#comfortable in friend group and then don't branch out that much

[candy69gurl]

POV: You are Sukuna's Vessel 3

Warnings- mentions of violence

wc- 2k

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The next morning, you awake with a start, your heart racing and your sheets tangled around you.

For a moment, you can't remember where you are, the fog of sleep still heavy in your mind.

"Why am I feeling so tired?" you wonder, your mind racing as memories slowly come back to you.

You sit up, your body aching in ways it shouldn't, and you realize something, you are wet. "How is that possible? Wet dreams?", you feel odd about the whole situation.

Steeling yourself, you push aside the lingering discomfort and join your friends for training.

Gojo stands at the front of the group, his eyes scanning each of you.

"Today, we will practice controlling our Cursed Energy," he announces, his voice carrying authority. "Remember, the key is to focus your energy and direct it."

You nod, trying to concentrate as Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi join you, their presence a comforting reminder of the life you've built here.

"Alright, let's get started," Yuji says, his voice confident and encouraging.

"Focus on your breath, let it guide your energy," Nobara adds, her voice steady and calming.

Megumi nods, his eyes focused on the task at hand.

"Remember, control is key," Gojo reminds you all.

As you begin to train, Sukuna's voice starts ringing in your ears "Oi brat."

"What?" you snap, your voice sharp and defensive.

"Nothing. Just enjoying the show," Sukuna's voice says, his tone smug.

"Let me focus on my training," you hiss back, your voice shaking with anger.

"Whatever," he replies, his voice dismissive.

You turn your attention back to the task at hand, but Sukuna is still lurking in the back of your mind, "Has he done something with my body last night?", you ask yourself.

"I can't wait to do more," he adds, his voice taunting.

You grit your teeth, your anger growing with each passing moment.

"What are you talking about?" you demand, your voice shaking with emotion.

Sukuna's laughter fills your mind, his response coming without hesitation.

"Nothing", he says, his voice filled with mischief.

"That's a lie," you snap, your frustration boiling over. "What did you do last night?"

Sukuna doesn't respond, his silence as telling as his words.

"Oi Y/N you talking to yourself again?," Megumi says, his voice calm and soothing. "Focus on your breathing."

Gojo claps his hands together, his voice ringing out across the room.

"Today, we will have a friendly competition between Kyoto and Tokyo branches," he announces, his eyes scanning the group. "The person who kills most curses, that person's team going to win" he continues, his voice filled with excitement,

You exchange glances with your friends, a mix of excitement and trepidation in your eyes.

"Alright, let's get this started," Yuji says, his voice determined.

The sun dips below the horizon, the forest casting long shadows that dance across the ground.

You stand beside your friends, the scent of the woods heavy in the air, an eerie quiet settling over the area.

"Ready?" Yuji asks, his voice a mix of anticipation and nervousness.

"Let's do this," Nobara says, her voice filled with determination.

Megumi nods, his eyes scanning the area, searching for any signs of danger.

"Remember, work as a team, and don't hesitate to call for backup," Gojo advises, his voice calm

"Got it," you say, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach.

"On three, we start," Yuji counts down, his voice confident.

"One..." he begins, clenching his fist, "Two..." his eyes scanning the area.

"Three!" he shouts, and you burst into action, your Cursed Energy flaring to life.

"Fucking brat, don't stress yourself so much", a deep voice rumbles in your mind, "let them do the hardwork".

You immediately stop in your tracks, "Shut up I don't give a damn about your opinion."

Suddenly you notice, you have lost track with your friends, "S-shit they got ahead of me. It's all your fault", you grit your teeth getting mad at Sukuna.

You push aside the nagging worry and focus on the task at hand, your Cursed Energy flaring to life as you search for curses nearby.

A low growl echoes through the trees, and a massive curse steps from the shadows.

"Well, well, well," Sukuna says, his voice dripping with amusement "Looks like you found yourself a big one."

You take a deep breath, focusing on the monster curse in front of you, ignoring Sukuna's comments.

"I'll handle this," you say, your voice firm.

"Of course you will, brat," he replies, his voice filled with skepticism.

You charge forward, your feet hitting the ground with a satisfying thud, your cursed energy gathering in your hand.

"Get ready to die," you say, your voice determined.

The curse roars, its body shifting and twisting as it prepares to attack.

"Just like that, brat?" Sukuna sneers, his voice filled with disbelief.

"Shut up!" you shout, your voice shaking with anger.

You swing your fist, your Cursed Energy crackling around your hand like lightning.

The curse takes a step back, its eyes widening in surprise as you strike.

"Not bad," Sukuna says, his voice surprisingly impressed

You ignore him, focusing on the creature in front of you, its body twisting and contorting as it tries to evade your attack.

"Come on, you can do better than that," he taunts, his voice filled with amusement.

"Shut up! Will you?" you snarl, your frustration mounting.

You dodge its attacks, your body moving with fluid grace, your Cursed Energy flaring to life with every strike.

"Keep going, brat," Sukuna urges, his voice filled with excitement.

"I know what I'm doing," you snap, your voice sharp.

With a final cry, you launch yourself forward, your cursed energy swirling around your hand.

The curse crumbles to the ground, defeated, its energy fading into nothingness.

"Nice job," Sukuna says, his voice grudgingly respectful.

You ignore him, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, your heart pounding in your ears.

As if on cue, more curses appear from the shadows, their hunger and malice clear in their eyes.

You take a deep breath, your focus shifting to the new threats.

Sukuna's voice fills your mind, his tone excited and eager. "Alright, let's see what you've got, brat," he says, his voice filled with anticipation.

You draw on your Cursed Energy, your power surging through your veins as you face the new threats.

Each curse falls swiftly, their bodies breaking apart beneath your onslaught, your power growing with each victory.

"Not bad," Sukuna says, his voice filled with approval,"keep it up," he urges, his voice excited

"Stop commenting", you yell at him.

"You are lucky that the king of curses, is complimenting you", he laughs.

"King of curses my ass", you laugh back.

"Oh is that so brat?"

A sudden surge of pain courses through your limb, your vision swimming for a moment.

"Damn it," you gasp, stumbling back as the curse looms over you.

"That's a Special Grade," Sukuna says, his voice grim.

You clench your jaw, fighting to regain your footing.

"I can see," you say, your voice tinged with panic.

With a snarl, you launch yourself forward, your cursed energy crackling around your hand.

The special grade curse takes a step back, its eyes narrowing as it realizes the threat you pose.

"You're not as weak as I thought," it says, its voice filled with amusement, its body twisting and contorting as it prepares for battle.

"Oh you can speak?," you snarl.

The curse towers over you, its body twisted and grotesque, its eyes filled with malice and hunger.

It resembles a humanoid figure, but it's far from human. Its skin is grey and pockmarked, its muscles bulging with unnatural strength.

Its eyes are a deep, burning red, like the fires of hell, and its mouth is filled with sharp, jagged teeth.

Despite its horrifying appearance, there's a sense of power and menace that radiates from it, threatening to overwhelm you.

"Yes, but don't need to speak to kill you," the curse replies, your voice shaking with determination

"I will not lose," you grit out, energy crackling around your hand, you charge forward, your body moving with surprising speed and agility.

The curse meets your attack, its strength overwhelming, its power a force to be reckoned with.

"This is not going well, brat," Sukuna says, his voice filled with concern

You ignore him, your focus solely on the battle at hand.

Your attacks falter, the curse's power overwhelming, its body twisting and evading your every move, its attacks growing stronger with each passing moment.

The curse lands a crushing blow, sending you flying into a tree, the impact knocking the wind from your lungs, making your rib bones shatter.

"No," you whisper, your vision swimming as darkness creeps in, "I-I have to call for backup."

The curse looms over you, its eyes gleaming with victory. You struggle to breathe, the darkness closing in.

"You're time is up, brat," Sukuna says, his voice cold and final.

As you slip away, you feel a shift, a presence taking over your body.

Your vision fades to black, the last thing you see is the Special Grade curse towering over you, its victory imminent.

Sukuna's consciousness slips into your body, his presence filling your with an odd sense of calm.

"Ah," he says, his voice filled with curiosity, "Now, its time to have some fun."

Sukuna steps forward, his body moving with an almost casual grace, his lips curling into a smirk.

"So, this is the great Special Grade curse who took down my vessel," he says, his voice dripping with condescension

The curse snarls, its body shifting and twisting, ready to attack.

"I thought we were on the same team.. But if you don't want it get ready to die," Sukuna fixes your disheveled hair.

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna sends a blast of cursed energy towards the curse.

The curse stumbles back, its body shuddering under the force of the attack, its rage building.

Sukuna laughs, his voice filled with amusement,"Try harder (Ganbare Ganbare)" he taunts, his voice filled with malicious delight

Another blast of cursed energy erupts from his hand, the curse crumbling to the ground.

"What a disappointment," Sukuna says, his voice filled with contempt

He looks down at the fallen curse, his eyes gleaming with malice.

"You dare to attack the king of curses?" he says, his voice filled with venom

He steps forward, his foot coming down hard on the curse's neck, its body crumbling to dust.

Sukuna runs his hand through your hair, his fingers tangling in your hair "What a mess," he says, his voice filled with disgust "Gotta do something about it," he mutters, his fingers tightening in your hair.

Sukuna's cursed energy pulses through your body, the wounds from the battle healing in an instant.

"Hmph enjoyed my show huh?", Sukuna chukles, his eyes up in the night sky, spotting Momo Nishimiya, on her broom.

He watches as Momo disappears into the night, her broom a blur of movement as she rushes away,"...Sukuna inside Y/N's body? I need to tell everyone about it", her heart racing as she hurries to the seniors.

"Not so fast, little witch", Sukuna's voice flickers with amusement.

With a flick of his wrist, Sukuna's cursed energy surges forward, slashing through Momo's broom, and her body.

Momo screams, her body plummeting to the ground, her life force fading rapidly.

Sukuna's eyes squint, gleaming with malicious delight.

"I know vessel, you are going to be mad but we didn't want her to tell tales, did we?" he asks, his voice filled with mischief, "Time to switch now I guess."

As Sukuna retreats, your body collapses, you lay on the ground, unconscious, your body devoid of any wound.

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[syoddeye]

the dinner

ceo!price x reader / ~4.4k words

Parts 1, 2, 3, 4 Very special thank you to @sleepyeugene @greatstormcat and @mortuarywriting for beta-ing ♥️ Tagging: @sweetspicynoodles

CW: alcohol, oral sex

Straw. Actual straw. Collected, cut, snipped, and arranged by careful hands to ring a porcelain plate to resemble a bird's nest. A piece pokes the chicken egg in the center, and a thin drizzle of black truffle sluices from the puncture and soaks into the dry, flat bed of mushrooms.

You would do unspeakable things for a lamb samosa. 

The drinks are delicious, though the service, along with everything else, proves an adjustment. Two sips into a kir, savoring, the waiter clears the glasses, moving you into the second dish without a word. Each course you pick through transitions the same: with a person clad in a fancy little vest ferrying away three-quarter full glasses and disassembled plates you ruined in search of flavor.

Baffling. Pompous. Wasteful. 

Your work anniversary dinner. Your date with John Price.

Across the table, he dines in his own world. He methodically pierces the egg on his nest-plate-thing, peppery black truffle oozing more neatly than your own onto the mushrooms. He prepares a bite, and you trail it to his mouth. His eyes close briefly, and your lip twitches.

Holding back a sigh, you mirror him as you have the whole dinner, a plebeian to his patrician.

The conversation lulled when a former business associate of John's, wife in tow, briefly stopped at the table. You don't remember either of their names, only that their intrusion was the killing blow. Although introduced, the conversation remained limited to the three. By the time they departed for their table, the plates had changed.

John did not help the silence, seemingly content with it. While generous in material ways, the Moynat proof of that, he was stingy when it came to speaking about himself. He masterfully keeps the focus on you, with a special interest in your time at The 141 Group.

But as you reluctantly dominated the earlier conversation, you were not keen to restart it. You let the quiet continue to hold you hostage.

The server takes the remains of the cheese course, the most palatable and normal by far, and he finally speaks.

"Not a fan of French food?"

Your eyes flick up from the napkin in your lap. Unfazed, the server arranges another clean set of flatware. John's elbows rest on the table, poor etiquette for a man of his station, leaning forward until his breath makes the candle flame flicker. He doesn't move to make the server's job easier, forcing them to work around him.

You glance to the waiter, mildly comforted they seem unperturbed, then return to John's question. "I don't mind it." 

"You hardly ate."

"I don't think my palate is refined enough for this," You carefully explain. This is a free dinner. This is the head of your company. You're neither impolite nor stupid to accidentally insult the man's taste.

"I doubt your tongue's the problem," He smirks, then lowers an arm to the table and extends a hand, palm up, expectant. Grins when you take it, thumb dragging over the skin. "I'll let you pick dessert."

The profiterole is an olive branch. A delicious one, vanilla cream and chocolate exploding over your taste buds, erasing the earthiness and grit of the earlier courses. Fingers pinching the dessert's accompanying demitasse, you find John studying you. His choux untouched.

"Not a fan of sweets?" You ask, echoing him.

"Not particularly," He pushes the saucer around the candlestick. 

You take the pastry. With so much food wasted already, it'd be a shame to let the taste of paradise slip past.

The server never returns to the table. The meal ends when John informs you the car is waiting out front, and he herds you to the coat check with his hand on the small of your back. He helps you into your wool coat, murmuring, "Pity it's cold out."

You know what he means. It took hours and a FaceTime call with Jordan to pick a dress. Your friend wasn't so much of a consultant as she was a soundboard, reassuring you looked good over and over again. 

"He said he liked the green," you explained.

"Told you, big sexy pine tree," Jordan teased, voice crackling through the phone speaker.

You wore the dark emerald dress to a wedding years ago with good results. It's formal enough the maître d' didn't stop you at the door, yet simple enough in its construction that you don't feel like a peacock or a tryhard. The silky material clung comfortably to your frame but wasn't too snug and fell to your mid-calf. The slit that cut a generous distance to your thigh invited John's eyes when you slid into the car upon pick-up, followed by his hand. The dress dipped beneath your scapulae in the back, the scoop neckline traveled straight across your cleavage, and the thin straps exposed your shoulders. You feel sexy, and you know you look it, too.

The coat's lining is cool on your skin, contrasting with the heat of John's breath on the back of your neck. Your things back in your possession, he steers you to the exit.

John pulls Alex aside when you duck into the car, and the bodyguard glances over his employer's shoulder. His attention returns within the second, but a smile forms under his neatly trimmed mustache.

With that furtive look, it occurs to you you don't know what's next on the agenda. Given the lack of edible food and stilted conversation, you'd prefer to head home and tuck into the samosas you've dreamt of all evening. Bid adieu to this alternate universe where you kind of date CEOs and own expensive purses. Yet, from your limited experience with John, leaving the man's company is easier said than done.

It's as if he reads your mind.

"Night's young. Thought we might have a drink, if I haven't completely mucked this up."

You frown. "You haven't," It's unfair he gets to self-deprecate, and your immediate inclination is to comfort and dissuade him. Knowing the man could buy your building with pocket change grates against the simmering frustration in your chest. You want to go home and ditch the date, as you have others, but instead, you are agreeable. "I could use a drink."

If he registers a hint of your inner turmoil, he does not show it. The corner of his mouth lifts in a half-smile. "Good. Somewhere we need to stop first."

He looks out the window and settles a hand above your knee again. You should break the habit, even if his palm is warm and the gesture scratches an itch you don't want to acknowledge.

You observe him in the periphery. Since this situation began in the copier room, you look up John Price online every few days. He's constantly in the news, whether by mention or for a quote. Each story uses one of three photos, all from the same batch of headshots. Interestingly, he seems to avoid video interviews, though there are three or four soundbites where he's been invited to chime in by a network.

His Wikipedia page contains more information on The 141 Group than his personal life. The section itself is a measly three sentences covering his birthplace, heritage, and when he founded the company. And although you knew it was a long shot, you searched high and low across every social media platform you could think of, reactivated your Facebook, and everything. Nothing. His control over his public image seems as ironclad as his control over the company. You count yourself lucky his command extends only to work. If you wanted to exit the car at the next traffic light, you're sure he'd let you out and wish you a good night.

An idle flex of his fingers on your leg, as if he really is a mind reader, extinguishes the thought. 

Neon light punctures the tinted windows of the car. Your head swivels, and you scrunch your nose in recognition. John's brought you to a popular row of nightclubs, and fuzzy memories surge to the forefront of your mind. The taste of cheap tequila on your tongue and playing drunken therapy in crowded bathrooms. It's beyond you why John needs to stop here, but you're not opening that can of worms.

John reaches for the door handle, and your arm shoots out without thinking, curling over his forearm. 

"John, wait."

He stops immediately. "Something wrong?"

"Can I stay in the car?" You ask, eyes moving past his furrowed brow to the few clubgoers outside. "I'd prefer to stay here."

John's face slackens, and then he turns away, his shoulders heaving with a short laugh. He shakes his head and pats your thigh. "Alright, but I'll need your order."

Confusion finds its home on your face this time until John gestures with a thumb over his shoulder out the car's rear window. A bright red food truck sits behind the private car, warm light spilling onto the sidewalk. You watch a woman claim a paper tray cradling a doner kebab. The sight sinks claws into your belly.

The want must be plain on your face as John chuckles and cracks the car door open.

"C'mon. Two tiny pastries is a poor meal. I cannot, in good conscience, take you for a drink on an empty stomach."

When you order, and he reaches for his billfold, you quickly tap your phone to the register. Thanking the truck owner, you delight in the cross expression on John's face.

"You covered dinner, I assume, unless you've made an accomplice of me," You joke as you step to the side of the line with the man, your souring mood remedied with the promise of Turkish food.

John's eyes pinch as if trying to sort you out, and then his face drops into a feigned solemnity. "'Fraid so. We'll never be able to return."

"I'm gutted."

"I can tell."

The two of you stand out of the way of the groups loitering outside of the clubs. Alex hovers nearby. 

You watch the short lines with a mixture of admiration and worry. It wasn't too long ago you were one of the giggling young women forgoing proper attire to stand in lines to dance and drink. Arms linked with friends, buzzing from the pre-drink, and making eyes at whoever caught your fancy. It's surreal to be back here with John, of all people. He'd look like an ordinary man if he wasn't in a bespoke suit.

A booming voice calls your number, and you retrieve the food. His serving is massive, tricky to transfer.

"I'm starvin'," He mutters, tucking in like a dog gets after a bone.

You, no better, are two big bites into your kebab. You swallow, shielding your mouth with a palm. "I thought you liked dinner. Our first dinner."

John considers you a moment, cheek bulging slightly with a bite. Before he takes another, he smiles sheepishly. "I hate that restaurant."

The admission poleaxes, and you nearly drop the kebab back into its flimsy tray. "But…I saw you absolutely relish that egg dish. With the truffle?"

"I was keeping the sea urchin down."

"That's what that was?" Your stomach twists, suddenly persnickety, recalling the slimy, coral-pink dish preceding the egg and mushrooms. It tasted salty, but you assumed it was another type of shellfish. Mildly scandalized, a bite finds its way to your mouth, but you pause, shy of the target. "If you hate the place, why did you take me there?"

"Thought you might like it."

You snort, wiping the corner of your lips with a disposable napkin. "Well, I didn't," Despite the lightheartedness, a sliver of asperity threads through your tone, and you swipe your tongue over your teeth. "You didn't ask what I like to eat, or where I might want to go for my anniversary date."

"So this is a date."

You glare, thinking how fast Alex might react to you taking a plastic fork to your employer, shelve the twinge in your chest and settle for pointing the prongs accusingly. "You have some nerve, Mr. Price. Taking a young woman, an employee, to dinner without consulting them."

The glint in his eye sharpens in the kaleidoscopic light. "You didn't complain earlier. You didn't ask."

You rapidly lose patience. "Should I ask next time?"

His mouth curls beneath his beard. "Next time?"

That’s it. You pitch the scraps of your food, dab your mouth again, and head for the car. With a huff, you bypass a hesitating Alex and wrench the car door open, your face flaming with embarrassment and irritation. Head of the company or not, he's an ass, deliberately riling you up. When you turn around, mapping the route home in your head, John's broad form cages you between the open door and the car. A quick glance at the American, and Alex turns away, forcing you to focus on the man before you.

"John." You state simply, hoping his name's magic enough a word to compel him to step aside.

"Didn't mean any harm, doll," He rasps lowly, a hair above a whisper. "Thought the place would impress you. I should've asked, I know, but I've made up for it, haven't I?" This close, his eyes appear darker, overcast with how he's backlit.

Lump in your throat, you exhale through your nose and lick your lip, tasting paprika. "I don't appreciate being teased."

John hums. "No?" His eyes switch between yours before giving a nod of understanding. "Noted. Then I'll be direct. I'd like to take you back to mine for a drink, so we can have some privacy," His hand lifts, palm cupping your face, thumb sweeping a cheek. "Get to know each other. Talk."

Talk. Uh-huh.

It's another precipice that every bit of reason in your bones tells you to step back from. Abort, abandon ship – this man is your boss's boss. No, higher than that. A man whose net worth is a question mark in every record you find. A fragmented exasperation comes out in a sigh, more surrender than defeat. As you mused earlier, leaving the man's company is easier said than done.

~~

It's terribly stereotypical – the sleek high rise, the terse doorman, the private lift, all down to the echo of your heels clicking on dark parquet floors leading to his door, the penthouse, naturally. 

However, John's home is warmer than you thought it would be for the owner of a company. A mixture of contemporary artwork hangs throughout the foyer, living, and dining area. Designer fixtures and hardware, clean lines melding with traditional pieces, and a color palette trending darker yet somehow rustic. Despite the company's technological bent, you have yet to spot a single smart home device. Whoever he paid to design and furnish his place, you figure they made out like a bandit.

Eyes cast out of floor-to-ceiling windows, you hold a glass of a Grand Cru, a Bordeaux whose name you immediately forget when you clap eyes on the year. The taste of dark cherry and smoke feels like silk and velvet on your tongue, and you savor it. The view's not too bad, either.

"Like it?"

"It'll do."

It's maddening. Going from barely looking the man in the eye in the line for a themed cocktail at a company party to standing in his home, drinking his expensive wine after he's paid for dinner and the purse currently on his dining table. As you take in the skyline, you hold on to that thought. The umpteenth time, you ask yourself, what the shit are you doing here? This is bad. There is no rationalization. The facts are laid bare in your mind: You are younger than him, not indecently so, but enough that your parents and friends would raise a brow. You are his employee and well on the way to breaking half a dozen more rules. You are an average person with bills and debt and stand to benefit from his generosity. You see it coming, the belated realization that hits like a pile of bricks.

The words slip out. Part declaration, part self-reassurance, wholly unformed. "I'm not going to be your…sugar baby, or whatever." You take a swig, fighting a wave of embarrassment.

In the window's reflection, John rocks on his heels. "I didn't think you were. I don't want you to be."

You turn, meeting his gaze when he mirrors you, squinting at the amusement written clearly on his face. "Then why the drinks? The dinner? The purse?"

"You deserve to be rewarded."

"No, no," You insist, shaking your head and lifting a finger. "You don't do this for other employees."

"Who says I haven't?"

"Have you?"

"'Course not."

You snort into the glass and drink deep. "You're impossible. How do you run a company with that attitude?"

John grins wryly in his own glass and ignores the jab. "Mm. Is this you askin' what we're doing here?"

Usually, eye contact is easy. Now, it's a challenge. "I suppose so, yes."

"We're two people enjoying each other's company," John's eyes drag down you shamelessly, ending back on your face with a polite smile as if he didn't blatantly ogle you. "One of whom happens to be in a position to give presents, and possesses the inclination."

It's an intentionally obtuse answer. "You know what that sounds like."

"It bothers you that much? To leave things as they are?"

"'As they are'," You repeat, then venture, "Casual, then?"

John faces you completely, looming. "I prefer to call it friendly."

Your chin lifts. "And you know what human resources would call it?"

"I might have some sway there."

"You'd abuse your power for me?" You scoff.

"I'd do worse, if you asked, sweetheart."

There’s a pause, an opening, and to your surprising delight, John takes it. He leans down for a kiss.

It's a mix of restraint and fervor. John's hand cradles your jaw, deepening the kiss when he realizes you're not running for the exit. His mouth's clearly the dominant player when yours opens without prompting. Any trace of stiffness in your posture melts, and it's a good thing you're holding a half-full glass of wine because you don't know what else it would reach for or where else it would head.

"Get to know each other. Talk," John said. If this is how he wants to get to know you, you accept it, and let him take you to his bedroom.

~~

"This'll wrinkle," John rucks the sheath of your dress up to your waist, fingers appreciatively trailing down your hips until they curve beneath your knees. His eyes follow a similar path, albeit starting from your face.

"I'll bill you for the dry cleaning." You murmur, biting your lip, watching him take in the view. It's intoxicating, the shift in his breathing, the narrowing of his eyes when it reaches the pale gold silk of your thong. It's as sheer as gossamer and carefully stitched with a pretty floral design, the gusset the only solid strip of fabric apart from the band.

The look on his face makes the bit of debt it put you in worth it. 

Your smug grin collapses under the crawl of a knuckle down your covered seam, featherlight. 

He hums, hands sliding beneath the band. His eyes flick to yours, the blue cloudy with want. His turn to smirk. "This too?"

"John," You warn half-heartedly, knowing what he's actually asking, lift your hips a little, and plant your hands on the bed.

Slowly, John pulls the garment down your legs. A sharp, audible inhale escapes him when his eyes snap to the apex of your thighs, and he tosses the piece of lingerie aside.

John sinks to his knees at the edge of his bed, unhurried, clearly content to observe your sex like it's one of the expensive pieces of art in his living room. His hands return, gliding up your legs to draw circles into the patches of skin on either side of your pussy, smirking again when he hears you gasp. He remains fixated. "Look at you," he purrs, a thumb brushing through the wetness, spreading it deliberately over your clit.

His thumb continues its lazy swipes while his mouth starts kissing a trail up your thighs. You tremble head to toe, anticipation painting everything in a lush haze.

"Fuck," The curse slips out in an aborted hiss you bite back. It's annoying how easily John works you up, his nettling at the food truck to this – he's barely touched you, and speech is suddenly a weakness. Has it been so long since you last saw some action? The brief, scalding memory of your last romp in the sheets plays in your mind. Freshly broken up with, it was a half-baked rebound with a man from a bar you went to alone, stupidly, and took in like a stray dog. Rutted like one, anyway. Come morning, he'd gone, having apparently found the cash in your wallet but not your clit.

A nip brings you back to the present.

"Still with me?" 

How many times could you make a rich man doubt himself in one night? Quite the undiscovered talent to discover. "Sorry, yes," You breathe, words working their way out through a shudder, "It's been awhile."

His stroking slows, eyes narrowing at your admission, mouth tracking to its north star. 

For a moment, it seems like he might stop or, worse, ask about it. You reach a hand toward him and stop short. "Can you, just–please?"

Without another word, John parts your thighs further apart, fingers digging gently into the sensitive skin. He dips his head lower, warm breath fanning over your pussy. His broad tongue flattens and drags one long lick from your hole to your clit, circling the sensitive bud. He groans, lapping up the first droplets of arousal, huffing your scent with his nose pressing to your curls. One of his hands makes for your ass, holding you in place when you inevitably jerk from the sensation.

His tongue is a wicked thing. Fitting, given his predilection for banter.

You involuntarily cant your hips up to his mouth, his beard scraping. "John!"

His smirk stretches across his lips, and he chuckles. For a second, he pauses. It's deliciously agonizing, the sight of him licking his lip before he returns back between your legs. The delay is long enough to make the next touch of his tongue a pleasant shock.

But he stops again. "Yeah? You want more?" The question is punctuated by a swipe.

You clench at the sheer arrogance in his voice. Maybe you did like being–

"What was that earlier?" His teeth gently, gently rake over your clit. "Something about you not appreciating being teased?" His laugh is downright mean when you practically squeal.

Your face burns, leaning back on an elbow, unable to remain seated with how you shake. "John, please."

Every word laces together with amusement. "Impatient, aren't you? Just want to make this last, sweetheart."

He delves back in, and in the process, he hauls one of your legs over his shoulder. You drop the other arm back to hold yourself up. His hand on your thigh leaves its post to join his efforts, and his middle fingers slide in without preamble - no need, judging by the obscene squelch.

Your head is the next to fall back at an angle, eyes squeezing shut at the slight stretch, hips bucking when he thrusts them shallowly. Gradually pushing deeper, stroking you from the inside out. His tongue makes a slow pass over your seam, licking over where his fingers disappear, and his mouth seals over your clit.

Again, language fails. The incoherent, shattered pleas and curses erupt out of you seem to spur John on. He groans when your cunt tightens its grip on his fingers, the heat in your belly skyrocketing to the peak at a dizzying speed. You know the orgasm will hit hard if it really has been over a year since someone assisted you in reaching one.

"John, please, John," you hurtle towards oblivion, leaving human resources in the dust. You fist his bedding, knuckles flexing, and force yourself to look at him.

John's eyes are open, pupils blown, zeroed in on your face with an intensity that makes you clench once more. He grunts something in response, vaguely encouraging with his big palm on your ass, squeezing and keeping you in place.

When it crests, your back meets the mattress with a cry. John rises slightly to follow your body's momentum, tongue still working fervently, though his fingers stop. He pulls out the digits to grab the ankle of your leg over his shoulder, your own wetness painting over the joint like a brushstroke. He gently removes the limb from its perch, and his mouth slows.

The first hints of overstimulation make you whimper and clumsily reach for the crown of his head, fingers threading through short hair to pull him off.

John detaches himself from your pussy, but not without a few parting kisses. 

While you try to gather the pieces of your consciousness flung about, John retracts and stands, rubbing one of your calves. You nearly short-circuit when you meet eyes at last. He's sucking his fingers with the same care he showed at dinner. The first one. He grins.

"My dessert."

You consider chucking his own pillow at his face. The crime of a rich man using a cheap line. It's annoying you still want his cock. You reach for him, fingers hooking around his belt to pull him forward and down, a knee landing between your legs. He ducks his head to meet you halfway for a kiss, your tongue licking over the seam of his mouth, tasting yourself. You kiss and kiss and kiss until your lungs hurt. Now that he's broken your dry spell, it's open season. 

Only, he puts a stop to it, pulling back when you unfasten his belt buckle. He cups your face. "I'd rather focus on you right now, sweetheart."

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. "That's not–You don't have to…"

"Hm, I want to see how many times I can make you come tonight." His other hand toys with the thin strap of your dress. "Should get this off you, before I ruin it."

The dress is a lost cause, as with any intention you had of sneaking out in the middle of the night. The dress joins your underwear, and you spend the rest of the evening learning just how generous John Price can be.

[bayothemayo]

ORAAAAAA!!!!!!! ⊂( ´ ▽ ` )⊃ GUESS WHOS BACK FOR ROUND 3 BBYYYY HEHEHE ~ ☆ (hope it's okay, if not then SHHH KEEP THIS REQ STASHED SOMEWHERE) but I'd like to req: Akira Kurusu x Motherly!Reader, where they first met cos Reader was worried about him during his time in Shujin, and stuck around him during his first few days there (kind of like Ryuji/Morgana in a way during the first arc of the game (?)). Fun and simple idea of Reader being the mum friend to the whole PTs group after (or when) she finds out about them and their identities, while also being completely oblivious to her own well being IF she ever became part of the group. I'd also like it if the HC starts off Platonic and slowly turns to Romantic? Where Akira realizes his feelings and tries confessing to Reader BUT Reader still viewed him in a platonic way?? branch whatever ideas you can come up with for this idm AND AGAIN TYTTT AND SLAY AS ALWAYSSSS !!!!!!!!! ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

Guardian of the Phantom Thieves (Akira Kurusu x Motherly! Reader)

Even before you met Kurusu and the rest Phantom Thieves, you were respected in the school.

Teachers and students respect you for helping them out and tutoring them.

When Kurusu joined the school you got worried about him, due to people being afraid of him due to his background. You offered to help him with whatever he needed and gave him a tour around the school. You stayed by his side for around a week or two due to his situation.

Kurusu always comes to you if he needs help with his work or advice.

When you are not busy, either it being with helping people out or dealing with homework, you two hang out. It is mostly a chill type of hangout.

It took you some time to find out that your friends were the Phantom Thieves. When you found out, you were mostly worried about them. Yeah, they are THE Phantom Thieves...but you were worried about them. Worried that they can get too hurt or overwork themselves. After they send out a Calling Card, you text them after a little bit (you don't want to stress them out before them doing something big) asking if they are doing okay, if they are seriously injured, if they need any help with something, etc.

Something that you do after they finish a big job is that you make them treats. They have no say in the matter other than what treats they want.

With all these things that you do for Kurusu and the other Phantom Thieves, he appreciates you. A lot. Maybe too much for it to be platonic.

When he realizes that he has developed feelings for you, he starts to think to himself about how this is going to affect you two's relationship. After some hard thinking, and maybe asking for advice from Ann or maybe even Morgana, he decides to confess to you.

If you reject him and want to keep the relationship platonic, he would be heartbroken but he would understand how you feel and is still happy to keep the friendship.

If you accept his confession, he will be over the moon. Once you two become a couple, there is going to be a whole lot of comfort, snuggles, and more tasty treats involved.

~ When You Become A Phantom Thief ~

You most likely be more of a support member of the team like Morgana. Yeah, you have some attacks, but your main skill is the buffs and healing.

You were excited to be in the Phantom Thieves since you get to be more involved and help out more directly.

Since you found out that snacks can heal your teammates, you make some more snacks and find better ingredients for better results.

Sometimes you overwork yourself, you can't help it . Akira notices this and, caringly, scolds you. It took some time but eventually, you got the issue fix. If it didn't it would definitely end up bad in one way or another.

You are a supportive member of the Phantom Thieves and you couldn't be more proud.

But you are more proud of your friends. 😊

[astvrook]

洪水 | YANDERE THEMES | JUNGWON.

once, your teacher gave an explanation of altitude sickness or mountain fever, defining it as a claustrophobic reaction when a person began to spend too much time cooped up with others, and it could manifest itself when people ascended to very high altitudes, starting with symptoms such as headaches, fatigue or nausea, and eventually causing harm to themselves or others around them.

he seemed, evidently, to know what he was talking about, so that you believed him, and your mind focused on that ancient explanation as you struggled with the events that, during a «apparently harmless» winter holiday with your friends at the cabin, began to make sense when you started having nightmares about their deaths.

"do you think i'm out of my mind?" you asked jungwon, your best friend, after a terrible night full of incessant screaming.

alas, he hesitated too long to answer. yet he could see your muscles tense with fear and smiled at you. "i don't know," he said, glancing at you pityingly and falling silent again as if a clock were ticking over his head. "just know that some places are like people, too much they get inside your head."

after all, the hut belonged to his family and, as far as you knew, he went every winter to stay with them more than 20 miles from the nearest town. jungwon's grandmother, before seeing you two off, tried to reassure you by mentioning that, as they had a good income, they were always stocking the larder with food and water, everything was close at hand and easy to get without having to leave, except that things began to change when they mentioned over the radio that the roads were closed because of a severe storm, perhaps one of the biggest that had occurred in years.

at high altitude, air felt different, and the group started to behave differently, so the fights between everyone started, first because of differences in personalities, then because of the cold and then because of hunger, starting to behave like badly socialised people, because you had to keep well fed if you wanted to be happy. indeed, one of them started complaining about your relationship with jungwon, pointing out to everyone how annoying it was that he shared his room with you (which was the best) and wrongly accusing you of having food kept, which kept the others from being fed and they started exaggerating about the severity of the situation they were subjected to.

then you began to miss the rustling trees that surrounded you in the city, those birds scattering from the branches, flapping their wings wildly as they fled, wishing (for the first time) that you were one of them with all your might, and if phone communications hadn't been cut off because of the heavy snowfall, you would have immediately called the first number you had saved for help.

"guys, can complain all you want and hope that someone around here for «miles around» will listen." jungwon commented, mocking your friends' desperation, before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into the room, declining to play the same game.

"what was the point of us all getting mad at each other?" you pressed your lips together at your own words, listening as the silence fell over you, thick and heavy. "my stomach is growling too."

rather than rest at your side, jungwon showed leadership once again and made a point of leaving the room, but not before locking it so that no one could interrupt your rest, meaning you couldn't leave, though you didn't mind. you were weak, and while could stand for the moment, it didn't mean you always could, so you decided to listen to him, for it wasn't so far-fetched to find comfort in the smell of his pillow.

some hours passed, maybe six, when again you heard footsteps behind the door, but every time you turned your body, jungwon never came to open it. exhausted, you decided to rest for a while longer, until you heard a vibration in the mattress beneath you. a dull thud. and, as you stood up, still sleepy and checked under the bed, you found the device hidden in a hole in the mattress. "how—?" took the device between your fingers and saw that the signal did indeed work, staring at it for a moment with something akin to confusion mingling with betrayal brewing inside you.

"are you up?" then jungwon asked, knocking on the door through the wood. his voice was raspy, likely from exposure to low temperatures, but it didn't make you feel safe like it used to.

"yes, i'm coming!" you had to raise your voice to be heard over your chest that was threatening to close up in panic. left the mobile phone where you found it and crossed your arms over your chest, struggling to retain some warmth and stop shivering, not from the cold, but from the knowledge that you had to tell the others soon and, even if it hurt, charge jungwon for keeping it hidden from you.

because you knew the rules of survival, therefore you refused to be like those animals in the forest who chewed off their own paws to escape, or perhaps for fear of defending yourself.

your eyes darted to the door when the lock was opened, and followed jungwon's body in front of you, landing on the snowflakes covering his coat. "do you feel better?" he asked.

well, you couldn't answer because you didn't know at the time; you would have said whatever jungwon wanted you to say. had he wished you to say that you were delighted to see him, you would have said so, even if it was untrue. but instead, you just replied, "maybe. i'm so hungry."

as he left the threshold by the bedroom door, he moved so close that you could reach him, grabbing your cheeks and letting them rest in his hands. his face changed then, from worried cat to bright-eyed domestic kitten, and the sudden curve in his lip made you tense as you took your time to breathe.

"we'll sort that out at this moment." your eyes met, and the thick feeling of fear dissipated in you, like panic, at the mention of food. "come to me, (y/n)."

aside from the furious gurgling in your stomach, you followed him silently, staring at the kitchen table like the clock inside it. it seemed more than six hours had passed since everyone had left. when you smelled the scent of food, you let out a sound of satisfaction and clung tighter to jungwon's hand, tucking your lower lip between the teeth.

"does that expression on your face signify that you're content?" his movements paused for a second before he resumed, stowing what appeared to be bags inside the freezer.

surprised you weren't fighting, and you concentrated even more on following the steam from the frying pan with your eyes. "how did you make it?"

without answering you, jungwon bit the tip of your nose lightly, then suddenly, as you began to realise that the bags contained enough meat for the winter, the oxygen in the room faded and froze your breath, for as the hours passed, your friends did not return.

and you realised that, from then on, it would only be the two of you for a long time.

LISTA MAESTRA DE ENHYPEN

[iron-rose-art]

Have you seen the hex monty plush that's coming out who knows when.

HE'S GOT HIS BASS

And comes with a collectors card

Also quick question how do you feel about swamp monster monty, part of me wants him to kidnap me and put me in a nest he built.

OH! MY GOD NO I HAVEN'T SEEN THAT PLUSH AND I LOVE HIM

The plush looks so dorky and I love him and his lil bass. And I know Monty would argue he looks cooler than that pfft. And that trading card 👀🫴 I love that it's his chase "scene" in the beginning of SB

And swamp monster Monty that kidnaps you 👀👀👀 yes please

Sounds perfect for Halloween season tbh

(I didn't follow the prompt but I got inspired)

🐊 You're convinced to go camping with your friends even though you've never been someone that goes outdoors too much

🐊 Sure you love mother nature but you love her too much to step into her territory when you don't know shit in how to handle yourself. So you stick with your friend group, jokingly telling them to fuck off whenever they tease you when you jump from a weird noise outside.

🐊 But you swear you hear the deep bellows of something whenever you stray a little too far from the group to look into the large body of water you guys found. You swear you can feel something watching you. It's not human and you feel oddly comforted by the fact.

🐊 You're snapped out of whatever trance you've put yourself into whenever you hear a blood curling scream coming from your friends.

🐊 Your blood runs cold while your heartbeat is pounding in your ears. Your breathing is becoming heavier with every passing second, hands trembling as the signals in your brain to stay or go help try to fight for control.

🐊 Another scream and your body makes that decision for you. Running off pure instincts, you bolt back to where the group last was. A sturdy and hefty looking branch was picked up by you as you go back. Because you may not be much of a fighter, but damn will you go down fighting for your friends.

🐊 Gone from your mind was the thought of being watched. But it didn't forget about you

🐊 In fact, you going back to protect your "pack" solidified it in his head that he had to be by your side now. You were an intriguing little human and he wanted nothing more than to take you back to his nest. After helping you protect your pack, of course.

I went a little more horror movie trope. "Final girl" YN saving your friends from this weird ass killer in a yellow suit and getting help from Swamp Monster Monty and being all "you know what, after we get out of this, sure fuck it! Take me back to your nest!"

If y'all couldn't tell, this got away from me whoops!

Listen! I'm a big sucker for 'Im attracted to your looks but your actions made you hotter and now I'm down bad' and I feel like that fits Monty in any universe

[blue-slxt]

Our Song Cord: What About The Way We Kiss The Same?

(Chapter 3)

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

A/N: Welcome to the filth lol. I don't really have a whole lot to say about this chapter. It's just smut lol. I hope you enjoy! Every chapter title is a song reference so if you know the song, you get a cookie. I really really appreciate feedback so comments and reblogs are heavily encouraged. All characters are aged up.

Series Masterlist

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Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: Friends to Lovers, Smut, Heat Cycle, Masturbation, Oral (M receiving), P in V, Belly Bulge, Creampie, Knotting, I think that's it

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Your heat proves to be more than you're able to handle on your own. So you turn to the only person you can.

You get little to no sleep through your night. You’ve long abandoned your loincloth seeing as how you soaked through it hours ago. And now you have a huge wet spot on your sleep mat right under you. You’ve had short periods of reprieve where you took the chance to eat your utumauti and rest your eyes for as long as your body will allow. The herbs you got from Kiri aren’t working like they normally do. They usually let you get a couple of hours between the waves of desire, but now you’re lucky to get even one solid hour without needing to bury your fingers inside of yourself again. It’s so much worse this time and the intensity is only growing with the passing hours.

Before you know it, the whole day has dragged by in a hazy blur. The only thing you’re able to fully process is the deep, ravenous hunger inside of you that wants to rip through your body. It’s getting painful. You need something, anything to take away this agony. Your mind isn’t thinking clearly and you know that, yet, you can’t do anything to stop the ideas that start to seep in like a thick fog. It’s about dinner time and the whole clan should be gathered to start eating. You manage to pull on a new loincloth and weakly walk yourself out of your home.

You do your best to fly under the radar which is difficult with your pheromones assaulting the senses of every male Na’vi you pass. You decide it’s best to go through the trees to stay on the edge of the crowds. You climb up and cautiously jump from branch to branch moving in the same direction as the groups of people. When you reach the spot where everyone is gathered for dinner, you search and scan for Neteyam. You finally catch sight of him talking with Kiri, Lo’ak, and Layao. His arm is resting comfortably around her waist and his hand is sitting on her hip. It makes your body burn, but not in the good way.

You need to get his attention without attracting too much attention to yourself. If you get too close, everyone will smell you. But you can’t call out to him either. You have to think quick, time is ticking on your hormone clock. An idea pops in your mind, your signal. You and Neteyam would imitate an animal call to signal to each other when you needed to be discreet. It comes in handy when hunting or on missions. You cup your hands around your mouth and let off a high-pitched chirp in his direction. No one else even blinks brushing it off as a creature in the night, but Neteyam notices it. You can see how his eyes search around for the source of the call. While he’s scanning, you do it one more time and he finally starts looking up. His brows furrow together when he spots you. He doesn’t know why you’re hiding or why you needed to use your signal to get his attention, but he knows it must be something important.

You wave your hands and point in the direction behind you towards the shack hoping that he understands your message. He confirms by nodding his head one solid time at you and then he watches you disappear off into the trees. Neteyam politely excuses himself away from the group. He uses the excuse of forgetting that he was supposed to survey a part of the forest where a tip came in about some sky people. He reassured them that he’d be back soon and takes his leave. It was a believable enough excuse that no one questioned him about it and he was able to sneak away to come meet you by the shack.

Somehow through your lusty haze, you find your way to the old shack and nervously pace back and forth waiting for Neteyam to reach you. This is crazy. There’s no way he’ll agree to something like this. But then again, I mean, this is where this was always leading, isn’t it? Isn’t this just the natural progression of things? But he might reject you because of your heat. But now that you realize how you really feel about Neteyam, you don’t want it to be anyone else but him. All of these thoughts swirl around your head so much that they distract you from the sound of a twig snapping under the weight of an approaching Neteyam.

“Are you ok—” he cuts his own thought short as he gets closer and he smells the air around you. It smells like sweet sap from trees and exotic flowers. The smell tickles the back of his head and sends a shiver down his spine. And he realizes, “Your heat is here…”

You shift uncomfortably from one foot to the other hoping to try and create some kind of friction between your thighs and only offer him a nod as a response.

“Well, why aren’t you at home right now? Aren’t you supposed to be riding it out?” his face and voice are full of concern. For whatever reason that you won’t attempt to make sense of right now, that fact makes you hot.

“I—I can’t, Teyam. It’s so much worse this time. None of my usual stuff is working. I need your help. Please.”

“But, what am I supposed to do?” A pause as the question hangs between you while you wait for him to catch on. “I need you to help me, Teyam. Please.”

His face flushes and his ears stand straight up finally clicking it into place what you were asking for. “O-Oh…”

Seeing his face now, you’re starting to regret this decision. Your eyes start to dart around feeling very insecure. “It’s fine if you don’t want to. I just figured that this was kind of where this whole thing was heading anyways. And I know that your ceremony is approaching so I kind of just figured the timing works out. But maybe this was silly. I just didn’t know who else to turn to and—” A pair of big hands on your face break your train of thought as your eyes find Neteyam’s. There’s a long moment where he just holds your gaze. Your tongue swipes across your bottom lip trying to add some kind of moisture back to your mouth that suddenly feels very dry. It’s probably because you didn’t even realize that you were panting at this point. Chills run through your veins as he stares at you. He finally leans in to kiss you and your body feels the first real wave of relief you’ve felt this whole time. It’s short lived though when he pulls away from you and your lips try to chase his to hold on the feeling. When your eyes flutter open to look at him, there’s a look in his eyes that you can’t fully comprehend its’ meaning right now, but none of that matters when he says, “I’ll do it.”

You could cry from happiness at his answer. You throw your arms around him and bury your face into his chest. “Thank you, Teyam. You really are the best there is.” And with that, you let your senses dissipate down to your bare bone, carnal instincts. Neteyam does his best to not show how flustered he actually feels. Especially once you start just subconsciously rubbing yourself against him. It feels like you need to drag every inch of your skin across his. He smells and feels so good. You just want to bathe yourself in this delectable smell. He clears his throat above you, “So, what do you need?”

Your hand automatically slides down his torso and past his tewng to grab his already stiff dick. You’re not sure which one of you shudders more at the contact. “Ahh…I need this.” Your free hand finds the knot keeping his loincloth around his hips and fumbles a bit at untying it, but you get it done. His dick springs up and slaps his stomach with a very audible thump. Your mouth is violently salivating while you drop to your knees in front of him. You can feel how your body is craving his. With no hesitation, you take him into your mouth and move your head at a steady pace.

When you look up at Neteyam, he can’t bring himself to hold your gaze for longer than a second. The sounds you’re making swallowing his dick are too much. You momentarily pop off him.

"You gonna fall in love with me, Teyam?" you say dragging the flat of your tongue up his full length and lightly sucking over his slit. Your tone is teasing not fully realizing just how loaded of a question that really was. You need his touch. Need to feel his hands on your body all over. You grab both of his wrists and guide his hands to rest on top of your head and use your fingers to urge him to take hold of your hair while you slide him back into your mouth. All the while, your eyes never leave his face. Watching his face contort with pleasure while you made him feel good was making electricity run up the back of your neck.

Neteyam’s perfectly polished self-control is gradually fading from his body when his hips start to buck forward into your awaiting mouth meeting your movements. You moan at the small tug of his fingers in your hair. Every push forces more of his length into your mouth until your nose is almost touching his pelvis. Your eyes roll feeling your slick pool in your tewng. Your pussy is getting needier with every suck and slurp. But you need to taste him. That sweet utumauti flavor. It’s a need you can feel deep in your bones.

His eyes close relishing in the feeling of his approaching orgasm. “Oh, Eywa, I’m close. Should I pull it out?” he tries to get the question out quickly before he can’t hold it back anymore. Much to Neteyam’s eye-rolling pleasure, you hum out ‘mm mm’ around him while gently shaking your head back and forth. “A-ah, if you…hng, do that…” his hips stutter in your mouth when his thick, hot seed shoots into the back of your mouth. His delicious flavor explodes over your tongue and it makes you feel like you could almost cum without even being touched yet.

A deep, guttural groan leaves his throat as you eagerly keep sucking his release out of him. You’re so desperate to get every last drop of him. So much so that he doesn’t even get the chance to get soft before he’s fully stiff again. He has to fully grab you by your hair and pull you off of him before you drive him to the point of overstimulation. You’re panting looking up at him. His eyes are soft, but the way his pupils have overtaken the color in his eyes tells you the truth of his desire.

Your fingers start to rub against your clothed cunt that was just begging for attention. “Please, Nete…I need you inside me…”

Self-restraint has now fully become a thing of the past. In fact, Neteyam was pretty sure in this moment that he didn’t even actually know what those words even meant. He couldn’t remember. They feel like a foreign concept in his mind right now. I mean, how could he possibly think about restraining himself when your voice is dripping with all the sweetness of a ripe yovo fruit calling out the name that he only liked to hear from your mouth? He didn’t stand a chance and you both knew it.

He crouches in front of you to capture your lips in another heated kiss. The taste of his mouth mixes with the taste of his cum still fresh on your tongue and it’s disorienting. He swallows the moans you let out against his lips. His hands fidget with the knot on your tewng until it finally falls from your hips. An absolutely shameless moan falls from your lips when his fingers come into contact with your core. He easily slips two fingers inside of you and, while it makes your hips jerk, it’s not enough, not tonight when you’re feeling needier than ever. It takes all your will power to pull your lips away from his so that you can lie on your back. Your hands push your top out of the way to expose your chest and you spread your legs for him.

Neteyam is left awestruck staring down your most intimate area. The way your skin is shining from being covered in your slick and the slightly pink color peeking between your royal blue skin. Not to mention the tanhì speckled around your mound and converge perfectly above your clit. It’s his first time seeing it so clearly and he can’t help but think how pretty you look. His tail excitedly thrashes behind him and he just feels stuck.

“Nete, don’t stare. It’s embarrassing.” Your hands cover your face hoping to hide the blush coloring your face. You don’t look at him yet, but you can hear him shuffle around in front of you. His body slides in between your still open legs and he uses one hand to move yours from in front of your face so that you have to look at him. His face is so close to yours and his eyes are peering down at your lips making you part them slightly. There’s so much you want to say to him, but the words never find you. They don’t feel like enough to fully convey what you feel so you let your body do all the talking for you.

Your arms fall around his neck and pull him back into a kiss. One of his hands stays planted next to your head to hold himself up while the other is softly gripping your hip. His tip is just barely brushing against your clit and it makes you whine helplessly as your hips rut up trying to meet him. You take it upon yourself to line him up with your entrance. His hips chase the warmth of your body and he pushes into you slowly. Your back jumps to arch up against him when the head pops in. The stretch is just on the very edge of being painful, but not quite all the way. Your face nuzzles into the crook of his neck as his arms come up to cradle around your head while he keeps slowly stroking his full length into you. Your nose lingers around his scent gland and you breathe in big, heady lung fulls of his scent. His lips kiss at your gland right below your ear and normally, this would be something you would both avoid, but your need is too great. You decide you'll deal with whatever the fallout is later, but for right now, you need to have him completely be yours.

When he bottoms out in you he just holds himself there letting you and him adjust to all the new sensations you’re both experiencing. He’s so big and deep in you that there’s a small bump protruding through your stomach almost reaching your navel. The pain is almost gone, but you can’t wait for it to fully subside.

“N-Need you to move, Nete.” Your hips are already grinding up into him searching for some kind of friction that can hopefully finally scratch that itch. When he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, you can feel how every inch drags perfectly against the spongey part of your walls sending you jolts of satisfaction. And now you question how you’ll ever survive another heat cycle without a partner to help you through it like this.

“Mm…Ahh. Faster. It’s okay.” You reassure him.

“Is this good?” he asks speeding up his pace. The lovestruck expression on his face is overwhelming while he makes you feel oh so fucking good.

Your pussy spasms and hugs tight around his cock that’s buried to the hilt inside of you. “Mhm! Ah, that’s good.” Somehow, you still want more. You don’t know how much closer you could get, but your skin is burning for more of his touch. You lead one of his hands to hold one of your breasts, “Touch me, Nete.”

It’s like your words flip some kind of switch for him. His fingers start to massage the soft skin under his touch. You watch the physical change on his face as his whole demeanor relaxes and he lets himself give in to his urges. His eyes are still soft on you, but the nerves are gone. There’s not a hint of hesitation left to be found. He starts to give you long, deep strokes filling the air with the loud squelching sounds of your pussy being stretched for the first time.

Neteyam’s voice drops to a low, hushed tone whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“You feel so good, ma txe’lan. Oh, I want you so bad.” His pace gets faster as he speaks. You can hear his voice and you hear the words, but the meaning behind his words gets lost on the trip from his lips to your ears. The only thing you can think about is how he’s now fully pounding into your cervix and his sweet, sweet smell filling your dizzy head. Your hands claw at his back feeling the building tension in your core begin to tighten.

"Hng...you're taking me so well. Doing such a good job."

“Ah! Neteyam! Yes!” Your pussy clenches around every inch and ridge of his dick as he fills you making him suck in a sharp breath.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” You can feel the swell of his knot starting to come in at the base of his cock. Feeling the constant knock of it against you sends you into a purely instinct-driven frenzy.

“Aah! Haah! HaAH! Fuck, I’m going to cum!” your legs are starting to tremble around his waist signaling your impending release. “I need…need your knot.”

His eyebrows scrunch together feeling unsure. You notice the look on his face and place your hands on either side of his face before he can protest. “Please knot me, Nete. Ahhhh…I need it so bad. Pleeeeaaase.” Your begging is nothing short of pitiful, but for Neteyam, he’s never been more aroused in his life. How is he ever supposed to deny his most precious girl what she wants when she’s literally begging for it? He knows he can’t.

His arms wrap completely around your middle and hold you against his body, fully lifting you off the ground balancing your combined weight on his knees and his lips attack your exposed throat. “S-Shit, I’m gonna make sure you take it.”

His knot prods at your opening struggling to fit the extra size in. When you shift your hips under him and spread your thighs just a little bit wider, it pushes in with ease. The extra size makes you want to scream, but Neteyam’s lips find yours just in time to muffle the sound. It throws you into the deep end of your orgasm and he watches as you come undone in his arms. The continual rolling of his hips against yours gives him just what he needs to reach his own high as his cum spills directly into you. His fingers hold you with bruising strength feeling the most intense release he’s ever had.

It’s hot like fire inside of you, but it ironically puts out the flame of your heat. Stars spot your vision as you reach your peak and ride it out clenching around Neteyam’s intruding length. Your body goes limp in his hold, but he still keeps you close. When you both come down, you stare into each other’s eyes letting the reality settle in your minds.

Neteyam is the one to finally break the silence, “Um, w-was that good?” his voice is small and unsure.

“That was perfect, Teyam. Thank you.” A euphoric smile sits on your face feeling the blissed-out afterglow wash over you.

He tries to shift his hips back out of you, but you both quickly realize that that’s not an option just yet when you wince a little in pain.

“I don’t think I can pull out of you without hurting you.”

“Yea. I guess we’re stuck like this for a while.” You say while you both look down at where you were still connected. Neteyam pulls back so that he’s sitting upright and brings you with him so that you were now straddling his lap. Your mind still isn’t fully coherent as now, instead of your body seeking a heated, lustful touch, you now only wanted comfort and compassion. Seeking out that safety, you let yourself cuddle into Neteyam’s chest and your body purrs with content.

His hands rest on your back and draw little shapes into your skin with his fingertips. He tries to focus on not immediately getting hard again, which only halfway works, and watches the sky in contemplation about his life and what he truly wanted.

It feels like the longest time that you both just sit there physically tied together and feeling the nirvana of the skin-to-skin contact while you wait for his knot to go down enough for him to slide out of you. Even when it does and he pulls out, you still stay holding onto each other for a few more minutes, neither one of you really wanting to turn back to reality after the time-suspending experience you just shared.

When you both get dressed Neteyam offers to walk you back home in case you were still feeling disoriented from your heat, but you assure him that you are fine enough to make it home on your own. You remind him that he needs to get back to dinner before people start to come looking for him.

“Thank you, Teyam. For everything. You really saved me.” You say only half-joking. Even though you know that you would have survived your heat somehow, when you were in the thick of it, it didn’t feel that way.

“Who’s the mighty warrior? Come on, say it.” He teases his signature line with a lighthearted lilt to his voice and a playful smile. You lightly shove his shoulder and scrunch your nose at him. At the same time, your heart can’t help but sputter in your chest. You quickly, without thinking, press a kiss to his cheek and turn on your heels to run home. “Good night, Teyam!”

Neteyam stands frozen in place, stunned. His face flushed and his tail swayed wildly behind him. His chest squeezes with the thought, the hope, the hunch that maybe, just maybe…you loved him too.

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Small Art Dump

This isn't all that I've done since last month, but these pieces are the ones that I feel comfortable sharing.

First piece was a pretty old one(Few months ago??). I was practicing drawing male portraits since I pretty much suck at them. I think I'm improving!

And what's this? Two OCs that have never yet seen the light of day? And they're not even part of the Starfield Voyagers? Yep, I have HSR OCs that aren't members of the Starfield Voyagers; I feel it's more fun to have characters interact that are from separate groups.

The man at the top of the page is named "Velli," and he is the leader of the Mirror Holders(and a former Bezxyk fw Svrlkp) and also an old friend of Philomina's.

The man in the middle calls himself John Doe. "John Doe," also known as the Sloven Detective, is the head for the Investigative Branch for Talia's Policing Department(subject to change) but would rather be dilly-dallying in town with a cigar in hand. I drew a mini-comic of his dynamic with Philomina; I'm nearly finished with it!

The man at the bottom is Lucius. If you don't know who Lucius is, he's the butler for the Starfield Voyagers.

Next art is Philomina. I decided to color in the game icon that I drew a few weeks ago because I liked it so much. Unfortunately I'm still trying to figure out her colors...

Final piece is, you guessed it, another HSR OC. Haven't really named him yet but his species is known as Wickheads, with their most defining feature being the candle that is in place of their heads. I'll create a separate post on the biology of Wickheads or something adjacent.

Fun facts about the Wickhead:

He's a traveling journalist

He has a student that travels alongside him

He follows the Remembrance(Hmm, why is he burning that picture..?)

Welp, that's all for now!

remember, the Bunny is Sleeping

[polyamzeal]

Hi. I saw you give advice before and I was hoping you could do the same for me. No pressure to though. Thank you for your blog by the way, I'm pretty new to this and it has been helping me a lot.

My partner and I opened our relationship up a few months ago and he started dating a friend he's known for a few years. I've met her before as his friend before they started dating, and also as sort of a branch of the friend group. But I would not call the two of us friends, just acquaintances.

I'm new to poly and I've done reading and research and I'm very aware of my position as the girlfriend who was part of the original couple. I've been trying my best to be a better person than I really am but I don't really know what to do. I want to make her comfortable and I want to make my partner happy but I feel like sometimes I end up overextended and hurt. But I don't know if thats just because I'm being selfish. I don't want to be controlling or demanding; I want to support their relationship. I just worry I'm not a good enough person to do so.

I will admit I have a lot of jealousy issues and insecurity issues, but I try not to bother my partner with it, and I refuse to even let my meta know about it. I always encourage my partner to spend time with her and not me whenever she's with us in a group setting (house parties, etc) because I live with my partner and we get to see each other any other time. I also avoid my partner and don't show affection to him when she is around because I don't want to make her uncomfortable by "staking a claim" or anything like that. So I end up ignoring him or pushing him away when he reaches out to hold my hand or hug me. He has told me he feels hurt by this but I've explained to him my reasoning.

The other day the three of us hung out. I was under the impression that she wanted to talk so I encouraged it but there was some miscommunication and it ended up turning out to just be a group hang out between me, my partner, and my meta. We went to grab lunch and he chose to sit with her instead of me and it hurt a little but it's literally something I would have told him to do so who am I to complain. But we didn't end up doing our usual ritual of sharing each others' food because I didn't want to make my meta uncomfortable and I didn't know how she would feel about cross contaminating spit because my food came last and they had already shared with each other. I felt kind of left out because I didn't get to do what I normally did with my partner while watching them do what I would normally do.

Afterwards we went to a bookstore to walk around but it was so crowded that moving as a group was pretty impossible so I split myself off from them. I was already feeling the third person on the sidewalk effect because I was the third person and I was feeling a bit lonely at this point. I figured it would be two birds one stone to just let them spend time together and I would get to nurse my hurt away from them by pretending I was going on an adventure by myself. At this point the idea of going out by myself sounded more appealing than hanging out as a group. And I continued to distance myself when we went to grab dessert. I saw her hugging and leaning her head against my partner's chest while we were waiting in line so I just physically turned away and determinedly scrolled my phone instead.

Long story short I felt like I was third wheeling their date but I don't know if it was because it was in my head: these were just friendly things they were doing in a friend group situation and I was reading too much into it. Or if it was because I was inflicting it upon myself: my policy of no affection and trying to make myself scarce when they could spend time together causing me to feel isolated. Or if it was because it really was the case that I was third wheeling them. Am I justified for being hurt here or am I just being jealous? This is a genuine question.

My partner's dream is to live in a big house with a group of friends. This would include me and my meta. This would also mean I would not show my partner affection unless we were in the privacy of our own room. Am I taking it too far? Would I be controlling or demanding to say I do not want my meta living with us? I don't want to be the "girlfriend that has veto power from the original relationship" I really don't. I want to support him but I think I would be miserable living in a house where I cannot be affectionate with my partner. Am I supposed to move out so they can live together instead?

I'm sorry for bothering you with all these questions. Again, no pressure to answer. I just don't know if I can do poly without having some sort of hierarchy where I am the primary of this relationship. I want to get married to my partner and that is a deal breaker for me. Does that make me bad at poly? I don't know what to do. I don't know if there's a resolution where everybody can be happy.

It sounds like there are a lot of assumptions being made here about the metamour. I would be very curious to know the metamour's experience with non-monogamy and just her overall thoughts on he relationship. She got into a relationship with your boyfriend knowing he already has a girlfriend. So unless if she is truly trying to cowgirl him and steal him away from you (it doesn't sound like she is) then I am sure she is making allowances too as to not step on your toes. So I think you have 2 options here.

1- You go full parallel polyamory. When he sees her, you don't see either of them. When you see him, she is not around. This style gets a bad reputation sometimes but it is a legit style that does work for some people and it might be what your needs want.

2- All three of you need to have an emotional conversation about what intimacy looks like when all together. Explain to your metamour that you want to be able to touch your boyfriend and not feel like you are trying to hurt her. That you want them to be cute with each other but sometimes it will make you a little jealous and how you can all cope with that. Definitely not saying you and your metamour need to be best friends that hang out together without your mutual partner but you are both on the same team so that will require a little more communication and just working together. That isn't going to happen if everybody is too scared to talk about jealousy or insecurities outloud.

One last thing. Don't be afraid to show your character faults, that is part of being in a relationship with someone. You should be telling your partner that you feel jealous or insecure. Do so when he is in a good headspace to talk about it and be clear that just because you are feeling those things that isn't a demand for him to change his behavior. Just let him know that it is happening and you are working through your feelings. It is very likely that you can both come up with fair compromises that keep everybody happy.

[chipmunkfanno1love]

Branch and Floyd brotherly duet

Branch and Floyd definitely are my favourite sibling duo out all of the sibling duos in the Trolls franchise. Their brotherly love for each other is so tender and sweet, and their moments as youngsters were particularly adorable. I can't wait to see more moments with them as adults later in the franchise. I'd love to see how their relationship has grown now that they're both adults.

One thing I would really love to see in future films and/or shorts is them singing a duet together. Not only because I think their voice actors Justin Timberlake and Troye Sivan would sound amazing together, but also because I believe it would show how tender their relationship is through music.

I could see it either as a flashback with them as youngsters and/or a duet of them as adults. Both is my preference.

Branch and Floyd brotherly duet settings:

1. Maybe we could have a scene with Floyd comforting Branch (or vise-versa) and begins to sing to him. Branch joins in and the two sing a heartfelt duet.

2. Teenage Floyd singing Baby Branch a lullaby and Baby Branch joins the song in duet. Adult Branch later starts singing it to Adult Floyd to help him sleep after his traumatic experience with Velvet and Veneer.

3. They sing a duet in dedication to their late grandma. That or they do the lead solos in a group number with their brothers.

4. They share a playful riff-off over coffee much like Branch does in Trolls Holiday (0:19 to 0:42):

One song I think would make a great cover for Branch and Floyd is the song Space Between from the Disney Channel movie Descendants 2. I personally think the lyrics really suit the characters e.g. Branch as Mal (Dove Cameron) and Floyd as Evie (Sofia Carson). The soft, bittersweet tune would also go beautifully with their actors voices. I definitely imagine Justin Timberlake and Troye Sivan singing a slow song with a sad or at least bittersweet tune to it. I can also see room for some powerful high notes.

Since this song is owned by Disney (DreamWorks' rival company), I doubt that DreamWorks will be able to do a cover version of this song 😕, but I definitely would use it as inspiration for an original song for these two cuties. 😁💕 Here's my idea below:

Space Between by Dove Cameron (Mal) and Sofia Carson (Evie):

Space Between "Male" Cover (I don't who the artists are. For all I know they could have simply made the original singers voices deeper):

I could see the song being set after Floyd learns of their grandma being eaten. I imagine that Branch tries to hide this fact from his favourite brother (under the guise that she's away at a rummy competition with her girl friends), partly because he doesn't want to upset him but more because he feels ashamed as Floyd asked him to take care of her and he feels like he failed his brother as well as their grandma. Eventually one of their other brothers (I'm thinking John Dory) accidentally let's it slip that their grandma got eaten. Floyd is heartbroken and very disappointed in Branch for lying to him as they were always open and honest with each other. Branch runs away and hides in shame.

Eventually Floyd comes to comfort Branch, much to his surprise as he thought Floyd was mad at him. Floyd says that he isn't mad at him, only disappointed that he didn't tell him the truth sooner. He's also heartbroken to learn of Grandma Rosiepuff's death and that Branch was alone for so long. He asks Branch to forgive him for leaving him, blaming himself for not being there for Branch when their grandma died. When Branch tells the story of how their grandma died he says it was his fault but Floyd reassures him it isn't his fault and it was just an accident.

The two grieve their grandma and comfort each other, leading to a sad yet soft and sweet duet between them. They are later joined by the rest of their brothers and they decide as group to have a memorial service for her (which Poppy and Viva also attend). Branch and Floyd write a song in commeration of their grandma and do the lead solos in the Brozone performance

As for Young Floyd and Baby Branch singing together I could see it happening like Instagram artist, goldietheoreo's animatic "A Million Dreams".

Maybe Young Floyd could be writing a song and Baby Branch joins him for it. I think that would be cute. 😊💕

What are your thoughts and headcanons for Branch and Floyd duet? I'd love to hear them.

[whydoeseveryonewanttobangchan]

🌸 Hold me in your arms… 🌸

✎ Pairing: Chan x reader

✎ Genre: Fluff / Romance / Song-fic

✎ Summary: After years of stolen glances and undisclosed desires, something finally happens between you and Chan after a show.

✎ CW: Quick mention of being in a crowd of people, Ed Sheeran music 💀

✎ Word count: 977

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With a tight grip on your wrist, your friend guides you through the crowd at the end of a Stray Kids concert. Hundreds of people push in different directions, headed for the exits, but you’re headed backstage.

Felix was one of your best friends growing up, and you haven't seen him or his new best friends in what seems like ages. You loved all of them, but you've had a huge crush on Bang Chan for the longest time.

You finally make it out of the sea of people and navigate to the hallway where Felix said a security guard would take you and your friends back. You find the man without much trouble, and you’re directed into a small-ish room filled with the sweaty post-show performers and some miscellaneous furniture. For some reason, an old Ed Sheeran album is playing from some speakers on the far side of the room.

Your friends head over toward Felix but you make your way to the small loveseat, where Chan seems to be headed, too.

He sits down first, placing his hands next to his legs. As you lower yourself onto the couch, Chan’s hand accidentally brushes against your thigh. Both of you blush almost immediately.

Your stare is just long enough for you to briefly examine his dark eyes before you turn your heads down to your respective laps. You try to hide your growing smile and refocus your attention on the rest of the room.

The group conversation carries on steadily. You discuss their tour, how everything's going with the new album, and reminisce on memories from your childhood and years before. Through all of this, you and Chan have small seconds of contact: his arm against yours, his hand against your arm, your hand on his knee, his hand on yours.

The conversation slowly dies and smaller groups branch off to discuss who knows what. You and Chan continue to sit in your original spots in comfortable silence, with his thumb lightly massaging the top of your right hand.

Then the next song comes on. It’s a romantic one you loved as a teen. You immediately feel a shift in the air around you, and it’s clear Chan does too. His thumb stops massaging the back of your hand, and he’s looking at you timidly.

Settle down with me. Cover me up, cuddle me in.

You look at each other more intently now. From a distance, the dark brown of his irises can almost appear completely black, blending in with his pupils. But this close to him, you can make out the different shades of deep brown.

Lie down with me.

Chan swallows deeply. You see his Adam's apple bobbing up and down in his throat, almost in slow motion. He sees your eyes move down for just a second. He blushes and a small smile forms on his lips. He's so beautiful.

And hold me in your arms.

Chan’s thumb restarts the circular motion on the top of your hand. You turn your upper body to face him and he does the same. This moment seems so intimate, so fantastic. How can no one else in the room feel this?

And your heart's against my chest, your lips pressed to my neck.

Chan runs his left hand up and back down your right arm; goosebumps rise there immediately. His right hand moves towards your face, but hovers just above your skin. You close the distance so his fingertips lightly brush your cheek. His touch is electrifying.

I’m falling for your eyes, but they don't know me yet.

You take a quick, deep breath to steady yourself. At that moment, Chan seems to realize that he hasn't been breathing at all and takes a deep, shuddering breath. You try and fail to hold back a smile.

Eyes intently watching your face, Chan moves his right thumb across your cheek and pushes some stray hair behind your ear. His left hand moves toward the middle of your back, pulling you closer. It feels like there's no one else in the room, the building, the Earth; just you two.

And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now.

Your arms quickly and smoothly slide to his chest, resting just under his collarbones. Chan runs his right hand back across your cheek, resting it right under your left ear. His thumb traces back and forth right above your jawline.

He tilts his head down so his forehead touches yours. His mouth is so close — you can feel his warm breath on your lips.

Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved.

Your lips barely touch, but Chan leans in to maintain contact. It's sweet and still for a few seconds until you lower your jaw, parting your lips to give him access to your mouth. He eagerly accepts.

This feels like falling in love, falling in love.

Your lips move together slowly, settling into a rhythm. Everything fades away. You can only hear the music and Chan’s heartbeat. Or is that yours? Probably both. You can't concentrate on anything other than his lips. They're so soft, so perfect. He's so perfect.

The kiss doesn't last long in reality, but it feels like a hundred years have passed since you sat down on that couch. With one last peck, you pull back, eyes still shut tight.

You take a deep breath and slowly open your eyes. They meet Chan’s instantly. He rubs your cheek once more, and the most beautiful, genuine, excited, loving smile you have ever seen crosses his lips — and you can’t help but beam right back at him.

The kiss was perfect. The moment was perfect.

He was perfect.

Falling in love.

[hwanchaesong]

↗🏢Entering 5th floor: A drug that is more addictive, sweeter than honey, more dangerous than a crime— all equates to you. 🌌

🎧: Chase Atlantic - Falling

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: fluff, sprinkle of angst, cursing, hints of friends to lovers, college setting, sneaking out at night, driving, jokes that might be sensitive to some (mental hospital and dying are mentioned), etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Paradise Hotel series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

The knocks on your glass window made your soul escape your body for a second, waking up your whole sleepy being and alerting you of a possible intruder.

You were about to call 911 but the shadow figure spoke from outside in a hushed, familiar voice.

"It's me, Kai! Please don't call the police on me."

You cringed at the way he perfectly replicated your thoughts through words, detaching yourself from your study table after 16 hours and trudging towards your window.

Pushing the curtains aside revealed your best friend since birth, clinging to the branches of an oak tree, beaming and motioning for you to do something.

You couldn't quite comprehend what he wanted, so you opened the window and asked him in an aggressive manner, with the decibel above a whisper, "What the hell do you want?"

He then points down, your eyes following the direction and only then did you notice his parked car outside your gates.

"No." you said, crossing your arms and was about to close the window but he went wild. Doing kinds of gestures before explaining his motives for the late night visit.

"You could use some break, Y/N. You've been studying non-stop." he pouts, and you can see how sincere he is.

You sigh, looking back at the stacks of paper and endless tabs on your laptop that you have yet to read.

"But-"

"No buts! Come on, Y/N! You need to have some fun too or else you're gonna go crazy soon enough." he then stopped talking, pondering what to say next and you wait for him to finish, "I really don't want to visit you in a mental hospital."

You rolled your eyes at his joke, "Ugh! Fine."

He cheers and you watch him struggle to go down the tree, laughing to yourself before quietly slipping out of your house, meeting your friend who is already waiting for you.

"You don't need to act cool." you remarked, judging his rehearsed pose, leaning on his car with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Way to ruin it, bestie." he says, tossing you the car keys to which you clumsily caught.

"Wai-! What? Hyuka, I can't." you whined, your eyes literally begging him to not make you do this.

Unfortunately for you, since you dissed his cool as fuck pose a while ago, he's not willing to listen to your pleas.

"Nuh uh." he says firmly, opening the driver's door for you to get in, "I've taught you this a million times. You can do it."

He waits for you to enter the vehicle before going to the passenger's seat, making himself comfortable while you sweat yourself to death due to your nerves.

It is true that he has taught you how to drive, even without your license, (not a million times though), but it still makes you anxious.

What if you get into an accident?

What if someone carnaps you while you're in the middle of nowhere?

What if-

"Hey," Huening's calming voice snaps you out of your worries, his hand covering your shaky one, "take a deep breath and calm down. You'll be okay, I'm here with you."

Your glassy orbs met his, and for a moment you felt like the problems on your shoulders have been thrown away.

He always has this effect on you.

When everything is becoming too much to handle, Huening Kai seems to sweep you off of your feet like a divine intervention, giving you a sense of comfort and ease.

"If we die tonight, just know that my father will hunt our ghosts." you joke and he waves it off, saying that he doesn't care about your uptight dad.

You revved the engine up, slowly driving away from your suburbs and out in the city.

It was a fair trip, all is well and you're actually having fun, especially when Kai turned up some street music.

Then all of a sudden, in a dimly lit street, and just when you were daring enough to drive into higher speeds, a cat decided to cross the street.

The car came to a screeching halt, your yells surprising Huening to no end while he also shouts some curses.

"What the fuck was that?!" you wailed, clutching your chest in an attempt to cool your racing heart.

The adrenaline pumping through your veins made you act recklessly, but the funny thing was, you don't mind what happened.

"My god!" Kai laughs, you know that crazy sounding one, and that had you cackling with him.

He peeks at your giggling form, and he thinks that it's illegal for you to be this intoxicatingly gorgeous.

He unconsciously puts a hand on your cheek, his index finger tracing the dark bags under your eyes.

"You haven't been sleeping, have you?" he asks, and your mood becomes sullen when you are reminded of your looming responsibilities in life.

You think it's time to open up to your best friend.

"Been studying non-stop instead." you laugh weakly, removing his hand on your cheek and holding it on yours, playing with his fingers absentmindedly, "It's an important exam and my family wants me to be the top of my class. The pressure has been killing me, to be honest."

Huening's eyes soften, taking the initiative to intertwine his fingers with yours, "I'm proud of you."

You were shocked, happy, and overwhelmed for some reason, "I haven't even done anything yet." you rebut, gazing at his prince-like features.

"You are doing your best, and I'm proud of you for that. Have always been and will always be." he confesses, his words making you feel loved and cared for, appreciated.

"Thank you, Hyuka. That means a lot to me."

It was a tender moment, delicate at its best. Still, you two are on this together, so you only have one thing to do.

Keep stirring the wheel until you're both lost in your dreams and success.

"You're welcome, Y/N. Now, continue driving and let's get some drive-thru." he orders, giving the back of your hand a light peck before letting it go to allow you to drive.

Rolling your eyes at his sassiness, you flipped him off, "Aye aye, captain."

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Hello there! I was wondering if you were taking any requests? I've read your Cal Kestis stories and they are really good! So I was wondering if I could request one? If so may I please request a story in which Cal is forced to watch the reader getting captured and stops at nothing to save them? Then at the end it's all fluffy and cute. Sorry I'm a sucker for these stories. Thank you for your time!

Backstabber

Relationship: Cal Kestis x f!reader

Summary: After Bode’s betrayal, Bode takes the reader against her will, leaving Cal mortified and restless. He does everything in his power to get her back.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: Mentions of blood, gun close/pointed at you, bitch boy Bode

A/N: My first request! Thank you for sending it in, and sorry it took so long. Feel free to send any in, but for right now I’ll just be sticking to Cal. Hopefully in the future once I figure out how to use Tumblr more I can feel more comfortable branching out and stuff like that. For now, enjoy!

Prompt: Request

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You head towards the archives room, and surprisingly, well rested. Everything was actually going alright for once; you actually slept well and woke up smiling like an idiot. Cal actually slept well too, which bettered both of your moods.

It made you extremely happy that your boyfriend actually found a way to properly rest. Sure, he could relax with you, but this sort of relief was something you’ve never seen

You had the compass, you had fantastic friends that supported you, and you found a way to a place you’ll finally feel safe in; a home.

Practically bouncing into the room, Cere caught your eye and gave you a grin.

“Someone is happy~” she giggled, wiggling her eyebrows. Rolling you eyes, you shoved her arm lightly, causing you both to laugh. Merrin walks up to you from a nearby hallway.

“Good morning,” she states. She also seemed in a much better mood. It felt like sunshine was radiating in the entire facility. You knew what it was, hope.

You three chit chatted as more and more people came, Bode being the last to arrive. You have him a quick and formerly wave, but he walked right up next to you, a blank stare coated on his face.

“Sleep alright?” You ask, patting his back lightly. He hums, looking at his watch. Weird. You turn your attention back to the lively group.

A radar sound erupts from the speakers above, shutting the group up.

"How?" Cere mumbles under her breath. Your hand rests to your lightsaber by your side, giving a worried expression towards Merrin. As everyone starts to scramble a plan together, you feel a hard, cold metal press to your side. Raising an eyebrow, you turn your head to the source.

"Bode?" You question, trying to step off to the side. His free hand clasps your shoulder, causing you to yelp. As soon as everyone turns to face you, your lightsaber flies from your side and off to the other side of the room. Merrin's hands erupt into green flames and the other Jedis bring out their lightsabers.

"No sudden movements," Bode glares to the group, pulling you back and closer to him. Panic washes over your body, how did your lightsaber just fly away? Cal looks paler than snow, even his freckles disappear.

"Bode... Please..." Cal takes a small step towards the man. Bode brings the blaster up to your head, pressing it hard into your temple, causing you to wince. The redhead stops, his hands obviously shaking.

"The compass?" Bode turns his attention to Cordova, who helplessly holds the object with both his hands. The old man frowns, clearly unable to figure out what to do.

"Don't, Cardova." The metal presses harder onto your head, shutting your eyes in pain. Cere calls out to Merrin to stand down and take care of the troopers. With many seconds of hesitation, she follows the order.

Cal can't hear anything; he can only feel. The tightness of his chest, the shortness of his breath, the rapid beating of his heart, the warmth draining away. The one thing he didn't want anyone to harm, to take away from him, was in danger. Bringing as much energy back to his arm, he slowly reaches for his lightsaber, never breaking eye contact with you. His light eyes wide with panic, and yours begging not to do anything irrational. Bode seemed to sense the danger about to be imposed to him, and there was a blast.

You took the deepest breath you ever could, but the pain never came. The metal seemed to release and reconnect, burning hot. You didn't care, you watched as your older friend fell to the ground, his eyes as wide as saucers. Cere gasps, rushing to him. It was as if time slowed down; Cardova's knees collided with the ground, launching his upper body forward and down to the ground. His grip loosened, sending the compass rolling towards you. Keeping the blaster on you, Bode bends down and scoops it up.

Cal's instincts kicked in and his pupils disappeared. All there was was rage, a rage to fuel the bright star in all the galaxies. Bode shoves the compass into your hands and directs you both towards the door.

"You run, or Cere and Merrin die." Bode snaps at you. Without much thought, your legs kicked into gear. You knew he couldn't just kill Cal, that's why he didn't threaten him, right? And you couldn't do that to your best friends. Shouting and gun fire echoed through the halls as Bode dragged you towards a speeder.

"(Y/N)!" Cal calls, following close behind. You try to get out of Bode's reach, but he shoots a laser an inch from your foot: a warning shot.

You promised to live, for Cal, for your friends, for the Republic. You thought that's what Bode wanted to. He shoves you on, grabbing the compass from you and shoving it in his pocket. Without much warning, he takes off, causing you to grasp onto his jacket for dear life.

"WHY ME?" You call out, constantly looking behind to watch your boyfriend trying to catch up. His face is red, sweat beading down his face.

"Who else will help train my daughter? She needs the best," He calmly states, launching the speeder over a rock.

"Your daughter?!" You call out in rage. "When she finds out how I became her teacher-"

"YOU WILL DIE THEN!" He turns to face you, bearing his teeth. His eyes are of a wild animal's, instinct, rage, survival. You pursed your lips, looking behind to see Cal catching up.

You were not normally scared, but this was a first of someone so close to you had betrayed you. Suddenly, a rock from the cliffside above falls in front of you, blocking the path. You knew it was Cal. Bode screams out profanities, taking a different turn.

Cal's hair is either plastered to his forehead or flying in the wind behind him. His body was shaking, he hands slipping off the handles of the speedster. The was only a few thoughts in your boyfriend's head: (Y/N), Betrayal, Bode. He couldn't lose you; of all people to lose, he just COULDN'T lose you too. You were practically his other half, the calm to the storm of his life. He told Bode how much he loved you, that he wanted a future with you, to help those around you, and he just took you. The wind slapped him in the face in all directions but he didn't care. His eyes were trained to the back of your head, then your face when you would turn around. He finally lost it when he saw tears brimming in your eyes. He risked everything reaching out his hand and commanding the speeder to slam on the brakes.

You and Bode flung forward, staying on the speedster. You immediately followed Cal's lead and commanded the speedster to stop. Bode tried but failed to get it going, he turned around and held the blaster to your forehead.

"It's not me, I swear." You cry out, scrunching your eyelids together. You heard another shot, but this time a couple of rocks exploded beside you. Opening your eyes, you see Bode's bewilderment of his gun directed the wrong way. He looks up, facing Cal, lightsaber in hand. Bode pushes you off the speedster onto the ground, sand flying in your face.

"CAL!" Bode calls out, a red light erupting from his side. Both you and the redhead stare in disbelief. Suddenly, a force so strong clasps around your neck, causing you to gasp for air. You look towards your captor, who has his hand reached out, lifting it towards the sky. You begin to levitate off the ground, your hands reaching for your throat. Cal yells a blood-curdling scream and charges the Sith. Then, you're flying towards the cliffside. Your last sight was Bode switching his attention towards your boyfriend, who was about to strike.

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Slowly blinking your eyes, the first thing you could feel was the pounding sensation in your head. From what you could see when you did open your eyes was a handsome redhead covered in blood. Ignoring your pain, you snapped up, staring at Cal. His face was dripping with blood, both fresh and dried. He was smiling, the color returning to his face.

"Are you okay?" You ask, bring your hand up to his busted lip. He winces but nods, tears finally falling down his cheeks. He sniffles, trying to dry them, but you beat him to it.

"I couldn't lose you," He whispers, just staring at your face. You reach up to him, embracing him in a tight hug.

"You didn't, you'd never," You respond, rubbing his back. You part, giving each other long, meaningful stares, soft smiles plastered on your faces.

"He got away," Cal grumbles, brushing his hand to your temple, causing your head to ache even more. You wince.

"But we're alive," You sigh. Cal leans down, meeting his chapped and kind of bloody lips to yours. It was a simple, thank goodness your still here, but I don't want you to taste blood, kiss.

"Come on, we got to check on Cere and Merrin," He reaches for your hand, bringing you both up to your feet. His fingers intertwine with your for a brief moment before you both jog towards his speedster.

[madhatterbri]

Lost And Found | N.J.

Summary: Y/N always had a crush on Nick. One fight costs them their friendship. A wedding makes them both realize what they lost.

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Taglist: @plentyoffandoms

Pure fiction

Growing up with the Jacksons wasn't for the weak. Especially when they were in their pro wrestling phase, which happened to be all the time. Y/N would need other people's fingers and toes to count all the times they used a wrestling move on her. It would be fine, they insisted, they saw it on TV. No one was hurt when they saw it on TV.

She would allow them simply because she trusted them. They would never intentionally hurt her. There was a bigger reason that she allowed them to practice wrestling moves on her. Y/N had a major crush on Nick. More than anything, she wanted him to succeed and achieve his dreams.

After being friendzoned by Nick once again, she started to date one of their friends. It wasn't the same, but at least she could still be close to Nick. Whenever she and Matt got into an argument, Nick was there for her.

Things went south the moment Y/N found out his friend cheated on her. She ran to Nick for comfort. Expecting to just cry on his shoulder, he admitted he knew about it all along. The younger Jackson brother never said anything because he didn't want there to be any awkwardness.

Devastated at her friend's betrayal, she vowed never to trust either Jackson again.

They tried to get in contact with her. After blocking their numbers, she felt worse but knew it was for the better. Y/N ended up finding a new guy. He hated wrestling, much to her relief. It was like her past life was finally behind her.

🔔

One of Y/N's old friends invited her to be in her wedding party out in California. Forgetting about the Jacksons, she accepted the invitation happily. Even her boyfriend wanted to attend. After landing in California, they drove to a restaurant to meet the wedding party.

It wasn't until she saw them at the restaurant that Y/N realized she made a mistake. They brothers looked so shocked to see her. Y/N's boyfriend wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled at him, and they walked to their seats.

All was going well until the bride called her over. Nick was with her looking tense. The bride told Y/N that she would be walking with Nick down the aisle as they were both in the wedding party. Not wanting to start drama, she begrudgingly agreed.

🔔

That night, the wedding party lounged at the beach behind their resort. The group of friends sat around the bonfire to combat the cool ocean breeze. Y/N stood in the water. A part of her missed Cali so much.

"Hey," Nick said and stood next to her. He shuffled his feet nervously.

"If it isn't about the wedding. Save it, Nicholas. I don't wanna hear it," she warned. He rubbed his hands together and looked at her.

"I don't know what's colder you or this breeze," he tried to joke. Y/N turned to look at him. She was sure everyone would be upset if she drowned him in the water.

"Don't you have another friend you can lie to? Preferably not anyone here? Are you still friends with the cowboy?" She asked.

"I was going to apologize and extend an olive branch to you, but forget it. We can both be awkward and miserable about all this,"

"There is no reason to be awkward or miserable about this. In a few days, I go back home, and we never see each other again," she snapped. "Now, please leave me alone. I'm not going to ruin their wedding,"

"I'm not trying to ruin their wedding," he said in frustration. "I get it. You are hurt, so you are lashing out like when we were kids, and I deserve it. I'm sorry for what happened,"

"Sorry won't make any of this go away," Y/N muttered and walked back to the party.

🔔

The wedding rehearsal was tense. Neither of them was speaking to each other. Last night, she cried over her dead friendship with Nicholas for the first time in months. She missed her old life with them but couldn't bring herself to just allow them back in.

Things went bad to worse when the bride suddenly had an idea for the wedding party to do a dance.

"We don't want you guys to kill us. But we wanted to do a dance with the two wedding parties. Nothing crazy and I promise you'll get back to your dates," the bride assured the members of the parties. All the other participants were excited about trying something new except for Nick and Y/N.

Her disgust at the idea melted when he wrapped his arm around her waist. She hated the way her body longed for his touch. This wasn't going to happen. Nicholas burned that bridge long ago. Y/N only had one more day to deal with him.

🔔

During the wedding, she couldn't help but stare at him. All the times she made him pretend they were marrying each other as children. It was part of their agreement for her being their practice dummy. Y/N kept a notebook with all the details. Pages were scribbled with Mrs. Y/N Jackson.

He seemed to stare at her. Maybe he was thinking about the past as well.

🔔

"The decorations at this party suck," Nick whispered to her during the dance. His arm around her waist. His lips were dangerously close to hers. "And you made us wear toilet paper for our weddings,"

"Shut up, Nick," she giggled. She couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Back to Nick now? I'm honored," He asked with a small smile. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't get cute with me. We have this dance, and then I never have to see you or Matt again," she reminded.

"This the guy?" He asked and motioned towards her boyfriend. "Seems like a dick,"

"Doesn't cheat on me, lie to me, or like wrestling. He's perfect," she defended. Nick rolled his eyes.

"You changing your likes for him? Match made in heaven. I can't wait to get my invite," he told her sarcastically.

"Unfortunately, your invite will get lost in the mail along with Matt's. Besides, he doesn't want to get married," she pointed out.

"Then why are you with him? He is your polar opposite," Nick questioned.

"What do you want from this conversation, Nick?" She asked in frustration. The man was getting on her very last nerve.

"I want my friend back," he answered truthfully.

"She isn't coming back, Nick. You hurt me. I dated your friend because you didn't want me. Then I got cheated on, and you lied to me. I'm no longer part of team Jackson. To join that team again would be heartache,"

"I never said I didn't want you," he defended.

The song ended. She left his arms and rushed back to her boyfriend. "Everything okay?"

Y/N blinked back a couple of tears. "Yeah, just looking forward to going home,"

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The next morning, Y/N and her boyfriend made it to the airport. She felt sad about leaving California. The trip was so quick. Another month was needed to go down memory lane. Her boyfriend was more than happy to leave. He was a small town guy. Never liked the hustle and bustle of a big city.

Before passing through security, her boyfriend needed to use the restroom. She leaned against the wall and waited for him. Mindlessly scrolling through all the pictures on social media. There was one that caught her attention. Nick and her when they were younger. He had his big, goofy grin. The next picture showed them smiling as they danced.

"Y/N, I made it in time," he said out of breath.

"Nick? What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I.... last night, you implied that I friendzoned you. I wanted to clear it up, but you avoided me all night, and you have me blocked on everything,"

"The past is the past,"

"While we were at the wedding, I thought about us. You in the Belle princess dress and me in a suit like we always talked about. I know I fucked up. You should have never dated my friend. It should have been me," he told her. "I thought that if he would push you more towards me, but it cost me you,"

Her mouth dropped open in shock. "Nick,"

"Don't board that plane, Y/N. Stay with me. We will make it work. Fix everything. I don't wanna lose you again. I can't lose you again,"

Tears silently fell down her cheeks. Her boyfriend walked out of the bathroom. She quickly wiped them away.

"Oh, hey man, you flying out for work?" He boyfriend asked. Before Nick could answer, he turned to you. "Come on, honey. We start boarding soon,"

She looked between her boyfriend and Nick. Her eyes rest on Nick. "I'm so sorry,"

She turned to your boyfriend. "But I'm staying here in California,"

[darling-i-read-it]

Requested: by anon, Hello hello hello 👋 I just read your new Pelle fic and.. thank you for reviving my Midsommar obsession ❤️ It gave me an idea for a request, too. Something on the creepy vibe (if you're okay with it) with Pelle and a shy reader, like super shy. She can be friends or a sibling of the group (to justify why she's there). He is completely smitten, and she doesn't understand why.

I hope you enjoy love! I hope you don't mind I made it with headcanons, I thought it would flow better. I love doing a subtle creep, the horror fan in my goes wild lol.

You had known grown up as a childhood friend to Mark, which turned into you both going to the same college, which turned into you being friends with his friends

You quickly grown close to Dani, as the only other girl who frequented the boring testosterone filled dinners 

But you had otherwise been friends with all of them, comfortable with being around overnight if you needed to be, to go out drinking and trust them to watch over you if you had a little too much 

Other than that you remained shy and quiet. You had your friends with no real reason as to branch out further than that. You had never been sure if it was a mix of social anxiety or just sheer uninterest but when you were out, you tended to be silent 

The group brought you out of your shell but you had known some of them for years, they had broken down past your walls and been granted access to your personality 

When Pelle came you were unsure how to feel about him

He brought a warm composure with him, as well as a natural need to pry about everyone's lives

You lived in the middle of being unsure with him, never positive if he was too be trusted, never sure if you could believe he was part of the group or not

Pelle on the other hand, was enthralled 

He had never seen someone he so easily wanted to get along with. Was it the challenge of having to get past your natural boundaries? Was it the way your silence indicated a deeper understanding of everything around him? Was it the fact that you were the only person who was suspicious of him, able to see past the expert front he was putting out? 

“She’ll warm up to you,” Mark promised. “She’s just shy. We’ve all known her for like…forever.” Pelle nodded, watching you interact with Dani. You were sitting at the table in the other room. He could only see a sliver of you, a gentle smile and a soft laughter. He ached to make you laugh like that, to make you understand him in the way he wanted to understand you. 

“Yes, yes. I understand being naturally unsure,” Pelle said, though he didn’t mean it. He wished, not for the first time, that he had brought things from home. Things that would loosen you up, things that would get you to talk. 

He truly didn’t think this was wrong. This sinister streak was all he had known. 

“Just don’t take it too personally alright?” Mark asked. He was distracted, on his phone. Pelle looked towards him, watching him. A fool. A natural fool who could never read between the lines. 

“Of course not.” 

Pelle watched you with a natural eagerness, a desire to understand, a desire to completely hold 

He started to do subtle things. Things that you should be able to chalk up to coincidence. Going to the same library as you so that you didn’t have to talk to him but knew he was there. Getting the same coffee order. Always being around when you planned to stop by. 

You wondered if you should consider him a nuisance, stalker or a soulmate. The lines blurred as you saw him more

Finally you started to open up. It was slow. You talked to him, to be polite, but never more than you had to. And then you would answer his questions with longer answers. Then you wouldn’t mind being around him for a longer period of time. 

You couldn’t figure out why he was seemingly so enthralled

“He’s smitten,” Dani explained. She was sitting on the couch beside you, legs up beneath her. You shook your head. 

“He doesn’t even know me,” you argued. She shrugged. 

“I think he knows more than you think. He’s been nice to you right?” You feared that. You feared that he knew more than he was letting on. Something about him said he would observe and absorb. You understood that and you understood how that could be used for less than good reasons. “Just give him a chance. We all like him.” 

“I know, I know. I guess it’s just this gut feeling.” 

It was the pressure from the others that generally sent you into being closer to him. He was so happy to see you more likely to talk to him. You asked him questions about home and he gave you cagey answers. You pressed some of the answers. He never seemed to give you the full picture

He loved that about you

You were smart and you were observant

He was extremely hopeful you would come back home with him. You would see how he lived and you would understand everything. It would all fall into place

Pelle knew how to bide his time and he knew that there was no use in pressuring you. It would undo all of his progress! 

Instead he just let you instinctively become more used to his answers. You would chalk it up to cultural differences. You didn’t want to be rude right? 

He wanted you to be May Queen. He wanted you to stay forever, to be by his side. You would make such a beautiful May Queen, covered in flowers. You would no longer have to hide within yourself. 

“Everyone’s going to Sweden?” you asked. Your voice was always quiet, like you were contemplating staying silent. Pelle nodded. 

“Even Dani, I believe. It’ll be her birthday and she wants to celebrate.” You hardly believed that. Dani surely wanted a distraction from the horrors of her current life. You couldn’t blame her. “You should come. I think you would enjoy my home, as I’ve enjoyed yours.” 

You nodded slowly. You didn’t like long trips, filled with all those new people. It was draining. 

“I’ll have to ask Mark if he thinks I can tag along.” Pelle nodded. 

“I hope you will. It’s beautiful and extremely educational. You might not want to leave.”

[iamatinydinosaur]

🐾Branch🐾

I like you

Branch was in his bunker, spring cleaning. Ever since he got his colors back he's been a lot happier. However, they haven't gone back to his true colors. But at least he got some of it back, because of you. Ever since your dance together he couldn't stop thinking about you. In the song he said I. LOVE. YOU! Then why hasn't anything changed? That's because you thought he only meant it in a friend way.

After the Bergen incident you started to develop feelings for Branch. The fact that you colors came back because of him made you realize. Yep you like him.

You were walking to the entrance of his bunker. "Branch!" You shouted. Branch heard you and ran to let you in. He climbed out his bunker. "What are you doing here? I told you I was spring cleaning today." Branch said. You held up a bucket with cleaning stuff. "Can't I help?" You pouted. Branch smiled taking your hand. "Of course."

Before long, you two were cleaning together in a comfortable silence. You two don't have to talk all the time, you just love being in each other presence. That's one of the things Branch loves about you. All the other Trolls talk his ears off, but you respect his boundaries. You're so considerate of him. Giving him space when he needs it, you push him little by little to be more social so he isn't so isolated, you make sure he eats because when he's focused of things he tends to forget about it and you always ask him to show you how to build stuff.

Ever since he found out how much he likes you he's been super nervous around you. He wants to tell you how he feels. He starts off with confessing but then changes it at the last minute. The last time went along. "I really like you....r bread can you bake some?" You started to get suspicious cause they always start off with "I like you" and then he turns it to your.

"Branch can you help me, I can't reach to dust." Branch turned around chuckling. You were on tiptoes on one foot, one leg in the air and at your highest reach trying to dust in the top corner. He walked over and gave you a boost, you sat on his shoulders and go the last cobwebs in the room. "Got them." You stated. Branch was about to set you down but lost his footing. You gripped his head as you started to fall forward (I dunno if any of you have watched Haikyu but I imagine it would look like this. 😂😂)

Branch managed to maneuver your bodies. He did a little turn so you fell on him. All the cleaning supplies were scattered around the room, creating a huge mess. You and Branch were staring into each other's eyes. Branch went bright red. "I'm so sorry!" He was trying to push you off but you weren't having it. He had been beating around the bush for so long. You took him by his jacket and pulled him close. Branch's eyes widened. You had kissed him quickly. "Branch I swear I've been waiting for this for ages. I like you! But you've been beating around the bush for so long!" You exclaimed. Branch look astounded. "Wait I wanted to make the first move!" Branch groaned lying back down. You pursed your lips together and pouted. Branch peaked at you and noticed your face. Yeah that wasn't the reaction she wanted. Branch took you softly by the back of the head sitting up. You expression softened as you looked up at him. Branch pulled you closer and kissed you.

"I like you too."

A/N: okay here's Branch. I fell asleep halfway through writing this last night, so I thought I'd quickly finish it. The gif I've used at the top. So I'm a massive Kpop stan and Red Velvet was one of the groups that got me into kpop. Along with BTS and Twice. The fact we got to see red velvet in it and Branch dancing to Russian Roulette sends me high!!!! Russian roulette is Soo good live!!! I saw them at a kpop festival last year they were so good.

So I'm leaving for my family's soon so that's my last piece of work for the next few days as I'll be spending a lot of time with them. When I'm back I have two requests I'll be working on.

I hope you all have a lovely Christmas!!!

[seoliee]

Driving Fear Into Your Heart

Word Count: 2.7k words

Pairing: X x Reader

TW: Cursing, Kidnapping, Stabbing, Yandere Tendencies (Pls read smth else if not comfortable)

A/N: I said this was inspired by X's halloween theme skin, but idk this maybe how I perceived it instead? Anyhow, lemme know y'all thoughts <3

In a dark and hollow forest somewhere near the city. Where only fragments of moonlight shone through the small crevices of the tall trees branches and its leaves. It was eerily silent, until swaying locks of hair pass through the bushes in a haste.

A girl ran barefooted, cracking sounds of dried leaves filled her hearing, leaving a trail behind. Her complexion was pale, fear stricken and distressed. Her body felt sore and drained, it was only sheer adrenaline that made her push through.

Her feet were starting to hurt, forming small cuts and bruises on the sole. She has to stop running at some point, but she can't. Not when she's running for her life.

~*4 days ago*~

She was in the cafeteria, sitting along with her friend at their usual booth and chatting about ramdom stuff. Just like the usual. She was attentively listening when her childhood friend X, came into view along with his own fair share of group.

She found herself falling out of the conversation and instead decided to watch him from a distance. Only did her friend's voice broke her out of the trance with a small nudge.

"Don't stare at him too much or he'll melt." Her friend says teasingly, chuckling at her obvious crush at the lab nerd.

"I-I wasn't staring!" She quickly rebukes her claim, though her blood red cheeks and ear were contradicting it.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. Anyway.." Her friend's tone suddenly became serious, which made her get a bit confused as her friend seldom becomes serious during their conversations. "Have you heard about the kidnappings that's happening near the university recently?"

She shakes her head. She's been too absorbed on finishing her research paper these past few days that she blocked out any kind of gossips or news that would distract her from concentrating. She even went as far as to cancel all her plans of hanging out with X.

"There were a total of three missing cases reported and all of them were  students of different universities near our campus."

"The authorities haven't gotten a single clue whether it's a solo or a group operation. Either way, the kidnappers are still out there so do be careful."

Her warning sent a chill down her spine, terrified that such happenings were happening near them. Those poor students, she hopes that they were at least safe and alive.

She sent her friend a reassuring smile, squeezing her hand in a comforting way. "Don't worry. I always walk home with X anyway. You should be careful too."

"Oh, I'll be fine. Besides, I'm going on a date with y'know who later..." Her friend managed to light up the mood immediately by redirecting into another topic that she knew, she would interested in.

"What?? Since when? Tell me the fucking details!" She exclaims hysterically, practically slapping her hands down on the table earning a few strange looks from the people around them. She couldn't care less though.

Alas, the final bell rang throughout the halls signaling the end of the day. Tired groans from her fellow students and a few hastily gathers up their things, wanting to leave immediately.

As for her, she's delighted to walk home with him again after for so long only to be met with disappoinment.

"Sorry, (Y/n). I promised the guys I would hang out with them afterschool so I won't be able to walk you home." X says apologetically, a troubled smile grazing his handsome features.

He could see how your bright and grinning gorgeous face warps into a look of disappointment, making him feel guilty. "I can cancel it though. I'd rather be with you anyway."

The disappointment in her face quickly turns into a sheepish smile as she shook her head for a no. "No, it's alright. I can walk home with my friend instead." She obviously can't make him cancel his plans just for her satisfaction. After all, he has a life of his own.

"You sure? I could really—"

"Hey, X! You coming or what?!" One of his friends yells from a far, having an impatient look while the others grin at him in a teasing manner as they watch the scene unfold.

"Be there in a sec!" He yells back in response, looking over his shoulders with his eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. He looked back at her in disbelief. "Sorry about that. I gotta go. Remember to text me once you got home, okay?"

"I will." She chuckles, fondly grinning as light pink hue flows to her cheeks. This made X's heart softened, huffing a tiny chuckle as he brush a stray hair behind her ear.

"Be safe, my little lamb."

She watches as he ran up to his friends, some of them teasing him for the little moment they had. She's glad to know he found good friends despite his peculiar personality, he meant well.

~•~

After getting off the bus, the way to her apartment was already a bit dark and somewhat silent than usual at her on time arrival at dawn. Though, that's to be expected as she's staying in a peaceful neighborhood which she should be thankful for.

The soles of her shoes clicks on the pavement on each step she makes, the soft cold breeze of air moving past her ear as chills ran down her spine. Her surroundings were dark, the only light present were from the flickering street lights and the moon above her, which she thinks added to her paranoia.

She doesn't know if it's because she isn't used to walking home alone or is there someone watching her? She swore she could feel eyes from everywhere around her.

As she turned to a corner, footsteps sudden came to light from behind. She didn't thought anything of it, as it could be a passerby or a neighbor. Thankfully, she's near to her home so she briskly walked and much to her surprise, the person behind her began to speed up.

This set off alarm bells in her head, once she could see the light from her porch. She began to ran and screamed for help. However, all hope is lost once she felt a sharp pain struck behind her head as darkness engulf her sight.

~*~

A horrible stench whapped into her nose, as consciousness slowly seeped back into her figure. She pry her eyes open, blinking away the drowsiness as her vision clears up and able to take in her surroundings.

She's sat in the corner of a crusty room, the wallpapers were ripped and moldy. The pipes above her were leaking with merky water which where the awful stench came from. The windows in the room were boarded, as nothing but the gush of wind and crickets were heard from the outside.

She tried to move, but found it difficult as her wrists were tightly bounded together from behind to a pipe. She found it quite hard to breath because of the tight cloth on her lips. Panic fills her body as she heard heavy footsteps, and an unknown man had entered the room.

She glares at him, which made him smirk at her feistiness. He bends down to her eye level, and pats her head. "You're a pretty one, aren't you?"

His breath fans to her face, which made her feel nauseous and wants to puke at the horrible smell of alcohol and poor oral hygiene coming from him. He took off the cloth that's covering her mouth and traced his disgusting thumb across her bottom lip.

She didn't hesitate to bite down on his finger, hard enough to make him scream and recoil his hand away as blood rushes out of the bite. The man was furious and smashed the bottle of alcohol in his hand and points the severed half towards her.

"Don't fuck with me, woman. I can—" He was cut off when he heard a buzz coming from his phone. He clicked his tongue and immediately answers the phone, proceeding to leave the room.

Once he's out of sight, all the energy seeped out of her body as hot tears rushes down her cheeks. Tears trickle down to her knees, as she kept her mouth close to silent her ugly sobs. Her chest felt so tight, she's scared, deeply scared. She didn't think something like this could happen to her. Not when after being warned by her friend.

Then, she saw a faint glimmer from her peripheral vision. She looks up and saw a piece of broken glass from the bottle near her. She uses her foot to reach towards the shard and manages to push it to her side and tries her best to grab it.

Once she successfully got it, she began to slowly cut the rope, but found it to be quite thick and tough for the nibble blade.

It took her roughly 3 days before she could finally cut the rope because she was constantly interrupted by people coming in and sometimes watching over her. She felt drained as she refused to eat anything they gave her, but it didn't matter because she'll be out of her in no time.

She pushed her body up, and slowly walked up to the door, careful not to make any noise. She turns the knob and opens a small gap to peek. It was silent and there was only one man outside, and he was sleeping soundly, practically snoring.

She gently swing the door open, careful to not make it creek as she steps out of the room. She held in her breath as she began to take light steps behind the sleeping man. She sucked in her breath as the man began to turn in his sleep, rendering her still as she kept her eyes on him. Once she deemed it was safe, she continues her way to the door.

She steps out into the cold night, as a smile finally crept to her lips, tasting her freedom. Only for panic to once again surge as one of the men guarding outside saw her and calls to her, alerting the others.

She didn't think twice and ran into the dark woods. She didn't mind if twigs poked the sole of her feet, nor if she stepped on pointed pebbles. She just ran wherever she could, taking sharp turns to confuse her captors.

She could hear their voices getting farther, but she knows she shouldn't celebrate yet as the woods were hollow and wasn't sure if she's heading towards civilization or deeper in.

Her speed slow down as her adrenaline began to dissipate, she's breathless and looks around for any source of life. Much to her surprise, a hand had grabbed her wrist and instinctively she swipped her hand forcefully and elbows whoever it is.

The person grunts and moans in pain, the voice was oddly familiar. The person lights up their phone to their face, and soon she was able to make out who he was.

"You pack a mean elbow, little lamb." X smiles, chuckling despite the stinging pain on his nose. "Makes me think you didn't actually needed me."

His face quickly transforms into a scowl, looking back once he heard numerous of voices barking behind them. Without another word, he took her wrist and guided her out of the woods.

She saw his motorcycle parked by the side of the road, she hopped on and X quickly stepped onto the pedal as they drove away.

Her hands tightly hugged the small of his waist, leaning her head against his broad back as she tries to catch her breath. Her feet were in pain as well as her whole body. She couldn't stop shaking, as she cried on his back.

She felt his hand comfortably brush against hers, which sent butterflies inside her stomach flutter in ease.

"How.. did you find me?" She asks, keeping her head close to his back and listens to his faint heartbeat.

"I finally managed to track your gps using my phone and followed its location." He replies, keeping his voice low and words consise. "Sorry it took me a while. I had to first know your ips before managing to connect. Thank god, your phone is in working order too or I won't be able to track you."

His words flew into her ear, but she couldn't make sense of it as her energy began to lower that's she finding it difficult to keep her eyes open. "Thank you, X."

"No worries. After all, you know I'm always here for you." She could hear the usual smile in his voice. She finally lets herself rest and is unable to hear his next words.

"And I'm all that you need, and no one else matters, my little lamb."

A sickening and sadistic smile curls up to his lips, chuckling lowly.

~•~

X dumps a bucket full of cold water down on the unconscious person tied up to a chair infront of him. The man, jolts awake and flickers his eyes up at X.

"Good, good. You're finally awake. Did you slept well?" X muses, keeping the usual permanent smile on his face.

The man didn't bother to answer, starting to wiggle his way out of the chair in panic. X was displeased by this, but made no action and instead clicked his tongue.

The man finally stopped trying, his energy running low. "You bastard! Why are you doing this, X?! Let me go!"

The man's voice was irritating to X's ears, but he was glad to respond to his question in a simple and conventional manner.

X had walked up to the nearby switch and flicks it. Light began to shine on the wall littered with pictures. Pictures of (Y/n). His cheeks reddens as he took a step closer to the wall, his eyes flickering at each picture he took throughout the years in complete secrecy.

"Don't you think she's beautiful?" X asks the man, which confuses him and found the revelation quite disturbing.

"W-What...?"

"You asked why I'm doing this and it's because of her." X says, turning towards him once more. He took a step closer to a nearby table, his hand brushing against each tool on it. "I am merely protecting her from the filth swarming around her and trying to take what's mine..."

X grips the handle of a sharp and bloodied knife in his hand, taking slow steps towards the now frantic man who's eyes are filled with terror as he tries to reason with him.

X stops infront of him, bending down to his eye level. He moves his face closer to him, keeping his heterochromatic eyes into the man's terrified and shaking ones, a sadistic smile slowly forming on his lips. "This wouldn't have happened if you just kept your distance from her and not end up in the same predicament like the others..."

X had driven the knife into the man's throat, and pulls it back out. He watches as the man gurgle in his own blood rushing out of his mouth. He continues his attack until he was satisfied.

He only stopped a buzz emits in his pocket that came from his phone. With his bloodied hand, he tapped the screen and answers the caller.

"You got her? That's good news!" X muses, as he nods at the following sentences from the person in the other line.

His eyes flickers down to the mutilated and lifeless man in front of him, blood pours down onto the ground and pools around his shoes. He clicked his tongue, thinking he made quite a mess this time.

"Yeah yeah, I got it. Remember, don't touch her. Unless, you got a death wish." X warns before ending the call. He began to walk towards the wall swapped with photos of you, filling his heart with love and feeling of ease.

"Sorry, my little lamb. You just have to learn the hard way this time." X took a certain picture from the wall, looking down on it with a soft eyes and smile. It was a picture of them back when they were still children.

"And this time, with driving fear into your heart. You'll realize that I'm the only you'll ever need and trust after I come and save you."

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I think I flunked this lol.

Thanks for reading though <3

Happy holidays everyone!!!