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camryn-haitani · 4 months ago

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My Favorite You

Bang Chan x Reader

PT. 3

chan has been very frustrated, from overworking himself and sexually. with producing stray kids new album to taking care of his band mates. changbin notices that chan has been snapping a lot and very easily, so he does what every good friend does and shows chan his favorite camgirl <3

TW: SMUT, cursing, talking about cheating in past relationships, mention of narcissistic ex, and using reader only for sex, jokingly say you’ll peg chan, teasing, nude sending, p in v sex, unprotected sex, sub chan, dom reader, implied that reader has big tittys, lil hand kink, some phone sex, masturbating (both of yall), videoing (bang chan films himself), fingering (fem recieving), name calling (mommy, good boy, pretty boy, doll, darling), titty fucking, pussy eating, tummy bulge, cervix kissing (ig), toy use (both you and him), hair pulling, edging and overstimulation, lil slaps, aftercare

in case you don’t know, /srs= serious /hj= half joking /j= joking

i’m also putting in “contact names” at the top of the start of the chat so it won’t get confusing. sorry to the other 2 parts that i didn’t do that for

one more thing, (i’m sorry ik this is long) but i did use fonts for this and it might not show up on some devices and i apologize for that

pt.1 pt.2

you and channie have had these video calls over the span of around 4 months. whether it was masturbating together, talking about yalls day, or just playing games with each other. chan was really starting to fall in love with you, and not just for your body.

even though you’ve only streamed for almost a year, no one has ever caught your attention like channie did. you didn’t start to fall in love with him because of his money, money that you had no idea where it comes from. it was how he talked to you, how he presented himself, and how he treated you.

all of your exes either entirely didn’t care about your needs and were narcissistic, only used you for your body and never cared about how you felt during it, or cheated through yalls entire relationship. you knew your channie would never do that, he loves you endlessly.

you two were having a simple conversation through text when he drops a bombshell on you.

my channieroo<3

my channieroo<3: ugh i hate packing for trips

Me: oooh where ya going :3

my channieroo<3: (whatever city you live in)

Me: …are you being /srs rn

my channieroo<3: yes, why?

Me: that’s the city i live in

my channieroo<3: WHAT

my channieroo<3: ARE YOU BEING /SRS RN

Me: YES CHANNIE

your heart raced at the thought of getting to see your channie in person. ugh, he made your pussy throb in more ways than you can count.

my channieroo<3: i suddenly love packing

Me: all i need is you, that cock, and your kisses

my channieroo<3: oh you’ll get that

my channieroo<3: trust me

Me: how about getting this cock, pretty boy /hj

my channieroo<3: i’m not opposed to it

Me: oh my 😮

you set your phone down to let him finish packing. your stomach twirls with butterflies as the thought of channie actually touching you with his hands makes you wanna cum right now.

chan flips the fuck out. he’s actually going to see you. he flops on the bed and kicks his feet like a lil school girl. channieroo is gonna meet his favorite girl.

*brrt* chan picks up his head from his pillow (yes he washed the pillow case) and answers his message.

changbinnie

changbinnie: hello my favorite music producer 🙂

Me: chabin

Me: i’m your only music producer

changbinnie: heh heh

changbinnie: chabin

Me: yk

Me: i don’t HAVE to get you your protein shakes every morning

changbinnie: no

changbinnie: not mi proteen shayks

ᴄʜᴀɴɢʙɪɴɴɪᴇ: ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍʏ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇʀ 🙂

➜Me: what do you want

changbinnie: i’ve noticed that you’ve been smiling a lot at your phone lately 👀

Me: that is neither here nor there

changbinnie: erm akshually🤓☝️

changbinnie: who’s the one who introduced you to her???

Me: fine

Me: i’ve gotten to know y/n for the past couple of months and i’ve really started to fall for her

changbinnie: no way

Incoming call from changbinnie ✔︎ or X

chan sighs and picks up the phone. “yes?” he answers. “tell me everything!” binnie yells.

chan goes through the entire story about you and him and binnie is eating it all up. you were their lil secret and they loved it.

but, what chan didn’t tell binnie was that they were about to take a trip to your city for 2 whole weeks. binnie of course knew about the trip but he didn’t know you lived there.

both of the two gossip girls talked for almost 3 hours, not realizing what time it was and both of them were barely packed. they actually stayed on the call while they finish packing (besties fr).

chan calls you because he’s ready for bed, he can’t fall asleep without you. the dial tone stops when you pick up, hearing that sweet voice say “hi y/nnie” like the start of every call between yall. both of you were so excited about seeing each other that yall barely got any sleep.

chan had to wake up early since he was driving the group to the airport. he made sure they all had their essentials ready, along with their tickets, phone chargers, headphones, and plenty of clothes.

one by one, they hop out of the car and thanked channie for driving them.

“thank you, bang chan.”

“thanks, chanchan.”

“thank ya, chan.”

“thank you, dad chan.”

“thanks, bang chan.”

“thank you, bang bang.”

“thank you, christopher.”

chan snaps his head to who the hell just called him his government name and his eyes land on the other australian. felix started to whistle and look up at the sky all innocently. chan narrows his eyes at him and continues to walk into the airport.

*brrt* chan feels his phone vibrate. he sees your contact name and immediately lights up.

my y/nnie<3

my y/nnie<3 has sent 3 attachments

my y/nnie<3: can’t wait to see you later

my y/nnie<3: i finally get to taste you after these long months

the most boner inducing, cock throbbing, orgasm ripping pictures were just sent to chan by you. he quickly saves them and hides his phone. “uhm i gotta take this call real quick. i’ll meet yall at the gate.” he says as he speed walks far away from the others.

chan immediately calls you and the sounds you’re making are not helping his situation. “he-hey, pretty boy. ‘m sorry, i need you so bad.” the squelching of your pussy fills chans ears as you ram your fingers into yourself.

“fuck, mommy. you have no idea what you do to me.” chan says quietly. he can’t touch himself because he’s in public, you’re making this so difficult for him. “i’ll see you later then, pretty boy.” your giggle before you hang up basically kills chan. he starts to think about things that’ll get his cock to settle down.

he hypes himself up and starts to walk to the terminal where the other members were at. “hey, chan!” han waves his hand so chan could find them. he walks over to them and starts to converse about whatever they were previously talking about.

“flight D67 from (point A) to (point B) is now boarding.” the flight attendant then repeats herself. “come on!!” I.N practically runs onto the plane. he’s the most excited than everyone, he’s like a kid in a candy store. they all find their respective seats and talk with each other.

the intercom interrupts their conversation to tell the passengers that they were taking off and to put their seatbelts on. chan sends a quick text to you saying that he’s taking off and won’t be able to talk :( but all he can think about is the sounds of your pussy from yalls phone call.

it’s been a couple of hours and chan is still rocking a boner. he can’t help it, your pussy sounds too good to forget. “imma run to the bathroom.” he tells (whoever you want next to him). he gets in the small and cramped bathroom and quickly locks the door.

he frees his achy, leaky, and heavy cock and immediately starts pumping it. pre-cum already helping his hand glide up and down. chan tugs his shirt in his mouth so he won’t make noise. he props his phone against the wall so you have a good view from his neck all the way down to his mid thigh. he spits on his hand for more help.

you. you were all over his mind like the damn plague. your body, your hands, your face, your lips. god, chan could cum right now, but he holds his ground and waits a little longer so you can have a show.

grazing his fingers over his tip, sliding more of his pre down him which makes him drip more of his cum and spit mix down his balls. his whimpers and moans are barely audible, trying his best to not let the others hear.

he can’t do it anymore, the thought of your pretty pussy wrapped around his heavy cock makes his head dizzy. he backs into the wall, trying to keep his balance since his legs felt dead, and makes a loud thud. his eyes widened, ‘that was loud.’ he thinks to himself. he quickly stops the video, cleans up his pools of cum, and gets out of there, quick.

“dude, you ok?” seungmin asks. “yeah, just tripped.” chan replies. he sits back down and fans his face to get rid of the redness of his cheeks. changbin gave him a knowing look and went back to his phone.

the rest of the flight went smoothly, other than the bursts of nervousness in chans stomach every now and then from the thought of actually meeting you.

once they landed, chans phone was bombarded with messages but he was only looking for one. he sent the video knowing he didn’t have service but once it finally sent, he’d knew you’d enjoy it.

my y/nnie<3: ugh i could watch you cum all day darling

blush spread across chans cheekbones as his face started to heat up. he pulled himself together and rented a car big enough for his 7 kids and drove to the hotel he booked.

my y/nnie<3 sent their location

chan swore he died, was brought back, and then died again. from the pinpoint of the location and the members hotel, you were only 20 minutes away. chan feels like a virgin by the way his cock gets so hard from just thinking about you. he makes sure everyone finds their respective rooms and make sure they’re settled in before going to his room.

he needs to come up with a plan. he can’t tell them that ‘oh by the way, i’m not gonna be here because imma be with this camgirl that i’ve shamelessly jerked off to for months and i genuinely think im in love with her. so bye.’

while he was sitting on his bed and contemplating what excuse to tell them, there’s a knock at the door. “who is it?” he asks. “lee know.” chan walks to the door to answer it. “thank you, bang chan. when are you leaving to go get it?” lee know asks as he smiles. “you’re welcome? and i’ll leave…. in a minute….” he says as lee know leaves. he has no idea what the hell just happened but goes along with it if it gets him out of the hotel.

chan is driving borderline over the speed limit. he needs to see you, feel you, kiss you, fuck you. “why’re there so many light?” he yells. as soon as the light turns green, he’s off.

he pulls up to the house, hoping it’s actually yours and you’re not pulling his leg and saying this was all a prank these past few months.

my y/nnie<3: i see you

my y/nnie<3: i’m coming

chans heart is in his throat. he’s really about to meet you. his mind races with every step he takes to get to your door, every second you’re getting closer to letting him in your house. ‘what if i cum in my pants?’ ‘what if i’m not good enough in bed for her?’ ‘what if i-‘ his thighs are interrupted by the door opening.

“hi, channieroo.” you wave your fingers at him like at the end of every stream. your camera doesn’t do you enough justice because you’re absolutely beautiful. the camera doesn’t highlight your eyes like they do right now. chan could spend hours analyzing your features.

chan stops staring and immediately kisses you. he needs this kiss more than his own life. you kiss him back, which he’s ever so grateful for, and you pull him inside your house, shut the door behind you, and interlock your fingers in his hair.

“shit, i’ve needed you since i first saw you.” chan says between breaths. “then have me, channie.” you say breathlessly. that made his cock throb more than ever. he’s finally holding you, kissing you, feeling you, everything that man has dreamed of is coming true in his arms.

you take him to your actual room instead of the streaming room. it’s so much different from your streaming room but chan pays no attention to it. all he cares about is you.

you twirl channie around and push him on your bed. you straddle him and start to grind onto his erection. he can’t even focus on the kiss anymore, head spinning with desire. his hands fall to your hips and push even harder into him.

you get up from his lap and go to your streaming room while channie looks at you like a lost puppy, wondering where his favorite person went. you come back with your black bullet vibe, the first toy he ever saw you use on yourself. you turn it on and place it on his cock through his pants. he bucks his hips up to make more contact.

chans head is swirling with lust, he feels like he’s going crazy. “ma-mommy, put it on my cock please.” he begs. “but, darling. lemme tease you. it’s my turn playing with you this time.” you continue to press it ever so lightly on his tip. you can see the pre-cum staining his pants.

your finally free his cock as it slaps against his stomach. you tease him by pressing your vibe harshly against his tip then softly along his shaft but if you’re feeling extra mean, you’ll drag it along his balls. he lets out these high pitched moans that bless your ears.

his thighs start to tense up, a sign you’ve picked up when he’s about to cum, and you take the vibe away from him. “wh-whyyyyy?” he drags out, “i was so close.” he grips your arms. “i wanna have some fun, darling. now be a good boy and listen to what i say.” he whines as his hands go above his head.

you take off your pants, slide your panties to the side, and straddle him again. “what’re youuuu ohhhh-” his lips fall open as you glide your wet pussy along his cock. chans tip catching your clit every time you push forward.

“mommy, i’m already so close again. please lemme cum.” he shouldn’t have said that but he did since he’s your good boy. you pick yourself up and flop on the bed beside him. you slide your panties off, put your feet on the bed, spread your legs and prop yourself up on your elbows. you don’t have to speak a word before chans devouring your sweet cunt.

your hand in his hair, your soft pants and moans, and channies arms around your thighs so you can’t run away. “such a…. sweet…. pussy mommy… has.” he says in between breaths. however, chan can’t help it, he’s rutting his hips into your mattress to feel some relief from being edged twice.

his movements become erratic while his moans become higher and higher. “you better not cum from eating me out, channie.” you warn him. “i’m sorry, mommy. can’t help it.” his eyes roll back as he came. he swore he just died and came back to life from that orgasm.

you grip his hair hard and pull him up to your eye level. “did i say you could cum?” you say. “no.” he responds lowly. “no what?” you say harshly. “no, mommy.” his eyes move away from yours. you’re quick to smack his cheek, not hard to leave a mark but hard enough to get his attention again. “since you wanna cum so bad, you’re gonna cum as many times as i want.”

channie whines at the thought of only cumming for you. you sit up to see the puddle of cum he left. you swing your legs under your legs, sit toward the edge of you bed, and take your shirt off. you keep your bra on since he doesn’t deserve to see them because he came without your permission. “come on, get to fuckin.” you demand.

channie pushes his cock through the bottom slit of your tits until he sees himself peeking through the top. one slide and he was already done. cum spurts onto your neck and your chest. “i’m sorry, mommy.” he apologizes. “i’m waiting.” you demand. “for what…?” he pants. “keep going. i told you your not stopping until i say so.” that got his cock going again. the thought of cumming over and over for you was his life goal.

you roll your eyes when he doesn’t fuck your tits like you told him to, you your started to move them yourself. you push together both of your tits and move then up and down. this made them tighter around his cock, milking more cum from him. he pants as he bites his palm. “i’m not doing all the work, i’m just getting you started. since i was so nice, thank me.” you stop your movements. “tha-….than…” he tries to get the words out but he can’t. “come on.. i’m waiting.” you tease. “thank you, mommy.” he manages.

he regains his strength to move his cock again. “i feel bad now. how about one more, pretty boy?” he has never nodded so quickly. channie puts all his strength into this last round. what really pushed him over the edge was when you stuck your tongue out so every time he pushed up, his sensitive tip touched your wet, hot tongue.

channie roughly fucked your tits has his orgasm hit him like a damn freight train. he flopped tummy first on the bed. you cleared your throat, trying to get his attention. he lets out a ‘hm’ as he looks up at you. his mouth starts to water when he sees you’re face down and ass up ready to take him.

he quickly gets up and lines himself up with your sopping cunt. he pushes himself in quite easily with how wet you were for him.

chan finally pushes all the way in you and he was wayyyy past kissing your cervix. he wrapped an arm around your waist when he felt it. he felt himself. he throbbed inside you when he realized how far he really was. “just fuck me, channie.” you beg. he leans down so he’s right by your ear. “this is all for you, mommy.” take all of me please.” he whispers.

he felt you clench around him as he finally start to move in you. the shear force of him fucking you was enough to knock your headboard into the wall, and hard enough to make dents.

chans eyes snapped wide open as he gets an idea. he grabs your vibe and presses it to your clit. you screaming and writhing with pleasure and his cock bullies into you and the vibration. you’re close and so is he. you’re surprised he held out for this long with him actually fucking you.

his orgasm comes quick but he’s even faster to fuck his cum back into you. your legs just about give out from your orgasm but channie catches you and lays you flat on your back. both of your panting makes the room hot. he holds you in his arms until yall are rudely interrupted.

i don’t know

i don’t know: so

i don’t know: where is it?

Me: uhm where’s what

i don’t know: my cat??

Me: tf do you mean “your cat”

i don’t know: changbin said you were getting me a cat

i don’t know: isn’t that why you’re not here at the hotel?

Me: are you fr

i don’t know: as serious as soonie, doongie, and dori’s 27 lives

Me: lee know, i hate to tell you this but im not getting you a cat

i don’t know: fine

i don’t know: but you’re telling them that they’re not getting another sibling. i’m not breaking that news

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PT. 4….? with a special guest???

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amourtoken · 4 months ago

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So I've slept like shit for days and in my exhausted state all I can think abt is this fucking image unfortunately so YALL SUFFER WITH ME also god this is so unedited and uncoordinated but forgive me I am psychotically sleep deprived

(tw in case anyone's bothered by mentions of partaking in the devils lettuce btw)

Can't see it without thinking of being squished between the two of them on the already too small couch at the lake house. Jack invited you over, promising to get you high and offer up plenty of snacks afterwards. Not that you'd ever need an excuse to spend time with him, but how could you ever turn that down?

When you arrived you didn't expect Quinn to be there but by no means were you complaining. You feel like you rarely see him nowadays so of course your best friends oldest brother is a welcomed sight. You'd dropped everything at the door and Jack all but drags you down onto the couch, his hands lingering on your hips a little longer than what could be considered normal. Again, you can't complain.

It takes no time to get you just as high as they were, a handful of hits had a comforting warmth spread through your body until you felt like you were melting into the cushions with a contented sigh. Your face was pressed against Jack's shoulder and you could feel Quinn's thigh pressed up against yours, if you weren't leaning into Jack then he'd probably be even closer.

When was the last time you really looked at your best friend? Like really looked? You swear you don't remember him being so...pretty. He's always been pretty but not like this. Right?

Your eyes traveled down his arm, watching him roll a few extra for later. The way his fingers moved made your insides heat up and the way his eyebrows knit together when he's focused has become insanely endearing. He feels so warm against you you can't help but nuzzle your face further against his arm, tucking your face against his neck when he finishes up and finally leans back. Jack's arm instinctively tightens around your shoulders to keep you close, his head tilts back against the couch cushions and you can visibly watch the tension in his body ease away. The mix of his cologne and the smell of smoke lingering has your thighs squeezing together, fuck.

Jack's hand squeezes your shoulder gently before sliding down to your waist to sit more comfortably. You thought you would've been more shocked to feel Quinn's hand tracing little shapes on your thigh but nothing could bother you right now. You feel weightless, it's been ages since you've had the chance to smoke maybe that's why it's hitting you so hard? Quinn's hand on your thigh snakes down to your knee, hooking under it and dragging it to sit over his own so your legs were spread wide.

"You doin' okay, pretty girl? All you gotta do is say the word and we'll stop okay?"

Jack's free hand tilted your face up to meet his, making sure you were paying attention. The eye contact made you feel small, and it felt like your heartbeat fell from your chest to settle between your legs. You would've squeezed them together again if Quinn hadn't kept them forced open, his hand kneading at the soft skin of your inner thigh. Everywhere his fingers trailed felt hot, like he was transferring an electric current through your skin. Are you sure this is real? This seems a little too coordinated.

Just as Jack leaned in for a kiss, Quinn's fingers slid under the hem of your shorts, brushing your clit through the fabric and making your hips jerk involuntarily. The kiss muffled the sound of your whines, not that it really mattered since no one was home yet. Quinn worked your shorts down your legs while you were occupied with Jack, tapping your thigh to get you to lift your hips for him enough to slide them off. You're so attentive, doing so good for him. Without the pesky fabric in the way he could really do whatever he wanted now, thankfully.

Much to your displeasure Jack pulled away from the kiss, short strings of saliva connecting the two of you before breaking off as he got too far away. His hands slid down your torso to drag your shirt up and off your body, leaving you totally stripped for them. You felt extra exposed since they were totally dressed but it only added to the buzzing in your skull from earlier.

Theres barely enough room on the couch as is but they'd make it work. Jack shifted to turn sideways, dragging you into his lap so you were both facing Quinn at the other end. Your brain was so fuzzy you happily let them maneuver you however they needed, leaning back against Jack's chest like it's second nature. His body heat felt like it was melting you from the inside out and you knew you really weren't in your right mind but if this were actually a dream you'd be upset to wake up from it.

Quinn's hands immediately worked their way back between your thighs, Jack's legs keeping yours spread conveniently for his brother.

"Fuck, pussy's so pretty- bet you taste so fuckin' good-"

Quinn's voice sounded strained, he didn't wanna make this all about him but he needed to feel you one way or another. His fingers barely brushed your slit and came back drenched in your slick, you're really enjoying yourself, huh? You thought you'd pass out seeing Quinn bringing his fingers up to lick you off of them but you scrambled to hang onto whatever was left of your mind by tiny threads.

It took no effort to sink two of his fingers deep into you, laughing to himself at the way your back arched so harshly when he scissored them inside you. The wet sound of Quinn's fingers fucking into you made your face heat up, you tried to hide it by burying your face against Jack's neck but it was pointless. As Quinn stretched you out, Jack's hands roamed your body like it was his job to map out every inch and commit you to memory. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples just to hear you whine his name, you could feel his cock twitch in his sweats from behind you every time his name rolled off your tongue. Its never sounded sweeter than when it's falling from your lips, he's sure.

Quinn's fingers curved just right inside you to hit spots that made your eyes roll back, you're sure you couldn't replicate his efforts if you tried and in the back of your mind you dread the day you'll have to. Jack left one of his hands to knead at your tits while the other trailed down your body to help unravel you just a little bit faster, circling your clit while Quinn focused on filling you up. You've never felt the coil in your stomach twist up so fast in your life, it felt like you could barely catch your breath and your thighs were shaking terribly. You'd think you've done this a hundred times the way they seemingly know just how to please you.

"Gonna cum for us, pretty girl? I know you're close, it's okay. We want you to feel good, baby"

Jack pressed a kiss to your temple to reassure you, the pet name making you clench around Quinn's fingers. Everything felt so out of control, your nails sunk into Jack's forearm for some leverage before you tipped over the edge of your orgasm with a pathetic yelp. Quinn worked another finger into you to work you through it, the feel of you pulsing around them made his cock strain against his pants so hard it hurt. Black spots flooded your vision heavily and you held onto Jack like he was the only thing keeping you glued to earth in this moment. As far as you're concerned, it's the truth.

"That's it, fuck- you're doing so good for us, angel. Good girl."

"I got you baby, don't worry. Just wanna make you feel good."

It took ages for your vision to clear up but your legs never stopped shaking, there's no way you'd be standing anytime soon. Jack's arms tightened around your waist to keep you steady and you could feel him grinding against your ass from behind before you even opened your eyes again. God he felt big but the feel of Quinn's slapping his tip against your clit jerked you out of your haze quickly.

"Think you can handle another round, baby?"

#Jack #Quinn #Jack hughes smut #jack hughes x reader #Quinn hughes smut #quinn hughes x reader

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dinogoofymutated · 5 months ago

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Okay, since requests are open, I wanted to ask for something, especially after seeing that you are comfortable with most male characters.

I present:

Scott Summers x fem!reader who's just a little too rebelious and annoying for his taste but he still can't help but love her? Like, enemies to lovers kind of style?

If you want to do a oneshot or headcanons is up to you, I'm just starving for Scott content.

Don't know, if you wanna do is, especially since he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I thought "hey, give it a try, maybe she wants to try someting different" so here I go

Anyway, love your work, you#re amazing <3

Cyclops/GN!Reader I've had this prompt saved in my drafts for SO LONG. Basically since the moment it came in!! I was so happy you sent this in bc i had been thinking about writing for Scott, but then I couldn't think of a good enough way to carry this out so I waited on it for a good bit until I had it down to a science!! Hope you enjoy!! Man, I started writing this and then realised I had to make a banner for him too 😭 I did this to myself tho Most of the characters I write for are written as combinations from different x-men media, but I'm still figuring out how I want to characterise Scott since he's a new character for me. Just wanted to put this out there in case I change how I write for him in future fics. (also, let me know how you feel about him in this one! Tell me if yall think I should tweak his attitude a bit :) ) Edit from the future: I started this draft so long ago and damn did it turn out long. TWs: Idk at the moment, will add if I think of any! Reader has a specific power that is kinda vague at first. I've written them out at the very bottom BUT if u read u will spoil the surprise of the fic so fair warning

Scott does not like you. At least, not anymore.

You've known each other for a long time, both coming to Xavier's school within weeks of each other. You used to be friends- or at least friendly. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves and your powers, a gap began to form, and then continued to grow once both of you became members of the x-men.

It's not like he didn't notice your tendency for rebellious behavior before, but on the field? the two of you clashed more than ever. He's doing his best out here, and the last thing he needs as a leader is both you and Logan going out of your way to put yourselves in dangerous situations because you think you know better.

And the moment you get back to the mansion? You clash all over again- and over the dumbest things. You practically avoid him all of the time, refuse to spar with him unless you're forced, will scoot away from him if he has to sit next to you on game nights. It's like the very thought of brushing against him is enough to get under your skin.

The moment the blackbird lands, you should have known what to expect. But you're in such a good mood, with the mission having gone well despite all odds. Sure, you didn't exactly follow Cyclops' foolproof plan, but when did you ever?

Scott is standing at the end of the ramp when the doors open, watching with a rather sour look on his face as you laugh with Jubilee, the others trailing shortly behind. He crosses his arms, and you barely stop short of him, acting like you had never seen him in the first place as you sigh, nodding at the others to go ahead before finally turning to him and crossing your own arms.

"Go ahead. Say your piece." You say. It only stokes the irritation in him, and he scowls.

"You can't go one, single mission and actually listen to what I say, can you?" He snaps. You roll your eyes, knowing that if he had it his way, you'd never have gone on the mission at all. Still, you stand defiantly, unwilling to back down.

"Look, you weren't even there, you can't expect me to-"

"It would be different if I was there, but I wasn't." Scott interrupts you, and the aggravation it lights in you is practically all-consuming. You can't hold back your scowl. "You were the only senior member of the team on that plane, do you understand how detrimental it could have been if you had gotten hurt, or worse?!" Oh, what a load of horseshit. It's alway the boy scout schtick with him- I'm the leader, do what I say, If I was there none of this would have happened- what an asshole! Hell, in the second half you might have actually thought he was concerned for you and the team, but you knew better.

"Don't act like you actually give a damn, Summers." You snap. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt, I don't see your problem." You're done with this. You're tired, sweaty, exhausted, and the last thing you want to be doing right now is talking with him. You knock shoulders with him as you brush past, but he reaches out and grabs you by the arm. You feel a mix of strong emotions- anger, concern, frustration- and thoughts swim in your head, before snatching your arm away from him like you'd been burned. He pauses for a second as you whip around and look at him, a rage in your eyes. He still looks at you with that stupid, stubborn look on his face.

"I get that you think I'm just some stuck-up asshole, but there's a reason I get angry when you do something reckless." His voice has lost the smallest a bit of fire. You scoff at him immediately, before turning away to storm out.

"Eat shit."

So no. things weren't exactly cool between you two.

It's not like you weren't friends at some point though, back when you were kids. You didn't know what happened to cause this rift, but he only really thought of you as some reckless idiot as of late, and you didn't care to learn anything else about what was going on in his brain.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean you could avoid him forever. Not when the both of you are on a team.

You only realise how much pain you're in when the blackbird's autopilot clicks on. Your suit was scuffed and worn in some areas, starting to burn at the edges of your sleeves as the protective coating started to wear away. You noticed it in the midst of battle, trying to focus on manipulating debri to a colder temperature rather than a hot one, but sometimes you can't afford to be picky in fights. Your suit may have been temperature resistant, but you were temperature invulnerable. Besides, heat did the most damage anyway.

You frown a bit at the sight of your burnt sleeves. Normally, you'd be worried that Hank would be mad at having to make a new suit again, but if anything you were sure he'd be grateful for the challenge of improving it. Scott was really the only one who would scold you for it, always coming back to the same arguments of being too reckless, ect, ect... and speaking of Scott, he was being awfully quiet right now.

The cockpit is empty exempt for the two of you, being the only two assigned to the mission. Scott is sat in the pilot's chair, and you can't really see much of him besides the top of his head. He's silent, and it makes you worried.

When you stand and walk. over to him, his face looks pained. You're sure his eyes are closed under his signature visor, his head leaning back limply in the chair, hair tussled. You furrow your eyebrows. You knew he'd be tired, but he's not usually this burned out.

"Scott? You alright?" You ask. he only hums in response. It's then when you realise what's wrong.

"Migraine?" You ask, and he hums in the affirmative. You wince at the thought. You knew he got migraines often, especially when using his mutation more than usual, and having migraines yourself, you knew he was hurting. You take a look at where the emergency aid box usually is, knowing it had painkillers, but the space is empty, and you sigh to yourself when you remember you used it on a local- Scott agreeing with you for once when you wanted to leave it with them for any more emergencies. You look back at Scott, and think for a moment more.

Scott jumps when you place a cold hand on his forehead, having settled your weight on the back of the chair behind him. It sparks a feeling of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks, and instead of his usual accusatory tone, he just sounds tired.

"Don't be a baby." You respond, chilling both hands and combing through his hair gently. Scott is confused as all hell. Why were you doing this? You go out of your way to avoid him at any cost, and then... this? What even was this?

But... he'd be lying if it didn't feel nice. Scott begins to relax underneath you as you continue to comb through his scalp, pressing gentle touches to his forehead as you do so. It's... it feels good.

"My mom used to do this when I was little." You say softly, after a long moment of silence. "Whenever I had a migraine, she'd run her hands under cold water for a long time, lay my head in her lap, and run her hands through my hair. The cold usually helped." Scott's shoulder's are sagging now, and he sighs every once in a while. Although he doesn't say anything, you don't need to ask. There's a question beginning to brim, but you answer it before he can even speak- saving him the effort of talking in the midst of his pain.

"...And it just felt nice to feel her play with my hair, I guess. 'figured it might help you, too."

You try not to dwell on whatever thoughts begin to swirl after that.

It's hard to tell when things shift after that. Even harder for Scott to understand why.

Eventually you go from avoiding him at any given chance, stiff and petty with your actions, to casual. Not quite friendly, but almost.

"And... Right hand red!" Jubilee calls from the couch, having entirely too much fun for someone who isn't even playing this game. Everyone who's already lost has dispersed, either playing a different game or having good conversation. The game of twister had started with four? Maybe five of you? But at the moment, it was just down to you and Scott. -The two of you being way too competitive to let the other win. At the moment, both of you were in a bit of a strange position, with Scott managing to crawl over you at some point. Aside from that, the game had been going on for uncomfortably long- long enough for the pizza to get here.

The doorbell rings and it's pretty instantaneous when people start to flock to the kitchen for the feast, Jubilee included. There's a flicker of panic in both of you as she quickly leaves.

"Hey!-"

"Jubilee! Wait!"

"You'll be fine, you big babies!" She calls out, giggling in her pursuit of the cheesy goodness. That just leaves you and Scott on the matt, pressed together in some places and a but uncomfortable, but awkwardly? Still competeting.

"God, that pizza smells good." Scott groans from above you, the smell of food becoming more and more tempting. You think about it, for a half a second maybe, but that competitive little devil on your shoulder gets to you before your stomach can.

"You know what? why don't you go ahead and grab a piece!" You say, causing Scott to cock an eyebrow at you.

"What, and let you win? Not a chance." He huffs. You shrug best you can, it was worth a shot! Neither of you were going to budge any time soon, determined not to let the other win. But the longer you stayed pressed together...

It's not like you hadn't noticed how handsome Scott was. Hell, who wouldn't? Even Logan isn't immune to his good looks, but obviously you weren't going to be... wierd, about it. You're just playing a game, right? But the sight of him above you, slightly flushed, shifting every once in a while while keeping his balance? It was... tempting.

It doesn't take long for other thoughts to begin swimming around, worming their way into your mind. The two of you in various states of undress... gasping, gripping onto one another... marks on his neck, your lips swollen and stained by the lipstick your wearing tonight.

Each and every thought leaves you more flustered than before, slipping on the plastic mat and accidentally knocking into one of Scott's weight bearing arms and sending the two of you colliding into the floor. You hear Scott let out a noise of pain and you're not down there for long before you shove him off of you, face burning as you grumble about his win. You stalk off without much fanfare, leaving Scott a bit befuddled.

"What was that all about?"

But regardless of how aggravated you made eachother sometimes, everyone has their breaking point...

You're surprised when Scott kisses you in the hall some weeks later, less than a second after a heated spat started to take a bit of a turn, but to be honest? You were into it.

His lips are soft, if a little chapped, heated kisses full of force and urgency before they soften just a little. You kiss him back in a similar manner his hands falling to your waist as you grab him by the collar and pull him even closer. You're quick to start moving the two of you backwards fumbling for a closet door you could have sworn was right... there.

As soon as the door swings open, you pull him inside, pushing him against the wall once it closes again and cupping the back of his neck as you pull him into another kiss. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth shoots through you as you do, and you almost giggle as his thoughts start to flood with more and more tempting situations for the two of you to be in.

After each and every dirty thought he has, you start to wonder if he even remembered your touch telepathy after having known you for so long- but hell, even if he didn't, you weren't complaining.

If u made it this far, I wanna give u details about the Reader's powers some more!! Specifically, the powers are temperature manipulation/temperature invulnerability/touch telepathy! They get a bit complicated bc reader can't light shit on fire or make ice out of the air, but they can melt shit and freeze existing water though! As long as reader touches it in some way! Due to this they're invulnerable to heat/cold for obvious reasons. Touch telepathy was added bc i love mutations with unnecessary layers (Emma frost) and... u really think I was gonna let scott get away without banging another telepath? wrONG

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hamsternella · 1 year ago

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Obsessive!Kenji Sato x Gn!Reader || Headcanons

tw: obsessive attitudes, violent behaviors, manipulation, minors DNI

From: Ultraman: Rising

A friend asked me to write something small about him, so here it is. It was quick and uncorrected, sorry😔

I really liked the movie. What do yall think??

GENERAL BEHAVIOR

Kenji is unbearable.

At the beginning of the relationship he was a nice guy, with a smile and a dazzling look.

But as the months passed, he began to transform into an unrecognizable man.

A scary person, if you were honest with yourself.

Forget about late nights out,

Forget about turning off your cell phone,

And above all, forget about your alone time.

I mean, why would you want to be alone?

What do you say, excuse me? 'Stress' and 'depression'? Discomfort, you say!

Kenji is handsome, wealthy, and has property at your mercy that you can walk around if you are bored and 'depressed'.

In fact, what the heck is that 'depression' stuff?

Kenji starts monitoring your moods and health to keep you up to date with routines to de-stress.

He has little patience, so you'd better be obedient.

Kenji wants the best for you. He doesn't understand what your attitude is about; but he's willing to give you as much love and understanding as he can…

... unless your needs begin to interfere with his needs.

In that case it will be impossible to make him see reason.

SPECIFIC

Kenji is the kind of partner who gets angry easily when you don't give him attention or if you don't understand his jokes. This guy has a short fuse. There comes a point in the relationship where you feel like you're walking on eggshells; and eventually it's hard to even enjoy the quiet moments without thinking that all of a sudden he'll be upset about something, taking it out on you.

Still, Kenji is not the kind of person who is violent to a fault. He would never hurt you physically - he'd rather be dead than have to hurt you that way. Instead, his way of handling you is with words: he manipulates you emotionally and psychologically all the time, or when he thinks it is necessary to keep you in line.

He knows all too well how vulnerable you are because of your mental state - depression and anxiety eating you up inside. So, in addition to not understanding, or not wanting to, he uses it to scare you or make you feel guilty; as well as responsible for his emotions and needs.

Other than that, Kenji is a person who likes to provide for his partner. At your disposal, if you have been good, you will have money, constant outings, as much as you want them, and purchases of all kinds in his name. Kenji also prefers to have you close by so he can easily monitor your activities; so you can live next to him and in various properties throughout his travels around the world; or in any type of home you wish. He is willing to fulfill your fantasies.

And of course, you also have to be willing to comply with his.

One of Kenji's dreams is to be able to form a strong and united family with you. He wishes to have you happy, with one or two children included. At the beginning of his relationship with you he was only looking to satisfy that voracious hunger he felt when he saw you. But as the years went by, he began to desire you with a strength that went beyond something as banal as that; and his future plans, each and every one of them, seemed to be tied to settling down and starting a family.

What could be more beautiful than to have you at his complete mercy? To have no one else by your side, and to depend on his strength, love and affection forever. Kenji is willing to sacrifice anything if he can, not only keeping the world at peace by being Ultraman, but also protecting you from yourself; and giving you something that will force you to stay by his side if the time comes when you decide to leave.

He can be very good, especially if it's for you. You just have to be obedient and do what he tells you; life is easier if you don't have to make decisions, right? Just relax, stay at home watching his games, and when you least expect it, you'll be back in his arms. You don't have to make any effort: the world will be safe thanks to Ultraman, and in the privacy of your home, you will be safe from that same world and your boring old reality thanks to Kenji.

NSFW

Thanks to the training, Kenji has a good rhythm and can stand enough to take the time to satisfy you in everything you want. He can adapt to many of your fantasies, as long as they don't involve having to hurt you too much physically.

When giving orals he prefers to receive them. He is not a person who has a lot of experience, to be honest, and that partly embarrasses him. All he wants in the end is for you to have enjoyed it, but he knows he's going to lose out if he has to put his mouth down there; so he prefers to have you on your knees, and he'll take care of the bare minimum with his own mouth before using his hands.

Anal sex? A thousand times. He loves to use your ass; he usually touches it even if you're in the living room, watching TV, or if he catches you off guard. He just rubs it with his hands or caresses it deeply with a couple of fingers as he feels the heat welling up in his lower belly. The first time you offered it to him was quite a show: the guy couldn't keep the excitement in his eyes, and it was hard for the session not to end quickly because of the pressure that threatened to make him cum immediately.

Virgins? He doesn't really care. Why would he be worried about you being one or not? To Kenji, what you did or didn't do before him doesn't matter. The only important thing is what happens when you're with him… which is funny, because he's got you under control all the time. But yeah, more or less like that.

CNC? Definitely not. He loves the idea of having you at his mercy, of course, but he doesn't like those shady fantasies at all. He worries about doing you a lot of harm, and although he himself has even admitted to having similar thoughts about you, he finds it difficult to put them into practice for the same reason.

Aftercare? You can be sure of one thing with Kenji: after any sex session, comes the best aftercare of your life. Get ready to relax in his arms, with a torrent of kisses or caresses and sweet words, barely understandable between his tired murmurs. He knows where to touch you to have you surrendered to his charms. Sleeping next to him, at least when he is in a good mood, is the glory.

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millieisawriter · 8 months ago

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Sacrum et profanum

javier escuella x reader

summary: the story of how the mexican outlaw fell for the pastor's daughter

wc: 2.5k

tw: ends with smut - loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, quite a lot of religious references during the act

english isn't my first language

all pics taken from pinterest

♡this wasn't requested, but if you wish to request something you're more than welcome♡

+18 so none of yalls parents come for me

It was somewhere in Montana where Javier met you. Some little town nearby which the gang was camped. That evening when you two met was nice and chilly, you were just walking back home from a gathering with other women at the church.

Actually, the first time you didn't even talk. You possibly didn't even realize a pair of eyes was on you. But he had noticed you, it was hard not to, you were too beautiful for your own good.

Javier had met many beautiful women in the past, but none of them quite like you. He forgot half of them, if not more, after a few days or so, but he knew that wouldn't be the case with you. So he watched, silently, following you from the shadows.

Maybe it was God who urged him to talk to you the second time he saw you. The need to do it appeared in his mind almost unexpected. He shouldn't, after all, knowing it's not the best idea to start anything with a girl of a different belief.

In the following days, he tried to reason it away, telling himself that there was little to be gained in wanting a girl whose father, firstly, preached a different faith, and secondly one who surely warned you against men like Javier, considering his line of work.

But something urged him to do it.

This time you didn't come straight back home. Something made you turn your gaze towards a patch of beautiful wildflowers nearby, and you stopped momentarily just to gather some.

"Good evening." Was all he said in a greeting, but it was enough to say a lot about him. There was an accent to his voice, one that told you he came from somewhere in the Latin America.

You looked up at the man from where you were kneeling down by the flowers, and then you knew you had to be careful. Not only was he a stranger, but by the way he was dressed you could tell he was a drifter. It would be the best to not engage in a conversation with him at all, but currently you weren't really in a position to do so.

"Oh," you managed as you stood up, clutching the little bouquet of the wildflowers in your hands, "good evening, mister."

Noticing how your eyes slightly widened, he figured he could've taken a better approach. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you." He apologized as sincerely as he could.

You had no idea what this man could have wanted from you. He was too polite to intend to rob you, what you had assumed at first.

"It's allright." You replied, still trying to remain cautious, even if the man's behavior didn't fit the outlaw archetype your father would often feed your brain with. "I don't think I've seen you around before."

What made you say it? You didn't know. You didn't have to engage in a conversation with this man. You could have excused yourself out of it, and walked back home.

"Just passing through," he admitted, "excuse my forwardness, but I had to approach you. You're very... captivating." He tipped his hat, adding, "Javier Escuella."

Having learnt his name, you then proceeded to introduce yourself, not forgetting to add that you're the pastor's daughter. It seemed like Javier was studying your name as if savoring the sound of it.

You felt the urge to look away, not used to the sort of attention he seemed to be giving you, but you didn't. After all, he was rather captivating, too.

"Well, miss, it was pleasure to meet you. Mind if I walk you home?"

You faltered for a second. A stranger, a drifter on top of that and possibly one of a questionable line of work, asking to walk you home did sound a bit suspicious.

But his tone seemed sincere to your inexperienced ears. So you agreed. "No, I don't mind."

And that was how your story began. It was simple, and kind of sweet. You started sneaking around behind your family's back, making up excuses for your delayed return home, sometimes even daring to sneak out at night just to meet with Javier. So romantic, right?

You haven't been acting like yourself, really, and your family was quick to figure it out. Your father, especially. You didn't know if he assumed, or knew for certain, but he accused you of seeing a man. Maybe your sneaking out just wasn't sneaky enough.

Whatever you had with Javier, wasn't as sweet and romantic in your family's eyes as it was in yours.

"He's not a bad man, daddy!" You exclaimed during one argument.

"Then how come hadn't he come to me first?" You father asked. "A good man always asks the father for permission!"

But this didn't speak to you. Of course, that's what a good man does, but Javier was good to you regardless. To other people, however... well, he told you about the gang, what they do. Maybe what they were doing wasn't morally right, but the idea they did it all for was not that senseless. Stealing from the rich, giving to the poor (such as themselves, too). Almost noble, wasn't it?

In the evenings you met, Javier would talk about the injustices he had seen, the rich and powerful who lived untouched by the struggles of the less fortunate ones. And he spoke about Mexico a lot, too.

"Porfirio Díaz," he'd scoff, "he talks about order and progress like he's some saint sent to save us, but who's he saving? Not the people. It's all about the men with deep pockets, the hacendados who sit on their wealth while the rest of us scrape by."

Your eyes would widen, as you had always been unaware of what was happening outside of your little town, especially in foreign countries miles away.

"I had no idea it could get that bad." You'd mutter, as if trying to apologize for the actions of the bad people.

"It did get really bad," Javier would confirm, "in the mines and plantations, people work themselves to death. And the campesinos who once owned their own land, Díaz has stripped them of it all. Forced them into a kind of slavery, with debts they'll never pay."

"What about your family?"

He went silent for a longer moment everytime you'd ask about his family. Not that he didn't like talking about them. He loved them, cared about them. But talking about them could lead him to revealing a bit too much about his past, which he didn't want to happen just yet.

"I don't know, I haven't heard from them since I left." Was all he'd say, and then change the topic. "It's not that different here. Those in power look down on everyone else, like they're entitled to all the best things. Same sort of greed, the same control."

Many times you wanted to ask him why won't he go back there, the question lingering in your mind. At some point you thought maybe he just didn't want to, but why would he care if he thought America was the same?

And one time, he answered the question without you even having to ask about it. "Maybe one day this will all end and I will have a place to return to. But until then, I try to survive here with the gang, making our own justice."

You felt so attracted to his words. There was a thrill to being with someone so different, someone who believed in something beyond the rules you had grown up with. Your father's words still haunted you, though.

You knew how disappointed your father was, and that weighted on your chest like a big rock. Not like the guilt would ever stop you from continuing to sneak out.

One night when you sneaked out to meet Javier, he took you on a ride on Boaz. You two rode off to some secluded spot in a forest, stopped just by the river.

"My daddy thinks you're no good for me," you decided to confess, sitting down on the grass, "he always told me men like you are bad."

"Bad? Why bad?" Javier asked, sitting down next to you. He knew the answer, and he knew your father was right.

"You... you shoot people, you steal from people, these are sins," you paused, and Javier could see you were figuring it out on your own, "but I know you do this for a good cause."

Javier leaned back, propping his arms behind him. He was aware of the sins he commits, but he knew God forgives him every time. Every man he killed or stole from, he did it in good faith, after all.

You fiddled with a blade of grass, staring down at your hands. "But... don't you fear for your soul?"

Javier replied confidently, "I believe God knows my heart. I think... I hope that God understands."

Your whole life your father had taught you about God, sin and salvation, about the strict path that must be followed without deviation. And, knowing that Javier was a catholic, you thought he'd see it in the same way. But somehow, his beliefs seemed more open, laid back, even if catholicism was supposed to be the branch of christianity more strict than protestantism.

Sensing your uncertainity, Javier reached out, touching you gently. "I don't think God cares about rules as much as He cares about our intentions, mi corazón."

For a moment, you just looked at him, letting him wash you over like the water at your feet. There was something freeing in what he said. Something human and imperfect, but deeply tender. You wondered, for the first time, if there could be a world beyond rules and judgments that you were raised with.

You turned to look at Javier, feeling warmth rise in your cheeks as you abandoned the heavy thoughts that had clouded your mind. "What does mi corazón mean?"

Javier smirked. "It means my heart. Like calling someone darling in english."

Hearing him say it made your own heart quicken. You realized you'd never felt this way with anyone before. As his fingers traced gentle circles on the back of your hand, the touch alone was enough to set aside every doubt you could've had. Javier looked at you with a softness that broke through every barrier, his gaze holding yours like a prayer.

"Is that what I am to you?" You asked, the nickname he used for you making it feel like a promise of eternal love. "You heart?"

"Sí, eres mi corazón." He answered, pulling you closer, and even though you didn't know any spanish, you understood his words well.

And then you allowed him to kiss you, but it didn't stop on that. His actions went further, his movements careful as if afraid of breaking some unspoken vow between the two of you.

You let him guide you our of your clothes, feeling some kind of holiness in his touch, as if he wanted to worship like a deity. Soon after that, he removed each piece of his own clothing too, so that there were no barriers between you.

You'd be lying if you were to state you weren't scared. But the desire you felt was stronger than your fears, even if you've never been with a man like this before.

You were a virgin.

He had you underneath himself, one of his hands supporting his body above yours, while the other gently cupped your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his.

"Don't be afraid, mi corazón, I won't hurt you." He murmured.

"Not what I worry about," you replied, "what if..." you hesitated, feeling the weight of a lifetime's worth of sermons, prayers, and your father's preaching pressing down on you. "What if I'll be condemned to hell for this? For wanting you, for...us?"

"Do you really think a God who made us so full of love would punish you for feeling it, corazón?"

He was right, you knew that. So you did something you hadn't expected yourself to do. Placing your hand on the back of his neck, you pulled him in to kiss him.

At the same time, you felt a new sensation, one so unfamiliar to your body, but one that felt so good. You couldn't help, but gasp as you felt Javier filling you up with his dick. He did it slowly, almost tentatively, as if handling something sacred. Every inch he pushed into you was like an offering for your holy self.

And to him, each sigh, each moan you gave in return was an absolution to his sinful soul. Your bodies fit perfectly together like two hands holding the same rosary.

As your head fell back, the words slipped from your lips, "Oh, God." Both sacred and sinful at the same time, both cursing you for the rest of your life, and sending you straight to Heaven in Javier's embrace.

Javier kissed these words off your lips, his hips never stopping snapping into yours, and the wetter you got, the more rapidly he could fuck into you.

The act got you wondering, why is it considered so sinful when it gives so much pleasure. You were commiting a great sin, giving yourself to a man you weren't married to, but it felt godly. Maybe that was why it was so sinful - because it was indescribably blissful, so divine. Because it made the man seem like some kind of a deity in the moment, instead of the God in the sky directly above.

If you were going to get punished for this, you didn't mind. You didn't care. You could do this a thousand times over and over again.

"Ah, fuck, I'm gonna–" Javier said, feeling himself approaching closer to the edge.

For some reason, despite this being your first time, you knew exactly what his words meant. And despite everything that could happen after this, despite all the possible consequences, you once again said something you didn't expect yourself to say.

"Don't pull out," the words left your mouth almost instinctively, "I want you to fill me up."

Every part of you wanted to feel it, to take all of him without hesitation. He did as you asked, filling you up as he reached his high. You felt warmth spread over your body, starting from the center of your abdomen, reaching every place of your body like a strike of lightning, and feeling his release shoot into you made it even more intense.

You were breathless, and Javier stayed buried inside you for a moment longer after the both of you were finished, his cock like a cork stopping his seed from spilling out from your sacret grove.

"I'm starting to understand why people sin so much," you giggled.

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sl8yter · 1 year ago

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Get It Together - Mühl

Pt 1.

Nikas bestfriend Nahiem is “going through a hard time” and Nika is always there for him. Which causes a lack of presence for her gf.

TW - Angst, mentions of cheating, insecurity, nika being a meanie, and lots of audacity

Im in the mood for angst so sorry yall

Nika Muhl x fem reader

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“Nika.”

….

“Baby hello?”

…

“Nika”

“Huh oh sorry bebo I was texting Nahiem” Nika replies to my endless please in an exasperated tone looking at me standing in the kitchen as I prepare our plates

Dont start and argument please Niks

“Didn’t you guys just hang out last week? You said this week it’d be about us.” I walk towards Nika setting her plate on the table in front of me

“Hes my best friend and hes going through a hard time right now. I cant just ignore him.” She says finally taking her eyes off her phone to look at me

“Yea I know and I understand that but sometimes it feels like you care about him more than you do me.”

“Well I didn’t mean to make you feel that way and im sorry you do”

I sit down frustrated at her statement slightly banging the plate against the table

“Jesus christ, please dont be like that tonight” Nika says playing with her food

“Youre right, Im sorry its just that I love you you know that I do and I wish to spend time with you but its hard to do that when your friend is dragging you off everywhere. It makes me feel ignored.”

Why am I apologizing shes the one with the attitude

“Well Im sorry you feel that way bebo im not trying to ignore you. I want to spend time with you too. But Nahiem needs me too. We’ve been friends forever you know that” Nika says staring at me with a look in her eyes. The same look she gives me whenever she just wants me to agree with her

“I need you too Nika its not fair youve guys have been hanging out too much. I mean imagine if I went to go hang out with one my guy friends every other day.”

“What the fuck are you trying to imply here” Nikas tone changes. Her syllables grow sharper and her accent comes out

Shes mad

She stares at me waiting for my reply as im silent for a moment

“Im not trying to imply anything. I just want you to understand how it looks from my perspective. Which now you clearly do. I dont think you would do that to me but I cant help but wonder sometimes. Youre always texting him and barely even texting me anymore.”

“Im not cheating on you if thats what youre trying to imply. I lost my appetite, im gonna head out.” She adds with quickness, standing up from her chair and grabbing her keys off the counter

“No you always do this. Whenever things dont go your way or I dont immediately agree with you you leave I want to talk more. I want you to understand me more.” I say chasing after her pulling her arm to make her look at me

“Well I try and you make it so difficult”

“You try? You’re kidding me. I barely see you anymore. I wake up and youre gone. I tell you I want to talk its always im busy or later im out with friends. Im trying it feels like im the only one trying anymore.”

“I try so hard you just dont see it.” She grabs my hand and squeezes it giving me a sorrowful face.

That isnt what she looks like when shes sad

“What dont I see Nika please explain to me” I ask knowing shes full of it. She just wants someone to come home to

…

Her silence makes me snap. I let go of her hand

“Im actually so tired of your bullshit. Im gonna be frank with you since you arent gonna comprehend it any other way. I love you Nika I want to work on our relationship but you have to want that too. At this point ive debated leaving and ive also debated staying in case the sweet girl I knew a year ago wanted to show up again. I think we need couples counsel-”

Im cut off by her grabbing the sides of my face and attempting to kiss me. I retract quickly and try to ask her why she did that but she cuts me off before Ieven start

“Why are you being so difficult right now.” She says giving me a look of disgust. As if a kiss or angry fuck was gonna fix this

“Fuck off Nika. You can leave. Im not the one being difficult. I really dont want to lose you but if youre gonna keep being such a dickhead to me you cant leave. Ive had enough. I try so hard to understand you and I want you to let me im but obviously that isnt gonna happen. I love you but its obvious its not reciprocal.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Leave. Get your self together then you can come back to me. Its gonna be hard to put whatever emotions you have or had for me into words but when you do and you can explain to me why you wanted to throw all this away for me for some guy who probably wants to hit and dip.” I say in the calmest voice possible holding back from yelling at her. If i yell im gonna cry and if I cry Nikas gonna hug me, then ill fold.

I cant give in this time

“Wait bebo im sorry okay I can see how much this hurts you. Lets talk this out I can stop talking to nahiem. I swear he doesnt mean anything to me. I love you let me prove it.” She says, her long and built arms trying to snake around me

“No Nika , I already tried to talk this out. Go back to your dorm, take a shower, and go to sleep. Then we can talk all you want. I need to be alone tonight” I say pushing myself off her as I walk away heading to my room

“Im sorry baby please don’t do this” She says still standing at the door

At least she respects my space

But she doesn’t respect me

“Go to bed Nika” I say before shutting my door

I hear a soft cry before the muffled sound of the door shutting and locking

I hope she does wanna talk in the morning

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Also i dont proofread my writing. I write based off what my angelic soul is telling me so if you see some mistakes or some blank spaces 🦍🦍🦍

#Spotify #nika muhl x reader #nika muhl fanfic #nika mühl #uconn huskies #uconn wbb #uconn lives #uconn x reader

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pillow-princess-diaries · 2 years ago

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𝙱𝚂𝙳 𝙼𝚎𝚗 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚃𝚘 𝙿𝚎𝚐 ‘𝙴𝚖…

Summary:- how the bsd fellas would react to you asking to peg em

Pairings :- Dazai, Atsushi,Kunikida,Ranpo, Chuuya,Akutagawa,Tachihara, Poe, Jouno,Tecchou x Fem!Reader (seperately)

Tw:- pegging, anal (m receiving), handjobs, mentions of dirty talk (and a single line in poe’s part)

W/C :- 1.2k-ish

A/N :- Thank You to @chuuyassluttychoker and @falloutjuli for givin me their feedback on this before i posted it. And Now Thanks To Yall pegging Kunikida in just floating in my head 😭 Thank U To My Bestie @sapphic-serenade too!

This Could Pass as a Gn! Reader except for one line in jouno’s part and mentions of calling the reader, princess and queen in Tachihara’s part

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DON’T FOLLOW, YOU’LL BE BLOCKED!

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘼𝙧𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝘼𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙮

𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢

doesn’t mind it tbh. He’d honestly love to have you do all the work while he sits back and takes it.isnt opposed to it and he’s so normal abt it it feels like he’s done it before🤨.takes it all in like a champ! And the way he moans your name just makes you wanna stay buried in him.he’s such a wet cat of a man it’s impossible to not enjoy his squirming~ especially when he looks so pretty and pathetic around your cock.face down ass up ofc~

𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Definitely caught off guard when you ask!would be very iffy about it but when he sees your excited face and sparkling eyes,he just cant seem to say no!please be gentle with him,lube it up real good and slowly insert it. He’ll be a squirming and mewling mess for just the first inch,but dw he can take it.unless he says otherwise,in which case please pull out and tell him how good he was for you🥺 it’ll motivate him to take more later.what can i say this man is a slut for praise,and in cases like this it really tends to work in your favor~

𝐊𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐚

Honestly i dont see him bein pegged…he just doesn’t seem like the type to be down to try it.best case scenario you could ask him to do it on maybe a special occasion like your birthday! That’s when the chances of him saying yes are the highest.so if you somehow dooo get him to agree,know he will nott be still.Kunikida is more sensitive than he looks (in more ways than one iykwim ;} ) so you will definitely need to ease him into it,maybe use your fingers as a little precursor ,and if he gives you the go-ahead,be.gentle. He wont be able to do too much on your first try.Thank Him and tell him it’s alright please 🥲. (Dw he’ll more than make up for it later in the night.)

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐩𝐨

This man doesn’t give a single solitary fuck.doesnt care if you wanna fuck him in the ass as long as he gets to be your pillow princess~ he can surprisingly take a good amount in and oh Godd the little noises he makes💞 If you thought dazai would sound pathetic nah uh,ranpo takes the cake.he lets out the cutest little mewls as his head hits the pillow.he’s folded in half, your ploughing into him and he’s taking you so Goddam gooddd. He’ll act bratty fs,so maybe plug him up a little to teach him a lesson. Maybe even add a vibrator to the mix~ (he will DEMAND snacks afterwards😭 give em to him pls🥺)

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙤𝙧𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖

𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐮𝐲𝐚

very VERY skeptical.doesnt like the feeling of being penetrated from the rear,but the thought of being at your mercy and under your influence,just…makes him a little more likely to relent.what can i say,he finds you taking the lead hot as Fuck! And while he’s definitely more of a top,i kinda feel like he has moments where he wouldn’t mind being pampered a little~Takes it quite well(surprisingly) and his little whines are the bestt ,if you dirty talk him while you’re pushing in,he’ll break his sentences with little gasps and moans in the middle and they just make you want to keep going.If u jerk him off while you rut into him he’ll definitely be caught off guard but it turns him on tbh.But you’d best believe that once youre done with him,he’s gonna flip you over and RUIN you.You had your fun,now it’s time for him to remind you who’s actually in charge~

𝐀𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚

Nope.nah uh. No matter how much you beg,he’s not lettin you do it. Akutagawa doesn’t get intimate much,(idk i see him like sheldon from The Big BangTheory in this regard) and when he does he is in charge.he obvs wants u to feel good too but he does have a line he doesn’t wanna cross.also he feels like that puts him in a vulnerable position and doesn’t like it…its not that other positions don’t also put him in a vulnerable position,it’s just that this one makes him more uncomfortable…please dont pressure him into it🥹

𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚

I honestly believe this bitch would be the most down to try it😭.He’ll be visibly chill when you suggest it,but inside he’s both anxious and excited, Goes with you to pick out a dildo.(if you dont already hv one that is) and gets flabbergasted when he finds out there are ones that actually cum!😭 (you have to convince him to leave it for next time🥲) when actually doing it,hes so verbal. Cussing,moaning,and praising you.wouldnt mind if you were a little rough. If you have him sit on your strap while you jerk him off he will physically fall apart; putty in your hands,if you will. Moves around and when you grip his hips to keep him still, he moans. While he likes to think of himself as a top,he’s a total bottom,but cam def top if you want him to.you’re his queen,princess and he’ll gladly be your good little boy☺️

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙪𝙞𝙡𝙙

𝐏𝐨𝐞

Blushes immediately but agrees. Reads up on pegging so he knows what to do,he really wants to do good by you smh🥲.would prefer if you guys did it in missionary so he can see you go at him but wouldnt mind you coming in from the rear either .just a little idea,when youre hittin it from the back,grip his hair and lift his head a little before leaning in and asking him, “who’s my whiny little baby~” watch as he whimpers before answering with a strained “me.” Oh also this man is definitely the most sensitive of the ones on this list. He makes the cutest noises too~ poe’s little whimpers and whines are honestly music to your ears and when you’re done,kiss him and tell him how good he was for you,he’ll physically deflate and give you the cutest fucked out smile🥺

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘿𝙤𝙜𝙨

𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐨

Aint no way in hellll youre pegging this man! The mere suggestion has him bending you over to remind you who’s in charge.just because he can,he might just put the tip of the dildo you’d planned on using on him,into your folds while he takes you from behind. will not stop until he has you moaning out how stupid it was for you to even suggest that.fucks you so good youre nothing but a mess of cum and moans.So if you wanna get fucked up harder than usual,just casually suggest pegging him and in no time you’ll be “regretting” your decision.what can i say,he likes being in charge and likes it when you remember☺️

𝐓𝐞𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐮

When you suggest it to him,he thinks for a bit before nodding. He’d love to help you try new things while also trying something new for himself! He’s perfect like that☺️.isn’t particularly vocal but his breaths are heavy. If he says anything its, “y/n~ hnghhh~youre so~hnuhhh” if you use a vibrating strap, the moment you turn it on,he groans before it turns into a lowly moaned “fuck~” definitely gasps every few seconds when you rub his g-spot. Oh also doesnt mind you pulling his hair a little.Tecchou is a badass in the streets,but your little princess in the sheets and neither of you would change it for the world.

Tag-List : @diagonal-queen , @sapphic-serenade

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coolsosha · 2 months ago

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SOSHARK OVERBLOT ART + FULL SOSHARK BACKSTORY WITH OVERBLOT LORE!!!!!

THE ART!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

extremely proud of it, i think it's badass

WITH MULTIPLE VERSIONS!!!

+soshark overblot ref in case someone didn't saw it

Also...

MY ASKS ARE OPEN FOR SOSHARK ASKS AND QUESTIONS!!!!

they were open for this whole time, but i think it would be fun to answer soshark questions or headcanons, so FELL FREE TO ASK ME!! :3

As long as it's not something inappropriate, of course...

Also this thing because my friend challenged me

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY....

OVERBLOT LORE!!!!!!

I made this overblot flashback thing

THE FULL SOSHARK OVERBLOT LORE UNDER THE CUT!(SUPER LONG)

DISCLAIMERS FOR ANYONE BRAVE ENOUGH!!!!

DISCLAIMER: english is NOT my first language. I usually have no problems with talking and writing, but since this thing is absolutely GIGANTIC there might be grammar errors, weird sentences and other weird stuff. Sorry yall

WARNING: it is EXTREMELY long, and by extremely i mean EXTREMELY LONG. It is 32.5k characters long. IT IS EXTREMELY LONG

Also TW warning for following themes: discrimination, SH-like things, skeletons?, slight suicidal thoughts i guess?, blood mentioned, sharks biting arms

SOSHARK

OVERBLOT LORE

Sosha Arklut is a freshmen student at NRC, came from the Deep sea straight to the college, where he proceeded to become one of the most troublesome and weird students in the first year. He got assigned into Octavinelle, which suits his really fishy behaviour. But thats not what the first impression of people was of him, the more accurate representation of their first thoughts would be "WHY IS THIS WEIRD GLOWING GUY HAS SOME MOTHERFUCKING SKELETONS AROUND HIM?!". Which is, a valid response to Soshark's main trick, that is never kept in his sleeve...

"IT'S SHELLTIME!" is a signature spell that allows the caster to summon fish skeletons, that are controllable just like puppets, with no free will, with the sole purpose is to float in the air, as their puppeteer controls all their movements. And our student loooves showcasing his spell. He uses his fish comrades to help with walking, he is a merfolk, after all. But more importantly, he uses them to perform! He even uses his "stage name" Soshark instead of his real one. Ah, so romantic, making his fish play different instruments and use their bones for arts~ If only his music wasnt the personification of what people can call "tomfoolery".

You see, there is 3 things that Soshark absolutely HATES, 1st is punishments, 2nd is boring adults and 3rd is stereotypes, social norms and rules! We don't need first two of these though. This sharkie absolutely can't handle the stupidity of "boring things that boring adults decided to make into a norm!". Almost his entire existence is entitled to opposing to the stupid society that ruins the fun! His music is loud, often switches between genres in the same song, often involves screaming, meaningless nonsense lyrics and the breathtaking feeling that the singer is a clinically insane person with insane music talent... He is a big fan of musicals, yet he prefers them to be edgy, fun and weird yet unique.

Sadly, his passion for performing wasn't reaching it's culmination, he was working in Mostro lounge as a janitor after being kicked out of the kitchen for eating ingredients and kicked out of the waiters for kicking clients food on the ground. He and Floyd are getting along really well, but thats a topic for another paragraph collection.

That was, until one day he heard about an upcoming theatre performance, that was hosted by a professor from the famous Coral sea theatrical university, where the cast is consisting entirely from young students with passion for arts that was volunteering to help. It's his chance! His chance for a stage!

The performance was planned to be hold on a stage, located at a beach, it's pretty far from NRC, but thanks to the mirror traveling, going there is no big deal. As to the host, Mr. Merlin le vecchio puzzolente, he is a talented actor who made his first performance at this very stage, 40 years ago, the guy looks like he is in his 60s. He was the first actor in his crew to come from Coral sea, in his young age he got the lead role in the new(at that time) musical called "Sword in stone", that came out to be a great hit, regularly being replayed over the years at this exact stage by different talents who cherish the legacy of the art of performing. Now, this exact musical is being replayed for a 40 year anniversary, this time fully consisting of young enthusiasts, looking for a way to start their way in the theatre world!

Mr.Vecchio is really nice old man, who guides the young students to the right path. Many people join, some from NRC, some from RSA, some from completely different places, even some of Music club members decided to tag along. Soshark tried his best to promote himself as the best lead actor, yet he was rightfully rejected the role. After all, his sharp teeth, loud voice and.. slightly troublemaking behaviour dont quite suit for a Hero. He was instead put on a backstage duty, having his fish play the classic songs and operate the SFX.

Soshark's student record is really far from perfect, to the point that even other students, even those from other classes are aware of it. Often pranking and provoking teachers, cheating on his papers and committing rule violations, this guy has a collection of the most amazing all F- grades. But that's not the amazing part, he has straight A+'s on every single lesson that is at least relatively connected to the art of performing. Music? all A+, Flying? Can be used in shows, A+, Alchemy? I can mix potions for stage effects. Yet on all other lessons he is exceptional in being bad, not even trying to get a good grade.. And you can't even kick him out because he somehow cheats his way into getting a pass-able grade on the exams..!

The production of the musical was going rather well, Everyone learned their lines and the stage is all ready! Except for Soshark, who keeps getting in the way with his "HEY, why won't we change the plot? Maybe make the music more fun? Isnt this thing like a million years old?", seems like someone doesn't quite understand the concept of cherishing the classic. "Why won't we make me the main character instead? I can sing! I can dance! I can do all sorts of things, just look at this beautiful man with his smug face! Cmon, old guy!" he keeps telling the crew and Mr.Vecchio keeps rejecting him "Sorry young lad, but a hyperactive and careless person like you don't quite suit the role. And your.. extraordinary way of seeing this show is not quite what we need. It's not your fault, a shark is just not quite fitting for this role." says the prof. No matter how much Soshark tries to show off, summoning giant fish, doing tricks, even making alternative versions of the costumes, he keeps getting put on the backstage and getting rejected. That makes sense, actors were already been chosen, the story can't be altered and all of Mr.Vecchio's arguments make perfect sense, don't they? Soshark is just being selfish, so fitting for someone with fins like his and the teeth so sharp.

The show night, it's already over 9pm and the sun hid under the horizon, the stars are getting ready to show up in the sky. Beach is filled with people, sitting on the chairs in front of the giant stage. They all are excited for the performance, gossiping, preparing their cameras. Most of them are friends of the crew members, some of them are students from the theatre university, wondering what their professor hosted, and other ones are just strangers who decided to show up. The crew are checking everything, chatting and preparing. This was the thing they all worked hard for the last few months, the remake of the Sword in Stone musical, on the very same stage it was performed for the first time 40 years ago. Truly a special evening, surely nothing bad will happe-

"Hello Merladies and Gentlefolks, today's show will be truly a special one for all of us!-" the lights turned off, a person came up to the stage, you can't see his face, yet the voice of his is very clear, its Soshark. He is not supposed to be there, the narrator was supposed to be Mr.Vecchio, and it's way too early..

"I know you all want for the show to start as early as possible, yet lets have a quick moment to appreciate our dear guest of honour..." oh no "The one who hides within the shadows, the one whos name is still unknown. It's time to come out of the dark and scream your name out loud. It's time to start the show. IT'S SHELLTIME! THE GREAT WHALE!"

His words were echoing around the audience, yet their meaning was unknown only for some moments. A giant something appeared out of thin air. It's mouth opens up, as it approaches the stage, in a few moments it CONSUMES the stage and the audience, trapping everyone within it's body, stopping it's movement only once it's tummy is full. Thats when everyone started panicking, looking around, that's when they realised, it was a whale skeleton, that consumed them all, trapping them inside, with no escape, it's ribs closing around them like a cage, they cannot break free. But will that be the most concerning thing in here?

The air feels damp and heavy, like the bottom of the sea, particles of water are floating in the air like bubbles. The audience looks at the stage in fear just as the crew themselves, as the star of the show reveals himself. The spotlights turn, and lights start shining, the stage is infested with fish skeletons, some of them are long and big, swimming through the curtains and the new holes in the structure, some of them are tiny, swimming around in patterns, some of them are neither, they try to find something. But in a middle of it all, right in the centre, a merman stands, his teeth are grinning.

All covered in ink, with a giant crown, with sharp and boney claws, in collar and some bracelets. The curtains of the stage wrap around his tail, the skeleton ribs hug it's body, seaweed floating around him. It's Soshark, in his new form, all in blot. His teeth are sharp as ever, his shark mouth so big and wide, the ink is pouring out of it. His eyes are insane yet very determined, they give a red shine, like eyes of a predator that saw the blood. He floats in the air like if it's water, ignoring physics and basic logic.

The audience and the crew all screams in fear, run away from the stage, kick the whale ribs to escape, yet there is no way. But don't worry just yet, since the great Yuu gang is here to save. They already fought Overblots before, thats not a big deal, just a few blows and it's done. Or so they thought.

Overblot shark summons skeleton fish, to help him in fight, hiding behind them, making them do the dirty work. He doesn't seem to be interested in fighting, he prefers to stay on the stage. The fish swim and cut, bind and bite, the good crew destroys them with no problem, but they keep recovering and coming back stronger. Deuce's double down doesn't work, Fishies can always revive, and Shark doesn't attack by himself. Joker snatch is useless either, they just hit his spell away from the Overblotted, not letting it hit. Other ones are just as useful, they definitely tire him by making him recover the fish, yet they do no damage to him whatsoever. "Ɨ Đ€Ş€ŘV€ ŦĦƗŞ, ¥ØỮ ΔŁŁ ΔŘ€ ŇØŦĦƗŇǤ βỮŦ ĴỮŞŦ βΔĆҜǤŘØỮŇĐ ĆĦΔŘΔĆŦ€ŘŞ, ĐØ ŇØŦ ŞŦΔŇĐ ƗŇ Μ¥ ŴΔ¥!" Soshark screams, as the leftover fish all combine into one, the way bigger one, all the remaining bones wrap around people, forming a bone carcass around their bodies, they drag them away to the audience. Maybe fighting is not that effective? Soshark Ignores all further distractions, the fish prevent any damage from being taken by him and the bones limit the movement, i guess the only thing they can do now is watch and wait for a good moment?

"Ŵ€ŁŁ ŦĦ€Ň, Μ¥ Đ€ΔŘ€ŞŦ ΔỮĐƗ€ŇĆ€.. " yelled the merman, as he bows "ƗŦ'Ş ŦƗΜ€ ₣ØŘ ŦĦ€ ǤŘ€ΔŦ€ŞŦ ŞĦØŴ Ø₣ ØỮŘ ŁƗV€Ş!" screaming as he starts his twisted dance. The skeletons around him start playing the instruments, pulling the decorations, his voice is screaming, shouting, but also singing in a beautiful melody. A mix of chaos and beauty, with strong taste of pain and despair. The performance thats worth to die for, the fish are swimming around, swinging their bloody bones all around, nearly hitting the audience, leaving cuts on Overblotted's body, yet he doesn't seem to care, he only cares about performing. His notes are chaotic, not following any patterns, only raw emotions and improvisation. Switching from a beautiful jazz to art chaos, sometimes the sounds are turning into a pure cacophony, yet Soshark doesn't pay attention. He keeps dancing and singing, the lyrics are total nonsense balancing with his feelings and thoughts flowing into them. The more he dances the more the stage gets destroyed and the more his own body is being damaged and worn out by the amount of magic he is using.

Yet thats only the way the audience perceives it all..

Did you ever heard about the deep sea? That place is located to the south of the Coral sea, not hard to connect the dots, but it's called that way because it's the deepest area of the whole sea. it is extremely dark, the sunlight can't reach it's bottom. It's cold, water gets colder with depth because cold, salty ocean water sinks to the bottom of the ocean basins below the less dense warmer water near the surface. There is barely anyone living there, no one would want to live in a dark cold bottom sea. Especially with sharks. There is a lot sharks there. They say they hide in sunken ships, waiting for prey. They say they are scary big and strong, but thats not all true. Sharks are gentle and gorgeous creatures, they love attention and getting pet. They often get jealous if you pet another shark! They don't mean any harm, you are not tasty for them, they just confuse you for a prey by accident. You can be friends with them, they are not scary at all!

You never got all those things, you was born right here. in a sunken ship at the very bottom. You are a sharkie, but you are not big, not strong and not scary. You are way smaller than you siblings, you want to make friends. There is barely anyone here, just sharkfolks, they say you are small and weird. You swim away from them, to the other merfolk, but the kids look all scared, you are just as small as them, barely 6, but their faces fear you, they scream in panic "MOM! IT'S A SHARK!" your big teeth scare them, your fins look scary for them. No one wants to be friends with a scary shark. Adults are different, but they are not better, they are not scared, but they tell you some things "Hey sharky one.. how about you hang out with other sharks? Im sure they will love hanging out with you! We are just a little busy, that is no place for you".

Sometimes, you like to swim to the sunshine, upwards, for light. You like the warmth and the shine, you never see a light do bright usually. You swim to the surface, your face is out of the water, the sky is so blue, the clouds are so pretty! The sun is so bright, is it shining for you? There is a beach nearby, humans are doing something, building, preparing, you are too afraid to come closer.

One day, you swim up again, this time, you hear some loud noises from the beach. It's someone's singing, the instruments playing, the audience cheering. There is a performance up in the beach, you hide behind some boxes and stare at the show from the water. They are performing a musical on a stage, it's about a brave hero who fights all the difficulties and challenges and ends up becoming a king by taking the sword from the stone with a help of a magician! You were so small, but you remember every single bit, it was your first show. You've heard that merfolk have some underwater, but you never could see it, it's too far away, and sea is not your favourite, people are mean! You wish the person on the stage could be you! You wish people applaused you! You wish they would stare at you with the pride and excitement as they watch you every move! "I wish i could become same as them!" you tell to yourself. The curtains close, you hide away, not wanting to see their scared faces once they see you.

Sometimes, you find some instruments at the bottom, maybe performers accidentally drop it in water? You try to play them, their strings and tunes are broken, you watch the performers to learn how to fix them. You didn't had an angelic voice, you could never hold notes for long, accuracy was never your strong side. You swim away into the seaweed fields, where no one hears you, you practice, you learn.

They thought you was weird for your obsession, they couldn't understand, they bit off your fin. You remember their faces, filled with contempt. You don't remember anything else from that day, but your fin is still broken. One day, you decided to host a musical alongside your friends, nobody agrees, only your brother and a boy who lost a bet. You prepare the script, you take the villain role, silly but smart, troublesome but lovable. The audience is mostly empty, only a few teachers and some people that know you. You can't say a word, your tail is all shivering, they all stare at you. What if you embarrass? What if they will hate you? You freeze in fear, not able to look in their faces. Your brother skips his turn, says his line "Oh no, the bad guy kidnapped me! Why did you do that, bad guy?!" he is a damsel in distress. You take all your courage, you waited so long, you practiced and worked hard, it has to be worth something! "Well, sorry Maiden, but you are the chosen, the girl of the family that cursed me, you shall be kept in my castle forever!" You say, your fear goes away, the show continues, you are no longer you. You are a bad guy, a villain, an actor. With each line you say it gets better, you do not fear. As the show is over, the few people clap as you bow, by the end of the show only 7 people stayed to watch.

You always felt like you was bad, everyone was telling you that, you are scary and big, but also small and weird... "it all makes no sense!" you say to yourself. But why should you be... You? You can play a role, of a silly bad guy! You can do the same thing you do on stage! Instead of being ashamed of what people say about you, you should make it your thing! Thats right! You shouldn't care about what they all say! You are a cunning, troublemaking, annoying, yet charming and charismatic villain! Like a jester! They can say anything they want, but it's only a matter of time before the audience will love you, everyone loves a silly villain! If everyone is making you into a villain, why fight it?

You grow up, your passion never sinks, you watch every performance, you practice to become great and loveable. Your hard work pays off, you discover your magic talent before you hit 10, alongside your own special spell.. you name it... "IT'S SHELLTIME!" you scream as you move your hand, the skeletons of fish appear, they follow everything you do to them. You collect fish skeletons from your meals, search for them in caves and sands, your spell allows you to suck any skeleton into it, and then summon it and control it! The fish that once fell from your teeth are now reborn as your fellow crew members, and those sunken to the bottom are dancing alongside you. They are easy to summon, but hard to control, you practice your spell everyday. You try to play instruments with them, sounds terrible, you train until your flesh is bleeding from their sharp fish bones.

Year after year, you become better, you are now able to play up to 5 instruments at once with your fish, you know tons of songs, your skills have improved. You changed your name to a stage one, you cause trouble, you annoy and cause chaos. People notice you, no matter if they hate or love you, you never look into their faces, you do not want to know. Being a jester is a lot more fun, you make performing your main desire, thats no longer an act, thats the way you live. But sometimes.. you get a voice at the back of your head, thinking "hey, maybe all of them were right?" you try to ignore them.

One day, you get a letter, it's your 16th bday, it's a letter from the Night Raven Academy. You couldn't be happier! It's your chance...

Your chance to get onto the real stage...

...

For other people, it might not be a big deal but... This stage... is the same one you was watching for years. The same beach.. And the musical.. was the same one you saw as a kid! Of course you were overjoyed to play a role! You always wished to perform this musical! You also always wanted to change the story to be more exciting, make better songs! So exciting, yet.. Some random Mr.Stinky Old Guy is rejecting you?! He keeps saying that you don't quite suit the role, but that's a lie! You are perfect, he just rejects you because you are a shark! The same lie you was hearing for years.. People think you are "no brains all muscles", shark, or "aggressive scary hater" or "big scary shark"! They reject you despite all the work you did, but they would accept anyone else with lower amounts of skill just because they are not a shark... It disgusted you. You have to prove him that you are worthy, you have to show him all you've got..!

You summon all you have, you show all your talents, but he keeps rejecting you, with the same words you were hearing your entire life. You can't play a part in your childhood favourite musical who inspired you your entire life.. Maybe you wasn't worth it from the start? Maybe you should try harder? You work more and more, summoning fish every time you can, you skip your meals and sleeps to work on alternative outfits. You have to get the spotlight. But nothing works. He says it's not your fault, your crewmates cheer you, but what do they know?! They know nothing!

So stupid, did you really thought that will be enough? You are pathetic. You keep saying that you don't care about others opinions, yet you are so stressed because some random guy doesn't like you? it's not like that.. you are good enough! Are you? You are nothing but a child who believes in sunshine and rainbows, work harder and he will get you to play the role! You just have to push a little harder...

You didn't noticed how the time of the show came, you are standing at the backstage, your mind is foggy.Your legs are shaking, you feel something thick in your throat, but you couldn't care less. "I... i have to get what i deserve..." is all you can think about "W-why it's not me?! What did i do wrong?!..". The stage is already prepared, the audience is waiting for the show, the crew is talking to eachother, you feel dizzy, trying to stand still you bump into one of the shelves, a vase falls on the ground, breaking in pieces, your hands are all in glass cuts, you are bleeding. The pain in your hands reminds you of things you didn't wished to remember, the smell of blood fogs your brain, you cough out something, something thick, black and wet, yet you can't control yourself, you rush to the stage as your face is being painted in the ink thats replacing your tears. You pick up the mic...

"ŦĦ€ ØŇ€ ŴĦØ ĦƗĐ€Ş ŴƗŦĦƗŇ ŦĦ€ ŞĦΔĐØŴŞ, ŦĦ€ ØŇ€ ŴĦØŞ ŇΔΜ€ ƗŞ ŞŦƗŁŁ ỮŇҜŇØŴŇ. ƗŦ'Ş ŦƗΜ€ ŦØ ĆØΜ€ ØỮŦ Ø₣ ŦĦ€ ĐΔŘҜ ΔŇĐ ŞĆŘ€ΔΜ ¥ØỮR ŇΔΜ€ ØỮŦ ŁØỮĐ. ƗŦ'Ş ŦƗΜ€ ŦØ ŞŦΔŘŦ ŦĦ€ ŞĦØŴ. ƗŦ'Ş ŞĦ€ŁŁŦƗΜ€!"

You cannot recall anything that had happened, everything is blurry, the old memories hunt your thoughts, replay in your head, while you can't even understand whats going on. The only thing you can feel is your emotions.. The raw anger, the sour sadness, the flaming determination.. You can't understand them, but you can feel them somewhere deep inside. You feel like crying. Tears flow down your face, the voices in your head tell it's all your fault.

You hear something, something far away, echoing inside your head.... It's the applause.. The one you was waiting for your entire life.. The one that was your dream... Ahh! Feels so nice. You close your eyes and turn your head up, like if you are showering in their praise. The taste is so sweet like honey, something you could never try under the water surface. Warm like sunshine on your wet scaled skin. Feels so good it feels unreal... Your head feels heavy... You pass out.

Overblotted Soshark's performance is filled with chaos and feelings, loud and messy but somehow charming. The audience doesn't feel that way though, they are trapped, unable to fight back, only witness a powerful predator in front of them and begging to not become his meal.. Some were nearly injured by his fish, some, like Mr. Vecchio were raised on the stage and got hurt a lot. Yet after all that, Soshark finally finishes his performance, he stands in the spotlight, his arms spread wide, his eyes closed, his head facing upwards, like if he is expecting the applause... Yet the audience is quiet.

The applause is nothing but just an illusion in his own head, something like the light in the end of the tunnel, just a beautiful lie. He smiles as he hears them, like if it wasnt just his fantasy. After a minute or two he opens his eyes and lower his gaze on the audience.

Their faces are full of fear.. They all stand frozen, unable to move and too scared to scream.. No one is clapping.. They are scared.. Disgusted... Confused... Shocked.... The look on their faces is the look that you was seeing your entire life... They are disappointed.. Judging.. Angry...

Soshark's smile fades away, his face full of bittersweet sadness. He slowly takes the crown from his head into his hands, holds it in front of his chest.. He then bows like an actor ending his performance, holding his crown in one hand like a hat.. ink tear flows down his cheek..

"₣ΔŘ€Ŵ€ŁŁ, β¥ Đ€ΔŘ ΔỮĐƗ€ŇĆ€...", Says he, as he stands up again and throws his crown into the air above him, his arm reaching upwards..

The same moment, before the crown falls to the ground, something jumps out of the stage floor! It's a giant shark Overblot monster that wasn't present until this very moment?! The ink is flowing out of it's mouth, he jumps out from directly under Soshark, opening his mouth he EATS the Overblotted, his jaws close around him with a loud "CLANK", leaving only Soshark's reaching hand out of the jaws of the beast. The monster falls onto the stage, all the skeleton fish fall on the ground lifelessly, the audience's carcasses are falling apart. Soshark passed out, only monster of his is left...

The next thing you can remember is waking up in the nurse office, alone. The sun shining on your bed from the window, the bandages all over you, your hand being covered in healing magic sigils, it hurts. You feel drained, your head hurts. You can't even summon your fish, you are too weak for that. You can't do anything but look in the window, the warm sun and the voices outside, you wish you could be there. You always wished. Were you wishing for too much?...

After overblotting Soshark became a popular person for gossipers, after all, most of other overblots where hidden or even secret. But, apparently someone from the audience managed to record the whole thing! Everyone is talking about this. Seems like most popular opinion on this juicy topic is "Did this guy really just overblotted because he was jealous of not getting a role? LOOOLL, what a snowflake, lmao!" but some people see him as a victim "That old man was pretty damn racist, i would've overblotted as well! He STIIINKS! And his performance eats so whatever #THEYWILLNEVERMAKEMEHATEYOUSOSHARK!!!!" who even writes messages like that-

It took a few weeks to recover, seems like most of the audience got away with just a few scratches and bruises. The most damage was done to Soshark himself, the monster broke his arm and the fish got him multiple scars while performing, fish bones are sharp and he didn't cared to make them move more careful. When he was finally allowed to use his magic and walk anywhere, he immediately headed to the place that started all of this..

Sunset, the sun is about to hide behind the horizon, the sky has a strong pink/orange hue. The seawater is cold as usual. There, on the sand beach, a stage stands. Or, something that used to be a stage.. It's completely destroyed. The whale bones are still here, they are broken, students had to break them to escape. The rest of the fish bones are there was well. The audience chairs are damaged, laying everywhere. The stage itself is more looking like an abandoned wood garbage, the floor has a big hole covered in ink, all the wooden planks are broken, facing different directions like spikes. The curtains are torn apart, backstage is a complete mess. This stage was standing for 40 years, serving as a way for people to perform, showing off the talents of some and inspiring the others. It's all ruined. Because of him.

He stands, almost grieving the loss of something that inspired him. "... it's Shelltime! time to work, guys." Says he, the fish skeletons, previously laying lifeless awake from their slumber, following their puppeteer's commands once again. He starts working, trying to repair the chairs, picking up the trash, taking off the broken curtains. He tries to use the leftover materials from the backstage to fix the stage, yet they are not enough. It takes many days, Soshark makes a deal with Azul to get him to bring the materials to the beach, he goes here everyday and tries to recover something, for more than two weeks he was recovering the stage with his bare.. fishies, and hands. Recovering the old look of the stage is impossible, yet it is possible to start something new on it's place.

Sweaty and messy, Soshark ends the construction, he walks aside to see the finished remade stage. It's slightly bigger, whale bones are still there, Soshark is not strong enough to summon them back at this point. The curtains are completely new, dark purple fading into cyan is so underrated. The lights were fixed, the chairs are standing in their place. It's different, but the stage is back where it belongs..

"Are you trying to redeem yourself, young lad?" the sudden voice of an old man interrupted Soshark from his thoughts. It's Professor Vecchio, standing next to him, looking at the recovered stage.

"Don't hope on that, old guy! you would say thats egoism, but i would say that thinking that others do things just for your approval is a lot more egoistic, i couldn't care less about what you think." said the Shark

To think about, Mr.Vecchio and Soshark are quite similar, they are both merfolk moving on land for their first real performance. Vecchio 40 years ago, when he was young, and Soshark.. now. Merfolks have a lot of stereotypes around them, like "merpeople are amazing singers!", thats a stereotype, yet is it that harmful? Prof definitely had people be bias towards him in interviews, after all, merfolks are amazing singers, right? He never thought of that as a bad thing, it was only benefitting him. But, hearing Soshark's part of the story.. Vecchio did acted really bias towards him, didn't he. Shark stereotypes just happened to be more negative than positive. He is used to believe that sharks are bad, people say that all the time, almost as if it's a basic knowledge. Seems like it was a mistake of his. But as professor was deep in thought after a conversation, Soshark ran up to the stage, summoning his fish once again "I do not care what old stinky guys like you say! I will perform my favourite song even if no one will be watching and may only the Sea Witch stop me!"

Mr.Vecchio didn't had time to protest, as the music started playing, fish with violins, trumpet and even on a piano are blasting a similar melody. The melody that both of them can recognise out of any other. It's the song of the main character of the Sword in Stone. Vecchio played this role 40 years ago. Hearing someone else singing once your lyrics is quite an experience, especially with his.. unique twist on the song. The instrumentals are more loud, sharp, chaotic and almost more villainy? But you can't help but see that Soshark is not the only person performing.. Like a ghost from the past, Young Vecchio is standing at the same stage, singing in a duet with Soshark, both of them mirroring eachother's movements and dancing around. They are having a blast, performing on a real stage for the first time, 40 years apart from eachother, yet sharing the same experience. Professor can't help but wonder if his younger self would've loved a performance like that. He witnesses the same show being held decades apart, but while one of the actors is performing with a full audience, getting applauses and roses, other one is performing for the empty beach with only a one person watching. Perhaps, Young Vecchio shares the happy end with the main character, and Soshark shares the struggles and hopes of a happy end. Thats tragic, don't you think so? The show is over, Soshark jumps down from the stage, wiping the sweat from his face. Professor can't help but clap.

"I-""Tch, im hungry, im gonna go to Octavinelle, i skipped my lunch today." old guy's words were cut short by Soshark's complaint. He walks by the professor, not listening to anything, heading out of the beach he wishes for a snack. But perhaps, the guy will change his ways? Whatever, as he is walking off, he sees a familiar face standing next to the exit. A certain businessman's face alongside his so-called bodyguards, one of them is away, he is chasing a group of pigeons.

"What do you want?" he asks

"I have a certain deal for you" said Azul, "An offer that you wouldn't reject"

END

i was actually planning to add a section with me explaining all details and references, but ive decided that it's WAY TOO LONG, so it might happen in a reblog, but im not sure

HUGE THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO READ THIS ENTIRE THING!!!!

And a hi to everyone who scrolled to the very end without reading because they were curious of how long this is, lol

All opinions, reviews and thoughts are appreciated, i would really like to hear your comments on this :3333

i wonder if i might become mutuals or friends with someone because of my giant soshark ramble hehe, my asks are open for all questions and sillies! :3

also i am planning to make a soshark masterlist and write more soshark things and headcanons, don't tell anyone

I challenge yall to tag someone and make them read this entire thing it will be really fun, trust(they probably will die)

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wistericaine · 17 days ago

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axe or chainsaw? | mattheo riddle

murderer!mattheo x murderer!reader | fluff but in a dark way | wc: 373

summary: you and mattheo debate whether to buy an axe or chainsaw

tw: mentions/references to death, murder as dirty talk (bc these two are freaks i say)

“Did you want to get an axe or a chainsaw?” you asked Mattheo curiously.

The two of you were standing inside of a tool store—one that the two of you go to often to grab tools for new cases. Mattheo had been acting rather rash and aggressively recently, which made the both of you decide that it would be best to get new tools.

“A chainsaw’s rather flashy,” he murmured quietly, hand on his chin as he thought. “Hard to wield, but more effective. The axe is always timeless though.”

“Just like us.” you hummed out quietly, a small smile on your face. “You need arm strength for axes.”

Mattheo gasped dramatically when you said that, hand clutching at his heart with an almost hilarious fold of his shirt fabric. “Are you calling me weak?” he asked you with a fake sob.

“I’m just reminding you.” you smiled innocently at him, batting your eyelashes just a bit before picking the axe up. “You might have more precision with this one. Chainsaws might be a bit easier to lock away.”

“How on Earth is a rotating saw blade easier to lock away?” he asked.

You shrugged. “Personal experience.”

Mattheo and you debated the two tools for a couple more minutes before deciding on just buying both, the weapons in one hand and the coupon in the other. You were rather positive that the coupons would be accepted, though Mattheo wasn’t sure whether the blood stains on them would be questioned. He was sure that the new tools would be used very soon if the clerk questioned both of them.

Said clerk looked at the coupons when the both of you walked up with them, though he responded with nothing more than a chuckle. “Remodeling job?”

“Something like that.” you smirked.

The clerk laughed as he scanned the coupons, the cost of your tools cut. You decided to hold your axe as you walked out of the store, putting it in the back of the truck in preparation for your next killing. “Do you think he believed it?”

“Do you want to kill him just in case?” he asked you genuinely.

You looked at him for a moment before shrugging. “I think he believed it.”

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icey--stars · 2 months ago

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You Would Never Hurt Me (Pt. 3)

Azriel has a nightmare about his brothers and Eris has to help his mate without guilt tearing him apart. - 1.5k words.

Initial Request: 16. Nightmares

Ok so I've been scouring your master list and I want to preface this request by saying you can totally ignore it if you want, because I'm afraid it might be a little repetitive but the idea was too good not to share with you:

So I was re reading the fic "You could never hurt me" that was requested by someone else (I love you whoever you are anon) and it clicked. You know how in part 2 Eris is helping him deal with the injuries. How about Az has a nightmare about his childhood cell and how he was burned by his brother's. Eris wakes him up and lights a fire in his palm to light up the dark room. Because of the nightmare Az flinches slightly and Eris thinks it's because of him when really it was a nightmare about his brothers

How would they talk that out

(again I feel after 2 parts of the fic you might be tired of writing the same story again so I just thought I'd share in case you'd ever like to write it in the future)

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A/N: yall, imma be real for one sec: every time you mention the anon who requested the “you would never hurt me” fic I am GIGGLING IN MY SEAT because I’m pretty sure ik who it is and the evidence is there publically 😂. anyway, i am SO sorry this took so long. finals decided to ACTUALLY kill me this semester. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!! I decidedly enjoyed my comfort a lot this time around, but the angst HURTTT to write. my poor azris brain needed them to hug.

TW: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE (Azriel's half-brothers are stinky)

{ original prompt list } - { ao3 link }

{ Part 1 } { Part 2 }

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Azriel shivered as the cold of the cellar-made-prison made it into his skin. He’d just barely made it back from his hour with his mother. His hour in warm sunshine. And now? Now he was stuck back in the equivalent of hell. The shadows around him seemed to curl over his shoulders. There was one very dim light source from outside the prison door, but that was all. Azriel lived in the dark, so he’d made friends with it.

His wings ached behind him as he tried to lift them to set them against a more comfortable area of the cold rock.

Well… until he heard stomping coming down the stairs into the cellar. “Oh Azzie~” One of his half-brothers purred. Onyx.

He flinched at the voice as the second one continued, “We have something for you!” Calix.

His two half-brothers came through the door, smirks on their faces. They had a few things in their hands: rope, a container of something, and a flint & steel. “We have something for you,” Onyx repeated with a smirk, his wings mantled behind him in clear confidence. “Won’t you help us?”

Azriel eyed them hesitantly.

“Out,” Calix growled, grabbing the scrap of clothing he had on to drag him to the center of the room.

Azriel yelped and he landed harshly on his knees, reopening the wounds they’d caused last time they came down here to “give him something.” He could already feel the warm blood seeping through his tattered clothing again.

“Hands out,” Onyx purred.

Azriel flinched as Calix shoved his head to the side, but obeyed hesitantly. If he didn’t, they would grab his “father” and Azriel spoke from experience when he said that was not a good idea. He had so many scars already. Not like anyone saw them though since he was always in the dark.

The rope was wrapped around his wrists and Calix kept him sitting upright. Onyx hummed, grinning evilly.

“What- what are you going to do?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well…” Onyx mused. “I think we’re entitled to know how slowly we heal from burns since the Autumn Court is becoming more unruly. I think it’s only right that we know, after all. Don’t you agree, Azzie?”

Shit, he swore silently. “No… no, you can’t!” He protested. Onyx only laughed as he tried to struggle against Calix who was much too strong to break away from.

The container they brought was opened and he soon discovered it was oil. They poured it over his hands.

“Don’t worry. It’ll only be your hands,” Onyx said. “And don’t fucking scream.”

Onyx picked up the flint & steel and his eyes went wide in realization. Far too slowly.

The flame was set alight and he began screaming at the pain.

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“Azriel!” A voice shouted as he awoke with a start. He rolled out of bed, wings flaring behind him. Where was he? His hands hurt. Didn’t that already happen though? Or were his half-brothers back and he never truly escaped them?

“Azriel,” The voice repeated and he finally turned to see who was making it. Eris.

He took a breath at last, clenching his hands as much as he could as he panted for breath.

Eris lit a flame in his hand and Azriel flinched hard, practically falling over again.

Eris’s eyes went wide and he doused the fire, instead using his magic to light the faelights.

“Az,” he breathed, worry on his face.

“Eris,” He whined, pulling his wings tight and putting his hands into his armpits in a vain attempt at easing whatever pain they were in. He thought he was healed. Wasn’t he? Or was it just residue pain from the nightmare?

Eris slowly got off the bed on the other side, coming around hesitantly. Even his mate was panting.

But Azriel needed something to ground him. He moved forward quickly and even if Eris took a step back, he wrapped his arms around his mate quickly, trying to reorient his mind.

“Az,” Eris whispered quietly, and hesitantly wrapped Azriel in his arms. His voice was shaky, but he commanded gently, “Breathe for me.”

Azriel tried and failed, practically collapsing. Eris gently moved them both to the bed, holding Azriel tightly while Azriel practically clung.

“In with me, Az. Come on,” Eris directed, taking a deep breath in. Azriel forced his body to obey, eyes screwed shut as a few tears slipped out. Why did his hands hurt?

“Hold it, baby,” Eris whispered. “And out slowly. You’re here, Az. In the Auutmn Court in our bedroom.”

Azriel struggled to breathe for a good fifteen minutes or so more before he finally just found himself slumping against Eris in relief once he felt as if he was back in control. His hands didn’t ache anymore at least.

“It was my half-brothers,” He murmured raggedly.

Eris didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you okay now?” He asked quietly.

“More or less,” Azriel mumbled. “Sorry for scaring you.”

“You didn’t,” Eris murmured. “I thought I did with my fire.”

Azriel shrugged. “It’s not your fault,” He finally settled on and nuzzled closer. “I’d prefer you and your fire over you not being here.”

Eris hummed. “Are you sure none of it was about me… burning you?”

“Eris, I told you,” Azriel said, huffing slightly as he sat up. “I don’t blame you. You never meant to hurt me. You would never hurt me. My half-brothers on the other hand?” He chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly. “They’d have preferred me dead.”

Eris clutched him tighter at that, a small growl coming out. “I would happily hunt them down,” Eris growled.

Azriel chuckled slightly, holding his mate as well. His hands pulsed once and he huffed. “My hands are tight again,” he mumbled in annoyance.

Eris pulled back, clearly unimpressed that it wasn’t the first thing Azriel considered important to tell him. “Let me get the lotion,” He said.

“No. I don’t you to get up. Use your magic,” Azriel mumbled. His shadows came curling around his arms, wrapping around his hands again, providing a cool sensation that eased something tight in his chest.

Eris chuckled. “Let’s reposition first,” he mumbled. “I’ll still hold you close,” the male promised.

Azriel huffed, but got up hesitantly. Eris moved to the back of the bed, sitting up against the pillows. Eris then directed him to lay down with his wings sprawled out to either side of Eris. Eris was peaking over his shoulder and summoned the lotion with a brief flash of flame. Azriel didn’t flinch this time, but he could feel Eris holding him tighter anyway.

“Give me your hands,” Eris directed once he had the lotion in his hands.

Azriel sighed and obeyed, forcing himself to relax against his mate as Eris went through the familiar movements of forcing the muscles in his hands to relax and using the lotion to help the skin loosen. He’d never regain full function, but he had regained enough.

Azriel closed his eyes, humming contentedly as Eris concluded the lotion. “Better?” His mate rumbled.

He nodded. “Better,” He agreed. “They don’t hurt anymore,” he said as he flexed his hands slightly.

“Good,” Eris said, smiling softly. Then his mate went oddly quiet and tensed a little.

Azriel sighed and turned around in his mate’s grip so he was laying on his stomach. “You’re thinking too hard,” he mumbled tiredly. “Stop it.” He poked Eris in his stomach.

His mate scoffed, chuckling softly. “I’m alright, Az.”

“No, I know by now how to identify your sad puppy look,” Azriel mumbled, muffled slightly as he pressed his face into his mate’s chest, seeking the warmth, comfort and grounding it provided.

Eris scoffed. “My sad puppy look?” He repeated incredulously. “What look is that?”

“You look all mopey like Rue when you tell him off for being a nutcase,” Azriel explained, yawning right after.

Eris chuckled. “I can assure you I look nothing like Rue after he decides the farmer’s chicken coop is his house now.”

Azriel chuckled at the memory. “Why do you have the sad puppy look then?” He insisted with a chuckle.

Eris sighed. “You flinched when I tried to light up the room.”

“I’m alright, Eris,” Azriel murmured. “That flinch wasn’t your fault.”

“There’s a reason those memories are being brought up,” Eris insisted.

“I don’t blame you, fireheart. Now stop being all guilty over something you were literally mind-controlled over. It is not your fault,” Azriel insisted, lifting his head enough to meet his mate’s eyes and show his sternness in the order.

Eris sighed and leaned forward to kiss him softly. “Okay,” Eris murmured. “I’ll try.”

Azriel grinned stupidly. “I am not going back to sleep, but you are now my warmer for the rest of the night,” the Illyrian declared.

Eris chuckled softly, running a hand through Azriel’s hair. “I wouldn’t expect anything different, love,” He replied.

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