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Icarus, and the Sunflower

PART TWO: UNFIXABLE ERROR

PILOT: PART ONE

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SOME BEGINNING NOTES: - This AU is only character shipping, and references a lot outside the life series events (evo, hermitcraft, empires, etc). This is not meant to ship the CC’s themselves and if anything alludes to it, it is purely unintentional. - This is not canon-compliant ermmmm i do what i want and i will put every idea i have into this - No more bullet points this time... taking off the baby wheels - This is to add more to the first part! Please read that one before this if you haven't - Tags for this part? Game dev AU, Past BigB/Grian, a lot of BigGri flirting, some characters are real and some are fictional, this is only the pilot (part 2!), Grian is still down bad for Scar, absolutely not beta'd i only have one impulsive braincell, contains some fake chats

I. HALLOWEEN

The game awards have been announced, and it was the talk of the company. Evolutionists’ Portal has been online for 4 months now, and it built itself a dedicated fan base with a peak of about 80k players a month. Updates were still on the way, scheduled for Halloween and Christmas Day.

The team working on Evolutionists’ Portal hoped for a nomination, and maybe even an award. Gria hoped for this, as well, but he was too tired to even think with everything on his plate. Their art director quit suddenly, so he was carrying out two big roles, but even when the past art director was there, he was basically doing most of his work.

The team took notice of his exhaustion and invited him to the company Halloween party. Gria didn’t want to, but Martyn had a brilliant idea for making a bet: Gria believed they would get one nomination, and Martyn believed it would be two. If Gria wins, Martyn will get him breakfast every day until Christmas. If Martyn wins, Gria has to wear an outfit to the party of his choosing. Gria thought it was a harmless bet, and he’d actually benefit from it, so he agreed.

Jimmy is his closest friend in the company, but Jimmy was also busy with his work in Empires. There are talks of a big collaboration and he knows he can’t get ahold of Jimmy until it is settled. One morning, a cup of coffee appeared on his desk with a note attached to it that said,

“You might need a little boost in your morning.”

Gria had no idea who it could be from until he noticed a wrapped piece of warm, chocolate cookie beside the cup. He looked up from his desk and met eyes with Big B, who smiled and gave him a little wave before resuming his work.

His crush on Big B was no secret. The man is funny and handsome, and he and Gria started in the company together. Martyn was the first one to catch it, the way he gets giggly and embarrassed around Big B, and he’s been on Gria’s case since. Pearl found out about it through Martyn’s teasing, but she had the grace not to poke fun at Gria (only sometimes.) Jimmy still hasn’t caught on, and Martyn bursts out laughing every time Jimmy unintentionally third wheels or cockblocks Gria. Gria has an inkling that Big B might’ve noticed it, but he acts the same way around him, which Gria is thankful for.

The nominations were out the morning of the party, and they were nominated for “Best Multiplayer” and “Best Audio Design.” As soon as the news broke out, Martyn walked in stride to the art department and pulled Gria to the parking lot where Martyn’s car was parked. He opened the trunk, pulled something out, and gave it to Gria with a devilish grin.

Martyn: I’m so excited to meet such a popular singer tonight.

Gria peeked inside the dress cover, he wanted to die.

One night, the team went out drinking. Gria had a few more drinks than he should’ve. He doesn’t remember what happened, but Pearl recorded the whole thing; basically, he got so drunk that he started singing nothing but Ariana Grande songs. To put the final nail in the coffin, he might’ve sat on Big B’s lap as he sang one song.

Gria wore the outfit after being manhandled by everyone into wearing it. Big B wasn’t going to the party as he’d said days before, and while Gria was relieved not to embarrass himself, he also wished for Big B to be there.

Gria wore a ridiculously pink two-piece top and skirt, with a white furry shoal attached to gloves. Pearl also lent him her white boots, which surprisingly fit him well (and gave him a few inches.) The room cheered when he walked in, and he was too embarrassed to walk that Jimmy had to drag him around the room.

Pearl wore a cute green dress, which looked a lot like a character from Empires. Jimmy wore a Captain America costume, but instead of a star had a huge letter S at the middle of his chest. Martyn wore a pirate costume.

Martyn: What a shame Big B isn’t here to see this.

Martyn teased, and Gria wanted to strangle him right there. Then, without warning, a finger poked his cheek. Gria turned and there Big B was, holding a bloody axe in a bloody costume. Gria remembered the game Big B told him about, a zombie game called “The Creaking Dead.” It was one of the things that led them to become friends, their love for zombie games.

The night went by, celebrating both Halloween and their nominations. Empires also had their own share of nominations, and Jimmy was so giddy that night.

Pearl pulled them four to the photo booth before they could get more wasted. Jimmy grabbed a weird-looking fish beanie and Martyn put on a Mickey Mouse headband. Pearl put on a sunflower crown that fit the gold accents in her dress. They made sure to put Gria and Big B at the center of the photo, and Gria tried not to explode with how close they were. Big B suggested they take a Polaroid photo after for keepsake, and before Gria could head out of the room and go home, Big B gave him a Polaroid photo with a message written in Sharpie.

"Glad I came by today, G. Happy Halloween. ♡"

II. VALENTINE’S DAY

Gria and Big B have been talking and texting each other non-stop for months now. People assume they’re dating, but when Jimmy asked, he clarified that they had no label. It’s true; they haven’t done much. They hung around a lot, and they might’ve fooled around during cold December nights, but it was an unspoken, casual thing. At least, that’s what it was for Gria.

On Valentine’s day, Big B invited him for dinner, and everyone teased them about being lovebirds. That night, Big B finally asked Gria to be his boyfriend.

Gria was happy. Overjoyed. Someone as kind and thoughtful as Big B, who treats him so well, wanted them to be exclusive. He wanted Gria. But the smile on Gria’s face slowly faded as his happiness turned into dread. Big B is too nice for him. Too perfect for him. Too much for someone like him.

Gria turned him down without explaining further. He saw the hurt in Big B’s eyes, but the man still treated him the same: with adoration and care.

Big B drove him home, and that was the last time they talked outside of work.

III. MARCH

Gria finally took some time off. Aside from the upcoming April Fools update, there wasn’t much to be done. The tension between him and Big B has been too much to bear, and he can’t shake the guilt he feels each time Big B leaves a warm cup of coffee with a cute note on his desk.

He lurks on the internet, bored out of his mind. He met this person, PotatoNutshell, and became friends over Hermitopia 6.

IV. APRIL FOOLS

< Let's play like cats, let's count to three. >

The gang liked the Alpha version of “The Life Game.” The map is good (which makes Gria proud as he designed it,) and the mechanics are simple enough to get used to.

There are several problems, though. The motion blur is making everyone sick, and the one who had it the roughest was Joel. The UI is also unintuitive, as you have to look at your wrist to see the messages and your health status, which you can easily lose track of. Then, the computer AI characters are indistinguishable from each other. It was supposed to be a battle royal game, but with only the players having unique skins, it feels a bit more like player versus enemy than a competition.

It was understandable, though, that it didn't have much character customization. The remaining two working on the game are a writer and a programmer, and they have no 3D modeling experience at all. Gria figured he could help out and tinker with it when he had time, especially with how the gang loved the game despite all its flaws.

V. SUMMER, a year later

Gria’s old friends finally messaged him that they added more things to the game, and it might be enough for a beta test. The only thing they haven’t figured out is the character models. Gria confirmed if they were planning to release this game, and the two said “no, not yet. Not anytime soon.” That gave Gria all the liberty to simply tinker with the game just for their own enjoyment.

He asked the team if they had any characters they’d like to mod into the game, preferably with 3D models so they wouldn’t have to worry about rigging and animation too much. Skizzleman suggested Hermitopia characters, which Gria wouldn’t contest because this gives him a great excuse to add Scar into the game.

They needed one more character, and Gria remembered the Empires plush on Jimmy’s desk. The team gave him a free plushie of the “Starboy, The Rivendell King” because all plushies of the “Codfather” were sold out, the one Jimmy usually played as. Still, Jimmy keeps the Starboy plushie on his desk and sometimes carries it with him to the breakroom when he takes a short nap. Gria found the image of Jimmy carrying this plush to be adorable, although he will never say it aloud, so he decided to add Starboy as their final character. He also had Gemini and Shadow Lady (as per Joel’s request) 3D models ready, but he’ll probably add them next time. Pearl also isn’t joining their session for now, so it would be good to save her favorite character for another time.

On one Friday night in April, they all logged on and waited to connect to The Life Game’s private server. Gria was excited to play until he received a message from one of his old friends.

A slight chill crawls up Grian’s arm. He gripped his VR headset, a bit hesitant after his conversation with his old friends. After a moment, he shook off his nerves and wore his headset. He looked at the server status reading “5/6 Players” and hovered his controller over the button that would let him play with his friends. Grian ignored the warning bells and hit “Join World.”

VI. HELLO, WORLD

Gria spawned into the world, a bit dizzy from the sunlight blasting into his eyes. He got off on the ground and surveyed his surroundings, and it seemed like the map was different from the last time. In front of him looked like a ruined portal, which he doesn’t remember adding to the map years ago. Could this be something his old friends added to the map for the Evolutionists’ Portal developers to see? Gria smiled at the sentiment. He looted the chest near it, and it felt a bit like cheating. He joined the game late, but he already had golden gear in his first minutes of playing.

He did some resource gathering, something which they learned was crucial from their alpha test. He travelled and spotted a village, and saw Martyn’s character completely raiding it. Out of all of them, Martyn might have been the one who became so immersed in the gameplay. Even before playing, he was discussing tactics and plans in their call. If it ever came down to it, he knows Martyn would be a formidable opponent with how into it he is.

Gria traversed the map more until he hit the border. There’s no way to get through it, even if you force it. It also seemed like the friendly creatures weren't able to get past it. It’s a bit scary to think about how they’re stuck in this little box until only one of them remains. It’s a good thing all of this is just a game.

Being the creator of the maps for this game, Gria remembers where most of the biomes are on the map. He goes back to the village and spots Big B.

Excited and without thinking, he jumped in front of Big B and surprised him, which made Big B’s character jump back. But, when Big B met his eyes, he immediately laughed and smiled.

Before Big B could strike up a conversation, Joel’s voice could be heard from a distance, he looked just like himself in real life, but he wore a costume that reminded Gria of Shrek. He shot Big B a quick look and saw he was wearing something similar to his costume during one of their old Halloween parties. Martyn’s character seemed different, too.

Gria noticed the little shop icon on his screen. When he clicked on it, it opened a shop of a multitude of items that can be bought with experience points. He checked out the costume section and saw that costume accessories were fairly cheap. He bought himself a red sweater, and now his character feels more like him.

He noticed someone trailing behind Joel, a blazing head of fire and red eyes. It took him a while to realize that this was Tango Tek from Hermitopia. When he spoke, both Gria and Joel cranked their neck at him, surprised he could speak. Hermitopia had no voice lines. Despite this fact, Joel excitedly conversed with Tango, prompting him to speak more. Gria excused himself, confused at how this was possible.

He went off to gather more resources before he headed to the village. He saw Big B yet again, and his cheeks flushed at how many times he had seen him by himself. Gria’s a bit awkward around him, but Big B greets him with a smile each time.

Big B: Are you sneaking up on me, G? Gria, giggling: Hello there, B. Whatcha up to? Big B: Trying to survive the first night, and maybe even you? Gria: Well, I don’t think a danger. Not to you. Big B: A danger to my heart, maybe?

Gria bit his lip and walked away. Big B laughed behind him, and he couldn’t fight back his smile. He looked at the ground and saw Martyn’s faint green name tag. He grinned and turned to Big B, “Wanna scare Martyn?”

They made their way down Martyn’s mining hole, carefully, and they tried not to giggle like a bunch of kids sneaking out in the middle of the night. Gria heard Martyn, talking to himself, and he approached him behind before shouting, “Hey Martyn!”

The three hang around together in the mining hole, chatting and bickering while hoping to find diamonds. Martyn succeeds and even gives them two diamonds each for a sword. The two were dumbfounded at this generosity, and Gria gave Martyn his golden apple in return.

Martyn: I just gave you guys diamonds because we’re buddies, c’mon. Gria: You know what, you can have my most prized golden apple. Martyn: Ooh, what’s this do? Gria: It gives you extra hearts when you eat it. Martyn: You’re giving me hearts? Way to make Big B a third wheel. Big B: Oh my god.

Gria exploded into laughter at this, and Big B shook his head but smiled at the situation.

After the sun had risen, he parted ways with the two and spent his time around the village and looking for a place to stay. He came across another nametag below the ground, and he thought it might’ve been Jimmy. He went down and surprised the man, only to find that it wasn’t Jimmy.

When he heard Tango speak a while ago, he couldn’t figure out how it was possible. However, he did know of a game around an AI girlfriend who wouldn’t let you leave the house unless you said the right words. To think █████ could add such a feature, for AI to understand and speak back to you, all in a year is quite impressive and he would like to ask him more as soon as they finish playing. He didn’t listen carefully when Tango spoke earlier, and it might’ve been more robotic than he remembered. But now, as Ren screamed in surprise and spoke how Gria spooked the hell out of him, it sounded too much like a real person’s voice.

After mining a bit, Gria went out to the world and built a base at a lovely ravine area. Unfortunately, his resources weren’t enough to make it look pretty, and he suddenly missed the creative freedom he had while playing Hermitopia.

After being alone for so long. He made his way back to the village. Much to his surprise, so many people were there. At the side of the village, a group of characters in iron gear approached him. They excitedly called out his nametag, Grian, to greet him. Just like Ren and Tango’s voices, they all sounded so real. Too real.

Martyn, Big B, Jimmy, Skizz, and Joel were nowhere to be seen. He was surrounded by characters from a game he spent countless hours playing. They talk and bicker like they are real people, and they sound like real people would. Gria would never be able to think of better voices for them.

Among the four of them, one stood out the most. He had disheveled hair and a huge scar on his face that went down his neck. Despite having a cape and scarf covering most of his torso, Gria can’t pry his eyes off his huge, exposed right tit.

Completely distracted, something suddenly fell into his hands. It took him a while to process that this man held his hands and gave him flint and steel. Gria looked up, meeting the man’s eyes, and he had this devilish grin that made Gria’s knees weak. He turned his head higher and looked at the man’s nametag, “Scar Goodtimes”

Scar put his arm around Gria and made him face the village, and one of the houses were burning.

Scar: It was Grian! It was him who did it!

Gria couldn’t move. He couldn’t process what was happening, and he couldn’t care less about how Tango and Etho were trying their best to put out the fire. The man beside him, probably more than 6 feet tall, is Scar Goodtimes. He’s way different from what he remembered, he had shorter hair and markings instead of actual scars, but when he spoke, Gria might’ve melted into the ground if the man didn’t have his arm around him.

Scar: Geez, Grian, what a rapscallion burning down villages.

Scar grinned at him and gave him a wink. It was as if Gria’s hardware crashed. Cleo, BDubs, and Impulse were all talking to him, even playing their jukebox for him, but his mind was filled with one thing and one thing only.

“His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so hot. His voice is so—”

Something nudged Gria, and Scar was so close to his face that Gria thought he could be hallucinating. Scar whispered into his ear, asking for the flint and steel back, and he complied without a second thought. He gave him a grin before he ran off to the village. Etho and Tango followed suit in panic.

Gria finally breathed. He doesn’t know how this could be possible. He had organized an unofficial voice cast for Hermitopia before, but the chosen voice actor was so off the mark, and everyone else liked it but Gria. But now, Scar’s whisper loops in his head, and he would go to war just to argue that no actor can replicate the sound his ears had been blessed with.

While talking to Etho and Impulse, he saw the historical tree burn. Scar walked in stride and stood beside Gria, waiting for Etho to take notice. Gria and Scar share a mischievous smile as Etho runs to the burning tree. Scar watched the tree burn down, and Gria watched the fire illuminate his face.

Scar: Grian, want to take over the desert with me? Gria: Me? Scar: Yeah, you. Let’s make all the sand ours.

This marks the End of Pilot

Next > ACT ONE: STUCK IN THE DESERT

ENDING NOTES: Took a while to finish this one! supposedly there's more, but it was getting too long so I had to cut it here. The next update will be a bigger one, so it might take months before that is posted. I also plan to do more character design before moving forward with the actual life series events. If you've read this far, thank you for reading!

#desertduo #scarian #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #grian #goodtimeswithscar #life series #mcyt #AU - Scarian Death Game #my art #my writing #Icarus and the Sunflower

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jeo9n · 5 months ago

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INSTAGRAM

you’ve been texting jungkook on instagram non stop ever since he opened his account as a joke. but what you didn’t expect was for him to actually text you back.

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pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

genre: fluff, slow burn, friends to lovers, future smut

warnings: none

wordcount: 2k

you get woken up by your alarm at exactly 6am. like everyday, you open your eyes and the first thing you do is check your phone. catching up with everything that happened while you were asleep. texting your friends back that live in a different time zone than you.

you’re tired but you get out of bed anyway. you have to get ready for work. even if your body is screaming for you to stay in bed.

the first thing you do is make your bed so it prevents from laying back down. you already took a shower yesterday night, which you thank yourself as it saves you time this morning. so all you have to do is brush your teeth and wash your face.

when you’re done with that you make yourself a coffee and start to get dressed. you keep your outfit simple with some baggy jeans and a black long sleeve top because you’d rather be comfortable than fashionable. you always make sure to never leave the house without spraying perfume everywhere on your body. you forgot to but some on one day as you were running late, only noticing when you were already at work and someone might say it’s stupid but you didn’t feel good that day, you didn’t feel like yourself without your sweet perfume. you love to smell good, you love getting compliments on your scent, you love people smelling you before they even see you.

ever since that you never forgot to put perfume on again, but carrying around a travel size bottle of your favorite perfume in your bag just in case.

you pet your cats goodbye one last time before you leave your apartment. you hate leaving them home alone but thankfully they have each other so they are not really "alone" but it still hurts you.

you’re already on the way to the small coffee shop that you work at , as you remember you haven’t texted your boyfriend (jungkook) a good morning text yet. so you pull your phone at your pocket and text him right away. the chat is filled with hundreds of your messages texting him random stuff about how your day was and occasionally sending him some memes and reels you thought were funny.

y/n: good morning jungkoookkk!!

y/n: i’m on my way to work.

y/n: you’re probably asleep but have a good day.

you smile to yourself as you double text him. your not texting him in hopes to get a text back, cause that would be crazy. i mean, that guys is crazy famous of course he’s not going to text me back. you just think it’s funny, although sometimes you think it’s actually kinda weird and you should probably stop, but you never actually do.

as you open the door to your workplace you’re instantly greeted with the delicious smell of coffee, which reminds you, you still have your empty cup of coffee in your hands which you forgot to throw away. your coworker greets you good morning as she looks up from behind the counter.

"good morning. leslie." you greet back as you throw your coffee away. "ugh i really don’t feel like working today." you tell her, while taking of your jacket. she laughs and agrees with you.

"girl, i literally stayed up all night binge watching true crime documentaries." she tells me. "look at my eye bags! i can’t even cover them up with makeup." she says as she lifts up her hand to show me her dark eye bags. "but i guess it’s my own fault. i knew i should’ve turned the tv off after the first episode." she says in frustration and it makes me laugh. i can totally relate to her. you tell yourself one more episode and suddenly the sun comes up and you finished the whole show, wondering where the time went.

happened to me one too many times.

"yea…" you say, tying your apron at you back. "been there, done that." and she smiles softly in response. "should i make you a coffee? cause you really look like you need one." you tell her as you point to your eye bags, mocking her.

she laughs and kicks you jokingly "yes please! make it extra strong."

"will do." you say in a laugh, already on your way to the coffee machine. it’s definitely gonna be a long day for leslie today.

you put the coffee down carefully, not trying to spill the hot coffee all over the counter. "here you go, extra strong for you, your highness. " you bow to her jokingly while laughing like an idiot.

"you’re so stupid." she laughs with you, bringing the coffee up to her lips, trying to take a sip.

you worked a little longer today as usual since it was busy. but you don’t mind. working extra hours means extra money and you would never complain about that.

you take you shoes off and wash your hands as soon as you get home. after that you change into more comfy close just some sweatpants and hoodie and you already feel way better. you walk to your kitchen to feed your cats, who are acting like you leave them out to starve and never feed them. after your done with that you wash your hands again and make yourself something to eat since you only had breakfast today. you decide for pizza today as it doesn’t take long to be ready. you shove it into the oven and while you wait you brows through your phone. you lean against the counter and watch some tiktok’s to make to the time go by faster.

the pizza is done in under 20 times. thankfully. you cannot wait longer or else your stomach is gonna start eating itself. you sit down on your couch with your pizza on your lap. you try to take a bite but it’s still too hot so start browsing through netflix instead to find something to watch while your eating. when you find something your pizza has cooled down already so you start eating.

after your done, you get up and do the dishes right away so you don’t have to worry about it later. after that you decide to take a bath since you haven’t done that in a while and after that hectic day today you really need it.

the warm water hugs your body as you lay down in your bathtub. you feel your body start to relax enjoying the temperature of the water. your eyes are closed as you hear the notification sound from your phone, but you ignore it. you feel so comfortable right now you don’t want to move. so you stay put, enjoying this bath maybe a little too much.

after like twenty minutes you start to get bored and the water has gone cold, so you decide it’s time to get out. you quickly wash your body and get out. you do you skincare and brush your teeth while your body dries, after that you put some vanilla bodylotion on, quickly change into your pyjamas and head to bed, your cats joining you seconds after. one sleeps on top the pillow next to you while the one sleeps between your legs.

you go to grab your phone from your nightstand, checking it one last time before you go to sleep. your just scrolling trough your notifications not thinking anything by it. you stop at one particular notification and your hearts starts to beat faster. sitting straight in your bed, rubbing your eyes to make sure your seeing correctly. you cannot believe what you’re seeing.

jeon jungkook has fucking texted you back.

not only once. he double texted you back.

is this really happening right now?

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: woww! how long have you been texting me for ? there are like a thousand messages lol

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: i hope you had good day at work! i just woke up.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: i saw your message and there are so many. i felt bad so i texted back. looked like your were talking to yourself haha.

wait. i cannot believes this. am i dreaming?

your hands shake and you’re not sure what to text back. should i even text back? would he text back again?

i take a deep breath. my head is going crazy right now.

after you collected yourself , you text back.

y/n: lol this is awkward.

y/n: i wasn’t thinking you would actually text back.🫣

y/n: i hope my message weren’t bothering you or anything.

you struggle sending the message back cause your hands won’t stop shaking. but can you blame me? the love of my life just texting me back and my stupid ass ignored it because of that stupid bath i took.

i bite on my nails nervously, my heart is beating so fast it might jump out of my chest at any minute.

i wait for an answer back, which is stupid, i know.

just because he texted me back one time doesn’t mean he’s going to do it again.

you know he won’t. but still, you wait.

you wait for like an hour until you realize he’s actually not responding anymore so you decide to go sleep. or try to go to sleep i should say, since your mind won’t stop thinking about what had just happened.

after a while you eventually fall asleep after what felt like hours.

the next morning you get woken up again by your alarm. this time you grab your phone a little faster than usual. scrolling through your notifications with tired but curious eyes.

you eyes widen as you find his notification again.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: haha no, you don’t bother me. i read through your messages last night.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: you’re funny haha.

abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: judging by the time i usually get the first message from you, i should get a message soon right?

you read the last text and it says sent an hour ago.

okay wait. he texted again? and he thinks i’m funny?

im definitely dreaming because there is no way that this is fucking happening.

your thumbs moves fast as you reply to him.

y/n: no way!!!

y/n: am i dreaming?? please tell me im not

y/n: is this really jungkook?

y/n: no, it can’t be

y/n: is someone playing with me?

someone definitely must be playing with you. because what do you mean jeon jungkook texted me back not one, but twice?

you actually cannot believe it yourself. this is crazy.

you wait a little bit to see if he’ll respond again. but nothing comes so you start getting ready for work.

how am i going get through work today, when all i can think about is him. you think to yourself.

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i hope you enjoy this chapter because im definitely excited about this fanficton ahhh

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eclips-moon · 8 months ago

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Cute things the Batboys do in a relationship:

Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

Morning Texts: This dude lives for sending those “Good morning, beautiful ” texts, usually with some goofy selfie where his hair’s a mess. He just wants to be the first thing you smile about.

Random Dance Breaks: If you’re in the kitchen or just standing around, Dick will 100% spin you around for a random dance. He’ll hum some random tune and make you laugh like it’s a movie moment.

Spontaneous Picnics: Out of nowhere, he’ll hit you with a “meet me at the park” text, and you show up to find he’s got a whole cute picnic setup. The dude’s got snacks, a blanket, and everything ready like a rom-com lead.

Cuddle Monster: Watching a movie? Cuddling. Sitting on the couch? Cuddling. He’s got an arm around you, pulling you into his chest every chance he gets. And don’t even get me started on bedtime—he’s glued to you.

Pet Names: You’re never just your name. It’s always “Sweetheart,” “Princess,” or something that’ll make you blush and roll your eyes. He loves seeing you react.

Jason Todd (Red Hood)

Cooking Shenanigans: He’s lowkey a beast in the kitchen, but acts like he needs your help. Next thing you know, you’re tossing flour at each other, making a mess, and laughing like idiots.

Protective as Hell: Jason’s that guy who’ll drape his jacket over you before you even realize you’re cold. If it’s raining, he’s got the umbrella over you—he doesn’t care if he gets soaked.

Books & Notes: He’ll leave books for you to read with little handwritten notes inside. Some are funny, some are deep, but he’s always thinking about you even when he’s not there.

Late Night Rides: He’s all about taking you on rides around the city late at night. It’s quiet, and the world feels like it’s just the two of you while the cool breeze whips by.

Forehead Kisses: Not super into PDA, but will definitely kiss your forehead when it’s just you two. It's his way of saying “I got you” without saying a word.

Tim Drake (Red Robin)

Study Dates: Tim’s ideal date is just chilling in a coffee shop, both of you working on stuff, but occasionally reaching over to hold hands or sneak in a quick kiss. He’s not the clingy type, but loves quiet closeness.

Geeky Gifts: He’s that guy who’ll surprise you with some gadget or comic you mentioned once. His memory for stuff you like is insane, and he’ll always find something that makes you smile.

Random Nerd Facts: You’ll be mid-conversation and he’ll just drop some random fact about the universe or tech that he knows will make you roll your eyes. He lives for those reactions.

Caring Vibes: Tim’s the type to bring you tea when you’re stressed or randomly tell you to take a break. And when you’re sad? He’ll pull you into his lap without saying anything—just wants to make sure you’re okay.

Subtle Compliments: He’s not super vocal, but you’ll catch him staring at you, and when you ask why, he’ll just casually be like, “You’re stunning,” with the softest smile. Smooth af.

Damian Wayne (Robin)

Low-Key Sweet: Damian won’t say it, but he shows love in little ways. Your favorite snack? He’ll just get it. Something broken? Fixed. His love language is basically “silent but effective.”

Learning Your Hobbies: Whatever you’re into, he’ll make it his mission to learn it. You mention an interest? Bet, he’s researching it like it’s a case for Batman. It’s his way of being involved without being obvious.

Animals Everywhere: He’s constantly bringing over animals, like “This cat needs to meet you.” If his pets like you, that’s basically a proposal in Damian-speak. And they always like you.

Art Hangouts: He loves painting, so sometimes he’ll invite you to join him, and it turns into a competition of who can make the dumbest art. Expect lots of teasing.

Acts of Service: He won’t say “I love you” all the time, but you’ll feel it in the way he does things for you—like carrying your stuff, fixing something, or just being there when you need him.

#jason todd headcanons #batboys #tim drake headcanons #damian wayne headcanon #dick grayson headcanons #dick grayson #jason todd #batboys headcanons #tim drake #nightwing #damian wayne x reader #dick grayson x reader #jason todd x reader #tim drake x you #nightwing x reader

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marsian-tango · 5 months ago

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Yandere Alien

Part 1

Yandere! Alien who’s been living with you for a few months now. It’s not easy living with an alien. You two are from completely different worlds, it’s a massive cultural shock for the both of you. He keeps talking about you being his betrothed, he can��t keep his hands to himself, and he just keeps trying to—what? Court you? Seduce you? You don’t even know anymore. This whole situation is just too weird.

Yandere! Alien who barely lets you out of the apartment. You’ve tried explaining to him that you can’t just stay home all the time, no matter how much he begs. You have a job, you need to go there sometimes to get money and provide for the two of you. Cause you know damn well he can’t go and do it himself. But he eventually accepts it, with a lot of tears involved in the process.

Yandere! Alien who has a phone now. You thought that the best way to check on him in case he does anything stupid is with a phone, and this also allows him to still be somehow connected with you, so it’s a win-win. But now you have to endure the hundreds of messages that he sends you throughout the day! He sends you memes that he finds funny, long paragraphs saying how much he misses you, a link to an ‘Alien x Reader’ fic—wait. What? This is how he spends his free time? Why is he even reading that?

Yandere! Alien who enjoys the midnight strolls that you take with him. You always show him new places, and never fail to make sure that it’s safe for him. He loves seeing all the bright neon lights, the big parks that are filled with colorful flowers and trees, and playing with the stray cats from the alleys you pass by. It’s very peaceful and intimate. Romantic even. He wishes he could take these same strolls during the day. It’s so unfair, he just wants to go out with his future spouse in broad daylight, that’s not a crime! Would people really get that freaked out if they saw him? Really? He’s just a chill guy! Sure, he may have antennae, gray skin, and pointy ears. But he’s just like everybody else! Here, check him out. You’ll see just how much resemblance he has with male humans.

Yandere! Alien who’s been courting you ever since he met you, and you still haven’t reciprocated his feelings! He’s starting to get a bit impatient. He’s pretty sure he has seen every single rom-com there is, so why isn’t it working?! He cuddles you every night, makes you breakfast in the morning, he greets you with a kiss on your cheek when you come back from work. Ugh! He even ripped off his tracker chip from his body so no one on his planet would find him! Should he start courting you the way they do on his planet instead? You want him to behead your enemies and bring you their skin?

Yandere! Alien who on one hand knows that he can’t stop you from having friends and hanging out with them. But on the other hand he wants to stab them for taking you away from him. So he does the only logical thing, he breaks the one rule that you’ve asked him not to break. He leaves the apartment to stalk—make sure you’re okay! Can you blame him though? Those ‘friends’ of yours are a bunch of creeps. C’mon, why would a stinky human male hug you? That guy is probably trying to court you—why are you hugging him back?! No, nop, absolutely not. He cannot stand for this.

Yandere! Alien who carries you in his arms the second you get home, bringing you to your bedroom as you yell at him to let you go, kicking and pushing at him to try to break free. He ignores your failed attempts and mutes out your confused pries, finally letting you down on your bed. He pins you down to the mattress, getting on top of you to prevent you from escaping his hold. He’s tried so hard to show you just how much he wants you, needs you. You’re his savior, the person who takes care of him day after day. So why do you let other males get so close to you? But…this is on him. Perhaps he should’ve been clearer on his intentions, more assertive on his feelings. Oh, this has gone too far, he has to let you know exactly what he wants. There will be no doubts of his love for you when he’s done. He’ll make sure to show you all the love he has for you.

Yandere! Alien who caresses your skin so softly, as if he was afraid it would break. His hand creeping up under your shirt, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake. You hope that you’re somehow misinterpreting the situation. You never thought that his approaches would’ve ended up in…this. All those times his hands grazed your waist when you passed by. When his touch would always linger a little too long. You didn’t think it would get to this, and look at you know.

Yandere! Alien who has kept you so busy ever since you met him, that you never had time to go on dates or meet new people. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve relieved some stress. You certainly wouldn’t mind receiving some well needed attention. So…you can either let go of your common sense and enjoy yourself—with the knowledge that you’ll have to deal with an alien being ten times clingier than before and who will probably take this as your consent to getting married—or…just stick to your lucidity and turn him down…

Yandere! Alien who makes you forget you ever had common sense in the first place. C’mon, you have the right to have a good time, you’ll deal with the consequences later! So just lie down, relax, and let your lovely alien please you the way he knows how. That website he’s been watching has taught him all he needs to know about it. It really came in handy in the end, huh?

Yandere! Alien who will make you see stars.

Here it is! Part 2! I didn't think that the first part would get so many likes, so I kinda had to improvise this one. I know it's shorter than the first one, I just wanted to post something, anything. So I came up with this. I hope you like it. Thank you so much for all the support. Writting sure is difficult, but I really like it, and your support insipires me! Kisses <3

#yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere drabbles #yandere oc #reader insert #yandere alien #male yandere #x reader #yandere x darling

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gremlingottoosilly · 1 year ago

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MessageTherapist!Reader and PervLoser!Konig. He moans like a slut at the slightest touch and uses a tiny towel to hide his huge erection. But he offers to leave a huge tip if reader jerks him off.

You have a sexual harassment policy in your massage practice. You also have a debt you have to pay off if you really want to become loan-free before going into retirement. Konig makes you want to implement the first thing, but then the second one reminds you on why you still massage this guy's stress out even though he barely bothers to contain his moans as you touch his lower back and the tense muscles closer to his ass. Perfect, beautiful ass, only even blemished by a few scars and some bullet marks - but otherwise, touching it is heaven. It's firm, round, a whole fucking bakery for you to explore, and you kinda hate yourself for focusing too much on his ass, on his broad shoulders and all the tensity in his beautiful figure, but, then again, he is also sexually harassing you. You can harass him back, it's only fair. He leaves tips every time you make sure to press your hands in the middle of his back, releasing tension he had for years. You know he is a soldier, constantly carrying heavy weight and training to kill - you can see it in the muscles of his arms, always tense, always ready to snap. You ask him to relax and he can't, always making your job difficult - so you press a bit lower, touching and groping, hoping he would finally relax. It's a bit of a savior complex, a charity case - Konig needs something more to relax, so you drop your hands even lower. Caressing his balls as you ask him to turn around slightly, finally giving up. Knowing the guy, his choked moans and groans of pleasure as you jerk him off with a bottle of massage oil you always have on hand, he would give you a down payment on a house if you manage to jerk him off. You really need that money. Konig only ever relaxes after he cums - so you start jerking him off at the start of your sessions, making sure he is nice and limp in your hold. He pays you double after this - and triple if you let him lay in your arms for a bit longer. It's funny how such a big guy just needed someone to hold him, but you're trying your best to contain your fear. He is harmless, you think. Just a bit too obsessive.

#konig x reader #cod #konig #yandere konig #cod x reader #yandere cod #loser!konig

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sorryitsmyfirstdayonearth · 4 days ago

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Should have cleaned the pipes

(Dean Winchester x female reader)

Summary While on a case, you nearly get hurt. Despite the fact that nothing happens, Dean is pissed - apparently he's the only one allowed to be a stupid hero. So you teach him a lesson about his actions having consequences. CWs Dean being kind of a dick and therefore getting blue balled. Dean eating ass and needy, desperate fucking. Good times all around. 18+. 8.7k words

Dean Winchester masterlist ⏐ SPN masterlist

As you come to, you groan, quickly followed by the sound of metal clanking. You distantly feel that your shoulders are hurting, the muscles in them burning and then you move your leg, hiss in pain.

“–your weight off your arms,” you hear a voice and you blink your eyes open, groan again. Your feet move under you, scratching over the ground, and finally you find purchase and some of the burning pain disappears from your shoulders.

It’s dark in the room you’re in. It looks like some sort of decrepit basement, including the dirt floor and - you see with a swallow of your dry throat - all types of horrifying tools straight out of Texas Chainsaw Massacre attached to the wall.

“You hear me?” the voice behind you asks, and now that you’re a little back to yourself, you immediately recognize it.

You shuffle your feet, making yourself slowly turn around and let out a deep sigh when you see him.

Dean’s equally hanging in chains from the ceiling. His body’s longer than yours, so he’s not dangling and swinging as much as you. You close your eyes at the slight dizziness the movement has caused in you, then open them again.

“What’s a handsome fella like you doing in a place like this?” you say in a flat tone, but it doesn’t have the desired effect of making him laugh.

“Not funny,” he says through clenched teeth, then his eyes reluctantly leave your face, wander up to the chains holding you, then back to your face. “He hurt you?”

You shake your head carefully, wary of adding nausea to the dizziness.

“No, he was a real gentleman,” you reply. Dean breathes out of his nose, then in again, and you know what’s coming.

“I told you to stay with Sam,” he says, nostrils flaring.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t,” you reply immediately, a little snappier than you mean to, but it’s just what that tone he has does to you. He’s allowed to rush into the fray and quip when he’s shackled up. Why aren’t you?

“And see where that got you!” he says, voice loud and determined, and you suppress an eyeroll, knowing it’s only gonna piss him off further.

“Well,” you reply, unable to help the slight tinge of smartassery your voice carries, “there was a good chance you were being tortured to death down here, and I wasn’t gonna let that happen. So deal with it.” Dean makes a sarcastic face.

“And now we both get to be tortured to death,” he snaps back. “Good times!”

Okay, you didn’t want to fight, seeing as there’s that whole imminent death thing going on, but he’s too good at getting under your skin.

“Oh, you know what, Dean?” you reply, tone mean. “You can kiss my ass!”

There’s a loud bang and both of you look towards where the sound came from.

It’s him. The vengeful spirit, dirty, greasy, ugly looking motherfucker who ritually sacrificed all his farm animals before moving on to his family. He’s mean enough to be able to take corporal form, which you had the pleasure of finding out when he pushed you down the stairs at the top of the basement, knocking you out.

“Uh, sorry, we’re kinda busy,” you say to him, raising your eyebrows. “Could you come back in 15?”

“Stop it,” Dean hisses through his teeth but you ignore him.

The spirit turns towards you. At least you’re pretty sure he does - he’s in a dirty, dusty beekeeping suit, because apparently his bees were the only thing he liked in life.

Just then, he takes a slow, halting step towards you, then another. You can’t see his face because of the mask, but the way your skin ripples lets you know he’s staring at you.

“Hey,” you hear Dean say, but you can’t take your eyes off the creature as he takes another step towards you, raises his arm.

“Hey, you freak asshole!” Dean calls out, his voice now carrying an edge of desperation. “Leave her alone!”

It’s not like the guy’s gonna listen, but you appreciate the attempt. Except of course that Dean would rip your head off if you tried to do the same thing. He’s the only one allowed to sacrifice himself, to put himself in danger for the ones he loves. No one else gets to do it.

You start tugging at the chains, but it’s useless. They’re made of thick, old iron, so they would work to repel the spirit, but they’re up so high and, as you notice as you continue pulling on them, attached way too well. You pull again for good measure, but his hand is coming closer, is nearly touching your face…

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Dean shouts, voice cracking on the curse. “I will fucking rip you apart!”

For a second you think it’s actually Dean’s threats that stop him. His hand freezes in midair, and then he begins shaking, and a second later, flames start licking along his body. It takes only moments until he’s fully consumed and although it’s not real fire, at least not here in the room with you, you’re almost certain you can feel the heat of it on your face.

You let out a shaking breath when he’s been fully consumed, and before you have time to say fuck you and your bees, the door at the top of the basement stairs opens with a creak. You tense, but then you hear quick footsteps, and a second later, a worried-looking Sam appears.

You let your head drop back, let out a long sigh and you’re pretty sure Dean does something similar. Sam rushes over to his brother first, hand going to the inside of his jacket and coming back out with his lockpick.

“Man, am I happy to see you,” Dean says, looking up to where his brother is undoing the shackles. They open and Dean lowers his arms with a loud groan. He takes the lockpick from Sam’s hands without a moment’s hesitation and walks over to you while Sam looks around the room.

“Jesus, this must have been where he took his victims,” Sam says, studying the dark spots all over the walls and floor, the ones you assume are blood. Dean stands closely in front of you, not looking at your face, but beginning to work on your shackles.

“Yeah, but not today,” you say with a slightly self-satisfied tone. “Cause you kicked its ass. Hey, where’d you find the bones?”

You see Sam open his mouth to tell you, but Dean speaks first. He’s pissed, you notice in the next second.

“That was luck,” he says, still looking up at where his fingers are working. “Pure and dumb luck and you were reckless for no reason at all.” You pull your eyebrows together.

“Give Sam a little credit,” you reply. “And don’t pretend you wouldn’t have done the exact same thing if it was him or me in your position.”

“That’s… that’s different,” Dean shoots back, making a face when the shackles won’t budge to his will.

“Riiight,” you reply, drawing out the word with sarcasm, “rules for thee, but not for me?”

“Goddamn it!” Dean grunts, letting his hands drop, the shackles still closed while he looks at your face, eyes narrowed and jaw set. “I should just leave you tied up here for running your mouth at a friggin’ spirit.”

You see it then - the slight tremor in his voice, in his hands. It’s not much that scares Dean Winchester and that spirit didn’t even come close, but he’s freaked out. Which is why you soften your tone when you speak again.

“I told you,” you say, just as Dean raises his hands again to use the lockpick. “No kinky talk in front of your brother.”

But Dean doesn’t react. He’s not meeting you halfway and when the shackles finally click open and you let your hands drop with a groan, he’s not meeting your gaze either. You look at Sam, who is pointedly looking away from you two, as if he can somehow teleport himself somewhere else.

“Let’s go,” Dean says, turns, and then he’s walking out of the basement. Sam throws you a sympathetic glance, and then the two of you follow him outside, but you absolutely know that this isn’t over.

The drive back is awkward. Dean’s bad mood makes the air in the car thick. He’s able to do that - almost make the air vibrate around him. Usually you call him out on it, but you have no interest to give him, first of all, the satisfaction to do it immediately, and secondly, to drag Sam into this.

But you don’t have to wait for long. Dean and you say goodnight to Sam in the parking lot and he goes to his room and the two of you to yours.

The door falls shut behind you, and you are stretching to get your jacket off, your eyes falling on Dean who is stalking into the room, face tensed, looking around, like he expects another spirit to show up.

“Dean,” you say, anticipating whatever he’s gonna say, “can we just drop it? I’m tired and I need a shower. I don’t wanna fight.”

Dean turns around to you, and he’s got that challenging expression he gets. The one that tells you he is very much not gonna drop it.

“You were safe,” he says, finger pointing at the ground to underline his point, “and you purposefully put yourself in danger. That’s not just bad for you, that’s bad for everyone involved.”

“I wasn’t in danger,” you reply, although you know it’s technically not true, seeing as you would probably be short an esophagus if Sam had found the remains only a few minutes later. Dean scoffs, shakes his head, and you raise your hands.

“Look, you were gone all of a sudden,” you point out, “because you decided you were gonna take the other side of the house on your own. What did you expect me to do?”

Dean opens his mouth, then closes it, because there really isn’t anything to say. But rather than be reasonable and agree with you, he doubles down.

“You don’t get to play hero in this business,” he replies, eyes glaring at you. You pull your head back, drop your arms.

“Seriously?” you say. It’s a ridiculous thing to say - you haven’t been hunting for as long as Sam and Dean have, but you’re no spring chicken. And it’s a lot coming from the man who has more than once died for others.

“Yeah, seriously,” Dean repeats, not sensing that he’s hit a nerve. “And it’s a dumb idea to try.”

You don’t reply. Instead, you stare him down, lips pressed together. It’s what usually works - Dean gets himself worked up, but if you give him a moment to realize how brash he’s being, he gets embarrassed, pulls back. You can see the beginning of it now, the slight softening of his features when he understands that in his worry, he’s gone too far. But you’re not ready to hear his apology. You’re not there yet.

“I’m taking a shower,” you mumble, turn on the spot and walk towards the bathroom without looking back at Dean. You only slam the door a little.

This is not what you wanted for this evening, you think, as water washes over you. You wanted to finish the case, maybe get some food and beer, flirt with Dean across the table the same way he had been doing with you all day before the unfortunate spirit incident. He’d been on something, the way he sometimes gets, well, often, actually, and you’re sure not complaining.

His hand always finds you, on days like this. You were leaning over the blueprint of the farmhouse when he looked over your shoulder, snuck his hand up your back, under your shirt, his mouth close to your ear while he pretended he wasn’t doing anything. You turned to him, gave him a knowing smile, and he returned your gaze, so long that you had to shift your legs, stop yourself from pressing them together to alleviate some of the pressure building in you. Dean notices and grinned, that grin that let you know he was gonna tire you out tonight.

And now, instead, you’re under the shower alone, while he’s stewing in his frustration in the next room. It’s not where you want him at all - you’d much prefer it if he was here with you, under the warm spray of water, getting you open and ready and worked up for him. Then you’d climb into bed, skin still wet in places, and then…

You sigh. You shouldn’t torture yourself like this. Unless you can make up tonight. Which would be a good thing, just in general, but also because of the whole fucking thing.

You walk out of the bathroom with renewed vigor and the urge to talk about this like adults, healthy adults, not traumatized, terrified adults. But Dean’s already lying in bed, back turned to you.

“Dean?” you say, voice gentle to show him that you come in peace. But he doesn’t react, not even when you say his name again. So he must be asleep, even though he has the lightest sleep of anyone you know, but he has to be, because the alternative - the alternative is that he’s ignoring you.

You take a deep breath, let it out slowly, try to get your frustration under control, because you’re not gonna be having a discussion with the man’s back. So instead, you step forward, get into the other side of the bed, back turned to Dean. You wait for another second, wondering if he’s gonna turn around, but when he doesn’t, you reach your hand out, turn off the bedside lamp.

You stare into the darkness, listen to his breathing, but soon sleep comes for you.

You wake up to the sound of water running in the bathroom. Soft daylight is falling in and the electric alarm clock on the bedside table says 9:17. You press yourself back into your pillow, wiggle your body, and close your eyes again.

You’re not fully back to sleep when you feel the mattress dip next to you. The next thing is the blanket lifting, and then something soft brushes over the back of your neck, sending goosebumps down your spine.

When you turn your head a little, you see Dean’s freckled cheek, jaw moving as he’s landing gentle kisses up your hairline to your jaw. He reaches that spot under your ear and it makes you shiver and your lips part, and you feel him grin at that.

“Let’s make up, mmh?” he mumbles and then his hand begins snaking up your thigh. His soft but deep breathing is loud in your ear and you feel your nipples harden in response. Dean’s hand reaches your hip, and then it moves inwards as he gently squeezes the inside of your thigh.

“Come on, darlin’,” he whispers and you feel an unmistakable hardness press into your lower back. You push back against him almost involuntarily, searching him out and Dean uses the purchase on your thigh to pull you against him, grind against you. You roll your hips and he groans.

“That’s it,” he sighs, squeezing your flesh again. “Isn’t this much nicer than being all feisty?”

Your eyes fly open and you stop your movement. Dean doesn’t notice immediately, keeps pressing against you, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, and it would absolutely undo you if it wasn’t for the renewed fire of annoyance blazing inside of you.

So your hand shoots down, briefly fighting the blanket before finding Dean’s hand. You hear him make just the beginning of a chuckling sound, maybe thinking you’re gonna push his hand right between your legs, but then you grab it and pull it away from you. Once you’re done, your hand goes back up, under your cheek as you stare at the wall opposite you.

Dean has stopped moving behind you, so it seems to have at least gotten into his thick head that he just messed up.

“Babe?” he says, and there’s a carefulness in his voice that makes you almost grin.

“I’m not gonna forget what a scene you made yesterday,” you say, still not looking at him, “just cause you woke up with a boner.”

“I didn’t wake up with a boner,” Dean replies, voice slightly petulant, like that’s what this argument is really about. “I mean, I did, but this boner specifically is a you-boner.”

You scoff, shake your head against the pillow. Like you’re gonna melt and forgive everything just because Dean popped a tent because of you. Not that there’s anything wrong with that… just specifically in this moment, it’s not gonna melt you.

“You have a very high opinion of your own dick if you think that’s enough to distract from all the shit you said yesterday,” you reply, voice clear.

And just like that, Dean moves in behind you again, hand landing on your waist as he scoots closer again. Maybe he thinks you’re just playing a little hard to get, which… yeah, you’ve definitely done that before.

“I think I remember you having a pretty high opinion of my dick, too,” he says, voice low and raunchy, as the tips of his fingers come close to your breast. “Seem to remember an occasion or two where you were practically begging for it, salivating.”

This motherfucker.

He’s not wrong. Of course, he’s not wrong. Dean has a magnificent dick, and he knows how to use it. But the way he’s saying it, like just because you want him most of the time you can’t not want him when he’s being a prick is so… well, he’s projecting, that’s for sure. Never mind the warmth that has already built in your core. Never mind that right now you’re really happy that your horniness doesn’t show up the way Dean’s does.

With a groan, you push yourself away from him and swing your legs over the side of the bed, sit up. You hear Dean move behind you, but you keep looking away from him. Not least of all because you tend to be a lot more forgiving when you see his face. But not today. For once, he’s not getting away with this macho, protector bullshit.

“Don’t be like this,” Dean complains, just as you’re brushing some hair out of your face, and your plan not to look at him goes right out the window, because you whip your upper body around, shoot him a glare that makes him actually recoil a little. You ignore how good he looks, his hair still slightly wet and dark from the shower, just a sheen of stubble on his face, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers, all things that would be very easy to pull off quickly to get to all the good stuff underneath.

“You can’t treat me like an idiot in the evening,” you snap at him, “and then dry-hump me in the morning. Not how it works, Dean.”

To his credit, Dean has the decency to look ashamed. You know what he’s doing isn’t just about him getting his dick wet - well, it’s not only about that. This is his way of apologizing, of getting close to you again. Dean’s shit at apologizing, worse than any adult you’ve ever met, but you understand where it comes from. Admitting fault and saying you’re sorry isn’t something he ever saw or learned growing up. So rather than just say the words, he is a man of gestures: flowers, a day trip to somewhere he couldn’t give two shits about but you love, long sessions of make up sex where he does everything you like, eats you out until his jaw cramps and you have the capacity to be angry literally fucked out of you.

And it’s fine, most of the time. You knew what you were signing up for when you decided to start dating Captain Handsome-Dysfunctional-Man. You meet him where he’s at, and he does the same with you. Your moods, your anxieties - it’s not like you’re perfect. But this time, it’s just rubbing you the wrong way.

Because even now, Dean doesn’t say anything. He could just say he’s sorry, say he gets it, admit that it’s a double standard because he would have done the exact same thing. But instead, he opts to stare at the mattress, brow slightly furrowed, looking so damn good that it’s almost painful.

You stand, smoothing down your shirt and Dean’s eyes shoot up, studying you. He’s leaned on one elbow, accentuating his strong arms. But you’re not letting that affect you today. Nuh uh, no way.

“So what am I supposed to do?” he asks, and there’s something distantly funny about the fact that he might be talking about his behavior in your relationship, or his hard dick. You shrug.

“Guess you should have cleaned the pipes while you were in the shower,” you say, and with that, you turn and walk towards the bathroom.

You pull the door closed behind you, stand over the sink and turn on the water, wait for it to get warm. You don’t want to be mad, and you don’t want to argue, not really, but not backing down now feels like a matter of principle. You want something very specific from Dean, and now your fight has become about that specific thing, rather than the larger issue. It’s annoying. It’s frustrating. It’s not how you want things to be.

The warm splash of water feels good on your face, and then you’re blindly reaching for a towel to dab away the wetness. When you’re done, you look at yourself in the mirror.

What you should do, and what any healthy, well-adjusted adult would be doing, is walk out there, and tell Dean exactly what you want: an apology, for him to acknowledge what he did wrong and in some way promise that he will try to not do it again. Unlearn that behavior, you once read somewhere. Sure, that. And then Dean would say it and then maybe you could still fuck. Ten minutes, only missionary, maybe a sheet in between. That’s what well-adjusted people do, right?

But you’re not that person. Because even if Dean did say those things then, it would just feel like he’s parroting what you just told him you wanted. You want him to understand what you want him to say without you having to fucking masticate it for him first. So, basically, you want him to read your mind.

Is that really too much to ask?

You sigh, your eyes wandering, and then you freeze when you see it. The thought forms in you so quickly it’d probably be worrying to one of those mythical well-adjusted adults. The grin that forms on your face is likely equally worrying. Whatever.

When you and Dean checked in two days ago, you did some quick laundry in the bathtub, just some small stuff that wasn’t worth running to the laundromat for. Two t-shirts, a pair of socks and some underwear.

Among your garments is a lacy, lavender thong that Dean loves. Could be because it looks so damn good on you, could be because, once, on a long drive, Sam asleep and gently snoring in the backseat, Dean begged you silently to blow him or jerk him off and you refused, preferred teasing him, so instead you took off said thong, pulled it off your naked legs under the dress you were wearing, then scooted close to him and shoved it in his face. Dean huffed that thing like it was glue and when you finally made it to the motel a couple hours later, he went to town on you in a way that had you walking sideways the next day - but not before wrapping the thin lace around his hard as steel cock and letting you blow him for a bit, all while fingering your asshole.

Yeah, talking is one option. Telling him what you want, what you need, to move on from this. But what your mischievous brain is coming up with in that second is way more fun.

When you walk back into the bedroom a few minutes later, Dean is pointedly reading what you think is the room service menu. The man must be starving at this point - no real dinner and he usually gets as grumpy as a child if he hasn’t had any grease or sugar by eleven in the morning. But you’re pretty sure he’s just doing it to look busy.

Luckily for you, he must still see that something is different in his periphery. Or he’s secretly watching you as you move around the room. Because when you look back at him, his eyes are glued to your ass cheeks. The ones that are very visible with only the little lacy scrap of nothing you’re wearing.

You see his eyes wander up, over the slightly cropped, vintage t-shirt you put on, the one that is, as evident by your hardened nipples which you pinched just before walking out, not accompanied by a bra, before finally slowing at your neck, bare because of your lazily pinned up hair - blowjob hair, as you and Dean affectionately call it - and then stopping on your face. You wear a mask of slight challenge, with a pinch of cluelessness. What could possibly be the cause of Dean studying you like you’re a piece of red meat, gasp, pearl clutch?

“What?” you ask, voice not too mean, but just soft enough to not break him out of his staring, especially not because just then his tongue darts out of his mouth, licking a long stripe over his bottom lip before the tongue disappears and he sucks the lip into his mouth, top row of teeth biting down on it. He blinks.

“N-nothing,” he says, and his eyes quickly go back to the riveting reading material that is the menu. You gotta love this side of Dean, and joy at his reaction is thick in your chest. You only just walked out. And he’s already stuttering.

You give a small, content sigh, then turn back to your duffle, which is what you stopped in front of. You open the zipper, peek in, move a shirt or two around just for show.

“Where is it?” you mutter to yourself. It’s a stage whisper, almost. Loud enough for Dean to hear, but low enough that you can pretend you’re talking to yourself. You lean over a little, dig your hands deeper into the duffle. Cock your hip to get one arm really in there.

You hear the slight shuffle from the bed but you don’t turn around to look at what's happening. It sounds like Dean shifting, maybe to alleviate some discomfort, but you’re absolutely not gonna acknowledge that.

“Did you see my jeans? The dark blue ones?” you ask, not turning around, digging deeper into the bag, your ass sticking out like a personal invitation.

“Uh–” is all you can hear Dean say, and it’s a good thing you’re facing away from him, because you don’t think you’d be able to hide the grin spreading over your face.

You let out a slow, high sigh and then turn your upper body, ass still on display and finally look at him. For good measure, you catch the edge of your bottom lip between your teeth and let it slip out slowly, like you were just thinking.

Dean’s a sight to behold. His mouth is open, his chest is rising and falling. The menu has found its way to his crotch, stretched over there, one tensed fist on each side holding it down. It doesn’t hide what’s underneath, his bulge proudly saluting you even through his boxers and the menu.

“What was that?” you say, but Dean’s eyes have wandered back to your ass, and he’s staring at it like someone would stare at a magician’s pocket watch.

“Over, uhm,” he stutters, and you keep holding his gaze, and he blinks his way up back to your face. “Over the, the, uhm, fucking over the back of the chair.”

You hold his gaze for a moment longer, then turn and look. Right next to where you're standing, your dark blue jeans are slung over the back of a chair.

“Thanks,” you say, then drag your hands out of the duffel and walk over to the couch, very much not having put on the jeans.

You grab the remote, then plop down on the couch, on your back, swing your legs over the backrest, putting them on full display for Dean.

“Hey, why don't you order us some breakfast?” you say as you turn on the TV, wiggle into place. “I'm starving.”

Dean goes all out, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s Dean or because he’s trying to overcompensate for satisfying some other hunger. He’s already sitting at the table, concentrated on chewing a forkful of eggs when you turn the TV off and slowly walk over to him.

“Yum,” you say as you sit down, eyeing the spread before you. It looks like he didn’t leave out a single food group.

You reach for a decorative strawberry that’s resting on top of a picture perfect stack of pancakes, take it between your teeth and bite off a small piece. It’s fresh and surprisingly juicy. Preservatives, you think, then wrap your lips around the rest of it, suck on it a little before fluttering your eyelids up at Dean again.

He’s looking at you, still chewing, fork in one hand, knife in the other, like some kind of hungry man caricature. Just then, a drop of the syrup that the strawberries and pancakes are smothered in drops off your lip, runs halfway down your chin before you catch it with your finger and then lick it off the digit. Not planned, just fate being your girl.

Dean tosses the cutlery onto the table with a clang, looks to the side, finishes chewing, and then swallows.

“I know what you’re doing,” he says, turning back to you, narrowing his eyes at you. You cock your head to the side a little.

“What am I doing?” you ask, voice all innocence. Dean scoffs.

“Walking around half naked, getting me all horned up,” he replies, raising his hand to point at you, “suckin’ off that strawberry. You’re punishing me for being an ass last night.” You raise your eyebrows.

“ Were you an ass last night?” you ask and Dean lets out a low sigh.

“I get it, okay?” he says, voice frustrated. “You’re the boss and I need to watch what I’m saying. Now can you… I don’t know, put something on or maybe, you know?” He sort of nods down at his crotch.

“It’s starting to hurt,” he adds with a pained expression. “Don’t be cruel.”

You’ve been listening, studying Dean intently, running your finger along your lip.

“So let me just make sure I get this straight,” you say slowly. “You’re not apologizing, but you do think I should blow you cause you’re getting a little too excited?”

Dean shifts around, his expression slightly changing.

“Well,” he says, blinking a lot, “I wasn’t saying, you know, that, I was just making suggestions. Anything you wanna do.” And then he corrects his expression, almost makes it back to that perfect charmingness, but he’s just a little too off kilter to fully manage.

“We could do that thing you wanted to try,” he says, voice an attractive drawl and he raises his eyebrows in a clear attempt to flirt. “The thing with the thing?”

But you just keep looking at Dean.

“I’m not cruel, Dean,” you finally say, voice clear. “If I were cruel, I’d do something like this.”

With that, you lean back in your chair, bring one foot up and set it on the seat. You take a slow breath, your chest rising and falling, Dean’s eyes shooting to your breasts.

Then you move one hand, bring it to between your thighs, where the lacy thong is just barely covering you. You run your fingers along that part of yourself, fingertips gently glazing the fabric and your skin underneath.

You’re sitting about 90 degrees around the table from Dean, and his eyes widen when he sees what you’re doing. Some words form on his lips, but he doesn’t say anything. You run your other hand up your thigh, beginning to get yourself in the mood.

“Babe,” Dean half whispers, half breathes, his eyes pinned to your fingers moving between your legs, but he doesn’t continue. You elect to ignore him.

The hand running up your thigh goes to your torso, further up, squeezing your breast through your shirt as you let your head drop back, focus on the feeling your other hand is igniting in you. You hum a little, begin slightly rolling your hips.

You close your eyes. It’s Dean you imagine, of course, Dean’s hands you wish were touching you, finding your nipple, gently circling your clit.

Dean moves, you hear, his chair being pushed back, and your eyes fly open. He’s standing, and you look up at him through your lashes. As he slowly takes a few steps to cross the distance to you, you let your eyes roam over him, from his chest rising and falling to the bulge in his boxers. He’s slightly shaking his head at the sight of you, and then he gets to his knees in front of you.

His eyes are on your lace covered pussy and he leans in. For a second, you almost let him. But the lesson hasn’t been learned yet. So you move the foot you raised on the seat of the chair and push it against his shoulder as he comes close, stopping him from moving in.

“Sweetheart, come on,” he says, voice sounding desperate. “ Anything. ” But you shake your head.

“No,” you say, continuing your touching. “This pussy is only for boyfriends who don’t act like this is the 50’s, and who don’t make me feel bad for wanting to look after them.” Dean clenches his jaw.

“Don’t do this to me,” he replies, voice barely under control.

“Sucks, doesn’t it?” you reply, pausing for a small, only half-theatrical moan. “Sucks when someone tells you what to do. Or what you can’t do.”

Dean’s hands go out and he grabs two of the legs of the chair you’re on, drags it and you forwards a few inches. You gasp, your hand movements stopping, Dean’s face suddenly much closer to you, between your legs but still looking up at you.

“I don’t give a shit, okay?” he says, but strangely, he doesn’t sound angry. He’s imploring you. His face is tense but his eyes are soft. You look at him intently.

“Yeah, I get it,” Dean continues, when he sees you’re listening to him. “I get it’s fucked up. I get it’s unfair. I still don’t give a shit.”

“Dean–” you say, voice placating, but Dean is faster.

“I can’t lose you,” he says, and there’s a sudden rush of emotion in his voice, a slight mistiness in his eyes at his own words. “And I don’t care if I’m not reasonable, and I don’t care if that means I’m sometimes not nice. Nice doesn’t protect you. Nice gets you killed.”

He swallows heavily, not dropping his gaze and you feel a painful twinge in your heart.

“And that’s not an option,” he finishes. You feel your brows pulling together.

“Baby,” you say, feeling your resolve soften, “nothing bad’s gonna happen just cause I go after some asshole ghost.” But Dean’s already shaking his head.

“You don’t understand,” he continues, voice urgent, and you can hardly believe that’s true, but you let him continue.

“If I let my guard down, bad things will happen,” he says, now slightly raising his chin, maybe in an attempt to starve off his own emotions. “You think a guy like me finds a girl like you and bad shit isn’t just waiting around the next corner? You think I don’t get tha–”

“Stop it,” you say, voice soft but clear. You reach the hand that was between your legs out, cup Dean’s cheek in the hope you can ground him in the moment.

Dean’s eyes fall shut immediately. Now that you’ve allowed him to breach the distance, he leans in, presses his face against your still raised leg while a shuddering exhale leaves him.

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice quieter. “I’m sorry.”

“Come here,” you mumble, pull him in a little. Dean follows your movement like you have the strength of a truck. He moves closer, lets his lips graze along the inside of your leg, then leans further in and presses his head against the space under your breasts, deep, heavy breaths leaving him.

“It’s okay,” you say, running both hands through his hair now, soothing him. “It’s okay.”

Dean starts kissing you the next moment. He blindly starts pressing his lips against you there, your skin still separated from him by your t-shirt, but then he wanders lower. His lips find their way closer to your core, with him landing kisses everywhere he can reach.

He can’t reach your pussy with the way you and him are positioned, not comfortably at least, but he gets his face as close as possible, kisses the lace and skin all over, groaning when he must pick up the smell of your arousal.

“Fucking love you so much,” he mutters, his hands going to your legs, fingers pressing into the skin of your thighs.

“Dean, look at me,” you say, still stroking his head, and he looks up at you, lids low, face soft. You look at him for a moment, love so violent it’s gonna crash and burn you flaring up in your heart. “Let’s go to bed.”

You stand, drag Dean up by the arm. He follows you, half stumbles, and even though the bed is right there, he’s unable to keep his hands off you even in that short interval. He grabs your hips, pulls you back against him, kisses your shoulder, hands pawing at you.

You reach the bed and Dean urges you onto it. You crawl on top of it and Dean follows, but then he grabs your hips again, makes you stop. You look over your shoulder just in time to see him settle low on his knees and the next moment, his mouth goes to your ass cheek.

He kisses the skin there, open-mouthed, needily and you stop moving, let your eyes fall shut, let Dean do his thing like only he can do his thing. He tongues and laps and then bites at your ass, making a pornographic gasp come out of you and your entire body respond to him. Dean shifts, and then one hand pulls down your thong, pulls it down to where it rests suspended between your knees, before one of his arms slings around you. His thick fingers find your pussy and he starts rubbing your clit.

For a moment, there’s no air in your lungs, nothing there to carry any of the sounds you want to make out of you. Dean’s touch is precise and just a tad too much for a second, but your lower body bucks once and then you settle into it.

He has three fingers rubbing away at you, finding the nerves that seem to be directly connected to the ones in your brain, while he kisses the skin of your ass again. A long moan leaves you a second later, air finally flooding back into you.

“Oh, fuck, Dean,” you moan, rocking back against him, Dean going along with your movement like a rodeo cowboy trying not to be thrown off, except you’re not trying to throw him off, you’re just trying to feel more of him.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Dean pants, “tell me how it feels.”

You’re trying to come up with the appropriate adjectives through the headrush the intense, perfect stimulation is giving you when Dean kisses you again, and then again, and you realize, with a thrill of deep, erotic anticipation, that he is working his way closer to your asshole.

“Yes, keep going, baby,” you sigh and Dean swirls his tongue closer to his goal. “That’s perfect.”

Another gasp leaves you as Dean’s tongue finds your tightest hole, followed by a deep, uncontrolled groan as he starts stimulating you from both ends.

Within seconds, you’re moaning so loudly you’re pretty sure it could wake the dead. You reach one hand behind you to find the back of Dean’s head, push it closer against you. His tongue prods at you, setting deep, intense pleasure free.

“That’s so good, baby,” you pant and Dean starts pressing his tongue deeper, starts circling his fingers quicker, the two fists of pleasure building from these points becoming bigger and bigger until it feels like they’re meeting in the middle.

You’re pretty sure your eyes roll up when your orgasm hits you, and you’re also pretty sure, or would be, if your brain was still capable of any higher functions, that someone walking past the room would probably think you’re in the process of being murdered. Your entire body shakes, but you are so perfectly caught between Dean’s arm wrapped around you and his face. It’s intense and it feels like it’s lighting up every part of your body and like it goes on for much longer than should be physically possible.

When your body finally slumps down in exhaustion, Dean gently drops you and you just barely manage to roll onto your back. Your chest is heaving and it feels like you’re vibrating. Your eyes are closed, and you’re pretty sure you have the biggest fucked-out grin in the world on your face.

Dean moves and you blink your eyes open. He’s running his mouth over the shoulder of his t-shirt, and then looks down at you.

“Darlin’--” he starts, but you shake your head.

“Shut up,” you say, still a little breathless. “Take off your clothes and fuck me.”

To be fair, the taking off his clothes part, to you, is completely optional. Dean could go and put on a bunny suit right now and you wouldn’t care as long as you can feel his cock inside you as soon as possible. But clever guy that he is, he gets the gist.

Dean’s hands fly to the back of his head and half a second later, he’s pulling his t-shirt off. He’s already climbing over you while he’s pushing down his boxers.

“Don’t know how long I’m gonna last with how worked up you got me,” he says, using one hand to pull the thong the rest of the way off you, but you shake your head, move your hands to pull your own shirt off yourself. Then you angle one of your legs up high against your body.

“Don’t care,” you say, hands reaching out to him. “I just need to feel you.”

Dean’s body is covering yours a blink of an eye later. He kisses you deeply immediately, and his closeness makes you buzz. He’s so warm and soft everywhere he’s touching you. That surprised you, when you first got to touch him - how soft Dean is. His skin, his hair, the way he looks into your eyes when he’s balls deep inside of you. Who’d have thought.

Dean needs to break the kiss a second later to look down between your bodies. You angle your leg up, higher, so that it’s held up by his shoulder, while the other you sling around him. His arm moves while he finds himself, and you land a kiss on his cheek.

“Fucking put it in me, baby,” you breathe in his ear and Dean groans before he shifts once more, and then you can feel his hard thickness press against your entrance.

He starts pressing into you with a deep groan and you can feel him twitch in response to your wet heat. He gives you the first couple of inches, then pulls out a little, pushes further in.

“That’s fucking it,” he groans, eyes squeezed shut. He leans down again, presses his forehead to yours and you hold him close. “Needed that.”

Dean ruts himself into you until he’s fully seated, then sighs deeply. When he’s as deep in you as he can be, he opens his eyes, looks into yours. You bite your lip, look up at him, and Dean starts moving, slowly, diligently.

He pulls out only a little, pushes in again, rolling his hips but his movement almost stutters from how much he’s holding himself back. You get that - scratching an itch is only really satisfying if you can fully go at it, rake your fingernails over the offending spot. If someone softly blows on it that only makes it worse. So you let your hand wander to the back of his neck, make him focus on you.

“Fuck me, baby, really fuck me,” you breathe. “Like you wanted to in that basement yesterday. When you wanted to put me in my place for being such a meddling bitch. Show me how you take care of me.”

Dean blinks, slows. Looks into your eyes, like he wants to make sure you’re being totally serious. He must see that you are.

He pushes himself up. One hand goes to the back of your thigh, pressing you open, the slight burn of the position titillating, making you feel like you can’t escape him, not that you’d want to. His other hand goes to your waist, palm flat against you so his weight pushes you down into the mattress. He pulls out slowly, lets you feel every inch of perfect drag and then slams right back home.

“That’s what you want?” he pants, but you barely hear him over the loud moan that leaves you at that first captivating thrust. “Want me to fucking show you who’s boss?”

Dean pistons his hips, pumping into you hard and deep, and your hands go flying out, looking for purchase as half horny chuckle, half whine leaves you. One grabs the bedding below you, the other finds his lower arm, fingernails digging in.

“Yes!” you gasp, the stimulation nearly making you go dumb. “Yes, yes, Dean, like that!”

By leaning mostly on you, Dean can drive into you fast and hard. Your head drops back as you flip between moaning and whimpering, unable to say anything else. You’re held perfectly in place by his weight, can only lie there and take what he’s giving.

“Fucking mouthing off to me,” Dean pants, upper lip pulled up in a snarl as his eyes go from where his cock is opening you up to your bouncing tits to your face, screwed up in brutal pleasure. “Being smart. I’ll show you.”

Dean’s balls are slapping against your ass, loud in your ears and your mouth is ripped open as he ignites you. He groans on each exhale, a purely animalistic sound, as his length and girth drive you higher with a precision that is deadly.

He moves the hand that is holding up your leg, which is now only held up by his torso, and brings it to your pussy, presses his thumb against your clit, rubs the pad of his finger over your nub of nerves until you're twitching and moaning.

“Come on, I know you wanna come again,” he pants, not letting up. “Want to come on my cock, don't you? That's what you wanted the whole time?”

You squeal and pull your legs in as you come again, nearly keening as your body is rocked back and forth my Dean's rough fucking. Your eyes squeeze shut, warmth and overwhelming pressure and pleasure exploding outward from where Dean is taking such thorough care of you. You nearly go cross-eyed.

Dean moans loudly at you gripping him, and then, his dead giveaway that he's about to come, he leans in again, kisses you, his soft lips desperately latching onto yours.

“Love you, fucking love you,” he almost whispers, and then his thrusts become uncoordinated and a long whimpering sounds leaves him as he presses his face against your neck and spills inside of you.

Dean grinds into you a few more times, still moaning, and you bring your hands up to run them over his back, fingertips pressed into his skin, up to his neck which makes him shudder. Then, you just hold him, listen to the small noises he still makes. He gets so vocal. It's one of your favorite things about him.

He moves much too early, shifts, and you make a complaining noise.

“Just gotta pull out, darlin’,” he drawls, the way he always drawls when he just came hard. You consider that a sign of a job well done. You made me nut so hard I lost all my g’s, he once said to you early in your relationship. You dropped your head back and laughed.

Dean pushes himself up, just enough that he can slip out of you, then immediately lies back down on you again. You grunt at his weight, but it's all worth it for how close he presses himself to you, arms wrapped around you, soft lips pressed against the spot behind your ear, warm breath fanning down your neck.

“You're fucking gorgeous, you know that?” he mutters, and you grin to yourself, run your hand over the back of his head.

Dean's come has mostly dripped out of you and adding your own juices to that, you start getting shifty.

“Let me clean up,” you say and Dean reluctantly untangles himself from you.

To your surprise, he follows you to the bathroom. As you sit to pee, he grabs a towel, cleans himself, then tosses it over the side of the tub. You don't even bother raising your eyebrows at him - you're all love hormones right now.

Dean grabs his boxers and you take his t-shirt, and then the two of you congregate in bed again, but not before Dean grabs a selection of some of the breakfast food you still have out on the table. Most of it is cold, but the two of you pick at it out of sheer hunger, talking about what tastes best, what you like, feeding each other little morsels and sucking any leftovers off the other one's fingers. It's light and easy. But there's one more thing you have to say.

“You know,” you say after a while, looking at Dean, “I don’t crash headfirst into hepatitis infected basements cause I think it’s fun.”

Dean gives a careful chuckle, but lets you talk.

“I do it,” you continue, “because I feel the exact same way you do. So don’t you dare pretend for even a second that I don’t understand what you go through.”

Dean is still chewing on something, but he studies you while he does. He reaches for a napkin, runs it over his mouth.

“I know,” he finally says. “I get that, I do. And I know I can't expect you to act differently than I do.” You nod, wait for him to continue, thinking there's a but coming.

But there's not. He simply reaches his hand out, takes yours. Then he looks up, into your eyes, holds your gaze.

“I love you,” he says, like he hasn't said it a thousand times, like he really wants you to hear him.

“I love you too, baby,” you say and he nods, still looking at you. Then he leans in, kisses you on the lips and a second later, his arm is around you and he's dragging you down onto the bed.

You giggle, then shuffle around until you're comfortable, both of Dean's arms wrapped around you, his lips pressed to the top of your head. With a sigh, you close your eyes.

Maybe this is the price. Maybe the payment for loving someone is to be worried shitless for them.

And maybe that's a lesson even Dean Winchester has to learn someday.

#sorry's fics #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean winchester x you #spn #supernatural

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orangesaek · 6 days ago

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'tattooed on my mind' | Jaehyun

request: "Jaehyun (y/n's unrequited love at first but falls bit by bit for her)"

pairings: tattoo-artist!Jaehyun x afab-lawyer!reader (Johnny, Taeyong, Yuta & Ten cameo)┊genre: slow-burn romance, friends to lovers, some comedy (tried), fluff┊wc: 3.5k┊cw: minimal cursing/swearing

@bluedbliss I might have gotten a bit carried away (hence the wc im sorry) but I hope u like this anw~ tysm for requesting xoxo

a/n: slightly proofread. also, I MISS JAEYONG :((((

Two years ago, you found yourself reluctantly stepping into a tattoo shop, dragged there by your older brother Johnny and his friend Yuta. They promised you something irresistible:

“After the tattoo session, we’ll treat you to the best food ever.”

That was the only reason you agreed to tag along. You had zero interest in tattoos—well, aside from admiring the art from a safe distance.

The air inside smelled like antiseptic. Dark and edgy.

“Yo, Ten,” Johnny called as you all stepped in.

“Hey,” Ten mumbled from across the room without looking up, hunched over a client’s arm with focused precision.

“Hi to whoever you brought, too.”

“Hi,” you replied, a little amused.

Johnny grinned. “This is my little sister, the lawyer. Finally dragged her out.”

“Cool,” Ten said, still not looking up. “Hi lil sis.”

And then you saw him.

Jaehyun.

Jaehyun looked up from his desk near the window and stood, brushing graphite off his hands. He was wearing a loose, sleeveless black tee that showed off his toned, tattooed arms, his hair tousled like he hadn’t even tried. His dimples made an appearance as he gave you a small smile.

“And this,” Johnny continued, motioning toward Jaehyun and the man beside him, “is Jaehyun and Taeyong. They own this shop with Ten.”

Taeyong gave a slight nod and a friendly smile.

“Hey. You can sit on the couch if you want. There’s also a coffee shop downstairs if you want to grab something to eat.”

Without missing a beat, Ten called out again—still tattooing, not looking up.

“We’ve got water and instant coffee in the back, and snacks in the cabinet above the fridge. Might wanna grab something now—based on those cursed sketches Johnny and Yuta wanted, you’re gonna be here for a while.”

You chuckled. “I’m okay, thanks,” you said, settling onto the couch.

From your seat, you watched them work. Jaehyun, Taeyong, and Ten moved with smooth confidence, tattoos like murals on skin, faces too perfect.

They should be celebrities, you thought, not tattoo artists. Too handsome to be hidden in a tucked-away studio like this.

Jaehyun was working on Johnny’s forearm, glancing up occasionally to chat, then down again with expert precision. At one point, he looked over at you and flashed another smile, one dimple deepening.

“You look like you're analyzing us like a criminal case,” he said. “Should I be worried you’re building evidence?”

You smirked. “Only if bad puns are a felony.”

He snorted mid-laugh—snorted—and his pen jerked slightly.

“Shit,” he hissed. “Almost ruined the outline.”

Taeyong cracked a smile from where he was prepping Yuta’s arm.

“I told you not to try being funny while tattooing.”

Ten let out a snicker from across the room.

Johnny gave Jaehyun a side-eye.

“If you mess up my tattoo, I’m making you ink a dick on your pretty face.”

Jaehyun tried to hold in another laugh but failed miserably, shaking his head.

The whole room fell into a lighthearted rhythm after that, and from the couch, you watched it all unfold—your heart doing things it shouldn’t around a guy like him.

Johnny and Yuta loved Jaehyun and Taeyong’s work so much they kept coming back for more tattoos. And somehow, you kept tagging along—on the excuse that the café downstairs had the best iced Americano in Seoul.

They knew exactly why you came.

“Stop pretending you just like coffee,” Yuta teased one day as you sipped your drink while Jaehyun was busy with another customer.

You glared at him. “I’m the only responsible adult here, okay?”

Jaehyun caught your eye and grinned.

“Responsible, huh? I’d say reckless—showing up just for coffee and bad jokes.”

You rolled your eyes but chuckled when he flexed his tattooed arms and winked playfully.

Weeks passed, and you found yourself drawn into their world despite your demanding job. Whenever Johnny said Jaehyun would be around, you’d drop everything and come by.

One evening, Johnny nudged you during dinner.

“You know, everyone in the shop can tell you like Jaehyun. Even Taeyong and Ten are keeping tabs. Yuta knows, too. Obviously.”

You nearly choked on your food. “What? No way.”

Johnny smirked. “Yeah, way. You’re the worst at hiding it.”

You blushed but said nothing. You’d never told Jaehyun how you felt. You were scared it would ruin everything.

One day, while shopping for new office clothes at the mall, you and Jaehyun were walking side by side through the clean, wide hallways—your arm occasionally brushing his as you wandered in and out of stores.

He carried your shopping bags without complaint, even held up a few blouses to your frame while making fake model poses that made you snort.

Then, casually, you brought something up.

“Oh, by the way,” you said as you were flipping through some tailored blazers on a rack.

“A lawyer from SM asked me out yesterday. Said he saw me during trial and it was ‘love at first sight’.”

You didn’t look at Jaehyun when you said it. You weren’t sure why—maybe you were testing something, or just curious.

Jaehyun, who had been scrolling through his phone as he leaned against a pillar, paused. His smile faltered. You caught the flicker in his eyes when he looked up. Something unreadable. Confusion? Unease?

“Really?” His voice was slightly tighter than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, glancing at him from the side, trying to read him. “He seemed nice. Said he’s been seeing me in a few hearings and finally worked up the nerve.”

Jaehyun’s jaw ticked for a second. Then he gave a short laugh, forced.

“Can’t blame him. You’re pretty and amazing.”

Your heart twisted at the words. Sweet and supportive, but the delivery felt off.

There was silence. You were about to move on when he asked, voice low and seemingly offhanded, “So… do you like him?”

You blinked, caught off guard. “I’m not sure yet...”

Jaehyun tilted his head slightly, studying you. “He decent?”

“Kinda,” you said, shrugging. “I mean, he’s okay. Perfect hair, polite, driven.”

You weren’t even sure why you were describing the guy that much.

Jaehyun nodded slowly, as if absorbing that.

“Are you thinking about going on a date with him?”

You glanced at him again. His tone was careful.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Jaehyun didn’t respond right away. He shifted his weight slightly, eyes drifting away toward the row of jackets behind you. His lips pressed together.

He told himself he should be happy for you. That’s what friends do, right? Be supportive.

But instead, something tugged at him.

The idea of someone else getting to listen to your rants after court, getting to see that excited sparkle in your eyes when you talked about winning a case. Someone else making you laugh.

He looked back at you with a faint smile, then tilted his head toward the escalators.

“Anyway, didn’t you say you wanted to check out the stationery shop on the fifth floor? Let's go. Before you fall for Mr. Perfect Hair and decide to ditch your shopping buddy.”

Jaehyun didn’t realize it yet, but that moment would haunt him for weeks. Because that wasn’t the reaction of someone who saw you as “just a friend”.

That was the first time he realized that if he didn’t do something soon, someone else might step in where he had always been too careful to tread.

Someone else might get to call you theirs.

And he didn’t think he could handle that.

The first time Jaehyun came to your office, he unintentionally caused chaos.

He had stopped by your building during one of his free afternoons, dressed casually in a black sleeveless hoodie that showed off his toned, tattoo-covered arms. His hair was pushed back, revealing his sculpted face, sharp jawline, and the ever-dangerous combo—his dimples and a polite smile.

He had walked up to the front desk like he belonged there, asking in that calm, deep voice, “Hi, I’m looking for Attorney L/N’s office? I’m a friend. Just dropping something off.”

The poor intern at the reception nearly dropped her pen.

“Oh—uh, yes! She’s on the 17th floor. You can take the elevator to your left,” she stammered, blinking rapidly as she tried not to stare too hard at his arms or the way his black joggers clung perfectly to his hips.

Jaehyun smiled and thanked them with a slight bow, his dimples making a brief but deadly appearance.

The whispers started as soon as he turned around.

“Oh my god.”

“Who is that?”

“Did we just get a celebrity in the lobby?”

As Jaehyun stepped off the elevator on the 17th floor, more heads turned.

Your colleagues peered through office windows, peeking from behind their cubicles as he walked calmly down the hallway, his boots making light thuds on the polished tile. Even the older colleagues blinked in mild surprise as he passed.

He gave a slight, bashful nod to a few people who were obviously staring and then he stopped outside your door.

Inside, you were busy typing furiously on your computer, deep in edits for an upcoming court document. When you heard a soft knock, you called out automatically, “Come in.”

You didn’t look up until the door creaked open.

And then, “Jaehyun?”

He stepped inside, holding a takeout bag in one hand and two cups of iced Americano in the other.

“Johnny told me you haven’t eaten yet. Said you texted him you were swamped with that multi-million dollar case.”

Your mouth opened slightly. “He told you that?”

“Yeah, we were texting,” Jaehyun said simply, placing the bag and drinks carefully on the corner of your desk. “So, I figured you might need some fuel.”

You blinked, then stood up and smiled, the surprise giving way to warmth.

“Thanks… I didn’t even realize how hungry I was.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, dimples peeking again as he gave you a boyish grin.

“Didn’t want you to faint from hunger while winning your clients’ millions.”

You laughed. “That’s very specific and considerate of you.”

He glanced briefly around your office, eyes scanning the framed degrees and awards on your walls.

“It’s cool seeing your world. You talk about court all the time, but seeing it like this? I dunno. Makes me proud.”

You paused. That was unexpectedly sweet.

Jaehyun didn’t linger too long. “I’ll let you get back to it. Eat, okay?”

You nodded, walking with him to the elevator.

“Thanks again, really.”

“Anytime,” he said, waving as the doors closed.

The moment you walked back into your office, you were ambushed.

Two of your colleagues nearly tackled you in the hallway.

“WHO was that?” one of them whispered, wide-eyed. “And can you introduce me?”

You laughed nervously, trying to sidestep them.

“He’s just a friend.”

“Oh please,” another snorted. “Friends don’t bring lunch like that with iced Americano and a face that hot. He looked like a heavily tattooed K-pop idol.”

“He’s really just a friend,” you repeated, holding up your hands.

“Then give me his number,” one said boldly. “If you’re not dating him, I wanna take him out.”

You blinked. Then blurted out the first thing that popped into your head.

“He’s gay.”

“What?” they all said in unison.

“Yeah,” you said quickly. “He just looks like that but totally not into women. That’s why we get along. We talk about boys.”

They stared at you suspiciously.

You gave your best lawyer-face and backed into your office.

“I gotta review this case. Good luck, ladies.”

That wasn’t the last time Jaehyun came.

He started dropping by whenever he had gaps in his schedule—especially after that day. Sometimes, he’d bring hot soup on rainy afternoons.

When you were in a meeting and didn’t see him, you’d come back to your office and find the food waiting for you, along with those funny little messages that made your heart skip.

“Eat this or I’ll tattoo ‘hangry’ on you myself. – J”

You’d sit down at your desk, smile at his note, and immediately shoot him a text.

“you’re ridiculous but thank you 💛”

He’d reply almost immediately.

“only the best for Seoul’s top lawyer 💅✨ did you eat it or are you suing me for trespassing 👀”

One afternoon, Jaehyun had texted you, asking if you wanted to hang out. Johnny, Taeyong, and Yuta were off hiking somewhere ‘spiritual’, and you were home alone, slowly losing your mind between legal briefs and iced coffee refills.

"Come to the shop," Jaehyun had said.

"It’s just me and Ten today. He’s my only victim-slash-client. You can study here—it’s quieter than you think. Plus, you get to hear me whine while I work."

So, you brought your notes. Another complicated case waiting to be dissected, and settled into the familiar couch across the room.

You couldn't help but glance up every now and then, the ink glistening beautifully under the shop lights, and Jaehyun looking much more attractive as he expertly outlined Ten’s arm.

Your eyes took in all of Jaehyun’s visible tattoos and teased, “You're basically art with muscles.”

Jaehyun glanced up, dimples showing.

“And you're basically an encyclopedia with legs.”

You bit back a laugh.

Ten let out a dramatic sigh.

“Can you two stop flirting while I’m trying not to die here? My pain tolerance is not compatible with this rom-com energy.”

Jaehyun snorted, eyes twinkling as he returned to his shading on Ten’s arm.

“Sorry, bro. She started it.”

You looked back down at your notes, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from smiling too hard, when Ten—currently sprawled comfortably in the chair as Jaehyun shaded on his arm—spoke up.

“So,” he began casually, “What’s the update on Mr. Perfect Hair?”

You blinked, caught completely off guard.

“Wait, how do you even know about him?”

Jaehyun visibly froze beside him, the buzzing of the tattoo machine pausing for a second. His shoulders stiffened.

Before Jaehyun could throw a warning glance or say anything, Ten casually replied, “Oh, Jaehyun told me.”

Your eyes slowly shifted to Jaehyun, who was now staring very intently on Ten’s arm—like his life depended on getting that one tiny shadow just right. He didn't meet your gaze. His jaw was clenched slightly, and you could see the tension in his brows. You raised a brow at him before turning back to Ten.

“He still texts me,” you said slowly. “But I haven’t said yes to his date invite yet… I’m not sure what to do.”

Ten hummed thoughtfully and turned his head to look at you.

“If you’re not sure, I think it’s better to just turn him down now. You don’t want to waste anyone’s time.”

You nodded, unsure. “Yeah, but what if I regret it?”

Ten gave you a knowing look, one Jaehyun purposefully avoided.

“You would've gone out with him a long time ago if you were really interested. You look like you're already into someone else anyway.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but nothing came out because that actually made perfect sense. And the moment your eyes involuntarily glanced toward Jaehyun again, who was pretending he was way too focused on blending the shading, you felt your heart sink a little just from the weight of your own realization.

Later that night, after dinner and a little more quiet time at the tattoo shop, you finally sent Mr. Perfect Hair guy a message.

It was kind, honest.

You thanked him for his sweet words, told him you appreciated the gesture, but your heart wasn’t in the right place to start anything with him.

He responded quickly.

"That’s okay, really. Thanks for being honest. Whoever the guy is that ends up with you… he’s lucky. Good luck."

You smiled softly at the message. And without even thinking, your thumb hovered over another chat—Jaehyun’s. You didn’t type anything yet, but your heart was already miles ahead.

You were hanging out in the tattoo shop again, quietly studying your cases spread out on the table. The faint scent of ink filled the air.

Jaehyun was at his usual spot by the big window, working intently on a sketch for Yuta’s new tattoo. His brows knit together in concentration, every stroke of his pen deliberate and precise.

Every now and then, you’d glance up at him. His muscular, sleeveless arms flexing as he moved, tattoos on his skin looking like they had stories to tell. When he caught your eye, he’d flash that warm smile, dimples deepening, before returning his focus to the sketch.

You felt a quiet comfort in the shared silence, your mind flipping between legal jargon and the mesmerizing sight of Jaehyun so absorbed in his art.

Finally, summoning courage, you broke the silence.

“So... do you think someone like me could ever... get asked out by someone like you?”

You kept your eyes on the table, pretending not to watch his reaction.

Jaehyun paused, then laughed—a deep, genuine laugh that made your heart skip a beat. You looked up quickly, suddenly nervous.

“O-okay,” you said quietly, gathering your things, voice trembling a little, “Sorry. Forget I said anything.”

You stood up, heading for the door, when Jaehyun caught your wrist and suddenly pulled you into a tight hug.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to laugh,” he said softly, his dimples showing as he smiled against your hair.

“I was laughing because... honestly, I can’t believe you beat me to it.”

You froze, heart pounding.

“I was going to ask you out,” he continued, voice soft but sure. “I just needed the right moment.”

You pulled back a little, searching his eyes. “Since when?”

His smile softened.

“Since the first time I saw you walk into the shop. You’re one of a kind—smart, funny, and somehow able to take my world-class jokes without rolling your eyes too hard.”

You laughed softly, the tension melting away.

“But when you told me about that lawyer guy who asked you out...” His voice dropped to a whisper. “Something just... flipped inside me. I realized I didn’t want to be just your tattoo artist friend or shopping buddy or your brother’s friend... I wanted to be part of your life, really part of it.”

Your breath hitched, warmth flooding your chest.

“So, what took you so long?” you asked, voice gentle but teasing.

He grinned, that familiar mischievous spark lighting up his eyes.

“I’ve been waiting for the right moment to ask you but you just beat me to it. And honestly? I’m glad you did.”

You smiled, like something long-awaited had finally arrived. Jaehyun pulled you back in for a tighter hug, his arms warm and secure around you as he gently swayed your bodies side to side. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek, his chin resting lightly on your head.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this,” he murmured softly, voice slightly muffled in your hair.

“You walking into the shop that first day? I thought Johnny brought you just to test my self-control.”

You chuckled into his chest. “You almost ruined his tattoo.”

He laughed, the low sound vibrating through your frame. “Because you made me laugh. Still do.”

He leaned back just enough to look at you, brushing his thumb over your cheek.

“I didn’t think someone like you could really look at someone like me and see beyond the ink or my dumb jokes.”

You reached up, fingertips tracing the curve of his jaw.

“I always saw you. I just thought maybe you didn’t see me like that.”

Jaehyun smiled, dimples deep, eyes soft.

“And I’ve always seen you. I just didn’t want to risk losing you before I was sure.”

His hand found yours, fingers intertwining, and he gave them a small squeeze.

Then, with a teasing grin, he said, “So… what’s gonna happen to that Mr. Perfect Hair guy? The one who fell in love with you at first sight?”

You tilted your head, feigning confusion.

“Mr. Perfect Hair? Hmm. Can’t say I know anyone like that.”

Jaehyun raised a brow, amused.

You bit back a smile, lowering your voice just a little.

“I am waiting for some guy to ask me out, though. Handsome, tattooed, annoyingly good at puns. I heard he might be free this weekend, and lucky me—I don’t have any cases to work on.”

For a second, Jaehyun didn’t move. Then that deep, warm laugh of his escaped as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your nose, dimples flashing.

“Perfect,” he murmured, still smiling. “I think that guy’s been waiting for the weekend, too.”

Weeks later, you were back in the tattoo shop when Jaehyun held out his hand.

On his ring finger was a tiny tattoo—your initials with a small heart.

“Tattoos last forever, right?” he said with that cheesy grin you secretly loved.

“So does my love for you.”

You smirked and pointed at your ring finger.

“Think you could tattoo mine with your initials?”

He leaned in close, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Only if you pay me with a kiss.”

You smiled and kissed him.

And just like that, your unspoken love was inked into reality—permanent, beautiful, and real.

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ikemenomegas · 4 months ago

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Too cute

so my cats do this thing where they will groom each other, nap a bit, then start snapping at each other until they have a chase around the house

It was really difficult to cull this list, so I chose ones that seemed fun or obvious from my character list. The experience illuminated the separation and overlap between whumpable characters and ones you want to mess up with your own hands oop.

▷∥ Jihyun (V), Alucard, Joanne Harcourt, Kunikida, Dazai, Jōno, Sasuke, Itachi, Obito, Haku, Jiaoqiu, Sunday, Lucio, Asra, Yoshida

now, this list looks deceptively short, but as a vertical post is excruciatingly long. hopefully there's something for everyone, below the cut!

🐊 read until the end for a few extra treats🐊

Omegas who elicit cuteness aggression:

Jihyun (V)

Extremely biteable, extremely squishable, much more playful rather than passive after he learns how to put up boundaries. He's especially nice to overstimulate because he gets wriggly and does a particularly weird thing where he chirps at you, like calling you, and yes, it is very sweet because it's like a reassurance thing, but also it's a bit silly how it gets faster and more frequent the most overstimulated he is. He does overlap quite strongly with a whump factor. He is very pretty when he cries and when he behaves gently or pitifully this makes him even more biteable. Pounce on him. Nicely.

Alucard

Blonde goth sad boy aesthetic, especially with the season 4(?) outfit, makes you want to hug him. Harder. Harder!!! Squeeze him hard!! Luckily, he's very durable and tolerates this with good grace. Biting is interesting because of the whole vampire thing, which I like to think is mutually erotic if you both bite one another. He develops a bit of a degradation thing at some point, and he'll get cute and bratty if you tease him about being a needy little thing, letting you punish or goad him into compliance. He also has overlap with the whump part of the venn diagram but probably don't squish him when he's actually feeling down. Measure out the cuteness aggression by kissing him lots, it'll make you and him feel better.

Joanne Harcourt (before anyone gets stupid, when I talk about Joanne Harcourt he is of course aged up, having survived having the Earl Phantomhive as a friend and hopefully graduated from fantasy Eton little worse for wear)

Joanne gets overwhelmed easily, and whines and trembles when he is. It is exceedingly cute. Tall and willowy with a shy demeanor, luminous eyes, and lightly wind-blushed cheeks (oxford commas!), Joanne is a true English-rose of an omega in traditional high collars and never caught without gloves. If you want to be the one to mess him up with your own hands, you have to be a little bit willing to growl at other alphas who want to do the same but won't take responsibility for it. However, Joanne doesn't carry a strong "whump" factor. He mostly seems to elicit pity and protective instincts when he interacts with the worse part of Phantomhive's magic nonsense, or the underbelly of London.

Kunikida

I never said acting on cuteness aggression is smart with every omega. The first time you finally give in and just... nibble on him, I think Kunikida would start yelling "ouch, what was that for, what a degenerate alpha doing this where anyone can see" yadda yadda, etc etc, honestly a total diva about it, okay maybe you feel a tiny bit guilty, but that is what you love about him. He has a cranky old man attitude, no filter, and a tsundere demeanor that absolutely doesn't land with everyone, but it's extremely funny to make him mad, you get why Dazai does it, and in your case the more he puffs like a done kettle, the more you want to pin him down and make him yell more (he yells after you leave him covered in marks too 😈, it's a shame you're too tired from making them to do more)

Megumi

Triggers cuteness aggression and is just aggressive rip. Snappish, sullen, extremely shy when he reciprocates romantic affection (because it means confronting feelings besides justified irritation and righteous anger and self-effacement). You'd think he'd have Sasuke energy but he's more grumbly than outright lowkey hateful to individuals but does occasionally exhibit some like, aggressive puppy behavior, including the "gets tired and just lays tummy-up on the floor". He's also a little bit used to it. His... Gojo, Gojo's alpha, his sister's friends (Tsumiki knows him too well to be taken in most of the time), Yuuji, Maki... you get it. It's that cute face and "you can't make me admit I like attention" that draws everyone.

Sasuke

Unlike his glass doll of a brother, Sasuke can take some roughhousing and is used to it... from his brother, but also from Shisui and some other cousins/mentors (more on this later). He's sort of resigned to it when he first realizes his alpha is sneaking in some extra squishing or nibbling (as long as it's not so visible it ruins his image). Later though, he starts to expect it and will pout mightily if you don't roughhouse with him extoling both his behavioral and physical delights. This happens the first time during a heat and he is ruthless after, due to being thoroughly embarrassed. When you tone it down to give him time to calm down... he gets petty. Don't you think he's cute anymore! Why aren't you pinching his thighs or his butt when he walks by, why don't you "sneak" up behind him and burry your face in his shirt! Thus comes a rare moment of him sitting on your lap when you're reading and intentionally being cute and putting your hand on his legs to tell you to get on with it again.

Jiaoqiu

The first thing is he makes cute sounds. When he yawns it's like a kitten or a puppy yawning. If you rub his ears or massage behind them, he can make this high-pitched sighing sound that is so cute it literally can flatten someone. The second thing is that his fur parts are so soft he has to scold you for touching him too much/all the time, squeezing too hard like a rambunctious pup. If you look pathetic about it, he will show you how to grab him in ways that are not uncomfortable (and my even lead to something else 😉). The third thing is he is cute when he is cooking (or making medicine but we have to have some self-control). He hums to himself and shuffles in place like he's dancing when he's cooking, and he's so happy when something tastes good. He doesn't cry but super spicy things still make him look uncomfortable and there's something to be said for having to baby him while he's enjoying the pain.

Sunday

He is typically so stiff and anxious it is very difficult to find him doing anything interesting enough to be considered cute, unless you clock this behavior as just really strange and then it becomes sad because it's to do with the collision of personality and upbringing making him really scared to make a "wrong" move. This isn't the part that inspires cuteness aggression. When he finally loosens up (literally, like his tie isn't tight enough to choke him anymore if he's not keeping perfect posture), that's when this show of trust and vulnerability inspires a slightly unfortunate urge to do to him what you cannot reasonably do to small, cute animals. His alpha feel really badly the first time they leave bruises from grabbing his thighs far too hard. Sunday is scared by the cognitive dissonance of his sculpted persona not being the kind of person to let his happen and the marks being result of an unguardedness that felt so good it feels wrong now that he's out of that headspace. It takes a lot of work both with and without a partner to for him to accept the natural messiness of intimacy.

Levi

Oh boy, another grumpy old man. At this point, I think it's to do with my tastes, but I won't apologize for it! Personally, I find the grumpiness cute, like with a grumpy cat. Rbf-disgruntled Levi is just a cute Levi (can be drawn in for some mutual snarking if in public, otherwise just be near him so he's not awkward and alone), a sleepy Levi is a cute Levi (that needs your shoulder as a pillow stat). He's not so cute when he's dressing down a cadet who nearly took another cadet's head off but at least that's not you because Levi has a competency kink. He has this very alert yet relaxed, dare I say perky, way of walking when you tidy your shared spaces to his satisfaction, it makes his butt look very cute and he kind of knows it. Mostly he's the target of cuteness aggression when you're being intimate together. His face just makes you want to bite him and touch him and make him cry more, he needs to fall apart and let you take care of everything.

Omegas with cuteness aggression:

Dazai

He's someone who makes you want to mess him up. Those big pouty eyes, and soft, mischievous mouth, the lanky clumsiness all puts ideas in your head all too easily. However, your impulse absolutely pales compared to his. Dazai is someone who goes above and beyond the simply "want to bite, want to squeeze, want to pinch" of cuteness aggression (see exhibit A, blowing up an old partner he has complex feelings for's car). He isn't destructive with his Alpha, but he isn't above tricking them into situations he will find them cute or responding in a cute way. Innocent methods include trying on cute accessories and going extra cute cafes so his alpha get excited about the food. Less innocent methods include getting himself used as ransom or putting you in a situation where you experience other emotional upheaval (with a suitable catharsis of course).

Obito (and Tobi)

I mean, you had to see this coming, right? The jokester with a savior complex, ridiculously devoted to the people he loves, puts them on a pedestal. Of course he has moments where he thinks his alpha is the cutest thing in the world. And then there's this itch in his teeth that can't be satisfied by anything except for biting, or wrestling, pushing, shoving, play fighting. A non-massacre Obito tones it down a littlem but he's well known to simply enjoy cute things, small animals, sweet old people, butterflies. No one's surprised that he chooses an alpha who matches this aesthetic sensibility of his. He has ADHD so bad (basically as bad as Naruto) and one of the things he hyper-focuses on is his mate, to the point he'll have something similar to Kakashi vs Guy level fights around the village where his blood is pounding, he keeps looking behind him, grinning like mad because isn't his alpha just perfect, so cute how they can't catch him yet, that focused look on their face, ah, that's a clone, the real one's on his left. They've got him and he's got them.

Jōno

Are all of these omegas a little scary?! Scary pretty husbands. Yes. A rarer but no less beloved breed. It doesn't matter than Jōno can't see you, since he can sense changes in your moods and hear everything (rip to your privacy when he's curious). He finds it extremely cute when his alpha is flustered, if his alpha laughs quietly and no one but him can tell they think something is funny, if his alpha gets irritated by people being rude and uses their skills to fix the problem (or even if they just grit their teeth and bear it to preserve decorum), if his alpha does silly things like stockpile way too much of a favorite snack when it's on sale... He knows some of it's silly, but apparently silly is what love makes you. His version of cuteness aggression ranges from saying he wants you to guide him and mushing himself against your side and grabbing your arms too tight to fantasizing about living his life as a vapor so that he can literally sink into your lungs and tissues. He knows this is abnormal, but so is a lot about him, so he keeps these thoughts mostly to himself and limits himself to using very small parts of himself (mostly with permission) or just pressing himself as tightly to your body as possible.

Itachi

Itachi also elicits cuteness aggression, but his reaction outweighs his alpha's and he also gets overwhelmed with others offering those kinds of outbursts at him so he prefers his alpha not to do it [too aggressively]. His cuteness aggression = his feral kitten energy showing. It started with Sasuke. Itachi finds Sasuke unutterably adorable. However, itach is also very reserved and has limited attention to dispense to others, so apart from holding Sasuke all the time when he was a baby and later finding that his hands sort of clench and his teeth ache when his alpha does something very attractive (mitigated by his shuffling closer and perhaps tugging their sleeve so they scent him thoroughly and make him melty and too weak to do anything silly), he never acts on it. Even when he knows what the feeling is, it's mildly disturbing for him to be hit with a destructive urge directed at someone infinitely precious to him, so he mostly attempts to resist it. He's happy enough with a pillow to make biscuits upon if you give it to him (but he'll also be happy to do something like suck on your fingers).

Haku

Haku has a strong affinity for dark mischief and the attitude that necessity is a good excuse for any course of action. He has no qualms about an urge to squeeze his alpha until their bones creak or shaking them until they're dizzy or gnawing on them while they pat his head or biting at their neck and chest and scratching them silly until even they struggle or, or.... okay better calm down now. Sometimes his mate catches him staring at them with this rather intense look, smiling, leaning his head on his hand. Every time you ask him what he's thinking about, he says something that is either nonsensical, or simply distracting like how he spotted a bird in the plants behind you, or something embarrassing about how much he appreciates you, or some other compliment. It's disarming because he's a teeny tiny bit concerned you'll be taken aback by what's in his head. It's better to fantasize anyway where reality cannot bridge the gap.

Lucio

Lucio has a really bad case of cuteness aggression, and he's both obnoxious and loud about it. He's also kind of a wimp though so it comes across more like his typical bratting behavior and is pretty easy to turn the tables on him. Unlike some of the others, this doesn't quiet his mind and get him to back off but makes him more aggressive. If you get him into a spare room or a dark corner, or even his room since somehow the count doesn't do any counting, trying to deal with him, he just gets mouthier and mouthier until the exertion catches up with him and the energy is all worked out. He'll openly say whatever he is thinking. To others, if they were to hear, it may seem a bit scary, but his alpha treats him more like one of his big hounds, ruffling his hair, tickling his tummy, and his teeth aren't so sharp for them.

Asra

I'm pretty sure he engages in some behavior drawn from this emotion in the game. Asra's icon is a fox and his familiar is a snake, he loves twisty puzzles and causing an innocent amount of trouble. Sometimes you catch him digging his fingers into his scarf or bag and staring at you, his lovely eyes practically predatory. He's entirely unrepentant about it. Biting his alpha is something he portions out, lest they get used to it, because the cute, surprised yelp is part of the charm. His cuteness aggression is primarily contained within his thoughts, during which he will just sit happily or wriggle around in a stack of pillows while thinking about the cute things his alpha has done.

Yoshida

He already "liked" Denji so much he ***** and helped ****** and got him*******, it might be scarier to see what he does to someone he loves. Octopi often cannibalize their mates too, as he frequently reminds you when he starts nibbling on you while you're still knotted together. Yoshida is very good at blending in, remaining just the right amount of visible, but with his alpha, he likes to flirt, to fluster, to make them slightly embarrassed or knock them off balance. He likes to cling and suck bruises on your skin, mostly for him, but it's nice when someone who's looking sees it and gets secondhand embarrassment, especially when his alpha mostly looks shy and a bit pleased, like he's given them an amethyst or ruby or a mother-of-pearl to wear rather than just a bruise.

Honorable mentions:

Fukuzawa and Akutagawa both inspire semi-infrequent bouts of cuteness aggression. Fukuzawa usually tolerates his alpha's with good grace, although he feels a bit cornered if you're loud about it out of doors, he is deliciously quiet, if that's a turn-on for anyone. If you try and bite Akutagawa without warning... you'll end up being very grateful for his good reflexes. He doesn't like it much. He's afraid he'll hurt you so probably don't startle him, okay?

Satoru has a mild case of cuteness aggression, but he isn't used to touching people, so he mainly acts annoying about it when he finds you cute. Sometimes he'll yank you in and rub his cheek on you, but it's all an act, usually to put some nosey omega off. Shisui can be an abominable menace in the same vein, eating with his eyes and storing away every memory of anything that endears him since he's unused to contact not associated with either family or violence. Before he's comfortable, he'll do it the same way, too possessive to let the one he wants completely go, but knowing he can't flaunt a claim he doesn't have with anymore more substantial than his presence. Satoru occasionally does something so cute his alpha wants to run at his screaming to bite his throat, but he usually ruins it by saying something stupid. The same impulse in Shisui's alpha scares him so he does the same, redirecting them, once by giving them a literal chew toy, which was a very low moment for their ego.

Aventurine likes to annoy people he finds fascinating. It wasn't always this way, but he likes to give real excuse to people he's worried won't like him, rather than have them hate him for his eyes or his blood or his money or his unattainability or his slutty waist or any of a dozen other things he hardly has control over. When he finally is interested in an alpha, the interest is both irritating and endearing (for him). When he finds them cute, there several layers of panic suddenly embedded under that feeling, under that desire. This ratchets his emotions up high enough that suddenly he wants you small enough to squeeze in his palms, wants to strangle you with pearls, wants you studded with emeralds and sapphires and rubies like they'd made up a stained-glass window you crashed through. The world made sure he was perfectly capable of very visceral violence and he has a very good memory. He bares his teeth in the mirror and sees if he can scare you off so he can stop worrying about this new vulnerability.

Toge lives daily with the knowledge that opening his mouth could hurt his mate very badly, a fact which easily lends itself to intrusive thoughts. He could make them do anything, embarrass them by demanding cute but embarrassing behaviors, command them to stop breathing unless they're looking at him, tell them come to me and see how far they'll go to do so, beg them to put their mouth on him just so he can see that adorable, glassy-eyed looked they get when they taste him for long enough. In some ways they're nice fantasies, where he has a voice he's able to use, where the danger sealed inside him is dangerous but also, not really because it's not his mate, it's a figment of his imagination. When he sees his mate do something cute, habit denies him, but his chest aches to say something but saying anything normal could have unbearable consequences. Sometimes, when his mate catches him in the midst of these daydreams, it helps him to just squeeze them hard and purr, making some kind of noise that tells them how he really feels.

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swanimagines · 1 year ago

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LOST DREAMS | MORPHEUS

Summary: Your ancestor was cursed by Morpheus long ago so the women in your family would be plagued with eternal wakefulness, but you don't believe in the curse or that some ancient Greek god was the cause of it, like your grandmother always told you about. Doctors have told you that the only reason they can think of is most likely a severe case of ADHD in the family and that's why you never feel sleepy. But then you get a job at a Burgess mansion and find something in the basement that makes your grandmother's stories sounding not so crazy after all...

Even on her deathbed, your grandma had talked about the "curse" she claimed the whole family suffered from. You could see how it can be seen as a curse, never feeling sleepy and how you always had energy for everything - because of that, you had had plenty of boring moments every day and it did suck. Not to mention, your friends talking about how funny and good dreams they have had always sparked jealousy within you. It was something you had never experienced.

Doctors had researched you since you were a baby, but they couldn't pinpoint a reason for being unable to fall asleep either. They had you running from test to test, even sent you to another country for more tests with a world top sleep disorder clinic, but nothing worked. Some doctors were afraid that your condition is a type of fatal insomnia, and that you were slowly dying. But those were knocked down too with brain scans, and after your grandma and mother could testify that they had been exactly the same since birth, doctors were facing yet another puzzle. The condition was absolutely unheard of. You heard stories that someone in your family had been burned as a witch for not sleeping, which ultimately made you believe it's something running in the family.

And after some debating between doctors, they too decided that it's an extremely rare type of ADHD, the most severe there is, and your family are the first ones it's been detected to have. They also believed that something in your brains had aligned so perfectly that you not sleeping doesn't affect the brains negatively and expressed their will to be able to take your brains for medical research.

Your grandmother, however, wasn't keen on that thought. She had made up her mind that it's the ancient Greek god Morpheus who had cursed you with it, and nothing would be found from her brains.

"Mother, Morpheus is an ancient Greek god. He's not real," you remember your mother saying as you were visiting your grandma in the hospital. "There's also no thing as curses or magic."

Your grandma had pursed her lips and shook her head. "Oh my dear foolish girl, you just don't understand it. Our ancestor, many centuries ago, was Morpheus' lover, and-"

"She rejected him, we all remember," you interrupted. "He cursed her and everyone in her family to never feel tired."

Your grandma had let out a long breath through her nose. "No, he cursed the women with it. Not men. It is said that he became enraged when his lover refused his kingdom, and when she passed away, he took revenge by striking down all of us with this curse, preventing us from getting proper rest. And now, you're the newest one of our family to carrying the curse. Your future daughters will carry it too, and it will be passed on to their daughters in turn."

You had sighed in chorus with your mother, your grandma had always been clearly delusional about it. Likely brainwashed by her own mother, who had been brainwashed by her mother and so on. But you and your mother were new generation, who didn't believe in such absurd stories and had reliable medical research under your fingertips but unfortunately, you had had to listen your grandma talking about it all your childhood.

When your grandma had passed away, you moved out from your hometown and settling to a nice little town in southern England. You got a job as a cleaner-occasional cook-extra pay caretaker in a fancy mansion owned by an elderly couple, and life was good.

But every mansion has its mysteries, and this mansion had one too. A secret door with a hidden passcode tablet, and only some could go in. No one, besides the guards or Alex and Paul, really knew what was behind it, and no one dared to find it out for themselves. After all, everyone knew that if Alex found out that his servant was going into the room, he would likely fire them, so no one dared to try their luck.

No one, except you. You knew how to get in, and even though you never tried before, you had the feeling that it would work. So you had gone in secretly in the middle of the night, your "curse" as your little helper. You had succeeded in distracting the guards and crept your way down the stairs.

You came to a large, dark hall and you swallowed as you switched the light on. The lights blinded you for a moment, and you raised your arm in front of your eyes, before slowly peeking through and your heart jumped a little upon seeing a figure sitting there. It was a man, who was inside a large glass sphere, not even looking at you gawking at him. Then you realised that he was naked, and quickly turned your head away from his lower regions.

"I'm sorry, I...I..." You stuttered, your voice croaking. "I didn't think there's someone here. Everyone is so mysterious and I wanted to see what is it that is kept here. Wait, you... you aren't kept here as a prisoner, are you?"

The man didn't reply, but his eyes shifted at you, and you felt like a mouse caught in the stare of an owl. His gaze was intense, and a shiver ran down your spine.

You took it as a yes. "Can I help you? Can I do anything?" you continued nervously.

The man kept quiet, but you caught something in his eyes, something which looked like disbelief. You opened your mouth to speak again, but then closed it. You glanced over your shoulder before taking a step towards the sphere, and noticed strange vigils in a circle on the ground.

"What's this?" you asked, still somehow wishing the man would say something. Even when you knew he wouldn't. But his gaze was on the circle now too and he cocked his head slightly at it.

"This sounds stupid, but it looks like a summoning circle. I've probably watched supernatural movies a little too much," you chuckled. The man slowly raised his eyes on you again, and then back down again. You frowned. "Do you... want me to break it?" you asked hesitantly.

The man's piercing blue eyes once again met yours. Then he, very slowly, nodded.

You swallowed hard and stepped forward, fingers trembling as you touched the circle with your foot. It immediately felt like some unknown force was pulling at you, like you were being pulled towards it and you made a stroke, erasing a small segment of the circle.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and heard noise from the stairway and immediately panicked, looking at the man and then sprinting towards the light. You turned it off and made your way to the farthest corner of the basement, hoping no one would notice you once lights were on.

After a few moments, you heard a chair scrape the stone floor and carefully peered towards the doorway. The other guard had come back and was reading a newspaper. You watched as the man in the glass sphere slowly stood up, pressing his hands on the glass and suddenly, all hell was loose.

A wind surged through the room, knocking the doors open and making a terrible sound. You covered your ears, before realising it wasn't just the wind. There was a bright light, you saw the figure of that man climbing out of the sphere and you screamed, not knowing what was happening.

Suddenly, the guard was on the ground and another bright light appeared. Then the man in the glass sphere was gone, just like that. The light, the wind and the noise had all stopped the moment that man had gone and you slowly got up. Your knees buckled but you forced yourself to go upstairs, to pretend you were never there. You were shaken. What had happened?

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Some time after that, you were preparing yourself for another book marathon. You didn't feel like watching Netflix right now, so books it was. But then something happened, something that had never happened before.

You fell asleep. You put your head on the pillow and began reading when you were taken over this strange feeling of wanting to close your eyes, so you did. And sleep came. Suddenly, you were transferred in front of a huge castle, dragons and fairies flying over you and a sweet smell that tickled your nose. And you were sure you had lost your mind.

"Hello," a deep voice said from beside you and you twirled around to see the man from the sphere in front of you. Now, fortunately, fully dressed. He smiled and you stared at him, confused.

"How- How are you here?" You asked, frowning. This was absurd, almost like a... dream?

"You're dreaming," the man confirmed your suspicion. Your eyes widened.

"What? H-how?"

"I lifted the curse. So you could meet me."

You blinked. "C-curse?"

"Yes. A long time ago, I cursed a woman who didn't accept my proposal, when I asked her to be my queen when she died. So I told her that every woman who is born in her family, will be cursed by eternal wakefulness." He narrowed his eyes slightly. "I was bitter and inconsiderate when I did that, taken by my feelings and sadness."

"Wait, so... my grandmother was right? You... you are..."

"Morpheus, the King of Dreams." He smirked. "Your kind thinks I'm just a story, but I exist, in fact. The whole dream realm exists, and we can't tell stories without dreams."

You still stood there, dumfounded. "You lifted the curse so I'm... I'm able to sleep and dream now?"

Morpheus smiled slightly. "Yes. As a thank you for releasing me."

You blinked again, and then took in your surroundings. A dragon sat next to you, its wings spread wide and a fairy sitting on top of it, playing with some sort of crystal ball.

"If I may, I can show you around the realm?" Morpheus offered and you gave him a nod. "Very well. Follow me."

You started walking with him, and in a few minutes, you arrived at a forest. The trees were tall and wide, with red flowers blooming everywhere. On your left, you could hear the sound of water flowing and on your right, a waterfall. A beautiful place, one that you wanted to stay in forever.

"There is a lake not far from here, where the fairies usually gather. It is very beautiful, would you like to see it?" Morpheus suggested and you nodded. "Follow me."

He walked into the woods, and shortly after that, you reached the lake. The water sparkled in the sunlight, and the land surrounding it was green. Many little houses were built around the edges, and you couldn't help but stare at them. They reminded you of dollhouses, and you quickly realised that they were where fairies lived.

"This is the most beautiful place I've ever seen," you murmured.

"It is." Morpheus agreed. "Would you like to see my palace?"

You looked at him questioningly and he smiled.

"The house of the king of dreams is located in the heart of the realm. You need my permission to enter it, and only a few may. But you have earned my trust."

You nodded. "Thank you."

He smiled again. "Then follow me."

You walked out of the forest, and suddenly were met with the palace once again. It was bigger than you expected, even though you had been expecting it to be big. The garden was large and full of flowers, while the inside was decorated in a warm golden colour, with paintings hanging from the walls. He led you to the library, and you looked around at the bookshelves and the many old manuscripts.

"I heard you like books, so I thought you would like this," Morpheus said, smiling. "You can read whatever you want."

"Really?" You gasped, and his smile grew slightly. "Thank you!"

You went through the endless shelves, looking at all the books you could see. Some you recognised, others you hadn't seen before. Morpheus stood there for a moment, before exiting the room.

Dreams were even more magical than anyone had ever told you, and you couldn't wait to see a whole new world of them.

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noxiatoxia · 2 months ago

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There's something small I want to share with you guys.

Like many posts of mine, it has to do with Komaeda. I love all of DR and all the characters, but it seems Komaeda comes up the most often when discussing translation. I wonder why that is?

Anyways, it's about this line. While not a mistranslation per se, there's a lot of nuance in the original line. I don't know if the differences are large enough to matter to most people, but being obsessed with little details is basically my whole thing, haha.

それはちょっと傷付くな...日向クンには親近感を抱いていたからさ。

We will be talking about the highlighted parts. I find it a quite interesting case of careful word choice and script usage.

それはちょっと傷付くな can indeed be translated as "That stings", but...I feel it's more complicated, personally.

Normally, when writing about getting your feeling hurt, it's written as 傷つく. The second part is written in Hiragana. This word literally means "to be afflicted with a wound", and can be used literally, but also metaphorically to just mean "it hurt my feelings."

While the literal sense can also be written in Hiragana, the Kanji usage of 傷付く more often carried the nuance of being physically injured (both are pronounced the same).

So, I find it interesting Komaeda says 傷付く and not 傷つく. He is not physically injured, but he is using the Kanji form. Since this is a written work of fiction, I tend to take script choices like this as deliberate intentions to convey a special feeling. In this case, it would imply Komaeda is emphasizing his pain - implying his hurt feels like a literal, actual wound.

But...it's kind of funny, because the word before that is ちょっと, which means "a little".

それはちょっと傷付くな means, literally, "That cuts a little", hence "that stings"...just a little cut.

But pairing "a little" with such an emphatic word creates this contradictory tone - to me at least.

Something like, "That kind of cuts me deeply."

Now, the thing is, scripts are obviously not seeable. They only exist in written language. So, from the in-universe perspective of the characters, all they heard was Komaeda say ちょっときずつく. I can imagine, then, all the people there obviously heard it as ちょっと傷つく. Komaeda's talking about his feelings after all, and he's even downplaying it. 傷つく only makes sense.

But us - the audience, who does not exist in the room with these characters - can see what Komaeda is really saying. It's like looking into his thoughts, almost - a privilege that only we, the reader, get. I think that's so cool.

Now...it is up for debate if that part is intentional. If we did write the line as "That kind of cuts me deeply," we would be getting rid of the fourth-wall aspect and instead interpreting the usage of Kanji as an actual, spoken thing...which it might actually be, as this is fiction. That's what can be so tricky about translating. Maybe Komaeda is just saying "that stings" out loud, but he's actually hurting a lot more inside - or maybe he's being contradictory and downplaying his spoken true feelings, saying "That really hurts me a little". We wouldn't know without direct confirmation from the writers.

Let me move on to the second part.

日向クンには親近感を抱いていたからさ。Does mean "I felt you and I were quite similar" ...sort of.

親近感 is a tricky word. The Kanji literally translates as "basically feel as if [we're] family", and is used to describe a sense of closeness and familiarity, of affection or affinity.

It absolutely can be used to say you feel you and someone are quite similar...but in my opinion, that would be 親近感を持つ. See the verb change? That's because you can use multiple verbs with 親近感 that all mean "to have" in some way.

What makes 抱いていた an interesting choice is that this is the most positive form the phrase can take (to my ears, at least). 抱 is the Kanji to hug or embrace, and is often used as such, while 持, by contrast, simply means to posses or to own. Both describe the act of "holding" something, but one is much more emotional and warm.

By saying 親近感を抱いていた, Komaeda is attaching this warm, positive feeling to the word.

I personally would write it as "feeling close".

And don't forget the さ particle at the end, which adds emotional emphasis.

So in all, I would write this as:

"That sort of cuts me deeply...I felt rather close to you, Hinata-kun."

Neat!

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igotanidea · 3 months ago

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Strictly professional: Peter Sutherland x reader

A/N: I am so - so - SO sorry for not writing the previous request, but this story has been stuck in my head since I've finished reading "the night agent" book and since I've had a literal dream about as follows!

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He had read the case.

He had memorised the whole case, letter by letter.

And what was nothing short of shocking was that nowhere in the whole file appeared the name of the person who he was assigned to protect.

Being thorough as he always was, Peter immediately started thinking that this was suspicious, but despite his better judgement, decided to let it go. At least for the moment.

For the very short moment that took getting from the office to the so-called crime scene.

And then it all became painfully clear.

They knew.

Of course they knew.

That was why they wiped out even the single letter of her name from the documents.

Y/N.

Never in his wildest dreams, he wouldn't think that such a blessing (or a curse, or maybe both) will happen to him.

Y/N. his Y/N. The one who got away. Or - more likely - the one he let slip through his fingers despite having such intense emotions about.

Sitting in the ambulance, shaking a little from the shock, with a blanket on her shoulders and being tended to by the paramedics.

Peter was rooted to the ground, keeping the distance until he would be able to keep things professional, but even from afar he could see the scope of her injuries.

Bruises on the cheek, a shot wound to her shoulder, scratches on her arms and some cuts and minor bleedings on her legs.

At that moment, agent Peter Sutherland stopped being a pacifist.

Though he could not stand in the bushes forever.

"Agent Peter Sutherland. I will take it from here." he flashed his badge towards the paramedic but truly, it did not make the impression he was hoping for. At least not with the medic.

"Peter?"

"Y/N."

"Didn't know you''d be here."

"Well me neither. Funny huh?" it sounded way harsher than intended, definitely lacking the humor, and he flinched involuntarity as a flash of hurt reflected in her eyes. She's been through hell and he was acting like an asshole.

"Well, let the record show I did not do this to get your attention." Despite the circumstances she was still able to produce a sarcastic joke.

Peter cracked a crooked half-smile.

"It's good to see you though. In spite of -" she didn;t have to finish that sentence, and to be honest, neither of them wanted to hear the other half of it.

"How bad does it hurt?" he kneeled in front of her, cupping her chin to take a close look at her face, using one of manipulating skills to prevent her from trying to fool him. She was capable of messing around with people's heads, but he was the exception to the rule.

"I've had worse-"

"Y/N."

"I'll live."

"Not what I asked about."

"God, you didn;t change a single thing. still so dramatic--"

"How bad?"

"6/10."

"You're coming with me."

"What-- wait, what?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but we are not done with --" the paramedic tried to intervene but his will of fight suddenly decreased when Peter stood up towering over the little man.

"From what I see, she is all patched up. And from what I can judge, the last thing she needs is a fuss being made over her. I'm taking her with me."

"Peter, what-"

"Seriously, Y/n/n, we don;t have time for this. Now, are you coming or would you rather expose yourself to the FBI vultures who are just waiting to pounce on you asking for details of the events?"

"Aren;t you the FBI vulture as well?"

"No."

"No? So you won;t be asking me every detail I might have noticed?"

"I will. But with me, you won;t be locked in the deposition room."

"Tempting."

Peter barely held back from rolling his eyes.

"Ok, enough, you jokester. Up."

"You cannot command me and - Peter!"

"Sir! Careful! her injuries-"

"I got her."

He picked her up effortlessly, like a kid and carried back to the black SUV, placing on the passenger seat, fastening the belts, letting his fingers linger by her waist for a moment too long.

"So much for being discreet, right?"

Peter did not respond, taking the driver's seat and kicking the engine. His eyes were focused on the road and the surroundings making sure that whoever hurt her - whoever stalked her - was not in sight. The only sign of emotions buzzing in him were slightly clenched jaw and hands squeezing the steering wheel.

"Peter-"

"Don't.

She sighed. So many unspoken words were filling the space between them that it became almost crowded.

But what was to say?

Nice to see you? I missed you? We made a mistake?

God knows they both did miss each other, but admitting that out loud was way too dangerous given the circumstances.

It was like giving the greatest asset out to the enemy, whoever the enemy may be.

"Where are we going?"

"My place."

"Your place?!"

Mistake. Her little outburst made him turn his eyes on her and just for a second she saw a little too much than needed and wanted. Just for a brief moment, before his eyes lost the vulnerable, adoring gleam and became sharp and focused again.

"Yes. You got something against it?"

"What? No, no, not a single thing. Good as any other place, right?"

It wasn't like every square inch of this apartment was filled with memories of them.

This was going to be a long, long night.

And a long, long time since this case would be over.

but this was not a romcom.

It was scrictly professional, with no feelings involved.

At all.

to be continued

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scourgeofmyownbrain · 7 months ago

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More "Bumblebee and Optimus meeting as ✨Adults✨ but still being Father and Son" stuff I came up with, plus extra because I can't get these chuckle-fucks out of my head.

Link to my prev. post for context. incase yall missed it bc I'm not explaining myself, we're just diving right into the deep end

Edit: i entirely forgot but i have a third one.

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Bee knows Optimus isn't one for physical affection, and he fully understands and accepts that. He doesn't want to make Optimus uncomfortable by disrespecting one of his boundaries, that's just a shit thing to do. And Bumblebee is not a shit person. But... he's also desperate. Look, being deprived of physical parental affection your whole life fucks you up something good, let Bumblebee tell you, it makes you do some odd shit just to get a taste of what you've been missing out on. And! And most of the stuff Bumblebee has done are perfectly normal things to do! Plenty of casual stuff, leaning against his chair to look at what Optimus is working on, high fives and fist bumps (Optimus rarely, if ever, does these but for Bee he'll do anything just to make him smile, see Optimus acting totally normal about his feelings what are you talking about), leaning against him for a second when he's tired, totally normal! There are, less normal things, like when one of Bee's legs nearly got torn off on a mission and Optimus had to carry him back to base and Bee curled up close in Optimus's arms the whole time- because of the pain, totally 100% definitely only the pain that was Not mostly taken care of by some field anesthetics. It felt nice to be carried like a kid, sue him.

Getting injured is a special case with giving and taking affection. For example, when Bumblebee had to drag Optimus to a med bay after he passed out from a mission. They were walking into the common room together; Optimus was telling Bee he was fine when he CLEARLY wasn't because he didn't want to wake the medics for something as Trivial as THEIR LEADER and FREIND'S HEALTH (Bee is this close to strangling him) when Optimus just pitched over onto the floor.

Optimus, clearly tried and hurt: I will be fine, there is no need to wake the medics, I just need some energ... *faceplants*

Bumblebee: What did I say? What did fragging I say?! *Hefts Optimus's limp body onto his shoulders* fragging, stupid, slagging, moron, 'I don't need a medic, I'll be fine' he says, if I had been the one doing this, you would have torn the base apart getting the medics up, fragging idiot. *drags Optimus's body out of the room*

Optimus: *Mumbles something about not wanting to bother anyone*

Bumblebee: Too fragging bad, big man, you are going to take care of yourself and you're going to like it!

So now Bee has to drag a bot much bigger than him back down the hall and into the Medbay, just because Optimus was being fucking stupid. Yes it looks as funny as you're thinking. Optimus is semi-conscious but delirious as they make their way down the halls of the base and says "I don't want to take anything that would be better served helping any of you, I care about all of you so much I don't want to see you hurt. I love you." and Bumblebee's like Optimus, I feel so loved and so angry right now, but fuck what you want you're getting taken care of. No, you did not just make my fucking day, I lOve yoU tOo dAd-. He gets Optimus into the medbay on a berth then goes to forcibly wake the medics up to calm himself down because he is seconds from crying.

Optimus eventually gets better with affection, and now Bee gets a hug whenever he asks. He has yet to come down from this high.

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Bumblebee calls Megatron his "Shit Ex-Stepfather". The entirety of team prime thinks this is hilarious. Even Optimus can't help but smile, though he tries to hide it. Someone, probably Jazz, changed Megatron's file name to "Worlds Worst Stepfather". After the war, if Megatron is still alive, he will mysteriously acquire some kind of award saying "Cybertron's #1 Worst Stepfather". He is very confused.

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If you could get Optimus drunk, he would become such a sap. Like, insufferably soft and emotional. And he would be talking about Bee damn near the whole time. He would be so annoying.

Optimus: *Drunk* Did I ever tell you about Bumbl-bee? He's, he's my boy, my bumble boy, my gold'n boy, my buzzy boy, my sweet cheese. An, he's really yellow, you'll know it's him, he looks like- he's really yellow, it's hard not to see him, but he's really really good at sneaking. Even though he's so yellow. He can sneak around so good, no one sees him. I can see him, 'cause he's my boy. He can sneak around and nooo one finds him, 'cept me, 'cause he's my boy. He can hide so good, he hid under sshockwave's chest once. Riiiight under his eye, his big purple eye. Bee's so funny, he tells such funny stories. He tells his stories better then me, they're a lot funnier. I'm not good at funny stories. He's really good at it. He's really good at lots of things. Bee's so cool. I'm so happy he's here, he's so cool and funny and nice and cool. And he fights real good too, he's so cool. he once- Bee once punched my ex once, right in the face. Riiight in the kisser, just, boosh. My ex sucks, Bee's so cool. I like him, he's my boy. An-and he taught himself how to do aaaaall the cool things he does. He didn't have anyone to teach him, he did it all by himself. All alone... I wish I met him sooner, when he was small. He says he was really cute when he was small and I want to see him small. I like him big though, he's really fun when he's big. He's- *Sobs* He's my booooy, and I love him so muuuuch.

This continues for hours. Luckily he never drinks so no has to suffer through this.

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If you thought Optimus was the Serial Adopter, you'd be wrong. It's Bumblebee. No bot is safe from his clutches. He scoops up family members like a pelican scoops fish. Optimus is barely aware of how many family members he technically has, he stopped keeping track a long time ago.

Bumblebee: *Bursting into the room dragging some bot he was on an extended mission with* OPTIMUS, I GOT ATTACHED AGAIN YOU'VE GOT ANOTHER FAMILY MEMBER

Optimus: *Not looking up from his data pad* That's great, son, go put it with the rest.

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Optimus would be such a good grandparent. In the future, after the war ends, Bumblebee comes into possession of a kid; whether he finds someone and takes them under his wing or he just fucking makes one, I don't know nor care, but he gets a kid. And when he introduces them to Optimus, Optimus just fucking melts. He was already a huge softie before but he's so much worse now. He goes full grandma mode. He has snacks in his pockets (or whatever bots have) that he sneaks to the kid every time he sees them. He gives them money at random. You best believe he would destroy anything that even looked at his grandbaby wrong (Bee: Optimus, stop attacking the door. Optimus, the door just bumped them, they're fine. Dad stop, omp(rimus))

The "Bee finds a kid and both of them get attached and now are a family" is the funnier option. Because the kid knows who these guys are, they saved Cybertron. The kid's still getting used to having Bee as their guardian, so when they meet the 13th Prime: Holder of the Matrix of Leadership, Savior of Cybertron, they don't expect Dotting Grandparent Extraordinaire.

Bumblebee: and this is Optimus Prime. He's your Grandpa.

The kid : *nervous* He's my what?

Optimus: *on the verge of tears* mY grAnDbABy-

The "Bee made a kid" version is still pretty funny.

Bumblebee: *Exasperated* Optimus, give me my child back.

Optimus: *violently crying* nO, It'S mY bAbY nOW.

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Imagine, if you will, Optimus and Bumblebee sitting on a roof together, not talking, not touching, just watching the sun set. Just enjoying the silence together, maybe with some energon to go with it. Because they get it, oh they get it. Sometimes you just need to be alone with someone. That good mutual respect and love from a found family that understands you. this is why I need bee to be an adult, I need both of them to be hurting and find some comfort in each other, to find solace in each other, to be a family and to be equals, is that too much to ask?

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A list of things Bumblebee is allowed to get away with:

Interrupting Meetings to Tell Optimus Something, important or not (hi dad)

Casually touching the Usually Touch Adverse Optimus (Physical affection ftw)

Calling Optimus out on his self-sacrificial bullshit (you're going to see the medics and you're going to like it, old man)

Using the three points above to drag Optimus into the Medbay by force (Ratchet is so smug about this)

Getting Optimus to do something fun and relaxing (father son bonding time, as Bee says.)

Swearing aggressively (for everyone else it's unprofessional, for Bee its therapeutic. He stretches this excuse as far as it goes)

Making Insulting comments about others to their face (look they deserve it if the Perpetually Friendly Bumblebee is saying it)

Talking about Megatron (Usually team prime avoids talking about Megsy outside of war related convos out of respect for Optimus's history with him. Bumblebee does not give a shit, Megatron is a bitch and he's going to make his opinions known (Everyone thinks it's funny dw))

Illegal activities (this fucker street races in every universe, you think he isn't doing shit like this on the daily?)

Murder

Stealing/Sneaking snacks (he shares with Optimus)

Making jokes about Optimus being his dad (he thinks it's funny bc they're not related and they met like 6 years ago. Optimus explodes with emotion every time bc you consider me good enough to be your dad?)

Bee is a fucking menace, Optimus loves him so much.

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Misc. funny word vomit I came up with that have no context, reason, or sense

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Optimus is working at a desk focusing on some data pads. A tiny energon cube flies into frame, bouncing off Optimus's forehead and landing on the desk. Optimus grabs the cube and eats it without looking up from the datapad. A few minutes pass, another energon cube flies and bounces off Optimus's head. He eats it without looking. Bumblebee is sitting off to the side in the room with Optimus with a bag of energon snacks, periodically throwing one at the distracted Prime. This is Bee's and Ratchet's newest scheme to get Optimus to actually eat, and it's working splendidly. (Actually, Bumblebee originally was throwing the energon onto the desk, but over time he got bored and started just throwing the cubes directly at Optimus. He hasn't noticed any of the cubes hitting him at all, so Bee's started trying to do trick shots.)

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"Are you sure this is a good idea, Bumblebee?"

"Absolutely, now throw me."

"Alright... Three, two, one- Ngha!"

*distant loud metal slam*

"..."

*distantly* "I'm good! We're in business!"

*quietly* "oh thank primus..."

*distantly* "Okay, I'm done. I'm coming back down."

"Wait-"

*distantly* "Hup!"

*loud crashing metal noises*

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It's early morning, everyone got back to base late the night before. Everyone is tired. Optimus is sitting at the table in the common room, slowly drinking a cube of energon. His eyes are half open and bleary. Bumblebee is beside him, head in his hand, dozing. Bee's head falls from his hand and slams onto the table. Optimus doesn't even blink at the noise, just takes a sip of energon.

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Bumblebee takes a lot of pictures. Mostly of his team. He's pretty sneaky about it too, usually just taking a capture from his visual feed and saving it to his personal datapad. And at a glance none of the pictures are all that special, captures of a group of bots hanging out between missions, selfies of Bee and company on missions, drunken mishaps, quiet moments, he's got this really funny one of Cliffjumper stuck in a storage closet, but Bee keeps all these photos out of sight. The others are aware of his habit but they never see most of the photos, they never ask. Bee only opens his photos folder when ever he has a quiet moment alone and just scrolls through, reminiscing. His favorites are the ones where he caught someone's genuine smile. Sometimes they're in the background of a larger group shot, or it's just them smiling at Bee in conversation. He's got a lot of Optimus's smile. Optimus doesn't smile a lot, but he always seems to smile when Bee's around. Bee's proud that he can do that for him.

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this could literally be anyone on team prime: *teasing* You playing favorites, Prime? Giving Bumblebee all this special treatment is making the rest of us feeling left out.

Optimus: You all treat him the exact same way I do.

again, literally anyone on team prime: ... Touché, Boss bot, touché...

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After spending an extended period of time in close proximity to Megatron (for what ever reason), Bumblebee and Optimus talk.

Bee: You had terrible taste in partners.

Optimus: *sighs*

Bee: Physically, I can see the appeal, but everything else is a wild thing to say yes to.

Optimus: ...

Bee: His personality, his interests- just why none of that clocked you onto how fragged up he would be is beyond me.

Optimus: ........

Bee: You're not stupid, I hope that your next partner will be leagues better than him. Ratchet maybe, oh or Elita, they would make great partners (and even better step-parents), or maybe-

Optimus: CanwePleasestoptalkingaboutmylovelife??

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Bumblebee: If you get back together with Megatron I'm disowning you.

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BB: This is... so dumb.

OP: The higher I am the better I can see.

BB: You can- You can fly.

OP: Hush now Bumblebee! I am searching...

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk man, brain rot hits something different when I think about it for long periods of time

#i really hope these read well and yall can make sense of them #these were very stream of consciousness #I'm still re-learning how to draw so someone who already knows please draw Bumblebee carrying a limp Optimus #please it would be so funny #I'll take any universe please my life will be yours #Optimus is Misery. Bumblebee is CPR #can anyone tell i've lost my mind yet?#personal stuff #transformers #bumblebee #optimus prime #tf bumblebee #tf optimus prime #optimus #macadam #macaddam #maccadam

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Survive the Night: Day 7

Paring: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: MDNI 18+, manipulation, yandere behavior, crazy and delusional reader, mentions of killing, stabbing, blood, poisoning, explicit language, praising, sweet hard sex, love making? PLOT TWIST, p in v, mirror sex, virginity loss, choking, orals (f & m receiving), belly bulge, lactation kink, breeding kink, pregnancy kink,

Word Count: 6.9k

Disclaimer: All of my characters are aged-up! If that makes you uncomfortable please feel free to scroll and don’t read or interact with my post or account.

Neteyam’s father and your father are best friends, ever since his first time jake was introduced to the omatikaya clan all those years ago, they developed into close friends, there was nothing Jake did without your father by his side, they passed their rights of passage together, earning their ikran at the same time. They went on every hunt together and introduced their wives who became great friends as well. They even had children at the same time, all kids were both within months of each other, that includes you and Neteyam.

You have always been a shy small girl, your only imagine to the world was innocence, you wanted no part in the hunting of Eywa’s creatures or just fighting in general. Even though you are the oldest, your siblings and the sully children made it their business to protect you; you don’t even carry a knife on hand just in case, someone is always by your side, sometimes even Tuktirey.

Now, even though people perceive these things about you from a very young age, doesn’t mean you are unaware of how to use them, one could argue you are the best weapons master in the clan, you wield a bow almost as well as a professional archer, you have seamless movements with a knife of any kind and you even have amazingly good aim on a gun. But if anyone thought you were the kind of girl to pick up a knife and murder someone, well you would be in a lot of trouble.

I mean how could you not in these situations? Any sane person would. You have had a crush on Neteyam for practically your whole life, well it’s not really a crush now, it’s more like you are in love with him, you truly believe that no other man would come close to satisfying you the way he would. Everyone knows you like him, but no one is aware just how deep that love runs, it’s in your veins, your blood, every cell in your body screams a want for Neteyam Sully and only him.

It really irritated you the way women throw themselves do foolishly at your man like you're not going to do anything about it, for example the time you walk into the sully kelku to see your siblings and the sully kids sitting in a circle, “Hi everyone” you smile sweetly as they all greet you before your eyes catch an unfamiliar woman. You do not socialize much, the extent of your friends sits in this room and you are content, you see no need to look for more company, these people care for you and well, your man is already included in this circle of friend, so who on Eywa’s planet is this girl?

You were previously going to sit next to said man but your space is taken, you wipe the little pout of your face and move to sit next to lo’ak who is the only one who seemed to read your mind, “Hey angel! What’s up?” your eyes dart to neteyam and the girl and you pout innocently at Lo’ak, “Oh nothing, just finished my shift at the healers hut, who’s that?” you said gesturing your head to the girl.

She sat close to him, a little too close, her hand rested on his arm as she laughs obnoxiously at whatever joke he just said. She wants him, Neteyam isn’t that funny, but there he was smiling victoriously at her laughter, it made you sick. How dare he, that should be you laughing at his lame jokes. It should always be you.

“That’s Akira, she is Neteyam latest escapade, personally I don’t really like her, she’s not that nice to everyone else” you soak in his information plotting how to fix this broken situation, you glance at her throughout the time you sat as you speak to everyone else, always subtly cutting off her sentences with your own sweet voice or purposefully ignoring her and changing the topic, it was clear she was getting a little more than irritated at your actions until she finally snapped and shouted at you to ‘shut the fuck up and stop interrupting her’

Your heart beat picks up and you look at her startled before the water works form making her look bad for yelling at sweet little you, it surely made everyone dislike her more than they already did, that included Neteyam giving her a mean side eye before he came to sit on the other side of you to wipe your tears. He felt protective of you because of the innocent aura you put out. It is only natural he is a protector, your protector.

It got worse for her though, after that day a week later Kiri invited her to one of your infamous girl days, you guys usually hang out and braid each other's hair, all that fun stuff. But this time she tried so hard to insert herself and honestly, she is a nice girl, it really was her fault for trying to fuck your man like that. Kiri ran home to get the combs and beads you forgot by accident leaving you alone with her.

She was the one who brought up talking a walk, you thought it was strange but decided what’s the worst that could happen? She isn’t leaving here with her life anyways. You walk deeper into the forest and made your way next to an incredibly steep cliff, you knew if someone fell down there, no one would be about to find them. It was perfect. You walk over closer to the edge looking down at the rough flowing river beneath you ignoring her cautious words to be careful, she shouldn’t have come out here with you if careful was what she wanted to be.

You stop a pretty looking flower growing right off the cliff, it wasn’t that far but you could reach it but Akira, she was taller. You called her over in a sweet voice and activated that innocent look you use to get your way and asked her to pick the flower for you. She stretched her neck to see it before getting down on her hands and knees bending down over the cliff to get it. You took a quick glance around before you kicked her off the cliff.

You stood up watched over the cliff as she fell but caught herself on the same branch the flower was on, she looked up at you begging for you to save her but come on, you weren’t nearly as strong enough to pull her heavy ass up, not that you were going to try, you sat on the edge resting one of your feet on the branch before looking at her terrified expression, listening to her pleads you smile sickly, “You should have thought about what would happen to you before you got all up on my man, in case you aren’t sure which man that is whore, its Neteyam he is my future mate, he is going to love me forever, you well your trash. And now I get to through you out”

You tilt you head laughing wickedly at her when you strike down the branch with a sharp blow breaking it. You watch her fall to her screaming death; it is only when her body fell into the rocky waves did you step back and walk to the clearing you were previously seated at.

You made good time too, Kiri came back a couple minutes after you without suspecting a thing and asked about Akira’s whereabouts, you brushed her off changing the subject after saying ‘she wanted to go for a walk’ which wasn’t a lie. The day passed and the clan sent trackers out looking for her, Neteyam was distraught, but why is the question, you got rid of his problem not his life. You rolled your eyes but still sat next to him saying the obvious lie ‘I’m sure she will turn up.’ Her dead body was found 4 days later, broken up and ravaged by animals down the river about 2 miles from the clan.

In the end that worked out easily for you, all of them were not so easy to make happen, like the time with a different girl Sura, she was a warrior like Neteyam, she trained alongside him every day. It was no secret she didn’t like you, she always thought your innocence was fake, while she was right no one believed her dumb comments because you would always cry, she was a bitch when you had to be the one to patch up her wounds, everyone was under the impression you were scared of her.

It worked out well for you, since she already didn’t like you, it was easy enough to blame everything on her. It started simply with you playing a little more dumb than usual but not enough for people to get suspicious of you. Just enough to piss her off though. She liked Neteyam so you made it your business to be present whenever you could, bringing him food, refilling his water bottle, even just sitting and watching him train.

Not that he ever said anything but you know he liked having you around him like that, paying real attention to the person that he was and not his title or his cock, not that you would mind paying attention to that cock, you see the bulge in his loincloth all the time, makes you want to wiggle your ass against his crotch and make him mount you. But you don’t mind waiting for it, I mean he is your future husband, he’ll mount you eventually.

One day you got to the training grounds a bit earlier than Neteyam on purpose, it was great because you knew Sura was already there, along with a few other warriors in his training unit. You sat on a log spewing some dumb shit and laughing obnoxiously with the group making sure your voice was dumb and pitched just the way she hates it.

It worked out well when she started making fun of your voice making some admittingly good insults but it wasn’t fun for her when their group leader, Neteyam catch her doing so and scolded the entire unit, making them all run laps after laps while he wraps your crying figure in her arms comforting you for the rest of the session. The look on her face was beautiful jealousy.

When everyone dispersed and Neteyam trailed after one of his warriors to speak with him, he left you alone with her. Big mistake. You walked up to her and as she was about to tell you off like a big girl, you grab the knife off her hip and stab her in the stomach watching her fall to the ground, “remember bitch he is mine. You did this to yourself when you decided to touch what wasn’t yours” then you stab her again for good measure in the neck watching the blood ooze onto the green grass.

Afterwards you take the knife and stab yourself in the thigh and then pulling it out and screaming Neteyam name so loud you made the surrounding birds fly away. When he came rushing back to you, you cried some bullshit about how she attacked you saying she was in love with him and you were getting in her way. He wrapped up your wound with a cloth and picked you up in his arms and ran to the healer's tent.

It was amazing how no one questioned your story but how could they be when you were crying so hysterically you didn’t want to let go of Neteyam, when they did rip you out of his arms and pushed him out of the tent so they could work on healing your wound, you cried murderously in the hut, the entire clan heard the commotion and screaming you caused just wanting Neteyam to be with you. You fought and kicked and screamed not wanting to be anywhere else other than in his strong arm.

He sat outside that hut listening to your screaming of his name feeling horribly, he thinks it’s all his fault you were hurt and now he can’t even help you. Tears sting his eyes as he heard your pitched voice calling out for him to make them stop hurting you. Lo’ak sat right next to him with a hand on his shoulder knowing it was hard for Neteyam to keep it together.

After that for the next few weeks, you wouldn’t leave Neteyam’s side. Saying how grateful you were he was there to save your life, how safe you feel with him like no one can hurt you, you even slept over at their house every so offend with the excuse of being without him would put you in danger. Both your parents thought it was cute how stuck up you became on him, how well he took care of you, always making sure to clean and dress your wound, helping you get back on your feet and walking properly. He even went as far as to skip out of hunting trips because you cried about how much you didn’t want him to go. And neteyam never complained, he sat without you through the tough nights and all the crying episodes like a real husband would, you knew he was your perfect one and only, now he has to see that.

The cycle repeated itself for a few years, girl meets Neteyam, girl wants neteyam, girl tries to make a move, girl dies. The endless cycle is getting a bit tiring honestly, you are ready to be mated now, you saved your virginity just for him while he was out and about sticking his dick in anything that breathes. You aren’t supposed to be mad, but the thought makes you fume. He has you, why would he want anyone else.

You can’t count how many times you had an interaction with him and ran away to take care of yourself, or when you would go home for the day hot and bothers to stick your fingers into your already wet cunt, not the mention the nights you spent next to him when you would use his hand, grinding on his fingers to get some release while he’s asleep, those are by far the best times.

The point is you are tired of having to do it on your own, you put so much work into this relationship, why can’t it just go your way for once, but low and below neteyam has other plans, his new girl, Nanti. Shes a fellow healer like you, you don’t really consider her a friend but she is a nice girl, she has done nothing but treat you nicely, until you saw her sitting next to Neteyam on the log about 30 feet away from you.

You know she is a great healer, but not better than you though. But she is one of the healers that specialize in poison, she works mainly to find cures for the different poisons that have been exposed to the na’vi. Her team makes real head way, they do good work. But she did make it awfully easy to frame her.

For the past few weeks since she has been hanging out with Neteyam, you started to spend more time with another woman in that unit of healing, your excuse being you wanted to expand your healing horizon, and who would question such a sweet girl? You learned about all kinds of different liquids and powders along with their antidotes that can easily kill people in minutes. You questioned and questioned until you found the perfect one. It was a light blur powder, almost grey that when added to any liquid it immediately melts blending in the drink. It was taste less and odorless, and best off all it had an antidote, it was perfect.

Despite you wanting to use it on her, you decided you killed the last girl, you should take it up a notch so you can really get Neteyam to yourself for good. The poison only takes a few minutes to take effect but you are such the antidote works effectively as soon as you inject it. The poison is meant to thin your blood so you start to bleed internally before you die. It was fast working though, killing fully grown na’vi in just 20 minutes.

Since tonight was yet another clan celebration, you decided it’s the perfect time to carry out another one of your sick plans. You walk up to the group sitting next to Nanti casually, you slip your drink slowly, that already had the poison mixed in it and paced yourself until you had to pee. When you got up you handed your drink over to Nanti to hold until you returning making sure at least one person saw you do so.

When you did return after a few minutes you took the drink back from her and took a big gulp then a few more to finish the drink in the next few minutes, then you waited. It was a nerve racking few minutes you almost regretted it but you knew earlier on you had slipped the antidote shot in Nanti bag making her look even more suspicious, why would you have an antidote if you didn’t have the poison?

When you coughed for the first couple times it caught the attention of Lo’ak and Kiri cutting off their conversation to ask if you are alright, after you said you were just fine, they continued. Then you had a second coughing fit this time Neteyam noticed and it was a good time too because this time you coughed some blood up into your palm. You look up at Neteyam with teary, scared eyes.

He made quick work pushing Lo’ak to get their dad who was sitting a couple tables away drinking with norm and your father and he rushed to your side. When they arrived, you glanced at Nanti a couple times to make sure someone knew you suspected her, Lo’ak was the only one who noticed, everyone else was caught up on helping you.

Norm whipped out his tablet and took a blood swap rapidly testing it to find out what was causing you to cough up blood, when the test came back positive with the specific poison Lo’ak was quick to speak up, “Nanti what the fuck? What did you do to her?”

Neteyam tried to defend that bitch but Lo’ak was quick to cut him off, “You are thinking with the wrong head idiot, she is the only person here that knows this much about poison.” Neteyam was shut up after that and Nanti took her turn to speak up, “What?! I didn’t poison her! She was hanging around my healing unit the pass couple weeks she has just as much knowledge as I do” she really tried to defend herself but Lo’ak wasn’t buying that and truthfully now neither was Neteyam, “And why would she poison herself?” Neteyam spoke up looking up at Nanti that stood next to his crouched figure next to you.

“You- *cough cough* poisoned me?” you stutter out looking up at her with scared eyes, “Antidote?” you asked to no one in particular ignoring the way she pleaded for everyone to believe she didn’t poison you. “There is an antidote but, it takes about 30 minutes to properly make, you only have about 10 minutes left...” Norm said solemnly as if you didn’t stash and antidote in Nanti’s bag, but to be fair he didn’t know that.

Luckily for you it clicked in Neteyam’s brain, she wouldn’t bring poison without an antidote, just for good measure. While Lo’ak and your father were arguing with norm to at least to make the antidote, Neteyam stoon up to Nanti, towering over her, “Where is the antidote?” his voice was eerily calm. She stepped back away from his figure telling him the same ‘I don’t know.’ Neteyam didn’t let her get far when he yanked her arm causing her to yelp catching the attention of the other men.

“I’m not letting her die, where is it?” he ignored the growl of his name coming from his father as they try to make him let her go, “Neteyam I didn’t do this! I do not have the antidote, see?” she emptied the contents of her bag on the floor and the injection fell out. You watch her expression fall to her ass when he picks it up handing it to norm to inject you. He ignored her pleads towards him when he kneeled next to you once more at your side. You were in so much pain but you wanted so badly to laugh at her expression. It was amazing the things you can do when you set your mind to it.

After the celebration was over you were laying in the healers’ hut resting until the antidote works its way through your entire body properly, it stopped you from dying but the poison was still in there. Lo’ak and your sister sat next to you making jokes trying to cheer you up when Neteyam walked in. He had been previously discussion forms of punishment with his father about the matter and they settled for death. It wasn’t fair to her since she didn’t do anything but you could not find it in yourself to be mad about it, she did this to herself.

You turned away from him ignoring him when he walked in and kneeled on the other side of you, you know your sister and Lo’ak saw you do that but didn’t interrupt when Neteyam tried to get your attention. “Angle are you ok? Feeling any better?” he asked in a soft voice as he ran his large hand over your head. “Am I ok? Are you out of your mind Neteyam? I don’t even want to have to explain this to you” you roll your eyes and push his hand off you. “What? What are you-” he started but you cut him off

“Do you seriously not see this pattern? Every time you bring one of you girls around me i get attacked or insulted and not poisoned. How you counted how much times one of your little girlfriends has called me dumb or stupid? Like the time I got pushed off that high tree, or when that one crazy bitch stabbed me? It was all because I wanted to be your friend, all because I wanted to be around you. I almost lost my life today because another one of your crazy chicks tried to kill me. Just stop dating at this point” you look up to the ceiling pretending to stop the fake tears that begin pouring out your eyes.

Neteyam feels awful it’s all his fault, he didn’t mean for those things to happen to you, and you are right, you truthfully have been by his side through thick and thin. Anything that has ever happened in his life you were a part of. It wasn’t fair you had to go through all of this just because you wanted to be around him. “Honestly bro, you’d both probably be a lot safe of you dated each other. We would stop having to ward off horny men cause Eywa forbid a woman approached your girl and she would stop dying every month”

Neteyam rested on the comment for a minute before you spoke up, “Oh please, I’m not his type.” you roll your eyes wiping your tears. Neteyam gestured for Lo’ak and your sister to leave before he responded to your comment. “Who said you aren’t my type? I happen to like crazy girls apparently, although, those other chicks weren’t crazy, were they? You just had fun framing and killing them.”

His words catch you off guard, before Mo’at busted into the healing tent telling you that you were cleared to leave. His words didn’t stop pondering in your mind as soon as she left you innocently questioned him, “What? What did you say?” you asked confusedly. “Why don’t I get you home then we can talk” he didn’t take you to your home, he took you to his.

Neteyam had recently built an extension of his family hut for himself. A room equip with everything he needed including privacy because he is of mating age now and when he does bring a woman home, he wants her to be comfortable. He pulled the flap to the main entrance of the family hut for you to enter in and you see Jake and Lo’ak sitting in the common area talking. You both greet them and they ask how you are feeling which you give a sweet, ‘fine’ before following Neteyam into his private quarters.

Neteyam closes the heavy flap behind you and walk deeper into the room siting on his bed and left you standing next to his desk that he bolted a mirror above. “So back to business? I know you’ve been killing people, that doesn’t sound like you at all” Neteyam’s tone of voice was amusement, if he knew all the horrible things he did, why did he not stop you? Why isn’t he mad? “I don’t know what you’re talking about” your tone is soft like most times you speak to people. “Oh, cut the shit angel, you don’t have to lie anymore. I know all about your little side hobbies” you make eye contact with him now, “And what side hobbies are those?” you grit your teeth slightly. “Well, first of all, I know very well that you like me, but I’m having trouble wrapping my head around just how much. I thought about confessing I liked you but then I caught a glimpse of your twisted little mind and thought I knew how much you liked me but I was so wrong so I decided to wait to see how far you’d take it. I must say angel I commend the dedication.” his words run through your head as you take in everything he says.

“What glimpse?” you blurted out. Neteyam chuckled and sat back on his bed leaning on the wall. “Sura, I saw you stab her in the neck, I heard you spew those sweet words about how I’m yours, about how she just signed her own death sentence and I saw you stab yourself in the thigh before you screamed out for me, how do you think I got there so quick” your blood ran cold, he saw all that, you thought you were careful. “I- I” he laughed again, “I should have felt angry, scared, you killed my girlfriend but instead I was so fascinated by the way you killed her in cold blood like that, and all for me?” he raised a non-existing eyebrow at you with a sexy smirk on his face.

“Now tell me baby? You love me that much? You poisoned yourself just for me to stop seeing a girl? You know she got the death sentence for what you did. Do you even feel a little bad? You know if that secret gets out the clan is gonna have your sweet pretty head on a stick” Neteyam got off the bed and walked towards you slowly making you match his pace stepping back until you hit the wall next to his desk.

Your loincloth was slick, when he rested his huge arm over your head on the wall and dipped his head down closer to yours. His body came closer with a few small steps pressing you more onto the wall behind you. His hair created a curtain hiding you both from the world as he brought his lips closer to yours, “I did it all for you Neteyam, wanted you to love me and other women kept getting in my way, I just wanted to be with you, I don’t feel bad. You aren’t gonna tell on me, right?” your voice was a seductive whisper as you tip toed to bring your lips closer to his.

You felt his breath on your tongue when he whispered back to you, “Of course not, you’re my girl, always been my sweet girl” before he kissed you for the first time. His lips were warm and wet, and he tasted so sweet like the fruits he had eaten earlier. The hand that wasn’t above your head ran over your waist and hips gripping and pulling your bottom half closer to his body.

Your hands came up around his neck bending your body upwards on his. Neteyam is much taller than you, by a foot at least, your height ends right around his chest. You whimper into the kiss pulling away for air and look up at him, Neteyam didn’t wait another second after you inhaled and kissed you again, the hand that was on the wall ran down the length of your body squeezing the flesh that was under his fingers. Neteyam held you by both your hips and lifted your body off the floor, you wrapped your legs around his think waist and he seated you on the desk next to him. Your ass touched the cold wood and made your hiss in his mouth before he detached and kissed down your neck.

Neteyam sucked and kiss down your neck listening to you moan and whimper under his tongue, he pulled away untying your top and tossing it over your shoulder letting your pretty tits bounce freely. He didn’t waste a second kissing down your breast, tugging your nipples with his tongue and one of his hands. Neteyam pulls away and squishes them together looking down at your pretty purple nipples, “Such pretty tits baby, you were hiding these from me all this time?” he went back down to sucking on your nipples.

“I wasn’t hiding Tey I-I didn’t know if you wanted to see them” your voice was breathy as you spoke taking in the feeling of Neteyam pinching and biting your nipples. “So sensitive” he mumbled into your skin. He didn’t waste much more time before he pulled you off the table catching you when you stumble a bit when you touch the ground. He turned you around and you saw your reflection in his mirror. Your messy hair, naked chest, swollen lips from his intense the kiss was. Then his hand, his big hand rubbing over your nipples and up to your neck choking you slightly. He tilted your head up and he bent down meeting you in the middle for another smearing kiss.

His body pushed yours up to the desk rocking it slightly as his other hand ran down to your ass squeezing the flesh. He rutted his harden bulge into your ass making you whimper into his kiss. He pulled away untying your loincloth while he keeps eye contact with you, “tey...I have a secret” you said looking up at him, he hummed in response asking you to tell him, “I-I’m still a virgin, wanted you to be the one to take it.”

Neteyam let out a hearty groan dropping his head on your shoulder as he played with your tail making your face heat up. “Fuck baby- really? for me? You never let anyone in this little cunt?” his voice was strained as he spoke to me. Neteyam always knew you were an innocent girl, even after he found out about your murderous love for him, he had no idea you’ve never lost your virginity to anyone. Of course, you just keep surprising him, killing someone you have experience but you can’t take cock...yet.

The thought made neteyam excited he felt his dick twitch thinking about what a tight little cunt you must have, you never let anyone in there before it was unmarked territory. He couldn’t wait to tear you open with his big cock, like a kid on his birthday. His grip on your body tightens when you shook your head ‘no’ and he throw your loincloth to the side somewhere forgotten. Neteyam didn’t wait another moment before he dropped to his knees resting both hands on your ass cheeks. Your hands were not placed in front you holding yourself up on the table as you looked back, down at him massaging the fat. He spread your cheeks open catching a glimpse of your wet cunt, he let go and did it again multiple times.

His chest rumbled from the sight alone, he couldn’t believe he got you so worked you, and to find out you were a virgin he just knew you were touch starved, knowing it was only from his touch made his cock hurt in his loincloth. He watched the slick shine between your folds, he thinks it’s so pretty, your cute cunt shining for him, all slicked up he just wants to taste you. And that’s exactly what he did.

Neteyam spread your cheeks apart wider and shoved his face in sticking his tongue out and gliding it up your folds collecting the slick in his mouth. He groans vibrating your ass, and you roll your eyes back feeling his tongue flick you clit. “Fuck angel, taste so good for me, smell so fucking good too”

It caught you off guard when slotted his nose in there but you weren’t complaining, he was going at it. He sucked on your clit flickering it up and down, side to side, he was pushing all your bottoms so perfectly. You heard from other women getting your pussy ate felt good but you had no idea it would have felt like that. “Ah ah Neteyam!” you moan out.

His tongue slides up to your ass wetting your other tight hold making you clench. He noted the way your body reacted too it but decided he would play with that little whole another day. “Yeah, baby feel good?” his mouth went straight back down to your slit licking and swallowing down your slick, Neteyam was drinking it, fuck the thought sent you wild, you shut your eyes imagining how sexy he must look down there pleasuring you, how fucking good it must be to see his Adam's apple bob when he swallows your juices.

It made you a little shy but your moans and whimpers over power your feeling of shyness, his tongue feels so good, makes you wonder where he learned to do that. Neteyam sucked harshly on your clit sending you cuming on his tongue and he slurped up every bit of it, he didn’t want any to go to waste but you gushed so much on him, your juices overflowed his mouth running down the length of his neck to his broad chest...

When the overstimulation kicked in, he pulled away and raised himself to his feet and press up against your back. “Neteyam that was so good” you slumped against him with a weary smile on your face. He chuckled and picked you up bridal style and put you down on the bed gently and untied his own loincloth now letting it join yours on the floor, he walked up to your face stroking his cock right above your nose. Your eyes crossed as you watch his insane size in front of your face as he slowly strokes it. Glowing pre-cum dripped from his tip falling on your lip. Your eyes rolled back when you dart your tongue out and tasted it, he was so sweet. You heard women say their male companions were salty but not Neteyam. He really was perfect for you.

You stuck your tongue out of your mouth waiting for him to stick his cock in but he smiles and taps his tip on your tongue. Feeling his heavy tip hit your tongue drove you insane, when he slapped your tongue the last time your mouth caught him sucking on the tip.

You pulled away to change your position so you’d be more comfortable, flipping over onto your stomach on your hands and knees, sticking your ass up in the air and swaying your tail as you turn your head to the side and take him in. “Fuck -fuck baby- suck on it- yea like that” he threw his head back hissing at the feeling of your small mouth around him.

He talked you through your first time amazingly, praising you, “look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, wanna take a little more?” he pushing in deeper watching your cheeks full out with his cock stuffing you full, “Doing so good babygirl, so good” Neteyam groaned and hissed feeling your tongue circle his tip before he pulls out completely. “Not cuming in there babygirl”

He turned you effortlessly for you to lay on your back, legs thrown around his slim waist and he crawls on the bed over you, “Are you sure you're ready for this?” he asks you. “Neteyam I've wanted this for years, fuck me...please” you look up at him seductively again making him question how he took so long to mount you. He smiles and leans down for a kiss as he rubs his tip between your folds.

When he starts pushing in you break the kiss with a sharp gasp but his lips don’t move from yours, he stays right there while he slides his huge head into you. Your eyes screwed shut and your fingers dig into the skin of his muscular back. “Tey- too big...” you whimper out looking at him with glassy eyes, “Taking me so good baby just a little bit more” your tail comes to wrap around his thigh, your legs feel weak and the rest on his back, his tail comes up and wraps around both your ankles as to keep you close. He sings reassurance to you telling you how good you're doing and how amazing you feel clenching around his cock until he’s fully inserted into your snug cunt.

His head drops down onto your shoulder as he tries not to cum yet and your breathing picks up at the feeling, you have never been so full before. “Nete-” you stutter his name wiggling your hips slights as the pain subsides wanting him to move. When he starts thrusting shallowly, you mewl out scraping down his back. Neteyam brings his head back up to your and kiss you, you don’t kiss back too caught up in the feeling of your pussy stretching out.

He bites your bottom lip pulling it and when you clench on his cock he moans like a chain reaction, Neteyam raises his body to look down at his cock disappearing into your small hole and reappear, he finds nothing more interesting than watching the way you take him in so flawlessly. “Tey, faster please, fuck me faster, so good” he looks up at you when you plead and watch you prop yourself up on your elbows to watch his cock fuck into you as well.

You bite your lip when he speeds up his thrust making you tits bounce, it garbs his attention almost immediately and he quickly gets caught up in making them bounce for him. He speeds up his thrust more becoming a bit rougher with you but not enough to hurt you. Neteyam holds back almost everything he has so he won’t hurt you, he wants nothing more than to pound into you and suck on your tits until he’s drawing milk and making you scream.

The thought sends his mind spiraling, he can’t wait to see you breastfeeding your children, his children. To see you get round and swollen pregnant with his babies. When he knocks you up, he’ll have to bend over your pregnant form just to kiss you when he slots his cock inside, or when he dips his head down to flick your swollen nipples in his mouth tasting the sweet milk that dips out on his tongue. He wants it so bad, he wants to knock you up, make you forever his.

“Baby I’m gonna cum- cum with me, lemme knock up this sweet cunt. You wanna have my babies, right? Gonna let me give you my babies?” he rambles out of his mind rutting int your tight cunt, “Yes yes please tey! Wanna cum! Want your babies pleaseee!” you cry out for him gushing in his cock. Neteyam is quick to follow pumping his cum deep inside you, he thrust a couple times before he drops his heavy body on top of yours.

After a few minutes he fixes himself on the pillow dragging you along so he doesn’t have to pull out of you, as early as this relationship was, he wants his seed to take. When you rest your head on his pillow you inhale deeply taking in his scent and bringing yourself closer to his chest. “Hey baby” he grabs your attention making you hum. “Was Akira your doing too? Like what happened there?” he asked softly as he strokes your hair. You mind runs back to the memory and you decide to be honest, “Pushed her off the high cliff into that one rocky river” you wrap your arms around him and snuggle into his chest. “You have to stop killing people now you know”

“Neteyam if people staying in their lane they wouldn’t have been hurt, or framed, or killed. It’s there out fault when they step in my way.” Neteyam chuckles even though you just admitted to half if the crimes in the clan, you did it for him. Why would be complain.

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