#it only motivated me to draw him even hotter | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

charlie-lec-stories · 1 year ago

Text

Some Odd Numbers are Even // CL16 & MV1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc / Original Female Character / Max Verstappen

Summary: Max knows that he's always been in love with his best friend, even if she was driving for the enemy, and he could live with that, but her dating the rival he has a crush on it's where he draws the line.

Warnings: Some angst, but they all take it like champs. Max kisses people when he's drunk. Some sexual comments.

Author’s Note: I had to work on this one a lot to make it fit the theme of the blog, but it motivated me to keep editing my stories, this is the beginning of everything. Rate: +18

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

When Max Verstappen met Y/N he was the most hormonal 15 years-old on Earth, or at least that's how his father called him, always running around chasing girls instead of focusing on what was important. He has to admit that his head wasn't filled with the purest thoughts when they got introduced by their mutual friend, Pierre, but when she humiliated all the boys on the track winning by almost twenty seconds, he knew he fell hard. She called him her best friend the second time they hung out and, to Max's dismay, their destiny seemed to have been sealed. Best friends. He hated it, but he would take what he could get. With time, he learned to live with it. She was the first person he told he was feeling "confused", as he initially called it, and then the first he decided to let know that he was bisexual when he finally understood it. He was glad that she took it great and she was kind of surprised that he ever thought she could get mad about him liking people. They enjoyed gossiping around and sharing their opinions on the different people they liked, but he never dared to tell her how he felt about her. She has had at least five boyfriends and countless one-night stands since they met and everything always ended up in heartbreak for her. He spent years wanting to scream "I'm here, just look at me", but she never looked his way, at least not like he wanted. Still, he tried to be supportive, because she still was his best friend and his massive crush on her wasn't her fault. He was supportive when she dated that weird dude from Canada who was obsessed with her hair, when she told him that she wanted to learn how to play the guitar and when she decided that she wanted to drive for Mercedes in F1. He was still a little pissed off that she signed with Mercedes, but he took it like a big boy.

However, there was something they could never see eye to eye about and that something was actually a someone: Charles Leclerc. Max and Charles had quite the history when it came to their relationship, they were rivals above all but, unknown to Charles, the monegasque was also Max's bi awakening when they were 16. The dutch took his time getting there, but he ended up understanding that even though he was constantly wanting to rip Charles' head off, he also find him attractive. Of course, that didn't make Max like the other, he knew the difference between finding someone good looking and liking them at all. Would he have sex with Charles? Probably, in another universe. Did he stopped disliking Charles? No, definitely no. But his best friend adored Charles. Y/N could write a whole encyclopedia about Charles, she was in love with him, but Charles was that unreachable entity that never looked at her as more than Pierre's friend. He was always nice to her, attentive, charming, funny, even warm. He liked her, not the way she liked him, but he liked her anyways. The three of them were trapped in this weird triangle and Max hated it. He hated Charles for getting the attention he wanted and for getting even hotter with time. But for Max things only got worse.

They were all 24 and it was the first time in a long period that the three of them were single simultaneously. Charles had broken up with his girlfriend of two years before the start of the season, Y/N was on a celibacy run since the beginning of the year and Max broke up with his latest boyfriend who he only dated for three months. On the first race of the season he noticed that the Ferrari driver was a recurring character at the Mercedes garage. For a moment, Max thought that Charles was considering moving to Mercedes, but he soon found out that the Ferrari driver had other intentions.

"... And then I said "I'm coming on your camera, mate". Never felt so stupid in my life". Y/N laughed at Charles' story and Max could feel his blood boil inside his veins. "But well, at least I wasn't the one who suggested to milk the goats on Goat Simulator". He added softly looking at George Russell, Y/N teammate, and making the girl giggle.

"Good to know you're funny, Leclerc, now you can make a career in stand-up when you finally fail making one in racing". Charles rolled his eyes and then smirked.

"Look at that, Mr. World Champion is scared of a little competition". Charles taunted him. "What is it, Verstappen? Afraid of me stealing the title this year?"

"Okay, enough of the testosterone battle". Y/N cut them off before Max could reply. "Neither of you got the bigger stick".

"Are you sure about that, Cherie?". Max was five second away from murder. The wink was like playing with fire, but Charles did it anyways. The championship wasn't the only thing he was stealing from Max that year. "Never say things like that without proof".

That same night, around 4 am, Max opened his hotel room to an extremely happy Y/N: "You won't guess who helped me break my celibacy streak". Well... he could guess.

By summer break Charles and Y/N were officially the paddock's favourite couple, for everyone except Max. He was furious about it, and Charles fighting him the championship so closely wasn't exactly helping. Even the fans could see how much Max resented the relationship between his known best friend and rival. Every podium, cool down room and interview that included the two was filled with drama. Petty comments, eyes rolling, arms crossed and even once, Max calling Charles an idiot. But what Max didn't want to admit was that the more he was forced to spend time with Charles, the more he started to like him. He was funny and Max found himself having to suppress a laugh at one of his jokes more than once. He was also extremely good at racing and that was something that Max liked, it was the first thing that made him fall for Y/N in the first place. Also, his best friend was constantly telling him how nice Charles was to her: romantic, loving, caring. And even if Max didn't like it, he could see that Charles actually cared about Y/N, he could see that Charles was in love with her. It broke his heart, it pained him like anything before. He thought he could take it, that he was mature enough to let her go and be happy for her. But he couldn't, so he decided to put some distance, to take care of himself and protect his heart.

The second part of the season was intense. Max won his second championship, but he had put so much distance between him and his best friend that she wasn't there to celebrate with him. She was at the Ferrari garage, hugging a defeated Charles and running her hands up and down his back. The monegasque had the prize that Max wanted the most and, suddenly, the award on his hands wasn't that important. Not when she was there, supporting him. It hurt to watch, her kissing Charles and hugging him tight. Charles smiling at her, nodding his head as he accepted her words of encouragement. She was probably giving him the same speech she gave Max when he first started in F1. "You're more than enough". "Your time will come". "You have what you need to be a champion". He could remember it like it was yesterday when she would ran her fingers through his hair, his head on her lap, softly crying, the ghost of another DNF haunting him. It always worked though, her mumbled sweet words, fixing his broken ego and shattered heart. No matter the distance, Max just couldn't let her go and now he had nothing, not even his best friend. Around Christmas he had come to the conclusion that the main reason why he hated Charles and Y/N's relationship so much was because he didn't know if he wanted to be her to date Charles or be Charles to date her. He liked them both, and if learning he was bi was shocking back in his teenage years, addressing the fact that he liked two people at the same time was even more. So he did what he did best when it was off season, he got drunk. Shit-faced drunk, so wasted that he couldn't remember his own home address.

The red door in front of him was familiar and for a moment he wondered if he actually made it home. That door made him feel home, somehow. He knocked on the door a few times. His head was spinning and thinking hurt his brain. The door swung open, his best friend was looking up at him worried from the other side of it. He didn't think it through, he just grabbed her face and smashed his lips on hers. For a moment, he thought he could feel her kiss back, but as quick as the kiss started, it ended. With a mumbled "You don't know what you're doing" and sad expression on her face, Y/N led him inside and dropped him on the couch. Charles was sitting there, without a shirt and looking at him with a pissed off expression. Max had lost whatever self control he had and the words just started pouring out of his mouth like a river.

"What are you looking at, Leclerc?". He asked, words slurred.

"You just kissed my girlfriend". Charles knew it was pointless to argue with Max on that state, but he was as angry as his face showed.

"Deal with it". Max rested his head on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. "And put on a shirt, for fuck's sake, or I'm kissing you too".

For Max, there weren't many feelings worse than a hungover. It was easily on his top 5, along with heartbreak, losing at basically anything, visiting his father and eating tuna, not in that specific order. He did the best he could to look around but the sunlight was burning his eyes off, figuratively, but he felt it literally. The feeling of the furniture underneath him was oddly familiar and the smell in the air was definitely Y/N's. For a moment, he closed his eyes and decided to go back to sleep, satisfied with the feeling of being home. Suddenly, he remembered that he shouldn't be there. Sitting straight up, he found himself ready to throw up from the sudden movement. He took a look at his surroundings, Y/N's home was different from when he last remembered, a few months back. A lot of Ferrari merchandizing adorned the living room and a few framed pictures on the walls showed Charles' smiling face. Max felt the pain in his chest when he noticed that she still had up all of their pictures together. He was the most horrible friend on Earth, she loved him and he pushed her away. A picture in particular caught his attention, it was a podium from the first half of the season, in Silverstone. The three of them got into the podium on that occasion and Max had agreed to take the picture without much drama. Y/N was in the middle and both Max and Charles had their arms around her waist. They all looked genuinely happy. Max couldn't help but feel like he messed everything up, he was the only one to blame for that being the only picture they all had together. The only one, and Y/N had it hanging on her living room like it was a moment as cherished as the other life changing moments hanging on those walls. He couldn't take it anymore, he had to get out of that house. He picked up his phone and wallet from the coffee table, but his keys were nowhere to be found. He searched the whole living room desperately for almost fifteen minutes.

"You're awake". Max stopped moving at the voice of Charles ringing through the air, deep and raspy from sleep. The dutch was currently kneeled in front of the couch, trying to see if his keys were underneath it, and his back was facing Charles. He took a deep breath before he stood up and faced him.

"Yeah...". Was the only thing that Max could manage. He wanted to spit a mean comment, say something sassy enough for Charles to go away, but after seeing all of the monegasque's belongings so naturally laying around the house he didn't have the heart to disrespect him in what was undoubtedly his home.

"You had quite the night last night". Charles walked further into the living room, looking at Max with a puzzled gaze. "Do you remember anything from it?"

"Well, the last clear memory is downing something that tasted awful". Max scrunched his face remembering the taste.

"You came here around 4 in the morning-". Charles stopped talking suddenly. His tone insinuated that he had planned to say more, but he backed out last minute. He was visibly tense.

"I'm sorry". It was the first time Max had ever apologized to Charles in over ten years knowing each other.

"For how long had you liked Y/N?". To say that Max was taken aback by the question would be an understatement. His hungover head tried to think of an excuse, something that could spear him from admitting the truth. Charles could practically see the gears turning inside his head. "Don't bother lying. We know".

"We?". Max was pretty pale, but he managed to get paler.

"Listen". Charles relaxed a bit, moving closer to the couch. "You may don't believe this, but I actually like you, Max. I know that we don't have the best relationship, I'm willing to meet you half way, but I can't do that if you're not honest".

"There's no point in that anymore". Max admitted plopping himself on the couch. "She hates me. I'm the last threat to your relationship, Charles".

"She doesn't hate you. She loves you. Which is kind of awkward because she's my girlfriend". Charles sat next to Max on the couch, the other looking at him with a confused expression. "You kissed her last night".

"Fuck". Max hid his face on his hands. "I'm so sorry, Charles". Twice in less than 30 minutes?

"She kissed you back". There was this tension between them, neither knew what to do with the conversation. "We talked about it when we went to bed". Charles shifted on the couch. "It was an interesting conversation though. We freely left out some things we were hiding". Max sat straighter and looked at Charles, trying to show him that he was actively listening. "Like the fact that we both have had a crush on you for ages". That was something unexpected. "I know that I hasn't been the kindest guy to you through the years, and this doesn't excuse it, but it was really confusing when all of this started happening and I wasn't sure of what to do with it". Max remained silent. "You can say something, you know?"

"I don't know what to say". Max was perplexed. "I guess I just have so much to say that I don't know where to start".

"Morning". Y/N's voice softly entered their charged atmosphere. She walked to the couch and sat down, reading their conversation on their faces. "Are we talking about it right now?"

"I hope you don't mind, but we started without you, mon amour". Charles grabbed her hand and lightly squeezed it.

"I don't mind". She sighed deeply. "Max, we've talked and we want to propose you something". Max nodded his head. "We both really like you, like really like you-"

"Already went through that, amour, he's still processing it". Charles chuckled.

"Oh, okay. To the point then?". She asked mostly to herself. "We know that this is kind of weird and you may not be into it, Charles himself is still working on the idea, but we'd like to know if you'll be interested into adding yourself to this". She pointed between herself and Charles. Max kept quiet.

They waited patiently for Max to gather his thoughts, they knew that it was a lot to take in and they weren't aware of his crush on Charles, so there was also this fear of him not liking Charles back. They spent the night talking, went through all the options: ignore it, break up, take some time, open the relationship, and lastly, they ended up with the only option that made them happy. They both liked Max, they both wanted to be with him, but they loved each other and hated the idea of breaking up so one of them could date Max. Charles had a few contradictions with the idea, he was too wired into monogamy and found the idea uncomfortable, but at the same time he felt like it was the right choice, the one that could make him feel complete. He still had a lot to think about but he wanted to give it a try. Y/N was more open to the concept, she was more in touch with her feelings and less into monogamy than Charles.

"I have been in love with you for so long". Max said softly out of the blue. His eyes met Y/N's when she looked at him. "You have no idea. No idea how much I dreamt about you saying that back to me". He clicked his tongue. "Do you remember when I was 16 and I told you that I saw a guy and felt weird?". Y/N nodded her head. Of course she remembered when he first came out to her. "It was Charles. We had had the most intense race ever, I was just so pumped up, the adrenaline so high. And he took off his helmet and all I could think about was punching his face and then kiss it". Chales, who had been looking at his lap since Max confessed his love for Y/N, looked up at Max.

"For that long?". Charles asked. Max nodded.

"It was my bi awakening". The three of them laughed softly. The air became lighter around them.

"I always thought it was Pierre, you know?". Y/N told Max.

"Oh God, no! I mean I love Pierre, but c'mon, you both are more my type". Max said with more confidence.

"Does that mean that you're in?". Charles asked. Max looked between him and Y/N a few times and then smiled wide.

"Yeah, I'm in".

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Okay! So, this is the beginning of the relationship. remember that none of these stories are published in chronological order. They are just short stories about different situations those three went though. I hope you like it!

#charles leclerc imagine #max verstappen imagine #lestappen x reader #lestappen imagine #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc one shot #charles leclerc imagines #max verstappen x reader #max vestappen one shot #lestappen fic

365 notes · View notes

mewshuuartblog · 1 year ago

Text

i been wanting to do this for months and finally motivated my lazy ass to do it lol

anyway more bio stuff under cut!

i have 3 different 'yuu's that i alternate through might have noticed that in my comics though i tend to draw sour!miu a little more just because she has a 'idgaf' attitude which makes hilarious situations.

All

all version of miu are ambidextrous, meaning they write with both hands. sour tends to write more with her left hand.

all three prefer to eat meat but only sourmiu and miu highly prefers meat. sweet miu will eat anything aslong as its good.

all three have the same coffin icon [as seen above] wonder wat that means lol

when asked about their home land they often say its much much hotter than the scolding sands.

Sour Miu

sour miu has a strong 'i dont give a fuck' attitude and a deathglare thatll make your blood run cold.

she dosent really care that she got teleported to twisted wonderland, so she has no true desire to find a way home.

though she appears very cold, she loves grim after spending so much time with him. she also loves lucius. whether or not this mean she likes cats is unclear.

this isnt to say she dosent likes the main cast, she just prefers grim more.

her favorite hobby is spying on kids around NRC. no one knows how she does it without getting caught. not even rook

[18+] its implied that she moonlights as a 'study partner' around campus late at night. this is because crowley dosent give her enough money to last a full month, so she finds other means to obtain money. there is also other reasons why she does this but refuses to tell, however, it seems crowley is fully aware of her 'study partner' gig and is scared/refuses to stop her????

another side hobby of hers is tormenting crowley, grim also enjoys this activity.

when asked about her age she purposefully gives wrong answers. its implied shes old, but no one knows how old she is.

has an incredible sense of smell

Sweet Miu

sweet miu is similar to sour, but is waaaaaaay nicer lol

sweet miu also moonlights as a study partner, but she actual helps students who struggle in their classes. kalim frequently meets her in the library with other students late at night. this is a side gig she does get paid for and is seen as a better alternative to azul [which he loaths]

she loves to cook and has been asked by malleus on more than one occasion to help lilia [you already know how well that went without me having to tell you]

much like sourmiu, she doesn't have a real desire to go back home.

is the only one out of the 3 miu's who actually has an age, 17.

has a huge crush on azul despite his shady business practice.

in the boardgame club, she loves games of chance, cause she sucks at strategy games and often loses to azul and idia.

Miu

miu is kinda just regular, shares similar stuff to sourmiu but acts much more normal lol.

literally fell head over hills in love with malleus at first sight.

she called malleus 'horton' up till the song and dance competition. she now calls him by his real name. [with the exception of 'mal' or 'malmal']

often has to bail ace, deuce and grim out of trouble.

in the beginning, miu did wish to go home, but as time went on she came to love her friends, malleus and grim especially, and had mixed feeling on what she wanted.

for some reason, when asked about her age she keeps forgetting what she said. its become a running gag that she cant remember her age. though this has become highly suspicious.

she loves to make her own clothes and has actually created her own wardrobe along with grims herself.

has no idea what a 'herbivore' is

is deathly afraid of vegetables

#twst #twst oc #mew art #need this so i can keep my own shit together lol

11 notes · View notes

prurientpuddlejumper · 2 years ago

Text

Through the bars, part 2

<- Part 1 | Part 3 ->

Laura Kearney x Travis Hackett

Summary: Laura begs Travis for sex, even though her motives for it are questionable.

Warnings: NSFW/18+ only! Dubious consent (prisoner seducing captor), Dom/sub vibes, oral sex, p in v sex, unsafe sex (to the point of almost being breeding kink), cuckolding/cheating, just overall super questionable situation

Tagging: @merakiaes (I would ask who else wants to be tagged for Travis x Laura fics but this is prooobably the last chapter?)

3,328 words

Max slept long and deep the next morning, exhausted by the change, and he kept sleeping soundly even when Travis – Sheriff Hackett – brought breakfast down. You were lying awake on your cot, untangling the information overload from last night. He stared at you intently with those dark eyes, as if trying to determine something. His lids rode heavily down his eyes, his entire bearing weathered with exhaustion from the long night.

“What?” you snapped before your cheeks got any hotter.

He lowered the tray of food to the floor, slid it under the bars, and left without saying anything.

“Weirdo.”

A half-hour later came the familiar clicking of his shoes back down the stairs to retrieve the tray. It was routine after a month of imprisonment, usually done in cold silence. This morning, he gave a friendly smile as he took it. Then frowned and nodded gravely as he turned to leave.

Then he pivoted on his heel, and with a voice softened by nervous energy, asked, “Do you want to shower?”

If you had been drinking coffee, it would have sprayed out your mouth.

Not that he didn’t normally let you shower, but the way he asked… He had no idea how to act around you anymore. Which, granted, was confusing for you, too, at this point. Were you enemies? Allies? Lovers? But you delighted in the rare occasions when he got flustered, perhaps because only one thing seemed to faze him.

“I see,” you purred, letting your hips swing like a pendulum as you took a few steps toward the bars. Your fingers popped loose a button on your shirt. “You want to see me naked, that it?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. “What?”

“That pat-down you gave me last night…. You wanted to keep going, didn’t you? Wanted to fuck me...”

“That wasn’t—just so you can clean the blood off—you don’t…” his flustered rambling trailed off. “Oh.”

You suddenly stood straighter.

A smug smile tugged the curve of his lips. “You were thinking about it.”

How dare he read you like a book? “N-no!” You definitely weren’t imagining his hands and what they could do to you all night. He was supposed to be wrapped around your finger, dammit! “It’s just…” you resumed your coquettish act, “now would be the perfect time to fuck me, while Max is sleeping it off.”

A frown darkened his features. “Max, your boyfriend,” he arched an accusing brow.

“Yeah. Kind of. I guess.” You fixed him with a glare. “He isn’t much of my anything right now since you locked us in separate cells. I have needs.” Now it was your turn to arch a brow. “Why? Are you jealous?”

He looked away, ears flushing a ridiculous shade of pink that all his grumpiness couldn’t stop from showing. You had fully opened your shirt and leaned close to the bars, drawing a lithe finger over a pink nipple until it stood erect, inviting him to touch. His eyes were drawn to it involuntarily, then darted away in bitter self-restraint.

“You’re just trying to get me to drop my guard. Don’t think just because I fell for your...” He swallowed, looking aroused and vaguely disgusted with himself. “If you think seducing me will help you get out of here, forget it.”

“You can’t blame a girl for trying. We’re your prisoners.” You cocked out a hip in a defiant pose, maintaining the sensual pout on your lips.

Something collapsed in his features. His lip curled in anger, then fell, and he took a step backward. You watched as part of him broke at the realization that he had been a creep, taking advantage of someone he had drugged and confined in a cell who would do anything it took to survive. Which… was true. But he looked so devastated that a pang of sympathy ripped through your heart.

“Hey. Come on. I didn’t mean…”

He shook his head. “The only reason you let me touch you was desperation to escape.”

“That’s not the only reason. Come on. Max is asleep. Do you want me to beg?”

His head shot up. He glanced over your naked chest and flushed skin, and noticed your eyes were dilated. A sly expression crept over his features. “Yes,” he said. “I want you to beg.”

“Seriously?”

He strode slowly up to the bars until his face was inches from yours. Instead of focusing on your breasts like a slobbering, needy dog, as you’d come to expect, he stared steadily into your eyes. “You want me to fuck you? Beg me for it. Tell me exactly how much you want me, and I will consider it.”

It was difficult not to blink in the intensity of that stare so close to your face, but you wouldn’t let him think he’d won. You locked onto his eyes like two bucks locking antlers, forcing your voice to steady. “Fine. I haven’t gotten any in a month, and I’d really like you to fuck me. Ok?”

“Not good enough.”

You growled in frustration. “Please? I want you. Would you please fuck me?”

“Would you please fuck me…?” he said in a leading tone.

“Would you please fuck me, sheriff? Sir?” You didn’t hide your sarcastic sigh.

He hummed with satisfaction anyway. “That’s the most polite you’ve ever been. Suits you.”

“I was very polite when you interrogated me, fuckface!”

His eyes narrowed and he flinched reflexively at the insult, but after a second, he softened into a low chuckle. “You do a shit job at begging. Hows about I come back later?” He pretended he was going to walk away, and you were desperate enough to take the bait and call out to stop him.

“I’m sorry, sheriff,” you pouted. “Please? I’d really like you to stay and…” You bit your lip, glancing down at the obscene tent between his legs.

He smirked triumphantly. “Alright. You win.”

It seemed very much like he was winning, but you were so fucking horny and desperate to feel him that you left out the sarcastic retort.

“Hands through the bars.”

“Are you kidding?!”

“Hey. This doesn’t mean I trust you. Cuffs or nothing.”

You growled in annoyance but dutifully presented your hands for him to cuff together. Cold metal bit into your wrists – they were on securely.

“Take your pants off and kneel on the bed, facing the wall.”

“You already cuffed me!” you complained.

His only response was silence and a pitiless gaze. Eventually, you gave a resigned huff, and began awkwardly working down your pants, trying not to think of how much he was enjoying your humiliation.

You crawled onto the thin prison cot, knees shoulder-width apart, and lowered yourself onto your elbows, showing him your ass and pussy on full display. You tried not to think about how helpless you would be when he came into the cell to fuck you, handcuffed and in this submissive pose. You swallowed hard, beads of sweat starting to prick your forehead. A throb of pain jabbed through your bloodied eye socket and you winced, wondering why you were asking for more punishment.

Did you really think doing this was going to help you escape?

Of course you did. If you started having sex with him, there was no way he’d keep you locked up forever. If you kept giving yourself to him willingly, it would begin to feel like a real relationship… then he would have to give you your freedom. He would have to help you, and in turn, let you help Max. Imagine cuddling together after the act, so affectionate and comfortable that he fell asleep in your arms. You could take his keys and gun easily, then.

The cell door squealed open on rusty hinges, and you heard his footsteps enter. He stood behind you silently for one moment, then two. The sound of a zipper opening. More silence. It felt like forever that he was standing behind you, breathing. You almost snarled something impatiently at him, but found your throat too tight for banter.

It was an eternity, not knowing what he was going to do. How rough he might be. You had made yourself utterly powerless to a man driven so mad by lust he couldn’t control himself – who had stopped listening to his rational inner cop that told him this was a trap, or at best, wildly unethical. But you thought about how he made you beg for it, and something warmed in your chest, unbidden. He didn’t want to force you into anything. He was afraid enough that you didn’t want it – that you were using him. Which you were.

Then he knelt, and his hot breath tickled your inner thigh. The fine hairs stood on end. One large hand gripped above your knee and spread your legs wider. You flinched in surprise at the touch, letting out a soft whimper as the heat of his breath grew closer. He inhaled slowly and deeply, then let it out over the next few seconds.

Your cheeks felt hot as blood. Was he sniffing you?

“H-hey, what are you—”

His tongue darted out, and your back arched with a soft, startled yelp. His tongue glided deftly between your folds, parting them. You had expected him to shove his hard cock roughly inside you right away – that he would be too desperate to hold back once you’d given him the opportunity. He seemed like the type to savor exerting power over someone helpless, you thought, cynically. But even now, he was bruising his own knees on the concrete floor to pleasure you.

He let out an obscene, hungry whimper as he leaned forward again, tongue sliding over your throbbing flesh, his vocalizations deepening as the taste of your arousal coated his tongue. He licked a stripe up to your clit and teased it for a while, making you fight to keep from crying out again, then slipped it down into your pussy, probing in as far as he could reach, stretching your entrance open. He continued alternating fucking you with his slithering tongue, then withdrawing it to return to your clit, coated with your slick.

The sensation was too much as his tongue played back and forth over the throbbing bud – this time, a cry burst from your lips, and you fell forward onto the stinking mattress, burying your face in the cushion. Max would hear. Please stay asleep, you prayed. Don’t wake up. But a devious, sadistic part of you didn’t really care. Somehow the thought of him listening, burning with jealousy and lonely need, only made the throb between your legs pulsate harder and hotter.

You moved your hips to increase the friction from Travis’s tongue. He dipped his tongue into your cunt again, and you whined. It felt good, but nothing like the explosion of sensation when he was lapping at your clit. He switched again, a few times more, and each time he returned to your clit you gave a desperate cry of pleasure and relief, gyrating your hips eagerly. He was relatively quick to catch on to your signals. Just before you were about to husk a breathy order, he began focusing all of his attention on your clit, circling it with his tongue like a wolf circling its prey.

The jail was filled with his lewd slurping, which drowned out everything else. Underneath it, you could swear you heard a grumbling, miserable voice coming from the next cell, but it might have just been your imagination. Travis tilted his head beneath you to get a better angle, closed his lips around your entire clit, and sucked as vigorously as he had sucked your tits. Your mind went blank.

“Fuck, yesss,” you breathed out, panting and thick with lust as your hips bucked and your thighs tried to close around his face to hold him against your sweet spot. “Yes – oh god, please!”

He groaned into you, and you thought he must have had some snide, smug comment on his tongue, but it was occupied and wouldn’t be diverted from its task. He sucked harder, letting out muffled noises of gratitude and hunger, his tongue flicking over your swollen, aching bud. The relentless suction drove the pitch of your pleasure to unbearable heights as it increased your sensitivity, and his tongue wouldn’t stop. Wouldn’t… stop… Oh god. You gasped over and over, each breath coming out a sob. Then with one wracking wail, your thoughts blanked, your vision whited out, the dirty prison cot disappeared, and you were just floating for what felt like an eternity and yet no time at all. The next thing you remembered, you were bucking your hips wildly into Sheriff Hackett’s mouth, crying out loud and unrestrained for more – more! Don’t stop!

You didn’t have time to kick yourself for being so pathetic. He was on you before your inner walls had finished the aftershocks of their convulsions, his hard cock burning against your twitching entrance. He rubbed it through your slit a few times, bathing it in your slickness, drawing out new moans when it nudged your overworked clit. Then he drew back, his hips slammed forward, and he was inside you with a single, ruthless thrust, groaning as he bottomed out.

“Fuck!” You shouted in a mix of pleasure, pain, and surprise. So much for him being gentle. He was fucking you now – exploiting his power to use your body without any concern for your comfort, just as you thought he would from the start.

Except you were so wet, your pussy so eager for him, that his sudden entrance met only the slightest resistance, the stretch only painful to the degree that highlighted and enhanced the pleasure. Or maybe it was all pleasure, and you had just expected pain. You were usually the one in control with Max, and surrendering it was odd. Odd, but sort of… intoxicating.

Your dazzled brain couldn’t distinguish pain from pleasure, right from wrong anymore. You kept crying out, moaning and sobbing, with each thrust of his hips. He hung on to you, slapping his bony hips against the round of your ass in a perverse symphony of slapping and squelching and lurid vocals, accompanied by the rhythmic jangling of keys. He never took off his belt, and the gun’s holster prodded your side on particularly deep thrusts. Long fingers marked your hips, leaving bruises where they dug deep into your flesh, using them like handles to pull himself against you.

His breath came harder and more ragged with each thrust until his stoic silence broke, and he was murmuring in shaky whispers. Nonsense at first, just garbled swears and apologies, but then he leaned over your back and was panting in your ear, “Shit… you feel so good… Please, please, I need to touch you… need to feel you…”

His hands wandered up your body, slipping under your shirt, trailing over your torso, and lingering as they reached your breasts. You worried your lower lip between your teeth as your body responded to his touch, the now-familiar pleasure of his fingers teasing your nipples. Arousal dripped down your sopping wet thighs, and you felt him shudder inside you.

“What am I doing?” he gasped in a sudden crisis of guilt, though you noted that his hips never faltered in their desperate rhythm. “Fuck, what am I…” he groaned, palms kneading your breasts. His head bowed, breath hot and broken in your ear. “I’m sorry. Fuck…Fuck!” His teeth clamped down on your shoulder hard enough that, had you taken your shirt off, it would have drawn blood, and the rest of his words devolved into guttural moaning. His hips frenzied, snapped against your ass once more with a ringing slap, and then went still. He gasped at once, pulling his cock from you in time to spatter your thighs with several drops of sticky white seed, the remains of his ejaculation, which had been spent mostly inside you.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered.

Normally you were on birth control and wouldn’t have worried much. But you hadn’t been taking your pills since you were… you know… in captivity.

Fuck.

Warm cum dribbled out of you slowly. You bit down the urge to scream, “You fucking idiot!” (This was all to get him on your side, remember?) A shudder of panic twisted your stomach, mixed with a concerning amount of pride. The plan was still going smoothly. If you were pregnant with his child… he would definitely let you go then.

He remained bowed over you for a few long moments, whispering, “Sorry… Oh god, I’m sorry,” until his breath began to hitch. His hands caressed over your belly, tender and possessive, for a brief moment, and you knew he was thinking about it, too. He concealed a sniffle in a deep inhale, then rose quickly, leaving you feeling horribly alone. He backed out of the cell, and the sound of the key clicking in the lock hit you harder than you could have imagined.

You turned in time to see him wipe off his cock with a handkerchief and tuck himself back into his uniform pants. All the detached, annoyed-cop professionalism was back in his manner.

“Are you at least going to let me fucking shower?”

He stared at you, outwardly calm, but with quiet desperation building in his eyes. His jaw tensed. A flash of tongue darted out to moisten his lips. “Yeah,” he croaked. “Clean yourself up.”

“Christ.” You shook your head, not allowing yourself to snarl in anger or to let him see the tears pricking at the back of your eyes over how quickly his warmth toward you had evaporated. “There must be a pharmacy in town, yeah? Just buy some Plan B; it’s not that hard.”

You could see the gears in his head turning, and he nodded finally.

When he returned you to your cell after an unmolested shower, he muttered a promise of getting your pills from the pharmacy. You listened to his footsteps retreating, following their path in the mental map of the station you had plotted out in your mind over the last four weeks, until they reached the front door and silence fell. The cot creaked a complaint beneath you as your weight slumped onto it.

Max’s voice calling out from the next cell was the last thing you wanted to hear at that moment.

“Did – did he say Plan B? Laura… what the fuck?”

“Max, I—”

“What the hell did he do to you?!” Fury shook his voice, which sounded cartoonishly small in the hollow acoustics of the cells.

“I’m sorry. I’m doing whatever it takes to get us—”

“You’re letting that guy rape you! Please, don’t... don’t you dare say it’s for us. Please. There’s gotta be another way.”

“I don’t care if you don’t understand! Ok? I got us into this; I’m going to get us out. I can fix this. I don’t care if you hate me. I can save you.”

“Fuck, Laura!” he shrieked. “No! Not like this. That sleazy cop pervert will not get away with putting his hands on you. No. I’m not going to let you be raped so you can save me!”

“JUST SHUT UP, MAX!” You were trembling at the force of your scream, heart racing. The jail fell silent, ringing in the echo.

“Ok,” he said softly, after a time. It sounded like he was coaxing a fragile bird with a broken wing. “Ok. I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about it if you’re not ready. Just… I’m here. I’m right here if you need me. If you need to talk about it. Since that’s about all I can do,” he finished bitterly, raging against his impotence, his inability to protect you. Ragged, unsteady breathing began to emanate from his cell, which you recognized as silent sobbing.

Your face was wet with tears, half of them stinging with blood.

That’s not the problem, Max… you thought with a shudder. I just can’t stand to hear you talk about him that way.

Oh fuck. You weren’t supposed to be getting protective and emotional over him. He was just some dirty, perverted cop, and you were just exploiting his weakness. You were in control. You were supposed to be in control.

Then why were you the one begging him to touch you? And why couldn’t you get the gentleness of his calloused hands or the smoky scent of coffee and Jim Beam out of your mind? Why did it feel so good to see his defenses crumble, and why did it hurt so deeply when he made it clear how little he cared about you beyond sex?

Oh fuck.

Your plan to seduce Travis Hackett was royally backfiring.

#travis hackett x reader #travis hackett x laura kearney #travislaura #my writing

131 notes · View notes

beaskaa · 3 years ago

Note

Yoooo! Your axolotl!dream design is really cool 😄 I'm really looking forward to the other part(s) to be drawn!

I think it's a really clever design and headcanon - you can even tie the staying hydrated part back into the lore, because Dream jumped into the cauldron a lot when he was visited to "splash."

Feel free to disregard, but if you want some angst ideas:

- the harsh conditions of the cell cause Dream to start shedding his slime coat = he looks really patchy and his skin starts to get messed up since he can't get back to the correct conditions to regrow/renew the coat

(which you are already kinda doing with the melty look in the last panel of the recent comic)

- axolotls are supposed to be in cool/almost cold water, so the heat from the lava causes major problems not just to his skin, but heats up the water he has access to and causes problems that way as well (can't cool down at all, everything and everywhere is warm/hot)

- axolotls have also been reported to have eaten their shed slime coats... and potatoes (any vegetable) aren't a food source for axolotls, since they are predators and don't really have teeth/can't chew their prey... mild body-horror elements? If you're comfortable with that -- since it's Minecraft Logic™️ and your version of Dream is a hybrid, maybe the diet restrictions change a bit?

Info from: https://axolotlnerd.com/axolotls-shed-skin/

"(...) they will shed their slime coat, not their skin. And that is an indicator that there is something wrong with the water or the conditions in the tank."

"Other tank mates might cause a lot of stress for your axolotl. As they are relatively territorial beings (...)"

High stress = "(...) will result in them not eating, hiding a lot, and shedding their slime coat."

"Axolotls aren’t supposed to shed naturally, and it only happens when there is something off with the water, or if the stress levels are too high."

"(...) look for other signals of distress, which might include unwillingness to eat, apathy or lethargy, unusual behavior, floating in the water, and the overall unwell feeling."

Got a bit excited on the info dump, but maybe some of it will be useful?

Have a great morning/noon/night! 😄

Omg Yes

I love this ask so much. I know little about axolotls, and even if I try to read about them, I’m still very limited, so asks like this are a god blessing. There was a lot of information that I didn’t know! And you even mentioned your source *bless you*

First at all, thank you for pointing out that lore bit, I didn’t make the connection before, so that make me delighted to see canon elements working with that headcanon.

Considering your angsty ideas:

the harsh conditions of the cell cause Dream to start shedding his slime coat

Great point, I will 100% adopt that. A visible consequence of the living hell that is his cell. I did some google research to see what an axolotl shedding looks like (and poor little creature) so I can see how I can incorporate that in the future.

Now I wonder how that must feel to hug Axolotl!Dream. He must be slightly slippery and gooey

The heat from the lava causes major problems not just to his skin, but heats up the water he has access to and causes problems that way as well

Yeah, that make sense! Even if he can avoid drying out, he’ll still be in a constant state of hyperthermia, that will lead to healths problems (sleepless, uneasiness, lose of appetite, headache…) . With time, I see his organism adapt to the hotter habitat and he will be slowly getting better (but surely with lifelong consequences).

axolotls have also been reported to have eaten their shed slime coats... and potatoes (any vegetable) aren't a food source for axolotls, since they are predators and don't really have teeth/can't chew their prey... mild body-horror elements?

I feel fine with drawing that (him eating his own flesh pog), but can’t say if I will, I’m not inspired at the moment! You raise a good point about his diet. Hum… I think he does have teeth (from his human side, maybe retractable teeth like toothless from « how to train your dragon »? That could be cool) and have an omnivore diet (with a preference for seafood, he could last with only eating fish). So clearly having to eat only potato is less than optimal (as for everyone actually) so he definitely grow sick and weak because of them too. That would lead to Prison axolotl!Dream being pretty underweight :(

Btw that how I see his character, but I fine with other interpretation !

Also I want to point the « relatively territorial beings » it work well to explain Axolotl!Dream drives to destroy L’Manberg

« Look for other signals of distress, which might include unwillingness to eat, apathy or lethargy, unusual behavior, floating in the water, and the overall unwell feeling." THE ANGST it’s perfect.

Thank you so much for taking the time of writing this, it was really useful and clever! You definitely give me ideas and boost my motivation <3

#I’m sorry for any mistakes in my English #ask reply #axolotl #axolotl dream #axolotl hybrid dream #headcanon #tk you

137 notes · View notes

nagito-kissmaeda · 4 years ago

Text

Horny on Main Disease - Komaeda x Reader

Summary: Reader catches a strain of the despair disease that means she says everything she is thinking. Kind of awkward considering all she can think about is how much she wants to jump Komaeda's bones. This is intended to be sort of funny, but i still wrote it pretty seriously, just want to make it clear that i did not half ass the smut. i whole assed it.

Word count: 4444 Contains: fem reader, they/them pronouns, despair disease, explict sexual content, unsafe sex, voyeurism Read on AO3 ミ☆ Please send me a DM or an ask if you’d like me to write something for you!

It’s not even a particularly hot day, and yet you’re sweating bullets as you walk over to the dining hall like you do every morning. Your legs are wobbly and your head is aching something terrible, you assume that you’ve caught a cold or something , whatever the problem is, it’s going to be a question for Tsumiki when you meet up with her at breakfast.

Kuzuryu is standing out by the pool, pensively staring into the still water. He probably misses Pekoyama, but you’re smart enough to know not to-

“Hey, Kuzuryu! I bet you miss your dead girlfriend, huh?”

He just stares at you, and it takes a good few seconds for you to even realise what you just said out loud. You clap a hand over your mouth, horrified.

“I don’t know why I said that!” You squeak

Kuzuryu doesn’t look...angry? He shakes his head at you and sighs, “you’re acting weird today too, aren’t you?”

“What? Weird? Who’s weird?”

“Owari was here a few minutes ago, bawling her eyes out on the ground.” He crosses his arms and looks away from you, “I think the bear is planning something again.”

You nod sternly, “anyone with tits as big as Owari has nothing to cry about! Something is definitely suspicious.”

Oh god why did you say that??

“Oh god, why did I say that??”

You just keep saying everything you’re thinking!

“I just keep saying everything I’m-“

Kuzuryu grabs you by the wrist and starts tugging you towards the dining hall, “something is definitely fucked up.” He looks down at where his hand is gripping yours, “Jesus Christ, your skin is on fire!”

“Yeah, cause I’m hot !” That was already an embarrassing thing to say, you are horrified when your mouth drops open again to follow it up with, “bow-chicka-wow-wow!”

There is definitely something wrong with you. In general you are the sort of person who takes the time to carefully curate every word that leaves your mouth, the fact that you are just speaking without even thinking about it is bizarre and alarming. The ache in your head is also steadily growing stronger and you’re starting to feel dizzy, maybe you’re just delirious with flu? It doesn't make sense for you to catch the flu on an abandoned island, but weirder things have happened already.

It is at this moment that you realise you have been (only semi-coherently) mumbling your full internal tirade outloud to Kuzuryu, who is now helping you up the stairs to the dining hall. He has very diplomatically, been either ignoring, or at least pretending to ignore everything you have been saying.

“You’re nice. Probably the politest yakuza i’ve ever met.” you pause, “I’ve never met another yakuza, i'm not sure why i said it like that.”

Kuzuryu scoffs and tugs you up at the last step. Deigning to give your comment any sort of response.

As you step up onto the dining hall landing, you freeze. This is dangerous. Your nails are biting into the skin of your palms, and your already warm face feels even hotter. Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think about him. Kuzuryu is giving you a look, you must be verbalising your own mental gymnastics, but that is less embarrassing than the alternative.

“Don't look at him, don't think about him, don't look at him, don't think-”

You look up, like an idiot . Komaeda is sitting by the window with his chin in his palm, just sort of staring off into the middle distance, not really looking at anything. The morning sun cascades through the window and catches in his hair. It shimmers. Your heart twists and turns in your chest, you have been trying to keep this little fascination of yours under wraps, but he slowly closes his eyes and takes a deep breath in through his nose and-

“He looks like an angel .” You say, and you say it loudly.

All eyes in the room turn to you. Hinata especially is looking at you with his particular brand of exhaustion, that says this is not the first weird thing he has heard today. You scramble, trying desperately to think about anything other than Komaeda, to stop yourself from saying anything stupid. In your desperation, what you say is: “Yes hello! I was talking about anyone in this room apart from Komaeda. Please do not be confused, it was not Komaeda. I want to make it crystal clear that i am NOT attracted to Nagito Komaeda. This is a very convincing lie and you all believe me!”

Mioda straightens her spine and salutes you, “Roger! You are not attracted to Komaeda, I believe you!”

Your sweating even more now, it’s getting hard to breathe, “Forget I said anything!”

Mioda salutes again, “Consider it forgotten!”

“What is happening?! ” Hinata exclaims, gesturing wildly to you, Mioda, and Owari who you suddenly notice is leaning against the far wall and sobbing, “This is not normal!”

Your eyes slip to Komaeda again. He is looking at you and he is blushing-

“He looks so...cute…” You whisper, and Hinata yelps.

“Why are you all being so weird???? ”

Monokuma takes that as his cue to finally show up. Waltzing on into the dining hall like he owns the place, clearly buzzing with excitement, “A good question!” He says, clamoring up onto a vacant chair and holding a paw in front of his face to hide his laughter, “ Oooh , this is my best motive yet! Looks like three members of the class have come down with a bad case of the despair disease!”

“D-Despair Disease?” Tsumiki contributes, nervously playing with her hands, “I’ve never heard of such a thing!”

“Yeah, well. It’s pretty self explanatory!” Monokuma says, “The main symptom is high fever, along with some other fun despair related effects! It’s a bit of a mixed bag though and no two cases are the same! For example, Moida is suffering from the Gullible Disease...Owari has the Cowards Disease.” Then, Monokuma points his stubby little paw in your direction, “And you have the No Filter Disease. You just say whatever you’re thinking! It’s been lots of fun so far, upupupupu~”

“Oh, does that mean all those things they were just saying about Komaeda were the truth?” Sonia says. Her brows draw together, and she taps her lips with a finger, “How interesting.”

“It’s not my fault he’s gorgeous!” the words escape you before you have a chance to stop them. You squeal and clap a hand over your mouth before you start talking again. Komaeda is now bright red to the tips of his ears.

“That was true? GROSS!” Saionji exclaims.

You glare at Monokuma, “If you wouldn't kill me for doing it, I'd rip out all your stuffing right now.”

Monokuma withers a little, “Aw~ Is that what you really feel? Here I was thinking we were great friends.”

“I’ll gut you like a fish.” you pause, “a bear-fish.” another pause, “a fish-bear.” You groan, “UGH, I can’t stop saying stupid things! I’m all sweaty! This sucks !”

Tsumiki steps over to you, her hand is shaking as she brings it up to your forehead.

“Oh…” you breathe, “your hand is cold.”

“S-Sorry! I’m just checking your temperature.”

“You smell like lavender.”

She recoils a little, “It’s j-just my shampoo!!'' Then she shakes her head and turns to the rest of the group, “Monokuma is telling the truth. They’ve got a fever.”

Hinata hurriedly presses his hand against the foreheads of both Owari and Moida, confirming that they’re also burning up, “What do we do, Tsumiki?”

Before she can answer, Monokuma pipes up again, “did I forget to mention? It’s contagious~~”

Saionji squeals and backpedals all the way to the stairs, “Contagious!?”

“Yeah and I'm a conta- genius . Get it?”

Souda gives you an uncomfortable look and scratches the back of his neck, “How much space in your brain is taken up by bad puns?”

You’re feeling really dizzy now, “A lot of it! But usually I don't say any of them!” your knees wobble and you almost fall over, luckily Tsumiki is still close enough to grab you before you topple to the ground, “I am going to kill that goddamn bear .”

“Could-could someone help me?” Tsumiki squeaks, “If i keep holding them up like this we-we’re just both going to fall over.”

You giggle a little, slipping into a semi-delirium as you cling to Tsumiki for dear life. Hinata and the others start working on a plan to keep everyone safe until the illness runs its course, “Hey Tsumiki…” you whisper, “Komaeda’s got real nice hands, huh?” she is too busy trying to keep you upright to answer, “I want him to carry me. Unless I'm too heavy, Tsumiki, am I too heavy?”

You’re all but draped over Tsumiki now, who is trying in vain to shuffle you over to a nearby wall, when you suddenly hear her sigh in relief, “Oh...Th-Thank you. I’m not very s-strong…”

You manage to flop your head around to face the other direction, lacking the strength to turn your neck properly. Komaeda is looking down at you, it might just be the fever, but you feel like you’re going to burst into flames.

“Aha, I’m sure i'm not much stronger than you, Tsumiki.” He says, gently wrapping his arm around your shoulders and tugging you over to him. You might have moaned, you can't be sure, “But I do have the height advantage.”

The utter tsunami that leaves your mouth is unavoidable. Literally medically unavoidable, but that doesn't stop it from being the most embarrassing moment of your life.

“He’s touching me. He’s touching me…” your head has come to rest on his chest and you are practically hyperventilating, “He smells like chamomile soap and clean laundry...His hands are cold, his shirt is soft...Oh god i'm so sweaty, he probably thinks i'm disgusting! Komaeda, i'm so sorry , this was meant to be a secret!!! I wasn't going to tell you, everyones gonna think I'm weird!” your thoughts are leaving your mouth faster than you can think of them, if Komaeda is reacting to anything you have to say, you don't notice because despite your mouth running a mile a minute you still have an ounce enough of shame and bury your face in his chest to hide from your own words.

The world is spinning, your head feels heavy, everything is so hot , “Your hair is nice, did you know your hair is nice? God, I've wanted to run my fingers through it since day one. This is so fucked up, you almost killed someone! I want to stop talking , i feel like i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out, i'm gonna pass out. Im gonna…”

***

“I think I passed out.” Is the first thing you say when you wake up. You’re still hot and the back of your neck is sweaty, but you can see that you are now in the hospital, and that you’re wearing a hospital gown.

“Who undressed me?!” You exclaim, disappointed to find that you still can’t help saying everything you think.

At the sound of your voice, the door to your room opens, and Komaeda steps in.

“No! Not you!”

He freezes, withering under your gaze, “Ah, I see. Being greeted by garbage like me in your current state, it must be insulting .”

You feel like an asshole .

“That’s not what I meant! Please don’t go, I never want you to go.”

Komaeda laughs a little, still lurking nervously in the doorway, “You’re confusing me.”

“I don’t want you to hear what I’m thinking. I want you to stay, but all I can think about is how much I want to suck on your collarbone.” You freeze the second you stop talking, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth as you hide your face in your hands, “I’m so sorry! I can’t stop it!”

Stepping further into the room, Komaeda quietly closes the door behind him. Your heart is pounding.

“I’m nervous.” You say.

He tilts his head, walking over to the side of your bed, “I can still leave if I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“No, I’m not uncomfortable.” You shrink under his gaze, “it just, the way you closed the door it makes me feel like you’re planning something, like maybe we’re going to have-“ you manage to cover your mouth before the rest of the sentence escapes. Keeping your hands tight over your lips as all you can think about is his long fingers, his soft hair, his half lidded eyes.

“Are you...still talking behind your hands?”

You nod.

A smile crawls up the side of his face, “are you saying something embarrassing?”

“I wanna stick my tongue in your mouth.” You say, loud enough that even the tight grip of your hands doesn’t muffle it.

Komaeda remains remarkably calm, “You keep saying those things. This disease...means you say whatever you’re thinking, doesn’t it?”

“Yes. It’s driving me crazy, I’m just being such an idiot and I’m probably freaking you out. I’m sorry.”

“No, that’s not it.” He sighs, moving slowly as he sits down on the side of your bed, “Honestly, why would you let such thoughts about scum like me take up so much real estate in your mind?”

“I can’t help it!” You exclaim, “I’ve been trying not to think about it, but I just can’t! I want you so badly. I…..I-“ you hold your breath, you can’t let that last part out, no matter what, you can’t say that last part. You’ll die of suffocation before you let him hear it.

“You...what?” He asks

Oh god. You can’t stop thinking about it. Your lungs are aching, screaming for you to just open your mouth.

“What are you hiding, hm?”

It’s too much. The nerves, your sick and weakened body, him right there . You can’t do it, you can’t stop it, the next time you see Monokuma, you are drop kicking him into the sun.

“I’ve touched myself while thinking about you!”

The words echo off the walls of the room like a gunshot.

For a moment Komaeda just stares at you, but then, his shaky hands reach out and wrap around both of your wrists. His throat bobs.

“Hng. I want to suck on the side of your neck, I want to see you covered in marks from my teeth-“ you try to cover your mouth with your hands again. Komaeda grips your wrists tighter.

“No.” He whispers, trembling, “keep going.”

“ God, your hands are so big. I want to know how deep your fingers would reach inside of me. I bet you’re good at it, I bet you’re really good at it.” He just keeps staring at you, ghostly green eyes blown wide, chest heaving , “Are you turned on? Is this turning you on? Just pin me down and fuck me, do it, do it, do it!”

“How...how often are you thinking about me like this?”

“Oh, all the time.” You freeze, mentally (and therefore also verbally) berating yourself, “Not all the time! Just like, a normal amount. However much that is.” He is still just looking at you, the pad of his thumb slowly brushes across the pulsepoint in your wrist and you shiver, “Yes, yes! I’ve wanted this intimacy with you for so long . I couldn't tell anyone, I couldn't tell you. During the first trial, when you went on your weirdo rant about hope and despair. I was scared, i was so scared, but oh god- ” you can't stop yourself. Every thought in your head is pouring out of your lips. Filling up the room, the mortification is drowning you . All you can do is squeeze your eyes shut to avoid looking at him, “I was wet , Komaeda. I went back to my cabin and came three times to the thought of you, I am reprehensible . What do you think the others would do if they found out, huh? That all i can think about is you fucking me over my trial podium. They’ll tie me up next-”

The bed squeaks, and Komaeda brings his knee up and over your hips.

“-Oh my god. You’re doing it aren't you?”

His other leg comes up on the bed, and he settles, hovering up above you. He shrugs, “I honestly don't understand why this is something you want,” he leans down over you, resting his palms on either side of your head, “but who am I to deny the wishes of an ultimate.”

If not for the warmth of his lips pressed against yours, you are sure that you wouldn't be able to shut up, based only on the number of thoughts tumbling through your head like they’re on a spin cycle. You are still sweaty with fever and probably look disgusting, but Komaeda shuffles down in between your legs and hikes your hospital gown up to your waist. So you are suitably distracted.

He laughs as he hooks his fingers around your panties and tugs them down your thighs, “I cant believe that you want scum like me to touch you like this. Usually I would assume that you are lying, or taking pity on me.” He grins, running a finger up the length of your sex, “But everything you say to me is your exact thoughts, isnt it?”

“Yes! Touch me, please! ” You’re quivering beneath him, barely able to breathe in between your frantic pleas, “You feel so good, you feel perfect . I want your fingers inside me so bad .”

He hisses as he slips his middle and ring finger inside of you, eyes glued to where your entrance is swallowing him up, “Ahaaa...you’re drenched . You really do want me don't you?” he pistons his fingers in and out slowly, slowly and deliberately, “Someone like you, desiring me so terribly. It’s such a waste , but i can't help it. I must be selfish and take this chance while i can.”

“Not a….waste....” You force out, helplessly grinding on his fingers, “Want you....want only you…”

“Oh- Ohhhh .” He moans, “I can feel you, squeezing around my fingers. You’re so wet...so warm…”

You hear a zipper coming undone, and your thoughts go into overdrive, “oh my god, oh my god. Komaeda’s going to jerk off in front of me, wanna watch, wanna watch! ”

His fingers still inside you for a moment as he tugs his boxers down far enough to slip out his cock. Your eyes follow the movement of his long fingers as he slowly curls them around the base, and tugs them up again, rolling the pad of his thumb over the head. His hips buck, and you moan.

“You...you’re tightening around my fingers…” he breathes, choking on a moan as he pumps his cock again, “you like watching me touch myself?” Your hips stutter, grinding your clit against the meat of his palm as he continues stroking himself. His eyes are wide as he watches you writhing beneath him.

“The face you make when you do that...it’s so cute.” You say, whining as his fingers start moving inside you again, “it’s even cuter than I imagined. Your cheeks are all red.” You swallow, “and your cock is so pretty...I want you to cum inside me, so bad .”

His breath hitches, “you want me to cum, inside you?” his cock is leaking with pre-cum now, painfully hard in his hand. His chest is heaving.

“Yes yes yes! ” You plead, “I want you, please! ”

“I don’t understand.” He breathes, and you whimper as his fingers slip out of you, “How could someone be so desperate for my pathetic seed?”

“Fill me up , Komaeda!” You exclaim, at this point you are long past embarrassed. The words leaving your mouth are the absolute truth and there is no way you can deny them.

He groans at that, an octave deeper than you are used to hearing and it seems he is having trouble denying you. His own desperation mingling with yours and overtaking his painful self-doubt, he wraps a hand around the base of his cock, and slowly edges the swollen head against your entrance, “f-fuck…” he mutters as he slips inside you, “you’re so warm .”

You can barely even register what you are saying anymore, it’s little more than a string of compliments about how good he feels inside you. About how handsome he is. Your tongue feels weird and loose in your mouth from overuse, but you still can’t stop talking.

He looms above you, halo of white hair bouncing as he thrusts in and out of you, the unmistakable jangle of the chain hanging from his jeans. All things that confirm it is Komaeda inside of you. Your heart races with the fact.

“Th-thank you, for permitting me to do this with you.” He stammers, sweat slowly dripping down his brow, “it’s...so good...it feels like I belong inside you. ”

A moan rips through you, and you hook your weak ankles around his waist, “you do belong inside me. You fit so perfectly , I was made for your cock. GOD I sound so filthy…..I- I can’t help it.”

“ No.” He hisses, eyes meeting yours, “Keep talking.”

“You say that like I can stop.” You dip your head lower, and wrap your lips around his left collarbone, moaning as you suck hard enough to leave a bruise. He keens above you, hips snapping against yours even faster, “Your hip bones are digging into my thighs…”

He squeezes his eyes shut, “I-I’m sorry, do you want me to-“

“Don’t you dare stop, Komaeda. You’re mine , I want to feel every inch of you.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

You bring a shaky hand up to his cheek, he nuzzles into your palm, “You aren’t hurting me. It feels wonderful.”

He kisses you then, messy and wet, his lips taste like desperation. Even with his tongue tangled with yours, you are still trying to speak. Sweet nothings, forceful demands, anything and everything that comes to mind is trying to force its way out of your mouth. Something is in the pit of your stomach is twisting tight and you moan greedily into the cavern of his mouth as his hips meet yours again. You can feel that he’s losing his rhythm.

“S-sorry. I’m...im close…” A moan rips from his throat and he buries his face in your neck.

Your hips have started canting up to meet his, you want so badly to be close to him, to feel all of him, “M’close to. I love having you inside me, i want to do this again and again and-”

Komaeda freezes, eyes turning to the door on the other side of the room. Footstops.

“Who is it? Did they hear? Are there going to come in? What do you think they’re going to do if they see you inside of-”

Komaeda covers your mouth with his palm. You’re still talking, but at least it’s muffled now. Kuzuryu and Hinata are chatting in the hallway, the footsteps seem only to be growing closer. You can't stop thinking terrible, horrible things, and while Komaeda’s hand keeps you quiet enough that they can't seem to hear you from outside, Komaeda can definitely hear you.

“I wanna keep going.”

His eyes are blown wide, but you feel the tell-tale throb of his cock inside of you, “ What?! ” he hisses, “there’s no way you can keep quiet like this...they’ll definitely hear us.”

“I don’t care if they hear us, I want them to hear us. I want them to know what you’re doing to me.”

His hips twitch, and he bites his lip hard to keep in a moan, “You're not ashamed to be seen intimately with someone as despicable as me?”

You coo at him, running your index finger down the front of his throat and over the mark you left on his collarbone, he tentatively removes his hand from your mouth and pushes some sweaty hair away from your forehead, you smile, “I’m not ashamed of you. I’m in love with you.”

Komaeda sucks a breath in through his teeth, and it is only then that you realise what you have said.

“Oh GOD. I didn't - I'm so sorry.” your eyes are wide, you’re ready for him to jump up and bolt out of the room, “I just thought it and then i said it, and jesus christ im so sorry-”

You’re cut off by his lips. The kiss is gentler, less desperate, but filled with the depth of passion. He starts thrusting in and out of you again, and you gasp in surprise at the feeling. He pulls away from the kiss, and rests his forehead against yours, his breathing heavy as one of his hands slips down under your knee. He pushes your leg up higher and you choke on a moan at how much deeper this new angle feels.

A high-pitched whine leaves his throat as he continues moving inside of you, he swallows, “I...I love you too.”

“Aaah... ahhh .” You’re so close at this point, the coiling in your stomach is about ready to snap, “I love you so much, I want your cum, please! ”

“I’ll give it to you, I...hah...I’ll fill you up...is that what you want?”

His hand slips down to your clit and you shriek , clenching hard around his cock, “Yes, yes, yes! I’m close...i'm so close…”

“I’m gonna...I...I…”

A moan rips through you as your climax finally hits, for the first time this day your mind is void of thoughts. All you can do is feel . Your fingers dig into the bedsheet under you, and your legs tighten around Komaeda’s waist. He writhes and moans above you, he just keeps going, harder and harder and harder, and then, with a heavy groan you feel him release inside of you.

“Thank...you…” you mutter, “thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…”

Before Komaeda has a chance to say anything in return, someone clears their throat on the other side of the door. The two of you freeze.

“Are you two done?” Hinata asks, he sounds exasperated.

Komaeda clears his throat, “Um...yeah...pretty much.”

“His dick is literally still inside of me! Maybe give us a few minutes!” You wince at the blunt sentence that just left your mouth, Komaeda is clearly trying not to laugh, you huff “Sorry Hinata! I can't help it!”

This disease was going to be the death of you.

#komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #komaeda nagito x reader #my writing #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa fanfiction

264 notes · View notes

darkacademicfrom2021 · 3 years ago

Text

Away. So, so far away.

<<Previous part Masterlist Next part>>

Warnings: fuckin' angst, arguing, alcohol.

Word count: 3,3K

“This is just where I draw the line, you know?”, you said to Bucky over your fifth drink. He was still sipping from that goddamn bottle of beer, as if one more drink would make him talk more. You appreciated his silence, but sometimes he was just unnecessarily quiet. You needed a friend to bitch about your in-laws and he kept staring, and staring, and —fucking staring like a mannequin. If he wouldn’t stare so much, you would even say he was shy. “I can’t believe they actually will reject me over not being a good companion for the King because I wouldn’t carry his child. Do you understand how obscenely sexist and, just… plain gross, that is?”.

“He is a prince, after all”.

“They just don’t like me. They raised Loki making him think he’ll be King, then they stripped it away, and now they did just the same and blame it on a stupid reason like I wouldn’t want to have kids. It’s idiotic, right? Besides, I’ll live much less than him. He could just be with me a while, then I die and then he gets someone else who would want his kids. It’s not that hard”.

“Damn”, he muttered. “You do have a lot to say about them, don’t you?”.

“You’re supposed to be my friend here”.

“I thought Tony Stark played that role for you”, he chuckled. “He’s all about playing roles, isn’t he? The hero, the playboy, the genius… I wonder what of them all he really is”.

“Oh, so you do have opinions”.

“Fuck you”.

“No thanks, I don’t like me that much”.

He laughed loudly. In comparison to every laugh and chuckle you’ve managed to pull out of him so far, this one was the loudest. You laughed with him. He had a very contagious smile.

“A kid is… too much. When you’re fucked up, you fuck up the kid too. When you don’t want one and have one anyway, the kid senses it. They’re sponges, you know?”, he said, asking the bartender for another round with a hand gesture.

“To be friends with Steve ‘Language’ Rogers, you curse a lot”, you chuckled, and he downed the drink in a few gulps, trying to catch up with your drunken state. “But yes, exactly. It’s not only that I think I’m fucked up, because that’s not the only thing that would stop me. I would have kids and work through not being a shit parent, if I wanted to”.

“But you don’t want to. That’s the point”.

“Yeah. And I’m not sure Loki doesn’t want one either. He joins kids that play in the park and lets them toy with his many different animal forms. He loves playing with babies, most of all. He is an innate dad, and I’m… not. And I feel like I’m depriving him of too much. The throne, the kids… He… he deserves better”, your eyes started watering, and Bucky frowned, awkwardly placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Hey… sometimes things just aren’t meant to be. It’s not that you’re a bad partner. You’re great, for what we all see”, he tried to help you feel better. “It’s just that maybe you’re not meant to be with him. Maybe you need someone who wants the same things that you want”.

“I don’t want anyone other than Loki”, you assured him. He nodded, his eyes still fixed on you as if taking them off would lose your interest. “I’m the problem, I’ll always be”.

“No, you are not”, said the knowingly deep voice that pulled you off your insecurities and brought immediate light to your eyes.

“My Loki!”, you greeted him, cheeks hotter and your hair—so sticky, was it always this sticky?

“My love”, he smiled fondly.

“My fucking God”, Bucky rolled his eyes. Loki didn’t pay any mind to him.

“Come on, little darling. Let’s get you some rest”, he said, placing a hand in the nape of your neck, caressing your skin softly. You got up, and just then realized how drunk you were. All the blood from your body went straight to your head, and grabbed him to not fall down. “How much did they drink?”, he asked Bucky.

Bucky raised his shoulders and pressed his lips in a line.

“A bunch”.

Loki sighed and thanked him for keeping you safe. You walked together from the bar to the parking lot. The lights of the city brimmed over the wet pavement —it had just rained. Shame you were so focused on getting drunk, you would’ve loved to stay under the fat drops.

“How long have you been listening?”, you asked as he clicked your seatbelt on. He sighed and curved his lips in a smile you knew he only used when he lied.

“Not more than the last few words”.

He had obviously listened to it all.

“I’m sorry I keep bitching about it. You really do deserve better”.

“Nonsense. If I wanted kids I would be with someone who wanted them”, he lied again. Was it love, this constant lie? Love sometimes was about keeping your thoughts for yourself. In this case, you weren’t so sure it was. Love wasn’t keeping him from the throne, from kids, from a future he wanted to have. “The only thing I want…”, he started, knowing you would finish the answer.

“...is me, right”, you chuckled. “Can I drive?”.

“Definitely not”.

“Yeah, probably for the best”.

You chuckled, your cheeks reddening at everything and anything. You felt your whole body warm, and wanted more than anything for Loki to place one of his long hands on your thigh —that hot thing he did where he drove with one hand, eyes on the road and half a smirk to your side. Maybe you’ve had too much to drink.

“The thing is, Loki”, you kept talking and he sighed. He didn’t want to listen to you like this. He knew you’d say things you didn’t want him to hear. You never were the kind of drunk that slurred on their words and couldn’t walk straight. You just lacked filters. And you had so, so many filters when sober, that Loki felt like an invasion to listen to you like this. “I know you enough, and I’m afraid you’ll…”.

“Look, love”, he interrupted you, pointing somewhere through the windshield. “That’s your favourite iced yogurt shop, is it not? I’ll get you some, you just wait here in the car, alright?”.

You smiled, looking down to your feet. He got out of the car and in a matter of minutes came back with a package. He drove in silence back home and you didn’t say anything else, understanding the motives behind the iced yogurt stop.

Love was somewhere around listening and not listening. You were too drunk to even think about it now.

You could see it in him. That lit off glitter in his eyes —he could have all of that sweet power he always longed for in the tip of his fingers and he got it stripped away. You could see the grief—no, the anger, the insomnia. Whatever his mother told him, it fucked him up for a whole week, if not more. Maybe he just learnt to hide it better after seven days.

You’d cuddle him to sleep, and when you woke up in the middle of the night because your feet were cold, or your mouth was dry, or your bed felt lonely, he wasn’t there. He left in the middle of the night to be somewhere else, and you couldn’t bring yourself to even ask.

You wandered around the apartment after the first three nights. Looking for him to find it emptier than ever. He wasn’t in any other part of the compound. Not in the common kitchen, the common room, the common anything. Not in his brother’s room, and you didn’t even have to check, but he certainly wasn’t in any other room. He wouldn’t, right?

You went back to bed with a feeling of unease. You didn’t call anyone, didn’t say anyone your lover wasn’t there, because you hoped he’d be there in the morning.

You couldn’t close your eyes until the door opened slowly and Loki sneaked his way back to bed, not realizing you were awake. You pretended to be still asleep, without a clue of his night trip to God knows where. He got undressed. He unfolded the sheets and blankets and wrapped himself around you, planting a kiss on your bare shoulder. His body was cold —so much colder than usual. Externally cold, as if he would’ve been somewhere not even his Jötun skin could keep up with. You sighed in relief, but not so much.

You needed to know if he was wounded. You pretended to turn around in your sleep and passed your hands through his bare chest, as if you were greeting him half asleep. He didn’t seem to realize you were wide awake.

No wounds. Good.

Still cold.

You couldn’t figure it out, and groaned. Loki gasped ever so slightly, and then sighed.

“Awake?”.

You opened your eyes, defeated. His eyes didn’t show guilt. They reflected an emptiness, a treasure that he seemed to have found and lost at the very same hour. Whatever kept him up at night, he went looking for it and now it was gone—and he was disappointed in himself for that. He looked disappointed.

“Where do you go when you leave?”, you whispered. You weren’t accusing him, and he knew. You wanted to know. Not demanding, just asking. If he didn’t want to tell you, you would’ve accepted it. Should you? You would. You felt powerless in these situations, now that he had given everything up for you. You shouldn’t.

He rolled off the bed and sat on his feet, looking down. Only the blue shine of the moon illuminated his features, his body, his sore muscles from all the fighting he has gotten involved into lately —missions, more and more training, verbal fights with everyone and himself included, except you—you were always his exception. Was that a good thing, now? It was. You were sure it was.

“Jötunheim”, he said. The word weighed on his tongue, and he clenched his jaw right after saying it. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I might have ruined everything”.

“What do you mean?”.

“I… I really hope nobody notices. I really hope… Heimdall keeps it to himself. I’ve been rejected, and now the war is all against me. I hope only me”, he muttered, his gaze drifting off everywhere and anywhere. “I hope only me. If I brought you too into this… oh, no”.

“What do you mean, love?”, you asked quietly, firm eye contact on him, grabbing both his arms with so little space left between you. Such a nice comparison with the arm-length grab that still resonated on his shoulders. “What happened?”.

What happened? you asked him, and he thought that’s such a pure and raw form you showed his love to him. You weren’t asking what have you done even if he left all hints that he did wrong. You wouldn’t accuse him of wronging anything or anyone unless he himself would hand you the hard evidence proving that he was wrong. Was that love? Or blindness?

No, you weren’t blind. You understood he was wronging something. You noticed every quirk of his lips and eyebrows when he lied—and you ignored it. You acknowledged every bad he ever did to anyone—and also acknowledged his apologies. You weren’t blind, you didn’t see past it. You saw so much through it, that you understood his motives. And, for you, his motives were always enough.

That, right there, was love, Loki thought.

He was exhausted. All he had to do in there, did it hiding from Heimdall’s eye. And that form of magic left him drained as ever. He was tired from the fights and the bargains, from hiding, from showing himself too much, from having to do so many things and getting none done. He laid on bed and put his head over your abdomen. You caressed a few strands of his almost frozen raven locks, wet with melted snow. His hand trembled ever so slightly.

“Let us sleep and I'll tell you in the morning, alright?”.

When you woke up that next morning, the bed was empty again. But your heart relaxed as soon as you heard the kettle boiling on the small kitchen, a knife hitting against a plate —the sound of the fruit being cut, the bread getting toasted flying over the fire of the stovetop.

You got on your feet and walked there, lingering in the way in. He was barely dressed—a black boxer, that one with the grey lines that made his ass look amazing, a cotton sweater with a lit off tone of blue that made his eyes glow. His hair in a messy low bun that hardly got the curled hairs that fell shamelessly over his face.

He moved his hand and the toasts flew to a plate, right by the fruit. He served the water carefully on the teapot and just as he left it over the countertop again, you reached for his waist and planted a kiss on the nape of his neck.

“Morning, dear”.

“Morning, sweet”.

And there it was—that silence again. It lasted all breakfast, except for the innocuous what will you do today and his voice reading the papers out loud. He didn’t say what he did in Jötunheim but he seemed to remember it vividly. That emptiness in his eyes was now filled with terror. You remember him being terrified at the mention of one name, and one name only. And you were afraid the Mad Titan had something to do with it —once again.

He closed the paper over the table and looked at you fondly. Smiled softly, and grabbed your hands, drawing small circles with his thumbs. A halo of green lights surrounded you two, and you understood he was now hiding from Heimdall, again. He took in a gulp of air and got ready.

“I went to Jötunheim to claim my throne”.

You nodded, unable to hide surprise in your expressions. With raised eyebrows, your lips parted to form a,

“Oh?”.

“I had to take the chance. I messed up”.

“Why?��.

“I got rejected”.

That didn’t seem like it. He never got rejected in these things. He got defeated. He bargained with words and threats and what not more, with all the things he knew how to bargain in these situations, sharp as a knife, sharp as only he could be. He was terrified, of what? What stopped him in place? What froze the frost giant?

“What are you scared of?”, you asked in a whisper.

“They might take something or someone away”.

Freedom. He was scared of getting locked up again. He was scared of getting you away from him. He was scared of a million other things that seemed irrelevant in the face of those two options.

“They can’t lock you up, my love, you’ve done nothing wrong”.

“It’s treason to the crown”.

“Oh”, you nodded. “How would they find out? How are you hiding it?”.

“I spared my share of threats, enough for Laufey’s predecessors to not say a word”, he said lamely, “if they were wiser than they are. They’re a sack of oafs”.

“Alright”, you said, looking out the window. “Seems like there’s not much else for you to do, other than worry”. He sighed and came back to drawing circles in the back of your hands. “Join me on a mission, take your head off these matters”.

He smiled, and kissed your knuckles.

"We'll see".

“You’re being so stubborn”, you sighed, sitting on the couch. “We’ve talked about this over, and over, and over”.

“We talked about things over and over and not even once you have been completely honest”, he said, with that composed facade of him. “Not in this, not in anything”.

“I’m the one not being honest here, now?”, you inquired, looking up at him. He was standing in front of you. He frowned.

“What does that even mean? I’m always honest with you”.

“You’re either dishonest with me or with yourself. But we both know very well that you have no intention of…”.

“Oh, Norns. Again with that”.

“You brought it up”.

“I’m listening, then. Will you finally tell me what you actually think of it? Or will you melt your desires and adjust them until they solidify around whatever you think might please me?”, he spat with sarcasm.

“What are you even complaining about with that?”.

“I want you to be true to yourself, not some… Not some…”, he gestured with his hands, and you furrowed your brows.

“Not some what?”.

“Not some idiotic worshipper of some kind. You sound like a teen with a crush, rather than an adult partner building something here”, he said, and he regretted it as soon as it left his mouth. You got up from the couch.

“That’s what you truly think of me?”, you tried to keep your voice down. Anyone could hear you from the hallway. You tried —but you weren’t very successful. “I’m ready to give everything up for you and you think of it as a desperate attempt to worship you? You really think I think of yourself as a God who casually decided to be with me?”.

“No, that’s not…”, he rolled his eyes, but you kept talking.

“We worked so well together because we knew exactly what the other wanted and tried to get there without crushing the other one. And now…”.

“Worked?”, he scoffed. “We work. We might argue some time, but we work, my love. And that’s the point. We just have to find a way out of this mess, that wouldn’t get us even deeper in this disaster”.

You looked at him, looking for any trace of a lie. He wasn’t. He was truly calm, even though he had gotten on your nerves so well. He could have the same calmness to tell you how much he loved you and to tell you you were crushing his dreams with your thumb.

“I get what you say. I really do. But, is it really important to do whatever you’re thinking of doing to solve this? Or is this just your general… power thirsty blindness guiding you through?”.

He scoffed.

“Power thirsty blindness”, he repeated, incredulous. “I thought you understood every motive behind my actions”.

“I do. But you can’t deny half of the motives are wanting to rule the realms”.

“Half of the motives are you”, he raised his voice.

“That’s not true”, you matched his tone. “You’re playing a weird limbo where you say you’re giving up every dream you’ve ever had for me, letting the guilt eat me alive, and then just… going off somewhere to still try and get what you want. That’s not a relationship-guided motive. And it’d be okay if you could just come to terms with it. And then, and only then, we’d be able to talk through it better and find a better way to make it work. But so far, you haven’t been honest at all about it”.

“Why the need of being honest if you can apparently read me like a children's book?”, he said sarcastically. “Oh, and don’t even get me started with honesty, because…”.

“Because what?”.

He took a deep breath and composed himself back again, denying with his head, eyes closed as he figured out the right words or the right actions. He sat on the couch and asked you to sit by his side with a hand gesture.

“You know what? I think we’re really, really tired. This argument is getting nowhere and we’ll just feel bad afterwards. Can we talk about this in a more civilized way after we get some rest?”.

You sighed and sat by his side, still tense.

“Yes. Alright”.

(Taglist: @lucywrites02 , @louieboo87 , @the-departed-potato , @jesuswasnotawhiteman , @idontknow296 , @beksib , @spythoschei , @geekwritersworld , @whatafuckingdumbass , @mysticunicorn7 @shadowolf993 , @joscelyn02 , @t00-pi , @selfship-mishaps , @sallymagnoliaposts , @deadgirl88 , @enderslove)

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki fanfic #loki odinson #loki fic #loki x gender neutral reader #loki x y/n #loki x reader #loki x gn reader #avenger!loki #loki fluff #loki angst #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #loki x you #loki and bucky barnes #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes

36 notes · View notes

elysianslove · 4 years ago

Note

hi! how have you been since the hell that ensued after halloween is?

also could you do a batboys college au? like their major and how the reader would meet them and all that jazz? 👉👈

-🐥

hi anon!! i’m not sure what ur talking about @ the halloween stuff hvsdhjs but! here are the batboys hc’s! i’m not very familiar with duke thomas’s character enough to write about him tbh, so he’s not included here :( but if you want me to add him let me know!! i hope you enjoy!!

dick grayson

out of all the batboys i really didn’t know how to choose a major for him

but

i think he’d do law tbh, specifically criminal law

his main motivation to become a police officer in bludhaven had been to be able to help people in any way he can

i forgot if it’s canon or not but he does realize how corrupt it is and he quits but that’s another thing we won’t get into that lmao

anyways yes let’s just stick with law

meeting you !

he shares one or two courses with you

one that’s really early in the morning

and one that’s later on in the afternoon

dick is like a magnetic okay

anywhere he goes people are just attracted to him

like literally he will breathe

but someone call the ambulance there’s a person that’s passed out bc of how beautiful he is

but this is an 8 am class 😃

so there’s no way ur awake enough to notice him

coincidentally he sits next to you one time

and this is the one time

you decide

yeah lemme just fkn sleep is uni even worth it

dick definitely notices right away but he doesn’t say anything

he thinks you look so cute passed out on your desk like this 🥺

when the professor signals the end of the class, he watches as people file out and then he just leans over and nudges you slightly

you nearly punch him bc he scared you ❤️

he just laughs and goes “class is over”

you just sigh like the guilt starts to hit you and your heart begins to sink

and he sees your disappointed face and just goes

“i took a lot notes. i can share them w you?”

lifesaver in every single way dick grayson 😻😻😻

you had another class that you had to run to and you were rushing

he was like “dw i’ll just give them to you whenever i see you next”

and you 🏃🏻‍♀️ outta there

imagine ur surprise when u enter class at 12 pm and he’s there in all his glory

after the lecture is over, he walks up to you as you’re packing and asks if you want to go to the coffee shop nearby

to take his notes of course

and you finally register just how handsome he is

so obviously you say yes wtf

and the rest is history 😼

he asks you out, properly, pretty early on tbh

so unfazed lmfao

now you take naps on his shoulder instead of the desk 💞💞💞

soooo into pda

kisses u when he first sees you

when you’re parting ways

when he feels like it

straight up cuddles w during lectures i’m not even joking

it’s disgusting how cute you two are

gets you coffee for all those 8 am classes u have w him hehe

study dates always turn into karaoke sessions somehow don’t even ask lmao

jason todd

english literature

this is a collective agreement right?

right

definitely english literature

i dont even think he wants to go to uni but he’s going to waste time plus this is bruce’s money 😏🤑

your major doesn’t necessarily have to be english literature as well

but you share one class

and my god

you two disagree on everything

like every little thing

at this point if he says something and you slightly agree internally you’ll still say some opposing shit

that’s kinda what draws you to him

at first you genuinely had nothing against him

but then this kind of rivalry developed for no specific reason

but it was fun

and he was hot

so seeing him get flustered or angry made him even hotter somehow

but then

but t h e n

you’re not sure if your professor like ships you or something

so you’re assigned a debate topic on one of the books you’d discussed in class/one of the books you’ve read outside, and within each group are the two sides for and against

not only were you in the same team as jason, but you were on the same side as him

so you had to work with him

the audacity of the professor omg

but jason needs this course

and

well you don’t but it’s too late to back out now

you two meet in the campus library after deciding on a book with the other two of your team

and

honestly???

you two work so well together

like insanely well

during the debate you destroyed the other team

spoiler alert

doing so well with jason kinda made you like hot and bothered

seeing him in his zone

sexy <3

what i mean to say is

you both end up making out in some storage room lmfao

or hate sex 😏

professor has a phd in matchmaking 🤔😻

i think you two don’t admit you like each other

bc you’re both stubborn as fuck

but eventually you’re literally on his lap on his couch and it just hits you

and you lean back and go

“wanna go out w me”

and he just shrugs and goes “sure” and pulls you in for more kissing hehe

he’s not v good at the boyfriend thing tbh

you have to chase him around and be like “sir!!! did u forget about me huh!!!”

he doesn’t mean to i promise

he gets all blushy and flustered once he realizes

only ever into pda if he’s insanely jealous

will straight up make out w u regardless of where u are or who ur with lmfao

he’s still getting used to the little intimacies and all

debates in class are so much more fun now cause he finds it so hot when u get all riled up hehe

that eng lit professor is so happy for you two omg

tim drake

okay i also couldn’t really decide for him

but maybe he’d study something like physics (or maybe computer engineering/computer science)

idk u have to have a death wish to wanna major in physics so tim’s major it is

i’m not sure how it works for every other uni but my uni requires 6 credits of sciences to graduate

so let’s say for the sake of this hc u take like just the first level of physics to get 3 credits

and

you’re struggling 😃👍🏼

so you like approach your professor with a few questions before the quiz

but tim is also there

and he kinda makes small talk while you two wait outside the office

and he asks why you’re here

you show him

and he’s like “oh i took this course w the same professor as well, i could help?”

it’s like an angel had descended from the heavens for you personally

you take his number and decide to meet up with him after a few hours

he’s of so much more help than your professor would’ve been, even if ur prof is a really nice and smart person

and he’s super like

patient with you?

also he pays for all the coffee and snacks you’re getting after you already get them

ur like bruh i didnt

dont pay pls

and he’s like no im loaded let me 😼

swooning <3

and guess what!!

you ace the quiz out of some miracle

first thing you do is text him and he congratulates you

and then

bc ur not blind and tim is so fucking cute

you’re like “can i take u out to thank u”

tim’s brain stops working but !

he does say yes eventually

he becomes your designated physics tutor + your amazing boyfriend

being with tim is so like

chill

it’s a very relaxed time

lots of study dates! and cafe dates! all hours of the day whether the sun is up or not

into pda but to a certain degree

like yes of course have a kiss pretty baby

but also it will only be a small peck

any time anyone passes by like common rooms you two will be there snuggling on the couch, one or both of you completely passed out

damian wayne

business major 100%

or a bsba econ major, which is basically the business side of economics

he has to take over his father’s company one day duh

also i genuinely think damian would excel in this field

he’s a very keeps to himself kinda guy in uni

like you only ever see him in your common classes and then he just

disappears

anyways there was this party that everyone was going to, and damian wasn’t planning to

but dick accidentally read some groupchat’s messages and was like are u going

damian went 🏃🏻‍♀️

but dick was like go and try to make friends !!!!

and dames cant say no to his big bro 🥺 so he goes

stays in a corner on the settings app the entire time

like half an hr in he just leaves and is walking home/back to his dorm when you come like rushing up to him

you’re zooming

and then you just latch onto his hand and lean up to press a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear “this person’s been following me for like 15 mins just please go along w this”

he kinda stiffens but when he does notice that there’s a person eyeing you he slips his arm around your waist and just carries on walking

he walks you to your home/dorm and is like

so awkward

but it’s okay ! ur a people’s person enough for the two of you

you thank him so much over and over

and then you’re like

“can i take you out on a real date?”

and then he becomes ur real boyfriend hehe

is still super stiff but it’s only bc he’s so hyper aware of how attractive you are

and i’m super positive he doesn’t have that much experience with dating so

you hold the reigns

but he’s a great boyfriend all in all tbh

super attentive, super protective, and so loving

isn’t into pda especially on college campus but he does like subtle pda

things like linking your pinkies or giving you his hoodie to just parade around campus hehe

end note; i’m sorry if these feel rushed or anything like. i used to be an avid writer for the batboys, but i just haven’t been feeling it lately. i still love to write from them bc i know these boys so well eeeeppp. anyways feel free to request some more!!

#dc comics x reader #dc comics headcanons #jason todd x reader #jason todd fluff #jason todd headcanon #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson headcanon #tim drake x reader #tim drake headcanon #damian wayne x reader #damian wayne headcanon #batboys x reader #batboys headcanons

294 notes · View notes

yuriyuruandyuraart · 4 years ago

Text

the special project

“Cross! We’re almost closing!” dream got closer to the actor that was sitting behind the scenes, a smile plastered on his face. He was holding his phone, and didn’t even look up to meet dream’s eyes-

“Hey- are you even listening!” dream pouted, and only then did cross’s eyelights met dream’s “Don’t worry. We can stay here a little longer- it’s not like the director likes to leave early!” his smile got a bit wider, but dream sat next to him, and looked over his shoulder- “…what are you looking at then?” dream wasn’t able to leave, not without cross at least, and he was getting curious; what could make cross ignore him so blatantly? Even memes weren’t so effective-

Cross suddenly nuzzled dream’s cheek, which made his face turn yellow as the other showed him his phone- the both sat in a more comfortable position, when dream finally read what was shown to him-

“It’s the reviews of the series! People are asking questions to both of us, and are speculating on the upcoming chapters- plus, they are even giving us compliments!” cross’s grin got wider-

Cross was pretty shy in person, so he tried his best to overcome that by acting, and meeting new people. though he was always so insecure about his acting skills, it didn’t stop him from entering both the underverse show and the dark cream studio- sure, it was a bit tiring, but he’s always enjoyed the times spent there, especially with dream, his best friend- though he considered him as more than that, he didn’t know how to ask him out, but the scenarios in the series was making things easier, considering they were both a couple in it-

Dream smiled- he was also happy to work with cross, and wanted to get a bit closer to him each day, though his brother was a pain very often- he swore to him one day that he’d snap next time he tried to get into a conversation between him and cross, not mentioning killer- though killer was the absolute opposite- cross and killer had been friends for as long as he remembered, and no matter how he denied everything, he was trying to hook them both together-

Even after dream’s protests, he was glad killer was trying to help, because he sure needed to-

“aww- how sweet of them! Wait- can I see some questions?” dream hummed, and cross huffed- “I dunno- they’re just some stuff about whether you like acting or not- the usual-“ he was obviously lying, so dream hopped on his phone as the other yelped in surprise- “h-hey! Give it back!” he jumped on dream, but the other laughed out loud- “oh come on! It can’t be this bad-“

He looked at the phone, but the questions and asks were all- about him? Dream blushed a bit, but cross snatched away his phone and huffed- “you’d get embarrassed anyway!”

Dream paused, what should he do to convince him? Well, teasing cross was always so fun, so he hummed- “okay- but how long will it take you to get off me-“ cross suddenly realized he’d been sitting on the poor dream all this time, so his face got lit up with a purple hue when he finally got up- “s-sorry about that-“ he scratched the back of his skull, totally ashamed, but dream took the opportunity to mutter- “well- maybe now we can read the questions together- How about that?” he smiled, a tint of yellow on his cheeks- cross paused a second, then sighed- “we’re in for a ride-“

They sat next to each other, trying to put the phone in the middle so it can be seen by them both. Dream felt his cheeks getting quite heated up- they weren’t usually this close to each other. on another note, if nightmare saw them like that, he’d do everything in his power to split them apart-

“Okay, first question: dream is this hot bastard on set, but how is he in real life?”

“pff- what is even this question?” cross snickered, dream only huffed- “well, how do you find me in real life then?” dream crossed his arms, but cross gave him a lazy grin and just answered- “well, I don’t think it really changes in person-“ “CROSS-“ dream pouted, and cross laughed out, but dream still continued reading-

“okay then- …oh- dream looks so good with heels, but does he like wearing them?” cross paused, awaiting his answer, when the other looked at him dead in the eyes and said- “anything to be taller than this bastard-“ cross busted out laughing, and dream continued- “shut up you dummy- here is a question for you! Umm- are you scared of cows in real life-“ dream tried so hard not to laugh, but cross shivered- “people cannot understand how scary these creatures are- it’s nOT FUNNY to be almost eaten by a cow!” dream couldn’t take it, so he cried out- “ohaHA- I’ve already told you- c-cows are herbivorous- they eat grass and such- n-not skeletons!” dream felt bad to tease cross about something he’s afraid of, but cows cannot eat monsters, and that was a fact.

“ugh-“ cross pouted, then looked away. Dream paused, he wanted to say something, but just looked back at the other’s phone, and said- “…okay- here is a question for us both now- do you guys-“ dream couldn’t finish his sentence when he lost his eyelights- cross looked at him, wondering what was wrong about the question- “uhhh… okay, let me rephrase that! Mmm- s-so you guys are together in dark cream, but what is your relationship in real life-“

dream blushed, but tried to hide it- cross paused, then muttered- “well-“ if killer or epic could hear their conversation, they’d be cheering for him to finally ask him out- and if nightmare could hear them, he’d be running in too late, because cross inhaled silently and tried to let out “well, I would like to ask you out for this afternoon-“ cross’s face was getting very purple, but it was no match to dream’s- dream lost his eyelights again, and his mouth was half open. He dropped the other’s phone, and the other was lucky it landed on a carpet-

“u-umm- dream?” cross cursed himself- why did he just bring this up now! But dream whispered- “…okay- I’d love- I- I mean- we can go out together as soon as we finish some asks-“dream was so close to scream in happiness- he asked HIM OUUT! Cross chuckled nervously, but he took his phone from the floor, then continued-

“how is nightmare in real life-“ cross paused, then muttered- “I’m sorry dream, but I don’t know how you couldn’t notice how each time I previously tried to confess, he’d try to split us up” cross sighed, but dream laughed, almost maniacally- “ahaha- do you think I didn’t?!” cross turned around- “wait, you knew I liked you???” he was a bit surprised, but dream suddenly let out- “what- n-no- not really- I wasn’t really sure- but that idiot didn’t let me get closer to you!”

dream crossed his arms, but cross laughed out- “oh my- ahaha-“ they both chuckled for a little more, then cross tried to find another interesting ask when one caught his attention, though he didn’t voice it out- (what if cross tried to propose to dream on set? there is no way it’s not a good idea, maybe he can convince the director!) cross smiled, it was a good idea- but he wasn’t sure if dream was going to agree to it-

Dream yawned, it was getting quite late- “well- if you want to take me out somewhere, it’s time.” Dream stretched, and cross couldn’t help but think of how different he had become-

Dream used to be very sad when they first met, and had the appearance of a cute and innocent person, and he still is! But he was more confident in himself now; he finally looked… happy- so much more- he also looked more mature and hotter. Cross smiled, they both really changed from the first time they met, and he was so happy to take him out on a date, the person he truly admired.

“okay then, let’s go-“ he held the other’s hand, and dream smiled, and leaned on his arm a bit more, he wanted this to happen for so long-

Thank god nightmare wasn’t here.

**************************

now now, if that was the special thing, it wouldn’t have took me about two or three months to get it done, right? well, that’s because it’s not the end yet!

remember the anons that asked you guys your sonas or oc’s reference to draw a while back? well thank you guys so much for waiting

it took me so long, and you guys still waited for me to finish this

so how about a bonus “writing” to celebrate?

The place I will talk about is always warm and welcoming, there’s a bunch of tea and cookies and some apples lying here and there, and after an event called “sweet day”, candy and cake was left stacked up like the tons of ask received every day inside the little mailbox. This place contains very interesting individuals whose presence contribute in the fun and enjoyment of the visitors and the creator himself. After being there for a while, you might notice why these people are quite special considering the relaxing atmosphere of this place;

*knock* *knock*

who’s there you might ask? Well it is-

“DAILY POSITYVITY OF COURSE!!”

“Please close the door behind you after you enter-“

“what door?”

the positivity was so strong that it shattered a galaxy and went to another universe searching for a worthy opponent- love senders and daily positive anons are very frequent here, and as their name might show you, they are responsible of giving enough motivation and positivity for the creators, and the destruction of most doors, windows, walls, universes, and being obviously chased by negative and suspicious people trying to prevent them from giving the creators positivity.

“AAAaaAaAa-“

some anons are still wondering why they are simping for characters while others already gave a very specific reason “LEEEGS-“ some are also wondering how did the creator made them so hot- only a superior brain can do so mind you- just kidding- everyone can do it if they give him good heels;

This place had different phases, and if I had to describe it to, it may look like this;

“wait- how about a cute ship?” oh- Fluffynight!”but what about killermare? “So how about a love triangle!” “And where do we put this scenario then-“ “wait- what if it was all a show like underverse studios- how would they make tentacles then?” ”Wait- tentacle, you mean S!D’s? Wait! let’s say- they have a mind of their own-“”wait- but-“”OH my- I wonder how these tentacles would look like if their possessor is a Greek god-“”whoa- and "whatifnightmareactuallysentcrosswhoismortaltokilldreambuthefellinlovewithhim?!”

“Um…what? “

Please take this as a very brief explanation- some of these subjects can last a day- or two or even a week if it is a generator of ideas, no matter how cursed, sweet or angsty they are.

Creators are very common in this place, they can be artists, or writers, though there might be more talented people, but they might had never talked about it- they might be musicians, composers, singers, and so much more, but who am I to say? Maybe there is one who’s reading this that can draw, or write, do both, or so much more- I just am saying that this place is filled with amazing people!

There are some people who considered that S!D and cross needed kids, which is funny because, there are now a lot of ship children laying in their arms- they can be twin babies, independent teenagers, cute cinnamon rolls, or a result of neglect or a curse- and those different types of children make a very good source of inspiration, and provide ideas for both artist and writers;

The creators deserves support- and people do help their work to be shared, and considering some had made commissions available, there was and will be more support for them, and that’s why I wanted to add those who had bought some hot koffees. I am very glad that the creators are receiving support, because it makes them happy and motivated, and that’s honestly what all of them deserve; support.

Finally- this place has the healthiest and pleasing aura I’ve ever felt- and has very unique characters that are daily sending questions, or ideas, or creations, and listing everything would take a lot of time, but every single one of them is as unique as the other, so fear not if I haven’t included more- because there is too much-

And thank you for reading this little writing- I didn’t think you’d actually read such a thing ,but to be honest, I actually never thought you’d ever read any of the writings I’ve made- I’ve never thought this will be the first thing I will be associated with, writing. Because I only write when I have art block, or when I have a very good idea, or if it’s something I don’t want to draw now and need to remember to draw in the future, but it seriously made me so happy when people actually enjoyed something I’ve made, and I want the creators that I most enjoy and so much others to feel the same thing- the happiness that someone thinks you’re good at something, that’s why it is the most silliest and the most interesting gift I can ever write to thank you zu, and everyone who supports her, and the creators I’ve seen there! Have a nice day/night ♥

******************

the people included here are

@zu-is-here ; i wanted to thank u zu, because i wouldn’t have written or submitted anything if it hadn’t been for you, and that’s because i didn’t feel like you were “intimidating”, and by that i mean you answer every litlle ask, and you’re being nice to everyone, and i just wouldn’t have found so much entertainment this year without you and your blog, and everyone in it

@help-im-a-gay-fish ; you were very nice from our very first interaction- your art has always been so simple and beautiful, especially the lineart which i envy you for- your ideas were always so amazing, and you have very attaching and unique characters, so with you my to do list is never ending, but that’s what i love about you the most

@kotikaleo ; your art is just plain GORGEOUS, and i couldn’t, i just couldn’t ignore it, because the vibes i get from this blog is relaxing, the ambience is calm, and everything you draw, whether it’s traditional or digital is a masterpiece that i find myself begging to have the same amount of talent (also, i’m so sorry for your persona, i totally messed it up i’m so sorry-)

@dragon-tamer-1 ; honestly, i liked your unique style, and your oc- the way you keep supporting people is always so sweet of you, and even if we haven’t interacted much, i’ve always liked your art from the sidelines, and i hope you liked this gift

@rinnyisangy ; i won’t go too long, but your art is SO CUTE, the sketch book drawings were so sweet and nice; since i’ve seen you appear a lot on zu’s blog, and you looked like a nice person, i decided to draw your sona, because why not draw a cutie?

@bluepalleteuniverse ; i’m SO sorry for the sona- i used the old one because as i said, i decided to draw this piece one mid july, so i asked you pretty early, and , because i thought it looked cute, i drew it very fast- on the other hand, i cannot express how cute your art is- it’s always so nice to see you around, and the positivity you give is astonishing- please keep it up pal

@enixani ; now, you are SO talented, yet you believe you aren’t- and i’m here to tell you that you have such a detailed, beautiful art, and you deserve way more support for the work you give, and i hope you like this drawing (i tried your coloring- it feels nice)

@sociallyawkwardfirefly ; i was too shy to interact with you, but i wanted to tell you that your writings are amazing- and i can’t because even your art is- so please take care, and know that i love your style

@noveltale ; your au is cute, your art is cute, what more? but in case you wanted to hear something else, voila une autre personne qui connaît les souffrances de la langue française, et des difficultés de la langue anglaise, parce que oui, je parle Français aussi (bonjour blue!)

@silentsquidsinner ; can we just talk about this person’s beautiful characters? i think they are AMAZING and well written- and the beautiful artstyle only makes it better, so please take this gift as a thank u for your talent-

@ginganinja ; i still remember when you were pretty active on tumblr, and i kind of miss those days, but i wish you the best on your decision, and i’ll enjoy your art on instagram, because you’re still awesome there!

@star-gamerxox ; your writings are a very good source of inspiration, as well as your characters- i honestly thought that your writing style was pretty fluid and interesting, so i wanted to draw one of you kiddos- hope you liked it

@mimosifolia1528 ; remember seafood tale? yeah- i loved your creations, as well as your dark cream kid, and thought your art was very special and unique, so i thought it was worth a shot drawing you persona (fun fact, you were the very first one i drew)

@seertale ; i liked how cool and chill you look, and i thought your oc’s and art was very sweet, not mentioning that you were my favorite to draw- (the rainbow blob on star’s oc) so thank u

@evaundertale ; your art and blog is amazing, so whenever i see your art, it stands out pretty fast, it’s just so recognizable, and i would love to compliment it by giving you this little gift

@shinechermont ; now, i wanted to tell you that whenever i visit your blog, the drawing you make always make me feel a bit better, because they are so simple, yet so sweet, and i LOVE ursula (and mirage of course) so seing art about them is always heart warming

also featuring the anons-

DPA, blue, red, orange, green, purple, lavender, cyan, black, white, cow anon, and cookie anon (who was the one who brought cookies there ;))

this is getting long, but let me just say that i wanted to add way more people, like firebug, curse-of-tales, ari-cuno, jann and so much more, but i feel like i couldn’t touch this project anymore- medibang even crashed because the layers were too much- but i love you guys all, even those who i haven’t included here

((sorry if you changed your persona in the meantime, as i said earlier, some sonas were drawn before you even changed them, so sorry in advance (also, because this is three or so months old, the style is messed up, and there is some old art mistakes that i was too lazy and tired to fix)

this is getting too tall, but please thank you

this was writing anon- aka me, yuri <3

171 notes · View notes

high-supernatural · 3 years ago

Text

The Merge

Kai Parker x Female Reader/Character

Word Count: 1687

Warnings: typical tvd themes, the merge (not fluff, not smut, there’s a sentence of angst but its not much, mostly just toxic friendship)

Summary: “V” took Kai out of his prison world with a condition that they’d stick together. She helps him find his family and prepare for the merge. ((read part I – IV of the series to understand the backstories))

***since y’all like the one shots better than the series, I’m gonna write one shots for female readers under the name V for what I would’ve/will write in the series***

V and Kai have been out of the prison world for a few weeks. She got him out under the conditions that they would stick together no matter what, and that’s what she was doing, sticking by him.

Kai explained his plans to V when they got there and put together a plan. She knew his true motives, and she wanted to help.

While they prepared, trained, and got everything ready they stayed at motels but were mostly busy with the plan and didn’t see each other very often. The motel they were staying at only had one bed. They checked in in the middle of the night when they got back, “queen room fine?” asked the clerk, “absolutely,” Kai responded in his dramatically sarcastic tone.

“Hope sleeping in the same bed as me doesn’t scare you off… I’m a violent sleeper,” he joked with big eyes.

“Better than sleeping in vamp infested woods with a violent sleeper… I think I’ll be fine,” V responded with the same dramatics.

There were a few nights Kai had woken up in the middle of the night or before V and had intrusive thoughts come into his mind of killing her, not that he really wanted to. When he woke up one morning with his hand resting on her throat, he decided to sleep on the couch instead. He might have been a proclaimed sociopath, but he had morals for killing, and killing people who help him weren’t on that list. It scared him, but he ignored it.

V had the gift of seeing behind people and what they say their motives are, which is part of the reason Kai didn’t scare her. She knew why he started sleeping on the couch but didn’t bother to tell him she knew, just like she knew where he went during the day to antagonize his family, but still didn’t bother to confront him about it. She already knew why and what he was doing.

She liked pushing boundaries with him. To see how far he’d really go or what he’d do if she didn’t act scared or flinch even an inch at the things, he’d say to get a rise out of her. She liked seeing how he’d react to her affections, knowing he hadn’t experienced much of it.

When he started sleeping on the couch, she would sometimes join him, walking over to him with a blanket around her shoulders and laying on top of or next to him under the blanket. She liked how he’d tense up until he fell back asleep, nervous to put his arms around her. Sometimes she’d tell him she had a bad dream and say, “this is the part you put your arms around me,” when he wouldn’t.

They were best friends who loved pushing each other’s buttons.

V found his twin for him and told him where she worked, she found this out through gullible Elena. She didn’t question him about his whereabouts when he found out either, she knew this too.

They made another deal with each other when they started playing out their plan – if either of them was going to be out, they have to tell the other how many hours they’d be gone before the other should start worrying, and the general location they’d be, just in case anything went wrong. They didn’t have to explain what they were doing, they actually preferred if the other didn’t know, it worked perfectly.

When Kai disappeared for longer than he said he’d be gone, V knew to worry. She went to the cemetery he said he’d be around and saw Damon, the person who sent her to the prison world before her and Kai got out.

She hid behind a tree just enough so Kai could see her, but Damon couldn’t. Through the Earth, V sent Kai some of her magic to siphon, just enough so he could siphon the magic out of Mystic Falls that the travelers put there and free himself.

“How do you feel?” V asked Kai when they got back to the motel.

“I feel…. Really good,” he responded, “I soaked up a lot of magic,” he chuckled.

“Do you know how to use it?” She asked, “I can’t even imagine how much magic was in that spell.”

Kai jittered and sat down, “I uh… I should probably practice, you know? Make sure I can control it.”

“Let’s practice then,” V said.

He looked up at her when she said, “push me with your magic.”

“I don’t know if I can control it—” she cut him off, “I can handle it, I can’t die, remember?”

“Remember we can’t hurt each other though, that’s the pact,” he said. Kai was a lot of things, but deal breaking wasn’t usually one of them.

She stood in front of him and pushed his head playfully before getting on his lap with both legs on either side of his, “we said no fighting, this isn’t fighting, it’s practicing.” She pushed his shoulders back and pinched his face to annoy him, “come on, do something to get me off of you,” she played.

He grabbed her arms, “I can’t practice on you,” he spoke to her with an almost serious tone for the first time.

She grabbed his biceps and shocked him with her magic before sending burning waves up his arms, making his face turn in pain.

“Fight back,” she said, “or I’ll go hotter.”

Kai squeezed her biceps as she squeezed his and tried sending the magic she was using on him back to her, but it didn’t work.

“Try harder,” she said.

“I can’t—”

“Yes, you can, you have to focus,” she sent warmer magic through his arms and down his chest making him groan. “Make me stop at least once, you’re not gonna hurt me, you got this, focus on sending me the pain.”

With that encouragement Kai was successful not only in sending the magic she was using back to her, but sending it back more intensely, causing a sensation of being on fire for a couple of seconds.

When he heard her wince and felt her arms go limp, he knew it worked and quickly pushed her off of him to stand up, not knowing if he could stop if they were still touching.

She let out a “whoof” breath and chuckled, “you did it,” she looked at him, “why the long face?”

He stared at her like he just killed a puppy, “I need someone else to practice on.”

“Kai, it worked, what’s the problem?” she asked.

“I just need someone else to practice on, I’ll be back tonight,”

“Wait, I think I know who you can use,” she said, stopping him from rushing out and finding a random person.

“Elena Gilbert. She’s always pissed me off. When I found out vampires were in town she acted like I was crazy, now she is one. She never treated me how she treats everyone else, she’s still hung up on the fact that her brother confided in me instead of her,” V said, “everyone’s always saving her and letting others die for her own life. I think she could be put in her place a little better.”

Kai was always confused about why V was so helpful to him, another thing that scared him a little. It was unusual to him.

He practiced his magic on Elena at the high school after he left while V did her own thing, which usually included writing, drawing, or causing some chaos, until she got a call from Elena.

‘great,’ she rolled her eyes before she answered the phone.

“What?” she answered harshly.

“Kai just tortured me for hours,” Elena whined.

“Ok? How is that my problem?” V answered, knowing that all of them still didn’t know she had been with Kai this whole time.

“He’s on his way to the woods to complete the merge!” Elene blurted out.

“What,” she said with concern this time, “I’m on my way,” V left and went to try and stop Kai from doing the merge so soon.

She called him multiple times on her way, but he didn’t answer. When she had got there, Kai and Luke’s eyes were already white, and they were about to complete the merge.

Just when she was about to run up and stop them, they both fell back, and everybody stood like statues until Jo ran to help Luke.

V watched them both with wide eyes, looking for psychic signs that one of them has died or merged, but saw nothing.

After a few seconds of watching, she walked up to Kai. Everybody was watching Luke at this point, so V knelt down and put her hand on his chest, feeling for magic but felt none.

She teared up and tried blinking them away, shaking him by his shirt and saying his name before pressing her hand on his chest to transfer magic to him, waking him up.

His eyes darted open and he grabbed her wrist, sitting up silently. Nobody had noticed him yet. V sat behind him with her hand still on his chest when he turned around, “thanks, kid,” he whispered before he stood up.

Kai said some words to Jo before turning around and offering his hand to V before they walked off. They heard them ask, “did they just leave together,” but ignored it.

V drove them back to the motel and glanced at Kai every so often with worried expressions as he sat silently and wondered at his hands, “how do you feel now?” she asked.

“I feel good.. I feel.. different, I don’t know how to describe it,” he said in breaths.

“That’s good, I think,” V said still confused and paused for a few seconds to think, “we should get out of town, like, tonight, they’re going to look for us,”

“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” is all Kai said.

She looked over at him with a worried face again, “no really, we need to get out of town,” she was serious.

“I dunno, I kinda like it here,” he smiled ominously.

((read the next story for continuation of this one))

#kai parker #kai parker x reader #kai parker x you #kai parker imagine #kai parker series #kai parker fanfic #malachai parker #tvd #tvd au #tvd fanfiction #tvd series

21 notes · View notes

xbaepsae · 4 years ago

Text

the ebb and flow | part seven

“The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.”

[demigod!jeongguk x demigod!reader]

genre: percy jackson!au, mythology!au, demigod!au, enemies to lovers!au

word count: 1.7k

rating: pg-13

warnings: language, the usual character tension

a/n: merry belated christmas (to those who celebrate)! and happy (almost) new years! stay safe and healthy everyone. hope 2021 is a better one for all of us. xoxo

→ series masterlist!

the fifth summer – in which you fall (quite literally)

At the end of your first week of cleaning the stables with Jeongguk, you manage another capture the flag win. Nothing brought you more joy than seeing the look of absolute anguish on Park Jimin’s face when you ripped his red flag from right between his hands.

“Better luck next week, Park,” you teased as your cabin raised you up on their shoulders. “Guess we all can’t be winners.”

Your cabin celebrated with its allies at the campfire that night—singing and dancing to your heart's delight. Normally, you’re not one to dance much; the act is entirely too embarrassing to do in front of so many people. However, maybe it’s the stress from the week or the high from the win, but you feel the need to shake all your worries away.

And dancing proves to be a great stress reliever.

To the beat of drums and lyre playing, you sway your body beside your friends. Haru takes your hands in her own and spins you around, to which you can’t help but laugh. The two of you must look ridiculous right now. She spins you around in another 360 and you close your eyes, taking in the heat from the fire. When you open your eyes, you meet the cool gaze of someone you didn’t expect to still be here.

Across the campfire, Jeon Jeongguk stands by himself. You didn’t expect him to be here because his cabin was on the losing team. You thought that maybe he would be sulking in his cabin like Jimin probably is right now. Instead, his eyes seem glued to you. The son of Poseidon stares at you with an intensity you’ve never seen before. It seems to burn hotter across your skin than the fire is right now.

Even though he is yards away, you feel incredibly exposed at this moment. His round eyes are illuminated by the fire, and they seem to pierce you like he can see right into your soul or something. After another second, you force yourself to look away—the tension is just too much to take right now.

“Are you okay?” Haru’s voice breaks your thoughts.

Looking up, you notice concern clouding her eyes; however, there is also a gleam of interest there—probably wondering what made you stop dancing.

“I’m fine,” you tell her. “Just dizzy, I guess.”

Haru doesn’t seem to buy it, but she doesn’t pester you about it again. “Well, too bad—I want to keep dancing with my best friend!”

The next morning, you make your way towards the stables feeling more exhausted than usual; body still slightly aching from last night’s festivities. When you arrive, Jeongguk is already there leaning against the gated entrance. Probably hearing your footsteps draw closer, he looks up; however, you don’t meet his gaze. Instead, you pretend the rising sun has captured your attention.

Fishing the key out of your back pocket, you unlock the gates and greet the Pegasi already vying for your attention. And much like the other days, you both work in silence again; you even go out of your way to avoid passing by him or having to make small talk. During your other hours here, the silence was at least kind of bearable. However, today, for some reason, something feels different and you don’t like it one bit.

As the hours pass by, the silence seems to eat you alive. It’s all that you can hear. Or maybe it’s just your heart racing and blood rushing past your ears. Whatever it is, you’re about to reach your breaking point.

“Are you joining your cabin later?”

You nearly drop your broom at the sound of Jeongguk’s voice echoing through the thick silence. Styx, he scared you. “What’s happening later?”

Even though he’s on the other side of the stables, you can feel him take a step closer. “You know, the canoe races. The one that’s always held during the summer around this time.”

In all honesty, you’d forgotten all about the canoe races. And this isn’t like the recreational, free time canoeing you can do. No—this race is one that all the cabins participate in. It’s just as intense and competitive as it sounds. You’ve never participated before, so it must’ve slipped your mind. But unlike you, Jeongguk has always participated—you know, being the son of the sea god and everything.

“I usually don’t, so probably not,” you say.

“It’s your last summer, right?” he suddenly asks.

You turn around at the question. “Why, yes. As a matter of fact, it is. I’m planning to attend college in New Rome.”

Which means, you don’t know when you’ll ever be back at Camp Half-Blood since New Rome is equally as safe for demigods. The thought makes you feel bittersweet since Long Island is your home. You’d always thought you’d be here, probably continuing to offer your services to the camp. However, there’s an opportunity to expand your life on the other side of the country; you’d be foolish not to go.

“So, you should participate then,” Jeongguk breaks your thoughts.

“I think we already settled on who would participate. Besides, there’s always more cabin canoe races throughout summer,” you add as a rebuttal. “Maybe then.”

“What a shame,” he hums. “I really wanted to beat you this time around.”

Jeongguk’s mention of obtaining a win begins to turn the gears of your rivalry in your head. You should’ve known he would do something like this; the son of Poseidon just loves to egg you on. And sadly, you always seem to give in.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

“I’m going to participate in the canoe race.”

Namjoon looks at you like you’ve lost your mind. “What? I thought we already decided on who would participate.”

“I know, but I want to do it. You know, I’ve never participated before,” you tell him. “I should try this year.”

“You’ve never participated because you—”

You cut him off. “I have to beat Jeon Jeongguk at his own game. I will not settle for anything less.”

Namjoon rolls his eyes. “You and that damn rivalry. I know you hate the guy, but I don’t think this is worth it.”

“Jeon is a thorn at my side; beating him during the canoe race is my chance to gain some leverage on him,” you say, ignoring what your half-brother just said.

“Whatever,” he sighs. “Just don’t say I didn’t try to talk you out of it.”

***

The breeze from the Long Island Sound whips your hair. You put it in a braid earlier to keep it at bay, but your baby hairs don’t seem like they want to cooperate today.

“I’m so excited, y/n,” Harrison, a second-year in your cabin, practically vibrates with serotonin beside you. “Thanks for allowing me to join.”

“Of course,” you offer him a smile. At least, you hope it’s a smile.

A part of you wishes that you listened to what Namjoon said earlier. Because at the end of the day, he’s one of the few people that know you well and maybe he’s right; maybe trying to beat Jeongguk today isn’t worth it.

“Are you okay?” Haru is suddenly in front of you. “Namjoon told me to come and talk to you, and try to talk you out of this because—”

“I’m fine, Haru,” you lie through your teeth, forcing a smile. “I’ll be okay.”

Your best friend raises a brow at you. “You know, I’ve gotten pretty good and figuring when you’re lying to me. I know you always feel this intense need to beat Jeongguk at everything…though, I do wonder now if you’re starting to feel something else towards him…”

“Haru,” you warn.

She laughs a little. “Only joking.”

“I promise, I’m okay; don’t worry about me. This race will be quick anyway.”

“Whatever you say, y/n.”

Once everyone else arrives and the canoes are pushed into the water, you settle behind four others from your cabin. Harrison is seated in front of you, that beaming smile still stretched across his lips. “This is so exciting.”

The gentle rocking of the canoe does nothing to ease your nerves. If anything, it actually makes you feel sicker than you already are. “Let’s win this, for Athena!”

For Athena, your half-siblings mimic as they reach for their oars. Next to your canoe is none other than Poseidon’s cabin—whoever’s idea that was is definitely going to get a mouthful from you later—which means you-know-who is already staring at you.

“See you from the other side of the finish line,” Jeongguk taunts with a smirk. You try to return the same attitude tenfold.

“Don’t even think about any of your dirty tricks, Jeon.”

He scoffs. “Poseidon always plays fair.”

“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “We’re in a huge body of water—nothing could possibly go in your favor.”

You don’t know if he catches your sarcasm, and you don’t have time to. Because before you can even think about it, the race begins at the blow of a whistle.

Sure enough, like you already predicted, Poseidon’s cabin gets the immediate lead. But you don’t let it faze you; this actually motivates you to work harder—commanding your cabin to row faster.

However, what you fail to realize is that what originally seemed like a beautiful day on the lake is suddenly shifting in the blink of an eye. Because you’re all concentrated on reaching the finish line, you don’t see the sudden storm clouds looming in on the horizon. The wind picks up and water begins to rise, rocking the canoes dangerously.

You grab onto the sides of the canoe for support, but it’s no match against the current. The gods must be angry. And when a wave crashes against the canoe, you lose your balance and plummet headfirst into the water.

Through the muffled sound of water rippling past your ears, you can hear echoed screams. But they seem terribly far away as you struggle to break the surface. Your hands grasp for air, but the tows of the current feel like a weight on your ankles as you begin to sink deeper into the water.

Worst of all, you can’t swim.

94 notes · View notes

rexsjaigeyes · 4 years ago

Text

Miguel Ángel Félix Gallardo NSFW Alphabet

Words: 3.2k it’s long but worth it

Warnings: cum swallowing, bondage, gagging, rough sex, mentions minor condescension and name-calling

A/N: I skipped H and X as usual bc those are always too awkward for me. I’m not sure what type of sex toys existed in the 80s but just roll with it lmao

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Being the busy man that he is, Félix doesn’t put much effort into aftercare as you would like. He always kisses you and runs his fingers through your hair while you catch your breath, but that’s about the extent of it. After sex, he either falls asleep beside you or smokes a cigarette before promptly heading back to the hotel. You never complain though; you know Félix has work to do, and he shows his affection in other ways.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Félix never really gave much thought to a favorite body part before he met you. He was always confident with his appearance, especially once he started wearing his fancy Italian suits. But once you entered his life, he learned to appreciate his hands because of how much you loved them. You always praise the way his hands feel when he slides them down your body or plays with your tits. Something that really gets him going is when you show your appreciation for his hands by sucking on his fingers. That’s when he feels like he could lose his goddamn mind– watching you take one finger in your mouth and suck on it with such a naughty look on your face. After noticing the fascination you have with his hands, he always finds ways to draw your attention to them when he’s in a teasing mood.

That being said, his favorite part of your body is your lips. Aside from watching them wrap around his fingers or his cock, he also finds himself drawn to your pretty lips whenever you talk or let out sounds of pleasure during sex. He’s always either running his thumb across your bottom lip or stealing your breath away with a deep kiss. Félix always finds himself entranced by your soft, plump lips when you smile or laugh with him. And he loves watching the way you bite down on your bottom lip when you get turned on.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

Félix hates wearing condoms and he always wants to cum inside you, so it’s up to you to make sure you’re on the pill unless you want children. He doesn’t like making too much of a mess, so it’s not common for him to finish anywhere except inside you. Unless you’re sucking his cock, he’ll almost always push himself inside your pussy when he’s about to cum. As much as he’d love to see your tits or ass covered in his cum, he saves that for special occasions when he has time for cleanup. His personal favorite is when you swallow his cum, because of course his fascination with your mouth comes into play here. Whenever there’s a stray bead about to drip down your chin, he watches intently while brushing it away with his thumb and making you suck his finger clean.

D = Dirty Secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He always likes when you wear his clothes, but something that he hasn’t asked you to do yet is wear only his suit jacket while you ride him. It’s an image he can’t get out of his mind and one day he’s going to finally ask you to do it. Félix desperately wants to see you above him, your breasts just barely peeking out of the jacket while you rock your hips against his. If he ever saw you do a little striptease in his shirt and jacket, he would pounce on you in a heartbeat.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Félix has had his fair share of experience, and he definitely knows what he’s doing. He’s extremely skilled with his body, but he also knows exactly how to get you riled up with just his words. With all the experience he has in persuading people to do what he wants at work, he definitely knows how to convince you to do what he wants in bed. Not that you would need much convincing anyway.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loves when you ride him and he gets to give you some of the control in the bedroom. Félix is constantly controlling things in his life, so the one time he really gets to unwind is when you take the reins in bed. It doesn’t happen every time (Félix is a switch), but after a really exhausting day, he loves when you straddle him on the bed and make him feel good. He likes to watch you make all the moves while he relaxes with a cigarette or folds his hands behind his head. He always has that cocky grin on his face when you take your time with him, slowly grinding yourself over the bulge in his pants. Another one of his favorite things about this position is that he gets to run his hands over your body while you bounce on his cock. He can grab your hips and control the pace when you go too slow for his liking, or he can play with your nipples and watch you moan for him. There’s really no going wrong with the position, and Félix would choose it over missionary any day.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous?)

Félix is not a very humorous person overall, but when he lets his guard down around you, there are moments where he’ll crack a smile. You always joke that he’s so uptight at work, but when he’s with you, you get to see a side of him that no one else does. Sometimes it’s hard for Félix to relax completely because he’s always thinking about the next move he has to make to build his empire, but you have a way of coaxing a softer side out of him. The intense hold you have on him scares Félix sometimes, but deep down he loves how he can be himself around you.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

When he has the energy and the time, Félix can be very romantic in bed. He shows his affection for you through his words. During romantic moments, he likes to hold you and kiss you while telling you how much he appreciates you. Whenever time allows it, Félix is the type of lover who would light candles or draw a romantic bath for the two of you to enjoy. These moments are rare because of his schedule, but when he has the chance, he pampers you so much.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Normally whenever Félix needs some stress relief, he just visits you and hopes that you’re free. But on the off chance that you’re busy, he uses masturbation as a way to alleviate some of the weight on his shoulders. It’s always quick and frantic, but he’s gotta get it out of the way before he can go back to work.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

When Félix is in a rush, sex stays relatively simple and vanilla. But when given the time, there are several things that Félix enjoys doing. When he’s in a dominant mood, he’ll make you wear a ball gag. As much as he loves hearing you moan and beg for him, it’s so much hotter when your pretty lips are wrapped around the gag; you actually sound more desperate and needy that way. Félix’s fixation on your lips definitely comes into play there, but he also enjoys the little rush of power he gets seeing you like that. When he gags you, he also tends to use restraints on your hands. Félix is a sucker for bondage, but as much as it turns him on seeing you tied up, he loves it even more when you take charge and tie him up. Once, you handcuffed him to the bed and he had the time of his fucking life.

Félix is more dominant than submissive– he’s so used to having to control everything– but after building trust in your relationship, he learned to be more vulnerable in the bedroom. He never knew he needed it until he met you, but after spending the entire day trying to plan and control things, he wished someone else could take charge of his pleasure. It’s the only way that he gets to relax completely, and you love giving him the chance to truly unwind. Safewords are always necessary of course, and Félix is more likely to use them than you are since he’s still getting used to it all.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Félix prefers having sex in the comfort of his own home, but he doesn’t mind getting handsy in public. Considering the amount of wealth and power he has, he knows no one would bat an eye if he showed a little more PDA than what is socially acceptable. If you’re out on a date, he likes resting his hand on your thigh, which eventually leads to his hand wandering. He has no problem pulling you aside someplace where there’s more privacy so that he can have his way with you. At work, he’d prefer if you didn’t show up since he’s already got so much on his mind there. But sometimes if he’s missing you and has some extra time, he’ll meet you in the lobby before finding a vacant closet or room to have a quickie.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

As mentioned before, Félix loves seeing you in his clothes. He loves how cute you look in them, and it makes him feel like you’re comfortable around him. If you’re walking around in only his shirt, don’t expect to make it too long before Félix grabs you and carries you to the bedroom. Something else that really gets him going is watching you dance. He’d go to clubs with you more often just to see you dance, but he hates how the other men in the club practically undress you with their eyes. Félix can be extremely possessive when he sees the way other men look at you, so he’d rather have you put on a private little show for him at home instead. He loves watching you sway to the music, but his favorite is when you climb onto his lap and grind against him or brush your chest against his. If he had more free time, he’d ask for you to give him a lap dance every goddamn day.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

It may be hypocritical of him because of all the affairs he’s had, but he will not share you with anyone under any circumstances. He expects you to be loyal to him, and even if your relationship is more casual, he expects you not to see anyone else. If another man ever tries to flirt with you or does anything that pisses Félix off, all hell breaks loose. Another hard ‘no’ for him is anything that might inflict pain on him while you’re the one in charge. He’s fine with being restrained and submissive, but things like face slapping or choking are a turn off for him unless you’re asking for him to do it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Félix is not ashamed to say that he definitely prefers receiving oral from you. There’s no way he could turn down the chance to watch you wrap your lips around his cock. Although he prefers receiving, that’s not to say that he doesn’t also enjoy eating you out. It gives him as much pleasure as it gives you when he sees (or tastes) the effect he has on your body. He loves how much you praise him and how your body shakes from the pleasure. Félix is incredibly skilled with his mouth, and you love the way his beard feels against your skin when he kisses a path down your body.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

He switches between pace the same way that he switches between dominance and submission; it relies on whatever mood he’s in. You both love taking your time with each other, but when Félix comes home after a bad day, things get pretty heated in the bedroom. When he’s stressed or angry, he takes out all his frustrations on you. Expect a sore ass and wobbly legs the next day because Félix gets really rough when something sets him off. Sometimes you have to remind him to take it easy because he tends to manhandle you when he’s really pissed off. You don’t complain too much though because it always turns you on when he throws you onto the bed or pushes your head into the mattress while he fucks you from behind. On the other hand, when Félix is in a better mood, he is sweet and attentive. Whenever he feels vulnerable, that’s when he makes love to you slowly and intimately. You can’t choose which pace you like better because either way is enjoyable to you. Sometimes, both of you crave intimacy, and sometimes you just want to be fucked hard. Félix definitely delivers on both ends of the spectrum.

Q = Quickie (Their opinion on quickies rather than proper sex, how often)

Quickies are a staple in your relationship since Félix is always so busy. Sometimes he wishes he could take his time with you, but both of you know that his business comes first. For this reason, he’d rather just rely on many quickies throughout the week than making time to see you for longer periods. It’s something that has definitely brought up fights before, so Félix tries to be better at making plans with you instead of putting work first all the time. You win some and lose some with Félix, but he’s the man you fell for so you can’t complain about his ambitious nature. Mostly, you settle for the quickies and pray that he’ll take a day off soon so that the two of you can spend it in bed.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment, do they take risks)

Félix is always down to experiment in bed, but you’re normally the one who initiates it. When you met him, he was pretty old fashioned and vanilla, but you introduced him to kinkier things and he hasn’t gone back since then. He still relies on you to come up with new things to try in the bedroom. With his busy schedule, there isn’t much time for him to do research on ways to spice things up, but whenever you suggest something new, he’s always open to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go, how long do they last)

He’s ashamed to admit it, but after such long and exhausting days, Félix doesn’t have much left in him to go for many rounds. He can always push himself to last as long as you need him to, but after both of you have cum once, it normally ends there. You could never complain though, because he always makes sure you have a good time and that you’re satisfied.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Before he met you, Félix didn’t own any toys. It was actually your idea to buy the handcuffs and the ball gag, and he was happy to let you buy any other toys that tickled your fancy. He has no problem with using toys in the bedroom, but only when he’s got time on his hands. Most of the time, the toys are only used on you. They’re especially convenient if Félix is too tired for sex but you’re in the mood to play. Sometimes, he’ll watch you use the toys on yourself, and he’ll give you orders on how he wants you to touch yourself with them. At that point, it doesn’t matter how tired he is; once you’re done touching yourself, he begs you to make him cum next before he falls asleep.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

After work, Félix is too impatient and too tired to draw foreplay out any longer than it has to be. Once you’re ready for him, he doesn’t see the point in continuing to tease you. When he’s feeling more patient and willing to put in the time, then he’s more inclined to tease you either with his words or with lingering touches. He loves watching you get all riled up when he whispers something dirty in your ear; the way you blush and bite your bottom lip makes him grin like a cocky bastard.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what noises do they make)

Félix isn’t too loud when he groans or grunts, but when it comes to dirty talking, he will not shut up. It doesn’t matter if he’s feeling dominant or submissive, he will say the filthiest things in your ear while he’s fucking you no matter the mood he’s in. When he’s dominant or taking out his frustration on you, he brags about how you love when he’s rough with you. Sometimes he acts condescending and might even resort to minor name-calling, but only in a way that you’re comfortable with. When he’s feeling submissive, his dirty talk is more desperate and sounds almost like begging, but he would never admit that afterwards. In those moments, he praises you and tells you how good you make him feel.

W = Wild Card (random headcanon)

Something that Félix wants to do more of is telephone sex. When things get too hectic at work but he’s looking for a release, he likes the convenience of calling you and getting off to your voice over the phone. Sometimes he doesn’t even do it to masturbate. If something sets him off and he needs to calm down, he calls you immediately and listens to your soothing voice so that he can relax. He might never say it, but you’re his anchor whenever something goes wrong with the Plazas or if he feels like things aren’t going his way.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive)

His sex drive is average, fluctuating with whatever mood he’s in. When he’s thinking of work, he doesn’t really yearn for anything sexual. Mostly, sex is spontaneous for Félix. Either something will tick him off and he’ll need to expel some energy through sex, or you’ll do something that turns him on and all of a sudden he needs you badly. Given how strong your relationship is with him, it’s easy for Félix to get in the mood spontaneously.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Félix almost always falls asleep before you, and you don’t mind at all. You know he works hard every day, and it’s clear that the stress takes a toll on him. After sex, you snuggle up to his chest and let him rest. When he’s with you, he falls into a deep slumber, and it’s the only time that he doesn’t feel tense or anxious. Félix may suck at showing it sometimes, but you mean the world to him, and he’s not going to let anything separate the two of you.

----------------

Anyone wanna be added to a Félix tag list?

#divswrites #narcos mexico #narcos mexico smut #narcos mexico fanfiction #narcos mexico fanfic #narcos smut #miguel angel felix gallardo #miguel angel felix gallardo x reader #miguel angel felix gallardo smut #felix gallardo #felix gallardo x reader #felix gallardo smut #diego luna #diego luna smut #diego luna fanfic #diego luna fanfiction

237 notes · View notes

dreams-of-the-arcana · 4 years ago

Text

A soft Kipos fic 🥰🥰🥰

Pairing: Tikos x Kipling Bronne ( @asras3rdeye’s OC)

Over the Seas

“... hey.”

“No.”

“But-“

“No.”

“It’s just, I don’t want to keep you if you-“

“Bee.”

“-Captainy things to do?”

A low rumbling chuckle shook the entwined pair.

“Captainy things?” Tikos’ voice was still heavy with sleep as he teased the gardener currently wrapped up in his arms.

Kipling blushed and buried her face in his chest further. It seemed like an important worry up until the words were out of her mouth. Suddenly the past five minutes she’d fretted over it seemed silly.

In the Captain’s cabin of the Charybdis’ Decent, the sun was just starting to filter through the intricate stained glass window at the back of the room. It was just enough light to throw weak colorful rays onto the pair in bed. Tikos stretched out leisurely with Kipling cuddled on his right side using his shoulder for a pillow. He’d managed to kick the blankets off himself during the night and seemed to have never made it back into any clothes. With her leg thrown over his own, Kip was fully aware and avoiding thinking about it too much.

It wasn’t close to the first time they’d been together but somehow it always felt so intense that it may well be.

“Don’t worry so much, Bee. I did the best Captainy thing I could,” he assured her. “I hired people who can run a ship without needing me constantly.”

Her face only felt hotter and he pulled her into a hug on top of him.

“I’m just...”

“We can turn around if you’re too nervous?” His tone was light but she knew he was being serious. If at any point she changed her mind they’d be right back to Vesuvia. But she wouldn’t, she was determined.

“No!... well, I am nervous but I still want to go.”

“You jus’ let me know. They can... be a lot to handle.”

Staying on course, the Charybdis’ Decent continued to draw closer to Nevivon. Where Kipling would be introduced to Tikos’ parents for the first time. Which was enough to be worried about already but adding on the inherit nerves with sailing for so long.

“Hey.”

Kipling looked to meet Tikos’ eye, he hadn’t put his patch back on either. He trusted her.

“Come here,” he purred and crooked a finger at her.

Kip leaned down closer on Tikos’ chest and he gently caught her lips with his own. It was a slow, soft, and sleepy kiss with no sense of urgency or motive. He took his time exploiting every trick he knew she liked before pulling away to lean his forehead against hers.

“They’re going to love you. Know how I know?”

She had an idea but stayed silent.

“Because I love you.”

Her cheeks flamed with a blush but she couldn’t keep the happy smile off her face at those words. They enjoyed a moment of just being overjoyed. Then he ran a hand up her bare thigh that currently straddled him and Kip opened her eyes to his usual cheeky grin.

“Besides, I know the best stress relief, aye?”

“... aye.”

Only a few hours later, Nevivon was in full view sparkling in the sunlight.

“LAND! NEVIVON IN SIGHT!”

The shout from a crew member drew a smile from Tikos. It’d been some time since he’d been to visit. It seemed like whenever he had a free moment he was likely to be found in Vesuvia. Not that the crew teased him incessantly about it but, well, what else is family for?

“Ah! Smell that beautiful sea air!” Tikos took in a deep breath aboard the deck as he manned the wheel. Kipling rolled her eyes at him playfully. She sat nearby working on finishing up the bracelets she was making for his parents. They were beautiful and full of seashells the pair had collected on adventures.

“I have been since we set sail.”

He grinned at his companion.

“Aye but it’s so much better when land is in sight. Makes me never want to leave.”

“As much as I love looking at the ocean and your ship, I would really like to see a plant again soon.”

“Of course you do, Honeybee. And so you shall.”

They enjoyed the short back-and-forth as the ship came into dock.

Finally, it was time to disembark. Surprisingly to Tikos, they managed to get their feet on the dock before two loud commanding voices rang out.

“Zori!!”

“Tizos!!”

Tikos held Kipling’s hand and gave it a squeeze.

“μητέρα! татко!”* He called out.

A thin woman with long black curls streaked with grey pushed her way past the crew and spotted them.

“το μωρό μου!”*

Behind her came a large man with short white hair and kind brown eyes.

“Γεια σου!”*

The woman rushed towards them and pulled Tikos down for a hug while rapidly firing off in their native language. Then her eyes gravitated towards Kipling and her smile grew even bigger as she pulled her in for a hug as well.

“Ey, μητέρα, in Vesuvian please.” Tikos said to his Mother as she tried to speak to Kip.

“Oh yes! Vesuvian! My darling girl, welcome, welcome! We are so happy to meet you! And to see our boy! Oh Tizos! It’s been so long! Everyone is wanting to see you and your beautiful woman! Yes! We made a big feast!”

“Ayy, ay, љубов моја*. Let her breathe! Come now, she’s not going to disappear.”

Tikos cut in as his Mother shot his Father a cross look. He could sense the argument and decided to spare Kipling for now. The two of them could argue for days some times.

“Let me introduce you. μητέρα, татко, this is Kipling Bronne.”

“It’s wonderful to meet you!” Kip spoke up, quietly thankful that Tikos gave her an opening. In only a minute she understood where he got his love of talking.

“Aye, όμορφο κορίτσι*, we’re looking forward to getting to know you. I’m Thalia and this is my husband Adrijan but you may just call us Lia and Adri.”

Finally releasing Kipling, Lia turned her attention back to Tikos and launched into her usual barrage of questions. Why are you so skinny, why have you been away so long, who’s cutting your hair, etc. Adri took the opportunity to shake Kipling’s hand and place a kiss on her cheek in greeting.

“Don’t mind Lia, she’s very excitable.”

Kip smiled back at him and nodded.

“I think I know someone like that as well,” she said and glanced over at Tikos who had dissolved into his native tongue and was speaking just as fast as Lia back and forth. Adri laughed and gestured up the dock for them.

Kip and Adri chatted as they led the small group back up into Nevivon to their small house. Lia and Tikos seemed to never even break in their bickering for air.

The day was just as much a whirlwind as the beginning and Kipling found herself completely immersed in the Katsaros-Yakinthos family. ‘Relatives’ of all kinds popped in throughout the day to see them and bring gifts while Lia and Adri were eager to hear all about Kip and her life. The gardener worried about seeming boring next to all the excitement but the two hung on her every word with fascination and smiles. Especially when Kip told them she was a gardener as they admitted they couldn’t keep a plant alive no matter how hard they tried. Kip offered to give them some advice but soon she had a whole crowd of lifelong seafarers stopping to listen as they passed by.

In no time at all to her, Kipling found herself out of breath sitting by a bonfire on a beach while Tikos continued dancing with a myriad of people to lively music. She watched him as he moved so easily with a genuine smile that seemed so natural on his face. While he’d offered to sit with her she’d waved him off, it was much better to admire him from her vantage point. It was as if the years just melted off of him and he looked his age for once. For all his laid back attitude and easy smiles she realized he was still carrying so many scars inside and out. While she sat she pulled the bracelets back out to continue on them. They weren’t quite finished yet and she hadn’t really had a moment to focus on them.

“Do you mind?”

A voice broke her out of her thoughts and Kip looked up to see Lia gesturing to the seat next to her.

“No! Not at all.”

“Wonderful,” Lia smiled and sat down with a content sigh. “Ah what a day it has been!”

Kip nodded in agreement, keeping her hands moving but glancing up occasionally.

“It warms this Mother’s heart to see her only child so happy,” she spoke slowly for once and with great purpose.

“If... if you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you have any more? I was surprised when Tikos told me he was an only child.”

“No child, ask me whatever you wish. It is a simple answer. Adri and I were great enemies for many years. Too proud to give up our feud over the sea. When we finally realized our love we thought it was too late for any children at all. Zotikos was a gift. From the sky, the sea, whoever. A most wonderful gift.”

Lia looked over and smiled with Kip.

“He is very taken with you.”

That brought the heat rushing back up to Kip’s cheeks and she shyly looked back at her hands.

“I am happy. I feared he would be too stubborn like Adri and I,” she laughed. “He’s never brought someone home so we know you are special.”

“Never?” Somehow the knowledge that she was the only person he’d brought home to meet his parents made everything seem so much more... intimate.

“No. He has never even mentioned another before. Now you might say he could just keep things from his old Mother but no, he would tell me if he met someone.”

Kip looked back at her pirate dancing without a care in the world. She wondered if he’d been lonely all this time. Then she turned back to Lia and held out the completed bracelets for her and Adri.

“For you both, I wanted to give them to you earlier but… you know…,” she gestured broadly while trying to find the right words.

Lia laughed and nodded, not needing anymore explanation. She held a wrist out so Kipling could put the bracelet on her.

“I love it, όμορφο κορίτσι.” Lia assured her and gave her a fond kiss on the cheek.

Despite the nerves, the long voyage, and the overwhelming day Kipling realized that she’d grown to understand her lover much deeper. Maybe that made it all worth it. She liked to think it did.

Sitting there by the fire while surrounded by joy and laughter. Opening up new sides of one Zotikos Orion Katsaros-Yakinthos, mystery pirate who had always seemed so carefree. A warmth started to spread in her heart that blossomed when a single brown eye found hers.

—-

Combination of Greek and Macedonian words

μητέρα - Mother

татко - Father

το μωρό μου - My baby

Γεια σου - A welcome

љубов моја - My love

όμορφο κορίτσι - Beautiful girl

#the arcana #the arcana game #fan apprentice #arcana apprentice #arcana oc #other people’s oc #arcana fanfic #tikos the pirate #Tikos x Kipling #meeting the parents #kippling bronne #kipos

13 notes · View notes

elfy-elf-imagines · 4 years ago

Text

Cruel Summer | Orophin

Pairing: Orophin x Human!reader

Genre: Angst with some fluff at the end

Warnings: Heartbreak; unrequited feelings...??

Words: ~5,222 (oh boy is it a long one)

Note: If you’d like to be added to a tag list for any of my works, there’s a link on my page! I hope you all enjoy this one, it was a real treat to write! ♡

“I didn’t realise a forest could be so beautiful,” you whispered, staring in awe at the towering trees that shined like silver. The night sky was nothing new to you, nor the moon and the stars, yet they seemed more captivating in Lothlorien than anywhere else. The moon burned as bright if not brighter than the sun, illuminating everything in its silvery glow. Stars dotted the sky, glistening like bright torches in a dark room.

Lothlorien had been beautiful during the day time, the golden leaves so vibrant and unreal, you could swear someone painted them. You’d thought that beauty would be unmatched until night fell. Everything once golden and blinding is now soft and silver, the trees glittering like fine jewels. And it was perfect, the inner peace and calm Lothlorien brought to you was unmatched.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, gaining your attention. Turning around you see Orophin, still wearing his grey cloak that marked him a Warden of Lorien and the light armor all the rangers wore. His silvery hair that would’ve put any Targaryen to shame was pulled back in its typical fashion. He was beautiful-- well all elves were beautiful, something you’d learned rather quickly, but Orophin radiated another type of beauty. His beauty was more akin to a predator luring in it’s prey of choice with enchanting words and a pretty face, luring you into a thrilling game you always lost.

You knew he was dangerous, an alarm in the back of your mind going off every time he gets too close or graces you with a look that was lethal to your wellbeing. But instead of sending you running like it should have, it lured you in closer and closer, like a moth drawn to a flame. It’s dangerous-- he’s dangerous.

But you never seem to listen.

“I ithil a elena thind in ennerion na i er nin,” he said, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. A smile that promised nothing but pain and heartbreak, but also the thrill that comes with gambling, even when you know you’re going to lose. And you will lose, it’s just a matter of when and not if.

“That’s not fair, you know I can hardly understand Sindarin, especially not when you speak it so fast,” you said, your eyebrows furrowing the slightest as you scowled. Orophin raised an ashen eyebrow at you, and you couldn’t help but feel envious at the lack of lines on his perfectly smooth forehead. His grin widened as his eyes glinted with mischief, and slowly like a prowling lion, he moved towards you.

“I said, you are beautiful my dear, but you would’ve known that if you would pay attention during our lessons.” he said, eyes noticeably tracing your form. Your face flushed red immediately, images of you and Orophin, tangled together in your room, nothing but a sweaty flustered mess in your bed. Heat spread through your body as you remembered his icy lips on your hot body.

And he knew it, that bastard knew the effect he had on you. It was obvious in his expression, like a cat that got the cream.

“Or maybe you aren’t as great of a teacher as you like to think?” you shot back, mentally throwing ice cold water on yourself. Get a grip you idiot!

“Oh? My lady wounds me! How will I ever hope to recover from such harsh words? Please, tell Rumil I’ve never enjoyed his singing and tell Haldir ho na burui hon in a adaneth,” he proclaimed, snickering towards the end. You pinched the bridge of your nose and exhaled loudly.

“Orophin! How am I supposed to tell Haldir what you said… if I can’t understand you?”

One.

Two.

Three steps.

Orophin waas close enough that you’re sure he could hear how rapidly your heart was beating against your chest, how uneven and shallow you breathing was. His eyes glanced down your form, slowly travelling back up to your face. His pale blue eyes glittered like sapphires as his soft hand reached out to touch you. His long fingers delicately traced your body, leaving you a shivering mess as you attempted to maintain a calm composure. Your head was nothing but static as your face grew hotter with each passing second, despite the cold air hitting you.

“Well then perhaps we continue those lessons?” he asked, the smirk on his face growing wider with each unsteady inhale of air.

“Right now?” you managed to say, your voice barely above a whisper.

He simply nodded his head, his smirk turning into a full blown grin. It was wicked and fatal and positively sinful. You attempted to pull back, your mind screaming at you to not fall back into what you knew to be a honey trap. But instead of backwards you moved forward, desperate to get as close as physically possible to him, but even then it wasn’t enough.

“But someone could see, the Warden’s heavily patrol this close to the city,” you said, eyes widening a fraction as you stare up at Orophin. His finger moves up your body and to your face, tracing your cheekbones with a phantom touch.

“Let’s hope they have enough courtesy to not interrupt, these lessons are paramount to your stay here in Galadhrim.”

Before you could even breath, he brought his face down towards the crook of your neck. And when his face was only a few centimeters away from making contact with your skin, he paused. The warm breath that hit your skin felt like a frost storm compared to the heat building in you.

“Im innas na harno cin, nin lend lóth”

“Im innas na harno cin, nin lend lóth.” The phrase felt jagged and rough, the elven dialect still foreign from your lips, while Orophin’s were smooth as silk.

“Good, it seems you’ve learned more than originally thought,” he muttered, the vibration of his voice sent a shiver up your spine, leaving a tingling sensation in its wake. You couldn’t do anything, your mind nothing more than a pile of mush. All you can do is nod, anticipating the next move Orophin made.

“What does it mean?” you asked, voice so quiet you were sure he didn’t hear.

After what seemed like eternity, but in reality was only a minute, Orphan placed his soft lips against your neck, leaving behind feather light kisses as he moved up your neck, onto your jawline, and up towards your cheeks. He pulled away just a hair as you watched him with wide eyes, desperate for him to do something.

“It means, my dear, we have a long night ahead of us.” he whispered. He graced you with one more wicked grin before closing the gap between the two of you, his lips firmly pressed against yours.

o0o0o0o

The pillow beneath your neck was plush and soft, your body nearly melting into a puddle, sinking into the heavenly mattress that supported your tense body. A silk blanket was haphazardly strewn across your body, crumpled and bunching in places. As was usual in Lothlorien, the night sky was beautiful. From your location, the moon was out of sight, but the stars burned so bright you hardly noticed as their light trickled in from the open roof of your talan. The air was cooling against your hot skin, a welcomed change in temperature.

The soft melody of elves singing in the distance would normally lull you to sleep, their angelic voices drawing out your thoughts, but tonight it grated against your ears. You clenched the delicate blanket in your hands, finger causing crinkles in the soft fabric as it threatened to tear. But you weren’t mad at them or their heavenly singing that was without a single flaw, no it was something unrelated to singing, but very much including elves.

“Are you trying to ruin your duvet, meril nin,”

And like clockwork, the very source of your anger and confusion waltzed into your room as if it was his. The lighthearted easiness he carried himself with was a matching set to the smirk that always seemed to be tugging on his lips. But his eyes, his eyes were different this time. You were never good at reading people, even worse when it came to elves who’ve had hundreds of years to practice controlling their emotions. Yet even you could tell there was something different in them tonight. Maybe it was the starlight and the way it shined down upon him, casting a halo atop his beautiful silvery hair. A part of you wondered if you could cut a piece and sell it off to an unsuspecting merchant and pass it off as silver that’s been turned to thread.

“What do you want Orophin, it’s late?” your tone was exasperated and tired. It always seemed like one thing or another with Orophin that would just leave you more confused than sated.

“To see you of course!” he exclaimed, a jovial expression perfectly placed on his face. His eyes were alight with wonder and excitement, his lips curling into a grin filled with promises of fun and bad ideas.

“Well I need to sleep.”

He just raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at you, but otherwise seemed undeterred. He took long strides towards your bed, closing the already miniscule distance between the two of you. Before you could even blink more than three times, he sat on your bed, languidly leaning back until he was lying atop your thighs. He looked at you with wide eyes and fluttered his lashes at you.

“Why are you so grumpy, meril? I thought humans had fun,” he teased, lifting his hand and tapping the end of your nose with his finger, booping you like a cute pet. You couldn’t tell if it was demeaning or downright adorable.

“I’m not grumpy.”

“Yes you are my dear.” He pushed himself up just enough to swing one leg over you, now straddling your thighs. He began crawling up your body until his knees were flesh with your hips, hands resting beside your head. He leaned down, until there was only a few inches in between.

Your skin was on fire, burning hotter and hotter with each second that passed. Your eyes searched his face for anything to clue you in on his motives, despite already knowing them. Maybe you were just hoping for something different than the usual procedure.

“Perhaps I can offer some assistance?”

A smirk appeared on his face, eyes shining in the pale light streaming in from the open rooftop. It was trouble, you knew that, but maybe the fallout wouldn’t be so bad. So against your better judgement, you leaned forward, connecting your lips with his.

His lips were as sweet and soft as they normally were, the scent of him lulling you deeper and deeper into euphoric bliss, like a wave pulling you deeper and deeper into the ocean. All reason left your brain, the only thing it could focus on being him and the feeling of his body pressed against you. You reach a hand up, tangling it in his silver hair. It slides through your fingertips like silk, falling from your hand like a waterfall. Your hand wandered up until you met the braids that held the front pieces of his hair back. You scrape your fingers along his scalp before trailing your hand down. You graze the very tip of his ear, light as a feather.

He lets out a gasp, the sound swallowed by your mouth. He pulls away for a moment, migrating his lips from your mouth down and down until he’s leaving angel kisses along your neck.

Then like being woken from a deep sleep with a piercing scream, your eyes shot open. You pull your hands away from Orophin, cradling your hand as if he burnt the flesh. You sit up and attempt to catch your breath, feeling like you ran 10 miles without a break.

“We need to stop.”

“Why meril?” a sly smirk appeared on his face, as he began to crawl towards you to close the new distance between you two, only pausing when you held a hand out.

“I’m serious, Orophin,” your voice was stern and confident, the opposite of the chaos that was in your brain. Worldesly, he moves off of you, opting to sit on the other side of you, feet hanging over the side of the bed.

“What is it?”

“What are we?” you said, he opens his mouth, but you cut him off, already not liking the glint in his eyes. “I’m being serious.”

A sigh escaped his mouth, causing your heart rate to increase and your anxiety to kick into overdrive.

The dreaded conversation you always knew would come.

“I thought we were just, you know, having fun.” The words cut into you like a knife, the pain almost physical.

“Oh.”

“It’s just, it’s difficult, I thought you knew that.” he said, some frustration leaking into his voice, whether it was directed at you or him, you didn’t know. “Us together would just be too difficult.” The knife embedded in your heart twists.

“How can you say that when we aren’t even trying?” you exclaimed, the words rushed and your voice crackling at odd spots.

“Because I know it to be true.” he said. His voice was short and cold, something you never associated with the warmth Orophin usually radiated.

You stutter, your brain short circuiting as you attempt to process everything.

And when your brain finally caught up, Orophin was gone, disappearing into the night.

o0o0o0o

“You lean too heavily to your right, did you know that?”

You jumped, not far, but enough to break the intense concentration you moments prior had. In your fright, the hand tightly gripping the bow string loosen and before you could react the arrow was released. It pathetically sailed through the arrow, bearing too far to the right. It only managed to get halfway through the training ground before it fell to the ground, like a limp noodle.

Whirling your body, a scowl overcoming your face, you saw Orophin. He was only a few paces away from you, holding a bright red apple that he brought to his mouth and took a bite from. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes when he started making exaggerated noises of delight, his eyes shut as if the apple was the most euphoric thing he'd tasted.

“What was that for?” you exclaimed, your very short fuse exploding. “You ruined a perfectly good shot!”

He finished chewing the piece of apple he bit off and then tossed it into the trees. One ashen eyebrow quirked at you as Orophin sauntered towards you, walking with the relaxed confidence only he could manage and a sly smirk on his face. Like clockwork, your heart began pounding in your chest and your face heated up.

And he knew it too, you could see it in the way his smirk widened just a fraction and his eyes lit up with amusement.

So you just scowled deeper, narrowing your eyes at him in hope of convincing not only him, but yourself that he didn’t have any effect on you.

Biggest lie of the century.

“If it was perfectly good it would’ve hit the target?” he said, his words teasing and light.

“Well it would’ve if you didn’t distract me!” you replied. You were seething, not because of the arrow, but because of Orophin. He was confusing and infuriating, and perfect in every way. And you hated yourself, hated yourself because you couldn’t hate him, not really.

“Are you saying I’m distracting? My lady, I am flattered that you can’t focus on anything just by merely hearing my voice!” he exclaimed, smirk contorting into a full blown smile. It’s blindingly bright and captivating, everything the sun shining down on Lothlorien was.

“That’s not that I said you i-idiot!”

“Really? That’s what I heard,” he replied, closing the distance between the two of you. He stopped a few inches away from you, close enough that you could hear his heartbeat and feel his breath fanning against you, and if you tried hard enough, you’d momentarily make contact if you breathed hard enough. The intoxicating scent of trees, rain, and something else that was distinctly Orophin. You hated how dizzy it made you feel and you hated that it was easily the sweetest smell you’ve experienced.

He placed his hand on your tense shoulder and began to turn your body. With eyebrows that nearly touched your hairline, you opened your mouth, prepared to demand to know his intentions, but nothing came out except for a pitiful squawk. He turned your body until you were facing the direction of the training field, staring straight at the target you previously attempted to hit.

“Relax, you’re as tense as Haldir when we’re on patrol.” He practically purred in your ear, the air from his words tickling your ear in a way that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“What are you doing?” You were cautious and on high alert, full well knowing how things with Orophin usually ended.

“Fixing your form. it’s not bad for a human, but you’re with the Eldar now,” he whispered. Orophin wrapped one arm around your waist and brought the other one to rest underneath the elbow of your bow arm. His touch was light and delicate, feeling more like the caress of a ghost than a corporeal person. And like a machine, you brought the bow up into position, placing a fresh arrow into proper position with a single fluid movement.

“I also wanted to apologize for last night. I should not have stormed out the way I did.”

“It’s okay,” you said, your voice hoarse and rough, like a sharp rock.

“It’s not, but I appreciate the sentiment. Now let’s get back to the archery lesson, mell nin.”

“Mell nin. That means my dear?” You turned to face him, eyes widened like a doe as you carefully watched his face. His eyes locked with yours, his grip on you tightening ever so slightly. He grinned at you with a look more radiant and shining than before. Gods, you could go blind if you stared at him for too long, but it would be worth it. Blindness wouldn’t be so bad if his face would be burned into your mind for the rest of your life.

“You’ve been catching on”

“Sometimes I listen,” you replied, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb the quiet aura that encapsulated the two of you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Orophin this soft with you, usually he was all mischief and sex appeal. But now he was… at ease and relaxed, like he didn’t have to put on any airs.

It was… nice.

Your lips tilted upwards as your eyes shined like starlight. Your erratic heartbeat slowed until it was in time with Orophin’s. Your eyes flickered down to his lips then back to his eyes. He followed your movements, not eyeing you like a predator but with… something else. Something you’ve seen the elves share with their husband or wife, the type of softness and vulnerability only present with someone you really care about.

And you know, without a shadow of a doubt where Orophin’s thoughts stood seeing as he verbalised them last night in your room. You knew he didn't see this going anywhere permanent. Yet the look in his eyes and the complete ease he has around you says otherwise.

And then it’s suddenly cold. And before you have a chance to even blink, Orophin is gone, again.

o0o0o0o

“You can come out now, you pointy eared dummy!” you yelled, flailing your arms wildly as you do so, the wine bottle precariously held in your fingertips slipping and falling to the ground. Your eyes follow it, watching with wide eyes as the bottle hits the forest floor, bubbly liquid pouring out of the open top.

“Shit,” you muttered, but made no move to pick it up.

“That’s not very nice,” a soft melodic voice said from behind you. It was beautiful and light… you hated it. Whirling around, your legs wobbled as you began to lose your balance. Orophin surged forward to steady you, but you slapped his arm away.

“Don-- don’t touch me. No means no Oro,” you said, stumbling backwards until you fell to the ground, landing on your butt. Pain immediately flared up in the area, a pathetic whimper leaving your mouth.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, moving towards you with slow and exaggerated movements, treating you like a scared baby. The thought caused you to scoff. You probably were a baby to half of the people here. Stupid elves and their stupid immortality.

“Yes, emotionally and physically,” you said, closing your eyes and holding your head up, attempting to keep a sliver of your dignity. “But mainly physically right now.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much then.” Once he was close enough, Orophin sat on the ground, his knees ghosting your skin. It burned like hot coals, singing the skin.

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink more!” You pointed a finger at him and scowled, attempting to appear menacing. And in your mind, you were, except your finger couldn’t stay still and your face looked more like a pouting puppy than a fearsome killer. It would’ve made Orophin laugh if not for the sorrow poorly hidden in your eyes and your current pathetic state. He didn’t have to ask, he knew it was because of him.

“I haven’t had any wine today,” he said, using the same tone he did when he found you alone in the Lorien woods all those months ago. When he had to coax you out from behind the mallorn trees after narrowly escaping a pack of orcs that got too close to Lorien.

“Not my problem.”

“Of course! I must bear this burden on my own, my lady.” His tone was overly exaggerated. Against your better judgement, a smirk pulled at the corner of your lips, faint chuckle escaping between your lips.

“There’s that smile,” he teased, reaching forward and poking your cheek.

“Stop treating me like a child you stupid dolphin fin,” you muttered angrily, swatting at his invading hand. “I’m an adult you know.”

“Of course you are.”

“And don’t you forget it, buster!” You pointed a finger in his general direction, eyes still firmly shut.

The two of you sit in silence for a moment, allowing the quiet atmosphere to swallow you whole. Orophin sighed, moving so he sat beside you, careful to not touch you.

“What’s wrong meleth? Why did you drink so much? Normally it’s near impossible to get you to drink more than two glasses when we’re together,” His voice is quiet and serious.

‘Don’t call me love like that, you fool. You don’t love me, not really,” you muttered, leaning your head against the tree behind you. The silver bark is softer than you thought it would’ve been. Certainly not as rough and coarse as the ones back home.

“And how do you know that?” His eyes burned into your skin, like the sun bouncing off of a magnifying glass and incinerating small ants.

“In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the one who said we couldn’t be together.” you said, opening your eyes for the first time since he sat by you. You searched his face for anything, but you couldn’t read him, probably due to your state of intoxication.

“That’s not wh--” he began but you promptly cut him off by placing your hand over his mouth.

“But it’s how it was received. I get it Orophin, I’m human you're an elf,--” you obnoxiously exaggerated the word. “--your oil and I’m water, I get it now, don’t worry. It’s cool, there were no rules, so it’s on me that I let it get this far,” You told him.

And you tried. You really tried to sound unbothered and nonchalant, to be as cold as ice. But the words were hollow, exposing how hurt you really were.

Stupid elf.

“You have to understand how diff--” Once again, you cut him off, the words being swallowed by the palm of your hand.

“No, you don’t understand. I’ve played your little game for months and I’m tired of it. You hear me? Tired!” you exclaimed. You leaned forward and attempted to stand from your sitting position, however as soon as you moved, the world around you grew fuzzy, Orophin multiplying into two.

“Be careful,” he snapped at you as he reached out to grab a hold of you. He pulled you from the ground, but you violently ripped away from him.

“Don’t touch me you-- you, you big dummy!” you yelled, pushing him away and onto the forest floor. The fall was broken by the lush greenery that covers the Lorien first floor, so he easily scrambled up. You stumbled away, in your mind moving at the speed of lightning, however you were only able to get five paces away before falling to the ground.

Tears of frustration and sadness built up in your eyes, your hands clenching tightly into fists. Hot tears streamed down your face, as you lay there on the floor like a baby throwing a tantrum. You smacked your fist against the ground, the throbbing pain dulled by alcohol.

“I hate you, you know that? I hate you because I really don’t,” you muttered, already knowing Orophin was standing behind you. He said nothing and you couldn’t decide if that was better or worse.

“I just- I don’t want to do this anymore. I don’t want to keep sneaking around like I’m some horrible secret. I don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep getting small pieces of you.”

You turned and looked at him, eyes tear stained and your face splotching and red. God you were a mess. And in the glimmer of the starlight, you saw a faint stream of tears falling down his cheeks, landing on the ground. God, they even cry pretty.

“Y/N--” he began, taking a single step towards you, causing you to scoot forward, sliding across the forest like a toddler who can’t walk right.

“God, I love you, and that’s probably the worst thing you’ve ever heard,” you muttered. Your mind no longer felt foggy from the wine, your eyes glossy from tears and not a state of intoxication. You stood up, and walked away, leaving Orophin behind. And the hand he held outstretched towards you slowly fell limp as he watched you walk away.

o0o0o0o

It had been months since you’d last spoken to Orophin. Time passed agonizingly slow, minutes becoming centuries, yet everything felt like a haze at the same time. Every day regret would beat against you, pushing you further and further into a never ending abyss. It was odd not having Orophin intruding on your day in some way, scarily enough, it was almost like Orophin was never there. The phantom of where he used to touch you burned like ice until you were nearly numb all over your body.

God it was hell, trying to keep up with his whirlwind of emotions, trying to decipher if you were just having a fun time or if he truly cared for you. It was exhausting being in a constant state of turmoil, your heart bleeding nearly every second, only to be lazily patched up with every kiss. But at least you had a piece of him, even if it was just a sliver.

You did everything to give off the illusion of being preoccupied. You went wandering through the forest collecting flowers, you practiced embroidering and then practiced again, you read the same three books over and over again, but everything always came back to Orophin. And for that you were glad he was gone with the other Wardens, patrolling the forest. The orcs were growing more bold in their attacks, so Haldir increased the watch and the Warden’s time away. You didn’t trust your self control, and if Orophin was just within your grasp, you would’ve caved long ago. Falling back into him and whatever he was willing to give you, only to begin the hellish cycle all over again.

For once you were grateful for Haldir’s extreme dedication to his job.

So now you lay in your favorite clearing, lazily flipping through a book you’ve already memorized, the grass cocooning you, leaving angel kisses on your body. The sound of grass crumpling beneath someone’s step brought you from your thoughts. Looking up, you saw Orophin, standing with the trees. He was wearing his Lorien cloak, weaved in every color of the forest to better conceal the wearer, and his leather armor with his bow loosely held at his side.

You stared at him and he looked back. His eyes were wide and hopeful, nearly glossy in the light. His lips were pulled in a thin line, and you could see him chewing on the inside of his lips.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, slowly closing your book and placing it beside you. You sat up, but didn't stand. You refuse to be the one to leave.

“You were wrong.”

“What?” you asked, eyes narrowed at him as you purse your lips.

“You were wrong.” he stated again, as if it would suddenly become clearer to you.

“I don’t under--” you began but he cut you off. Like the wind, he rushed towards you, his bow forgotten on the forest floor where he used to stand. He slid onto his knees so he was level with you, grasping your hands in his and surged forward, the force knocking you to the ground.

“What are you--” You started to say, face immediately turning red and your heart rate increasing. And then he’s kissing you. Not with his usual playfulness, or the lust that laced every touch, but it was nice and soft and sweet. More akin to an innocent first kiss rather than the fire he usually possessed. And as soon as his lips were on you, they were off, but he didn’t move, and you didn’t want him to.

“You were wrong. It isn’t the worst thing I’ve ever heard.” he muttered, his breath tickling your lips.

Oh.

In that moment it clicked, the foggy memoires you have of that night coming back to you. You’d uttered that exact phrase to him, “I love you, and that’s probably the worst thing you ever heard.” Against your better judgement, a small smile forms on your lips and this time it was you closing the distance.

“I love you, meleth nin. I. Love. You.” he punctuated each word with a kiss, causing your skin to burn where his lips touched. “And I’m sorry I refused to admit it for so long.”

“You better be,” you replied, pulling his body closer to you, if that was physically possible.

“Does this mean I’m forgiven?” he asked, pulling away from your lips. You smirked at him, eyes alight with the mischief that was missing for so long.

“No, but that could be earned,” you said, playing with the fine hair at the nape of his neck.

“I must warn you, it’s going to be a lot of hard work,” you teased, pressing your lips to the corner of his lips. A small whine left his mouth as he attempted to capture your lips fully with his.

“Then it’s a good thing I’m a dedicated Warden.”

“We’ll see about that.”

o0o0o0o

Tags:

@kenobiguacamole | @aearonnin | @emiliessketches | @vibratingbones | @ranhanabi777

#orophin x reader #orophin imagine #orophin #Orophin x human!reader #human!reader #lord of the rings #lord of the rings imagine #lord of the rings oneshot #lord of the rings Drabble #LOTR #lotr imagine #lotr oneshot #lothlorien #lothlorien elves #Lothlorien Imagine #unrequited love #angst with a happy ending

122 notes · View notes

smarchit · 4 years ago

Text

Poetry for an Heiress, Chapter 6

Word Count: 5.8k (omg!!!)

Summary: When a duchess and her children are abandoned far from home, they must rely on the kindness of one stranger to guide them home.

Warnings: None! (for this chapter)

A few weeks after Ezra had come to your daring rescue, you had begun to venture outside by yourself again. Your foot was feeling worlds better, allowing you to join your children back on the farm. The bruising was nearly gone as well, though after he'd thoroughly examined it once he was sure you were well, Ezra retracted his original statement that you'd merely twisted it.

"Hairline fracture, Princess," he explained as he held your foot in his lap. "Quite common, really. Not technically a break."

Currently, you were tending to the herb and flower garden you had so lovingly brought back to life since you'd arrived here. Large blossoms loomed over your head, set to bloom any day now. The herbs had been in use for some time now, and since you'd gotten injured, you hadn't been able to do much in the way of caring for the poor garden. The children had watered it per your instructions, but the ground was covered in weeds that needed to be cleared.

You'd tried to supervise the children and instruct them on what to pull and it very nearly resulted in the savage murder of a tiny oregano plant by the hand of your youngest. After that, you relied on Henry and Aiden to pull up the larger weeds that threatened the tender plants.

Now you were elbow deep in dirt, in a veins attempt to yank out a large blue-leaf spore plant by the taproot. It was the best form of therapy, you'd told Ezra. And he was inclined to agree with you once he saw your smile. It seemed to draw him closer to you as he approached and handed you a glass of water, which you heartily accepted.

He lowered himself to the grass beside you and hummed at the pile of weeds beside you. "Busy today, I see?"

You nodded and sat back, groaning softly at the way your back protested at the lack of movement. "This one's giving me trouble," you said, gesturing to the spore plant.

Ezra chuckled. "You're going at it the wrong way, just trying to tear it straight out. See, the Caeruluncus Sporangium has these hook-like roots that kind of dig into the dirt like a claw. Wiggle it from side to side -- see if that does the trick."

Sure enough, as you wiggled the plant around in the dirt, you could feel its grip loosen. Soon, you were able to pull it free, including the long tap root that was nearly as long as your arm. You could see the hooked roots and grimaced at how horrifying it was. "I'm impressed you knew that," you replied. "I've never dealt with a weed quite like that."

Ezra smiled and picked a tiny clover you'd missed. He examined it for a moment before he tucked it into your hair. "The hooks worked surprisingly well in a pinch to close a suture when nothing else was on hand. I only know the old Latin by chance, it seems. A partner I had some years back was a botanist. He knew all the scientific names for every damn plant we came across. I think he made some of the names up."

You touched the clover in your hair and blushed slightly. These past few days, Ezra had somehow gotten softer with you, if that were even possible. You often wondered if he thought he was going to lose you that day in the river. The same thought had crossed your mind once or twice. Would he have taken care of your children? Or would he try to get the back to your family without a thought?

Henry ran over to you just then, clutching a section of a heavy chain in his hands. He showed it excitedly to Ezra, nearly bouncing out of his skin. "What is it? Is this from a dig?"

Ezra studied the chain for a moment, turning it in his hand to inspect the links. He nodded and handed it back. "I suspect it was part of a dig at one point. That's Federation-forged extraterrestrial steel. You can see the stamps here. Some of the fields around here were dig sites a while back. They turned it all into farm land when they were finished. Settled the land they tore up."

Henry grinned and crouched down beside Ezra to look at the tiny Federation stamp on a few of the links. He lifted his glasses so he could see the tiny details that had been branded into the metal. "Not pirates?"

"Now don't sound so disappointed! But no, son, not pirates," Ezra chuckled. "Though I imagine someone called prospectors and harvesters similar terms at some point in time."

You sat back to watch them both, a warmth spreading through you at their interaction. The children really did love him. They never once had a bad thing to say about him. He never got upset at them, never raised his voice. He had been patient from the start. And you had been so nervous that he might have ulterior motives.

No, you thought, Ezra would care for the children if something had happened to you. If you had not survived your tumble, he would most certainly love the children like they were his own. He did it right from the start, even when he had little to gain.

As if he were tuned to your thoughts like it was his favorite radio station, Ezra lifted his head to grin at you. He looked back at Henry and advised him to be careful in the fields before he sent him off.

"Something weighing on your mind, Princess?" he asked, moving a bit closer to you. He brushed a leaf from your sleeve and held the tiny thing in his hand for a moment, rubbing his thumb over the waxy texture.

"Oh, I was just thinking," you murmured, looking back down at the much-improved garden. You sighed when Ezra pressed you to continue. "I was thinking about... what would have happened if I had- if something had happened to me and I couldn't look after the children anymore."

Ezra raised a brow, intrigued by your question. He scooted closer on his knees so that he was directly in front of you. "You're asking me what I would have done with your children had I not been able to save you from the river?" He waited for you to nod before continuing. "I would have done everything I could to give them a proper life. I would have continued to provide for them as I have been, all the while searching for their family."

You took a deep breath and nodded, satisfied with his response. You had known it all along, but hearing it come directly from him felt different somehow. It felt more real this way.

"Shall I continue to keep you company, Princess, or would you like to continue your work in private?" Ezra smiled and nudged you with his shoulder. "I would offer to help, though I fear you would be dissatisfied with my work."

"I'm sure I would find proper use for your handiwork," you hummed. A dark blush crept across your face at his salacious grin. Realizing the double meaning to your words, you gasped and covered your mouth with your hand. "Oh, I apologize!"

Ezra let out a loud laugh and reached for your wrist. He gently pulled your hand from your mouth and held it in his own. "No need to apologize. I'm sure you're right. I suppose I wouldn't be too rusty." He let go of your hand and brought his own up to cup your cheek, swiping some dirt away with his thumb.

Your face grew even hotter at his gesture and you tried to look away to compose yourself. Ezra gently tilted your chin back up so you were looking at him. This time, you didn't look away. It felt right.

"Princess, I--" Ezra was leaning closer to you now, his eyes flicking down to your mouth.

"Mama!" Marie screeched from the other side of the yard. "Aiden pushed me in the mud!"

You both abruptly pulled away and looked around, hoping the children hadn't seen. The two of you were still sitting close enough to feel the heat radiating off of each other. Ezra coughed nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I'm sorry," you said softly as you stood up.

Ezra grabbed your hand as you turned to go and you looked back at him, more than surprised. "Princess, I'm going to the market tomorrow. Would you care to join me?"

You smiled and then nodded. "Of course. I would like that very much. But what about the children?"

"Would they be alright on their own?" he asked. He stood up with a grunt of pain and leaned down to brush his knees off. "We could always bring them with us."

You glanced over your shoulder to where the children were playing before nodding. "I suppose we could bring them with us. With you, they'll be on their best behavior."

Ezra smiled and nodded, his expression almost boyish. He had that crooked smile on his face when he turned towards the children.

You bit your lip and smiled at the thought of him wanting to care for and love the children even in your absence. The entire idea of him loving and caring for them made you admire him even more. Suddenly, you realized that perhaps you'd felt this way about him for quite some time, and not just in the past few weeks.

A slow smile made its way across your face as you saw him scoop Marie up and tuck her under his arm. He spun around with her in a circle before he crouched down and examined an apparent bruise she'd sustained from where Aiden had shoved her.

He was the only thing that even vaguely resembled a father that Marie had ever known. Ezra had stepped into the role so easily it felt as though he were the missing page to a book that you thought had been completed long ago.

"Now, children," you said as you walked beside Ezra, your arm in his. "What are the rules?"

"Don't touch things that don't belong to us," Aiden mumbled. He was tossing a rubber ball back and forth in his hands, keeping himself occupied on the short walk to town.

"Keep our hands in our pockets or behind our backs," Henry said, clasping his own hands behind his back.

You turned to look expectantly at Marie as she skipped along beside you. When she didn't acknowledge you right away you cleared your throat to get her attention.

"Oh! Keep our voices down and mind our manners!" she exclaimed. She reached for your hand and tugged on it. "Is that right, mama?"

"Yes, little bug," you praised with a fond smile. "That was perfect."

You approached the town and warned the children to watch their step on the uneven path. The glass that had littered the ground on your first trip though had been mostly cleared, save for a few sparkling pieces left in between the cracked asphalt.

"The Emporium is first," Ezra said, nodding at a nondescript yellow brick building. The front window had been blown out long ago, with a translucent tarp over the hole. "U steel, I shoot" was written in at least three languages on the tarp, as well as a simple picture that portrayed the same message.

"Oh, relax," Ezra said with a chuckle when he noticed your apprehension. "Marta loves kids. She's got two grandbabies of her own a couple cycles' travel from here. She'll be thrilled to have your flock in her store."

"And we'll be well behaved," Henry promised. "Won't we, Aiden? See, mama. Don't worry!"

You sighed and then nodded. "Alright, but you see the sign! You understand what it says! Come on, little ones."

Together, the four of you entered the shop through the squeaky door. You winced at the grating sound it made against the metal floor.

You poked around the shelves as Ezra meandered his way around the clutter on the floor as he made his way to the counter.

The store itself had a wide variety of goods to choose from: housewares, tools, bulbs. Staple proteins for harvesters to toss into their clips, ammo, a few items of basic thermal clothing. Everything that would be needed for a scavenging expedition on the far reaches of a hostile planet.

Ezra was chatting with an older woman at the counter. She was at least seventy, her gray hair pulled into a loose bun at the nape of her neck. Her right hand was missing two fingers, you noticed, as she reached on a shelf to grab a jar of starter for baking. When she turned back to Ezra, you saw the long jagged scar that cut up from her lip to her eyebrow, marring her weathered face.

"Oh, Marta," Ezra said with a wide smile as he turned to you. "You have royalty in your store today. A duchess and her three children. They're staying with me while we hatch a plan to get them home."

Marta chuckled and smiled at you. "And here I thought Hosea was spewing more cow shit when he told me. Guess I owe him some money after all. My apologies for the language. Marta Davis, your highness."

You blushed at her formality and gave her your name, at which she smiled broadly. "Please, you don't have to be so formal. I find that I enjoy the more genuine company. These are my three children, Aiden, Henry, and Marie." The children bowed and clumsily curtsied as you introduced them.

Marta beamed at them and walked out from behind the counter to stand before them. She greeted each of the children individually and asked them a few questions to try and get to know them.

Ezra had been right. She loved children, and they were at least minding their manners when they spoke with her.

You smiled and stood beside Ezra and helped put some items in his backpack while he crossed them off the list and scribbled the prices down in the margins. There were a few more things on the paper and you weren't sure if you could get them here or not.

Marta turned back to you and smiled, nodding at the children. "Politest customers I've ever had, miss. I don't get much civility from farm hands and miners. Never got it with aurelac harvesters either. I'm sure Ezra can attest to that."

Ezra chuckled and nodded. "They can be a rough and tough bunch, that is true. Though I would hope that you never had an issue with my company."

Marta playfully rolled her eyes and nodded. "Never. It's gonna be fifteen today, Ezra."

He nodded and handed her the money from his pack before he grabbed his list from the counter. He swung it onto his shoulders with ease and nodded to you. "Onto the next, Princess."

You corralled the children by the door and gestured for them to say thank you to Marta before you opened the front door and ushered them out.

Ezra was already chatting with someone by the time you made it outside. You suspected much of Ezra's time in town was spent talking to people, and it made you wonder why he didn't live closer to town. He enjoyed people's company, so why live in a near exile?

The man he was talking to was about ten years or so Ezra's junior, with shoulder length red hair, half pulled back and sharp, steel blue eyes. He crossed his arms and nodded at something Ezra said before he laughed.

"I'm finally finished with it, Ez," the man said with a sigh. "I put a rush on it for you. No one had any parts to spare, but I made it work. Rix has that old combine collector that I took the belt off, but that only gets you to the Northern Vivicomb Belts."

"Thank you, Charlie," he said. "That is plenty far enough for her. I simply wish it didn't have to be over so soon." Ezra sighed and shook his head. He opened his mouth to say something else, but stopped when the younger man nodded in your direction. He turned to face you with a warm smile. "Princess, this is Charlie, I recently enlisted his help to get you a ship home. No one on Muir has a better hand for fixing pods and ships."

"My head is already big enough, Ezra," Charlie teased. He bowed his head towards you. "Duchess. Good to put a face to the name."

"It's nice to meet you too," you said with a smile. "So you have a ship for us?"

"I do indeed," he chuckled. "Little in terms of an actual ship. I finished it earlier this afternoon. Fit together and with many additional parts, not to mention countless hours of love and care to get you and your, ah, flock, as Ezra puts it, back home."

Ezra smiled and offered his arm to you once again. "Keep me posted. I expect our fair Princess is weary of our little hovel."

"I'm siphoning fuel off of the Veskar - Darla's crew's vessel. Should be a few days more. Maybe tomorrow at the earliest."

You frowned and touched Ezra's hand as you looped your arm through his. You hoped that he wasn't under the impression you wanted to leave so quickly. You'd actually grown fond of Muir, or at the very least the small part of it you had seen.

Charlie waved you off as Ezra led you down the street to the next store on the block. Judging by the sign, it was a little butcher shop. The sign out front had a few items listed for the day, with a few already crossed off.

"You can wait outside if you'd like," Ezra offered, letting your arm drop. He smiled at you and then the children. "I will only be a second."

You nodded and held onto his backpack while he entered the tiny shop. The children had found a little family of large bugs crawling on the street and followed them with a stick in hand. Marie stood beside you, one fist holding tight to your dress, the other hand against her mouth as she sucked on her fingers.

A few moments later, Ezra emerged with a brown paper wrapped bundle in his arm. You held open the bag for him and he dropped it inside before he took the bag from you.

"One more, Princess," he hummed. He gestured for the children to join you as he walked down the street. The children followed him happily and you quickly caught up with them.

Ezra didn't seem particularly bothered with the statement he gave Charlie. Did he really want you gone that badly? It had felt like he genuinely enjoyed your company, but now you weren't so sure. The very thought upset you and you found yourself lagging behind.

The last stop was a tiny shop, unassuming and signless. Through the tinted glass window, you spotted a few stacks of worn yellow books, well read and well loved. Ezra turned to you and smiled. "I have a few to trade in, do you mind?"

You shook your head and offered a small smile of your own. "I don't mind, please take all the time you need."

"I won't be long," he hummed as he opened the door to the shop. "I know exactly what I'm looking for."

A few minutes later, Ezra emerged from the bookshop with a handful of new stories. He handed them to you so you could put them in the backpack with ease.

"I got something for you as well, Princess," he said with a smile. "You'll love it."

"Oh?" you blushed a bit and reached for Marie's hand so you could begin your walk back.

Ezra nodded and patted the front pocket on his jacket. "I will keep it here, safe, until I can present it to you properly."

"I look forward to it," you hummed, ducking your head so he couldn't see your smile in the fading light of day. The thing about Ezra, you found, was that he knew if you were smiling whether or not he could see your face.

He chuckled and led the way for you all back to the farm. He held your hand when you crossed over the little brook at the edge of the property so you could step over with ease.

The children giggled when you slipped on the gravel and toppled into his chest. You blushed and looked at him as he righted you on your feet.

Ezra smiled and apologized for his arm at your waist, but you dismissed his apology with a shake of your head. His hand felt warm at the small of your back and even when he took his hand away, you could still feel the warmth there.

"Go take this into the house," Ezra said. He slid the bag off his shoulders and handed it to Aiden. "All three of you. Go on now."

When the children stood there, still looking expectantly at you, you nodded your head towards the house. "You heard him. Go on."

The three of them giggled and slowly walked back towards the house, throwing occasional glances over their shoulders at the two of you. Marie stood by the front door to watch, but Henry ushered her inside.

"Princess, I... Duchess," Ezra corrected himself with a cough. "I was wondering if perhaps you and I could talk?"

You felt yourself pale slightly. A talk was never a good thing, and though Ezra didn't strike you as the type to be serious, it still made you nervous. What could he possibly want to talk about? Maybe you were too big a burden on his farm? Perhaps financially, he couldn't cope? Or was it that encounter in the garden yesterday? That almost kiss? Did you over step? "What is it?"

"Now you look like you've seen a ghost," he chuckled, touching your hand lightly. "It's not a serious talk, though I suppose one might consider it so." He trailed off at the end and looked down at his boots.

If you hadn't been before, you certainly were curious now. He never seemed so nervous in conversation. Normally, he was always so steady and confident in his words. You nodded for him to continue.

"Would you like to take a little picnic with me?" he asked. "Just the two of us? Not that I mind the company of your flock, but I feel you and I should have some time to ourselves as adults to--"

"I would love to," you said softly, bringing your hand up to touch his shoulder. "But who will watch the children? We can't leave them alone, they're just little."

Ezra shook his head. "You're right, it simply isn't in the cards for you and I, I suppose." He sighed and turned away from you to go back towards the house.

You frowned and reached for his hand. "Ezra, wait. What about supper - after the children go to sleep?"

He turned back to you and smiled at your idea. He seemed relieved that you'd had your own suggestion, and that you appeared eager to go with him. "That seems a fine idea to me, Princess. I would be more than happy to honor that request."

"Tonight?" you asked softly. It felt as though your heart was going to burst into a thousand stars. You only hoped Ezra couldn't hear how fast it was beating.

Ezra stepped closer to you and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Tonight sounds wonderful, Princess. I will need a while to get everything ready, but I am sure that by the time you put your flock down, I will be finished."

You nodded and looked towards the house where you could still spot the children peeking through the doorway, eagerly waiting for you both.

A few hours later, after the children had been fed, bathed, and read to, you found yourself in your room, staring at your reflection in the tiny mirror beside the door. You had no fancy dresses like the ones back in the palace, but you admit you had grown accustomed to the simple wardrobe you had here at the farm. You didn't know what to wear for your evening picnic with Ezra, but you selected a plain white sundress that he'd complimented the first time you wore it.

You checked on the children one last time, making sure they were fast asleep, before you crept down the stairs and into the garden. Ezra had promised you would know where to find him.

The garden was dark, lit only by the blue tint of the moon above. You followed the fence to the edge of the garden, keeping one hand on the posts. At the edge of the property, you found Ezra beneath a willow tree, bent low to light one final candle.

As he turned to you, his face was illuminated by the soft yellow light of candles and lanterns. He moved aside and gestured to the quilt that he had laid on the grass against the tree.

"It's not much, Princess," he admitted, "But I still hope it is as good as a garden party in your palace."

Your eyes welled up with tears as you looked at everything. He'd set out a few pillows on the blanket to make it comfortable. There were a few books he had brought as well, though you didn't recognize a few of the titles. A little basket of food was off to the side, filled with a little bottle of wine and some pastries you had offhandedly mentioned weeks ago. It was perfect.

"Oh, Ezra," you breathed. "This -- this is far better than any garden party. I can't believe this! You did all of this?"

Ezra chuckled and looked at everything he had set up. "I admit I didn't do this on my own. I did have some pointers from your flock. I enlisted their help a few days ago."

You laughed and nodded because, of course he would have asked the children. Looking back, they had been acting a bit odd these last few days. It all made sense now, of course.

He took your hand and helped you sit down on the quilt. He offered you a glass of wine, apologizing for its poor quality, before he joined you on the ground.

You looked around once again before you bit your lip and leaned against him, resting your head on his shoulder. It was a cool night, and you suddenly regretted not bringing an extra blanket as you cuddled against him. Ezra, it would seem, had come prepared. He pulled a knit blanket from a basket beside him and covered your shoulders with it.

You hummed in appreciation and closed your eyes, listening to the nearby brook that bordered the property. The symphonic cacophony of nightly insects filled the air as the moon rose higher in the sky, nearly lulling you to sleep.

Suddenly, Ezra spoke, the deep timbre of his voice breaking the otherwise easy silence. "Let me not to the marriage of true minds/Admit impediments. Love is not love, which alters when it alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove. Oh no! It is an ever fixed mark."

You looked up at him, slightly confused. He had his eyes closed, his head tilted back and resting against the tree. There was a waver to his voice, as if what he was saying frightened him. It took a moment for you to realize it was a poem. You smiled and pressed your head against his chest. His heartbeat was so loud against his ribs you were almost worried for him as he continued the poem. You reached for his shaking hand as it rested between his thighs to calm him.

"If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved." The closing line of Ezra's poem was nearly a whisper, breathed out like a holy prayer meant only for you. Slowly, he opened his eyes and looked at you, and moved his hand to raise your chin so he could look at you. He sat up a little straighter, his dark eyes scanning your face, searching for hesitation or uncertainty. When he found none, he slowly pressed his lips against yours, savoring the warmth of your mouth against his.

You closed your eyes and smiled against his lips. A warmth exploded in your chest, flooding you with emotions you hadn't felt in so long. A tear slid down your cheek and Ezra quickly pulled away when he felt his cheeks grow damp.

"Princess, I am so sorry," he breathed, an apologetic expression on his face. He brushed your tear away and bit his lip, waiting for you to say something. Or to storm off.

"For what?" you asked, a little confused. You still felt the electric buzz of him against your lips.

"If that was untoward or uncalled for, I cannot apologize enough," he replied. "Forgive me. I merely--"

You surged forward and kissed him again, hoping this cleared up whatever he was about to say. It would be a complete lie if you had said you didn't want it.

After a few moments, he broke free, panting softly as his lips brushed your cheek. His sharp nose traced your cheekbone as he pressed little kisses to your jaw.

"As much as I wish to continue and take this further, Princess," he hummed, his lips pressed to your ear. "I do believe we have an audience." He gestured with a nod behind you towards the house.

You turned to see three little heads peering at you from the kitchen doorway. They tried to duck out of the way, so you couldn't see them, and you turned back to Ezra with a smile. He caught your lips again and hummed appreciatively when you moved to deepen the kiss.

"Thank you," you whispered breathlessly when you pulled away. "This was perfect, Ezra. I truly can't thank you enough for this. I wish this moment would never end."

"Then stay," he murmured. "Here on Muir, with me. Don't go back."

"I wish we could," you said softly. "You offered us your home when we needed it. You were right there for us. And this place is so wonderful. I've never seen the children so happy."

Ezra beamed and settled back against the tree. "Your children, Princess, they love it here. And I have grown quite fond of them myself."

"They love you," you said with a small smile. You lay your head on his chest and closed your eyes. "They simply adore you."

"And, you know," he said softly. "They do need a sort of father around. I must admit, the thought never occurred to me before I met you. Me, a father - could you imagine?"

You lifted your head to look at him with a fond smile. "Would it surprise you if I said I could?"

Ezra blushed a bit and looked away sheepishly. "You realize what you are saying. I am not a liar, Princess. Not in this instance, anyway."

You sat up a bit and turned his face to look into his eyes. "Ezra, I admit it would be absolutely wonderful. I would love nothing more than to stay here with you. It would make me so happy. But the children and I, we must go home - back to the palace."

He looked at you and then nodded. It seemed as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. At the same time, however, he looked ashen and scared. You knew that expression on his face - he had poured out his own emotions to you and you had to turn him down.

"It doesn't change how I feel about you, Princess," he said softly. "You or your children. And as much as I wish you could stay here, I know you need to go."

"Come with us? Please?"

Ezra shook his head. "I can't. A court is no place for a scoundrel like me. You know that as well as I do. Think of what they would say. No, this is where I belong. And you - well you deserve the best. Fancy dresses, and lavish parties."

"But who will read me poetry?" you asked softly.

"I am sure you will find someone who deserves you, Princess," he murmured. He opened his jacket pocket and presented a palm-sized, cream colored book. "Romantic poems: 1600-2100. I had to pick it up when we were in town. I want you to have it so you know you are truly deserving of someone who makes you feel every emotion in that book."

You held it close to your chest and let the tears flow down your cheeks. It was going to crush you when you woke up every day to a cold room larger than the house you had stayed in over the past few months.

The two of you sat there long after the moon had disappeared behind the house. You had started to fall asleep, warm and safe against Ezra's chest, but he gently woke you, pressing his lips to your forehead.

"Princess," he said softly between feather light kisses. "I would like nothing more than to stay suspended in this moment forever, yet I fear we would both fall ill should we stay till morning. Shall we go back home?"

"Oh, must we?" you asked, voice heavy with sleep. You sat up when Ezra shuffled to stand.

He gathered the pillows and basket in a bundle and offered his hand to help you up. "I'll clean this up later. Come on, let's go back."

You took his and stood, making sure the poetry book he had given you was in your hand, should it get ruined. As you both walked back to the house, you spared one last glance at the willow tree where now your heart resided.

Ezra guided you up the dark staircase to your bedroom, softly counting the ten stairs to the top. He gently took your hand when you reached the door and pulled you back to him.

You kissed him sweetly, wrapping your arms around his neck. A fire began to burn in your belly and you pulled him closer.

Ezra pulled away with a hum and smiled, gently bumping his nose against yours. "I am sorry, Princess," he murmured, giving you another kiss. "I must decline, if only tonight. One day, I will draw constellations on your skin and whisper poetry between your thighs."

"Oh, do you promise?" you whispered, cupping his face in your hands.

"With my whole heart, I do."

******************

TAGLIST: If you want to be added, please let me know! @the-feckless-wonder @gallowsjoker @phoenixhalliwell @huliabitch @lestrange2703 @miscellaneous-mando

#prospect #ezra x reader #ezra x you #no use of y/n #My writing #pedro pascal #poetry for an heiress

27 notes · View notes