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borathae · 1 year ago

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“When Jungkook’s lip ring finally healed and you can’t resist each other anymore.”

Genre: Smut, married life!AU

Warnings: switch!Jungkook, switch!Reader, it goes from Dom!Kook to sub!Kook to Dom!Kook, tattooed & pierced!JK, he’s got his lip & nipples pierced, he ties his long hair together nfdnf, muscle & strength kink, lil bit of thigh riding, sex outside on a sun bed, messy oral (f.receiving), some biting, multiple orgasms (f.receiving), creampies, she rides him to an orgasm, body hair kink aye, she smothers him with her tits, nipple sucking, lotsa drool, subby boy tears, dirty talk, praise, a lil bit of degradation, he has such a lose tongue, they are very horny & needy & just wanna fuck, cuddly aftercare, they are in love!!

Wordcount: 5.4k

a/n: there is no thought behind this drabble. it’s a crime that i never wrote about his lip ring until now. enjoy besties, this was created from the depths of my pussy 🧡

You are in the little greenhouse in your garden when Jungkook comes home. Your tomato plants, which you and Jungkook have carefully raised from infant seedlings to healthy six foot plants, are finally starting to flower and you are currently making sure that no bugs or other insects nibble on them. Yes, you are very protective over your tomato plants.

After reading an article about self-sustaining living, you developed an obsession with growing as much of your food as possible. You asked Hoseok for help – given how he is already a complete expert at it – and Seokjin gave you some tips as well. Jungkook called it way too time consuming at first, but soon gave in with a fond smile. He even helped you build the greenhouse and soon after, the plant growing fever took a hold of him as well.

It was when the first of your tomato seed experiments grew a little sprout. You can still remember how Jungkook called you in the middle of your shift with the great news of “babe, you won’t believe what just happened but tomato number ten just grew a sprout.” It was a truly exciting day in your marriage.

Now come early summer and all your vegetable and fruit plants are thriving, ready to be pollinated and later carry fruit.

The glass door opens and Jungkook steps inside.

“Hey there.”

You turn, placing the sheers down on your working table.

“And?” you ask him, eyeing it.

There was something else new in your relationship. It was on Jungkook’s body, his lower lip to be more exact. A small metal ring close to the right corner of his mouth. A lip piercing.

It was a well-thought-through decision of his’, one you completely support. Not only because it is his body and he can decorate it with whatever he wants, but also because you always had a gist that he would look amazing with a lip piercing. And you were correct. He looks so handsome with it. Truly, each day you fall more and more in love with this man.

The only downside came with the healing. No touching except for when he has to clean it. That is what the piercer told Jungkook. Which meant no kissing and truly, it left you feeling unbearably needy for him. Eight long and grueling weeks of not being able to kiss your husband. It sounds like torture and it truly was. Especially because you and he were so used to kissing all the time. Soft little morning pecks, sweet goodbye kisses, the relieved smooch of comfort after a long work day, sleepy kisses, desperate making out or the loving surprise kiss throughout the day. You and your husband love kissing. So to be unable to feel each other’s lips for eight long weeks felt like torture. You tried to kiss him one time, but that ended in Jungkook yelping up in pain and bleeding a little. You apologised a million times with tears in your eyes whilst he assured you that it wasn’t your fault and after that, you never tried to kiss again.

Today however, you hope that he comes bearing good news.

“And? What did he say? Has it healed?”

Jungkook steps closer, but stays silent.

“Talk to me, I can’t take the silence” you whine, shrugging off your gloves.

He takes another step.

“Come on, tell me. I wanna know”, you stress, stomping your foot. Truth was, you have been sitting on needles the entire day, wishing for his quick return. All you did today was take care of your garden and think of Jungkook’s kiss. If he doesn’t answer you soon – or take your face to kiss you stupid – you will burst. You can’t bear the longing anymore.

“Kookie, please tell me”, you plead, staring at his lips.

Jungkook breaks the last of the distance between the two of you, cups your face in his hands and kisses you deeply.

Your knees buckle, a moan slips past your lips. Everything that was wrong is right again. The world finally starts turning and colour returns to your universe. You are kissing your husband! You tilt your body back as Jungkook presses himself into you, your arms hook behind his head. Holy fuck. Yes.

You grab a bundle of his long hair, twisting it to the point where Jungkook moans into your mouth. Or perhaps he is moaning because all he has been craving was your kiss. Driving home from the piercer with news of finally having healed sitting heavily on his heart was torture. All he wanted to be was to be home with you and have you in his arms. Eight weeks without your kiss and Jungkook had reached his breaking point. If he had to live without your kiss for even one second longer, he would have actually combusted.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, breathing just as heavily as you. He didn’t want to break it, but air was sparse in his lungs. Fuck, if he could live on only your kiss, he would. But alas, he has to breathe, running his hands over your face as if it was the first time he ever touches you.

“I missed you”, he whispers, “I missed you so fucking much.”

“Me too, Kook. More, kiss me please.”

Jungkook obeys gladly, kissing you so deeply that nothing could separate the two of you. His strong arm slings around your waist, pressing you into his body. His long fingers close around you, reminding you why it is so nice to be touched by him. He does it with so much tenderness, but also with just enough strength to let you know that he was there. That you were his' and that he intends on never letting you go.

You run your hand down his torso until you can touch his waist. He shivers and pushes you until the back of your legs hit the edge of the work table. Like this, he can cage you in and keep you right there with him. Not that he needs to do anything for that. You want to be with him. This is all you crave.

You gasp for air again. Your faces are barely apart. His cock is hard. Well, not completely but still swollen enough that you can feel it poke your tummy. You grind yourself against it, feasting on the desperate whimper he lets out. You are so turned on yourself. Your desperation is soaking your panties. His kiss and loving touch does that to you.

“Fuck”, he chuckles breathily, “you’re messing with me.”

“I can feel it”, you sigh, “I’m so wet too.”

“It’s been too long.”

“Kook, just fucking take me.”

“Jump.”

You follow instantly. Jungkook catches you safely, tensing his muscles just for you. You fucking love to be in his arms and feel him tense. It gets you so fucking wet. Moaning his name, you cup his face and pull him into a kiss.

The walk back to the house gets difficult, but Jungkook wouldn’t want it any other way. These few seconds without your kiss where you talked felt like torture. He needs your faces to literally melt with each other. He missed you so goddamn much.

Jungkook manages as far as the terrace and then he has to drop you. Not because you grew too heavy for him, but because he needed you so bad that it got impossible to walk. So he sets you down gently, massaging your hips. He breaks the kiss, holding your hips to grind you against him. He makes sure to lift his leg so your pussy was grinding on his thigh. You whimper because of it, looking up at him with glassy, droopy eyes.

“Koo…”

“I need you to lie down, baby”, he rasps, “I fucking can’t wait any longer.”

“The sun bed?”

“Yeah, please. If you want.”

“I want to. You?”

“Baby, I’ve been thinking about you the whole drive home ‘course I fucking want you”, he says and pushes his thigh against your pussy, making you moan, “please. Please lie down for me.”

“You’re so hot, fuck”, you say and step back. You waste no time getting naked. You would have to fumble with your clothes later either way. It’s better to get it over with now and safe yourself the trouble.

“Fuck, sweetheart”, Jungkook moans, watching you with heavy eyes. He tongues his lip ring, driving you mad with it.

You step out of your sundress and panties and finally lie down on the sun bed. You give him a sensual writhe, looking up at him with big, pleading eyes.

“And now?” you ask him.

Jungkook takes off his shirt and shorts. He knows that he won’t be needing them anymore. His cock is completely hard, slapping against his toned stomach and leaking the prettiest droplets of excitement.

“So pretty”, you whine, “Koo, I want you.”

Jungkook takes his heavy cock and jerks it twice, “you can”, he lulls, falling to his knees in front of you. He grabs you by your ankles and tugs you to the edge even if that makes you squeak and later giggle.

“This was so much fun”, you squeal.

He chuckles, eyes glued to your glistening pussy and hands running along your inner thighs, “you’re so cute”, he says and pushes gently, nudging your legs open so he can lower himself to your pussy.

“Oh?” you squeak, tensing up, “o-oh”, you relax in a shudder, arching your back seconds later, “holy fuck.”

Jungkook growls against you, gripping your waist to give it a needy squeeze.

“I missed you”, he moans, “holy fuck, you’re heaven”, he adds and buries his face back in your leaking cunt. He doesn’t think about cleanliness right now. He is messy and sloppy and fucking dirty in the way he eats your pussy and he wouldn’t want it any other way. He can finally have you again, taste you, feel you, experience you and make you moan so fucking sweetly. Eight long weeks without your taste. Jungkook never wants to experience such agonies again. He felt like an addict denied of his favourite drug. And now he needs to be covered in you. It is all he needs.

“Slow please”, you beg with trembling thighs, “Koo, you’re too fast oh god.”

Eight long weeks without feeling his tongue. Bear in mind, you weren’t abstinent from each other. You still touched each other, made the other cum and found yourselves lost in deep rolls of your hips. It never felt truly fulfilling of course because you weren’t able to kiss, but you weren’t completely abstinent from each other. So you shouldn’t be that sensitive right now. But you are. His tongue feels like paradise. A paradise which is currently making your legs shake like there is no tomorrow.

He is so sloppy in the way he eats you out. His tongue can’t seem to stay at one place for too long as greed for more of you always keeps it busy. His lips are sucking and kissing every inch of your pussy until she feels all puffy and sensitive. You can feel his lip ring whenever he closes his lips around you. Hard, thin metal, hot from his body and your pussy and incredibly maddening to experience. There is this little grinding sensation whenever he uses his lips on you. You can’t get enough of it, reaching down to twist his hair.

You mess it up the point where it hangs into his face and gets stuck between his lips and your pussy.

“Baby”, he breaks away, “stop tugging so much, you’re messing up my hair.”

“I can’t help it, you’re so good. Don’t stop, please”, you whine, tugging him closer. More of his hair falls into his face. Jungkook chuckles and with a gentle shake of his head, shakes off your hands.

“No, please”, you beg, trying and failing to reach for him.

He leans back. You look at him with a big pout. It gets washed away instantly as you watch him use his teeth to take off the black hair tie from his wrist. He keeps it tangling between them, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. His lips glisten in your juices, his lip ring is wet from your sex. He reaches behind his own head and combs his hair back. His tattooed, sculpted arms flex and tense as he works, making you whimper because all you need is him. All of him. You need him so bad.

Once he is happy with the style, he holds up the ponytail with one hand and uses the other to get the hair tie. His arms pulsate and flex as he secures it, his chest stretches in the position, his nipple piercings practically beg for your attention.

Jungkook finally finishes the ponytail, giving you a taunting smirk. He is aware how into the little show you were.

“Kook please”, you beg, opening your legs for him.

“I’m obsessed with you”, he growls and grabs your hips. He spits on your pussy only to smother himself with you a second later and slurp up the mess he just made. He uses his entire head for the movements, changing between sucking your pussy and grinding the flat of his tongue against it.

“Kook”, you mewl, reaching for his hands. You know that you can’t hold his hair anymore. He made sure of that when he tied it back. But you still need to hold something of him. He makes you shake so much that you need to hold him for encouragement. He allows you to intertwine your fingers with him, running his thumbs over your skin in a soothing manner. It almost feels like mockery, how gently he soothes you while his mouth makes you shake so uncontrollably. A mockery you enjoy to the fullest because you get to hold Jungkook’s hands and that’s the best thing ever!

“You have no idea how much I needed this”, he rasps, letting his voice vibrate against your clit, “I want you to cum like this, baby. It’s all I need.”

“Soon”, you keen, squeezing his hands.

“Mhhm, baby”, his deep voice makes your thighs shake, “you make me the happiest man.”

And with that he disappears in your warmth again, giving your hands a squeeze and growling into your pussy.

You fall apart on his tongue mere moments later. Everything felt way too good. It is all you needed to be fulfilled.

You sob his name as you climax while Jungkook licks your clit through the fire and squeezes your hands.

Seven times you convulse and tense. Seven times you lose control over your limbs. Seven times and then his tongue feels like too much.

“Break”, you beg him and Jungkook listens.

“Good girl”, he praises, kissing your clit as a reward. You are still pulsating. Jungkook wants more, but knows not to overstep.

Instead, he kisses his way up your recovering body, sucking on your nipples when he reaches them. His big hands cup your softness, massaging you gently. It feels so good to be touched this way.

“Kook”, you mewl softly, tangling your fingers in the hair he left outside. He has so much of it that it still easily hides your hand. The softness of it soothes you like nothing else. Jungkook contrasts it by giving your left nipple a soft bite. It stings, making you keen in pleasure.

He purrs, letting your sensitive bud slip from his teeth just so he can drag his lips up to your face. His lip ring tickles wherever it touches you, leaving you to writhe and whine.

“Look at me”, he says once he is eye to eye with you.

You follow instantly, cupping his cheeks because all you needed was to hold him.

“You did so well for me”, he praises, smiling softly, “but I’m not done with you.”

You whimper, arching your back.

“You made me hard and you gotta be my good girl and take care of it. Yeah?”

You nod your head vigorously.

“That’s my good girl, I knew you wouldn’t deny me”, he says and brushes his thumb over your cheek, “can I get comfy and then you ride my cock? Mhm baby? Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, Koo”, you say, trembling in anticipation.

“Thank you, baby. You have no idea how happy this makes me”, he says and rewards you with a kiss.

You moan deeply, hooking your arms behind his head just to make sure he can’t escape. He tastes like your orgasm. Sweet and intense. You want to lick it off of him. He tastes so good. Holy fuck, you need this kiss to never stop.

Jungkook is halfway on the sun bed this way. With one foot he is standing on the ground, while he has the other pulled up on the sun bed, resting his knee between your legs and grinding you against his skin. You’ve got him all sticky and wet like this. Jungkook gets off on the feeling like an addict.

“Koo”, you whimper and wiggle away, “Koo, it hurts. Too sensitive.”

“Hurts?” he lessens the pressure, “I’m sorry, baby. How’s that?”

“Good. Doesn’t….Kook, please fuck me.”

“So needy”, he teases and smiles cockily, “fine, let’s switch places.”

Your places are swapped within seconds. The sun bed is big enough that it can house Jungkook and you comfortably. Your knees have enough space to rest beside his hips and you could even spread them wider if you wanted to. Soft cushioning gives you enough knee support as well. The black fabric has been warmed up by the sun, but it feels comfortable on your skin.

Jungkook falls back and yelps up.

“What’s wrong?” you gasp.

“Ponytail. Uncomfy. It’s poking my literal brain”, he says and sits up. You have to be honest, all you did was stare at his toned abs as he did. They were bulging and shifting like crazy. They still do, because Jungkook opens his ponytail with both hands, using his abs to keep himself lifted.

He is the sexiest man alive.

You reach out and run your fingers over the ridges of his abs. The scorching sun and your body made his skin burn up. The faintest layer of sweat has collected in the valleys of his abs, now sticking to your fingertips and getting spread all over his silken skin.

Jungkook watches you with hungry eyes, lifting himself just a little bit more to make his abs bulge even harder. You gulp, grinding your pussy down on his thick thigh. You are so wet, Jungkook can feel it. Adorable, he thinks, you aren’t even aware of how much you stare.

You dance your fingers down his abs until you reach his happy trail. Jungkook has never been a hairy man. He has his healthy amount of leg and arm hair, can grow out his pits and always keeps his bush well taken care of. But other than that, he has never been one particularly hairy fellow. So his happy trail is faint and you like to call it pretty, but it’s there. Even if just a little bit, it’s there and you are currently dragging your nails through it and Jungkook feels himself shiver at the sensation. You add more fingers once you reach his pubes, burying them deep in them just so you can scratch along his skin. His cock throbs because of you, leaking desperately.

Your eyes finally flit up. They are burning in fiery hunger for him. Your fingers still play with his hair, scratching him just above his cock. He smirks cockily.

“I wanna bounce on your cock till you’re begging me to stop”, you rasp and grab the base of his cock.

His smirk drops as his lips part in a gasp. Jungkook writhes because of how harshly you hold him. The pressure goes straight to his balls, keeping them from leaking any more precum for you.

“Fuck. Sweetheart”, he moans and throws the hair tie to the side. He finally drops down, gripping your thighs to the point where his fingertips dimple your flesh. His hair spreads on the cushion messily. Strands of it fall into his face.

You lift yourself and position your pussy over his cock. You give your clit a soft spank with it, sending a jolt through Jungkook’s legs.

“Ready?”

“Uh...yeah? What a ques-”

You sink down on him in one go.

Jungkook throws his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.

“-fuck!”

“Mhhm Kookie baby….you’re filling me up so well”, you moan and begin bouncing on him. You don’t need to get used to him. He fits you like no other. All you need is to fuck yourself senseless on him and steal his sanity while you’re at it.

Jungkook moans loudly, his hands slip to your waist to hold it. He doesn’t guide you. He doesn’t need to because you know what you are fucking doing, but also because he has no strength in him to tell you what you should do. Once he’s on his back and got you on his cock, he is your fucking slave. If you want it fast and rough? Jungkook is happy to get wet and sensitive in your perfect cunt. If you want it slow and deep? Jungkook is more than happy to grow as big as he can and whimper your name. You want his orgasm quick? Jungkook just hopes that he can breathe between all the moaning he has to do. You want to drag it out? Fuck, he’s going to suffer but he’s not going to complain for even a second. He’s your little sexdoll and you can get yourself off as you desire.

“Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy fuck”, he chants, feeling his brain pound behind his skull.

“You’re so big Kookie baby, I can’t get enough of you”, you moan, leaning your weight on his tummy. You know that he can take it. His abs are rock hard under your palms, convulsing each time your cunt meets the base of his cock and your ass slams down on his thighs. “it’s like you’re made for me. My pussy can’t get enough of being drilled by you, baby.”

“Don’t please”, he begs, “either fuck me or talk, don’t do both”, he whines.

“Why?” you chuckle.

“Cause together is too hot”, he mewls, rolling his head to the side and squeezing your waist, “I’m getting fucked so good”, he keens with his voice pitched in utter pleasure.

“You’re adorable”, you say, sliding your hands up his torso until you can rest them next to his head. Like this your tits bounce all into his face, “open your eyes, Kook.”

Jungkook obeys and sobs your name, reaching for your tits instantly just to press them together and bury his face in them. He sucks and licks and kisses, using way too much spit for it which makes it all the more addicting. You know that once he is done, your skin will be covered in sensitive spots where he sucked for too long and your nipples will be throbbing. Just how you like it. You arch your back to smother him even further and stick out your ass. His cock curves in this position, grinding over your favourite spots inside with each movement.

“That’s it, suck my tits. You’re such a hungry little baby”, you taunt him as you wiggle your hips on him in a skilled rhythm. The kind which makes his toes curl and forces him to make the neediest little sounds into your tits, “so good baby, you’ve got the best fucking cock.”

He is stuck on your right nipple. You know that he has no control over it. You are scrambling his brain. He can’t think. Nor move. Sucking on your nipple is an instinctive, dumb reaction to getting his cock bounced on. This isn’t something he does willingly, it’s the only way he can take what you give him. And it’s starting to hurt. Jungkook sucks with such vigour that it’s getting uncomfortable.

You tug him away with a harsh grip on his hair. His spit drips all over his lower face, his eyes open. There are tears sitting on his pretty, dark lashes. His cheeks are flushed pink, his gaze just that little bit droopy.

“I have another nipple too, you know?” you say, “use your brain to think.”

His cock throbs inside you and leaks angrily. He squeezes your waist, curling his toes.

“You’re so mean”, he presses out and arches his back.

“I am? Oh baby, I’m sorry”, you coo, “you know that I don’t mean it.”

Jungkook whimpers and opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue. You know that he is asking for your nipple. But you are in a teasing mood.

You lean down and lick his tongue before you wrap your lips around it to suck on it to the point where he moans into your mouth and scratches up your back. The sensation leaves a slight burn behind and forces you to growl into him like a needy animal.

Jungkook swears that he is going to pass out. You are messing with him way too much. He expected anything but this. Maybe he should have expected it. He is married to the nastiest, most amazing sex goddess after all.

You release his tongue with a purr, claiming his lips next. The kiss is deep and messy. Tongues dance with each other in an unidentifiable rhythm, teeth manage to clash together every so often which results in you giggling and moaning into the other and your lips can’t seem to get enough of feeling the other’s. His cock feels a million times better now that you are kissing him. You don’t feel the need to give him ruthless bounces anymore. Just deep grinding. The kind which shifts his cock inside you and always keeps it pressed to your favourite spot. Your clit grinds against his tummy this way as well. The pressure and his warmth are enough to send a constant stream of electricity through your veins.

Air is sparse in your lungs. You gotta breathe. You break the kiss. Both of you pant for air. Just ten seconds of distance. He uses the time to hold onto your shoulders, you use the time to twist his hair. His lips call you back. You kiss him, concentrating your attention on his lip ring area. Your tongue traces the metal ring, your lips kiss and suck it and you even dare to tug on it with your teeth as carefully as possible.

“Holy fuck”, his talking forces the piercing to slip from your lips.

“What’s wrong? Hurts?” you ask.

“That feels incredible”, he says.

“Mhm. Yeah?” you flick your tongue over it, “not gonna lie, kinda obsessed with it.”

“Just kiss me, mommy”, he whines and hooks his fingers behind your head.

“Did you just call me-”

“Shut up”, he interrupts you and pulls you down into the kiss. He keeps you close with his nails scratching over your scalp and his puffy lips chasing your kiss. He props his feet up on the sun bed and thrusts up into you.

You squeak, falling to your elbows this way. Your tits squish against his chest, rubbing against his nipple piercings and making him whimper. Your sweaty skins melt together. He took over, now slamming his cock into you in a deep and hasty rhythm. You convulse on top of him and break the kiss just to hide away in the crook of his neck and wail his name.

He hugs you against his chest, burying his nose in your hair.

“I love you”, he growls, “holy fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, you squeak, “Kook, Kookie, Jungkookie oh god baby.”

“I fucking love this pussy”, he grips your ass and uses the leverage to move your hips on his cock, “shit, you feel so good.”

“Oh god”, you sob, “Kook, this making me cum.”

“Yeah? Good”, he spits and moans squeakily. Despite his rough fucking and harsh grip, he moans cutely. His voice is all pitched and breathy, barely wanting to come out from how messed up you got him. The contrast is making your head pound.

“Holy fuck, I’m close”, you get out, “fuck, your cock’s so good. Fuck baby, fuck.”

“Same, fucking same”, he growls, “don’t hold back, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Deeper.”

Jungkook tenses his thighs and fucks his cock as deep as he can go.

“Yes!” you wail, starting to convulse on top of him as your body prepares for the messiest high, “yes! Yes! Yes!”

“That’s it baby, take my cock. Take my fucking cock, you’re doing so good. Oh fuck, I’m gonna nut so hard”, he is rambling. He always does that when he gets too lost in you and his mind is running on nothing but you, “gonna fucking cream your sweet little pussy, god I want you so bad. Fuck baby, you drive me insane.”

“Koo, I’m cumming”, you mewl and break apart, clutching him for dear life as your veins fill with fiery ecstasy.

“Yes baby, fuck holy fuck”, Jungkook’s voice changes in pitch, he barely gets the words out, “oh fuck, you’re squeezing my cock like crazy. God, I love you. My princess, keep cumming, that’s it.”

You have to be honest, you barely take in what he says. You know that he is talking and it’s making you so wet that he barely manages to stay inside, but his words don’t really stay in your brain. You are so far gone in the blissful embrace of your orgasm. He makes you feel just way too good.

“Oh god, baby I can’t hold back anymore”, he mewls and squeezes you tightly, “___!”

His hips drop and still, his cock throbs inside you and the loudest squeaks leave him. You can feel how his hot cum shoots up your pussy and how it’s leaking out of you because you’re milking him like crazy.

Still delirious from your own orgasm, you grind on him messily and without any sort of rhythm. You just want to make him feel good and be with him for as long as possible.

Your bodies naturally slow down. You know each other so well that it is your bodies’ instinct to stop once it turns from pleasurable to uncomfortable. Messy grinds turn into barely there rocks of your hips, these turn into the occasional clench of your walls until even that stops and you are resting atop his chest while both of you are panting for air.

You don’t need to talk – hell, neither of you could – as recovering with each other is already enough to comfort you.

Once those seconds turned into minutes and Jungkook’s softened cock naturally slipped out of you, you are the one to finally break the comfortable silence.

“So that just happened.”

“Yeah”, Jungkook lets out a breathy laugh, rubbing his palm up and down your back, “fuck.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, “that was amazing.”

“It was fucking incredible”, he says and laughs again.

You join him because it feels good to laugh with him. Especially after sex.

“So uhm”, you say, nudging his neck with your nose, “wanna talk about the M-bomb you just dropped?”

“Shut up”, he whines, “I had your tits in my face and you were so sexy, it slipped outta me.”

“No don’t apologise, it was hot as fuck. You just never said that before”, you say and giggle, “you’re cute, baby.”

“Mhhm, it’s ‘cause you messin’ wit’ me”, he lulls and hugs you tightly, “always makin’ me feel so good.”

“Yeah same. You make me feel so good too”, you say and lift your head just so you can finally look at his face. He looks as ruined as you feel. It’s the sexiest look on him, “I’m already obsessed with the lip ring.”

“Yeah same”, Jungkook says, licking over it, “now I gotta think of techniques to use it on you when I eat you out.”

“Mhhm that sounds like fun”, you say, tracing it with your finger, “I can’t wait to explore it with you.”

He smiles, scrunching his nose up. He is so happy when he’s with you. You feel the same. He’s the best thing in your life.

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heliads · 1 year ago

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Hello!! So excited that your requests are open! Would you do a Peter Pevensie X reader where they get trapped after battle (maybe in a cave waiting for the other pevensies to reach them) and the reader is injured so Peter has to care for her and some fluff and comfort?? Thank you! 💗💗💗 If you don't choose to write it thats ok!

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There are two soldiers in a cave, waiting for rescue. One is a king; the other, one of his subjects. He is sitting upright, alternating between anxiously scanning the mouth of the cave for intruders and staring back down at the girl. She is less active, but that is due in part to the ever growing pool of blood underneath her ribs.

They have been here for quite some time already, and although the king will not admit it, he fears that it will be quite some time again before they are rescued. He must have faith, though, for both of them. It is hard not to worry. Not when Peter Pevensie can picture so plainly how they got here, and why they were forced into the cave to begin with.

They were not supposed to be attacked, but it happened anyway. Narnia is a kingdom, and kingdoms fall. Rival kings lust for power that isn’t theirs, and peaceful homelands must rally to protect themselves. Soldiers turn to bitter struggles, cowards turn to run. You had two choices when the banner of war was lifted: stay and fight, or leave and live.

You chose to stay. Will that be what kills you, wanting to be there for your friends? No one can tell for certain, but your blood is darkening the stones beneath you with a deeper stain than you’d like, and the thought of rescue is quite far off. There is no guarantee that anyone will reach you in time, regardless of what Peter is trying to whisper to you. There is no guarantee that you can hear him at all anymore.

Instead, you can hear him yesterday morning, strangely strong despite the early hour of the morning. Narnian spies had come back around dawn bearing news of an approaching army, one that didn’t look friendly. The Pevensies had been carefully monitoring threats to their kingdom for years, but no one could tell for sure that one would attack until they were already on horseback with hands on weapons.

There had been limited time for defense. Peter had rallied his army and their allies, and his siblings frantically evacuated the surrounding townspeople to a safer location, all the while battening down the hatches at home so that Cair Paravel would not be taken. Battle plans were drafted long ago, but it is one thing to write them up in the safety of peace, and something else entirely to have to use them.

The attackers didn’t arrive until midday. They gave an announcement that Narnia was to surrender peacefully or fall violently. Standing on the ramparts of the castle, looking down on the swarms of soldiers, you could feel anger burning in your chest at the insult of it all. As if Narnia would fall to a paltry foe like some neighboring king. As if there was any among your ranks that would not fight to their last breath to defend their kingdom.

Peter had given an answer somewhat along those lines, although, as coached by Susan, with a little more tact. You could tell he was fighting to keep his rage in check, though, if the red crescents imprinted into his palms from where his fingernails had bit into his palms were any sort of warning sign.

After that, the only thing left was to go to war. Before the fighting started, Peter had pulled you aside and asked if you really wanted to do this. You were a soldier of Narnia, a force fighting for good, but more than that, you were his friend, and Peter did not want to lose anyone if he could avoid it.

Tucked into a quiet alcove of Cair Paravel, golden hair rusted over with the shadows of the dark corner, Peter’s hands had tightened around yours as he said, “You can leave now, Y/N. If you want to. I want you to be safe.”

You had shaken your head. “Absolutely not. Narnia is my home, Peter. I can’t leave when she needs me.”

Peter had sighed ruefully, but the spark of pride behind his worried expression had told you what you wanted to know the most: having you there with him meant more than he could possibly describe. The two of you are friends, just friends, but sometimes, you think that the sort of friendship you have with him has long outstripped any sort of bond of camaraderie either of you have held with anyone else. If you die, you will do it by his side. If he falls, he wants you there to see it.

Thus the battle was waged. You donned your armor as quickly as you could, grabbing your weapons before helping the other soldiers. It was time to defend your homeland. No cause could be more important. No risk could be as worthy.

The sun is setting over the hills; Peter cannot see much of it, tucked into the cave as the two of you are, but the loss of light is enough to cause him significant worry. The attackers, although arrived around noon the previous day, had waited until the dark of night to close their ranks and begin the fight. It had added a deadly edge of danger to an already perilous battle, what with the reduced visibility.

The battle had been fought well through the night and into the next dawn, but Peter is not sure that another midnight spent in this stone refuge will prove a good idea for either of you. Mainly for you; Peter looks down again, noticing that your eyes flutter closed more than they stay open, and your skin looks dull and tired even without the loss of light. He pulls you closer to him, shuts his eyes, and prays to anyone who will hear, anyone worthwhile listening, that someone will save you. Not even him. It just has to be you.

Night falls and you hear the clang of steel against steel reverberating around you. Your soldiers, though kept in rigorous practice, have not been to war in a while. They do not exercise the cruelty that the enemy fighters seem to have in spades. What you do have is heart, though, and Narnia has taught you that even the most formidable of odds can be overturned in time.

Slowly, surely, light begins to creep over the sky, and the Narnians manage to push their attackers back from Cair Paravel, over the uneven, rocky ground and towards the mountains once more. Smooth ground twists itself with stone outcroppings, making the fight even trickier than it was before. You step over bodies on the ground, unable to tell whether they are friend or foe, but you force yourself to keep your head. It would not do to lose control now.

Dawn is upon you at last, touching rosy fingers over scarlet blood and pearlescent bone. There is no such thing as a good fight, an honorable war, and if you return home, the lingering knowledge of what has been done upon this land will sit with you for a long time to come. When you come home, that is. After all of this, you must survive. Narnia must survive.

A shout, a scream; soldiers pour over the hills again, and you realize with a chill that your enemies had reinforcements in line, waiting for something like this to happen. You managed to get yourself stuck on the outskirts of the battle in an attempt to go after some higher ranking officials in the enemy army, and now you’re lost in the downstream current of dozens of opposing soldiers flooding towards you.

Too many for you to fight by yourself, that much is certain, but you have no choice now. They encircle you, and even as you manage to take down some, there are too many of them. One raises his sword as you parry another soldier, and when you blink, it has pierced your armor, threading your ribs. It doesn’t hurt and then it does, an agony like lightning rattling through your entire body.

You might scream, you’re not sure of it. You wait for them to kill you, but strangely enough, the death blow does not come. Someone catches you before you fall, and the early morning sun shines on golden curls. Peter. He’s found you, somehow, in the tumult of the battle. You can just hear him shouting to his men that he’s going to take you to cover, and then he’s picked you up, cradling you in his arms like a bride, and running for shelter.

There’s a cave not far from here. Peter stumbles in, twisting past boulders and turns in the tunnel before he gently puts you down behind the cover of a rocky outcropping. There are too many of them out there, running past the mouth of the cave, so Peter does not dare leave you even when you tell him that you’ll be fine. It is a lie. He knows it. He stays.

Peter tells you that, despite the arrival of the enemy reinforcements, he believes the battle will be settled in favor of the Narnians. The enemy fighters were desperate, they knew they were going to lose, which was why they called in more men. They’re still being forced past the Narnian borders, though, even with a king and a soldier pulled out of the fight like this.

Peter won’t risk leaving you, not with the precarious shape you’re in. Besides, the landscape is so messed up with rocks that he is not sure that he could find this particular cave if he steps outside of it to fight again. You can hear the shouts of men, but neither of you can tell whether they’re Narnian or not. To shout back is to risk death.

Instead, the two of you stay there in the cave, feeling the hours tick by, unable to do a thing about it. Peter grows more restless as you grow more still. He tells you that his siblings will look for the two of you, that when they come, you will be safe.

“We’ll be fine,” he says, voice unnaturally slow, like a schoolboy repeating a lesson he’s learned by heart, “We’ll be fine.” You’re not entirely sure if he believes it.

And then it is dark again, and there is still no one here. Peter does not know if you are alive. He is telling himself that you are, because to keep up desperate hope is far better than giving in to the fear that he has lost you like this. There is a chance you have survived; the enemy soldier who hit you had slashed you across the front instead of stabbing you directly, which is what Peter did when he stumbled upon the scene and realized that he was about to lose the only person that matters to him more than anything else. We all have our demons, our secrets.

A scratching sound at the mouth of the cave, somewhat like a mouse but heavier, too, more purposeful. Could an enemy soldier have come back to finish the job? They may not have been able to take Cair Paravel, but they could at least slaughter the High King while they were running away.

Peter feels his entire body tense, his hand resting on his sword. He dares not draw it, too afraid of risking the noise. He’ll fight for both of them if he has to. He’ll keep them alive a little longer. Y/N does not stir by his side.

And then– a voice, just a few meters away. “Peter?”

It’s his sister. It’s Susan. Peter lets out a gasp of relief that could be a sob and calls back as loudly as he dares, “Susan?”

A clattering of footsteps and three siblings descend into the cave. Edmund’s eyes are wide and scared, but the fear starts to go away when Peter carefully gets to his feet and pulls his younger brother into an embrace. Ed starts to say something about how he thought– he thought– but Peter says it’s okay, he is not hurt, but then the words roll back on his tongue because Y/N is not okay, and therefore he cannot be, either.

Lucy has already found her friend lying motionless on the ground and hurriedly rummages through the small red bag on her side, reaching for the healing cordial she received so long ago. She carefully lets a few drops fall onto Y/N’s mouth, and the entirety of several millennia passes before Y/N coughs quietly and starts to sit up.

Peter falls to his knees, wrapping his arms around her. Distantly, he hears Susan ushering his siblings away, something about wanting to give them space, but he does not care, he does not care because she is alright, Y/N is alright, and that means he is, too, very much alright.

Y/N whispers in his ear, voice still hoarse but healing, slowly. It’s okay, they have time. “You stayed?”

“Yes,” Peter says back, choking on some unnameable emotion, “I did. I would never leave you, Y/N. I– I love you. You know that.”

She does. “I love you too,” she says, and Peter can find it within himself to smile at last, to help her up, to walk back with her to the castle. They have time. It is okay. They will all, somehow, be alright after this, and that means that far fewer worries crown Peter’s head tonight and all nights after that.

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vampvvy · 1 year ago

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Could I request Blue Exorcist Rin relationship headcanons with a female half angel half human reader? Please and thank you!

Angelic. | R. Okumura.

warnings: none it’s SFW.

A/N: So polite<3 Ofc you can request so. I don’t know of the specific angelic features you wished for but i’ll imagine the reader to have long wings.

Prologue.

Rin had a hard time trusting most celestials, simply because of the horrible experiences he’s gone through with most, but with you he has become quite awestruck.

At first he would simply watch from afar, not knowing of your secret. While training alongside you in True Cross Academy he couldn’t find himself to resist you, as if you were a delicate temptation sent from his grotesque “father”.

After a while he noticed how you never took off your layers of drapes and robes, how you carried around a plain staff made of a pure metal, stronger than one would believe, and soon he vowed to find out what you were hiding.

Long pearly wings slipped out of the simple bind that wrapped around your chest and wings, pressing them together.

Stretching out and fluffing far behind you, losing some feathers behind you as you prolonged the freedom of your luscious wings. The prominent shock on his face as his pointy ears and cheeks flared up like the color of a cherry wine.

“….?…WHAT?????”

Relationship.

Rin would be extremely proud of who you are. A strong being such as you marveling in his own presence left him stunned.

Very protective. Worries about you constantly as if you weren’t stronger than him with your heavy staff and long stamina. He nearly threw Suguru in the fountain for him simply shoving you a little too hard.

Treats you with the upmost of care, always delicate with you.

Helps you pluck and fluff out your irritated or damaged feathers. Soothing your stretched wings as he massages conditioner on the sensitive follicles. (You do the same with his tail.)

Turns to putty whenever you show complete and utter affection to him. Has no problem with PDA but would rather his enemies not know of your relationship so it’s private for the moment.

Poor baby is a sensitive boy, so many things has happened to him in such a small span of time. His heart aches constantly and he confides in you with his troubles. He can’t ever bear having any arguments with you.

Extreme crybaby behind closed doors. His heart is not nearly as strong as his will, and with the constant betrayal of his friends and his own twin his strong facade always strays.

Loves cooking for you, makes bentos and breakfast for you. Always knows you’ll give him the best commentary and suggestions. Making his meals even better than before.

Argued with Yukio once because he believed that you were a bad influence on Rin, saying that you bring out a bad side in him and that he was clearly unstable with you, but in fact Rin was at his best with you. (Rin believed he was simply jealous because of you being so “amazing”.)

Shiemi constantly tries to advance on him with the help of Izumo not knowing of your relationship with him. You trusted Rin with about every ounce of your human and angelic being, but she was very persistent. Of course Rin was loyal to you, more than you could ever believe.

Rin loved kissing you, hugging you, practically merging with your being while doing so. Very inexperienced and constantly bites your lips and tongue with his fangs, might cause you to bleed slightly.. he had no control.. Oops.

Loves to fall asleep with your angelic voice speaking to him. Whenever he wakes up on your lap after falling asleep, he swears he genuinely goes to heaven. The gorgeous light illuminates the deep color of your hair and bounces off of you. He falls in love over and over with you.

©VAMPVVY 2023

#ao no exorcist #blue exorcist #rin okumura #rin okumura x reader #relationship headcanons

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midnightsun-if · 1 year ago

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I CANNOT believe no one has asked the classic: how would the ROs react to the MC dying in their arms?

The wind whistles a mournful tune throughout the battlefield— blood glitters like rubies underneath the fading light of day, scorched earth a darkened husk in the places magic had gotten a bit too out of hand, and the steady breeze brings with it the scent of death.

None of that mattered to the singular figure knelt in the middle of the growing carnage; the battle all but forgotten in the face of what has happened. There couldn’t be anything more important than stopping the blood from escaping— tense fingers pressed into a gaping wound that they desperately avoid looking directly at.

They knew you were gone, or close to it, but they couldn’t tear themself from your side. Couldn’t even comprehend leaving you. Not now. Not ever.

Koda: “E-Everything is going to be okay,” he mutters, tears running down his face in complete contrast to his words. Whiskey brown eyes, normally filled with so much warmth, continuously flash amber as he fights to control himself, to control his bear that desperately wants to rip the person who did this to shreds. “You’re going to be fine and then I’m going to take you to meet Pola, okay?” He tugs you closer into his arms, pressing a brief kiss to you forehead. “We’re going to be one big family. Like we’ve talked about and I can’t have that without you. So you gotta be okay.”

Scarlett: Obsidian black nearly eclipses the viridescent green of her gaze, a snarl bares sharpened fangs completely, while dirt streaks across fair skin. She hunches over your body, muscles tight in her protective stance, while she desperately tries to think of what she could do. With each moment that went by, with every second she wasted, her mate, her heart, was vanishing right before her eyes. “Just hold on a little longer, my love. Just a little bit longer.” Scarlett wasn’t above begging now— she’d kneel before anyone, grovel before any god, if it meant keeping you with her. She could feel venom pooling in her mouth, her need to rip everyone, ally or not, to shreds that got too close overwhelming her, but she remains steadily by your side. “You promised me forever,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead, desperately trying to ignore how cold it has become. “Please do not make that a lie. Please do not leave me in a world without you.”

Cyrus/Cyra: Their head whips back and forth frantically, hands shakily pressing down into your side as they simultaneously pull you closer. “Why aren’t they working?” They gasp, golden tears falling from their eyes and into your wound. “Why aren’t you getting better? Why am I not strong enough to save you?” Their lips press against your temple, crimson beginning to make a home within their gaze. “You can’t leave me. We still have so many things to do, to see, I—” A painful breath erupts from their lips in the form of a sharp sob, more tears falling down their face and uselessly to you. “I can’t lose you. I can’t be the ruler I’m meant to be unless you’re by my side. I need you. Please.”

Quinn: A rumbling snarl begins to build deeply within their chest, clawed hands, as they couldn’t stop their wolf from beginning to peak out, press firmly against your side. The scent of your blood, even if it wasn’t truly yours, causes nausea to roil within their stomach, their heart lurching at the sight of your slackening face. They know their only a small breakdown from shifting completely, from causing a rampage that only death would stop, but they take a deep breath, pulling you against their chest in a gentle hold. “I’m here, sweetheart.” Tears drop onto your cheeks, your unresponsive gaze locked with their own. “I’m not going anywhere, okay? So you better not either? Not when we have so many adventures left.”

Caden: They could feel your life force waning, could feel the pain ravaging your soul, and they want nothing more than to take it away, to lead you to a place that you’d be able to rest, that you’d be able to find peace, but they weren’t ready to say goodbye to you yet. Even if it was selfish, even if it meant you’d never forgive them, they couldn’t let you go. They’d be able to see you, but it’d never be for long, and they’d never be able to stay, as it wasn’t in the cards for what they were. The moment your soul passed on, the moment you left their grasp, all they would have is their memories, the phantom touch of your hands, and the faint echoes of the warmth you offered them after so long of being stuck in the cold. “I’m not ready,” they murmur, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “I’m not ready to say goodbye. I’m not ready to be cold again.”

Sloane: A mournful howl rips from their chest, their wolf taking control instantly as they shrink within themself. They know that you were gone, they’ve seen the waxy quality on skin before, have seen the listless expression before, and knows exactly where it leads, they know that you’re already past a point of return— even if they’d do anything to get you back. A furred body gently curls around you, a muzzle, with teeth that could tear through flesh like it’s paper, softly shifts your arm to wrap around their neck, and they nuzzle into your chest. Great heaving breaths wrack their body, their tail thrashes against the ground in agony, but they press closer, trying to give you the warmth that your body is now lacking. You’re my pack. My family. They press impossibly closer. Please don’t leave me all alone.

Blake: “H-Hey,” they chide, trying their best to ignore the tears steadily slipping down their cheeks, as they gently maneuver you onto their lap. “We’re not gonna do this, okay? This is not where we’re going to say goodbye. You know that I’m the one that demanded to die first, and I made you swear you’d abide by that.” They choke out a laugh, although it’s more aligned to a gasping sob. “We wouldn’t want you to be an oath-breaker, right?” At your lack of a response to their joke more tears slips from violet eyes, their head bowing over your body. Hands desperately grasping at whatever they could hold as they latch onto you, gently rocking your body back and forth within their arms. “You taught me so much. You taught me what it means to have a friend, to know what unconditional love feels like, and I can never repay you. I don’t know what my life will be like without you. I don’t want to know what my life will be like without beside me. I—” They choke out another sob. “Please don’t go where I can’t follow.”

Reginald/Regina: They shake their head, shock working its way down their body. “This shouldn’t be happening. This can’t be happening.” They press their hands firmly into your side, multi-colored eyes flashing with barely concealed panic. “I’m the one that’s supposed to die first, remember? I’m the silly human in all of this. You’re the big bad vampire. You—” They stop, breathing out a sharp gasp, leaning down to press their forehead against yours. “You can’t be dying. You can’t leave me before I’ve even had the chance to have you. Before we’ve had the opportunity to be together fully. You’re going to be okay, alright? I’m not going to accept anything else. You’re going to be okay.” They tug you firmly against their body, hating how malleable you were to their touch. You have to be okay.

#midnight sun #asks #ro: blake herrera #ro: koda kingston #ro: c aurelia #ro: quinn grant #ro: r presley #ro: sloane addams #ro: caden randall #ro: scarlett voltaire #scenario asks #angst

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lucygxybaird · 2 months ago

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a spooky season AU sequel to my shootout fic

The wind is whistling around the house, sneaking frigid fingers inside wherever it can find purchase — under the door, in between the boards of the walls, even boldly finding its way down the chimney. It’s been a surprise to him to watch the mornings thaw slowly into sunny afternoons, the sun gathering strength again, as if he can’t quite believe that so much time has passed. The seasons changing, especially from winter to spring, has always seemed gentle to him, a reminder that things will come good again.

But now, it saws at him like a knife, the edges serrated and hungry, severing the time when his life mattered — the time when you were with him — from the rest of it, however many years he’s forced to eke out before he can be with you again.

“Billy?”

It’s not the first time he’s heard your voice since you left him — it has infused his dreams since the moment he laid you to rest, weaving in the way smoke will cling to clothes, to skin and hair, to any and everything it touches — but it’s the first time he’s heard it like this. Which is to say, wide awake, staring at fingers of moonlight slide across the planks above his head.

“Billy…”

It sounds so clear, so pleading, and God help him, it sounds so close. As if you’re just on the other side of the window, instead of resting beneath the tree in the yard, the willow whose branches cast their protective shadow over you. He hopes you like the place he’s chosen for you, the marker he carved himself. It has your name and the day you were born, but not the day you died, because he can’t bear to set that day down in his own hand —

“Billy!”

His eyes have drifted shut without his own permission, but now they fly open as he sits upright, as if someone has pulled him up by the collar. Billy’s hand steals under his pillow, where he keeps his gun, but he doesn’t draw it out.

He would know your voice just by the way it travels on the air, without even having to hear it, a silent song to which his own blood would cry in kind. What he doesn’t know is how he could be hearing you so clearly right now, when he’s all too aware that you’re just one more person who has been dealt the ultimate punishment just for trusting him. For loving him.

Tick, tick, tick—

The sound, like a rapid-fire series of pebbles hitting the window, draws his eyes over to it. He can’t make sense of what he’s seeing at first — not just because it’s impossible, but because he’s wanted it so much that his mind rears back from the sight, like a frightened horse bucking in panic. He cannot lose what he does not have, and so he is afraid to grasp this possibility at all.

He shakes his head, his eyes blank and staring as he fights the urge to blink.

When he was a little boy, he had a recurring nightmare, where he would cry out for his mother and she would come to him, sitting on the edge of his little cot. “Don’t blink, Billy,” she’d urge him, grasping earnestly at his hands. “Don’t blink.” And he would try so very, very hard, his eyes burning, but every time, he would fail.

And every time, she would disappear, a wraith melting into the air. Billy would wake up crying, stuffing his fist into his mouth lest Kathleen hear, afraid that she truly would disappear if she actually came to him. The dream was so vivid that he’d never been entirely sure if he was awake or not, and so he would lay awake, staring at the ceiling until he saw the shadows flee to the corners as the sun began to rise.

His eyes are starting to burn now, tears gathering, as he stares at your face framed in the window. Surely, if he blinks, you’ll disappear like his mother did.

“Billy,” you say again, and you put your hand against the windowpane.

Your voice is muffled, your face swimming behind the warped, frostbitten glass, but you're here.

You're here.

He’s out of bed in a moment, nearly tripping over his feet in his haste to cross the room. Wrenching the door open, ignoring the cold, he stumbles around the corner of the house, grabbing at your shoulders. He expects to grasp at nothing except wintry air, but he finds you, solid and real, if not chilled to his touch.

He doesn’t think anything of it, except to immediately draw you into his arms, trying to warm you up. The snows have melted by now, but spring is still weeks away, if not longer; cold lingers long, and it sticks, turning the skin to marble and soaking into the ground. You’re both in bare feet, but you aren’t shivering; instead, you’re still, staring at him as if you’re trying to drink in the sight of his flushed, shocked face.

“I don’t…” Billy croaks, burying his face in the crook of your neck. It’s as if he has to assure himself through every sense he has that you’re really here, even if it doesn’t make any sort of sense. He can feel you in his arms, he can smell you as he grips greedily at your waist, although —

You don’t smell like you.

He remembers your perfume of lavender mixed with orange water. He knows, because he bought it for you himself, and you wore it every day since then. Or you had.

But now you simply smell like…well, earth. Dark, rich, ancient, shot through with cold.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. “Oh, Billy, I’m so sorry. I…I want to tell you everything, but I’m…”

He lifts his face to look up at you, and your face is white, your eyes rimmed with red and filmed with fear. “Baby, if this is real, if I ain’t dreamin’, you can tell me anything,” he says. “I just…I…god, honey, I missed you so much…”

His voice cracks, and you immediately take his face between your hands, as if you can hold him together. “I missed you, too,” you say. “You have no idea.”

You hesitate, looking at the house. “What’s wrong?” Billy says, and you look back at him, taking a deep breath.

“I need you to invite me in.”

Billy’s startled into laughing, looking between you and the house as if he expects to find another structure standing there. “What are you talkin’ about? Baby, this is your home.”

“I know,” you say, smiling tentatively at him. “But things are different now. I’ll explain it all, I promise, but I just need you to invite me inside.”

“C-come in?” Billy says uncertainly, as if all the manners his mother instilled in him have simply flown out the window, and you smile.

“That’s fine,” you say.

He smiles back at you, still utterly stunned, not fully able to believe that this is real and not some strange, beautiful dream. “I love you,” he says, as if testing the waters. Surely, this is where a dream would fall apart; you’ll disappear, too, or you’ll laugh at him, or you’ll fall to the ground, your wounds bleeding fresh.

Instead, you reach out to cup his cheek in your icy palm. “Oh, Billy, I love you so much,” you say. “Please don’t forget that.”

His brow furrows. As if he could ever forget.

Billy takes you by the hand, leading you inside, and he immediately pulls you into bed. In part, he just wants to get you warm, but he also doesn’t know what else to do. Even in the midst of his joy, he feels unmoored, uncertain. This bed, with you in it, has always been his safe haven. No matter the hellfire he walked through, no matter if he bent under a hail of bullets or over the grave of a friend, as long as he knew he had you, waiting in the warm oasis of blankets and your arms — he could withstand anything.

“Billy,” you whisper, nestling into his chest just as you always did. He closes his eyes, his arms looping tightly around you. It helps, laying here, like he thought it would. He can pretend, at least for a moment, that none of it happened — finding you too late, your body little more than a shell, broken, everything that made you you spilled out into the air. Gone. Burying you, wishing he could be with you.

You’re here now; he doesn’t understand why, but as long as the two of you are laying here, entwined, peaceful, he can tell himself it doesn’t matter. None of it happened. It wasn’t real. This is real, this moment, right now. Before and beyond is meaningless.

“Love,” he says softly, as if it’s your name. And it might as well be.

You burrow into his arms, and despite pulling the blankets up around the two of you and holding you as tightly as he can, Billy can still feel how cold you are. You aren’t shivering, but it’s as winter itself has rooted in your skin. He rubs at your back, and he feels you press your face against his neck. You do shiver then, once, but then you’re still, pliant in his arms.

“Billy, I…I have to tell you something,” you say, and you sit up, propping yourself up on your elbow to look into his face. “I just — I’m afraid. I don’t want you to hate me.”

“I could never,” he says, immediately, without a whisper of hesitation.

Your mouth trembles. “Or you’ll be disgusted by me.”

“Never,” he says again.

Another tremor of your lips. “Or you’ll be frightened of me.”

This time, he just mutely shakes his head. He can’t imagine being frightened of you, or disgusted, or anything except so in love with you that he wears it like a second skin, as vital and intrinsic to him as the skin he was born with, beautiful and fragile and apt to bleed him dry if it’s ever torn away from him again.

“Just tell me,” he says. “Whatever it is, it can’t be as bad as losin’ you. It just can’t be.”

You rub at your eyes with both hands, and you speak with your eyes covered like that. “I can’t die, Billy,” you say. “Not really. I can be hurt, and badly, yes. That’s what you saw, that day.”

He grits his teeth. Your words aren’t sinking in yet, not fully. I can’t die. But he saw you. He’ll never forget that moment for the rest of his life.

“I lost so much blood,” you whisper. “We can bleed, you know. It’s just…it takes so much more for us to really be injured. I was just a husk by the time you found me.”

That much doesn’t surprise him. He remembers how light you felt, how empty. He’d known then, at once.

“It was good that you buried me where you did,” you say, and he feels a spark of happiness, absurdly pleased that you like where he lay you down. “I can’t be buried in sanctified ground. It was a lovely place to rest, Billy. I liked hearing the wind in the branches.”

He’s so glad that he’s done right by you that it takes him a moment to understand what you’re saying — sanctified ground — and then it all rushes over him at once. What you’ve been trying to tell him. He sits up, and you flinch.

“Billy…”

“Wait,” he says, holding up a hand. “Wait. Just gimme a minute.”

You press your lips together.

He tries to run his mind over what you’ve been saying, trying to connect the pieces in a way that fits, that makes sense. He looks at you, your beloved, perfect face, and he shakes his head. “You don’t gotta tell me any more, unless you want to,” he says. “I understand. I don’t need to know anything else. If this is is how you came back to me, that’s all I need.”

Your lower lip wobbles. “Billy…”

“I don’t care,” he says softly, gently. Trying to offer you a promise, hoping you’ll take it. “Baby, I love you, just as you are. As whatever you are. All I need to know is you love me, too.”

“Of course I do.” You smile at him, but then you shake your head. “But I need to tell you, at least once. I need to say it.”

Billy feels a weight settling on his chest, but far from driving the breath from his lungs, it just makes him feel steady, like a ship dropping anchor. He nods.

You fold your hands together in your lap, a posture of prayer or perhaps penitence. “I’m…” You worry your lower lip between your teeth, as if you’re chewing on the word before you say it. “I’m a vampire, Billy. I don’t drink from humans unless I’m suffering and need the extra sustenance.”

“Like now?” he asks, and you nod. He hesitates just for a moment. “Who?”

You smile thinly. “Let’s just say Jesse and his gang are going to need a few fresh graves of their own.”

He feels a savage leap of pleasure in the pit of his stomach at the thought. He doesn’t ask — it feels oddly intimate — but he hopes you got the man who took you away from him.

“It’s why I was gone for so long. I needed to get my strength back, so I had to go slowly at first. I wanted to come back to you at once, but I couldn’t risk being around you when I was so…” You pause, grimacing. “So weak. So hungry. You wouldn’t have recognized me. I’m so sorry to have kept you waiting.”

“You’re here now,” he says, giving voice to the mantra that has been carved into the metronome of his heart since he first saw you in the window. Here now — here now — here now — everything else is just lilies in springtime, when all he really needs is the warming, fertile earth and the sun on his face.

He smiles at you, and it seems like you take solace from it. You clear your throat and go on. “I was born in Beverly, in the Massachusetts colony, in 1674. I’m…”

You pause again, although this time it just seems as though you’re calculating. He can tell already that you feel easier just having actually said it.

“I’m 204…no, 207 years old,” you say, and he nods, as if this isn’t entirely mind-boggling information. You look at him for a moment, as if bracing yourself for an adverse reaction, but he just offers you a grin.

“Good thing I like older women,” he teases, and you laugh.

“Since when?”

“Since now.”

You smile and shake your head fondly. “Is there anything else you want to know?”

He hesitates for a moment. “Would…would you ever…”

It doesn’t surprise him that you guess what he’s about to say before he actually says it. You’ve always been good at that.

“If that’s what you want,” you say. “But I want you to really think on it, Billy, alright? I know tonight has been…”

“Tonight has been the greatest night of my life,” Billy interrupts firmly, and he watches you try — and fail — to fight a smile.

“I was going to say a lot,” you answer, and you both laugh.

“That’s true, too.”

You frame his face between your hands, looking at him earnestly. “I mean it. Think on it. I want to be with you forever, but you’re asking to give up a lot. More than you know right now.”

“But not you,” he says. “I don’t have to give you up.”

You smile softly. “Not me.”

That’s all he needs to know, but he promises you he’ll think on it, because he knows that’s what you need to hear. He isn’t sure you understand that he simply does not care what he would be giving up, not as long as he gets to keep you in the bargain. If you asked him about heaven, about God and his immortal soul, all he would say is that he would throw the keys to the pearly gates over his shoulder without looking back if it meant he could stay with you forever.

You reach for him, and he moves into your arms, laying his head against your chest. You’ve never held him like this before, and now he understand why. Your chest is still, and there is no drumbeat beneath your skin, no pulse of life. But he knows your still heart belongs to him, just as his beating one belongs to you.

“Sleep, Billy,” you murmur, carding your fingers through his hair. “Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

He closes his eyes, softening in your embrace. Melting.

For the first time in months, he sleeps, deeply and sweetly, and without dreaming. All his dreams have come true, anyway.

You’re here.

#billy the kid 2022 #billy the kid x reader #billy the kid fanfiction #tom blyth

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whalesforhands · 1 year ago

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settle your sorrow pt.7 (satosugu x reader, implied!shoko x reader)

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warnings: fluff, angst, learning to settle your sorrow (haha), a bit geto & shoko-centric, i promise more gojo next time

You’re staring at the vending machine. It’s been a good 2 minutes now.

He contemplates for a moment, simply content with watching you, trying to guess the thoughts running through your mind. Just what intricate concepts would you be conjuring in that pretty head of yours? What kind of questions were you asking? Was it the very obvious, sleek new design of that new green tea in the corner? Did your milk change packaging?

“Suguru…” Your head slowly turns to meet the upturned slits that seemed to be studying you with great interest.

“…could you please lend me 50 yen?”

He bursts out laughing.

“Ah, Geto-san! It’s nice running into you here!” Haibara snaps him out of his daydream, a much needed distraction.

“Haibara.” His tired eyes met the vibrancy of his junior. “Were you not meant to be on a mission?”

“Ahh, about that. Still packing and all, ehe.” Yu is still grinning, tongue sticking out at his lack of preparedness.

“But I’m still super excited to go, of course!”

“Let me treat you to something before you leave, then.”

“Ahaha, that isn’t needed at all, senpai!” He pauses momentarily with a sheepish grin, hands held up as if to deny vehemently. “But I’ll take a cola if you’re offering!” Haibara catches the 500 yen coin tossed at him as Suguru flashes him a smile.

“Want anything, senpai?”

Suguru’s gaze begins to settle back onto the floor.

“Is there chocolate milk left in the machine?”

Haibara diligently scans the selection of drinks, eyes trained and zooming in on the familiar drink.

“Yessir!”

“I’ll have that.”

——

“What kind of woman is your type?”

Suguru huffs, sunken eyes and wild hair as he seats himself on bench, a boisterous Haibara next to him.

“I love girls who eat a lot!”

Suguru makes an exasperated expression as he looks towards the energetic second year, mouth falling open in consternation as he listens to Yu answering the question.

“I’m taken.” His elbows are resting on his knees as he slumps over, his answer brief and quick to get… Whatever this situation was over with.

“That so?” Tsukumo Yuki. She sits herself down right next to him, legs spreading out as she leans back against the wall and crosses her arms.

“Geto Suguru, I presume? Heard lots about ya.”

——

Satoru’s treading back with heavy footfalls, holding onto the hands of both the children he had just… Seized.

(Does this count as adoption…?)

“Is this truly what you want for the future of Jujutsu Sorcery as a whole?”

It’s dark. His eyes zeroed in on Suguru’s form, the clearest thing he could see. The brightest in his eyes.

“If it is… Then I don’t know what to do anymore.” His voice breaks a little at the end, hair haphazardly pulled into his bun as inconsolable brown met overwrought blue.

The crowd buries Geto within as he says those words, the passing of the forgettable passerbys disorienting his vision of his beloved. He can’t see them. He can’t see anyone else when he’s right there.

Satoru has been neglecting him as of late, the damned geezers piling mission after mission onto he and his other.

You’re strong, protect the non-sorcerers. You’re strong, fight for the weak. You’re strong, so just go ahead and die in place for them. You’re strong, so just keep being our puppet so that we can put your talents to use for our own gain.

He knows it’s been hard. He knows how Suguru’s been looking. He knows. He knows. He knows.

He knows it just as well after losing you a year ago.

Suguru needs him. Ever since that mission they went on to that accursed village. Now, more than ever, he can’t lose anyone else. He can’t bear it.

That’s why he can’t just let him walk away like that. He lunges forth, his legs pushing him forward, heavy heart and a voiceless despair, pushing through that faceless crowd as he grabs for Geto’s hand, interlocking their fingers together, as his voice finally squeezes out the words he held.

“Don’t just walk away from me!”

Eh?

The duo stare at each other. Gojo pulls a face, corners of his lips pulling downwards as he bares his teeth, eyes squinting when he saw Suguru holding the 2 familiar twins.

Did he anticipate that he was bringing some kids of his own to the school too?

Gojo sighs as he lands his hand on top of a fluffy mass of black, rubbing vigorously as the kid frowns harder, bothered by the white-haired sorcerer’s treatment of his head.

“You damn copycat.” It’s a laugh coupled with exasperation. As if he couldn’t believe it.

Geto doesn’t falter, a stiff chuckle escaping his lips as he watched the way Gojo interacted with the new faces. This was unexpected.

“Watch your language, Satoru. We’re in front of children.” It’s genuine, light and hearty. They really were hopelessly in sync.

“As if they’ll care if they can’t understand anyway!”

Suguru’s eyes glanced between the carbon copy of the Sorcerer Killer and the… non-sorcerer.

“I see you have… Acquired taste, Satoru.”

Gojo’s sunglasses glint from the orange glow of the sunset. He gets what Geto is implying.

The two girls in Suguru’s arms begin to flit their eyes back between everyone.

“Geto-sama,” Mimiko whispers as she tugs on the fabric of Suguru’s shirt. “Who are those that Gojo-sama holding onto?”

The ravenette could only sigh, tucking his arm further up underneath the girls’ knees to better support them as he looks at his partner.

“Trouble.”

Megumi’s eyes stare blankly at the trio ahead of him, before tugging on Gojo’s arm. A silent question. Tsumiki waves at them, a friendly smile on her face as she greets the young twins.

“That’s him, isn’t it?”

Gojo only grins down at the boy as he continues to hold Tsumiki’s hand.

“That’s right, you smart little runt!” He’s now patting the back of the little boy with exceptional strength, watching with glee even as the boy starts to cough from the sheer power in his taps.

“My one and only!”

——

Shoko stares at the 4 children in front of her. 2 almost identical twins are holding each others’ hands, a stuffed animal clutched within one’s grip. Their expression is one of discomfort, of anxiety, but not fear.

Geto has ensured that they’re safe.

The other 2 are a bit more amicable-looking. Well, one of them. The oldest looking one smiles at Shoko as she waves, whilst the younger brother grasps his sibling’s arm, openly furrowing his brows and just… Scrutinizing her.

Shoko pulls out her phone, a betta fish charm in a familiar colourway jingling as she glances at the time.

18:47

“So you both,” Shoko’s eyes flit up to her two classmates. “Destroyed the only table in the loungeroom.” Her fingers press to her forehead, the pensiveness building up as she recalls the recent events.

“Became a public nuisance.”

She drums her fingers against the surface of your desk as she leans back in your chair.

“Then both decided to coincidentally adopt kids at the same time.”

“I got the twins first.”

“We. And he’s the one copying me!”

“I can’t be the one copying you if…” He stops himself, sighing almost exasperatedly as he pulls a look of mock annoyance as he rolls his eyes. “We got the girls firs-“

“Hah?! What’s with that look-?!”

“All that before the day even ends.” She interrupts, palm pressed to her face as she sighs.

Shoko’s contemplating, the botamochi next to her cup of steaming green tea as she watches the twin girls eye her snack from the corner of her eye.

“In front of you, there’s a little cage. How many kittens are inside of it?”

You think momentarily.

“Mmm, about 4?” Your eyes are closed in thought as you tap a finger against your chin. A sudden thought occurs to you. “There are probably more cages with around 3 or 4 kittens inside it right? Since we would be in a shelter?”

Shoko snickers, lollipop stick hanging over her lips as she flipped through the pages. “So you want 4 or more children, huh? In batches too.”

“What?!” Your head snapped to meet hers so quick you swear you could feel something dislodge. “Where’d you get that idea?!” You’re blushing, your hands over your cheeks as you try to calm the creeping heat of embarrassment.

“According to the love psychology book it says so.” She continues to smirk as she flicks through the pages, gracefully leaning away when she spies you peeking over her shoulder to grab at the book.

“Where’d you even get that?!”

“Library.”

Her expression is placid, eyes blank as she twirls a strand of the hair she’s been growing out, holding the bowl of mochi out to the 4 kids, offering them a piece.

“Do as you like.”

——

Graduation is dreary. A simple celebration within the classroom, attended by no one other than the graduates themselves. The crudely drawn banner made by Gojo, the streamers provided by Shoko and the 3 stalks of flowers within a glass vase seated upon your chair is all the decoration that fills the classroom.

It’s silent, for once, as the SSS trio stood at the front of the class, awaiting Yaga’s arrival to commence the event. This place… Had too many memories.

The nervous, quiet sliding of the door breaks it.

“I-I hope I’m not too late…” In his hand, a singular stalk of forget-me-not flowers. Ijichi anxiously treads in, nearly tripping over his own two feet when he saw Gojo’s intense gaze face him.

“Ah, Ijichi.” Geto greets, hand out up to greet the bo-

“Senpai! We’re sorry we’re late!” Haibara bursts in, scratched up and bruised. Bandages covered almost the entirety of Yu’s body as he hobbles in on his crutches as he attempts to wave a greeting, nearly falling over had it not been for Nanami behind him, pulling him back up.

“The mission took way longer than we expected!”

“More like it took the life out of us.” Nanami sighs out, looking stressed, arm in a cast as he assists a struggling Haibara to a nearby seat.

“But we did so good, senpais! Enough time for us to even make it here on time!” He elbows Nanami to the best of his ability. “We even bought those souvenirs!”

A polite knock at the door catches the attention of everyone.

“Please excuse our intrusion.” Kuroi politely bows as she enters, a shy, agitated Riko hiding behind her as she held onto a bouquet.

“Hey.” She’s averting her gaze, trying to act nonchalant as she walks in, failing upon revealing 4 tiny heads trailing right behind her. “I saw them at the entrance… And they just,” She’s huffing as she hugs the bouquet closer. “Followed us in.”

“We assumed that you knew them.” Kuroi smiles at the trio.

The kids, Nanami, Ijichi, Haibara, Riko and Kuroi. Everyone is here to celebrate with them.

The door slides open a final time. Yaga. With Utahime and Mei Mei right behind him.

“What a crowd. I assume that everyone is here?”

——

Riko forces her eyes away as she spots the purposeful space left empty between Suguru and Shoko, the sorrow starting to swell in her heart as she listened to their homeroom teacher congratulate them, finishing off the remnants of his speech.

“I think you should smile more, Riko-cchi.” You stir the teaspoon within the cup as you held onto the saucer. “You look prettier when you do.”

The tears are starting to gather in the corner of her eyes, her clutch on the bouquet growing tighter and tighter.

“Congratulations on your graduation!” She’s yelling it out, jumping onto her feet, tears finally streaming down her face. The first to vocalize her congratulations. Her voice is fraying, snot trailing down her nose as she desperately tries to make the corners of her lips quirk up.

She’ll smile. For you.

“Congratulations!” A chorus of blessings from the small crowd as applause rings out.

Haibara’s clacking his crutches together as Nanami frowns at him, the twins, tugging at Ijichi’s sleeves to come play with them.

Megumi is brooding in the corner with a laughing and cheery Tsumiki as she chats with Yaga. Utahime is sending Shoko her congrats, tears in her eyes as Mei Mei watches nearby. Satoru is interrupting their heartfelt moment, skipping around and poking fun at her.

It’s peaceful, for the first time in a while. Suguru decides he likes this.

“You’re in a flower field, a place which has the most gorgeous flowers you have ever seen, and the owner says you can take as many as you wish to pick. How many do you take?”

“Huh? Another one?!” You’re grimacing as you look towards Shoko, her face planted in the psychology book, eyes glued to the words.

“Just answer it, will you? How embarrassing could it be?”

You huff. Fine.

“Then… I guess I’d take enough to make bouquets for each of you…” Your eyes blank out, counting in your head how many that would take. Yaga, Nanami, Haibara, Utahime… So many. You don’t want to just give them all a bouquet if it’s the most breathtaking sight ever.

“Maybe I’ll bring everyone I love there?”

“Ehhh? So sappy.”

“Yeah, yeah. I get it! So…” You fight back your blush, waving off Shoko’s provocation. “What does it mean?”

Shoko grins. “Take a guess.”

“What?” You’re irked, cheeks puffing themselves up into a pout. “Can’t you just tell me?!”

——

“Oji-san.” Megumi tugs on Geto’s uniform shirt, a photoframe held within his hand.

Suguru can feel a vein pop. Surely, he doesn’t look that old, right? His depressive episode may have done a number on him, but there’s no way he could’ve aged that immensely like this brat was implying.

“Now, now. Who are you calling-“

He’s interrupted when Megumi abruptly flips the photo frame to face Suguru, a group photo of all four of you from your first year displayed on it.

The black-haired shaman’s breath hitches in his throat.

“Who is this?” His chubby finger is gliding over the glass above your smiling face. “She wasn’t at the…” He furrows his brows. “Grad-you-eight-shun.”

“She’s…” He catches himself. Takes a moment to breathe. “One of the most wonderful people to exist.” He pats Megumi’s head. “You would’ve definitely liked her if you ever met.”

He sees Megumi raising a brow, as if prodding for more. He’ll stop here. To save himself the sorrow.

“Maybe I’ll tell you when you’re a little older.”

(“What’s with the sudden interest in her anyway?”

Megumi remains silent, eyes still trained on your figure.

“Nothing.”

Kids these days.)

——

“Why do you smile so much?” Riko’s tone is indignant, filled with frustration as she watches your carefree grin, eyes upturned even at her prickliness as you float around with her in your bubble.

She’s sat back against the wall, back pressed against it, arms crossed over her chest as she eyes you, waiting for an answer as you steer your cursed technique towards the ground once you witnessed the duo take down the bounty hunters.

You hum in response, gratified that she’s at least taken to speaking to you after Gojo and Geto’s rather rude introductions.

You descend, before turning and holding your hand out, your cursed technique reforming itself into a staircase-like formation.

“It’s because I’m around the people I love,” From behind her, she could hear the complaints of the energetic student alongside his more lax counterpart as they begin to approach.

You tap her nose when she squeezes your hand, making her blink at you in surprise before she suddenly sneezes. You giggle, a happy glow overtaking your face as she stares, perplexed.

“That I think it’s a waste to not be smiling.”

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Notes:

It took both Geto and Gojo awhile to learn to love the kids of the man who… Murdered you. But they never blamed it on Megumi or Tsumiki.

In that memory, Geto actually just went up and bought you the milk you were eyeing. It was a new flavour. Chocolate banana.

The number of flowers you picked/give represented how much love you have for the person/people you’re giving them to.

guys i had to rewrite this entire thing like 3 times

#geto x reader x gojo #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto suguru x reader #dyf au #satosugu x reader #whalewrites #shoko ieiri x reader

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pandorascrush · 2 years ago

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HUNTING YOU

CHAPTER IV : WANT

ALL WORK IS MY ORIGINAL WORK!!!

SUMMARY: The reader is a part of the Metkayina clan. She couldn't help herself as she watched and wanted Neytiri and Jake. Maybe it was because they were the first forest people she had ever seen. But she wanted them like a hunter wants its prey. Little did she know that they had also wanted her and were willing to hunt her if that was the only way they could have her.

WARNINGS: nsfw(18+), smut, minors dni, clit play, degradation kink, fingering, squirting, avatar/na'vi!jake, dilf!jake, fem!bodied reader, metkayina!reader, creampie, unprotected sex, breeding kink, dry humping, pet names (babygirl, dirty girl), poly relationship

PAIRING: jake sully x neytiri, jake sully x reader, neytiri x reader, jake sully x reader x neytiri

NOTES: My song suggestion for this part is… i’m yours by Isabel LaRosa<3

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Your mind has been filled purely with thoughts of Neytiri and Jake. At first it was mostly physical, but after being with Neytiri and having her treat you like a mate would, you couldn't help but start to fall for her. You fell in love with her smile, the way her eyes lit up when she saw her kids, and the way her eyes showed all the love she had for Jake. You couldn't help but want that. You desired to have that life with her, and with Jake. The more you thought about it, the more you realized the reason you were hesitant with Jake, was because you were afraid of loving them both so much that you wouldn't know what to do with yourself if you lost them. Just thinking about the possibility of Neytiri, pulled at your heartstrings causing them to ache. Now thinking about losing her and Jake, you just knew you wouldn't be able to survive it. This ache you felt was due to the fact that you had already lost your family. You were the sole survivor of the attack on the tulkun and na’vi that the metkayina had wrongly accused Payakan of. You were but a child but you remembered how lost and alone you felt having no one left. You wouldn't, you couldn't go through that again.

When you had first seen Jake and Neytiri, the love between them was evident, it had reminded you of the love you saw shared between your parents. You remembered how much your father loved your mother, even to his dying breath. Watching Neytiri love her children makes you yearn and want that bond. The bond between a mother and child was an unbreakable bond, and watching her with the kids made you want to experience that bond with your own children. Watching Jake with the kids was a different experience, the way he so fiercely protected them and his mate made the hole in your heart more evident. You wanted those bonds, you wanted a mate, you wanted them as your mates. You were afraid of having it all, mates, children, a family, and then just losing them again. That is the reason you hesitated on being with Jake. Neytiri filled you with nurture and she could seem to understand you without words. She was shy at first but slowly let that veil of pretend fall. Jake on the other hand was more assertive and dominating from the beginning. They both made you feel as if they were the missing pieces you had been missing your entire life. You were used to being the independent hunter, that's why when you were of age you decided to be in the furthest mauri alone, you were afraid of getting too close to people and became used to being alone. But when they showed up, it was as if you saw the sun for the first time, they made you see all that you had been missing, and you ended up being the hunted.

“Neytiri I am afraid. I can’t bear the thought of having you two, having it all, and just losing it again.” You said through teary eyes as you finally confessed to her. It had been two days since you gave into each other and mated. You missed her when she left, and yearned to be a part of their family as you would pass by their mauri and see them sitting together. She leaned you into her, sitting by your side as she leaned your head on her chest while she rubbed your back soothingly.

“You will never lose us ma y/n. If Eywa has chosen to bring us together it has been for a reason. You cannot be afraid of living a full life that will bring you happiness with mates and a family. You cannot keep running from Jake.” She said pointedly as she looked you in your eyes. Her golden eyes make you lose yourself in her gaze.

“I know ma Neytiri. I will run, but this time into Jake. Into what Eywa has blessed us with.” You said as you looked at her lovingly this time. But doubt still swirled in your mind.

“Is it even possible to form tsaheylu with two mates?” You asked her curiously as doubt began to swirl in your mind.

“It is. Especially if it was a union blessed by Eywa. Jake was Toruk Macto, he himself was blessed by Eywa herself.” She told you reassuringly as you leaned your forehead into hers. As you looked into her eyes, but couldn't help yourself but lean in to kiss her softly. As you kissed her, you parted her lips with your tongue slipping it through wanting to memorize the taste of her. Her tongue slipped into your mouth as your hands went to cup her breasts and her hands went to cup your mound. She slowly let one hand trail under your loincloth, teasing your folds with her fingers. You leaned into the kiss, moaning as you let one hand slip under her top to pinch her nipples as the other slipped under her loincloth searching for her pussy. As her fingers found your clit, yours found her pussy and you slowly began slipping one finger in slowly.

“Please do not run from us y/n.” She let out as she struggled to come up with a coherent sentence.

“I am running towards you.” Is all you managed to say before you got lost into each other. You had ended up with her laying beneath you as you continued your assault on her pussy. With your mouth sucking on her nipples and a hand in her pussy, you began fingering her slowly. You fucked her with your pointer finger as your thumb began rubbing tight circles over her clit. You pulled her left nipple in your mouth, biting down slowly and she let out a mix between a hiss and moan. You moved to her right nipple and gently sucked as your fingers quickened their pace. You could feel her wetness dripping down your hand as you rubbed tight circles on her clit.

“Pleas ma y/n - please let me cum.” She practically begged you. You wanted to taste her on your mouth so you quickly went down to her pussy and began sucking on her clit. With your mouth sucking on her clit, you sped up the pace of your fingers. She couldn't help but throw one of her legs over your shoulders as her hands pinched her nipples. You could feel her clenching over your fingers, so you rubbed the spongy spot inside of her and she came all over your mouth, grinding her pussy up into your face as her legs shook.

“Y/N ma mate, im cumming.” Her words took you by surprise, even after everything she had said so you slowly stopped your thrusting letting her come down from the aftershocks. You looked up at her and you began crawling over her, coming to sit on her waist.

“You do want me as a mate ma Neytiri?” You asked with some doubt still lingering as you looked down at her. She brought a hand up to cup your face as she pulled you down towards her.

“Of course I do, you were a missing piece I didn't know I was missing.” She said as she gazed up at you. She pulled you down into a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue as you began grinding your pussy on her stomach. The wetness mixed with the friction on your clit made you egged on as you began slowly thrusting on her stomach. She could feel your wetness as she gripped onto your hips and pulled your pussy over her face. You hovered your pussy over her face, afraid of sitting down and crushing her, but she quickly pulled your pussy down to her face immediately taking your clit in her mouth. You couldn't help it but let your weight fall over her as you leaned your arms back, supporting them on her thighs. She quickly changed to thrusting her tongue in and out of your pussy as she moved one hand to rub tight circles over your clit. You couldn't help but grind down onto her face, needing more. You brought one hand up to your breasts and began pinching down on your nipples as you grind your pussy on her tongue. She could feel you close to cumming, so she sped up the pace of her thrusts and rubbed fast and tight circles over your clit. Your wetness began soaking her face, causing for a delicious friction on your clit to heighten. She needed to taste your cum again, so she pulled your hips down with both hands and grinded your pussy down on her face as you pinch your nipples. You came with a cry all over her face as your pussy spasmed all over her tongue. As you came down from your high, you slowly brought yourself to lay on top of her.

“Ma Neytiri, ma mate,” You told her lovingly as you rubbed some of your cum off her lips with your fingers. But she took your fingers and licked them clean, and she looked into you, you just knew it was right.

“You will always have me, ma mate.” She declared as she pulled you in for one last soft kiss.

You had been swimming on your skimwing towards the edge of the clan when you could almost feel him coming up behind you. It had been a few days since you first gave yourself to Neytiri, and just a day since you had last been with her. You had begun to feel guilty for being with Neytiri, but still avoiding Jake. Something about his dominating presence just filled you with nerves. You weren't afraid of him, and it's not that you didn't want to, you were just afraid of having him, because what if he decided you weren't enough. He came to a stop next to you, and simply sat in silence on his own skimwing. He hasn't looked at you, and even that filled you with worry, maybe you had been too harsh with him.

“Come with me.” Is all he said as he began swimming in front of you. He hadn't even bothered to look back at you. You obediently started trailing behind when you realized, why are you listening to him? You had been swimming for a while when you decided to take off swimming, in the direction you suspected he was leading you too. He immediately took off after you diving and jumping in the air mimicking the moves you made on your skimwing. When you finally got to your destination you took off running. You knew exactly where he was taking you, afterall it is the first place you had seen him and Neytiri mate, and the first place you and Neytiri mated.

It had been two weeks since they arrived and you could tell Neytiri felt the most out of place. She would come gather around the other women but would leave immediately, noticing how some of them still saw her as a stranger. It had happened again today but before she could make it back to her mauri to sulk, you had managed to catch up to her.

“Neytiri wait.” You said surprising her, it was surprising someone had actually bothered to call her by her name.

“Yes y/n?” She asked a little weary. She had seen you around after having been introduced, but she hadn’t bothered to come up to you. Afraid of rejection.

“Would you please let me go on your next flight with you?” You asked excitedly as your tail swung behind you in an excited manner. After all, you wanted to get to know her more, and the thought of flying on her ikran with her excited you.

“Oh, of - of course. I did not know you wanted to fly with me.” She said shyly. She couldn't help but admit to herself she thought you were beautiful, but to actually be alone with you would be different. She took you early the next day. When you first got on her ikran you ended up behind her, hugging her by the waist in order to secure yourself. With two hands on her ikran, she took off into the air as you squeezed your body directly behind her. The feeling of the wind in your hair made you feel free. It was no surprise as to why she would fly so often on her ikran. From the height above, everything looked smaller. You flew above the forest area that was on the outskirts of your clan, it was actually not that far from your own mauri. As you landed in a clearing, you couldn't help but be in awe, shocked that you hadn't even seen this part of your home.

That same night you decided to go back, wanting to see it in the dark. You jumped on your skimwing and took off to the outskirts, confident that you remembered where exactly to go. You were surprised to see Jake’s ikran and assuming he was alone, you jumped off and took off to go find him, afraid that he might be lost since he didn't know the area. Your feet slowed as you began listening to your surroundings. As you snuck around, careful not to startle anything, you began to hear what you imagined were two animals mating. But as you crept further, you couldn't be more wrong.

Neytiri was on all fours, and Jake seated directly behind her. They had their queues bonded as he took her from behind. You could see Jake’s cock pumping in and out of her pussy glistening with her wetness. He was thrusting into her like an animal in heat as he held onto her braid and pulled her head back.

“I can never get enough of this pussy.” He practically growled out in between thrusts as all Neytiri could simply do was dig her fangs into her lip.

“Ma Jake please - please let me cum.” She begged as she reached one of her hands in between to rub her clit. All he could do was bare his teeth as he grabbed her suddenly by her waist and flipped her over. He now had her on her back, with her legs pushed up to her chest as he spread her legs to fit himself between her. He slowly sunk her cock into her pussy, making her feel every inch. All Neytiri could do was cry out in pleasure as he reached even deeper inside of her with his cock. He quickly began jackhammering away as he held her legs to his chest with his hands. He leaned down to kiss her as he thrust, devouring her mouth with his own as she reached her hand up to rub her clit again. Every hard thrust made his balls slap her ass, and he was close to cumming. With one hand playing with her clit and her other hand pulling Jake’s head down to kiss him, she came clenching around his cock. As she came milking his cock, Jake’s hips began to sputter as his thrusts became sloppy, finally cumming deep inside of her. From where you were watching, you could see his cum leaking out of her pussy dripping down their thighs. He slowed his thrusts, but still remained inside of her, pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“I’m scared Jake. I cannot bear the thought of losing any of you, of losing our home again.” She said softly, almost too softly for you to hear.

“No matter where we go, Neytiri, you are my home. This family is our home and I will do anything to protect it.” He said fiercely as he looked into her eyes. Their statements suddenly made your heart clench. You yearned for that feeling of protection, of love and of family. Yes you were independent, but you still wanted to experience being taken care of for once. You wanted what they had, a mate, family, and happiness.

As you came to a stop in the clearing from running, you couldn't help but get distracted by the memories of Neytiri here. That gave Jake the advantage to run up behind you and tackle you to the floor. You started squirming, trying to fight against his strong hold anticipating what came next as you could feel his hard cock against your stomach.

“I can smell Neytiri here, you know. I can smell you here, and the smell of your cunt.” He said hotly into your ear as he pinned your hands above you.

“And I can smell the scent of her cunt all over your lips.” You said into his ear hissing as you started rolling your hips up into his. As you continued rolling your hips into his, you could feel his hard cock get heavy against your cunt. He dropped his head into the crook of your neck and began trailing kisses down to your breasts. He let go of your hands and immediately began taking your top off as your own hands went down to your loincloths. He quickly had your top off, tossing it to the ground and your own hands tore off the loincloths that were keeping you from one another. Once your breasts were free, he dropped his head down and began suckingly lightly on your nipples, as one of his hands began rubbing up and down your slit.

“Jake - Jake please- touch me.” You moaned as you could feel yourself getting wetter. Letting go of your nipple with a pop from his mouth, he went to your mouth and began parting your lips with his tongue. As you parted your lips to let him in, he slipped his tongue in and began a feverish kiss and his fingers rubbed up and down your slit, finding your clit. Your hand went to his cock and you began pumping him slowly as he began thrusting two fingers inside of your pussy. He hooked two fingers inside and began spedding up his thrusts as his thumb began rubbing slow circles on your clit.

“Is this what you want, girl? My fingers deep in your pussy as you beg me to let you cum.” You couldn't form any words as everytime his fingers thrust inside of you it would pass over that spongy spot inside your pussy. He suddenly stopped and gripped your face with his free hand as he forced you to look at him.

“I asked you a question, now answer.” He all but growled at you. By this point you were so wet you could hear the squelching sounds your pussy made, and you began to feel your legs shake.

“Yes Jake - yes ma Jake - it is all I want.” You practically cried out as he began rubbing even tighter circles on your clit. He quickly dropped his mouth down onto your nipples and began sucking as her fingers sped up, rubbing those tight circles on your clit. Your nipples became incredibly hard as you began to feel that familiar coil forming in your belly. He could tell you were close as your pussy began clenching around his fingers, and your wetness began dripping out of you. He quickly changed positions and moved down to your pussy, taking your clit into his mouth sucking hard as his fingers quickened. You couldn't help but throw one leg over his shoulder pulling his mouth deeper into your pussy. He sucked onto your clit one last hard time and he thrust his fingers and you came all over his mouth.

“Ma Jake, I'm cumming.” You all but screamed as tears pooled in your eyes. As your pussy spasmed you couldn't help but grind into his face, not wanting the sensation to end as your cum dripped down his mouth. He slowly stopped his fingers and let go of your clit with a pop as he climbed over you. Once he was staring down at you he popped his fingers into his mouth and sucked them off as he stared into your eyes.

“You taste amazing, but yours and Neytiri’s cum together would taste heavenly.” He said to you as he stared deep into your eyes. You pulled him down for a kiss, shoving your tongue into his mouth, tasting yourself all over him. You began to feel your nipples harden again, as you felt him rubbing his cock over your slit. Your cum added to the delicious friction, so everytime the head of his cock rubbed over your clit, it caused little bolts of electricity to spread through your body. He slowly began thrusting his cock over your pussy as you pulled his hips closer to your. You could feel how incredibly hard his cock was, practically throbbing at his need.

“Please Jake, have me, take me.” You whispered into his ear. He reached down with one hand, rubbing his cock over your pussy a few more times, when he finally grasped the base of his cock and slapped your clit a few times with his cock. He hooked one of your legs over his hip, and he slowly began to sink into you. You could feel every single inch of his hard cock and he slipped into you. He finally bottomed out inside of you, his cock so deep in your pussy making you feel incredibly full. He gave you a minute to get used to his size, when he drew back almost all the way, just to thrust back in quickly. You couldn't help the moans that escaped as he began a slow torturous rhythm, but he quickly sped up his pace. He took both your legs and draped them over his shoulder folding you in half and he began fucking you like an animal in heat. His hips slapped against you as he reached deeper in your pussy at this angle, with his balls slapping against your ass. You snaked one hand down to your clit and began rubbing fast circles.

“Please ma Jake let me cum.” You said with tears pooling in your eyes once again. He grabbed both of your legs, hugging them to his chest as he leaned his weight on you. His hips began hammering into you, his balls creating a slapping sound with each thrust as you quickened the pace on your clit. The tip of his cock rubbing over the spongy spot inside of you with each thrust, sending you over the edge. You came clenching over his cock, milking him for all he had as the air sucked out of you because of how hard you came. He didnt let up, fucking you through your orgasm as he felt himself cumming. His hips began to falter and soon enough with one final hard thrust he was cumming deep inside of you, coating your walls with his hot white cum. He roared as he came, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt your pussy continue to milk him through his orgasm. He slowled his thrusts, and his cum began leaking out of your pussy. He gently brought your legs down to rest around his waist as he laid on top of you, letting his weight fall over you but still buried deep inside of you letting his cock soften inside of you.

“I have never been happier than I am now, Jake.” You confessed sincerely as you looked him deep in his eyes. He slowly brought up one hand to your face as he pulled you into a kiss.

“There is one thing that could make the three of us happier y/n.” He said staring deeply back into your eyes. Your eyes filled with tears as your heart began to speed up hammering in your chest.

“Are you certain?” You asked as you searched his eyes for any doubt.

“I see you y/n.” Is all he said confirming that what you felt all along, wasn't just in your head.

“I see you both, ma Jake.” You said as you pulled him in for a kiss. As you kissed you could feel his cock harden inside of you again.

“Ma mates, it fills me with joy to see you both.” Neytiri came from behind you, surprising you.

You slowly sat up as she came down to kneel in front of you.

“It is time we make the bond ma mates.” She said as she pulled her braid from behind her back. You looked over to Jake and you could see him pulling his own braid from behind him. All that was left was for you to bring your braid. It was finally happening. You would have your own mates, your own family, and the love you've been yearning for forever. It was time for the hunter to finally become the prey.

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AND HERE IT IS!!! The long awaited smut between Jake and y/n. I know I've been focusing a lot on Neytiri and y/n but we finally got some Jake action. Next chapter you know what's coming, literally hehehe. So get ready, cause it’s gonna be a chapter full of Jake x Neytiri x y/n. I’ll probably write two more chapters for this miniseries but if you guys would like any head canons go ahead and let me know. As always let me know what you guys think down below. I also tagged anyone who asked, but if I missed you let me know down below. Enjoy! TOODLES <3

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leslutdepointedulac · 8 months ago

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Sleep

Micromay ~ Week 1: Sleep

They look so peaceful in their sleep. Mere hours ago, Lestat might have been alone this morning but now he has a family once again; his lover and their new daughter. It’s something he never thought would be possible, that he would find sanctuary in this familial unit he’s created. Yet there they are, sleeping soundly.

Claudia lies nestled into Louis’ side, her little hand clutching tightly to the front of his shirt. It looks almost natural to see Louis with a child in his arms, their child.

A shiver runs through Lestat at the thought of him almost losing his beloved. It’s not that he didn’t anticipate it coming at some point, but no matter how much he had prepared himself, the words, “I’m leaving you”, still sent Lestat’s heart sinking. Just the thought of it now causes him to feel choked up; the tears forming in his eyes are forced down. It was enough to keep his emotions in check at the time.

But now isn’t a time for sorrow, it’s a moment of happiness. Against all odds, not only has he prevented Louis from abandoning him, but he’s brought them together, even stronger than before. He’s given him reason to stay. The fact that he himself wasn’t enough for Louis hurts him more than he would care to admit, but it’s no matter now.

The girl is exactly what they need. The girl will save them.

Despite his joy, Lestat can’t help but think back to Marius’ warning words. They must never know the secrets of their kind. They must never discover even one aspect of his own past, not even in a lie. The story could unravel, one thing could lead to another and soon enough everything would be revealed. He’ll have to do everything in his power to protect his new-found family, to keep them safe from the dangers their kind will show them. They don’t need others; they have each other and they have him. All they’ll ever need is each other.

It won’t be much longer before the sun rises, taking Lestat with it, forcing him into his day of rest. But until then, he will stay and watch over his beloveds. He finds himself kneeling down beside the coffin to get a closer look. Claudia is such an innocent child, so darling and so perfect. He hopes her dreams will be good to her. She’s safe now, here with them. He runs his fingers through her golden ringlets. So delicate, he’s almost afraid to touch her, lest she break into thousands of tiny pieces.

The troubled expression that is ever present on Louis’ features is melted away in his rest. He seems so much calmer and more at peace when he sleeps. Lestat would be lying if he said this was the first time he’s watched over his lover, before the dawn takes him too. It’s the one time he can bear to look at him, without having to fear that look of resentment being cast back. A small part of Lestat questions whether or not bringing the child into this was a good idea. The thought is immediately pushed down when he thinks about what this will do for them. Is it possible for Louis to hate him still, when he’s given him such a gift? A gift for the both of them, even.

Lestat finds his gaze lingering on Louis. How he wishes he didn’t have to wait until tonight to see those emerald eyes again. As much as he despises the hateful glares thrown at him, he would take that any day over never setting eyes on him ever again. His heart begins to ache at the thought of being left behind by one he treasures so dearly. His first loss in love was more than enough, it’s not necessary to go through that a second time.

Like with Claudia, Lestat finds himself reaching to touch Louis. He hesitates, his hand hovering only inches away from his face, like he’s scared of those eyes fluttering open and catching him in the act. As if he’s expecting to be scalded by Louis’ burning hatred. He takes the risk. He’d sooner be burned than relinquish his love for him. Inky locks are swept gently away from his love’s face, as Lestat seems unable to keep his fingers from threading through his hair.

His hand comes to rest on the side of his face, while he watches him intently. Once again, Lestat feels a lump rise in his throat. What is he doing so wrong? Why is it that Louis insists on keeping him locked out, caging himself in his own resentment? Whatever it is, Lestat is sure all of that will disappear now.

Would Gabrielle be pleased for him, understand why he had to do what he did? Knowing her, probably not. He thinks about her from time to time. Where is she now? What is she doing? There are more miles between them now than ever before, but maybe it’s for the best. Besides, he has his own family now, one he made for himself, and they will be forever happy together.

One happy family.

Various thoughts race through Lestat’s mind, asking himself where they will go from here. They’ll need to find somewhere more permanent for starters, and provisions will need to be made for their daughter.

None of that’s important now though. For now, all that matters is that they’re together. Lestat closes the distance between himself and Louis, leaning over the edge of the coffin and Claudia to press a light but loving kiss to his forehead. He brushes one last stray strand of hair from his face, before leaning back to gently kiss Claudia’s golden curls.

Daylight begins to break and its pull starts to affect Lestat. With great reluctance, he draws back, closing their coffin’s lid and goes to settle in his own coffin. He spares their coffin one last glance before shutting himself in.

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the-bi-space-ace · 7 months ago

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Artemy Burakh: A Fixer

This is not my usual Star Wars related post BUT I do think that if you have similar interests to me you might want to read this post and perhaps find another fandom to explore. That being said let’s talk first about what Pathologic 2 is.

Pathologic 2 is a video game set somewhere in the Russian Steppe in a small town with eccentric inhabitants with interesting cultural traditions and unique struggles. The game follows Artemy Burakh who is no older than 26 years old (I’m not sure of exact age but he is very young.) He receives a letter from his father asking him to come home from college where he is training to be a surgeon. He returns upon request only to discover his father is dead and a deadly plague is about to ravage the town. He receives odd clues and hints about what happened, who killed his father, and where this plague comes from but ultimately his job is to care for a list of people his father left him and discover a panacea before it is too late.

Now that you have the basics I’d like to talk a little bit about Artemy Burakh himself and why he is one of the most loving characters I’ve ever gotten to know. Artemy grew up with his father, mother, and brother. His mother and brother both died tragically when he was young and he and his father were left alone. Artemy is meant to follow in his father’s footsteps and become the town’s doctor - a menkhu - who is the only person in the town allowed to cut flesh. Artemy has accepted this purpose and was surprised yet willing when his father sent him away to train in the city to learn more mainstream medicine.

Why is Artemy Burakh so important? Well, for one, he represents two halves of the town: the Kin and the Townspeople. There is a rift between these two sides and Artemy’s dad is of the Kin while his mother was a townsperson. Their marriage and the birth of their children signified something that follows Artemy around for the rest of his life. He constantly feels torn between two sides and to be honest nether side really wants him. They wish he would abandon one side of his roots and favor the other but he can’t. He never truly feels as though he belongs.

Upon spending the game with Artemy you start to learn more about what his upbringing was like. His friends say insensitive things to him, harp on him for leaving, claim horrible things about him, and yet he still so desperately wants their friendship. Few people give him any sort of condolences for the loss of his father, effectively leaving him with no other family, and his role in this plague is a thankless one. Still, Artemy does it. He survives on no sleep, trading with others, and the kindness of people to survive, along with his own intellect and strength.

His friends call him ‘cub’ which makes sense considering he is often compared to a bear and told he’s ‘big’ quite often. Artemy is an intimidating guy. He’s snarky and bitchy and rude to people he doesn’t like. He’s protective and loyal. And depending how you play him he can be quite ruthless. Artemy is a special character because he feels very human.

Many of the individuals he has sworn to protect are children and this is a huge deal in the game. Artemy feels connected to them, protects them, and would do anything for them. He particularly connects with two: Sticky and Murky. Two orphans on his father’s list who end up staying with him at the end of the game. Artemy essentially adopts these two kids, providing for them, and ensuring they have a home. Through the events of the game he may lose one family but he gains another. He loves them dearly, it’s clear throughout the game, and I think if anyone were to try to take them from him he’d tear the world apart before he let that happen.

During one of the early pantomimes Artemy says that he’s not sure he knows how to love. I find this to be incredibly interesting considering the game spends its time showing you that he does know how to love and he absolutely shows it. Looking at Artemy from an outside perspective it’s easy to see how loving he is. It’s a shame he doesn’t see it and thinks he doesn’t ’know how’.

You learn quite a few devestating things throughout the game. Things that change Artemy’s life forever. I’m about to spoil the game so if you intend to play stop reading here.

Artemy’s dad started the plague on purpose. He claimed that the town was broken and he - Isidor - was good at breaking. Artemy, however, is good at fixing. Isidor told his son to come home, started the plague, and died for the town. There’s a conversation later on where Artemy asks if Isidor did this for him and he says ‘Of corse not. I did it for the town.’ Isidor is good at breaking because I imagine he broke Artemy’s heart here just as much, and probably more, than he broke mine. It’s a moment that makes me question what Artemy’s upbringing must’ve looked like. Isidor must’ve loved his son, but was he a good parent? I’d venture to say no but we aren’t really sure. All I know is that Artemy’s dad was more concerned with his duty as a doctor than he was to his son and without more knowledge I don’t know how to judge further.

At the end of the day Isidor is right. Artemy is a great fixer. And he fixes everything almost entirely on his own.

Within 11 days he returns home, learns of his father’s death, gets the plague, cures the plague, gets chased through the streets by robbers, gets attacked at the train station, learns of the origin of the plague, and depending on your choice at the end either kills the earth (I know how it sounds but he does, really, kill the earth) or level the town and force everyone to wander the steppe until they die while the earth and the plague claim the town, adopts two children, and probably loses his nearest and dearest friends in the process.

He’s 26. I’m only a year older than him and I can’t imagine doing what he does. I can’t imagine sleeping for an hour at a time, sometimes going days without sleep, caring for sick patients, digging through the trash for objects and food, hunting down water bottles, trading for medicine, and creating a panacea to save your home town. That is. A lot. To put it lightly.

So why does he do all of this? Well, the simple answer is that this is a game and in order to play you must do it. BUT. I think it’s about love. I think Artemy does everything he does not out of obligation but because of his love for people and his deep need to not be alone. He wants a family. He wants connection. He wants to love and be loved in return.

Man needs a hug.

Wrapped up in this plague game is a story of obligation and purpose and choice and love. What do you choose when you must decide between the earth or the town? Personally I always choose to kill the earth. That choice is the only logical option for me, personally, and one I think Artemy would choose himself. Killing the earth effectively gives you the panacea and kills the plague who has taunted you the whole game. It allows the town to move forward and build again through the people on Isidor’s list. It hurts, though, as it is not without consequence. The beings who are of the earth die and become no more which hurts to see. The earth dies. And many of the traditions die with the earth. It will take a long time for the town to heal, for Artemy to heal, and yet it must.

Artemy loves his father. He loves his mother and his brother. He loves his friends. He loves the children he was sworn to protect. He loves people who have come into his life and those who may or may not leave it. He loves so he heals. He loves them so he destroys the earth for them.

Artemy is forced to do horrible things to remain alive. I’ve played this game five times and my kill count goes up each time. Artemy wouldn’t like doing that but he does what he must. He doesn’t like what his father did but he still loves him even if he is angry. I wish Isidor would treat Artemy like his child sometimes. Hold his hand and tell him everything will be alright, walk him through what he needs to do, and guide him without fear of judgement. But Isidor was always better at breaking than he was fixing.

‘If a bone grew wrong, he’d break it.’

Artemy has a right to be angry. I think that goes without saying. He has a right to feel hurt and betrayed especially by those closest to him. His closest friend growing up, Rubin, hates him when he returns to the town and yet Artemy spends the game proving to Rubin that he loves him and wants him to stay. Rubin was angry when Artemy left for the city. So angry that they fought and Artemy had to leave it on bad terms. When he returns Rubin hates him, will find any reason to slander him, and talks about Isidor’s death as if it is Artemy’s fault.

It’s unfair. It’s hurtful. And yet Artemy spends the game convincing Rubin that they can be friends again despite everything. I get so angry with Rubin because if he would just set aside his anger and allow them emotional closeness then maybe they’d both heal but he can’t and he won’t. It’ll take time to fix their relationship but Artemy will put in the effort.

He’s always been a fixer.

When it comes to Rubin I want to choose the cruel dialogue options but I know Artemy wouldn’t, not for Rubin. He gets angry but he’s not a cruel man, as much as he might want to be cruel to Rubin at times. He wouldn’t so I don’t. You can tell by the more tame interactions they have that Artemy is relieved when Rubin says something not entirely unkind to him and he sinks back into familiarity quickly. So I let Artemy have his friendship despite how much I wish he was treated better by the people he holds dear.

I hope Artemy got a long cry after this was all over. I hope he sat in his dad’s house after cleaning the blood off of the floor and pulled out his mom’s old stuff and sobbed. I hope he set up bedrooms for Murky and Sticky and ended up sleeping on the floor in the same room with them just to be close to them. I hope his friends visited him after a few days just to bring him food and sit and talk. I hope he convinced Daniil to stay. I hope Artemy allowed friendship to develop into something more and found someone to spend his life with and help raise his children. I hope he thinks of the earth and knows he did the right thing. I hope he lays in the steppe and thinks of his brother and talks to his dad at his grave. I hope Artemy smiles and laughs and hugs his loved ones and sees his own stubborn spirit in the two spunky kids he’s adopted and fosters their interests. I hope he puts together the life he deserves after watching it crumble to pieces over 11 days of hell and torment. I hope so much for him.

After all, Artemy has always been a fixer.

#space chatter #pathologic 2 #artemy burakh #in which i wax poetic about Artemy for a billion words #for real if you love the characters I do I think you’d like Artemy #the game is difficult but I have found a way to play it even tho I am not very good at video games #it is a challenge but that is the point #even if you have no idea what I am talking about I think you should read this #Artemy is a great character

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dreamingsnowflake2013 · 2 years ago

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“Will you still love me when I'm no longer young and beautiful dead and rotting?” - Li Susu, probably.

Some male leads shield their lovers with their bodies to protect their life, but only Tantai Jin is bonkers enough to shield with his her decaying corpse, even protecting her from his own blood falling on her and sullying her. He treasures the little that he has left of her more than anything in the world, including himself and his own life.

Since the moment Xiwu died, he’s been going through a vicious circle of disbelief, anguish, denial of reality, and finally acceptance and grief, but instead of going through it all at once, he does it in stages to cope because he can’t bear to accept the whole harsh “truth” all at once - that not only did his lover leave him, but that she would rather die than stay with him, suggesting she might have never loved him.

First, he struggles to accept she died, after he does, she convinces himself she loved him and cared for him, selectively forgetting the terrible reality of her praying to heavens above to never meet him again in any lifetime. It’s a copying mechanism not to come completely apart at the seams due to the pain such revelation would cause him, but it’s also his way of comforting himself with the notion she loved him, that he was wedged inside her heart and thus, a part of her truly belonged to him.

It’s only Ye Quinyu’s tough love which makes Tantai Jin face all of it and cure his copying selective amnesia. When he finally recalls Xiwu’s final words to him, it causes him excruciating torment, as his brain, body, heart and soul exploded with pain at the onslaught of terrible “truth”.

Despite the fact that he’s given everything of himself to Xiwu, sharing his whole being, including his deepest darkest secrets, insecurities and vulnerabilities, Tantai Jin still feels the eternal regret of not loving her enough and not treating her right because he misunderstood her her and judged her unfairly. He wants to repay her kindness forever and protect her in death when he failed in life.

Qingyu and Tantai Jin have both lost all their loved once but what sets the two men and their reactions apart is their past. Qingyu has spent more than 20 years of his life being loved with a strong support system of people who constantly taught him sense of duty and sacrifice for others. On the other hand, Tantai Jin had never experienced any of that. For those same 20+ years, he had been love-starved, actually starved, physically and emotionally abused, demeaned and feared by everyone, and betrayed by those few he cared about. No one ever taught him how to love the world, they only showed him how to hate it through the constant abuse he received from it. Until Xiwu barged into his life like a bright star, bringing light to his dark world, blinding him with her kindness and beauty.

She’s become the center of his universe, she anchored him, comforted him and offered him solace when no one else did, taught him how to love her and himself, and care for others. However, she has perished. And what does a universe do when it loses its center? It collapses on itself, just like Tantai Jin is falling apart now. He has lost her, and with her, he has lost himself.

The most heartwrenching acceptance and resignation in the history of dramaland.

The way he is touching her and looking at her so reverently, as if she’s a goddess on a pedestal (which he made for her and on which he actually placed her) and he was worshipping her, clinging to her in death as he used to cling to her in life. His eyes always search for her, he wants her to be the first thing when he opens his eyes and when he closes them.

Give Luo Yunxi all the awards because he slays every single scene. The emotional range he exhibits in a single minute is out of this world.

#till the end of the moon #luo yunxi #bai lu #cdrama

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sinnaminttoast · 1 year ago

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We got a balance update and I’m here to give you my nonsensical commentary/thoughts on it

Oh boy am I ready/nervous for what awaits me in this video.

Will I have a nervous breakdown about the possibilities of what this video will contain? Maybe, but you’ll never know.

Anyways…onto my thoughts

Oh??? So smartass is gonna be caught up on what’s going on. Alright…I mean I think we only ever had Geordi’s reaction to magic so this’ll be interesting.

SMARTASS REMEMBERING THE CARDS THING 😭😭 oh they are…let me date smartass plzzz

LMAOOO OH THEY REALLY GAGGED HIM 🤭

Smartass just already knowing magic exists “like yeah…I know people with cool powers exist. So what?”

Yo if I was smartass and someone told me “this involves kidnapping and conspiracy..”

I’M…I’m not mentally equipped for this one Aar bear 😁✌️

Elliot and Smartass are both of my brain cells theorizing about what the fuck is going on.

Someone strong enough to sneak in and sneak out you say??? 🤨

I think I know of a STRONG stealth who can SNEAK around…👀

Not Asher catching strays for no reason. PAPERWORK IS UGLY OKAY?? I understand him.

“Or maybe he just got better at hiding it.” OKAY! Alright! That line right there….WOW OKAY! Let’s not even open that one because as someone who is anxious…😬 oh it’s rough. Let’s just say that line hit a little too close to home.

Okay me and Elliott can be anxiety buddies…

I know I can be unserious but let’s be serious for a sec.

It’s actually so amazing how Erik makes sure we remember how awful the tragedy of the inversion was. Yeah sure we had the inversion videos to guide us through it but even now Erik makes sure we know that it still affected people outside of those characters.

That it left the department in disarray and with people feeling completely lost about what had happened.

Was not expecting to hear a southern accent but I’m not mad.

I want to know how the department has been dealing with Closeknit …CAUSE NO SERIOUSLY! They literally just kidnapped someone 😭

Oh wow…I didn’t know you…okay mysterious agent tell us your violent fantasies of what you’d like to do with Close Knit.

EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED?! 😦

Oh wow!

Elliott is gonna be sick y’all.

“I can’t lose them Aaron.”

So does Erik want me to jump off the edge rn?? /J

“They were so scared… in the dream. I tried to tell them what they had to do to fight it. I tried to help…but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything. I’m supposed to be able to protect them. Dreams are the one thing I’m good at. The one thing I know better than anything else…and I couldn’t help them.”

Send the flood. I’m being so serious.

ELLIE AND SUNSHINE I’LL GET YOU OUTTA THERE 🏃‍♀️💨

WELL THE MISSION HASN’T HAPPENED! According to the summit…Closeknit is still up and running so 🫠

THAT HE’S GONNA WHAT AARON??

I imagine that even though it is killing him to think about Sunshine…he needs them like the air he breathes.

(Yes I stole that from a Conan gray song and yes it hurt me to write that.)

“They were a good balance for one another.”

CAN YOOU LET ME BREATHE FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND??

I’ll go get Sunshine myself if no one else will!

And we end with a kiss and uncertainty

So that was the end of that video….

I usually end with a meme but how do I end this without furiously sobbing???

I really tried to be light hearted with this one BUT IT WAS A STRUGGLE TO NOT CRY!

When I catch you Closeknit…oh it’s gonna go down…ESPECIALLY YOU BLAKE😺

I’ll make him eat my foot 🦶 and I’m so serious

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted the balance #redacted elliott #redacted aaron #redacted smartass #redacted sunshine

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andydrysdalerogers · 1 year ago

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The Type You Save~ T W E L V E

James "Bucky" Barnes and OFC Alexandra "Alex" Richards

Detective James Barnes hasn't seen the love of his life in three years. Since the night she was almost caught stealing a painting. He knows it was her and she disappeared leaving him confused and heart broken.

Alexandra Richards never expected to be pulled back into her old life two years after she left it. She had found love and a home and was happy. Until a note blackmailed her to take one last job. Three years later she walked into the last person she expected to see in San Francisco. Because he lived in New York right?

They always put family before everything. And he would do anything to get his family back. Because she's the type you save.

TW: mob, death, smut, rape intentions, angst, guns, family abandonment, dub-con, manipulation

A/N: The Tag list is open! Only five more chapters after this!

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: E L E V E N

Series Masterlist ~ Main Masterlist

“Stark, thanks for coming,” Steve said, shaking the man’s hand.

“Heard my favorite Barnes needed my assistance.” He smiles at Alex until he hears the telltale sounds of little feet hitting the floor. “Strike that, 2nd favorite” as he opens his arms.

“Uncle Tony!” Drew launched himself into Tony’s arms. “Are we playing policeman again?”

“Not right now buddy. I need to talk to your parents. But I promise, later.”

“Okies.” Drew went back to his room.

“So, what’s up buttercup?” Tony chuckled at his own joke. “Why did Rogers say it was urgent?”

Alex looked at Sam and James. They both nodded and she took a deep breath. “My past has decided to come back and haunt me.” She proceeded to take the next half hour, explaining her history with Grey. “One of his lieutenants, the one I was closest to, Nate Archibald, approached me and said that Grey will come to me and make an offer: leave with him or he will take my son. She grabbed James’s hand, trying to control her tremble.

Tony took off his glasses and rubbed the bridged of his nose. “Shit Alex. This is a lot. Wilson, what is your suggestion?”

“My first opinion would be to put them into WitSec.”

“What is that?”

“Witness Protection.” Sam looked at her. “Put you, James, Drew and Steve under. Give you new identities.”

“No, absolutely not,” Alex says,

“Then I recommend that some sort of sting happens. Collect information on Grey to get him arrested.”

Tony studies Sam. “You want to send her in as a mole.”

“What?!” James jumps up roaring. “You can’t be serious!”

“It makes the most sense. She has to meet with him to get the official deal. We can wire her and assign her a CO inspector.”

“The hell you will!” James began to pace. “You are not putting my wife in that position.”

“Jamie…”

“No Allie, NO! There is not a chance in hell I would fucking allow you to put yourself in danger.”

“Daddy?” James turned around to see his son holding his bear with big round eyes, “Why are you yelling?”

“Oh chief, its ok.” He scooped him up. “We’re just discussing something.”

“Are you mad at Uncle Tony?”

“No Chief. Not mad at Uncle Tony. C’mon. Let’s go read.”

“Okies.”

James turned back to his wife and friends. “This discussion is not over.”

Alex turned back to the table and buried her head into her hands, crying softly. “Steve, I don’t know what to do.”

Steve pulled her into his arms, letting her cry. “Alex, I agree with Bucky that its extremely dangerous to go in and meet with Grey. We wouldn’t be able to back you up to protect you. But” he sighed, “I don’t see another way. We’ll keep thinking. I won’t let you lose your family again. I promise.”

Sam went to his hotel and Tony went home. But the tension didn’t drop. Steve took care of Drew as Alex and James were locked in their bedroom.

“Alexandra there is no way in hell I’m leaving you alone to be taken away by the psychopath.”

“Jamie, I won’t let him take our son.”

“And he won’t. We’ll take off. Go somewhere remote.”

“We can’t keep running Jamie. If we’re running, we can’t make our dreams come true. We can’t do all the things we talked about.”

“Yes, we can, love.” James clutched her face. “We can if we are together. I won’t let you or Drew go.”

Alex could see the tears in his eyes. “You’re not letting me go. But I can’t keep running. He took everything else from me. I won’t let him have thing. I think Sam and Tony’s idea is good. It may need some finesse, but I wouldn’t just jump into it.”

James pressed his forehead to Alex’s. “If something happens, I’ll never forgive myself.”

“Sweetie, I would never let that happen. I love you so much.” She kissed him gently. She looked at him through her lashes.

“God, you’re so beautiful. I just,” he kissed her cheek, “can’t imagine,” kiss, “my life,” kiss, “without you.” He kissed her on her lips so softly, she thought it was a dream until he ran his tongue over the seam of her lips. She hummed at the sensation, letting him in. He pushed her toward their bed, dropping her on the edge.

“Jamie,” she moaned as he dropped to his knees and pulled off her shoes and then her jeans.

“Allie, I can’t lose you,” he said as he kissed in between her thighs. “I want to put a baby in there. So you can never leave me.”

“I would never leave you,” she cried as he lips made it to her mound, sucking gently.

“You are pretty when you moan, doll. I want to see my favorite look.” He flattens his tongue and slowly ran it from her entrance to her clit. She thrashed on the bed. “OH I’m getting close.”

“Close? Face?” Alex could barely breathe. She had never seen this side of James before.

He kept his motions going, kissing, nipping, sucking her pussy, listening to her moan and whine. He could feel her building. “The look I love is when I make you cum,” he growled as he slipped two fingers into her.

“Fuck, fuck!” Alex couldn’t keep still; the assault on her body over whelming. “Jamie,” she sobbed.

“Oh doll, its ok.” He pushed in and out, making sure to hit that special spot inside. “Let go for me. Let me feel you.” He sped up and she screeched. “James!” She detonated around his fingers. He helped her ride through the high and slow. He grinned and licked his fingers as Alex heaved her chest.

He crawled on top of her, still fully clothed, and started to remove her shirt. The roughness of his shirt grazed of her heated skin. “Don’t leave me,” he whispered as he ghosted his lips over her skin.

“James,” she whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair.

“Stay here with me. We can run doll. I promise. Nothing will happen to you or Drew.”

“Don’t do this now, please,” she cried. She pulled him toward her. He hovered over her. “Please, you’re breaking my heart. I don’t…” she couldn’t finish as the tears ran down her face.

“Allie, I’m sorry. Baby, don’t cry.” He kissed her tears and lifted up to remove his shirt. “I’m sorry ok?”

“I don’t want to see him. I’m sorry.” She covered her eyes.

“No, baby, I’m sorry. Look at me doll.” She moved her hands. “Look at my eyes Alexandra.” She looked at him. “You are the love of my life. You are my soul mate.” He got on his knees and opened his pants. “Don’t cry my love.” He took out his cock, already ready to go. He got back on top of her. “I love you.”

“I love you,” she replied, and he pushed in. He was slow, letting her feel every ridge, every vein. She sighed; her mind consumed with the pleasure of James moving in her. James kissed her hard.

“I want my whole life with you Alex. Just you and me. Alexandra and James, Alex and Bucky, Allie and Jamie.” He lifted her leg to his hip and moved faster. “Family over everything,” he said, his hips punctuating every word. She gripped his back with her nails, trying to remain on earth. “Cum, doll. I’ve got you.”

Alex tightens and her core fluttered. She wailed as she felt her release flow from her. James thrusted twice and released into her. They were breathing heavy, staring into each other eyes.

“You’re mine Allie. I’ll make Grey pay for doing this to us.” He kissed her slow. He gently pulled out and went to their bathroom. He got a cloth and cleaned her up. He held her as she fell asleep, stroking her hair, staring at the ceiling. When she was fully asleep, James got up. He could see that there was a light still in the kitchen.

He found Steve sitting in the kitchen, nursing a beer. “What are you still doing up punk?”

“Couldn’t sleep, jerk. Kept thinking she would just sneak out.”

“You know she wouldn’t do that. Not now.”

Steve nodded and took a swallow. “Drew went down like a champ. Told him that you guys were planning a surprise. So, we should think of something.”

“Thanks.” James opened his own beer. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Neither do I. Stark mentioned using her as a CI and I just saw red. I know you did.”

“It’s only been a year, Steve. I’ve only just gotten her back.” James leaned his head back.

“Hey, we will figure it out. But you gotta have a somewhat open mind. We’ll research and see who the best CI is we can use.”

“I want to run, Steve. I want all of us to run to anywhere else. But I know she’s right. He won’t stop looking. So, I guess I just need to kill him.” James’s eyes got hard as Steve’s widen in surprise.

“You know just saying that is a felony.”

“You gonna turn me in?”

“Of course not. I want to kill him too. I have your back to the end of the line. You know that.”

“Thanks punk.”

“Welcome jerk. Let’s get back to bed. We should be up earlier tomorrow and get to the office. Stark said he’s assigning extra patrol for now.”

“I guess that’s what we can do for now. I’m going back to my girl.”

“It’ll be ok Bucky. Our family will be ok.”

A/N - sorry this one was so short. Filler for the rest of the story.

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simonsquest · 18 hours ago

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one of my favorite scenes that i just recently re-read, is the one where simon's giving his big ol speech after defeating dracula and Laurent smiles at him and says his parents would be proud :) such a wonderful reward after enduring so much grumpiness lol. and for a scene im curious about, can you tell me more about the interaction between simon and his vampire hunter friend in ch. 52? i was thoroughly engrossed in their back-and-forth! i still wonder why the stranger was so adamant about simon abandoning ship. it seemed well-meaning to me, but maybe its not! maybe he's evil! we'll see! also, it seems Simon's attitude towards his son is different than it was in the past- before, he was so resistant and even horrified by the idea of passing the whip to him, but in the future it seems to be something he has woefully but certainly accepted, with lines like "...my deeds will live on faithfully in my son”, and "If I am capable of honouring my father long deceased, my son will be, too". its a sad but necessary development to see family-guy Simon accept that he can't just show love to his family by giving them hugs and kisses and keeping them out of harm's way. loving your family sometimes means abandoning them, dying and leaving them helpless, and respectfully passing on the torch........... just aRRGHJGAHSDGJHSD

Firstly, thank you as always for your endless support and enthusiasm. I can’t tell you how delighted I am whenever I receive multiple paragraphs from you - seriously! You’re the best. ^_^

Aw that’s so sweet! I suppose it shouldn’t surprise me that Laurent’s #1 fan would appreciate the fleeting moments of him showing kindness, hehehe.

With regard to chapter 52 and the nameless vampire hunter, I won’t confirm or deny if it’s well-meaning or not. And it’s tough because I really want to elaborate on it, but it’s something that’s better left to be unveiled in the story. :^)

But I’ll say this: the stranger’s plea for Simon to abandon his quest came from a very personal place. It’s rooted from a few pivotal facts: how he’s seen people around him turn to worship Dracula. Having gone on his own quest to try and reverse the vampirism in his wife without success. What he had to leave behind in pursuit of that, and of course the hurt of what it meant to lose her, and to lose what little community he could have had in Ondol.

You’re absolutely right about that. I have a headcanon that there’s a very specific reason why Juste is the one to inherit the VK, and not any of Simon’s direct descendant(s):

because Simon chose to hold onto, and fight with, the VK for as long as humanly possible. His intention from the very beginning was to spare his child(ren) of that burden. Rooted in this headcanon, in my mind the VK would never be inherited by Mathieu, even when he reaches sixteen. It would only go to Juste when Simon truly cannot fight any more. (I have so many ficlet ideas brewing about this very topic…)

But that isn’t to say that Simon would not prepare Mathieu in other ways. Simon deeply respects the Belmont family history and would want for that to be valued and honoured well into the future. That can only be done by sharing stories, and allowing Mathieu to be the witness to them. To fight alongside (see: behind) his father when he’s of age, but Simon would never permit him to bear the weight of it as he did, entirely alone.

Simon’s a bit over-protective, but with good reason!

But it’s inevitable and futile to continue to try and spare anyone strung along into this bloodline from their part in it.

“loving your family sometimes means abandoning them, dying and leaving them helpless, and respectfully passing on the torch……….. just aRRGHJGAHSDGJHSD”

DSJHFBSIDFHBSH I’M EMOTIONAL aaaaaa. You hit the nail on the head: Simon realizes his mortality in his cursed state, and that Death might claim him far sooner than he could have ever hoped. And that changes everything.

“Return to your family, to your wife and your son waiting for you.” (Author’s translation: “Go cherish your time with your family while you have it, you’re not long for this world.”) […] And though Simon wants to vent his frustrations for having more of his time wasted, there is something about the manner in which his travelling companion has conveyed his words that causes Simon’s heart to ache. He knew well the risk of venturing on this quest. He knew that he may never return from it, deteriorated as he has become.

All of this introspection just makes me even more excited for you to experience the story as it continues. Thank you again!

#i truly cannot wait for us to circle back to this ask after all is said and done #:^)#simon says

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chatterkat · 2 years ago

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I feel like we need a red like roses III with how this volume is going. Even more so if we find out a big truth about Summer. Ruby modeled herself after this idealized image she had of her mother. She wanted to be just like her, a huntress that saves people. Looking back at red like roses II it really feels like Ruby is going through a lot of what is being said in that song now, or again rather in the Ever after. I went through the lyrics again and I think most of the song had something worth talking about in regards to the current state of Ruby.

“I couldn't take it, couldn't stand another minute

Couldn't bear another day without you in it

All of the joy that I had known for all my life

Was stripped away from me the minute that you died”

“Now I'm stuck inside a nightmare every single effing day”

Obviously the song was talking about Summer, but with Penny dead again, Ruby is feeling the most depressed she has in a long time. She’s lost a lot of people in her life. Summer, Penny, Pyrrha, and Penny again. Must feel like a nightmare to lose the same person twice. Summer obviously left an enormous impact on her, and we’ll talk about her more later.

“It's like a movie but there's not a happy ending

Every scene fades black and there's no pretending”

Quite literally thing’s have been fading to black lately for Ruby. The shock of hearing about Penny’s death, the hallucinations from the Herbalist’s smoke, the darkness encroached before meeting the blacksmith, and the flickering darkness at seeing crescent rose again. All of these scenes also portray either distorted voices or voices calling out to Ruby as well. It’s worth noting that a lot of distorted voices are heard in “Inside” as well.

“This little fairy tale doesn't seem to end well

There's no knight in shining armor who will wake me from the spell”

This could be more general in the sense that it feels like no one has been able to get through to Ruby, but perhaps the Rusted Knight is an apt metaphor. Alex after having met the herbalist stopped trusting her knight, and went to the tree without him. She felt he wouldn’t save her. Perhaps that is why he is no knight in shining armor, but the opposite. Though perhaps it also means a rusted not shining knight could help Ruby. Or if it will continue to be that Ruby has to save herself(it it seems she believes).

“I know you didn’t plan this

You tried to do what’s right

But in the middle of this madness

I’m the one(I’m the one) you left to win this fight”

How appropriate that Ruby is know in a bit of a mad place in the Ever After. She feels the burden more and more of being like her mother, trying her best to be a huntress, but making mistakes and feeling her failures. I wonder if her thoughts now are becoming to the point where she wants to give up.

“I know you're broken down by anger and by sadness

You feel I left you in a world that's full of madness

Wish I could talk to you, if only for a minute

Make you understand the reasons why I did it”

Now we come to Summer’s first response in the song. Summer has been coming up a lot this volume. I think Ruby growing up, thrives on heroic stories of her mother. She wanted to be just like her, but now that she is questioning her own decisions I think she is also questioning her mother’s. Why did she do it?

“I wanna tell you that you're all that ever mattered

Want you to know that for eternity I'm shattered

I tried so hard just to protect you but I failed to

And in a prison of abandonment I've jailed you”

I’m not 100% convinced that Summer has been to the ever after. I could believe that her last mission was to find someplace safe to put the beacon relic and she got trapped in the Ever After, but who knows? I always did find the line “for eternity I’m shattered” a bit odd. Like she wasn’t really dead just trapped somewhere. Could be the Ever After(perhaps ascended, though the cats says that can’t happen who knows) could be she she is a Grimm hound, but only time will tell. In”Inside” one of the distorted voices says “I’m not lost”, but unsure if that is Runy talking to herself or Summer saying she is not lost. To Ruby currently though Summer is gone.

“I never planned that I would leave you there alone

I was sure that I would see you when I made it back home

And all the times I swore that it would be okay

Now I'm nothing but a liar and you're thrown into the fray”

This I feel was the mother’s promise Ruby mentioned. I believe she gave Ruby her emblem with the promise she would come back. That’s’ why Summer says she is a liar, since she broke that promise. Ruby giving up that emblem was big. She let go of the promise ina but if a quick thought to get the ingredient, but perhaps feeling bitter or empty she no longer wanted to hold onto that promise.

“This bedtime story ends with misery ever after

The pages are torn and there's no final chapter

I didn't have a choice, I did what I had to do

I made a sacrifice but forced a bigger sacrifice on you”

Look I know all the characters in this show are based on fairy tales or legends, but the fact that RWBY are in a realm thought to be just a fairy tale from a book is kinda crazy and feels again extremely relevant to what is happening now. Anyway what was the sacrifice that Summer made? Also parallels incoming perhaps of Ruby trying to sacrifice herself to the Tree to save her friends?

“I know you've lived a nightmare

I caused us so much pain

But baby, please don't do what I did

I don't want (I don't want) you to waste your life in vain”

And yet Ruby has been doing what her mother did despite Summer not wanting that for her daughter. She’s been following in her footsteps. Again crack theory if somehow Summer has been here, could she be part of the tree in a sense and Ruby trying to ascend be doing what she did? It might also be referring to Salem if Summer found out she was immortal.

“Red like roses

Fills my head with dreams and finds me

Always closer to the emptiness and sadness

That has come to take the place of you”

Very much Ruby had been having a lot of visions of late that have not been good for her mental state. Will we see anymore of these, perhaps even worse ones to come of a sort of Ruby gets pulled into Neo’s mad tea party?

“And you left me as I always feared you would”

Again think this was part of the promise Summer made to Ruby.

“Every nightmare just discloses

It's your blood that's red like roses

And no matter what I do

Nothing ever takes the place of you”

This I have to say was something after hearing this song I wanted to see reflected in the show. Ruby having such dark nightmares, yet being so cheerful on the surface. Sure it could be these happened long before vol 1 started, but clearly Ruby bottles up her feelings so perhaps it isn’t. Her unresolved feelings towards her mother are certainly coming into the forefront now and I am extremely interested to see what happens. Though with only 4 episodes left this volume I really wonder if there is enough time for Ruby to end it in a positive light. Perhaps it will actually end in a bad place for Ruby. She will definitely crack at some pint soon. I I think though Ruby may ascend or change in some sense it may be something as simple as Little helping her not totally lose it. wonder if it will be like Maka from Soul Eater going mad for a bit. Ruby was somewhat inspired by Maka I believe. She chose it to help someone else and was able to come back to herself. Ruby might choose to ascend to save her friends, but might get reminded as the heart remembers. The lyrics of “Inside” seem to be all about ascending and how Ruby is tempted by it even though she could lose her mind. We don’t have long left to see.

Anyway if you got this far thank you for reading my extremely long analysis. I am loving this volume for the most part and I always really found myself fascinated by Red like Roses II so breaking it down to what is happening now was really fun. The lyrics are oh so interesting and brilliant and and I love the disconnected/connected duet of Ruby and Summer. It’s like a spirit answering where the living cannot hear it, or perhaps just Ruby’s imagined replies that her mother would have. Really want a Red like Roses III. Perhaps I will do a breakdown of “Inside” later.

TLDR: Now would be a really great thematic time for a Red Like Roses III, with how Ruby’s arc is going.

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Chapter 7: Regrets pt2

As he recounted the details of his meeting with Joong to hid cousins, “I agree with the rules you set—they’re reasonable,” Pond said, his voice low and sharp. “But if he doesn’t follow them, call me. I’ll make sure to kill the bastard myself.” Venom dripped from his words, his eye narrowing with icy determination.

Dunk chuckled at Ponds declaring. “I’ll hold you to it.” The cousins laugh, but there was some seriousness to it. They surrounded Dunk in a protective circle. “This is the stupidest thing you could’ve done.” Book said, his hand on Dunks shoulder. Khaotung nodded in agreement along with the other men. Dunk sighed his shoulders sagging under the weight of his regret. “Yeah, but I really didn’t have a choice.” His voiced sounds defeated.

Fourth hugged Dunk, the youngest in the bunch, mournful of his cousin. “I can’t believe you’re leaving us.” He choked out. The others nodded, agreeing to what the young man said.

“Y’all act like i’m dying,” Dunk replied, forcing a weak smile on his face.A bitter taste filled his mouth as he glanced around the room he had known his entire life. His eyes landed on a stuffed bear in the corner—a relic of a childhood memory. He could still hear his younger self begging his parents to win it for him at the carnival. His chest tightened at the thought of leaving this behind. The home where he grew up. The home where his mother’s memory lingered in every corner. The home where he and Pond had their first fight. The dining table that had seen countless family meals.

This was it. All of it was now just memories.

Tomorrow he will come face to face with the reality of marrying a man he despises. This all felt like an alternate reality to him, he wanted to slap, pinch, hurt himself in any way to wake up from this nightmare. This was real. This is now his life. He wraps his arms around Fourth, squeezing a little too hard. Although he isn’t disappearing anywhere he wants to cherish the little time he has left in this house and with his cousins. He suggests to watch a movie in the home theater and that’s exactly what they do until the sun rises.

After the meeting with Dunk, Joong went to his home and called up his cousin, First. They were lounging in the living room, whiskey in hand as Joong replayed the meeting with Dunk to First. Everything had gone exactly as planned.

“No kissing, No sex. Oh, you’re so fucked.” First laughed as he repeated rules Dunk set for Joong. “Having no intimacy with your husband will fuck someone up. What do you plan to do?” He raised his eyebrows, really questioning how Joong will go about this.

“There is always cheating,” Joong replied with a casual shrug, taking another sip of his drink. A heavy pause followed as First stared at him, waiting for Joong to say it was a joke. But nothing came.

“You’re serious?” First asked, his tone shifting.

“Yeah, why not? It’s not like it’s a real marriage. I don’t see what the problem is.”

First leaned forward slamming his glass down on the coffee table the sound punctuating the tension rising between them. “The problem, Joong,” he began, his voice low and monotone, “is that Dunk is the son of the man you need to gain respect and trust. If you cheat they’ll make your life a living hell—our lives hell. You think his cousins will just sit back and watch you disrespect him? Those punks will have your head.”

Joong smiled sheepishly, swirling his whiskey lazily. Uninterested of the conversation. “Let them.” Unaffected by the threat First presented to him. First signed, rubbing his temples in frustration. “You’re so hard headed. You’re playing a dangerous game. Dunk may not care about this marriage, but he’s a prideful man. If you humiliate him, you’ll lose whatever tenuous control you think you have. You betray him there won’t be an alliance. Keep your dick in your pants.” He begs his hands in a prayer. He hopes that Joong won’t fuck this up for them before the alliance can even start.

Joong chuckled, leaning back in his couch, the picture of arrogance. "You're so dramatic. Pride can bend under pressure, i'm sure he'll come around."

First groaned, his hand clenching into a fist, his patience wearing thin. "Damn it, Joong! For once can you actually think with your brain instead of your dick? Dunk's family is loyal to him. His cousin would burn everything we have to the ground if they find out you disrespected him-Pond especially."

At the mention of Pond, Joong's smirk faltered, his eyebrows furrowing. "Pond is just another loud mouth. He's all bark no bite. Pathetic."

"You clearly haven't seen what he could do when he's pissed off," First bit back, his tone sharp. "If it came down to it he would throw himself in front of a bullet if it meant protecting Dunk."

Joong let out a low hum, contemplating. He knows First wasn't wrong, Joong knew better not to mess with a family that takes loyalty seriously and if he wanted this deal to work he needed to try and be loyal himself. "Fine. I'll keep things...civil. For now." He egged, toying with First now.

"For now?" First voice was incredulous. "Joong... If you screw this up, we would all pay for your mistakes."

Joong rolled his eyes at First overreacting about this hypothetical situation. He leaned forward, a small smile his hand patting First knee. "Relax, cousin. I know what's at stake. Dunk may be prideful, but so am I." Standing up and stretching he set his now empty glass down. "Enough lecturing me. I've got a wedding to plan. Try not to lose sleep over it." First watched Joong leave the room, his jaw clenched in frustration. He has seen Joong like this plenty of time-reckless, confident, and always so sure he would have control. Dunk was also the same, First couldn't shake the feeling that maybe this time Joong finally found someone that could easily match his aggressive nature.

The morning of the wedding dawned crisp and cool, the sun casting a golden hue over the estate where the ceremony would take place. The beautiful peaceful outside was a stark contrast to the chaos brewing inside Dunk's room as his cousins flitted about, offering last minute reassurance.

"Stand still, Dunk!" Khaotung barked, yanking at Dunk's tie to straighten it.

"I am standing still," Dunk snapped back, his hands clenching to fists at his sides. Frustrated with the uncontrollable chaos happening around him. He looked at himself in the mirror, his body dressed in a impeccably tailored white suit, the soft sheen of the fabric catching the light seeping through the window. Despite his cooled composure outside, his heart thundered in his chest.

"How does it feel to be a married man?" Pond teased, but his tone lacked his usual playfulness. He saw the tension in Dunk's shoulders, the storm brewing behind his dark eyes.

"Ask me again after the ceremony," Dunk muttered, adjusting his cufflinks with trembling hands. He hoped no one has seen how actually nervous he was.

A knock at the door sounded, the door opening to reveal his father, his presence instantly commanding the room. The cousins fell silent, stepping aside to give him some space. Dunk turned, his breath hitched as his father's gaze softened, the sight so foreign to him. His father ran a hand down Dunk's suit, "You look just like your mother." He stated, his voice choked up when bringing up the woman that he loved.

Dunk swallowed hard, nodding. "I wish she were here."

"She is," his father said, placing a firm hand on Dunk's shoulder. "She would be so proud of you, son. You're doing what's necessary for the family, and that takes so much strength."

Dunk nodded again, his throat too tight to speak. Talking about his mother always made him break down crying and he didn't want to do that right now.

There was a brief pause before his father smiled faintly. "Are you ready to walk down the aisle?"

"Not really," Dunk admitted, forcing a weak chuckle.

His father gripped his shoulders, squeezing, offering a silent reassurance. "Let's just get this over with."

Joong stood at the altar, his expression unreadable as he surveyed the gathered crowd. The venue was grand, adorned with sleek black and gold accents-a merging of both the families' styles. He wore a sharp black suit with a subtle dragon motif embroidered on the cuffs, a nod to his gang.

First stood beside him, leaning slightly to whisper, "Nervous?"

"Not in the slightest," Joong replied, although his fingers tapped an unsteady rhythm against his thigh.

The music swelled, signaling the start of the ceremony. All heads turned as Dunk made an appearance, walking arm in arm with his father. Joong's gaze locked onto Dunk, he looked radiant in his white suit, the color stark against his tanned skin, his jaw set in determination. The fire in Dunk's eyes that held Joong's attention-a defiance that made his lips twitch into a faint smile as if to say I told you so. Dunk's stomach churned as he caught the smile Joong flashed at him. Of course the bastard was enjoying this.

As Dunk reached the altar, his father stepped aside, leaving the two men to face each other. Joong extended his hand, and after a short beat, Dunk placed his in Joong's grasp. Joong's grip was firm, his touch felt foreign to Dunk. He knew he just had to get used to the feeling of having this beast beside him, touching him in public to solidify this marriage. The priest began the ceremony, his voice low drone as he recited the vows. Dunk barley heard the words coming out the man's mouth, his mind racing with everything this union would mean. Joong, for his part, seemed a little bored with the whole thing, his gaze flickered to the crowd occasionally before setting back to Dunk.

"Now you may kiss your partner." The priest announced. Dunk's heart pounded, he totally forgot he had to kiss him. He pleaded with Joong's teasing eyes to remember their deal. Joong let out a low chuckle, Dunk's heart pounded as Joong leaned in closer. Silently pleading to keep it professional, but the glint in Joong's eyes was mischievous. Before Dunk could react, Joong's hand slid to the back of his neck, pulling him close. Their lips met in a kiss that was firm and deliberate, Joong's fingers tightened slightly as he deepened the contact. Dunk's lips parted in shock, and Joong took the opportunity to tease his tongue against Dunk's bottom lip.

Dunk shoved him back, his face burning as Joong chuckled softly. "You taste better than expected," Joong murmured, his voice low enough for only Dunk to hear.

"You're disgusting," Dunk hissed, his glare sharp enough to cut.

The priest cleared his throat, and the ceremony continued, but Dunk's hands trembled at his sides. Joong has won this round, and the smug look on his face made Dunk want to throttle him. As they turned to face the crowd, the applause was thunderous. Dunk forced a tight smile, his jaw clenched as Joong raised their joined hands in triumph. The marriage was sealed, but the battle was far from over.

At the reception, the tension between the newlyweds was palpable. Joong worked the room effortlessly, charming the guest and reveling in the attention, while Dunk sat stiffly at the head table, his cousins flanking him protectively.

"Smile, Dunk," joong said by his side as he slid into the seat next to him. "it's your special day after all."

Dunk didn't bother looking at him. "Go to hell."

Joong laughed, leaning closer, his breath fanning Dunk's face. his hand sliding to Dunk's thigh. "Careful, darling. People are watching."

Dunk turned his head then, his galre piercing, swatting away his hand. "Touch me again, and I'll break your fucking hand."

Joong's grin widened. "I'll be looking forward to it, husband."

Joong’s playful smirk lingered as he leaned back in his chair, casually sipping from his glass of champagne. Dunk, on the other hand, looked about ready to combust, the grip on his knife was so tight it was a miracle it didn’t snap in half. His cousins exchanged wary glances, clearly debating whether they should intervene or mind their business. The crowd around them danced on the floor, some

oblivious to the tension between the new husband’s. The music turned off and people stood silently waiting for the announcement soon to come from the DJ. “And now, for the first dance as a married couple, Joong Archen and Dunk Natachai.”

Dunk’s entire body stiffened at the sound of their names together. The spotlight shifted to them, and he felt every pair of eyes lock onto him, making his body burn from embarrassment. His heart hammered in his chest as Joong turned to him with that insufferable, smirk.

“Shall we, husband?” Joong drawled, extending a hand.

Dunk’s jaw clenched so tightly it was a wonder he didn’t shatter his teeth. He wanted to walk away, to ignore the spectacle entirely, but the eyes were on him were relentless. His pride wouldn’t let him falter, no matter how much he despised the situation—or the man in front of him. He placed his hand in Joong’s, icy and hesitant. Joong’s grip was firm, like at the altar, his palms releasing heat and burning Dunk’s skin. It took every ounce of self control Dunk had to not snatch his hand away.

The DJ played The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen the cryptic lyrics and the moody sound matching the dynamic between the men. Joong pulled Dunk in closer, his other hand finding its place on Dunk’s waist. The sudden movement made Dunk flinch slightly at the contact but forced himself to keep his head up and mask his expression.

“You look like you’d rather be somewhere else.” Joong murmured, his tone light and teasing.

Dunk didn’t bother masking his disdain. “You’re incapable perspective,” he shot back, his voice laced with sarcasm.

Joong chuckled, a deep sound that grated on Dunk’s nerves. “C’mon, Dunk. Pretend you’re at least enjoying yourself.”

“Enjoying myself?” Dunk hissed, his voice low enough that only Joong could hear. “The only thing i’m enjoying is the counting down the minutes until I never have to be this close to you again.”

Joong leaned in, his breath brushing against Dunk’s ear. “Then you’re gonna have to start getting used to it, darling. We’re just getting started.”

Dunk’s eyes narrowed, his chest tightening in frustration. He followed Joong’s lead as they moved across the dance floor, their bodies perfectly in sync with the music, despite the tension that crackled between them. Dunk hated how Joong made this look so effortless, like this was easy for him to just change his life, it made Dunk’s skin crawl with every step.

Joong’s hand on his waist tightened slightly, pulling in Dunk closer than necessary. “You know,” Joong said, his voice silkier now, “for someone that hates me so much, you’re surprisingly a good dance partner.

Dunk gritted his teeth, his glare brining holes through Joong. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Joong tilted his head and grinned. “It’s just an observation. Though would you rather I stepped on your toes instead?”

“You’re already stepping all over my life. What’s a few toes?”

Joong’s laughter bubbled up again, warm and mocking. “Careful. Someone might think you’re flirting with me.”

Dunk’s cheeks flushed, his grip on Joong’s shoulders tightening as he spat, “I would rather eat glass.”

“Such hostility,” Joong mused, his eyes sparking with amusement. “You know, they say hate burns more hotter than love. Maybe this marriage won’t be so full after all.”

Dunk wanted to scream, to storm out of the room and leave Joong to dance all by himself. Instead, he forced himself to keep moving, letting the music guide his feet as the rage simmered below the surface. The crowd watched them in awe, their expressions soft and adoring, blissfully unaware of the being waged between the two men on the dance floor.

When the final note of the song played, Joong dipped Dunk slightly, his grip steady and firm. The applause thundered around the room, everyone cheering and smiling. Joong leaned in close, his lips brushing against Dunk’s ear as he whispered, “Smile for the cameras, darling. You’re making me look bad.”

Dunk forced the smallest, fakest smile he could muster, his teeth clenched so tightly this his jaw ached. As Joong pulled him upright, Dunk muttered through gritted teeth, “If you ever pull something like that again, I’ll slit your throat.”

Joong grinned, his hand lingering on Dunk’s waist a moment longer than necessary. “You’ll just have to get in line.” Dunk pulled away the second the dance ended, retreating back to his seat while Joong stood in the middle of the dance floor. His stomach churched as he watched Joong flash his charming smile to the crowd. For a moment he considered throwing his champagne glass at him, just to see that smug expression shatter. Instead, he swallowed his fury, silently vowing that one day, he’d find a way to wipe that grin off Joong’s face.

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