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soulofapatrick · 2 years ago

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The Beauty and the Brawn - Emmett Cullen x Reader

Summary: You try to prove to Emmett that he won’t hurt you with his enhanced strengths

Words: 2k

Warnings: Oral (F!recieving)

Notes: idk what this is really, just had the idea for a few days

Y/N’s POV

Emmett is strong, stronger than most vampires having gotten enhanced strength when he was changed. He’s always seen it as an added perk as it’s not something drastic like Alice’s future telling or Benjamin’s elemental manipulations, it was just that he was a little stronger than the others. Nothing more, nothing less.

Then he met me and now, as much as I tell him otherwise, he sees his strength as a curse. He gets scared he’ll get too carried away with me, forget I’m still human and accidentally hurt me or kill me. As much as I reassure Emmett that he could never hurt me he will still try and avoid the topic, kissing me the most he trust himself to do. Every time we get hot and heavy and I guide things on a little he backs up with that pained look in his eyes. Everything about him screams that he wants me back but the pain in his eyes tells me he’s scared which always catches me off guard as this is Emmett Cullen. Outgoing, loud and loving Emmett… too scared to even touch me at times despite how much his feelings were mutual.

Today is no different and I decide to take a different approach, even if it doesn’t mean sex. I just want Emmett to see that he can trust himself with me and that I’m not as fragile as he thinks. We’re sat on his bed, a bed he got Carlisle to get without specifying why. The Cullen’s don’t know me yet except maybe Alice and Edward because of their gifts but they apparently haven’t said anything to the others. Emmett doesn’t want them to all bombard me and he’s also worried about how Rosalie will take it that he’s moved on already which I understand and I agreed to take it as slow as he wants with meeting them.

Emmett’s hand is on my thighs as we sit shoulder to shoulder, watching a movie on the TV he also had installed. I’m barely paying attention to it though, focusing on his icy touch on my bare skin, being in only shorts as it’s just us here for another day to two. Emmett said the others had gone on a hunting trip and he elected to say home. I say fuck it, it’s now or never so I’m turning my body to face him, reaching over to cup his cheek and I ask, “Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, why-“ He’s frowning until I begin shifting, moving onto my knees and turning my body towards him, “Y/N, I-“

“Just trust me baby,” I stroke his cheek reassuringly, watching him lean into my palm and those beautiful golden eyes flutter shut for a moment. With Emmett’s eyes still closed I shift my body further until I’m straddling him, legs either side of his thick thighs. His muscles tense as he realises I’m seated, arms resisting ever so slightly when I guide his hands to my hips, holding them there to show him that he won’t hurt me. The heat seems to rise between us as I lean in, lips almost touching his as I whisper, “Emmett, I trust you. I trust you with everything.”

His eyes fly open at this, the confusion and fear in them until he sees I’m not lying to him, keeping my face open and honestly so he can see the trust and love and it works as his expression softens, “Y/N.” He’s whispering, voice filled with emotions that I can’t quite decipher so I just lean forwards again and capture his lips in a gentle and pliant kiss. The kiss is tender and slow, as if we’re exploring each other for the first time. My heart is racing as I feel the softness of his lips against mine, the taste of him sweet and familiar, the tension in Emmett’s body slowly melting away as he gets lost in the kiss so I take another risk and deep it. Emmett’s hands are moving up and down my sides and back, testing the waters cautiously and the feel of his hands on my skin sends shivers down my spine, knowing I want more.

Too soon am I having to break the kiss as unlike Emmett I still need to consume oxygen. His golden eyes have darkened a little with love and desire, a soft sound leaving him when I caress his cheek gently, “Emmett,” My voice is a barely above a whisper, as if scared to break the moment, “I need you. Need all of you.”

Emmett’s eyes widen in surprise at the bluntness of my words, looking at me intently as if trying to decipher if I’m really serious about what I said. I can see the mixture of emotions playing across his face - desire; love; fear and protectiveness. I stay seated in his lap as I wait for his response, letting him work through his emotions and letting him decide. He wants me but he’s afraid of hurting me, his hands retreating again so I catch them in mine and squeeze reassuringly. His eyes flick down to our interlocked hands before back to my face before he’s swallowing and mumbling out, “Start with a shower first?”

“Whatever you want Pretty Boy.” I’m nodding, guiding one of his large hands to my cheek and pressing a kiss to his open palm before he’s surprising me and drawing me into another kiss. This one’s different, he’s not holding back as much, it’s hungrier almost. There’s an urgency to the kiss, his lips moving with more purpose as his moves to the back of my head, deepening the kiss. His other hand finds it’s way back to my waist, pulling me flush against him. It’s like he’s been holding back for so long and how he’s finally allowing himself to let go and now he can’t seem to get enough. I respond with equal fervour, my hands tangling in his hair as we explore each other’s mouths.

Emmett’s breaking the kiss before me, standing up effortlessly and cradling me in his arms as if I weight nothing which I guess I really don’t for him. I’m wrapping my arms around his broad shoulders, holding on tight as he carries me to the bathroom, feeling his muscles tense and flex under his shirt with each step. He’s setting me on the counter, a playful smile on his face and a rumble in his chest when I squeal at how cold the counter is. He’s stealing another kiss from me before moving to turn on the shower, letting it heat up and moving back over to me, standing between my legs. He’s looking at me with a soft expression, making sure this is what I really want, his hands running over my waist and pulling back slightly to ask, “You sure about this, honey?” His eyes are filled with concern and love, making me feel even more secure in my decision.

To prove my point I pull my shirt over my head and letting it fall to the floor, watching Emmett’s lips part slightly in a hitched breath at the sight of me now bare except for a pair of shorts. Emmett’s eyes are skimming over my body, taking in every dip and curve and scar on display to him. His hands coming up to gently trace along my arms and down my sides, as if savouring the feeling of my skin against his fingertips. Despite his obvious desire he still checks with me if this is okay, eyes flicking back up to mine every few seconds until I’m guiding his hands up to my breasts, watching his reaction. He surprises me by dragging me into such a tender and loving kiss as he explores this new territory.

Our bodies press together, Emmett’s hands now tracing circles on my back as he deepens the kiss, his very obvious arousal pressing into my thigh but he’s taking it slow as if he’ll spook me. His lips move down my neck as he murmurs against the skin, “You’re so fucking beautiful.” His large hands grip my hips and I’m soon standing again, feeling cold fingers dip into the waistband of my shorts.

“Please.” I’m practically begging and Emmett’s groaning into the crook of my neck, surprising me again as he sinks to his knees as he slides the shorts down my legs, throwing them aside before his gaze finds mine and I’m having to bite my lip at the sight of Emmett on his knees for me. His strong hands grip my hips as he begins nosing at my thighs, lips ghosting over them and teeth grazing until he’s nudging my legs apart enough blow cold air over my slickness, making me gasp and squirm. Before I can say or do anything those skilled lips are kissing my folds, nose bumping my clit before he licks a confident stripe up, gauging my reaction. His tongue flutters against my clit before he’s eating me like a starved man, hands gripping my hips tight enough that I can’t wriggle away from the pleasure.

My hand is gripping his hair, the other bracing myself against the counter as he moans, sending vibrations through that oversensitive bundle of nerves. He’s dipping his tongue in and out of my core with precision and sloppiness before he moves back to my clit, my body trying to jerk away but his grip is tight enough to promise bruises and fuck that just makes everything more intense. All too soon I can feel myself starting to pulse around his tongue that hasn’t stopped fucking into me and my hands tugs almost painfully at his hair while my head falls back with a whine, my thighs trying to clamp around Emmett’s head as my vision partially whites out and all I hear is white noise, unsure if I’m crying out Emmett’s name.

“Emm, fuck Emmett, too much.” I’m begging and he finally pulls back, looking up at me with half-lidded eyes and he looks fucking dirty, his mouth and chin shiny with my juices and his golden eyes have darkened even more. His thumbs caress my hips as he pulls himself to his feet moving to kiss me with a cheeky grin when I lightly push his face away saying, “No, clean your face first.”

“I do believe a shower was suggested.” He agrees and I’m nodding, tugging at his shirt to which he complies, pulling it over his head and I can’t help wet my lips at how good he looks. Sure, I’ve seen Emmett change but this is different, he’s baring himself for me and me alone. His shirt reveals his chiseled abs and braid chest, my eyes roaming over his muscular physique with appreciation. His defined biceps and broad shoulders are evidence of the immense physical strength he possesses and the way his tone torso tapers down to his waist makes me want to run my hands over his hard body. As he undresses further, my gaze is drawn to his thick thighs, my heart racing against as he’s straining against his boxers and fuck, he is in no way small. The boxers barely able to contain him, the angry red head slipped past the waistband, precum wetting his v-line a little, “Come on lovely, eyes up here.”

I tear my eyes away from his enticing bulge, feeling heat rising to my cheeks at being caught. But I can't help the desire that courses through me as I watch him step out of his boxers, completely naked before me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel the anticipation building between us as we move towards the shower. As we step under the warm water, Emmett pulls me close, his hands roaming over my wet skin as we continue to explore each other's bodies. I know this is only the beginning, and I can't wait to see what other surprises Emmett has in store for me.

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hisui-dreamer · 2 years ago

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amber and sea glass

Pairing: Jade Leech x gn!reader

Synopsis: Eels are rarely seen as beautiful, but beauty is in the eye of the beholder. This time, the beholder is a curious child who's fascinated by the ocean.

Tags: fluff, reader is not yuu, childhood friends to lovers, bot proofread

Word count: 1.4k+

Notes: it's been years since I decided to write something but Jade has my heart so here

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Jade Leech was used to being feared.

He had never minded the fact though. No, instead he and Floyd used their fearsome appearances to their advantage in scaring other merfolk, and when they were feeling especially daring, humans going for a swim. They loved nothing more than playing pranks on anyone they could.

Sometimes they would ghost around humans, brushing across their legs to strike fear. Sometimes, they would spook them by showing them their razor-sharp teeth. The twins found great enjoyment in playing around with humans, watching them try to run as fast as they could back on land, yet still clumsily stomping in water and unable to gain speed with water resistance.

On one such occasion, Jade spotted a human child close to his age, alone at a secluded beach when he was swimming along the coast. The curious child was humming a pleasant tune while picking seashells, sea glass and any other item that they deemed worthy.

With how focused they were, they were a perfect target for Jade to play with. He swirled around them, occasionally brushing against their legs in fleeting touches. Instead of panicking or screaming in fear like he expected they would, they started to giggle and thrash around, dropping their collection of trinkets as they clenched at their sides before eventually falling backwards from losing their balance. They let out a squeal, eyes clenched shut as they braced themselves for the impact.

On instinct, Jade caught them before they could fall backwards completely, cradling them in his arms without realising how close the two of them were. The child opened one eyelid, uncertain as to what exactly happened, and once his mismatched eyes came into eyesight, their other eyelid opened immediately to fully gaze upon the orbs so alike amber and topaz.

"Beautiful..."

They whispered.

Jade was taken aback by the child's compliment, eels weren't beautiful like mermaids. No one had ever told him that his eyes were beautiful before, maybe they were pranking him back? But looking at their big, bright eyes and their face of awe, he didn't think they was lying.

"Uh, thanks," Jade said quietly, suddenly feeling a little shy.

The child gasped, their eyes lighting up. "You can talk!" they exclaimed. "And your fins look so pretty too! And your teeth!" they gently placed their hand on his cheek, trying to get a glimpse of his sharp teeth. "You're so cool!"

Jade felt himself blushing as the child continued to compliment him. He wasn't used to this kind of attention, especially from someone he had just met. Between the twins, Floyd was always the one who would get most attention with how expressive and impulsive he was. Jade, being comparatively composed, had less of a noticeable presence. His instincts were telling him to swim away from the child, but as he looked at the them, he felt a warmth seep into in his heart. They were so curious and genuine, and he felt that maybe, just maybe he could trust them.

"Thanks," Jade said again, smiling shyly. "That's really nice of you to say." And as he was greeted by an even brighter smile, he couldn't help but want to learn more about the curious human.

As days went by, Jade found himself visiting the same spot every day to see if the child was there. Similarly, the child would return to their spot whenever they could in hopes of seeing the mysterious sea creature. He would bring them gifts from the sea, adding to their collection of seashells and trinkets, and they would bring treats like rice balls and cookies from land, admiring his teeth when eating. He particularly loved the mushrooms inside the rice balls, and found himself wanting to learn all about them.

Jade would continue to tease his new friend, but rather than scaring them, he would blow bubbles in their face or tickle them and wrap his tail around them. The child would playfully swat at him, and tickle him back until the two of them were gasping for air, sitting at the shore enjoying each other's company.

Eventually, Jade introduced Floyd and Azul to his new friend. Floyd had loved meeting the human, squeezing them and poking at their cheeks. Azul meanwhile, was rather shy, and gifted the child with some seashells he had collected. The child was fascinated with the two merfolk, unable to resist petting Azul's tentacles and exclaiming their interest in him. While Jade did feel a bit jealous his human was showing so much affection, he secretly delighted in the fact that his portion of snacks were always larger, more plentiful. Rice balls with more stuffing, cookies with more toppings, or sandwiches with various mushrooms, and with how his human always reached out for him first, he found satisfaction in being their favourite.

As Jade began to realize that his dear friend was different from the other creatures of the sea, he found himself wanting to see them more often, to see them smiling brightly at them, eyes full of affection sparkling in the sunlight.

Once they were old enough, Jade had Azul brew a water-breathing potion for his human, but it did come at a price. Being friends with Azul did have its benefits though, as Jade only needed to convince a few poor unfortunate merfolk from Azul's past to make a contract with him.

His dear pearl had wanted to see their home, and who was he to deny them when they looked at him with eyes full of anticipation. Jade had warned them of the deep sea's dangers however, and made them promise they would not let go of him. While this statement was largely true, the other sea creatures wouldn't dare lay a finger on his human, not when he would watch over them, but he found it incredibly endearing when they clinged onto him.

They swam deep into the sea, where Jade showed his human the wonders of his world. The Coral Sea was a mysterious and alluring place, with its crystal-clear waters, teeming with a variety of marine life. The colours of the coral reefs were breathtakingly beautiful. As they swam along, they saw a dazzling array of marine life - schools of brightly coloured fish, graceful sea turtles, and even a majestic manta ray. Curious as ever, they would ask Jade questions about all things that caught their interest. Jade would patiently explain what he knew of the creatures, and when it was safe, he would let them pet some of them, delighting in the many expressions his dearest showed.

When the sea turned dark, they knew it was time to go home. As they made their way back to the shore, Jade felt adoration of his dearest swell in his chest, wanting to never let them go. His pearl, as if having read his mind, snuggled into his hold, leaning up to give him a gentle peck on his cheek, murmuring a 'thank you' for showing them his world.

Before they had to part, Jade handed them an elegant bracelet, made of their favourite sea glass and coral, which he had carefully strung together to make the perfect gift for his beloved. His pearl smiled ever-so brightly and thanked him, admiring the intricacy and beauty of the bracelet, clutching it to their chest. To his surprise, they handed him a simple bracelet of their own, with pieces of amber that resembled his piercing eyes and little mushroom charms, made to last in the rough sea. Feeling his heart swell even more, he held out his hand, and his pearl gently tied it on his wrist, to which he reciprocated the action. Raising his wrist up to admire it, the amber piece glowed beautifully, lit up by the sunset's soft rays.

"Beautiful..."

He heard his love say again, turning to gaze at them, he noticed they weren't staring at the bracelet, but him. He smiled fondly, and gently cupped their cheek, his heartbeat racing as they leaned into his touch, melting. He slowly inched closer, and gently placed a kiss on their cold lips, and it seemed that all was right in the world as they reached up to tangle their fingers in his hair.

He wondered if his dearest knew it was merfolk culture to exchange gifts as a courting ritual, and how it would tie two individuals together. Either way, he could never let go of them, for he now regarded them as his mate. He knew that life with his beloved pearl would always be full of laughter and fun, and he couldn't imagine it any other way.

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sopebubbles · 2 years ago

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Four

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Synopsis: in a world where alphas, betas, and omegas live along side modern humans as second class citizens, you've fallen through the cracks of a society that wants to take everything wonderful from you. Luckily a timely encounter with the boys just might save your life.

Chapter summary: the boys learn several uncomfortable things about you.

Warnings: nothing? that I can think of. Y'all know this shit is sad, but the pack is so comforting.

Wc: 4.5k

"Where are you going?" Jimin asked when he opened his eyes to find you only a few steps from the door.

You froze before pivoting on your toes. "Sorry. I was trying not to wake you," you answered in a nearly inaudible voice.

Jimin stretched his neck as he sat up. "I wasn't really sleeping. What are you doing?"

You relaxed onto your heels and looked around in confusion, as though you weren't sure yourself. "I was just feeling suffocated in the room and wanted some air. I thought I could step out without bothering anyone since you were all sleeping."

He started to ask if you were leaving, but then he swallowed his words. "We can go out to the backyard if you want to walk around a little," he said instead.

You nodded as an answer and walked toward him.

"You'll want this," he told you when you came near, grabbing Yoongi's hoodie off the arm of the couch. He had changed into it when he got home from work several hours ago, and had taken the time to carefully scent it with all the alphas before casually leaving it downstairs, as if by mistake. But Jimin knew better. "It's chilly out tonight."

You took the sweatshirt he offered you. You sniffed it and tugged it on with less hesitation than he expected. Maybe you knew what Yoongi had predicted: some comforts you just needed. You were still just in someone's shorts, but he figured you wouldn't be out too long. The beta moved a pair of slides by the door in front of you to slip your feet into before he held the door open for you. You smiled so softly at him that he felt his heart stop, over the moon at how easily you accepted his gentle way of caring for you, and he returned a smile back.

There wasn't much in the square patch of the backyard. Jimin watched your figure as you walked down the three steps to the sidewalk leading to the back gate. To the left of the door, in the corner, was a table with several chairs sitting on a slab of concrete. The rest of the yard was just grass, not yet needing a cut as spring had only just started. Hobi had been begging Jin to make a proper patio for everyone to enjoy since Jimin joined the pack four years ago, but Jin kept insisting they would move into a bigger house soon. When they had bought the house shortly after Kookie became an established member of their small pack, with considerable assistance from their families, they hadn't imagined their numbers would more than double in size, at least not without any pups of their own. A bigger house would be nice, of course, but there was something cozy to Jimin about stuffing the just slightly too small house to the brim with love.

Jimin sat on the top step and leaned his elbows on his knees, and his eyes followed you as you skirted along the fence. He could see you were still a bit shaky on your legs, and you seemed to be focused on putting one foot directly in front of the other.

"Where are you from, Y/N?"

Your head snapped to look at him with wide, startled eyes, as if you'd forgotten he was there. You stared at him a moment before you said, "Sorry, I don't remember your name."

He smiled again, softly. "I'm Jimin."

You nodded and began to walk along the fence line again, ignoring his question, so he asked another. "How long have you lived in the city?"

"What makes you think I'm not from here?"

It was your accent, a slight drawl on your words that you'd never quite managed to eliminate. Jimin shrugged. "Just a hunch."

You turned the corner at the back of the yard so you faced the house and looked up at the dark windows behind which his pack slept soundly. "How do you know about True Life?" you asked, clearly not wanting to give him the control of the conversation.

You weren't going to answer his questions, but at least you were talking to him, so he didn't mind answering. "I work at a shelter for teens, so I know about all the shelters in the area."

Your mouth made a soundless 'oh' as you continued along the fence toward the house. Jimin wondered if you were aware you were marking their property or if it was subconscious. Maybe you were claiming their space as your own. Maybe you were trying to draw in other alphas with your scent. Maybe you just had no idea what you were doing.

"How long have you been there?" He asked when you didn't say anything.

"A couple weeks." You shrugged and added a moment later, "I lost my second job and couldn't pay my rent and now I don't know what I'm going to do."

"I can help you find a job." Jimin perked up at being able to make the offer. "I know places in town that have no problem hiring omegas and who offer heat leave."

"I don't need heat leave, as long as I can afford the good pills," you told him. "I just ran out this month."

"The ones they gave you can cause long-term infertility," Jimin told you.

You snorted. "I don't care about that. I'm not ever having kids. I just didn't take them because they make my stomach hurt so bad." Jimin nodded his head and went silent for a moment as you continued tracing a path at the edge of the grass. "Is that what you do then? You help people get jobs?" You asked as you turned around and went back the other way.

"I'm a social worker. I help people get the things they need. Whether that's a job or school…or a pack." Jimin saw your back stiffen at the word, a minor hiccup in your pacing before you resumed. "Would that be something I could help you with?"

You turned the corner to walk across the back perimeter again, hiding your face in shadow. "I don't need a pack," you said quietly but firmly.

"Living on your own in the city can be really hard. Making ends meet, taking care of yourself. There are all kinds of packs. Not all are together for mating. Sometimes a pack can just be friends who care about you. When Taehyung came to us, he wasn't looking for partners, but family."

You sighed heavily at his words. "Your pack seems nice enough, but not all packs are like that. Everyone acts like packs are something you have to have, but not all packs mean safety. Shitty people don't stop being shitty just because they're pack."

Jimin's breath caught in his chest. Of course, he knew most packs weren't as good as his. And he knew that there were plenty of bad people out there, even Lykos. But he didn't like to imagine what could have happened to you to bring out such bitterness in your voice.

"But I'm sure someone like you wouldn't understand that," he heard you mutter under your breath.

Behind him, Jimin could hear the front door open on the other side of the house. It had to be Jungkook coming home from his shift. He heard the thick clunk of boots where he took them off by the door, and then nothing as the other beta moved with practiced stealthiness around the otherwise silent house.

Jimin didn't take offense at your assumptions of him. It was obvious enough that you spoke from a place of pain, and that was something Jimin could easily understand, and even empathize with. He rubbed his palms together and gathered his thoughts before speaking.

"My parents died when I was ten. My mom was sap, my dad was a beta, so we never had a pack. We never even had a normal family. After the accident, I lived in a series of group homes. Some were fine. Some were worse than others, but the one nice thing was being surrounded by other people like me. I met lots of people who had it worse than me. Kids who had been adopted only to be sent back when their new family didn't want them. Others who got kicked out of the group home when they presented and couldn't control their instincts. I was lucky because I was able to go from there to college without having to navigate those years all on my own. But after I graduated it was really difficult for me to live alone. Through some friends, I found out about a…collective of sorts, where young Lykos lived together. They weren't a pack per se but they were able to help each other out in ways like a pack. Resource sharing, budgeting, physical closeness. Like I said, it wasn't a pack bond, not like what we have here, but it was better than being all alone."

You had stopped at the other side of the fence and stood with your back against the wooden planks. He waited for you to say something, but he didn't expect the words you spoke next. "I would've guessed a pack would've wanted someone like you very early on."

Jimin's face heated, and he was glad you couldn't see it in the dark. "I'm not sure what you mean by that." Although by your tone it sounded like a compliment.

"I just mean that you're attractive and pleasant to be around. And doesn't everyone want betas in their pack? You're supposed to be stable and reliable, right?" You tilted your head to the right when you asked in a very endearing gesture.

Jimin cleared his throat. He could still feel the blush on his cheeks. "I was a late bloomer. For a while I thought I might actually turn out to just be sap like my mother. To this day, my scent is still fainter than anyone I've ever known. So I guess I'm not as attractive as you think."

You snorted again and pushed away from the fence. "If I had been you, I would've just pretended I was normal. You could live a perfectly ordinary life. Not like us freaks." You mumbled the end but Jimin wouldn't ignore it.

"There's nothing abnormal or freaky about who you are. And anyone who told you otherwise is just plain wrong. I chose this life because it belongs to me. Anyone who has made you feel like being alone is better doesn't know what they're missing, whether sap or Lykos."

You stopped in your tracks away from him and to his surprise, you turned to walk toward him. "I was born to God-knows-who, and the first thing my mother did with me was throw me in the garbage. Literally. And instead of leaving me be, some idiots hauled me out of the dumpster and gave me to a family who wanted nothing but a slave and who threw me out as soon as I got my first heat. Being alone isn't a choice for me, Jimin. It's just what I am."

Without waiting for a response you walked past him up the steps and into the house, letting the screen door slam behind you, causing him to jump. Jimin hung his head in his hands, applying pressure to his temples as he considered what you had said and his own stupidity. He knew better than to assume he knew anyone's story, or to tell people what he thought they needed instead of asking first. But something about you prevented him from thinking professionally.

Jungkook came home tired as ever. No, more tired than he'd been all week. He and his partner had been the first responders to an absolutely horrific scene of a murder. Although he spent most of his shift holding the police line, being the lowest man on the totem pole, it hadn't left him unaffected. As he pulled his feet from his shoes, he wanted nothing more than to plant himself face first on the closest soft surface and sleep for a day. He struggled clumsily with the buttons of his shirt, yanking the bottom free from his trousers before he fumbled with his belt buckle. He couldn't bring himself to climb the stairs to the pack's nest, so he shuffled to the spare room and left his clothes in a pile at the foot of the bed he now slept in more often than not. He kneeled on the bed in nothing but his boxers to crawl his way to the middle and sank into the warm space. The smells that greeted him were different but familiar. Hobi's sweet brown sugar was there, but faintly, hiding behind a saccharine apple. Jungkook registered the difference on some level, maybe even knew it was wrong to be there, but the scents were so comforting he couldn't help but melt into them. He pulled your pillow to his face and covered himself with the single blanket before he quickly fell asleep.

A loud bang had his eyes popping open. Alert to danger but still half asleep. Had he slept for hours or seconds? Moments later the door to the room closed harshly and the edge of bed dipped before a body collided with his. And then a scream. Jungkook scrambled off the bed for the light switch, nearly falling when his legs tangled in the blanket. After they turned on, Jimin appeared, throwing the door open to see what was wrong. All three of you breathed heavily as you looked at one another.

"What are you doing here?" You half screeched before the betas could say a word.

"Fuck! God. Y/N, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking." Jungkook sputtered, gasping. "I was just so exhausted that I forgot you were staying here. I sleep here a lot and I just…forgot."

Jungkook's chest caved in as he watched you shake in front of him. He had promised you safety and security, assured you that no one would bother you, but he was the first to trespass. Regret stole his words from his mouth, and you said nothing at all. He looked to Jimin for some kind of help, and luckily the other man was there to give it. He took Jungkook by the wrist and pulled him gently out of the room.

"Sorry, Y/N. Get some rest, and I'll check on you in the morning," he told you quietly. He reached for the light switch before closing the door.

"Leave it," you said, urgently, fearfully.

Jimin nodded and pulled the door shut. It clicked with finality.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jungkook breathed out in the relative darkness of the hallway.

Jimin shushed him as he led the larger man to the living room. "Don't waste your breath apologizing to me, Kookie. It was an honest mistake. She's a little worked up, otherwise I'm sure she'd see that, too."

Jungkook stopped cold, making himself difficult to lead. "What happened? Why's she worked up?" He looked back over his shoulder toward your door.

"Jungkook, you look like you're going to keel over. Sit down for a minute," Jimin coaxed, guiding him to the couch. He sat and took the glass of water Jimin offered him, drinking without hesitation.

"Did something else happen?" he asked after draining the glass.

Jimin shrugged. "Not exactly. I don't know. We were just talking, and I might have said the wrong thing or at the wrong time. She just said some things…about herself." He sighed and reached out for Jungkook. Feeling the beta solidly beneath his hands always had a grounding effect. "Her troubles haven't started recently, Jungkook. I think maybe her whole life has been nothing but pain and trouble."

"I know," Jungkook said, sounding like he meant it concretely, not merely as a suspicion.

"Did you find something about her?"

Jungkook sagged against the couch and rubbed his face with his hands. "I did, but is it okay if we go through it tomorrow?"

Jimin smiled softly and ruffled his hair. "Of course, Kookie. I'll help you get upstairs so you can get some rest."

Jungkook yawned wide, stretching out his long arms. "I'll sleep here. You can go up."

"No, baby," Jimin shook his head.

"It's okay. I promise I won't bother her again."

"It's not about her, Kook. It's about you getting proper rest in the nest. Now."

Jungkook sighed. "I can't. I don't smell right after work. I don't want to ruin everyone's sleep."

Jimin's face crumpled. "Is that why you never come up anymore?" Jungkook nodded, eyes fixed on his knees. It's at least most of the truth. "Baby, no one cares. They'll get you smelling right in no time. C'mon, let's go."

Jimin pulled Jungkook like dead weight, but eventually got him to his feet. Jungkook was too tired to not let the smaller man bear his weight as they made their way up the stairs. When they got to the pack's bedroom, the door opened with a creak that Hoseok had been meaning to fix. The omega lifted his head from the bed in an attempt at alertness.

"Pup delivery," Jimin whispered, placing Jungkook gently on the edge of the nest. Hands from more than one person reached out to hold him and he was completely engulfed, snuggled in by his mates before Jimin closed the door once again.

Hobi could be nibbly in the morning. Jungkook had nearly forgotten about that. It had been a while since he had felt the omega's tongue lap at his scent gland, nudging him awake with his nose and gentle kisses.

"Morning, baby," Jungkook chuckled.

"Wakey, wakey," Hobi sang, though he was hardly awake himself, still feeling sleepy and far from ready to start the day.

"How did you sleep?" Jungkook asked conversationally as he carded his fingers through his omega's hair, keeping his voice low since he wasn't sure if the others were awake. The body on the other side of him—Yoongi probably—felt very still. Jungkook didn't know how he'd ended up in the middle of the nest, but he was pleased to be there.

Hoseok smiled against his shoulder. "So good, Kookie. I've missed you in the nest. I'll keep that girl here forever if it will make you sleep next to me every night."

Jungkook stiffened. Guilt for too many wrongs to count washed through him. But Hobi was quick to stroke a soothing hand down his chest. "I'm sorry," he choked out.

"Shh. I didn't say that to make you feel bad. I just love having you here. We've been together for so long that it doesn't feel quite right to have you missing. I feel like I wash the sheets twice as often because they don't smell the same without you," he chuckled. "But it's okay. I know you need space right now."

Jungkook pulled his mate tighter to him, inhaling the sweet scent from the top of his head. "I'll try not to be so distant. I know it isn't fair to you."

Hoseok shook his head. "I just want you to be happy, pup. But you don't seem very happy these days."

Yoongi shifted on his other side, wrapping an arm around his waist and nuzzling his other shoulder.

Jungkook hummed. "I'm happy right now."

"Now if only Jiminie were here this nest would be perfect," Hoseok mused.

"I'm here!" Jimin called from the hallway outside.

Hoseok lifted his head over Jungkook's chest. "Get your cute little butt in here then!"

Jimin didn't waste a second in following orders. He skipped to the bed where he was playfully pulled down to the mattress by a giggling Taehyung and squished into place between the alpha and Yoongi.

"Why were you out in the hallway, baby? Is everything okay downstairs?"

Jimin lifted himself up to hook his chin over Yoongi's shoulder. "Everything's…fine. I just missed you guys, and I thought I could do the job just as well from up here as down there," he admitted sheepishly.

"Was the door slamming and a scream last night real? Or did I dream about it?" Namjoon asked from the other side of the bed.

"Oh," Jungkook remembered. "I might have scared Y/N last night. On accident."

"After I made her upset, which is why she slammed the door," Jimin added.

Jin seemed suddenly aware, looking between the two betas with alert eyes. "How did you upset her?"

"I was trying to talk to her about the benefits of being in a pack. But I think I hit a nerve."

"How so?"

"She…she told me that she was abandoned as a newborn and adopted by saps who treated her horribly."

"And then I accidentally fell asleep in her bed and freaked her out."

Jin sat up, choosing for the moment to gloss over Jungkook's transgression to look at Jimin. "So she's basically always been alone?" Hoseok's hand found his, gripping him for comfort at such an unimaginable thought.

Jimin grimaced. "Not necessarily. Something she said last night stood out. I think she might have had a pack at one point. But based on what she said, it wasn't a good experience."

Hoseok tilted his head curiously. "What did she say?"

"She said bad people are still bad in packs, and packs aren't always safe," Jimin frowned.

Hoseok shuddered. "You might be onto something," Jungkook said.

Yoongi opened his eyes for the first time, though he'd been listening all along. "What did you find out?"

Jungkook cleared his throat but his voice came out nervously. "Before she came to this city, she served six months in a county jail in another state for solicitation."

"What?!" Several voices demanded, the whole nest suddenly in movement.

"A friend of mine who's on desk duty did some digging for me and found out she'd been arrested. In her testimony, she said that her alpha forced her to do it, but she pleaded guilty."

Hoseok thought he might actually throw up. He had heard stories on the news of omega sex workers before. Not just Lykos but even more often Sapiens would pay to have sex with omegas. But the thought that an alpha would do that to one they called their own chilled him to the bone.

Namjoon tugged his hands through his hair, his mind frantically trying to think of a way to make such an alpha pay for the crime. "Was the alpha arrested too?"

Jungkook shook his head. "She wouldn't give a name because she feared for her safety."

Jin's skin stretched painfully over his knuckles as he fisted the blanket. If his mother heard this she would use her family's considerable wealth and power to track down that alpha and make him suffer. Could he call in such a favor on your behalf?

Without a word, Taehyung got up and walked to the door.

"Tae, where are you going?" Jimin asked, anxious at the sudden loss of his mate.

"I don't want to hear anymore," Tae replied angrily.

"Sweetheart-"

"No. I don't want to hear any more about her from you. It feels wrong to know these things about her when she hasn't told me herself. It's an invasion of privacy and I won't listen."

"I'm sorry, Tae. I was just trying to figure out how we could help her," Jungkook defended himself.

Taehyung sighed, looking back at his lover. "I get that. And I want to help her, too. I just…ugh. I haven't even really seen her and I haven't gotten to talk to her. It feels weird for you to dig up information on her. It's like she's a character in a movie and not someone in our house. I don't know how to explain it but it makes me uncomfortable."

Jimin's heart melted. Taehyung's sensitive soul had a way of turning them all to mush. The beta slipped off the bed to wrap his arms around him. "Okay, alpha. No more digging, okay? Come back to bed. Don't be upset." Tae allowed himself to be pulled, always particularly sensitive to Jimin's coaxing. "Kookie won't do any more digging, right?" The maknae nodded. "Come back and let me cuddle you a little more, and then we can help Hobi get some breakfast going for her, okay?"

Taehyung followed Jimin back down into the nest with a pleased, boxy grin, wordlessly covering him with his body and nuzzling into his neck. While Jimin whispered sweet nothings into the youngest alpha's ear, the rest refocused their attention on Jungkook.

"Now, how did you end up in Y/N's nest?" Jin asked, appearing sterner than he ever was.

Jungkook blushed deeply. "I was an honest accident, hyung. I was just so tired and my feet carried me there. Jimin and Y/N were outside, so I didn't notice until she came back. Besides, it wasn't much of a nest. I usually sleep with more blankets than she had."

Hoseok frowned grumpily. He wondered if you would let him teach you. But it wasn't his most pressing issue in mind.

"What's wrong?" Jin asked, plucking a pouty lip.

Hobi turned to Jungkook once more. "I don't like that your first instinct is to go sleep in the other room." Jungkook opened his mouth to argue but Hobi wouldn't let him. "I know you have a long list of reasons why you do it, but I don't want to hear them. I don't care that you come home at 4 in the morning. You aren't bothering anyone. Do you think Jin and I sleep well knowing you're not here where you belong? I don't care if you come home smelling like the street and other people. I will make you smell like Jungkook again in no time. I'll make you smell like your pack. Unless you don't want your pack anymore. And if you're trying to pull away from us, then that's something we really need to talk about. Just be honest!"

A sad whine came from Jungkook's throat. Neither of them had expected those words to come out, though Hobi had been holding onto them for several weeks, only sharing them with Jin. "Hobi! I never want that. I never want to not be part of this pack. You're my home!" He whimpered, pulling the warm omega on top of him, forcing Yoongi to make way.

"Then act like it," Hobi mumbled into his chest.

"I will. I'll sleep here every night," he replied, holding his love close.

Hoseok smiled. At least that was one worry off the list.

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jpitha · 2 years ago

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Determination

Maybe it's our determination that makes us unique in the universe.

I'm not talking only about having grit, or resolve or even strength of will. I'm talking about the clarity of purpose that we can get sometimes. I mean more how humans can sometimes decide that they're going to do something and they put so much of themselves into completing that goal that it makes even other humans unconsciously take a step back.

The ability or will to throw it all away just to do that one thing. That's the determination that could be unique in the universe.

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When Ellen hit the sand, the thud was loud enough that the people in the first row of the circle winced.

She lay there stunned under the hot twin suns while her opponent - a tall Gren male - stood there making that huffing squeak sound that stood in for their laughter. "Well then? This is the mighty human? Can't even take one round of The Challenge before she's defeated? He turned away from Ellen and faced the crowd. "Behold! a Human! The creators of the so-called 'wonder weapons' can't even take a hit." He huffed laughter again.

Or rather, he mean to laugh again. Instead, he hand his breath knocked out of him by Ellen's shoulder ramming into his side at full speed. The Gren towered over Ellen, but, coming from a lower gravity world, was much less dense than her. She actually outweighed him by a few kilograms. "Don't end the fight until the fight is over, Tam'itar." Ellen wiped her face and spit to the side. It was tinged with red.

Tam'itar got to his feet with a slight wobble, his reverse articulated legs struggling in the higher gravity. Before the fight began, Tam'itar had demanded that they fight under Ellen's native gravitational pull instead of the much lighter gravity of the Gren homeworld. Tam'itar was showing off. He was so sure that he could win that he was willing to give Ellen the advantage.

Ellen, her crew killed and her ship destroyed, had only one goal.

Survival.

This filled her with a clarity of purpose. The next step was easy.

Live.

Do everything, do anything you can to live.

Before Tam'itar was able to get back into his fighting stance, Ellen launched herself at him again. Using her weight and the higher gravity to her advantage, her shoulder was like a sledgehammer into his complicated hip sockets. She heard and felt a sickening crunch as the hip ball snapped off in the socket.

Screaming, Tam'itar fell to the sand, and did not give up.

Panting from the exertion, it was Ellen's turn to stand over her opponent, her head blocking one of the two suns. "Do you yield?"

Tam'itar reached back with his arms to try and push himself back up, but the moment he tried to put weight on his shattered hip, Ellen noticed the skin under his white fur lose coloring. Whimpering, he fell back to the sand.

Gently, she put her foot on the leg that was only tenuously connected to his shattered hip. Ever so slowly, she put more weight on it. "Do. You. Yield?" She asked again, pressing down on his leg.

He gasped. "Yes! Yes! I yield! Don't kill me, please!"

She immediately released her weight from his leg. Without a look back, she walked towards the exit of the arena. She stood at the locked door, oblivious to the shouts of the crowd behind her and waited.

The door opened and two more Gren ran into the arena carrying a stretcher, completely ignoring her and rushing over to tend to Tam'itar. As she stepped into the dark of the room, a voice called out. "Human Ellen, you won The Challenge."

She squinted in the dark, trying to make out the person who spoke to her. "How many more?"

"If you can defeat 5 more champions, you will win your freedom."

She turned her head and spit again. One of her teeth felt loose. "Bring them. I don't want to be stuck on this rock any longer than I have to be."

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dogwithrabies · 2 years ago

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【★】 cws: none! sub!scara, gn reader but described as afab. slight dacryphilia igl

【☆】 the spacing looks kinda wonky augh, anyway! it's my first time actually writing something serious, so enjoy!

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Why does it have to be me?

You mentally curse Aether while taking another step forward. After all the adventures you two shared, he bailed out when Nahida asked him to accompany The Wanderer on his little solo mission. Not only that, but he also suggested your name, something along the lines of “(name) seems to be more fitting for this job than me”. They didn't even give you a notice. The news of your impromptu trip came at the last second, leaving you with only a few hours to prepare, both mentally and physically.

You’re momentarily dragged out of your thoughts as you feel your foot slip, quickly putting your hands forward and catching yourself. It takes you a second to compose yourself and keep on hiking, while your companion just looks at you with an expression of irritation and floats by you.

He insisted on taking a shortcut, cutting right through deep vegetation and saving up time. That is if you can fly. Now, he stands on top of the hill, looking down on you as you stagger to keep up.

Slowly sinking back into your thoughts, you wonder… maybe Aether saw right through your annoyed façade, scowling every time you were faced with Kunikuzushi. Sure, he was rude and sometimes unbearable- but he had such a pretty face. And pretty eyes. And soft lips.

His hair also looked so soft, you wonder how it would feel to run your hand through it, slowly combing it. Maybe even pulling and tugging on it- alas, thinking of him, your thoughts always sway in a different direction.

The wanderer folds his arms over his chest. “This place seems adequate for resting. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve already arrived at the destination. Fragile humans, always needing to rest after even a small effort.” Another not-so-subtle quip aimed at you. You stopped listening as soon as he started listing the other ways you “slowed him down”, focusing on setting up camp instead. You wished he could just shut up. Forever. But his voice sounds so heavenly, if only he wasn’t such a pain in the ass.

Unbeknownst to you, his eyes fall on your back, following your movements.

He can’t help it, really.

He’s always found himself strangely attracted to you. His gaze follows your hands as they pull and tug while setting up the tent, silently wishing they could do the same to him. He still doesn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was relieved when he found out Nahida choose you to accompany him. Even during previous interactions he has always secretly hoped to have your attention on him, throwing insults at you, enjoying every single glare you throw at him.

The thought of liking someone, especially if that someone is you , irks him. He has never needed anyone. Getting close to people (to humans, no less), is just asking to get betrayed again. He has seen it over and over again, relationships falling apart over the stupidest reasons, cheating and lies and whatnot. The aftermath is even more pathetic, fake sympathy when both parties are on “good terms” or the sadness of a heartbreak.

Despite finding himself starting over, leaving his life as The Balladeer behind, old habits die hard.

So he finds himself in an internal conflict between wanting you and hating you. The latter more often.

The sound of the tent opening grabs his attention- “are you coming inside or not?” you say, your head poking outside while holding the zipper down. Sighing, he takes off his hat and sits down next to you, crossed legs and staring off in the distance. He hates how soft your voice sounds when you’re not busy arguing with him. Soft breaths and defeated sighs as you pull the blanket over you both, covering his legs.

Once again, he finds his gaze falling on you, your back is facing him and your chest is heaving up and down as you breathe. He has half a mind to reach out and touch your hair, but he holds back, you’re still awake. Maybe he could wait until you fall asleep to silently satiate his wish, but the fear of getting caught is stronger. So he sinks under the blankets and settles for simply watching you sleep.

The Wanderer stirs awake, breathing softly as his eyes try to focus.

No light filters through the tent, assuming it’s still nighttime, he lays his head back on the pillow, but when trying to roll on his back, he feels his arm catch on something. That’s when he takes notice of the warm sensation of your body against his. And his arm on your waist, holding you tightly. A bit too tightly, you slightly stir in your sleep and can feel you press against him while your back arches.

He feels himself stiffening, a warm sensation down there, taking notice of how his shorts feel too tight and the tent too small. He removes his arm from your hips and tries to pull the other one from under your back, but to his utter dismay you turn, now facing him, luckily still sleeping.

Not so luckily, your arm is draped on his chest and your leg rests in between his, dangerously close to his semi-hard cock.

Sighing in defeat, his free arm on his forehead covering his eyes, he tries to fall asleep once again.

He doesn’t really need to sleep, physically speaking he does not get tired. During his fatui days, he was used to spending weeks awake on missions. It’s more for his sanity, the calm of the night allows him to organize his thoughts while resting his body. And Nahida would nag him to no end if she found out he was, once again, not sleeping in order to finish his work for her faster.

Trying not to focus on how tightly you’re holding him (or how close your leg is to where he wants you the most) holding him hostage against you, he tries distracting himself, hoping his erection dies down with his will to fight your grip.

Being the first one to wake up, quickly taking conscience of your current position, you panic slightly. You’ve never been this close to him, not that he would let you, he had such an aversion for touch, always keeping his distance.

But right now, his visage is relaxed, his usual scowl nowhere in sight, he looks beautiful.

Slowly moving your arm you reach out for his hair, slowly tucking some loose strands behind his ear, just to get a better look at his face. His eyes are closed, with that red eyeliner of his perfectly contouring his eye shape. Your eyes fall lower, his lips, rosy pink and so inviting. Sitting up and removing yourself completely from him, pulling the blanket off yourself, you turn once again.

But you’re not granted the chance to admire him more, his eyes slowly flutter awake, locking on you.

“Morning,” you murmur, voice still a bit raspy.

He doesn’t spare you a single glance, as he sits up, putting his outer layers and hat on and exiting the tent.

Oh wow, his bad attitude starts in the morning? Deciding to pay him no mind, you quickly collect your belongings and put the tent away.

“Do I not deserve a “good morning?” he hears you say sarcastically.

But he’s not listening. His mind is busy replaying the events from last night, and now, your gentle hand as you moved his hair out of his face. He’s thankful he can stand impossibly still, but he wishes he could have seen your face in that moment. What was your expression? Were you looking at him with adoration or simple curiosity toward his mechanical body? So many questions in his mind, he doesn’t even hear your steps as you stand next to him.

“Are you ignoring me?” - he huffs, interrupting you “Do you ever stop talking? It’s early morning and I don’t feel like entertaining your useless chatter.”

Just what’s the deal with him now? He starts walking away from you quickly. It takes a minute to catch up, knowing he’s going to be extra bothersome today.

This time, you are walking on a clear path, one that is actually shown on the map (unlike his shortcut), but that does not mean it’s any safer. On the contrary, the road is full of fungi, which you had to take care of- courtesy of Kunikuzushi, who apparently prefers watching you struggle instead of helping.

Today was going to be a long day.

Hearing the cool drizzling of a nearby river, you both decide to stop for a quick break.

Dropping your bag under a tree you make your way to the riverside, cooling your hands in the water, then splashing some on your face, a relieving break from the heat.

As the splashing stops, you can see the reflection of Kunikuzushi staring back at you.

Quietly whispering “hi” to try and break the tension gets you no answer from him. So you sit in silence for a few minutes before you rise on your feet, facing him, your faces a bit too close for comfort. He was standing awfully close to you, almost banging your head on the edge of his hat, he still doesn’t say a word.

“what’s deal with you today?” your tone sounding a bit irritated. You could put up with the banter, that was the norm between you two, silence just sounds wrong.

He turns on his feet, trying to put distance between you, but you quickly grab his hand stopping him from leaving. Now he’s angry, “let me go.” he spat, trying to remove himself from your grip.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I said let me go!” He uses his other hand to try and free himself, sometimes you forget he’s not human, but his strong grip instantly reminds you. You’re sure that’s gonna leave a mark.

He yanks your arm with an unexpected amount of strength and you lose your balance, toppling forward into his chest, taking the both of you for a fall on the ground.

Flinching as you land on top of him, you look up at him and now he looks pissed. His hands hitch towards you, but you’re faster, pinning them at his sides.

“Get. Off. Me.” he growls.

“Just answer me first,” huffing and still holding his arms down. You’re sitting in between his legs, looking at him from above, his hair disheveled and his cheeks such a cute shade of red. He could free himself from your grip at any moment, but for some reason, he’s choosing to put up a false scenario of struggling to move your arms. He stills when he notices how intensely your eyes are boring through him, he feels himself shrinking under you.

“where did all the bark in you go? giving up already?” you taunt. you just had to ruin the moment. Slowly closing the gap between your bodies, you stare at him more intently, and he swears he saw your eyes flickering between his and his lips. You remove one hand from his arm and repeat the same motion as this morning, moving his hair out of his eyes and sliding them behind his ears.

He’s so beautiful even when he’s angry, you conclude.

But by his reaction, you guess you said that out loud too. He uses his, now free, arm to grab you by the collar of your shirt and drag you closer to his face, your chests now pressed together. He slams your faces together in an attempt to kiss you, it’s messy and it’s inexperienced, teeth clanking together and all. It’s cute.

Pulling away almost instantly you glare at him, “Is this why you’ve been so pissy all morning? You just wanted a kiss?” shifting from the current position to straddling his hips.

“No, that’s not it.” you say as you feel something poking your thigh, his face a darker shade of red, “you want more.”

He moves his hips, trying to get away from the pressure but accidentally ends up brushing his hard-on further on your thigh. “That’s not true.” he winces at his own tone, it sounded winded and not as angry as he wanted.

“Liar.” your hand slides down the side of his face, now gripping his chin forcing him to keep eye contact. “At least your body is honest.” you taunt with newfound confidence. “But if that’s what you reaaally want-” “No!” he interrupts you, stopping your movements before you could even begin lifting yourself off him. “No? so you do want me.”

He looks away again, too ashamed to keep eye contact with you. “Who would’ve known, this bratty personality of yours was just you being a whore all this time.” “N-no, I’m not…!” whatever fight he had left in him disappeared as you slowly grind your hips on his erection.

You lean forward “Just say it. Say it and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Need I remind you… y-you’re the one grinding on me like a whore?” he tries to regain some decency.

“How cute. ” you cut in before he can get another word in and reconnect your lips together, gentler this time. He instantly melts into it, his hand sneaking in your hair to push your faces together even further. He whimpers in the kiss when he feels you pressing harder on his dick. Oh, he was so cute to play with, you couldn’t wait to ruin him.

Moving your hand from his face, you drag your nails on his chest, making him gasp, taking advantage of that to shove your tongue in his mouth. He licks the inside of your mouth with a tinge of desperation, his fingers pushing your head harder. Biting his lips, you break away from the kiss, panting, and a trail of saliva connecting your mouths.

“Swallow.” you say, holding his mouth open as a glob of saliva rolls off your tongue and into his.

He winces slightly but does as you say. “Good boy,” and he prays you don’t feel him twitching in his pants at the nickname. But you do, and meet his gaze with a knowing smirk.

He feels your weight pulling off from him, a look of panic in his eyes thinking you were going to leave him there, but suddenly he feels himself getting dragged up and onto your lap.

Now above you, he feels a bit of control, but that’s short-lived, the moment he feels your lips on his neck he turns into putty in your hands. Biting and licking, leaving marks that he can’t cover. Your hands slide slower, on his sides and pulling on his bow until it comes undone. You give one harsh bite and he moans, his face now nuzzled between your neck and shoulder, trying to mask his noises. Cute.

With the bow now off, you have more access to his sides, dragging your hands on his skin-tight body suit. Your touch sends shivers down his sides, the body suit doing little to nothing to numb your touch, it’s like he’s not wearing anything.

Interrupting the assault on his neck, you look in between your bodies, at his shorts. There’s a little wet spot forming at the tip, and you can see it twitching. “Can I?” you ask, pulling him from his hair to make him look at you in the eyes. He nods quickly and fails to cover the moan that escapes him as you cup his bulge. He is uncharacteristically warm all over, but especially down there.

Tugging at the sides of his shorts, he gets the memo and lifts himself up, just enough for you to slide them mid-tight. As you pull his body suit to the side, freeing his erection, he is suddenly very aware of the fact that you are, in fact, still outside, just a few meters away from the main path.

But that thought quickly gets pushed to the back of his mind as he feels your hands on him. He shivers, your gentle fingers go over his slit, gathering pre cum and sliding it all over his shaft.

His arms drape around your neck as he hides his face on you again, slowly and not so subtly taking in your smell. He is so sensitive , feeling every movement of your soft hand as you slowly jerk him off.

“F-fuck, move faster,” he speaks, muffled and hushed near your ear.

“What’s the magic word?” you continue, agonizingly slow.

Really? You’re pulling this on him now?

“...Please?” he says, even more hushed now.

Satisfied for now, you speed up your movements, alternating between sliding your tight fist over his shaft to rubbing his tip. You hear him moaning and whimpering, all muffled by your shoulder. That simply won’t do.

Your hand comes off him, pushing his back to the ground. He looks at you confused, already missing your touch on him. But then you pull his shorts completely off, spreading his legs enough for you to shimmer in between them. Pushing himself up, he looks down at you. You grab his hands and slowly move them to your head.

Grabbing his legs and dragging him closer to you, you leave a trail of kisses along his tight, stopping to leave a few bites and sucking to leave a mark before moving on to the other one. Everywhere your mouth goes it's followed by a series of dark bruises and bite marks.

He shudders as you place one kiss on his tip, before licking the precum that’s leaking out. The grip on your head tightens as your tongue darts out giving small kitten licks.

Fed up by the teasing, he pushes you forward, managing to sink in half his length before you gag. You try to push back, but his grip holds you in place. You stare at him, angry eyes meeting his. Looking down at you, he smirks before pushing your head further, your nose touching his pelvis, effectively burying himself to the hilt.

His chest heaving heavily, your warm mouth engulfs him fully, and before he’s prepared he feels your mouth bobbing up and down his length, tongue swirling and licking a prominent vein on his cock.

“F-fuck, that’s good…” he moans, unable to muffle it as both his hands are busy on your head.

His stomach churls, watching as you work hard to get him off. He jolts when he feels you pinch the inside of his thigh, twitching in your mouth as he feels his climax approaching.

“ ‘m close…” he musters out in between moans, his grip tightening on your hair. His hips move forward, slowly at first, but he speeds up, now actively fucking your throat.

He doesn’t even notice you stopped moving your head, letting him use your mouth however he pleases.

“I’m gonna-... hah! F-fuck I’m gonna cum”, his moans are now just a series of hushed “ah’s” making your heart flutter. He’s so cute when he’s desperate.

You have half a mind to edge him and make him fight for his release, but you want to see him cum. You want to see how his face crunches in pleasure. You want to be the reason he finds himself breathless.

He thrusts in you one last time before releasing, thighs clenching around your head. Warm spurts of cum shoot down your throat as you struggle to swallow it all. He holds your head in place, no intent of letting go until he feels his body go limp.

He falls with his back laying on the ground with a soft thud. Taking your mouth off his softening cock you climb on top of his body, Kissing him, he grimaces at the bitter taste of his own release. Your hands still roaming his body, one pinching his nipples through the body suit while the other reaches down in between his legs.

“ hah… mh! wait, I just finished-” he whimpers while closing his legs on your hand.

“Who said I was done with you? I haven’t gotten my fill yet.” you free your hand, getting up and rucking your pants down, and you take off your underwear too.

Kunikuzushi’s eyes immediately fall down, staring at your leaking cunt. He wants it in his mouth. He wants to be inside you, he feels his cock twitch as it starts to harden once again.

You straddle his hips, this time, sitting on his dick, slowly grinding your core on it. His hands grab your waist, dragging you closer to himself, his face looks so soft, his lips so biteable. You kiss him once again, caressing one side of his face. His fingers dig into your hips with need, you can feel him now fully hard against your thigh.

He lets out a small gasp as you grab him in your palm, aligning him with your hole.

“w-wait…” he gets cut off as you slowly sink on him. His head falls back as he lets out a guttural moan, you feel heavenly. Your insides are warm and your walls flutter around him, sending shivers down his spine.

His face is crunched up, not in pain… he just looks like he’s concentrating really hard, with fingers still gripping your sides, he looks at you with lidded eyes.

Locking eyes with him, your hips move forward. It’s the smallest movement, but it sends his head spinning in pleasure, biting his lips and trying to hold back his moans. It’s when you start bouncing on him with a rhythm that he totally loses control. Moaning with no shame, his hands now have a messy grip on whatever they can hold of you.

He looks like a mess, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead, his eyes are unfocused and there’s a bit of drool on the side of his mouth. Your hand slowly moves to his neck, you’re aware he doesn’t need to breathe, but squeezing his throat gets a reaction out of him anyway.

“That’s right… only I can make you feel like this,” he moans, interrupting you. “Only I can make you feel this good. Got that?”, he nods, his eyes closed shut.

Leaning down to leave more marks on his neck, you hear him whimpering right in your ears. It only spurs you on, riding him faster while he squirms and writes under you.

He doesn’t speak this time, but you can tell he’s already close. You are too, his cute little noises only fueling the fire in the pit of your stomach.

Biting on his neck, he gasps, back arching off the ground while he holds you tighter than ever. You look at how his expression changes, eyes closed with tears prickling at the sides, and then you feel him twitch and a warm sensation flood your insides. It takes him a moment, his arms slide down your sides while he catches his breath. But the moment is short-lived, you start riding him again, his eyes shoot open as he grabs you trying to stop you.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him, shoving two fingers in it. “Suck.” It’s an order, he swirls his tongue around them while sucking. He’s still so sensitive, having just finished. “mhhfm! I- ah- I can’t-” he tries speaking, but you shush him shoving your fingers in deeper making him gag.

Now tears are actively streaming down his face. God, he looks so ruined. Marks all over his neck and thighs, his body suit can partially cover some of them but the rest will be visible. He will be walking around Sumeru and everyone will know that he is yours. Only you can see him like this, only you can fuck him till he cries.

You slam harder on his cock, feeling his come from his previous orgasm leak down his shaft and onto his thighs. The noises coming from the both of you are obscene. Anyone passing by could hear you, the thought makes you clench on him. Feeling your orgasm approaching, you take your fingers out of his mouth and trap him in a kiss.

Your walls tighten around him, and moaning in his mouth you reach your climax.

Still breathing heavily, you grab his face turning it towards you, tears are still sliding down his face. You place a kiss on the corner of his eye, licking one tear away.

“You… made me swallow your spit,” he says between pants, after a minute of silence. His mind is no longer foggy, he cringes at how high his voice got when he was moaning just a few minutes ago.

“And you enjoyed it,” you say while pushing yourself up, you let his limp cock slip out of you. Leaving his lap to reach for your clothes, you can feel him boring holes in your back.

Does he want to say something…? You offer him a hand to pull him up, which he silently grabs. Pulling his shorts up and helping him redress, he looks at you with rosy cheeks and a slight pout. There are so many thoughts swirling in his head. What was it you said about him being yours…? Did you mean it? It irritated him how you seemed to move on so quickly after fucking his literal brains out.

“You know,” you begin talking, “you are much more submissive than I thought-”

“Fuck off! It’s all your fault. You make me feel all weird all the time.” he snaps back.

“Oh? Don’t tell me I'm giving you butterflies-” he slaps his hand on your mouth, “shut it.”

“and quit licking my hand it’s not gonna make me let go.”

He hears you mumble something and removes his hand. “Okay, okay. I’m not gonna make fun of you. But just so you know, I don’t do one night stands, you’re stuck with me now” You grab his face and drag it closer to you, and when he doesn’t fight back you bring your lips together once again. This one is soft, no longer spurred on by lust and need. When you break the kiss he looks at you with something akin to adoration in his eyes.

“you’re so cute. cute. cute. cute.” you repeat while peppering his whole face with kisses. He groans but lets you do as you please, a defeated look in his eyes as he hears you giggle while kissing him one final time on the lips.

While you keep nuzzling his neck, he looks up at the sky taking notice of how the sun has begun setting, sighing. He guesses Nahida will just have to wait more for her mission to get completed. But at least he has you now to keep him company.

Nahida would be happy to know he’s finally making connections with humans.

#scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin smut #sub scaramouche #sub!scaramouche #dog writes

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coffeexafterxmidnight · 2 years ago

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The Token Human - Part 2

Got a much more enthusiastic response to that last part than I expected. I even got some great comments! Holy crap! So uh, yeah, here's part 2.

Part 1 Set a bit after the events of part 1 CW: Body Horror, chasing/running, memory alteration, Wally is Creepy and maybe a bit obsessed...?

No crickets. No night birds. No background hum of modern technology. No moon.

Curiosity was dangerous, but this went beyond curiosity. This was an obsession now.

I've forgotten something. What have I forgotten?

You didn't know. You couldn't remember anything about it. All you could remember was…

It seemed so absurd you could have laughed, if that wouldn't have broken the utter stillness of the night.

All you could remember was Wally Darling wasn't your friend.

But that was absurd. Absolutely nuts. A crazy shake with crazy sprinkles on top. Wally had been nothing but kind to you since you arrived at Home. He helped you get comfortable in this place that wasn't exactly meant for you in any way. "Not yet at least," he said.

You looked over your shoulder into the darkness, and not even the wind greeted you.

But you couldn't shake it. That single sentence that turned everything upside down.

Wally Darling wasn't your friend.

Standing in the dark, shivering and not from any cold weather, you wondered… if that were true, how long had it been true?

Someone said your name.

The hair on your arms stood up.

Someone said it again, a singsong call from deep within the darkness.

Not just someone. Not just any old person.

Wally.

Nausea rushed through you. A strange, deep dread filled you, like it came from within your bones. You covered your mouth, like it would muffle your breathing, silence any noises that could reveal you.

And he called your name again. Dragging the sound out, causing it to echo through your little town.

"What are you doing awake right now? It's nighttime. You should be in bed."

You wrapped your arms around yourself, tight as you could.

"It's not good to be up in the middle of the night."

His voice was right next to your ear.

"Don't you know what's in the dark?"

You ran. Without a sound you ran, fast as you could. Behind you, Wally laughed, ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. You didn't look back. You didn't want to find out what might happen if you did.

You had a feeling you already knew what would happen. You just didn't remember it right now.

None of the houses here were a sanctuary to you. The last thing you wanted was to pull one of the others, so innocent and trusting, into your mess. But it seemed like the more you ran, the less you saw. Where was Poppy's house? Where was Howdy's store? Where was the post office? There was nothing around you but the path, stretching long into the darkness…

And Home.

No matter where you ran, you were never, ever, far from Wally's Home. It was always there, in the corner of your vision. Watching you. Smiling at you.

Wally's Home seemed to like you as much as Wally did. He told you that once.

There were a lot of ways to like someone. You were starting to think Wally and his Home didn't like you the way the others did. If he really liked you at all.

Again, he called your name, called to you like he was singing a song. He said your name over and over, almost like he was tasting it, enjoying it.

"Where are you going, neighbor?" He called. "It's too late for a game. We need to go to bed. You can stay at my place tonight. I don't mind. I like your company. I think, spending the night with you again would be the absolute most."

Your legs threatened to give out, shaking under you. Your lungs burned. How long had you been running? How long could you run? How long had it been since you ventured out into the night?

Wait, why were you outside at night in the first place? What was the purpose of this? How was this going to help figure out what's going on around Home?

… You don't remember.

Oh, god, you can't remember.

Was this… was this even your idea?

Your legs gave out.

You laid on the grass, struggling to catch your breath. Your legs, they hurt, burned and ached with pain. Tears stung your eyes. You swallowed down a sob.

I can't give up, you thought. I won't let him win. I won't let him get me.

You stretched out your hand. If you couldn't run, you decided, you'd crawl.

A well polished shoe stepped down on your hand. You cried out in pain, your vision jerked up-

He was taller. So much taller. So tall his face was in shadows of his own making. But his eyes, you could see them. And he could see you.

"Be quiet," Wally said. "You'll wake up all of our friends, and what will we do then? Silly neighbor."

A tear forced its way down your cheeks.

"Wally," you said. "Wally, please-"

He tilted his head to one side, slow and deliberate.

"You know you can't run away," he said. "I'll find you. I'll find you no matter where you go. That's why, I let you out tonight. So you can remember where your Home is. With us. With me. Okay?"

"Please," you begged.

"Don't be scared."

He knelt down, and the closer he got, the more of him you could see. His face, his eyes, his intense, hungry eyes.

"Didn't I tell you? I'll take good care of you."

He smiled. The felt mouth stretched wider, wider, until the fabric gave way to something black and oozing. He smiled and the black dripped down onto the grass, onto your hand. He smiled and his mouth was full of perfect white human teeth, and none of them moved when he spoke.

"Good night, puppet," he said.

You squinted in the light that streamed through the window. Morning already?

From another room, Wally called your name. You rubbed the heavy crust from your eyes and stood up. Stretching best you can, you turned towards the door, where Wally waited and watched.

"Good morning!" He said.

"Good morning," you said, stretching your arms over your head. "What happened?"

He looked at you in that special way of his. "Did you forget again? Silly, silly. You had so much fun yesterday you fell asleep on my couch when I was talking to Julie and Frank. Barnaby helped move you in here. Did you sleep okay?"

You blinked. That seemed right. You could definitely remember being so tired after all those games…

"Yeah, I slept great!" You smiled. "But no more tag for me for a while. I'm really sore."

He laughed. You looked around. Where were your shoes?

"I'm thinking I'll go to Howdy's place to pick up some stuff for breakfast," you said. "Would you like to come with me?"

"Sure," Wally said. "I know you hate to be alone."

As Wally turned around, you found your shoes, left neatly by your bedside and not where you thought they'd be. Frank's doing, you thought.

You reached for one, then stopped. What was that on your hand? It looked black…

Wally called your name, his Home creaking in response. Rubbing the dried off black stuff on your jeans, you put your extra dirty shoes on - tag was so messy! - and headed towards the front door.

#welcome home #welcome home puppet show #welcome home fandom #welcome home fanfic #welcome home wally #wally darling #yandere wally darling #welcome home x reader #reader pov #gender neutral reader #welcome home arg

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 years ago

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Yandere Overlord | A Little Crush

“Oh, my–who is this?”

You had been allowed to sit in on the meeting with Ainz, reading his hidden plea that you actually help him understand some of this. Of course under the guise of learning the guardians pay no mind in fact their barely able to contain their excitement to see both you and Ainz.

“That is the insolent emperor of the Vassal country of Baharuth Empire–”

Albedo continued to spew insults but you couldn’t help the heat that spread all over when you looked at his purple-pink irises. You put the picture down before your typical smile could change too much instead using your abilities to inform, Ainz as you promised.

‘Scared him into submission? I don’t remember doing anything but making peace before…’

‘Demiurge is specifically thinking about your appearance at the match…apparently, he was trying to meet with the Slane theocracy but your showing up immediately scared him into submission. Wow! Good job, Ainz!’

‘No good job! I didn’t even know that was happening!”

‘Sure. Sure.’

The meeting continued, which ensured a constant struggle as you tried not to look at the image they had crafted. When it ended you fought with yourself not to take the image instead opting to use your power to photocopy the image onto paper later…or maybe a body pillow.

“Jircniv huh? What a cutie!”

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You didn’t have Ainz’s emotional regulator…that much was clear. Yet in the beginning, your true emotions illuded the guardians of Nazarick. But after many months of observation and talking with you they picked up on the subtle signs. Like today the heat emanating from your body, the way you crossed your legs, the bite of your lip to restrict the larger smile–it was all too clear.

“FOR A CRETIN LIKE THAT NO LESS!?” Albedo smashed the table.

Demiurge rose, fighting the urge to angrily thrash his tail about.

“Calm yourself Albedo…this could just be mere interest. (Y/n)-sama has expressed a growing interest in politics…we shouldn’t be so quick to judge!”

“B-but they n-never looked at anyone else like that!” Mare spoke sharing worried eye contact with his sister who returned the favor.

“At this rate…they’ll like them more than us!”

A pregnant silence hung over the room; each of the floor guardians imagining horrifying images of you leaving them for a mere human. Some were of you on the emperor’s arm in wedding garments, others had you sharing a milkshake and feeding the emperor, and another had you promising to run away with the dreaded emperor. Fear and horror enveloped all in the room bringing them to their knees as they reeled in pain. Amidst this Cocyutus took a stand, prepared to bring these worries to light.

“I say…we bring our concerns to Ainz-sama!”

“YES!” “Y-yeah!” “I agree.”

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It doesn’t take long for Ainz to see this behavior himself. Hearing your telepathic giggles when you open the same page in the book you’ve been reading for a month is enough confirmation for him. And like always he is the one left to make the hard-hitting decision.

“AINZ-SAMA I suggest I personally help quell their sexual needs!”

“I’m more equipped to take care of them, ariska. ”

“Are you kidding, Mare and me cuddle with them all the time! Maybe you should make them do more with us!”

“Y-yeah!”

“Perhaps they simply wish to explore its healthy for youngins to—”

“Shut up Cocuyutus!” “Grrrr!” “Quiet Cocyutus, ariska!”

And while he agrees you’re boredom is probably a good indicator it’s also because you’re you. He’s sure if he knew you in his old world or even in his guild this would have been normal. As your technical guardian, he shouldn’t really interfere…but even he can’t help but be annoyed with the telepathic squeals you keep making. So maybe on a whim, he’ll make a judgment call.

“A trip to the Vassal state?”

“Yes, it's important that you publicly integrate yourself with the Sorcerer Kingdom.”

‘Do you want to?’

“I’m especially grateful!! I’ll take my mission with pride!”

‘Yes!!! Thanks, Ainz!’

Your telepathic voice warms his nonexistent heart and he sends you away with Aura and Mare. He hopes their presence will deter any acting out on the Emperor’s end and as a deterrent from you possibly…deepening relations. At the guardian's insistence, Ainz sets up a magic glass to watch you from. So with great anticipation, they all watch as you pull away in your carriage pulled by the undead as you make your way to the Baharath Empire.

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“Oh, Aura Mare now that we’re practically here I’ve suddenly become so nervous!”

You nervously mused playing with your headdress and veil resting on your lap. You could see through the carriage with your power easily; watching the people of the Baharuth Empire look on in astonishment. But your nervousness wasn’t about meeting people at least not entirely, you were going to meet the man who plagued your imagination with his face for the last month.

“U-uhm (Y-Y/n)-sama why are y-you so nervous! You’re the most amazing Supreme being next to Ainz-sama s-so y-you should be c-confident.”

Mare peeped out, blushing as he complimented you. You gave him a loving smile patting your gloved hand on the tip of his clenched fists causing him to release.

“Thank you Mare, for reminding me! It’s just I’m more nervous about meeting one particular person.”

“Oh? Who is this particular person? Have they done something that we should punish them for?”

Aura probed leaning close to you as if on the verge of discovery. While Aura understood good and well that the Emperor was the cause of this she couldn’t place how; or why the guardians were so averse to it. She guessed it was similar to the way Albedo felt about Ainz but you didn’t do anything as she does so she was stumped…how could a weak human have anything against a Supreme Being like you?

You giggled, “Oh Aura, you’re so cute! I’ll tell you when you’re older!”

She blushed at your statement hiding her face against the corner of the carriage as she mulled against her shaken resolve. She just couldn’t help but crumble when your attention was solely focused on her like that. In a way, she related to big sis Albedo a bit.

With your Sorcerer headdress resembling Ainz and a dark veil covering your face you stepped out of your carriage with Yuri lending you a hand out of the carriage with a bow of respect.

“Presenting (Y/n)-sama, the flower of the Sorcer Kingdom!”

The people guffawed as you traveled up the stairs of the Emperor’s palace, many whispering words of awe as you made your way up the steps. Thankfully the people were so focused on you that they failed to notice the twins who so easily killed a great mass of people before their vassal status.

The guide into the palace was one of his personal guard, fighting the tremble in his voice as he recognized Aura and Mare. Passing by various staff and soldiers you drew their attention easily many dropping weapons or papers as they watched you for as long as they would be let. Past a set of golden double doors you finally laid eyes upon the deeply bowing emperor.

“Jircniv Rune Farlord El-Nix, at your service.”

It was a demeaning bow for someone called the “bloody emperor” and you couldn’t help feeling pity. Already knowing what you wished Yuri cleared her throat and demanded that his personal guard and any remaining staff clear the room. She even sent a look towards the twins who pouted until you turn to them with a pleading tilt of your head. Sulking they excused themselves finally leaving you and Jircniv, with the exception of Yuri, all alone.

Worldlessly she bowed towards you once more before raising your veil, you smile when shock overtakes his face.

“Its a pleasure to meet you Jircniv! I hope you can show me the best Baharuth Empire has to offer.”

“Of course my liege!”

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When Jircniv had been informed of a visit from Nazarick he near crapped himself in fear that it be in reprimand to his attempt to betray...but when he heard that the “Flower of Nazarick”was in attendance he relaxed…a little. This probably was the final nail in the coffin for him, pulling at his hair and cursing his hubris he ordered the best for your arrival. Even as you arrived with those dreaded dark elves as guards he was sure you would be the one to rip out his heart.

To that, he was right. The lifting of your veil was the fist, tightly grasping his heart as it slowly revealed your face to him. The pulling was the ethereal gleam of your smile and voice. In complete juxtaposition from Ainz Ooal Gown you glowed with a heartwrenching presence that had him practically becoming a puddle on the floor. If he were a lesser man he would have been far to floored to look away to bow even harder than before but he was an emperor for blood’s sake.

Immediately he rearranged the whole plan for the day, changing seating arrangements that would have put space between you two to eliminating them entirely. Offering his hand to you when there was so much of a change in tiles. Even when maid with the gauntlets threatened to kill him for overstepping he remained steadfeast. All his fear had dissipated the moment you revealed your face, he wondered if it was some sort of sorcery that made him so infatuated. If it was, he doubted he’d ever wanted it removed. Even when your veil dropped over your face again and he felt misery take hold of his being once more–he still didn’t want to be relieved of this joy. Watching you feast on the various delicacies as they disappeared behind your veil overtook him with a feeling of pride.

Hearing the relayed words of joy as you experienced the different activities and festivals he had prepared in your honor. Had him swooning all the more, completely nulling the deathly glares from the elves that had so easily lay waste to his army.

“Ahem (Y/n)-sama would like to thank you for the griffin egg, tch, they say they will be thinking of you when they raise it.”

“I’m honored, my highness!”

Hardly able to hold back his tears when you must retire he takes a bold step that leaves all your guardians itching to pulverize him. A kiss against your gloved hand before you dismiss yourself for the night is all it is.

“Good night, oh luscious flower of Nazarick! I’ll be counting the seconds until I may see you again!”

In the comfort of your room with Aura and Mare sitting on the grand bed you received they watch as you float about as you scream into the various pillows.

“Keeee he actually said that to me! OhmigoshOhmigoshOhmigosh! Can you believe he said that to me!? Hehehe!”

So enveloped in your joy you fail to register the dark shadows that have cast over Aura’s and Mare’s faces.

“Yeah…it sure is great…”

“Isn’t it? Who’d think he’d be so sweet! Especially on the first day, too! Weeee, its just like those romance fanfics–”

“U-uhm (Y/n)-sama? C-can y-you tell me how g-good I was today!? I followed Ainz-sama’s and your orders and I didn’t hurt any humans!

Mare’s outburst had Aura incredulously looking at her twin. Especially because she knew well and good how many times her twin opened the ground to swallow the humans following after your entourage. But she watched as your floated back down to the bed pulling Mare into your chest as you pet his head, she hurriedly crawled to your other side.

“M-me too! Do me too (Y/n)-sama!”

“Okay okay you two get over here!”

Miles away in the safety of Nazarick the other guardians watched as the glass ball they had been watching from received a crack.

They weren’t the only ones who were regretting letting you leave.

On a completely personal level...

This man just sends me...

I wanna bite so bad I don't know why! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 3 years ago

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There For You

Summary: When Dabi gets sick at your place, he lets a couple of his walls come down, but there’s a thin line of how close he’s willing to let you get to him.

Genre: angst, pining, established relationship

CW: cursing, mentions of the flu/sickness, suggestive

Word Count: 2,860

"You're still burning up, but it's less than yesterday," you sigh heavily, hand pressed to the man's forehead as he huffs and brushes away your arm.

"I run hot; it's nothing," Dabi dismisses, sweat making his dark hair stick to his skin, his shirt and pants long since discarded in an attempt to keep cool. "Besides, I'm fucking shivering. I'm not worried about overheating," he mumbles, and you shake your head at him, already planning on getting another blanket from the living room.

"Shivering is part of the fever, Dabi. You know that. You probably didn't do yourself any favors by taking that hot bath last night," you scold gently. He huffs again but doesn't argue further, pretty blue eyes fluttering shut.

You'd never admit it, but you were glad he was here like this. You'd known he wasn't himself when he'd shown up unannounced two days ago. He'd been fidgety and clearly exhausted as he curled up around you, but it wasn't until you woke up to the man draped over you, drenched in sweat and hotter than any human should be, that you realized how sick he was.

He'd protested when you'd woke him up in a panic, insisting he needed to let you get him medicine, insisted that he was fine. That is until his legs gave out at the doorway of your bedroom, and he'd dropped to his knees and admitted maybe he should stay.

Since then, it had been a cycle of medicines, showers, sleep, and food. If it had been up to Dabi, he'd have just slept the entire time, insisting he could handle his fever, even when he started to worry you.

The second night had been the hardest, when his body had started to reject anything he'd put in it, and you'd both spent the night hours sleeping in the bathroom- him in a nest of blankets on the floor and you in the bathtub. You'd been awake more than he had that night, ensuring he was still breathing and his temperature hadn't risen every few hours.

He'd started to refuse food, and it had taken everything in you not to sit on him and shove it down his throat, choosing to bargain with the sick man instead. Eventually, he'd accept saltines and nothing else, which had been enough for you.

You could remember clearly when the delirium had set in that night. Those tired blue eyes trained on you as he sat against the bathroom wall, sweat dripping down his face as he pressed a blanket further around himself.

"You're beautiful," he'd murmured sleepily, and you dragged your weary gaze to his. "I mean it. Can't believe you let me stay here. Let alone fuck your brains out regularly. Could be bagging pro-heroes with that face."

You'd just rolled your eyes and ignored his rambling for the next forty minutes until sleep thinned your patience, and you leaned over the edge of the tub to press a finger against his mouth, effectively shutting him up so the both of you could sleep.

"Hey. Don't look so worried." Dabi's voice drew you back to the present, where you stood with a bottle of ibuprofen, meaning to check when he could take another dose. "I'm not dying more than usual."

You glared at him at his words, and he shot you a knowing grin. "Glad you feel good enough to make those kinds of jokes," you muttered, setting the bottle back down on the table next to your bed. "Think you're up for a shower while I make you soup?" you pressed, and he paused for a moment before giving a slight nod, groaning as he sat up.

"You just love to get me naked," he taunted, shooting you a grin- although it showed just how tired he was, it still made your heart flutter. You paused in the doorway to turn and give him a sweet smile as you spoke.

"Dabi, baby, with all due respect, you stink," you informed him with a wrinkle of your nose, laughing softly when he flipped you off in response.

The past few days had been a blur of microwaved meals and crackers, and it suddenly dawned on you just how little you'd actually eaten. You hesitated as you looked through your fridge for something quick, your gaze landing on the chicken you'd meant to eat two nights ago. You sighed, pulling out the Tupperware container to throw it out as you pushed aside condiments to find other food that would soon spoil.

You straightened suddenly as you pushed aside onions, hot sauce, and soy sauce, reminded of a soup recipe from your childhood. Mentally you ran through the ingredients, checking them off as you found them in your fridge and cupboards, gathering them onto your counter.

Biting your lip, you glanced at the time, warring with yourself on whether you would be able to make it before Dabi inevitably reappeared. Your decision was made when you thought about all the money you'd be wasting if you didn't use some of your produce in your fridge soon.

You got to work quickly, chopping vegetables as you let water and broth boil on the stove, adding herbs and sauces. You lost track of time as you cooked, humming quietly to yourself, and jumped when a pair of warm hands landed on your hips.

"Sorry I took so long. What're you doing?" Dabi rasped quizzically, water dripping from his hair onto his shirt as he released you, puzzled when he watched you turn off the stove and grab a bowl.

"I made soup," you shrugged, watching from the corner of your eye when he peered into the pot, eyes widening.

"You made this?" he repeated, watching as you filled a bowl and handed it to him. He eyed the bowl suspiciously, and you stifled a laugh, giving him a spoon and gently pushing him to your small dining room table.

"It's not a big deal, Dabi. I had the ingredients and figured we both could use a break from canned soup and microwaved meals," you joked, grabbing yourself a bowl.

He said nothing, and you watched nervously as he stirred his spoon around the bowl for a moment before hesitantly taking a bite. His eyes widened as he groaned, mumbling under his breath.

"Holy fuck," he dug in quickly, and you smiled softly, shaking your head as you ate in the kitchen, cleaning your mess as you went. You gave him a gentle smile when he returned to the kitchen with an empty bowl, sheepishly gesturing to the pot.

You nodded, returning to cleaning as he poured himself a second helping, hiding your smile. It wasn't often you could surprise Dabi, even less often that he was so at ease, and you couldn't help the way it made you feel when it happened. He paused before he left, tugging you in by your hip so he could press a lingering kiss against your forehead before releasing you and returning to his spot.

Minutes passed as you finished wiping down the counter, and Dabi spoke up quietly, halfway through his second bowl. "You didn't need to put in so much work for me."

You laughed softly, wiping your hands on a towel before you turned to speak to him, walking around to his side of the table.

"I just figured it had been a while since someone made you a home-cooked meal," you murmured quietly, bending down to press your lips to his forehead. The action was intended to allow you to discreetly feel his temperature, but all you could feel was how he stiffened at your words.

A heavy silence suddenly settled between the two of you, and you pulled back quickly as he sat silently. You can tell you messed up, revealed too much, and struck a nerve all at once.

You move back to the sink, busying yourself with cleaning the dishes as you sneak a couple glances at him. He's staring down at the bowl, shoulders tight and his gaze unreadable, stormy as he thinks.

You want nothing more than to apologize for your careless words, to smooth away the angry wrinkle between his brows, but you don't. It wouldn't help. You'd learned early on that there were things you couldn't fix.

You're all too aware that loving Dabi sometimes means letting him hurt.

Not that you'd never tell him that's what you felt for him.

Love.

A stupid, four-letter word that had enough power to send him far from your arms if you slipped up and said it.

Because for Touya, love was the worst mistake of all. It meant he had to reveal the softest, most breakable parts of himself. It meant he had to care about something in his life that wasn't just revenge. And that simply wasn't something he was interested in, despite all the nights spent in your arms, in your bed.

You shake yourself, realizing you'd been scrubbing the same spoon for a ridiculously long time, and sigh, dropping your head for a moment. You look back at Dabi to see him watching you, his expression guarded as he takes another bite.

"I'm gonna head to bed," you murmured, ignoring the surprised look he shoots you.

You can't bring yourself to look at him, brushing past him instead to hurry down the hallway to your bedroom. Guilt and hurt gnawed at you as you changed into pajamas, and you hesitated before slipping his old T-shirt over your head. At this point, you wouldn't be surprised if he was gone before you woke up. At the very least, you'd get to keep a piece of him this time.

You ignore him when he comes into your room, eyeing you cautiously as you give him space. So you're surprised when he crowds you in the bathroom as you're drying your face, hands winding around your waist as he hooks a chin over your shoulder.

"You look good in my shirt," he rumbled, eyes avoiding yours when you looked at him in the mirror's reflection. His hands slip under your shirt to spread over your stomach, his pinky brushing along the underside of your breast, and you can't help the way you lean into it, sighing softly. He presses a kiss behind your ear, and then another one lower, and another, trailing a path down your neck.

"Dabi, baby, wait," you protest weakly, eyes squeezed shut as you try to focus with the way his lips latch onto the sweet spot on your throat, sucking a dark bruise onto it.

"Wanna thank you properly," he dismisses, spinning you around to face him. He doesn't give you a second to think before his hands grip the back of your thighs and lift you to wrap around his hips.

His lips are back on your skin as he walks, but you don't miss how he's breathing harder than usual or how his hands are shaking after he sets you down on the bed.

His movements are rushed as he settles between your legs, and it's only when he sits back to grip the waistband of your pajama shorts that you get a clear look at his face.

"Dabi, stop." you rush, hands grabbing his wrists as he freezes, pain-filled eyes rushing to meet yours. "I'm not fucking you. Not while you're clearly still sick," you soothe, expecting relief to flood the man's face.

"I don't understand," his tone is suddenly cold and detached as he sits back on his heels, hands curled into fists against his thighs.

You struggle to sit up at his words, your brows drawn down in confusion. "Don't understand what?" you press, reaching for his hand. He shifts out of your reach subtly, but his message is clear, sending a pang of hurt through you that you try to swallow down.

"In the kitchen, I thought you were upset because I didn't thank you right. I thought-" Dabi clamps his mouth shut suddenly as he turns his gaze away from you, jaw set.

You search his face for a moment, trying to connect the dots before it clicks. "Oh."

You don't mean for it to come out the way it does, and you can see his jaw tighten again as he begins to move away, and you shoot forward, hand curling around his wrist to stop him. If you let him go now, there's no telling when he'd return.

"Touya," You murmur softly. There's a reason you hardly use his birth name despite being given permission to, and you're reminded of that when he flinches at the sound falling from your lips.

"I didn't mean to sound so judgemental," your fingers slip up over his skin until you're cupping his cheek, forcing him to look at you as you speak. His gaze is clouded, eyes puffy from lack of sleep, and you can see weariness eating away at him now more than ever.

His expression doesn't shift, and it's as if he's looking right through you. You're firmer this time when you call his name, both hands cupping his face and forcing him to look at you.

"I'm not taking care of you because I expect you to crawl into my bed as thanks. I'm not taking care of you because I think you'll owe me after. I'm taking care of you because you eventually have to let someone do it, and I... I care," you admit quietly.

Because I love you and just want you to know that.

You don't say those words out loud, no matter how badly your heart is screaming at you. You ignore it as you brush a damp strand of hair from his forehead, his gaze softer now, relieved.

"I'm sorry," he begins to murmur, but you shush him, giving a slight shake of your head.

"No need to apologize. Just... don't forget that I'm here for you, okay? Not what you could do for me," You bite your lip, afraid that you're getting too close as you drop your gaze and hands from his face.

He hums in response, tilting your gaze back to his, and for the first time in a while, when you look at him, all you see is openness. No walls to break down, no hurt and fury vying for his attention. And for a split second, you wonder if he's as much in love as you are.

"Can I kiss you?" he rasps, and you nod, uncaring at this moment if he gets you sick. You just want to feel him. He leans in easily, his lips barely brushing over yours as he speaks, almost too low to hear him when he speaks. "Don't want to lose you,"

You want to pull away, want to ask him what he means, not even sure if you heard him correctly, but then he's slotting his mouth over yours in a kiss that steals all the air from your lungs.

Most of Dabi's kisses leave you breathless, but this one is different. There's more meaning behind it than the man in front of you can say, but it's as if he's trying his best to show you. A hand cups the back of your neck to guide you until your head hits the pillows again, his lips never leaving yours. His hands slide down your arms before entwining his fingers with yours and pulling them against his chest, right above where his heart is pounding.

He's gentle as he flattens your palm over the spot, nose bumping yours when he pulls away with a shaky breath, pressing feather-soft kisses over your cheeks and eyes before he sits up. He keeps your hand over his heart for a moment longer before lifting it to press one last lingering kiss to the inside of your wrist.

His blue eyes never waver from your face as he moves, and part of you wants to look away, to run from the intensity of his gaze, but you don't. He gives you one last soft kiss before he swings a leg off the bed, groaning as he stands.

"I'm going to go shower again; feel free to get some rest, doll," he invites, and you sit up as you watch him gather clothes to sleep in.

"No hot water, right? Just warm?" you remind him, and he laughs softly, coming around to your side of the bed again to press a kiss to the top of your head.

"Got it, doc. Get some sleep. I'll be back soon," he soothes. You watch him go, listening to the shower turn on a moment later.

You're already half-asleep when he returns, but you turn into his arms when he slides under the covers beside you, your head nestled under his chin.

He sighs deeply, and your breathing falls into sync with his as sleep begins to claim you, surrounded by his warmth and scent, partially masked by the smell of your shampoo.

You almost miss his words, whispered to what he assumed was just himself in the darkness.

"How the hell am I supposed to stop loving you?"

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euphoricfilter · 2 years ago

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Hiiiiii! Can you do a drabble for hobi

3. Smut(idk if that's the right one but anyways-)Ik that hobi is always portrayed as a hard dom but I kind of want to see him all soft dommy and fluffy cus maybe the reader is a virgin

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon"

maybe the first, but not the last time:

pairing: soft dom! hoseok x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || established relationship au || non-idol au ||

summary: hoseok was written by a woman, and you're lucky he's all yours.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, smut in the forms of: vaginal fingering because hobi is a pleasure dom and a sweetheart and wants to make sure the reader is comfortable before she eventually loses her virginity, masturbation, mentions of bleeding.

notes: based on and off stage persona alone, i fully believe that hobi could pull off being both either soft or a little mean

drabble masterlist || my main masterlist

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Hoseok was written by a woman.

And as much as you’d been skeptical at first, how any human could be so perfect, a man no less, months after making it official he showed no signs of any ill intentions; no hidden ulterior motives that usually lurked in the shadows, only making an appearance when your partner had you wholly to themselves.

It was inevitable that the topic of sex would be brought up at some point in his courting of you, and as much as he hadn’t been pushy about it, you still felt there would always be the dreaded expectation of one day having to lose your virginity hanging over your relationship like a stormcloud.

You cursed society for feeding you doubt, because truly virginity didn’t mean anything, shouldn’t mean anything. And as much as you like to remind yourself of this fact, it was the niggling anxiety of intimacy that had you shying away from the topic.

Hoseok was far from reserved. He had no qualms about peeing with the door open, or skipping around your apartment with nothing but a towel on, truly making himself comfortable around you. And that’s when you realized that maybe Hoseok was the person you wanted to hand your wretched v-card to, because if it were to be anyone, then it’s going to be Hobi.

He’d made it apparent he was in this for the long run, so if not now, then when?

“Are you sure?” his eyebrows crease, watching as you shift from foot to foot; you look ever so pretty stood looking down at him, the cutest little hue of pink dusting your cheeks.

“Yeah” you nod, tongue wetting your bottom lip.

“You’re nervous” he points out, sinking a little further into the couch, legs falling open.

“I mean it’s kind of a big deal?” your shoulders deflate, working yourself up for the impending rejection, you can see it on the tip of his tongue.

“It doesn’t have to be a big deal” he shrugs, “The concept of virginity is a pile of dogshit”

You stifle a laugh behind your hand, “But what if I’m bad?”

The corner of Hoseok’s lip tugs up, “You’re inexperienced, not bad” he tells you, patting his thigh– and you follow, settling gently over his lap.

Hoseok’s hands run over your back, teasing at the hem of your shirt; never venturing to run over your bare skin, “Plus, I really like you”

“What does that have to do with anything?” your eyebrows crease, stomach tensing as he runs his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You could give me the worst head ever, and I’d probably still cum, you’re so pretty baby” he murmurs, “Just looking at you is enough, you don’t have to do any of the hard bits– let me take care of you”

You nod.

“Words, darling” he tucks your hair behind your ear, “I need to know you really want this”

“I want it” you whisper, absolutely mesmerized.

“Do you trust me?” he dares ask, hands holding your cheeks as your body goes lax in his lap.

“Yes, with my whole life”

“That’s bold of you, baby” he laughs, “Lucky I’d trust you with mine, yeah?”

You swallow thickly, fingers eager as you tug at the waistband of his sweats.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable” he pats your ass, arms hooking under your thighs, balancing your body over his shoulder.

He’s gentle as he lays you down on his bed, and you say nothing as he takes long strides into the bathroom, emerging seconds later with a towel. He must see your confusion, “Just in case you bleed”

“You’re not really helping with my nerves” you admit and Hoseok’s head tips back in laughter.

“It’s common, nothing to worry about”

You watch as he pulls his shirt over his head, prickly realization that this was actually happening hitting you full force, “Can I keep my shirt on?” you whisper, a small part of you hoping that maybe he hadn’t heard you.

His eyes widen by a fraction, “Of course, if that’s what you want” he nods, “We’ll go as slow as you need”

It’s embarrassing, the dribble of slick that dampens your panties as Hoseok looms over you. Pretty lips kissing down your jaw until your fingers tangle in hair, pulling him up for a kiss.

You shudder as his hand slips past the waistband of your shorts, “Is this okay?” he asks, teasing the lacy trim of your panties.

You nod, hips bucking upwards in search of sweet relief. His thumb brushes over your panty-covered clit, a sharp moan barely muffled by a hand slipping past your lips.

“You’re so sensitive, darling” he croons, “Are you comfortable taking these off” he toys with the string of your shorts, and you nod, tugging both your sleep shorts and panties off as your boyfriend rummages through his nightstand.

He lubes his fingers up, gentle as his free hand roams your body, slow enough that you know what he’s doing.

Your thighs twitch as a finger prods the entrance of your cunt, “Is this okay?” he asks, barely pushing into you.

You nod, head tilting to watch as his thumb flicks over your clit, electric pleasure pushing another pitiful dribble of slick over Hoseok’s fingers.

You don’t have the right words to explain how it feels when one of your boyfriend’s fingers push past your walls, strange stretch overpowered by the pad of his fingers dragging over such an intimate place.

Saline tears gather at your waterline, utterly overwhelmed by the onslaught of new sensations.

It’s as Hoseok eases a second finger into you that you blink, wetting your cheeks.

"Don't cry, it will feel better soon" he coos, fingers curling into your sweet spot. Your hips buck up at the unexpected pleasure.

“It doesn’t feel bad” you hiccup, “Just a little weird”

“Just relax for me, yeah?” he kisses behind your ear, “It will all feel a lot better if you just relax”

The tighness in your muscles uncoils, eyes squeezing shut as you focus on the slow drag of Hoseok’s fingers thrusting into you.

His thumb presses down on your clit, heat simmering throughout your body, “Hobi” you cry, “Gonna–” your hand flies to cover your mouth, cheeks flushed red. Sudden relief washing over you as you tip over the edge.

“That’s it” he croons, gently pulling his fingers out of you, “You did so well” he shushes you, hands firms as they run over your quivering thighs. “I think that’s enough for today” he tells you.

“But–” you start, blinking up at him when he presses a finger to your lips.

“No buts baby, I told you we’ll take it slow. 2 fingers were pushing it, and that’s okay”

“What about you?” your glance down at his cock, tip an angry red that you can only assume hurts.

“Do you mind if I–?” he gestures down to his length, pre-cum dribbling down his shaft at your unwavering attention.

“It’s okay” you nod, watching as his hand wraps around his cock, slicked up with your arousal from his hands, lithe wrist picking up the pace as he tugs at his length.

Your cunt clenches around nothing as Hoseok cums over your thighs, milky white, painting your skin with his release.

“How about I run a bath for you?”

“Can we bathe together?” you ask, watching a gentle smile tug at his lips.

“If you’re okay with that, then I’d love to” he hums, “You wait here, pretty baby”

“Be quick, I feel sticky”

Hoseok was written by a woman, and this may be the first time you’d given yourself to a man, maybe not having gone all the way, but you’re sure this wouldn’t be the last time. Because like Hoseok, you saw yourself in this for the long run.

🌻 thank you for reading!! feedback is always welcome

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sashi-ya · 2 years ago

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖗 (part 2) +18. Vinsmoke Ichiji x F!reader

✦ part 1: Red Roses (both parts can be read independently) ✦ requested by @portgasdash for the free requests ➜ I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS. You asked me to keep the idea in mind for the next time requests are open and I did. A continuation (of sorts) of your awesome roses fic with ichiji and a fem reader who he needed to get pregnant and ended so sweetly. They succeeded and Ichiji is now a protective dad(or soon to be dad) to reader and very much likes the changes their body have gone through cause of the pregnancy. specifically what their chest can do. Kinks: pregnancy and lactation ➜ Yes!! here it is, finally! I hope you enjoy my love! ♡ ✦ tw: pregnancy. breastfeeding. vag sex. ichiji being a little more human the more time it passes. based on the fact that I do believe he has feelings like Sanji and Reiju (my theory). ✦ wc: 1.9k

“So? What’s the result?” the red-haired demon asks, waiting with his back pressed against the door of the bathroom door.

“I can’t make it go faster, it’s still processing Ichiji-sama” you inform, sitting on the toilet with a little stick in your hand. Your leg bounces, you are way more anxious than he is. You never thought of wanting a baby from him, and much less this fast, but there you are wishing for the two little stripes to appear.

Both have decided to keep it in between you two; before even letting Judge and his scientists run the pertinent tests. A cheap test he bought during a mission, nothing sophisticated but yet enough to know.

At least three weeks have passed since he had been able to really enjoy sex for the first time, and just to be sure you get pregnant you two -secretly- kept having hot, hot encounters. Or maybe it was because your bodies were yearning for the other, burning in passion and need after tasting the honeys of a real connection.

Finally, the soft pink stains on the little strip appear. Yes. One… two. There are two. You check again. And again. And then once more.

Positive. Ichiji, you are gonna be a father.

“Uh… Ichiji-sama?” you call him. You can sense his anxiety from the outside the bathroom. He can’t wait for you to tell him; it’s been enough chivalry for him to let you take the test alone until the result came up.

“WHAT?” he opens the door, hitting it against the wall. “Sorry” he apologizes, because with you he is able to read every piece of your feelings.

You nod, a subtle smile adorning your ruby lips. “Y-yes…” you whisper, looking down at your fidgeting hands and then up to his blue eyes that widen in amazement. He doesn’t look anymore like the severe prince, but rather like a child knowing he is going to Disneyland.

“Am- gonna- Father?” he stutters. For the first time, the perfect prince lacks words to express himself.

“Yes… congrats, future King… a prince is coming ~” you chime, still too shy to be able to move a single muscle.

It was clear to him, to you, that his attempt had been successful. However, Ichiji felt more than pride… he felt joy, something he thought he would never, ever, would feel. It wasn’t just the fact that Judge would be proud of him, it was him sharing something with that woman right before his eyes… she, with the red roses and her equally red lips had turned his world upside down… or maybe, the other way around, on a spiral that lend him to experience love.

As the astonishment leaves his mind, he runs to hug you. “I’m… you made me a father!!” he happily chimes, ripping a smile and some tears from your eyes. He does not feel like the usual cold prince, he looks like a new man. A sweet, loving man.

Ichiji lifts you up in his arms, he stays silent for some minutes. His beam, however, remains everlasting on his juicy lips. You have never seen what you are seeing now; his eyes narrow because of his cheeks coming so high as he smiles so big.

“Come on, we need to celebrate… I- what do you say when you uhm really appreciate someone?” he asks, seriously and blushed. “Uh… you- mean… love?” you say, still amazed at him.

“Yes…? That thing…” he swallows; for the first time you see his eyes looking down.

You chose to stay silent, it’s enough for him. And not to mention how much it means to you. You weren’t sure if you were in love with him, or just spellbound by lust. But things become clearer the moment you kissed so soft his lips… you loved him too.

And what started as an agreement to help him procreate, then… weirdly enough, was just the start of something new. Of something that grew as much as your belly did…

Fast-forward to the last weeks of your pregnancy…

“But, Ichiji-sama, (Name)-sama asked us to bring her something to eat” “AND I WILL TAKE IT MY SELF. IF YOU HAVE POISONED THE FOOD I’LL DIE TOO, SO SPEAK NOW OR DIE”

The prince brings himself food for you. You have been moved -by his own request, and against Judge orders- to his room. Now, you are his princess. As the future mother of the someday next King of Germa, you should be treated like royalty and protected like nothing in this world. Ichiji made sure, and still does, that you are more than comfortable with your life in the palace.

“Ichiji, babe…I could hear your screams from the hall. Is everything ok?” you ask, sitting in bed with your hands resting on your belly but a little bit uncomfortable.

“I told them a hundred times, everything you eat I should taste it first. What’s wrong with you? Are you feeling ok?” he asks, leaving the silver platter with delicacies on it to the side.

You nod with your head; bodies change during pregnancy, and you think is normal to feel everything swollen and bloated. Including your breasts. “Yes, dear prince. It’s just that my breasts feel swollen but it’s normal. They are getting ready for the baby” you tell him, inspecting without caring for his growing smirk, the food that he brought.

He comes closer and kisses his lips; it takes your breath away. He has always managed to make you feel this way, pregnant and not pregnant.

“What?” you ask, as he keeps smiling with a sadist grin. “I’ve read that the father can help with the swelling and the pain…” he murmurs, taking his pointy nose to your cleavage. He nuzzles there, taking care of not hurting your belly but still placing his huge hands on top of it.

You narrow your eyes. What did he mean with “helping with the swelling and pain”?

“You know…I was so scared of… touching you…” he purrs, kissing your right breast. “Baby, can you share mommy with daddy for now? I’ll be gentle, I promise” he asks right at your belly, placing another kiss on top of it.

You giggle. He is being sweeter than ever, but even if so, a dark aura of lustful intentions surrounds him. He pulls down the cleavage of your blouse. “Can I make you feel better…?” he asks. When did Ichiji Vinsmoke ever asked for permission?

“I don’t know what you are planning… but, go ahead” you murmur, letting him do. He might be a murderous machine but when it comes to your safety he is obsessed. You are sure he won’t hurt you in any way.

His pale, yet juicy lips approach so slow the most sensitive parts of your breasts. His hand, squeeze softly on the side of one of them. He doesn’t provoke any pain; he gives you a caress -even if he didn’t know the term-.

You flinch, just a little. And soon you understand, exactly, what he is intending to do. You were sure milk couldn’t be produce before having the baby but turns out you were wrong. Semi-transparent milky drops fill your lover’s mouth. It’s just a little, but the moment the sweet taste of it touches Ichiji’s tongue he moans, louder than ever before.

“I- Ichiji…” you whisper, taking slowly your palm to the crown of his head. He keeps sucking, as if, the drops that were feeding him were essential for his life. The pressure you were feeling on your breasts slowly goes away, and it goes the same way down to your core.

You brush his red hair back, taking a rather motherly look, caring, and loving to his weakness showing. Because perhaps, he needed this, so deep inside of him. The prince lets his guard down, he allows himself to look less strong, vulnerable also, while attached to your chest.

“I… you are delicious” he barely mumbles before going back to suck and devour the other nipple.

“Am I, my prince? Keep going, do it as much as you please” you whine, pushing his head against your chest. You make him grunt; you make him go harder. He bites, but it doesn’t hurt. The sharp nibbling can only make you more aroused.

And Ichiji wants more, he rips off your blouse with such force it startles you. He has never shown you such strength. “I’m sorry, but I need you naked. I promise I will go slower” he assures you, breathing so hastily. Arousal is consuming his brain, not even his peaceful mind can stop him.

Your eyes soften. “Make love to me, yes?” you dare to ask. You have never called sex this way with him. And frankly you were scared… Visnmoke Ichiji making love to a woman?

He exhales, letting the excess arousal out his mind for some seconds. He pulls down, delicately and carefully your pants and spreads your legs so that you could rest them on top of his thighs as he kneels in between them. “I will… of course I will make love to you. Are you comfortable this way?” he asks. It’s been a while since he has touched your body. Whenever your belly grew larger, he stopped approaching you like during endless nights of the first months. You really thought of him not being attracted; but you were wrong. It was how much he was attracted to the changes of your body that he was scared of hurting your baby and you.

But he can’t stop himself no more. And frankly, you can’t either.

“I am more than comfortable, daddy” you murmur, mesmerized at such change in attitude… after all, Ichiji has always been a sweet man… you only had to have the power to break such hard exoskeleton…

He lowers his pants, just enough to expose a hard, desperate, so needy sex. “I was desperate for this… all this months…” he says, showing you that he didn’t need, nor he didn’t resort to other women that wasn’t you.

You receive him in your arms, and while he slides in slow motion inside you he nests his head in your chest. Sexy, loving thrusts fill your void while you kiss his forehead. He attaches himself again to your nipples, sucking so deliciously while pumps in and on out of you.

Slowly, and surely. Steadily, and constantly. His breath warming your saliva coated breasts, the tiny semi white drop running from the commissure of his mouth, the way you both spasm… ecstasy, rapture. Exploding in orgasmic kisses, hastily breathing, filling you up, coming so gloriously…

“Are you ok? Does anything hurt? You want me to bring the doctor?” he asks, as he rests with his cheek squeezed against your belly.

“I’m totally fine. You took care of me like anybody could have. Thank you so much” you whisper, tracing circles with your palm on his bruised back. He had been trying to get a lot stronger to protect his coming child, you can tell.

“I’m glad I didn’t hurt you… is your swelling better?” he inquires, shyly. His cheeks becoming almost as red as his hair. Who would have known a Vinsmoke prince is able to blush that way?

You smile. Your swelling is indeed better, you feel a lot more relaxed… because you have chosen the right daddy…

A heartless prince they say, not for you, of course. But underneath that strong armor, his heart all, belongs to you ~

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xxsabitoxx · 3 years ago

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Seven Minutes in Heaven • Giyu Version

A/N: I felt like doing a short little series inspired by 7MiH and wanted to start with Giyu! If I end up making enough I’ll create a whole Masterlist dedicated to it.

Word count: 1.5k

“Giyu right?” There was barely any space between the two of you despite pressing your backs to opposing sides of the closest walls. He nodded, shifting his weight from one foot to another. “You’re y/n, aren’t you?” He has heard your name called a few times throughout the party. “Yeah.” You could feel the awkward tension as if it was something you could reach out and touch. You tried to meet his eyes but he kept looking away. “We don’t have to do anything, Giyu. We can chat or even just sit in silence.” You wouldn’t mind doing something with the man, but you weren’t going to force him.

“I… I wouldn’t mind doing something. If that’s okay with you?” He looked up now, even in the dark closet with nothing but the LED lights shining in through the bottom, you could still see the blue of his irises. “Yeah… that’s fine.” You swallowed thickly, hoping things would become less tense once you were doing something. You only had seven minutes, probably two of them were spent so far in awkward conversation and shy glances. You decided it would be best to make the first move, it was unlikely he’d have the courage to.

You stepped forward, closing the little distance there was until your chests were pressed together. Your heart was hammering so harshly it felt as if it would burst through your rib cage. Your whole body felt warm from a mix of alcohol and the stuffy closet. “Close your eyes.” A cheesy comment but it worked, long lashes fanned across his cheekbones and for a moment, wished the light was on. You observed his features for a moment longer before pressing your lips to his, hands cupping his warm cheeks. It took a second but Giyu responded back, lips moving against yours as his hands found your waist. He was already addicted to your touch.

You always found the quiet man attractive, never really paying any mind to the rumors. More or less the ones created by Shinazugawa and Iguro claiming Giyu was a pompous asshole. You just figured he was shy, maybe more introverted than others, that’s all. As shameful as it was to say, you only ever watched the man from a distance. You’d never hear the end of it from either Shinazugawa, Kocho or Iguro if you got close with him. You could already imagine the teasing you’d get when you got out of this closet. For now though, you were focused on Giyu’s tongue eagerly swiping across your bottom lip.

You parted them easily, allowing his tongue to sweep against your own. He tasted like fireball and rum, the tiniest hint of bitter beer as well. You loved it, silently praying he thought your taste was just as addicting. You gasped softly as he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively as your back hit the closet wall instead. You whined, arms trailing from his face to his neck to keep him where he was. Wandering hands moved to cup your ass, discarding the face that your dress was hiked up and exposing your panties. He didn’t seem interested in that though. He was more focused on the noises leaving your lips

He had been dragged into the circle when the game was announced. All the while he was silently praying the bottle would land on you when it was his turn. You were one of the few at that party that treated him like a human. Fate seemed to be on his side that night, especially when the bottle landed on him when you were the one to spin it. Even better? Your small acts of kindness towards him weren’t forced. Having you in his arms, drool leaking down the side of his mouth as your tongues danced around each other proved it. He was embarrassingly hard after only a minute of kissing.

“Four more minutes love birds!” A muffled voice, likely Kanroji’s, sounded from outside the door. Your lips parted, saliva keeping them attached as your breaths mingled. “You think you can pull this off in under four minutes?” You could feel him twitching, the slight bulge in his pants was pressing snuggly against your covered cunt. “Absolutely.” You shivered, not expecting such confidence to come from him. It took a few seconds until Giyu’s pants were pooled mid-thigh, his cock standing proudly between you. “I… fuck I don’t have a condom.” His world seemed to crash down around him at that moment. “It’s fine… it’ll be fine. You’re clean right?”

“Yeah, you?” You nodded, pregnancy was the last thing on your mind. You were more nervous about getting something. Though you trusted him enough in that moment to take his word for it. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” You nodded again, heart racing with worry now. At this rate the time would be up before Giyu even entered you. “Please…Giyu.” Your hands found themselves tangling in his long black strands. You were embarrassingly wet, not only from the kisses but from earlier fantasies. You had been lusting after the man all damn night, now he’d finally be yours.

You shivered again as the dull head of his cock slipped between your folds. You were impressed he had such a good aim in the dark, never mind the fact that he was now holding you up with only one arm. “Please…” you could feel the heat pooling in your gut, eager to feel him inside of you. “I’m coming, hang on for me, pretty girl.” You could have fallen apart then and there as he positioned at your entrance. Your eyes squeezed shut as he pushed past, stretching you almost uncomfortably. Once his head was in, it was smooth sailing as he bottomed out. “Fuck…” was all Giyu could muster. Your walls were suctioning around his entire length, suffocating him.

“Move… please.” You whined, hips wiggling in an attempt to fuck yourself on him. “Hang on…” he had nearly cum just from entering you, that simply wouldn’t be fair to you. “Two minutes!” Panic ebbed up both of your spines, it only made things more dire. Your needs were at an all time high as Giyu’s hips began sloppily thrusting into your cunt. It was a messy pace, a soft squelch just barely audible through labored breathing and pounding party music beyond the closet door. You weren’t even concerned about coming, you just needed to feel some sort of relief with him inside of you. You were certain your night wasn’t ending in this closet, it was just beginning.

“Come for me please, Giyu. Don’t worry about me right-right now… just… fuck…” your head hit the wall, a whine escaping your lips as the hand that had initially guided himself into you was now circling your clit. “Have a little faith in me, pretty girl.” He was going to get you to come with him, he wasn’t leaving this closet otherwise. It was a daring move really, most people expected games like seven minutes in Heaven to be simple. Making out for example, getting a handjob or blowjob. No one thought it was possible to have full blown sex within those seven minutes with a stranger. Never mind getting both parties off within that time span. Giyu, however, was determined.

You weren’t sure if it was the time crunch or if he was just that skilled. Your orgasm was building up quicker than you could have imagined, embarrassment flooded your cheeks as you realized you were about to come on his cock. “Fuck… Giyu…” you couldn’t process any other word but his name, it felt like you were getting drunker with each passing second. “I-I know… come for me yeah? We only got a minute or so left…” he was close too, there was no reason for him to hold back. You zeroed in on the buildup, walls clenching tightly as you prayed for the cord to snap, letting your orgasm wash over you. It only took a few more thrusts for that to become your reality.

A loud whine leaves you in shaky gasps as your walls sputter around him. A soft mantra of his name left your lips as he buried deep, shamelessly spilling his own release inside of you. “Times up!” The doorknob began to jiggle, not even giving you a moment to relish in the post orgasm bliss. “Give is a minute to make ourselves decent.” Giyu’s voice boomed through the door, followed by gasps and cheers from outside of the door. You felt the embarrassment flood your cheeks again, nearly crumbling as Giyu set you down on shaky legs. “Why don’t we go back to my place? I’d love to go a second round… at a much slower pace.” That sheepish tone returned to his voice, as if he didn’t just destroy you.

“I’d love that… but you may have to carry me.”

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gatorbites-imagines · 2 years ago

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Conner Kent/Kon-El nsfw alphabet

I’m going off of comic Conner in this, so he’s 21, wears leather jackets and has piercings, you know the one. Ill mostly be referring to him as Kon.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Depending on the if he was the one in charge or you were hes slightly different during aftercare. If he was the one in charge, he makes sure to clean you up and get you some water and maybe a snack, if you were the one in charge he just lays limp on the bed letting you clean him up looking way too satisfied with himself. Either way he wants to cuddle afterwards and falls asleep pretty easily.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favorite part of himself is ass, chest or arms. On his partner its their hands, pits, ass or that area between your thighs and crotch. (he likes the smell, what can I say)

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like any kryptonian he cums a lot, like your gonna need new sheets because the ones you have on your bed are beyond saving. He loves to suck you off and will always swallow or have you spill all over his face and tongue, he also loves to rub your cum into his skin or his into yours as some kind of scenting thing.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has fantasies of you having your way with him in public areas so he can show off that you are his and he is yours, and there’s some primal part in his chest that wants to flaunt his claim on you. His need to breed you or be bred is nowhere near as powerful as Clarks, since Kon hasn’t reached full sexual maturity of kryptonians in my headcanons, but it’s still there.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He doesn’t have the most experience being a clone and all, but he did sleep around a good amount before you got together but it tended to just be quickies, so you have a lot you can experiment with together.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes to do it floating if he’s in charge and if you can fly yourself. He loves to be bent over or the mating press position. Kon also quite likes you be held down and have you take him from behind.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Kon can be pretty goofy at times, and tends to crack jokes at the worst times.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Because kryptonians have little to no body hair Kon has a lot less body hair than a human, but he still has some because he’s only half kryptonian. It tends to gather near his crotch, his arms and legs and a little on his chest, but he shaves for the most part.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In the beginning I think Kon tries hard to play it up and be better than he actually is, so he isn’t super romantic. But after a while he becomes pretty sweet and loving, especially if you’ve been at it for a while or haven’t seen each other in a while.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t need to jerk off anywhere near as much as a full blooded kryptonian, but he still needs to get off every other day or it can become almost uncomfortable. It’s not unusual for him to slip away to the bathroom or something like that to jerk off just to get the pressure out, but he likes when you do it the most.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Being overpowered or told what to do

Musk/sweat/scents

Cum and anything involving it

Breeding kink, but nowhere near as much as other older kryptonians

Marking and hickeys

Choking and deepthroating

Exhibitionist or just likes showing off

Oral and rimming

Spit and drool

Boot, body, and muscle worship

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Kon is up for it pretty much anywhere, anytime. You just need to give him the sign and he’s happy to slip off with you for a bit. Though, of course not when there’s something important happening or you guys’ attention is actually needed.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It is pretty easy to get Kon going, just give him the right look and touch him correctly, bite his neck and nibble his ears, maybe pull on his piercings with your teeth. His sense is smell is pretty sensitive so he would be able to pick up if you’re horny too, or your post workout sweat would get him on the right path as well.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Wouldn’t want to do anything that could harm you or him too bad, like loaded weapons or kryptonite, but hes all for stuff like spanking, choking, etc. He isn’t the biggest fan of sharing and on an instinctual level can have quite a jealous streak.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He doesn’t mind getting head, but he loves nothing more than sucking you off and having you as far down his throat as possible. When you started dating, he was already skilled with his mouth from his multiple partners in the past, but he just got even better as he became almost addicted to having you in his mouth. He’s got some different muscles in his throat and a longer tongue because of him being half kryptonian, so enjoy that as you will.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

When you first started dating, he always went slow and was very careful if he was topping, and it still happens pretty frequently if you aren’t as indestructible as he is, he doesn’t wanna hurt you on accident. But when you top, he wants you to be fast and rough and just give it to him. This doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his soft, loving moments though.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hell yeah he’s all for quickies, you don’t even have to ask. He will climb you like a tree anywhere, anytime. He especially loves to be plugged up afterwards so he can walk around with it the rest of the day, it makes that feral part in his chest all happy to be marked by you like that.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s one of those people who will try most things at least once if its something you both are interested in, but he’s also pretty quick to decide if he likes something or not.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He doesn’t have as much stamina as a full blooded kryptonian, but he will still most likely have more stamina than you unless you’re a meta or something like it. So expect to be exhausted before Kon, and since Kon has very little rest period between rounds it can be hard sometimes.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns some toys, he’s not ashamed to admit that. They’re mostly stuff that’ll stimulate his lenght or he can use to jerk off since nothing feels as good as you inside him. Kon would also own toys from different things you’ve both tried out.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He loves to tease, be it wearing pants that hug his ass just right, to bending over a table just infront of you or sitting in your lap and wiggling around. He would also say dirty stuff in your ear or give you major bedroom eyes during the day. You wouldn’t let him go without returning it all back on him, so you both tease each other a lot.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

For the most part hes like a medium volume, not too loud or too quiet, but you can get him to wail and yell if you work him just right. If you are home he isn’t scared of being loud, but he keeps his volume down if you’re out and about.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Would definitely wear a collar in public if you wanted him too, or one of those chains with a lock on it to show everyone he’s taken. He also loves to wear your clothes or have you wear his, it makes his kryptonian instincts very happy. He still hasn’t fully reached kryptonian sexual maturity which is in the 30s and up, so part of you fear what kind of monster he will become after that if he’s this horny already.

He makes the same noises as other kryptonians though you wont be able to hear them unless you are kryptonian too, noises like purrs or growls, which are at a frequency only kryptonians and few other species can hear.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Because of those kryptonian genes he’s pretty big, like intimidating kinda big but not so big you fear for your body and if he will split you in half. He’s long and thick, with some veins especially around the underside, and he’s uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Being kryptonian means he has a pretty high drive but nowhere near as much as a full-blooded kryptonian, you can still expect him to jump you like a starved dog if you haven’t seen each other in a few days though. Its also pretty easy for him to get turned on when he hasn’t gotten off in a few days, just catching your scent on some clothes or your pillows is enough.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Like I said earlier he’s probably got more stamina than you, but he falls asleep pretty quickly afterwards. It stems from him being surrounded by you and your scent and just being comfortable. In the beginning of your relationship he probably stayed awake for a while after, but as it progressed he grew more at ease and now he knocks out pretty quickly.

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whumpsday · 2 years ago

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Kane & Jim (Anton & Graham) Drabble: Playing With Food

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumper, failed escape attempt

some Anton & Graham shenanigans because i promised @t0rture-me a drabble of them forever ago :)

Chewtoy followed nervously behind Master as he was led outside, beyond the backyard, out to where Master's estate bordered the woods. He tried looking up, but he couldn't see the stars, the sky a dark blur without his long-gone glasses.

It was far from the first time Master took him out. But usually, he'd been taken to something. Some trip lasting more than a night where he'd need to be a portable meal, which wasn't so bad. Or far worse, used as a party trick. But Master was going out the back, and no one else was here. It sent chills down Chewtoy's spine: it was always worse when he didn't know what to expect, even though Master always liked that more.

Master stopped, spinning around with that grin Chewtoy always hated. "Okay, go."

"Go?" Chewtoy asked, wringing his hands together.

Master gestured out into the darkness. "Run. Scurry off. This is your big chance." The mocking smile didn't leave his face.

"And then... I'll be hurt, Master?" Chewtoy guessed, shivering in the just-a-tad-too-cold air.

"Eh, depends how I'm feeling." Master leaned back against the fence. "What, you like being mine so much you won't even try? Guess you're the perfect pick. You were meant for this."

Chewtoy struggled to keep up with what was happening. Master was fond of mind games, but then again... this was a chance. He was outside, being let go.

"I'll give you a fifteen-minute head start," Master enticed. "Go."

Chewtoy bolted.

He'd never been much of an athlete, and he was even less of one now, even his meager walks from his apartment to campus eliminated from his daily routine. It didn't take much medical knowledge for him to guess he was chronically anemic now, on top of that.

Still, he ran, blindly into the darkness. He didn't care what direction he went, toward human territory or not, so long as it was away.

It wasn't long before he tripped, tree roots seemingly coming out of nowhere to take hold of his shoe and send him flying toward the ground. It was a recurring problem, and soon the ruined knees of his pants gave way to skin which gave way to blood. Chewtoy would have worried about infection if he had any reason to care whether he lived or died.

His lungs burned, unused to such physical exertion, the muscles in his legs crying out for relief, but he didn't stop. Who knew if he'd ever get this chance again? With permission, at that?

Just as he took a tumble over another root, an arm wrapped around him mid-fall.

"Gotcha," Master teased.

Chewtoy sagged in his hold, which proved to be a mistake when Master immediately dropped him, falling with a dull thud to the ground. He panted hard, not bothering to get up.

"Okay, thirty-minute head start this time," Master mused. "You need all the help you can get, clearly."

Chewtoy rolled himself over to look up at the vampire who controlled his life. "What?"

Master smirked down at him, amused. "Keep going. Until I get bored. Who knows, maybe you'll really make it this time!"

He was already exhausted. Chewtoy didn't know how much running he had left in him. Any hope of escape had already vanished: he was pretty sure it hadn't even taken a full two minutes since his 'head start' ended for Master to catch him.

Master grabbed him by the shirt collar and hoisted him up. "Run, Chewtoy."

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obsessivevoidkitten · 3 years ago

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Surprise Adoption

Platonic Yandere Male Harpy x Male Child Reader (CW: Orphan reader, harpy man, kidnapping, soft yandere themes) Word Count: 1.6k (Tumblr is no longer allowing me to make posts from or reply directly to anything in my inbox so this is the anon request this fic is for: “Hi! Are you willing to write Platonic yanderes? If you are could you write a (male) Platonic Yandere Harpy with a (male) child reader senerio? The Harpy lost all of his eggs due to hunters and while mourning he sees the reader and believes that it’s one of his young?”) (I hope this is okay, maybe not my best work, but I tried. Sorry it took so long. I made him just have one egg so he could stop searching instead of multiple, I made the reader an orphan so the ending could be happy instead of the reader being taken from a family) Holden was so distraught, even years after the loss of his egg he was still grieving. Humans had raided his nest and he had barely escaped with his life. Harpy eggs take a very long time to develop and hatch and the time he devoted to nest building and to his egg and then the lost of them had mentally broken him. It had been over three years, he still thought about his child every single day. His egg. Did it even hatch without him? If it did then what became of his hatchling? He scoped out human cities and villages relentlessly when he finally found you. His beautiful son! In a field between the forest and a fenced building on the outskirts of a town. You had grown so much! Harpies did mature really fast after all. But what did they do to your legs, your feathers, your WINGS!??! They somehow made you look completely human!! But that’s okay, he would not love you any less at all just because you were a bit different now! He was your parent and it was his job to love and care for you. He had to resist the nearly overwhelming urge to snatch you up right then and there. You had lived with humans your whole life now, you even looked like one, Holden was no bird-brain, he knew that it could cause more harm than good to you if he forced a transition without being prepared first. For now he would stick to the trees, shadows, and sky and silently observe you. You were a 10 year old living in an orphanage, it was pretty lonely. You had been left on the orphanage doorstep as a baby and had spent your entire life here. You supposed that it wasn’t so terrible, it wasn’t like the movies. There was no sadistic director, no evil psychopathic teachers, no terrible and relentless bullies. Everyone was nice enough, but you distanced yourself, no point in making friends. It just caused pain for everyone when they inevitably got adopted and left you behind. It happened a few times before you got the memo to stick to yourself. You always got your chores and homework done quickly so you could spend extra time out in the yard, and when the coast was clear you snuck past through a secret hole in the fence and spent time in the field and forest beyond it. There wasn’t much else to do. You were sitting at the base of a huge oak tree, listening to the birds and bugs as you doodled in the dirt with a stick. Before long you got sleepy and dozed off peacefully against the tree. It had been a pretty tiring day between classes and chores and the cool breeze made it feel just right for a quick cat nap even if you had not intended to take one. A sudden chill made you reach for your blanket subconsciously, not finding it you woke up fully in confusion. You were moving over one hundred feet in the air. What the…? You must be dreaming! You finally noticed a tight grip on your arms and looked up. Above you there was a huge bird-man holding your small arms in his large pink bird-like feet. Each toe was tipped with a wicked looking talon which sent a shiver down your spine. You could not see much of him from your angle but you saw the white feathers that covered his upper legs and his pink lower legs. You screamed, you started to thrash but then thought better of it, if he dropped you here your head would certainly crack open like an egg. “Wh-what are you doing!? Please don’t kill me!” You were utterly terrified, you did not even believe that harpies were real! And if they were real then they would nearly be extinct by now. “Am I dreaming???” “Oh, I am so sorry (Y/N), I did not mean to scare you! Please don’t struggle. This isn’t a dream. You don’t need to worry, you have been asleep for a long time and we are almost home!” He spoke in a chipper, almost bubbly, voice with an upbeat energy. “Why did you take me!? How do you know m-my name? Wh-what’s going on???” You began crying in confusion and terror. Your heart pounding in your chest. You were going to die, you were sure of it. “Awe, please don’t cry! I have pizza at home, I know you don’t never miss pizza day so I made sure to make some for you so you won’t be grumpy! You’re my son and I have been watching you so I could prepare for your return to live with me.” “W-what? That’s insa… I’m n-not a harp-” You could barely get the words out as you sobbed. “We can talk more inside! We are almost there.” A few minutes later and you had managed to calm down a little bit as he flew you into a forest of colossal trees. It did not take you two long to approach a wooden building in the trees. He put you down gently on a porch that wrapped around the entirety of a large tree house that was built around four massive trees before landing beside you. It was pretty impressive, there were solar panels on the top and you were at least 100 feat up above the ground with a nice wooden bridge that went from the porch to a hill near the house. The hill had a dirt trail that lead down to the forest floor. You could easily make a run for it. There was no telling what this kidnapper had in store for you. You started to take a few steps backward but before you could bolt the yellow harpy grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside excitedly. The bird man closed the door behind you and flipped on a light, the house was huge! It was all wood and very spacious. The room you were in was furnished with shiny little trinkets and baubles hanging from the ceiling, a couch, and a small TV. Now that he was standing in front of you and not carrying you through the air you could see him clearly for the first time. He resembled a cockatiel, like the one the director had in his office at the orphanage. Plumage covered almost his entire body except for his face and his legs below the knee. His legs were pink and ended in the foot of a bird with sharp talons, his face had orange circles on his cheeks and his hair was long and yellow. His feathers around his neck were grey but the rest were white except for his wing tips which were as bright and yellow as the sun. He pulled you into a tight hug and you squirmed uncomfortably. “oh, uh, sorry, I am getting ahead of myself, I forgot to even introduce myself, I am just so happy. I am Holden. Your father!” He guided you to the couch and had sit and he took a seat beside you. “Uh, well, I think you have the wrong boy. I am not a h-harpy, I don’t even have wings! Or a single feather, I can’t be your son!” At this he looked at you with sincere sympathy and spoke softly, “Hey, don’t worry about that! Just because they altered you doesn’t mean I love you any less okay? I know you were taken and raised as a human and that’s okay.” Holden gently ruffled your hair. “Are you insane? I am a HUMAN! You can’t keep me here!” You were scared and annoyed and overall confused by the events of today. You just wanted to go back home and crawl into your bed. “I know it will be a rough transition and hard to accept (Y/N), but I am your father and I know best and I promise to be patient, anyway, you’re probably famished! I know I made you miss pizza day but no worries~ I made you one earlier, let me go heat up a slice!” The harpy smiled and hummed happily as he went off into the kitchen to get you food. You considered bolting out the door, but it was dark and you had no idea how to get back home. And truth be told you were starving, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to grab some food before planning a later escape. You couldn’t flee on an empty stomach after all. After a few minutes he came back into the living room as bubbly and chipper as ever with a plate of food he handed to you with a couple slices of your favorite type of pizza, except unlike at the orphanage it had cheese stuffed crust. “I hope you like it! I learned how to make it myself for you, I cannot expect you to live like a harpy after living among humans so I will live more like a human for you! I made sure we have electricity and that everything is accessible with stairs, and of course I got human furniture. I know you’ll be happy here eventually my little nestling!” His voice held his normal upbeat optimism, but there was something more in his eyes, something like desperation for you to be happy here. You could tell he was really putting all his effort into making you accept life here. The way he looked at you with love and acceptance made you feel odd. You had never had anyone care about you like this before. As you took a bite into your homemade pizza baked with love while Holden started rubbed your back soothingly you started to think that maybe living here as his son wouldn’t really be a bad thing. You had just been adopted in a slightly different manner than usual.

#yandere teratophilia #yandere monster #platonic yandere x reader #male yandere x male reader #yandere dad #yandere harpy #harpy oc #my oc #my oc holden #cockatiel harpy

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byunpum · 2 years ago

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EXPERIMENT 56 [your time is coming] sequel | PART 2 |

AVATAR MASTERLIST | EXPERIMENT 56 masterlist

PAIR: Neteyam x Human reader. ( a mix of human and Navi )

Other pairs: Quaritch x reader (platonic) , sully fam x reader.

SUMMARY: Y/N thinks she has a peaceful life with her new family. But a sudden visitor is about to change her life and her family's life.

WARNINGS: 18+, the characters are aged up 20's, a little violence, don't worry no one dies, Y/N and neteyam being parents , Bestie stuff, Family moments,.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

Note: I am really enjoying this sequel. I hope you all like it too. Sorry if there are some spelling mistakes, English is not my mother tongue. And remember that the inbox is open, so feel free to leave your request.

Neteyam tried to stay calm. Maybe you had been with loak or spider. Or with some of the men in the human camp area. But the more he analyzed the smell, the less it seemed similar. Neteyam watched as you settled your baby more on your chest, and took a piece of fruit. You were avoiding looking him in the eyes.

"No, it's okay…it's fine. The day was not what I expected" you say, laughing a little to calm neteyam's worries. But you watch as neteyam leans over you, and begins to sniff you. You stand still in your place, neteyam had grown up a lot in this year, he was a whole warrior-navi. So when he lunges at you, his whole body covered you. "Hey… you tickle me" you moan, while neteyam keeps sniffing the side of your neck. He pulls away a little to look you straight in the eyes.

"Were you with another man?" neteyam asks. You move closer and give him a kiss on the lips. "Don't be silly. How do you think I would do something like that" You say, pulling away from neteyam to get up from the ground and carry noah't to his resting area. It was like a nest, which had multiple soft fabrics to make him comfortable. The edges of the nest were high, so that he would not get out at night. This nest was the same one neteyam used as a baby, neytiri had given it to you as a gift. You settled noah't down and gave him a kiss on his forehead. Noah't had grown so fast, he was barely 1 year old and already the size of a 2 year old human. You turn to meet neteyam's piercing gaze.

"Love…do you really think I was with another man?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest. "It's not that…it's, you smell like another man. And I can't recognize him" neteyam gestures for you to come closer to him. You walk towards him to stand between his legs, and you see how he wraps his hands around you. And he puts his face on your breasts and breathes in a little of your scent. "You are more possessive lately…neteyam" you say, watching as he leaves dispersed kisses between your breasts and chest. His actual behavior was not strange to you. You knew what he wanted, well lately that's what he wants all the time…his mating season is near. And this makes him excited and defensive of any male figure that comes near you. The only ones he accepts to be around you are the men in his family circle. The others, he scares them away from you. You had noticed how he had become more aggressive with his caresses, more needy of your touches and even more submissive to your touch.

You watch as his tail wags from side to side, as his hold becomes tighter. "neteyam…how many days left?" you ask him, as the boy's hands run down your legs, kissing your arms and leaving a few soft bites on your shoulder " 4 days "says neteyam whimpering. You take his face in your hands, to make him look at you. You see how his pupils are dilated, his eyes half closed and his mouth half open. You reach up to caress your nose, with his nose. Causing him to giggle a little. "Do you want me to help you with anything?" you ask, as you feel him pull you into his lap, kissing your lips. You kiss them back, tangling your fingers in his hair to pull him closer to you.

Neteyam moves a little away, to take his queue in his hands, to move it to the front and show it off. You copy his movements, and taking your queue to bring it closer to neteyam's. Sometimes simply this connection was all neteyam needed, even though he was greedy and always wanted double pleasure coming from you. You two bonded, both of you letting out a sigh. As neteyam hugged you, so that you were closer to him. "You are smaller than usual" neteyam moans, as he enjoys the ecstatic feeling of being so close and intimate with you. "You're bigger… that's the problem" you speak, kissing his neck. Rubbing your face over his skin, trying to capture his scent on you. "Problem?" the man says, biting your shoulder. You feel one of his hands hold your hips, pulling you closer to his growing erection.

"I need you so…so much" neteyam pleads with you a little, his ears back, as he feels one of your hands slip past his loincloth. Taking his length in your hand, slowly sliding it down and then up. Watching as neteyam moves underneath you, and bites his lower lip, he was so sensitive these days. That a simple touch, made him unsettled. You follow your movements on his cock, while leaving kisses on his chest, and then on the edge of his jaw. The noises coming out of his mouth, were low and quiet. Not wanting to wake noah't up, almost always your sessions were very quiet. In one swift movement, you feel neteyam remove your hand from his crotch and lift you up with ease.

"Let's go to bed, yes?" he says as he is carrying "hey…watch out. You're going to break it" you reach up to kiss him, as you feel his smile between your lips. Neteyam settles on top of you, taking your thighs between his hands to lift them up, arranging your legs around his waist. It was going to be quite an interesting and fun night. But that didn't take away your concern.

The next morning, you woke up to Noah't crying. He was a very quiet baby, that surprised you a lot. He used to sleep all his night, and get up early in the morning. This was perfect for you and neteyam, it gave you time to be together. But some nights, noah't slept with the two of you. But you were thankful that the night before, noah't was quiet. You get up carefully so as not to wake up neteyam, you move closer and give him a little kiss on his cheek. "So pretty" you say, adjusting some hair strands of your mate's face. -Where are your clothes? you think, as you hurry to calm Noah't down.

"Ma-mama" says noah't, jumping up and down in her nest. "I'm coming honey!!!" you quickly find your loincloth and run to hold noah't. You knew the baby was hungry, because the first thing he did when you picked him up was move closer to your chest. "As soon as you finish eating, let's take a bath, ok?" you stroke your son's hair. Turning your gaze to see neteyam asleep, you take the opportunity to look for various things to bring to your unexpected guests…Quaritch. You knew that all of his clothes were stained and dirty, so you were looking for one that neteyam didn't use. You were folded in a box, looking for clothes that would fit Quaritch, shit…neteyam was a big man. But Quaritch was something else, he was 9 feet tall. You had to look elsewhere. Dad, dad had old clothes…sure he did. "mama…mama" noah't was hugging you by the neck. Looking for your face, to give you a kiss on the cheek. "Honey, wait mommy is looking for something" you are so into the searching. You didn't notice that neteyam was already up. "Love, what are you doing there?" says neteyam lying down from the bed. You look up from the box, getting up and closing the box quickly.

"I was looking for something… but it's not here," you say, moving towards neteyam. "But there's only old stuff in there," says neteyam stretching out, dragging his hand to your waist to pull you closer to him. Quickly noah't jumps on top of his father, neteyam picks him up and settles him on his chest. Stroking his son's back, while still grabbing you around the waist. "Yeah, I know…but I was looking for a top I lost…but never mind" you laugh nervously, leaning in for a kiss. "I'm going to go take a bath with noah't at the lake, do you want to come?" neteyam ascends with his face and gives noah't a kiss on the head. "Well, I'm going to get some things…go get up to go" you pull away, to get everything ready to go to the lake. You had a plan, after arriving from the lake you were going to go get some clothes from your parents' hut and then go to the beach.

You liked to spend this time with your family, since they had arrived and after the whole event of your missing and being pregnant. Jake is still training neteyam to be the new clan leader, it is true that the position was given to another man from the omaticaya clan. But in a few years, he will pass the position to the corresponding heir and that is Neteyam, this meant that the days they shared as a family were limited, he had many responsibilities. So moments like this, in which neteyam was sitting in the lake with noah't in his arms, and see your son so happy. Hugging and playing with his father made you happy. After 1 hour had passed, you returned to the village.

You had noah't hanging on your back, in a sort of carrier. "Well, I'm going to leave you guys…I was supposed to meet loak in the hunting area. Today we are going to help the smaller warriors" says neteyam, getting down from his height to kiss you and noah't. "Perfect, I will visit mom for a while and then go with mo'at. Have a nice day" you say goodbye to neteyam, you watch as he stares at you until you are near the family hut. He used to do that, he wouldn't leave until he saw that you were safe. You enter the hut where you grew up, you noticed that there was no one there so you took the opportunity to look for some old clothes. You left noah't on the floor and started looking in the old box.

Spider went to look for Kiri, so you decided to look for her at home. When he arrived he saw you looking in the box and his nephew on the floor. Spider had earned his role as Noah's uncle. He was careful with him, always looking out for the baby. Neteyam trusted him a lot, as did you. As soon as noah't saw spider, he raised his arms and started to mumble his name. "Spite, spiteee" says noah't. "Hey little buddy, come here!!!" says spider, picking up the baby from the ground. You turn to look quickly. And you see spider already playing with noah't. "Oh it's you!!!" you get up to approach spider. "Is something wrong? You look a bit scared" says spider, you play a bit with your fingers. You had already found an old clothes that your father had saved, it was the perfect size for Quaritch. You knew you would need help and spider was perfect for this plan. In fact, he was the only person you could count on, since he and you were the only ones who had had contact with Quaritch after your liberation. Spider sees how nervous you are.

"Spider…you're my friend, right?" you ask him. Spider laughs, tightening Noah't around his waist." Y/N you know I am…I'm always here to help you" spider speaks. You take a deep breath, this is for the best… if you told neteyam that you had Quaritch sheltered. He wasn't going to accept it, he didn't want you to have contact with that man. He might have helped you, and if he knew noah't…but nothing else. "I have a situation and you're the only one who can help me" you say, as you pack the clothes in your bag at your waist. "I'm all ears" spider listens to you. "I have quaritch sheltered in the beach hut, he's hurt…they tried to kill him and he has nowhere to go" you say quickly. You stand there in silence, while you wait for spider's reaction.

"What? Are you crazy?" spider yells, you throw yourself at him and put your hand over his mask. "Shut up!!!, please…I need your help" you make puppy eyes. You knew spider and Quaritch could never develop their relationship, but at least spider knew of its existence. "I found him yesterday, I need you to help me…I know you two don't get along. But you're the only one who can help me" you say, waving spider's arm from side to side. You can see his frustrated face, he started to walk. "ok, I'm going to help you… but" before spider finishes speaking, you are already hugging him. " AHH noah't, uncle spider is the best" you sing a little, celebrated with your son. "Y/N tell me…how long is this going to continue to help him?" asks spider.

"I don't know…I haven't thought about it yet. I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing." You speak, spider hugs you again. "You're a good person," says spider. At that moment jake enters the hut, he had a basket full of some kind of bread and some fruits. "ohh you guys are here….and look who's there, the most beautiful baby of pandora" jake drops the basket on the floor and takes Noah't from spider's arms. "You are such a precious baby" jake says, placing kisses on his grandson's stomach. It was ridiculous to see him like that, he was melting for his grandson. You look at the basket, could you take some bread and fruit. "Dad, can I take some of this?" you point to the basket, already taking a few things. "Sure sweetie, take whatever you want" jake says, playing with noah't.

"So what were you two doing?" jake looks at spider, he was asking because when he walked in he saw the hug you two were giving each other. And it wasn't that you two weren't showing affection, but you were his oldest son's mate. And he knew how neteyam got when another man was near you and more so in this season. "nothing…we were just hugging, dad" you give him a disapproving look, you know what he's insinuating. Spider gets nervous, he's always looking for jake's approval. "Okay, well…spider and I have business to do. So…" you look at your father. "Dad, do you have something to do?" you say. "No, why?" jake asks you, already knowing what you're asking. "Can you watch noah't for a while, I'll be right back?" you beg him a little, until jake agrees to stay and watch noah't. After all, if he liked doing it, it was the perfect excuse to go with some friends and show off his grandson.

You and spider leave the hut, but not before saying goodbye to your son. You didn't like to be away from him for too long, but you were going to come back quickly. Besides, you knew he was in good hands. You left the hut, with the food you had taken and went straight to where the Ikran was. You had to be careful, you could run into anyone you knew, and you didn't want to lie anymore. "It's been a long time since I've ridden cupcake, but I think it will work" you say, laughing a little. "Ohh noo" says spider, watching you approach the creature. The ikran whines a little, but calms down when you speak to it. "Cupcake, calm down…it's me" you reach up to touch its snout, the creature calms down and you let you make the bond and ride it. "Come on, come!!!" you shout to spider, he runs and climbs up behind you. And you start traveling towards the beach, it doesn't take you long to get there.

You got a little scared, seeing that no one was in the area. Had he left or had someone happened to him? You quickly got down from the ikran, and walked quickly into the hut. Spider followed your steps, although he didn't want to show it, he was curious to know what was going on. "Quaritch?…are you there?" you enter slowly. To your surprise, the man is inside the hut, he was lying on the improvised bed. He looked better than yesterday, but he was still hurt. "Damn…he looks bad" mutters spider, walking in with you. " S-sorry…I fell asleep" Quaritch says, struggling to sit up. "No…it's okay. Just stay there. It's okay" you speak, reaching over to stroke his hair. Spider sees how confident you are with the man, apparently you really cared about him. "He's…spider," you say quietly to the thousands. You smile at spider, to get him to say something. "Yes, it's me…Y/N told me everything" speaks spider, a little uncomfortable sitting on the floor.

"Spider is going to help me…plus we'll bring you some clothes and food" you say, helping Quaritch out of bed. Spider goes to the ikran for a moment, to get the food. As he re-enters the hut, he hands you the small basket. You place it in front of Quaritch. "It's a kind of bread and fruit…it will help you with stamina" you say, stroking his cheek. You were very affectionate towards Quaritch, maybe spider saw him as a threat, but you knew him. Eywa knew him and knew he had changed. They just had to give him a chance. You watched as Quaritch took a piece of bread and fruit and began to eat. He looked quite hungry, and didn't say a word as he devoured the food.

"No one is going to take your food" scoffs spider, Quaritch looks up and laughs a little. "Sorry" Quaritch tries to eat slower. You get out of bed, and reach into your waist bag. "Look…I brought you some clothes. I'm not going to tell you whose it is…but it's going to look great on you" you place the clothes on the edge of the bed. Quaritch takes the clothes in his hands and looks at them. It was tiny for his taste. "What's this supposed to cover?" he asks, as you look at him curiously. You don't know what he is talking about for you it was normal clothes, spider laughs a little. "It's navi clothes" says spider seriously, looking at the man. "It looks like a stripper thong" says Quaritch, there is a silence between the two of you. Spider and you don't know what Quaritch is talking about. "I'm sorry… it's nothing. I'm just not used to this" Quaritch says, laughing uncomfortably.

"You don't like it?" you ask, he couldn't say the least bad thing to you. You had done so much for him, saving him from the forest. Healing him and now taking care of him. "It's strange…but it's nice." Spider laughs again, as he settles more on the ground. "Get changed…and I'll take those clothes. It's got blood on it, you're quick prey for some creatures" you say, getting up and leaving the hut. Spider follows you out, leaving Quaritch alone to change outfits. Miles looked again at the tiny piece you had given him, how he was going to arrange everything in there. You were petting your ilu hi'i, and next to you was spider. "He is very hurt" says spider, you look at him with concern. It was true, the burn wounds were very strong. The normal thing would be for mo'at to see him and cure him, but how were you going to take him to the village? It was almost impossible, your father would kill you. "Yes, I'm afraid his wounds will get infected. You think taking him to see mo'at…" spider tapped you on the shoulder. "You're crazy… no no no no" he says, getting up and shaking the sand off his legs.

"Y/N" shouted Quaritch, you get up and walk towards the hut. When you enter you see Quaritch, standing there. He didn't want to move much. "This is a little…awkward" he says shyly, settling one cheek of his butt with his hand. Spider couldn't contain his laughter, and neither could you. "It looks great on you," you say, leaning in closer to check out some burns you hadn't seen before. "You'll get used to it," says Spider, trying to comfort the man. You can tell that some of the wounds are quite swollen, and needed special care. "This looks pretty bad… why don't you rest. And I'll see what I can do. Tomorrow we'll be back" you speak, picking up a few things. "Look… here's some more food" spider brings more things, and puts them in the basket on the bed. "Thank you kid" Quaritch gives you a quality smile, and spider just shifts his gaze, rushing to your side.

"Please rest…I'll see what I can do." You say, as you start to leave the hut. Quaritch is so tired that he lies back down on the bed, his whole body aches and he was sure those wounds were bad. But he trusted you. You walked a little to the shore of the beach, to say goodbye to your ilu. "Hi'i take care of him!!!! Ok?" you give her a kiss, and walk to the ikran, to go back to the village with spider. You both stay silent on the road. When you arrive, spider gets off the ikran. "What are we going to do?" spider asks you. " I'm going to talk to mo'at…but" you say, complaining. Spider gives your hand a squeeze.

"I'm going to get the guys…when you decide to call me" spider says goodbye to you. You stand there thinking about what you were going to do, you adjust your clothes and walk to your family's hut to look for your baby. When you arrive at the hut, you see your father playing with noah't, they were playing with some paper ikran. They were the same ones you used when you were little. " Hello!!!" you say, and you see how your son laughs and raises his arms at the sight of you. "mommy is here!!!" jake lifts off the ground, taking noah't in his arms. Jake walks over to you and gives you noah't, the baby quickly hugs your neck breathing in your scent, he had that in common with neteyam. "Where were you?" jake asks, picking up the mess in the hut, "I was walking spider… it was nothing serious" you say, you think your answer was clever. Until you see jake turn and look at you.

"Honey…watch out" jake says, you giggle a little. " Dad…Please, spider is my friend" you say, as you reach over to take your dad's hand, pulling it down so he bends to your height so you can give him a kiss on the cheek. "Dad…thanks for taking care of noah't." jake hugs you, and gives noah't a kiss as he watches you leave the hut, walking to the area where mo'at was. You had to talk to her. You knew that if you did nothing, Quaritch would take a turn for the worse. You approach, and see that she is alone. This is the best time, but you don't know how to approach her.

"My child…what's wrong?" says mo'at as she continued to work with some herbs. How the hell did she know you were there. You were hoping she wouldn't notice you and you could return to your home. You decide to go inside and sit quietly with noah't between your legs. The baby quickly begins to crawl towards mo'at, his great-grandmother loved him so much. The woman took his arm, settling her great-grandson next to her, and handing him some tool to play with. "What are you going to ask me?" says mo'at looking up to confront you. You remain silent for a moment, until you decide to speak.

"Mo'at… eywa always does things with a purpose" you speak timidly. The woman stops what she is doing, and pays attention to you. "It doesn't matter if the person was ever bad" you whisper, trying not to let mo'at quite hear. Mo'at slides down a little, to take your hand and squeeze it for a moment. "My child… who are you helping?" mo'at is looking straight at you, you had no escape.

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