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makoodles · 2 years ago

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ミ the mightiest

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🍓 pairing: neteyam x human fem reader 🍓tags: nsfw, aged up neteyam (obviously), jealousy, alien cultural misunderstandings, oral sex (f receiving) vaginal sex, size kink, voyeurism, brief na'vi oc x reader, mentions of reader sleeping with other na'vi men

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notes: okay i had to split this into two parts because it surpassed the tumblr word limit 🙃 here’s part 1, and I’ll post part 2 in a day or two!

adult neteyam art created by the incredibly talented @cinetrix, whose work motivated me to write for adult neteyam in the first place!!

The tsahìk’s hut is cool and dark, offering a much needed reprieve from the hot balmy air of the day outside. It’s been a quiet day for you, though you can’t complain about that; it’s a pleasant change of pace from the usual hectic rush of people that usually pass through.

It’s one of the rare days that Mo’at has left you to tend to the duties of the healing hut alone; it had taken years to reach this level of trust with her, and you find yourself almost deliriously proud to be able to help out. Na’vi medicinal practices are very different to human ones, but your training in first-aid has given you enough knowledge and experience to hold your own when it comes to helping out with the smaller day-to-day ailments that tend to pass through the healing hut.

Besides, you’re always happy to give Mo’at a break. She had claimed that she needed time to commune with Eywa, though secretly you suspect that she just likes to take some time to herself in her old age. But that’s fine – you’ve always found helping out in the healing hut soothing, and your heart swells at the fact that Mo’at trusts you enough to leave you in charge, even if it’s only for a few hours.

It also helps when your patient is a big, hunky alien warrior with more muscles than brains, who sits in front of you as you smear a herbal paste over the scratches he had gotten in training earlier that day.

Txeyto is not an easy patient; he flinches when you prod his wounds, whines when you clean them, and complains as you smear the paste on his scrapes. It’s a little irritating, but the sight of his big broad shoulders and chiselled abdomen is enough to soothe the worst of your aggravation.

“Are you nearly finished?” Txeyto complains, flinching away from your fingers once more.

You bite your tongue and force a smile. Patience has never been your strong suit, and Txeyto is certainly testing the short reserves you have left. But he’s very handsome, and very skilled at archery, and you feel that his physical attractiveness outweighs the minor personality flaws.

“Yes, just another few moments.” You murmur, keeping your voice low and soothing as though speaking to a child.

Txeyto settles a little when you use the baby voice on him, and you struggle to keep your face blank at the ridiculousness of it all. Men are such children, even the big strong Na’vi warriors that should be above such behaviour. He’s lucky he’s handsome.

“How did you get these injuries, hm?” You ask, using a light touch to dab some of Mo’at’s specially formulated healing paste onto his scrapes. You keep your fingers as gentle as possible, but Txetyo still winces dramatically.

He perks up at your question, his tails swaying low over the floor where you’re both sat cross-legged. “I have been training very hard. I am one of the best archers in the village now.”

“No doubt.” You murmur distractedly as you work.

“But it is important for a tsamsiyu to be competent in many forms of combat, so I must practice my hand-to-hand combat also,” Txetyo continues, apparently forgetting to wince now that he’s talking. “Neteyam has been helping me train.”

Ah. You can’t help the face you make at that, and you’re thankful that Txeyto’s back is facing you so that he can’t see your expression. You also can’t help the way you cast a quick glance towards the entrance to the hut, as though worried that simply speaking the name aloud will summon Toruk Makto’s eldest son.

“Is that right?” You say, keeping your tone carefully neutral. “So, he’s the one that got you all scraped up like this?”

Txetyo’s shoulders flex under your hands, and you realise without looking at his face that you’ve stung his pride.

“I scraped him up also.” He grumbles, shifting to try and peer over his shoulder. “They are wounds to be proud of, as I got them in combat.”

You don’t think that a couple of minor scratches from wrestling around in the mud with one of the village’s biggest dickheads count as combat wounds, but you don’t argue. You just hum non-committedly, paying more attention to his bruises than is entirely necessary.

“You should be careful,” You say instead, running your fingers carefully over one of the bruises discolouring the pretty blue skin of his defined bicep. “It’s a shame to see these lovely muscles all bruised up.”

There’s a long moment’s pause. It seems as though the cogs in Txetyo’s head are working slowly, because he seems to be struggling to understand your flirty tone of voice. But when it finally seems to click, he turns his head to peer at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Ah,” He says, his shoulders squaring as he seems to preen. “You like them?”

God, he really is a little dumb. But that’s okay. You don’t necessarily need a man with brains.

“Mhmm,” You hum, allowing your hand to rest on the bulge of his bicep. “I like strong men.”

That’s true, if a little bit of an oversimplification. You’ve lived as a human on Pandora your whole life, but it was only in recent years since you’ve reached adulthood that you’ve started really paying attention to the people around you. And good lord, you had some impressive specimens to look at.

You find yourself drawn to their athletic and toned bodies, their radiant blue skin, their cat-like grace and agility. Maybe it’s because you had grown up on Pandora with no humans your age other than Spider, but you find yourself especially drawn to your size. The sheer size of their hands alone are enough to fluster you, especially when your brain is flooded with images of those big hands in other contexts.

And luckily for you, there’s no shortage of Na’vi that are interested in experimenting with humans, too.

Txetyo visibly perks up, his ears twitching forward as he finally seems to notice the way your much smaller hands are lingering on his body as you patch him up.

“I am very strong.” He says, tail thumping against the ground.

You fight the urge to sigh. He’ll never make a great conversationalist, but that’s alright. He’s big and strong and handsome, and you just want to relieve some tension.

“I know.” You murmur, your lips quirking a little as you shuffle around so that you’re kneeling in front of him, your knees pressed close to his thighs. “But I could still kiss your scratches better, if you’d like.”

Kissing wounds better is definitely a human colloquialism that Txetyo doesn’t understand, judging by the furrow of his brow, but he doesn’t seem to care. He reaches out and wraps a big hand around your waist, and you feel a pulse of arousal low in your belly in response.

“You like my muscles so much that treating my wounds has aroused you?” He asks, the smugness in his voice impossible to miss.

His pompousness is a little irritating, but you can ignore that because his hands are big and warm and it’s exciting to feel his palm start to push its way under your cotton tank top. The few Na’vi men you’ve been with before had been absolutely fascinated with the soft squishiness of your human breasts, so your breath hitches in anticipation as his hand reaches up to grope at your tits over your bra.

Okay, you can probably admit that you’re a little pent up. It’s probably a terrible idea to allow Txetyo to feel you up like this in the middle of the healing hut, but you’re horny.

If you’re telling the truth, you’ve been hoping for a chance like this all week – but there’s one thing, one irritation, that has been preventing you by interrupting every damn chance you’ve gotten alone with any man.

In fact, you’ve been interrupted so often and so many times that you’re almost expecting it, even as Txetyo’s big hands squeeze at your tits. He’s a little rough with it, but he’s so much bigger than you that you suppose that’s unavoidable – besides, his strength only adds to the thrill.

Then, just like clockwork, as though there’s some kind of sensor that goes off whenever you’re about to get some, there’s a rustling sound by the entrance of the hut before the little woven drape covering the doorway is pulled back.

And then, who else would be standing there, but Neteyam. One of the few people on the whole planet that can actually ruin your whole day just by showing his stupid face.

His eyes find you, but his expression doesn’t change as he glances over your flustered expression and the hand that Txetyo still has shoved up your top. He tilts his head, and it feels as though he’s examining every damn detail all at once; the ointment smeared all over Txetyo’s bruises from training, the way you’ve shuffled so close to Txetyo that you’re practically straddling his thigh, your unsteady breathing behind your mask.

“Ah. Am I interrupting?” He asks with a hint of wry humour to his voice, as though he hasn’t interrupted every attempt at getting laid you’ve made this month.

It has to be on purpose. That, or he has some sort of nearly supernatural sense for when you’re horny, because he always seems to show up every goddamned time. Somehow it’s gotten worse in the last few weeks, too. You’ve barely been able to get a moment alone with whoever you’ve been chatting up before Neteyam has appeared, snapping at them to get back to training or duties or whatever lousy excuse he’s been able to come up with in the moment.

“What do you want?” You snap, impatient and too strung tight to waste your energy on pretending at politeness.

A very delayed reaction finally hits Txetyo, and he scrambles to remove his hand from the inside of your top. His hand alone is so large that the outline of it is painfully obvious even through your shirt, and you close your eyes with a sigh as he clumsily pushes himself away from you in a rather ungainly attempt at pretending nothing was going on.

“Neteyam!” He blurts, his ears flattening against his skull. He’s clearly mortified at being caught in such a position by Toruk Makto’s son, and he overcompensates by attempting to scoot away as though he hadn’t even been touching you.

You try not to roll your eyes – you’re used to this, after all. You’ve been with several Na’vi men, but they all seem to have the same sort of embarrassment about actually being open with the fact that they’ve hooked up with you. You can’t be all that annoyed about it, you suppose. You understand where it’s coming from. You’ve been around the Omaticaya your whole life, and while the taboo of having Sky People around has faded somewhat, that doesn’t mean that anyone is actually willing to admit that they’ve been with you.

You’re used to it. It’s fine. You’re just a little mortified that Neteyam is currently witnessing the scramble for Txetyo to get away from you.

He’s watching the other man with his head still tilted to the side, his big golden eyes dark in the cool shade of the hut. A muscle in his jaw is flexing, like he’s trying not to laugh.

“I will- I will see you later?” Txetyo whispers to you as he stands. He probably intended for his voice to be low enough that it stayed between just you and him, but the hut is quiet enough that there’s no doubt Neteyam can hear him just fine.

“Mhm. Yeah.” You murmur back, watching Txetyo’s big broad back as he steps away from you, all hasty and flustered.

Txetyo gets as far as Neteyam, who’s still standing with his arms crossed in the doorway. Neteyam doesn’t so much as shift, his eyes dragging with lazy satisfaction over the myriad of scrapes and bruises that he had left on Txetyo during their sparring earlier.

Txetyo shifts on his feet, visibly nervous in the face of his future chief’s judgement. “Ah… Will we train again tomorrow, Neteyam?”

Neteyam hums non-committedly, before finally stepping away from the doorway. He brushes past Txetyo, and you wonder if he’s always so dismissive of his fellow warriors or if he’s just being an even bigger dickhead today for some reason.

“We will see.” Neteyam says shortly, though he’s not even looking Txetyo’s way.

Taking that as the dismissal it so clearly is, Txetyo nods awkwardly before disappearing out of the hut, leaving you and Neteyam alone.

For a long moment, you do your best to avoid looking up. You’re beyond irritated right now, made so much worse by the fact that your panties are kind of wet and you’re so fucking desperate for attention right now. The little wooden bowls knock together clumsily as you try to arrange them without looking up, but it becomes difficult when Neteyam lowers himself down to sit opposite you.

“The tsahìk’s hut is a bold place for such activities.” He says, and you don’t have to look up to know that there’s a stupid smug look on his face. “What would my grandmother think?”

As he sits down, he places a woven bag by your knee. You don’t need to look at it to know what it is; he’s always bringing stuff to the healing hut for his grandmother. Herbs or medicinal plants, fibres for weaving bandages, even animal bones that he had whittled down for needles for suturing.

Even you can grudgingly admit it’s thoughtful; but he only ever seems to bring it when you’re around. It’s like he just wants to rub it in your face that he excels at everything he does – it’s extremely annoying.

You finally look up, your face already scrunched in a scowl. “What do you want?”

He raises his hairless brows at you, an expression he no doubt learned from his father. “I would like my cuts from training treated. What else would I be here for?”

And now you know that he’s just messing with you, because while Txetyo was covered in bruises and abrasions from his tough training session earlier, Neteyam doesn’t have a single visible scratch.

“What exactly am I supposed to treat?” You ask, voice tight.

Neteyam shifts, proffering you his shoulder, and you see a single scrape along his otherwise flawless striped blue skin. You purse your lips, staring at it in mild disbelief.

“You can’t be serious.” You say, deadpan.

But it’s clear that Neteyam is serious, because he’s already stretching out on the comfy woven rugs of his grandmother’s hut as if he belongs there. It’s obvious that he has no intention of moving – he must have come here just to torture you.

You blow out a frustrated breath, the inside of your respirator mask fogging up briefly before rapidly clearing. Neteyam is infuriating. He gets under your skin in a way that no one else does, as though he knows every goddamn little button to press just to aggravate you.

Maybe it’s just a by-product of having been raised as next in line to lead the Omaticaya, or of being Toruk Makto’s oldest son, but you’ve always found Neteyam closed off and distant.

Truthfully, you can’t say for certain if he’s always been this way. When you were young teenagers, you hadn’t had much contact with him; he was always busy with his own training, and then the whole Sully family had left for Awa’atlu. When they had returned, several years later, Neteyam had been more reserved, and yet somehow even cockier and more confident than ever.

“I don’t understand you. There’s no need for you to get this scrape seen to, and you know it. You just like wasting my time.”

He just watches you as you complain, his eyes hooded and dark in a way that honestly leaves you a little heated. He doesn’t deny it, which only irritates you further. You knew he was just trying to annoy you!

“It’s your job to treat wounds when you’re here, isn’t it?” He asks, and you can see the way his tail is lazily undulating behind him, skimming across the woven carpet. He’s enjoying arguing with you.

You huff out a put-upon sigh, before grabbing two of the jars. The ointment is naturally antiseptic but it goes on with quite a sting; you try not to feel satisfied about that as you coat your fingers in it before dabbing it onto the scrape on Neteyam’s shoulder. You’re not as gentle as you’d usually be either, your patience is too thin for you to be considerate with him right now.

But this is not Txetyo. This is Neteyam, and he doesn’t so much as flinch as you rub the paste over his still sluggishly bleeding scratch, even though you know it must sting. You try not to feel irked by his stoicism.

As you work, Neteyam’s head rolls back. In a move that’s almost imperceptible, his nostrils flare and he scents the air. You assume it’s the fairly astringent scent of the herbal paste you’ve just pulled out that’s bothering him, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Problem?”

His lips quirk, though he manages to keep his expression neutral. “No. I am simply enjoying being under your tender care.”

You narrow your eyes at him. He’s mocking you now.

The fact that he had walked in on Txetyo’s hand up your top as he groped at your tits feels like a heavy unspoken weight in between you as you dab at his minor wound. You keep waiting for him to bring it up, to laugh at you for it, but he remains stubbornly quiet as you work, his golden eyes watching you in quiet contemplation.

In fact, he’s never brought up any of the times he’s interrupted you right before you got with someone. He’s caught you in varying levels of undress, with Na’vi men over you, under you, holding you, touching you, kissing you, but somehow just before anything good actually happened. Every time the men had scrambled away from you as though you were something diseased, mortified at being caught with a tawtute by Neteyam, a man that (for some reason you can’t comprehend) they seem to have an awful lot of respect for.

In the beginning, you were inclined to come up with excuses for him; he was Jake Sully’s oldest son, and was inevitably going to keep track of his peers and where they disappeared off to when they had duties that they should be attending to. But now, you think he’s doing it to spite you specifically. It might be a bit of a self-centred thing to believe, but you’re almost certain of it.

You shift on your knees beside him, raising yourself up a little to ensure that you’ve covered all parts of his scrape. You don’t want him returning tomorrow to complain that you didn’t do a good job.

You have to bite back another sigh as you do so, your thighs rubbing together in a way that sends a sharp jolt up your spine. You’re horny and needy and so, so resentful of the fact that you’re now treating the same man that’s the direct cause of your state right now.

Neteyam’s attitude wasn’t the only thing that changed in his time away, however. You have to keep your eyes fixed carefully on his bruising shoulder, because if you didn’t you know that your gaze would wander, and that’s a dangerous game to be playing in the presence of someone as perceptive as Neteyam.

But it’s difficult not to look. Time and ocean air has been kind to him; he’s grown as tall as his father, and whatever sort of training or work he had been doing with the Metkayina has resulted in broader shoulders and a more sturdy build than is typical of the Omaticaya. It’s galling to admit, and makes you feel as though you’ve eaten something sour and unpleasant, but Neteyam is hot as hell.

He might be aggravating and smug and too cocky, but no one in their right mind could deny that he’s attractive. Not even you. Especially you, if you’re being honest with yourself, considering your penchant for enormous blue alien men that could snap you in two with a pinkie if they felt so inclined.

God, you really have to think about something else. You’re so wet that your panties are starting to get uncomfortable, so you focus determinedly on the resentment that’s still simmering over the fact that Neteyam had interrupted what was promising to be a very productive encounter with Txetyo.

Neteyam shuffles a little where he’s sitting in front of you, and your eyes track the way his muscles bunch and shift under his vibrant blue skin. Damn, but seeing Na’vi musculature up close never gets old, even if it’s Neteyam.

You’re almost finished with dabbing paste on the tiny scrape (and you hate to admit that it had taken you longer than it should have due to your distraction), when Neteyam half-turns his head towards you.

“My back is sore, also.” He murmurs, though his eyes remain downcast.

You pause, staring at him. “Okay. And?”

There’s a moment where the two of you just look expectantly at each other. When nothing comes of that, Neteyam speaks again.

“You are playing healer today, are you not?” He asks, and his left ear twitches oddly. “Or is your attention all reserved for Txetyo, hm?”

Your cheeks heat in humiliation and your jaw clenches. You knew he wouldn’t be able to help himself from making some sort of stupid comment.

“Lay down.” You snap, prickly and embarrassed.

“Yes ma’am.” Neteyam purrs, probably all satisfied that he’s gotten under your skin. He reclines, all of those lithe muscles flexing and bunching as he rolls over onto his stomach.

You grab another pot of ointment, and then take a moment to steady yourself.

You know that he’s winding you up on purpose, just like always, but you can never figure out why. He doesn’t treat you like any of the other men in the village do – they might enjoy fucking you, but they’re rarely caught dead in public with you, worried about what it might mean for their own reputations.

Neteyam is bolder, more confident; though the burden of responsibility that he carries is unmistakable, he never seems to get caught up with the petty whispering and musings of the village people. It’s just unfortunate that he seems so set on bothering you.

Your mouth goes dry as your eyes drop mindlessly over the expanse of his long, pretty back. His skin is stretched tight over lithe muscle, little luminescent white freckles glinting like little stars. He looks so smooth, though the flawlessness of his body is marred by thick pale scars that litter his skin, courtesy of the near legendary battle with the RDA that you hear happened off the coast of Awa’atlu.

You glance down, flustered. Fuck. It would be so much easier to hate him if he wasn’t physically perfect.

“Problem?” Neteyam’s voice is a little lower in register than it was before, perhaps because he’s lying on his stomach with his head pillowed under his crossed arms.

You twitch. Shit. You had gotten distracted, and had lost yourself staring at him.

“No. Shut up.” You blurt reflexively, dipping your fingers into the oily ointment used for easing sore muscles.

Neteyam huffs quietly, a sound that could be a grunt or a laugh, but doesn’t bother responding. It makes you feel as though you’ve lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.

Antsy and on edge, you lean forward and survey his strong back properly. When he's laying out in front of you like this you can see the way his back is knotted with tension and his shoulders are hiked up around his ears. It doesn't look too bad, but it can't be comfortable either.

You take one more moment to admire the musculature of his shoulders, before gathering yourself and dipping your fingers into the ointment. It's balmy against your fingers and smells a little bit like blueberries, and begins to tingle when your hand is entirely coated.

"Where does it hurt most?" You ask, your voice quiet.

In the silence, you can hear Neteyam’s throat click when he swallows.

"My neck and shoulders." When he speaks, his voice is a little deeper than expected.

The very first touch to Neteyam’s back pulls a quiet sigh out of him; it sounds like relief.

Considering his size, it takes surprisingly little to have him melting under your hands. Your fingers spread under his scapula, finding a knot in the muscle and pressing in hard. It takes a bit of finagling, but after some firm pressure you feel the muscle begin to soften beneath your touch.

Gaining confidence, you return your kneading fingers to his neck. He really is terribly tense, and shivering spasms flit up and down the muscles of his back in regular intervals as you drag the warm palms of your hands over him. As your fingers work into his tense muscles, he lets out quiet little grunts that are muffled by the cradle of his arms.

“Why were you so hard on Txetyo during training?” You ask as your fingers dig into the tense tissue of his back. Your voice is unintentionally loud in the quiet of the hut. “He looked as though he had been attacked by a thanator when he was here earlier.”

Neteyam just grunts. “Txetyo is an overconfident skxawng. He is not nearly as skilled as he thinks he is.”

You click your tongue, dissatisfied with that answer. “I could say the same about you.”

Just like all your attempts to insult him, your words seem to bounce right off him. Stupid thick-skinned bastard. His pretty mouth tilts up in a smile.

“I have the skills to back it up, paskalin.”

Your lips purse at the name, your cheeks hot. God, he’s such an asshole.

When you exert pressure as you run your fingers down his spine, Neteyam grunts softly into his arms. The sound is startling in the quiet, interrupting the steady rhythm of your quiet breathing.

"Does that hurt?" You ask. Your voice comes out a little shakier than you’d like.

"No." Neteyam’s voice comes out in a low, gravelly rumble. The sound of it almost startles you into snatching your hands away, but you manage to refrain yourself. "Keep going."

You just swallow thickly, and try to keep yourself on task. “He just wants to be better. He was excited to train with you–”

“Lower.” Neteyam groans, shifting under your hands.

You clench your teeth. Really, you should probably just walk away from him. There’s no real need for you to be doing any of this. He’s not even injured, and who knows whether he’s telling the truth about his back being tense.

But you’re stupid, and you’ve never been good at walking away, from either fighting or fucking. This strange encounter feels as though it lies somewhere in the middle of those two things. Your palms drag down to his lower back, and he flinches briefly before melting under your touch.

His body is so big that it’s difficult to get a good angle to knead properly at his tense muscles, and before you can think too hard about it you swing your leg over his hips. You settle back, perching your weight cautiously at the base of his spine.

It's a braver move than you would usually make, but you try not to second-guess yourself — like this, you have so much more leverage to rub at the rigid sinews of his back. You drag your knuckles down the length of his spine and he groans into the cradle of his arms.

You try to ignore the excited flutter in your belly. It’s just Neteyam. You’re not actually getting turned on from this; the only reason you’re so affected is because you had been horny with Txetyo. You shift where you’re sitting on his back, but you have to force yourself still almost immediately, because the friction nearly makes your lungs seize.

“Comfortable?” Neteyam murmurs, and you can hear amusement in his voice.

“Shut up.” You say reflexively, before scowling. “I can’t believe you interrupted me and Txetyo just for this. You have, like, one bruise–”

“It’s a very sore bruise.” He murmurs lazily, sounding unbothered. “Do you think squeezing your tits might help? That seemed to help Txetyo feel better.”

You pause, jaw dropping in indignation. “I– shut up!”

Neteyam makes a noise that sounds like a snicker, and you dig your fingers down the planes of his back vengefully. His waist narrows into an elegant taper, and when you reach the part of his back where his ass begins to swell, you exert firm pressure against the base of his tail.

If you had done it to a human, you know it would have hurt. But instead the tightness of the muscle unfurls under your fingers, and Neteyam gives a long, low groan. The sound is delightfully gravelly, and you take a breath as you feel molten heat ooze down into your belly and settle between your legs. It’s not a reaction you had been expecting.

You sit back onto his lower back, avoiding his tail. From here, you have a truly captivating view of how slick his back looks from the ointment, and how his skin glows in the dim light of the hut. His body really is perfect, and your eyes track over the taut shiny scars that litter his skin.

“Mmm. May I get up? Or do you want to sit on me a little while longer?” Neteyam’s low voice breaks you out of your stupor, and you’re horrified to find that you’ve just been sitting there with your wet panties pressed against his back beneath your thin shorts.

You scramble off him quickly, flustered and clumsy. It had been a bold move to straddle him in the first place, and now you feel very stupid about it.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You blurt, just to say something into the silence.

“Why are we still talking about Txetyo?” Neteyam has always been a relatively tolerant and even-keeled man, but you can hear irritation beginning to bubble up in his voice.

“Because–” You start to say, but then Neteyam rolls over so that he’s laying on his back.

Now that he's lying on his back, stretched out all long and lithe, your eyes rove over his face and then down his throat, his chest, his stomach, his hips. Your eyes catch on the protrusion between his legs and stick there, your mouth dropping open in surprise when you see that his loincloth is tented.

“Because- he… you were too–” You try valiantly to finish your sentence, but your thoughts have scattered to the wind.

He’s hard. Why the fuck is he hard? Is that just from you rubbing his back? Oh my god, what are you supposed to say? It feels like his hard-on is staring at you.

Neteyam pushes himself up into a sitting position, his hands planted on the woven rug behind him as he pushes himself up so that he’s sitting looming over you. Once he’s upright, Neteyam flexes his shoulders and groans slightly as he goes. It doesn't sound like a pained groan, thankfully.

The movement brings him closer to you than you had been expecting, and you end up freezing. Like this, you can see the way his expression has smoothed into one of relief. His shoulders are looser too, no longer held bunched up around his neck.

Neteyam doesn't seem to notice your close proximity, nor the way you have tensed at the lack of space between them. You’re not touching, but you’re so close that you swear you can physically feel the air between you.

“If Txetyo is so upset about being beaten by me in training, then he should focus on getting better instead of slinking away with his tail between his legs and trying to screw you in a corner of my grandmother’s hut.”

You gape at him like an absolute idiot, floored by the acerbity in his tone. You’ve always thought Neteyam was a bit of a dickhead, but that was mostly because of his nearly insufferable need to always be the best. Always the best warrior, the best son, the best brother, the best future Olo’eyktan. The best role model to his peers.

“So that’s what this is about.” You say, your voice coming out distinctly accusatory. “You don’t like that your friends are fucking a human, is that it?”

Neteyam doesn’t even bother answering. He just rolls his now loosened shoulders and watches you carefully. He doesn't tell you to back off, or wrinkle his nose at you, or act as though he's repulsed by you. He just stares at you across the miniscule space between you, and that only angers you further.

“Is that why you keep interrupting whenever I’m with any of the other tsamsiyu?” You demand, fists clenching. “What, you don’t like that your friends find a tawtute attractive? Is that why you keep cockblocking me?”

Neteyam huffs a quiet snort, as though he thinks you’re being stupid.

“I hear what some of the Na’vi in the village say, about how it’s shameful to be with a tawtute.” You hiss. “I just didn’t think you’d be one of them.”

And if you’re honest with yourself, it sort of hurts. Neteyam has always gotten on your nerves with his confusing mix of overconfidence and jagged insecurities, and he had really infuriated you when he had started to interrupt all of those illicit little meetups you had planned with some of the boys in the village, but you hadn’t actually thought that he had any disdain for you like some of the other Na’vi.

And then you do something so stupid that it shocks even you.

Your eyes drop back down to the tent in his tewng, eyeing it thoughtfully, before reaching out and running your fingers over the hardened outline of his cock through the fabric with purpose.

Neteyam hisses, and his hips actually lift off the floor in an attempt to follow your touch.

“God, you’re a hypocrite, aren’t you?” You breathe, fighting to keep your voice casual. “How can you judge your friends for fucking around with me when you’re this hard after just a backrub?”

“They’re not my friends.” Neteyam grunts, his jaw clenching as his head tilts back. His hips rock into your hand.

Your touch goes firmer, and then your hand slips under his loincloth. You’ve had plenty of sexual encounters with Na’vi men, but this is different.

This is Neteyam. This encounter feels like proving a point. A very sexually charged point.

His cock is silky smooth and hot to the touch, and you feel a little drunk as your fingers close around it. And damn, it feels big. All Na’vi cocks are big compared to your hands, but this… feels different. You were aroused anyway, you’ve been feeling pent up all damn week, but now that your hand is on his dick your nerves are fizzing up.

It’s a surprise when Neteyam’s big hand settles on your waist to tug you closer, and you feel your stomach swoop when he pulls you forward. You don’t release his cock even as he pulls you to settle over one of his thighs, your legs slotted in between his, and you can feel him harden even further beneath you.

You wonder absently if it's really you that's causing his very obvious arousal or if it's just a natural consequence of the massage; either way, when his hips flex up towards you, they press right in between your legs.

You shiver almost violently, the sensation of him pressing hot and hard against your core frying your nerves and wiping your thoughts clean. The part of your brain that had been screaming about what a bad idea this whole thing is has become muffled now, and your own hips jerk against his.

“You’re such an asshole,” You say, though your voice comes out reedy and breathless. “You of all people don’t have a right to talk shit about those guys just cause they’re into humans, especially when your cock is this hard, and especially considering where your dad came from–”

He lets out a soft, quiet noise as you move against him, and uses his grip on the back of your top to pull you tighter against him yet again. “Don’t talk about my father when you have my cock in your hand.”

It takes what feels like a monumental effort to wrench your hand away from him, and he lets out a wordless grunt of dissatisfaction as his hips twitch in an effort to follow your hand. It’s delightfully pathetic, and you feel your ego swell at the sheer sense of power that washes over you; it’s a rare feeling, especially when you’re faced with a big blue alien almost twice your size.

“You should apologise to Txetyo.” You sound like an out of breath idiot. “It’s not like you can judge him for being with a tawtute when you’re that hard from me just touching you.”

Neteyam just stares at you, his jaw clenching and his honey eyes dark as he takes several breaths through his nose. You’ve never seen him like this before; you’ve never seen any of the men you’ve been with like this before. It looks as though he’s holding onto a thin veneer of control, and you wonder if he’s angry with you, if you’ve perhaps pushed him too far.

“That was never the issue.” He says and fuck, his voice has gone so gravelly. “And don’t pretend that you’re not wet beneath those clothes of yours. I can smell it.”

Your thighs squeeze together as you swallow hard, struggling to maintain your aura of indifference and no doubt failing.

“That’s because of Txetyo.” You say, and it tastes like a lie on your tongue. “You interrupted us.”

Neteyam laughs quietly and humourlessly. His expression suggests that he doesn’t find anything about this conversation funny, and his hand is still splayed across your back. You’re so damn conscious of how big his palm is as it spreads across your spine. Why the hell hasn’t he let go of you yet?

“Ah, I see.” Neteyam murmurs. “You would have fucked him in my grandmother’s hut?”

Your mouth is so damn dry, and you swallow compulsively. “It’s not any of your business who I fuck.”

Neteyam’s smile is grim. “Txetyo would fuck his own shadow if he were nimble enough to catch it. You have terrible taste in men.”

You rear back. You’re surprised by how much that hurts. Living as a human on Pandora is lonely, and it’s not like you have people lining up outside the human outpost looking to spend time with you. If you want any sort of companionship or intimacy, you have to accept any attention that you can get. And sure, most of that attention comes from men that only want to get their dicks wet, or the experience of being with a tawtute, but it’s better than nothing at all.

“Well, we can’t all be the Olo’eyktan’s son.” You say, your voice stiff and cold. “We don’t all have countless suitors throwing themselves at our feet. Some of us have to accept attention from whoever’s interested.”

Neteyam’s expression shifts, an odd look appearing in his eyes, and your stomach swoops. You don’t think you could bear to see pity in his eyes, so you pull away from him, shaking his hands off.

“Your scratch is fine.” You say, your voice thin and a little thready. “You’re all treated.

“Hey–”

As you stumble to your feet, Neteyam reaches out as if to stop you. You dodge his hands, unable to look him in the eye.

Panic is starting to set in now; what had you been thinking, touching him like that just after he had chided you for flirting with Txetyo in the tsahìk’s hut? God, you feel like such an idiot. He must think you’re so pathetic.

Like a coward, you turn on your heel and flee out of the hut. You need air, you need to be out of the cool darkness of the hut, you need to be away from the overwhelming weight of Neteyam’s presence. Through the blood rushing in your ears you can distantly hear Neteyam call to you, but you’re too desperate to escape from the whole humiliating interaction to stop and listen.

You stagger out of the hut, squinting at the evening light; it seems blinding after spending all day in the dim musty air of Mo’at’s healing hut. You pat at your rumpled shirt and creased denim shorts, flustered and frenzied as you try to straighten yourself out.

“Tawtute?”

You jerk, gasping, and whirl to find that Txetyo is sitting on a log a few feet away from the hut, apparently waiting for you to finish up with Neteyam. You feel like you’re burning up from a mixture of mortification and confused arousal and you’re certain that Neteyam is about to follow you out.

“I– I have to go!” You blurt, already stepping back towards the forest.

Txetyo frowns, obviously bewildered, but he doesn’t stand. “Don’t you want to–”

You don’t wait for him to finish. You’re already fleeing, disappearing into the trees as you run the whole way home.

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It might be a little cowardly, but you avoid the village for days after that.

You stick to the outpost, watching Norm and Max and the other scientists work. You try not to die of boredom, and you try not to overthink and overthink and overthink.

But you have too much time on your hands as you slink around the outpost, and you can’t stop feeling guilty about abandoning your attempts to help Mo’at out in her healing hut.

You also can’t stop thinking about the shift of Neteyam’s muscles in the low dim light, or the silky hot feel of his cock in your hand, or the soft breathy grunts he had let out as his hips rocked. It feels like the experience has actually rewired your brain, as though you’ll never recover from it.

Growing up on Pandora as a human has been lonely. The only other human your age is Spider, who had become the closest thing you have to a brother – and you love him even when you feel like throttling him, but sometimes you just yearn for more.

You want companionship, you want understanding, you want romance, you want sexual intimacy. You don’t think it’s too much to ask for, and if you have to turn to big nine-feet-tall Na’vi warriors who just want to say they’ve had the experience of sleeping with a tawtute, then that’s… fine. Even if it’s only temporary.

Part of you is honestly relieved when Spider finally manages to force you out of the outpost and back to the village. It’s a relief to get back into the forest, to the village, to the life you’re used to. The outpost has nothing on the vibrancy of the village life, and you feel as though you can breathe for the first time in days upon stepping back into the village, even if it’s through your respirator mask.

There’s been a big hunt today, and the village is buzzing with excitement. You pass by several willowy Na’vi covered in celebratory paint, and follow the sound of the heavy thumping of drums.

The evening after a hunt is always a joyful affair, and you gradually start to relax throughout the night. You feast on collected fruit, hum along to some of the music, and sit comfortably with Spider all evening. At some point you’re joined by Lo’ak, which you don’t mind either; Lo’ak has always been the kind of outcast that fits comfortably between the edges of you and Spider. Those edges have smoothed out as he got older, but he’s always been a cool guy to hang out with.

When he’s not joining Spider in ganging up on you, that is.

“So– so wait, wait, let me get this straight,” Lo’ak is waving his hands as though trying to settle down a group of rowdy children, even though it’s just the three of you present. “Neteyam walked in on you fucking again, but this time it was in grandmother’s hut–”

You’re sat around the large campfire in the middle of the village, tucked away from the main celebrations. Part of you is flourishing being in this environment again, but another part is withering at this damn conversation. You glance around nervously, hoping that no casual observers can hear you guys talking.

“Txetyo only had his hand up my top!” You hiss hastily. “We weren’t actually– and we would have gone somewhere else when it came down to it!”

“Txetyo is a dickhead.” Spider complains, leaning heavily on your side. He’s so frequently dwarfed by the Na’vi that it’s easy to forget that he’s over six-feet-tall and corded with muscle, and his bulk is heavy.

Irritatingly, Lo’ak leans into you the same way on the other side, though he’s more careful about leaning his full weight, and you end up crushed in between the two idiots.

“He isn’t.” You protest, pushing back against their weight. “He’s–”

“Nah, he is.” Lo’ak interrupts before you can defend him. “Total skxawng. You know he keeps telling people he’s the best archer in the clan? And yet he didn’t manage to catch anything in today’s hunt–”

You try not to wince at that. It’s impossible to miss that while Txetyo may not have been successful in the hunt today, someone else is being lauded for their skill and success.

Neteyam has been given a place of honour by the fire next to his parents, and the careful swirls of paint all over his body can’t hide the proud glow on his face. Under the smooth veneer of Neteyam’s smiles and cheer was the jagged edge of his inferiority complex, his need to always be better and to be liked. Funnily enough, his insecurity has always been your favourite part of him. It felt real in a way his cockiness didn’t.

You can’t stop yourself from glancing over. Night has already fallen and there are many couples dancing, the flickering firelight sending wild shadows across the gathering. But even in the unsteady light, you catch the intense golden stare of Neteyam watching you from across the circle.

You hastily turn your face away, pressing your lips together tight as you try to pretend like you hadn’t been looking in the first place.

“–He’s better than Art’alak, at least.” Spider says, continuing on the conversation that you had checked out of for a few moments. “That guy was awful. I mean, what did you even see in him?”

You roll your eyes, sinking further back into the stupidly heavy weight of Spider and Lo’ak in a silly attempt to hide yourself from view. It almost definitely doesn’t work, and you can still feel the weight of Neteyam’s stare on you, even as you fixedly ignore him.

“Pretty sure we don’t want the answer to that one, man.” Lo’ak says, snickering.

His eyes glance around, before flashing across the gathering as though he can also feel Neteyam’s attention. You frown as Lo’ak hastily removes his arm from around your shoulders, even leaning away from you a little.

“I’m allowed to want company.” You say loftily, though you’re certain that your voice is a little shaky.

It feels like your skin is heating up under Neteyam’s eyes, and you feel yourself getting shifty. Why won’t he just look away?

Lo’ak obviously notices his brother’s attention, because he leans a little closer so he can speak quietly in your ear.

“My brother can be unbearable,” Lo’ak murmurs, “But he’s not a bad guy.”

“Gross.” You wrinkle your nose playfully at Lo’ak’s rare display of sincerity about his brother and he hisses at you, swiping at your head.

It’s all in jest, which is obvious given how gentle his hands are with you, and you laugh and lean away.

“I just– I don’t understand him.” You sigh once your laughter has tapered off. “I mean, I get that he doesn’t approve of the whole interspecies thing, but it’s like he goes out of his way to catch me in embarrassing situations. If he finds it gross, why seek it out?”

Lo’ak purses his lips and avoids your eyes. “Uh…”

“Anytime he shows up, the guys I’m with go running.” You continue, your brows knitting into a frown. “I mean, it’s getting ridiculous. Why can’t he just mind his own business?”

Lo’ak’s eyes dart over your head, and you just know that he and Spider are sharing a look together.

“He doesn’t– I wouldn’t say he disapproves of interspecies relationships–” Lo’ak says, but he fumbles a little in his attempt to get his words out and darts another panicked glance across the fire towards where Neteyam is sitting with their father.

You just scoff, crossing your arms defensively across your chest. You feel a little vulnerable talking about this; usually, you’re content to suffer through the embarrassment of having your sex partners pretending they don’t know you in public alone, but since Neteyam had started walking in on you, now he knows that they’re doing it too.

“He scolds them like they’re children whenever he walks in on us, talking about how they’re neglecting their duties and all that,” You mutter, scowling. “But it’s obviously because he’s annoyed that his friends are messing around with a Sky Person.”

Spider shifts at your side, making an odd sound beneath his breath. You turn to look at him, but he’s staring rather fixedly at a tree branch overhead. Lo’ak clears his throat, similarly looking off to the side to avoid your eyes.

You frown. It feels as though they’re hiding something from you, and the thought is unsettling.

“What?” You demand, sitting forward and staring intently at them.

“Nothing,” Lo’ak protests, but his voice is a little too high-pitched to be believable. “Uh… It’s just… well, I really don’t think that Neteyam has a problem with interspecies relationships. Our dad came from the Sky, too!”

You think that Lo’ak probably intended for that to be reassuring, but instead you find your stomach sinking miserably.

“Oh.” You say, pursing your lips. “So it’s me that he has a problem with.”

“No!” Lo’ak protests, but then he pauses. His mouth opens and closes as he struggles to form a response under the weight of your narrowed eyes.

When no explanation comes, you end up just averting your gaze and looking towards the fire. It’s stupid, but you’re not sure what you were even expecting. Neteyam has always been perfect in his personal life, his duties, his relationships within the clan, his looks. It’s hardly a surprise that he’s developed a distaste for you – you know what Sky People represent to the Na’vi, after all.

Across the gathering, two Na’vi girls are shooting looks at Spider. You almost think they’re looking at him in disgust, but when Spider catches their eye and smiles back they both look away giggling.

You click your tongue and roll your eyes. You wonder when exactly it was that the Na’vi your age stopped seeing you as human nuisances that haunt the village, and started instead seeing you as people with possible sexual appeal.

“That is just unfair.” You intone dully. “You get Na’vi girls flirting with you from across the campfire, and I get Na’vi boys fucking me in corners and then pretending they don’t know me. And that’s only if I don’t get rudely interrupted by Lo’ak’s asshole brother.”

“Men.” Lo’ak says in a disparaging tone that sounds as though it’s meant to be sympathetic, but it falls short as he’s biting his tongue to keep from laughing. “Maybe you just have bad taste.”

Spider laughs too, though he’s still looking in the Na’vi girls’ direction. There’s a pink flush in his cheeks, and his smile looks distinctly pleased.

“Yeah,” You grumble, sinking down where you’re sitting. “I’m hearing that a lot.”

The conversation moves on then, Lo’ak nudging at Spider over your head and grinning as he recounts the highlights from the hunt earlier that day, but you’re distracted. You hardly even hear a word they say, too busy staring broodingly into the fire.

Luckily, neither Lo’ak nor Spider mind your silence. They’re perfectly content to fill the quiet themselves, chatting and babbling and joking over your head.

You’re drifting, lost in your own thoughts until you hear Lo’ak and Spider go quiet. You glance over to them, only to realise why they’ve stopped talking – Neteyam is walking your way.

You stiffen, eyes narrowing behind your respirator mask as he comes to a stop before you all. He greets his brother and Spider briefly, distractedly, before his big amber eyes settle on you.

All you can do is wait, tensed. You have no idea what he’s going to do or say, but if he says something about that day in the healing hut you might actually scream.

But Neteyam doesn’t immediately say anything. He crouches in front of you, his gaze as measured and even as ever, and proffers a wrapped utumauti leaf to you. For a moment, you just stare at it as though it’s something venomous.

“A portion of yerik meat,” Neteyam clarifies, not even blinking as he watches your face. “From the hunt earlier.”

Oh. Now you see. He’s just showing off, like he always does. He’s always doing things like this, just to show off his skills, his prowess, how strong he is. It’s irritating; everyone already knows how great he is, and he’s already practically revered throughout the village. You don’t know why he keeps trying to flaunt his greatness in front of you, other than the fact that he must love to annoy you.

Spider nudges you in the side, and you reach out to take the wrapped meat from Neteyam’s outstretched hand.

“Thank you.” You say, a little tersely.

Neteyam just nods, his tail coiling. He watches your face for another moment, and all the unspoken tension between you from the other day seems to swell to unbearable heights. His ears twitch, and then he glances over his shoulder to where his parents are sitting by the fire. They’re watching, which makes you feel itchy and embarrassed.

“I should return.” He says simply, before standing and nodding at you, then Spider and Lo’ak, before straightening up and walking back to his place by Jake, his tail swaying low.

There’s a long moment of silence, where you can feel Lo’ak and Spider staring at you.

“Don’t.” You say sharply when you see Lo’ak’s mouth open, and he closes it with a click.

This feels embarrassing, as though Neteyam is mocking you somehow. It’s not the first time he’s given you food, always making sure to let you know he caught it himself. It’s like he has a damn pathological need to show off his skills, to try and prove himself, to prove that he’s better than anyone else. It’s aggravating, even more so now that Lo’ak has made it clear that it’s you that Neteyam has a problem with.

Eventually, Spider and Lo’ak return to their conversation and you pull back, sitting silently between them. You pull your mask off for a brief moment to nibble at the meat. You’re a little irritated to admit that it’s delicious, and you sit back to lean into Spider’s side as you chew at it sullenly.

You’ve just begun to wonder if this night is a total bust altogether when you catch movement out of the corner of your eye. You raise your head, surprised to see the sight of Txetyo stepping towards you.

At your side, Spider and Lo’ak share a look before sitting up straighter.

“Tawtute,” Txetyo greets, nodding his head at you. He casts a single cautious look towards Lo’ak, before focusing on you properly.

He is keeping his voice purposely low so that no one else can hear, but you can’t bring yourself to care. This is the most public setting that any man has ever actually approached you in, and you can feel your expression brightening already.

“Hello.” You murmur, smiling sweetly at him. The last time you had seen him had been right after you had fled the tsahik’s hut, right after you had touched Neteyam– and no, you are not thinking about that right now.

“I would like to speak with you.” Txetyo murmurs, his voice low as he darts one more quick look between Lo’ak and Spider before settling on you again.

You brighten. You’re under no illusions about what Txetyo wants to ‘speak’ about, and you can safely assume that there will be little to no talking involved at all.

Yes. A distraction. This is exactly what you need.

“Sure.” You say, your lips curving up in a coy smile as you unfold yourself from where you’ve been sitting between Spider and Lo’ak.

“Uh–” Lo’ak starts to say, but you’re already beginning to step away with Txetyo, who’s beginning to lead you away from the gathering.

Maybe it’s a little impulsive, but you’re feeling reckless tonight. You can still feel Neteyam’s eyes boring into your back as you follow Txetyo towards the treeline, but you determinedly refuse to look. The celebration should be enough of a distraction to keep him busy and away from you for a while so you can finally get laid.

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You resist the urge to check the time on your battered old wristwatch as Txetyo slides down your body and repositions himself between your legs.

It feels like such a long time since you’ve hooked up successfully with anyone, with no interruptions, which is probably why you’ve been so affected by all-things-Neteyam recently. You were hoping that this encounter with Txetyo would restore you back to normal, to get rid of all the thoughts of Neteyam’s intense golden stare and pretty face and silken hot cock that are absolutely haunting you.

Yet, so far, the night’s been less than stellar. Txetyo had led you away from the celebrations, and you had to try hard to pretend like you don’t see him looking around compulsively to make sure that no one else has seen him leave with you. You had followed him into the trees, and had brightened up when he took your hand as soon as you were out of sight of the gathering.

Before you knew it, you were on your back on the forest floor with your panties around your ankles and your dress rucked up around your waist as Txetyo loomed over you on his hands and knees.

Txetyo is handsome, and he’s big and strong and he’s not opposed to hooking up with a Sky Person, but he’s not much for conversation and it seems like he’s only really got one thing on his mind. Apparently, your list of criteria might be a little lacking, because Txetyo’s also proving to be woefully bad at sex.

He spreads your legs and buries his face there. You blink at the canopy of glowing foliage overhead, grimacing. Honestly, you’d think that anything tongue-adjacent would feel good against a clit, but that’s just not true. Txetyo seems to have an affinity for moving his tongue rapidly and aimlessly against you, resulting in nothing better than the occasional teasing — definitely by accident.

You shift a little, try to angle your hips so that Txetyo’s mouth is over your clit, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on what you’re attempting to do at all. He just moves his mouth away, jabbing his tongue sort of aimlessly at your left labia.

“Could you– a bit higher–” You say, trying to shift again.

Txetyo’s mouth is rather sloppy against your pussy, but you’re not actually sure what he’s doing down there. He seems to be missing every possible nerve ending that might feel good, which is actually a little bit impressive.

You sigh, and just resign yourself to getting bad head. You let your head thunk back against the mossy forest floor, your legs hanging off of Txetyo’s big shoulders as he hunches between your thighs.

It’s almost imperceptible, but the quiet ‘crack’ of a twig breaking underfoot has your head snapping around in a panic.

Though night has fallen, it’s never truly dark on Pandora. The moss beneath you glows faintly, illuminating the outline of your body as you lay there with Txetyo getting busy between your legs. The trees and foliage around you are similarly phosphorescent, your surroundings all lit up in luminous vibrance.

Pandora’s bioluminescence is beautiful; it also means that you can see Neteyam’s figure all dimly lit up as he leans against the trunk of a tree about fifteen feet away.

Neteyam’s head is cocked to the side as he very obviously takes in the scene before him, his head turning to scan up and down your body. His little luminous freckles are lit up and glowing, and it’s impossible to miss the fact that his golden eyes are fixed on you, so intense that it’s almost breathtaking.

You almost scream. You mean to, but instead you moan, completely by accident, and Txetyo groans between your legs.

You don’t know what to do. You’re gaping at Neteyam, who seems all too content to just watch you, meanwhile Txetyo is totally oblivious. He’s still doing nothing right, but something deep inside you pulses.

Moments later, much to your horror, Neteyam takes a small, tentative step forward. He stands only a few feet away, behind Txetyo and in plain view of you.

Go away! You mouth, staring at him in disbelief.

Neteyam scratches his head, feigning confusion, and then he takes another step forward.

He doesn’t say anything. Why isn’t he saying anything? It’s not the first time he’s walked in on you in a situation like this, but usually by this point he’s started making snarky comments, which in turn makes the men you’re with scramble away from you like you’re diseased.

Your dress is pushed up clumsily around your stomach, exposing your pussy. There’s a man between your legs. You’re in the process of getting fucked and Neteyam is watching, goddammit.

It definitely, absolutely is not hot. And yet… your hips twitch, and your breath hitches.

“That feel good?” Txetyo asks, peering up to grin at you. Your attention is dragged back to him and you blink, dazed.

“Yeah,” You lie. “So good.”

“Mm,” Txetyo hums in satisfaction, slipping two fingers into you. “Good.”

You grunt at the stretch of his thick fingers, breathing deep. His mouth returns, his fingers jabbing kind of aimlessly, but it hardly matters. Your attention is locked on Neteyam, and it’s somehow making Txetyo’s useless attempts feel somewhat invigorating.

“Oh god,” You gasp. You’re so confused. Part of you is still waiting for Neteyam to speak up, to make a sound or to clear his throat. Something. But he just watches on, his pretty eyes dark.

“Mm, so pretty,” Txetyo murmurs from between your legs, still blissfully unaware of your onlooker. “Can I fuck you now, tawtute?”

Despite yourself, you find your eyes darting over to Neteyam. The stupid fucker is still looking, and when he sees that you’ve looked at him his lips quirk. Your whole body flushes deep with heat, and you try to pretend like you aren’t taking direction from him; usually, his appearance would have stopped this entire encounter dead in its tracks. But you’re continuing, and the fact is, you feel as though you need his permission or something.

“Y-yes.” You say.

Neteyam purses his lips, and raises his non-existent brows. Fuck, what does that mean?

“How would you like me to–”

“Just like this.” You blurt. It feels, for some reason, as though you can’t risk Txetyo noticing Neteyam. This is the only way you can see Neteyam without Txetyo noticing him, anyway.

Txetyo shuffles up your body, his bulk dwarfing you. There’s a moment’s struggle as he’s lining himself up against your pussy, groaning low as he pushes into you. The stretch is intense, and a little painful, as always; you never quite get used to the bone-deep satisfaction of that achey biting stretch in your cunt.

The stretch is satisfying, like it always is, but it’s not necessarily special. Txetyo is not as evenly proportioned as he looks, and his cock is smaller than other Na’vi you’ve been with. That is, mostly, a good thing; it means he can fuck you without lube, which you usually have to use to accommodate the shocking stretch of taking a Na’vi cock. It also means that you adjust to having him inside you a little quicker, your muscles easing gradually around the intrusion of his dick.

What is special (or at least unusual) is the fact that Neteyam is still watching. You stare back, maintaining a bewilderingly intense sort of eye contact. Txetyo groans as your cunt clenches down on him, and he lowers his face to bury it in your shoulder; like this, your view of Neteyam is completely unimpeded.

“Ah! You’re so tight,” Txetyo hisses. “This is okay?”

“Yes,” You gasp. “You can move.”

And by God, does Txetyo move. He jerks in and out of you with a complete lack of coordination. You bounce and flop against the luminescent bed of moss beneath you, occasionally throwing a hand over your head to try and anchor yourself to a tree root behind you, just to stay put for a second or two.

Neteyam is undoubtedly amused. He has a hand pressed to his mouth, and the skin around his eyes is scrunched up with mirth. At one point, when Txetyo starts humping into you so desperately that you grunt, wincing, Neteyam doubles over himself completely, laughing silently.

“Oh, oh,” Txetyo groans. “Tawtute, I am going to– you are so tight, so hot inside–"

You smack one of Txetyo’s hands away from where he’d been rubbing determinedly at the side of your vulva. You rub at your clit instead in fast, harsh circles, staring at Neteyam desperately. You don’t actually know what you’re looking for, or what you want him to do… but you want him to do something.

Neteyam reaches down to palm the bulge at the front of his tewng that you hadn’t even noticed until now, and you moan. You rub yourself even faster, attempting to angle your hips in any way that could increase your pleasure from Txetyo. It seems impossible, but you manage to catch one or two good strokes.

“Please, please—!” You gasp, eyes wide as you maintain eye contact with Neteyam over the wide bulk of Txetyo’s shoulders.

Neyeyam moans. It’s low, barely noticeable under Txetyo’s own strangled sounds, but you hear it clearly. Your body seizes up and then you’re coming, gasping high and quick as you drink Neteyam in with your eyes, frozen under Neteyam’s gaze in turn.

“Unnng,” Txetyo grunts as he comes too, thrusting into you through the last shocks of his orgasm.

You barely even blink, your eyes fixed wide open as you tremble, your breaths shaky. Neteyam doesn’t break eye contact either, watching you so damn closely that it feels bizarrely as though he’s watching a show you’re putting on, as though all of this is for him. The worst part is you feel as though you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t.

Neteyam silently turns and slips away through the foliage, and Txetyo flops onto the mossy ground beside you moments later, breathing heavily.

“That was good.” Txetyo sighs, his voice thick with satisfaction.

You don’t reply, still staring at the place Neteyam had disappeared into the trees. You’re partly unable to believe what just happened and partly turned on beyond belief, just knowing it did.

What the fuck?

#on holidays atm and I’ve been stressing about how to post this 😭 I’ll have part 2 posted in a day or two!#neteyam #neteyam x human #neteyam x reader #avatar x reader #na'vi x human #na’vi x reader #awow #avatar way of water #neteyam fic #fics

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letstalkaboutfandomsbaby · 22 days ago

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Omg, I read and reread your fitness influencer x chubby cooking influencer like five or six times already! Would you consider writing more parts to it, please?

Omg i would love to, lemme cook for a sec sksksk

CW: chubby fem cooking influencer reader x fitness influencer fave, fluff, smut, mentions of internet trolls being mean, not proofread i am sorry sksksk

So, chubby cooking influencer reader and fitness influencer

A match made in heaven tbh sksksk

But it's very normal at first! Like i said in my original post, reader and fitness influencer (i.e. your fave) just start the relationship with simple conversation

Your likes, dislikes, hobbies, interests, you chat about it all on social media!

His instagram has a lot of tagged photos of your recipes that he tries, as well as photos of him at the gym

His youtube is mostly vlogs of his days as an influencer and workouts and all that

He's always very good about tagging you, even if he just mentions your channel in passing, he's tagging you in the description AND comments

And you always thank him in his dms for tagging you

He starts expecting it now, seeing your notification and it brightens his day

He plays it cool tho, always thanking you in return and asking how your day is going

Which of course leads to conversations about other things (what did you do today, what did you eat, what are you up to)

He likes you, he really likes you

But he tries to be suave, just being nice at first, but he's always thinking of you tbh

At the gym, at home, when he's eating, in the shower, in bed 😏

He ends up jerking off to you quite a bit, though he won't admit it, he's too shy for that sksksk

He does ask about the general area you live in and gets excited when he finds out how close you are

Takes a lot of guts but he ends up asking you on a date, offering to pay for a nice meal and a movie if you want

Does a fist bump and jump when you accept sksksk

He dresses nice for your date, opting to wear dress pants and a tight button up shirt to show off his muscles

BUT YOU?? OMG YOU LOOK SO CUTE

You've got on a yellow sundress with flowers and white heels and a sun hat and he is just UGH so obsessed with you

Date goes well. He's happy to see you eating freely and without a care about how he may think, plus you get dessert and you lick cream off your lips and he has to excuse himself to go to the bathroom and calm himself down bc he got a boner 😔

Before the date ends, he asks you if you two can do this again, and you turn bashful

"You really want to hang out with me again??" you ask with big doe eyes

"Of course I do. I wanna date you, Y/N. And fuck you the way you deserve"

....is what he wishes he said sksksk

But instead he just nods, screaming inside bc you are honestly just so precious

You go on a second date, and a third, and a fourth and a fifth and honestly he is getting a little frustrated bc you have not even tried to hold his hand yet

He tried making the first move, but you're always just out of reach, just a little too far away from him to do anything

He agonizes over it a little bit, asking his gym bros what he should do

"Maybe she's just not into you dude"

"Just grab her and kiss her dude"

"I don't know man, i like men, not women"

They're no help tbh sksksk

He just decides to ask you on your next date and figure out why you won't initiate things with him

When he asks you, your eyes go wide and he thinks that if you could blush, your whole body would turn red

"What?! This whole time we've been going on dates?! I thought you just liked food as much as me and wanted to share it!"

He feels like he's gonna bang his head against a wall sksksk

TO BE FAIR! When he asks you out, he always refers to it as "hanging out" so you can't be blamed for getting confused

You decide to sit down with some ice cream and talk about how you both feel

He admits that he's been crushing on you for a while before you met and that he wanted to date you

You shyly admit that you find him very attractive but thought he was out of your league so you never considered that he could have feelings for you he's gonna crack his head open on the pavement omg sksksk

He reassures you that he genuinely likes you and is attracted to you and wants to have a romantic relationship with you

It's hard for you to believe, he's just so handsome and big and strong, is this real life or a dream??

You decide to let him prove it to you with more dates uwu

You start getting closer to him, letting him put his arm around around you, holding your hand

You're very anxious when he tries to kiss you, but once it happens it feels like fireworks are going off in your brain

You really like kissing him, just because he's always so gentle and he's so close and he's warm

You really, really like him 🥺

But don't worry sweet love, he likes you just as much if not more sksksk

He's so obsessed with you it's honestly kind of silly sksksk

He thinks about you all the time! And he wants to be with you all the time! He feels like he's gonna explode every time you show up to a date in a cute outfit!

He wants to make the relationship official and exclusive, so he asks to make a vlog with you

You agree! Not only do you think it would be good traction for your channel, but it would be nice to spend the day with him :)

You both bring your cameras on the day of the vlog!

You start by getting breakfast, showing off your coffees

He gets annoyed that you JUST have a coffee, but you swear it fills you up and he lets it slide as long as you eat a good lunch

Then you go to the gym together! You just hang out on the treadmill while he does his weight lifting

Tbh he's very distracted by your outfit, your leggings make your ass look so fucking good, and he would've been fucked if he didn't have a spotter

Then you go to lunch and you gush about the food and the restaurant and he's infatuated with you 💕

You turn the camera towards him and he's just got a lovesick look on his face

Then you go to a movie and then you go to his apartment for dinner!

You cook dinner together, making a meal that the both of you can enjoy, one that is nutritious AND delicious

You finish the vlog by showing off your finished plates and talking about what a fun day you had :)

You're ready to pack up your stuff and go home, but he asks if you'd like to stay and hang out a bit more

You oblige. You're dating now so it makes sense for yall to spend more time together

You decide to cuddle up and watch a movie, but 20 minutes in, you guys are making out on his couch sksksk

Things get hot and heavy pretty quick, and now his hand is going up your shirt and he's squeezing your waist and you start getting shy 😔

Does he really want you? Is he really interested in you? Is he sure that he wants you and your body?

But then your leg moves and rubs against his crotch and good lordy you can feel his boner 😳

Ok, goodbye insecurities, he's def into you and you're gonna get your man 😏

You go to the bedroom, undress, and oh boy he is enamored by you

Your breasts, your thighs, your BELLY?? You're gorg and he's obsessed

But he's not the only one drooling sksksk has he seen himself lately? He's sculpted like a god, you can't believe you scored a guy like him

AND NOT TO MENTION HIS COCK SKSKSK like that thing is long and thick, you're genuinely wondering if it's gonna fot

The two of you spend a good five minutes just staring at each other and complimenting each others' physiques

Eventually you get to the sex part sksksk but there's a lot of praise along the way

He's so cute the way he kisses down your body and spreads your legs and nuzzles into your mound

He's not too bad at giving head. You have to give him a little direction but he gets the hang of it and makes you cum

You admit that you're a little scared of sucking his dick so he doesn't make you, you just go to the main event

You're not sure if you should let him hit it raw but you're too impatient to let him get a condom, you're on birth control and you need that dick NOW

He slides in very easily, you are unbelievably wet and oh my god, if he doesn't focus then he'll cum so easily

He fits inside you so well, filling you up just right without any pain

It's such a good fit, his cock feels soooooo good inside you

And then he starts thrusting and all bets are off

The sex is so fucking good, oh my GOD

He just keeps hitting your sweet spots and rubbing your clit and oh god you're cumming already

Your cunt squeezes him so deliciously and you're so pretty and cute when you cum and holy fuck the noises you make are just sinful and he needs to slow down bc if he doesnt he's not gonna last long

He makes you cum three times before he pulls out and cums all over your tummy

Thinks you look so cute covered in his cum 🥴

He ends up cleaning you off with his tongue which just makes you needy again and you ask him oh so sweetly if he can fuck you one more time and whoops now his cock is hard again, guess he's gotta fuck you 🤷‍♀️

You guys go at it all night, eventually showering and going to bed around 4am

Of course you sleep over, ain't no way in hell he's letting you leave after all that

You sleep in together and when you wake up he makes you breakfast 🥺💕

He uploads his vlog after editing it the next day, and you upload yours

Your comments are very sweet at first, congratulating you on your new relationship with this other influencer

But then they turn mean :( people start to say that you're not good enough for him, why is he even with you, he should be with this other fitness influencer instead :(

He is pissed. His fans are attacking you on your page 😡

He makes a video the next day and posts it where he explains that he loves you and is happy with you and that until the hate comments stop, he will not be posting on his page

He helps you delete and mute and block and filter comments and users

He's very upset about this entire experience

"I guess you don't want to be with me anymore, huh?" you ask

He's offended and hurt!

"Why would you say that?"

"Well, you saw what they said. Maybe you should be with someone better..."

"What are you talking about? I love you, Y/N. You're perfect for me and I don't want anyone else. Do you just not want to be with me?"

"No! I do! I just... worry that I'm not good enough for you..."

He grabs your hands and makes you look at him

"Y/N, you are perfect to me. I couldn't ask for anyone better. I love you and I want to be with you. Please don't let these trolls dictate your life."

You're still hurt by the comments, but your feelings for him overpower the negative things you're feeling

You keep dating, and as time goes on, you care less and less about the comments that were made about your relationship

You continue with your channel and vlogs with him and enjoy your life

You still get backlash every now and then from obsessed friends, but when that happens, you just turn your computer off and go on about your day

Negativity can really affect your life, but he's always there to cheer you up and fuck you stupid so you forget all those mean comments sksksk

You become the "it" couple in the fitness and cooking communities, everyone thinks you're so so cute together and such a good match, so fuck those online trolls! Your cooking besties and his gym bros love you two together and that's all that matters 💕

I imagine he proposes after a year of dating, not wanting to waste any more time without you

He proposes at your favorite restaurant, but you say no :(

To be fair, your reasons are justified. You guys have rarely had arguments, you haven't gone through many trials in your life, you don't even live together! How can you be sure that he's the one when you haven't truly struggled with him yet?

He understands, although he's diappointed 😔

On the bright side, you suggest moving in to an apartment together once your leases are up! And he's very happy about that :)

You guys adopt some kitty cats after you move in together! You adopt two kittens from the same litter and you love them so so much, they often appear in your vlogs and sometimes you do cat reviews like on cat trees and toys and stuff

He encourages you to go to the gym for health reasons, but he doesn't push it. He just wants you to take care of yourself so you can be around for as long as possible 💕

He's gained a little bit of pudge! He's still strong as hell, but he's got a little layer of fat over some of his muscles like his abs, he's just not as sculpted now

It's bc he can't resist your food sksksk

But you're still very attracted to him so he doesn't care so much

Overall, beautiful love story, match made in heaven 💕

#ask #☀️ asks #smut #chubby reader

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delirious-donna · 1 year ago

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Soft [Kakashi Hatake]

an: based on some thoughts I had after seeing this beautiful art of Mr Hatake looking a little more soft in physique.

pairing: Kakashi Hatake x female reader

warnings: self ship coded, established relationship with mentions of marriage and a child, rokudaime Kakashi au, fluff, flirting, suggestive at best, body positivity, reader is assumed to be curvy

Kakashi is a strong man. He always has been and probably always will, if he has any say in the matter. However, gone are the days when the defined ridges of his abdominals could cut glass.

The dips of his Adonis belt are less pronounced, and his biceps are still large but not carved from marble as they were even five years ago. A lot had changed but that’s life, and in the end, contentment brought him here.

Gone were the days when he could work out for hours in the early morning, greeting the new day covered in sweat on his way to a much-needed shower before the working day began. Now he had responsibilities to tend to and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

A wife to rouse from slumber, a hard task at the best of times, and a son to watch like a hawk as he propels through the house like a mini tornado with an eye for destruction. There were breakfasts to be made, lunches to be prepped, hair to be wrestled into some semblance of neatness and kisses to be shared. Wet kisses pressed messily to his cheek from his son as he heads out for work. Lingering kisses with his beloved that make him stay a few seconds longer just to taste you thoroughly.

Your love never wavered for the silver-haired shinobi, and even now as darker grey peppers throughout the messy strands, you still found them as enticing to run your fingers through as you always had. Age was especially kind to Kakashi, the lines around his eyes were from laughter and not stress and the weight of his responsibilities no longer dragged down his shoulders and slumped his spine.

It was amazing how easy it was to deal with the daily grind that accompanied his role when he knew he would return to the love and warmth that was his home. Everything was easier when love was in the mix, who knew?

So yes, he wasn’t as trim anymore. There was a slight pudge to his stomach and you could grab a good portion of his sides in the midst of being railed into the mattress, but fuck, was it sexy.

The silver hairs that formed his happy trail now extended higher towards his belly button and his butt hugged his sweatpants a little tighter and fuller than before. You had never shied away from the attraction you felt for him, but now it made Kakashi chuckle when you eyed him like some tasty treat to be devoured whole.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

“Damn right, I do. When did you start getting even more handsome? Should be criminal this late in life.”

He huffed a laugh, eyes narrowing at your teasing words and the insinuation that he was getting on in years. He was still in the prime of his life, far from past it and he’d remind you of that.

“Well…” he murmured against the shell of your ear. “You know how fond I am of your softness.” Kakashi trailed his calloused fingertips over the gentle swell of your stomach, stopping to massage your hips and waist. “Thought you’d like to snuggle with someone a little less unyielding.”

How quickly your hands wandered across the expanse of his strong abdomen, a fingertip tracing the muscles. A familiar melody forced his eyelids to droop low, the hum in your throat as enchanting as the very first time he heard it.

You took your time in exploring a body you were intimately familiar with, pawing at him like the needy feline you always were until two strong arms banded around your waist.

“I might be a little more soft, but I’m still the man you fell for and I can still carry you to the bedroom with ease.”

Your chin dipped in agreement, gaze lifting to meet the desire swirling in his charcoal eyes. “Your heart has always been soft, Kakashi, whether you knew it or not. Your body simply matches it now and I’ll love you no matter what shape you take.”

#delirious writes #kakashi x reader #kakashi fluff #kakashi hatake

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littlefireball · 9 months ago

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Can I request an Ateez fic with Yeosng x female reader where she accidentally runs into yeosang outside and his drink accidentally spills on her so he offers her a shower and some clothes as it's pretty late and he walks in on her getting out the shower and it gets smutty from there?

Dont want to share name so here's my Fave emoji🐈‍⬛

Here you go 😉

ʏꜱ|ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ (ᴍ)

ʏᴇᴏꜱᴀɴɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.1ᴋ

"Why am I here…" You find yourself constantly regretting your decision to come here. The blaring music in the bar is making your ears ache, and the rowdy crowd of dancers and screamers is only adding to your discomfort. If you hadn't given in to your friend's persistent requests, you wouldn't have found yourself in this dreadful place.

Glancing at the time on your phone, you see that it's already three o'clock in the morning. The party shows no signs of slowing down, but you feel like you can't bear another moment of it.

"I can't take this anymore. I'm leaving!" Determined, you push your way through the crowd in search of your friend.

"Hey, Ariel. I gotta go."

"What? But you haven't gotten laid with a guy yet!?"

"What the fuck are you talking about? I'm not a casual person, okay?" you reply, feeling frustrated.

"Tsk…You'd be kind enough not to stay chaste for yeosang."

"Why are you mentioning him again?"

"Am I wrong? How long have you liked him,how long have you been chasing him? Huh? Didn't he ignore you in the end?"

You've had a crush on yeosang since your freshman year of college, and now you're in your third year, still unable to move on.

"You should forget about him and move on! There are plenty of other great guys out there," Ariel advises.

You roll your eyes and sigh, look very dissatisfied, "I'm not interested in talking with you, fuck you and bye."

"Hey you virgin!" Ariel's loud shout attracts the attention of the surrounding crowd, eliciting some jeers.

"Our friendship is over." You spun around, extended your middle finger behind you, and strode off, leaving her to mock your departure. It bewilders you that this "friend," who neither respects nor enjoys reminiscing with you about the past, will understand the depth of your actions.

"Tsk…fucking bitch!" Reflecting on her past actions intensifies your anger, leading you to curse even more. Your gaze drops, contemplating why you had refrained from slapping her just moments ago.

"Ah!! How foolish of me!! I ought to have punched her!!" Your pace quicken, oblivious to a man approaching with his head also bows. In your distraction, you collide with him, causing the sports drinks he carries to spill all over you.

"Oh no!!" you blurt out, abruptly snap back to reality from your reverie.

"Oh dear…my dress…" Now, your white dress bears orange stains, likely to attract a swarm of ants. Today seems to be a day where misfortunes piled up one after another.

"AH! My apologies…Y/N?" While you sought out paper towels to dab your skirt, a familiar voice reached your ears. Looking up, you are greeted by a known silhouette.

"Yeosang?" It is only then did you recognize the man before you as Yeosang, the object of your longstanding affection. He has just finished a workout session, clad in a black vest that showcased his robust muscles, his body sheathes in a subtle sheen of sweat, prompting an involuntary gulp and your cheeks to warm.

"It's quite late. What brings you here?"

"Ah, it's a bit of a story." You averte your gaze, the recent bitter exchange with Ariel still fresh and mortifying.

"Regardless…um…about your attire…I reckon your home is a fair distance from here, correct?"

"Yeah…perhaps I should hurry home for a shower or just clean up in a restroom."

"Uh…if it wouldn't inconvenience you, my place is nearby. You're welcome to shower there."

"Really?" Oh my, his place? Suddenly, your heart races, thumping so loudly you fear it might burst out of your chest.

"Yes, my home is just around the corner."

"Hmm, yeah, alright." Finding yourself at a loss for words, you stammer out a response. During the walk to his home, he is surprisingly talkative. Opposed to his usual solitude in the gym or library, his chatty demeanor is a revelation.

"The bathroom is over there; here are my hoodie and a towel for you." "Thank you." You close the door and can't help but smell his clothes.

"Oh my god…I can't believe now I'm in his house!!" In an instant, you stifle a burgeoning scream with your hand, your smile twisting wildly as if possessed.

Stripping off your attire, you step inside and activate the shower. The second the warm water cascades over you, your stiff muscles unwind, yet the realization that you are bare and showering in Yeosang's abode, with nothing but a thin door between you two, reignites your apprehension.

"I need to relax." Attempting to soothe your nerves only escalates your agitation. "I'm actually in his house! I'm actually using his shower gel! I'm actually wearing his clothes!!" The sensation of going mad is overwhelming, and the excitement, perhaps combined with the warmth of the water, makes your body feel ablaze and your pulse race.

Yeosang glances at the clock on the wall, noting your absence from the shower for nearly an hour now. His impatience grows, spurred not only by the discomfort of feeling grimy but also by the complexities of your relationship.

"Did I actually suggest she shower? Have I lost my mind?" He gazes down at his body, his restlessness fueled by arousal. Merely imagining you, now naked, soon to be garbed in his hoodie post-shower, is stimulating.

"Damn…I should bathe as well, without delay." Collecting his garments, he approaches the bathroom door and knocks.

"Y/N?" The response is silence. "Y/N?" Silence prevails once more.

Concerned thoughts flurry through his mind. 'Is she alright? What's occurred?' The possibility of you fainting crosses his mind, prompting him to swiftly open the door, only to find you in the midst of your shower.

God, you are breathtaking.

"Yeo…yeosang?" The sound of the door opening jerks you back to the present; you are met with Yeosang's concerned gaze, yet it is tinged with a deeper desire.

"Are you alright? I called out several times but received no answer. I worried something had befallen you.

Reactively, you spin around, concealing your chest, flooded with embarrassment.

"Ah, I'm sorry…I didn't hear you…but…but…you…"

"Look, it's getting late, and I need to shower. I have an early lesson tomorrow."

"Sorry! I'll hurry up and get out soon."

"No need, continue your shower.""What?" He disrobes and joins you, leaving you dumbfounded and shamed. Your grip tightens around the shower head, your body paralyzed.

"How can I proceed if you're holding the shower head?" He moves in closer, his breath warming your back. Too mortified to speak, you simply hand him the shower head. His smirk reveals amusement at your timidness.

"And the body wash as well." Retrieving the shower head, he leans in to grab the shower gel. His chin resting on your shoulder, pressing against your back with his chest, and his finger grazing your arm, igniting a shiver down your spine.

"You like me, aren't you?" he murmurs. Your eyes widen in shock - his directness is unexpected.

"I…I…"

"Am I mistaken? Perhaps it's just my imagination."

"No…no" You turn around to meet his lustful gaze, with a smirk on his face. You can't help but admire his beauty. Just standing in front of you is enough to make you faint.

"I…mean." With your lips sealed, anxiety silences your ability to unveil the truth. Your heart's rhythm fiercely tries to override all other sounds.

"Mean what?" Eyes locked, the distance between you dwindles. Breath intermingling, the magnetic pull is undeniable. "I…" It's a simple confession of "I like you," yet it's trapped, unsaid. An invisible barrier seems to perch upon your lips. Taking a deep breath, you gather your bravery, draw him close, and your lips meet his in a fervent kiss.

With escalating passion and desire, Yeosang encircles your waist, returning your kiss with both affection and tenderness. The kiss is a fusion of love's fervor, deep-seated emotions, and the intensity of mutual desire.

Your lips briefly become one, sending ripples of intense feelings through each of you. "How daring of you," he whispers amidst the kiss, igniting a flush of warmth across your cheeks.

He captures your lips once more before offering a loving smile. The exploration of tongues, gentle yet passionate, mimics flames dancing together, igniting a fervor within your hearts.

Drawn even closer, your bodies naturally seek the warmth and synchrony of each other's pulses. He presses you gently against the wall, your bodies tightly conjoined as if becoming one.

His proximity intensifies, his arousal evident as it grazes you, eliciting a mix of pleasure and anticipation. The subtle contact encourages a restless shifting of your thighs, rubbing against his tip without notice.

He hisses and stops the kiss, resting his forehead on yours. "I can't last if you keep doing this." He whispers and leans forward. His hardened length nestled between your wet thighs, teasing your entrance.

"Have you done this before?" You shake your head.

"Tell me if you want this." He cups your face, caressing your cheek, every gentle touch sending the wave of heat through your body. Holding his hand and leaving a peck on it, you whisper "Yes."

He can no longer resist the urge to wrap up your legs on his waist, pinning your hands above your head without breaking the passionate kiss.

"Hm-!!" You close your eyes tightly as the sudden feeling of being penetrated is hard to bear, so weird that it makes you scream.

"It's gonna be okay." He buries his head in the crook of your neck and thrust in and out with a slow pace, not wanting to hurt you. He leaves a trail of kisses on your jaw and neck as if comforting you.

Everything naturally changes into pleasure, driving you to a new height of ecstasy.

"Please, yeosang, I want more, please deeper."

"Good girl, stay still." He withdraws his cock, only the tip remains in your cunt, and pushes in with a great force.

"Oh god!!" You moan out as his tip hits your sweet spot so harsh, making your body squirm and tighten your wall.

"Fuck, you feel so good." Wrapped around by your wet and warm wall, his cock twitches every time when his name leaves your lips. Combined with your beautiful moaning, it's just like an attractive synonym.

"Yeosang ar~ah~" You keep calling out his name as if it is the only thing in your mind. "You really know how to drive me crazy." He speeds up his thrusting, without any gentleness but only raw emotion and lust.

Lowering his head to suck your nipple, his tongue circles around it, licking everywhere he can find. Without breaking the sucking and licking, the movement from his lower body becomes more intense. Each thrust makes you hold your breath, your mouth forming an 'O,' emitting sounds of pleasure.

The scent of shower gel mixed with the smell of sex, along with the sounds of bodies colliding, was highly erotic. He fucks you at an inhuman pace as if he never tired.

"Sang…Sangie…" The intense love-making made your brain overly excited, almost completely losing your ability to speak. A weird feeling appears in your stomach; you can't describe it but just feeling you're heading toward the edge.

"Want to cum?" "Cum…what?" "Don't hold it, release them all." You closed your eyes tightly, moaning loudly as if trying to force out the last breath from your throat.

"Cum on my cock, girl." Along with his words and the intensified thrusts, stimulating your sensitive nerves, you release all with a loud moan.

"Shit, it feels so well!" Your juices wet his thighs, and eventually, they were washed away by the water from the shower head. The warmth and wetness both wrap around his cock, urging him to climax together.

After a few thrust, he comes all with a moaning voice. Both of you panting heavily and he slowly places you down to the ground. Your knees almost give out but luckily he holds you firmly.

"You did so well, love. Let's clean up." He pecks at your forehead and helps you shower.

"What are we now?" You ask him while nesting in his arm, feeling his breath spaying on your skin.

"Boyfriend and girlfriend?" You dare not believe what you heard, just staring at him with surprise and touch.

"You don't want?"

"No! I haven't said that!" You pat his chest then rest your head on his chest.

"So, can you be my girlfriend?" You nod as an idiot and laugh out, hugging him tighter.

"Sangie,"

"Hm?"

"What I just wanted to say, but what I didn't say was…I like you."

"I know and I like you too. If not, I won't ask you to come to my place." You both smile at each other and lean forward into a kiss before falling into a deep sleep together.

This accident caused you to 'lose' your fake friendship, but gain true love.

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Mermaid Douma x Reader Oneshot

You would have luck attracting the clingiest of creatures.

This is a sorta connecting story to Ocean Deep but with two different Y/ns. A gift for @warringwarrioridiot on Tumblr. It's not gonna be very long but it's here for whomever wants to read it. If you need a refresh for what Douma looks like in the mer au he's a Fairy Wrasse mer and the link to the fish is below.

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"You're here again?"

"Naturally, Darling.~"

"Don't call me that."

The distant sounds of water sloshing around the body circulated the air and a coo Lik a dove would give their beloved. The sun shown down brightly today too. The birds were chirping and a few cute critters were scuttling around your small space until the presence of the large predator drove them all away in fear of being eaten alive. A nuisance really despite the muscle and power that he exuded like a bolt of lightning ready to strike any moment. But he teetered between such things as a harmless calm puddle and the for mentioned lightning.

You paid the creature behind you not an ounce of attention or fear despite the animals running for their lives. The strong straw at your hands busy being tangled within your grip as nimble hands weaved a wicker basket. Rose petals tickled your head briefly as you continued to work but did now only pause as claws weaved through locks of your hair. Only then did f/c eyes turn to finally look at the cold eyes.

Like fragmented stained glass they were. Pretty but glossy with nothing barely in there despite their beauty. Claws that could kill, and probably have killed, combing over the delicate locks in their hold. Petting you and slowly trailing down your face until the dangerous hand cupped your face

"There. So beautiful.~"

"You've been a pain ever since I untangled you from the net you were in."

Another coo as the ocean dwelling creature leaned closer from the edge of the stream he now occupied. "So mean. I'd prefer to call it taking care of the woman I'm fond over.~ My sweet little plaything.~"

You should've just left him to detangle himself all those years ago but you being young and naive didn't heed the warnings of being associated with creatures no human should tangle with. Your eyes glossed over as a distant memory replayed in your head. The fateful day all those years ago that trouble started following you.

"...Who...W-Who ARE you?!"

"...Douma!"

"Are you going to eat me?"

"Maaaaybe. Maybe not. Are you going to stand there and stare at me?"

You felt your body feel cold and frozen just standing there staring at the ..beast?. creature? Before you. He stared at you with such glazed over colorful eyes. A beautiful cascading head of platinum blonde fell from his head as if the starlight colored it, and a just as beautiful colorful fish tail adored his lower half. You had just been wondering around by the stream and laid down for a nap after fishing unsuccessfully for a few hours now. Then you were woken up by the sounds of something big struggling along the riverbank to your left just struggling behind a thick bush leaning over the river. You assumed it was a beached fish or perhaps a deer that had gotten it's antlers stuck in the branches, however when you pulled the bush away you were shocked by what you saw. So shocked that you sorta..just went on numb autopilot staring at the boy your age struggling to untangle himself.

"I-....WHAT are you?! A-Are you a siren?!"

It was the boy's turn to pout tilting his head. "That's a harmful stereotype to assume I am one of the more barbaric types. Sirens and merfolk are two completely different beings. I wished you humans would stop mislabeling us."

Your eyes widened. "Y-Y-You're a merman?!"

"I'm glad you caught on. Now please stop staring. You'll draw attention to me and I don't need that right now."

You opened your mouth and closed it a few times before shaking your head and blinking. "H-How did you get here in the first place?!"

"I was being hunted by one of those..." he hummed tapping a blue tipped claw to his chin. "What do you call them? Monster hunters?" He waved a hand smiling. "Anyways- They're blaming me for a kraken's killings although I'm sure they don't care." He watched as you stared at him a little longer before a hand touched his tail all of a sudden making him look down towards you. "Well now- If you found me so irresistible you could've just asked me.~"

You didn't answer other than giving an annoyed look. Instead tugging at the knots on the tail (that actually felt surprisingly smooth but wet) but found that the thick knots were too tight to be broken and you didn't have a knife on you. The ropes were also tangled up in the lower hanging branches of the bush. That must've been how he got stuck. Unfortunately it looked too terribly tangled up to get out without cutting it either. You'd be unable to cut him out....But.. Maybe he could slip out? He watched as you shifted to his tail and grabbed the ropes around it.

"What are do-Oh!"

He yelped as you bluntly pulled his tail up by the ropes lifting half his body off the went muddy bank and pulled up. The ropes were tight on him. And he was pretty heavy! You grunted pulling at them eventually jumping up and down a bit and trying to hook your fingers under the ropes to try and get a better grip on the ropes- Until something gave. With a wet splat sound, his tail wetly slipped through the ropes and he landed on the muddy ground with a thud leaving you holding ropes in your hands. Douma hissed in lingering soreness that throbbed from his tail and groaned laying there.

You blinked at the ropes before tossing them aside and leaning over him. "Are you ok?"

"Incredibly sore but I'll live." His eyes turned back up to you, turning in such an inhuman fashion it made you jump that large smile still on his face. "But...you helped me?"

"I mean-...You were stuck. Was I not supposed to? If you wanted to get out yourself then sorry. I guess. I mean I'd want someone to help me if I was trapped somewhere. Wouldn't you?"

"I suppose so." He pushed himself to sit up on his elbows raising a brow and looking you over. "It's just rare a human would help someone like me willingly and not try to get something in return." He made a point to reach out towards the bottom of your dress but you took a large step back.

You shrugged and looked at him. "I mean you did need help. I'm not sure what else I would do with you."

He continued to stare at you up and down before just silently flipping onto his stomach and you watched as he dragged himself across the short bank and into the water of the stream with a few water shuffling sounds. Blinking you continued to watch as his head reemerged a moment later and he looked at you.

"Never the less, thank you for your assistance. I would appreciate it if you don't tell anyone about our meeting. It's an inconvenience as it was just to escape the last time."

You huffed. "I don't think anyone would believe me even if I did tell them. I don't even believe this! I'm going to wake up from my nap and this'll all be a dream."

He chuckled. "Perhaps so...But still one good deed deserves another. What's your name?"

"My name is Y/n, Mr. Dream Merman. But I assure you that I don't need anything in return even from a dream."

He smiled wider. "Perhaps not." He then tilted his head. "...Are you married or engaged? Or do you already have a lover?"

"No. I mean you'd already know that being a figment of my imagination."

"Then I shall return to marry you once we're older. I'll be back to claim you then. Let this be my marriage vow to you."

"Ok. Mr Dream Mer-"...You blinked. "Wait. What-"

With a PLUNK sound, the head disappeared and you were left there stunned and staring slack jawed at the water. Whatever really happened just...gone. you continued to stare until you did the only thing that you could do in this situation. Go back to your nap, and sleep away the rest of this weird dream.

You had thought it had been nothing but a weird dream a silly teenage girl had. Until years later you were living on your own, with your own adorable cottage by the same stream and you were tending to the garden like you always did until a slippery wet creature decided to crawl up the banks-

"Y/N. I'M READY FOR YOU TO TAKE ME NOW?!"

You continued to stare at nothing lost in thought until two powerful arms wrapped around your and gently pulled your body into Douma's. His forehead dipping down to press against yours. F/c eyes deadpanned glanced at your shoulder.

"... You're getting my dress wet."

"Hmph! You Always have to spoil the moment."

"Will you let go of me if I did compliment you?"

"NOPE!~"

"Then suffer."

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nutty1005 · 1 year ago

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3 Xiao Zhan.

Original Article: https://mp.weixin.qq.com/s/7YZimnoaGOkx-vTeiPyckg Original Author: 智族GQ Translator’s note: The article will be published in the February 2024 Issue of GQ

Xiao Zhan: Clear goals, accepting results

01 Relaxation

The studio was by the Huangpu River in Shanghai, Xiao Zhan was wrapped in a black down jacket, he had took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the corner of the sofa, looking very relaxed. The filming came to an end for the time being. Although he had been working continuously for more than 7 hours, there was no trace of fatigue on his face.

This is a face that attracts attention all the time. A few months ago, the studio released a Xiao Zhan’s birthday photoshoot, and keen-eyed netizens immediately noticed that his face had “became rounder”. In order to play the character of Guo Jing in the movie “The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero”, which was directed by Tsui Hark, Xiao Zhan gained weight before joining the group, his cheeks were no longer so thin and his figure was obviously more buff. In the photographs, he had a stubble and the vicissitudes of life were slightly visible on him.

Strictly speaking, “The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Great Hero” was Xiao Zhan’s second movie. There were many previous classic versions of Guo Jing’s character, and the pressure on him was obviously visible.

On the day of the cover shoot for “GQ”, Xiao Zhan got up very early to go for a run. He could not help but think, my God, I am going to lose muscle mass again after sweating so much. He debated whether to continue, and finally decided to run for 30 minutes. When the time came, he remembered that body fat would start burning after 30 minutes, so he ran for an additional 10 minutes.

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All of these is for work. “Actually, I don’t want to run. Running will lose muscles mass, but I have to run to reduce swelling.” After the filming, he planned to do weights training no matter how late it was. An actor’s self-discipline is to be always ready to shape his image for the character, but he must also strictly control his diet and manage his body shape. Xiao Zhan regards both as professional standards and expects himself to do so

Before meeting, I thought Xiao Zhan would be very cautious about interviews. To my surprise, Xiao Zhan had a rare sense of relaxation, answered all questions, and was even humorous. When mentioning that actors should observe characters in life, he commented on the sitting postures of several people present; when asked what things he did not expect after joining the industry, his answer was that he could not eat whatever he wanted like his high school classmates.

The interview lasted for almost two hours, I became curious about what kind of experience it had been for Xiao Zhan, who had been under immense attention in the past few years. Xiao Zhan said instead that he had forgotten this matter frequently and it did not cause him a lot of trouble in life, the most “cruel” thing might have been “being unable eat as much as you want”.

“I will still sneak out to ride my bike, take a walk, and do a City Walk. There was only one time when I was recognized after walking in a alley for 5 minutes. I also mingled into the cinema and watched a movie. No one will care about you, really. After leaving the Internet, many things will be solved easily. Sometimes it seems like what is before our eyes is the world, this is a misunderstanding, but yet we cannot avoid this misunderstanding, so there is no way around it.”

There were so many things he especially wanted to do, such as taking the subway and going shopping. “I will really squeeze onto the subway, perhaps tomorrow, it’s so normal, I used to take the subway every day.” For Xiao Zhan, this was the life he really wanted. The voices of social media no longer bothered him, “After all these years, can I still live if I’m still bothered? (laughs) It’s really just fine.”

At this stage, Xiao Zhan is very satisfied with his living situation. “I have a job, a life of my own, and an audience that likes me. I have nothing to be dissatisfied with.”

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02 Becoming an Actor

To a certain extent, Xiao Zhan’s sense of relaxation stems from his increasingly clear goals. The voices from the external world no longer bothered him, he is clear about what he wants and what he do not want. Now, he is doing more subtraction for himself. In the past two years, he had rarely appeared in variety shows, taking the career of actor as his most important goal at this moment.

In 2023, 3 television dramas starring Xiao Zhan broadcasted, and each character was a challenge for Xiao Zhan. During the interview, Xiao Zhan said many times that he was “under a lot of pressure”, and he said this almost every time when reviewing every stage. But his tone was light, without the heaviness of complaints, more like a post analysis and summary, the reasons were often specific and objective: the first time he came into contact with performing without props, the first time he took on the leading role alone, the first time he acted in an modern drama…

“Where Dreams Begin / The Youth Memories” was a script that Xiao Zhan particularly liked. He liked stories about that generation very much, as a child he watched some television dramas such as “Once Upon a Time in Beijing” and “Happiness as Flowers”. When he mentioned the 1970s and 1980s, he felt that it was sunny and bright, it was colorful. Many people said that Xiao Chunsheng was a perfect character, but to Xiao Zhan that happened to be his greatest flaw, he thought this character was very interesting and wanted to give it a try. Xiao Chunsheng was a young man from Beijing, hence how to express the character’s imposing manner and speak authentic Beijing dialect was a big challenge for Xiao Zhan, who had lived in Chongqing since childhood.

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The Shi Ying character in “The Longest Promise” was aloof, because he did not want to let down everyone’s expectations for his ancient costume appearance, Xiao Zhan tried his best to lose weight before joining the group. “‘The Longest Promise’ was a script I got in 2020. It had the most complete character and most delicate emotions from the scripts I could choose from, it was also very logical and self-consistent, it was my best choice.”

“Sunshine By My Side” was a script that Xiao Zhan has been exposed to for the longest time, starting from the end of 2019. Although Sheng Yang in “Sunshine By My Side” closely overlapped with Xiao Zhan’s pre-debut career, but for him to move his life as a designer to the screen and act in a natural and convincing manner, he did not have confidence. “Modern dramas and life dramas are really unfamiliar fields.” Initially, he was too eager to finish his lines and memorized them completely, but when he said them, it made people think that no one in real life would speak like this, later on he discovered where to break the lines and which words to emphasize in modern dramas, and the logic was actually very strong.

In the past few years, he had acted as a soldier, a doctor, a designer, and a Beijing youth. There were no special considerations, and they all happened naturally. He rarely acted in recurring roles. But when choosing a script, Xiao Zhan would not deliberately avoid themes that he had acted in before, instead he will just put himself in the audience’s perspective to feel whether he could be moved by it.

In 2021, Xiao Zhan starred in the theater play “A Dream Like a Dream”, playing the role of Patient No. 5. On the day of the premiere, many topics related to theater appeared on Weibo hot searches, becoming a phenomenon-level event in the theater circle.

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On acting in “A Dream Like A Dream”, Xiao Zhan hesitated for a long time. There are many reasons for his hesitation: he was from Chongqing, he was not from a professional background, there is no NG in theater plays, it would last for 8 hours, “Dream Like a Dream” was also very famous, and there had been many classic versions of Patient No. 5 prior. But after reading the script, Xiao Zhan felt that he must perform in it.

Theater play is a very pure thing. Dozens or even hundreds of people gather in a space to tell a story, this is an experience that film and television cannot bring, hence Xiao Zhan yearns for it. He began to maniacally memorize his lines, and enclosed himself in Tangshan to rehearse intensively with the entire group for more than a month, grinding out one scene after another.

“I was very nervous for the first performance. I am still nervous now when I think about it. When Gu Xianglan rang the bell, I shuddered.” The instant the light hit him, Xiao Zhan felt that everything had stopped, he could not see the expressions of the audience under the stage and there was only white left in front of him.

Xiao Zhan adjusted his breathing and began to speak his lines. The director said that the actors in the opening scene controlled the rhythm of the entire story, so every time he said that line, Xiao Zhan was most nervous. As he spoke, he would gradually forget about his nervousness, and after he was done speaking, he would let out a long sigh of relief, and think, ah, it has finally ended.

Once, towards the end of the first half of the performance, Patient No. 5 went on stage to find Gu Xianglan with a painting and an address, and had a long monologue. Walking to the middle of the stage, Xiao Zhan’s mind suddenly stumbled. He could not remember the beginning of the next line. After hesitating for about 1.5 seconds, he chose to skip that word and continued. The audience should not be able to tell the difference, he thought. He could not remember that word even until the end of the performance.

“I couldn’t remember it even when I got to the lounge, so I flipped over the script to take a look, so it was this word.”

“Which word?”

“A very common word, for example, pure drinking water, I was thinking what kind of drinking water? Distilled water? Tap water? Boiled water? I just couldn’t remember it.” Xiao Zhan replied.

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Acting is a domain with very profound knowledge. Xiao Zhan said: “I have only scratched the surface so far.” When filming “Sunshine By My Side”, the co-actors were all experienced actors, and in terms of acting skills, Xiao Zhan was still very immature, tended to be over forceful and left traces of performance marks. He told himself to “be less pretentious”, feel everything the other party throws at him with his heart, and respond honestly.

Xiao Zhan once expressed that he had difficulty understanding many characters due to his limited life experience. He had discussed this issue with his seniors, “Everyone has two opinions. Some people will say that of course you have to go through it, without experience, you don’t have a image, how can you portray it? All that you act is fake. Also, there is a voice saying that everything can be resolved by technique.”

Xiao Zhan’s own answer is, “Act more and be exposed to all types of genres” and “cooperate with more good teams, actors and directors.”

“To be honest, what I can do now is to act what my thoughts can reach, it is really difficult for me to act something that I have no concept of at all. Maybe in the future, through a work or cooperation with more good directors and actors, my confusion can be solved. I look forward to this day coming soon.“

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03 Decluttering

Relaxation is a side of Xiao Zhan, he can balance some of the pressure, but there is a part of it that is difficult for him to resolve. Xiao Zhan does not sleep well. “It’s very difficult for me to fall asleep, and I sleep very lightly, there will be situations where I don’t feel rested after sleeping, which affects my state the next day.” This would happen especially when he just joined the drama group and would be in a state of high nervousness, he would often dream about filming on set, but the filming did not go well.

When he would go to different cities, Xiao Zhan would bring the same type of pillows and quilts. “I will bring anything that can help me sleep well.” He had also tried aromatherapy lamps, lavender essential oil, various products that could make him fall asleep when applied on his body, medicinal spray on the pillow that could make people fall asleep, melatonin and meditation music. In the end, he found that the best things that made him sleep well were sleep masks, earplugs, and not looking at his phone, “because I know that once I look at it, I won’t sleep, then I might as well get up.”

Not long ago, Xiao Zhan found an old book “Decluttering” at home. That was recommended to him by his ex-company boss when he was working as a designer. The concept of organizing life described in the book made Xiao Zhan start to rethink what he wanted and what he should give up.

Xiao Zhan has a particularly obstinate side to his character, “If it’s something I insist on and I think that is right, it will be difficult to convince me.” For example, when he decided to be an actor, he did not want to do anything outside of being an actor, “You come and force me, then let’s debate. No one is right or wrong, the team is also doing this for your own good, since isn’t it a good thing to have a lot of work? But for me, I have to subtract because some things are really not what I want.”

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Xiao Zhan’s acting experience began with a story about “an older commoner chasing dreams in the entertainment industry”. He participated in the talent show at the age of 24, learned dance from scratch, debuted as a boy band, acted in online dramas, played supporting roles in theater movies, until 2019 when he became popular, Xiao Zhan also became a star that attracted attention.

When you decide to do something, you must try your best to do it well. This was what Xiao Zhan has been taught since childhood, when he was in junior high school, his family bought him a mobile phone. When he first started texting, he often used spaces to replace punctuation marks, his father then said to him sternly, “What about the punctuation marks? Why is there no period at the end of the sentence?” From that time on, Xiao Zhan was very concerned about punctuation marks.

Xiao Zhan had been competitive since he was a child, and he was not willing to miss any opportunity when it came to things he could control. When he was taking the bus to school, he would worry about the person on the bus who was asleep and would missed the stop.

For things that he could not control, he would remind himself not to force them and learn to accept them. Until then, do what he could.

When asked which drama Xiao Zhan obtained with his own hard work, Xiao Zhan’s answer was surprising. He said: “Every one.” Before becoming famous, he auditioned for many dramas, and also experienced being replaced after entering the final round of auditions and even trialed the drama in costume. Now, of course, scripts would be handed over, but Xiao Zhan would always tell himself that people only had intentions and could hand them over to many people at the same time. If he found one he really liked, he would take the initiative to meet with the director to explain his understanding of the character.

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Xiao Zhan believes that it is important to have a correct attitude

Xiao Zhan’s growing up environment was no different from that of many born in the 1990s. Mother and father would go to work, grandmother would cook at home, and he would go to and from school every day. If he did not do well in the exam, he would be beaten. After dinner at 6:30 every night, the children would ask him downstairs to play hide-and-seek, wooden figurines, and throw sandbags, as he talked about these, he was very happy. These ordinary little things seemed so precious now. Xiao Zhan said that he was very grateful for the first 23 years of his life before his dream adventure in the entertainment industry. “I cherish it very much, I think it is good.”

He thought that if he had not entered the entertainment industry, he would have lived a life like his classmates and friends, accompanying clients for meals every day, going home and staying up late to catch up on designs.

“Being seen” is a happy thing. No matter how busy he was at work, Xiao Zhan never complained, “If you have a job, then work hard.” “While filming “The Oath of Love”, he was also recording the variety show “Our Song”. During the intervals while waiting for scenes, he would hum softly with his earphones on. The other actors would come over curiously, and Xiao Zhan would smiled sheepishly, explaining that he was practicing the song he was going to sing in the evening. “I don’t have time, I really don’t have time.” At that time, work occupied almost all of his life.

Xiao Zhan rarely takes the initiative to give himself a holiday. “It’s not realistic,” he said flatly. When he was most tired, he could fall asleep just sitting on the set.

This year, Xiao Zhan had a sense of urgency regarding “acting inexperience”, “compared with some seniors, they have already acted in many works in their thirties.” Xiao Zhan knows very clearly that his acting could not improve in leaps and bounds just from one drama, “this might be hard for it to happen to me.”

He once thought about whether to be an actor with a personal style or an actor that the audience would like after watching it. His answer was the latter, “everyone may not be your fan, or even not particularly interested in you, but when you know that he has a drama on and you might want to watch it because his dramas are pretty good. I want to do that, that’s my current goal. Whether or not I can become the level of the actors I like is a long way to go, take it slowly.”

“Making more dramas and cooperating with more good teams, this is just the one goal at the moment, I won’t consider other things for the time being.” Xiao Zhan said.

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Q&A About Acting

GQ: When did it become clear that you wanted to be an actor? Xiao Zhan: When the public started paying more and more attention to me, I wanted to say, why can’t I do it? I think I can. Sometimes I waver and feel it’s so difficult. Why can’t I do it? For example, when it comes to lines, why are they just not good? Why can’t I speak as well as the others? Is it because I’m from the South? I don’t think so. Then I think, so how can I speak well? I can do it, give it a try.

GQ: In your opinion, what are the professional standards for actors? Xiao Zhan: First of all, having excellent professional skills is an unavoidable topic. You can have a non-professional background, but you must have excellent professional skills. This is what I want to do and what I’m currently doing. I feel like I’m not enough, too far behind. After having excellent professional skills, attitude is very important and whether you love it or not is also very important. If you only view it as a job, you may not be able to go very far. But if you really love it, you will cry for it and laugh for it. This may be the motivation for you to persist. Also having a strong body (laughs), I used to not feel tired when I was in my twenties, but now I will feel very tired after staying up late. This is a terrible thing, it is important to have a strong body, this is your foundation.

GQ: When acting in which character or drama did you feel recognition for? Xiao Zhan: At the beginning, when I was working on “The Wolf”, I was under a lot of pressure, the acting teacher would give me a lot of advice and guidance, and I would constantly subvert my acting method every day, it was a period of confusion. After you got over it, you would find that you have grown, and when you started acting again later, you would gradually find a little bit of feeling, and then you would get over it step by step, this was a cumulative process. I feel that I have too little acting experience. Compared with some of the seniors, who have accumulated many works in their thirties, my current works are still too few and I have not accumulated enough.

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GQ: Do you feel worried? Xiao Zhan: Yes. Because I think (improving acting skills) is a cumulative process. You can’t take a big step with just one movie. This is hard for that to happen to me, so I have to keep filming, and to keep filming good dramas, don’t waste yourself

GQ: The 3 dramas broadcasted in 2023 stretched from ancient costume to era dramas and urban dramas, what were the considerations? Xiao Zhan: Actually, there were no considerations, it just happened naturally, there were no deliberate avoidance of themes I had acted in before, it’s just (selection) by reading the script. When the scripts were handed to me at that time, I felt attracted to a certain script at the moment, so I chose it, it just happened to be a theme that I had never acted in before.

GQ: Do you feel tired from acting in ancient costume dramas all the time? Xiao Zhan: There are many types of ancient costume dramas, don’t have to separate them into ancient costume dramas and modern dramas, it’s nothing more than sticking on a wig and changing clothes, actually the core is the same, but the outer shell is different.

GQ: Once the drama you filmed airs, will you follow it? Xiao Zhan: I won’t follow them, but I will watch them, I will choose the big scenes that I care about and watch them, counts as me looking for problems for myself.

GQ: Will you watch with the scrolling comments? Xiao Zhan: I used to do it really, and I felt very entertained, laughing and joking with everyone, but now I won’t do it.

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GQ: What kind of character do you want to play now? Xiao Zhan: If I could choose, the best would be the ones I haven’t tried before. I need freshness. If I ask you to do the same thing every day, you will be bored.

GQ: What kind of actor do you want to be? Xiao Zhan: I want to be an actor that the audience can like.

GQ: Have you not already done this to make people like you? Xiao Zhan: No, no, I think it’s far from enough. I once thought about whether to be an actor with a personal style or to be an actor that the audience likes just by looking at you. Currently I want to be an actor who makes the audience feel good. Everyone may not be your fan, or even not particularly interested in you, but when you know that he has a drama on and you might want to watch it because his dramas are pretty good. I want to do that, that’s my current goal. Whether or not I can become the level of the actors I like is a long way to go, take it slowly.

GQ: Who are your favorite actors? Xiao Zhan: Many, for example Zhou Xun has always been my favorite actress. I recently watched her movie (“Across the Furious Sea”) and it was really great.

GQ: What are your career plans in 2024? Xiao Zhan: Making more dramas and cooperating with more good teams, this is just the one goal at the moment, I won’t consider other things for the time being.

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Q&A About Life

GQ: Do voices on social media bother you? Xiao Zhan: It doesn’t bother me. After all these years, can I still live if I’m still bothered? (laughs) It’s really just fine. It’s fine as long as I am clear about what I am doing. Every time you make a choice, you must clearly know what you are doing, what you have to give up, and what you have to do. So, it’s fine, maybe the team has more troubles.

GQ: Is your personal life unaffected? Xiao Zhan: Very normal! I can go out for a bike ride and a stroll. When you’re walking down the street, no one really cares about you. It’s really not what everyone imagines. Then I walked around freely.

GQ: Are those escape moments for you? Xiao Zhan: Moments of relaxation. Why do I need to escape? I am also in the third dimension, where should I escape to, this is my life, I am the same as everyone. There are many things I particularly want to do, such as squeezing onto the subway and shopping in shopping malls, which are very similar to when I was in school, and maybe I will do them in the future.

GQ: Do you miss the ordinary life very much? Xiao Zhan: It’s not that I miss it, it’s that I think I should do it, this is living. I will really take squeeze into the subway, perhaps tomorrow, it’s so normal, I used to take the subway every day. To me, there’s nothing I can’t do, so what if you discover me? Say hello and leave. It’s just that I don’t want to cause confusion, trouble, or bad reactions to everyone.

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Q&A About Personality

GQ: You haven’t appeared on variety shows in recent years. Is this a conscious choice? Xiao Zhan: Because it’s not suitable, with my personality, being in a variety show is too tiring, I would want to take care of everyone’s feelings, which would make myself very tired. Since I know that it would be this result, then I might as well don’t do it.

GQ: What was your original intention in entering the entertainment industry? Xiao Zhan: I really broke in mysteriously with confusion. The talent shows I used to watch would interview the top contestants, how did you get to this point? The contestant would say that I accompanied my friend to participate in the selection, but my friend failed and I was selected. When I was a child, I thought these things were far away from me, but when it came to myself, it’s really like this, and I think it’s amazing. I entered the idol competition, then I got here and that’s it. Very amazing, life is very interesting.

GQ: What things have you not thought of before after joining the industry? Xiao Zhan: It is a very cruel thing to not be able to to eat freely. When I see my former high school classmates who already have children and have put on some weight, I will sigh, I also want to eat freely like this. Their living status makes me feel that if I had not chosen this path at that time, maybe we would all be the same, we have to socialize and stay up late to catch up on designs, you don’t know how tiring it is to do design, but life is like this and there is no other way.

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GQ: How has choosing this path changed you? Xiao Zhan: Maybe I lack a lot of life experiences, in this regard, my classmates and friends are far better than me. They have experienced real things. There are no cameras facing you, no lights, you are living your own real life.

GQ: Are you an emotionally stable person? Xiao Zhan: Comparatively, more, stable. But once it hits some points, I will become very unstable.

GQ: For example? Xiao Zhan: Just… some things that cannot be said, haha. Maybe when something incredulous happens, you will think, what are you doing, or, when something happens that normal people would not do, I will become very angry. Maybe it’s some privacy issue, if this point is breached, I will go “berserk”. Everyone has their own boundaries, and some people have no sense of proportion, I will just stay away from these kind of people. But when the boundaries are broken again and again and the bottom line is touched, I will get very angry.

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GQ: You once said that you have a particularly tenacious side to your personality. What do you mean specifically? Xiao Zhan: Principles, I am a very obstinate person, if it’s something I insist on and I think that is right, it will be difficult to convince me. For example, if I want to be an actor and I don’t want to do anything other than being an actor, if you come and force me, then let’s debate. No one is right or wrong, the team is also doing this for your own good, since isn’t it a good thing to have a lot of work? But for me, I have to subtract because some things are really not what I want.

GQ: Do you have a perfectionist side? Xiao Zhan: I just want to do it well, and do my best in the current moment. Maybe the result is not good, but what can I do, this is all I can do.

GQ: Can you accept failure? Xiao Zhan: I can accept. I might not have been able to accept it a few years ago, but 32-year-old Xiao Zhan has learned to accept this (laughs).

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pastxlscorp · 1 year ago

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Palia Character Characterizations/Impres.

(impres. is short for impressions btw! also big ass rambling)

I started Palia the other day and I'm amazed it's free. Aside from some obvious glitches, the game is pretty good and it's on par with some games that charge money. I've been doing some quests but I'm not too far into the story, but I have some strong feelings about some characters. This might not have a big fanbase but if there is only one fan, I am one! I'm just gonna give some first impressions and how I headcanon some characters personality wise based on other impressions of them from the villagers n shit. You should try it out if you already haven't!

Nai'O:

STARTING OFF WITH MY ANNOYANCE FOR THIS MAN. I know a big controversy with him is that he's in a monogamous relationship with another villager (spoilers: Kenyatta) yet he is still a romancable character. Although in his culture it is normal to have poly relationships, he has some pretty inconsistent writing (im gonna get into this more later with Reth). He argues that Reth flirts with everyone, which he clearly is annoyed by, but if he falls in love with the player, he actually is fine dating both you and Kenyatta depending on your dialogue choices. Seems inconsistent that he would get pissed at Reth while he was over here flirting with the player. ALSO— Kenyatta literally calls Reth hot, so she’s not even fully loyal to him either. He seems aware of this, since it honestly sounds like his disliking of Reth is more jealousy than anything. I personally don’t see the significance of having the two of them date monogamously if they’re clearly open to poly or having an open relationship. Aside from that, he's a very sweet villager who I knew I was gonna like from the start. Farm boy himbo that knows what he's doing until it comes to social cues. Romance him if you wish! He's a sweet boy who wants what's best for his family but aside from that, he's a fairly simple character. As far as I've explored the world and quests, I haven't found any deeper nuance or lore with him since his family is pretty wholesome. Nothing wrong with simplicity, but I love characters with a little more complexity and nuance since there is so much more to dive into, analyze, and admire.

Reth:

my boyfriend First impression was how this man was a flirt. It's pretty heavily implied imo that Reth is a womanizer and sleeps around. His boss, Ashura, mentions something about Reth likes having his nights free and Nai'O blatantly just says this man flirts with everyone in proximity. I find the beef between him and Nai'O interesting, as it implies either Reth is jealous of him or dislikes him because he considers him cowardly for hiding his relationship with Kenyatta. When Nai'O sends you off on a quest to deliver something to Reth, he calls Reth "loverboy" and he calls out him and Kenyatta for sneaking around and also Hassian's love poems. This is kinda reiteriated when he makes a comment about Hassian's love letters being not-so-secret. He's aware how he's an obvious flirt, which I find admirable. He does not give a fuck about how anyone perceives him and is open about it, which is why he shames the other two for sneaking around with their romance lives. In another quest, he makes another comment about stealing Nai'O's muscles. Initially I thought he was interested in Kenyatta but I think him flirting with her is more of a rivalry between him and Nai’O. Amongst the villagers, they are the two canonically best looking, which is an interesting dynamic. It makes sense why Nai’O would then be pissed off Reth was flirting with Kenyatta, as he knows she does find him attractive. I headcanon that Reth is one of the few characters that would be romantically interested in the player even if they didn’t romance him because of his voicelines. Some of them are like “uh oh, gotta go uh…” and he’ll make up an excuse to leave sounding flustered. Reth, to me, is one of the more complex characters because of how much shit goes unsaid with him. He comes off as very easygoing because he's stressed because he has a hard time saying no and ends up lying, which gets him into a load of shit. His small talk is really sweet though, I like to headcanon he's flirty so the (spoilers) cartel can’t tell who he’s close with. I'm currently romancing him and one other man! I really find it cute how he sweet he is to his sister. Bold move to abandon the family careerline (especially since he is I think the only dude in the village who is not carrying family tradition) and he knows all eyes are on Tish (his sister) because of it. It's cute that he only cares about how people talk about him when it impacts his sister. I assume this is why he usually takes all the shit the other villagers give him because he knows it would go on his sister otherwise. I felt so bad bc I actually didn’t cover for him in one of his friendship quests because I thought ashura would’ve figured I was lying. In Reth’s letter, he writes if you covered for him or didn’t and says there’s no hard feelings and that he was using the free time he got to spend with his sister. I’m sorry pookie 🥹

Hassian:

Really liked him at first, but he became unlikable really fast. He's super attractive if you're looking for a black cat boyfriend or a tsundere, but it gets old quick. He comes out rude even when he's trying to be nice and in real life this shit would be so toxic. In game reasonably it's more tolerated but it just is not my cup of tea. I'm usually a sucker for dudes with this archetype too since it's just nice to see people soften up and get comfortable, but Hassian just can be overbearing. I was leveling up my friendship with him and he sent a letter saying "You'll probably freeze to death without my help, so take this. You'll thank me for it later." like lil bro fuck u. Jokes aside, I'm not a fan of the fact he's romancable mainly because it's revealed later on (spoilers) that he is in love with another villager, Tamala. It's lowkey fucked up because there is a whole quest where you have to deliver one of his letters to her and if you deliver it to her on the first try, she laughs at his letter, showing it's clearly not reciprocal, at least anymore. On his romance quests (I searched it up bc I got curious) she admits she led Hassian on because she wanted a fling and he wanted marriage. I felt so bad for bro but lowkey he brought this shit on himself. Tamala affirms what I'm arguing because she explains they broke up b/c of his "sour" demeanor. Again, cute on paper, but if you don't write any development it gets old fast. It kind of even feels like you're a rebound for Tamala. I do like that the villagers know he has a soft spot for Auni (one of the 2 children villagers) because he always plays with him. This could have been a great premise for character development but unfortunately it just does not go anywhere. I know there's a reddit thread complaining about Hassian's lack of development and another for Nai'O being in a relationship and romanceable-- if anyone's is interested in reading more.

Hodari:

First impression: dilf. I'm not crossing that out I'm being honest. I instantly wanted to romance Hodari but honestly as I kept playing he lowkey came off as such a dad and then I realized bro is in fact a father. If you want a dilf, go for it. But if you have daddy issues like me, you're gonna look at bro in a different light when you get to know his character. His lore is pretty fucked up but it's sweet he's trying to look out for his kid, just the way he goes about it is not the best. I did really like one dialogue in idle chat with him that he admits he knows his daughter sneaks out and he doesn't say anything about it because he knows he can be a helicopter dad sometimes. I'm still debating as of now if I'm gonna romance him or not but I haven't seen any red flags with Hodari as of yet, just that he's reasonably a little closed in and dry, but he's not nearly as hostile as Hassian.

Jel:

bros side profile is immaculate. my HUSBAND. Loud and proud bro. At first I genuinely did not fuck with him because he was so mean initially. He made it sound like you were a peasant. He develops quickly through small talk though and it's so cute, like he easily became my favorite. He goes on night walks and enjoys the beauty of literally everything: some of his favorite gifts are insects and shells. He finds everything potential of beauty. He's a little corny when he's greeting you (he'll talk abt how you brighten his loneliness bc he's so dramatic) but I adore it. Also call me odd but I find that when a man has a girl best friend, immediate green flag. His relationship with Tish reminds me a lot of me and my best friend I adore it SOOO much. I'm in the process of romancing him and BRO I found out through youtube tutorials that if you're romancing him and someone else he comes to your house and tells you "If you were trying to keep this from me because you thought it would affect things between you and I, you're wrong. I'm a big boy. I know how to share." WHAT? WHAT? WHAT. Anyways I would 100% recommend romancing him I see no flags if they are any, red is my favorite color. goodnight.

#palia #palia game #palia reth #palia jel #palia hassian #palia hodari #palia nai'o #reth #jel #hodari #nai'o #hassian #palia mmo #palia open beta

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pbees · 2 years ago

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Marechi!

[𝙐𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙨! 𝙓 [𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!]

Part 1 ☆ Part 2!

WARNINGS!; future parts will contain Nsfw content!!

This part contains

Face eating //kinda//

Mention of Gore

Kidnapping by default

Need

/nēd/

require (something) because it is essential or very important

⏝︶︶⏝︶ ୨୧ ︶⏝︶︶⏝

強くて美しい

..."

You're still alive..

YOU’RE STILL ALIVE?!

Quickly sitting up you surveyed the scene. You were covered in blankets that seemed to be soiled, but you couldn't complain. There was a fire going in a chimney a little ways away from you- confirming it was a house.

This place smelled horrible.

Surveying your surroundings check! now body check.

Alright for the most part. Your lips were still sore from earlier and your throat stung. For the most part, however, you were fine, all your fingers still intact.

Then suddenly

" Eat"

Bellowed a horrible English accent from the far corner of the room making you jump out of your skin.

There sat a man with-

Six eyes and wine red hair ? I mean besides the eyes he was rather attractive and his clothes didn't do much to hide the muscles underneath. His scary appearance didn't stop you from blurting out a-

" Oh hell what am I looking at?- did

Did I actually die?"

You whined ' Of course it was too good to be true. The creature in the corner didn't enjoy what you said about what he assumed was his appearance he grunted all his eyes narrowed at you.

You gulped quickly shutting up- what did he say do 'Eat? - Where's the food? Looking around again on the floor you spotted the very uncooked meat that had been thrown on a broken plate.

"Yeah I don't think I can eat that- uhm anything else in here you....?" you swallowed your pride and gave the creature a nervous smile. He grunted again before saying what you assumed to be his name.

" It's Kokushibo" he pointed to his chest, he realized you were filling in for his name after. In your defense your Japanese wasn't the best the group translator was previously slaughtered, plus and the same could be said for Kok-ushibo.

Well, not his Japanese, but English.

That begs the question, how does he know you speak English? The group spoke French the whole time- also assuming he's the one that slaughtered them.

Okay, you had to stop too- many questions were approaching your head. Might as well try talking to the Creature again.

" Kokushibo- hmmm- do you Hafe cookied phood?" you motioned to the bleeding plate of pale meat.

Another question- what was he trying to serve you???

He replied back in English even though you were trying your best to speak in Japanese " I Do not"

"Okay, are we gonna speak English or Japanese?" You let out a nervous sigh He gave you a look before replying " English"

"Okay okay- Kokushibo was it? Uhmmm where are we?" Oh gosh the questions are back.

He pointed to the quote on quote ' Food.'

" His House"

He does murder people good good, you're so safe.

" Why am I here Kok-ush-iboo?"

"Kokushibo"

"Kokushibu"

" Gud enough"

You sighed finally deciding to get up. You haven't properly used your feet since you froze a day ago, and your clothes were soiled much like the blanket making you uncomfortable. Clearing his throat he piped up again.

" Come here-

You visibly sweat as you approached the demon. The closer you got the more imposing he looked. Those are skull-crushing hands. Better yet why we're you here talking to him you should be running away right now, but much like before you were frozen as soon as you were arm's distance from him.

Your arm distance.

Reaching his hand out he grabbed your face making you yelp. He inspected your face, not with the intent to crush it luckily- more for studying it. He was a bit taken aback by your even when he first rescued you out of the snow. He only really saved you because your appearance intrigued him. He totally thought you were a demon at first glance but a demon wouldn't beg like you had their limbs would've grown back with no trouble.

There was also the interesting case of your blood. Before you wheezed out a "please" to him he drew his finger across the small drop of blood you left on the snow it's the smell was pungent. Which made him turn your face over by then you had passed out but the blood littering your lips was still there.

Demons didn't have blood that pleased other demons. His original idea was to ask the master about it, but if He didn't know you existed Kokushibo greedily wanted to keep you to himself.

Though much didn't hide from that man.

After checking if you were still breathing he picked you up by the collar of your clothes you were

basically a freeze pop in his hands.

He has to find some way to warm you up the circulation to most of your limbs was disappearing and your heart was on its last beat. Why you were so far out in the woods puzzled him- better yet why you were still alive with such heavy traces of a demon on you.

Seeing a house horribly covered in wisteria flowers, that would do a good job at keeping lesser demons away. They must be been a demon slayer of some kind 'Oh well'.

Making quick work of the Humans inside he sat you down close to the fire they had previously burned. He ate most of the slaughter but left pieces for you on the ground.

" Are we done yet..?" you squeaked out the position was making your back hurt from being bent to suh and angel. He let go of your face and huffed.

" You must eat" He pointed to the raw human. You just gave him a distributed look " I can't eat that ma-youu" you quickly corrected yourself not sure he would enjoy being called anything but his name.

"I don't know how out of date your human book is, but we can't eat Raw food and Especialy Humans at that?" you could not stress that fact enough.

" Then we must get you food so you can stay- healthy "

"Are you trying to fatten me up?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nothing-"

He gave you the nasties glare before standing up- AND HOLY SHIT HES TALL. Maybe your death which your pretty sure actually happened opened up the part of your brain that was a pure idiot because Why aren't you running the fuck away right now?

" if you try to run away I would and could kill you" he adjusted his clothes glaring at you.

"Noted!" Now he can read my thoughts give me a damn break. Walking past you he motioned you to follow him as he made his way through who's ever house this was.

" When I walk you follow - understood?"

"I guess ?" you sighed your confusion was going to make your head explode.

He nodded, the two of you must be fast the sun would be coming up soon.

You tried picking up his sword twice with him scowling at you in distaste every time you fell on your ass. He wasn't sure why he's kept you alive, you're no different than any other human wel that's not entirely true actually. There was the topic of your blood, demons survived off of it but flesh also fed the hunger they always have. Your blood seemed to be gleaming when looking at you it's the first thing he smells.

He wants to taste it, but he doesn't want to scare you away- any more than he has at least. He will bring it up later after you've eaten.

It would probably taste even better than it smelled. Thinking about drinking from you made him excited.

“ I’VE GOT IT!” you finally got it off the ground by and inch before you slipped on the snow hitting your face up against the weird eyeball sword. This caused you to bust your lip with a cry. You gave up you weren't gonna attempt to pick it up again.

Sighing you finally looked at Kokushibo- expecting to see the upset scowl from before your soul left your body when you saw him drooling.

His teeth were clenched showing off his canines as he looked down at your frame. You were too afraid to move just like before hyperventilating as he approached you.

“ Ko- before you could finish he grabbed your chin, it was far bigger than your face. Pulling you closer to him you started to tear up.

He's gonna eat me oh gosh he's gonna eat me i knew it- DAMN IT I KNEW-

‘Slurp’

Huh-

He was sucking your lip.

This definitely wasn't eating you- I mean it is but not what you were expecting. He was so engrossed in the act he was ignoring the confusion radiating off you. Your hands grabbed at his Haroi pulling him closer, his teeth scraping the bottom of your lip. Finally pulling away a string of saliva still connecting him to you.

Your hands still held his haori as his hand still caged your face. All six of his eyes gave your face a once over like he didn't suck the life out of you.

“I'll get the animal myself stay here” He started walking off.

“Man, what the fuck just happened?”

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Not to plot driven this chapter unless you conclude the fact Kokushibo thought reader was a demon☠️

Next part will be a little more spicy, in truth after a certain point I forgot what the hell I was typing a desperately tried to remember.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!!

I'll typo check later :3

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accio-victuuri · 1 year ago

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xiao zhan - GQ February issue cover story 1-3

01 Relaxation

The studio is on the Huangpu River in Shanghai. Xiao Zhan was wrapped in a black down jacket, took off his shoes, and sat cross-legged on the corner of the sofa, looking very relaxed. The filming came to an end for the time being. Although he had been working continuously for more than 7 hours, there was no trace of fatigue on his face. This is a face that always attracts attention. A few months ago, the studio released a set of Xiao Zhan's birthday photos, and sharp-eyed netizens immediately noticed that his face had become "rounder." In order to play the role of Guo Jing in the movie "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" directed by Tsui Hark, Xiao Zhan gained weight before joining the cast. His cheeks were no longer so thin, and his figure was obviously stronger. In the photo, he had Wearing Hu hawthorn children, it shows a bit of vicissitudes of life.

Strictly speaking, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes: The Greatest Man" is Xiao Zhan's second filmmaking. There are many previous versions of the character Guo Jing, and the pressure on him is obvious.

On the day of the cover shoot for "GQ", Xiao Zhan got up very early to go for a run. He couldn't help but think, my god, I'm going to lose muscle again after sweating so much. He debated whether to continue, and finally decided to run for 30 minutes. When the time came, he thought that body fat would start to be consumed after 30 minutes, so he ran for another 10 minutes.

It's all about work. "Actually, I don't want to run. running will lose muscles, but I have to run to reduce swelling." After the filming, he planned to do weight training again no matter how late it was. An actor's self-cultivation is to be ready to shape the image for the role at any time, but he must strictly control his diet and manage his body shape. Xiao Zhan regards both as professional standards and requires himself to do so.

Before meeting, I thought Xiao Zhan would be very cautious about interviews. To my surprise, Xiao Zhan had a rare sense of relaxation, answered all questions, and even had some humor. Mentioning that actors should observe characters in life, he commented on the sitting postures of several people present. When asked what he had not expected after joining the industry, his answer was that he could not eat whatever he wanted like his high school classmates.

The interview lasted nearly two hours. I was curious. In the past few years, Xiao Zhan has been under huge attention. What kind of experience has it been for him?

Xiao Zhan said that many times, he has forgotten this matter. It didn't cause him a lot of trouble in life. The most "cruel" thing may be, "You can't eat as much as you want." "

I still sneak out to ride a bicycle, take a walk, and do a CityWalk. Only once, just now in after walking in the alley for 5 minutes, I was recognized. I also sneaked into the cinema to watch a movie. No one will care about you, really. after leaving the Internet, many things will be solved easily. Sometimes the world is right in front of us.

He has a lot of things he wants to do, such as taking the subway and going to the mall. "I will really take the subway, maybe tomorrow. It's so normal. I used to do it every day. Take the subway." For Xiao Zhan, this is his real life. The voices on social media no longer bother him. "After all these years, I'm still bothered. Am I still alive? (Laughs) It's really okay."

At this stage, Xiao Zhan is very satisfied with his living situation, " I have a job, a life of my own, and an audience that likes me, so I have nothing to be dissatisfied with."

02 Becoming an actor

To some extent, Xiao Zhan’s sense of relaxation stems from his increasingly clear goals. The voices from the outside world no longer bothered him. He knew what he wanted and what he didn't want. Now, he is doing more subtraction for himself. In the past two years, he has rarely appeared in variety shows, taking the career of actor as his most important goal at the moment.

In 2023, three film and television dramas starring Xiao Zhan will be broadcast, and each role will be a challenge for Xiao Zhan. During the interview, Xiao Zhan said many times that he was "under a lot of pressure", and he said this almost when reviewing every stage. But his tone is light, without the heaviness of complaints, more like an analysis and summary afterwards. The reasons are often specific and objective: the first time he comes into contact with a performance without physical objects, the first time he takes the leading role alone, the first time he plays a modern drama...

"Where Dreams Begin" is a script that Xiao Zhan particularly likes. He likes stories about that generation very much. When he was a child, he watched some movies and TV series, such as "Days Related to Youth" and "Happiness Like Flowers". When he mentioned the 1970s and 1980s, he felt that the sun was bright and colorful. Many people say that Xiao Chunsheng is a perfect character, but in Xiao Zhan's opinion, this is his biggest flaw. He thinks this character is very interesting and wants to give it a try. Xiao Chunsheng is a young man from Beijing. How to express the character's momentum and speak authentic Beijing dialect is a big challenge for Xiao Zhan, who has lived in Chongqing since childhood.

Shiying's character in "Yuguyao" is aloof. Because he didn't want to live up to everyone's expectations for his costume look, Xiao Zhan tried his best to lose weight before joining the cast. ""Yuguyao" is a script I got in 2020. Among the things I can choose, this is the script with the most complete characters and the most delicate emotions. It is also very logical and self-consistent. It is my The best choice."

"Sunshine By My Side" is the script that Xiao Zhan has been exposed to for the longest time, starting at the end of 2019. Although Sheng Yang in "Sunshine By My Side" closely overlapped with Xiao Zhan's career before his debut, he had to move his life as a designer to the screen and act in a natural and convincing manner. "Modern dramas and life dramas are really an unfamiliar field." At first, he was too eager to finish his lines and memorized them so well that when he said them, it made people think that no one in life would speak like this. Later, he discovered that in modern dramas, The logic of where to break the lines and where to put the emphasis is actually very strong.

In the past few years, he has played soldiers, doctors, designers, and Beijing youths. "There are no special considerations, it all happens naturally." He rarely plays repeated roles. But when choosing a script, Xiao Zhan will not deliberately avoid themes that he has acted in before. He will just put himself in the audience's perspective to feel whether he can be moved by it.

In 2021, Xiao Zhan starred in the drama "A Dream Like a Dream", playing the role of Patient No. 5. On the day of the premiere, many topics related to the drama appeared on Weibo hot searches, becoming a phenomenon-level event in the drama circle.

Xiao Zhan hesitated for a long time about starring in "A Dream Like a Dream". There are many reasons for hesitation: he is from Chongqing, not from a professional background, the play cannot be negative, it lasts for 8 hours, "A Dream Like a Dream" is very famous, and there have been many classic versions of the role of Patient No. 5 before. But after reading the script, Xiao Zhan felt that he must act.

Drama is a very pure thing. Dozens or even hundreds of people gather in a space to tell a story. This is an experience that is impossible to bring about in film and television dramas. Xiao Zhan yearns for it. He began to recite his lines crazily, and moved himself to Tangshan to rehearse intensively with the entire crew for more than a month, grinding out one scene after another.

"I was very nervous for the first performance. I am still nervous now when I think about it. When Gu Xianglan rang the bell, I became excited." The moment the light hit him, Xiao Zhan felt that everything had stopped. He could not see the expressions of the audience under the stage. There was only white left in front of me.

Xiao Zhan adjusted his breathing and began to speak his lines. The director said that the actors in the opening scene controlled the rhythm of the entire story, so every time Xiao Zhan said that line, it was when Xiao Zhan was most nervous. As he spoke, he would gradually forget about his nervousness and let out a long sigh of relief after speaking. I thought, ah, it’s finally over.

Once, at the end of the first half of the performance, Patient No. 5 went on stage to find Gu Xianglan with a painting and an address, and had a long monologue. Walking to the middle of the stage, Xiao Zhan suddenly lost his voice. He couldn't remember the beginning of the next word. After hesitating for about 1.5 seconds, he chose to skip that word and continued. The audience shouldn't be able to tell, he thought. He didn't think of that word until the end of the show.

"I couldn't remember it when I got to the break room, so I turned over the script and saw that it was this word."

"Which word?"

"A very common word, for example, drinking pure water. What kind of water was I thinking about? Distilled water? Tap water? Boiled water ? I just can’t remember." Xiao Zhan replied.

Acting is a very profound knowledge. Xiao Zhan said: "We have only scratched the surface so far." When filming "Sunshine By My Side", the opposing actors were all experienced actors. In terms of acting skills, Xiao Zhan is still very immature and exerts all his strength. Too much force will easily leave performance marks. He told himself to "be less pretentious", feel everything the other party throws at him with his heart, and respond honestly.

Xiao Zhan once expressed that due to life experiences, it is difficult to understand many characters. He discussed this issue with his seniors, "Everyone has two opinions. Some people say that of course you have to go through it. Without experience, you don't have a picture. How can you act? What you act is all fake. Also there is a voice saying that everything can be solved by technology."

Xiao Zhan's own answer is, "act more and be exposed to all types of genres" and "cooperate with more good teams, actors, and directors."

"To be honest, what I can do now is to act what my mind can touch. It's really difficult for me to act something that I have no concept of at all. Maybe in the future, through a work or with more good directors, Working with actors can solve my confusion. I look forward to this day coming soon."

03 Breaking away

Relaxation is the side of Xiao Zhan. He can balance part of the pressure, but there is part of it that is difficult for him to resolve. Xiao Zhan doesn't sleep well. "It's very difficult for me to fall asleep, and I sleep very lightly. It's like sleeping and not sleeping, which affects my state the next day." Especially when he just joined the team and is in a state of high nervousness. In this state, he often dreams about filming on location and not being able to do it well.

When he goes to different cities, Xiao Zhan will bring the same type of pillows and quilts. "I will bring everything that can help me sleep well." He has also tried aromatherapy lamps, lavender essential oil, and various other products that make him fall asleep when applied on his body. Medicines, sprays that can be sprayed on the pillow to make him fall asleep, melatonin, and meditation music. Finally, he found that the best things that made him sleep well were eye masks, earplugs, and not looking at the phone, "because I know that if I look at it, then I will Don't sleep, just get up."

Not long ago, Xiao Zhan found an old book "Departure" at home. That was recommended to him by his company boss when he was working as a designer. The concept of organizing life described in the book made Xiao Zhan start to rethink what he wanted and what he should give up.

Xiao Zhan has a particularly axial side to his character, "If I insist on something that I think is right, it will be difficult to be convinced." For example, if he decides to be an actor, he doesn't want to do anything other than an actor, " Come on, let's debate. No one is right or wrong. The team is also for your own good. Isn't it a good thing to have a lot of work? But for me, I have to subtract because some things are really not what I want. "

Xiao Zhan's acting experience began with a story about "an older amateur chasing dreams in the entertainment industry." He participated in the talent show at the age of 24, learned dance from scratch, debuted as a boy band, acted in online dramas, and played supporting roles in theater movies. Until he became popular in 2019, Xiao Zhan also became a star that attracted attention.

When you decide to do something, you must try your best to do it well. This is what Xiao Zhan has been taught since childhood. When he was in junior high school, his family bought him a mobile phone. When he first started sending text messages, he often used spaces to replace punctuation marks. His father said to him sternly, "What about the punctuation marks? Why is there no period at the end of the sentence?" From that time on, Xiao Zhan paid great attention to punctuation marks.

Xiao Zhan has been competitive since he was a child, and he doesn't want to miss any opportunity when it comes to things he can control. When he was taking the bus to school, he would worry about the person on the bus who missed the stop because he fell asleep.

For things that he cannot control, he will remind himself not to argue and learn to accept them. Until then, do what you can.

When asked which drama Xiao Zhan worked hard for, Xiao Zhan's answer was surprising. He said: "Every one." Before becoming famous, he auditioned for many dramas and went through interviews to enter the final round. , I had already put on makeup to try out the scene, but was replaced. Of course, scripts will be handed over now, but Xiao Zhan always tells himself that people only have intentions and can hand them over to many people at the same time. When he encounters something he really likes, he will take the initiative to meet with the director and explain his understanding of the character.

#xiao zhan #this is already late cause i wanted the q&a translated asap hahahahahahaha #accio victuuri translation #and i went out to have fun lol #happy weekend everyone! i’m doing weekend earlier ☺️☺️☺️

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What We Want

Pairing: Garen Crownguard x reader (modern! college! au) written for @oneoftheextras to satiate his need for Garen

Summary: Desiring your best friend is one thing. But when he seems to act a little more interested than he should be, it makes it much harder for you to know how to behave. What if a silly little inter university week gave you the opportunity to finally tread the waters of what could lay beyond your friendship?

Warnings: Suggestive themes, blood, smut, choking, mentions of breeding, jealousy

Word Count: 18, 949

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Garen.

Tall, strong, kind-hearted, reliable captain of the rugby team Garen Crownguard.

Your best friend.

And the man you fell for. Like Lucifer fell with his angels while cast down from the Heavens by God.

But how could you not? When on the first day of University he had rescued you from being walked on by a throng of students after you fell on the very badly sized and angled stairs of the administrative building. He had caught your hand and used his unbelievable size to navigate you to safety out of the crowd, and even helped you care for the scrapes now adorning your hands. His stature betraying the gentle way in which he behaved.

"Hey, you alright there? You took quite the stumble, I hope you didn't get hurt too badly." He had said, looking you over once he sat you down.

"Yeah, the people plus the shitty stairs didn't make me the most balanced individual in Demacia, I fear."

"It's alright, all that matters is that you're okay."

You smiled back at him, his own glowing with warmth and care. "I am."

"And I'm Garen." His hand clasped yours as you answered with your own name.

"Are you sure it isn't knight in shining armor?" You laughed and he shook his head.

"Perhaps, but only for you, then."

"I'll take it." Your eyes met and laughs escaped you once more before you exchanged phone numbers.

You learned, on your first day in class, that Garen, built like the petricite statues of the heroes of Demacia, just so happened to also study political sciences in Durand University. Coincidentally in the same class as you, with the same optional courses as you.

He used that to his advantage, seeking you out as the only friendly face he knew when he took a seat next to you in class or asked to pair up for projects. And with how kind, soft spoken, wise and reliable he was, it didn't take long for you to fully warm up to him. The two of you soon never seen apart on campus, stuck together not only because of similar courses and schedules, but also due to a blooming friendship.

Soon enough he'd invite you to his practice.

And it's almost pathetic how you began to feel a crush brewing at seeing Garen in the small shirt and tight shorts. Muscles bulging, shining with sweat under the early autumn sun, bathing his strong body in golden light as the sun started to set. He was always spearheading his way through the field, his team play strong as he entrusted the ball to his teammates with abandon. And most important of all, he led the group with ease, imposed himself with the gentle strength you knew he held. Everyone in the rugby team seemed to hold him in high regards as if he were the commander of an army, and that respect, that power, made Garen all the more attractive to you.

Yet you remained silent.

You couldn't bear the thought of losing your friend, and not only because of your growing feelings, but because of the comfort he brought you. Your schedules matching, whispering to one another in class, calling and texting any time you were apart, sharing meals, watching him practice and your out of class hangouts were now a safe space. A part of your daily life you would give away for nothing in the world.

Confessing could mean losing him. Losing the warm hugs he provided at any time of the day, the coffee and pastry he brought to you each morning so you could have breakfast together. It could mean losing the most understanding, reliable and intelligent man you know, losing his trust and presence in your life.

Without him, life felt as secure as a boat in a storm, about to either capsize or be struck down by lightning . And as such, you would not dare to fathom expressing your feelings to him.

And it was already hard enough to do so while he was simply friendly.

So you simply enjoyed all you could as much as you could, like a hamster keeping a stock of food in its cheeks. Hoarding seeds that for you were the good moments that Garen so kindly offered you by his side, his smile brightening each and every one of them while his strong yet gentle voice created a rhythm which you danced your days around.

But lately he's been getting closer to you, not only metaphorically but physically as well. And it made everything much worse.

He'd come behind you and hold your waist with one hand as he reached towards a book you were struggling to get in the library, always walk alongside you with his big warm hand on the small of your back, cradled your face when your mind steered away from reality. He'd even lick his thumb and wipe away at some food that got stuck on your face as you ate, or kiss your cheeks with a softly whispered "good job" each time you got a good grade.

Although his behavior was as gentle and natural as it has always been during those moments, something had definitely changed. His eyes were veiled with something unknown each time you melted in his warmth, every time you blushed, stuttered and lost your words at his closeness.

Something that you could almost mistake for the same desire that has been eating away at you for three years now. A silly crush becoming infatuation, and infatuation becoming something way too close to love for comfort, lust soon following in a dangerous mix that you'd rather not acknowledge for fear of losing control over yourself and doing something you'd regret.

"Hey you!" Greets the sweet voice that has become an irreplaceable part of your daily life, arms wrapping around you from behind.

"Hey big guy. Aren't you energetic today?"

"Well, this week we finally get to go against the Roseguard Uni team, remember?"

Right, the yearly inter scholar meetup.

Once a year, different universities from all over Runeterra would meet up at the previous year's winner's campus and organize games and tournaments, whether intellectual or physical, during a whole week.

And as a matter of facts today is the first day of this year's edition.

"That's true, I'm not really excited to go against Noxus though. Last year's theater performance nearly got canceled because one of them found it funny to bring a real knife instead of a prop one."

"Which is why security is assured by the military."

You nearly choke on the coffee and pastry Garen brought you like every morning.

"Is it your dad's men?"

He sighs. "Yeah."

"Damn, that sucks." You giggle and pat the man comfortingly on the back while he huffs out a soft laugh.

"Yeah, ha ha. Very funny."

"It is. Your dad definitely can't know that mister golden boy is actually a great boys band member and that Fiora beat you at the spelling bee."

"You're lucky I don't hit."

"Gngngn, you're lucky I don't hit, gngngn. Bite me, Garen, you're just a pussy." You joke, bumping your shoulder against his arm while you look into his eyes in mischief.

Now. What you expect is just a roll of the eyes and a soft laugh, as it's what always happens when you tease the gigantic man. Yet today, you stop in your tracks, eyes widened and mouth agape.

"No, you'd like that too much."

And this man has the audacity to smirk.

"What?" You ask dumbly, stuck to the ground like a prey in a trap.

"Mh? Nothing. Come on let's get to class, if we're late this week they're gonna tear us a new one."

And all you can do is nod, your body starting back up from its unintentional shutdown as you jog to catch up with Garen's relaxed yet long strides, his hand meeting the small of your back while you two walk through the campus.

You throw your garbage out before entering the building, then your classroom. The space now crowded with the extra students from the encounter sitting wherever they can, leaving Garen and you to search for available seats.

"Over here." You turn your head to the sound, a honeyed warmth in the tone pulling you to catch hazel eyes.

Sitting in the far back is a tall man all messy licorice hair, honey skin and bulging muscles, someone whom you've got to know very well through Garen's rugby tournaments. So with a smile you walk to him, long cocoa and vanilla hair in a bun soon coming into your field of view as Garen passes in front of you to pull your chair for you like the gentleman he is.

"Hello, Jayce!" Garen's voice greets with calm joy, like the sun's rays on a spring day not too hot yet warm enough to bring comfort, and clasps a hand over the other man's shoulder. "Viktor, how have you been?"

"Hey boys." You smile at the two, Viktor smiling as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

"Nice to see you two in person again, I hope you know that we'll take the winner title this year." He smirks, the mole above his lips lifting while his eyes twinkle.

"Big words coming from you Mr. Valášek."

"Is it because I'm disabled?" He jokes, his accented voice drawling in the usual slow way he speaks in.

"Wouldn't you like to know pretty boy?" You chuckle, the banter flowing between the long haired man and yourself as besides you Garen and Jayce talk animatedly about their rugby encounters, Piltover and Zaun against Demacia happening this very evening.

But one thing is surprising, just like earlier when Garen teased you back, he has a certain look in his eyes. His gaze not at all trained on Jayce but at you before he returns it to his conversation partner when his eyes meet yours.

Strange.

The day passes quickly, classes turned to a more fun and engaging games that each school could gain points from in order to pick a winner by Friday evening, and you separate from Garen and Jayce. The men going to practice for the match later on this evening, your friend's hand on the dip of your back caressing you as he walks away.

"Is it me or Garen is acting different? Googly eyes and touch starved is not what he was like last year." Viktor asks from besides you and you sigh, shrugging a shoulder to seem nonchalant.

"I don't know. He's been very clingy and all for a few months. Can never go without a hand on me since then."

"Oh, I see..." Viktor smirks.

"No, I will not listen to any of what you are going to say."

"Maybe you finally have a chance."

"Lalala I'm blocking my ears and I cant hear you." He chuckles as you plug your ears with your fingers, walking ahead of him childishly.

"We both know you-"

"LALALA."

You wince as he hits your head with his cane, your body slowing down to allow him to catch up with you as you pull your digits away from your eardrums.

"But really, if he's acting like that, you may have a chance. I mean it could end up really well for you."

"Or horribly."

He sucks on his teeth, releasing a small "chip" sound, his eyes rolling before landing on you, gaze soft.

"You'll never know if you don't try. Remember, we have the goodbye party on Friday night. I think you can manage something there, get a few drinks in, play a few games, confess."

"You have a lot of confidence Viktor, I don't. That's the difference." You sigh as you get to your split off point, thinking about getting a quick shower at home before going to the match.

"Then…Tease him. Nothing too big, just trying to test the waters, you know? There will be plenty of opportunities then, just kinda try his limits this week, see if there's anything that would make confessing worth it."

You nod at his words, although you have kept your feelings locked away for over three years by now, maybe it's time to finally see if you got to cut them off or accept them. No matter what comes out, at least you won't feel like an infatuated high school girl anymore.

"Okay. Yeah. I guess I'm gonna try to…Rile Garen Crownguard up. If that's even fucking possible."

"Say it with more gusto."

"Yes my liege." Viktor's eyes roll back when you bow. "I'll tease the shit out of Garen to know if he wants me or not."

"Which he should, if he doesn't he's an idiot. Don't worry, I'll help." He winks, a smirk slicing through his face and lighting up his amber eyes in such a way they look like molten gold.

"Damn, wing man Vik? What's your price?"

"Seeing that I'm right is enough." He turns around and begins to walk away, waving you off with a quick "see you later" while you start to make your way back home.

The water is turned on nearly as soon as you enter your dorm, water pushed to the hottest setting so you can clear away your mind.

You've had a few romantic and sexual endeavors, sure. But none of them were your best friend, and none of them were Garen Crownguard. Captain of the Dauntless Vanguard of Durand University, son of Captain Crownguard head of the civilian protection part of the Demacian military, and the kindest, sweetest, funniest, wisest and hottest man you've ever had the honor of laying your eyes on.

And that made everything so much more stressful to you.

Would his dad send people after you? No, that was stupid. Although from what you know it's not too far from what the man's actually like. Would he tackle you and crush you into fine powder if you say something out of turn or boundaries? No, that's not his style. He's like a huge teddy bear and hates the thought of hurting anyone besides in rugby.

No, what could happen is either a very embarrassing rejection which will make you want to bury yourself alive. Or perhaps a complete rejection of you from his life, and that is unfathomable as much as it's currently taking form in your mind.

That would be miserable.

No. Wash those thoughts away, nothing will ever get done with that train of thought.

Plus Viktor would help, that's…a good thing? Probably. You don't know what his angle on all of this is, but with how clever his little engineer brain is he'll probably find a great idea.

He did.

After your shower you had taken some time to find a few good clothes, rummaging through your wardrobe and leaving your room in a hellish mess. Then ate a quick meal, packing a sandwich and electrolyte drink for Garen along with a fruit for after the game. Nothing grand, just what you always do to congratulate him for a, usually, hard fought victory. The only defeats Durand University had being against Noxus' Roseguard school, and even then you'd welcome him back to the bleachers with the little brown bag.

As you were about to leave your dorm Viktor sent you a quick message that had you perplex.

Science Twink: Don't bring a jacket.

Me: do you want me to get sick or smth?

Science Twink: Just trust me. :)

Me: makes me NOT trust you even more dude

That's how you found yourself with Viktor's jacket wrapped around your shoulders, as he is thinner than you are, with Garen sneaking glances at you throughout the breaks he gets in the match. Jayce's eyes meeting yours in surprise from the field before he seems to beam at Viktor after the man next to you did a sequence of hand movements.

Something is fishy here.

Every time you would cheer, Garen's eyes over you would darken, almost as if he's upset. The veil deepening each time his gaze would trail to you, body seemingly more tense yet your friend is still on his A-game, game growing the slightest bit more aggressive.

Jayce would intercept him, somehow always directing his gaze your way. As if it's all part of an unknown plan. His steps fast, always keeping up with Garen no matter the distance, showcasing his own amazing athleticism and leader ship of the Innovators team.

"Vik, I don't know if it's doing anything good. He just looks mad right now, and I've never seen him look mad." You talk in the man's ear while he grins from ear to ear.

"That's a great thing actually." He drawls proudly, chin tilted up in the same way he does when he betters you at something. Not pedantic but teasing, and this time it's directed at Garen.

"What- Why?!"

"Because it shows that he cares, idiot. If he just saw you as a friend, why the hell would he be mad at someone, especially another man, lending you their jacket? Mh?"

Touché.

You sigh and nod in reluctant acceptance. Why in the hell did this man always have to be prepared for everything? Not that this time it was a problem, definitely not when you feel him wrap an arm around you comfortingly.

"Don't worry, we'll make sure you get your man."

We? Yeah, something's definitely fishy.

With a few seconds to spare, Garen spearheads through the grassy terrain and delivers a hard kick, your body standing up from apprehension although Demacia has won by a landslide. No, you get to your feet because of the sheer distance between the posts and Garen's shooting spot. It would be inhuman to score from there, nearly halfway through the field.

And even if Jayce did his best to get to Garen before his kick and intercept the ball, he arrived a millisecond too late.

But it happened, the ball soared all too quick and all that was left to do was observe.

Demacia - 17 | Piltover - 10

You grip Viktor tighter, his arm tightening around your waist as he pulls himself up while using you as his crutch. You two and the rest of the crowd see the ball cut through the air, trajectory and distance looking almost impossible, before it passes.

Right between the posts.

Demacia - 22

The spectators roar with cheers, no matter the side, at the amazing action just performed by your best friend on the field while he and the others shake hands to respect the good game shared between the two Universities. Garen's team then tackling him to the ground playfully as you make your way down the bleachers with Viktor, looking at the pile of gigantic men playing in the dirt like a litter of pups.

"Good game, Jayce."

"Thanks V! How'd you find the game mamita?" Says the tan man, panting and patting his face and neck dry with a towel.

"It was great Jayce, as always. But it seems Garen was on a…well directed roll." The boys huff, smirking at you.

"Nice jacket by the way." Jayce adds.

The two boys snicker and one of your hands land on your hip while the other slaps Jayce's arm playfully.

"Now will you two tell me what the hell is up?!"

They look at each other weirdly, mouths pursed until they burst into cackles.

"We wondered when either of you would come for help so we've kinda been cooking up some plans."

You gasp. "Jayce!"

"And we also made a bet on who would get their head out of their ass first. Which I've won because I bet on you, so that's fifty bucks for me. Pay up, handsome." Viktor makes a grabby motion towards Jayce who slaps his hand away, muttering about giving it later when they're both in their room.

"Vik!"

"What, it was funny to see you two dance around each other but after three years it's getting pathetic."

"Ouch?"

"Nah V's right, you two need a push, we don't want this to end badly for either of you guys. Solo queremo' lo mejor por vosotro', ya feel me?"

You don't even find it within yourself to deny Garen's attraction to you. His need to cling to you and be beyond helpful in the past months plus the dark eyes he's been making at the sight of Viktor and you together are enough for you to doubt him a bit.

Speaking of "him".

You see his shadow dwarfing over Viktor as he approaches. His eyes trained not on you in general, or your face but on your shoulders. Zeroed in on the jacket covering you. So you try to placate yourself, act innocent as you approach him.

"Hey Garen! Great job out there as always, that last action was absolutely insane!" You try to embrace him but he pushes you away.

"Here, Viktor must be cold, you should take mine."

He ignores what you've just said, face like a petricite statue while he takes the coat off of you, handing it back to Viktor wordlessly before placing his varsity jacket on you. The navy, white and gold replacing charcoal grey, large sleeves engulfing your arms and hands as he slides them on, closing the article of clothing that is so big on you that it currently looks like a dress on you.

Then his face changes, a smile overtaking his features as he admires you in his clothes. Trying to escape the scrutiny of not him but also Jayce and Viktor, you shove your face in the collar, your nose immediately overwhelmed by the smell of leather, old books, verbena, cardamom and cinnamon. Spicy, sweet, refined. Just like him. Your face nearly burns at the thought.

Yet what makes you warm up the most is the tight grip Garen has around your waist, hand replacing Viktor's and bringing you so close to him you can feel his searing warmth against your back.

"Your dinner."

"Thanks, doll."

Oh?

Oh.

That's new.

And by your two friends' interlocking gazes you know that they think the same.

Oh he's got it bad.

And as Jayce and Viktor walk away to their schoolmates you two leave the field, Garen's arm around you as he eats, your own hands holding the brown bag holding the rest of his meal.

"Didn't know you and Viktor were so close."

Wow. Were you that obvious too?

"No, I just got pretty cold. Forgot my jacket at home because I was so excited to see you!" His face softens with a gentle grin as he pulls you in closer.

"You have to take better care of yourself, doll." You can't help but shove your face in the large collar once more, the smells not helping with your burning visage.

"Yeah, yeah. I will."

Is what you tell him every day following this one.

Science Hunk has added Science Twink and Jarvannabe to the group

Science Hunk changed the chat name to Get crunk with the Hunk

Jarvannabe: horrible chat name

Science Hunk: don't lie, it's great.

Jarvannabe: hoe I bet it's you who's found it

Science Twink: Actually, it was me.

Jarvannabe: I'm disappointed Vik.

Science Twink: What a shame. Anyways, don't bring lunch OR your jacket any of the next days.

Jarvannabe: Garen literally just gave me his vest.

Science Hunk: just say you didn't wanna get it dirty, or that you woke up late and couldn't pack lunch or get his jacket. dw we got you mamita

Jarvannabe: so we're just gonna try to make him jealous

Science Twink: No, we will succeed. We already have. It's only a question of time before he breaks.

So that's what you did, again.

Walking in the cold morning while Garen's eyes darken at the sight of you early in class, the lids falling lower at Jayce's varsity jacket around your shoulders. Jaw clenching at the sight of Viktor's breakfast being shared with you. Lunch going the same way and making his body tense with something you've never seen in him.

Pure unbridled jealousy.

"You seem to get very forgetful lately, doll."

He asked on the third day, Tuesday passing in the blink of an eye as you watch Garen's jealousy silently and discreetly morph the friendly man you knew into a starved predator. His voice was less warm, his body more rigid as you two walked back from the rugby match. The Dauntless Vanguard had won 25 to 18 against The Omikayalan Academy from Ionia.

"Yeah, I'm sorry Garen." You said softly, encapsulating his big hand resting on your hip. "I guess between exams and the excitement of the week I've gotten clumsy, waking up too late to prepare food and forgetting to bring a coat with me. It's not like me."

You breathe, then smile at him, going in for the kill.

"But I know the boys got my back! You too, as always. And don't worry I still have your jacket I just need to wash it and bring it back to you."

You could almost feel the typical Freljord cold wash over you like a tsunami, Garen's hand taken from your side before he grips your shoulders, turning you towards him.

He looks imposing, his large frame dwarfing over yours as he bends to meet your gaze directly, his voice low, unlike the tone he usually has which is warm and open he nearly sounds…dangerous, at the moment.

"Tomorrow you better wear my jacket. It's warmer, larger, and more comfortable. Plus, we wouldn't want to bother Jayce and Viktor too much now would we, doll?"

The edge of his tone is enrapturing, one hand gripping at your chin to force your eyes back on him when his words got too much for you and your gaze avoided his. And with all of this, the only thing you can do is nod.

"Of course Garen."

"Good."

When you two separate, you rush home, your phone shaking frantically in your hands as you type to the boys.

Jarvannabe: Y'all, he kinda like….threatened me to put his jacket on from now on? But it wasn't a threat, idk how to describe it AAA like "wouldn't want to bother the boys too much now would we?" type shit

Science Hunk: Oh, he wants that cookie

Science Twink: He wants it so bad.

Jarvannabe: stfu you two nerds. What do we do now?

Science Twink: Depends, do you mind us getting touchy with you?

Jarvannabe: I mean not really, you get used to touchy when you're with Garen, then smitten Garen

Science Hunk: We'll just have to touch you just enough that he gets jealous, but not enough that he gets onto us. You good with that?

And you actually think about it, are you? You know you will never have the strength to confess, and this plan seems to work well enough. You can actually see and gauge Garen's affection towards you, which used to be impossible due to how kind he is to everyone in Runeterra, even the smallest of bugs.

The other good thing that comes out of this…teasing. Is the new side of Garen you're discovering. Possessive, protective and with a darker kind of patience than he usually has. Not the one of a man who wants to do his best for others, no, the patience of a predator stalking its prey. Fierce and wild, yet tamed, domesticated by something else, something stronger that you're chipping at. Now whether this is his usual sense of patience, his morals for you as a friend or something else, you don't know.

But it makes you hazy with lust.

Jarvannabe: yeah, I'm good with that

So much so that this night after Garen's words and after typing out your response to your friends, you tuck yourself into bed and your hand slides down your body. Your eyes close, the image of Garen's muscular body filling your vision, his form layered with a sheen of sweat from the match and his eyes half lidded. You can hear his voice, filled with dark promise and a warmth so different that the one he usually emanates.

No this is the confirmation you need to finally accept that he does, in fact, love you. The tone escaping his lips velvety, searing hot and sounding almost…restrained. As if the man is holding something back, something you wish to bring out of him more each day that passes. Your three year old "should I confess" conundrum completely overwritten by the need to have him at his reactions over your actions in the past few days, giving you the confidence to tease. To pick and prod until you feel sure enough that you can reveal your feelings to Garen.

Your digits feel frigid against your burning body, like an erupting volcano meeting the cold tides of the sea. The clash makes your jaw set, imagining Garen's much larger hands gripping your body, his gentle touch worshiping your skin as he utters words you could have never imagined coming out of his lips before today.

"Did you want me so bad that you had to test my patience, mh doll?"

Goosebumps raise on your skin as you choke up a breath, the silk of Garen's voice in your mind entrapping your body in a cocoon of desire. Spider legs manipulating your hands to touch and grab at yourself, softer and hotter than you have even been.

When your second hand reaches below your waistband you find the heat stifling, pricking at your hand like a thousand needles as your digits close in on your mound, eyes closing as a sigh escapes you.

"That's it pet, show me just how much you've desired me before I finally take you for myself."

Those words, so unlike the Garen you have an image of in your head, are very much reflecting the new side of him you're discovering. Fantasized yet you can almost taste the truth in them just as concretely as you can feel the sticky wetness between your legs, your fingers finally reaching where you need them most. Shyly, hesitantly, you slide them up and down, coating them in slick before circling your clit with light teasing touches as your other hand climbs up your ribs, passing over your breasts, slightly pinching each nipple before reaching your throat and lightly squeezing it.

"Make yourself feel good for me and say my name, make the others know just who you belong to."

Your lids pry themselves open as if pulled by a force and a gasp forces itself out of your lips alongside a whine. Would he truly be like this, or is this idealized version of him just that? A dream.

You hope not.

Electricity runs through you, your fingers flicking and circling with more strength than before, your hips swaying with the movement. Seeking out more pleasure for yourself, grinding against your own hand as you tremble.

You can see the evolution of Garen's presence in your life, from a simple passerby, to a friend, to the closest and most important person to you. Pushing every cloud away by shining down on you with his kindness, his patience, his gentleness, his smiles and voice always brightening up your days. He'd protect you from everything, even yourself, wrapped safely in his arms while he'd lean over you to shield you from anything that may come your way. Time shared with him being the part of your life you appreciate the most whether it's foggy early mornings, rainy lunches, warm sunny afternoons, windy evenings or starry nights.

But you also feel the way your own feelings have been growing. The seeds of friendship watered by affection growing into affection that blooms into a flowery bed of roses and carnations, desire and love.

Your eyelids close once more, like the curtains in a theater, your mind showing you fantasies of Garen like a lust driven cinema screening. The pools of clear blue, akin to the rivers in Demacia, darkening with untold desire. Voice growing deeper, nearly whispered as his patience shifts from gentle to hungry. His muscles bulging as he appears on top of you in your dream, your hands replaced by his, the heat and size feeling different, bigger and warmer than yours although you know they're not his.

The movements on your clit are torturous, slow and hard which the squeezing on your throat alternates between light and hard pressure. You feel like you're floating, the pleasure in your body too much yet not enough at once, coaxing something out of you. And you know just what.

"Garen-"

You choke out and your digits move faster, push harder, possessed by the visions of the man you crave. Behind closed lids, your eyes roll, shaky sighs and soft grunts uttered from your lips as your body tingles with need.

"Again. You can do better than that, can't you, pet?"

"Garen!"

A chuckle fills your ears as the hand on your neck climbs up once more, shoving two fingers in your mouth. You have no time to think before you instinctively lick and suck at them, treating them as if they were Garen's cock, the man's voice humming appreciatively in your mind as he rewards you with a slap of his other hand on your mound. The sting on your pussy echoes in the silent room and through your body before your fingers are guided to your entrance, hot and slick with essence. Two digits slowly breaching your inner walls, tight and pulsating as you move back and forth, going deeper with each movement.

Once they're fully in, the hand settles, softly curling up into that spongy spot that has your back arching from the bed, the heel of your hand grinding against your bundle of nerves punishingly slow.

"What do you want, pet?"

"I wanna-" Your mind is hazy and you struggle to speak around his fingers, drool flowing from your mouth and down your chin and neck, embers stoked into a fire at your core, molten hot with need as you tremble with your climbing ecstasy. "Please Garen, I wanna cum."

"So polite." He hums, seeming both surprised at your whining and like he has been waiting for you to utter those words. "If only you could have been this nice the past few days as well, mh? It's okay, pet. You'll make it up to me by cumming around my fingers, won't you?"

You nod, your hand moving in and out, softly curling as it gains in speed and strength. The other one trails back down, leaving a cooling trail of spit behind as it goes back to your neck, squeezing just enough that the oxygen in your body is slightly restricted.

"Say it again."

You groan, body writhing in need as the digits inside of you are slammed inside your cunt, your clit thrumming against your palm.

"Garen, please. Please, let me cum. I'm sorry, I won't do this ever again." Your voice answers, your room silent but Garen's voice in your mind very much present.

"Do what, pet?"

"I won't be a brat, I won't test your limits, just please let me cum."

"Your begging sounds so sweet, maybe I'll just torture you some more." Your body shakes in fear, eyes snapping open. "But not today, I've played with you enough. Go on pet, cum for me. Soak my fingers."

And as you feel the delicious stretch of your own fingers, their slamming against your sweet spot, the heel of your hand grinding against your nub, the air restrained from fully entering escaping your lungs; you come with a cry of Garen's name.

One that your desire hazed mind doesn't register as your body sets itself aflame from the inside out. Your mouth falling open as a string of moans and groans leave you from the force of your orgasm, body trembling intensely, gasping and panting as you ride out the waves of pleasure vibrating through you like the strings of a guitar. Wetness stains your sheets and sticks to your thighs but it doesn't matter as you take baited breaths, coming down from your lust fueled activities.

Your own hands have played you like a fiddle under the pretense of being Garen's like in your fantasy, and never have you come as hard as you have just now. But instead of shame or a sense of disappointed clarity, what you feel when the pleasure ebbs away is an impulse.

One that drives you to go on with your plan the next day. Garen's varsity jacket dwarfing over your form, keeping it warm, while you arrive at the usual time, your friend happy to be able to share breakfast with you again and to see you in his clothes.

You notice that his eyes are brighter, his smile softer and his gait less tense as his arm wraps around your waist as always.

Yet his eyes darken once more once Jayce and Viktor take you in their arms, the latter kissing your cheek softly and the former cupping your cheek to pinch it as a mischievous look traverses his gaze.

The hand around your waist tightens as he greets your two mutual friends, bringing you closer to him until you sit yourself between the two of them. For this day and the next, their hands are over you at any moment, taking Garen's place at all times. While you walk either or both of them would have their hand on your waist. Jayce would help you with reaching books in higher placer that you can't reach and bend over your shoulder to help with work. Viktor would always whisper in your ear and have a hand on yours.

If you could describe the look passing through him each time, building upon itself each time one of your friends' hands touches you, you'd say it's hunger.

A primal hunger growing from wanting a taste to a ravenous need to devour you whole.

Something that you don't mind seeing or imagining as time progresses. Thursday passing by so quickly you barely notice it, Garen's humongous form trailing besides you after the rugby match against the Freljord's Lissandra Technical College's Frostguard. His hot breath fogging up the cool Demacian air, nearly panted as he seems to restrain himself from doing something, his face setting at the innocent expression you arbor.

Today is finally Friday, you know that you need to confess, finally make a move. Garen's hands gently ripping away both Viktor's and Jayce's from you as he takes their places, so soft that you would have ignored it had you known Garen less than you do. Voice syrupy sweet when he talks to you, enticing, moving you like a puppeteer moves his creation.

While this happens you watch your friends' eyes light up, flashes of ideas bursting in their gazes while smirks stretch their faces, whispers shared away from you with the promise of being told as soon as Garen leaves your side.

"Eyes on the page, doll. We wouldn't want to make our school lose points on this last game, now would we?"

His voice snaps you back to the present time.

"Yeah, sorry Garen. I'm a bit tired."

"You have been quite clumsy lately, haven't you? Are you sure you're getting enough rest? Enough…" He gets closer, breath licking at your ear while he bends over you. "..Attention."

You tense. He's onto you, isn't he? Your eyes trail to Viktor and Jayce to plead for help while they stare back at Garen behind you.

"Doll?"

"Yes, yes, sorry. Let's focus on work."

His hand slides from the table to cradle your cheek, turning your head towards him and forcing your gaze to his.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes." You breathe out softly and a smile grows on his face, his thumb rubbing against the corner of your lips.

"Let us begin then."

Oh how you wish these words were for anything but class work.

But still, you slave away. Exchanging ideas with your friend as he inches closer to him as the day passes. You soon find yourself nearly on his lap, chair so close to him you're almost sitting on him.

"Bring me any closer and I'll be straddling you, Garen." You joke, looking over the notes you copy onto a cleaner sheet.

"We both know you wouldn't mind that, doll."

"What?"

"Well, you do like being held, don't you?" You nod slowly, assessing his sugary tone. "Especially this week, it seems."

You try to keep your calm, willing the blush bubbling its way on your skin to go away.

"I do hope that my arms are the one you want wrapped around you the most, though."

Oh.

Oh-

It almost felt criminal, with how softly he said those words, that you touched yourself to the the thought of him only a night prior.

His eyes so gentle and smile so soft you could nearly feel yourself beaming back at him, his energy so loving your legs would have given up from under you had you been standing.

Yet his touch and voice igniting you as you think back to the pleasure you took from yourself while imagining him, his name flowing from your lips like the Demacian rivers to only to throw themselves in the neighboring sea. Your own sea being the mixture of affection and desire you feel for Garen, growing bigger as your currents bring you to them. To him.

You swallow.

"No one's arms could be as good as yours." You tell the truth, eyes sliding to his before you turn back to the table, pen scribbling on paper. "Now get back to work you overgrown pet rock."

He huffs out a chuckle and pinches your hip, smile growing larger when you swat away at him playfully.

Time ticks, Jayce and Viktor exchanging gazes with you, knowing looks permeating their expressions and yours. Tonight is the night. The thought alone makes you apprehensive, halfway through sick from stress and floating in elation. Garen's presence squeezing on your heart, his soft behavior too sweet for the past few days, deceivingly so. And you'd believe it, if you were anybody else but yourself.

He caresses your back as you make your way out of class, scores for the projects throughout the week showing Demacia's domination over the other schools for the second year in a row. You can't help but gasp and huff out a laugh when Garen happily scoops you up in his arms and walks you to the fork in the path soon to separate you both as he goes to practice and you get home.

"Now isn't that a show of Demacian pride, big boy?"

"Oh please, you're as happy as I am."

You are. Other nations offering you congratulations while the Noxians silently, or not, fumed at their defeat. Losing to anyone was impossible for them, but Durand Academy nearly always seems to one-up the Roseguard students, and their anger is felt as they stomp out from around you, pushing past Garen as he marches with his back straight and chest puffer.

"Can't say I'm not!" You laugh. "Seeing the sour look on Noxian faces when they lose is one of my favorite things in life."

"I'm number one, aren't I doll?"

Your eyes snap to him, his lips stretched into a teasing smile.

"Now, let's not get overconfident Garen."

"Oh, really? Overconfident?" He clicks his tongue, mirth and mischief swirling in the blue of his irises before he makes a show of nearly dropping you, your arms wrapping around his neck as he catches you immediately after letting you go.

"Yes! You're my favorite don't drop me please!" You rush the words, curling in Garen's arms.

"There we go." He kisses your cheek. "You're my favorite too." Is whispered conspiratorially in your ear.

"Wow, right, you love me so much you gotta whisper it."

"What? Do you want me to tell the whole world?" You don't expect his immediate answer after you nod, challenging him.

"Everybody!" Every eyes surrounding you snap to the loud display. "This person right here is my fa-"

"Shut it Garen, I got it!" You hiss as you cover his mouth, the same gleam from earlier still glazing his eyes.

He chuckles when you pull your hand away, your expression looking beyond distraught and embarrassed. "So will I see you tonight?" He asks, softly panting, as he sets you to your feet at the crossroads.

"Duh. Do you really think I would miss any match of yours? Especially against the Noxians? You've got to have hit your head man, 'cause that's impossible. If I ever refuse I'm either too sick to move or it ain't me and you can squeeze that person to death."

Laughs leave you as you embrace him one last time, letting go, leaving immediately to take a hot shower. Taking time to shave and tidy yourself up for the party after the game. Though after going through the steps you notice your phone buzzes so much that you can't help but open your notifications.

Science Hunk: Yo, it's time

Science Hunk: hello?

Science Hunk: helllooooooooo????

Science Hunk: bros, it's TIME, where you at???

Science Twink: Well, we're taking care to look presentable for the party. We know you've been pampering yourself too so get off our asses Jayce.

Jarvannabe: nah cuz frrrrr

Science Twink: Especially since THIS ONE is trying to get laid.

Jarvannabe: HEY!

Science Twink: What? It's the truth.

Jarvannabe: I don't want just THIS bro, c'mon. I ain't a hoe

Science Twink: You know what? Fair. My apologies.

Jarvannabe: no worries my liege

Science Twink: I hate you.

Jarvannabe: no ya don't.

Science Hunk: okay SHUT IT, y'all getting pretty, awesome sauce. But we need a P L A N. Like legit, tonight is the night, we just need one last push and it needs to COUNT

Science Twink: Just turn hot for Garen and bang.

Jarvannabe: wow. Turn??? HOT??? Asshole. I'll let you know I'm making myself irresistible.

Science Twink: Good. You'll need it.

Jarvannabe: slut.

Science Twink: Whore.

Science Hunk: GUYS

Science Hunk: STFU

Jarvannabe: eat shit

Science Twink: Eat shit.

Science Hunk: Wow.

Science Hunk: Anyways, we'll speak more about it on the field since y'all cabrones are yapping so hard I can barely get your attention.

You huff out a laugh as you get dressed, using the accessories you own to add more shine to the look. An eye catcher if you will, that directs Garen's eyes exactly where you need them to. The pendant falling right above your chest like a target, rings cutting the air at each hand movement, waist adorned with specks of light at the adornments on your belt.

And although you're not one to be too cocky, you know you look damn good. It's almost a shame when you hide all of this under Garen's varsity jacket, closed for good measure so you can reveal your outfit the moment you enter the party.

At the bleachers you approach Viktor who is keeping a seat for you, Jayce animatedly talking to him about something. Tonight's party probably.

"Sup nerds."

"As if you weren't as much of a loser as the both of us." Viktor smirks, taking his hand away from the seat to let you take the place.

"I ain't said you were losers, I called you nerds, you idiot. I wonder how you're Heimerdinger's assistant with those comprehension skills Vik."

"Ha. Ha. But tell me, what did you manage to achieve that gives you the right to criticize me?"

"A full ride scholarship at the most prestigious political sciences, forensics and criminology school. Just that. Nothing out of my pocket, pretty boy, ya hear that?" You shake your wallet, having taken it out of your bag with a smirk. "That's the sound of a very full wallet."

"Guys. We don't have much time, stop bantering please." Cut in Jayce's exasperated voice, you and Viktor laughing at the look on his face, halfway between concern and frustration.

"Sorry bro, our bad." You snort."Right, so I'm all dolled up under this, I'll take off the jacket at the party. What should I do once we're there though?"

"So, Jayce and I were talking about it but remember our method this week? You giving us all the attention and all." Utters the accented voice of the Zaunite and you hum, nodding in understanding.

"Well basically, do the opposite. Smother him in attention."

"So I just go all out?"

"Yup." Jayce pops the P, turning when the whistle rings through the field, signaling to the players that they need to take their places. "Okay, no te preocupes. Tonight's all you girlie. So just do whatever feels right and comfortable, if you need time away or advice once at the party Vik and I will help in any way we can."

You nod, taking the man in your arms as he lifts you, his sudden display of strength and affection nearly giving you a heart attack. And you show as much when you playfully slap his arm when he puts you down, his laugh racking through his broad body as he takes a seat on the other side of Viktor. The game soon beginning.

But when you look closely, you can see the brilliant blue of Garen's eyes shining with pride and contentment at seeing you dressed in his coat, with his colors, his number, his name. You know you look like you belong to him at this moment, and that's what you want everyone, especially Garen, to see. Your heart and body already belonging to him after years of dancing around your feelings.

The game against Roseguard Academy is violent, the Trifarix attacking and defending with all their might, your Dauntless Vanguard pushing back as steadfastly as their opponents.

You see it in how he leads today, Garen is full of energy. His body zipping past enemy players, passing expertly to his allies and taking back the ball with grace. He is at his prime. And as your eyes cross you know that your little stunt this week, sweetened by the sight of you at the moment, has had its desired effect.

Against the angry Noxians, the passionate Demacians clash, offense, defense, changing position, and once more. It's like an unspoken rhythm, a dance of adversity to prove to the other school and the rest of those sitting in the bleachers their strength, their righteousness, their worth. And it's the same each year when those two universities come together on the field. Both determined to win, the victor always determined by a hair.

As time ticks away, getting closer to the end of the match you see just how much energy the Trifarix has used in the first half, finally tiring out and letting the Dauntless Vanguard fain on them.

That's when you see it, Xin Zhao handing Garen the ball who rushes to the middle of the field.

He's going to do it again.

Within a moment that is both too slow and too fast for you to register, you see him place and kick the object, its shadow cutting through the air as everybody stands in apprehension. Is this shot going to score, barely seconds away from the end, or was it solely a one time thing?

The tension overtaking your body melts with your sudden cry of joy as you hear the whistle, the ball passing by the two parallel posts, over the one holding them apart.

Demacia - 25 | Noxus - 23

By a hair, your team has won by the smallest of hairs.

You can't register yourself rushing out of the bleachers, the wind carving your face or the band playing in honor of your school's victory as you rush to Garen. His arms immediately enveloping you as you jump, carrying you over the field while you begin to take in the music, the cheers, and the situation you're in. Only embarrassing from the point of view of someone who wished to confess the very same evening.

"Good job Garen. I'm proud of you." You whisper, face nearly touching his, noses gently caressing one another.

"You know we never hold back against Noxus. Especially when I have you in my jacket waiting for me on the bleachers."

"Now, now. Say anything else and I'll believe you're in love with me." You tease, testing the waters.

"And what if I was?"

"I'd say you're batshit insane, Crownguard." He chuckles, setting you down and putting a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to the benches, retrieving his bag.

You're greeted by cheers from his coach and teammates, Noxian adversaries reluctantly shaking hands although some of them look proud of their prowesses today.

"Alright you big, sweaty man-beast. Ready to go to the party?"

"Sure thing, doll. Let's go."

His hand remains on you as Viktor and Jayce join you on the way to the party, all of you piling up in Garen's car to drive to the location. One of the more well off students, Fiora, providing her home as the perfect breeding ground for a rager like the one taking place to close the inter-academics each year.

It's already stuffed full of people when you enter the immense front yard, the inside barely breathable as you pass the doors, the mansion not enough to contain so many students although way more decide to pass up on the festivities.

You immediately seek out some "courage juice" when you pass by the kitchen, fixing Garen a drink too as you return to him. He's already speaking to his teammates, excitedly moving his arms as he talks about tonight's game, earning you this year's winner's spot just like the previous year.

"Hey Garen, got you something. Also would you mind taking your jacket back? It's pretty heavy and I'm getting warm."

You try to ask as innocently as possible, his hand extended with a nod to relieve you of the second cup you are holding and his eyes widening as you unzip his jacket, revealing your outfit under it, and laying the coat on his outstretched arm.

"Well….Didn't you go all out tonight?" He nearly whispers, eyes moving all around your body with intensity, as if he's trying to carve the sight of you in his memory.

"Well, it's a once in a year occasion. Wanted to do an impression, y'know!"

"To whom?" His voice dips in the familiar tone you've discovered this week, the one you shiver in at the thought of your previous actions to the thought of it.

"Anyone willing to see, I suppose." You pretend to look pensive and shrug at your nonchalant answer, his eyes darken as he nods his head once more, quickly turning away to his team once more as you stay so close to him you nearly feel like you've fused.

His hand remains around your waist, his thumb tracing gentle, reassuring circles in your flesh, the other digits gripping you in softly yet with intent.

I'm not letting you out of my sight.

You know this is what this attention means. And you take it in stride, one hand slipping across his broad back to caress his hip in light up and down motions. Only slipping away from his welcoming arms when getting a new drink. You're executing your role to perfection, Garen's arm candy, something he seems to revel in from the glances you've noticed him giving you periodically.

The night is going well. Now you need it to go from well to good. And from good to great.

Your eyes trail around the room from the couch you are currently sitting in, stuck to Garen's side like glue. Drinking games? No, Garen doesn't partake. Getting high? Not his style either, although you wouldn't refuse if only to let your mind rest from the sheer speed and quantity of thoughts overtaking you at the moment.

You try to focus on your breathing, on the booming bass surrounding you and bouncing from every wall under the laughter and talking of your fellow students. What could possibly help you with your plan?

Your phone vibrates.

Science twink: Party games in the upstairs lounge. Stuff like truth or dare and whatever else.

Oh Viktor, that glorious bastard.

Jarvannabe: You're the best Vik!

Science Twink: I know. Now go get him.

Science Hunk: o7 good luck mamita

Laugh at your phone before getting up.

"Downstairs is a bit boring, wanna go up to see what's going on there?" Garen looks at you pensively before tilting his head, moving to stand and join you as you climb up the stairs, walking in front of you to keep you from being squashed by the crowd. Like a true gentleman.

The throng of students became smaller as you make your way through the first floor, the music slightly muffled and less of an attack on your ears when you get to the lounge.

"Hey y'all!" Ezreal, the life of the party yells from a circle of people currently sitting on the soft and plushy couches and armchairs or the ground. Reduced to taking that space from the sheer amount of people.

"Yo man, been a while." You clasp his hand in yours and he brings you in for a hug, short but warm and full of energy.

"Damn, look at you! You've gone hard today! Hey Garen, you were great tonight!" Your friend chuckles and shakes Ezreal's outstretched hand.

"Yeah I know. Gotta dress to impress, y'know?"

"Sit, sit. We were just about to begin!"

"Begin what, exactly?" Garen finally asks as he brings you down with him on the expensive couch, people trading places for the huge man. Respecting that he's probably quite exhausted from the match a couple of hours earlier.

"Nothing too bad. Just a little seven minutes in heaven. To…uh…tighten the inter-academy relations. You feel me?"

Oh yes, yes you do.

"Ain't a problem for me."

"Yeah I can see that, you're bringing someone home tonight, dude!" He whistles.

"Hey don't sound too excited, it might just be you." You tease, feeling Garen's relaxed arm tense and grip you tighter, his eyes darkening in your peripheral.

"You say this as if it was a bad thing." The blonde man snickers, throwing himself back in his armchair. A bottle is in the middle of the coffee table, serving as a pendulum to pick who will end up with who for seven whole uninterrupted minutes, alone.

"Hey just sayin'."

You laugh back at him, melting into Garen's arm as you lean onto the cushions behind your back, hands raised in a playful placating motion before you drop them on your lap.

"Alright, easy rules as always. We start clockwise at the person next to me, they spin, get with the person the bottle chose for them for seven minutes, come back, and so on so forth. Once you passed your turn, you're out for the rest of the game!" Claps the energetic man as he points to the the person on his left. "Rell, you start."

The Noxian cracks her fingers with a small smirk. "Let's get this party started!"

The bottle spins on the table, slowing to a halt when it reaches Ashe, a Freljordian. Everyone snickers as the two girls pull faces, moving towards a door on the left side of the room. Seven minutes beginning and ending quickly, animated by laughter and banter between students.

"Nah, what I'm saying is that nothing's happening because as similar as they are there ain't no way Ashe is kissing someone, period." Explained Sejuani, her hand moving to illustrate her words.

"Sounds like you're jealous."

"Don't try me, Kayn."

"She'd fuck you up, man. I think your little twink ass body wouldn't last a second in a fight with her." Cackles fill the room when Jhin talks, smirking deviously from behind his can of red bull while Kayn flips him off.

"You're the one who talks about twinks, Mister number Four?" You wheeze out.

"Hey, not my fault your man has been fed petricite for breakfast, lunch and dinner since birth, girlie. I'm a perfectly sculpted Adonis, thank you."

"Yeah. Exactly what I was saying. A twink." The room erupts in laughter again as the girls come out, looking as perplexed as they did when closing the door seven minutes ago. Garen's grip loosens and you smile at him innocently, not defending the fact that Jhin called him "your man" seems to have done wonders on him it seems. His stare piercing yours with furrowed brows and a confused smile.

"What?" You ask, playing the role of someone who has no idea what they're doing.

"Nothing, doll. Nothing at all."

The game continues. Kayn and Sejuani paired up to the pleasure of everyone in the room who relishes in the disgusted look on both of their faces, and the rest of the party goes on swimmingly. Couples after couples sent until eight of you are left.

"Alright, only four couples left! Let's give this bad boy to…." Ezreal's eyes land on yours and a grin splits his face, his hand playing with the tap on the bottle, pulling it on and off. "C'mon, pretty thing! Your turn!"

You nod, a smirk of your own growing on your lips while you look at the metal crowning the glass. The shade of red is different, and so are the ridges on the side. You sneak a glance in the clear material to see a black puck beneath the stopper.

You quickly pass your ring adorned digits above it, feeling a hard resistance.

A magnet.

You glance at Ezreal who's leaning back, legs crossed and arms spread across the backrest on his armchair, a knowing look in his eyes and his lips turned upwards in the familiar boyish smile.

That bastard's in on it.

You're gonna have to thank Viktor, Jayce and him later.

But for now you simply place the bottle on the table, slightly more on your side, and spin it. Making sure to put a hand on Garen's knee and lean forward with the other draped over your legs to make sure the magnet is attracted to the metal in your accessories. The man besides you softly shivering at the warmth of your hand contrasting with the cool metal decorating it.

Please work. Please work. Please fucking work.

Your heart nearly stops when the bottle lands on Vladimir, but you breathe out in relief when you realize that his turn has already passed.

And that the closest player to him is Garen.

The room grows loud with cheers as it always does when a new duo is picked, but in some faces you see relief, your eyebrows furrowing towards Ezreal as he shrugs and waves his hand towards the door.

"Remember lovebirds, seven minutes, noting more,nothing less."

"Aye, aye captain asswipe." You get up, doing a mock salute as you saunter to the side room, leaving the door open for Garen who makes it in there barely after you entered, closing and locking the door behind him.

That's the moment you hold him, arms wrapping tight around his hulking form, clawing at his back as you look up to him.

"Well, you know the rules."

"No rules say that we have to do anything."

"It's ineffable."

"Oh? Getting out the big words won't help you get what you want. You have to earn that."

"Wow. Earn it? I've been a great friend, Garen." You huff jokingly and he pulls away, holding you at arms' length by circling your biceps with his impossibly big hands.

"But have you been a good girl?" His voice dips and his eyes gloss over, the same way they have all week, the same way that has you needing him more and more each time it happens.

"I have."

He bends, getting closer to place his face in front on yours, his intense gaze forcing yours down before one of his hands find your chin to make you look back at him.

"Have you?"

You nod.

"So you keep on lying, then? Even when you've done that all week?"

"Now, Garen. I haven't lied once to you this week!" You chuckle, trying to keep your racing heart from bursting out of your chest at the feeling of his warmth so closely, so intimately, especially paired with these words.

He clicks his tongue and tilts his head, bringing it closer to your neck as he goes to murmur in your ears.

"The more you hide the truth, the less chances are that you'll get what you want. Now speak, before time runs out and you lose the opportunity to. Either way, you'll be the loser of this little game you began if I don't like what I hear or if you decide to keep on behaving like a gods damned brat."

He nearly spits out the last word, the velvety tone in his voice sounding forced at times, his grip on you tightening yet remaining somewhat gentle to keep your attention on him, tilting back to catch your gaze in his.

It's like a siren call, the dominance, the sheer predatory hunger dripping from his words, the sharp focus cutting you through his eyes. So, under his scrutiny you decide to let the mask drop, sighing as you look for the right words.

"I just wanted to see if you liked me…too."

"So you riled me up?"

"That wasn't my idea, it was Vik and Jayce's! Apparently both of them have been betting on who, and I quote 'would get their head out of their ass first' because we've both been pathetic." You sigh, eyes trying to remain on his, the blue irises pulling the truth from you.

"And? You accepted their terms because.. you do like me?"

"Of course I do you idiot! How could I not when you're the best man anyone could dream of in Runeterra!" You huff. "Like I just couldn't believe you'd like me, seemed insane. So the boys wanted to show me that you did, in fact, feel things for me too. I wouldn't have had to do this if you manned up though."

You add quickly at the end, the jab making Garen slide the hand gripping your chin to over your mouth, effectively shutting you up.

"If I manned up, huh? Funny coming from the girl who decided that letting herself be touched and paraded around by other men was a good idea to get my attention."

You did get it, though.

And as you try to speak your rebuttal he clicks his tongue thrice in a chastising way.

"Shut up, I'm speaking. You'll wait until I'm done to run your mouth again, doll."

You can only nod at his words, mind blank, emptied by his mannerisms.

"Atta girl. As I was saying, maybe me 'needing to man up' was me waiting, leaving you time and space to respect you while I began to show you just how deeply I feel. Now I get your impatience, I've grown restless too after three years. But you lacking respect over my proper way of showing my affection just shows how little manners you have."

You swallow heavily, his face getting closer and brushing yours gently with his hot breath. Shallow, as if breathing you in more than he should will break his resolve.

"Now there's two ways this can go. You show me how sorry you are and I'll fuck some manners into you so that this never happens again and all ends well and quickly, or you decide to remain undeserving of my attention and you'll get out of this room as soon as the seven minutes are over." His other hand leaves your arm, delicately caressing your skin as it slides up and behind your head, softly massaging your scalp.

"And you won't get what you want for as long as I deem it necessary. But don't be mistaken, I'll be here everyday, touching you the same way I've been doing for months, talking sweet poison in your ears just like I am right now. Torturing you as a punishment for doing the same to me, until I am satisfied. And I am a very, very, patient man."

Your hair is suddenly balled in a fist, your head pulled back as a groan escapes your throat.

"So what will it be, pet?" Your mouth is freed and you gasp, gulping in air you don't realize you've forgotten to breathe in.

A moment passes as you try to recollect yourself, picking up the pieces of you that shattered at the display of dominance Garen used to render you docile. You take the time to appreciate the shivers rolling up and down your body at his glare, at his tone and words, air finally feeding every cell in your body and making you all too aware of your position and what just happened.

The fantasized version that had you screaming out his name already nowhere close to the real thing. Pumping desire through your veins at every new breath, every word, every grip and every blink, his existence siphoning your own in a maelstrom of feelings so strong you can't do anything but surrender to them.

"I'll be good." Your voice comes out weakly, shaking pathetically as you glance at him with lust overtaking your mind.

"Will you, now? Or is that another lie?"

You shake your head fast, panic coursing through you at the thought of the torture that awaits you if Garen decides that your words aren't enough to believe. An idea comes to mind, something that seems much more comfortable and easy to do than stand on trembling legs.

You drop to your knees, hands settling obediently in your lap, calves tucked under your bottom as you look up, eyes glassy.

You want him so bad.

"Please, Garen. I'm sorry I lied, I'm sorry I did all of this. Please let me make it up to you, let me learn, let me be good. But please let me be yours." Tears roll down your cheek and you see him shift, body descending the same way yours has. "Just please Garen, don't leave me like this. I'm so sorry."

Your weak pleads seem to soften him, the tension setting his face quickly melting as he leans towards you, hands cradling your face. He shushes you, thumbs caressing your cheeks in gentle circles.

"It's okay sweet girl. I can't say no to that face, not when you cry so pretty for me." His voice is nearly whispered as he gets closer, his lips kissing your tears away.

"Just discipline me please, anything but leaving me. Please, I promise I'll be good Garen, please." You beg, chest growing and deflating with each panted, panicked breath.

"Good. That's all I needed to hear."

His eyes dip to your lips in a silent question, not wishing to overwhelm you, and the nod that shakes your head nearly gives you whiplash with its strength. The enthusiasm making Garen huff out a small chuckle before he finally closes the distance.

His lips are soft and warm, they taste like the lemonade he's been sipping on all night, sweet and acidic, addicting. When his arms wrap around you, one encasing your waist and the other your shoulders and the back of your head that he holds with a strong hand, you feel safe. Wrapped in a cocoon of comfort you have wished for, for so long.

And his smell.

It's salty, musky from the sweat, but you can perceive the notes of verbeina, cinnamon and cardamom of his usual smell.

He smells so good you want to devour him whole, make him yours and never let go. A desire so all encompassing you can nearly feel what the man holding yours feels, a hearth illuminating your soul and warming your body with tendrils of scorching heat.

Garen pushes away for a second, gulping air, looking so unlike himself, like he's about to break. His grip on you tightening to keep the last piece of composure he has somewhat intact.

"Please, can I touch you?"

His pupils, already blown out, nearly eat away at the whole of his irises as soon as he hears the question.

"Go ahead, doll."

Then he goes back in for the kill.

Lips moving in a tandem, your hands clawing at his large muscled back. You feel it then, his tongue licking away at your bottom lip, asking for you to grant it passage. Which, of course, you do. The appendage swirling around yours in a feverish dance as he tries to taste you whole, your own taste buds overtaken by the sweet and salty flavor coating Garen's mouth. A mix of the treats and drinks he has consumed since the beginning of the party, the twang of lemon, the iodine prickle of saltines, the syrupy sweetness of soda and the smoky umami of dried beef.

Something so mundane. Yet at the moment it doesn't matter, that taste is his and it's something you've craved for the past three years, so you're going to take advantage of the opportunity as much as you're allowed.

What you hear has you wondering if you are ripping Garen's shirt apart from how hard you are holding on to him, his groans and soft puffed breaths like fuel to the flame blazing at your core.

You suddenly feel light, your body carried to his lap as he brings you closer, the distance always too much between the two of you. Proving just how much he has craved you, how similar the two of you are in your need of one another.

But as his hands dip lower to your hips, gripping them so firmly you can feel bruises forming already, a knock is heard. The sound barely heard over the baited breaths and the blood rushing to the pumping of your own heart, but you hear it still.

"Come on you two, seven minutes are up!"

"Crap." You whisper, scrambling clumsily from Garen's lap, looking like a newborn fawn trying to walk. But in your misery you feel a strong arm wrapping around your waist, steadying you.

"There you go. Let's not make them wait too much."

He turns to you, using his free hand to fix your hair and wipe the drool on your chin as well as the last of the tears staining your cheeks. You pull this arm when he's finished, using it to make him lean down towards you so you can put his shirt back on properly and wipe the saliva coating his own jaw.

"Sorry."

"It's okay, doll."

When he opens the door, letting you walk out first like the gentle man he is, you notice mischief in everyone's gazes.

Those motherfuckers were all in on it.

They try to hide it, but as the game continues you catch glances at Garen's sudden display of dominance when he dresses you in his jacket once more and places you on his lap, one hand wrapping around your thigh possessively. Gaze proud and defiant as he looks at everyone in the room.

His eyes read. "She is mine now, and no one but me can have her."

And you can't say you're mad at it. No, actually quite the opposite. The flames burning hot in your guts do not die out during the last three rounds of seven minutes in heaven. They grow hotter at the thought of Garen proudly displaying you in such a way, at how he leans in to talk in your ear every time he has to say something, and at the prospect of both what has happened during your round and what will happen once you're out of the party.

You try really hard not to think about it but the idea stubbornly permeates your mind each time you push it back and your thighs clench.

"You're quite needy aren't you, doll?"

You find it crazy how your willpower hasn't failed you in the near half hour it took for the game to end. And now that the crowd is back to talking and you are drowned out of their thoughts you can allow yourself to at least shiver at the words Garen mutters behind your neck, his breath puffing against your ear.

"Garen, please." You softly call out, whispered enough for no one else but him to hear.

"You want to have what you're promised already, don't you? So greedy, so impatient." He tightens his grip on your leg. "But it's good. I like you like this. Polite and desperate. To be quite frank, I can't wait to have you wrapped around my cock anymore either. So go on, leave my lap, doll. I'll be right behind you."

You don't wait for his words to sink and you get up, the man quickly following behind.

"Sorry, I had a tad bit too much to drink and I feel pretty sick. It was great seeing you guys again. See y'all next year!"

You rush, barely hearing Garen's polite goodbyes as you storm down the stairs and out the house, stomping past the garden with your friend tailing you as if he were your shadow.

"Where to?"

"Mine is closer."

The Crownguard household, nobility here in Demacia due to their part in the country's military since long before your time. You gulp nervously and glance at Garen when he opens the door to his car, a white Toyota Camry he had paid with his own money from working part time along with his studies and extracurriculars, refusing to rest on his family's money.

"Are you sure I can…"

"Don't worry, I told my family you'd come for a sleepover tonight. They're expecting a guest." He reassures, a soft smile stretching his lips as he caresses your face.

You drop unceremoniously in your seat and Garen closes the door. Quickly taking his place on the driver's side.

What?

"Did you plan this?" Your face turns to him and you can see a wolfish grin overtaking his features.

"Maybe."

You groan and melt back into the seat, your hands covering your face in disbelief.

"Oh my gods Garen, what the fuck!"

"Told you I was gonna give you a taste of your own medicine."

"So I'd have come even if you decided to fuck me over?"

"If I decided to teach you a lesson, yes. But indeed, you would have gone back home with me either way, though the outcome of the night would be much different had you remained uncooperative."

As he begins the car you lose your words, mind racing and heart thumping while one of his hands holds the steering wheel, the other one switching from your thigh to the gear shift ever so often.

The outcome of the night.

All of a sudden it all crashes down on you.

Garen likes you back, as much as you like him. He's been desiring you as much as you do him.

And he's been courting you, taking his time to ease you in this new world before you sped it all up due to the right opportunity and impatience fueling your adoration for him.

You're going to fuck your best friend.

But with that realization comes a question you are terrified to ask, yet which you know is important. At least to make sure you're not going insane and seeing things that are not there.

"Garen?"

"Yes, doll?"

"Is this…just going to be casual? A one night stand or…some sort of friends with benefits thing?"

The blinkers echo loudly in the vehicle as he takes a turn, pulling up into a gravel pathway, his hands clicking a button on a remote held in his key chain so that the electronic gate opens.

"If you believe I am doing any of that then I fear you've sorely mistaken who I am."

You wring your hands in your lap, the gigantic estate making you feel out of place already and heightening your stress at the situation.

"No, it won't be casual." His voice says warmly, your eyes trailing to see him glancing at you when he's done parking his car.

"I love you, and I want to give you what you deserve." His eyes are so sincere that you feel pulled to him, a soft peck delivered to his lips.

"What do I deserve, Garen?"

"Everything, doll. Now let's get you out of the car, we can take it all slow. I know this is a bit much."

When you nod he cradles your face softly, indulging in your lips one last time before leaving the car and opening the passenger's side for you.

Your walk in the house itself is calm as you try to find peace in Garen's touch, dwarfing you and warming you from the outside in.

The entrance is grandiose, a large mahogany staircase greeting you while white petricite floors covered in navy blue carpets cushioning your steps. The decoration is rich yet not overwhelming, two arched doorways opening up your left and right to more of the house. The ceiling is vaulted an immense chandelier hanging from the wooden posts and illuminating the room with a soft glow.

"The rooms are upstairs."

You nod, following him up and to the left. Passing by delicately woven tapestries, trapped under glass for preservation, and masterfully made paintings. Your eyes trail to them, stress momentarily forgotten at the sight of the antiques.

"You will have the time to admire them tomorrow morning. Or this morning, rather. Come on." He rushes you, voice strained yet full of the familiar adoration you hear when he speaks to you.

How could you have doubted his love for you all this time, when this is how he has been touching you, speaking to you and looking at you?

It doesn't matter anymore as Garen opens the arched mahogany doors to what you realize is his room, allowing you to step in first as always and closing the door behind the both of you once you've crossed the threshold.

The room's ceiling is faulted too, a large arched bay window gives you a vision of the large backyard and the moon standing high in the sky, two navy curtains framing it. His bed is wooden, sculpted with beasts belonging to his family's crest, the mattress high and thick to support Garen's massive body, white and blue adorning it with flashes of gold embroidery to give a more regal look to the silk sheets.

"Let's get a shower first yes? I'm sweaty and sticky and although I do need you, I want this first time together to be as good and memorable as it can be. Just don't mind anything you'll see."

Let's?

Don't mind anything you'll see.

"You want me to shower with you?" You sputter, shy and beyond embarrassed at the flashes currently passing through your mind theater.

"Of course, I told you. We're going to take our time. And if you wish for me not to look, I won't. But I think the both of us could use a hot shower, if only just to calm down the nerves."

Your gaze finds his, warm and inviting while he opens the en suite bathroom door, his other arm guiding you inside.

"You're stressed too?"

"Well, I haven't exactly liked anyone as much as I like you, and I am about to…" He breathes, furrowing his brows pensively while he closes the bathroom door as you admire the room. White, navy and gold, just like every other room. Regal and elegant with both a big tub and a walk in shower, a large counter holding a sink above a petricite cupboard with mahogany doors and a mirror above it, large enough to show Garen's impressive reflection. To the side there is a carved stone wardrobe, full of more amenities.

"..Well, claim you, if I can put it like that. You don't have to be scared about anything, though. I'll make sure that today is unforgettable. Do you trust me? And…Can I help you undress?"

"Yes."

Is the whisper that escapes you as he goes to start the water, soon returning to you and dropping to his knees. He lifts one of your legs to pull away your shoe and sock, then the other, kissing your foot each time. He touches your belt, you nod and he gently undoes it and places it in the pile of your clothes, then his hands play at the hem of your top and you lift your arms, letting him pull it off of you. Your pants coming down after he kisses your stomach gently, proving himself to be patient, even when your eyes dip and you see him clearly straining against the tight athletic shorts.

Your whimper at the sight seems to push his patience nearly to its limit, his breaths deepening as he kisses down each leg while Piling your pants down. Hands softly coming up to unclasp your bra at your nod, they shake once he leans in to kiss each of them. His blue irises drowning you as pecks are delivered to your puffy, sensitive nipples, your own hands grasping at his shoulders while he kisses down your sternum, past your stomach, and his teeth peek from his mouth when he bites down on the hem of your panties, hands trembling at the sides of your hips.

Once more you nod, and he pulls them off with his mouth, his fingers hooking to the sides to help and his eyes rolling back as he inhales deeply, a twitch shaking his shorts in arousal.

It happens again when you kneel too, pulling Garen's clothes away from him with the same reverence he has given you. His shirt pulled away to reveal a sight you've been awarded in the summer already, a built body seeming more like carved stone than flesh and skin. What has your hands trembling is when your digits hook around the waistbands of both his bottoms and his boxers, the shaky sigh escaping his lips as you lock your eyes to his, bringing the fabric down and trying your damnest to not look at his cock. Even when it's right in front of you when Garen stands up and toes the last of his clothes away.

"It's okay, doll. You've begged so well earlier, you can look."

As if he had ordered you and not allowed you, you find yourself eyeing him. Long and thick, heavy and twitching in need, a small trimmed patch of hair surrounding it and stretching to his navel. He looks like he can break you, spear you open like he does in the field. And you don't mind it one bit.

Your body inching closer to it unknowingly, hands in your lap as you begin to feel its warmth closing in on your face. And, as if you suddenly got possessed, you open your mouth, tongue lolling out to lick from base to tip, groaning at the salty taste of the silky skin.

"Fuck, doll. I said that you could look, not use your mouth" One hand grips your hair and the other the back of your neck, but unlike what his words indicate, Garen brings you closer.

So you continue, circling your soft tongue around his tip before you lick your way back down, doing so until all of his cock is covered in spit. Only then does your head tilt, lips gliding up and down as your eyes meet Garen's again, looking seconds away from ruining you while your thighs clench, trying to unsuccessfully bring relief to your cunt, pulsating with need.

" 'M sorry. Need you. Can I taste you please? Please Garen, I'll be good." You beg, the taste, smell and heft of him flicking a switch in your mind.

"Gods, so much for taking it slow. Doll, please."

"Please Garen, need to taste you so bad." Your pleading seems to erase the last of his restraint, his eyes fully darkening and his pants shaking his body.

"Then open your mouth, and take it."

You kiss your way up his shaft and open wide, the man taking his base in hand to slap the tip of his cock on your tongue.

"What do we say, pet?"

"Thank you, sir." You mumble as coherently as possible with your mouth open and he bites his lip, the hand behind your neck bringing you closer until you feel the hot skin in your mouth.

Your eyes roll back, the salt of his precum quenching but also deepening a thirst you have kept hidden for too long. Your mouth welcoming in as he stops at around half way through.

"Go on, close your lips and show me how much you needed this."

And you do, sliding up and down you can't help but whine in relief at the weight and taste of him, finally having him in your jaws after three years. You suck your cheeks in, using your tongue to cushion and lick at his underside, focusing on suckling and licking the tip, then slowly inching your way further down his cock. Taking more and more of him in.

"Gods, look at you. So good for me aren't you? Just had to threaten the bratty out of you and now you're just a sweet, needy, obedient little pet."

He grunts, gasping each time you take him deeper, heat pooling at your core, burning hotter the more you take in.

"Careful or you're going to choke, pet." But your muffled moan around his cock is enough to tell him what he needs to know. "Oh but that's what you want, isn't it? To choke." You gag softly as he shallowly thrusts forward. "To be used." He does it once more with more gusto and you nod, drool slipping past your lips, down your chin and chest.

"Fuck, so messy. But it's okay, I'll give you what you want. That'll teach you just how good I can be to you when you shut your mouth and behave."

The hand in your hair softly begins pushing you forwards as he moves his hips, his cock inching its way into your throat as the hand on your shoulder slides to your neck, the added pressure making your eyes roll back. Your esophagus is stretched, filled with more and more vigor as you drip on yourself, thighs clenching and rubbing slick all over while you clasp Garen's thighs to hold on tight through his ministrations.

It nearly feels like he's fucking his way into your stomach as your lips meet his base, balls slapping at your wet chin while you slobber all over Garen's cock. Drips of saliva coating you and the ground as the most respectful and gentlemanly man you know fucks your face like a mere toy.

"Gods, that's what this mouth needed isn't it? A reminder of who it belongs to so it doesn't start spewing bullshit."

His grunts echo louder and louder through the room as he sees your disheveled state and feels his shaft in your throat with the hand he has placed there to squeeze.

"Maybe you should be rewarded, mh pet? Have me flood your throat with my cum. Is that what you want?"

You claw down his thighs, gaze returning to his as you try to nod. But he just pulls you away.

"Too bad that it's not a part of the plans I have for you tonight." He brings you to your feet from under your armpits and drags you to the shower, the water hot as you wash yourself again, rubbing away at the dried tears and drool.

You are washing your hair, lathering it in foam as soapy hands find your breasts, slowly massaging them and getting rewarded by soft sighs. Fingers pulling and pinching at your nipples before cupping the two mounds, then they run down your stomach, splitting to wash your thighs then down your calves and they make their way up through the back of your legs. Pulling and kneading at your ass before traveling up your back and down your arms.

"Garen." You pant out, looking behind you at the man gazing at you like a predator does with their prey.

"Patience. Make yourself useful like earlier and wash me, pet."

"Yes, sir."

You hear a huffed "fuck" escape him as you turn, pumping soap in your own hands and washing over his massive body, realizing now more than ever just how his size dwarfs yours.

"Atta girl."

You try your best to add strength to your rubs, feeling built muscle ripple beneath your hands on his chest and back and hoping to relieve Garen of some tension, which seems to be working when you kneel to wash his legs. Two hands working on the muscles of one leg's thigh and calf before switching to the other, rising back to your feet before helping with his arms as well.

"You're such a good pet, aren't you? Now that you're tamed you know exactly what to do. I suppose that means you deserve a treat."

You rinse each other, Garen carrying you with your legs on either side of his hips once you're clean, not minding the fact both of you aren't dry as he ravages your mouth. Tongues and lips clashing, a groan rumbling through his chest as he tastes himself on your lips. Your core is so close to his cock that you can feel it brushing, drawn out moans escaping your throat as you finally feel relief from the tension building up between your thighs.

"Sir, please." His grip tightens on you and he bites your lower lip as he pulls back, panting, laying your form on the bed as he slides himself on top of you, his body covering yours almost unnaturally by its size alone.

"I'll take whatever I want from you. I'll show you what happens when my lovely little pet knows her place, what happens when I give my girl what she deserves. I'll love you like a husband, doll."

He pecks your lips once more before kissing his way around your jaw and down your neck, settling on a spot that has you shivering.

"But I'll fuck you like a whore."

And he rushes in, biting so hard you feel your skin giving under his sharp teeth, his tongue licking away at the mark before shoving his tongue through your parted, panting lips. A metallic taste invading your senses and making you claw at Garen's back in a sort of primal need you never knew you could experience. Desire nipping away at your clarity of mind as the man's lips leave yours again, marking his way on each side of your neck, unable to be hidden no matter how hard you try.

"And I'm going to own you like one too."

His lips leave a trail in shades of reds and blues as he bites around your chest, crimson still pearling at the bite he delivered to your neck, his lips catching and wrapping around each each nipple. Licking and sucking at the sensitive peaks while you writhe beneath him, his hands playing with the one left unattended to, pinching and pulling, rolling the bud beneath his thumb. Any and all words erased from your mind as he begins to bruise his way down once more, his body sliding lower and lower until he is kneeling before the bed.

"But don't worry, pet. I'll worship you in a way that will make the fucking gods blush."

And with that he grabs your calves and pulls you to the edge of the bed, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he makes sure you can't hide yourself to him.

"So, what do we say pet? Do you want this?"

You nod, but it's not enough, his hands massage at your hips and pinch to get your attention back. Your pants suddenly evolving into a gasp as your eyes finally gaze at Garen.

"Do you want this, doll? I need words."

"Please, Garen. Please I need it, can't stand to wait anymore."

"Good girl. I'll take care of you, don't worry.

And with that he dips his head, moaning at the sticky mess between your thighs, his back rising with a big inhale as he fills his lungs with your scent, slowly inching closer to where you need him most.

Then all hell breaks loose.

His lips meet your cunt as he kisses it as fervently as he did your lips, grunts filling the air as he tastes you.

"You taste divine, pet. Like fucking ambrosia."

His tongue flattens on your clit and flashes of white hot pleasure bursts through your veins like lightning, your hands finding their way in his hair so you can hang onto something.

" 'M sorry!"

"It's okay." He hums. "Pull as much as you want sweet girl, hang on while I devour you the way I've wanted for three gods damned years."

And he plunges back, his mouth closing around your clit and suckling, alternating between this motion and the licks, his eyes rolling back as you coat his tongue with your juices and he inches it further towards your entrance.

"Oh and. Cry out for me."

His eyes meet yours and when you push down on his head he understands the signal, filling you up as he flicks the muscle up and down, in and out, teasing your tight and warm insides as his nose grinds on your clit. The two actions effectively stoking the fire already scalding your insides. The feeling new, unexplored pleasure carving its way through every nerve like cracks spreading over a sheet of glass. You feel like you're so very fragile and like you're getting ruined, destroyed. And it couldn't feel any better.

The heat is white hot as it travels through your body. Gasps escaping you while you feel the finality of your lust, the culmination of your desire, show its head.

"Fuck. Please, please, please." You beg as you move your hips to his rhythm and he hums appreciatively before pulling himself away, his look almost disappointed.

"Please what, doll?"

"I wanna cum, please sir. Please, can I cum?" Your voice cracks as you answer Garen, one of his hands climbing your body to softly caress your clavicle.

"No, darling. I know it's going to be a lot, but can you hold on for me until I say you're allowed to cum? If you say no, it's alright too. I'll just have to care for you before I stretch you open is all."

His voice is low yet breathy, trying to maintain some hold over himself while he comforts you.

You consider it, being greedy and taking your pleasure immediately or following through with what Garen has apparently planned. Yet when you confront yourself to it, you know immediately what you are going to pick.

"I'll hold on."

He smiles, pride and adoration shining on his features, eyes blown with pleasure even as he discusses such things with you. As if your pleasure is truly the only thing that matters to him, no matter what he may say. And your heart only beats faster at that thought.

"I love you, Garen."

"I love you too, sweet girl." His hand leaves your chest to bring one of yours to his lips, kissing it softly and lovingly. "I'll open you up for me now, are you alright with that? I wouldn't want to hurt you later."

"Yes, sir."

"Atta girl." Your hand is positioned once more on top of his head to clasp at his chocolate strands, one of his arms wrapping around your hips and pinning them down the bed before he dips down again.

He licks a long stripe up your cunt, from entrance to the top of the mound, pressing particularly hard on your clit before he begins to suck on it, one hot finger teasing your sopping wet hole. It moves up and down to coat itself before it dips slowly inside.

One knuckle. You whine, trying to wiggle your hips under his unrelenting grip. Two knuckles. Your moan leaves you loudly, ripped from you by pleasure. Three knuckles. You melt as he crooks his finger up and brushes against the spongy spot on the upper side of your walls. The motion of back and forth, the dragging of the digit within you, extracting soft whimpers for you as he relaxes you.

Then he gently pulls it away, tongue lapping at your bundle of nerves and circling it with different pressures as not one finger but two fingers breach you this time. Moving back and forth as each movement drag them deeper in your pussy, and once they're fully in he scissors them. Opening and closing to stretch you open. Soon doing the same with a third finger, using your abundance of slick as a way to safely and gently open you up for him while he enjoys your taste on his tongue.

You feel the pleasure reaching a peak, body shaking as you combat every instinct that tell you to accept the pleasure.

"Sir." He hums but remains focused, his eyes closed as his grip on your hips tightens.

"Garen." He groans, nodding and shoving his face further in your cunt.

Your hands pull at his hair. "Please, stop, I'm gonna cum!"

He pulls away suddenly, looking as if you have burned him before his face grows more gentle, more sweet.

"My perfect girl. Telling me to stop so she can save her orgasm for me." His voice is syrupy as he gets up and grabs your thighs to push you further up the bed, crawling after you.

What he does next leaves you squealing in surprise. He swings to his back, dragging you with him to hover over his face, a knee on either side of his head.

"Go on. Ride my face as a treat. But remember to tell me when you're about to cum, alright pet?"

You hesitate, slowly lowering yourself on his lips before his hands push you down all the way. Effectively fully sitting you down on his face.

A loud groan escapes you, the added pressure of the position sending electricity through your veins. His nose pushes against your clit, his lips and tongue kissing and licking at your entrance before the latter breaches you and you can't help but grind down at the feeling. Garen's throat producing a long, drown out moan at the movement while you gasp at the pleasure, slowly moving your hips up and down as you seek out your pleasure again.

"Fuck, sir. Y'feel so good. Gods, fuck. Thank you sir, thank you so much." Is the only thing that can escape your mouth, looping like a broken record as your thighs tighten around his face.

You feel his tongue moving up and down, in and out, as you circle your hips. His nose tracing your button to perfection. But it seems like your pleasure comes faster this time around, your hips trying to lift from Garen's face as he devours you once more, like a starved man being offered a meal.

You feel it, the prickling sensation precursor to your pleasure.

"Garen!" You claw at his hands as he sits you farther down on his face, eyes opening, hazy and glazed before he undoes his grip on you and you climb off of him clumsily.

"Fuck, I almost came." You pant, leaning against the pillows, laying back comfortably as you look at him.

"I'm sorry, sweet girl. I'm just…obsessed it seems. Thank you for being so good and respecting the rules, darling."

His lips touch yours as he sits up and leans over you, your taste permeating your lips with the metallic flavor of blood from earlier, your pants meeting his as he crawls over you.

"Are you ready, doll?"

"Yes, sir. Please, fuck me so good I forget everything else but you."

Garen's head drops in the crook of your neck where he bites at the crusted over bloody marks from earlier, opening them back up. You cry out in pleasure as he couples the pain with the way his cock begins to stretch you open.

Inch by inch, his member spears through you, bloody lips returned to yours as his hands hold your hips tightly. Leaving you to space to escape.

"That's it, pet. You swallow my dick so well don't you. And here I thought nothing could beat that sloppy little mouth. But your cunt can, can't it? So warm." He thrusts shallowly into you, ripping moans from you as you claw at his back. "So tight." He thrusts again, reaching deeper now. "You were made for me weren't you, sweet girl? Just for me. Now I just got to mold you to my shape and show the world who you belong to by making you scream my name so loud all of Runeterra will hear it."

Once he is finally sheathed within you feel fuller than you've ever been. Like a missing part of you has been completed. And that pleasure becomes nearly overwhelming as he begins to drag himself in and out of your warm heat. Sticky, fleshy sounds echoing through the room every time your hips meet his, the noises only adding to the filth and devotion of the moment.

"I'll go a bit harder now doll, alright?"

"Please, sir." Your eyes roll back as you feel his cock begin to drill into you, the feeling better than any fantasy you've had about Garen.

"God you look so perfect don't you, filled to the brim with my cock, taking me whole at once like a good fucking pet." He groans and thrusts harder, the blinding pleasure making you rush to clench the sheets beneath you, your back arching.

"Just for you, sir." You pant out. "Only for you. I'm yours, please just fucking use me. Claim me as your own. Fuck your cum into me until you're satisfied. But please just don't stop!"

"You beautiful fucking thing." His hips begin to snap up into yours, hands sliding your thighs around his hips. "Just trap me in." You cross your feet behind his back and he stutters in his motion before he goes faster, harder, reaches deeper. "That's it. Tell me if I'm going too hard, love."

You shake your head, pleasure overriding all of your senses and reason as you bring Garen closer and cross your legs tighter.

"Please just ruin me. I don't wanna think. Just do whatever you want to me. Please, sir, wanna feel you knocking at my cervix. Fuck!" You babble out words that do not even filter through your mind before they come out, just pure unbridled desire coming from your heart and out your lips.

His answer comes in the form of shivers racking through his body, one hand on your stomach to feel himself stretching you up as he plows into you with abandon.

"Yeah? Nearly sounds to me like you want to be bred." Snap.

"Would you like that huh? Being full of my seed, I'd push it in whenever it drips out of you. Hoping that it takes." His hips smack against yours, his tip knocking at your cervix like you begged for.

"And if it doesn't I'd just fill you up again." Thrust. "And again." Thrust. "And again." His cadence becomes erratic, his face distorting with pleasure. Brows furrowed, lips red and wet with spit, his chin covered in your drying juices and his eyes entirely black, none of the cool, soft shade of blue showing in them.

Your body responds to the feeling of his cock snapping a frantic rhythm within you, pulsating, clenching at the ministrations, your own orgasm growing closer once more. Your whole body burning from the two previous times, the pleasure growing more and more overwhelming as tears drip from your eyes.

"Please please, fuck me however you want but please let me cum!" Your voice cries out, choked with tears. "I don't think I can hold on anymore!"

His eyes open, and he leans forwards, folding you in half before uncrossing your legs, positioning each one on a shoulder before he leans further down on you, knees bent next to your hips.

"Good, because I don't think I can either, sweet girl." He nearly growls out as he pulls himself out, thrusting shallowly once or twice to tease you.

"Please sir!"

"Please, what."

"Please fill me up so good my body feels empty when you're not fucking me. Please carve my insides to your shape. Let me cum and drench your cock, please please please."

Your voice breaks while you beg as he thrusts once, then twice, before assuming the same rhythm as before. Unforgiving. Quick. Heavy. Sledgehammering his way into your cunt, each thrust bringing you closer to the brink.

You feel unbearably hot, like you're metal and he's the hearth, melting under him, molding and bending to his will as you take all he gives you in stride.

"Good girl." He whispers at each snap of his hips, big puffed breath following each of them with strings of curses and groans alongside the fleshy echoes of your bodies meeting.

"Perfect fucking girl." His other hand slides from your thigh to your neck, encapsulating it by its size and pushing ever so slightly, restricting your airflow.

"Fuck!" You spasm, body shaking uncontrollably from all the pleasure, the fingers on your stomach trailing from your navel, although they squeeze one last time so Garen feels his cock rearranging your insides, and to your clit. Pressing and moving around it in a way that has your vision bursting with colors, sobs escaping you instead of cries as more tears flow from you, akin to a downpour in the middle of April.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck."

"That's it, pet. Clench down on me like a vice." Garen falters yet thrusts deeper, steadfast in his endeavor. "Cum around me, I know you can do it. Be a good girl and cream around my cock."

Your back arches away from the mattress once more as the assault on your insides pairing with the one currently playing with your bundle of nerves like a fiddle brings you close to your release. The hand around your throat depriving you of enough oxygen to make you feel like you're riding the best high you'd ever get in your life.

You can taste the ash of the blaze tearing you apart, feel the sear, feel yourself being taken by the all encompassing flame. Devoured whole by Garen's passion, consumed by desire.

You grow so tight around him that each thrust feels nigh impossible, the man whimpering at the feeling of your pulsating, hot flesh squeezing him. Each movement of his sending more and more overwhelming pleasure into your overstimulated body. Drool escaping your lips and the feeling of utter ecstasy.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum too, yeah? That's what you want baby?"

"Fuck. Please, please, please Garen, just fill me up. Need your cum please, fuck, need it so much."

"Good." He thrusts.

"Fucking." He throws all his weight onto you and pins you further into the bed.

"Girl." His words shake you to your core as he cums deep within. Cock settled snugly against your cervix as it pumps out a load. Hot and thick, coating your insides.

He stays there for a bit, taking his breath back while you come in and out of consciousness, pull away by reality and pleasure as they fight over who gets to have you. Fully unaware of how Garen gets up to get to the bathroom to wash his face and inner thighs, returning with a basin full of hot water and a cloth.

You whine at the wet feeling between your legs, the man wiping away at the oozing cum and at the drying stickiness on your legs. Taking the time, he kisses the hand marks seared into your hips and thighs by his bruising grip, pecking each hickey on his way up and wiping at the bloody bite mark with the wet rag.

"Garen?" Your voice comes out rasped, meek.

"Yes, sweet girl?" His voice fills back with the affection you've always known him to have. The dark heaviness all but disappearing.

"Can I stay?"

He chuckles, his face softening as his hands cradle your cheeks to wipe away the salt left by your tears. His lips meeting yours with so much passion and adoration that the whole night feels like a dream, livid and impossible but more delicious than any indulgence you could wish to be granted.

"You can stay for as long as you want. That's actually what I'd want the most."

Your hands circle his shoulders and he softly places himself at your side, head on his pillows as his hand pulls the navy covers up before his arms wrap around you, digits massaging at your sore flesh.

"I love you, doll"

"Me too." You whisper, lids heavy, closing like heavy metal before your eyes.

And as he brings you closer to him and he kisses your forehead, you hear his heartbeat beneath your ear. Gently lulling you to sleep, deafening your ears to anything but the sweet silence of slumber, finally safe within Garen's embrace.

Viktor was indeed, right. As always. That glorious bastard.

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