk trying to say as the door shuts heavy behind him and his pants hit the ground.Â
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Carmen doesnât avoid you now but he certainly makes it hard to get close to you. Heâs too distracted when youâre around. Maybe thereâs a bit of guilt mixed in too at his new night routine. Leave the restaurant, load your page, and wait to see what happens. New videos? New pictures? You were wormed into the back of his brain and it had to stop.Â
So your station got moved further down rotation. Youâre at the end of the line on the left, heâs at the start on the right. It helps clear his mind, lets him hone in on perfecting what goes to the floor.Â
Heâs able to move quickly, shifts blowing by as the restaurantâs rush takes all his attention. The clock clicks down two minutes till close, everyone working in silence to get the place flipped and go home. Heâs wrapping up with Syd, helping her make a few adjustments to expo before grabbing a dead plate off of the end of the line and heading to the office with his food and a cup of water in hand. He needs a mental minute, a bite of food, and to let his thoughts all catch up.Â
The doorâs already cracked and heâs halfway through the entry way when he registers you. Sitting there. At his desk. Your legs are crossed, a cool damp towel resting over your eyes. He wants to turn on his heel and retreat but decides that he canât treat you any differently just because heâs developed some silly little crush. Running away would be treating you different.Â
âYou good, Chef?âÂ
To which you groan. Different from the ones heâs used to - This one is guttural, pained. You press your hands flat against the rag and will the cool temperature to help the pressure in your head. âKiller migraine, thatâs all. Shit was moving so fast tonight and I wacked the back of my head on something in the walk in. Sorry for being in here, Carm. Just uh, needed a second.â You should push up out of the chair, show your respect. But right now youâre half convinced that standing up would be detrimental so for now youâre cemented to the seat.Â
âHeard.â Carmen nods to himself, sitting down the plate before opening up the desk drawer as quietly as possible. Your knee is pressing into the side of his thigh, grounding and warm. He fishes out a bottle of medicine, shaking out two pills. âHold out your hand.âÂ
You take a second to brace yourself for movement, sitting up and moving the towel off your eyes. Letting it pile up into a clump on the desk besides you. Thereâs no way around it - You look pitiful. Pouting up at Carmen as he hands over two pills and his cup out water. You take the pills diligently, taking a few gulps and letting your eyes fall back closed as you will them to kick in instantly. âCan I ask a favor?âÂ
âAnything, Chef.âÂ
Slowly, so not to shake yourself up, you turn the chair until your back is to Carmen. âWill you see if I gotta bump back there? Kinda terrified I gave myself a concussion but I donât wanna believe it was that hard.âÂ
He snickering, a grin pulling up the corners of his mouth as he steps closer. âWell youâd absolutely fuck me if you needed to file workmenâs comp so Iâm gonna need you to be fine, âkay? Way too much fuckinâ paperwork to do on a Friday night.â You start to laugh but itâs quickly cut off into a small groan of appreciation as you feel warm, rough hands clasp either side of your shoulders.Â
Carmen works his way up your neck and catches himself holding his breath as his fingers brush along your scalp. Heâs taking his time, savoring the moment, all under the pretense of taking care of his employee. Thatâs all. âThink weâre both in the clear. You feeling alright besides the headache? Need me to hold up some fingers for ya to guess? Havenât managed to cut any off so weâve got all ten to work with.â Heâs got you laughing again while rough fingers work their way back down to your neck. The feeling of the vibration of your laughter against his hands sending chills down his back.Â
Wordlessly Carmen gets to work rubbing your shoulders. Tender, deep. Years of practice rolling out dough and desserts and tenderizing meat coming into play as he continues to knead away at your tense body. You let out an appreciative moan and Carmen has to start thinking of something to keep his inevitable hard on from being obvious.Â
When his hands come up closer to your neck once again heâs hit with flashbacks of the first video he watched. You choking yourself â Is that something you truly liked? If his hand came around to cup your throat, palm resting on one side with his fingertips firmly against the other, and lightly squeezed would you moan? Rub your thighs together in search of some hint of relief?Â
âAre you always this good with your hands, Chef? Hmm? Canât imagine you giving Marcus this treatment.â Youâre laughing and can practically hear the smirk in Carmenâs voice as he responds. âYeah - You uh, didnât know that? I just love you know, rubbing shoulders. Itâs my thing. Kick your ass all night and then rub the stress out.âÂ
Heâs blanching a little at his reply. Kinda obvious but okay then, Carmen. You reach up, putting your hands atop his with a little smile. âWell thank you for⊠Rubbing my stress out, Chef.âÂ
Carmenâs red. Head to toe just bright red. âOf course, Chef. Anytime.â Heâs entertaining to say the least as you pat his hands before spinning around in his chair. You snag another drink of water, throwing him a wink before moving to exit the office. Your hand runs along his chest, an appreciative gesture, as you head back to the floor.Â
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Late Saturday night Carmenâs so exhausted that he barely has the energy to take his work clothes off. Falling haphazardly onto his old couch, kicking his work boots off one at a time. His eyes are heavy, body aching, and he almost falls asleep before he gets to see you.Â
But heâs fishing his phone from his pocket, refreshing the all too familiar landing page to see youâre actively live. How you have the energy is beyond him.Â
Youâre standing there trying on clothes that someone must send in and Carmy feels a pang of jealousy. Heâs watching through half hooded eyes as you slip in a pair of shorts, turning your behind towards the camera and pulling them up just slightly to put more of your ass on display. Youâre chatting away about the material while slowly pulling them down to reveal just this frilly little pair of panties that was sent in as well.Â
Heâs propping the phone up on the armrest of the couch, laying on his side while he watches you chat away. Itâs soothing. Almost like an ASMR video.Â
Carmenâs not sure when he fell asleep - Somewhere in-between you trying on a third outfit and attempting to clean up your bed from all the packaging. He finds you soothing, comforting. He makes a mental note to hunt out some sort of wish list you must have for these items before passing out and, once again, dreaming of you.
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DCxDP Prompt
Because I couldnât get Congratulations! Itâs Triplets! By @rboooks out of my head.
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Jason wouldnât say he regret it. Sure it wasnât what he planned nor was it what he would have wanted, but he didnât regret it. They didnât mean to become parents, it was a one night stand. He wondered if this was how Roy felt when Jade had Lian. Like the world had been flipped on its head. Like everything he thought he knew now seemed wrong.
Lian would like his daughter. From what Jason could tell he thought theyâd be fast friends.
Christ. His daughter.
He watched as she ran through the front door, her mom following behind. She was talking a mile a minute, her hands flying around her face. Her mom threw her head back, laughing. God he wished he could hear it. Hear what all his daughter had to say. He wanted to be a real dad to her not just a father. Someone she could talk to and trust. However, as Jason continued to watch from the roof across the street, he knew that he could never get that close. This was as far as he could reach.
A crime lord, who was legally dead and had a kill count. He wasnât cut out to be a dad. The two examples he had wouldnât exactly be considered great role models.
Her mother had named her Ellie, short for Daniella after her late uncle Daniel or âDanny.â She was feisty and a little brash, his daughter. Jason would be lying if he said he didnât feel some pride in knowing some of that was him. Although he could see the same stubbornness in Jazmine.
He thinks thatâs what drew him to her. Standing in a bar on a side of town she definitely shouldnât have been in, she had held her own against two men trying to drag her out. Jason went to step in when she had pulled a police grade taser out and had both men on their knees in pain before he moved two steps. He didnât introduce himself that night (she was a little preoccupied with the police). However, he got the chance to a few months later and one thing led to another and they had slept together. He left with barely a goodbye and they never saw each other again. Jason was too preoccupied with his plans for Bruce and the clown to spend time thinking about one night.
As for her, he knew she was a student at Gotham U and figured she had also spent little time thinking about that night.
Imagine his surprise when he stumbled upon her again but with a child. His child.
He didnât know how to really feel about it, about her, Ellie.
As much as he hates to admit it he spent the first week getting drunk and despairing at being a deadbeat. He eventually calmed down and reasoned that it wasnât his fault nor Jazmineâs. He had given her a fake first name and they hadnât exchanged last names. Even if she did want to tell him she was pregnant she had no way of finding him.
And he never thought he needed to be looking for them.
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Jazz could feel them being watched and did her best to act normal. She never gave away that she was aware of him. She didnât want to frighten Ellie and she was still unsure of how to handle the situation. It has been weeks and he never once seemed interested in harming them. Yet.
He just watched. Not all the time- not every day, but at least once a week she could feel him staring from a roof, a window, the mouth of an ally. He followed them at night and watched for a bit after they returned home. In a way it felt like he was protecting them, but in what sense did this hulking figure have a right to guard them? It also begged the question; what was he protecting them from?
Jazz was near positive that she had never interacted with the mask figure nor any other that roamed Gotham. She did her best to avoid them, all of them.
It could be he was fixated on her as a single mother to a reckless little girl. If that was so, then she was going to have to be more cautious. She didnât want to even give him a chance to think he could approach Ellie. Stalkers were never a good thing but she knew the GCPD would never take it seriously.
All he was doing was watching.
Jazz knew her daughter was smart beyond her five years of life, but she was still just a child. So while Jazz was certain that Ellie had no idea about their predicament, she knew Ellie could feel something was off. The young girl had started to look around more on their walks home, her head swiveling, looking for something she couldnât explain. Jazz hated it. Her daughter should be skipping as she told Jazz about her day in pre-school, not gripping her motherâs pant leg, silent as she looked for the source of her unease.
For the life of her, Jazz did not know what the man could possibly want and while it pissed her off to no end it also frightened her. Of course it frightened her. She was a single mother in Gotham City with a stalker. Maybe she should summon Danny or send Ellie to her grandparents for a bit while she takes care of this.
#is ellie really his in this AU? or is this another de-aging dimension switching AU?#the choice is mine#but feel free to also have your own thoughts#dpxdc#dp dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#dp prompt#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp#dp x dc
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How to (not) Write a Book
Summary: For Taeyong, asking his mate out was easy. The hard part was not fucking her brains out every time he saw her.
Pairing: Werewolf! Taeyong x Female reader
Warnings: uh...smut as usual. Y/N is horny, bubu snaps at some point and...yeah she fucks around and finds out I guess. Also I made him cry, sorry
 You wanted inspiration and you had found it alright. This town had everything you could need to write your next book: witches, vampires, werewolves and you had even heard you could stumble upon a few faes if you went deep into the forest, which was amazing because faes were becoming a popular topic in literature and your editor was pushing you to write about them. Â
The cheap motel where you were staying(which was probably haunted), the lively streets, and even the coffee shop you had just found were out of this world; the cozy interior was illuminated by candles and plates filled with cake magically floated towards their designated table while the baristas prepared beverages that smelled heavenly.Â
Too mesmerized by what was happening around you made your way to the counter without looking where you were going and accidentally bumped into a customer who was picking up his order.
âSorry!â you quickly said. âMy bad, I wasnât paying attenââ
The customer turned around and gasped loudly, dropping his coffee.Â
Ok? That was either a very delayed reaction, or you looked ugly enough to scare the poor guy as soon as he saw you. You didnât want to cause trouble in a foreign land, so you quickly grabbed some tissues from the counter and tried your best to clean the stains of coffee on his clothes.
âIâm really sorry. Iâll buy you a new one,â you insisted, panicking at his lack of reaction. He was just standing there, frozen like a statue.
You finally looked at his face and it was now your turn to gasp.
He was the most alluring person you had ever seen. Was he a fae? A vampire? He had to be a creature who used his beauty to attract his prey, otherwise, it would make no sense that he looked like that.Â
âYouâre beautiful,â you blurted out and regretted it immediately. Who says that to a stranger?
The manâs eyes sparkled, and his cheeks turned pink as his mouth morphed into a grin. The sight of his pointed teeth heightened his charming face, which you could only describe as unfairly perfectly symmetrical. The universe really had its favorites.Â
He didnât only have natural beauty; his hair was also perfectly styled to match an attire, clearly tailored to his body, and his perfume overpowering the aroma of coffee smelled expensive.
You cleared your throat before trying to communicate once again. âUh, sorry about that. Are you okay?â
 He licked his lips and his reddened eyes scanned your entire frame, but his only reply was what sounded like a satisfied hum. It was a simple sound, but it did something to you.
It sent shivers down your spine and your heart beat at an erratic pace. Your face felt hot and your body weakened, your legs trembled, and suddenly the room was spinning around you.
But the manâs arms held you in place before you fell flat on the floor and then he pressed your body against his with urgency.Â
 His warmth added to the mixture of strange sensations, but even if your body wasnât functioning properly, your brain was on high alert: if this man had caused you to react like this against your will, then he surely wasnât human.
You let out a silent cry when his lips caressed your neck.Â
Oh no. A vampire. Just your luck. You were going to die.
âI found you,â he murmured against your skin. His voice was way too raspy and deep for such a delicate face like his, and it made you tremble from head to toes.Â
Your heart was beating so fast and hard you could hear it. You would probably have a heart attack before he killed you. You whimpered in fear, but a small part of you liked his warmth surrounding you. Why were you suddenly feelingâŠgood? Now you had no doubt he was a vampire, playing with his food by making you feel pleasure before devouring you.Â
âWhy do you smell distressed?â He purred, sounding a little wounded, and then you felt teeth against your pulse.Â
This was it. You couldnât believe your life would end like this.
You sobbed quietly and closed your eyes, preparing for what was coming, but suddenly you were on the floor, away from the manâs hold.Â
You blinked twice and slowly started becoming aware of what was happening around you; the customers and staff were screaming and backing away from the commotion, the beautiful man you had assumed was a vampire was on the floor too, in the opposite corner of the cafe. Between you and him there was another young man, who the vampire was glaring at furiously.
âWhat the fuck, Mark?â he hissed.
Mark gulped. His pale face and tense posture showed he was terrified, but he didnât back down. âTaeyong hyung, you need to calm down.â
âMove,â Taeyong growled.
âI really donât think this is the rightâOh my god,â he whined when the older bore his teeth and stood up.
 Taeyong tried to walk towards you, but Mark blocked the way.
âAre you challenging your alpha?â Taeyong gnarled.
Mark shook his head but when Taeyong tried to push him out of the way, he locked his arms around the leader solidly and they both fell on the floor, wrestling as their roars made the storeâs windows shake and people ran away in terror.Â
You tried to get up too, but your legs wouldnât respond and you could only watch in fear at the animalistic display of power in front of you.Â
Soon Mark was forced into submission by Taeyong, but he still made weak attempts to stop him from reaching for you.
In that moment you heard hurried steps and three more men jumped on top of Taeyong, who was furious at their insolence.Â
A black haired man checked on Mark, before turning to the source of the riot.
âTaeyong, stop!â
âYou donât tell me what to do, Doyoung,â Taeyong snarled, trying to free himself from his captors. âGet off me!â he growled, jabbing and kicking at them.
âDonât do this, Taeyong. Not like this,â Doyoung begged, holding Taeyongâs face in his hands. âYouâre scaring her.â
Something clicked in Taeyong he stopped struggling. He looked around and saw that the coffee shop had been destroyed, some people were hiding under the tables, and Markâs lower lip was bleeding. Finally, his eyes landed on your terrified ones and he was consumed by shame and guilt.
âIââ he wanted to apologize, but his body was overwhelmed and before he could say another word, he fell unconscious in his friendsâ arms.
The group of men holding him let out a synchronized sigh. Â
âThat was horrifying,â Mark was the first one to speak, sitting on a chair nearby and wincing in pain.
âJungwoo, please take Mark to a healer,â Doyoung requested. âJohnny, Jaehyun! Help me take Taeyong home.â
âSure, I think I could use a visit to the healer myself,â Jungwoo said, limping slightly while walking out with Mark.Â
âI had never seen him thisâŠferal,â Jaehyun said.
âHe does get a bit too brutal during his rut, but this wasâŠ,â Johnny trailed off, not sure of how to finish that sentence. âIf Mark hadnât been here, that girlâŠâ
âThe girl!â Doyoung quickly turned around to check on you but you were nowhere to be found. âI guess she ran awayâŠâ
âYeah, who wouldnât?â Jaehyun asked rethorically, as they all carried their leader to the car.Â
âI doubt sheâll want to see Taeyong after this,â Johnny said.
âSheâll understand once we explain it to her,â Doyoung assured them.
âIf we manage to find her again,â Jaehyun murmured.
You had been holding your breath until you heard them leave, hiding behind the abandoned counter.Â
âThank god itâs over!â a relieved voice exclaimed next to you, making you jump and yelp. âHey, itâs okay, Iâm not dangerous! I was hiding here too! This is my coffee shop,â the man quickly explained. âMy name is Taeil.â
âOhâ Iâm Y/NâŠâ you mumbled. âSorry for the messâŠâ
âItâs not your fault, donât worry. Iâll have a word with the pups later.â
âPups?â
âWerewolves,â he said, grabbing a couple of cups from the shelf.
âOhâŠOH! They said something about an alpha,â you remembered, trying to make sense of the whole situation. âSo he wasnât a vampire after all. He must have been close to his rut.â
âYeahâŠyou could say that,â the man partially agreed, offering you a cup of coffee. âOn the house. This is embarrassing to admit but Iâm a member of the pack who caused all this...â
âYouâre a werewolf too?â you asked incredulously and let him guide you to a table that hadnât been destroyed. âThen why were you hiding?â
âIt was scary,â he shrugged and sat down across the table.
You let out an incredulous laugh and took a sip of your coffee. This guy was being serious but somehow he made everything sound hilarious.Â
âSomethingâs different about you,â he suddenly said, observing you carefully. âYouâre not from around here, are you?â
âIâm not,â you replied. âIâm here for business. Iâm writing a book about some creatures that live here.â
âYouâre a writer?â
âSomething like that, yes,â you admitted, taking a sip of your coffee. âThatâs why I came. Iâm hoping to rent a place near the forest to observe the faes.â
âFaes?â Taeilâs lips turned downwards. âThose are a bit too dangerous, donât you think?â
âIâll be careful.â
âThere are so many other creatures to write about,â he insisted.
âIâm really interested in faes,â you said. âAnd there isnât quite enough literature about them, so I thought I should talk to them in person to understand them better.â
âTalk to them?â he repeated incredulously. âYou definitely shouldnât do thatâŠâ
âI heard I can find some in the East Forest,â you pressed, ignoring his apprehension. âIs that true?â
â...It is,â he conceded. âBut there arenât any places to rent in there,â he quickly added.
âIâll just camp in the woods,â you shrugged.
The man choked on his coffee and coughed loudly. âCAMP?âÂ
âJust until I finish my book.â
âOh my god,â he shook his head. âAre you serious?â
âYeah,â you replied without hesitation and finished your drink, ready to leave. âThanks for the coffee, Taeil!â
âI HAVE A HOUSE FOR RENT! â He blurted out in panic when he saw you standing up.
You raised your eyebrows. âYou said there was no place available near the forest.â
âTechnically, there isnâtâŠ,â he sighed, brushing his hair with his fingers. âThey donât build homes near the forest because of the faes⊠but I own a little hut, not too deep into the woods, which I was using to store some stuffâŠâ
âFor real?â you asked excitedly.Â
He nodded, taking out his phone and showing you some pictures of the place. It was a small, lovely, wooden hut surrounded by trees.Â
âItâs not furnished, but I could get it ready for you in about a week,â the kind werewolf offered because he clearly didnât want you to camp in the forest. âBut you would have to promise me to stay inside the house at night.â
âWhy?â
âFaes become⊠restless when the sun goes down. If you really need to talk to one of them, do it during the day.âÂ
You nodded and took mental note of an interesting new fact about faes. Then you asked a few more questions about the house, which he replied to, along with giving you some extra safety tips before offering you to rent the place for an incredibly low price.Â
âThank you so much!â you exclaimed happily, forgetting about what had happened earlier with the Taeyong, thrilled at the idea of moving to such a nice place, for cheap and meeting some of your favorite magical creatures.Â
âNo problem,â he said, handing you back your phone where he had added his contact information for you two to seal the deal later. âNo oneâs staying there at the moment, so itâs not an issue,â he added, walking you to the door and bidding you goodbye.
You thanked him again and happily walked back to the motel you were currently staying in.Â
âWhere were you?!â Johnny asked Taeil when he arrived home. âItâs your own cafe. How did you just disappear?â
âI was hiding behind the counter,â Taeil admitted shamelessly.
âWow, thanks a lot, hyungâ Mark said sarcastically from the sofa, holding a cold pack against his cheek.
âIâm not strong. I would have been useless anyway,â Taeil said. âI found Taeyongâs mate, by the way. Her nameâs Y/N.â
â Is she okay?â Doyoung asked, entering the living room.Â
âSheâs fine, it looks like she forgot about the whole incident already.â
âDo you know where to find her?â Jungwoo asked.
âYes, wellâŠabout thatâŠI need some help casting a protection spell on my old hut in the woods⊠because sheâll be living there,â Taeil trailed off as he headed to the kitchen, grabbing a bunch of herbs and salt.Â
âWHAT?!â Doyoung hissed, following Taeil to the kitchen. âThat area is infested with faes!â
âShe has a thing for faes,â Taeil replied. âShe was going to camp in the woods just to study them and write about it in her book.â
âAh, so sheâs a lunatic,â Jungwoo said.
âSheâll go to the forest no matter what, so I offered that hut because then we can at least know where she is and protect the place.â
âThatâs actually smart,â Doyoung conceded and started looking for some herbs to help with the spell.
âWe need to buy a bed and some other stuff because that house is empty right now,â Taeil added.
âAlright, to IKEA we go,â Jaehyun sighed and stood up.Â
âIâll go with you!â Jungwoo yelled happily.
âNo,â Jaehyun groaned. âIt takes you forever to choose what to buy.â
âAnd you have terrible taste in furniture,â Jungwoo replied. âAlways buying the cheapest shit.â
âThe bed canât be cheap,â Johnny said. âRemember Taeyong can potentially spend his rut there. And you guys know how he gets.â
As if on cue, they heard a loud crash followed by the squeaking noise of the bed dragging back and forth on the floor mixed with guttural moans coming from the second floor.
âLooks like heâs awakeâŠ,â Mark mumbled, getting pale again, thinking that his leader would have his head after what happened at the coffee shop.
âDonât worry. I secured his room with a spell,â Doyoung quickly assured him. âYouâre safe.â
âI donât know, I think I kinda wanna go to IKEA,â Mark said nervously.
âThe more the merrier,â Jungwoo encouraged enthusiastically.Â
The next few days were torture for Taeyong. He had a fever, his body ached and his erection wouldnât disappear no matter how many times he came. He knew the reason: his wolf wouldnât be satisfied until he claimed his mate. But his pack had put a spell around his room, making it impossible for him to leave, which made sense, because those were the instructions he had given them a long time ago in case he met his mate and couldnât control himself. His pack had left enough snacks and drinks for him to survive for as long as his rut lasted, and he thankfully had his own private bathroom inside his room, but what he needed was his mate.
âDoyoung,â Taeyong approached the door and called for his friend. âDoyoung, open the door. I need out.â
No answer came from the other side of the door, but Taeyong wouldnât give up. âI know youâre there. Just let me out. Weâre friends, arenât we?â
ââŠI canât do that,â Doyoung finally replied, and then he jumped when Taeyong banged on the door loudly.
âOPEN THE DOOR!â The leader yelled, before letting out a frustrated sigh. âPlease. It hurts,â he pleaded.
âTaeyongâŠâ
âIâll be gentle,â Taeyong bargained. âI wonât hurt her. I just need to see her, pleaseâŠâ
âI know you donât want to hurt her,â Doyoung agreed. âBut this isnât you.â
âDoyoung,â Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth. âYour alpha commands it.â
Doyoung inhaled sharply. Taeyong was using his alpha voice, which made his wolf ache to comply, but he knew if he let him out now, the leader would do something he would regret.
âMy best friend is more important than my alpha. I wonât let you fuck this up for yourself. Get back to your senses and then you can see her,â he replied stoically. âHer name is Y/N, by the way,â he added before walking away.
âY/NâŠâ Taeyong sighed, leaning his head on the cool material of the door. He closed his eyes as he tried to remember your scent and the way you trembled in his arms like a scared bunny. Cute. His wolf loved it. âOhâŠâ he breathed out, pressing his lower body against the door, slowly humping the barrier that kept him from finding you. This would have to do until he caught you and had you shaking again.
 After a long night of sweating and cumming, he finally reached for one of the many bottles of water they had prepared for him. Three days later he gained enough clarity to eat something. Five days later his member would remain soft for a few hours a day, which allowed him to take a proper break. After a week he had successfully survived what he was sure was the worst rut of his life. He got up slowly, dizzy and sweaty, and took a look at his room: it was in ruins, with clothes and personal belongings scattered on the floor. His bed was disgusting, the bedsheets were sticky and wrinkled, his pillow had been torn apart, and its filling was everywhere. The door was marked with scratches that looked too deep and big to be human, which had to mean he had transformed at some point. If it hadnât been for the spell, he would have easily broken the door and escaped.Â
Taeyong started picking everything up and cleaning the place. Then he jumped into the shower and allowed the hot water to relieve his aching muscles and clear his mind. Slowly, memories of the scene he caused in the coffee shop popped up and he cringed. He had to apologize to so many people now.Â
He got dressed in comfy clothes, dried his hair, and attempted to open the damaged door. This time he was able to get out easily, which meant that the spell was meant to last as long as he was in rut.Â
Then he took a deep breath in and walked down the stairs, trying not to make too much noise. He heard his pack members laughing loudly over the sound of the TV, which meant it was movie night. It was a good thing that they were together, so he could properly apologize in front of everyone, but his anxiety grew and his eyes started watering as he got closer to his destination.
 He had made a scene and attacked his own pack. What type of leader loses control like that? He was so ashamed he turned back, ready to hide in his room again.
âTaeyong,â Doyoungâs calm voice called for him. Of course Doyoung would notice him before he had the chance to run away.
Taeyong whimpered and looked back, to where his pack was making space for him to sit. They had paused the movie and were looking at him, patiently waiting for him to join in. He bit his lip nervously and sat down. His eyes landed on Mark; he looked fine, but there was still a small bruise on his face as evidence of what he had done to him. Mark caught him staring and offered him a reassuring smile. Tears finally rolled down Taeyongâs cheeks.
âMark, Iâ,â the leader sobbed and hid his face in his hands. âIâm so sorry.â
âHyung, Iâm fine,â Mark said softly. âIt doesnât even hurt anymore.â
âYou did him a favor,â Haechan added. âI think you fixed his nose.â
Taeyong snorted mid-sob at the unexpected joke and wiped his tears with the back of his hand, letting out a soft giggle.
âEveryoneâs fine,â Jaehyun said, patting his leaderâs back comfortingly.Â
âStill, I should have controlled myself,â Taeyong mumbled.
âPffâŠif you hadnât controlled yourself, Mark wouldnât be here,â Johnny said.
Mark laughed nervously.Â
âAnd the place you destroyed was Taeil hyungâs shop, so no one cares,â Jungwoo said.
âFuck you, guys,â Taeil said but he was laughing too. âNo more free coffee for you.â
There was a pause when the laughter ended and Taeyong looked at Doyoung.
âI shouldnât have talked to you like that,â he admitted apologetically.
âOh, that? Your alpha voice isnât as powerful as you think,â Doyoung shrugged smugly. âI think Iâm the real leader of this pack.â
âDidnât you have a panic attack right after you disobeyed himââ Yuta tried to ask, but he was quickly interrupted.
âThatâs not important now,â Ten interrupted, sitting closer to his leader. âYou found your mate!â
Everyone cheered, making Taeyong blush and chuckle. He was overjoyed to finally meet the one he had been waiting for for so longâŠbut then his anxiety came back.
âI donât think Iâm ready though,â he whispered.
âYou are,â Doyoung rebutted.
âI almost bit herâŠâ
âSheâs fine,â Taeil said.Â
 âYouâve helped many of us get together with our mate,â Jaemin agreed. âNo one has prepared for this moment more than you.â
âBut I didnât know it would feel like this,â Taeyong said.
âLike what?â Kun asked.
âLikeâŠlike Iâm some type of animal,â Taeyong groaned. âThe things I wanna do to her I justâI feel like Iâll go crazy if I donâtâ,â he paused and blushed. â...You knowâŠâ
âOh, thatâs normal,â Jeno assured him, laughing.Â
âIt is?â Taeyong asked, surprised.Â
âYeah!â Jeno insisted. âAll of us who are mated have gone through that.â
âSo it gets better later, right?â the leader asked hopefully.
âNo,â a choir of voices replied.Â
âBut the bond works both ways,â Yuta added. âSoon sheâll be wanting you just as much as you want her.â
Taeyongâs face was hot. He wanted that. He wanted everything with you. âFirst I have to apologize to her.â
âGood thing we know where to find her,â Doyoung smiled.
Your new temporary home was more than you could ever wish for. It had a perfectly functioning bathroom and a kitchen. It was also fully furnished and excessively decorated in a way that made you think many people had been involved in the process because nothing matched. Your favorite thing was the little window in the kitchen which offered you a beautiful view of the forest while doing the dishes. You often opened the window to feel the breeze, smell the fresh grass and listen to the birds singing, and even if it was getting darker you could catch a glimpse of the stream andâ were those eyes?!
You gasped and whoever was hiding far behind the bushes ducked down. They would have been successful if it wasnât because of their pointy ears peeking out.Â
You gasped again, this time out of excitement, and rushed out to meet your visitor. They had to be a fae!
Once you stepped out of the house, and stood near the entrance, waving at the creature, who was still hiding shyly behind the bushes.
âHi,â you greeted them softly. âItâs okay! I wonât hurt you.â
The fae shifted enough for you to see their beautiful features, they seemed to be a male, with silky dark hair and pale skin. He looked at your house and tilted his head.
âI live here,â you continued talking, pointing at the wooden hut. âDo you live in the forest?âÂ
He gave you a short nod without taking his eyes off of you. Despite his lethargic expression, he seemed curious.
âMy nameâs Y/N,â you introduced yourself. You had this habit of talking non-stop when you were excited or nervous. âWhatâs your name?â
The faeâs plump lips twisted into a little smile. âSoobin.â
âNice to meet you, Soobin! I guess weâre neighbors,â you smiled at him.
 âSweet,â he whispered.
âHm?â you asked.
âSmells sweet,â he said this time loud enough to hear, and he stood up, revealing he was way taller than what you expected. He was dressed in a pair of loose pants and a crochet open shirt that didnât quite cover his lean torso and eclectic necklaces and pendants adorned his neck.
âOh, thatâs probably the pie I baked,â you replied. âDo you want some?â
The man licked his lips and took a step toward you, but then he tensed and glared at a spot on the ground in front of him. âI cannot get closer,â he muttered.Â
You stared at the ground too, looking for whatever he was looking at, but you couldnât see anything. Maybe he just didnât trust you enough to get closer.Â
âLet me bring you a piece, then,â you offered, running back into the kitchen and placing a big piece of fresh pie on a plate. Then you went out to see him waiting for you in the same spot, still glaring at the ground.
You tried to keep your distance while offering him the plate, not wanting to scare him.Â
âCloser,â he whispered.
You took a step towards him, but contradictorily he took a step back.
â...May I come closer?â you asked confusedly.Â
He nodded and looked at your feet.
You took a hesitant step towards him and he took another step back. It made no sense, but he was smiling now, so you guessed this was what he wanted.Â
âIs this okay?â you asked, taking another step.
âYes,â he chuckled, taking another step back. It seemed to be some type of game for faes. Whatever it was, he looked like he was having fun.
You couldnât help but laugh too as you took another step, even without understanding the nature of the game. âCloser?â
âCloser,â he agreed.Â
You took another step, but he didnât step back this time. He moved his hands towards you and instead of picking the plate, he grabbed your arms.
 At that moment a growl echoed in the before peaceful forest, catching you by surprise. Soobin looked as confused as you, with his widened eyes scanning the already dark trees around you. He then turned around slightly, while still holding you and you saw it: a big grey wolf lurking behind Soobin, bearing his teeth threateningly.Â
âAlpha,â Soobin acknowledged the wolf with a nod.
The animalâs red eyes glared at the fae, trying to communicate something that you couldnât catch. But Soobin seemed to understand the message.
 âIt is past dusk,â the fae said in a defensive tone, never letting go of you. âIt is allowed.â
The wolf let out an aggressive snarl, and even you understood that they did not like whatever Soobin was implying.
The fae sighed and he hesitantly let go of your arms. âI do not wish to fight you, alpha. But let it be the last time. Rules are rules.â
âWhatâs going on?â you asked Soobin, still frozen in your place.Â
âAlpha is not happy to see me,â the fae replied simply and took the plate from your hands. âThank you for the pie,â he added, looking between you to the wolf one last time and walking away with a smile.Â
âC-come back anytime!â you offered as you saw him leave. That was not how you expected your first encounter with a fae to go. He seemed to be sweet and willing to be your friend. You had so much you wanted to ask, but then this wolf had to scare him away. Soobin had called him alpha and you knew there was only one pack of werewolves in town. You had met the packâs alpha beforeâŠ
âTaeyong,â you turned to look at the wolf angrily.Â
The wolfâs ears lowered and he winced. You knew it was him?
âShift and come in. We need to talk,â you said before stomping back into the house, leaving the door open behind you.
A minute after the man you had met at the coffee shop a week ago and who had almost given you a heart attack stood at your door, fixing his clothes nervously.Â
Your breath caught in your throat when you saw his human form. You remembered him being good-looking, but his beauty was surreal. You had to remind yourself you were mad at him.
âGet in and close the door alreadyâ you commanded. âItâs getting cold.â
The man hesitated momentarily before finally stepping inside the house and closing the door behind him, but he stayed as far away from you as possible.Â
âIâm sorry,â he murmured.
God, why was he so cute?
âYou should be,â you replied, setting a couple of plates on the table
âI lost control. I know itâs not an excuse, butââ
âDamn right it isnât, you scared poor Soobin!â
âIâWhat?â he asked.
âHe was opening up and now I donât know if heâll ever come back!â you replied, letting out a frustrated sigh as you searched for cups in the cabinet.
â...Thatâs whatâs bothering you?â he asked.
âYes! I need to interview a fae!â
â...You were trying to interview him,â he repeated slowly.Â
âThatâs right, and you interrupted us just when he allowed me to get closer,â you groaned, sitting in one of the chairs and pouring some tea into your cup. âTake a seat,â you told Taeyong.Â
You may be mad, but you were still a good host. Taeyong was family to Taeil, and Taeil had been good to you, so you would be good to Taeyong and at least feed him while telling him off.
He bit his lip and sat down on the chair across from you. âI think you got it wrong. He didnât allow you to get closer, he took you out of the protection circle on purpose.â
âThe what?â you asked, biting on a piece of pie.
âThe protection circle around this house,â he said as if it was obvious. âCanât you feel it?â
You swallowed the pastry and looked around, trying to see if there was anything off with the house besides the odd decoration. âFeel what?â
Taeyong tilted his head. Anyone with a tiny bit of magic in their body would be able to notice the house was under a spell.Â
OhâŠ
âYouâre not a witchâŠâ he gasped. Taeil said he had sensed something different about your aura but that he wasnât sure what it was. This had to be it.
âIâm not,â you agreed.Â
The color drained from Taeyongâs face.Â
âThen what are you doing here?! Itâs dangerous!â he whisper-shouted, looking around like he was afraid anyone would hear.Â
âIâm writing a book,â you replied.
âAbout faes?!â he asked. âNo, no, no, please. Do you even know what faes do to humans?!â
â...No,â you admitted. âDo you?â
âNo! No one knows! They take them away. Make them disappear. Thatâs why this area is not accessible for tourists and even magic users stay away after sunset!â Taeyong let out a frustrated groan and placed one of his palms on his chest, trying to calm his beating heart. âDidnât Taeil tell you to go out only during daylight?â
âHe did,â you remembered. âBut I thought he was overreacting.â
Taeyong could cry because of how stressed he was. Not only did his mate turn out to be human, but she was also clueless and living in an enchanted forest like it was nothing.
He took a deep breath in and tried his best to explain everything calmly. âFaes have been here for centuries, so this land belongs to them. We have no power to tell them what to do, but they at least agreed to make a deal with us and not hunt during the day.â
â...Soobin wasâŠhunting?â you asked after a few seconds of silence.Â
Taeyong nodded.
âHe was going to take me awayâŠâ you whispered, staring blankly at your plate. You werenât that hungry anymore. How could someone who looked so sweet and innocent be hunting humans?Â
âYes,â the Werewolf grunted. He hated how easily you had followed Soobin out of the protection circle. He hated the way he had touched your arm. He hated thinking about the possibility of you being gone who knows where. You were too careless for a fragile human.Â
You both sat there without saying a word until you cleared your throat awkwardly. âThank youâŠâ
âYouâre welcome,â he replied softly. âBut please donât do that again.â
âOkay,â you replied. âSorryâŠâ
âI should be the one to apologize. Thatâs why I came here today,â he murmured. âThe way I behaved at the coffee shop was not okay.â
â...Oh!â you exclaimed, remembering the event. âWell, that was an accident, right?â
âUhâŠyesâŠâ he said, sipping on his cup of tea.
âI guess your ruts are irregular,â you hummed.
âMy râ,â he blushed and choked. You had thought about him in rut?Â
âDo you take suppressants?â you asked casually, not noticing that he was mortified.
âY-yes.â
âHmm⊠Thatâs odd,â you commented. âThen you shouldnât have entered your rut so fast and out of nowhere. Did someone trigger it?â
He looked like a deer caught in the headlights. His eyes were wide and glossy, as he stared at you in silence. He tried to think of something to say, but he didnât want to lie to you nor did he want to scare you.Â
You had studied supernatural creatures before, so you were able to put two and two together.Â
â...It was me, huh?â you asked.
Oh, well. He was fucked.Â
âH-how did you know?â he asked in the smallest voice you had heard, looking away.
You hummed.
âYou went straight for my neck, so at first I thought you were a vampire, but you turned out to be a werewolf. I can only think of one reason why you would want to bite my neck.â
Taeyong gulped. He was shaking with anxiety. You probably found him disgusting.
âIâm s-sorryâŠâ he whimpered with difficulty because of the way his breathing had quickened.
âHey, calm down. Breathe,â you instructed.
âIâve w-waited for so long IâŠI didnât mean toâ I just couldnât-...âÂ
âTaeyong,â you called his name firmly and held his trembling hands in yours, making him gasp. âItâs not your fault. You canât control it.â
He was still too terrified to look into your eyes. âI donât w-want to force youââ
âI know,â you assured him.
âI just w-wanted to get to know youâŠâ
âWe can do that,â you conceded.
â...Really?â he finally looked up and his eyes lightened up with hope.
âReally,â you replied. âItâs the least I can do for someone who saved me from being abducted by faes,â you joked, but he didnât find it funny.
âThatâs not why I did it! You donât owe me anythingââ
âI know,â you chuckled. âThatâs not the only reason. I also think youâre cute.â
You had broken him. His face was as red as the cherries that adorned the forgotten pie and he was struggling to hold back a shy smile. He sighed, relieved, and now it was his turn to hold your hands in his, bringing them to his chest.
âThank you, thank you, thank you,â he sighed. âIâll do it right, Iâll treat you well, Iâll court you the way you deserve.â
You giggled. âCourt me? How about you give me your number first?â
And thatâs how you started dating the kindest man you had ever met. He was a walking green flag, gentle, respectful, and patient⊠Sometimes too patient.Â
He insisted on taking things slow, and it took him almost two months of courting before he agreed to officially call himself your boyfriend, because, according to him, he hadnât earned it yet.Â
You didnât want to be ungrateful but there were times when his chivalry frustrated you. Yes, he treated you like a queen, took care of you, and listened to you but sometimes you wished he actually kissed you instead of quickly pecking your lips and pulling away.Â
You enjoyed his company as it was, but you couldnât deny the burning desire that consumed you whenever he was near you.Â
âTaeyong,â you called his name after you finished cleaning up the table.Â
âYeah?â he replied absentmindedly while washing the dishes.
âCan we make out?â you asked straight to the point.
He almost dropped the plate he was holding. His whole body tensed and he continued staring at the running water. He didnât ask you to repeat yourself. He had heard you perfectly.
âIs that a no?â you asked, taking a few steps closer.
Taeyong closed the water tap and turned around to face you, leaning against the sink.
âOf course, we can, my love,â he said, offering you a smile that somehow seemed a little forced.Â
Before he had the chance to take it back you pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back softly, but as usual, he pulled away quickly.Â
âThatâs not making out,â you pouted.
âLetâs take things slow,Y/N,â Taeyong said, ready to resume his domestic task, but you were tired and frustrated, so you grabbed him by the nape and kissed him hard.Â
He gasped in surprise but he had been controlling himself for too long, and his wolf was not going to waste this chance. He gave you an open-mouthed kiss that felt too urgent for someone who wanted to take things slow, and when you sucked on his tongue he moaned loudly, finally daring to use his hands on you.Â
His still-wet fingers tangled in your hair and angled your head for his lips to fit yours perfectly, allowing his tongue to play with yours quite aggressively.Â
A shiver ran down your spine when he switched positions to have you pressed against the sink, and you let your hands travel down his torso.
Thatâs when he detached himself from you abruptly.Â
âWas that better?â he asked as evenly as he could with his chest rising and falling erratically.
âYeahâŠâ you breathed out.
He nodded.âGo rest, love.Iâll finish cleaning.â
For him, that had been the closest he had been to losing his sanity. He had to lock himself up as soon as he got back home due to another unscheduled rutâwhich was happening more frequently the closer he got to youâ and he couldnât stop thinking about how good you tasted and how easily he could manhandle your fragile body.Â
He had opened Pandoraâs box. Now he couldnât stop himself from kissing you every chance he got.Â
âJust a kiss,â he kept telling himself. âI will stop before it gets serious.â
But God, was it hard when he had you all pretty on his lap, with your breasts pressed against his pecs and driving him crazy.
âY/N,â he whispered against your lips.Â
âHm?â you murmured, kissing his jaw and neck slowly.
He tilted his head back and rested it on the sofa when your lips brushed a spot where you could feel his strong pulse.Â
âOh⊠Y-Y/N,â It was like he wanted to say something but couldnât quite remember what. Especially when you rolled your hips against his like that. So he just whined.Â
âWhat is it, baby?â you asked, dropping more of your weight on his lap.Â
His breath hitched and his eyes snapped open in your direction, a reddish tone replacing his usual eye color. His fingers dug into your hips as he pressed you against him harder, humming when he heard you moan faintly.
His lips chased yours and he wasted no time in sliding his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you fiercely and let out breathy moans while guiding your hips against his crotch insistently.
âTaeâ...b-baby that feelsâŠâ you manage to breathe out as your hips shake in his hands.
âG-good?â he asked in the softest voice despite his lusty eyes and his hips thrusting against your core harshly.Â
âSo good, baby,â you gasped. âCan you g-give me more?â
âAnything,â he breathed out, eyes dazed, allowing his hands to travel your body. âEverythingâŠâ
âGood boy,â you praised him lovingly, reaching for the hem of his pants to free his painful erection.
âMmâŠAh,â he moaned softly as you palmed him over his boxers. When your thumb pressed against the head he let out an audible gasp.Â
âY/N, w-we have to stop,â he panted urgently, but his body said something different; one of his hands kept yours firmly pressed against his cock, while the other slid under your shirt, looking for your breasts. âGottaâŠgotta s-stopâŠâ
âDo you w-want to stop?â you asked him, whimpering when his fingers found one of your nipples, while his other hand guided yours up and down his cock.
He shook his head.
âThen why do weâŠah! Why do we h-have to stop, b-baby?â
He stared at your lips dumbfounded, still moving your hand up and down, harder, faster. There was a reason why he had to stop. He had to. But why? He just couldnât rememberâŠ
âI donât knowâŠ,â he admitted.
 The hand that was caressing your breasts, slid down your stomach, drawing gentle patterns until it slid past the hem of your shorts. Your hips jumped slightly and he breathed shakily when his fingers slid into your panties, immediately getting then soaked.
âB-babyâŠ,â you breathed out when he slowly took his digits out and brought them to his mouth.Â
He opened wide, sticking his tongue out , and then sucked on his fingers lewdly.Â
Suddenly, his head rolled back, his back arched, and his body convulsed. He moaned around his fingers and a big wet patch formed on his boxers, right where he was holding your hand so desperately.Â
You gasped at the sight of him cumming just because of your taste. âOh my godâŠ,â you murmured, pressing the palm of your hand against him harder and feeling his cock squirt another generous amount of cum while he trembled under you.
Once you thought it may be too much for him, you released his member and his body relaxed on the sofa. His mouth finally let go of his fingers, leaving behind a trail of saliva. He was panting and his wide eyes were fixed on the ceiling, trying to comprehend the pleasure he had felt.Â
âTaeyong?â you called his name gently.
 It was like the sound of your voice brought him back to reality. Or maybe it drove him further into madness because he hugged your waist and pressed your crotches together urgently.
âY-you tooâŠâ he begged, before kissing you messily, making an uncoordinated attempt to dry hump you.
You kissed him back, slowly moving against his still-hard member, but the pace didnât quite satisfy him. He grabbed your hips harshly and moved your body insistently back and forth.
âAh, right t-there,â you encouraged him, letting him set the pace.Â
He hissed. The chaff of your clothed clit on his sensitive tip was pleasurably painful and your moans mixed with your aroused scent had him forgetting about all the possible downsides of letting his wolf loose. It felt too good.
âIâm cumming,â you gasped, shaking on his lap. âB-babyâ Oooh!â
âYeahâŠâ he moaned, pulling you into a suffocating hug and giving your neck wet, sloppy kisses.Â
You opened your eyes slowly, feeling weak and dizzy, but incredibly happy. You had wanted to feel Taeyong close to you since you had started dating and now it was finally happening. You sighed and looked down at your boyfriend who was still clinging to you and hiding his face in the crook of your neck. Then you felt liquid dripping down your chest.
âTaeâ,â you laughed, thinking it was saliva and whipping it off with your hand but your smile dropped when you saw your fingers tainted red. âWhatâŠâ
Did he bite you? You hadnât felt anything at all. You could hear him panting, but you were sure his fangs were not on your skin.Â
You quickly pushed him off you, pressing his back on the sofa and taking a look at him. He was pale, covered in sweat, displaying a lost expression and his mouth and chin were stained with fresh blood.Â
Your hand flew to your neck, finding more of the red liquid, but the smooth texture of your skin proved you hadnât been bitten.Â
That blood wasnât yours.
What he had bitten was his own hand.
The same he had earlier used to touch your folds and taste you was now covered in blood, displaying an injury in the shape of a crescent moon.
âTaeyong!â You screamed, forgetting all about the pleasure you had just felt and running to the bathroom to get the first aid kit.
When you came back and started examining his wound he seemed more conscious.
âHow did this happen?!â You asked him, carefully disinfecting the bite.
His beautiful eyes looked at you with sadness but no words came from his lips.
âWhy did you do that?â you continued rambling on until you heard a quiet sob. âTaeyong?â
He looked away, but you had already seen the tears sliding down his cheeks.
âBaby, whatâs wrong?â You asked gently, cupping his face on your palms and trying to make eye contact.
He placed his hands on top of yours gently, still weeping bitterly.
âDoes it hurt that bad? Should we go to a healer?â You insisted, your worries increasing every second.
He let out a broken sob.
Broken-hearted you tried to hug him but he quickly stood up. âI have to go. Iâll c-call you later, okay?âÂ
âWhat? Taeyong, waitââÂ
âIâll ask Jaemin to heal me,â he said, trying to hold back his sniffles.Â
âIâll go withââ
âNo, Y/N,â he interrupted you. âYouâll make it worse.â
â...I will make it worse?â you asked in a whisper.
âIâ,â he let out a shaky sigh. âNo, baby, I donât mean it like that.â
You didnât reply. What were you supposed to say after being told your presence would make your boyfriend feel worse?
His face told you he wasnât happy with the way he had worded it either. He knew he had hurt you and he wanted nothing more but to comfort you, hug you, and kiss you stupid, but he needed to get away from you before his wolf took over.
âYou did nothing wrong, my love,â he assured you. His words were gentle, but his body language was so distant. âI just need to be alone, right now, okay?â
You nodded. What else could you do?
And then you were left alone.
âYouâre back alreadyâHoly shit, hyung, are you okay?!â Xiaojun jumped out of the couch where he had been hanging out with Hendery when he saw his leader.Â
âFine,â Taeyong mumbled.Â
âYouâre bleeding!â Hendery yelled.Â
âI just needââ
âTEN HYUNG!â Xiaojun screamed.
Ten came down the stairs running and gasped when he saw Taeyongâs hand covered in blood. âWhat happened to you?!â
âI need you to lock me up,â Taeyong mumbled tiredly.
âYou need medical attention,â Ten replied, trying to pull him back to the door to take him to the hospital.
âThereâs no time,â Taeyong groaned.
âTime for what?â Ten asked, but then he noticed the way his leaderâs eye color kept changing and that the skin he had touched was burning up. âWhaâAGAIN?! You just got out of rut two weeks ago!â
âLock me up,â the oldest repeated weakly, leaning against his pack member for support.
âFuck,â Ten hissed, gesturing for the others to help him carry him up the stairs. âThereâs no way this is healthy.â
âHmmâŠâ was the leaderâs absentminded response before losing consciousness.Â
If you had known what was happening, you would have just gone to sleep instead of waiting for the call that he said would come. He didnât call you and he wasnât responding to your texts
After two days you decided to look for answers somewhere else and visited Taeilâs cafe.
He received you with a warm smile, as usual. But you could sense some awkwardness when he asked that many trivial questions (even talking about the weather), as if he wanted to talk about anything but Taeyong.
âI wanted to ask you something,â you finally said.
His smile didnât reach his eyes, but he still gestured for you to go on. He knew he couldnât avoid the topic forever.
âHave you seen Taeyong?â
âI have,â he said curtly.
âHeâs not answering my calls. I didnât think he would be the type to ghost someone, but here we are,â you laughed awkwardly.
Taeil let out a heavy sigh.
âHeâs not ghosting you.â
âYes, he is,â you said bitterly. âIf he wanted to break up he could have just said so.â
âY/N, I promise you he wants to be with you,â Taeil insisted.
âThen why is he ignoring me?â
âHeâs in rutâŠâ
ââŠAgain?!â
He nodded. âAgain.â
âThis is happening way too often.â
âI know.â
âWhat about his suppressants?â
âThey donât work anymore.â
âThere has to be something we can do!â
Taeil groaned. âWe canât force him.â
âForce him to what?â
âJustâŠask him, okay?â
âWhen?! Heâs always in rut and disappearing!â
âY/N, Iâm so sorry,â he said. âI know this must be hard for you, but trust me, itâs hard for him too. Heâs trying his best to be a good boyfriend for you.â
Part of you knew he was right. Even if it felt like he was ghosting you, deep down you knew that was not Taeyong. You agreed to wait until his rut was over and he contacted you, but you felt so lonely without a single text from him.
One day you thought you heard a noise outside so you ran out of the house, thinking Taeyong had came back, but there was no one there. The only thing that was new was an empty plate a few meters from you; the plate that Soobin had taken the day you met him.Â
âSoobin?â you called nervously.
 You may still be a bit wary of him, but your editor still wanted you to write that book about faes. You had been researching at the local library and asking your boyfriend questions about the mysterious creatures but you knew that talking to one directly would be better. The sun was still shining so talking to Soobin should be safe, right?
âGood afternoon, Y/N,â the faeâs calm voice replied as he came out from behind the tree where he was hiding.Â
âIâm glad youâre back,â you said, trying not to show the fear in your voice.
âAre you, really?â he asked.
âOf course.â
He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.
âWell, Iâm a little scared,â you admitted. âBut Iâm still glad. I wanted to talk to you.â
âThatâs interesting,â he purred, walking towards you and stopping right before the protection circleâwhich now was very visible to the human eye thanks to your boyfriendâs effortsâ started. âI love a good conversation. What is it you want to talk about?â
âIâm a writer,â you said, sitting on the other side of the line that drew the circle. âIâm writing about faes and I was hoping to ask you some questions.â
âAsk,â he encouraged you, placing his elbows on his crossed legs and leaning forward, with his face resting on his hands.Â
You gulped, deciding to go straight to the point. âDo you hunt humans?â
He smiled in a way that would have been sweet in a different setting but now was giving you chills, and not in a good way. âI do.â
âWhy?â
âFor different reasons. It depends on the human,â he shrugged.
âDo youâŠ,â you shifted uncomfortably. âDo you eat them?â
He laughed out loud. It was the first time you saw him express himself so openly. âYour kind is not as nutritious as you think you are. Not with all that coffee and fat that you consume.â
You gasped, a bit offended. âAre you calling me fat?!â
He laughed harder. âAre you offended I donât want to eat you?â
âN-no, butâŠâ
âWe did eat humans in the past. But we know better now. Eating you wonât bring me any benefit.â
You sighed in relief. âThen what were you planning to do to me? The day you took me out of the protection circleâŠâ
He tilted his head. âI was not going to eat youâŠbut I wanted a taste.â
âA t-taste?â you repeated.
âMhmâŠYou carry a very sweet smell. I was wondering if you taste like you smell.âÂ
You didnât want to be dirty-minded. He probably didnât mean it like that.
âY-you mean in a cannibal type of way orââ
âA sexual way,â he deadpanned.Â
âO-ohâŠâ you mumbled awkwardly. âSo uhâŠfaes do s-stuff like that with other species?âÂ
âNot often. I havenât fucked a human in centuries,â the way he stressed the word fuck made you blush. You knew that faes preferred to speak eloquently, but he had deliberately chosen a word used by humans.
âIsnât it better to do those things with y-your kind?â you asked.
âYou see, faes can gain vitality from emotions we elicit from others. And, compared to faes, humans are so, so deliciously sensitive, meaning your emotions would be more intense than those I could possibly get from one of my own kind,â he said, eyeing you up. âIf I feed on your pleasure Iâm sure Iâll become even stronger.â
You let out a shaky breath. âArenât there other ways to be stronger?â
âThere are,â he conceded. âBut donât you think this way is more fun for both of us?â
âIâm sorry, but Iâll have to decline,â you said firmly. âIâm seeing someone.â
He looked at you dumbfounded for a second, expecting an explanation as to why that was relevant and then his eyes widened. âOohâŠare humans still monogamous?âÂ
âUhâŠI am,â you replied.
âHow disappointing,â he sighed. âIs it alpha?â
âYeahâŠâÂ
âHmâŠCongratulationsâŠâ
âThanksâŠâ
âYou donât sound that excited,â he teased.Â
âIâm just a little tired,â you lied. âBut thanks for answering my questions today. You were very helpful,â you said, reaching for the empty plate Soobin had left on the grass, when you felt his hand grabbing your wrist firmly.
You froze.
How could he touch you when you were still inside the circle?!
Oh shit.
The plate was outside of the circle.
And now so was your hand.
âNot so fast,â he warned you. âWhat do I get in return for all that valuable information?â
You had been fooled by the fae once again. How could you be so careless?
âSoobin, please,â you pleaded. âI canât give you what you want.â
âYou canât or you wonât?â he asked, tugging your wrist towards him playfully and almost making you lose your balance and exit the circle.Â
âPlease, there has to be something else I can give you,â you bargained desperately.Â
He chuckled and finally let you go, making you fall on your butt. âY/N, the sun hasnât set yet. I canât do anything to you. I was just playing.â
âThat wasnât funny!â you fumed.Â
âBut I would still like to propose a deal,â he said casually.
âForget it,â you said, standing up, ready to go back inside the house.Â
âDonât you have an entire book to write about me?â he asked.
You looked at him suspiciously.Â
âI can provide all the information you need,â he continued. âFor a price.â
âIâm not gonna fuck you,â you snapped at him.
âAs delectable as that would be, thatâs not the only way you can pay me. During this conversation, I absorbed a variety of emotions coming from you. They may not be as powerful as pleasure, but they satisfy me for now.â
âYou were feeding on me the entire time?!â you accused him incredulously.
He shrugged. âIsnât it convenient? I give you what you want, and you pay me back without even noticing.â
Well, he had a point. He wasnât even hurting you. All you had to do was your job and he would take what he needs without disturbing you.
âDeal,â you said. âCome back tomorrow at the same time. No funny business.â
He smiled and gave you a short nod before you walked into the house.
âIf alpha doesnât satisfy you, the offer still stands!â you heard him say before you slammed the door shut.
True to his word, Soobin showed up the next day and the day after that. Separated by the protection circle, you had long conversations in which he answered your questions regarding faes while sneakily asking about your life. You often prepared tea and snacks for him, and while he enjoyed some of them, he did not hesitate to let you know when something wasnât tasty. So far, the snacks he liked the most were whichever you prepared using fresh fruit, so it wasnât surprising to find a handmade basket full of fresh berries on the spot where he usually sat. He said it was a gift, but you knew it was his way of asking you to bake something for him.Â
You were kneading dough when Taeyong showed up at your place, looking exhausted. He kissed your forehead and hugged you softly, apologising a thousand times.
âIâm so sorry for leaving like that,â he whispered.
âWhy didnât you tell me you were going into rut?â you asked him, hugging him back. You werenât accusing him of anything, but you needed to understand him.
âI didnât want you to worry.â
âOf course I worry! How many times has it been since we started dating?â
âI got it under control, Y/N. My pack knows how to keep me locked away.â
âBaby, you shouldnât have to...â
âI have no choice, love.â
âYou have me,â you reminded him.
He gulped, pulling away from the hug. âI would never force this on youââ
âYouâre not forcing me. Iâm offering.â
âYou donât know what youâre offering,â he warned.
âI do!â you said. âYour wolf should calm down after you claim meââ
Taeyong groaned, closed his eyes, and ran his fingers through his hair. âDonât say stuff like thatâŠâ
âTaeyong, I can take it,â you insisted. âI knew what I was getting myself into when we started dating. I want to do this with youââ
âNo,â he said harshly.
âWhy not?â
âItâs dangerous, Y/N.â
âI trust youââ
âI donât trust myself!â he confessed. âIâm not myself when in rut. An alpha wanting to mate is not someone you can reason with. I wouldnât stop even if you begged. Donât you understand?! Iâm not human!â
You looked at him with wide eyes. He had always been human to youâan equal. You couldnât understand his fear, but it was obviously something that tormented him.Â
âI donât wanna argue, Y/N,â he said weakly. âI missed you so muchâŠCan we not talk about this right now?â
You nodded, leading him to the sofa, where you lay down in each otherâs arms in silence until he fell asleep. He probably didnât sleep well the past week; he looked tired and thinner than before. That was the last bit of physical contact you had with your boyfriend; after that, he avoided every touch. It was torture, but he knew if he touched you he would kiss you like he was dying to, and then another rut would probably be triggered, which meant he would have to be away from you again.Â
You tried to be understanding, even if it hurt to see him pull away like he was repelled by you. At least his words were still very loving and assuring, but you missed his touch.
Soobin noticed you sulking during one of your scheduled interviews.Â
âYouâre not even listening,â he said suddenly.
âIâm sorry!â you said quickly, snapping out of it. âI was thinking about something else.Â
âThatâs annoying,â he sighed. âHumans normally canât think of anything else when in the presence of a fae.â
âI guess I got used to your presence by now,â you shrugged.Â
He glared at you. He was in a bad mood because he couldnât feed on your emotions unless he was the one causing them. Right now you were sad, but it was because of someone else so he didnât get to absorb it. He had you right in front of him and he couldnât get anything from you.
UnlessâŠ
âI couldnât help but notice you havenât been marked,â he said casually, looking at your neck. âDid alpha find another partner?â
You scoffed. âOur relationship is going well, thank you for asking.â
âYes,â he thought. âAnger.â He would take what he could get.
âItâs strange,â he continued. âNormally werewolves claim their partners as soon as they can.â
âHe wants to take things slow,â you defended him.
âHm⊠I guess he doesnât need to mark you to please you,â he conceded.
You bit your lip an that told him all he needed to know.
âOh? Alpha rejected sex with you?â he asked in a condescendent tone.
âI told you weâre taking it slowâŠâ
âYouâre telling me one of the most libidinous creaturesâa half animalâ refuses to copulate?â
Your face was red because of shame and anger. âDonât talk about him like heâs just some animal.â
âIâm not looking down on him, Y/N. I genuinely find it unbelievable. I donât see why he would hurt himself like that.â
That caught your attention, and your anger switched to worry. âHurt himself?â
Soobin nodded. âIf he imprinted on you, denying himself the pleasure of having you should hurt him physically. He shouldnât be able to control himself.â
âAre you saying Iâm not his real mate?â you asked in a small voice.
He seemed to consider it for a moment and then he shook his head. âIâve seen the way he looks at you. Iâm certain he imprinted on you. There has to be another reason why he rejects your body.â
âLike what?â you asked urgently. All your anger was long forgotten. Now you wanted answers.
The fae licked his lips. âI canât think of a reason not to want to fuck you, Y/N. Iâm still hoping you accidentally step out of the circle at night.â
You rolled your eyes at him. âShut up, Soobin.â
âButâŠâ he said tentatively.
âBut?â you repeated.
âIf it hurts him not to have sex, and he still chooses not to, it could be that maybeâŠâ
âMaybe what?!â
â...Heâs not attracted to you.â
Your blood ran cold. You hadnât even considered that possibility. You knew werewolves imprinted for life and that they would be loyal to their partner no matter what, but now that you thought about it, they couldnât choose who they imprinted on. What if you were not his type but he was stuck with you? What if he was trying his best to be a good mate, but he genuinely did not want to sleep with you?
â...You think heâs not attracted to me?â you repeated.
âNo. Iâm saying that could be a possible reason for someone not to want to lie with their partner.â
You nodded. It was only a possibility. It wasnât necessarily true, right?
But the more you thought about it the more it made sense. What if the reason he pulled away every time wasnât to protect you, but because you disgusted him?
Seeing you like that, Soobin felt guilty. He wanted to make you feel something and feed on it, yes, but maybe he had taken it a bit too far. âIâm sorry, please forget what I saidâ
âOkay,â you said absentmindedly, picking on the blueberries he had brought you today.Â
He grabbed your hand, which once again had incautiously crossed the shield around the house. This time you were too sad to be scared.
âYouâre attractive, Y/N.â.
âThanksâŠ,â your emotionless voice replied.
âI mean it.â
âRight,â you said, not believing him and attempting to stand up.
âWait!,â was the last thing he said before he hastily pulled your hand and took your entire body out of the protection circle.Â
You landed on top of him, spilling the berries all over the grass, and just when you were about to demand an explanation you heard a hoarse familiar voice.
âGet your fucking hands off her,â Taeyong commanded. His tone was scarily calm.Â
You quickly stood up and so did Soobin.
âTaeyongââÂ
âGet back into the circle, Y/N,â he demanded, making his way towards Soobin.
âWe were just talking,â you insist but your boyfriend had already grabbed the fae by his necklaces and pulled him closer threateningly.Â
âDidnât seem like it,â he growled, staring down at Soobinâs calm expression. He had arrived right in time to see the fae pull you towards him and his blood was boiling.
âLet him go!â you pleaded, trying to separate them.Â
âGet the fuck back inside the circle!â he yelled at you. âDonât you see how dark it is already?!â
You finally noticed that it was indeed late. You had been talking for so long that you didnât pay attention to the sunset and the fact that it was the time for faes to hunt.
âHe wouldnât hurt me,â you insisted.
âYou donât know that,â Taeyong disagreed.
âSoobin, tell him!â you begged the fae, who had been quiet the entire time.
âI do not intend to cause her pain,â Soobin finally said, causing Taeyongâs hold to loosen up a bit as he knew faes did not tell lies. âBut my intentions are not pure either.â
You opened and closed your mouth dumbly. Did he have a death wish?! Why would he admit that?
â...What do you mean?â Taeyong hissed.
Soobinâs lips twisted into a lazy smile. âYou know exactly what I mean, alpha.â
The werewolf lost it, and slammed the fae against a tree. Soobin didnât even try to defend himself, nor did he show any sign of pain. He just stared at the furious man back.
âNO! STOP!â you yelled.Â
âI donât want you anywhere near her again,â Taeyong grunted. âDo you understand?â
âBut she has a book to write,â Soobin replied arrogantly.Â
âTAEYONG!â you screamed, hugging your boyfriend from behind before he had the chance to throw a punch. âBaby, please, let him go. Please.â
Taeyong glared at the Soobin furiously. He was nowhere near done, but he could feel your arms shaking around him. He would not be the cause for your distress. Hesitantly, he let go of Soobin. âGet lost.â
Soobin wasnât done either, but because of how scared you were, he decided to stop for now. Without another word he walked away.Â
For a minute, you and Taeyong stood where they were in silence until he sighed and grabbed your arm, walking back into the safety of the protection spell. You were about to enter tne house when he stopped.
âItâs not the first time, is it?â he asked seriously. âI could smell him on you before, but I thought I was imagining things.â
âHe comes here often,â you admitted, feeling Taeyongâs grip on your arm tighten. âBut we are always separated by the spell.â
âWhy didnât you tell me he was bothering you?â
âHeâs not bothering me,â you mumbled.Â
Taeyong looked confusedâŠand nervous. âSo you were willingly spending time with the fae prince?â
You shrugged awkwardly. âHeâs been helping me with my book.â
âFaes donât do anything for free,â he said apprehensively. âYou know that, right?â
âI doâŠâ
â...Whad did he want in return?âÂ
Now he was alarmed. What had Soobin done to you?!
âHeâs been feeding on my emotions,â you admitted. It sounded more intimate and shameful now that you had said it out loud.
â...What?! Y/N whyâ...what were you thinking?!â
âTaeyong, he didnât hurt me. Other thatn that, all he did was talk to me and bring me fruit,â you groaned, tiredly.
He stared at you in disbelief. ââŠAll those baskets of fruit in the kitchen are his doing?!â
âWhat, you think itâs poisoned or something?â You asked sarcastically.
âFruit has a sexual innuendo for faes,â Taeyong deadpanned. âThey exchange them and eat them together during the courting stage.â
Your jaw dropped and your confidence left your body.Â
âHe left out that detail, huh?â Your boyfriend asked rhetorically.
âIâŠI told him I wasnât interested,â you said.
âYet you accepted his courting gifts and let him absorb your emotional energy.â
âAre you jealous?â You scoffed for a lack of a better comeback.
âYes! Jealous and furious at your naivety!â
âI know what Iâm doing, okay?â you said defensively.
âNo, you have no idea what youâve been doing ever since you came to this town!â he exclaimed. âYou came to live into the forest having no magical abilities, without even knowing about protection spells, let a fae court you without telling me, and even let him feed on you like itâs no big deal?!â
âWould you have preferred I fucked him as payment?!â you blurted out.Â
Taeyongâs eyes widened.
Oh no.
âThatâs what he originally asked from you, huh?â Taeyong scoffed.Â
âItâs fine, I rejected himââ
âItâs not fine, Y/N, what the fuck?! He could have taken you regardless!â
âHe wouldnât do that.â
âYou donât know him!â he roared. âYou donât know how men think! I could smell his desire for you, Y/N, goddammit!â
âGood to know someone desires meâŠ,â you mumbled, rolling your eyes and trying to walk past him and into the house, but he pulled you back towards him.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he asked.Â
âAt least heâs not disgusted by me.âÂ
âWhat are you even talking about?!â he growled, starting to lose his patience.
âOh, please! Itâs obvious! Youâre not attracted to me, Taeyong!â
Taeyong shook his head and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. âWhat?!â
âYou hate it when I touch you. You pull away when I kiss you. Honestly, Taeyong, why are we even together?â
âYou canât be serious right now,â he chuckled bitterly. âAll this because I havenât dicked you down?â
âFuck you,â you said, ready to end the discussion and get into the damn house but once again he yanked you back, this time kissing you forcefully.
You wished you had the will to push him away, or at least to remember you were mad at him, but his lips felt so warm and soft against yours and it had been so long you couldnât even try to resist him. You let him take the lead, moaning at the way he basically fucked your mouth with his tongue while his hands travelled up and down your body.Â
You gasped when he pulled up your shirt swiftly and the cold breeze caressed your stomach. It reminded you you still hadnât gone into the house.
âB-baby, shouldnât we go inside?â you asked.
âWhy?â he asked nonchalantly before pulling the shirt even higher, along with your bra. âLike you werenât about to let the fae prince take you against a tree,â he said sharply and attached his mouth to one of your nipples.
You moaned and threw your head back. âI-I wasnât going toââ
âI would have killed him,â he said between wet kisses placed on your chest, licking up to your neck. âI would have started a damn war and put the entire town in danger. But you donât care about that, do you? You just wanted sex.â
âW-with you onlyâAh!â you gasped when one of his hands slid inside your pants, cupping your center and patting it roughly.
âIâll give it to you. Again and again,â he promised, nibbling on your ear. âBut donât say later I didnât warn you.â
All of a sudden he turned you around so you were facing the forest and he was standing behind you. He held you in place by circling your waist with one hand while the other found its way into your underwear making you squirm nervously.Â
âOh! B-baby, waitââ you wanted to convince him that it was scandalous for him to finger you in such a compromising position where the whole forest could see. âThe faesâOooh!â
âI know, my love. I see them,â Taeyong chuckled by your ear, easing a finger into your entrance.Â
âF-fuck!â you moaned. Unlinke Taeyongâs your human eyes could only see some trees in the dark of the night, but it was hunting hour, so you had no doubt someone was out there. Soobin probably hadnât gone too far. He could be watching this lewd spectacle right now. âItâs so embarrassingâŠNngh!â
âOh, Y/N, donât be embarrassed,â he panted between messy licks on your neck. He slid a second finger inside of you and curled them in just the right angle to have your vision go blurry and your toes curl. âSoobin wanted to see you cum, so weâre going to show him, yeah?â
You shook your head, but you could feel yourself getting close to your climax. âTaey-aahâŠBaby Iâm s-so sorry, p-pleaseâAh!â
âIf youâre sorry youâre going to cum on my fingers for the entire forest to see,â he dared you, pumping into you faster and pressing his palm against your clit.Â
âTaeyong!â you moaned, tilting your head back and resting it on his shoulder as he fingered you furiously with one hand and bounced your tits with the other.
âCome on, come on, Y/N, cum, cum, fucking cum!â he demanded darkly before sinking his fangs into your skin and pressing your G-spot harder.Â
For a second you couldnât breathe. Your body felt light and tingly and the only thing you could focus on was your boyfriendâs raspy voice as he complimented you.
âThatâs my mate,â Taeyong cooed, licking the fresh mark on your neck and finally taking his hand out of your underwear. âFrom now on only I can make you cum, mmkay?â
You nodded dumbly and allowed your legs to give out, landing on your knees on the grass. That had been so intense you were still coming to terms with the fact that you had had an orgasm in public and, potentially been seen by Soobin.Â
More importantly, you had been marked as Taeyongâs, meaning he did want you after all.
Before you had time to celebrate you felt a sharp pain on the back of your head as Taeyong pulled your hair to make you look up.Â
The first thing you saw was his massive hard cock as he jerked it slowly, and if you looked a bit higher you could see his red eyes staring back into yours.Â
âSuck,â he commanded, pressing the head of his cock against your mouth.Â
You didnât hesitate. You were salivating the moment you saw it and you wanted nothing more but to have it in your mouth, completely forgetting all decorum and the fact that you were still pretty much out in the open. You parted your lips and licked the precum leaking from his tip, making him groan and tighten his grip on your hair.
âI said suck, not lick,â he grunted, pushing the tip past your lips and shuddering at the warmth. âMmmâŠyes.â
You sucked on the tip enthusiastically, hollowing your cheeks occasionally to hear him curse, and then taking him deeperâŠor at least trying to, because even though you had heard about an alphaâs size, nothing could have prepared you for the real thing.
He was barely half way in when you gagged around the tip and a loud moan escaped him. âOooohâŠOh, Y/N, fuckâŠâ
You tried to get used to the feeling, but he wasnât feeling patient today so he used his grip on your hair to angle your head in a position to fuck into your mouth comfortably, making you gag again.
âCome on, love, relax your throat,â he instructed, thrusting faster and trying to go deeper, but his size was too much for you. âWhat was The Moon thinking? Giving an alpha such a delicate human to breed? How will you t-take my knot?â he asked teasingly, but his words caused damage to himself, making his cock twitch at the thought of fucking you somewhere thighter and more wet than your mouth.
You moaned around him, struggling to breath as he kept assaulting your mouth. Luckily he took his member out, allowing you to gasp, desperate for air.Â
âAlmost there, love,â he grunted, using his cock to slap your cheek. âOpen up,â he urged, now slapping your tongue, before he placed both his hands on the back of your head and thrusted into your mouth with full force on more time, rolling his eyes back at the pleasurable feeling of you moaning and gagging around him while his cum filled your throath. âF-fuuuckâŠ,â he breathed out, moving your head harshly from side to side for a little extra stimulation like you were nothing but a toy.
When you thought you would pass out he released you, making you cough loudly and take desperate breaths.Â
Once you calmed down, Taeyong kneeled down in front of you and kissed your forehead, which was a crazy contrast to his previous behavior, before he took you in his arms and lifted you up.
âShowâs over,â he said, looking into the dark forest. You still couldnât see anything, but it was obvious who Taeyong was talking to. âSheâs taken,â he added before (finally) carrying you inside.
It finally hit you that he wasnât finished when you found yourself landing on your bed on your back, with your legs hanging off the side. Taeyong climbed on top of you and looked at you as he caressed your hair. His gentle touch showed you that your sweet boyfriend was still there, even if he wasnât the one in control of his actions.
He leaned in and licked a string of cum from your cheek to the corner of your mouth, before kissing you. âDonât say Iâm not attracted to you,â he said. He didnât sound angry anymore, but his tone was serious. âEver.â
âIâm sorry,â you croaked and coughed a little, your throat still sore.
He nodded, now looking at the trail his fingers were drawing, from the mark on your neck to your still uncovered breasts, and going down your stomach. He then got off the bed and in the blink of an eye he ripped off your pants and panties.
âTaeââ you called his name questioningly, sitting up, but he gently pushed you back on the mattress and kneeled in front of you.Â
He kissed your inner tigh slowly, nibbling on it occasionally as he got closer to your center.
âOh god,â you whispered when blew on your clit before looking into your eyes, sticking his tongue out and immediately flattening it against you. âOoh! B-babyâŠahâŠâ
He moved his head in small circles, slowly, moaning at your taste. Then he licked his way down to your entrance, using his fingers to spread your folds and thrust his tongue inside.
Your back arched and you screamed at the intrusion, and he loved to hear you losing your cool like that, so he pressed his head harder against you, licking and drinking as much of you as he could while his nose teased your clit just enough to drive you insane. Your hands landed on his head, pushing him harder against you and he moaned appreciatively and sliding a digit in along with his tongue.
âTaeyong ohâ...Oh my g-god,â you gasped, feeling yourself getting close for the second time.
He knew exactly what to do. He attached his mouth to your clit and sucked on it slowly, but thrusted another finger into you at a faster pace. The contrast was delightful and your body tensed, finally releasing as his tongue circled your clit languidly.
Satisfied, he parted from you, taking his fingers into his mouth to suck on them wantonly. âMmâŠY/N, that was heavenly,â he purred.
You were still registering his words and the tingling feeling in your body when you felt something hot and hard rubbing your pussy. It was finally happening; Taeyong had taken off his pants and underwear and was standing between your legs guiding his cock into you. His size was intimidating, but more than scared, you were eager.
âB-baby,â you gasped at the intrusion.
âMm?â he hummed, focused on the way your walls squeezed him.
âTake me,â you pleaded and winced when he thrusted more of him inside.
âY-yeahâŠâ he agreed pushing a bit harder and groaning when he couldnât get any deeper. âFuck, Y/N, so tightâŠâÂ
He held your ankles against his shoulders, pulled out until only the tip remained inside and then rammed back into you, letting out a shaky breath. âThis isâŠooohâŠthis is all y-your tiny cunt can t-takeâŠf-fuck,â he grunted building up a steady pace even if he coldnât fit completely inside.
âAhâah, oohâŠ,â you whimpered, gripping the sheets for support. The pain was being replaced by a pleasant tickle in your lower abdomen, and his breathy moans only made everything a thousand times more erotic.
âN-need toâ....,â he licked his lips and pushed your legs towards your body, folding you. âGo deeperâŠâ
âCanât b-baby, sorryâOOH!!â You moaned in surprise when he climbed on the bed, one foot planted on each side of your body, and he pressed your legs all the way to your chest, and pounded into you using his whole weight. He indeed went deeper than before.
âWe c-can,â he mumbled like he was entranced. âWe caâaaah!â he insisted, bouncing on top of you to fuck into you deeper with each thrust. âS-see, my l-love? Your pussy is w-welcoming me, squeezing me s-so goodâŠâ he added deliriously.Â
Your eyes rolled back when he doubled up the pace. His balls slapped against your ass and he grunted each time he felt himself get a centimeter deeper inside of you. One of your hands travelled down your body to pinch your clit and you tightened around him, making him cum with a throaty groan.
He closed his eyes and filled your cunt with his load with relish. The first of many times to come.
âHaaâŠY/NâŠmy mateâŠ,â he breathed out, slowly opening his eyes to look at you with adoration.Â
He pulled out slowly, and got off the bed to once again stand between your legs, which he held open to admire the view of his cum spilling out of you.
âTaeyongâŠâ you croaked tiredly. âB-baby, my legs hurt.â
He kissed your calf and put your legs down, but just when you thought you could catch a breath he manhandled you so were on your belly.Â
âB-baby?â you asked hesitantly, trying to turn around, but a strong hand on your nape held you in place.Â
âPresent properly,â he growled with his thick voice.
Instinctively you knew what he meant. You placed your knees on the mattress and arched your back, lifting your lower body while keeping your chest down.Â
Taeyong hummed with approval, letting go of your nape to caress your back and then knead your ass cheeks. His hands then travelled down your tighs and pushed them open, allowing his dick to tease your folds and making you clench around nothing.Â
âShould have done this since the beginning,â Taeyong murmured, sliding into you slowly. âYou wouldnât haveâaahâŠ.,â he gasped and his hips faltered when you pushed back to meet him midway. âShit⊠you wouldnât h-have entertained another manâs advances if I hadâŠhaa⊠kept youâMmhâŠfullâŠâ
âYou were t-too busy avoiding meââ you had the audacity to say but were quickly interrupted when he plunged into you hard enough to leave you breathless.
âYou have a lot of nerve for someone who c-canât evenâŠhaaa⊠take me all the way in,â he spoke through gritted teeth. âMy bad,â he sneered. âI treated you like a queen when you wanted to be fucked like a whore.â
âYouâre so petty when youâre jeaâ Fuck!â you whined when he positioned one feet on the bed and curled his body over yours, quickening his thrusts.
âYou still donât know your place, hmm?â he muttered darkly as one of his hands drifted towards your folds. âI was too lenient with you. But that stops today,â he grunted rubbing your clit roughly.Â
Your brows furrowed with pleasure and you shrieked when your orgasm hit you. Your body tensed and then fell limp on the bed, making him slide out of you, much to his disapproval.Â
âWeâre nowhere near done, omega,â he purred.
Your eyes snapped open. What?
âW-what did you call me?â you asked, turning around and crawling back cautioslly.Â
He followed you, climbing onto the bed and landing on top of you, giving you a passionate kiss. âMy omega,â he mumbled in between kisses.
âB-baby Iâm,â you sighed when his kisses travelled down your jaw. âIâm not an omegaâŠâ you reminded him, caressing his hair gently.
He looked at your face, then at the mark on your neck and then back at your face. Then he laughed softly and shook his head, cupping your face. âYouâre confused,â he cooed.
You were astonished.Â
He was gone gone.
Is this what he meant when he said he wasnât himself when in rut?
âTaeyong,â you called his name while he tried to take off your wrinkled shirt and bra. âWhatâs my name?â
He threw your clothes somewhere on the floor and went for another kiss. âY/N,â he sighed against your lips. âY/N, Y/N, Y/N, my mate, my omegaâŠâ
Okay, at least he knew who he was fucking. He was only mistaken about one detail.
ââIâm human,baby,â you tried to reason. âHumans canât be omegas.â
He took his shirt off, and positioned himself between your legs. âNonsense. Only an omega has hips like these,â he reasoned, looking at your body, enchanted. âPerfect for breeding,â he muttered before sinking into you in one go.
âOooh! Oh, fuck, fuck,â you whined, arching your back.
âAnd these tits,â he uttered, leaning down to burry his face between them, kissing, licking, biting. âPerfect to feed our pups.â
You let out soft moans and gave up on trying to reason with him. He was in rut and to be honest, it was turning you even more how pussy drunk he was.
âAll you have to do is let me in,â he growled, pushing his hips onto yours harder, still trying to fit it all inside.
âG-god, shitâAaaah!â you squirmed in his arms.
He sit up and held your hips in a strong grip to start fucking you with intent. He was sweating and grunting, tensing his muscles every time he pushed into you, trying to reach deeper. âAccept me, omega,â he moaned. âBe good.â
âIâm t-trying, baby Iâ fuck, I d-donât think itâs possiâAaaah!!â you screamed when thrusted hard, finally burying his cock into you completely. Your legs shook and you threw your head back, completely caught off guard by an intense orgasm. âT-taeyongâTae, fuck!â
Taeyongâs jaw had dropped. He himself was shocked at how deliciously good it felt to be one with you. He laughed breathlessly and gave you an open-mouthed kiss, which you barely responded to, as you still hadnât completely came down from your high.
âSee? Y-youre my perfect little omega,â he breathed out, pulling out and fucking back into you, satisfied with the depth of his thrusts. âF-fuhâŠfuck, Y/N, you feel amazing,â you heard him say when you got back to your senses.
You couldnât believe this was your sweet, shy boyfriend. His moans were loud and shameless, his words were highly indecorous, his movements were precise but harsh, his body was covered in tattoos you didnât even know he had, his teeth were displayed in a content smile that seemed sinful with the sounds that came out from his mouth, and his pupils were so dilated you couldnât even see the red in his eyes.
 Then you looked down and saw a slight bump forming in your tummy along with his thrusts.Â
âOh g-godâŠBaby y-youâre in my stomachâŠâ you sobbed, making him groan appreciatively.
âOoohh fuck, yeah,â he hissed, using one of his hands to press down on your lower abdomen and making you whine. âYes, love, yes, yes,â he murmured.
âS-so big,â you whimpered
âAll y-yours, my love,â he cooed, pressing his pelvic bone against your core and rotating his hips.
You tossed and turned desperately, the stimulation becoming too much for your spent body, and then everything turned black. You counât see anything, your ears were ringing and your heart rate slowed. You felt weightless and then came nothing.Â
You donât know how long you were gone, but when you woke up Taeyong looked absolutely deranged, fucking into you fast enough to have the bed shaking and panting like a dog in heat. When you made eye contact he shivered, cumming inside of you with a guttural moan, but he didnât stop. He winced and kept going like his life depended on it.
He had warned you.
He told you he wouldnât be able to stop.
You knew there was only one way to calm him down.Â
âOh, baby,â you called for him. âMy baby needs t-to knot me?â
He nodded quickly panting, looking at your belly, dazed. âPups,â was the only coherent word he could say and even that was probably hard to pronounce in such a lust-induced state.
âW-wanna give me your pups?â you taunted, pulling him impossibly closer by circling his waist with your legs. âMake me a mommy?â
He groaned animalistically, snapping his hips hard.
You heard a loud crack.Â
And then, before you could comprehend what had happened, the room moved slightly and you felt yourself fall along with Taeyong, and the mattress.
 One of the bed legs bentâor broke, you had no ideaâand now you were lying on a slightly bent mattress on the floor with your boyfriend still humping you.
âB-babyâwe broke theâOh!â you tried to speak, but Taeyong couldnât care less. He was so close and it felt so good he went even harder and faster.
âHaaâŠ,â he panted, furrowing his brows. âAahâah haa myâ...my omega.â
âY-yeah,â you nodded, not trying to correct him anymore. âIâm yours, babyâah! Ah! OhâAH!â
His eyes rolled back until only the white part was visible, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth as a lewd expression of pure bliss when his knot finally started forming.
âYeess, baby, g-give it toâŠaaah! Give it to m-me, come on,â you urged him, using one of your hands to rub your clit.
 Heavy pants were the only thing coming from his mouth. He forced his knot into your entrance and let out a high-pitched moan, cumming so hard he felt dizzy.Â
You tossed your head back, stroking your clit faster until you came one more time. This orgasm was not as intense as the others, but Taeyongâs constant spurts of cum inside of you made it feel just as satisfying.Â
âPups,â he repeated, sighing shakily and caressing your stomach and whimpering when his cock twitched and released another string of cum. âT-take my pupsâŠ,â he said, finally collapsing on top of you.
âHoly shit, Taeyong,â you breathed out, weakly lifting one of your hands to play with his hair. âYou werenât joking about this whole rut thing.â
He hummed, looking for your neck to lick his mark possessively.
âBut I told you I could handle itââ you continued speaking before he silenced you with a kiss.
âYou have no choice now, Y/N,â he said when he pulled away, finally sounding lucid. âYouâll have to endure it until the end.â
You scoffed. âI just did.â
He raised his brows. âYou think itâs over?â
âWell, it looks like youâre back to normal now, soâŠyeah?âÂ
He stared at you in silence and then sighed.
âY/NâŠmy ruts last a week,â he said slowly.Â
âA week?!â you repeated in disbelief.
âMhm,â he confirmed. âI gain some clarity back after cumming a few times, but that will probably last about 20 minutes before Iâm fucking you again.â
Your eyes widened at the discovery of this information and he tried his best not to laugh.
âBut like you said, you can take it, right?âÂ
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As a follow up to you post about mentors, just to make things fair, what are examples of Tikki being a bad mentor to Marinette?
Post in question for context.
Tikki often acts as the voice of the author. She's there to explain why Marinette is in the wrong. Since Miraculous has some wacky morals, that means we get a mix of good advice and wacky nonsense advice.
Two examples of bad advice that come to mind are Gamer and Strikeback. Gamer is the episode where Marinette stumbles upon an Ultimate Mecha Strike tournament, realizes that Adrien is taking part, and decides to compete so they can be on a team together. Marinette wins a spot through her own hard won skills and then this happens:
Tikki:Â All you wanted to do is spend time with Adrien, there are other ways to do that! Marinette:Â What are you getting at? Tikki:Â You know how much Max wanted to be in that tournament. Kim said he'd been training for it all year. Marinette:Â You're right. All I could think about was Adrien.Â
This is how tournaments work, right? They're not tests of skill, but tests of who put in the most work or who wants to compete the most! That's why we had that scene with Marinette writing out her training schedule and motivations for evaluation, but she lied and that was wrong and...
Okay, I was the one lying here. There was no written evaluation because that's not how tournaments work. All anyone cares about is your skills. They don't care if you're doing this for personal glory or to get closer to a boy or whatever Adrien's motivation was because - notably - his motivation didn't matter in this episode about needing pure motives to be allowed to do things.
What if he didn't care about the competition and only did it to get closer to his classmates? That's not even a random guess. It's a valid read because Adrien ultimately gives his spot to Max while claiming that Max is the better player even though Adrien very clearly beat Max at the start of the episode. Ignoring that weird nonsense dialogue, why was it fine for Adrien to compete when he didn't care but wrong for Marinette to do the same? And Max wanting to compete to show off his skills is also a totally selfish motivation, so why does it matter that he wanted it more? Everything about this episode was nonsense and uncomfortably sexist. If Max wants to compete, then he needs to get better at the game. That's how competitions work.
Strikeback is the second part of the season four final and it starts with Marinette mourning the fact that "Adrien" has left Paris, leading to this:
Marinette: (crestfallen) It's all over, Tikki. Tikki: He'll be back, Marinette. He's just going on a voyage!
Which would be lovely advice if Adrien was a normal boy, but he's Chat Noir and Tikki knows that. She should be freaking out and trying to find a way to get him back to Paris, but then Tikki would have to support Marinette's actions and we can't have that, so instead Tikki gives this nonsense advice because she has to be against whatever "wrong" thing Marinette is doing today.
I could come up with a few more examples, but I think those two paint a pretty good picture of issue one re Tikki. However, when it comes to Tikki, my main issue with her is less a wealth of bad advice - unlike Plagg*, I think she's right more often than not - and more a lack of support. It feels like she's just here to judge Marinette and point out when she's doing something wrong, but a good mentor should be so much more than that.
Kuro Neko is a great example of this. When Chat Noir quits, Tikki just sits back and does nothing while her young charge is freaking out. She doesn't even try to defend Marinette when Plagg is going off about Chat Noir's "ill treatment". For all Plagg's faults in that episode, at least he's doing something about the situation. Meanwhile Tikki literally has two lines in the entire episode! A similar thing happens in Kwami's Choice where Plagg is the one driving them to act while Tikki just wrings her hands in despair.
Tikki: (sighs heavily) What can we do? Plagg: We must free them of that impossible choice. We must⊠free them of us.
These are not the actions of a mentor. Mentors aren't supposed to just offer judgement about things that their mentee has already done or is considering doing. They're supposed to be a source of support and guidance in hard times, but we never really see Tikki stepping in to give Marinette that kind of advice. If memory serves, she never offers solutions or acts as a sounding board. That role is mainly filled by Alya and I love Alya! It's good for Marinette to have support from a friend, but Alya is also a teenager while Tikki is an ancient being who has seen many Ladybugs go through the kind of struggles that Marinette is going through. I expect her to use that knowledge to help her charge, but she never does. This exchange from Passion perfectly highlights this problem:
Tikki:Â Don't worry, Plagg... my holder has decided to run away from her real feelings to pursue an impossible love with Cat Noir instead. Plagg:Â Uh, just to be sure, sugarcube, you do know that Cat Noir and my holder are one and the same person, right? Tikki:Â I do, but my holder doesn't. Plagg:Â If she declares her love to Cat Noir, something tells me she'll find out soon enough. Tikki:Â You have nothing to fear. When my holder is in love, she never gets anywhere. She'll just knit hats and make very complicated plans that will never come to fruition. Plagg:Â Hmm... ah, then everything's fine.
Tikki, I love you, but by the gods! With a mentor like you, Marinette doesn't need enemies to be miserable! Do you care about her at all??? What kind of mentor delights at their mentee's suffering? Not a good one, that's for sure.
*Quick note: I think that Plagg and Tikki are probably neck and neck for who has given the most bad advice, Plagg just feels like the bigger problem because we don't see him as much as we see Tikki. Since she's tied to the main character, Tikki gives advice in almost every episode and most episodes have decent morals.
Adrien's need for good advice can also feel more glaring because he's so isolated and passive. That makes Plagg's lack of good advice feel more harmful, but Marinette is just as isolated from real advice. Her mentor figures - Su Han, Fu, and Tikki - mostly give orders and judgement instead of support and guidance. It's just harder to spot that fact because Marinette is actively trying to do the right thing, meaning that she's more likely to make mistakes, and it's easy to see why she comes across as a lot less pathetic and a lot easier to judge.
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đđđđđđđđđ â fourteen: because you tolerated me
đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ . lee heeseung x fem!reader, park sunghoon x fem!reader
đŹđźđŠđŠđđ«đČ. Y/N always knew that her high school was dominated by wealth and privilege. Upon having a one night stand with popular athlete Lee Heeseung, she uncovers that Heeseung's friend group controls not only social dynamics but also school policies and local affairs, revealing a hidden world of power and manipulation behind their so called perfectly polished exteriors
authorâs note: wrote this at 11pm and just finished at 12:25am đ my roommate told me to head to bed but i haaaaad to update for you guys so!!! enjoy the lore, hopefully itâs not too confusing ??
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Hanni isnât so sure what to do. On one hand, she thinks she hates your guts, but on the other, she knows that she really doesnât.
In fact, Pham Hanni had lived across from you at the ripe age of three, your moms having shared the same apartment complex. Hanni hated everything about that place, it was poorly managed, and quite frankly, cheap.
âNini!â Little you yelled, your chubby baby hands reaching out for the girl in front of you. âNini!â
You never knew her actual name because you were so young, referring to her only as Nini.
Hanni loved playing with you, she would beg her mom to bring over some spoiled bread they had in the pantry to pretend to play tea party and eat.
By the time Hanni turned six, her father took custody of her. Her father worked under a man named Park Hyunwook, and that was where she met Park Seojun.
He was a fairly skinny boy, but he made himself look charming nonetheless. Seojun took Hanni under his wing whenever her dad was busy in his fatherâs company, and soon enough, the two of them became best friends.
They became close to the point where that he made sure his father secured a spot in Decelis for Hanni.
âIâll quit football if you donât do it,â he threatened, which earned him a painful slam into the door by his own father.
It worked, though.
Hanni met Jungwon in her sophomore year of high school. He was a cute, rather calm composed boy who reminded her so much of a cat. She swore she fell inlove in an instant.
They talked for quite a while, and eventually, Jungwon did ask Hanni to be his girlfriend.
He stumbled upon Seojun and her hugging after class, and even though Hanni swore to her heart that it was platonic, the younger boy wasnât having any of it.
So she spilled it out. She told him why they were huggingâof course she didâshe loved Jungwon, how could she let her relationship just go down the drain like that?
âMy dadâs threatening to pull me out of Decelis if I donât tell my mom to stop contacting him.â She explained, and Jungwon didnât understand what Seojun had to do with it.
Turns out, Seojunâs father was the one paying the tuition. If she was pulled out of Decelis, she would never see any of her friends ever again.
âWell, I donât care if youâre rich or not Han, I love you.â
Despite Yang Jungwon promising his love to her, all Seojun could think about was how scandalous it could be if word ever got out that his father was paying for Hanniâs spot when millions of scholarship kids were still waiting.
So he killed him. Pushed him off a cliff. Seojun wasnât a monsterâmaybe he was an awful personâbut that didnât mean he hated Jungwon. He just couldnât risk it. His reputation was far way more important than some guy his friend was dating.
Besides, Hanni was a pretty girl. Sheâd find loads of boyfriends by the time Jungwon was gone.
âAre you listening to me? Hello?â
Heeseung waves a hand in front of your face, a playful smile comes to his face when he sees you snap out of your daze.
âSorry,â you say. âI was justâŠâ
He looked over at your direction, sighing when he sees Sunghoon and Hanni all close to each other. âLooking at the newly inlove couple? Yeah, I know.â
âInlove is a reach.â
Heeseung shrugs. âI just want class to end so I can take you out for dinner.â
You practically choke at his confident tone. âWe made up literally a few days ago.â
âSo? I mean it when I say youâre important to me, Y/N.â
Any girl in your spot wouldâve dropped dead at Lee Heeseung practically melting in a puddle in your presence.
âYou should smile more,â Sunghoon says from the table across yours, his hands coming under Hanniâs chin to smush her two cheeks together.
She slaps his arm away, annoyed. âYouâre lucky Seojun didnât kill you.â
Sunghoon grows tense at that, his eyebrows furrowed. âWhat did you say to me?â
âNothing.â
Danielle grows uncomfortable in her seat, her eyes dashing around the room. âHowâs home life Hanni?â
Hanni shrugs, stabbing her fork into the mushy mashed potatoes the school had served. âNothing better than before.â
She wanted to cry so badly in her seat. But if anyone had caught onto the tears that were forming at the edge of her eyes, she would lose the reputation she so desperately worked hard to maintain.
âExcuse me.â She hurriedly rushed off. Sunghoon stands up after her, but Danielle places a hand in front of him.
âJust let her be Hoon.â
And who was Sunghoon to argue with Danielle?
She practically grows limp as she reaches the end of the empty corridor, far away from the cafeteria. Her mascara is probably smudged like crazy, and she doesnât even want to think about how insane she might look to a passerby.
âAre you okay?â You donât register the crying girl as Hanni at first. You had just bid goodbye to Heeseung and dropped him off at his business management class, so you were in a rush to get to your class before your teacher gave you detention.
âJust leave me alone.â
Your eyes widened. âHanni?â
Hanni never felt more embarrassed in her entire life. She didnât even know why she was crying so hard.
Sunghoon, despite always being around her, was never truly there for her.
Sure, he was there when she broke down in tears complaining about her dad, but he only used that as collateral against her when Seojun had threatened him after he too found out about how Seojunâs dad had been paying for Hanniâs tuition.
Hanni had opened up to him more than she knows she shouldâve. She told him how much she hated her dad, how everytime she went home from Decelis, she couldnât wait to go back because she couldnât stand an day in that house, let alone an hour.
And what did Sunghoon do with that information? He used it against her.
Sunghoon wasnât like Yang Jungwon. Seojun couldnât just kill him off, he was an important asset to the Park Administration for the local politics, the same ones that Seojunâs father was running for.
Killing Sunghoon was too much of a big risk for everybody involved.
Sunghoon knew he had that power over Seojun. He knew Park Seojun couldnât cry to his daddy about him and he knew that he could destroy Hanniâs whole life with a snap of his fingers.
But he didnât. It wasnât fun that way. Plus, like Seojun said, Hanni was a pretty girl. Much prettier than other girls at Decelis. Sunghoon actually liked her.
Heeseung just had to get in his way. The boy knew Hanni first, but Sunghoon managed to squeeze his way to the top within months of joining the friend group. He knew Lee Heeseung had too much of a weak stomach to keep secrets like this. Lee Heeseung was a coward, and would always be in Sunghoonâs eyes.
âDrop him.â
âWhat?â
âAre you deaf? I said drop him.â
Hanni didnât want drop Heeseung. She just wanted to feel loved. Heeseung made her feel loved. Sure, she didnât like him enough to actually pursue himâbut she loved the attention and adoration he had for her despite seeing through all her faults. Lee Heeseung cared for her, she just didnât have the energy to care for him back.
So she let herself reject Heeseungâs confession on the night of Seojunâs gala, she let Sunghoon humiliate him in front of their whole friend group, she agreed to become Sunghoonâs girlfriend.
Why? Because Pham Hanniâs reputation was too big for her to let a man destroy it.
âYou can tell me whatâs wrong, you know, I wonât judge.â
âGod, I hate you.â She whispers, hands harshly rubbing away the tears.
âWhy Hanni? What did I ever do to you?â
âBecause you tolerated me.â She cries even more. âBecause you never once called me out on my behavior, because despite me being a total bitch, you were always nice to me.â
You had no idea what to say, so you didnât say anything. You just rubbed Hanniâs back, wondering why the hell you were actually feeling bad for the girl who made your life a living hell for weeks.
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title: YOU'RE ENGAGED??
summary: how does he react when he accidentally hears that you're getting engaged to someone who's not him?
pairings: various x reader. (albedo, alhaitham, cyno, kaveh, kinich, neuvillette, venti)
content warning: ooc characters potentially, (if you feel like there are ways to make someone go like wow that's 100% like that character please lemme know through asks i want to improve my writing) unrequited love, slight jealousy.
notes: if someone wants like a part 2 like an aftermath please let me know ! or any asks really <.3
âWait wait wait! Hold on just a moment!!! N-no way this is true!! (Name), youâre⊠ENGAGED??!âÂ
The Travelerâs silver-haired, fairy-like companion, Paimon, visibly wasn't able to keep her surprise and excitement to herself. She and the Traveler had known you since forever, so when he heard that you were going to get married soon just seemed like something so surreal to her; to both of them. And yes, immediately, the Traveler created a mental list of potential fiances, since you were set on hiding the personâs identity until the wedding out of your own embarrassment.
âSh-shush!! Paimon!! People are going to find out! Iâm trying to keep this under wraps until a few weeks before the wedding!! But⊠Yes, I am.â Some passerby turned their heads at Paimonâs outburst, and your cheeks suddenly felt warm. But your eyes were alive with an unbridled excitement and anticipation for your wedding, because you were truly happy with this arrangement.
âWell,â the Traveler, also your best friend, Aether, stepped towards you, before enveloping you in a hug. This had been a dream of yours since forever, he was so happy for you! âYouâll invite us to your wedding, wonât you?â Aether joked, but he already knew you would. Of course, neither he nor Paimon would miss it, even if it took some time away from their journey on Teyvat as this was something they both wanted to be here for.
âThereâs no way I wouldn't! You knowâŠâ But for someone who happened to be listening in on you, the rest of your conversation tuned out as time suddenly stood still for said person as he thought about what had just come out of your lips.
â
ALBEDO
Happened to stumble upon you all by chance.
One time, Sucrose told him that heâd been writing the wrong formula for some chemical for some time now, he was doing this absent-mindedly, and she understood that something was distracting him.Â
So, in order to get rid of the distraction, he confided in her the odd feelings that he felt whenever youâd come around to help. Sucrose chalked it up to a crush.
A crush⊠Albedo didnât understand fully what it meant to âhave a crushâ on someone.Â
But maybe, just maybe⊠the tightening feeling in him⊠was part of that âhaving a crushâ. He did know, however, that he didnât like this at all.
ALHAITHAM
Was sort of surprised to hear about it at first.
When he went back home to his books, the word âmarriageâ somehow came up in his texts, and he remembered what heâd heard earlier.
Skipped past that page as the chapter later branched into a new topic, but he was still thinking.
Though heâd never seen you as a potential romantic partner before, he couldnât deny the distaste he felt as he pondered the idea of you being called someone elseâs wife.Â
Still, doesnât want to think that he feels anything for you.
CYNO
Heâd actually been infatuated by you for quite a while, and heâd only told Tighnari about this.
Because of his job as the General Mahamatra, he knew that if he tried to pursue a relationship with anyone, it would put their life at risk: so in this case, it would put your life at risk. So in the end he just decided it would be best if he kept his feelings to himself.
Who knew that youâd be snatched up by some other man so soon? Well, he had anticipated it⊠but perhaps he shouldâve done something about his feelings before it was too late. And now it was.
Finds himself trying to find out about this person when heâs supposed to be doing his job.
KAVEH
Stunned, but knows he shouldâve expected this. Heâs absolutely heartbroken.
He makes an effort to avoid you whenever he can, drowning himself into his architectural work and goes out to drink more often.Â
He accidentally spills his emotions to Alhaitham one evening when he came home after drinking particularly heavily one night. Alhaitham doesn't quite comfort him, the two having a strained relationship after all⊠but Alhaitham did know about your engagement before Kaveh did, but he chose not to tell him himself.
In the end, he accepts that heâs lost you, drowning himself in his work more often.
KINICH
Mualani was walking with him when this happened, and she hadnât known about Kinichâs infatuation with you, so she kinda fist-bumped the air in a fit of giggles, she was so happy for you! So happy that she didnât realize Kinich was walking away until a bit too late.
He goes on with his day, his thoughts somehow always tracing back to you no matter what they were.
In reality, it doesnât affect Kinich the way it might affect someone else, and that was solely because Kinich understood he had a price to pay for not acting on his feelings quick enough. He didnât even know if he had the courage to ever try anyway.
That didnât mean he wasnât upset though.
NEUVILLETTE
Being the Chief Justice of Fontaine, Neuvillette never had the time for relationships. Not until he met you, when he found himself wanting to see you happy, liking it whenever you visited him, for any personal matter or work-related.Â
The reason he didnât tell you how he felt was because he was always so busy, and for some time it didnât occur to him that he didnât exactly have eternity to spend with you.
Even though the look on his face is apathetic, he truly does feel remorse for not telling you how he felt before it was too late. It rained heavily for the rest of that day.
VENTI
Doesnât take it seriously. But perhaps he was just denying it in his mind; you couldnât be engaged. You were his best friend, how would you have time for him if you had a husband?
Spends his days with you normally, even forgetting what had occurred earlier and enjoying his time with you more â not that he notices how you donât look at him much at all anymore.
One day while at the tavern, drunk and playing his songs for anyone who spared him a glance, he heard some gossip, as he does whenever heâs there â but itâs about you. You, and that hottie who is your fiance, how cute you guys looked together, howâ
He didnât know why, but he didnât like hearing that.
#genshin x reader#genshin impact#kinich x reader#kaveh x reader#albedo x reader#genshin fanfic#cyno x reader#venti x reader#angst#albedo x you#genshin x you#kinich x y/n#âfanfiction.#cyno x you#alhaitham x reader#kaveh x reader angst#neuvillette x reader#kinich x you#alhaitham x reader angst#genshin#engagement#venti x y/n
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james potter
MASTERLIST âą THE MARAUDERS âą 07/23/24
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james potter two
đŁČ you donât really like me, you just think you do I @perpetuallydaydreaming
đŁČ time warp I @astonishment
when the time-turner breaks, you find yourself at the start of 6th year once again. the only difference? itâs 1976. stuck in a time you shouldnât even be alive in, you do your best to blend in, anxiously awaiting to see if dumbledore can help you get home. that all goes out the window when you catch the eye of a certain bespectacled boy. and the more time you spend with him, the harder it gets to walk away. but you have toâŠright?
đŁČ why didnât we work out I @/astonishment
James Potter had two girlfriends in seventh year at Hogwarts. Y/N Y/L/N, who he dated for five months; and Lily Evanâs, who he dated afterwards. When heâs dared to call on of his exes, guess whoâs number he dialsâŠ
đŁČ if i kiss you, iâm sorry I @/astonishment
a miscommunication at a party leads to james asking y/n to be his girlfriend and the two quickly find themselves going from strangers to lovers. the problem is, itâs all fakeâŠuntil it isnât.
đŁČ on the house @/astonishment
James has a crush on Y/N, a regular at the coffee shop he works at. When he suspects her boyfriend might be cheating on her, he feels the need to get involved.
đŁČ youâre losing me I @/astonishment
you and james potter have a friendship like no other, with the most unbreakable bondâŠor so everyone thought. when you get hanahaki, you start pulling away from james and no matter how hard he tries, he canât see, to do anything right. with your friendship being put to the ultimate test, will you find your way back to each other? or will james lose you for good?
đŁČ behind them all I @in-between-thighs
itâs no secret that Hogwarts likes gossip and that it spreads quickly through the hallways but this time when James potterâs new secret girlfriend is the subject of said rumors everyone is scandalized, specially you.
đŁČ shy!reader I @moonstruckme
đŁČ blackcat!reader I @/moonstruckme
đŁČ love letter I @ddejavvu
Your daughter has been the mailmanâs little helper for weeks, unbeknownst to you. You decide to take up the chance to get to know him better, after all, it would be a shame if your daughter knew the handsome man who wrote you love letters better than you did.
đŁČ bsf!james no boundaries I @/ddejavvu
đŁČ bsf!james I @/ddejavvu
đŁČ obsessed oblivious bsf!james I @/ddejavvu
đŁČ eyes on you I @lustsickforyou
james potterâ if anything, was a flirt until the very end. so when he sees a very pretty girl in the library he couldnât help himself but to go speak with her.
đŁČ what was i made for? I @once-upon-an-imagine
đŁČ no denial I @slythxn
Is it too late for Lily to finally tell James how she feels? Why deny the feelings one is obviously feeling?
đŁČ playing pretend I @dilf-lover99
When Reader's best friend James requests her assistance capturing the attention of Lily Evans, the two decide to make some changes to their relationship. Sort of.
đŁČ is it chill that youâre in my head? I @boneblushed
your best friend James isnât sure why heâs so angry about the fact that youâre going on a date with someone else.
đŁČ readers first time I @moonlightspencie
đŁČ i can see you I @pretty-little-mind33
James panics when he sees what his boggart is.
đŁČ gorgeous I @/pretty-little-mind33
You and James stumble upon an ancient book of spells rumored to enhance pleasure.
đŁČ thank you, mclaggen I @ellecdc
đŁČ pregnant!reader I @/ellecdc
đŁČ iâve got plans sorry part 2 I @livinginshambles
James is whipped. He adores his girlfriend so much, to the point that it starts to bother his friends. His reaction to a confrontation about it with his friends is to completely pull away from you, always finding new excuses to avoid you, leaving you to try and approach him. When you overhear him trying to be cool under peer pressure and say that you're too clingy, you also start pulling away, using the same excuses.
đŁČ iâd thought youâd be different part 2 part 3 I @/livinginshambles
A cinderella story (maybe a little romeo and juliet while we're at it) but Hogwarts - Enemies-ish to lovers. You find an enchanted parchment through wich you anonymously talk to a stranger (James). When you meet him at the Yule ball, he is not who you expected, but you give him a chance. When you realise that was clearly a mistake, you flee cinderella style.
đŁČ how much are we worth? I @/livinginshambles
Sirius bets that James can't get a girl to go out with him. James pursues you and falls for you. You are hurt when you find out that you were just a bet, even more when you realise how little they bet on you.
đŁČ obsessed I @lucyrose191
Itâs no secret that James Potter is absolutely obsessed with his girlfriend and he couldnât be more in love.
đŁČ i guess i thought it would be harder for you to let me go I @morwap
đŁČ saudade I @embrassemoi
James Potter realized he spent years chasing after the wrong girl. But is it too late to finally tell you how he feels?
đŁČ flipped I @wicchyy
youâve been obsessed with James since you met him, but he doesnât feel nearly the same. then, heâs flipped.
đŁČ caramel pie I @ballroamblitz
james smells caramel pie on the amortentia potion
đŁČ warm I @astralee
james deems you marriage worthy because you play with his hair (and he likes you)
đŁČ triwizard tournament I @patrophthia
đŁČ big, strong james potter I @rainydayathogwarts
James Potter is just a big softie with a praise kink and a girlfriend who feeds it, especially during sex.
đŁČ moth to a flame I @santaasi
what could be more forbidden than loving your brother's best friend?
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â§.* CHAPTER 2 || Fuck The Foolish Mistakes
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[ { SYPNOSIS } ] †A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.
[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] †language, masturbation, pervy!gojo, tw; mentions/hints of stalking & obsession, some heinous activities, dark themes, disturbing actions, etc.
[ { WORD COUNT } ] †5.2k
[ { PAIRINGS } ] †jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.
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ââTHE SUMMER BEFORE everything went to shit for you was the same summer in which you and Shoko decided to move in together. For two months of break, it felt so much longer than that. It was a time in which you spent getting closer and closer to Shoko, so much so that it was only natural that you would call her one of your closest friends.
Although, said friendship seemed rather one-sided. Sure, you both got along pretty well but from what it seemedâ Shoko had plenty of other friends to run to whenever she wished. So, after you realized that, you got a bit more real with yourself and dubbed her as simply your roommate. Closest friend, but roommate nonetheless.
This summer was also spent single after youâd gotten dumped a few weeks before the last semester ended. You were sad about it for a while but Shoko was there to cheer you up. Meanwhile, the other people you thought were your friends steadily started to showcase their truer colors, revealing how they never really cared too much about you to begin with and dropped you just like your boyfriend had.
Ah, whatever, thatâs all old stuff anyway. It took you maybe a week to get over all that foolishness. So by the time summertime came around, you thought things would get better for you. Instead, you lost your job and thatâs where your struggle began. You may have picked up one or two during your summer break but ultimately, none of them stuck long enough to trickle over to your final two semesters of school.
And as you went through such things, a certain someone was keeping track of it all like some fucking stalker. This person in question being none other than Gojo Satoru himself. Unlike you, his summer was rather pleasant. He started babysitting due to his not-so-hidden love for children, he went out a decent number of times, and he heard things about you without even asking.
Why? Because he had a wonderful friend who talked about you to no endâ Gojo became very thankful for Shoko because itâs due to her that the pages of his notebook began to fill with endless entries about you. Perhaps journaling you became some kind of hobby for him.
Or maybe it was the fact that he couldnât see you as much since it was summertime so he treasured every bit of information he got on you. Why was he so hooked on noting it all down though? Was it really curiosity at this point or, was it something so much more? Heâd long since labeled it as a crush but that doesnât excuse his journaling.
Hell, at one point Gojo found himself mindlessly writing down vivid details of the way your laugh soundsâ from any pitch thatâs ever grazed his ears, to the number of breaths taken before and after. It was then that Gojo dropped his pencil and read over what the hell heâd written down.
His hand shot up to his forehead and his fingers went to soothe his temples, brows tensing, and eyes narrowing at his own words. Did he⊠Did he really just sit here and describe a woman, who heâs never spoken to, and how her laugh sounds? At the realization, Gojo had to close his journal and push it away from himself.
Sometimes, he may try to pretend like he doesnât see any harm behind this journaling thing of his but at moments like this⊠He nearly creeps himself out. Imagine if you were to ever stumble upon such a thing. Gojoâs almost disgusted with himself. Not even a hi or hello has ever been spoken to you and yet here he was printing the details of that joyful sound you make when you find something humorous.
Gojo was very self-aware by that point, mentally telling himself that he needed to stop this madness and just talk to you like he craved. Maybe Suguru was right, maybe your having a boyfriend didnât matter.
On that day, Gojo shouldâve listened to his own warnings. He shouldâve taken care of his own red flags right then and there.
But instead, he only got worse.
â--
Depicting the details of your laughter was one thing. But going out of his way to print out photos of you heâd found on Instagram was an entirely different level of crazy.
Okay, so perhaps this was no longer just some cute lilâ crush⊠Gojo doesnât know how his⊠curiosity got so dark. He doesnât know where or when it really started but at some point, he thinks he became aware that this wasnât exactly normal. Eventually, Gojo realized this was more of an obsessionâ you were an obsession.
A scary one too. Even scary to himself. The mere mention of your name would make Gojoâs heart race, whenever Shoko came around smelling like you in the slightest bit, Gojo could feel his mind blur and his thoughts instantly run to you.
One time Shoko, who was just as oblivious to this as everyone else at the time, showed the man a video of you and her trying some challenge together. Gojo doesnât remember the challenge at all or even what either of you was doing in that video but he does remember having his eyes all over you.
He remembers seeing you hug Shoko by the end of the video and the feeling that burned in his heart. Such a deep form of jealousy swirled inside him and he couldnât understand it. He never cared about Shoko being close to you before but now, it had pained him to watch his friend have the opportunity to feel youâ to talk to you.
Something that Gojo told himself he no longer deserved to do. Yeah, he knows it was even more foolish but he felt as though he should be self-punished for his strange actions in regards to you.Â
Those photos that he printed of you went right into his journal, along with an entry about how he wonders what itâs like to feel your touch. He wonders what holding a full conversation with you would be like. Would you laugh at the things he says? Would you playfully hit him if he utters something ridiculous? Are your hands soft? Would they feel soft wrapped around his cock-
Yet again did Gojo find himself dropping his pencil. Though, he doesnât know which reason was worse. The fact that he really wrote that question down or the throb he felt in his cock at the mere thought of said question. Gulping, he told himself for the millionth time that he was losing his damn mind.
So much so that he had to push his journal away and really think about what the hell he just asked. He tipped his head back and stared up at the ceiling, letting out a long sigh at himself. Heâd lost it, hadnât he? Thinking about you in such a vulgar way without even knowing what talking to you is like is the very definition of insanity, yes?
No, this is just his obsession. Heâs not insane. But hey, maybe the two go hand and handâ maybe thereâs no difference between being batshit crazy and obsessing over someoneâŠ
Either way, Gojo tries to collect himself, moving to look down at his current state only to find that his cock didnât just throb, instead the damn thing got hard. The sight was disappointing, to say the least. Gojo stared at the outline of his dick, wondering what the hell is wrong with his body and how the fuck he got hard so damn fast. All he did was think about youâŠ
He moves to part his legs a bit more, trying to comfort himself and deciding he was going to ignore his boner and just return to writing. Though, as he leans up and pulls his journal back toward himself, his cock aches yet again. Gojo lets out a little groan, somewhat scolding himself for being like this.
And then he manages to ignore himself for a bit longer. At least, up until he does nothing more than read your name on his page. His focus narrowed in on the letters of your name, the sound of it echoing throughout his brain before his lips parted and he let out a sound.
His hand shoots up to his face and he covers his mouth, completely confused as to what the hell heâd just done. There was absolutely no way heâd nearly moaned at your name alone. Oh this was⊠No, he was losing it-, not even, heâd lost it already.
Gojo steadily wiped his mouth, fingers rubbing over his jawline for a moment before he looked down to his crotch. He could now feel how stupidly wet his tip was. Was he in heat or something? How the hell did he get so horny from⊠reading your name? Thinking about you? Hell, he doesnât even know where to pinpoint the cause of all this anymore.
Shaking his head, his first thought was that he was in no way going to touch himself to the thought of you. Absolutely not. Fuck no. He may be obsessed but heâs not a⊠actually, thereâs really no word he could use to describe what heâs not right now because he pretty much checks every box for an obsessive pervert.
âShit,â Gojo huffed, glancing over to his wide-open room door. A second passes, then two, then three before heâs standing to his feet and walking over to the door.
The man glanced out into the hall, finding no signs of Geto anywhere before he shuts his door. Then, he pauses and stares at the lock. Heâs not really about to do this, is he?
âŠ
He locks the door and rushes right back over to his seat. Gojo slouches back a little this time and his legs part, his eyes low on his hard cock resting against his thigh and how painfully it was bulging against the fabric of his clothes.
âFuckinâ hell,â He whispers. Thereâs no way youâd gotten him this hardâŠ
You and your⊠everything. The very idea of you made Gojo roll his hips upward, causing faint friction against his clothed cock. Then he shook his head and looked away from himself.
âNope, Iâm not doinâ this shit,â He whispered. He canât jerk off to some girl he doesnât even know. He shouldnât.
Itâd be different if you were some pornstar he was infatuated with, then he could jerk off to you and thereâd be no issue. But when youâre his friendâs friend⊠itâd be so weird of him to do so.
Even if you have the prettiest face heâs ever seen. Despite your laugh leaving him in some kind of trance. Ignoring the way your voice sounds. Disregarding how kind you seem from afar. Nevermind the way you walk, the things you wearâ and how the first time he saw you, you were in a skin-tight blue dress-
Gojoâs jaw drops a little, âOh fuck,â His voice is already breathy and his hand has found its way to his aching cock, groping himself through his clothing.
He looks down at himself all over again, body hot and breath unsteady already. He swallows thickly and finally lets out a groan before moving to tug his cock out, watching how it slaps against his abdomen and letting out another heavy breath of air.
Gojo moves his hands to his thighs and just gazes at his cock for a moment, seeing how it twitches so desperately-, desperately for you, and how his tip is leaking with precum already. Hell, it look like he came already, cum leaking down along his dick so lewdly.
What would anyone think if they found him like thisâŠ
One of his hands moves to grab his journal and he flips to the page with your pictures on it. He shouldnât do this. This is wrong-
A whine slips past his lips the second his eyes are met with your face. Then his fingers are wrapping around his shaft and heâs jerking himself off without second thought. âFuuck,â He moans, tossing his head back with his lower lip beginning to tremble already.
His hand was working the length of his dripping cock furiously, back arching ever so slightly in pure desperation and utter need. Oh how he wished it was your hand here instead of his. Fuck, what would your mouth feel like? Hell, how are you during sex? Are you the submissive type? Would you let him have his way with you? Fuck that pretty mouth of yours like he wishes to?
Or are you the more dominant type? Would you have his legs shaking from sucking him off? You probably would. He can only imagine what your lips would look like wrapped around his cockâ already wet with spit and dribbles of his cum. Your face would probably be all messy but you might like that kinda thing, right?
Gojo whines, his eyes flickering and hand not slowing for even so much as a second. Shit, your mouth is probably heavenly but what would your pussy feel like? How wet would you get for him? Would you take him all in one go? Beg him to fuck you faster?
Fuck, would you get on top of him? Take control? Ride him tilâ heâs the one begging you to stop? Again, Gojo moans into the air, a few times actually. His wrist rotates as he fists his needy cock, veiny length aching for anything from you.
He wonders if youâd want him to talk you through it. Or if youâd talk him through it. Would you be mean? Nice? Fuck, his thoughts are driving him crazy. In all honesty, heâd consider himself a complete slut for you. Heâd do whatever you wanted him to.
Gojo ends up shifting, moving to hunch forward as he grows a bit overwhelmed. âFuck, fuck-,â He gasps and chokes out a whimper of your name. Would you let him be some little slut for you? Because he would be, with zero hesitation. âFuck me,â Gojo mumbles, watching as his cock twitches in his hands.
Youâd probably praise him, wouldnât you? Tell him how good heâs doing for you, encourage him to keep going-, or maybe youâd do the exact opposite. Perhaps you would degrade him.
Gojoâs eyes roll back at the mere imagination of you ever degrading him, calling him pathetic for being like this, a slut for shamefully jerking off to you, or even a bitch-
Heâs cumming before he even realizes he is, moaning and moaning after the thought of you ever calling him such a thing. He doesnât even know why that turned him on so much, heâs never been into that kinda thing before but when itâs you, shit⊠he canât even control himself.
Messing up his hand, groaning out your name, moving to stand up with shaky legs, and continuing as his cock doesnât go down. Then Gojo looks at the picture of you again, aligning his cock with the image and stroking himself angrily. He cannot believe himself right now but itâs much too late to care.
The damage is beyond done as he starts moaning again, small whines of fuck leaving his wet lips over and over the more he stares at your picture. Then heâs thrusting his hips into his hand, moving his free hand to grab ahold of the desk in front of him as if to brace himself.
Gojo heaves as he gets himself off. Tears well up in his eyes and he just knows he sounds so stupidly desperate right now, moaning, groaning, whining, and even whimpering for you whilst he fucks his fist. Eventually closing his eyes, he imagines you there with him, mentally illustrating the way your face would twist up every time he thrusts his cock deep inside you.
He could make you feel so fucking good if you ever let him. Heâd treat you so well, give you anything and everything under the sun, make sure thereâs always a smile on your face, and prioritize your needs over his own at all times.
By that point, heâs chanting your name in mindless little whispers, feeling his balls ache before the tip of his cock spurts out thick and hot ropes of cumâ all over that same picture heâd been staring at.
Left panting, Gojo had to deal with the aftermath of his high. His eyes were slow to open and when he realized he came all over one of his pictures of you, he was even more disgusted with himself.
It took him a moment to gather himself after his actions but when he finally does, he cleans the filthy mess heâd made of himself and that damn photo before closing his journal and putting it awayâ telling himself heâd never do that again.
â---
Although, his little declaration didnât last very long. A week later and he was jerking off with you in mind yet again. The same guilt and disgust follow afterward and Gojo tells himself he needs something else to put his focus on thatâs not you.
Like his job for example; babysitting. What better to put his mind on to distract him from the way his mind, body, and soul crave you so desperately?
With that in mind, Gojo started with his scheduling. As time stood, he had roughly three different kids he babysat on a regular basis, all of which were looked after separately but looked after nonetheless. The first was a girl, whose name was Nobora. She was rather bratty in Gojoâs opinion but he didnât mind, he liked how having her around reminded him of having that of a little sister.
Then there was Megumi, a child who so clearly hates him but is forced to be around him anyway. That hatred got even worse when the kid broke his leg while on Gojoâs watchâ an event in which Gojo will forever find strange because the two were at a park and he swears he looked away for two seconds only to hear screaming moments later by nearby children.
By the time he made it to Megumi, his leg was broken and Gojo was to blame.
Aside from that, the last kid that Gojo found himself watching over sometimes was Itadori Yuji. Now this, this is where things got interesting.
For starters, Gojo never understood why he was hired to watch over Yuji when the kid had a perfectly capable older brother to do so. Then again, he didnât question it once he saw he got paid quite handsomely for it.
Sometimes Gojo went over to the Itadori residence and others he picked Yuji up. Either way, the number of times Gojo encountered Sukuna was rather slim. They only ever interacted when it was time for payments to be made. Outside of that, Gojo knew little of Sukuna (his school reputation for being a major partier aside).
Any other information he got from the man came from Yuji, who Gojo would randomly question every now and then. Though, Yuji never spoke much about his older brotherâ only that heâs a bit short-tempered. Given that, Gojo had no reason to think twice about their family or relations at all.
Even when Yuji would appear with a bruise or two, Gojo didnât put two and two together until it was much too late. The first few bruises, Yuji said he got them from playing around too much and falling, to which Gojo believed since heâd seen how clumsy Yuji could be firsthand.
As such, this went on for weeks and weeks but the day Gojo finally started realizing something was up, was the same day in which heâd finally meet the consequences for his previous actions.
On that day, before Yuji was dropped off to be babysat, Gojo was busy making vows to himself. The first being that heâd finally man up and fucking talk to you. He doesnât really know what finally came over him but he felt as though it was time. Something, perhaps the universe, told him that after todayâ heâd grow some balls and hold a genuine conversation with you.Â
Only a few days ago had he learned from Shoko that you now resided with her so things were going to be rather easy. There was about a week and a half of summer left, giving Gojo some time to not only talk to you but also get to know you firsthand.
His self-revelation came about after he reread every journal entry he had of you, jotting down one final entry of how he planned to talk to you. It was supposed to be casual, he would ask for your number, become friends with you, and go from there based on whether or not you showed any attraction toward him.
With such plans in mind, Gojo thinks it is safe to say that his obsession is finally being tamed. He was getting in control of it after having had such lewd thoughts of you multiple times within the past month and making entries of how he was left feeling in his journal.
That may have been what his last straw wasâ the whole pervertedness of it all. He was getting weirded out by it himself. Maybe once he started talking to you, his obsession would completely die down. Perhaps the reality of you would help ground him from this fictional high heâs had himself on ever since his obsession was born.
Though, it seems the world finds humor in the suffering of people and Gojo was forced to learn this the hard way.
Of course, as soon as he tells himself heâs gonna clean up his act and do whatâs right, his punishment shows up in the form of a person who finds joy in watching others struggle. This person is none other than Sukuna himself, who shows up at the worst time imaginable.
Amid pure stupidity and thoughtlessness, Gojo quickly found himself in a situation in which could not be undone.
â-
After babysitting Yuji for maybe two hours, there was a knock on Gojoâs front door. Yuji sat on the living room couch, watching some cartoons as he swung his feet back and forth. Gojo was in the nearby kitchen, journal in hand before he went to answer the door.
That wonderful journal of his was left sitting on the kitchen counter, right in the open for anyone to see.Â
That aside, when Gojo opened his front door, he was met with Sukuna. The two barely even greeted one another before the tatted man reminded Gojo it was payment day. The transaction was meant to be done inside so, Gojo allowed Sukuna to enter the apartment.
Yuji hardly glanced over to the two men before Sukuna nodded his head back, silently telling the kid to go ahead and make his way to the car. With no argument, Yuji sighed and grabbed what little of his things before he walked over to the two, briefly said bye to Gojo, and then made his way outside.
Gojo was going to question why Sukuna let the kid go out by himself like that but, heâs made his mistakes of asking too many questions in the past and has suffered the consequences. Not wanting to deal with a mouthy Sukuna, Gojo remained quiet until Yuji was gone.
Phones were pulled out and the two men moved to make that transaction of theirs. Sukuna had strange tendencies and rules, one of them being that Yuji wasnât allowed to be present for what Sukuna considered adult business. It was something Gojo didnât understand but, nothing crazy to really bat an eye at.
Just before Sukuna gets ready to send the money to Gojoâ something in which he requires Gojo to be present to make sure nothing goes askew, Gojo starts noticeably squirming all over the place.
Sukuna raises a brow, âFucks wrong with you?â
âGotta use the bathroom,â Gojo huffs out without moving from where he stands.
The pink-haired man tilts his head, âThen go use the bathroom? Iâm not gonna leave without paying you so relax.â
Gojo stands there a mere moment longer, contemplating a few things. The transaction couldâve been done by now but he felt like he was two seconds away from embarrassing himself so he just let out a long sigh before running off to the nearby bathroom. Thus leaving Sukuna standing there alone.
Now, Sukuna doesnât consider himself to be a nosy personâ he could usually care less about what others had going on in their lives unless it affected or entertained him. And where Gojoâs concerned, he honestly did neither at the time. He was just Yujiâs babysitter so Sukuna didnât see much interesting about the guy.
That was, until he took his time alone to glance around Gojoâs apartment. Sukunaâs eyes wandered, studying the plain attempts at decoration and how utterly unstructured Gojoâs apartment appeared to be. Well, aside from some spots, it was rather clear that two people were living here, one more cleanly than the other.
Even so, Sukuna remained uninterested until he spotted a single book on the nearby kitchen counter. His eyes narrowed and he found himself surprised someone like Gojo would ever pick up a book. Again, the two knew little of one another aside from whatever school reputations they hadâ Gojo being known as some praying fuckboy and Sukuna being known as some hotheaded party-thrower. One couldâve assumed that the two would get along considering how their interests seem to align.
With that being said, Sukuna found himself walking toward this book without a second thought. The cover was completely blank and he realized it wasnât a book at all. It was a journal.
Intrigued, Sukuna picks it up and does nothing more than pick a page at random to see if heâd find anything amusing, perhaps something to taunt Gojo with. Yâknow, something to get a laugh out of.
The very last thing Sukuna expected to see was a page with a picture of some girl on it in the middle, surrounded by rather⊠creepy depictions of the woman. Details on the clothing in the picture, how much it cost, where to find it, depictions of where the woman went on that day, whether or not she seemed happy or sad, how many times Gojo heard her laugh-
Sukuna found himself disturbed instantly as he skimmed over the page. Though, not enough to stop him from turning the page. It seemed that such a creepy entry was one of many. Although, the first page he saw was definitely the creepiest. What ended up becoming the cherry on top was when Sukuna read over the fact that Gojoâs never spoken to you.
At that point, Sukuna scoffed, finding Gojo nothing but a fool for writing about a woman in such a way without ever talking to her. With dates, times, etcetera, Gojo had a ridiculous number of entries on this woman, so much so that it actually left Sukuna both curious and⊠entertained.
So when the sound of Gojo coming out of the bathroom hits Sukunaâs ears, he doesnât even flinch or attempt to act like he wasnât looking through the journal. Instead, Gojo walks out of the bathroom and finds Sukuna with the item in his hands.
It was at that very second that Gojo felt his heart sink to his goddamn toes. His eyes went wide and he froze in his steps, Sukuna not even so much as glancing away from the journal in his hands.
Gojo swallowed the overwhelming lump in his throat and attempted to say something-, anything, âWhat-â
âMy my, what a fucking pervert you are,â Sukuna hummed enthusiastically, finally flicking his maroon gaze up to a dumbfounded Gojo. âThis is disgusting, really. I mean,â Sukuna glances back down and smiles, âYou love this woman and youâve never even spoken to her?â
All wide-eyed and practically speechless, Gojo fumbles for a way to explain himself, âI-â
âAnd you fantasize about fucking her quite often,â Sukuna scoffs, tongue seeping out to lick his lips for a moment, âI can see why but shit⊠Youâre a fuckinâ weirdo.â
âYou-,â Gojo cocks his head back and blinks, the slightest mention of Sukuna taking interest in your appearance causing him to go right back to that not-so-rational state of his. Blinded by a deep obsession toward you, Gojo is slow with his words, â...You can see why? The hell does that mean-â
âSheâs sexy, I get it. I see the lilâ pictures of her youâve put in here,â Sukuna comments nonchalantly, âAnd yet, what I donât get is this uh,â He clicks his tongue and smirks, âObsession you have with her. Especially without talking to her? ThatâsâŠâ He trails off for a second, his expression fading into something Gojo canât quite read.
Gojo gulps and again attempts to defend himself, âI know itâs weird, I⊠I told myself Iâm going to stop-â
âWhen?â Sukuna interrupts, voice rough, âWhen youâve already got her wrapped around your finger and refuse to let her go because of the attachment youâve created?â He questions the man almost as if heâs speaking from⊠experience.
âW-What?â Gojoâs brows push together. He never had any intentions of manipulating you in any shape or form, âNo, I-â
âWould you tell her how youâve been stalking her for months-, shit maybe even years based on some of these entries?â The way Sukuna takes a step toward Gojo lets him know that something about this seems to bother the pink-haired man.
âI havenât been stalking her, I just-â
Sukuna looks down at the open page, ââI especially liked how happy she looked today, when she smiles, she blinks about five times and when she laughs, it doubles.â What sane man writes this shit about a woman heâs never spoken to, huh?â
âSukuna justâŠâ Gojo sucks in a crisp breath of air and attempts to plead with the male in front of him, reaching his hand out for his journal, âJust pretend like you never read that a-and give me the-â
âAht aht,â Sukunaâs quick to swat his hand away and he nearly laughs at the way Gojo frowns frustratedly, âDid you really think I wouldnât keep this little gem? Hm? See, you must be a bit confused about how this is about to go.â
For a moment, Gojo just stares. He never imagined this would happen. Hell, he wasnât exactly careful with his journal but the last thing he expected was for Sukuna to pick the damn thing up. Fuck, he shouldâve never left it on the counter.Â
He lets out a sigh and his voice is small, laced with fear, â...Are you gonna tell her?â
âAm I gonna tell her?â Sukuna simply bursts out laughing, âHa! What do I look like to you? Some simple-minded fool? No, Iâm not gonna tell her.â
Gojo lets out the most thankful sigh of relief, âThank fuck-â
âYou are,â Sukuna states.
And at those words, the room goes silent. So silent that one could hear a pin drop. Gojo felt as though his blood ran cold and Sukuna had this overly smug look on his face.
It was from there on out that Gojo was set to face the consequences of his actions.
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Strains and Stresses
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x !fem reader
Warnings: Light hints at sex, mentions of drinking, the ton being cruel to the reader, Anthony fighting with the reader, old concepts about class and womanhood, a very icky insult thrown at the reader by Anthony, fluffy fluff at the end
Word Count: 2.8k
A.N: Hello my sweet loves <3 I am so sorry I have not updated in a while, I just finished finals so life has been hectic. Also- I got a job FINALLY T-T and, more importantly, the class that I was going to take during the summer fell through so I will have much more time to write! BTW THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLOWERS HOLY \^-^/. You are all so kind to me. Anyway, this is a fic based on a request that you can find here and here. I decided to mix the two, as it is a semi-angsty Ant fic that ends in fluff. I hope you enjoy my darling Anons. For those who have requested a fic, I promise they are coming! I am planning on knocking another one or two out next week, but I wanted to write a Ben fic before as he is a big comfort character for me and I need some of that energy lol. P.S. I listened to the slowed version of Futile Devices while I wrote this, because it is just what I imagine falling in love and loving would feel like. Enjoy <3
You adored working for Lady Danbury, who wouldn't? She is an incredible woman, and so very strong. You admired her, for being so independent. You thought that that would be the life you lead, alone and working out your days as a maid. Then, you met him.
Met would be the wrong word, it was more of... stumbling into him after a young debutante 'accidentally' ran into you. You knew who Anthony Bridgerton was, of course. His reputation preceded him. Many of your friends and fellow maids had spoken of how harsh, how blunt, how much of a rake, the Viscount was.
For you, however, he had never been brash nor cruel, nor had he ever lived up to his reputation. For you, he was kind, gentle, and even sweet. He had placed a steadying hand on your back and met your eyes and you knew it was over.
From then on at every ball Lady Danbury held, you would always follow him to the gardens, stealing kisses in her in-home library, and sharing stolen glances from across the ballroom. After the balls, he would take you to his townhouse and you would both spend hours speaking of your lives, your dreams, your troubles. He was nothing but a gentleman.
You tried your best to ignore the strange warmth that bloomed in your chest when you were with him. In a way, you always knew that you would end up with him. You believed that your lives were intertwined, like a string wrapped around your soul that only stopped tugging when you were near him. It was comforting.
He had expressed his love to you about seven months in, on a Sunday morning in bed. The yellow hue of the morning sunrise made it feel like you were in heaven, his hands running against your sides like you were made from the finest porcelain. He said it easily as if it was the most simple thing he had ever had to do. A simple "I love you." was murmured into your ear before his lips pressed against your forehead. Just as easily came the proposal, more of a promise, right there in the same bed.
It was simple, perhaps even plain, but not to you. To you, it showed he was comfortable enough to express his feelings, and his deepest wants, just to you. It was intimate, the light cascading down upon his skin as if he were a god, bringing out every contour and mark on his body.
After the announcement of your engagement, rumors spread like wildfire. Every house in Mayfair was a spark that made the fire grow, little trails of flame splitting off along the way until the fire was all-consuming. He had warned you that the rumors would be bad, that not many would express their support for the union of a maid and a Viscount. You just did not expect it to be so suffocating.
You found solace in his embrace, as you always did, spending countless nights wrapped in the silk sheets at his townhouse, listening to his whispers of affection and praise until they eased the tears that had spilled down your cheeks.
It went on like this for the three long months leading up to the wedding. You were married in the spring, surrounded by his loved ones as yours had passed long ago. It was small enough to feel the heavy weight of the ton lifted off of your shoulders, if only for a moment.
You honeymooned in Bath, spending time in the hillsides on worn blankets for hours, allowing your skin to be tanned by the sun. When you would go back to the villa you were staying at, you would spend the night wrapped in his bare embrace, relishing in the feeling of his skin upon yours. It was the most calming, loving, and divine three months of your life.
It has been almost eight months since the honeymoon ended. Six months of putting up with the cruel words spoken by members of the ton, of sticking to his side at balls just so you could try and shake the feeling of the many glares sent your way. Six months of learning not only what it is to be a Viscountess, but what it is like to be a noblewoman.
Anthony had spent a month teaching you the proper etiquette that came with being a noblewoman, a lot of it being common sense thanks to Lady Danbury's way of ruling around her home. However, there were some things you found to be too niche to remember. One thing was that a lady could not go out on a walk by herself.
As a maid, walks alone in the gardens of Lady Danbury's estate had become a part of your daily routine. You would often spend countless hours sitting beneath a willow tree flipping pages of a new book or you would walk around the grounds, seeking solace in the fresh air to clear your mind after a particularly hard day. You never snuck out alone, except to see Anthony, and even then you did nothing untoward, which is why it was so hard for you to remember this silly rule. It was one you forgot today, too.
"Thank you, Rose." You hum to your lady's maid as she finishes your hair. She smiles and curtsies in return. "Of course, my lady. You need only ask if you need anything else." She says before she walks out of the room. You sigh, the title the servants address you with will never not feel strange. You adjust your jewels before standing up and walking to the window.
You had been told as you woke that your husband would be in his study today, claiming he must work on the financial affairs, meaning you have the day to yourself. The view from the master bedroom was a gorgeous one, the windows overlooking the entirety of the lands that Aubery Hall encompassed. You smile to yourself, deciding to take a stroll, perhaps even find a spot to enjoy your new book of sonnets Anthony's brother gifted you.
You pluck the book in question off of your bedside table before walking down the grand staircase. The house, other than the footsteps of the servants, is quiet. No one around to stop you from enjoying some time outside, alone. You grab your parasol and open the door, stepping out into the summer air before making your way around the lands of the estate.
Anthony leans back in his desk chair, stretching out his limbs after finishing the last piece of paperwork he has on his desk. He takes a large swig of bourbon before standing up and moving to the window, pulling the curtains open.
He glances out over the sprawling hills of the estates, swirling the copper liquid in his glass as he takes in the view. As his eyes roam, he spots a small figure making their way up one of the hills. At first, he thinks it a servant, probably out to collect fresh flowers for his bedroom upon his wife's request, but when he glances again he sees your parasol. The one he brought back from one of his ventures to France.
He can feel himself getting angry. He had drilled this into your head one too many times, never be anywhere alone, not in public and not on private lands. The servants whisper, and their gossip spreads even faster than the gossip of the bloodthirsty Mamas of the ton. He downs the rest of his bourbon before slamming the glass on his desk. He rounds it and grabs his velvet jacket from its place on the back of his chair, slinging it around his shoulders before stomping out of the room.
You are just about to sit down when you hear the calling of your name from towards the estate. You look over your shoulder, leaning on your closed parasol, to find your husband hurriedly making his way over to where you stand.
At first, you think that something bad might've happened, perhaps he found something in the many documents that was awry, but you know that is not the case from the way he is walking. Stomping, rather. He is angry, furious even, so you try and wrack your mind to find what you have done to make him this angry.
Before you can he is upon you, one of his large hands encircling your wrists and dragging you away from the hill. "Anthony, do not grab me like some sort of brute!" You yelp, trying to tug away from his bruising grip, which he only tightens upon your plea. "I shall grab you however I wish." He snarls, making your eyes widen. "Be quiet until we are inside."
He tugs you along until you are both inside of his study, where he slams the door and locks it. You begin to speak but he quickly interrupts. "Have you any idea of what you could have just done by being out there, Y/N?!" He shouts, making you take several steps back in surprise. "I was only going for a walk." You whisper and he scoffs. "A walk alone, you foolish woman!" He continues, his voice only getting louder.
The insult sends anger through your veins. "You shall not insult your own wife for merely going outside!" You shout back and he narrows his eyes almost dangerously. "I have told you hundreds of times that you are not permitted outside without a proper companion, Y/N! Going against that is indeed foolish as I have hammered it into your head countless times!" He shouts. "I am not foolish! This is all new for me! I-" You start but he is quick to respond.
"New? That is rich! Utterly rich, because to me it has been eleven months! Eight of which you have been here, doing your duties as my Viscountess!" He shouts louder, on the verge of screaming. You press yourself against the wall opposite to him. "Did they not teach you anything in your time as a maid?! You still act like a common whore even though we have fought about this too many times to count! I am tired of it!" He shouts.
Common whore. The title cuts straight through you like a hot knife, the burns making your eyes well up with tears. The title has been used to spite you at every ball, in every gossip letter, and in every whisper you have heard in the last year. It does not hurt coming from them any longer, but from him? From your husband? It feels like he has damaged your very being.
You stand there stunned, watching his mouth move but hearing no words. "You think I am a common whore?" You whisper and he stops, looking at you. You are pressed against the wall, your arms hugging your frame, tears spilling freely down your cheeks. His body language visibly changes from that of an angered husband to a guilty one.
"Y/N I did not mean-" He begins but you shake your head. "You most certainly did mean it, it came out of your mouth!" You sob. "I was angry! I am angry!" He shouts, more in a desperate act now, wishing he could reverse time. "So?!" You shout, your gloved hands pressing into your bare arms. "I have never once insulted you like that! Never once used what has been said about you as a weapon for merely-" You laugh bitterly, shaking your head and looking away. "For merely going outside." You scoff.
He falters and visibly slumps in defeat. "It is foolish, but they will talk, Y/N. You know-" He begins quietly, but again you do not let him finish. "Yes, Anthony. They will talk, they will say the words you have just spoken to me." You say, wiping your eyes. "I forgot, and I know you have drilled every rule into my head but this is not the norm for me." You whisper
"When I was a maid, no, even when I was a little girl, I would go wherever I wished alone. I would pick up food at the market for my family, and take my brother to his job at the factory, and now I cannot even go outside alone? Upon my husband's private lands, no less?" You whisper. "So forgive me, Anthony, for forgetting rules that you and your siblings have grown up abiding by. I am trying to learn and remember them now, after living a very different life." You say, looking at your feet in an attempt to stop the tears. As if not looking at him will somehow ease the sting of his words.
He scoops you into his arms without thinking about it, pressing his forehead to yours. "Y/N, you know I did not mean it." He whispers and you frown, trying to tug away. "No, no. I might've meant it in the moment, and I know I cannot take it back." He amends, his hold on you tightening. Still, you refuse to meet his eyes. "Darling, please look at me. I swear I shall never say anything as cruel as what I did ever again." He whispers, his fingers curling around your chin so he can bring your gaze back to him.
When your eyes meet his he offers a sad smile, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear. "It was cruel. No, no. Cruel is too kind of a word, it was vile, for me to utter such a word when speaking of my own wife." He whispers, his hand coming down to your cheek. "I swear to you that I mean it when I say I am sorry, you shall never know how sorry I am for saying something so disgusting to you."
He continues, his thumbs swiping away the tears that have now begun to flow again. "You are the most important thing to me. I have done a terrible job of showing you that today. I shall spend every day trying to ease the pain of my foolish words." He vows, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I know this is hard for you, the rules of society are so... foolishly strict for women and even I cannot imagine how much stress they are adding upon everything else" He murmurs, and you tug at his sleeve, willing him into an embrace.
You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and allow yourself to cry. "Shhh, Y/N. You are perfect, no matter your status." He whispers in your ear, running one of his hands up and down your back as the other rests on your hip. "I am not a good Viscountess, Anthony." You whisper and his grip on you tightens. "Hush. You are the perfect Viscountess, Y/N. The perfect Bridgerton." He promises.
"You have been learning so quick, one slip-up of an utterly foolish rule does not discount the many months where you have been perfect." He whispers, pressing his lips to the side of your head. "Neither do the words of your brutish husband." He teases quietly and your lips turn up a bit. "The gossiping Mamas will find another topic in time, my love. They are merely jealous that their daughters are still stuck without a husband while you are here." He murmurs and you nod.
He pulls back and cups your cheeks, watching your eyes flutter shut. "Better?" He whispers, running his thumbs along your cheekbones. You nod and he sighs in relief, bringing you closer to his chest. "I will never be able to express how sorry I am for saying that to you." He whispers. You smile, leaning into his touch and nodding.
He presses a gentle kiss to your lips and wipes the remainder of your tears away before pulling back a bit. "We shall have a picnic." He whispers and you open your eyes, laughing. "We do not have to" You giggle and he grins, shaking his head. "Nonsense, we must. I have been cooped up inside all day and I wish to spend time with you, in the sunshine." He hums, pressing his lips to your nose.
An hour later you are both lying down on a lacy blanket, a picnic basket full of sweet treats. Two glasses of wine stand abandoned on the grass, being forgotten in a mess of kisses. Your head is resting on his chest, your hands clasped together over one of his legs. "I love you." He whispers, pressing a kiss to your brow. Your eyes are shut but you smile. "And I love you." You whisper back, falling asleep while bathed in sunlight.
How divine it feels to be loved by Anthony Bridgerton.
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Take Me With Her
âShe Is Mineâ Loâak Version
part one | part two
pairing: loâak x fem!human!reader
genre: angst, forbidden secret relationship, tiniest bit of fluff, no comfort at all, & violence
word count: 4.1k+ (donâtâŠjust donât)
warning(s): hissing, loâak calling reader babygirl (eeekkk), mentions of death + injury, death threats, loâak being possessive, kidnapping, cursing, suggestive tones, brief neck kissing, quaritch being a creep (ewww), reader thinking that sheâs going to die, everyone being terrified, spider + loâak thinking about killing quaritch, & loâak crying
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word bank: yawne â beloved, paskalin â honey (term of endearment), eywa / great mother â goddess deity that the naâvi believe in, saânok â mother, sempul â father, & prrnen â baby
note: spider, kiri, loâak, & reader are aged up to around the age of seventeen. it just makes more sense given the timeline i had in my head & with what i wrote. also going to be two parts hehe đ€
Giggles erupted from your throat, your shoulder coming up instinctively to hide your neck from the ticklish attacks your boyfriend was doing to your delicate skin. You were almost confident that he even left some marks on the dips of your collarbones from his nipping.
Loâak whined in protest, attempting to burrow his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
âYawne,â he whimpered, rubbing his cheek against your pulsepoint once he finally broke through your insistent hiding of your neck. âCanât I show my love to my babygirl?â He whined, yet again.
You huffed in response, not sure if it was from annoyance or the proximity of your lovers face from your neck.
âNo, Loâak. It is getting late and we must get back,â you replied, finally coaxing him out from your neck.
The Naâvi boy in front of you pouted, tightening his grip on your waist as he looked up at you from your position on his lap. Your thighs were on either side of Loâakâs waist causing you to kneel as he rested in between your legs.
âJust a few mâre minutes,â he pleaded, diving back into your neck as he gently ghosted his lips against the soft flesh and puckered his lips against it.
You gave out a small sigh, hands going up to the back of Loâakâs head and into his braids. âSure,â you replied, making your boyfriend's tail perk up and wag back and forth from behind him, âLater. When we go home.â.
Loâak let out a frustrated groan, burying his face into your neck again and taking a deep inhale of your scent before reluctantly pulling away. A pout made its way to his face again.
âFine,â he mumbled, standing up with you still in his tight hold.
âLoâak!â You squealed out, increasing your grip on his shoulders so as to not fall from his arms. He was such a pain in your ass sometimes.
The boy smirked at your response, bringing you a bit higher in order to be face to face with him, âYes?â.
âPut me down you big oaf!â You demanded, slightly glaring at your smirking boyfriend, âAnd donât drop me either! Gently put me down.â. You knew how Loâak worked during his teasing moments, it was always too obvious what he was thinking when the thought came across his mind. There were too many times where he playfully let you go and wasnât quick enough to catch you, resulting in you harshly landing on your ass.
âSure thing, princess,â he obeyed, gently placing you down onto the Pandora floor and kissing the crown of your head. âBetter?â He asked.
Simply rolling your eyes at him, you shook your head and began to walk away, hoping to find Spider or Tuk to spread the message that you needed to start heading back home before eclipse began.
âUgh. Baby, wait!â Loâak called out, quickly gathering his bow before swiftly following after you, tail swishing behind him as he did so.
âââ
Everything that could go wrong, went wrong.
First, Loâak stumbled upon strange footprints, tracking them to the forbidden shack, a place where Jake warned you guys repeatedly to never go. Then, Jake ordered all of you to fall back and head back to the stronghold. After that, it was going smoothly. Kiri and Loâak were bickering back and forth about how much trouble the boy was going to be in while Spider and you trailed behind Tuk, before she was snatched up by an RDA Avatar. Loâak had thrown himself in front of you, hiding your much shorter frame from the enemy soldiers' sights as he bared his fangs and drew back his bow. But that didnât last long until an unwelcome figure came up behind you and roughly pulled you back by your hair, making you yelp out in response. Which led to where you were now, struggling in an Avatarâs tight grip as Quaritch began to eye all five of you.
âShow me your hands boy,â he demanded, striding up to Loâak as the boy was forced to kneel before the man.
Loâak only lifted up both of his middle fingers to Quaritch as his response, causing the man to reach behind the boy and harshly pull at his queue. Loâak hissed out in response to the pain, growling as his eyes shot daggers into Quaritchâs skull.
You shouted out in protest, beating your hands against the soldiers skin in attempts to force them to let go of you. But that only caused their grip on your hair to tighten, you whimpering out in response.
Your boyfriend's ears drew back at your expression of pain, letting out a little snarl as you went quiet.
Anxiety erupted within Loâakâs body as his eyes darted to both of his sisters to Spider and to you, lingering on you the most. Which proved to be something he shouldnât have done as Quaritch caught onto the boys staring, slowly turning around and following his gaze.
Fuck, you thought when Quaritch made eye contact with you, gulping at his blank yet wild amber eyes. Holy shit, Iâm going to die.
The thought was so abrupt in your mind, scaring you with how fast it formed. Everything about Quaritch and the situation you were put into terrified you. You always felt safe around other Naâvi, even Neytiri at times. But there was just something about the armed soldiers surrounding you that made you want to crawl within yourself and never come out. Every move they made, made you think it was going to be your final moments on Pandora. You just hoped that if it was, they had the decency to take you out of eyesight and do it then. You didnât want the others, especially Loâak and Tuk, to see the potential violent scene.
The minute Quaritch switched his attention from Loâak to you, the teen boy snarled at the man, challenging him to do anything to you. There was no way that Loâak would even allow Quaritch to touch a singular hair on your head. Over my dead fucking body, he internally seethed.
A cackle escaped the Colonel's lips, tightening his grip on the boy's queue before turning back to the five-fingered boy. An unsettling smile etched itself onto the manâs lips as he slightly bent down to face Loâak, ears pinning back to the sides of his head.
âThat your girl boy?â He asked, a smirk evident on his face. Loâak wanted to claw that smirk off his face. How dare he speak of you? Of his mate? Quaritch was pushing at Loâakâs buttons and he knew it. And it was working.
âHow does that even work? I mean, sheâs so much smaller than you. Very fragile too,â he taunted, pulling the back of Loâakâs head back, making him cry out in pain. âBe a shame if-â he started, but was caught off by a loud growl and hiss.
âShut the fuck up!â Loâak sneered, âKeep her out of your fucking mouth.â.
Another cackle left the Colonelâs mouth, tongue gliding over his new sharp teeth before unsheathing the knife from his hip, holding it up inches away from the teen boys chest.
âNo! Please! Donât hurt him!â You yelled out, thrashing around in the soldiers grasp, ignoring the stinging in your scalp with every tug.
âAw, thatâs sweet. Sheâs begging me to not hurt you,â Quaritch commented, eyes glued on Loâakâs face, studying his expression. âI wonder what other kinds of begging she can do,â he grinned, eyes dark and sinister.
âFuck you!â Both Loâak and Spider yelled out, angry at the manâs comment. The words coming out of his mouth was disgusting. It may have been socially okay to speak about women like that back on Earth, but on Pandora, women were treated with respect and praised. Both boys held you dear to their hearts. Loâak and Spider were going to kill Quaritch when they got the chance for the way he talked about you.
Spider and you have always been close. Being the only teenage humans on Pandora was hard but you had each other to lean on. Over the years, he became extremely overprotective over you, especially when it regarded a certain blue skinned boy. He always viewed you as family. Heâd do anything to ensure that you were safe if it was deemed necessary. You may not be his sister by blood but he sure as hell treated you as if you were. So, hearing Quaritchâs words, he wanted to rip the manâs head off his body and put it on a stick as a warning for whoever else dared to speak such obscenities about his sister.
Loâak and you have been together for nearly two years, being close friends for way longer than that. He loved you since the day he met you and always treated you the way you deserved to be treated, with gentleness and kindness and respect. Never had he ever thought such vile innuendos Quaritch had hinted at. The older man was disgusting for thinking such things about a seventeen year old girl, especially one that was already called for. In Naâvi culture, it was a disgrace for one to talk about any women that way, mated or not. Loâak was raised to respect the women in his clan and those he came into contact with. So, having Quaritch talk about you in a way that made you want to throw up and sparked intense anger within Loâakâs system, made him want to repeatedly stab the man in front of him and watch the life leave his eyes. No one was allowed to speak about you in such ways. Not if Loâak had anything to do with it.
âDonât talk about her in that way,â Spider growled out, struggling in the grips of the two soldiers that held onto him. (It was impressive that the human boy needed two Avatar soldiers to hold him back. His strength was closely compared to a regular Naâviâs.)
Quaritch let go of Loâak, allowing the original soldier who had him in his grip to return to his previous position. He quickly turned around to face the both of you, your stomach dropping at his gaze.
âWhatâs your name, sugar?â He asked, crouching down to your level. You wanted to throw up on the spot from the nickname. It made you sick.
âDonât fucking talk to her!â Spider snapped, achieving in getting closer to you and in Quaritchâs eyesight.
Quaritch quickly glanced towards Spider, lips forming into a thin line.
Before Quaritch or any of the other soldiers could do anything, you answered his question robotically.
â(Y/N) Selfridge.â.
The man before you stilled. He hasnât heard that name in a long time.
âYouâre Parkerâs kid?â He asked, eyes slightly wide in shock. He didnât know that Parker had a special lady during his time on Pandora. The man never seemed to be the one that was interested in that kind of stuff. Too busy trying to get the rare metal from underneath the very ground he stood on.
âNo,â you spat, disgust evident in your voice, âIâm his niece. He dragged his sister, my Mother, to this planet years before the Naâvi won the Great War. She died giving birth to me after the battle.â.
Your explanation struck something within Quaritch. Parker mentioned a sister in passing during their very few and limited conversations. He never thought that Parker would bring her along to Pandora nor did he ever think that heâd leave her on the foreign planet alone to give birth. But, yet, he did almost the same thing to Paz and his son, Miles.
âWhat about you boy?â Quaritch asked, nodding at the human boy next to you. There were very limited surnames that went through the Colonelâs head as he waited for the boy to speak, his being one of them.
âSpiderâŠSocorro,â he replied, hesitancy laced in his voice.
Quaritchâs heart stopped, âMiles?â, he asked.
Spider pierced his lips, eyes darting across the older manâs face as he stared up at him, âNo one calls me that anymore,â he responded.
Quaritch was shocked, to say the least. Heâd thought that theyâd send him on the next available ship back to Earth. Albeit him being only a couple of months old, he still thought that thereâd be a possibility that his son would go back to his Fathers home planet.
âI thought they sent you back to Earth,â Quaritch commented, voice slightly shaking, void of all the cocky confidence he had prior.
âThey canât put babies in cryo, dipshit,â Spider spat, fists tightly balling up at his sides. Surely his âFatherâ couldnât be that stupid. He shouldâve known that there was no way for Spider to go back to Earth, to a planet where heâd have no one. Pandora is and always will be Spider's home.
An uncomfortable silence fell upon the group as seconds passed by. Meeting his long lost son seemed to throw him off, messing up his mojo. It was clearly evident on his face and in his body language. He seemed more tense and unsure of what he was doing.
The silence was broken by a voice erupting from behind you, âWhat should we do, boss?â.
As soon as the emotions from Spiderâs confession of his surname came, they left just as quickly. Quaritch was back to the way he was before. âTie âem up. Looks like we got ourselves some prisoners,â he responded, preparing himself to call in his position to Ardmore.
The rest of the soldiers exclaimed in agreement, slapping restraints onto the children they had captured and throwing them all into a circle near the shack.
The soldier that had you in their grip had harshly thrown you to the floor, causing you to groan out from the hard contact with the forest floor. They laughed at your reaction, taking a few steps back to talk with his fellow comrades.
Loâak had quickly scurried to your side, hissing at the soldier that threw you like you were a rag doll. His body was positioned in front of yours in a crouch, the tense muscles of his back being the only thing you saw before he abruptly turned around and brought you into his embrace, checking over every inch of your skin to see if there were any new cuts or scrapes he should be worried about.
You didnât say anything as you tried your best to pull yourself closer into your boyfriend's body, the restraints on your wrists preventing you from wrapping your arms around his neck in comfort. Your brain was still trying its best to process the previous events that occurred.
Loâak could sense the tension in your body and how your brain was scrambling to pull itself together. So he brought you closer into his arms, bringing his tied wrists up and over your body before settling them against your back, pulling you into his chest and lap.
âItâs alright, paskalin,â he reassured, tucking your masked face into his neck, âI got you. I got you.â.
âââ
When Spider had nudged you and turned his head ever so slightly to you, eyes darting behind you where Loâak stood a few feet behind, you knew that Neytiri and Jake arrived. It was the slightest change in pitch of a call that drew your attention to the trees. Neytiri, you realized. Loâak had taken it upon himself to teach you all the callings and ululatings his Saânok had come up with, telling you which meant what. You supposed his late night lesson all those months ago came in handy at this moment.
Your head harshly jerked back from the soldier pulling at your hair, once again. He didnât like it when you guys would interact with each other and decided that pulling at your hair and Kiriâs queue was the best option to teach you to not speak to the others.
Fucking dick, you thought to yourself, restraining yourself from turning around in the soldiers grip and sinking your dull teeth into the flesh of his arm. See how heâll like it.
A low growl was heard from behind you, Loâak glaring at the man who yanked at your hair. He was beginning to itch to choke out the man who had your beautiful and soft hair in his hold. It made him angry that someone like him was touching you in a way that brought you pain. Made him want to bring you into arms and hold you like a prrnen. He wanted to kill anyone and anything that caused you harm.
The distinct yip echoed throughout the forest yet again, your eyes darting to where the Naâvi woman could possibly be. Neytiri may have not liked you and you may have a very strained relationship but you were overjoyed in the moment that she and Jake were here to save the lot of you. You found yourself thanking your lucky stars and the Great Mother for the fierce couple.
From Spiders left, you could hear Kiri begin to pray aloud to Eywa, muttering her words only loud enough for the soldier and the boy beside you to hear. In retaliation to Kiriâs mumbles, the soldier began tugging at her sensitive queue, causing you and Spider to follow with the harsh tugs as he also held both of your hair in his grip.
âShut up!â He harshly whispered, getting annoyed with the girl's constant rambling. The more Kiri prayed, the more he tugged and demanded her to shut her mouth. Eventually, his command was cut off with a sharp thwick and an arrow lodged into his skull.
Chaos erupted from around you as the man behind you dropped to the forest floor dead. Guns began to go off, forcing you to duck as Spider grabbed both you and Kiri and pushed forward. You ran behind Spider as he followed after Kiri, restrained hands on the lower part of her back to keep her moving forwards but she was pulled back by another soldier.
Spider stopped his movements, which caused you to run into his back, hands going out to grip his hips to steady yourself.
Everything was going too fast. You could barely process what happened to Kiri before she was by your side again, the soldier who grabbed her slumped over with an arrow in her chest. Gassy smoke was spraying everywhere as RDA soldiers ducked behind whatever they could to hide from the onslaught of arrows Neytiri was shooting at them from her advantage point. Before you knew it, Spider began to pull at your handcuffs, urging you to follow him and Kiri as they began to retreat into the thick foliage of the forest. Your brain barely had time to process it all before the three of you were hurriedly crossing over a connecting branch to another tree.
You felt it before you heard it. The hot air and stinging of your skin as you went flying forward into Spider's back before the two of you ultimately fell and tumbled down the hill underneath the overpass that was just blown up from whatever weapon a soldier shot at it. Pain was all you felt as you rolled down the hill, harshly making contact with all the sticks and rocks along the path. It hurt. Everything hurt.
You mustâve slammed your head up against a rock or the ground because the next thing you knew, it all went black.
âââ
Adrenaline was coursing through his veins as he ran and jumped over everything in his path, Tuktirey hot on his trail as she followed her older brother.
It all went by too quickly for him to properly digest what just happened. The only thing on his mind was you. He just hoped that Spider and Kiri were already somewhere safe with you in tow. Shouldâve grabbed her when I had the chance, fuck.
Loâak came up to an opening, not planning on stopping until two blue bodies popped out of nowhere, causing Tuk to let out a scream and him to jump out of the way. But as quickly as his fear settled into his stomach, it went away just as fast.
âDaddy!â Tuk cried out, running into her Sempulâs arms, whole body shaking from the shock and adrenaline coursing through her tiny body.
âLoâak,â Neteyam breathed out, bringing him into a hug, thanking the Great Mother for safely bringing back his younger siblings to him. Loâak leaned into the hug the best he could, hands still tied and whole body on alert for you.
âTuk!â Neytiri called out, both her and Kiri emerging from behind some bushes, taking her youngest into her arms as she kneeled down to the forest floor, âThank you Great Mother! Oh, thank you!â.
Jake had brought his second son into a hug after cutting his restraints off his wrists. But, as Loâak began to count the bodies around him, his heart sunk into his stomach. Spider nor you were in sight. Which only meant one thing.
âWhereâs (Y/N)? Spider?â He shakingly asked, already knowing the answer.
Kiri looked up to her brother with tears in her eyes and a quivering lip. âThey took him. They took them both!â She sobbed, head shaking at the fact. If only she had followed after you both. If only her Saânok didnât pull her away.
Everything around Loâak began to crumble before him. The only thing he truly loved was taken from him, from right between his fingers.
As Jake tried to reassure his daughter that both you and Spider were going to be okay, that you both were tough kids, Loâak darted back into the forest, retracing his footsteps.
âLoâak!â Neytiri called out, trying to get him to come back. She was about to follow after him but Neteyam beat her to it, quickly running after him.
Tears began to brim Loâakâs waterline as he pushed himself to go faster, not wanting to accept the fact that you were now in the enemy's hands. His mate was in Quaritchâs hands, in the clutches of the RDA. Who knows what theyâd do to you and Spider once you get to their base. Please, Great Mother, please bring her back.
But as the sight of the helicopter came into view and began to ascend back up with their precious cargo, Loâak felt his heart shatter into a million pieces.
âNo!â He cried out, âBring her back!â.
He fell to his knees as the flying piece of metal got tinier and tinier in his line of sight, becoming a bot in the starry sky before disappearing completely.
You were gone. Gone without a trace. Loâak had no way of tracking which base theyâd bring you to. He had no way of saving you as he knew his Father would never waste bullets or Naâvi lives over you and Spider. The only thing he could do was cry out to Eywa to bring you back or have Quaritch come back and take him with you. But his prayers fell on empty ears.
âLittle brother,â Neteyam softly called out, finally catching up to the teen boy.
The eldest Sully knew of your relationship with his brother. He had gone to visit Spider in the lab one afternoon when he stumbled upon you and Loâak in quite the compromising position. The younger had to beg the older to not speak a word about what he saw, knowing that if he did, their Saânok would have both of your heads on a stick. Neteyam hadnât uttered a word of it since then.
Neteyam tried his best to comfort his brother, but he knew that the only person that could comfort him was you. And you were gone. Loâak was going to be inconsolable until he got you back into his arms.
âSheâs gone, Teyam,â Loâak whispered, fat tears running down his darkening cheeks, âSheâs gone.â.
âI know, Loâak, I know,â Neteyam cooed, bringing his brother into his arms for some comfort, âIâm sorry.â.
The rest of the Sully family had met up with Neteyam and Loâak, hugging the boy. None of them knew of your relationship, keeping it a secret from everyone, minus Neteyam and Kiri. Neytiri and Jake thought he was distraught at losing two of his closest friends but they couldnât be further from the truth.
That night, Loâak cried himself to sleep, wishing that you were in his arms and that he could bury his nose into your neck and inhale your calming, yet intoxicating, scent.
Eywa, why didnât you bring her back?, he thought to himself as sleep began to consume him, Why didnât you take me with her?.
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Shadow Milk Cookie. Chloroform. Yandere. Do what you will with this information.
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I'm gonna put you as the anon listed above since- That's what I assume you mean?
I unintentionally put shitpost aha
Disclaimer: MC is still gender neutral, they are just referred to as queen for chess role purposes.
Tw: Eyestrain for the art that goes along with this piece, chloroform-like magic, kidnapping to a different dimension, implied future murder
You find yourself in a dark void. So black, you can't see anything through the shadows that swirl in your vision. You're not sure what it feels like. Is it threatening? Or is it a sense of peace? You aren't sure. This sense of the unknown makes you anxious.
Suddenly, a big blue eye opens in front of you, the colour glowing within the dimmed surroundings. The shade of blue reminded you of Lapis. A very bright one. But the eye itself, it was terrifying. You nearly wanted to break into pieces right then and there.
"Oh, my queen! You're finally here!" A voice eagerly chirps, a slightly maniacal tone to it. It seemed ecstatic to see you, too much so. You couldn't form an answer, still processing your odd environment.
"I've missed you~ It's been ages since I've seen your face! You don't look any different- oh, maybe you're just a little prettier, you silly thing!" The voice giggled as the eye blinked. The eye squinted upwards as if it was smiling. But wait, why did it act like it's seen you before? You don't know who this entity is. Not even what it is. Is it a cookie? A beast? Confusion swelled within you as the seconds passed.
"My sweet...What is that face?" The voice slowly faded away, as your world suddenly blackened once more.
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"MC, are you okay?" You wake up to the face of Strawberry. She seems concerned, her big brown eyes down-turned. How cute. "You were shaking in your sleep."
"Um yeah, I'm okay. I just had a weird dream." You respond, still lying on the grass where you and the group are camped. You clutch onto your blanket a little tighter.
"Like a nightmare?" She tilts her head to the side.
"Not exactly. I can't put it to words..." You mumble off, trying to recall the eye that spoke to you.
"Oh okay." She glanced at the blue and violet sky, commenting, "It's almost sunrise. Do you wanna prepare jellies with me? I'm sure the others will wake up soon."
You nod and sit up before flailing your blanket to the side.
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You and your friends are going through the forests of Beast Yeast, cautious of all the creatures and evil beings lurking by. That is until your group stumbles upon a random chessboard on a glass table. In the middle of the fucking path, in the middle of fucking Beast Yeast. Instead of black and white, the board is in different shades of blue.
"What in tarnation is this?" Wizard leans closer, staring at it intensely. Fidgeting with his fake beard, or in other words, his scarf.
Chili Pepper butted in, "The fuck you mean bro, this is obviously a dumb chessboard-"
"LANGUAGE!" Gingerbrave suddenly turned out to stare at Chili Pepper uncannily, before smiling again. "I'm sure it's something dangerous! Let's not touch it."
"Guys,"
"Or it could be a chessboard and table someone decided to randomly leave here."
"Shush- I'm always right." Gingerbrave did an imaginary hair toss.
"Guys..."
Wizard raised his hand, just like a nerd, "No? I am, thank you. By the almighty power of magic I-"
"You're an ice cream. Also, you're the one who's screaming for help half the time." Chili Pepper chuckled, poking at Wizard.
Strawberry took a breath and sharply, albeit quickly spoke, "Guys!"
The whole group turned to look at her, which made her flush with embarrassment. She pointed at the chessboard. "The pieces are moving on their own." When the gang looked back at the gameboard, they were met with a surprising sight.
The chess pieces moved by their own accord. Which revealed that the darker blue side was winning compared to the lighter blue. It was a competitive fight, with both sides making quick moves. It was mesmerizing, you aren't sure why.
You reached out your hand and touched one of the pieces in curiosity. Only to feel a sudden freezing cold gust fly at you. Your surroundings become dark, just like your dream as the yelps of your friends sound out around you. A sinister chuckle joins along, as your body is thrown into a blackened world once more.
"Honey! Honey, honey, honey, my honey."
You stand before a jester cookie, covered in eyes. He grins, his clothes like the blues of the chessboard. He swiftly goes over to you, cradling you in his arms. You can't move, overcome with a freezing cold that leaves you immobile.
"I've waited much too long on your reincarnation. We could have had a wonderful marriage by now if it weren't for that bastard Elder Faerie." He spoke softer than before but had a spit of venom for the name Elder Faerie. He leans closer, uncomfortably so. He makes a minuscule hum before pecking your mouth.
"I'll just keep you here for a bit until I have everything ready." Out of nowhere, a shadow comes for you, binding you in it. You start to feel drowsy. "We'll be so happy once more, I promise." Your vision starts to swirl into darkness, to the point you can't make him out anymore.
You fall asleep, unable to fight off the dreadful binds.
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"My Queen~! Wake up! I have everything ready for you." You're nudged awake, as the binds come off you. You find yourself on a throne: cold and metal. As look forward, you are shocked to see a glowing chessboard just like the one you saw on the path. But also freaked out to see Strawberry and Gingerbrave tied up in the same binds, floating in the air.
"Wha- What is this?" You stammer, overwhelmed with all that has happened in the last few moments. Was this a joke? A jester terrorizing you and your friends, what a lovely day.
"Why, it is the moment you get to see your idiots crumble right before you by the hands of your rightful husband, me: Shadow Milk Cookie!" He comes over to you, putting a crown on your head. It was plain, just a metal crown with no jewels or anything else.
"And you're the queen! The most powerful one on the board!" He giggles, patting your hand. You tense at his touch, wanting to get away from this glorified position you were in. But time and time again, you can't move away from your spot. It's as if you were hardened glue stuck to a label that no one can seem to pry off.
"I don't know what reincarnation you talked about before, but whatever it is, stop it! My friends have done nothing! I don't even know who you are!" You plead, wanting his weird reincarnation thing to stop. You felt guilty for thinking of touching a moving chess piece in Beast Yeast. Gingerbrave was right: everything is dangerous.
"Honey..." Shadow Milk frowned, holding your face in his hands. He looked disappointed rather than enraged. "I know your memories are somewhat faded, but those cookies are distracting you. Distracting you from me, your beloved." He lightly bumps his face against yours, staring into your eyes.
"What do they have to do anything with your dead lover?" You ask, a little too harshly, but needing to get the message across.
He gasps. "They aren't dead! They're right before me!" He puts his jester hat on his head, going over to Gingerbrave and Strawberry. He glares at them briefly with his dual-chromed eyes before returning to you.
"Just let me. Just let me kill them." He hisses with a grin. His eyes scare you, the way they're wide open with insanity. "I need some desperate alone time with you and also get our marriage decided once more." Shadows started to succumb to the world, except for the light from the board.
"No! Don't you dare!" You shake your head, unwilling to let him get away with this. Your poor friends. Just what kind of madness did you pull them into?
"My Queen! When will you let me kill them? They are insignificant to our love!" He exclaims, reaching a hand out to you.
Oh, what a devoted lover isn't he? Waiting for eons for you only for you to be so disgusted with him.
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This was really fun to write. Now, Iâm not quite caught up on the lore yet. I just read his profile and said fuck yeah soâŠmhm.
I will say, I didnât go exactly chloroform, but the same aspect of it with his magic.
I used honey cuz I was like âOld. But also insane. Equals honey.â
Alright Iâm gonna go do homework now because Iâve neglected other work (APRIL AND MAY IS HELL FOR MEEE)
- Celina
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public service announcement ~ eminem
word count: 2709
request?: yes!
âCould u do a Eminem x reader
Where the reader is asexual (they feel romantic attraction but not sexual attraction) and sheâs getting a lot of hate for it and one day sheâs back stage while he raps at one of his biggest concerts and he brings reader on stage and confesses his love and basically tells everyone that they need to stfu, and everyone shocked cause he doesnât show emotions publicly very often. (Fluff) and ALOT of angst at the beginningâ
description: during one of the biggest shows of his career, he decides to give his audience a public service announcement about his girlfriend
pairing: eminem x female!reader
warnings: swearing, rpf lil bit of angst, people being shitty about the readerâs sexuality
masterlist (one, two, three)
People not understanding my sexuality was nothing new. I had heard all the comments:Â âYou just havenât had good sex yetâ;Â âYouâll change your mind when you find the right personâ;Â âYouâre making stuff upâ. None of that phased me anymore because I understand that most people just donât understand asexuality.
What did phase me was a new wave of hate that I started to get when Marshall and I started dating.
I donât keep my sexuality a secret. I was very open about being asexual. It was even in all my social media bios. But I wasnât super famous. I was an indie artist with a small following, most of which were also queer, so everyone was respectful. But when I started dating Marshall, I started getting more mainstream recognition. It was great for me career wise, but it unfortunately meant I was opened to a wider audience with a smaller mindset.
It started with questions about what asexual meant. Some people were open to the concept, but the louder minority were very not open to it. They made sure I knew with every post I made that they were not open to my sexuality.
âPrudeâ was a favorite insult. That one just made me laugh because it sounded so juvenile. Some just used the âmaking stuff upâ and âattention seekerâ comments. Those ones didnât phase me anymore either. What got to me was when they started attacking my relationship.
âWhy would Em want to date someone like her? He canât even get any from her.â
âSheâs not even attractive enough to make up for her sexless bullshit.â
âHow long till Em dumps her ass because she wonât give it up? I say less than a year.â
They were all I ever saw in my comments. I know the only way to deal with shit like this is to ignore it. Once you allow the comments to bother you, then the trolls win. But it was definitely easier said than done. At first, it was easy to roll my eyes and close the comments. But then it became harder when more of my comments were mocking or insulting me. I tried deleting the negative comments one, but I was called out for it, which only fueled the fire when they realized it was getting to me.
I never told Marshall. He was chronically offline enough that he had no idea any of this was happening, and I wanted to keep it that way. I didnât want him to worry about me, or be mad that his own fans were the ones saying these things to me.
Of course, what I wanted wasnât what was going to happen, because fuck me I guess.
I had woken up before Marshall and decided to get a cup of coffee. The kettle was heating up as I decided to open social media for a mindless scroll while I waited. If I kept a log of how quickly I could stumble upon hate comments, this would be the record. It was almost instant when I opened Instagram and looked at the reactions on a story I had posted the night before. I hated that Instagram had added a feature to allow âcommentingâ on stories. It was so much easier to ignore responses to stories when I could just deny the message requests. But now this new commenting feature showed me everything that was being said.
I had posted a picture of me sat on the couch with my feet on Marshallâs lap. You couldnât see his face or anything, just his hands resting on my legs, and the football game he was watching in the background. I had a filter on it, but no caption and no music. Of course, thatâs all it took for the comments to be flooded with hate.
Okay, maybe âfloodedâ was an over exaggeration, but it felt like that was the truth when all I could focus on was the hate comments. I couldnât stop myself from scrolling through and reading every single one, even when the kettle finished boiling. I was so deep in my doomscrolling that I didnât hear Marshall walking up behind me until he said. âWhatâs wrong?â
I jumped, nearly dropping my phone in the process. âJesus, I didnât hear you come up.â
He reached out to brush his thumb over my cheek. âYouâre crying.â
I hadnât noticed I was crying, either. I wiped my other cheek and felt the wetness from tears I hadnât even known were shed.
âItâs nothing,â I said with a shrug. âSaw something stupid and I guess it got to me.â
âItâs not stupid if it made you that upset,â Marshall said. âYou donât have to tell me, but you know if something is bothering you, you can talk to me about it. Even if you think itâs stupid.â
I was still a little emotional so his support hit me harder than usual. I felt tears welling in my eyes again and I couldnât stop myself from blurting, âI just wish people would respect my sexuality. They donât need to understand, but how hard is it just to respect someone?â
He didnât ask what I meant. He pulled me into his arms and allowed me to cry on his shoulder. We stood like that for a while, Marshall running a hand up and down my back in a soothing way while his other arm was wrapped around me, and me crying into his shoulder.
I finally collected myself and pulled away from Marshall. âSorry. I needed that.â
âDonât be sorry,â he said. âWhoâs been giving you a hard time now?â
Marshall knew I had had multiple issues with people not respecting my sexuality before. Thereâs been times where I had complained to him since we started dating. So at least this didnât come off as if it came out of nowhere. But I wasnât sure how to tell him it was his fans that were saying these things.
Turns out I didnât have to say it. My silence and expression was enough to tip him off. His face changed from sympathetic to having a touch of anger. âHow long have they been saying shit?â
âA while,â I said with a shrug. Marshall gave me a look that made me sigh and correct, âShortly after we started dating.â
âWhat?!â
âI thought I had it handled!â I quickly added. âItâs not like Iâve never heard that shit before. Iâve just...been struggling a bit more with it lately, thatâs all.â
Marshall just looked at me for a moment before saying, âLet me see.â
I held my phone to my chest. Marshall raised an eyebrow at me. I sighed and conceded, realizing there was no getting out of this now. If I didnât show him myself, heâd go looking on his own later. May as well be here to try and talk him down after he saw what people were writing about me.
I unlocked my phone and was immediately brought up the stuff I had been reading before Marshall woke up. I handed him my phone, then leaned back against the counter to watch him read. His ability to keep a straight face was working in his favor. There were no signs of any emotion as he read through the comments, just his eyes moving back and forth as he read.
Finally, he locked my phone and passed it back to me.
âYou shouldâve told me before,â he said. He didnât sound angry. Not with me, anyways.
âI told you, I thought I had it under control,â I said. âIt wasnât even bad at first. It just...progressed over time.â
The look Marshall gave me was finally readable: sympathy. He pulled me into his arms again and sighed. âI do wish you had told me either way. Iâm sorry my fans are giving you a hard time.â
I buried my head into the crook of his neck. âItâs okay. Itâs not your fault. People are just so closeminded, itâs frustrating, and then itâs hard when the closeminded people start attacking your relationship just because they donât want to try and understand.â
Marshall was quiet. He didnât really have to say anything. It was nice just to talk to him about what was bothering me finally. As much as I didnât want him to know, it was good to get it off my chest and to have someone know what was going on. And I definitely needed the prolonged hug that followed.
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A few weeks later, I found myself standing backstage as I watched Marshall perform. It was a huge night for him as he was getting inducted into the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame. This was probably one of, if not the biggest night of his career, and I was glad that I could be there to celebrate with him.
Although, I was a little confused as to why I was celebrating backstage instead of being in the audience with Hailie, which was the original plan when Marshall got the news. But when we were getting ready for the ceremony, he asked me to instead be backstage while he performed and for his acceptance speech. When I asked why, he just told me he wanted me backstage for when he walked off. I tried to push for more of an answer, but he wouldnât say anything else.
So, there I was, stood backstage next to Dre as we watched Marshallâs performance. At some point I realized I was smiling so wide that my cheeks were hurting, but I couldnât help myself. I was so proud of him. He definitely deserved this after all his years in the industry.
When the performance ended, Dre walked back to the podium to give Marshall an official introduction before his speech. I had watched him write and re-write his speech many times because he kept feeling like what he had written wasnât good enough (which I constantly found ironic given he was probably the best lyricist of this generation, but I guess thatâs different than writing a speech). The final speech had come out great in the end though, in my opinion.
When he finished his list of rappers he looked up to, I expected it to be the end. That was, once again, the original plan anyways. Heâd list all the rappers who raised him, heâd thank the audience and the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame one more time, then heâd exit the stage.
Instead, I was taken by surprise when he said, âAnd I do have one more thing to say here before I go. Iâd like to bring someone very special to me out on stage.â
Then his blue eyes found me backstage and I felt like I was going to pass out.
I walked out on shaky legs, willing myself not to collapse in front of this room full of people, plus the people watching at home on livestreams or the videos that would go up after the ceremony. I stood next to Marshall at the podium, unsure what I was doing there. He reached out to me and I took his hand in mine.
âA lot of you probably know my girlfriend,â he said. âSheâs also a musician, and weâve been together for a while now. I already thanked her in my speech because she has been a huge support for me since we got together. But Iâm not bringing her on stage tonight to thank her for that. Iâm bringing her up here because there are enough eyes on me tonight that I wanted to address something important.â
My mouth suddenly felt very dry. I tried not to face the audience cause I knew I looked like a deer in headlights.
âSee, my girlfriend openly identifies as asexual. That means she doesnât feel sexual attraction, just romantic attraction. She speaks very openly on it because not many people know or understand what asexuality means. I didnât really know until I met her and educated myself. Itâs not hard to just open Google and look do some reading on what asexual means, and to properly educate yourself on not only asexual, but the LGBTQ community as a whole.â
He paused for a second to look over at me. I wasnât sure what exactly I was feeling in that moment, but I managed to smile at him.
âIâm saying all of this here now because it recently came to my attention that a lot of people who claim to be my fans have been attacking this woman that I love online because of her sexuality. It goes far beyond not understanding what asexual means, and has turned into personally attacking her and our relationship. With all eyes on me here tonight, I wanted to say that anyone who would say these awful things about her, about us, are not real fans of mine. Any fan of mine would respect the people I love, and would respect my relationships. You donât need to completely understand what being asexual means, but not understanding doesnât mean you get to be disrespectful to anyone who identifies as asexual. And if you want to open your mouth to insult this amazing woman stood next to me, then you can just shut the fuck up and stop pretending to be my fan.â
I finally dared to look at the audience. I was mostly blinded by the stage lights, but I could pick out a variety of emotions throughout the room; interest, shock, some nodding in agreement. I was certainly shocked. Marshall was a very private person. I donât think he had ever spoken publicly about our relationship before. I would post the odd photo of us every now and then, or Iâd share on my Instagram story whenever he made new music or had something coming up. But neither of us had ever spoken this candidly about our relationship before. Especially not at such a widely watched event.
Marshall thanked everyone and the audience applauded. It was a bit tentative at first, but eventually the applause was grew as he put his arm around me and walked of the stage. Dre was still waiting in the sidelines, looking just as shocked as I felt but still took a moment to congratulate Marshall.
âI canât believe that did that,â I finally said once it was just the two of us.
âAre you mad that I did?â he asked.
I shook my head, but then paused. âI mean, I donât think so. Iâm kind of feeling a lot of emotions.â
He took my hands in his and pulled me towards him. âIâm sorry I surprised you like that, but I knew if I talked to you about it first you wouldâve told me not to do it.â
âOf course I wouldâve! Marshall, this is your big night. I wouldnât have wanted you to take away from your own success just because some internet trolls were getting to me.â
âNothing was taken away from me. Not to me, anyways. I still put on a hell of a show, I still got inducted into the Hall of Fame. I just decided to use this platform to address what was happening with you as well, because you donât deserve the bullshit youâve been going through. Iâm not naĂŻve enough to think that itâll stop completely now that Iâve spoken on it, because I know thatâs just not how the internet works. But I wasnât going to stand by and let you be hurt without saying anything. You donât deserve that.â
I felt some tears pricking my eyes. I tried to blink them away, but it was no use. So, I leaned in quickly and pressed a kiss against Marshallâs lips.
âI guess youâre not mad then,â he teased when I pulled away
âIâm not mad,â I confirmed. âActually, I am a little. You couldâve given me a heads up that you wanted me to be on stage with you. Iâm going to look so stupid in all the videos because I look terrified to be stood there.â
He laughed and pulled me into a hug. âYouâll get over it eventually. Letâs go back to our table before the next inductee is on.â
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I See You, Darling (2)
[Astarion x reader] Due to surprisingly overwhelming demand, the previous fic, along with this one and many more to follow, will now be part of a series!! It was honestly very difficult trying to come up with what happens next, but here we are. The idea came to me during a fever!! |Word count: 2.5k.| Based off of this post I made.
Part 1 here!!
Next part here!!
The reader believes they are in a dream. It wouldnât be the first time their fantasies conjured up such an obscure, yet somehow realistic scene. And so theyâve elected to treat the experience with as much realism as one would observe in a dream; little to none.
Alternatively;An ex-art-student-now-traveler accustoms themselves to the party.
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âShadowheart. ShadowâŠheart. Hm.â His gaze bounced between you and her.Â
âIâm sure her parents meant well, but the name is rather ominous, isnât it?â He leaned over to your side, not bothering to hide his blatant distrust. Lowering his voice dramatically, if anything.
âUnless she chose it herself. Which is even more worrying, honestly.â He chuckled out.
It had been no more than two bells after mornbright when you met Astarion. Since then, youâve come to realize howâŠdifferent your presence has changed the course of the story. Though more subtle than you expected.
It would seem as if you had met the elven vampire before the party was formed, which was strange as your last save point was far later than that and the forest had been quite a long way from the beach.
When you finally stumbled upon Shadowheart, he was quick to share his inner thoughts that you havenât heard from the game before.Â
As they continued with their quest to find a cure for the Illithid problem, expanding their party as they did so, you had tried to make yourself useful by doing the dirty work for them. Looting and opening crates filled with camp supplies, armor, and potentially useful weapons and artifacts could always come in handy for trade or for âartifact consumption,â as per Galeâs need. Sorting them for your groupâs convenience.
And while you did not have more direct and immediate practical use for your course of study in the modern world, the research youâve created and reviewed for character creation and world building was doing wonders for your survival.
Or as much as it can for a magicless, not so athletic human.Â
The ârunesâ of the medieval ages that have been carved into stone, along with the basic history and background of the common races and deities of the fantastical world that tabletop RPG has offered puts you at quite an advantage.
Not to mention your experience with the areas of the game giving you the same effect.
But this library of information had also aroused something akin to suspicion and concern. It would be understandable if you were a simple traveler just like them, or perhaps even an artisan from the guild, but you were not as astute as either background.
So how could you have access to this much knowledge yet be unaware of more practical matters? Itâs as if you had simply read about it from somewhere.Â
Astarion had been quick to give an explanation before you could form one of your own that could poorly convince your companions. Although, perhaps his suggestion was more outlandish than anything you could have come up with.
âThey came with me. Property and all the formality that comes with it. A family pet, if you will.â A perfect excuse to justify your constant proximity to him, and a likely explanation to being well read, but not well experienced.
You thought nothing of the title, your apathy to the non-hazardous labels of this world apparent.
The same couldnât have been said about your associates who had a few comments about this disclosure.
âI am unfamiliar with theâwell, I shall not say âculture.â âCustomsâ, perhaps. I did not think your kind to house such breed of cattle. Perhaps they could be useful.â Was Laeâzelâs.Â
âI assure you, they typically donât. Humans arenât naturally subservient to Elves, at least in this manner. This setup sounds more akin to slavery. Blink twice if you need help.â Was Galeâs response.Â
âIt seems like Astarion's from the upper city, given the embroidery on his armor. I wouldnât put it past them to have servants that follow them around.â Shadowheartâs nose crinkled at the thought.Â
The party already had such an interesting rapport. Not entirely comfortable with one another to divulge everything, but loose enough to have semi-pleasant conversation with.
You thought this as you sorted out the fruits of your collective labor into neat pouches and bags, keeping items similar to one another factioned into their respective holding space. The chest being closer to Withers more than youâd like, but it was nice to hear the ramblings of anâŠundead person? Hearing someone continuously talking allows you to be more productive.
Youâll admit, handling enchanted armor and crystals does make you a tad nervous but youâre comforted by the thought that it will not be you who wields it in battle.
Out of the corner of your eye, you see Gale approaching your direction. Possibly to ask for his share of the camp supplies just a little earlier to sate himself as you had an abundance of it for now. You regard him with your back turned and he stops for a bit.
âI will say that I donât have the lightest of feet, but I figured myself better at sneaking around.â Itâs not his fault that he got caught, but the bright purple robe and the smell of the oils youâve been crafting for them are particularly noticeable.
âYou are, but Iâll assume you're not exactly in the best shape after dealing with a few goblins.â You hold up a bottle of a healing potion, swinging it a bit with your fingers to indicate that the smell had warned you of his arrival.
âYouâve got a keen nose on you. Must be from all of Astarionâs training but, speaking of which,â He nears himself to your crouched form, going in to lean against a very old and empty crate.
âGale, waitââ Right as your warning leaves you, they seem to evade him as falls right through the wood. A comical layer of dust and lichen pluming out from the force. He tries to quickly recover from both the physical and emotional damage as he brushes himself off to make himself presentable once more.Â
âAhem, as I was saying,â He again makes his way over to you, settling for just standing close as his attempts to look unbothered temporarily cost him his ego.
âI was serious about what I said before. While I donât know what to make of our pallid friend just yet, as enigmatic as he is, what he said before is quite confusing. Best make haste away from here if you want your freedom while weâre distracted with this worm problem.â His tone suggests a genuine concern which confuses you.
Youâd be lying to yourself if the label of the set up didnât sound odd, but youâve never expressed discomfort as there was nothing all too worrying about it on your end. It was mostly for show, and you had as much independence as Tav would have in your game.
You endeavor to quickly dispel his worries.
âYou donât have to worry, Iâm very satisfied with my servitude under Astarion. Heâs very lenient and reliable, and Iâm better off with him than on my own." You return to your task of sifting through your materials but pause and look back up at him to continue.
"I do thank you for turning my way though. Your concern is much appreciated but unnecessary.â You lowered your head a bit to show your thanks.
âWell if someone as generous as yourself says to trust you on this, then I have no choice but to concede! Iâll keep a watchful eye and offer guidance, should you need it. Also, do we happen to have something forââ As he asks you for some sort of salve, just a few ways off, your eccentric âhandler,â of sorts, watches the two of you interact.
Donât get him wrong, such matters donât really catch his attention, but being an elf does curse him with the ability to have extensive hearing. Something that he thinks Gale knew, and something you forgot. That would explain the lack of distance between you two.
He thinks itâs amusing how the wizard is trying to make conversation with you as if you were some foreign creature. His usual eloquence nowhere to be seen, and you seemed as unbothered as ever. Like how he usually saw you when you conversed with someone through a crystal.
It was a phone, not that he knew that though.
âTheyâre a real nice one, arenât they?â Karlach says from her side of the camp which was nearer towards his tent and yours.
âHm, yes. While that may be an admirable trait, itâs hardly going to get them anywhere if they keep this up.â Astarion huffed out, not very keen on your altruistic playstyle so far.
He doesnât know much about what you do and donât know, all he knows is that you do know of the events to unfold and could be the key to defeating his master.
 All he needs is to keep you at his side. So heâll allow you this much freedom.
âOh come on, you. You canât seriously think that after everything. Our campâs pretty well maintained because of âem, not to mention the connections weâve been able to get!â She fortifies her statement by knocking on her chest, the engine humming within feels lighter and newer since youâve informed her of the tiefling blacksmith at the grove.Â
He hums in response, returning to reading his book as he thinks about his growing hunger. Heâll have to hunt soon enough. While your positive reputation occasionally reflects on him by proxy, it can also reflect negatively due to the alleged nature of your relationship. If he wants the journey to a way of understanding the tadpoles to be a more comfortable one, he has to at least prevent their trust in him from diminishing.
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Night falls later than heâd have liked, having waited for everyone to be asleep so that he may prowl the forest for sustenance.
The rest were sound asleep in their bedroll as the skirmish from earlier on in the day had proven to be sufficiently tiring. The crackling fire surely brings a lulling warmth that he supposes heâll have to miss out on for a while.
As he begins to slink off into the darkness, he looks back to gauge his surroundings and catches your form from across the settlement. It seems you were tallying away the items in the shared chest and double-checking to see that everything is checked and balanced with your records.Â
Your shoulders jump at his suddenly standing form, but try to understand his intentions. You mouth, âwhere?â with a very confused face, to which he responds with a simple shushing motion and waits for your acknowledgement.
You nod slowly, and he holds your gaze before sneaking off once again.
âHeâs coming back, right?â You wondered. The progression of your experience now in comparison to the game was vastly different, and you didnât know if all scenes, or only some, would present themselves in this world. You assume he planned to hunt, and while you trust his abilities, you want to make sure heâs attended to properly should he be harmed in any way.
So after retrieving a few potions, a journal, and a pencil, you stashed them in a satchel and positioned yourself at the base of the tree in the direction he left in. You werenât particularly sleepy tonight, and planned to pass the time in wait of your companion.Â
There wasnât much to do in this century to keep yourself entertained. The only things youâve found so far were a few instruments and all manners of journals and inks.
The inkpot that you picked up appeared to be red this time. The game of, âwhich ink dye will I get this time?â will have to be the most of your entertainment for now. Not all too different from home, you suppose. And while writing keeps your mind at bay, illustrating all manners of wildlife have proven to be quite the fun exercise.Â
Youâve made a few notes on creatures that you and your company have encountered. The visual elements of a drawing allowed you and the others to keep track of materials that could be salvaged from them, and their resistances to certain attacks.Â
Though as much as you liked depicting such lifeforms in paper, youâve come to be very interested in portraying your vampire friend.
Evidence of your interest present in the pages filled with his likeness as you search for an unmarked page. Youâve made a few of the others, yes, but anyone who would gain access to your journal would surely see which member of the group you favor more.
You continued to draw, and occasionally write, on the parchment as you waited for Astarion to come back. All sense of time evading you as you focus on the task at hand.
A perfect opportunity for a tired rogue to surprise an unsuspecting human.
âAnd what are you still doing up, little one?â He appears from behind the very tree you rested against, causing you to spill a bit of ink on your thumb.
You clicked your tongue, not at all annoyed by the character but by your absentmindedness and now stained appendage.
âSorry, I was just waiting for you.â You sealed the inkpot, and gathered your materials. Effectively, but unknowingly, hiding your work from peering eyes that were the same deep red as your finger.
âIâm very flattered, darling. But couldnât you wait until morning? I'm sure this couldnât have been all too important, yes?â He gestures to your satchel, referring to your journal, but you misinterpreted it as him asking for your medical supplies.
âOh, that depends. Are you hurt, by any chance? I stayed awake in case you might've needed help tending to yourself.â You opened the pouch to reveal its contents to him, your stained thumb in full view.
The sight makes him sigh out, but is thankful for your offered service.
âIâm alright, nothing of interest happened while I was away.â He considers telling you about the nature of his littleâŠ'escapade.' He's unaware if you are of his condition, and he doesnât wish to out himself if not necessary to avoid possible conflict. So he settles for advising you to rest.
âWe need you well rested, my dear. You sleep. Iâll keep watch.â The dialogue is familiar, and you canât stop yourself from letting a small laugh out as you responded with an equally familiar line
âThank you. Iâll sleep better for that.â You lower your head as you usually do in gratitude.
âThe pleasure is all mine.â He mirrors your gesture, albeit in a way that is most appropriate for someone of his character. âSweet dreams.â
You walked back to the chest. Returning the potions and ink youâve plucked from the supply, but keeping the rest of the pouchâs materials with you as you turn in for the night. Awaiting the promise of further study that a new day typically makes.
As Astarion is left with his own thoughts, a sour taste still in his mouth from his earlier meal, he thinks about the man in the journal you kept. He did not see much, only a vague outline of the figure. He thinks about who, or what, it could have been but dismisses the thought rather quickly.
He has no time for a mysterious person with hair less perfect than his own, touching his untainted locks as he does.
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Thank you everyone for your interest in the series!! As per the request of some, I'll now be adding a taglist!
Thank you to @rey26, @shyminnie07, @lynnloveshobi, @iggee-rose, @automnepoet, and @tiannamortis for asking to be tagged!!
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pairing: brother's best friend! ellie williams x f!reader
summary: the last time ellie saw you, you were sweet and innocent. now, a year has passed and you've grown up.
content warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, a bit of angst, r has a tramp stamp (lower back tattoo) & is described to be a party girl, brief dry-humping/grinding, strap-on use (r!receiving), reverse cowgirl & doggystyle, praise & degradation, use of terms pretty girl & princess, ellie calls the strap her cock
a/n: very loosely inspired by that one ph video..iykyk! also, named after the am song bc i think it give the vibes i was going for teehee
The last time Ellie saw you, it was the summer before your freshman year of college. You were still rather innocent, not yet tainted by the bad behavior of others your age. You didn't party, kept away from alcohol and drugs, and preferred to spend your Friday nights reading in your room.
That was how she remembered you, her best friend's cute younger sister. She knew better than to get involved with you, honest to God, she did. The first day the two of you met, your brother had stated that if she were to get too close, she'd find herself with a black eye and a restraining order. But the last day before you left for college, Ellie found herself uneasy. She was nervous, nervous to be around you.
So when she found herself alone with you in your childhood bedroom, your brother stuffing your luggage into the car, Ellie felt herself losing her cool. It was an innocent kiss, sweet and meaningful. One that started when you began to pull away from her hug and looked at her with those beautiful doe-eyes. Her lips found yours with ease like she had been waiting for this moment. The sweet sigh that escaped you was what urged Ellie to pull away. She let her slim hands drop from your sides and turned away from you, awkwardly rubbing her neck. Ellie mumbled something along the lines of a 'sorry' and a 'goodbye' before going downstairs to talk to your brother. That was over a year ago when you were just nineteen. Now, you were back for the summer, excited to spend time with your brother after being swamped all year. You were different now, to say the least. Even though you were still funny and caring, you were far from the innocent girl Ellie once saw you as. You partied, you drank, and now you spent your Friday nights in the beds of hot girls who caught your eye. The morning after you arrived home, Ellie stumbled upon you in the kitchen. She was staying with your brother for the summer, and while she knew you would come home eventually, she didn't expect you to be so...changed.
You wore a fitted baby tee, cropped just above your navel, and a pair of snug, light-wash jean shorts that seemed to end right where your ass met your thighs. It was something Ellie would have never pictured you in.
You glanced at Ellie from where you stood in front of the fridge. "Oh, hey, Ellie," You greeted her softly, returning your focus to the contents of the refrigerator. "Y/n, I didn't know you were back." "Got in last night," You hummed, closing the fridge door with your hip. "Almost didnât recognize you,â She chuckled awkwardly. âYou seem..." "Sluttier?" You muttered. It wouldn't be your first, not even your third time hearing that one. It was a comment your old friends from high school loved to whisper to one another when encountering you on campus. "Older." Ellie rasped, stuffing her hands into the pockets of her sweatpants and briefly looking down at her feet. "Hm," You shrugged and bent down to rifle through a cabinet under the kitchen counter. Ellie's breath hitched slightly when she caught a glimpse of thick, dark lines imprinted on your lower back when you bent down.
A tattoo? She thought to herself as a bright pink blush painted her cheeks. The old you would never get a tattoo, you were always scared of how permanent tattoos were.
"I think I'm going to go for a morning swim in the lake, want to join?" Your eyes darted over to her green ones as you asked. "I'll have to pass, maybe some other time," Ellie said. You shrugged and brushed past her to slip out the back door. Watching you walk down the grassy path toward the lake, Ellie groaned softly and turned to go back upstairs.
You werenât the sweet, pure girl she once thought you to be. You were a woman now. And Ellie was fucking screwed.
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You found yourself on the couch with your brother and Ellie later that week. The sun was long gone, and the only sounds you could hear were the crickets in the backyard and the audio from the movie playing on the tv.
Your brother sat between you and Ellie, chewing loudly on popcorn and whispering little comments about the movie to Ellie as they watched.
You stared at the tv lamely, you eyes occasionally flicking over to Ellieâs face. She looked just as bored as you were, a little tense if that. Was your presence affecting her?
After the movie finished, your elder brother stretched his hands high above his head and yawned.
âIâm heading upstairs, you coming Ellie?â He asked as he stood from the couch.
âUh, yeah, Iâll be up in a few minutes.â She nodded and watched as he trudged up the stairs.
You flipped through the channels on the tv, purposefully staying silent as you felt Ellieâs eyes bore into you. It was the first time you two had been left alone with one another since your first morning back.
âItâs rude to stare, Els.â You mumbled as you put on another movie. You heard her take a deep breath and shift slightly.
âYouâre fuckinâ killing me,â She whispered.
âEllieââ You sighed.
âListen, I shouldnât have kissed you before you left. I know it was wrong.â Ellie interrupted. âBut I donât regret it, and Iâm sorry for the pain I mustâve caused you.â
You turned to look at her finally.
âGod, youâre such an asshole, Ellie.â You breathed.
âI know,â She said in a voice just louder than a whisper.
âAfter you kissed me, I lost myself a little bit. I was so confused and I didnât want to even think about you,â You bit your lip. Every word you were saying was true, you didnât want to think about Ellie, even just seeing your brother mention her name in a text made you think about the kiss.
You hated it, you didnât want to think about the kiss because then your mind reminded you how she cowered away after. How she bolted the minute your lips parted. How the girl you had secretly pined after for so many years had simply left after kissing you.
It gave you a reason to drink, to party a little harder than you shouldâve. You tried to forget, and you seeked comfort in the arms of different girls.
âAnd now, well now Iâve changed. Iâm not that quiet girl who read on the porch while you did stick-and-poke tattoos with my brother beside me.â You laughed weakly. âI doubt that kiss meant anything to you, but it meant everything to me, and you fucking left without saying a word.â
Ellie stared at you for a moment, her mouth slightly open.
âYouâre wrong,â She stated. âIt meant so much to me, so much. It was shitty of me to kiss you then, but now that you know how I feel? Iâm glad I did it. I would have talked to you and explained myself, I really would have, but Iâm a fucking idiot, and I got scared. Does that make you feel better?â Ellieâs voice was a mix of a whisper and a shout as her wide eyes searched yours. Your breath stuttered slightly as you took in Ellie's expression. You had known her since you were merely ten years old when she was thirteen, and she had just met your brother. All those years of summers and weekends spent together, and you had never seen her look like this.
Her emerald eyes were full of need, love, and something else. Regret? Something like that. She looked thirsty, thirsty for your touch, your forgiveness, your loving.
Just like that moment a year ago, you leaned in your lips mere inches away from Ellie's. You felt her hot breath tickle your lips as she exhaled shakily. The sound of your brother walking down the stairs caused you to pull away from Ellie. He rifled through a cabinet, presumably looking for a midnight snack as you stood from the couch. Without another word, you walked past him and went to your room. You typed a quick message and sent it to Ellie. R: come to my room once my brother is asleep? E: I'll be there. Waiting for her was torturous, like waiting for a storm during a drought. Everything was on the table now after both of you completely spilled your hearts out of one another. Hearing that gentle knock on your door made your heart race. With a low creak, you opened your wooden door and tugged Ellie inside your room.
It was still girlish and organized from your high school years, tiny Polaroids and colorful posters littered your walls. It was home, like a snapshot of your old self. Ellie looked at you with an unreadable expression, her hands slowly finding their way to your waist.
âTell me you want this,â She breathed, leaning her forehead against yours and closing her eyes.
âI donât think Iâve wanted anything more.â You placed your hands on both sides of her face and leaned in to gently brush your lips against hers. It was just the ghost of a kiss, but as soon as it happened, it was like something snapped inside both of you.
Gentle, loving kisses quickly turned into ones full of fiery and heated passion. Ellie's hands roamed your body, squeezing and pulling you impossibly closer to her. Stumbling backward, your legs hit the edge of your bed, and you tugged Ellie down with you. She giggled softly against your skin, pulling you to straddle her hips. "I've wanted this..." Ellie groaned softly as your teeth sunk into the sensitive skin of her neck. "For so long..." She whispered and let her eyes shut. Her hands gripped at the flesh of your ass, slowly grinding your crotch against hers. A sharp gasp left your puffy lips as the friction rubbed against your clit and sent a wave of pleasure through you. "My brother would kill you if he knew," You whimpered as her hands moved your hips back and forth against hers. "So don't let him find out," Ellie chuckled and brushed her calloused thumb against your cheek. "Stay quiet, and we'll be fine. Yeah?" With that, she dragged your clothed cunt across her own, letting out ragged breaths as the two of you needily ground your hips against one another. "M-More, Ellie," You whispered as you grasped tightly at the hem of her t-shirt. "What do you need? My fingers?" She squeezed your ass. "Well," You bit your lip and hesitantly climbed off Ellie. You knelt down to the side of your bed and grabbed a box from underneath your bed. Just about the size of a shoe box, Ellie looked at you with a questioning expression. "I have this, it's brand new." Shyly, you passed a thick purple strap-on to Ellie, your face hot as she glanced at it. "Have you...used one of these before?" She asked cautiously. Ellie was soaked at the mere idea of fucking you with a strap, but she didn't want to rush you into anything you weren't completely sure of. You nodded slowly. "Have you?" She bit her cheek and nodded as well. It wasn't surprising, Ellie had been popular with girls since the beginning of high school and was far from a virgin. "Okay, are you sure you want this? 'Cause once we do this, there isn't any going back." Ellie murmured as she leaned in close to your face. "I'm sure, Els." You kissed her softly and watched as she quickly stripped herself of her baggy sweatpants. Ellie slid the dark straps around her hips, allowing the strap-on to rest comfortably over her navy blue boxers. Effortlessly, she pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor of your dark room. She chuckled softly when she caught you staring at her toned torso. "Can't fuck you with your clothes on, princess." Ellie grinned and glanced down at your flowy pajama shorts. You tugged your shorts off first, then your shirt came off, leaving you in only your panties. "Jesus Christ...what am I supposed to do with you?" Ellie mumbled as she watched you lay back on the bed and spread your legs for her. "Whatever you want," Ellie narrowed her eyes slightly, tracing over your nude figure. "Get up," You wasted no time obeying her command, standing up and waiting at the edge of the bed for her next instruction. She sat down on your bed, stretching out her legs and leaning against your headboard. Ellie pat her thigh. "C'mon," You straddle her hips, the dildo resting against your backside as you kiss her feverishly. Ellie took a deep breath and slid her hand past the waistband of your panties, and gently touched your sensitive clit. She brushed the tip of her middle finger along your aching slit, mouth falling slightly agape as her finger slid against your wetness. "So fucking wet," You gasped sharply and bucked your hips against her touch. "Bet you don't even need my fingers, already so wet for me, could probably just put the strap in right now," Ellie muttered against your ear as her fingers teased you. "P-Please..." "Please what?" Ellie cooed, her hands drifting to palm at the exposed skin of your ass. "Fuck me, please fuck me," Ellie chuckled and pat your hip.
âTurn around, pretty girl,â You bit your bottom lip and slowly turned your back to Ellie, your hips hovering over hers as you tentatively waited for her next instruction. "Look, you can see yourself in the mirror," Ellie grinned and pointed to the floor-length mirror in the corner of the room that was angled toward the bed. "Raise your hips and keep your eyes on the mirror." Your gaze drifted back to the mirror, one your brother and Ellie had put together for you many summers ago. The sight you saw in the reflection was wrong, it was all plain wrong. Your brother's childhood best friend aligning the tip of the strap with your entrance, your panties pushed to the side, and concentration painting her face. A choked moan escaped your lips as Ellie gently pulled your hips down onto the dildo. You covered your mouth with a shaky hand, a weak attempt at muffling the cries of pleasure that left you. "That's it, yeah, ride me, pretty girl," Ellie guided your hips, her hands splayed out across your ass, two thumbs aligning with the dimples of your lower back. She watched in awe as you began to follow her lead, slowly bouncing on her strap. "Takin' me so good- knew you'd be all ready for my cock," Ellie grunted. You felt her thumbs swipe back and forth against your lower back as she mumbled incoherent praises. "God, you're so sexy...fucking love this tattoo..." Ellie breathed heavily as she stared at the dark ink that painted your skin.
It didn't take long for you to begin moving without her guidance. Your slow movements turned frantic and needy while pleasure burned deep inside of you. You had been fucked with strap-ons before, but it had never felt quite like this. This was more than just meaningless sex. With each buck of your hips, each movement you made, the strap pushed against your g-spot and ever so slightly brushed against your cervix, stimulating all of the most sensitive spots inside of you. "E-Ellie-" You whimpered, reaching a hand behind you. Ellie groaned and quickly intertwined a hand with yours. "Holy fuck," She whispered as she looked over at your reflection in the mirror. Your breasts bounced slightly every time you quickly sunk down onto the toy, and your expression twisted into one of pure ecstasy. Not to mention, the way your ass rippled when the skin slapped against hers made Ellie nearly lose her mind. Everything was too much, and she could hardly decide where to keep her eyes, or her hands for that matter. Her large hands squeezed at the fat of your ass, digging her fingers into your skin. Then she slapped the flesh playfully, just enough for the sting to fade into pleasure.
"I-I'm gonna-" You gasped sharply as you felt a familiar tension growing deep inside you. "Get on your hands and knees. I'll get you there, princess," Ellie murmured. You nodded and did as she said, leaning forward into doggy style. Ellie paused for a moment to realign the strap with your cunt and to grasp at the waistband of your panties. Soon, Ellie began to thrust into you quickly and deeply. She dragged your hips against hers by the band of your underwear, pulling you back and forth on her fake cock like you were some sort of doll for her to use. A loud smack echoed throughout your bedroom when Ellie slapped your ass. You moaned into the fluffy bedsheets you were pressed up against. "My brother- he's gonna hear us-" You whined as you glanced back at Ellie with glassy eyes. "Don't worry about that, pretty girl, he sleeps like the dead." Ellie laughed softly as she plunged deep inside of you. "Oh! There! Right there!" You practically sobbed when she repeated the same movement over and over again until your legs were shaking. On the verge of your orgasm, your body buzzed with pleasure, and tears threatened to spill from your eyes. "Mmh- Els, m'gonna.." "Yeah, cum for me princess, cum all over my cock." She whispered as her thumbs traced the intricate lines of your tattoo and her hips slapped against yours. One of her hands slid around your waist and moved down to begin quickly circling your clit. Ellie was desperate to get you off, she wanted to watch as you lost control of your body and experienced an intense orgasm. That was enough to push you over the edge, you screamed into the bedsheets as you felt your body stiffen and shake against Ellie's. Her thrusts slowed but didn't completely stop, as she wanted to prolong that climax as much as she could. Your senses were clouded with nothing but white-hot pleasure while you rode out the rest of your orgasm. After what felt like a few very long moments, Ellie slowly pulled out of you and sat back on the bed. She undid the straps on her hips and placed the toy on your bedside table. "C'mere, pretty girl..." She cooed softly as she gently picked you up and pulled you into her arms. Ellie lay with you in the bed, her fingers lightly tracing patterns along the skin of your back as she cuddled you. "You did so good, you're so perfect..." She said quietly. You hummed softly in response and closed your eyes. "You better get back to my brother's room, he wouldn't be happy to see you coming out of my room in the morning." "I know, but I'll stay until you fall asleep. Don't worry about me, princess." And for once, you listen to her. You focused on the heat Ellie's body radiated against yours and how peaceful you felt in her loving embrace. It felt right. --- tags: @asteroidzzzn , @ellabsprincess , @ximtiredx
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