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bagdaddyb · 2 years ago

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Oh to Mate

Kinktober 🎃

Summary: ABO with little plot but a lot of smut cause sometimes we all need omega Nat in our lives.

Pairing: alpha g!pReader x omega! Nat

Warnings: NSFW NSFW NSFW. 18+ Minors DNI . Asshole Steve.

AN: First time posting my writing in a while but I miss it. Hopefully I've improved. Enjoy!

It started out as simple disbelief. Natasha was tired of all the female omegas around the compound raving about you, unmated fun and a few sympathy ruts left many of the females hoping you'd truly become their alpha. No one could be that good, Natasha's few experiences with unmated alphas were less than pleasurable an alpha never even having made her cum. So only to prove the rumors wrong when her next heat started to come around she stayed close to you every free moment she had. On the final day before she knew she'd have to isolate everytime you came around she let go small whimpers and pained noises. It was no surprise by that night that you approched her mentioning a sympathy rut and offering to help her through her heat. Now in her room a few hours later heat hitting her full force she squirmed not looking forward to another unsatisfied heat.

She was already bare her body temperature, threatening to overheat if she kept on clothing. Laying on her back head propped on her pillows surrounded by things she used to put together a make shift nest she watched as you slowly pulled off your shirt scars laced your abdomen and arms proof of past missions and a tramatic back story. You were thick with muscle and meat. A large alpha whose presence could be felt enter a room you would make any omega happy. You kept on your shorts and bra on not wanting to intimidate the omega. Approaching slowly, you stand at the end of the bed, eyeing the case of water and small snacks you'd stacked near the bed before meeting Natasha's eye.

"May I enter your nest?"

Natasha's brows raised in slight surprise, while a nest was meant to be an omegas safe space she hadn't met an alpha who'd respected it yet.

"Yes."

She whispered. You cut back your scent as much as possible, climbing lightly into the nest not wanting to disturb anything or overwhelm the omega.

"What do you need omega? How can I help you?"

Another surprise, since when did an alpha care about anyone other than themselves. A whimper left Natasha involuntarily, it'd been a long time since she's had an alpha this close during her heat and it was making the pain worse.

"It hurts."

Natasha whimpered slightly curling in on herself. Releasing a comforting noise you crawl towards Natasha hovering over her you lean and kiss her head before moving down her body, you run your hands down her side as you kiss her chest leaving fire in your wake. You left kisses everywhere you could reach softly sucking each of her nipples before continuing down. Lifting her legs you finally reach her apex slick leaking out of her. You dont waste another second there was nothing better than an omegas slick, eating her out desperately you lick up every ounce of juice you can get. Something was sweeter about Natasha, her slick like candy and you'd always had a sweet tooth. Natasha moaned loudly, no alpha has ever gone down on her before and the sensation running through her caused goosebumps to appear on her body.

"(Y/N)."

Your name slipped from her lips in a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. Her hands gripped the sheets, back arching off the bed, knots tying in her stomach. Oh my god. Natasha thought as she looked down at you meeting your predatory gaze. Oh my god. You slurped, sucked, and lightly nibbled at every piece of Natasha slowly building her up until finally penetrating her with your tongue. Natasha visibly jumped before rolling her hips roughly. Oh my god.

"I'm cumming, I'm cumming alpha."

Another second was all it took before her eyes rolled to the back of her head body spasming with pleasure she'd never felt before. For only a mere moment her heat tampered down, catching her breath as you climb back up her body.

"Mmmm there we go omega, that won't be the last time you cum for me."

Your voice is deep as you lean into her neck taking a deep breath of her scent gland and Natasha's arms wrap around you needing you closer.

"Alpha please, please, I need more."

You hum again your own sympathy rut making your erection painful. Pulling off your shorts and boxers you spring out slapping against Natasha's stomach. The feeling of your length is enough to make Natasha eyes dialate even more you were thick and long bigger than any alpha she's taken before. Whimpers escape her, you're taking to long, grinding up against you she feels your shuddering breath against her neck. Leaning back on your knees you pump your cock giving Natasha her first view of your member and she nerely drools. Pumping yourself a few times before rubbing against Natasha you look into the eyes of the omega below you.

"Do you want this omega?"

"Yes, YES! I need you alpha."

Loosing your focus you let your pheromones go your scent surrounding Natasha and overtaking her nest making her go feral. You slip in slowly, too slowly for Natasha the stretch was a wonderful burn and the full feeling she needed. She felt doused in her heats fire. You pumped into her gently giving her time to adjust another action unlike any other alpha who only cared about thier own pleasure. Bending back down over the omega you tuck your arms close to Natasha your right hand holding the back of Natasha's neck, sticking your nose back against Natasha's scent gland you shudder taking in the omegas intoxicating scent. Natasha'sm arms wrap back around you the hold you have on her highly intimate keepings your bodies impossibly close which you knew an omega craved. Pumping into her you penetrate her hard and deep. High pitched noises leaking from Natasha's mouth.

"So good alpha, you feel so good."

Releasing a light growl you open your mouth careful of your canines you bite Natasha's scent gland without breaking the skin. In an instant Natasha spasms beneath you an orgasm having been ripped out of her.

"Alpha.... alpha."

Natasha cried the pleasure she felt almost overwhelming. Letting go of her neck you lift to meet her in a sloppy passionate kiss. Your hips never faulter keeping their bruising pace pounding into her. Your hand on the back of her throat felt possessive your free hand grabbing her leg to raise it to your shoulder. Now wide open your thrust hit Natasha at a different angle and the red head releases high pitched whines into your mouth unable to maintain the kiss.

"Alpha, please alpha."

Natasha wasn't even sure what she was asking for anymore eyes rolling as another orgasm takes over her body.

"Just like that omega. You like that don't you, like how your alpha takes care of you."

Natasha can only whimper your words causing another wave of slick, her head nodding in response. Bending towards her scent gland you lightly bite again. Another rapid orgasm taking over the red head. Growling into the bite your grip tightens on the woman pace becoming a bit faster and rougher. After a few thrust Natasha feels your knot begin to slam at her entrance and she almost cries.

"Yes alpha knot me, fill me up."

You growl again slamming against the red head faster, Natasha's eyes roll as she cums for what must be the sixth time but before she can be breached you pull out releasing your white ooze onto the omegs stomach. Natasha whimpers repeatedly, your knot wasted, having been the last thing she needed to feel whole. You let go of her neck releasing relaxing pheromones while you pepper her face is kisses.

"Relax omega, relax."

You hum into her skin until you feel the womans rapid heartbeat calmdown. As her adrenaline stops Natasha feels satisfied for the first time ever, her heat subsiding enough for her to relax. You lean away from her grabbing a water from the case and Natasha releases a distressed sound at the distance.

"Shhhh omega. Drink this, you need to stay hydrated."

The woman grabs the bottle downing it quickly if only to have you close again.

"Good omega now rest, you'll need it."

You return to your previous position pressed up against the omega listening to her heartbeat until you're sure she is asleep. Rolling next to the omega you take breaths of your own, your rut having been left unfulfilled since you hadn't knotted the woman. Even though your knot subsided your hard on continued to rage. Relaxing as much as you can you lay on your back closing your eyes, you needed rest as well. For the first time in her life she came out of her heat two days later feeling satisfied rather than her usual seven days of misery. Laying in her nest which still smelled strongly of your scent she couldn't stop the smile that rested on her face. You'd been a good alpha taking care of her every need keeping her fed and hydrated suddenly Natasha felt a longing. Wanting a bond, wanting to truly mate with you. It isn't till the next day that her happy bubble pops, whispers of other omega sheild agents making her remember why she went for you in the firzt place. Not only had you gone way past her expectations but now the way these woman spoke about you made her blood boil. Overwhelming her with the want to attack the woman talking about her alpha. Natasha once again sticks to you like glue after her heat bristling and sending glares at any omega who even thinks to look your way. At first you think nothing of it Natasha was your partner, you'd been working together for over a year now but a week later when you hear her little growl at Maria when she approaches you about paperwork you put together the signs of her overly possessive behavior. You aren't quite sure what you want to do, you don't want to possibly mess up the close bond you two share but at the same time you are an unmated alpha the after effects of her heat should of faded days ago. Thinking back to Natasha's heat your mouth begins to water, the omega was candy. The sweetest nectar you'd ever had and helping her through her heat you were more attentive than you've been with any omega thus far. You can see Natasha being a good omega not just a good omega but your omega, you want to care for her protect her claim her. But at the same time you aren't sure you're ready to mate aren't sure you'd be the alpha any omega deserved. You ponder on this for days but by the end of it, it seems you don't need to make a decision. Natasha seems to distance herself from you, her overly possessive behavior abandoned in favor of space. Space you assumed she needed so you didn't comment on it at first no matter how much your alpha yearned for the omega to be near. Now near a month later you know the red heads heat should be approaching any day now. Staring at her across the room during one of Tony's over the top parties you can't help the low growl that starts while you watch her closely hover around Steve. He was an alpha you disdained, having heard enough from omegas in the compound for a lifetime of disappointment. He believes himself somewhat a god, treating the omegas around him like objects rather than people and the thought of him rutting with Natasha during her heat made your Alpha flash with rage. All it takes is a second. Steve wraps his arm around Natasha's waist and you're on your feet quickly cutting across the crowd to get to their location. You try to reign in your growl but it seems futile the closer you get to the pair. Natasha looks your way first, her omega senses alert to the sound and smell of angry alphas. The look on your face says you're ready for a fight chest rising and falling rapidly and she hates the way her omega responds breaking from Steves tight grip to address your distress. She tried to distance herself from you, determined not to become a fangirl like the rest but she was to close to her heat, to intune with her primal instincts to be away. You stop when you see Natasha approach allowing her to enter your space eyes never leaving her form.

"(Y/N)? Are you alright?"

You hesitate not sure what to say, not sure if you should say anything. Then you smell her, early stages of heat making her scent even sweeter and lean into her space.

"Omega."

You whisper in her ear and fight back the smirk at the whimper you get in response. You wrap your arm around Natasha's waist taking the place Steve once held before guiding her towards the doors. Natasha allows herself to be guided, your touch burning her skin your scent igniting something inside her. Once outside the venue in the cold night air Natasha feels some relief your heat not all encompassing. You lead Natasha to your car opening the passenger door for her before climbing in the drivers side youself. Your leg bounces impatiently as you start the vehicle the mere ten minute drive to the compound seeming to long in your mind.

"Since your last heat I crave you omega."

You pause if only to gauge Natasha's reaction peaking at her out the side of your eye you catch her surprised expression and decide to continue.

"I crave your pressence, I crave your scent, I gave you the space I thought you needed. I thought I needed, but tonight seeing you with another alpha I almost lost it."

Your grip tightens on the steering wheel just thinking about the way Steve touched the omega, your omega. Natasha remains silent unsure of what to say or what to do and you respond in kind holding your tongue until you pull into the parking garage of the compound. You put the car in park sitting for a moment in the silence before speaking again softly.

"The truth is Natasha, I want to mark you make you mine if you'd have me. You don't have to respond today, don't have to respond at all. I'm still not sure I'm the alpha you want or the alpha any omega deserves but I know I want to be your alpha."

With that you open your door exiting the car. Walking to Natasha's side you open her door for her closing it behind her once she exits the car.

"Just think it over."

With that you walk away entering the compound without another word and the red head remains too stunned to speak. You, (Y/N), the infamous alpha just propositioned to mate Natasha. You asked to mate her, since when do alphas ask but thinking on it Natasha realizes you've always asked. Asked to help her with her heat, asked to enter her nest, even asked her repeatedly how she was doing during her heat. In three short days you'd cared for her more than any alpha ever had maybe thats why she felt so possessive over you after. Maybe thats why she got excited everytime she caught your scent or perked up everytime you showed her attention. But maybe it wasn't, maybe Natasha wanted you just like you wanted her. The red head never even considered mating, her experiences with alphas proving that it would only hurt her and hold her back but with you the possibilities were endless. Despite being the alpha you'd always given her control giving her the opportunity to say no at any point. The next morning telltale signs of Natasha's heat overwhelmed her senses she'd be fully succumbed by nightfal for sure and even after a good nights sleep her thoughts couldn't help but flood to you. Alpha. Hopping up Natasha dresses rapidly eager to be in your pressence. Exiting her room she moves quick before another alpha catches wind of her. Natasha surprises herself by how fast she arrives outside your door, knocking six times rapidly she cluches herself goosebumps running over her skin despite heating up.

"Mmmh well well well what do we have here."

Steve's voice cuts through Natasha like a knife.

"Where'd you go last night omega? I thought we'd have a little fun."

His eyes are predatory, evil and Natasha isn't sure if in her state she has the strength to fight the alpha off.

"No Steve."

The alphas nostrils flare taking the direct rejection as a challenge.

"Who are you to tell me no omega bitch?"

He growls and Natasha growls back. Steve grabs Natasha's wrist harshly tugging her into his space but before he could do more you appear pouncing on him like a feral animal. Your growl shakes Natasha with its intensity as you throw blow after blow at the man you tackled.

"You little alpha piece of shit, it's dumbasses like you that give alphas a bad name."

You hit him across the face repeatedly your pent up frustations taken out on him one by one. You loose yourself in your anger, he touched your omega how dare he. It isn't until Natasha is trying to pull you back screaming at you to stop that you see the true damage you've done to your fellow super soilder your knuckles covered in his blood. Standing you spit on him before kicking him one last time.

"Touch my omega again and I'll kill you."

You say deathly low before pulling the distressed omega through your door locking it securely behind you. You immediately begin to scan her, eyes and hands running over her body to confirm her safety and once you're satisfied you let out a verbal sigh of relief. You pull Natasha into you holding her close and breathing in her scent.

"I"m sorry. I stepped out to grab a snack I should of been here. Did he hurt you?"

Tears appear in Natasha's eyes, at the way you'd fiercely protected her. At the way you'd cared for her and Natasha knows with certainty she wants you.

"No."

Natasha whispers and it doesn't seems to be enough pulling back you scan her again double checking her for any signs of foul play.

"I'm sorry for verbally claiming you, my instincts took over and I had to protect you."

Natasha fights back her tears as she looks at your concerned face.

"Don't apologize alpha, I want you. Claim me. Make me yours."

Your eyes shoot to the green ones infornt of you. Her easily ignored heat due to your adrenaline now burning your nostrils.

"Are you sure? This isn't just the heat talking is it?"

Natasha laughs happy tears finally falling which she quickly wipes away.

"Yes alpha, I'm sure."

You surge foreward meeting her lips in a passionate kiss and lifting her in your arms. You take her to your bed never breaking the kiss overwhelmed with a need to be attached to the omega laying her lightly you break away from her lips only to travel down to her neck. Hesitating at her scent gland you take a deep breath before pulling back the omega below you whines but you ignore it urging her attention elsewhere.

"I wasn't sure you would come but just in case I stacked blankets, clothes, and pillows here so that you may nest."

Natasha's eye buldge before shooting to the pile you gestured at.

"I noticed you nesting at the beginning of your last heat and I want you to be comfortable. I tried to keep my scent to a bare minimum as not to overwhelm you."

You pull away completely allowing Natasha to turn over and crawl towards the pile, watching her take in all the fabrics and items.

"Nest omega, I want you to be comfortable."

Natasha turns to you again lifting on her knees before pulling you into a tight embrace that you return before she turns and gets to work you merely stand by and watch enjoying the attention Natasha gives to every little detail of her nest. Your eyes wonder to your hands and you quickly step towards the bathroom washing off the evidence of Steve beating. It only takes five minutes and you are surprised by the speed at which she works but don't deny her needy whines when she lays to stare at you.

"May I enter your nest?"

"Of course alpha."

You crawl back over the omega giving her a sweet kiss before pulling her shirt above her head glad yet unsurprised to find nothing underneath. Throwing the shirt towards the edge of the nest so it can have her scent you move your lips to her chest.

"My beautiful omega."

You whisper against her skin before you trail love bites down. Corrupting her perfect milky skin with your dark purple marks. You suck on both of her nipples getting them rock hard before continuing down. Your eyes get darker with every claiming mark you leave and as you get to her lower stomach your fingers hook her shorts swiftly pulling them down. Your mouth begins to water as her shorts are discarded elsewhere. Pushing her knees to her chest you come eye to eye with the feast of her slick.

"You smell so good omega."

Natasha whines in response hips wiggling in your hold. Without hesitation you begin your meal, lapping up her slick like a dehydrated dog. Her sweet nectar addicting and you can't get enough. You slurp and suck at her bud cause loud moans to fall from the red head.

"Feels so good alpha."

Natasha moans back arching of the bed. You growl against her center tongue entering her in search of more of her juices and Natasha releases a high pitch squeal. Hips bucking in time with your tongue before she spasms and you're rewarded with her orgasm straight in your mouth.

"You taste so good omega."

You growl against her, lips trailing to the back of her thighs leaving dark purple to match her abdomen.

"Mine."

You growl against her skin before moving up to meet her lips in a sloppy kiss. Natasha meets you with equal passion arms wrapping tightly around you holding you close.

"I need you alpha, it hurts."

You lift to your knees in response quickly pulling your shirt over your head and taking off your bra before removing your shorts and boxers. You spring out releasing a small sigh of relief as you being to pump yourself.

"Fill me up alpha, claim me."

Natasha whispers and you possessivly growl. Rubbing your cock through her slick you use her juices as lubricant before slowly slipping in. Natasha moans at your intrusion the wonderful strech making her feel whole. You enter her space pressing your chest against her you hold her tightly one arm tucking under her back the other tucking behind her neck hand holding the back of her neck your lips meet hers. Natasha holds you back tightly bodies molded together as you begin to pump into her roughly. High pitched whines enter your mouth as you kiss Natasha, devouring her mouth until its clear she needs air.

"My beautiful omega. Mine. Mine. Mine."

You whisper against her lips burying yourself as deeply as you can before pulling out again.

"Yours alpha, yours."

Natasha whines before spasming as she orgasms. You tuck your head into her scent gland taking deep breaths of the omegas scent. Natasha does the same your scent surrounding her, your body pressed against her, you planted deep inside her. The red head feels like she's going crazy. Her skin buzzes as her fingers run into your hair holding your head closer to her neck. She's on fire yet she needs more, she needs more of you.

"Mark me alpha. I'm yours, make me yours."

You open your mouth trailing your teeth against Natasha skin causing electricity to run through the omega.

"Mine."

You growl against her skin before sinking your canines into her scent gland. Natasha's eyes roll into the back of her head, an unbelievable orgasm washing over her body. The pleasure is intense orgasm stretching on for what feels like years. Her slick leaks out of her in waves as you pound her and her nails dig into your back. By the time Natasha comes down from the high she's drunk on you. A blabbering mess of noises.

"Alpha. Alpha."

Natasha whimpers over and over again and you finally release her neck licking at the mark.

"Omega, my omega."

You pump into her wildly riding on the high of your mating mark. Natasha clenches around you again another orgasm washing over her as your knot begins to slam at her entrance.

"My personal cum dump, you're gonna take it aren't you omega? Take my knot and get filled with my seed. Swollen with my pups only mine."

Moans escapse Natasha at your words nails digg8ng into your skin.

"Yes alpha, fill me up. I need it, I need your pups inside me."

You pump into her faster your own moans escaping at her words using her for your own pleasure.

"Fuck. Yeah take it omega. You feel so good I could pump into you all day. Fuck squeezing me for all I'm worth."

Your hips begin to stutter as your lips return to hers in a loving kiss, arms wrapping around her tighter your bodies are pressed together as closely as they can be. You continue to work your knot against her entrance feeling how her slick pours out to accommodate you. Breaking the kiss you return to her scent gland teeth sinking into her once more as you knot slips in. Natasha's eyes roll back at the combined feeling of your bite, your warm load seeping into her, and your knot the pleasure so good she nearly passes out. Releasing her neck you lick the wound again before placing light kisses on it.

"Mine."

"Yours."

You hum in satisfaction.

"Bite me omega, mark me as yours."

Tears threaten Natasha's eyes again at your words, rare was the alpha who wore an omegas mark. Many refusing to allow themselves to be publicly tied to one omega and with your words Natasha is once again reassured she chose the right alpha. The red head sinks her canines into your scent gland a light growl releasing from her as she does and is satisfied when she feels another hot spurt of your cum shoot into her.

"Mine."

Natasha whispers against your skin as she licks at the bite.

"Yours."

You whisper back allowing yourself to relax ontop of Natasha baring your whole body weight against her. Three days later by the end of Natasha's heat you feel maybe a bit overly possessive of the female. You haven't left your room since Steve threatened your omega and as the time to break your mating bubble nears you find yourself wanting to be near the omega at all times. Laying in her nest you snuggle into the omegas body, front pressed against her back arm wrapped around her waist. You nuzzle her neck enjoying the way her scent is now mixed with yours and can't help the light possessive growl that rumbles at the back of your throat.

"My beautiful omega."

The omega coos back at you and you release a relaxed sigh.

"We should get you cleaned up and fed."

You say as you begrudgingly sit up causing the omega below you to whine. She rolls over wrapping her arms around you.

"Do we have to?"

You laugh lightly running your fingers through red tresses.

"Yes, you haven't had a proper meal in three days." You shuffle around finding Natasha clothes and handing them to her. Throwing on your old clothes you grab some clean ones as well before walking to your door.

"Come on we'll shower in your room."

The omega nods and stretches before walking towards you. Opening the door you both quietly walk down the hallway enjoying the fresh air. The walk to the omegas room is quiet but peaceful, she stays close to your side the small distance between you two after such a passionate heat seeming like to much. In Natasha's room the two of you shower together, you make love to her one more time in the shower soft and slow before you truly have to return to the reality of the real world.

"I will always protect you omega, you're safe with me."

You hum into her neck as she rides the after shocks of her orgasm.

"My alpha."

The hums back fingers running softly against the back of your neck.

"My omega."

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Left Behind: We begin

Hellooooooooo!! Here we have another chapter! And YES! This is where we begin the Way of water plot! Now keep in mind some stuff will be altered and changed but I make it my best to be close to the movie. Enjoy!

Left behind series

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For as long as he can remember, neteyam always dreamed of having an older sibling. Didn't matter if it was a sister or a brother. Just someone he can look up to, someone to lean on, someone to trust whenever he feels doubt. In short, he wants someone who looks after him as he looks after his siblings.

He loves being a brother, a big brother. Neteyam enjoys being around his younger siblings. Making sure they are out of danger, they are not hurt and that they are overall happy and healthy.

He also loves his parents. The strongest yet kindest people. Neteyam loves them very much. He just wishes someone, anyone, can do the same for him. He knows his family all love him. They hug him, tell jokes, and make sure he is also happy and healthy.

Yes, there is spider who is older. But neteyam sees him as a little brother due to size and how he can easily get hurt in the forest.

This is a secret he won't share with anyone. Not to his parents, not to his siblings, much less his grandmother. All Neteyam wants is someone to look at him with kind worried eyes and say “Are you alright tsmukan?”

Sucks that he is the first born.

Kiri prays in silent whisper, despite being told to be quiet from the avatar, she continues to pray. The forest around them was dark and silent. Eywa is aware. Very aware. Kiri has faith that her parents will come soon to rescue them all. They have been in worse situations before, they have dealt with enemies like this.

The best thing to do in situations like this is to remain calm and listen to the call.

‘YAHP!’

There it was. The call.

They are here and the children know. Hopefully these fakes dont.

“That you Mrs. Sully? I recognise your calling card. See you and jake got a litter”

Jake and Neytiri knew that disgusting voice all too well.

“DEMON! I will kill you as many times as I have to!” neytiri shouts in the dark. Through the foliage she sees her children escaping without a scratch. Good, now to take care of this parasite.

However,

Neteyam was quick to kill the first fake he saw. His mistake was continuing to stand where he stood.

‘NA’VI!!”

Bullets begin to fly towards his directions. He was quickly saved by his dad by shoving him down. Swiftly they hide behind some trees. His dad can save his lectures later, he isn't going to let some fakes take his siblings.

Neytiri sees them both and makes a run for it.

“Leaving so soon jake?! That's a damn shame! I have a surprise for ya!” Quaritch's taunting voice echoes through the forest.

Surprises be damned.

Spider felt a crack on his mask the second he fell down. The air was leaving the filter and his lungs. Felt like this hot burning sensation. He was fucked. Even worse, he can see lights coming his way.

The ugly copy of Quaritch was quick to pick him up while shouting fall back to the remaining squad. High winds and brighter lights were glaring down. As much as spider wanted to fight back and protest, he was physically in no condition to do so. His mind was still dizzy but he realized what was going on.

Quaritch and spider were being lifted up to a valkyrie. This is bad, really really bad.

“One hostage? You said there were 4” a older woman said in his vision range. Clearly she was disappointed. She looked mean and tough.

“Well we got into a bit of a scuffle, the sully came back and managed to save his litter, well, almost all of them” quaritch said. Too much happened so quickly, all of a sudden his mask was being taken off by him.

“You hear that proto? What do you think of this?” The older woman asks. All heads turned to someone. Spider couldn't help but turn his head too. At the back, making her way towards to spider, was a girl with the coldest blue eyes he has ever seen.

“I say…night night”

A boot met his face and was knocked out.

The Sully children heard their parents argue after the scary incident. After learning what happened and quaritch taking spider, it was clear they nor the people were safe.

“Spider won't tell right…?” tuk asks in a whisper. Neteyam cuddles his baby sister, “no, he won't” he replies in a low tone. If they have any faith, spider won't let an utter sound escape from him.

“What if they make him…?” lo’ak whispers, so many terrible thoughts crosses his mind. He can't imagine what the sky demons will do. But as the siblings continued to hear their parents talk, something popped up in tuk’s mind.

“What if spider gets the surprise?” she asks. This made her older siblings turn to look at her.

“What surprise tuk?” kiri asks.

“That demon guy, when we were running, I heard him shout to dad. That he has

a surprise for him. What if spider gets it?”

The other siblings share looks, not sure of what the recom ment. Everything happened so fast, they didn't catch what he said.

“I'm sure it was just a threat. Empty words to make dad fall for it. Don't think so much about it, "Neteyam reassured. While tuk nodded, she couldn't shake it off. That demon was very scary and an asshole but something about those words held weight to them. That this ‘surprise’ was something her dad wasn't supposed to ignore. Was it a good surprise? Or a bad surprise?

*BANG!*

It's been 2 hours and spider has not shown to stop for a second at throwing the table and chairs in a room he was locked in. Staring at the mirror, he knows there are people on the other side staring at him. Perhaps showing disgust or hate. Not that he cares.

He shouts insults in na’vi, hissing and lashing out. While he is in full strength, he knows it won't be like that much longer.

Hearing the doors begin to slide open, spider was quick to dash towards the exit before a boot meets his chest. Tumblings backwards into the room.

‘OOF!!’ he couched out. The kick was really hard. Feeling instant pain on his chest, he wouldn't be surprised if a rib was cracked just by that.

“Going somewhere?”

A female voice was heard. The same voice from the air ship. Trying to rub the pain away, spider looks up and sees the young woman who knocked him out. Damn, it seems she wasn't going to be an easy one.

She makes her way inside while the recom that is some copy of his biological dad walks in. Recom Qauritch gave spider a smug look, his amber eyes glaring down at him. Spider hates but given the height, even though he grew up in and around na’vi, this recom somehow makes him feel small.

“Miles Socorro, now that we have better lighting I can finally see you. That mask covered your face up. See the Quaritch genes are strong in ya” recom quairtch said. Made spider inwardly cringe. He hates being reminded of who he looks like.

“Listen, I know you hate being here. But if you leave through that door, proto here won't hesitate to shoot you dead”

Spider was willing to take his chances and darts again, but the recom used force by shoving his hand onto his chest and put him on the table like a little kid. “Stand down proto”. Spider turns to look at the girl, her gun out and pointing at his head. Following his order, she puts the gun back into its holder. Her expression is solid, empty, it kinda freaked him out. Quaritch, noticing this turns to proto, “say why not give us a few minutes? I got this” .

‘Proto’ gives him a look before silently walking out, the doors shutting behind.

“There, now it's just us…”

Sanchez groans in misery as he looks at the sorry excuse of human food. The world government spends a gazillion dollars on this place and there isn't enough for good consumption? “I miss my snacks…” he says to himself.

He grabs his tray and makes over to the training field of the recom team. A few were killed during their first mission but a good chunk made it out alive.

From a balcony above he can have a clear view of the current spar that is happening.

Proto vs the recom that calls herself Z-dog. A real bitch she is. Tough cookie, but like all cookies, she will eventually break and fall.

‘What the…?!” z-dog yelps in surprise. Proto launches herself from behind, using her body weight to drag the female recom down. Proto was quick to use the kuru and wrap it around the blue’s neck. Tightly.

The other recoms were watching, what began with chuckles are now looking in worry.

“Hey! HEY! Knock it off!” another recom, lyle, warned proto. But the human doesn't listen, z-dog taps the floor, signaling she gives up. Tears and blurry vision were taking over, unable to mutter a word. Z-dog was beginning to panic, wanting to be let go but she can't. Looking at this twisted girl, her eyes piercing down at her with no emotion. Was she human?

Tension was rising quickly, the recoms starting to make their way towards the two.

“Stand down” tatianna barked out her commands. Looking down at proto and Z-dog.

So proto does so. Letting go of the kuru and moving away from Z-dog who was gasping for air.

“What the fuck kid?” lyle glares down at proto. But the girl says nothing and heads up to meet sanchez and tatianna.

“That bitch is crazy!” Z-dog shouts in a raspy voice.

“Or you are just weak” proto quick as a whip responded. Tatianna places her hand on her shoulder and the three leave.

“And quaritch trusts her?!” Z-dog questions, not caring who is listening. The other recoms look amongst each other. From what they saw of the two, they seem to trust each other with their lives.

“Miles Socrorro, or ‘spider’ as he likes to call himself, is the biological son of the late Colonel Miles Quaritch” sanchez throws a short file of spider onto the table. In a small conference room was himself, tatianna and proto. Expressions were mixed, wary, pissed off, confused, and for one person, no emotion.

“And prey tell, why didn't the mole tell us about him? Fucker had 16 years to say shit” tatianna grits her teeth. Her nails tapping on the file.

“No, better yet, why didn't that recom tell us or his director?” she questions more. 16 years and this is a massive surprise.

“Maybe he didn't care,” proto said in a monotone way. Her eyes on the photo of spider.

“Or that he wasnt worth remembering…”

Sanchez and tatianna share a look before focusing on her.

“He was with the sullys. Of course he is worth remembering”

“About that” sanchez pulls out a small device. It displays a holographic video, he presses play to show what was in it.

“I know you are close with the sullys” quaritch points out. He sits next to spider as the boy crosses his arms like a toddler.

“More than you will know, more than you'll ever know!” spider barked out.

Quaritch raised his hands, a gesture that he is no threat nor that he is instigating anything. “I know I know. And I know you won't rat them out. You are smarter than that. Give out info to the enemy. You know that is a brave move too. Despite being surrounded by all this metal shit, you remain tight lip”

“But I won't lie to ya kid. You don't have many options here. Ardmor knows you hold valuable information, key to hunting down the sully traitor”

Before spider could say anything, Quaritch held up his hand, “ah ah, let me finish. You dont have many options but I can get you out of here. Not the best option I know, but its your saving grace. Just ride along and things will be fine otherwise…I will have to give you up to the lab coats. Between you and me, they aren't the fun type”

“That blue balls bastard” sanchez curses out.

Tatianna narrowed her eyes. Just what is he planning?

“Proto-”

“I know”

Proto gets up and walks out from the conference room. “I wont get distracted”

The doors shut, leaving now sanchez and tatianna alone.

“This is an unexpected curve ball…” sanchez speaks first. Tatianna rubs her forehead, her aging skin wrinkling with every motion. Until she stopped.

“And like every curve, we maneuver over them….”

There was that grin again. The old hag was up to something.

“He isn't going to answer on his own free will” proto was meeting with general ardmore. A tough woman with only humanity in her mind. With a side of cruelty.

“You think I don't know that?” Admor questions, she isnt stupid.

“Hm, no. But also don't forget either. Just from a glimpse that child is gripping on an iron fist. He won't make a sound….” a small smile escapes from proto. If there was anything good to take from the feral child, it was his stubbornness. Something she also holds to a certain degree.

“And how do you suggest we get him to talk?” Ardmore asks.

The small smile grew into a menacing one.

“Like all iron, they melt with intense pressure…..”

She turns to look at the general with a look that almost puts Admore in a wary mood. Almost.

“Is that brain machine ready?”

Aaaaaaaaand that is it for this one! What do you guys think? How will spider and proto get along? What is quaritch planning? What will the sullys think? All of this and more on the next chapter! See ya!

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yayll · 8 months ago

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hai !! i am wondering if i can request something about foxzai w foxreader.. i dont mind any scenario i just want something about them in love hehe.. especially since they r both foxes:3

hiiiiii baby! i'm SO sorry this took quite a while, i was away for a bit on vacation and have just been trying to catch up on requests. for this specific one i didn't kno if you wanted them to be full on foxes or like fox hybrid ish so i went with the kitsune approach who can be both! i hope you like my interpretation and i'm srry if it's not proper but i had a lot of fun working on it for you and seeing these two in love hehe <3 love u

The winter can be harsh on the wild, this you already know. But the warmth that does remain doesn't come from the security in survival, It comes from knowing that if you make it through the season or should you perish during it you will always be under the watchful gaze of the one you love.

It's a brisk morning and in your snow lined fox den it's business as usual. There's no hibernation, only you and your silly little partner as you spend everyday together. He's a bit off, a bit goofy, but so are you for letting him live with you ever since that day he limped into your den! You nursed him back to health as best you could and he hasn't left you ever since, not that you'd ever want him to. Dazai's also lazy, selfish, and unintentionally hilarious during the most inappropriate times so you need to be careful when trying to understand his more 'dramatic' moments and-

Oh, yeah. food! Sooo hungry. You pad your way towards the soft spot you both share where he sleeps soundly, curled up in his kimono, his nine tails tightly wrapped around him. You think his bandages must keep him extra warm too, what a package deal. Oh how pretty he looks like that... You kneel and nudge him awake with a soft whisper.

"Hi... it's time to eat."

His pointy ears perk up and he pops one eye open as he scans you first thing.

"You brought food already? Woooowww... How gracious of you, cutie~"

You snicker quietly to yourself, and shake your head.

"No, we're going together. You need to start earning your meals."

"Pfft. I'd never make you earn your meals, you know."

You make another sound of sheer entertainment at his cute whining, and nudge him again, this time carding your fingers through his messy brown hair, and caressing those soft ears that twitch with every word you say. He could stay like this forever, he thinks. With your approval, hopefully he will.

"Is that so? I dunno... I'd say every time I head out into town to find your specialty canned crab it's quite a quest for me. Or when I trick those humans into giving me more tofu than usual for our stews I really do wonder if you ever stop to think if that's a harder than usual task for me-"

Your words are cut off by a swift and fluffy tail that clamps over your mouth. You stay quiet, a wide smile playing on your lips as you watch Dazai become animated in a second.

"...Okay, okay! Fine. I'll go... And of course, you'll do the cooking."

"I always do the cooking, Osamu."

"Yes, and thank god for that, because I love doing the eating~"

You quirk an eyebrow as you fold your arms across your chest and hum. He's so cute when he's being high maintenance. Despite you both being kitsune, he had you wondering if you were slowly becoming his human caretaker... Not that you would ever mind, that is.

"Mm, that you do..."

Dazai then stretches himself, his body becoming long as he holds the pose with his back arched, his ears flipping back as his tails fluff up, signaling he's fully awake now. He turns to you, those cunning narrowed eyes now slightly half lidded and tender. His voice is low and hoarse.

"But you know what? I also love other things..."

You tilt your head a bit as he stands to his full height, walking towards you and scanning you head to toe with that never ending gaze that oozes with affection. He knows what's going on in that little head of yours, and you almost feel bashful from the way he grants you every bit of his senses. When he reaches you, he places a hand on the top of your head inbetween your soft ears, petting you with feather light taps. He towers over you, his figure now more imposing except without the threatening aura. There could never be threat when it's just you and Dazai, because behind his goofy and easygoing exterior, there is an undying commitment to you that goes beyond life and death. And thankfully, you both will live for a long, long time despite his pesky jokes about the opposite.

He leans forward and then down enough to whisper against the shell of your ear as if he were telling you a secret.

"I love... Curry... Rice... Crab... and-"

You interrupt by looking up at him, eyes twinkling with anticipation. You weren't desperate for his tender words, for he never withheld them from you. He couldn't hide how enamored he was with you even if he tried! There was just something about hearing him say it that made you feel like it was the first time every single time. He curls one of his tails around yours, gently braiding them together as they form a furry stem, locked in place like two hands intertwined. He grins, holding your chin as you two communicate in your own little language with your eyes.

Dazai thinks about how lucky he is to be yours, through thick and thin and the coldest of winter. From the way your lashes flutter every time you blink to how your nose crinkles in the cutest ways when you laugh, he doesn't know why you entertain his mischief. Maybe he's cursed you... Maybe it's a good curse if it means you'll continue to look at him the way you aways do. Either way, you'll both see the Spring come, together.

He brings his hand down to the tip of your nose, so elegant and beautiful, and taps it while whispering.

"You. I love you. So let's go to town, yes? I'm ready to work for my meal or whatever."

You bite your lip at his call back to your previous words, trying to stop the smile from literally getting any wider as you drop the bossy act and melt for him instead. And here you thought his charm was only reserved to fool humans! You nod and when you speak, it's barely above a whisper.

"I love you too."

He leans in so close that his nose touches yours, teasing your every sense.

"I know that, cutie. Duh."

He speaks with a low purr as if stating the obvious, causing you to roll your eyes at his adorable audacity. Only Dazai could get away with this, and only you could make him feel complete this way, no matter what form he takes.

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yuyu1024 · 1 year ago

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Babe

Pairings: S.coups × y/n

Genre/tags: protective/possessive bf

Warning: 🔞🔞🔞 fluff but smut, unprotected sex, pet names, cursing, semi public, handjob

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 3k

Disclaimers:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: looong time no post. ✨️I was away... got sick and mentally not doing okay... and I dont think im 100% okay yet...Its been hard but still trying my best :)

i might be coming back to writing here and there... but not consistent. Hopefully you understand...

meaning, i will be a 🐌 in updating nor posting and won't be online mostly. 🖤

(i cant promise i can jump back to the Yoongi/Suga series yet also sorry 😭 hopefully one day but not soon.)

Me writing... is depending if im okay.

Also, Thank you for the kind messages in DMs. I really do appreciate them...even tho i don't reply 🖤 pls know its very helpful.

Thank you.

P.S its been a long time since i wrote anything so.... rusty.🥲 this is my just trying to get back to it.

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Seungcheol, your boyfriend, texted you to meet him at school. Which surprised you the second you read it because it has been weeks since he went to school.

He has been doing special online classes these past weeks as he can't walk. Yet. He slipped while playing soccer with the boys two months ago causing an injury on his left leg. It was very painful to watch him yell in pain during that game. It was supposed to be just a fun game with his friends and you and their other friends watching but yeah, accidents happen.

"What are you doing here?" You gasp the second you enter the University clinic and saw your boyfriend sitting and chatting with the school doctor.

"Babe." He smiles and opens his arm, asking for a welcome hug

"Babe!" You squeal and immediately run and hugged him tightly.

"I missed you." He mumbles lightly lifting you off the floor even he's sitting on the clinic's bed.

He never lost his strength.

"Ditto." You say and kissed him on his cheek before letting go. "Wait... why are you here?" You ask again. "He can go back to school now?" You turn to ask the doctor behind you

"He can. But I still suggest no." He folds the folder his holding and sits down on his desk. "He can walk now with crutches easily yes... but... going up and down... walking building to building to classes...." doctor shakes his head

"I'm just here to visit, babe." Cheolie says caressing your back. "To report my health to him... to let know the team..."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry..." he press his lips together and giving you an apologetic look.

"I'll leave you two to talk... I have to go on a meeting now in the faculty. Just let the nurse know when you leave okay? So she can assist you with the wheel chair."

"Okay, doc. Thank you."

And as soon as the doctor leaves and shut the door close behind him, Seungcheol immediately grabs you by the waist, pull you close to his body and leans in to fully kiss you.

It feels rushed at the beginning but as soon as you find the perfect spot to lean your body weight to his, it felt smooth and just sensational. You even opened your mouth completely to let his tongue explore you.

You two haven't kissed for awhile. The rent is due.

"I missed you so much." He whisper as he pulls away to take a breather.

"This is the longest we've been away from each other..." you say as you straighten your stand

"Yeah... I got busy healing..."

"And I got busy at school... and at home..." you answer as you sit down beside him. "How are you feeling at the moment?"

"Good....well.. better now that I've kissed you." He smirks and plants a tiny kiss on your temple

"Babe..." you lean on his shoulder

"You know you always make me feel good..." he chuckles. "Also... Doc said my leg is healing pretty good..."

"That's good to hear..." you stand up once again. "So... can I--"

And before you could ask him another question about visiting him soon at home Seungcheol kisses you on your cheek and then on the back of your hand.

"Thank you for always calling me... every night... making sure to check on me... give me updates at school and being an understanding girlfriend. Even though you are tired yourself."

"I didn't do that much." You say holding his hand. "If only I could visit you personally I would..."

But you couldn't. It's not like he leaves far away from you. It's just that you wanted him to just rest. You know how he is when he sees you. He gets excited and acts everything is fine even though he is in pain.

He would probably force himself to get up when you visit him. It's kind og his thing to show off he is strong. Especially to you. He is your alpha lover.

"No...babe. just you calling has saved me from a lot of bad moods and not doing my therapies because... I'm not in the mood." He kisses your hand again.

"Well I'm glad... I could help..." you say smiling.

"And also..." he then bites his lower lip whilst smiling. You already know what he's about to say with those cheeky smirks.

"Hush..." you cover his mouth with your hand, scared that he might say it outloud and the nurse from behind the door might hear. "That's for us only..." you whisper.

He is referring to the video call sessions you do every now and then. To help him when he is... sad and horny.

"You promised... no one should know..."

"Of course..." he murmurs, his mouth is still covered by your hand. "The images are for my eyes to see and for my dick to feel only." He adds and then playfully licks your palm, making you jump a little.

"Hey!" You slap him on his shoulder

He is grinning so much. He is enjoying your reactions. "You're so adorable being shy..." he puts his arm around your waist, securing you between his legs. "My shy little fairy..." he mumbles just before he kisses you again.

You don't deny him of any sort of making out. Even at the clinic. Why woulf you? You missed him so bad too.

So bad that even his hands is skimming your body and even lifting your short A-Line skirt, exposing your bum, just to squeeze it is fine. Perfectly fine.

"Wait." He pauses and looks you in the eyes. "You are wearing a skirt this short... with no protective shorts under?"

"Hmm?" You look at him, confused for a second. "Oh."

He is yout alpha, yes. And one trait of him that is very dominant is him being protective of you. He does not like anyone hurting you, being mean to you and most especially drooling over you. You are his and only his.

"What you mean oh?" He raises a brow. "Well? Why aren't you wearing one?"

You don't have a good excuse. You just forgot. Well... you have been forgetting since he have been away.

"Y/N..."

"You're now calling me by name...." you move back away a little. "I'm sorry... I have no excuse..."

"What if some maniac sees you? When you go up stairs? Or the elevator in the media building? You know its glass right? They can see... what if wind blows and..." he sighs, frustrated. "You know how most guys are."

"I know... I'm really sorry." You pout. "I didn't purposely forget it..."

You see the change in his mood. He is very possessive of you so you know that just the idea of any guy looking at you because they find you cute or have interest of being close to you and whatever, he's already on guard.

He sighs again and also he's already grabbing his crutches.

"Leaving already?" You say in the softes tone.

"Yeah..." he stands up and calls on the nurse for assistance.

"Okay..." you lower your gaze.

You are not sure how to tame your boyfriend since this time you know you are at fault for forgetting and breaking a promise you told him after he was told to stay at home.

You stand up and sling your bag over your shoulder. "Just... call me when you get home."

"I will not call you." He says as he sits down on the wheel chair. "You're coming home with me."

"Wait. What?" You ask

The nurse enters the room and greets the two of you.

"Ready to go home?" The nurse asks

"Yes." Seungcheol smiles at her. "I have a scheduled therapy this afternoon..."

"Oh... I see... goodluck then." She says as she helps to push your boyfriend

"Y/N..." he calls your name out again.

This is the second time he called you by name. He is clearly not okay with the skirt situation. This never happened before.

***

You both arrived at his parent's house. They welcomed you and hugged you even. They thanked you for being a support system for their son even though physically you can't come because, well, they know how their son acts around you.

It's not a secret that their son is so in love with you that he's very clingy and trying to act cool and such.

"I already made food for the two of you so just reheat it if you decide to eat later."

"Oh. Thank you Mrs. Choi." You say

"It's nothing dear... also... thank you for being his care taker for tonight... we will enjoy our night on out staycation at the city." His mother says

You are stunned to hear what Mrs. Choi just said. You can't react beside just smiling and nodding. "Ah... ahm... don't worry about us... I'm going to take good care of him."

"Thank you, again." Mr. Choi says.

"We'll get going now... see you tomorrow afternoon, dear." She says to her son who is sitting in the sofa drinking his cola.

"Have fun, Mom and Dad!" He waves at them

And as soon the door shuts and you hear the car engine from outside.

"What the fuck was that?" You stomp you way towards him. "Care taker... tonight?? Babe?"

Nonchalantly he answers. "You will be staying for the night here with me... until tomorrow..."

"Why?"

"Why not?" He looks at you with a coldest stare. "Do you have any other plans? Are you meeting with anyone?"

"No..."

"And then... stay...."

"But... my parents..."

"I already told them... they are fine with it."

"When?"

"I called them earlier... before I texted you to come to the clinic."

You are in complete shock. "Cheolie..." you whine

"Now, you're calling me by name?" He raises a brow. "Why are you acting like that? It's like you don't want to stay with me."

"That's not it."

"Then what?"

You sigh. You are lost for words.

Yes you should be happy you are spending time with your boyfriend but he could've told you. You would say yes if he asked or told you.

You are just stunned maybe or confused with him doing this too since he's been being snappy at you since earlier.

"Whatever." You mumble throwing your bag to the floor and just sitting down at the chair opposite of where he's sitting.

Now you are the one in the bad mood.

"I still have the clothes and undergarments you left from last time..." he then says in a much calmer tone.

"Okay." You answer not looking at him.

You are not mad at him. You are just not happy with what he did. He probably wanted to surprise you with the idea earlier but since it got ruined during your clinic make out session. Now things are...

"Babe." He calls you

You turn your head to look at him. He looks serene now.

"Can you please come here..." he says

You get up and make your way to him, to sit down beside him.

"Not there." He says holding on to your wrist and leading you to move somewhere else. "Here..." he gestures for you to sit on top of him.

"But... your leg..."

"I can manage..." he breathes and then tugs you down so he could kiss you, cupping your face with one hand.

Your hands are now on his chest for balance support. You tried pulling away from the kiss but

"Sit..." he says in between the kiss.

And you do as he says. Kneeling down on the sofa, legs spread between his thighs, you sit down on him and slowly put your arms around his neck.

"Cheolie..." your lips part ways as you spoke and he tries to chase the kiss again but you bite your lips together. "Wait..."

"Why...?" He pouts

"What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?" He runs his hands from your legs to your thighs and then underneath your skirt.

"You were just so cold to me... not even talking to me like I'm your girlfriend... and now you're kissing me and touching me..."

He throws his head back for a second and then sighs. "Babe, I'm sorry.... I was... well..."

"I said I'm sorry about the skirt... Don't worry. I will just wear pants starting on monday...."

"You sure?"

"Yeah... I promise." You kiss the tip of his nose. "I will just wear skirts when I'm with you."

"Really?" He raises a brow with matching smirk, biting his lower lip.

"Yeah..." you move your hips forward knowing what this tiny move will do to him. "I know you like to have easy access with me when we're together..." you softly say

He grunts as he feel you move a bit more. Rocking your hips over his erection that's sort of protected by his black jogging pants.

"I know what you're doing..." he hums

"And I know you like... what I'm doing..."

His smile goes ear to ear. "You're lucky I can't stand on my own yet... If I could..."

"What will you do?"

"Carry you over my shoulders and spread you on top of my bed..."

"And...?" You put your forehead to his.

"And...fuck you 'till dawn..."

Just the thought made you horny and wanting him. But since he can't do what he usually does to you, you decide to handle this on your own.

"You can still fuck me..." you say, grinning. "We have all night till tomorrow to find a way... a position you want me to be in."

"Fucking hell, babe." He grunts, sounding excited and turned on.

You adjust your position, making sure you can access him easily. Him meaning his long veiny length that's already leaking.

"Shit! Ah!" His mouth drops the second you hold onto him. His eyebrows is showing how he's loving the way you stroke and pump him. "Babe..." he moans. "Babe... aaaaahhh..." he throws his head back, his hands on his hair, trying to hold on to reality coz he is floating in heaven right now.

"Should I... let the tip touch me?"

"Touch... you?" He looks at you, brows furrowed from the high.

You already removed your panties off without him noticing.

"Yes... like this...." you then adjust your position back on top of him and lowered yourself just enough for the tip of his dick feel your entrance.

"Babe, fuck!" He snarls throwing his head back. "Your so damn wet already..."

You let him feel the wetness for awhile before you ease him in you.

"Holy... shiiiiit!"

"Ngggeeeaaah..." you breathe in as you suck him in whole.

"You're doing great babe." He pushes the hair off your face. "Don't rush it... just... feel it... feel me..."

When he's completely in you, you didn't move. You just hugged your man and took a breather.

"I can't believe my little fairy is being so daring..."

"Because I want to give you what you want... what you need..." you mumble on his neck.

"Babe, you know I can wait till I'm healed and ready to fuck you..."

"I know..." you look him in his eyes, "but I miss it too..."

"You do?"

You nod. "Us video calling... while we... you know... is not enough... I thought it was enough... but when I saw you earlier... I really did missed you more than I can imagine."

"You miss my dick?" He tease

"Babe!" You hide your face on his neck again.

"Ugh..." he suddenly moans. "Wow. I didn't know you get tigher when I tease you."

Seungcheol starts to move his hips a little, to ease dipper into you.

"Ah..." you exhale shakily. "Cheolie...hmmm...."

"You like that?"

"I do."

Then you start to move yourself.

You leaned back a little, pushing forward and pulling backward in motion to meet his slow but deep thrusting.

"Cheolie..." you cry his name as you feel like reaching your climax.

"Just let it go..."

"Fuck!" You throw your head back, panting and shaking. "Come with me..." you say, "come....with me..." you clentch more down there, making him feel the tightness.

"But babe..." biting on his lips, hissing and trying to control himself. "We don't have condoms."

"I don't care." You lean in for a sloppy kiss. "Come with me. I need to see you... melt with me..."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Babe..."

"Please..." you beg, "I want to feel it..."

"Fuck it!" He snarls as he goes to squeeze your ass under your skirt as he picks up the pace with you

It's amazing how strong he is. Even with an injured leg he could lift his hips to meet yours.

"Aaah!!" You moan as loudly as you can as you felt something in you pop.

He growls as soon as feel his length starts to release and feel the warmth in you.

"Fuck babe..." he is panting. "Our first time you being on top..."

Embarassed after your orgasm, you hug your man and hide your face again. "I only did what I know and can..."

"You did amazing... your handjob is what I needed to get me into the a frenzy." Then he kisses the top of your head. "I fucking love you... whatever you do... makes me love you even more..."

"I love you too..." you go for a kiss again. But then burst into a giggle when you felt him move. "You are still in me... I can feel you."

A smile spread over his lips, "Maybe we should continue this on my bed. I can do other positions and pump more in you if you want."

You grin, blushing. "I'd love to."

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ink & innocence - 18 *

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hiii! i might start making little outfit/vibe inspos for certain chapters. :-) enjoy my first smut chapter! also i'm too lazy to write the kind of smut the story entails but they dont fully do it here !! enjoyyy!

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"Come see me soon, okay?"

Harry leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. Aspen nodded, buried in Harry's shirt shr had stolen. He brushed a few strands of hair behind her ear before leaning down to press another kiss to her lips. "Bye, sugar. See you later, yeah?"

As Harry disappeared down the hall, Aspen turned around and closed the door with a content sigh. Her eyes scanned over the empty solo cups and her now empty apartment, as Isobel headed home with Zayn.

Aspen stood in the now-quiet apartment, the stillness a stark contrast to the lively chaos that had filled the space just hours ago. Her fingers brushed over her lips, still tingling from Harry's goodbye kiss. She hugged his oversized shirt tighter around herself, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne that lingered on the fabric—a mix of cedarwood and something uniquely him.

The girl glanced around the room, taking in the aftermath of their gathering. Solo cups dotted the coffee table, a few crumpled napkins lay on the floor, and the faint scent of alcohol and chips hung in the air. A soft smile played on her lips as she started tidying up, her mind replaying moments from the night.

As she moved through the space, Aspen carefully stacked the cups into a pile, tossing them into the trash bag she had retrieved from the kitchen. Her hands worked methodically, but her mind drifted. She thought about Harry, the way he had looked at her tonight with such tenderness, the way he always seemed to know how to make her feel special even in a room full of people. Her heart fluttered as she recalled the warmth of his touch, the way his deep laugh filled the room like a melody she never wanted to stop hearing.

Aspen carried the garbage bag to the kitchen and began wiping down the counters, humming softly to herself. Her thoughts shifted to how natural it felt to have Harry in her space, to share these moments of quiet intimacy with him. The apartment felt emptier now that he was gone, but the warmth he left behind lingered.

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Later that evening, Aspen stood in her bedroom, sorting through her wardrobe. The sun was beginning to set, casting a soft golden light through the sheer curtains. Her hair was pinned back with delicate clips to keep it out of her face as she sat at her vanity, organizing her makeup. She decided on a soft, natural look, something that felt effortless but made her feel confident.

As she swept a rosy blush across her cheeks, her thoughts wandered back to Harry. She smiled faintly, recalling the way he had stolen her juice box earlier. His playful grin, the way he teased her without ever crossing a line—it all made her feel seen, cared for. The way he said goodbye lingered in her mind. Come see me soon, okay? The words felt like a promise, one she was eager to keep. Harry had a lonely night at the shop tonight, just wanting to finish up on some paperwork and hopefully a few sketches and he noted multiple times how he would love Aspen's company.

Aspen moved to her closet and pulled out a satin floral long skirt she hadn’t worn in a while. She had just gotten off of her time of the month and was looking forward to dressing up a bit anyways. The fabric shimmered subtly in the evening light, the delicate pattern of soft pinks and greens feeling perfect for the warm evening ahead. She paired it with a white lace tank top, forgoing a bra, as the intricate details of the lace added a touch of elegance and femininity.

The girl sat on her bed for a moment, just smiling to herself as she thought of Harry. Harry, Harry, Harry. She was still in complete awe of him and how he was her boyfriend. If anyone were to ask the girl when she first heard of him, she would absolutely deny the possibility of her even coming close to Harry Styles or vice versa, but now she wouldn't have it any other way. Everything from his tattoos which were delicately and intricately placed, each with a story, she was sure, to the change of polish every week or two that lingered on his fingernails, to his gorgeous curls. She could go on and on, thinking about the sharp curve of his brows or the glint in his green eyes when he looked at her. How he would spin his lip ring around mid conversation while he was thinking, or how he would twist his rings using the sides of the surrounding fingers.

Aspen fluttered her eyes shut and, something she had never done, pressed her thighs together. She surprised herself at first, sitting fully up. A red hot rushed to her cheeks as the thought settled into her mind. She was a virgin, but she wasn't stupid. The girl brushed her hair back and cleared her throat, her cheeks still on fire yet she chose to brush it out of her head for now.

She stood in front of her full-length mirror, adjusting the waistband of the skirt and smoothing down the tank top. The outfit made her feel beautiful, but it also made her think about what Harry might say when he saw her. Would he notice the way the fabric flowed around her legs, or the way the lace hugged her figure? The thought made her cheeks flush slightly, but she smiled at herself in the mirror.

Slipping on a pair of simple sandals, she added a few accessories—a dainty gold necklace and matching earrings. She spritzed on her favorite perfume, a light floral scent, and stepped back to look at herself one last time. Satisfied, she grabbed her phone and sent Harry a quick text:

Aspen: on my way!! x

With that, Aspen grabbed her bag and headed toward the door, feeling a mix of excitement and anticipation to see her boyfriend once again.

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Aspen pushed open the glass door of the tattoo shop, the soft chime of the bell announcing her arrival. The space was dimly lit, the warm glow of the overhead lights bouncing off the red-accented walls. Artwork adorned the space, each piece vibrant and unique, a reflection of Zayn and Harry’s creative talents. The faint scent of disinfectant mingled with the earthy aroma of leather chairs and faint whiffs of ink.

She spotted Harry in his office through the partially open door, hunched over his desk. His dark curls peeked out from under a backwards baseball cap, and his black Rage Against the Machine shirt clung to his broad shoulders. He was scribbling something in his sketchbook, a slight furrow in his brow as he concentrated. The sight of him, so absorbed in his work, brought a soft smile to Aspen’s face.

Harry glanced up as she approached, his features softening instantly. He stood, his grin spreading wide as his eyes trailed over her outfit. “Bloody hell, you look gorgeous,” he said, setting his pencil down and walking toward her. His hands found her hips instinctively, his thumbs brushing over the silky fabric of her skirt. “This skirt is... somethin' else,” he murmured, his voice low as he leaned down to kiss her softly.

Aspen’s cheeks flushed at his touch, her fingers lightly resting on his chest. “Thank you,” she whispered, her smile shy but genuine.

Harry pulled back just enough to look into her eyes, his expression tender. “You’re going to distract me all night, you know that?”

Before she could respond, the sharp ring of the shop’s phone interrupted them. Harry groaned, resting his forehead against hers briefly before pulling away. “Hold that thought,” he said with a smirk, heading to the desk in the corner of the office.

Aspen watched as he picked up the receiver. “Yeah?” he said, his tone lightening when he realized it was Niall. Harry leaned back in his chair, one foot propped on the desk as he talked, his free hand gesturing animatedly.

Aspen wandered over to the small sofa tucked against the wall and sat down, pulling a book from her bag. She opened it to the bookmarked page, but her eyes kept drifting to Harry. He looked so at ease, effortlessly charming even in mundane moments like this. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the desk as he talked, his head tilting slightly when he laughed at something Niall said.

She tried to focus on the words in front of her, but the steady cadence of Harry’s voice was comforting, a background melody she couldn’t ignore. Eventually, she gave up on reading altogether, her gaze settling on him. There was something magnetic about the way he worked—how his hand moved fluidly across the paper when he returned to his sketches, how his brows furrowed slightly in concentration.

Harry hung up the phone after a few minutes, spinning his chair to face her. He caught her staring and grinned. “Am I that fascinating?” he teased, setting his sketchbook down and leaning back in his chair.

Aspen shrugged, a small smile playing on her lips. “Maybe a little,” she admitted, tucking a stray curl behind her ear.

Harry chuckled, standing up and stretching before walking over to sit beside her with his folders and pens. “You know, you’re not exactly subtle,” he said, his tone teasing but affectionate.

She laughed softly, leaning her head against his shoulder. “I just like being here with you,” she said quietly. “Even if it’s just sitting in silence.”

Harry wrapped an arm around her, pulling her closer. “Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “Me too, sugar. Me too.”

The two of them sat there, the hum of the shop and the occasional scratching of Harry’s pencil filling the room. Aspen didn’t need to read her book, and Harry didn’t need to say much. Their presence was enough, a silent rhythm of comfort and understanding that neither of them wanted to break.

However, thoughts from earlier flooded her mind, when she had been sitting in her bed. How her thoughts got lost in a sea of Harry, his hands, his looks, his mouth. A blush crept back onto her cheeks, hidden by her hair as she diverted her gaze to the book she was reading in hopes it would distract her. But nothing seemed to work, as Aspen kept going back to him. She swore she could close her eyes and feel his lips on her neck.

Aspen shifted slightly on the sofa, her cheeks burning as the memory of Harry's lips brushed against her mind. She clenched the book a little tighter, willing herself to focus on the words in front of her, but it was hopeless. Every time she tried, her thoughts would drift back to him—the way his hands lingered on her hips, the way his voice dropped an octave when he spoke her name, the way his lips felt impossibly soft against hers.

The idea of making a move felt both thrilling and terrifying. Harry was always so open, so unabashedly affectionate, yet Aspen still found herself hesitant. What if she crossed an unspoken boundary? What if her desire was too much, too forward? But then again, wasn’t Harry the one who looked at her like she was his entire world? He was always finding ways to touch her, always leaving her feeling like she was the only person who mattered. Maybe—just maybe—he was waiting for her to take the lead.

Her heart raced at the thought, her pulse quickening as she stole a glance at him. He was focused on his sketchbook again, the faint crease in his brow signaling his concentration. Aspen admired the way his fingers moved so effortlessly, the veins in his hands visible as he worked. Her stomach flipped as she imagined what those hands might feel like trailing up her back, pulling her closer. The thought sent a shiver down her spine, and she quickly looked away, burying her face in her book to hide her flushed cheeks.

Should I just do it? she wondered, biting her lip nervously. Harry had always been patient with her, never pushing her beyond what she was comfortable with. But maybe it was time for her to show him that she wanted him just as much—that she wasn’t afraid to meet him halfway.

Finally, she closed the book carefully and set it beside her, her hands nervously fiddling in her lap. "Harry?," She squeaked out eventually. He didn't look up, sharing a slight glance but stayed concentrated on his book. "Yeah, babe?"

"Are you.. busy?" The girl nervously bit the inside of her lip, her eyes darting from his concentrated look to the book and how his hands moved, mentally cursing herself. Of course he was busy, you idi--.

"No, baby. Not really. Why? What's up?" Oh. Okay, good.

Aspen swallowed and shifted in her seat to turn towards Harry, and his hand around her gently caressed her bare shoulder, her cardigan laid beside her. With a breath, she finally spoke. If he said no, he would be nice about it, at least. Plus, it was just Harry. But that was the exact issue. It was Harry.

"I was thinking we could try something new." Now, Harry wasn't looking at her, but he didn't have to for her to know how attentive he was. He always responded, and his shoulder touches grounded her even more.

"Oh, yeah? What're we thinkin', daredevil? Ready to go t'the duck park?" He grinned, amusing himself now. She only huffed and swatted his arm lightly. He knew that was a fear of hers. Has nobody seen how scary ducks are, especially when they're heavily food driven?!

"No," she squeaked, a pink rush rising to her cheeks from her neck. "I..." Come on, Aspen. "I was thinking we could try something new." Despite her shy and stuttered movements, her hand moved further up his arm and rested on his chest.

"Oh." Now that got Harry's attention. He glanced down at the hand on his chest, closing his book with the pencil between and setting it to the side. The mans tongue poked out to wet his lips as he took her hand, shifting himself to look at her. With scattered kisses to her knuckles, he asked her, "And what is it that you want to try?"

Aspen felt a wave of relief hit her. It wasn't explicitly stated yet that he would want to, but at least he didn't tell her to bug off and that he would rather work. But who was Aspen kidding? Harry would walk away from a burning building full of innocent lives if it meant Aspen offered him a kiss.

"I don't know yet," the girl squeaked, but Harry's hand that came to tilt her chin up stopped her from looking away shyly. "I don't... think we should go all the way yet, but maybe.. something small. Steps, I guess." She sucked in a breath in embarrassment.

The word 'yet' strangely went straight down Harry's spine. It made him feel more than good to know she trusted him enough to let them get that far eventually. The mans thumb grazed under her bottom lip, his green eyes flickering over her soft features. A small smile cracked his lips.

"Yeah? We can do tha', baby. I agree with you, not jus' yet, but there's plenty we could do, yeah? Thank you f'trusting me, Asp." The man kissed her knuckles again before he tilted his head down to capture her lips between his in a slow kiss.

"If y'don't know, why don't we start how we usually do? And I'll go slow, won't skip a step or anythin'. You can tell me what's okay, 'nd wha's not okay. But I want words when I ask you something, okay? 's important to know what you like and don't like, it helps the both of us feel good." Aspen nodded, but quickly replaced it with a 'yes' which made Harry smile some more.

Carefully, Harry got them into a position where he could comfortably hover above her and made she was settled and comfortable under him. Her arms snaked around the mans broad shoulders when he came down to slot their lips together. Harry moved his lips carefully with hers, taking it slow, though he was always ready to have her.

He swiped his tongue along her bottom lip and like routine, she opened for him. The man's tongue carded through her mouth, a content sound escaping his nose at the feeling. She was warm, and she never failed to taste sweet. He hoped he could say that about something else tonight, too.

Just before Aspen could turn her head and deepen the kiss, Harry began to trail his kisses down her neck. It was normal for him to break off, but this time, his kisses were different. They were slow and he seemed to drag them out, grazing his teeth near the curve of her neck. Harry took her heavy breaths as a sign for him to keep going. He used his teeth teasingly a few times more, brushing over that special spot that always elicited a perfect sound from her, this time no different.

He smirked slightly, kissing over the area. "Tell me if y'want to stop," His voice trailed off into her neck as she tilted to give him more access. Harry's wet lips parted and he slowly latched onto the side of her neck. After a second or two, the feeling of his teeth over the spot came and she gasped. It wasn't uncomfortable, but surely was different. Her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a small whimper when he repeated the action slightly lower, except she felt the slick of his tongue up her neck and over the marks he left.

Harry sat up on his knee slightly and set a hand on the curve of her shoulder, his thumb brushing over the two small bites he left with a satisfied smirk. "There, now you're mine," the man muttered as he leaned back down to get back to work, trailing his kisses down her collarbones.

"Always been yours, Har.." She breathed out, her hands swarming his curls now. He groaned against her skin at Aspen's words, nudging her with his nose before he kissed along the hem of her tank top. A leather sofa wouldn't exactly be the best to lay down shirtless, so he continued to trail his kisses down the center of her chest.

When Aspen mustered the strength to open her eyes once more, she swore she could pass out at the sight. He was looking back up at her, his mouth blotting kisses over her tits, lips grazing over her nipples through her tank top. "Is this okay?" He muttered, and Aspen almost shouted a big yes.

"Y-yeah," the girl nodded, playing with the curls between her hand under the cusp of his hat. She licked her lips slowly, her brows furrowing slightly when she felt Harry's lips wrap around her bud over her shirt. Aspen gasped and lifted her chest to match Harry, his free hand coming up to cup her breast. He kept a firm squeeze, his thumb occasionally brushing over her nipple while his mouth continued with their wet kisses down her stomach.

She was perfect, Harry thought. Every curve, every sound, how soft she was. The way she seemed to respond seemed perfect to him, like music to his ears. The man shifted his body, now planted between her legs with his arms holding him up by her hips. "Do you remember what I told you? Tell me whe--."

"Yes, Harry. I know, just... keep going. It's okay." Harry chuckled softly at her eagerness, but with more of a confident base, his hands folded up the end of her shirt to expose her stomach, where his lips immediately landed.

Harry mouthed wet kisses over, trailing down to the hem of her skirt. While his lips moved, the both of his hands slid down her clothed thigh under they reached the end of her skirt where they slipped under slowly. As his hands traveled back up her bare legs and her glorious thighs, the skirt bunched over her hips perfectly. When Harry had pulled back to sit up, he couldn't help but have his eyes roam over her body. They took in her red lips and flustered face, her damp tank top, her exposed soft skin of her stomach, and her white panties, a pretty pink bow sitting on the front hem.

Aspen blushed at the sudden exposure, but didn't halt him. If she knew her skirt would be coming up, she wouldn't put on something prettier. But Harry didn't seem to mind as the word "fuck" fell off his lips while his hands took ahold of her thighs to slowly spread them. He looked back up at her to see if she was uncomfortable at all, but nothing looked off so he continued.

"Now, I know you told me to shut up," Harry teased his words, which made her puff out a 'I didn't say shut up', "but I want t'tell you what I plan to do." The mans hands came to rest on her hips, his thumbs slowly coming to a close over the front of her panties. He hummed, running his fingers over the soft mound while he looked up at her once more. "Look at me."

Aspen peeled her eyes open, swallowing to ease her dry throat and she looked down at Harry, with a new flicker in his eyes. Want.

"Good girl," He kissed her knee, his hands sliding up the soft sides of her thighs before they returned to their original position. Aspen's heart fluttered at the pet name, followed by a coil in her stomach.

"I don't have to take these off, but I want to touch you. Over your clit, maybe inside you a bit. And then 'm going to use my tongue to lick you, or eat you out. 'S that sounding okay?"

Aspen swallowed once more and took a breath in through her nose. She couldn't even focus on being nervous or embarrassed anymore, just how Harry's thumb gently tapped over her. "Yes, that's... that's okay." She nodded.

Harry's lips turned up into a smile and he kissed her knee once more, his fingers now running down the fold of her pussy through her panties. "Good. Don't forget what I told you."

Aspen wasn't sure which part he was talking about, as she would prefer if he would be more show than talk. Almost on cue, his thumb pressed over her clothed clit, which sent a thrill up her spine. She gasped softly, lying back down with a new thump in her heart which she swore she and Harry could feel between her legs.

Harry kept the light pressure as he ran up and down her slit over the white cotton panties, dipping a bit deeper when he brushed over her entrance. He licked his lips as he was met with the immediate mush of wet. She was wet for him and he couldn't help but think for how long.

The man's finger hooked onto the side of her panties with one hand, slowly peeling it to the side. Harry couldn't help but stare. She was so... perfect. The man tucked the fabric into the side of her thigh, his fingers now focused on pulling her open. Harry wasn't some sick freak, but she genuinely was crafted perfectly. Her soft skin and lips that held her beautiful pink insides, her sweet bud of her clit on full show between her folds. Okay, maybe he was a sick freak. But just for her.

He groaned softly at the bundle of slick that coated her entirely. Without a second thought, his thumb dipped down between her folds and over her entrance, collecting the slick to travel back up over her clit. It was like the feeling was an immediate shock. With each small, teasing swirl, Aspen whimpered. Fueled by her reaction, the man added a bit more pressure, fully giving into his touches now. The girl's lips broke out into a moan, her hips buckling ever so slightly.

"How does it feel, Aspen?" Hearing her name snapped her half out of reality, and breathy moans continued to follow in her response. "I-it' feels good, Harry. Really... good." She licked her lips and whined once more at the loss of contact, just to feel the pad of his thumb prodding at her entrance. She gasped out a moan, the soft squelches of the repeated action hitting Harry's ears beautifully.

Harry licked his lips, deciding he couldn't wait any longer. It had been a long time since he felt the want to do this to a woman, but with Aspen, he kind of knew from the moment he saw her. There was no way he could avoid that. In fact, most times when he had his fist wrapped around himself, thoughts of eating her out would flood his mind. The orgasm wasn't that hard to chase after that, but the guilt was sure hard to shake.

Now, Harry got to experience it first hand. He ducked his head down between her thighs, his hands sliding along the sides of her thighs so his arms could snake around her folded legs. The man's breath fanned out over the girl's inner thighs, his lips lightly scattering kisses on the inside of her thighs and down to just outside where she needed.

"Harry," Aspen whispered, more in want than to call him. Yet he looked up, his lips still working kisses onto the inside of her thighs. She almost fainted at the sight. She shook her head and fell back once more, her now bare foot grazing along his back. "Please..."

Satisfied, Harry pressed a flat kiss to her clit, which sent a pleasurable shock through her. His tongue flattened out along the curve of her pussy before he skillfully dipped in between and along her folds. He avoided her clit for a few teasing moment, melting into the sweet warmth of her cunt. Harry let out a moan on his own at just the feeling on his mouth, eyes flickering up to look at her through the hard peaks of her nipples to see how her reddened lips fell open.

The man closed his eyes and took a breath, swiping the muscle over her clit with ease and focused on swirls for a moment. Aspen continued her breathless moans, the rest falling into her palm. Once Harry noticed, he was quick to reach up and tug her arm away to reveal her breathy and needy moans. A whimper followed by a grind of her hips followed when his tongue prodded at her entrance. Slowly, he inched the tip of his tongue in and groaned against her, working his tongue back up to her clit.

Aspen felt like she was on fire. Everything she never knew she could feel, she was feeling with Harry. She gasped at the cool of his lip ring, replaced by a small cry of a moan when his tongue entered her once again. The heels of her feet dug into his shoulder blades, her hands finding home in his curls once she fumbled with the hat to toss it aside.

When Harry gave a particular dip inside her entrance and a sweet swirl over her clit, Aspen's manicured nails wrapped around his curls and pulled at them slightly, which drew out a groan from Harry. "S-sorry," she squeaked, letting go of her grip.

He popped off with a wet noise, his lips shining with her wet. "Do what you want, okay? I enjoy it," Harry promised before he was face deep into her thighs once more. Taking his word, her fingers curled around his hair. With every jolt to her body, every arch, she tugged at his curls. And every time he had moaned or groaned, the vibration only added to the pleasure.

It wasn't long until Aspen felt a coil in her stomach. "H-Harry, stop, I-I have to--."

Aspen couldn't define the feeling. The intense pressure mixed with what Harry was giving her had her chest rising quick and high, her thighs threatening to close, only to have Harry pull them back open. Harry shook his head, flattening his tongue back over her clit as she did so. "You're jus' gonna cum, trust y'self." His hands worked soothing motions over the girls thighs while his words muttered out over her slick cunt.

Aspen's eyes screwed shut, her grip on his curls tightening as she rolled her hips. "H-Harry!" She cried out, her hips faltering while Harry practically drank her in. She came quick and with ease, her orgasm ripping through her. His motions were fluid and quick yet sent so many shocks up her body to the point she couldn't move.

Harry continued to slowly and gently lap her clean, taking in everything she gave until she started to shy away and whimper. "H-hurts," she gasped, yet something about it made her want Harry to stay there.

The man pulled up with trailing kisses over her heat and inner thighs, his lips and chin slick with her mess. Harry licked his lips and flashed her a lopsided grin. His thumbs worked slow and careful shapes into her thighs, trying to soothe her. Aspens bent legs fell flat as she tried to regulate her breathing, cheeks burning red.

"You did so, so good," Harry praised as he leaned over to kiss her lips softly multiple times until she giggled breathlessly against his. "God, Aspen. 'M so proud of you, y'have no idea."

Harry lingered above Aspen, brushing a strand of damp hair from her forehead as he gazed down at her with a tenderness that made her heart ache. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her body still trembling from the aftermath of what they had just shared. His praise echoed in her mind, wrapping around her like a comforting embrace, though her cheeks were still flushed with embarrassment and exhilaration.

“You okay?” Harry asked softly, his voice low and warm. His hand cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing over her skin in soothing strokes.

Aspen nodded, her lips curving into a small, shy smile. “Yeah,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “I’m so okay.”

Harry’s grin widened, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he leaned down to press a lingering kiss to her forehead. “Stay here, sugar. I’ll be right back,” he murmured, his words a gentle promise.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, slipping off the couch and disappearing into the bathroom just outside of his office. Aspen shifted slightly, wincing as the sensitive skin of her thighs protested the movement. She reached for the hem of the skirt she wore, intending to tug it down, but her hands faltered as the vulnerability of the moment settled over her. Despite her initial shyness, she felt an overwhelming sense of trust—an intimacy she had never experienced before.

Harry returned moments later with a warm washcloth and a glass of water. He set the glass on the table beside them and knelt by the end of the couch, his expression soft and intent as he reached for her. “Let me take care of you, yeah?” he said, his voice filled with quiet devotion.

Aspen hesitated for a moment, then nodded, her trust in him overriding her embarrassment. Harry carefully lifted her legs, his touch gentle as he cleaned her with the washcloth. He worked with a focused tenderness, his movements unhurried and respectful, as if he understood the weight of her vulnerability. After each wipe, he left a grateful kiss.

“You’re amazing, y’know that?” Harry said softly, his eyes flicking up to meet hers as he pressed the cloth against her skin. “So beautiful. So perfect.”

Aspen’s lips parted, her breath catching at his words. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, not from sadness but from the overwhelming emotion of the moment. Her lips cracked into a lazy smile regardless. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “For... everything.”

Harry’s brows knit together in concern as he reached up to brush the tear away with his thumb. “No need t'thank me,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “I meant every word, Asp baby. 'M the lucky one here.”

After he was finished, Harry set the washcloth aside and climbed back onto the couch, pulling Aspen into his arms. She melted against him, her cheek resting against his chest as his fingers traced soothing patterns on her back. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear was grounding, and she felt herself relax completely in his embrace.

“Drink some water for me, yeah?” Harry coaxed, reaching for the glass on the nightstand. He held it to her lips, watching with a small smile as she obediently took a sip.

As the minutes passed, the silence between them was filled with an unspoken understanding, a bond that felt unbreakable. Harry pressed a kiss to the top of her head, his lips lingering as he whispered, “I’ll always take care 'f you, Asp. Always.”

Aspen tightened her arms around him, her heart swelling with gratitude and love. In that moment, she knew with certainty that Harry wasn’t just her partner—he was her safe place, her home. And for the first time in a long time, she felt truly and completely cherished.

She made a mental note to definitely return the favor soon.

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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Sleepover w/ the digital circus cast

been a while since ive written this style of post for tadc, but im on my computer again so hopefully writing so much wont be too grating! reminder that i do not currently take requests for the entire cast in one post-

notes: reader is gn, not really romantic, written with the idea that everyone is having a sleepover in the main area of the circus

cws: bugs

caine

does not sleep but he wants to feel included, hes the one providing the games and activities for the night, as well as bedding for everyone to use

pretends to sleep, probably totally incapable of sleeping unlike the circus members... fake snores to try to sell it and make it convincing but all it does is it keeps everyone else awake

the games mentioned are usually an exaggerated and insane version of them- truth or dare but if you lie or refuse a dare you were given you get locked in the cellar/j

oh he definitely would try to get some juicy conversation with you or another circus member- god forbid you show some small sign that youre crushing on someone, hes not going to leave you alone

even worse if he finds out you actually do and who it is

his version of spin the bottle might get a little insane, knowing him.. definitely rigs it lands on whoever you like

pomni

not very interested, but if this takes place post episode 2 shes more inclined to join everyone for the night to get to know everyone better

if you two have grown close she sticks with you during the insane games caine has set out

completely opts out of any games that look way too intense but she probably gets roped into it by some of the others- or simply being swept into the chaos

sleeps off to the corner a bit away from everyone else so she can at least try to get a good nights sleep

if SOMEONE (jax, or even caine) gets too overwhelming or annoying she just gets up and goes to her room... you might be able to coax her back out

ragatha

as mentioned in jax's section, she offers to let you lay next to her if jax is bothering you

if you ask her, she does your hair before you go to bed. brushing through it and if its long enough she ties/braids it up for you

if you have a sleep set- unlikely given that they cant take their clothes off but we can pretend caine snapped his fingers and changed everyones clothing or something- she compliments how it looks.. if its cute or if it looks comfortable

if youre still awake and open to it she talks to you quietly when she cant sleep, its actually a nice change of pace against the chaos of when everyone else was awake

you dont talk about much, you just check in on each other and ramble about nothing in specific... keep it down or caine will come on over and try to insert himself

jax

hes the reason the cw is here, hes going to put bugs in your blankets if you guys arent sharing his room. if the two of you are in your room, or if you guys are in the common area hes going to do it.. or put something else thats unpleasant there..

thinks its funny, knowing him he might actually laugh a little off to the side as you thrash your sleeping bag around

snack hoarder, especially if theres candy- good luck trying to get more than a handful from him, hes not much of a sharer

tries to play everything off when someone offers to let you come lay down next to them for the night- likely ragatha

tells the most grotequse and horrifying stories before everyone else goes to sleep

"first person game mcs dont blink" is said as everyone is trying to unwind or something along those lines

kinger

has the softest and comfiest pillows and blankets, from his fort of course! likely sleeps in it rather than out and exposed on the floor with everyone else

makes it a little larger so you can crawl inside with him- its a lot calmer in here than anything thats happening out there

small talk, you both talk about your interests though due to kingers nature the conversation bounces around a lot

he doesnt participate in the games for the most part, especially if its after a high energy adventure... hes a little drained after the day- physically and mentally

sleeps with at least an arms length of space between the two of you unless you tell him youre comfortable with him being closer

dad snores

zooble

not very interested, probably stays in their room for most of the night if not the entire night

if theyre around when jax is telling scary stories they just roll their eyes... theyve heard worse

zooble being a horror/disturbing media fan headcanon my beloved, they probably try to one up him... though theyre not taking it very seriously. theyre not all that interested in winning, but jax is and hes going to get annoying

if they go out and interact with everyone else, theyll go to their room when theyre ready to sleep. they dont want to sleep on the floor in some sleeping bag.. offers to walk you to your room if the horror talk got to you

gangle

sits in her own corner doing her own thing, you can convince her to join in on the more tame games if you promise to stick with her

sticks around with you after that but like... lingering to the side, not really glued to your side because she doesnt want to invade your personal space or make you feel uncomfortable

very quiet if you offer to let her lay down next to her in the night

its a little less awkward if her comedy mask isnt broken but knowing how fragile it is, its unlikely

refuses to participate in any games like 2 truths 1 lie or truth or dare- she just knows jax is going to hang whatever she says over her head even if hes not the one asking her questions

#tadc x reader #tadc x you #tadc imagine #the amazing digital circus x reader #the amazing digital circus x you #the amazing digital circus imagine #digital circus x reader #digital circus x you #digital circus imagine #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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mintedwitcher · 2 months ago

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Im the new person from earlier and while I would love a calm fandom I've been around for a while and know that that's a pipe dream, (loved the reylo death threats phase hopefully this ship war never progresses that far) and honestly it can be fun reading the discourse. Luckily I also know how to filter tags and block people. But yeah. I have dreams for what I'd want to happen in s9 but I will not be getting my hopes up. Really just want a nice fulfilled story line for the characters but I would not put my money on it actually happening. As long as they dont pull another Kim level character assassination, I truly cannot see a real way that situation is ever fully resolved even if we have multiple family therapy episodes with chris and eddie, I'll probably be happy enough and if not there'll still be fanfiction.

My most secret of secrets i love the concept of Eddie's character but in the show I cannot stand him at times even if I stan a messy queen. I will never understand the thought process of the whole Kim of it all. Him and Marisol were on the fast track to breaking up anyways if he couldn't figure out his whole issue of her having been training to be a nun and if chris' actor was needing a break he would have just visited his grandparents they didn't need to come and take him??!! Chris, abuela, and pepa are the only diaz I need on the show, the rest take it or leave it.

I have to say, from a writer's perspective, I enjoyed the Kim drama. It was a new relationship issue that we haven't seen Eddie deal with before, and the consequences were actually really interesting. The problem, in my opinion, is the lack of commitment to those consequences.

Chris left, Eddie did nothing. Chris stayed away, Eddie did nothing. Then suddenly he decides he needs to be there - not because he actually feels remorseful for what he did or that he understands where he fucked up, but because his parents were essentially "taking over" Chris's milestones. He felt left out, so he forced himself into that space, without actually taking any accountability for what he did to create that situation in the first place. He never talks to Chris about what happened, Chris is not shown to hold any lingering emotion about the situation once Eddie arrives, and things get miraculously "fixed" by Eddie declaring that Chris has to live with him again, "whether you like it or not".

That, to me, is where the narrative falls apart. Because this whole situation could have been a really good, important progression for Eddie's character. He could have taken accountability, realised that he has trouble with commitment and relationships and intimacy, he could have gone to therapy to discuss his still-present grief over Shannon. He could have gone to Texas much sooner and talked to his son about what actually happened, instead of trying to brush it aside and lovebomb Chris the way he did. This could have been a really pivotal time for Eddie as a character, but it was wasted, because the show couldn't commit to the consequences they'd already put in place.

As for the Diaz parents, the fact of the matter is that Chris does not have a close relationship with them, and hasn't for years. That's deliberate, to show us - and Eddie - just how badly Eddie has fucked up, that Chris would rather be in Texas with his grandparents that he's not all that close with, instead of staying in LA with his father.

I don't think the Kim arc is "character assassination" (because really, it isn't). I think it had a good start, but they fumbled the aftermath, and that weakens the entire arc. I also don't believe at all that this entire arc was conceptualised just as a way to give Gavin time off by writing Chris out for a while. That is far too much effort when they could just have Eddie say that Chris is staying with Pepa, for example, or having the scenes written around Chris's absence, like they did in season 5 (iirc) when Eddie and Chris went to El Paso for Ramon's retirement party.

#911 abc #this got long but yk #i have Opinions #anyway #eddie diaz critical #anti eddie diaz #just in case #asks #anon

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saiintvalentiine · 7 months ago

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Concept where Wato doesn’t meet Wifies until after the End Barrens and when he sees him he’s just. Idek what she’d feel but there’s another drabble request 😭

i dont think i really understood this prompt super well??? so hopefully the fic came out fine :')

Word count: 394

Seeing another person is like a bruise. Their silhouette, their palette, their noise, it all aches fiercely. It’s even stranger that it’s Wifies. Wifies isn’t someone who has ever “hurt” Wato, not this particular Wifies at least. This is Wifies tamed, softened into putty between Wato and Ken’s attentions and care.

It shouldn’t hurt to see Wifies.

“Wato! You’re back.”

Wifies smiles, bedrock dust in his hair and redstone slipping through his fingers. Wato came looking for him. It was so odd, not having Wifies there. Ken left, but Wifies never came with them. Wato hasn’t seen Wifies in a hundred days. They can’t think of a stretch of time where they haven’t seen Wifies that’s even a fourth of that.

It was just Wato and Ken again for a while, how they'd been for so long. They both always had other friends, other circles, but like binary stars, they were always in step. But even then, even with the nostalgic familiarity, Wifies's absence had been palpable. Their quiet, reliable third was absent. Busy.

And then Ken had left, and there was no Wifies to soothe the argument or ease the loneliness. There had been nothing for 100 wretched days.

Wato hops down from the roof of the escape room Wifies is working on and lands near him. Wifies dusts his hands off and shakes his hair out, turning into a human plume of dust.

“How was it?” Wifies asks, getting closer. “Was it hard? Where's Ken?”

Wato opens their mouth to let out some kind of answer, but what comes out instead is, “I missed you so much.”

Wifies pauses, smiling shyly like he's surprised he's been missed.

“I missed you too,” Wifies says.

Would Wifies have stuck around if he'd been there? Would he have followed Ken out of spawn off to adventure? Would he have died and returned to spawn with stories, laughing quietly at how silly the whole thing was?

Would he have listened? Would he have been there to watch Wato succeed?

“I really, really missed you,” Wato says, voice cracking embarrassingly.

Wifies stops smiling. He reaches out and rests his hand on Wato's arm. Wato feels their eyes water. Throwing their arms around Wifies, it's all they can do to not collapse onto him in sobs. Wifies hugs him back, squeezing Wato tight.

Wato missed him so much.

#ask #strawberrus0da #wato1876 #wifies #saiintly apocrypha #saiintly hymn

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itchyandtwitchy · 7 days ago

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Sorry I’m back! Let me know if all these questions get annoying lol (I’m on summer break from uni and have nothing to do)

1. What are you gonna do on this long super important trip if Husband is allergic to everything and Professor has a crappy immune system? I frankly would melt into a puddle of embarrassment 😭

2. Do you usually speak Russian or English with Husband? I’m assuming your thesis is in Russian?

3. Please share any cute sneezy interactions between these men because they restore my faith in humanity 😩

HELLO, never apologize! These are keeping me entertained as much as I hope they entertain you so ask away!! It also makes me so happy seeing that people are interested in my fan-fic trope life. Plus it's an excuse to show off my storytelling in a way that's hopefully hot enough for the public.

So this isnt exactly an ob but allow a guy to ramble about his university work for a moment, if you please. Primarily, yes, I speak Russian with Professor if he adresses me in the language, but I speak English to Husband. English is the common denominator language between the three of us despite it not being any of our first languages. That said, my thesis and dissertation are both on the importantance of decolonization and written in a mixture of Native tribal languages.

Okay enough nerding out. The obs you came for are under the cut.

Our long important trip is about a week away and I'm not sure if I'll survive it. Husband has already texted our chat (a few other students and professors are coming along) that Professor has a cold. Our group is heading to my home reservation where both of them will be (maybe hopefully but also I dont want to die) impossibly sneezy. Pollen is part of a lot of tribal rituals that I'll be taking Husband to so stay tuned, you're invited to my funeral. Honestly, Professor might have it better out of the two of them this time unless he gets sick.

I didnt realize how quickly I'm running out of snz stories in the reserves... they'll be replenished soon I'm sure but let me think.

A really funny interaction I've had with Professor is after I had a really bad medical episode and missed his midterm. He summoned me to his office and I was so sure I was going to get despicablely chewed out. Anyway, I go in and he starts laying into me about 'putting health first' and 'never apologize for these things, you are more important than a test'. I was so close to tears and he suddenly pauses, clears his throat, and grabs a tissue while turning away. He pinches it over his nose and waits a second before turning towards me to keep talking. Except he dips forward with a 'GXTCH-uh' and it was so absurdly timed that I started laughing.

This one might feel a little recycled since I talk a lot about Professor being sick in class but you keep feeding the monster so here. So Professor's room is lecture style but since there's only seven of us in the class, we never use the whole space. This means Professor literally just roams around when he isnt teaching like he's Gilligan on his travels or whatever that book was about. Of course, when youre sick, all that walking gets pretty tiring pretty quickly. So he goes on these journeys while sporadically having to sit down and cough or hold his head or just groan in pathetic Russian gibberish. OR (my personal favorite) he'll sneeze and stifle so hard that he plops himself into a chair or has to sit on a desk. This man is such a hazard, SIT DOWN.

Anyway, side question; does anyone want another wav? The constant smoking of my grandparents is making that very easy right now so... BYE

#snzblr #snzario #russianprof #ask and you shall receive #snzobs #my throat is killing me #send help #my professor is sick again but I cant witness it to share with you #only a week until our trip tho!

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ask-fun-facility · 1 month ago

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THE FOREVER FOREST

Happy

The door was left propped open for the containment unit. It opening up to bright blue skys and rollling hills. Trees creating shade in random areas but never too thick. On the grass hill about a few meters away. The director lays staring up at the sky. White giant clouds slowly floating past, covering the land in soft shadows occasionally.

FelixVulpes

There's light padding heard as Pebble slowly walks over before stopping next to the director, her shadow falling across him, 'needed a break today?'

Happy

His horns were instead of over his eyes lazily were slid backwards. His gaze followed the shadow to a pebble. A small twinge of a smile on his lips. [I did, there are still too many things to do.] His hand moved to pat the grass next to him. [what about you?]

FelixVulpes

She sits down next to him, leaning back on her arms to look up at the sky sighing 'I was on a coffee hunt, Morphs assistant dropped off a new top record in the amount of files they can carry, I swear they hoard them until they run out of space instead of walking them down to me in manageable amounts. . . . what's had you overworked today?'

Happy

[its a fight for a budget every quarter. No matter how many things we nuetralize they are refusing to raise it to the amount ive suggested.] A sigh escapes from the directors mouth. [they do, thats why they now have an assistant. Hopefully this one lasts for a while. Hiring process had really turned into a bigger project than i thought. ] A cloud moved over the sun. [do you need any help with your archives?]

FelixVulpes

Pebble huffs out a laugh 'yeah that sounds about right, could always fudge it, say the robots need repairs that they don't really and put the money elsewhere, who's really going to come down here and check' She looks to the side at the director before fully lying down and committing to the work break, 'another one eh, want to place a bet on how long this one lasts? And I can handle the work, if you want to help to escape all the political crap though I'm sure I can find something to help'

Happy

[if they dont raise it how will we fund for a karoake machine] He paused then turned his head slightly before pushing himself somewhat up. [id like that, what would help?]

FelixVulpes

'You could do a bake sale' Pebs jokes laughing, before thinking for a moment, "Well you know I've been trying to digitise all the old files in my spare time, that's a never ending task I'd appreciate help on, I'm not a fan of this electrical filing even if it 'technically' is faster to search, I mean what was wrong with paper and a proper filling system!!" By the end of her rant she seems a little agitated but it's not a new complaint

Happy

[a bake sale.] the idea rolls in his head and he slowly slinks back down into the grass. [i dont know how to bake…or how to cook] Looking back into the sky. The giant cloud uncovered the sun. [I will send carrion, he will be able to help you. I don’t think its wrong, both filing types are just there to do a job. Save our research. May it be through fire or technical issues. Information is better received though for the mind to register when on paper. Having a physical copy creates the ability to receive information without the need of electrical power. It has stored information for decades beyond the humble machine.] He paused then slowly peaked at pebble. [but machine also goes clicky clacky and makes funny sounds.] he decided to cut his information short with the dull voice of a joke. (edited)

FelixVulpes

"I bet the others know how to bake, I've not tried it either though . . . .if we can get people to bake though we'd get to eat cakes, there's no downside" Pebble hums in acknowledgment as the director talks, "I understand it's uses, I just don't like it, also Rok keeps lying on my keyboard and I have to disturb him to use it" She stretches out before getting more comfortable in the sudden shade, "I might have a bit of a nap before I go get that coffee, the work isn't going anywhere, and at least Morphs lab won't send more today. You should do the same, I don't know the last time I saw you have a day off"

Happy

[I’ll ask them. You’re right I dont believe ive had a day off for a long while.] Even with holidays he still worked as the Director. [Maybe a nap would be optimal] his eyes blink before drooping close. [it is warm here.]

#rp #funfacility #director #happy #pebble #felixvulpes #text #THE FOREVER FOREST

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krispdreemurr · 3 months ago

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Okay I'm so sorry for the long ask but your kris knight being witch coded post made something in my brain click

While I'm on the fence on kris knight oh my god you're so right about kris knight being very witch coded, the act of creation but there this thing I have been thinking about when it comes to knighthood in deltarune is that it feels like its about false empowerment, similarly to how witches in umineko hold a lot and very little power at the same time, to be a knight in deltarune is to be given the illusion of power.

It always struck me as off how the title was knight and how king served the knight in chapter 1, when you think about someone in power you dont think of knight you think of princes, kings and queens, knights wield power sure but they're always under the command of something else, their desires are always subsumed by something else

Kris knight would be a knight that not only struggles with our control but might be a knight working under the directions of somebody else (if the take 2 theories are right gaster maybe?), queen tried to make noelle her knight by forcing her own will upon her under the illusion of granting her power to create her own world, and while susie isnt a proper knight, the fact she is described as the dark knight of the party and the fact she acts as noelle's knight in shining armor tells you that despite being the most free character she cannot escape other's expectations and desires

To be a knight, to be a witch, its all false empowerment, its about being given the tools of your undoing and be told that it will grant you power over your fate, when in reality you're playing a role another made for you, you're no director, you are at best just another actor in another's play

you're no longer "you" just a false image

can such "power" ever be worth it? and what pushes someone to accept such power at the cost of themselves? Considering the events that pushed Beatrice to become Beatrice I'm so scared for kris if Kris Knight is revealed to be true

Hopefully I'm making sense? Again sorry for the long ask

no yeah this all absolutely makes sense. if it's okay with you I'm taking this really good post and jumping off into a sort of tangential discussion of things in it and existing thoughts about witches and kris. behind the read more will be like, umineko thematic spoilers ig, so please don't read if you're not into umineko

i absolutely agree that being a witch is about false empowerment and trying to use tools of escape that only further lock you in. I'd further say the contradiction at the heart of witches, Beatrice especially but all of them a little, is the conflict between "I want to be saved" and "I want to be in power".

there's a bit in umineko about how no one would choose to become a witch. becoming one is a gesture of surrender; you are turning away from the hope of escape in the mundane world to claim some level of control over a new world of your making. you're expecting that you will remain trapped and under the control of others, that you will not ever have real agency, but you can have some other reward. it's something only someone who felt without hope would do. but of course, hope is so hard to kill off...

the fear that's going on is... if vulnerability is exposed, if this last tiny shred of hope is shown to the light, if i am perceived and known and understood, and then i am rejected anyways, it will destroy me. there is some tiny core part of myself that i have successfully shielded, some shred of belief i hold, and i need it to be seen but also i need to trust the one seeing it will not destroy it. and hence all the mysteries and traps and taunting and so on - walls put up so that only someone who cares enough to try will make it past them.

false power over a world that reflects what you want. layers of power and ownership and "i am untouchable" to hide whatever is so fragile and easily broken.

kris stands in the bathroom, listening to susie and toriel talk outside, the red heart shut away in the cupboard beating on and on. they could step out, then. tell them both everything. trust that their mother loves them and that Susie has truly befriended them. trust that they can expose that they're not growing up, they're not becoming a hero, they're a scared tired weird kid in a situation that they don't know how to even start to fix, and hope that their trust is rewarded.

but if it wasn't...

they climb out the bathroom window, and start the process of setting up a new and wonderful universe.

and so they are not freed.

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onskepa · 1 year ago

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Hey I wanted to send a request in for a type 1 diabetic reader with Neteyam and sullys I never see diabetes anyway, so I think it's be interesting for them to see her just inject something into her arm anytime she's eats something and at first their kinda like 😨 "what was that?" Before she has to explain. If you don't want to do thats okay ❤️ and have a good day !!

Hellooooooooooo darling! So I will say this up front. This request hits a bit personal for me, since my mother is type 1 diabetic too. So hopefully you enjoy this one along with everyone else!

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Tsan'ul

“I think we should have our lunch break now, doing chores all day really worked up and appetite” lo’ak says while wiping off the sweat from his forehead. Him and his siblings along with spider and tsan’ul all sat down together under a shade from the trees.

“Finally” tuk sighs tiredly. Kiri and neteyam happily unwrapped the packaged meal their mother prepared in the morning. Handing everyone their portions. It was one of their favorites. Wrapped in steamed leaves, there was meat mixed with roasted fungi sprinkled with puffleaves for that yummy salted taste. Fortunately its the type of food spider and tsan’lu can eat without feeling sick.

Everyone ate their fill, they all relaxed and gathered their energy before continuing on. Spider however nudged at tsan’lu, “hey dont forget your insulin” he reminded her. Tsan’lu makes a popping sound and grabs her pouch. Everyone looks at what she is doing and takes out a long yet thin vile.

“What is that…?” tuk asks in a bit of a whisper. Everyone silently observes tsan’ul as she takes out the blue cap of a needle. Lifting her sleeve up to the shoulder, a white patch is revealed. Removing the cover, tsan’ul injects the needle to where the white patch was. It only lasted a few seconds when she removed the needle to cover the spot of the injection. Rolling down her arm, she sighs in relief.

“What?” she asks.

The sully kids were staring at her wide eyes.

“Die-ah-beetees…?”

“Diabetes”

Tsan’ul was giving a little lesson to the sully kids as they all gathered to know what they just saw.

“Sooooo….there are two types?” Kiri asks, tsan’ul nods.

“And you have type 1?” lo’ak asks soon after. Again, tsan’ul nods.

“So this whole…diabetes sickness. How does it affect you? Were you born with it? '' Neteyam asks, still feeling a bit confused. “And how come just now are we seeing this?” kiri adds. Tsan’ul felt a bit shy as they pointed it out. But if they are curious, why not share?

“Well for me, I wasn't exactly born with it. But it does affect me in a slow manner. Right now I can be as healthy as I can be, but when I grow older things will change” tsan’ul explained. “How so?” tuk asks. “

Smiling a bit sad she replies, “because I have diabetes, my health may decline later on. My vision won't be the same, some organ failure or worse, my heart can weaken or other health problems. Since my body no longer produces enough insulin. And insulin is very important for our human bodies. It helps control blood sugar. So, for example, since we just ate our lunch, I have to take this pen”. Tsan’ul takes out an unopened insulin pen to show to the kids.

“Of course there are other ways to take this. But insulin pen injection is better for me, I can easily carry and already has the right dose for me to take” the human girl goes on.

Lo’ak was close to touching it but tsan’ul pulls the pen away before he could. “Nuh uh, no touchie. This is only for me” tsan’ul gently warns as she puts away the other pen back in her bag.

“You said you weren't born with it. So how did you get it?” Kiri asks another question.

“That kiri, is a story for another time. Come on, we wasted enough time already, gotta finish our chores before the eclipse” tsan’ul tells. Everyone agreed their break was already long enough. Packing their things they head their way back to where they were.

However, as everyone was quick to change the subject of the topic, neteyam wasn't fooled. When kiri asked her question, neteyam didn't miss the strange look in tsan’ul’s eyes. Clearly kiri touched something she didn't know and tsan’ul was not so keen on answering it.

After everyone had their fill at the communal dinner, neteyam was chatting with his siblings when he noticed tsan’ul leaving with her bag. Spider is still here, perhaps to take her insulin medicine again. Deciding not to leave the girl alone, neteyam gets up and silently follows her to keep her company.

So neteyam follows her to a little area both were familiar with. Not too far from the village. Tsan’ul sits comfortably on the ground, taking out her insulin pen. “Mind if I keep you company?” Neteyam says out of nowhere, it made tsan’ul jump startled. “Phew, neteyam you nearly scared me to death!” she says with a huff but a friendly smile. Neteyam returns that smile with his own as he sits next to her.

“Are you going to take your…medicine again?” neteyam asks. Tsan’ul nods and starts to prep her pen. Removing the cap, it reveals a needle. Looks slightly different from the other needles neteyam has seen before. Tsan’ul removes the white patch from her arm and gives her skin a bit of a pinch and inserts the needle to the area.

Neteyam stays silent, letting her concentrate on what the human girl has to do. And like before, after a few seconds, she removes the needle and covers the spot with the white patch. “There, all done” tsan’ul concludes. Putting away the empty covered pen back in the bag, she leans down to lay on her back, staring up at the starry night sky. “Thanks for keeping me company neteyam, you didn't have to” she thanks. .

Neteyam gives her a little grin, laying down beside her, “didn't want you to be alone” he says.

And they stayed in a comfortable silence together, enjoying the beautiful view. However, neteyam had to ask, he knew he would be touching a sensitive topic. “When kiri asked you…how you got the disease…you didn't answer her '' he says slowly. His large hand slowly reached her smaller hand.

“We were wasting time and had a lot of stuff to get done, so of course I couldn't tell her” Tsan’ul answers a bit too quickly. “Couldn't? Or wouldnt” neteyam says, almost challenging her. There was a long pause between them. “We have nothing else to do right now. Maybe you can tell me? I promise I won't tell kiri or anyone else for that matter” he swears.

Tsan’ul released a long deep exhale. And a slow blink.

“My mom”

Neteyam’s ears perked a bit to hear her correctly.

“Your mother?” he repeats.

Tsan’ul nods.

“My mom is also diabetic. For the majority of her life. She believes it's her fault that I got the sickness. A curse she would say. Always feeling guilty that I won't be as healthy or as strong as a normal human. I do my best to tell her it's not her fault, nobody, not her, not me would have guessed I would get it. Yet she can't help but feel guilty for a crime she never commited…”

Neteyam listened very carefully. Tsan’ul’s voice carried sadness and a sort of guilt of her own.

“Does it run in your family?” he asks.

Tsan’ul shrugs, “I am not sure. But, I wouldn't be surprised. From what norm told me, being a healthy human is a luxury and a privilege back on earth. So I would assume it is normal…”

“Hey, its not her fault. It is also not your fault either. How you got it doesnt matter, what matters now is that you are here and alive and thriving. So what if this diabetes has you, you can overcome it. You are strong tsan’ul. And I know you won't let this set you back. I have seen how you can be. So the only thing you can do is continue to be who you are and get better every day, "Neteyam encourages. Tsan’ul smiles, intertwining her hand with his.

“Thanks neteyam, I needed to hear that ''

I may have used some real life stuff for it. Also I had to ask my mom so many questions for this. She did wonder why the need to know, I had to make an excuse. But I am happy how it turned out. So I hope you all enjoyed this one! Until next time! see ya!

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Tsan'ul = Improve, get better

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marcelloshdz · 8 months ago

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surprise, surprise

summary: marcello surprising you at work requested by anonymous.

you were sitting in your trailer on set, after what had already been a long morning. you were coming up on the end of your movie shoot, and unfortunately, that meant for longer days on set as you were going through reshoots and the director and producers were trying to wrap everything up.

you were reading lines fron one of the scenes you were shooting today. fortunately, it was a shorter one for you, so you didnt have to be on the screen much. you were in the middle of a line when you heard a knock on the door, which you presumed was a PA grabbing you to head back to set.

you opened your trailer door, eyes widening and jaw dropping as soon as you laid eyes on who was standing there.

“marcello!? what are you doing here?” you exclaimed, excitedly jumping into his arms.

“i needed to come see you. youve been having such long shoot days, and ive missed having you at home.” he said, a small pout pulling on his lips. you pulled out of the hug and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips.

“im so happy to see you.” you said, fighting tears.

“so? are you free? can i take you to lunch?” he asked you. just then, a PA came by and announced that everyone was breaking for lunch.

“i guess so.” you smiled.

marcello took you to lunch at a near by restaurant, the two of you enjoying your meal. you hadn’t realized how much you actually did miss spending time with him like this while your movie was shooting. the shooting schedule had already gone longer than expected, and you were unfortunately pulled away from home for long periods of time. usually, he was okay with it, since he had a busy work life too, but he’d had an unexpected amounts of time off recently that he wished he was able to spend with you.

after your meal, marcello took you back to set and walked with you back to your trailer.

“thank you for lunch.” you said to him as you stood outside your trailer door.

“of course.” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into him. he leaned down and pressed a kiss to each of your cheeks. “what time do you think you’ll be getting home?” he asked.

“hopefully not too late. i really dont think we have that much left to do around here, so should be around dinner time.” you said. “i’ll text you when i leave and i can pick us up something to eat.”

“sounds good.” he smiled. you shared another kiss and said your goodbyes as you had to get back to work.

later that evening, you were finally wrapping things up on set. you were fortunately able to leave a bit later than you expected, so you text marcello and let him know that you were on your way home. you stopped for food at a restaurant close to your house that you and marcello frequented, and they knew you there. you ordered your usual meals, then you were finally home.

you walked into the living room to marcello lounging on the couch watching tv. you joined him, spreading out your food on the coffee table. soft chatter began flowing between the two of you as you ate and watched the show.

later that evening, you eere laying in bed, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. you were on tikok, when marcello came up in your following feed.

“come with me to surprise my girlfriend at work” the captions on his video read. you smiled to yourself, immediately replaying the events in your head.

you watched as he went through his morning routine, got dressed, and made his way to the set. he’d text someone he knew who was also working on the movie to help get him past security and lead him to where you were actually shooting. you were getting giddy all over again, watching him make his way to your trailer, you reunion and leaving with him. you were surprised he’d made it that far and you never even realized he was filming any of it.

you were reading through some of the top comments, everyone saying how cute the two of you were and how happy they were to see this moment between the two of you. you couldn’t believe that so many people had already seen the video in the couple of hours it was up.

“i love you so much. 🥺🥺” you commented. you watched the video one more time before closing out of the app and putting your phone on the charger.

marcello had finally joined you in bed, and you made yourself comfortable in his arms. you felt him press a kiss to the top of your head before wishing you a goodnight and turning out the light. he tightened his arms around you, both of you drifting off into sweet sleep.

#marcello hernandez #marcello hernandez x reader #marcello hernandez imagine #marcello hernandez imagines #snl #saturday night live

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hii! i was just wondering if we could get a sneak peek of the next chapter of like a waltz? im so excited for whenever you finish it/choose to release it, i genuinely think ur one of the best writers i’ve seen on this app and i love reading your work!!

you are so sweeettttt. thank you for your kind words!! im so happy you are excited! I will say.... I am still writing the next chapter 🫣🫣 lolololol. the moment i have anything finished, i post it typically right away. rn im at only around 2k words and a majority of the scenes are half-written ideas like wooyoung and yn waking up from snuggles (post-injury tho) and hongjoong coming over to yn's apartment suddenly while she's not put together and hes just all nonchalant and loving despite yn being disheveled and of course yungi date (and maybe another member stealing them away on a date too!). im still trying to figure out my flow beyond "more mingi/yunho/seonghwa/hongjoong focused scenes". nothing is really ready to be seen.

BUT I do have this hongjoong (& cameo of yeosang) scene that will appear one day in the fic hopefully? lol. Its probably a few chapters off and takes place in the 'present day/post-injury' perspective. has some light spoilers but i dont think its too extreme to ruin the fic. mentions of yn's injuries, using a mobility aid (and ppl taking advantage of it), obsession, yandere-ness of the boys; hongjoong is not a healthy partner.

if you dont know anything about Like A Waltz, you can find the main fic here!

hongjoong x reader, only lightly edited -> 1.4k words.

Hongjoong sat, haloed by the glow of the roaring fireplace. He nearly looked like some sort of demon with the way the flames licked at his skin, making him look all golden and unearthly. He didnt even look up at the intrusion, continuing to write at his desk. A rocks glass was lazily held in his hand, dripping with condensation.

“You aren’t supposed to be up and about, Angel,” he called offhandedly.

It was scalding like before; he's come to expect some sort of push-back at this point. Seonghwa kept him informed of all of her progress - mental and physical.

“I’m not one to lay around,” she retorted coldly. "You know that."

Mingi's suggestion of a wheelchair had given her a lick of freedom and she took it (even if it subjugated her to only that floor, the criss-crossing labyrinth of stairs non-accessible for her.)

Her wheelchair came to a halt in the center of the office. The servant who rolled her in, politely bowed before exiting the room. Once they were alone, Hongjoong's gaze did raise to meet hers. His hair was mussed, not in its perfect slicked-back curls. It was long in his eyes. It didnt bother him.

“I can tell them to keep you in bed,” Hongjoong stated, eyes flickering to the doorway.

“You won’t.”

He chuckled lowly as he placed down his iced drink, hand shifting paperwork about lazily. “Why?”

“Because you love me,” she said firmly. “And don’t want me to lose my mind any more.”

His smile spread like butter over toast.

“Angel,” he sang soft and sweet before he rose from his large desk. “You’re losing your mind?”

His voice was tempting, lilting and gentle as he questioned her. She had loved when he spoke to her so musically, so soft, intimate as if he knew the answers, knew her like he knew himself. He was still intimate as he knelt at her feet.

His large hand slid over wrapped, casted ankles. Gently, tenderly.

“Imagine how we felt.” He murmured. It was almost dazed, almost hurried, slurred. Before it sharpened like a blade, like all of this was just a way to punish again and again. His eyes were dark through his tresses. “You were going to leave us, traveling far away for what?Money? Fame? Opportunity?” he scoffed. “I can give you anything here but you had to protest. You had to refuse. You said you didn't want us.”

“I didn’t want your assistance in my career." She protested, quick-tongued. "Not anymore. Not after everything... No one would’ve respected me."

He laughed lowly; the thing grave. "As if we weren't helping with our coin before."

She grimaced at him, hating how he threw it in her face. Hated how he sighed, patronizingly. His eyes shifted from her face to her skirts. He flipped them up to reveal more of her legs, maintaining her decency always.

"You needed us, Angel. You need us now. You liked our help.” Hongjoong’s hand rose up her leg, past her cast to grasp her knee firmly. "What was your angle befriending Wooyoungie, hm?”

His thumb rubbed in circles, not harsh but certainly less gentle than he was with her normally. Frustration burned in his eyes. The nearby fire outlined his white dress shirt in a hot halo as if he was a man on fire. The bite to his tone felt like someone freshly scorned - despite the weeks that had passed.

“Wooyoung approached me,” she claimed, shifting in her seat. Leaning forward to glare at him. “I didn’t approach him. I was doing my job.”

Hongjoong sucked on his teeth, glaring equally back at her.

“Do you love us, Angel?” he asked. It wasn't said like a lover. It was said with an icy chill.

His head tilted just enough for her to feel the level of scrutiny he was feeling. His hands slid up her thighs to twist on the fabric at her hips. He shifted closer, mindful of her broken ankles as his knees pressed into the wheelchair's mechanisms.

“I burn for you,” he pleaded. “We all do. I’d walk through flames if you were in danger. I would do anything for you. Don't you love us?”

His hands had migrated to cup her cheeks. Eyes locked. It reminded her of that night at the opera. How his eyes hadnt left hers even as a performance occurred below them. They were intrigued then, leering with a pleasant attractiveness. Wooyoung had teased and prodded her saying Hongjoong’s eyes were on fire for her; she was the water he needed.

Now, his eyes burned with a passion she now knew the name of. Obsession. He was obsessed; they all were. Was she going to burn with them, drown in the flames as they wove their fates together at any cost?

He didnt like waiting for her answer. Didn’t like her hesitation. His eyes doused with anger but before his jeweled mouth could snap and bite; she raised a hand to cup his hand against her cheek.

“I do love you.” She promised, admitted.

Hongjoong’s eyes lightened, fire brightening once more in a different way. His thumb grazed the apple of her cheek fondly. He leaned closer, closer, hot breath fanning over her face. Fanning the flames of their souls ablaze.

“But-- Hongjoong, you broke my ankles,” she whispered brokenly before their lips could meet. “I know you did – even if it was your men, you did it.” He didn’t blink; didn’t react other than continuing to stroke her cheeks tenderly.

“I did what I had to do. I'm the only one who can,” he said lowly. “You’re here.” That's all that matters.

“And furious,” she bit out. He sighed, glancing aside as if he was talking to a toddler who just couldn't understand. “Dancing was my life; you’ve taken my life away.”

“You’ll heal I assure you.” He gritted out.

“Hopefully.”

“Yunho would destroy the doctors’ careers,” he retorted. "I would destroy hospitals."

“Wouldn’t change anything at that point. Its not a guarantee.”

"You'd find a new life... with us. New passion, new goals. A new role by our side."

"I--" she was baffled by his words. They knew how much dancing meant. It frustrated her to no end that they couldnt understand. It demeaned her, reduced her. To nothing but theirs. Her lips trembled. She hated that she felt so torn, like there would be actual progress between them. She hated that she could feel the sweetness of their love, the comfort of it, and the burn of their betrayal. The bitterness of their blatant obliviousness, their inability to see her as more than their love. As a person with values... when had this happened?

"I can't believe you." It was a whisper. She looked at him burnt. Her hand pushed him away. "You don't love me. This is love. This is manipulation. That's all you can do!"

Hongjoong's smile faded slowly, dimming like an ember.

"You're not getting it still."

"No you aren't. A new role by your side? I don't want it. I dont want this."

"I want this," Hongjoong said grimly. "i want you here. And I will keep you here. You are ours. You promised me."

Without warning, Yeosang came, striding in. His suit looked freshly pressed, smooth. A smile was budding on his face. "Hyung, I have some news about -" YN's gaze flashed to him, red-faced angered.

“Oh! Sweetheart,” he chirped; he thought she had been in her room. His gaze flashed to Hongjoong who had risen from his spot by her knees. The Captain huffed a bit, arms flexing as he swung them up to fiddle with the back of his hair, restlessly. He settled back behind his desk.

“Sangie,” he chimed. “Can you take care of YN? She’s exhausted.”

“Fuck you, Hongjoong,” she bit out, lunging a bit out of her chair in frustration.

Hongjoong rolled his eyes. “Get the others if she’s too much, Yeosang.”

“You can’t just keep me in that fucking room,” she cried out.

Yeosang’s dark eyes flashed between his Captain and his Sweetheart. His strong hands took hold of her wheelchair. She turned and twisted to glare up at him as she was wheeled back.

“You’ll see I can do anything I like,” Hongjoong claimed. "I'm in no rush."

#like a waltz sneak peek #written by haley #hongjoong x reader #ateez x reader #angst

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