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seonghwaddict · 1 year ago

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say my name — song mingi

request by anon. "This is my first request to anyone ever so forgive me if this is..idk incoherent 😭. But lately I've been thinking about a short smut story where the reader (fem) being a backup dancer for ATEEZ and Mingi catching feelings for her over time and then end up fucking in the dressing room and maybe one of the members walks in idk have fun with it. 🤭"

idol!song mingi x backup dancer!reader. genre. smut. warnings. smut below the cut, explicit sexual content minors dni, fingering, some dirty talk, use of petnames (doll, baby), slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!mingi, swearing, intentional lowercase. please let me know if i missed anything. wc. 1.2k.

lilo's notes. i'm back!! this is the first request i've received, hopefully i did it justice. by the time i finished writing i forgot that anonie asked it it's possible for another member to walk in and join.... sorry about that. but anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this!!

listening to. perceive by doma cyno.

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“fuck, baby,” a hand swiped through your folds, gathering the almost embarrassing amount of arousal from your core. “you’re so wet.”

you like to think your day started off like every other day. you woke up at 7 am, ate breakfast, got ready for the day and arrived at kq two hours later. you went through some choreographies with the other backup dancers until 4 pm, left to run some errands, and then returned to practice some more on your own.

since your first day at the company only a few months ago, you’d always take a few hours after your shift to perfect your art more than you already have. sometimes you’d spend those hours with the other dancers who showed up for the same reason, but surprisingly, a lot of the time it was mingi who found himself practising his group’s or his own choreography alongside you.

the first few times felt awkward, to say the least.

you yourself weren’t really one to strike up conversations with random people, and considering he was part of the group you had to dance for, you were afraid of slipping up and losing your job. but, eventually, he talked to you. after that, things were easier—you’d joke around, take breaks to go eat something, help each other and sometimes even stop what you were working on to choreograph something together; just the two of you.

it was only a month or two later that you caught yourself looking at him in a less than friendly but rather heated way… and much to your surprise, you slowly started noticing his own lustful glances—lips red from biting them and hooded eyes tracking your every movement. but, alas, you weren’t one for first moves.

considering all of this, you weren’t surprised at the position you were currently in; on the floor of the practice room, legs hooked around his as you sat between them, mingi’s lips against the side of your neck, one arm around your waist and the other with his hand inside your panties (your shorts had been discarded long ago, along with his shirt) as he faced you to lthe mirror, forcing you to watch his every movement.

he swiped his middle finger through your folds, gathering some arousal and then slowly circling your swollen clit. a breathy whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back on his shoulder. the combined sensation of his finger around your nub and his lips kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck sent another wave of wetness gushing out of you.

“eyes on the mirror, doll,” he moved his head up to whisper right into your ear with that husky voice of his, gently biting down on your earlobe. he removed his hand from your pussy for a moment, letting your legs down to slip your panties off before hooking them over his thighs again. you were practically dripping as he exposed you. “i want you to see what i’m doing, watch how your beautiful little body reacts to me.”

reluctantly, you nodded and pulled yourself off his shoulder, eyes zeroing in on the arousal smeared between your thighs. a moan escaped your lips as he gave your clit a particularly firm tug, his ring and middle finger pressed against the skin on either side of it and pinching gently. you tried holding back your following moans, but the quiver of your thighs gave you away. though, you felt better knowing you weren’t the only enjoying this so much, his erection strained against his pants and poked at your ass.

his movements against your heat were slow but precise, eliciting pretty little whimpers and moans from you. the hand wrapped around the front of your waist moved up, featherlight touches leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he gently brushes his fingers over the fabric of your bra. then he nudge the straps down your shoulder and let the bra cups fall, his hand immediately going to tweak at your nipples.

“f-fuck…” you cursed quietly, trying your best to stop your eyes from fluttering shirt from all the pleasure and keep your eyes on the mirror as he asked.

two of his large fingers circled your entrance, massaging it before slowly pushing in. jaw slack at the stinging stretch, you watched as they disappeared into your vagina, breath stuttering when he curved them just enough to brush against the right spot. your hand snaked it’s way behind his head, tugging on his hair gently.

“oh, look, doll,” you heard him groan behind you, feeling his smirk against your neck, “look at how well you take my fingers…”

and with that he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you, digits firmly pressing against the spongey spot inside you each time, increasing his speed more and more as his thumb continue circling your clit. he watched your face in the mirror, analysing each twitch of your muscles and each flutter of your lashes to perfectly adjust his movements. in any other context, you perhaps would’ve appreciated how perceptive he was. but right now you wanted nothing more than to savour the feeling of his fingers, anticipating how his cock would feel in you.

before you knew it, the familiar knot of an orgasm began tightening in your abdomen, your body squirming.

“shit, mingi…” his name tumbled out of your mouth in a drawl and his movement stopped for a moment.l before he continued at a more rigorous pace. you could’ve sworn you felt his erection twitch behind you.

“say that again,” he growled, “say my name.”

the rough scratch of his voice made you impossibly wetter as you obeyed quickly. “mingi, o-oh…”

after that it didn’t take much longer for you to snap, coming down hard on his fingers, muscles jerking and back arching as his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your noises.

“keep it down, baby, someone might walk in and see you at my mercy.”

he pulled his fingers out of you and caressed your thighs. it didn’t take to long for you to calm down from your high, chest heaving with deep breaths as he whispered praises in your ear. despite the fact you just had an orgasm, you knew you still wanted more.

“i-i need… i need you,” you tried, face flushed as you hinted the best you could.

“hm?” he chuckled. “and what exactly do you need of me?”

with a huff, you grinded yourself back against him, against his cock, but he moved his hands to grip your hips firmly and stop you.

“that won’t do,” he shook his head. “i want you to use your words, doll. can you do that for me, baby?”

a moment of silence passed between you. it was awkward or anything, a teasing grin on his face as he looked you in the eyes through the mirror, your brows furrowed before you sighed.

“god, mingi, i need your cock in me.”

he grinned, hands tugging your shirt and bra off before sitting back on his knees and turning you around. mingi leaned over you, cupping your chin before kissing you with a bruising hardness. once he broke the kiss, a malicious spark shined in his sharp eyes.

“anything for my doll.”

network. @cromernet

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poppy-metal · 3 months ago

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android!art pls im LOSING IT.

Poor baby doesn’t understand why you reject his sexual advances, and maybe it even starts to make him feel like he’s failing in fulfilling his “purpose” and what he was programmed to do

WAHHHH him literally pleading with you to let him make you feel good. it's a little embarrassing because he can tell your hormone levels are up and only rising when you're around him and your attempts at self pleasure are not leaving you satiated. if you won't use him he sees no reason to even be commissioned - in the end you come to a compromise that you'll let him pleasure you - by allowing you to pleasure him.

he has pleasure recipitors that allow him to feel sensation just as much as a human can - another reason you can't see him as purely an android - and you did always enjoy giving head. this way it won't feel like he's doing a duty - he'll get something out of it. it won't feel like he's a servant and has no autonomy.

art is dismayed at first that you aren't going to let him touch you where you're obviously most needful - but you reassure him you love the sensation of a cock in your mouth, so this will be as much for you as it is for him - he's fulfilling his purpose. he can't argue with that logic so he lets you sink down on your knees even though he feels - feels? - it should be the other way around.

his cock is beautiful. you don't stop to let yourself wonder about how is was specially crafted in a lab to look this way - you treat it like you would any other cock you wanted to get your mouth around. you don't know what you were expecting when you sink your lips around his pink tip - maybe thatd he be cool to the touch - but he's warm. warm and soft and his head is spongy on your tongue - you moan low in your throat as you swirl the pink crown around in your mouth, laving it with sweet licks of your tongue.

art has never felt sensations like this - the wet heat of your mouth automatically sends something like electricity through his balls and thighs - leaving him trembling as you slowly bob your head up and down his length. he realizes this must be what pleasure feels like - warm and syrupy and good. he doesn't need to breathe, and yet he finds his chest moving up and down quicker than normal as he watches your lips slide further down.

he has this - this impulse - something in his hardware maybe, he can't be sure - but he finds his hand moving into your hair, caressing the soft locks. helping to guide you gently back and forth over his cock. he feels your tongue on the underside of his base, licking and lapping at his skin as you swallow around him. a groan slips free from his lips, and your eyes flash up to meet his - he doesn't know what expression he's wearing, but it must excite you - because your work him faster -

"oh." he says, quite suddenly. "oh - I'm-"

he cums. no warning - it just pulses from his balls and empties down your throat before he even has the time to compute what's happening enough to warn you, draw back. his body shakes as you take him all down, to the root - and swallow delicately. you keep sucking in long slow pulls, until the sensation borders on pain and he whimpers, fingers tightening in your hair - and you pull back - his softening cock slipping free from your puffy lips.

he stares down at you. his brain malfunctioning. it must be. because he has no clear thoughts at the moment, no clear directive sending him signals on what he should do and say, how he should react.

to you, he just looks like a guy who got the best head of his life. flushed and awe struck.

you smile - lean up and kiss his slack mouth.

"thank you," you tell him. "I liked that."

he swallows. blinks. his cheeks are pink, and you wonder if it's just from the physical reaction of the blowjob you'd given him or if he's actually feeling shy.

"I -" he stops. starts again. "im glad. p- please let me know when I can assist you again."

he definitely sounds flustered.

"I will."

#ask #android!art

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georgiapeach30513 · 10 months ago

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Your Mark On Me, Part 11

Summary: can Steve be honest with himself, with you, and with his best friend?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, mentions of markings, mentions of biting, bruises, unprotected sex, PIV sex, degradation, manhandling, creampie, cockwarming in public, voyeurism, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.9K

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*dividers created by @firefly-graphics

*tattoo edit by @randomagnes0210

Steve smiles as he looks over your sleeping body. A warm comfort fills his entire insides up. You look more beautiful now, in this state of sprawled out mess than he has ever seen you. Perfect. No one could ever compare to you. And seeing you like this he takes the time to think about all that had happened between the two of you. Of how he’s never spent the time on anyone that he has on you. You’ve surpassed his every fantasy he’s had.

Picking up his phone, he scrolls through his messages. Having to scroll down further than he ever has for this contact before clicking it. His hand hovers over the keyboard a moment. Fingers tapping over the glass, before he erases everything he had just typed. He didn’t know what to say.

Laying his phone down he stares at you. Chuckling to himself because even asleep, you knew what you were doing. Turned on your side, and giving him the sweetest sneaky peek of your cunt. Your lips swollen and puffy from the pounding he had been giving you. Glistening in the early morning light, and ready to take him again. You really are his little slut.

Bruises and marks splattered over various parts of your skin. If you didn’t show that you did in fact like it, he would hate himself. He’s amazed at himself for how many different places his mouth had left their mark on your body. Reddened bruises and even teeth marks. Having to bit you for the amount of pleasure that overwhelmed his body.

He wants to hate himself for causing you any bit of pain or discomfort, and then you sigh in your sleep. Your body stretches out even more, and pushes the blankets down your body. You are a work of art. That little grin that pulls up your mouth. You’re, for now, satiated. You had proven to be just as much of a fend as him.

If you were awake, you were filled with him. So now he sits quietly, and hopes you can actually rest. You hadn’t gotten used to his size. And he coos at you with every wince when he stretches you open. It’s adorable, and he can tell you hate how he goes a bit softer as he’s entering you. Steve is a bit of a contradictory roller coaster, but especially during sex.

Steve hears a little tap on his bedroom door, and he pulls the covers back over you. He got the alert that Sam was driving up here, so it wasn’t a surprise. “Come in,” Steve whispers, and presses his hand on your bum when you stir. He wants you to sleep for a few hours this time. No more naps.

Sam waits in the doorway, watching the two of you. Noting how Steve can’t turn away. He rolls his eyes as he leans against the doorframe, “You get it now?”

“Get what?”

Steve still never stops to look at Sam. In the few days you have been holed up in the cabin, Sam sees a real change in Steve. There isn’t that hardness that’s usually present. “You finally understand caring for someone more than yourself,” Steve looks up at his friend, and responds by nodding his head.

”Dove looks exhausted.”

”I didn’t do anything she didn’t want me to. She is worse than me,” you weren’t quite there. But it wouldn’t take much. You were experimental with sex. Willing to try whatever Steve wanted to.

”I’m doubtful of that,” Steve huffs out a laugh, and turns to look back at you. You are too soft for him, and yet there’s this devil that lurks under your top layer of sweetness. “You need to call Bucky.”

”Why?”

“Because, you get why he was angry. Why he needed to leave. Why he knew you needed to protect Dove. Bucky knew before you did that you had found your person, and he didn’t want you to scare her away. And then you insulted his fiance,” feeling a bit of shame makes Steve unable to look up at Sam. But his eyes flick towards his phone. he’s tried a few times to text Bucky since you two hadn’t left this cabin. Barely even ate.

“Imagine someone calling Dove a basket case,” his heart feels like someone is squeezing it, and he has to watch you sleep to center himself. “Bucky and Shy deserve your respect. The things Bucky has done for Dove were for you. Call him. I think Shy would do Dove some good. Maybe she can soften your darkened Dove. I can’t believe she was this sweet little innocent girl. And now…”

“Sam, I’m going to marry her, and make her the mother of my children.”

“Then call Bucky. My wife sent me with a basket of food. Feed her.”

Steve didn’t have to tell Sam that he had been thinking of calling, well texting, Bucky. Sam had this ability to just know. It’s why he completed their friendship. He is the steady one. The one that helps keep them in line. And the one that isn’t afraid to call either of them out. And if he was letting it be known that Steve needed to talk to Bucky it was time.

But first, he was going to enjoy you again. But going back into the real world was looming ever closer. He couldn’t keep you here, even if he wanted to. Make you just take him whenever he feels like it. Work had to be done. He had an empire. And he needed his other part to join back in with the business.

”Mmm,” you whine, looking over your shoulder at him. “Captain, why isn’t your cock deep in my cunt, and fucking me awake?”

“And why is my pretty little bird saying fuck when I’m not inside her?”

“What is my captain going to do about it?” He gives you an evil grin, before ripping your legs apart. Positioning you more on your knees, lifting you up to get the perfect angle. He spits into his hand, and you mewl. Turning your head back to look at him as his thick hand runs through your folds.

“You’re drenched.”

“Because I need you to fuck me,” he draws his hand back, and quickly slaps over your bare center. “Fucking destroy me. Just…mmm,” moaning when he gets to his knees and his monstrous cock springs up to life. Dripping in precum as he presses hard in between your shoulder blades, and pushing you into the mattress. “You gonna fuck me, Captain.”

“Nope,” he chuckles as he lines himself up, he roams his silky steel rod between your lips. Coating Clarence in your juices, while you whimper into the sheets. “I’m going to murder your pussy,” he says, and with the next breath his hips push him through your sensitive cunt.

It stings, and you’re tender, but the fact you can hear Steve groan in pleasure behind you sets your soul soaring. His hands grope hard over your hips as he pistons deep inside of you. Becoming one with him again, and you start to sink into the bed with his force.

Stabbing into you with no remorse, until you’re flat on the bed, and still he jams himself deeper. “Is that what it takes to keep my little bird happy? Dovey, you need me to treat you like my little slut that bad?”

“Uh huh. Mmm,” your knuckles change color with how tight you cling to the sheets, and still you want more. Would be completely satisfied with Steve's entire weight pushing himself into you. The pleasure is just too much as you feel your body go into a different place. This was heaven. And Steve reminded you of this beautiful place multiple times a day.

He wants himself to be your religion. Needs you to desire nothing more than him. Like all you needed to survive was Steve Rogers. Your body acts on its own accord, and keeps your ass pointed up, so he can get extra deep. Could feel him all the way in your throat as he rearranges your insides. Accommodating him in a way no one ever has. Letting him use you as his little sex doll.

Manhandling you into whatever position he wanted. You couldn’t make up your mind on what feels the best because you just need him inside of you. Need to feel the way his piercing drags onto your skin as he pulls himself out, and then stabs right back into you. You were no longer human. Or yourself. You are just his.

“Steve!” You scream, muttering out gibberish. Speaking in tongues as you soar high with pleasured pain.

”You’re so fucking dumb for my cock, aren’t ya, Dovey? Sweet little Dove getting herself turned inside out for Steve Rogers’ cock. And she looks so pretty taking every bit of me. Doesn’t matter that it hurts a bit. We make it fit, huh?”

“Yeah. Yes! Steve, I’m coming. I’m coming!”

“My god, yes, you are. Got me in a fucking vice grip. Fuck, Dovey. You feel how deep I am?” You feel me flowing through your veins?” He reset everything in your body. You were the worst addict. You need a hit of him constantly. You would let this man treat you like a fucking rag doll, thanking him, and begging him to do it again.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck! So fucking tight. So fucking warm. Dovey, you got me coated in your pretty cum. Are you ready to feel me? Ready for me to paint the insides of you?”

“Please, Captain. Want you inside of me all day.”

”You fucking whore. You sweet fucking slut of mine! Ahh!” He screams as his load shoots into your belly. Your brows raise in satisfaction as your walls milk every bit of his warmth. Swallowing his essence to keep inside of you for the times he couldn’t be. “You like that, baby?”

“It feels so good,” you sigh. Ready to cry as he starts to pull out of you. “But I hate when you do that.”

”I know, sweet Dovey,” leaning forward he leaves the sweetest kisses down your slit. Finishing on your clit, before righting himself, and staring at his handy work. “I love seeing you wide open because of me. Your cunt swollen, and would you look at that. Mmmm,” he moans as his cum starts to seep out. “Never miss a drop, hmm? You my sweet cum slut?”

”I’m whatever you want me to be.”

”And I want you filled, and leaking of my cum today. We got to go into the real world.”

”But Steve,” you start to protest, but he pushes three fingers into your gaping hole. Stopping all your thoughts because he just feels that damn good.

”You are only quiet when you’re stuffed. Shh, I’m talking, you listen. As much as I would love to fuck you like the little slut you are, we have to be adults. We have a life. I have a business. We can’t…Dove, you’ve got that look on your face. What do you want?”

“Can…no one has to know, but can I keep you warm today? We both get what we want,” he promised to make you sit and take him while he conducted business. And now you want to collect on that promise. You didn’t know who knew that you were full of Steve. It was your silent way of claiming him for everyone to see. He belonged to you.

”You’re killing me.”

”And I feel empty. You don’t want me to feel empty, do you? Steve? Captain? Please, can I keep your cock warm? I’ll sleep,” honestly, sleeping with him inside of you sounded peaceful. You knew that you could rest as long as he was there.

You are a menace to him. You broke down most of his walls, and made him want to do nothing more but to spoil you and give you whatever you want. “You better actually sleep,” just your smile, and the wiggle of your ass is enough for him to know that he made the right decision. You are his, and everyone needs to understand that they will respect you. Only he can degrade you. And he will. Later.

He never tires of watching you. Even now with his cock nestled inside of you, and your eyes gently closed, a soft snore of exhaustion hums off your lips, you are the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He doesn’t care when everyone walks into the meeting room to see you sitting atop his lap, with your legs lazily dangling beside him.

Sure they could know that he is stretching you out. They can see you snuggled up against his disgusting burn mark. Able to watch your lips pucker out and kiss his mark. Your little sleepy sigh is the loudest noise in the otherwise silent meeting room.

This room is supposed to be his safe space. Everyone here should respect not only you, but will be willing to protect you at all cost. It’s an understood thing. Nobody here should take stock of how even when Steve speaks, his voice is softer. Whispering so he doesn’t wake you.

While everyone is listening to Steve, Sam’s eyes roam around the room. He can multitask. He isn’t quite as trusting as Steve. He thinks showing Steve’s weakness and vulnerability is a risky move. Sam doesn’t care that you’re here. It’s the intimacy of your position, and how he is just letting you be.

Steve has fucked many a woman in front of people. Humiliated them, and treated them as nothing more than a way to get his dick wet. But this is care. Steve couldn’t say the word, but it was love. Pulling down your skirt so no one could see any part of your exposed skin.

And then without thinking Steve kisses your cheek. Giving a nod to everyone at the table, and letting them know what their territories are. Sending them on their way, while Sam taps a finger on the table.

“What, Samuel?”

“You’re getting sloppy in love, Steven,” his blue eyes turn up to look at Sam, shaking his head. “Your vulnerability is putting the biggest target on her.”

”I’ll kill anyone that tries to hurt her.”

”Some people don’t just try. Some will do anything to destroy you, and you’ve allowed everyone to see what will kill you. Losing her.”

”Ready a car,” Steve says as he looks up at Sam. “I’m going to take her to see Bucky and Shy,” he looks back at you when you giggle. Swishing your body around when you peek to look at him. “You rotten brat.”

”I like Bucky, Captain,” trying to move again, he holds tightly to your hips, holding you steady.

Sam nods his head, and goes to make sure a car is ready for the two of you. “Thank you, Steve,” you whisper as your hands smooth up his chest.

”For what, Dovey? What could you possibly have to thank me for?”

“For letting me go see Bucky. But I’m not the only one that misses him, am I?” Steve rarely admits when he’s wrong. This time he does, but just barely he gives a single nod. “I knew it. You need him. He’s a part of you. Just like me, huh?”

“You are definitely a part of me, my sweet Dove. You mean more to me than you’ll ever realize. And yes, just like Bucky and Sam.”

”Then it’s time for you to accept that they have a special someone. Just. Like. You,” you’re so rotten with your little grin. Tapping on his chest to emphasize every word.

”Yes, darling. You are so smart when it comes to my feelings. I’ll let you handle those from now on,” with a sweet laugh, you lean up to give him a chaste kiss. Getting a bit of a growl from him. “Dovey, you have been keeping me warm for awhile, and to finally feel some friction is making me want to fuck you so hard on this table.”

”Do it then,” rolling his eyes he stands up, letting you drop onto the table with a bit more force than you were expecting, and he pulls himself out of the depths of your body. Hands behind your knees, he lifts your legs, pinning them on the table.

Cocking up an eyebrow, he lets a string of saliva drip down to your entrance, “You really are a slutty brat, did you know?”

“Maybe you need to make me behave. Cap—tain,” you screech as he enters back into you. Slamming your hands above your head, he sets a feral pace. They two of you needy for this. An hour of feeling him was a slight torture, and now he needs you in an animalistic way.

“Dove, I…” he growls, shaking his head. “I fucking love feeling you.”

”And I love feeling you,” he’s such an ass sometimes. Let him have his fun shoving himself into you balls deep. Let him hear the squelching sounds echoing in the room, and the table legs scratching across the floor with every thrust.

“Steve, it’s enough for now,” tears of pleasure fill your eyes as you stare up at him. You’d break him. He is getting there, even if it is slowly. You could feel it from him. And it was enough for now.

Leaning forward he captures your lips with his own. You love feeling his weight on you. Able to feel every bit of him on every inch of your body. He truly is the perfect fit. The two of you soak each other up. Never even pulling apart when euphoria spreads through both of your bodies. Sharing your pleasure as he spurts his cum into you.

Kisses continue, and you’re too wrapped up in each other to notice cold blue eyes stare at the two of you. Steve truly is a fool.

“Stop fidgeting,” Steve says softly, while your eyes stare at the ever passing trees. You couldn’t stop. It had been so long since you saw Bucky. And the last time Steve did, it wasn’t under the best circumstances. “Dove. Dovey! Little bird,” he coos over to you.

You finally look at him, your eyes shining with confusion. “Tell me what’s wrong,” this isn’t a question. It is a command, and you feel overly compelled to tell him everything. All that you have been thinking about during this drive.

“What if she doesn’t like me? What if she hates me? What if Bucky doesn’t want to see me? What if…?”

“What if you just breathe, sweetheart? Bucky likes you, and I don’t think that will change. From my understanding his Shy girl is a bit backwards. She observes more than she reacts. So she might not say much. And if she does, that is just her opinion. What about mine? And I love…spending time with you,” you narrow your eyes at him, and look back out the front windshield. He could be so infuriating at times. You’re hoping that he would just make a mistake, and say it. It seems to be right on the tip of his tongue.

“I want her to like me though. Because Bucky loves her. Even asked her to marry him. Isn’t that something?”

“Yes, so romantic to finally propose after years of being together.”

“Don’t put a timeline on people’s relationship, Steve.”

“Then don’t put one on ours,” his hand moves to your thigh. Giving your soft skin a bit of a squeeze. “Just live in the moment, honey. Ahh, there’s their home.”

“Is it a necessary thing to have your homes be out in the middle of nowhere?” You bite at your lip, looking up at their home. It was bigger than you had expected. Much too big for two people. Even bigger than Steve’s cabin which was nothing to scoff at.

“Shy doesn’t like people. She’s a bit of a recluse. And they built this home together. Designed it for what they wanted out of life, and she has no intentions of leaving. This is their forever home, the cabin is not my forever home. Let’s go, little bird. Stand up straight and smile when the door opens. Don’t make me have to get onto you. Be a brat when it’s the two of us. Do you understand?”

You do. With a sweet smile, you reach for the door, but Steve clears his throat, opening his, and your hands fall to your lap. Watching as he jogs to your side of the door. You can’t help but to beam up at him when he opens your door, extending his arm down for you to take.

He keeps a firm grip on your waist as he walks up to the house. Knocking on the door, his hand goes to your chin, and he lifts your face to look up. Despising when you don’t exude confidence. And then the door opens to the cutest woman, and your eyes fall to her stomach.

“Oh my god! You’re having a baby!” Steve looks over at you confused, and your hands reach forward before retreating. “Can I?” She giggles, but nods her head yes, and you press your hands against her belly. “How far along are you? Steve! I felt the baby.”

“We’re twenty-seven weeks. Bucky and Alpine are spoiling me rotten.”

“Alpine?” Shy points down to her leg, and you see the fluffy cat circling her body. Squatting down you hold a hand out to her, and she leans into you without hesitation. “Are you protecting your mama and baby during this time? Making biscuits on your baby’s home? I bet you are the best kitty in the entire world, huh, pretty girl?”

“Steve, you’re drooling,” Bucky whispers to his friend. “You look different, buddy. Must be…well, Dove is making a good man out of you. Grab her up, let’s come inside, or we can go to the backyard. Shy has almost got it perfect. She’s got her an English garden look out there. Something she’s always wanted since she was a kid. The Secret Garden is her favorite.”

Steve pulls at your arm, and you stand up. Giving a big smile to your former guard. “Come on, Dove, Shy won’t bite if you give me a hug. I’d be more worried about your idiot boyfriend,” giggling, you jump into his arms. Squeezing around his neck so tight, you worry he can’t breathe.

“I missed you, too, ya heathen. Come on, I think all four of us need to talk,” and you did. Lots of talk. So much time was missed. And you knew that there was a part of this relationship that would never be the same. Bucky had three things right here that meant more to him than his own life. He wasn’t risking his life to save yours and Steve’s anymore. The only risks he would be taking would be to keep him alive to see his family one more day.

While you might not ever be Shy’s favorite, you can see her curiosity towards you is real. She keeps her eyes on you, but smiles since her cat is so familiar with you. Alpine bounces between walking in front of you to walking in front of her. Ultimately choosing her family. It’s as it should be. Bucky is doing the same. And with a look up at Steve, you understood. You understood all too well.

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itsphoenix0724 · 1 year ago

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could i request an azriel x reader body worship. reader sees azriels body while he works out and gets flustered and aroused. She stares at his arms flexing and abs like omg. he notices her and goes harder👀 or he catches her staring at the most inconvenient time, they’re newly mated and they have a meeting with everyone and reader can’t stop staring at his ARMSSSSS

You Lookin'? (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Mentions of sex. sexual thoughts

Word Count: 972

A/N: Hi Anon! Thank you so much for requesting I hope you enjoy what I wrote for you! Please feel free to request again! I hope you have an amazing day love, and as always constructive criticism is welcome! <3

Being newly mated truly was a beautiful thing.

You and Azriel had taken two weeks to pass the energy surge fully. Your family had cleared out of the townhouse for the time you needed, and you were now finally starting to get back to your normal everyday lives. So, here you are now, reclined on the settees atop the House of Wind with Nesta and Feyre watching your mates train. It was a boiling summer afternoon, the golden sun bouncing off the rock making it hot enough for all the males to strip off their shirts.

Watching Azriel train was like looking at a work of art—strong cords of golden muscle working and rippling as he did a set of sit-ups. You were shameless as you watched the sweat drip off his trapezius, the only thing you could think of was licking the sweat straight off of him. Visions of the nights Az spent over you flash in your mind, in fact, you could still see the faint claw marks from your ceaseless two-week honeymoon.

Frankly, you were insatiable.

The Spymaster knew it too, and he may have been showing off just a little. He could see the hot flush of your cheeks and the heaving of your chest from where he was pushing a large stone above his head. Even if he wasn’t looking his shadows were whispering to him, floating on a summer breeze, about your every tell. They talked about the way your eyes snagged on his straining biceps, and what he surely knew was pooling between your legs. Sitting up from the bench he rubbed a hand through the sweaty hair and watched as Feyre tried to get your attention.

“She’s going to need this,” Nesta shook her head and laughed, pouring a glass of cold water before passing it to Feyre, who then pressed it into your hand. The cold of the glass shocked you out of your dazed state, Azriel had the gall to wink at you before returning to his training, and your two friends now sit snickering at your attempt to focus on something that wasn’t the Shadowsinger.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You were currently pressed up against the cold tile of your bathroom wall, the towering form of your mate caging you in, shadows teasing at the edges of your clothes. Azriel might kiss like he doesn’t need oxygen, but you certainly need to take a gasping breath. He doesn’t seem to mind though, he takes advantage of the opportunity to latch onto your neck.

“Az-” You pant, clawing your hands up into his hair. He cants his hips against yours and you mewl in response.

“Say my name again and we won’t leave this house for another two weeks.” He growls, going back to his assault on your neck, biting devotion into your pulse point.

“We have a meeting we have to go to.” You try to pull yourself away, but the Spymaster is relentless in his pursuit.

You’re starting to think you might not make it to this meeting.

That is until you both feel a wave of dark power tap on the shields in your minds. You know Rhys doesn’t actually want to talk, he’s just politely reminding the two of you that you were supposed to meet at the River House five minutes ago.

“Fucking cockblock,” Az slumps his head against your shoulder and takes a few minutes to compose himself. You rest your hands on his cheeks pulling hazel eyes up to yours.

Pressing a kiss to your forehead he winnows the two of you to the sprawling estate.

“Nice of you to finally join us,” Rhys purrs perched on a chair in the meeting room. Your cheeks flame when you find your seat as Azriel levels a glare at his brother, slumping into the chair across from you.

Feyre cleared her throat before starting the meeting.

You were not listening to a single damn thing she was saying.

You felt a little bad about it, but not bad enough to stop staring at your mate across the table. You just couldn’t help it. He was sitting with his arms crossed over his chest which only made the immaculate muscles pop out in the Illyrian leathers he donned for the meeting, blue light bouncing off the sculpted cheekbones on his face.

You could truly spend hours staring at Azriel, and you fully intend to do so for the rest of your lives.

It didn’t help that Azriel was also shamelessly stealing eyefuls of you from his seat. Hazel eyes tracked you, the green running through like veins of emerald.

You remembered how those eyes looked nestled between your legs last night.

“Okay, are the two of you even listening?” You snap back into your body and find Rhys’s incredulous stare. Cassian and Feyre look like they’re barely containing laughter, Elain is quietly averting her eyes, and Nesta has a sparkle in her eyes that tells you she’s very amused at not being the one reprimanded for once. “Alright, the both of you fucking reek. Clearly you can’t keep your desire in check.” Rhys says rubbing the crease between his eyes. “If you two can’t focus maybe we should just reschedule the meeting?” He raises one dark eyebrow in question and Azriel shoots out of his chair entirely, rounding the table to you. He hauls you up and against his chest in one smooth movement, and you’re looking at Azriel like he’s grown two heads.

“Sounds like an excellent idea brother, We’ll see you in a week,” Az sends Rhys a saccharine smile. Cassian starts roaring with laughter so hard he almost knocks his chair over and it doesn’t look like Feyre is far behind him. He sweeps an arm behind your knees and scoops you into his arms before sending Rhys a wink and winnowing away.

It looks like maybe that energy surge hadn’t quite passed after all.

#acotar #acomaf #acowar #acosf fanfiction #acotar imagine #azriel acotar #azriel x reader #azriel

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leonslutkennedeeznuts · 1 year ago

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Lovin' Your Skin | Tattoo Artist!Leon x Fem!Reader

"With that, Leon flexed his arms so you could get a better look. He was covered in ink. You wanted to spend all day and night tracing your fingers over the works of art inked onto his skin, hearing his stories about what each tattoo represented." (AO3) | Tattoo Artist Leon credit: tanya.gavva

You didn’t even want a tattoo but you figured it wouldn’t be that bad. Your pain tolerance was low, you weren’t 100% certain the design you’d picked would look good on your skin forever but Leon was sooo gorgeous. Just to be near him in the tattoo parlor for a few hours would make everything so worth it. Or so you’d thought.

Leon was covered in tattoos. He had sleeves on both arms and you could see the beginning of a neck piece as you stole a few glances at him here and there. He was so focused the few times you’d gone by the shop to watch him work. He was your friend’s tattoo artist. This was all her fault really. Months ago she’d asked you to come by with her for yet another tattoo and when you’d seen the blonde haired beauty of a man who did the work, you were head over heels.

“Name’s Leon,” he’d said as he shook your hand.

Leon. A name you wanted to be screaming every night.

“What makes you want a tattoo,” he’d asked you as your friend checked out her finished piece in the mirror behind him. “It can be addicting, I must warn you.”

You didn’t want a tattoo. You wanted him. Same difference.

“Always thought about it,” you lied, awkwardly laughing. You hoped he couldn’t read the lust on your face as you caught a glimpse of him licking his lips. “Yours look really cool, very intricate.”

With that, Leon flexed his arms so you could get a better look. He was covered in ink. You wanted to spend all day and night tracing your fingers over the works of art inked onto his skin, hearing his stories about what each tattoo represented.

“Wow,” you whispered, stepping closer to get a better look. “You did these all yourself?”

Leon shook his head. “Most but not all. Couldn’t reach my back but I designed that piece myself.” He winked at you before asking. “You want to see it?”

It was pathetic how fast you shook your head yes. Leon’s body was a work of art in itself. He made a little show of taking his shirt off for you, your friend laughing and shaking her head in the background still eying her own ink. How she was immune to Leon’s charm and sex appeal was beyond you.

Leon had a rose tattoo that started the sleeve on his right shoulder, in honor of his grandmother he’d said, that led into abstract shapes, you spied a spiderweb on his elbow and even a sea turtle on his inner arm, an Eagle on his neck- you stopped trying to decipher everything and started to take in the view of his abs. He’d been getting tattooed since his 21st birthday, something he’d done with his friends on a drunken dare after failing out of the police academy but quickly discovered his love of the profession.

After opening his first tattoo shop at 27, he started designing and doing his own tattoos as best as he could to promote his business. Now he was booked up months in advance. He always made time for your friend though.

His chest wasn’t covered yet, he’d mentioned thinking of leaving that bare for now. You imagined how your hands would rest perfectly on his pecs as you rode him into oblivion.

Leon caught you staring, you weren’t really hiding it. You wondered if he was tatted up from the waist down as well, how your untouched flesh would look against his in the heat of passion, how you wanted his name breathlessly leaving your lips-

“Do you want a tattoo, seriously?” Your friend’s voice cut through the sexual tension like a knife. “I think she’s lying, Leon.”

“No, I’m serious! I do want one. I have a Pinterest board of ideas,” you spat out hurriedly. “Here,” you said, lifting up your sleeve to show the spot on your wrist where you wanted to be inked.

Leon, still shirtless, took your wrist into his hands, eying it and you. “A wrist tat, hmm? I’d be honored to be your first,” he’d simply stated. Still shirtless. Still eyeing you in disbelief.

If he wanted to call your bluff, so be it as long as he was calling you.

“Yep and maybe a neck one too, ya know, one that people can’t see unless I wear my hair up.”

Your friend rolled her eyes and began to grab her purse and car keys. From what you’d seen her tattoo was beautiful, a bright Koi fish on her left shoulder to match the aquatic sleeve she was getting done eventually.

“I will believe it when I see it, Y/N. Don’t waste Leon’s time just because you think he’s hot,” she chided jokingly as she went to the door.

Leon put his tank top back on and handed you one of his business cards, letting his fingers linger on yours for a bit too long to be an accident.

“Well, Y/N, if you’re serious here’s my contact information. I don’t have any openings really in the next few months but text me and I will see what I can do for you.” He winked at you again. “Want to see this Pinterest board of yours.”

“Oh, right, totally! I’ll send you the link.” Great, now you had to create a Pinterest board of tattoos that you hoped Leon thought were cool. Your eyes lingered to the perfect pout of his lips then to his cerulean eyes. “I can’t wait to set up my appointment with you, Leon.”

You weren’t planning to actually get a tattoo. You just wanted a way to talk to him really and the guy owned a tattoo shop, clearly that was something he was passionate about. What better way to get his attention than to get him to tattoo you himself? Right?

—-------

It was Leon that actually called you first.

After that evening in his shop, you realized that if you did reach out to him that it would be obvious you weren’t really serious about all this. You were sure women flocked at him all the time with lies about tattoos to get him in their bed. You wouldn’t be the first.

Your friend was no help. She claimed that Leon either had a girlfriend already or was hooking up with a fellow artist at another shop.

“Her name starts with J, I think,” she’d said deep in thought. “Or maybe it’s the redhead biker chick from that bar.”

But you forgot all about that when you got a call from an unknown number a few days later.

“Leon?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” he confirmed with a slight chuckle. “I never heard back from you about the tattoo, was wondering if you changed your mind about seeing me.”

You always wanted to see him. From the few times you’d met he had an effect on you but he was a huge flirt. Maybe he was just trying to get a new client aka more money, nothing personal.

“Oh, I- the tattoo,” you sighed and decided to come clean. “Look, Leon, I don’t know about that anymore.”

“Understandable, I honestly figured as much.” You heard some faint background noise of a horror movie playing in the background. Seems like he was home alone on a Friday night too.

“Well, in the spirit of being honest, Y/N, I was hoping to just see you again. Tattoo or not.”

You almost dropped your phone in shock. You didn’t know what you thought Leon’s type was but it definitely wasn’t you. He seemed like a total badass, a bad boy. You were a goody two shoes overachiever working a boring 9-5 while Leon was a daredevil risk taker.

Plus you were pretty sure Leon was a little over six years older than you. Which made his admission all the more arousing. You couldn’t help the throbbing you felt between your legs now.

“Cat got your tongue,” he teased, clearly enjoying this.

“No, I’m just kind of shocked,” you admitted. “I didn’t think I was your type really.”

You thought back to the women your friend had mentioned Leon dated. You’d seen them both in passing, looked nothing like you (or one another) but they were gorgeous. You felt so basic by comparison.

Leon was silent for a bit, you almost thought he’d hung up before you heard him clear his throat. “Hmm, how about I take you out tomorrow night and show you how much of my type you are?”

It was a date.

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You don’t know exactly how this happened. One minute you were agreeing to let Leon walk you to your apartment door and the next he had you wet and begging for him to fuck you, his lips on your neck definitely leaving hickeys for everyone to see that you were his. The date had gone very well to your surprise and now it was about to get even better.

First thing you noticed about Leon was that he was an amazing kisser. His hands were feeling you up all over, just enough to get you hot and bothered and leaning into his embrace silently begging for more. He sucked your tongue and grinded into you, almost dry humping on the couch before you couldn’t take anymore and told him where your bedroom was.

Leon was an animal in bed and yet still a total gentleman, which you kind of expected but nothing prepared you for the real thing. He didn’t have tattoos from the waist down, and yes you looked quite thoroughly while you were down there with his dick sliding down your throat.

You’d never enjoyed giving head before tonight, before you’d met Leon and heard his whispers, groans and moans as you sucked him. At this angle, he was able to play with your pussy and rub your clit as you licked his pre-cum covered tip before attempting to deep throat him again.

“Fuck, Y/N, so good, you’re such a good girl,” he moaned. He slipped a finger, then another into your wet pussy. “Mmm, so tight, baby.”

You couldn’t talk if you wanted to with him so deep in your mouth but you moaned around his cock, causing him to cuss under his breath and pull out completely, not wanting to cum just yet. He rubbed his shaft on your swollen lips, your mouth almost desperately trying to suck him back in.

Leon took his fingers out of your pussy and sucked on them. “Gonna enjoy eating you out,” he whispered, kissing his way down to finally taste you. “I won’t stop until you cum.”

You could’ve finished right then and there just hearing him say that. When his tongue licked your center then up to your clit, you almost screamed. It felt so good, too good. You didn’t think you were going to last long at all. Seeing Leon’s gorgeous flush face clearly enjoying the taste of you was already too much and he’d only just started.

He held you by the back of your knees, pressing them into your chest as he licked, sucked and ate you like a man starving. You’d never cum from this before, never had someone so into it. You were squirming and bucking into his mouth earning more moans from him. When his tongue dipped into your pussy you did scream, his name leaving your lips over and over as you squealed and released onto his tongue.

“Leon, I’m cumming,” you whined in an almost broken voice, your toes curling and your eyes rolling back into your head. “Oh fuck, too much,” you begged, trying to wiggle out of his grasp to no avail as he kept licking you, refusing to waste a drop of your cum. “Leon, please.”

When Leon said he wouldn’t stop until you came, what he really meant was that he wouldn’t stop until you came twice. Despite the cramp in your legs you gripped his blond hair so hard you knew it was painful for him but he didn’t seem to mind, sucking and tonguing your pussy with more vigor than before.

He slid two fingers back into your pussy and you almost accidentally kicked him due to overstimulation. You were almost boohoo crying as Leon was just eating you out without a care in the world. You had no idea what you’d do when he finally fucked you, your nails clawing up his tattooed back leaving your own imprint on his skin even if it didn’t last forever.

Leon moaned and hummed against your cunt knowing how close you were again already. “Cum for me again, Y/N.” After a few more thrusts of his fingers against your g-spot you were seeing stars. “Now.”

This time you were sure the neighbors heard you. You’d be embarrassed at how pitiful you sounded later because right now you were in the throes of passion. Leon held you down with no effort as your body jerked and bucked against his eager mouth.

Nobody had ever made you cum this hard, reducing you into a blubbering mess, begging Leon to fuck you as your sweet cum covered his mouth and jaw.

“Holy shit,” you managed to breathe out when he finally freed you from his grasp. You didn’t know if you were floating or still laying on the bed at this point. If he told you it was Christmas day you’d believe him, your mind was so frazzled. “Fucking Christ, Leon.”

His Cheshire cat grin appeared above you, eying you with pure lust and pride. Leon had never been with someone so vocal before, it definitely stroked his ego.

“Believe me now?” Leon didn’t wait for you to respond before rubbing the tip of his cock against your almost sore clit.

“How about now,” he teasingly asked before slapping his shaft on your pussy.

He was so hard, almost painfully so. He’d wanted you since the first time you’d met but figured you weren’t into guys with tattoos. Go figure.

“Leon, please, just fuck me already,” you begged. You arched your back into his embrace, staring into his eyes as kept teasing you. “I’ll believe you when you fuck me.”

You knew Leon wasn’t going to be a missionary kind of guy, nothing wrong with that position but after having it so often with your lackluster ex, you wanted something a bit more. Being folded like a pretzel on the edge of your bed as Leon slid into you, his thick cock hitting that spot inside of you that had you whimpering- just what the doctor ordered.

With a pillow under your head you had the perfect view to watch Leon fuck you hard, deep and fast. Your slick was covering his cock, the sounds of your wetness and his balls slapping against your ass the soundtrack of your fuck session as the mattress creaked underneath you.

He was caressing your bouncing tits, squeezing and pinching your hard nipples just enough to keep you on edge but not enough to push you over just yet. You could barely decipher what you were even saying, just heavy breathing, squeaking and squealing Leon’s name over and over, praising and thanking him.

“You’re taking me so well, sweetheart,” you heard him whisper above you. Leon was in awe at the sight of your tight, little pussy creaming on his cock. He made sure to get you nice and wet so you could take him all without pain. “Fuck, Y/N, I want to fill you up.”

You gripped his tattooed arms to stay grounded to reality as your orgasm crept up on you, trying to memorize every piece of ink on his flesh in case this was a one time thing- in case you were actually dreaming and he wasn’t really here with you.

“Yeah, cum in me, Leon,” you heard yourself saying. It was like an out of body experience. You honestly felt like you’d disintegrate when you finally came on his fat dick. “It’s your pussy, baby. Only yours.”

Leon thrust into you slowly as you both came hard, bodies shaking and aching as you messily kissed one another, hands roaming all over while Leon grunted and came inside of you. You made sure to rub and caress his back as he did so, enjoying how he gave into your embrace as he filled you up until his cum began dripping out.

You still weren’t sold on getting a tattoo any time soon but dating a tattoo artist who was a beast in bed wasn’t the worst thing ever, you figured as sleep took over you both.

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msbigredmachine · 2 years ago

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Hoochie Daddy (Jey Uso/OC)

How many of these shorts does he have? And how quickly can she take them off him? Jey Uso/OC gym one-shot.

Warnings: SMUT

Word count: 4.7k

A/N: I believe @southerngirl41 is the reason for this title, lol. Let me know what you think!

All Jey gifs by @annoyedkayah2395

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The gym in the basement of Jey Uso’s house was something straight out of the Creed movies. The floor, walls, and ceilings were solid concrete, the old school decor contrasting with the state of the art equipment within its walls. The speaker system on the far wall blasted the late great DMX as you laid waste to the punching bag in the corner. The straining of your muscles and the aching of your joints felt good. It was helping a lot with clearing your head, given the rather stressful events of the past couple of months.

Though not directly involved yourself, you had experienced the strife within the Bloodline through your boyfriend. From Sami’s betrayal at the Royal Rumble, to Roman’s rage, Jey boycotting the shows for weeks, the uncertainty coming to a head at Wrestlemania with the twins losing the Tag Team titles to Sami and Kevin. Hit hard by the defeat, Jey reacted by keeping his distance from the group once again. He avoided everyone’s phone calls, and you happily played gatekeeper, screening his calls and keeping the doors locked from all intruders. If Jey didn’t want to communicate with anyone, then so be it. You loved his family like they were your own, but his peace of mind always came first. Always.

Which is why you let him sleep in while you came down here to beat the shit out of this damn bag. He’d gone to bed early last night and you wanted sex, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to wake him up and disturb his rest. This morning, you had to physically stop yourself from mounting him and riding him well into the afternoon. He looked so good lying there next to you, butt naked with his new chest tattoo just begging for your oral attention. That man made you horny at a moment's notice and it would have been infuriating if you weren’t already completely in love with the way he made you feel.

So, you decided an early morning exercise would help you out with your frustrations. You learned that working out brought you to a state of erotic readiness. There was a power and excitement about exerting your entire body that amplified your arousal. It also helped that you were dating a man that shared your philosophy. Exercise energized you and Jey. The changes you’d experienced sexually in the past year were testament to this. As a couple you had transitioned from traditional sex to something so much more erotic and spiritual. Your relationship thrived as a result, and for the first time in years, you were happy.

"You’re stronger. But you gon’ hurt yourself if you don't relax your shoulders," a familiar gruff voice warned from the doorway of the gym.

You turned towards your boyfriend, locking eyes with him from across the room. You nodded at his barely clothed frame. “And you’re gonna have a yeast infection if you keep wearin’ them tight ass hoochie daddy shorts,” you shot back.

He burst into a chuckle as he glanced down at his yellow shorts, smiling that breathtaking smile of his. “You got jokes, huh?” he said, pushing off the door frame. As he approached you, his dark eyes raked over the light sprinkling of freckles over your beautiful face. He knew how many there were and could locate each one with his eyes closed. Your frizzy jet black hairstyle and crafted eyebrows made your eyes pop. And though they were hidden, he couldn’t help but drool over the outline of your nipple piercings through your thin, long sleeved Nike crop top.

You picked up your bottle of water. “How long have you been standing there watching me like a creep?”

“Long enough. You know I can watch you all day, baby. You sexy as hell,” he winked, giving you a sweet kiss before swatting your backside. "How long you been in here?”

"About an hour. Did some cardio first. I was horny and you were asleep.”

“Sorry ‘bout that, babe. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“I wanna fuck you now,” you pouted like a child, “Do you know how much willpower it took to not jump your bones this morning?”

“I do. And I applaud your restraint. Usually, you can’t resist me,” he bragged.

“So damn arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo,” he chuckled. Adjusting the Snapback around his head, he moved to the free weight area of the room. You noticed him fiddling with his phone, and rolled your eyes when he placed it in a strategic vantage point. Another IG story in the works; another day of women coming online to comment and thirst over his beautiful body. Just great.

You stared as he pulled himself over the high bar and back down in flawless repetitions. The transformation of his body over the last year was goals, and you were inspired. However, with said transformation came the sudden need to wear only the teeniest tightest outfits to the gym, and now he had these little shorts in every color imaginable; pink, green, yellow, black, literally the Power Ranger collection of bikini shorts, with the hem just a few inches below his backside and showing off the extensive leg tattoos and the fullness of the groin that belonged to you. The material bunched up in that area as he slowly lowered himself back to the ground. Sweat glistened on his body, coursing down his defined contours, and you felt an animalistic urge to go right up to him and lick off every drop...

“Like what you see, baby?” His deep voice interrupted your dirty thoughts. Forcing your gaze back up, you saw his smirk, expressing his amusement at the heat in your eyes.

“You know I do. I’ve lost all my concentration thanks to them little ass shorts.”

“Concentrate on something else, then,” he insisted, empowered by how flustered he made you.

“I can’t. That ass is calling my name,” you whined, “You got your Daddy’s booty, I’ve told you this before.”

Jey groaned audibly. “Girl, leave my Daddy outta this!”

The side of your lips quirked, showing off the tiny dimple in your cheek that drove Jey crazy. “But it’s true. Jimmy got Kish’s face, you got his ass.”

The former tag champ burst out laughing. His girl was as crazy as she was beautiful. “You are unbelievable.”

“I know, Daddy.”

Not Daddy. Damn. His gaze followed your ample backside as you walked away, and involuntarily, his tongue darted out over his lips. Forcing himself to refocus, he settled down on the weight bench and picked up the weights he set out to train with.

The two of you worked out in comfortable silence, shooting furtive glances when the other wasn't looking. As he laid back on the bench, you ogled his dick print, his grunts of exertion causing you to bite your lip and squeeze your thighs together where you stood. Noting his attention was solely on the dumbbells, you sensed the opportunity passing you by.

Fuck it.

“Your video still on?” you asked, going over to him.

“No, why?”

You gave no answer, but proceeded to flop down directly onto his groin, smirking at his startled grunt. You could feel his eyes burning holes into the back of your head but you didn't care. Making yourself comfortable on his lap, you started slowly, grinding your ass on his cock, feeling him harden almost instantly through the thin barrier of your clothing.

“What are you doing?” Jey demanded, scrambling to sit upright. You looked over your shoulder at him with a devilish grin, noticing the struggle in his eyes.

“I told you…I want some dick...I want what’s mine,” you let him know, opening your legs a little wider to grind on him. With a steady roll of your hips, you moaned and whimpered at the feeling of the wetness pooling in your loins. You let his groans wash over you as you rocked you back and forth on him, bumping your ass against his abs repeatedly.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed.

“Yeah, Daddy, you like that?" you taunted him, looking back at him as you rode him reverse cowgirl. "Come out here looking like that and expect me not to jump you, huh?"

Jey did not know where to put his hands. You had him all discombobulated from your little ambush. He settled for the curls of your hair, tugging your head to the side to allow his lips and tongue attack your sweaty neck. This motivated you to arch your back and roll your ass more harshly, his hand in your hair making you look back at it. You knew how good you were making him feel as he shifted multiple times to make your ass stroke his dick through his shorts. His hungry eyes watched you dry hump the shit out of him, his eyebrows pinched together in total arousal.

“Aww fuck, keep goin’,” he moaned, grabbing your gyrating backside, purposely flexing his thigh muscles to give you more friction. His husky praise encouraged you to pick up the pace. Your hips rolled diligently, your hands braced on his knees for leverage, thoroughly enjoying the sounds tumbling from his mouth. It was sweaty, it was hot, and from the way your pussy rippled, it was about to get even hotter.

Then, from out of nowhere, you stopped and stood up.

“And that’s my workout done for the day,” you announced, stepping away from him.

Jey could not keep his jaw from dropping in shock. “The fuck? Babe!” he exclaimed with wide eyes.

You casually adjusted your clothes and ignored the prominent tent in his shorts. “Yep. Pelvic thrusts. Great for mobility,” you explained, fighting the urge to laugh. He looked so frustrated, it was hilarious.

The Samoan squared his shoulders and glared at you. “Damn dick tease. I’ma get you for that, ya hear me?” he threatened.

“I hope so.” For a long moment, you regarded him, talking to him without saying a word. You were checking on him, hoping he was okay. Jey’s expression softened in understanding, and he grabbed your hand and pressed his lips to your inner wrist. The feeling of his mouth gently pressed to your skin made your stomach clench with a sweet mix of affection and need.

“See you upstairs, baby. I’ll be right up, a’ight?” he prodded gently, his eyes shining with gratitude.

You nodded. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Now go, before I bend your fine ass over my lap.” He burst out laughing as your eyes lit up at the prospect. “Go!”

“Fine.” Blowing him a kiss, you left the room before he could change his mind and carry out his dastardly threat. Like he did a couple of weeks ago, when he locked you inside the laundry room and proceeded to fuck you for an hour. In eight different positions. All while getting the laundry done. Good Lord. Could you do that again, actually?

Buying a jetted jacuzzi tub big enough for two, was one of the best decisions you and Jey had ever made, expense be damned. It was one of your favorite things about the whole house, your place of Zen and tranquility after a long day. You ensured the water was adequately seasoned with Epsom salts and eucalyptus mints among others. Turning off the hot water, you stripped off, tucked your hair into a shower cap, and lowered yourself carefully into the tub. You leaned back and closed your eyes with a deep sigh, allowing the quiet to take over the ambience. You could feel your pores opening instantly, absorbing the mint and the steam, making you feel much more relaxed.

The sound of shoes being noisily kicked off forced your eyes open, landing on the handsome Samoan culprit grinning cheekily at you.

“That looks nice,” he commented.

“It feels amazing,” you concurred, crooking your finger at him. "C'mere, Daddy. Come join me."

Like he would ever turn down such an offer. He peeled off the t-shirt that stuck to his sweaty skin, followed by his so-called hoochie daddy shorts. He blushed at the way your eyes glossed over with desire as they raked over his body. He would never stop enjoying the way you looked at him. He descended into the tub on the opposite side, allowing his legs to entwine with yours underneath the water. Once he was seated, he exhaled loudly, leaning back and closing his eyes like you did.

“Your mind’s a mile away from here,” you spoke up after a few minutes of observing him in silence. “Come back to me, baby. Talk to me.”

Jey turned his head toward the window, staring dully at the bright sky outside. When he spoke, the pain in his voice hurt your soul.

“Tell me how I let all of this shit happen,” he whispered. “I thought I was doing the right thing, man. Staying in the Bloodline to protect Jimmy. I thought I had everything under control. Until I got in that ring on Saturday night. It shoulda been just another match for me. But one look at Sami and all I saw was red. I let my emotions get the best of me. Now we’ve lost the fucking titles.” He paused, dragging a hand down his face. “The crazy part is, I believe Sami. I know he’s right about everything. Everything he warned me about is happenin’ now. Baby I just don’t know what to do.”

He looked over at you, and your heartstrings tugged at the helplessness you saw in his eyes, something you realized you’d been seeing too often lately. It was taking a toll on the usually confident, self-assured man you knew and loved. It was no secret that your boyfriend was under the Tribal Chief’s thumb, with no true will of his own. You had your own opinions on everything that was happening and you had told Jey that much, but it was ultimately up to him to do what he needed to do.

Pushing away from your end of the tub, you waded in between his spread legs, resting your back against his chest. You always seemed to fit so perfectly against him. His arms instantly came around you, feeding off your warmth, your aura, your quiet strength that he so desperately needed.

“You’re not happy, Jey,” you assessed. “I wish you didn’t second-guess yourself so much, because your instincts are almost always right. You need to act on them again. I want you to do what’s best for you. Nobody else. Not Sami, not your brothers, not your cousin…not even me. Look out for Jey Uso this time. Just this once. And as always, whatever you decide, I got your back one hundred percent.”

Although you couldn’t see him, you could feel him absorbing your advice, letting your words swirl around in his head. You only hoped this meant that his misery would come to an end sooner rather than later. Exhaling heavily, he reclined again, stretching one arm across the top of the tub’s ceramic surface and holding onto you with the other.

“After this shit is over, I owe you a vacation,” he spoke. “Just you and me, far away from here.”

“Ooh, yes I’m down for that,” you nodded eagerly.

“Yeah. I definitely owe you a ring, too.”

“A ring?” Your brows furrowed in confusion at first, and then it hit you. Your head angled up to meet his eyes. “Mr. Ucey Jucey, are you proposing to me?”

Jey shrugged. “I told you I’ma marry you one day, lil’ mama. I ain’t changed my mind,” he said.

“You sure you’re ready for my craziness on a full-time basis?”

“That’s what I love about you the most, baby. I ain’t letting nobody else have you, that’s for damn sure.”

“Hmm. So you’re possessive,” you interrogated.

“I just know a good thing when I see it,” he stated, gazing deep into your eyes. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I ain’t letting it go, not even with my last breath.”

“And I’m not letting you go either,” you smiled, leaning into him, “You’re all mine, my big bad hoochie daddy.”

“Stop,” he warned, licking his lips.

“Stop what?”

“Calling me that.”

You raised your eyebrow. “Make me.”

Jey's amused expression instantly became serious, and he swallowed hard as his eyes dilated. It was always a thrill for you, challenging his control, anticipating what he would do to you afterwards. Just as that thought crossed your mind, you felt his right hand glide slowly down your body.

“What are you doing?” you asked, your words dissolving into a gasp when he squeezed your right breast.

“Finishing what you started.”

Your breath hitched when his hand continued its journey down south and slipped between your thighs. Instinctively you opened them, letting him play with your pussy using the tips of his long fingers. "Oh fuck," you gasped, your head tilting back when they breached your folds, going in deep. Licking your lips, you moaned and then grunted as he scissored his fingers back and forth inside you. “Oh god, Jey, yes…”

His lips swept the length of your neck, your little moans music to his ears. "You like that, mama? Like my fingers deep in you?"

You tried to respond, but the words evaporated as he dug deeper into your pussy. You spread your legs wider in the water, letting him work you at the pace he wanted. His mouth suckled your throat, and a blissful sigh sang from inside your heaving chest, your body awash with heat as his fingers probed you.

“Daddy…”

“Yeah, say my name, baby.”

It was as though he’d cast a spell on you, the urgency with which you needed him inside you, on you, all over you. Holding the back of your head steady with his other hand, he leaned down and covered your lips with his. Your fingers raked through the wetness of his mullet fade, moving your lips greedily against his as he sped up the movements of his fingers.

“Mmm, these lips were made for kissing me,” he murmured dreamily, and his soft words turned you to mush. Your mouth remained on his even as you rotated your body, unwilling to release him for even the few seconds it took to turn around. You climbed onto his lap and sat on him. His hands immediately sought the curve of your ass, squeezing in large handfuls. Your pierced, erect nipples pressed against his chest, delightfully rising and sinking like two round buoys in the sea. His groin felt hot against yours, just like it did in the gym. As he guided you down his length, you quickly grabbed the edge of the tub to keep from slipping. You both gasped from the familiar joy of your bodies joining, with every inch of Jey’s thick length sliding all the way inside you.

Jey didn't think he had ever felt you so tight, yet so slick and easy to penetrate. He watched you closely as you rocked your hips slowly, carefully, making sure you had all of him. You lifted your knees and wrapped your legs around his hips, your heels pressing against his lower back and prompting Jey to sit up and hug you tight. The tilt of his cock as you rolled your hips forward brought out another groan from you both. You rode him at a variety of paces, watching the pleasure wash over his face with each change. He lifted one hand to toy with your nipple, his palm squeezing your breast as you moaned in response. You paused for a second to adjust yourself on top of him, then switched up your movements, rising and falling, your pussy gripping his length tightly with every drop and dragging a hiss from his lips. You rode him good, rode him hard, your wanton gasps of pleasure echoing around the bathroom. Jey’s bottom lip disappeared between his teeth as he kneaded and massaged your ass, then gripping hard as he took control, working you on his dick.

“Fuck, yes, yes!” you groaned into his neck as he steered you on his pole, his fingers digging into your hip bones as he grinded you onto him, increasing the stimulation on your clit. Then, he was lifting you up and down, bouncing you with a desperation that turned you on even more. Words failed you at this point, reduced to a panting, moaning mess. You were dizzy from pleasure, almost at the edge of release. The water splashing around you went ignored in the throes of passion, with him growling against your throat as you whimpered in his arms.

Jey’s grip on your waist was vice-like as he bounced you harder, chasing his own release. It felt like you were cracking in two from the scorching heat you and Jey had created. You didn’t try to tamp down your moans as you came. It was sweet and ferocious and ravaging all at once, ushering Jey himself past the point of control as he spurted generously inside you. His deep, raspy groan broke you all over again, and you let the ripples plunge you into another incredible orgasm, brought on by the sheer force of his. When it was over, you were both spent and trembling in the water, breathing raggedly, clinging to each other for dear life. Jey dropped a kiss to your forehead and then your nose, the gesture warm and tender.

“Damn, Daddy,” you moaned, earning a proud grin from him.

"Ay, you wanted dick, you got it. You're welcome," he said matter-of-factly, carefully lifting you off his cock and helping you out of the water.

“So arrogant.”

“Luh you too, boo.”

After draining the tub, the two of you made your way into the shower for a proper cleansing. You ended up in there for much longer than usual thanks to your make-out session beneath the cascading water while soaping each other up. There was something so sexy about him pinning you to the wall as you kissed, your wet bodies pressed together, the little sensual noises of pleasure you both made while he gripped and massaged your ass cheeks. As you left the shower, he maneuvered you towards the sink, facing the mirror. You hissed softly as the cold surface contrasted erotically with the heat of your man's body on your back, and you braced your hands on the bathroom countertop. He started kissing your neck, his hand shifting upwards so he could caress your breasts. You watched him in the mirror, your pussy moistening further at the sexy sight.

As he continued to nuzzle your throat, you flexed your spine, pressing your ass into his groin, and was rewarded by the sharp breath he sucked in. Relieving you of your shower cap, he swept your curly hair into his fist and pressed another kiss to your throat, meeting your eyes through the mirror.

“I love the way you look at me, like you want me,” he whispered.

“I do want you. I want you every day of my life. I’ll always want you, Jey,” you vowed. The look he gave you in response was so purely masculine, so primal, visibly turned on by your declaration.

"That’s my girl. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” he instructed, kissing your cheek, “Let me show you what I see every time we fuck."

Swallowing hard, you watched his head drop, and gasped as his fingers slipped unexpectedly between your legs, gathering your juices. You could hear the wet sound of his hand stroking his dick, and you longed to turn around and look, to watch him spread your essence all over himself. His husky groan as he lined his dick up with your entrance made your pussy flutter. Catching your eye in the mirror, he smirked at your impatient expression and smacked your backside for your troubles.

"Don’t worry, you gon’ get every inch, baby, all of it, it’s yours," he promised. With no further preamble, he bent you over, used your hips to pull you up onto your tiptoes, and entered you from behind. Your sharp gasp filled the bathroom as your walls stretched to accommodate his length and girth, your body almost doubling over in the process. His eyes remained on yours through the mirror as he slowly started to thrust in and out of you, reveling in the pleasure washing over your features.

A string of moans left your lips as his cock speared you over and over, his tattooed arm around your waist to hold you steady. Your breasts jutted forward as your spine arched back, both of you transfixed by the reflection in the mirror, both of you extremely turned on, panting with the sheer eroticism of watching yourselves have sex.

"Baby, you feel so good," you groaned, bending over slightly as he thrust deeper into you. His long fingers threaded through your hair, and he used it to roughly pull you back up, almost to a standing position. Both of you were panting, moaning, the scent of sex heavy in the air, the sounds of your flesh pounding together ringing in your ears.

Dropping a wet kiss to your neck, he growled in your ear as he stared you down through the mirror. "Look at us, baby. Look how fucking good we look together."

You did look good, especially with him inside you. Together, your joined reflection looked good. You were an amazing pair, you and the man of your wildest dreams. You spread your legs further and rocked onto the balls of your feet, bringing him deeper into you, your breasts bouncing in time to his fierce thrusts, his hand still in your hair to hold you in place. He was insatiable for you, and you for him.

"Shit, baby, your pussy is so good. You’re takin’ Daddy’s dick so well," he rasped.

His glassy eyes and barely contained groans told you he was close to coming. A naughty idea came to your mind, and you brought your hand down to touch yourself, moaning when your fingers slipped easily over the slick wetness you found there. Jey's eyes darkened in the mirror as he watched you, his hand in your hair tightening reflexively as you started stroking rapidly, right over where his dick made that sweet connection with your pussy.

Being the showman that he was, Jey loved himself a good show. And you found that you quite liked putting on a show for your man.

You could feel your body start to heat up, your swollen clit protruding against your fingers at the same time he deep-stroked your wetness. As you watched him in the mirror, you could see and feel the tension building inside him, matching yours, your naked bodies starting to tremble from the climbing pleasure.

“Daddy, I’m gonna come,” you whined. Those four words seemed to set him off. His movements became wilder, rougher, mounting to a rising crescendo. He had you literally on the tips of your toes, at the very edge of euphoria, finally falling over when his teeth sank into your shoulder.

“Jey!”

You exploded. Releasing one more time all over his dick. Jey was right behind you, pumping hard inside you once, twice, and groaning into your shoulder as he came. His body shuddered against yours, your orgasms seemingly pulsing through both of you together. Gripping your hips tight, he moaned again, rolling his pelvis against your thick, juicy backside to drain every drop of his cum into your warm, intoxicating pussy. You purred softly with satisfaction and rested your head on his shoulder, letting him envelop you in those strong arms of his as your bodies calmed down.

Jey slowly pulled out of you, his eyes flickering to your stance; naked, bent over with your legs splayed, with his seed trickling down your inner thighs. So fucking hot. He turned you back to him, a small smile on his face when you tiptoed up to kiss his lips and play with his hair.

“So…what else are we doin’ today?” he asked you.

“We might need another shower,” you giggled, rubbing his back, “Also, I want you to make me breakfast wearing one of them tiny shorts,” you added. “You’re gonna wear them all day and nothing else.”

“That what you want, baby?”

“Yeah, and for me and my eyes only. No videos,” you quickly added the caveat.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he quipped, laughing when you smacked his arm.

“I said what I said. I think your beloved IG fangirls have seen enough for today,” you pouted.

He chuckled at your little riot act and pecked your pouty lips. “Fine. Anything for you, pretty girl.”

“Thanks, Hoochie Daddy. Love you.”

Jey could only sigh and shake his head with a big smile. He wouldn’t have your cheeky self any other way. “Love you, too, lil’ mama.”

THE END.

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I’m on a roll with Jey rn. But I’ll 100% go back to my Tribal Chief soon. This one didn’t have too much drama, but I hope you liked it, still.

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askinkiskarma · 1 year ago

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𝕄𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟 𝕄𝕖 | ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕀𝕀: 𝕀 𝔸𝕞 𝕃𝕠𝕤𝕥, 𝔹𝕦𝕥 ℕ𝕠𝕥 𝕀𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦

Pairing: Neteyam x (f)Omaticaya!Reader

synopsis: in order to fulfil your revenge plans on Neteyam, you have to give up a lot of your life, including a future with a man who loves you dearly.

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, aged-up! Neteyam/Reader, enemies-to-lovers, angst (@lanasblood trying to be better about this), smut (fingering, orgasm denial), strong language, neteyam and reader being horrible to each other lol

wc: 6.5k words

a/n: things are starting to get spicy besties 😌 i have to admit, although i am a lot more comfortable with friends-to-lovers, or more angsty tropes, i adore writing the sexual tension that comes with e2l and i hope i did it justice and you enjoy this chapter. i can't wait to hear your thoughts, bbs and thank you again for all the love and support on this series xx (thank you very much also to @cinetrix for her amazing Neteyam art ily bestie x)

this is only half proof-read, so if you see any mistakes no you don't

na'vi compendium: yawne - beloved, Tsakarem - Tsa'hik in training, tìlor - beauty, txepvi - spark

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In a perfect world, I'd kill to love you the loudest But all I do is live to hurt you soundless Say you see I'm lying, babe, and let this go I can never promise you tomorrow

The departing footsteps echoed through the forest as O'ì'en left you all alone, with a broken heart and the man that broke it, and the feeling left you empty, the hurt of what transpired, of what he did, what you did, how with each passing blow to each other’s lives, this was no longer just a petty rivalry but felt like so much more, like too much more. You threatened him, you spit all sorts of petty warnings about hell and burning - and in the heat of the moment, that sounded cool, and doable. Not anymore, as you stood motionless in the clearing and realised that Neteyam still had so much power over you, that his grasp on your life and on your heart was so tight, tighter than anyone else’s, tight enough to bruise and crush it with a tug of his fisted fingers. You removed yourself from his grasp like his touch burned you, which it felt like it did, and put distance in between your bodies, so that you could see him, so that you could clear your mind, so that his presence wouldn’t have the effect on you it always did, that you were sure was just your body recoiling in hatred, that always manifested itself in goosebumps and shivers down your spine.

“You’re such a fucking asshole.” The tears stung as you willed them back into your tear ducts. It’s been 7 years since Neteyam has seen you cry, and you’ll be damned if that would ever change, and especially right now, as you watched the smirk grow with every departing step, with every erratic blink of your eyes, as you tried to stop them from falling down your face, as he knew he got to you, that he made you pay for the words you uttered to him before.

“Oh, yawne. One day you’ll learn to not punch above your weight, and I guess since no one else is willing to, it falls onto me to teach you.” He walks slow, purposeful steps as he nears you once more, and his eyes boring into you, filled with intensity and a feeling you couldn’t quite place, that didn’t quite match the arrogance staining his lips like poison, stilled you in your spot, until he was so close, you could feel his warm breath and musky scent, until your heart boomed painfully in your chest, echoing loudly in your ears, marginally drowning out his next words.

“Did you really think you could threaten me and everything I’ve worked for, my relationship and the rest of my life, without any repercussions, huh? Did you really think I would go down without a fight?”

His hand raised and reached to push some unruly strands of hair out of your face, and you couldn’t look away from the soft glimmer in his eyes, that was so at odds with the rest of his face, you wondered if he even knew it was there. You wondered if he knew what it signified, because you didn’t. And despite your best efforts otherwise, you couldn’t deny the curiosity that deluged you, to try and find out.

The hint in his molten golden orbs dissipated as quickly as it appeared, and so did any middling emotion that tried you, as you once more found yourself reaching for your knife and unsheathing it, holding it in between both your hands, aiming for a shoulder… or a neck, and with a feral growl, you pushed your entire forced into the blow, and yelped in pain as one of his hands wrapped around both your wrists and twisted until the knife dropped pitifully on the ground with a loud clink. Tears threatened you once more at how futile the effort had been, how easy for him to overpower you like you were nothing more than a child, or a doll. He pinned your hands above your head and pushed you until your back collided with the bark of a tree and you felt the wind getting knocked out of your lungs at the contact.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… why must you always resort to violence… yawne?” Your eyes widened as the hand that wasn’t holding you ghosted over your cheeks, tracing the air right above your lips with his thumb, and you were struggling, yet again, with the feelings that were plaguing you, that made burning appear everywhere his fingers were, burning the travelled down your body until they reached your core, that throbbed and clenched, that desperately asked you for something you would never, ever give it. After exploring your face, and tracing your jaw, his fingers finally settled on your chin, pushing it gently until your face angled upwards to meet his and no further breath could inch its way down your airways at the sight of him, at the way he looked at you, at the way it made you feel.

“You told me that you won’t mind burning in Hell as long as I burn with you. Well…” he broke eye contact to look around him at the forest surrounding you both. “Do you hear that, yawne? Fire is catching. And looks like we’re going to get to burn together after all.”

“Let me go. I told you what would happen if you ever touched me again.” His smirk never faltered, but only deepened as his eyes trailed over your body, settling on your lower abdomen.

“Mmm, yawne. I’m not sure you mean that.” It was your turn to reciprocate his guise, no ounce of shame or hesitation on your face.

“Let me go and you’ll find out whether I mean it or not.” his eyes widened, if only for a split second, and you felt like you imagined his grip on you loosening, or the fleeting sight of goosebumps peppered on his chest and neck, where your warm breath touched him.

“Are you really going to miss your chance to find lover boy and apologise like the good girl you like people to think you are?”

Your eyes lost momentary focus as he spoke. His words, although as cruel as usual, made guilt peak its ugly head over the thin-veiled curtain it was hiding behind, and you knew he was right. This was irrelevant. This whole fandangle of aggression and snarky remarks you always engaged in was not what should be occupying your brain, it wasn’t what mattered. O'ì'en mattered. Fixing Neteyam’s damage… and your own - that’s the only thing that mattered right now.

“Funny how quickly you seem to have forgotten about the one you supposedly love so much when I have your hands pinned above your head, isn’t it… yawne.”

His hands trailed over your arm as if on accident as he let you go and you felt embarrassed. Embarrassed at his words, at his effect on you, at how hard you were fighting your own body and mind as they were struggling to regain composure from his touch, and his voice, and his presence.

Hate. That’s all it was. It consumed you, and you wish it didn’t, but at the end of the day, it was still just harmless, bona fide, unadulterated hate. You ignored the way your cheeks caught fire and burned beneath your skin as you ran towards the village, towards where you assumed O’i’en was headed, without sparing your biggest, your only enemy a second glance.

'Cause I have yet to learn how not to be his This city will surely burn if we keep this as it is

You spent hours searching for him, but despite trying every place you knew he liked to frequent, all efforts proved futile. You knew he wouldn’t want to be found, but still, you held a glimmer of hope in your heart that at least subconsciously, he’d want you to find him, to allow him to explain what was mostly inexplainable and inexcusable - you couldn’t blame him for proving you wrong.

Eventually, as eclipse was nearing with each passing moment, defeated and regretful, you went to the nearby river, that was almost deserted due to the approaching evening, that you hoped would bring you some answers, or some solace… some strength. What were you supposed to do? Were you supposed to listen to Eywa, and your own heart telling you to go for this mateship that you knew was wrong, but felt drawn towards, for your own twisted, sadistic reasons? Or should you listen to your mind who told you to fight for what you knew would be a comfortable, healthy future, one that didn’t particularly enthral you, but hoped you could aspire to and embrace in time, with the insight that came with getting older? As always, the war between your mind and heart led to a painful impasse where both of them were bloodied and injured, but no discernible winners were left to claim victory on the choice, or on all the questions that plagued you.

You recognised Jake’s steps and his scent as he approached you, and you sighed. You were not in the mood for a lecture. Sure enough, he sat next to you, looking at the waterfall falling violently into the otherwise peaceful river, that rippled and bruised at the contact. It was funny to you now, sitting here, how that was a perfect metaphor for your relationship with Neteyam, how in his presence, you were just a river, and he was a force of nature, there to disturb and perturb, there to change you, so aggressive and formidable, and so strangely necessary. You were sad at how much his presence in your life mattered, how you knew that despite all the hurt and the pain, you owed him so much of who you were, so much of where you were. Because he pushed you every day, to be better, to strive for more, to want to be more like him in some ways, less like him in others - a better daughter, a better friend, a better sibling, a better soldier, a better warrior, a better clan member.

“Hey, kid. What are you doing here, eclipse will be upon us soon. You know the rules.”

“I know the rules, Jake. And with all due respect, right now, I really couldn’t care less about them.”

You turned to him and noted his expression melting from one of annoyance, raised eyebrow and an open mouth, ready to chastise you for your insubordination and recalcitrance, into a soft and pitying one, as he took in your tear-stained face and trembling lips. You never cried, not in front of anyone who mattered, so the fact that here you stood, so obviously distressed, concerned Jake more than he could say out loud.

“What’s wrong, baby girl? What happened?”

“I… I need to find O'ì'en… I’ve been looking for hours, but I can’t find him. Have you seen him anywhere?” Your sniffles and a hoarse, broken voice were more than enough to bring a grimace to the Olo’eyktan’s face.

“Oh, honey…” his arms circled your much smaller body and he squeezed, the much needed hug warm and very welcome. Your hand tightened around his forearm, and you started sobbing silently as he held you. You’ve always been immensely grateful for the Sullys and their patriarch, but especially so in moments like this, when his paternal instincts kicked in, a role he was much better at than he ever gave himself credit for.

“I ruined it… I ruined everything. I should have told him, I should have been honest with him. I should have come to you and asked you to free me of this responsibility that I never wanted to shoulder in the first place.”

“You can still ask, kid. We would never force you into something you genuinely aren’t comfortable with, and you should know that. In fact, you do know that. But you didn’t come. Why?”

You had no answer to that, because truthfully, you didn’t know. Getting revenge on Neteyam wasn’t a good enough answer, and more and more, you realised that - and you knew Jake would challenge you on it as soon as the words came out of your mouth. Getting revenge isn’t a good enough reason to sacrifice your own happiness, and liberty, your future as a warrior and your future with the man you wanted to want so badly. It wasn’t a good enough reason because it wasn’t the reason - not the only reason, not the full reason, but that was something you couldn't think about, you couldn't even fathom, not yet, so you didn't.

At your lack of response, Jake sighed and looked contemplatively at the river being perturbed by the waterfall crashing on it, at the way the water rippled and undulated, at the way the bioluminescent glow of the underwater plankton, that was visible now that eclipse settled over the land, warped under its force.

“Did I ever tell you I had this girlfriend back on Earth? This was when I was young, about your age.” You shook your head softly, not looking at him, still focused and mesmerised by the same view he was studying.

“She was amazing. So kind, and sweet, and beautiful… and good. Too good for me. And I loved her. She was the first girl I looked at and thought that maybe, just maybe, she would be the one. I used to pick her up after her classes were over and we would just drive in my car, just down the coast, in Anaheim at sundown, and I remember feeling so happy, thinking that I would feel this way the rest of my life.”

You thought about that, and about your boyfriend, who very much seemed like what Jake was describing, who brought you comfort and safety. You thought about walking with him in this place Jake called Anaheim, in a heavenly place away from hurt and pain, away from mistakes and fears, just two people who loved each other, who wanted to spend the rest of their lives together. You felt grief envelop you when the face that appeared in your visions wasn’t the one you wanted to see, the one you hoped you’d see, the one you needed to see. You hated your brain and your heart for not allowing you to commit to him the way you knew you should, in the way that would ensure you a future of happiness and peace, a love worth harbouring, a pure and kind love, just like the one Jake described.

“What happened? Between… you and her, I mean?” Jake shrugged, a small, content smile on his face.

“It just didn’t work out. I joined the military, she continued her studies. We would have never worked. I wasn’t good enough for her, and she deserved someone who could love her the way she was meant be loved. Anaheim is still a beautiful memory to me, and I’ll always cherish it, but it made way for something much, much better. For both of us.

I think sometimes we hold on to things we think we need, we want to want, but these things pertain to a version of ourselves that isn’t fully authentic. I think it’s easy to pretend when we’re with certain people that life is one way, that we could fit in it, in this world we’ve created in our heads, in the world that they inspire, but the sooner we accept the realities of our circumstances, of who we are and where we truly belong, the more time we have to enjoy life for how it’s meant to be lived: fully, wildly, being wholly ourselves.”

He stood up and headed back towards the village, not before giving you an affectionate pat on the head and a squeeze of your shoulders. His last words echoed in your ears long after he departed, leaving you with so much to think about, and so much pain at knowing he was right, and that soon, you’d have to break a heart and learn to mend your own.

“You can still ask, kid. I just think, deep down, Anaheim isn’t for you… just like it wasn’t for me.”

But I'd give anything to stop time And drive around Anaheim at sun down And teach my mind to put you first

It took the whole night, but you eventually found him, after a painful conversation with his mother, at a different river he used to love coming to as a little kid with his father, one much further away from the village. He was sitting on the river bank, lost in thought, his feet dangling mindlessly in the water that rushed downstream, agitated and tumultuous, much like your mind. You sighed deeply, trying your hardest to build up the courage for the most difficult conversation you’ve ever had, one in which you knew the end result was a broken heart, one that you caused, that you never meant to, that you would never want. You knew what it was like to be broken-hearted, sad and unmoored from the reality you’ve built up in your mind, from your hopes and dreams, from the future you were promised and now will never have again. But after the conversation with Jake, you knew it was the right thing to do. You loved O'ì'en, you truly did, just not enough to ever give him everything he needed and deserved, not for the rest of your life. You had darkness in you he would never be skilled enough to wander through, to bring light into, and you would never want him to try, not when it would dim his own light, that deserved to be nourished and heightened by someone, who much like him, was good and pure, and better than you’d ever be.

“O'ì'en…”

He wasn’t startled by your presence. His gaze didn’t shift from where it was intently fixed, and you knew you shouldn’t expect that it did. You wouldn’t want to look at yourself, either.

“You know, I watched for so long the interactions between you and Neteyam, and they always made me sad and uncomfortable. The hatred that I could not understand, that seemed to occupy so much of your time and space in both your minds, that consumed you both. I watched it, and I wanted to say something, but I never thought it was my place. It hurt me, seeing you suffer at his hands, and hurt me that you always reciprocated, that you never took the high road, that you always felt the need to one-up him, to give as good as you got. It was so toxic and unhealthy, and I hoped in time, you’d move away from it. I hoped I could help you. But now, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to, not anymore. And I don’t know if I want to.”

Tears rolled down your face with every word uttered, with every sentence that cut deeper and deeper in you, until you were bleeding and bruised, until it all hurt, being here, seeing him, hearing him, the past and the future, the present and your actions, and Neteyam’s actions, and everything that lead to this moment. It was so much easier to get your heart broken, you realise faintly, than to break a heart. Heartbroken, you could pity yourself, victimise yourself, tell yourself and the world that it’s not you, but the other person, the one who instigated it. You can sleep at night knowing you were wronged, that if it wasn’t for the pain that someone else caused you, things would be different, easier. There was nothing easy about watching a good person suffer and knowing you caused it, and you wondered how you were ever going to fall asleep again, how were you going to be able to live with yourself.

“I didn’t choose this, O'ì'en… any of this. I need you to know this. Mo’at asked us to come to her as a matter of urgency the other day, she told us that Eywa gave her a sign, showed her a vision, and that by her will, Neteyam and I will have to become a mated-pair.” You felt bad about leaving out certain… extenuating circumstances, but you realise that sometimes, certain things are better left unsaid and once some words are uttered, some actions taken, they can’t be recalled, they can’t be reversed, they won’t dematerialise - their echoes will forever ring through time, leaving damage and hurt in their wake, and you didn’t want that - not for him.

“Have you told her you don’t want to? Have you gone to the Tsa’hik, or the Olo’eyktan, or the Tsakarem and talked to them, told them you are in love with someone else, that you made up your mind? Did you fight for us at any point? For me?”

Your eyes widened at his words, that had an edge to them you’ve never observed in him before, that you didn’t even realise he was truly capable of. The words stung needles on your skin and in your eyes, that had prickling tears still falling uninterrupted, like summer rain, soaking your heart and soul that hurt because you knew that you couldn’t give him an answer that would satisfy him… you couldn’t give him an answer at all.

“They look at you like you’re their daughter. They would listen to you if you asked. But you didn’t, did you?”

“I once overheard Lo’ak talk about you and Neteyam to his human friend. He was concerned about you. About both of you. But aside from that, he talked about you two like you were an inevitability. About passion that ran so deep there was no way only hatred fuelled it. That there must be something underneath it all. I heard this and it made me angry at the time… I thought that he was unreasonable and out of line. Naively, I took your affection at face value and never looked beyond. Until now, that is. When I realised that in our time together, all the time we shared, all the moments that were sweet and innocent and everything I’ve ever wanted, you’ve never once shared even a fraction of that passion for me.”

“O'ì'en, no…”

“I think, deep down, you don’t want to get out of this because it’s finally a way to bridge the gap that has existed between you and Neteyam for so long, a gap you secretly wished had never existed. I think you’ve been in love with him since you were children, and this was the perfect opportunity to change a path you thought was set in stone before. I think he’s in love with you, too. But both of you are too mean, too stubborn with each other to see past your differences. To talk.”

“You’re wrong.” The temper was rising in your chest as his head continued shaking, denying your statement, as his words were processing in your mind, the unbelievable, insane, unreasonable words that you couldn’t believe were being uttered right before you, not by him. You wanted to scream at him, to shout and tell him that it’s all wrong, all of this, everything is all wrong. That the passion he’s talking about is just intense dislike that was so grand, so overpowering, it couldn’t be contained inside your body, nor inside his. That you were not in love with Neteyam - you hated Neteyam. With every fibre of your being, you loathed the man that hurt you so deeply, so intimately, for so long, that forsook the past you shared and the memories you made and what you meant to him, or what he meant to you.

You wanted to tell him that he’s delusional in ever thinking that man could ever be in love with you, when all he did was find new ways to torture you, to belittle you, to make you feel lesser than him, lesser than anyone he knew. How could that ever be love? How could that ever work? This was love. What you had with O'ì'en. Pure and good and kind and easy. Love wasn’t supposed to hurt, right? Love was supposed to feel natural, like coming home after a long, exhausting day, it wasn’t supposed to be what made the day long and exhausting in the first place. He was so wrong.

But you didn’t find it in you to argue with him. Not with him. Someone else will have to bear the consequences of your repressed anger, but not O'ì'en, because he deserves better than what he got, and what you gave, and in truth.. none of this mattered anyway. Arguing would make no difference in this doomed relationship, so you calmed yourself for the time being and spoke in as even of a tone you could manage.

“O'ì'en… I think you’re wrong. But, it doesn’t matter. You’re right that I didn’t talk to Mo’at, and that I should have. Regardless of the circumstances that led to this, I am so sorry. I will forever be sorry for the way you found out, for the way this came to be. I’m so sorry you had to be collateral damage in a war that is only mine to bear. I had a whole plan about how to tell you, I had so many things I wanted to say to you. That I’m grateful to you, and that I love you. That I’m sorry it wasn’t the way that you deserve to be loved, but I do love you. That I will never forget you, and your affection that shone so brightly over me, that was a safe haven from the bad storms I’ve had to weather for so long. That I’ll be sorry every day that I wasn’t good enough for you, but am relieved by the notion that one day, you’ll find someone so much better than me, someone who will be able to give you everything you deserve and then some, and I’m relieved in knowing you will be thankful to have been rid of me.”

You decided this would have to be enough for now. One day, maybe you’ll be able to face him again. One day, maybe he’ll even be able to spare you a glance, or a smile. But not today.

“I hope you forgive me one day.”

“Me, too.”

But I'd give anything to stop time, commit to you and not crimes Against your truth and lose sight of every divide threatening to undo this story But baby, I'm so sorry, I don't think that I'll ever memorise this route

It was a long way back to the village, and with every step taken and every moment passed, the anger that you tried to stifle for his sake came back ten fold - the tiring days of fighting, of crying, of suffering, of uncertainty and rampant emotions all building up within you, all coming to a calamitous zenith that threatened to spill all around you, that begged and urged for revenge, for payback on the man that caused it all, the man that was at the centre of all your life’s woes.

He ruined your relationship? Well… let’s see how he’ll like a taste of his own medicine. You knew exactly where you’ll find him, because you knew he’d be in the place he knew he could pester you the most, in a place that’s supposed to be yours, that he tainted over and over, that you will make sure to conquer back from him, the way you eventually would all of the pieces of yourselves he’s taken from you through time.

Your tent was quiet and untouched, unlike the little nook behind it, that was completely segregated from the rest of the clan, an oasis of secrecy and privacy in an otherwise bustling environment. A place that should be yours alone, but now hid two Na’vi, one of them mewling softly at the actions of the other. Neteyam was focused on his mate’s neck, their make-out session so intense, they didn’t even notice you until it was too late, until you stood behind them, until your presence was announced by a deep sigh and a disappointed click of your tongue.

“Oh, how disappointing.”

The girl let out a distressed yelp at your voice and pushed Neteyam off of her, eliciting a deep growl from the man that was less than impressed by the interruption.

“Am I interrupting?”

You saw Neteyam’s eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, at the way he knew what was coming. You laughed at his expression. What did he think was going to happen after what he’s done? What did he think you were going to do finding them here? The evil smirk that possessed you reminded you of his, and you wondered if this is how panicked you looked, too, when you saw him approaching you and O'ì'en.

“You know, if you’re going to continue going against the Olo’eyktan and the Tsa’hik’s wishes and cheat on your mate, I wouldn’t do it… you know, right outside of her tent.”

“WHAT?!” The high-pitched screech nearly deafened you, but you didn’t let it show. Instead you just watched as Neteyam scrambled to get himself out of the eye of the storm threatening to tear him apart.

“Tìlor, I -“

“Ah, your boyfriend didn’t tell you?” Your smile was sickeningly sweet as you approached the couple, stopping right next to Neteyam, placing a hand on his arm, tracing the protruding veins that made saliva pool in your mouth, and you bit back a laugh at the girl’s rabid look, that looked a lot like she was going to pounce on you at any given moment - you hoped she did. Nothing would make you happier than to have an excuse to rearrange her braids. This girl that always looked down on you, that looked at you like you were an outsider or a freak, that never even tried to mask her jealousy, her disdain, her fear at the fact the Sullys preferred you, and always will.

“I will be your Tsa’hik soon. Isn’t that right… yawne?”

“So unless you want me to go and tell the clan leaders… and your mother… and your father, and everyone who matters that you’ve been fucking someone else’s mate and watch as little by little, your entire world falls apart around you, I suggest you realise this man right here, he’s not worth it. Not worth all the drama, not worth all the fuss. Just go, and find yourself a single mate, and give thanks to Eywa she’s rid you of him, cause damn, I know I wish I could be.”

The hatred in her eyes was slowly replaced with fear and embarrassment, and for a second, just a second - you felt bad for her. Because no matter how badly she’s treated you, how she’s adopted Neteyam’s behaviour as her own with no reason or rhyme, much like O'ì'en, she was also just another collateral victim in a war that kept claiming lives and hearts, and you wondered where, if at all, the line would be drawn, when, if ever, would enough be enough?

You watched as she scrambled to fasten her top around her neck properly and without another word, she was gone, leaving just you and Neteyam alone, with enough tension in the air around you to suffocate you, to feel like smoke from a fire so grand, you didn't know if weren’t skilled enough to put out.

'Cause I have yet to know how to be mine You can try to unearth this soul I swear you'll hate what you find

“Why?”

“You’re making out with someone behind my tent, knowing that would piss me off, after what you did yesterday, and you have the nerve to ask me why?” you threw your head back and laughed at the outrageousness of the question. Neteyam wasn’t stupid - far from it. He was also not naive, or oblivious, or harebrained. The question had no business coming out of his mouth, but yet it did. You didn't have time to ponder the reasons why.

“You see, Neteyam, I think you came here because you knew I’d come. Because you secretly wanted me to. Because you know deep down that this girl has nothing to offer you, and you just needed an easy way out to rid yourself of her, and you needed me to do your dirty work for you again. Well, you’re welcome, Neteyam. What the fuck would you ever do without me, huh?”

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite. All the theatricals of being heartbroken over what I did to O'ì'en and then you do the exact same thing to someone else, someone innocent.”

“Innocent, ha! You think I give a shit about your little girlfriend’s feelings, when you treated O'ì'en the way you did? He didn’t deserve this, Neteyam. Any of this. He’s good man, he respects you, and looks up to you. He -“

“He should have known better than to associate himself with you.” His bared fangs didn’t do as much to scare you, not nearly as much as his proximity to you did, at the way his eyes stared daggers at your face, that even in the heat of the moment, at the peak of anger and hatred, couldn’t help settle on your parted, wet lips. “He should have known better and realise that all you bring in people’s life is disappointment and pain. He also should have known better and realise you didn’t love him. That you never will. That you might try to act like it and convince yourself, but someone like him would never, ever satisfy you.”

“And who the fuck would satisfy me, Neteyam? You? That’s rich. I bet your poor little girlfriend’s happy she’s rid of you. Bet you haven’t made her cum once. Too busy thinking of training and ruining my life, too busy thinking about how great you think you are to make room for anyone else in there.” You poked him in the chest with your index finger, right over his heart. Your touch lingered on his body, somehow unable to bring yourself to stop, half in awe at the way his heart was racing, at the way yours beat almost in sync with his, at the way you tried to convince yourself it’s because of the anger you were feeling, and no other reason.

“Yeah? Is that what you think?”

And there he was again, once more grabbing you by your throat, and you wanted to object, and fight him, but you didn’t - you couldn’t -, not as you felt throbbing deep within you at the action, not as you had to push your thighs together to accommodate for the increasingly uncomfortable sensation, not as your loincloth was becoming more and more damp by the second. And you remember your words, and remember that you told him that if he ever touched you again, you’ll make him pay for it, but right now, in this moment, you couldn’t find it in you to speak a word, as the intensity of his gaze knocked the air out of your lungs and his fingers squeezed just enough so no more could get back in you. Your back scratched painfully against a tree as he pushed you into it, and you couldn’t help a small moan as his other hand pushed your loincloth to the side, brushing over your folds that were now sopping and swollen. He let out a soft chuckle as he felt you.

“If that’s what you really thought, you wouldn’t be dripping on my fingers right now, tsxepvi.”

Slowly, deliberately, he started exploring your heat, thumb ghosting over your clit as he watched you squirm under his touch, struggling between what you knew you should do, between your conscious mind telling you you were going to pay for this in tears and heartache, and your subconscious mind screaming to let go, to embrace the overbearing desire to give in to him, as you did in the dreams you convinced yourself in time were nightmares, but knew more and more each day that it was just another lie you told yourself to keep going.

One side of you won by a landslide, as he gently pushed two fingers in you, as he started increasing the pressure with which he was massaging your clit, and it felt so good, too good, better than anything you’ve ever felt before. You tried to contain the sounds coming through gritted teeth with all your might, knowing what he was doing, knowing giving him any indication of the pleasure he was giving you would mean another thing you’d have to pay for later, knowing you couldn’t allow him to enjoy this, you couldn’t possibly give him the satisfaction of knowing he could do this to you, but you couldn’t stop, not when his fingers curled in you and found the spongy part that made you see glimmering, blinding lights and his thumb circled your needy bud in the perfect way to heighten the sensations running through you, electrifying your every nerve. The moans turn into mewls as he increases the pressure and his pace, and you felt the pleasure in you reach a high that you were ready to ride out, your orgasm so close you could practically taste it, and you’re barely able to think about how fucking quick it was, how it took no time at all for him to get you there, how skilled his fingers, as they worked his ministrations on you. You had no will to think about what the fuck was happening, how weird it was, how the man you’ve hated for so long is doing this to you, before the feeling got too overwhelming to be contained anymore.

“Fuck, i’m gonna -“

“That’s right, tsxepvi. I can feel you squeezing my fingers. You want to come for me?”

“Argh, I-“

The moan you let you wasn’t of pleasure, it was of deep, throbbing pain as the emptiness overtook you, as soon as he removed his fingers.

He smirked, an evil smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, as his fingers found his lips and he sucked on them, his tongue swirling in between them, licking every single drop.

“You taste fucking amazing, tsxepvi. Maybe next time, if you apologise and behave, you’ll actually get to cum.”

And with that, he was gone, living you an empty, horrified mess, as the high came crashing down violently and the consequences of the last few minutes replaced it to lead you in a spiral of mixed thoughts and feelings, each one more terrifying than the last.

'Cause I am lost, but not in you Yes, I am lost, but not in you

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Stars Align: Part 7

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Warnings: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Pining, Mentions of Abuse, Violence, Angry Bradley, Sexual Themes, Alcohol, Swearing, Just Really Soppy Scenes.

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18+ Only

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Past:

Bradley decided to skip the party that night. Michelle was getting on his nerves and he just really missed his best friend. He hadn’t spoken to you in over a week and withdrawals began to set in.

You plagued his dreams and he longed for your company, your adorable laugh to ring out when he made a really bad joke, or just to have a genuinely interesting conversation with someone who wouldn't look at him like he was looney.

All he got these days was stale conversations about the latest fashion, who slept with who, and how that guy they met at that party that one time got a fake ID.

He was growing quickly bored of this new lifestyle, and wished he’d taken the time to savour his old life when he had it. To savour you.

Bradley was finally coming to terms with the fact that he should have told you how he felt before you left, but the opportunity was now long gone and he would likely never have the chance again.

But that didn’t mean he couldn’t still tell you how much he cared.

“Ma, I’m home!” Bradley called as he jogged up the stairs to his bedroom.

Carole poked her head out of the kitchen, “I thought you were at Michelle’s tonight?”

“I was gonna, but I really just need to talk to Birdy.” He said as he stopped at the top of the stairs.

“Okay sweetheart, I’ll get dinner started.”

Bradley disappeared into his bedroom and shut the door, he took a deep breath as he picked up the phone.

“Hi this is Y/N, I’m not here right now. Please leave a message and I’ll get right back to you!” Your sweet voice rang over the other end, and it gave Bradley goosebumps. Simultaneously it also filled him with guilt. You kept missing one another, and it was mostly his fault.

The line beeped and he cleared his throat.

“Hey Birdy, sorry I missed your call yesterday, looks like we keep missing each other.” He chuckled sadly, cleared his throat again and sighed, “I really, really miss you, kid. Life’s not the same without you. Please call me back, I don't care what time it is, just call, I'll answer.”

He hung up and rubbed his face frustratedly.

Part of him wanted to pack a bag and catch a bus or plane over to you, but he knew it wasn’t the right time.

Not yet anyway.

Bradley looked around his bedroom for a moment, until he had an idea.

He got up and crossed the room to his desk and pulled out a sheet of paper.

If he couldn't tell you how he felt, he decided he'd write about it instead.

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Present:

The weeks passed in a beautiful blur, and you were really growing accustomed to life in the little bungalow with Bradley.

He couldn’t keep his hands off of you, and he was your biggest supporter when it came to your art, which was flowing out of you with ease.

He made it hard to concentrate when he kissed your neck from behind while you tried to paint, but once he’d taken care of you, well and truly breaking the bed, that’s when some of your best work was created.

One day you were lounging in the back yard catching some sun, while Bradley did some gardening, shirtless and in his favourite jorts. The sun glistened against his tanned, sweaty body, and you couldn’t help the way your core throbbed as you bit your lip and watched his muscles ripple as he worked hard to move around a series of large stones.

He glanced over at you and caught you staring, and a wide grin spread across his face.

“Really? Like this? I’m disgusting.” He chuckled.

“I know, but it's really doing it for me. Please?” You stuck out your bottom lip and pleaded.

Bradley couldn’t resist you if he tried, especially not when you lay in such a small bikini, face flushed by the sun and lust. He straightened, wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand. He sauntered over to you slowly, teasingly, and gave you a wink as he grabbed your calves, slowly sliding his hands up to your thighs and pushing your legs apart, crawling in between them.

He captured your lips hungrily and took your breath away as your hands wandered his sweaty abs.

You wrapped your legs around him and he moved his lips to your neck, and down, down, sucking marks into the valley of your breasts until he reached your bikini top. He tugged at it gently with his teeth and -

“Hellooo? Anyone home?” A voice rang out, and you pushed Bradley off of you, blushing bright red. Bradley groaned as he pushed himself up and off of your lounger.

“Who is it?” You whispered, flustered.

“Nat.” He mouthed back, then took a deep breath to calm himself. “Out here Nat!” He called. “I really need to start locking that door.”

You chuckled and adjusted your bikini. No one knew about you and Bradley yet, you'd been keeping your relationship in a secret little bubble of bliss, not keen on other peoples unwanted opinions just yet.

Nat poked her head out the back door with a grin. ''Hey guys! I did knock, but I guess... never mind.'' She could obviously tell she had interrupted something by the flushed looks on both of your faces. ''I'm heading over to the Hard Deck for a few drinks, just wanted to see if you're interested?''

Bradley looked over at you and you shrugged, ''Sounds fun to me, I just need to get changed.'' you smiled.

Bradley sighed, ''Yeah ok, can I shower first?''

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Past:

Bradley was positively bouncing as he waited at the airport's arrivals terminal, you were finally getting off of the plane to come and stay with him for the summer, and it had been months since he had last been able to hold you, even if it was just platonic.

He craned his neck as he waited for you to arrive, growing more and more impatient by the second, until he saw your smiling face bobbing along with the crowd. You'd had to jump to see over the heads of some of the passengers, but when you spotted Bradley, you ended up in full sprint, zig zagging past everyone to get to him.

As soon as you were close enough, you dropped your suitcase and jumped into Bradleys arms. He spun you around with his face buried in your hair, and he felt as if he could fly in that moment, he was so happy.

''Oh my god, you have no idea how much I've missed you lil bird.'' he mumbled into your hair.

''I missed you more!'' you exclaimed as you pulled back and cupped his slightly less chubby cheeks to inspect him. ''I've missed you and your dumb moustache.''

Bradley chuckled as he put you down, grabbing your suitcase and your hand as he walked you to his truck.

You sang along to cheesy 80's hits and caught up on the past few months as he drove you to his house, and Bradley couldn't stop glancing over at you, thrilled that you were finally back with him, even if it was just for a little while.

''So how's Michelle?'' you asked, teasingly, ''Have you done the thing yet?''

Bradley blushed and cleared his throat as he eyed the road, ''Uhm, we broke up, and no.''

You looked over at him with wide eyes, ''Oh, I'm sorry Brad, you never said anything. What happened?''

''I took too long.'' He shrugged.

''Took too long to do what?''

''Sex, Birdy, I took too long to fuck her.'' He said plainly, a hint of humour behind his lips.

''Ah, gross, Brad. Didn't need to put it so crassly.'' You cringed, ''I am sorry though.'' you nudged him gently.

''It's okay, she wasn't right for me.''

You wanted to say 'I knew it.' or 'I told you so.', but you didn't. You didn't need to, you knew he knew.

''Why did you hold out on her? Thought you just wanted to get it over and done with.''

''I couldn't stop thinking about what you said, about the first time needing to be with someone I actually care about.''

You blushed and nodded, ''Yeah, that's sort of why I still haven't done it either.''

Bradley glanced over at you for a moment, but he said nothing, turning his attention back to the road.

Before long you were pulling up on his drive and you hopped out before the truck even fully came to a halt. You legged it inside and skidded into the kitchen, where Carole stood brewing a cup of tea.

''Carole!'' you screamed, running over to hug her.

''Oh sweat pea! I'm so happy you're finally here.'' she hugged you back and kissed the top of your head. ''It's gonna be so nice to have another woman in the house again.''

Bradley walked in and put your suitcase against the wall. He scoffed, ''You mean 'girl'.'' he said teasingly.

You shot him a glare, ''Shut up Bradshaw, I don't even wear princess pyjamas anymore.''

Carole laughed and shooed you both upstairs to unpack.

Bradley showed you to the guest bedroom and sat with you while you unpacked your things into the little chest of drawers.

''So, any boyfriends or anything your side?'' he asked as he leaned back on his elbows.

You scoffed, ''No, they're all dreadful where I live. I have got a friend though, her name's Gabby, I think you'd really like her.''

''I'm glad you're fitting in, but don't forget where you really belong.'' he sighed, laying back against the bed, his torso exposed. You pried your eyes away and forced out a chuckle.

''And where is that?''

''With me.'' he said simply.

You stopped for a moment, but then realised he must have meant physically, as in back in your home town, and you said nothing.

''Woaaah, what are these?'' You heard him say suddenly, and turned around to find Bradley fishing a pair of thongs out of your suitcase.

You gasped and snatched at them, but Bradley moved them out of reach.

''Give them back, Bradshaw!'' you swiped again, falling onto the bed as Bradley held them up high.

''Not until you tell me what they are, dental floss?'' he teased.

''Shut up, I'm not a kid anymore.'' you threw yourself onto Bradley and pinned him under you, snatching the underwear out of his hands. You looked down and you were now face to face with him as he chuckled, and your face must have looked even redder up close.

''I know you're not, Birdy, you haven't been for a long time.'' he was suddenly serious as you hovered over him.

You pushed yourself up and shoved the thongs back into your suitcase, zipping it up.

You stuck your tongue out at Bradley, ''I'll unpack the rest later. Once you're in your own room.''

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Present:

The Hard Deck was packed by the time you arrived, and Bradley took your hand as he lead you through the crowd towards the pool table at the back. You smiled as you saw the familiar group you'd come to adore over the past few weeks.

You said hi to everyone and wedged yourself in between Jake and Bob as they asked you to help settle a debate.

Bradley went to the bar and grabbed a round of drinks.

''So Baby on Board here says showering at night is better, but I say showering in the morning, so you're fresh for the day, what do you think?'' Jake drawled and took a sip of his beer, sure you would agree with him.

You laughed, ''Well, I think it depends on your lifestyle, but personally I shower at night, you're not gonna get dirty or sweaty while you sleep, and if you do I'd suggest a morning shower. But the way I see it is if you shower before bed, then you're all soft and clean and sleep better, and should still be clean in the morning for the day ahead. If you only shower in the morning, by the time you go to sleep you'll be all gross again.'' You shrugged and Jakes face fell, he looked defeated. Bob hooted and gave you a high five.

''I'll have you know, I do get very dirty and sweaty at night, so I'll stick to my mornin' showers thanks.'' Jake said sarcastically, and sauntered off. You and Bob laughed, and he rolled his eyes.

''Last week I lost the debate, so it's only fitting I win this one.'' Bob grinned. ''So, how are...things?''

You blushed and lowered your voice, ''Good, really good, but no one else knows. Can you just keep it between us three for now?''

''You got it.'' he smiled.

You found it difficult to act normal around Bradley for the rest of the evening, having to catch yourself from flirting with him out in the open, and he kept finding himself staring at you across the room for prolonged periods of time before having to remind himself that no one knew.

You were tempted to pull him into a bathroom stall, but as packed as the bar was, you knew someone would notice.

You were sat on a stool as Nat told you an embarrassing story about Jake, who stood not far away trying to convince you that she was telling it wrong, when you noticed Javy's face drop. He immediately stopped his game of darts, and tapped Jake on the shoulder, whispering something in his ear.

Jake looked over and sighed, you couldn't see what they were seeing from your seat, but Jake made his way over to you and leaned over so only you and Nat could hear him.

''Heads up, chickadee, Alice just walked in.''

Your heart began to thud, but you smiled a calm smile and nodded. ''Thanks Jake, where's Bradley? We should probably let him know.''

''Not sure, I'll go find him.'' He patted you on the back gently as he walked off to find Bradley, and you went back to your conversation with Nat, trying to push the fact that Alice was more than likely still unhappy and would be looking to pick a fight with you or Bradley.

You and Nat laughed along to her reminiscing about the days before she was friends with Jake.

''Anyway, so then when I pointed it out to Hangman, he acted as if he didn't do it, and he tried to...'' she suddenly trailed off, distracted by something over your shoulder, or rather someone. She frowned as she stood from her seat.

''What?'' you asked as twisted in your seat, but just as soon as you had turned around, you wished you hadn't. It was if you were inside a horrible, realistic nightmare. You thought you were going to be sick.

Your breath was knocked from your lungs and you stumbled off of your seat, tears prickling in your eyes as you blinked rapidly and fought to breathe.

''Hey pretty girl. It's been a while.''

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mugeesworld · 2 years ago

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Ukai with a chubby partner head cannons♥︎

I've been having so much ukai with a chubby partner brain rot recently and I need to tell someone or I'll explode?!

Female y/n

NSFW

Reminder I add to head cannons randomly whenever they pop into my head so it can change daily!

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Now hear me out. I get Major "chubby chaser" vibes from this guy. Not in a fetish way but a way that sees your plush figure as soft and elegant. Something he can't take his eyes off of. Breath taking.

Ukai has always been drawn more to chubby women I think. The bigger the figure the more he can love. And LET ME TELL YOU. He can't keep his hands away.

Every chance this man gets he's groping you. Whether it's your ass, breasts, thighs, or stomach. He's always touching something. Even when he doesn't realize he will place a hand on your leg and lightly squeeze. He's like a magnet to your body.

He loves the way your soft body feels pressed against his and how he can feel heat radiating off you on to him almost immediately. He loves your hugs. The way you wrap your arms around his back with your tits pressed against his chest so he can get a eye full.

He has to look away to keep himself from full on digging his face into your soft chest. If he could he would stay there forever. That's heaven for him.

That being said he loves cuddling you. He loves nothing more then to come home everyday to see his beautiful girlfriend laying on their bed playing on her phone. Quickly discarding of his work clothes and hoping into the warm bed with you and savoring every inch of your body.

Letting his hands explore your curves and dips as if they were unexplored areas hoping to find some treasure. And trust me. He did everytime. He never gets tired of rubbing his hands up and down your sides. Softly sliding one up your shirt while the other reaches down to grab your waist and ass to pull you closer to him.

Every tiny bit of space between y'all he sees as wasted potential so he always pulls you closer to him. Their is nothing that's stopping this man from feeling ever inch of you. And he's gonna no matter what it takes.

Watching your every move. Any time you would shift as a reaction his hands tracing your body he would pick up on it. No matter how many times he seen your body he is always blown away by the beauty. Like those sculptures in museums he sees every detail on your body as important. Your art. A goddess. He is literally flabbergasted on how you are in his grasp.

And he will never let go.

Yes ukai had that "bad guy" look going for him. Always having that smug look on his face that he knows both pisses you off and turns you on. But with you he has a big soft side.

Even though he tends to act different around you then other people knowing he can truly relax and trust you he still acts cocky sometimes.

Ukai loves and I mean LOVES to tease you. Anywhere. Anytime. He doesn't care. He will take any chance to make you flustered/embarrassed cause he knows it makes you crazy.

If you work in the store with him you best believe ALL DAY he is doing some smug shit. Giving you sexual looks from across the room. Looking you up and down.

Going up behind you and placing his crotch just close enough to your ass so you can feel it when you're bent over restocking the shelfs. With nothing more then a simple "Need help with that?" coming from his lips. Sometimes whispering it in your ear.

Or when passing by you in a tight space making sure to over drastically rub himself against you when passing. Only saying excuse me and walking away like he ain't do shit.

If you're the type to get nervous with eye contact he takes that to full advantage. You could be walking out of the storage room when ukai starts walking slowly towards you. Looking you up and down and staring you lustfully in the eyes taking a drag of his cig. Before blowing out the smoke and licking his lips as you just stand there to nervous to move since his gaze is so intimidating.

Giving you one more look up and down and going on with his business like nothing happened once again letting you finally be able to breathe.

Oh but the other way around..... You teasing him is a whole different story. And everytime you try it. It's never the out come you thought it would be.

One day you decide to get your revenge on your boyfriend. Not in a mean way but something close. You told ukai he could go ahead to the store that you just had to fix your hair. It was nothing knew so he brushes it off and makes his way to the store that's close to yalls house.

You put on his favorite sun dress. One that's perfect for summer time but also hot. It goes up mid thigh and reveals a good bit of cleavage. He loved this dress. It made you look both elegant and sexy and every time you wore it in the past it ended up on the floor of your apartment along with his clothes ;)

You fix your hair cutely and put on your shoes and socks before making your way to the store. No one was there yet since he just flipped the sign on the door to open so it was just you and him.

You enter the store fairly quiet and make your way to the storage room to get a apron to tie your look all together. Ukai was currently looking at the newspaper at the counter waiting for a customer. Not paying attention to you at the moment.

You grab your apron that still shows your chest. You pull the strings and tie them around your back. Doing ukais next favorite thing you wear. He loves to see you in a apron. How it hugs your body and outlines your figure.

You walk out of the storage room and head over to ukai to see what all needs to be done. "What's on the schedule today?" you ask making his head turn up to face you. To his surprise he has this extra beautiful sight in front of him. Making his cheeks turn a light tint of red.

"Wow.... You do this all for me?" he asks smugly. Standing up, crossing his arms and making his way over to you. You act dumb and give him a confused look. "Do what?"

Ukai chuckles and inches closer but you swiftly dodge him and grab the clip board on his desk of everything that needed to be done. He widdens his eyes at your sudden movement but brushes it off.

"I'll start restocking the drinks in the fridge if you want to do the cans!" you say before quickly walking off before he could get a chance to respond. You head to go grab the drinks.

Ukai stands there for a moment. Confused about why you're acting like this but let's it go eventually thinking it's just you joking or something.

You make your way back out with the drinks and start to put them on the few middle shelfs. Ukai makes his way to the back grabbing the cans and walking to the isle that needs to be restocked.

He watches as you bend over to grab bottles and put them on the bottom shelf. Revealing your plush thighs and a tiny bit of your ass to him. He feels his pants tighten up at the sight, his cheeks once again turning red. He shakes his head and tries to stay focused on his task.

As he is stacking the cans on the shelf he hears a noise coming from you and turns his head. You desperately try to reach the top shelf of the tall fridge but can't reach (I'm 5'7 just go along with it💀)

You stretch and stretch trying to reach on your tippy toes but fail. You fall back on your heels with a sigh. Suddenly ukai appears behind you and grabs a few bottles reaching over you and putting them on the shelf. You smile to yourself knowing your plan worked.

You "innocently" move back a bit grinding your ass on his crotch making him grunt. You start to feel more confident now that it's working and take it a step further. "Oh here let me grab these down here for you!" you say.

"Oh no that's ok! I can~ ah" he tries to say before you bend over to grab the remaining bottles ruting back on him harder then before. You take your time grabbing the bottles before handing them to ukai.

"Here! Thank you!" you say slightly moving to face him grabbing his arm and hugging. Making sure to squeeze your boobs together.

At this point ukai has caught on and he is a mess. He hates being teased. Just as y'all finish the drinks customers start to walk in. You quickly prance off to greet the customers and see if they need help leaving ukai there sexually frustrated.

For the next hour ukai sits at the counter watching you and trying to hide the buldge growing in his pants. Once all the customers left you went back to the isle ukai was stacking the cans on and start to put them away.

Ukai puts out his cigarette walks over to the door and flips the sign to closed. You don't notice since you are currently bent over to put away the remaining cans.

As you were about to finish you feel ukai walk up behind you doing what he does as usual and rub against you as you are bending over but this time..... He didn't walk away.

You listen to him sigh as he drags his hands across your waist. "I've caught on to your little tricks sweetheart.... And I got to say. I'm not a fan. Not one bit."

Your breath shutters as you feel his hands start to roam up your dress. "Two can play that game. And I won't loose y/n." he squeezes your ass.

..... Let's just say the store remained closed for a good hour or two.

Ukai loves to see you in his shirts. Especially if they are tight on you a bit. It makes him crazy. He would prefer his shirt and a pair of short shorts over a dress any day.

He's definitely the type to keep one of your hair bows around his wrist. He loves to play with it. He says he keeps It with him cause he doesn't want to hear you complain about your hair being in the way but he would honestly be sad if you actually needed it. He would steal another.

This man would love to lay on your thighs. He wants to be crushed. Suffocated. He would die a happy man.

His favorite position is cow girl and reverse cow girl. He loves the view. Being able to grab your breasts or your ass and thighs as you ride him makes him insane.

When y'all are done and rearrange to cuddle ukai loves to cock warm you. Leaving himself inside you while y'all drift to sleep. Either a lewd dream waking him up feeling you or him start to move or his morning wood getting hard while still in you and being ready to go right when y'all wake up.

He loves sleepy morning sex. Also waking you up with sex. Watching your eyes flutter open as he slowly starts to thrust in you. Hearing you moan in your sleepy voice makes him weak. And imagine his sleepy voice too as he rails you. Damn😍

If you're tired and don't feel like riding ukai will HAPPILY do missionary or doggy style instead. He loves the way your ass bounces on him. Holding your hips and pushing as far as he can into you.

Ukai would definitely be a kinky guy. Possibly choking, hair pulling!!! (He loves when you grab his hair when he is in between your legs) maybe something to do with smoke. Like taking a hit then kissing you transfering the smoke into your mouth. Or possibly even spitting in your mouth if you're into that.

He loves your little outfits you throw on for bed. He especially loves garters. He likes pushing his fingers under them and going around rubbing your thighs. Or if they are a little tight and noticeably squishy your thighs. That shut makes him crazy.

Now hear me out. Tongue piercing. He would totally get one. And use one of those vibranting ones for your nipples and clit.

That being said. Brother could eat you out for hours. He going in that shit like he hasn't ate in days and he coming out with you all over his chin. He wants it all. He loves having your thighs squish his as he overstimulatrd you for the 3rd time that night not wanting to leave in between your legs. He'll most of the times let you but if you do it do much you're getting your legs pushed back so he can go deeper.

Also you tugging his hair to pull him closer?..... LORDDDDD! LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING it makes him insane. Like phyco he loves that shit. To the point he is moaning while eating you as you pull on his gorgeous locks. It makes him crazy. H loves having you play with his hair. Even outside of the bed room. You make fun of him sometimes saying he acts like a cat wanting to constantly be pet. He always gets embarrassed and denies it but sure enough not even 5 minutes later he's asking for you to do it again.

Not only that but face sitting? He gets weak in the knees just thinking about. And it took a lot of convincing for you to finally try it cause you we're scared to hurt him. But he wanted you on him. Sat. He will pull your legs down if you try to half ass that shit. He loves seeing you ride and grind on his face.

He told you he would tap your legs if it was ever to much. But he lied. He rather die then leave that glorious place. "GLORY GLORY WHAT A HELL OF A WAY TO DIE!" he definitely salutes before he starts.

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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Breathless P3

Media The Artful Dodger

Character Jack Dawkins

Couple Jack X Reader

Rating Sweet + Kinda Sad

Requested: thank you so much for that, the end nearly had me in tears tho. please a part 3 I need this Part 3 ?? Please Part 3 Please

Warnings: Asthma attacks, medical issues

I woke as I often did with a wheeze and a cough, I felt Jack's hand on me. He had rested his hand on my chest, not in a sexual way. But just resting there just under my breasts so he could feel my every breath. I don't imagine he slept much but I know he wouldn't want it any other way. I looked around the room seeing the various items littered about the place, the various trails and errors of trying to find anything that even soothed the damage that grew day by day. I slowly sat up and that woke Jack too.

"Morning,"

"Morning-" He yawned sitting up and stretching his back, "How are you feeling?"

"The same," I sighed leaning on the headboard,

"Alright, not change at all?" He asked and I shook my head, he forced a smile and kissed my cheek, "Alright, I need to get to work. You're going to be alright by yourself?"

"I'll be okay,"

"Good girl, I'll be back as soon as I can."

"Okay, see you soon Jack."

"See you soon," he reassured kissing my lips gently and sweetly he caressed my cheek before he got himself out of bed adjusted his clothes a little better and blew me a kiss before he headed off to work.

I milled around for a while trying not to do much but I wanted to wash up, I felt dirty and slimy so I got some water and began to give myself a basin bath slipping off my nightie to give my body a good clean. As I did I noticed how breathless just the mere action of washing myself was becoming but I pushed through not wanting to leave myself half-clean, but I had to stop and wheeze trying to get my breath in.

"Uhhhhhhh Hello y/n..." Jack spoke up behind me

Well that certainly didn't help my breathlessness, I grabbed my sheet and wrapped it around me as tight as I could as I turned and tried to get my breath in "HI!"

"Hi. You uuhhh you warm?"

"I wanted a bath." I gasped

"Ohh why didn't you say I'd have got the nurses to draw a bath for you."

Ohh now he tells me! "I didn't want to be a bother."

"You okay?"

"Just a little... out of breath. from the shock."

"Sit down," he told me gently making me sit on the bed and checking me over helping me through our usual steps to try and steady my breathing getting the machine and checking my breathing "That is... very low. You were just having a bath?" he asked and for a moment I glared "You were stood naked I don't know what else you where doing."

"Like what?"

"Anything that might have made you... breathless?" he winked,

"I was just bathing." I glared

"Alright, I only asked." he chuckled "Medicine time then."

"Noo Jack please-"

"No medicine no kisses."

I pouted but open my mouth

"That's a good girl" he cooed giving me horrifically tasting medicine, he smiled and kissed my lips once I took it, "Now are you okay? I can stay if you want me to?"

"No I'll be okay, I just have to take it a little slower. You go on back to work Jack."

"Alright, just be careful," he said getting up and kissing my head "You looked extraordinarily beautiful by the way" He smirked at the door

"What in my sheet?"

"In the sheet, without the sheet, both are very beautiful. But I like one a little better" he winked,

"Go work Doctor Boy."

"I'm going, I'm going." he chuckled heading out back to work,

I woke to a very strange sensation indeed, as I felt Jack's lips on mine, his body over mine, I was shocked but I kissed him back which made him pull away, so I slowly opened my eyes seeing him over me in the same state he came to bed, but his eyes red and teary, panic across his face.

"What's wrong?"

"You- You stopped breathing- I - I thought" He gasped in panic and fear

"And you thought to kiss a dead body?" I giggled "Weird of you, Prince Charming?"

"I was giving you mouth to mouth!" he argued, "and then when you were breathing.... yeah I got excited you were okay and started kissing you."

"Any excuse" I smiled kissing him, "How long did I stop?"

"Not long. But longer than I was comfortable." He said, "You're getting worse... and I don't know how to fix it." he admits "I have no idea what to do, and every textbook, or case study I read... just tells me you're going to die."

"Then what do we do?"

"I am going to fight. I will do whatever it takes to keep you alive. Even if I have to breathe for you" he smiled giving me a kiss "I'm just afraid to leave you alone... I think I'm running out of time."

"Thank you, Jack, but... I don't want you to suffer because of me."

"Too late. Y/n I'm in love with you. I can't bear to see you like this. if anything happens to you I will suffer that much I know."

"Ohh jack... I love you too!" I smiled hugging his chest

"I am so very thankful to hear that- I was worried I- I wouldn't tell you before it was too late."

"I was too, I just... I don't want to leave you a heartbroken mess like my mother left my father."

"We both know you can't stop that."

"Then please, when I am gone. Do not grieve for me forever Jack, Please. Allow yourself to love again and find a girl who you could spend forever with."

"Please do not ask this of me." he caressed my cheek

"Please Jack, it would pain me more to see you wither away in grief for me."

"... I will move on. if it would hurt you more. but know you shall always be the light in my heart."

"And you will always be mine." I smiled "Please, no more tests, no more trails, just hold me close and make me smile"

"You can't ask me to give up on you."

"Please, Jack."

"....Alright, if that's what you want" He nodded tears flooding down his cheeks he laid back down and pulled me close never wanting to let me go,

"Can I, have one? Please?"

"One." He sighed "Go on, where have you been hiding them?"

I giggled and pulled the box from under my bed

"Again?"

"You wouldn't check the same place twice." I giggled taking one and lighting it on the candle laying back to slowly inhale and exhale

"That really makes you feel better?"

"It's calming."

"Give it"

I sighed and handed it over and he tenderly tried it coughing up as he did

"Fuck- hang on..." he said trying it again "they kinda have a bit of a relaxing function... opens up the chest Ironicly. You said these are specifically asthma cigarettes right?"

"Yeah, thorn apple leaves dried and rolled," I said taking it back

"I mean the smoking is still bad, and I am mad at you for it you know."

"I'm still mad at you for not knocking and walking in on me naked."

"Awww don't be mad, I didn't see that much."

"Didn't you?"

"Maybe I did." He smirked "I couldn't help but look."

"Umm" I mumbled laying on his chest as I finished the cigarette

"One more test?"

"What for?"

"I wanna see if these do anything?"

"Alright" I sighed so he grabbed the device and I breathed as usual

"....I mean, yeah you are a little bit better actually."

"I told you."

"Yeah yeah, the issue is the good of the leaves is being outweighed by the fact your smoking them..." He said, "You know what, I'm going to spend an hour downstairs running some tests I'll get the nurse to watch you as you sleep, if anything happens they'll let me know, that okay?"

"Okay Jack" I nodded giving him a kiss

"Good girl, I'll be back soon"

I smiled laying in bed, doing my best to keep my breathing steady. And after a few hours, Jack returned.

"I am a bloody genius!"

"... I know you are,"

"Awwww thank you, sweetie." He cooed clearly not expecting me to say that, "But I may have solved it!"

"Really!"

"Maybe, so it appears thron apple leaves do work the issue is your smoking them which it dulling the effects that's why you feel calm and relaxed but it doesn't help your breathing all that much, and our medicine I've been making you take is doing something too but only small we have to give you in big does and even then it doesn't last long, but I think I know the answer." He explained as he revealed a ... pot.

it was... well a vase. a white vase with painted flowers but there was a stopper in the top much like the breathing device and some kind of tube thing...

"what is it?" I asked

"It is... an inhaler."

"Inhaler?"

"Inside is a liquid form of the medicine so you're not taking it you're breathing in the vapours, and thorn apple leaves coating the inside, all you have to do is when you feel breathless you breathe in through the bottle, out your nose. It will need changing daily but it should work."

"Should?"

"...I tested it. Made me feel a lot better. Will you try? for me?"

I nodded and took it close to me I was nervous but he smiled so sweetly, so I gently breathed in feeling this feeling like my chest was pulled open like I could breathe in double what I did before, my chest soothing, and I let a breath out my nose, I took in another feeling so so much better, better then I thought I ever would feel.

"So?" he asks very worried

"Thank you so much, Jack!" I smiled hugging his chest

He held me close and listened carefully "You're not wheezing?"

"No, I feel so much better."

He quickly made me check with the machine and my breathing was double normal if not more "I love you so much Y/n! I can't believe it... you're gonna be okay." he hugged me closely his voice teary

"well we don't know for sure but, I feel better than I ever have before! Thank you so much I love you Jack"

"Y/n... Will you marry me?"

"What!"

"Marry me? Please. weather this gives you a week, a year, or the rest of our lives I want to spend it with you"

"Ohhh, Jack... Yes!" I smiled squeezing him tight but I felt a little breathless from the panic of it all so I grabbed the vase and breathed in feeling it fix my breathlessness "Better, I can't thank you enough Jack. And I'd be thrilled to marry you"

"I can't wait to marry you either" He smiled kissing my lips sweetly.

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emoani · 1 year ago

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▪︎pairing: pre-crisp darth vader x f!reader

▪︎warnings: sexual content but very romantic, Vader not burned (I was inspired by episode 5 of Ahsoka, sorry if you don't like it) english is not my first language! so sorry for the mistakes

brazilian portuguese version is here

▪︎summary: Where Darth Vader hasn't yet taught you everything he's capable of.

▪︎I haven't taught you everything yet ▪︎

- Come to bed, my love... - He teases you, his voice hoarse.

And you, the new Lord's wife, would never disobey him (even though you already wanted to obey).

Vader provokes you and before you even think about responding, perhaps negatively - he provokes you by touching your intimacy through the Force. And that act already brings you such great pleasure. It's enough that you practically run to him like a pet.

Vader smiles evilly before attacking you desperately. He's so anxious that he almost drowns you in his kisses and love. Vader is a mix of passion, aggression, desire...

- Baby, I can't control myself anymore... I can't hold back... I need... I need... - Darth Vader mumbles these words as he kisses your neck, his hands passing through you so obscenely. You feel everything he feels. Including how excited he is. Vader doesn't stay still on top of his body, moving up and down around you, kissing the parts that please you most. You are panting. You don't even know if you can handle him today. But that doesn't stop you from saying:

- Is that all you have?

- Baby... I can do more... I know, and you know that I can do more...

- I don't know!

Vader laughs at your boldness, you shouldn't have provoked him. Everyone should be afraid and respect you, but in those moments he loved it when you challenged him.

- If you're acting like this, It's because I haven't shown you everything yet - He returns with the kiss, but now it becomes longer, more passionate and hotter.

You feel your husband's mouth all over your body. He kisses you in every way he knows how.

- Do you want more? Do you want me to show you everything I know how to do? I could bring you a feeling like no other. So...

- Vader... Ani... show me everything - You call him, sighing.

And then he shows you everything that a Sith Lord can bring to his wife. A feeling that no one else would know, only you: pleasure, love, affection, desire and love. No one would ever know what it's like to be kissed by him, only you. And you could never quite describe those long kisses and his warm touch. He could be violent at times, but always passionate. You feel the fire of the Force move through your body, bringing unbelievable pleasure to you. All this together with his desire, his love. How he wanted you now. You felt everything. You were one.

You moved as one when he entered you, you moaned and your bodies slammed against each other together. You feel Vader's hands pulling your legs, wanting you closer and closer. Vader's human hand dances all over his body... And every place he touches burns with love and desire. Wanting more and more of him. You can't control your body, much less your moans.

- My love, you're so beautiful - He smiles just at you, admiring you like a valuable work of art.

Vader feels you moving up and down, so he can have his whole body. You want everything. Vader's mechanical hand caresses your skin, the cold touch shivers. But everything is so hot. You don't just kiss, but they connect their souls through their lips. His hands grip his legs, pulling you against his hips as he undulates your body over his. You guys don't stop kissing. His lips are on you all the time: on your mouth, neck and your entire body.

- My dear? - He kisses you and you respond with another high-pitched moan - Come on... We know what we want, don't we? Let's enjoy then...

Vader starts touching your intimacy but doesn't dare stop thrusting inside you. He touches you quickly and accurately. You already know what he wants, for you to come along with him.

- Come to me, my Queen - Vader whispers in your ear.

- My Lord...

Then he kisses you more hotly, moaning between your lips. Totally out of control. Fingers don't stop touching you, he caresses you everywhere. And as you feel your entire body shake beneath him, you're sure you belong to him.

- My... My love... - You can feel his lack of control.

The Dark Lord in your bed is not under control now. Don't ask his name, don't ask him anything. He just knows that you want his body, he just wants to get into you again and again. Until his pleasure overflows from inside you to the bed. Now he is you, and you are him.

You smile at him and pull him into a passionate kiss, exhausted and happy.

He smiles at you too, but Vader's smile is somewhere between scary and evil. Intense and intense again.

- Tell me what is it? - You ask.

- Innocent girl... - He shakes his head and laughs before pulling you by the leg without much delicacy - I haven't taught you everything yet.

#anakin skywalker x reader #anakin x reader #star wars x reader #darth vader fanfic #darth vader x f!reader #darth vader x reader #anakin x you #darth vader x you #anakin x y/n #hayden christensen x reader

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RYU YOUR RECENT LILIA/MALLEUS ART ON TWITTER JUMPSCARED ME I WAS AT WORK AND COULDN'T SCROLL PAST IT AFTER UNHIDING IT FOR LIKE A SECOND I WAS SO SCARED MY COWORKERS WERE GONNA SEE IT FROM MY PHONE

But I gotta thank you for the lovely food, I was literally waiting hours to be able to look at it in a more appropriate setting (not kidding it took 5 hours) and my goodness gracious me like always there's so much to the illustration to appreciate I'm a sucker for your LiliMal art 💕💕💕

(In other news I know you did LiliMal headcanons a bit ago but anything else hot n spicy sex specific you also got in mind for the two?)

I already replied to this ask about a week ago, but I promised to get back to it when I have headcanons to share, so today’s the day! I feel like some of the things I’m saying in this post are kind of similar to the ones that I mentioned in my previous one, but I tried to elaborate on those if that’s the case. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Thank you very much for your kindness once again, and thank you for asking about these two <3

So, here are some more spicy LiliMal hcs~

When comparing the way Malleus behaves with Lilia and with other potential lovers, there is a clear difference: he allows Lilia to be a bit more disrespectful to him. Malleus tends to be provoking and teasing in general, but with Lilia he is straight-up bratty sometimes, and Lilia is the only one who is allowed to tame him, to grab him and even to punish him a little bit. It’s because Lilia knows exactly when to stop not to sour Malleus’ mood. So it’s not unusual for him to grab Malleus by his neck, his horns or his tail, to bite his skin as a warning or to even smack his butt (the last one is pretty rare though). Also, Malleus is more clingy with Lilia than with anyone else: to Lilia it’s very obvious that despite being powerful and proud, Malleus still desperately craves his attention.

Sometimes there are situations when they argue very passionately and end up having sex. Usually it happens either because Malleus enters that pouty and capricious state that could only be fixed by Lilia kissing him and pacifying him with affection, or because Lilia gets genuinely irritated by Malleus’ selfish and stubborn nature and just wants to teach him a lesson.

Malleus is very used to his lover being small but agile, and he loves the fact that Lilia’s bites are subtle but stingy, and also quite unpredictable. And being a powerful fae that he is, Malleus could’ve easily healed all the marks that Lilia leaves on him in seconds, but he doesn’t do it all the time. When he is alone (especially when Lilia used to get very busy and disappear for weeks), he likes to admire these marks and smirk to himself, remembering how Lilia was all over him, touching and biting him everywhere like a tiny predator. Malleus’ beautiful pale neck is usually the part that suffers the most from Lilia’s little vampire moments.

There are times when these two get way too passionate and intense. Sometimes they find themselves having sex mid-air, bumping into the ceiling, breaking walls + Malleus starts shooting lightnings at some point just because of how aroused and overwhelmed he is. They completely ruined an abandoned building once… “I am too old to do something this irresponsible” Lilia said that day, with absolutely no remorse in his voice – it was too much fun.

Lilia adores Malleus’ tail. He loves it when Malleus thumps his tail on the ground when he’s a bit irritated due to sexual frustration and impatience. He loves that Malleus is so well-trained by him that he pulls his tail up and exposes the sensitive spots when Lilia touches him. And Lilia knows all those spots even better than Malleus does: he always triggers all the right nerves that make Malleus’ lower half of the body shiver. At the same time, when Malleus is either playing hard to get or just changed his mind about wanting to have sex, he slaps Lilia’s face with his tail and pushes Lilia away with an annoyed expression on his face.

Malleus does suck Lilia’s dick sometimes, but it’s an unusual occasion: he doesn’t really like how it feels, especially when he touches Lilia with his teeth on accident. It kind of hurts his ego a little bit… But it’s all good, because he squeezes Lilia’s dick with his breasts instead, and Lilia loves it even more~

#replies #headcanons #lilimal

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starlightmoon96 · 2 months ago

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Yandere Optimus /Yandere Megatron x OC character chapter 1

I don't use it anymore but I have a FanFiction account with stories still on it, one of my most views was a story called Forbidden sugar. I stopped writing it back in 2019, I still get alerts when people like or follow because of that series and I thought why not and post it on Tumblr

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Chapter 1.

This story was inspired by mutable Yandere themed transformers stories, what I haven't seen yet in any yandere themed stories which caught my curiosity was a Sugar baby character. I know what a sugar baby is and Sabina isn't like normal ones that everything knows about. Sabina is a 23 year old art college student and works as a librarian, she's on scholarship and a very gifted artist. on the side does sugaring to make more and help pay bills a lot like Enjo kosai or compensated dating. All she does is go to dinner with them or either simple dates nothing sexual is involved, Sabina get a lot of luxurious gifts and money from all the men she dates. She's very popular that gets lots of requests, Sabina is beautiful which is why she gets so many requests. In fact one of her clients owns an art gallery and featured some of Sabina's works and sold her work for half a million and gives haft the money to Sabina for her art, sugaring is just a side job she loves art and reading books and making pastries for her friends and coworkers. Also Sabina is mention in the top women that are living dolls in America, and often is called a living doll with no surgeries needed. She doesn't wear any doll clothes nor doll makeup, all her looks are natural. Sabina has beautiful sapphire gem eyes that gets her a lot of compliments she also has very long brown hair that she loves, it was so long it goes past her hips and not to close to her knees normally keeps it in a brad. Since very long hair is popular and it suited her.

Just imagine any yandere male would knowing that there female senpai is a sugar baby

"About four weeks ago Sabina was on her way back to her apartment from work when she was abducted by an unknown perp. Shortly after she found herself in a holding cell by giant alien robots she had heard rumors about, she knew better not to pissed of any of them so she never spoke she didn't know why she was taken either. When she was about to give up praying for something to happen after being captive for three weeks her prayers were answered, Sabina heard a commotion. Voices of her captors shouting something in a different language she didn't understand and shooting. Then new faint but audible voices, she knew they didn't belong to her captors. With saving her voice not from speaking she yelled out for help and yelled it loud as she could with every last breath in her, not long after she yelled for help she head something's voice yelled out to her

"Where are you?"

"Over here!" Was what she yelled out to the voice, within minutes she hear banging from the cell door and the voice outside of it asked

"Are you in here?" With that Sabina answered with a smile on her face

"Yes."

"Brace yourself, I am going to shoot the lock." From all the yelling Sabina did she was tired and weak she couldn't help but fall on the ground just before the door was open it was hard for her too keep her eyes open, trying to keep her eyes open a light was shining behind him and in her state she really make what she was fully looking at. He walked up to her and got on one knee. Sabina looked into his eyes and made out the soft blue glowing eyes looking at her

"There is nothing to fear. You are safe now." Hearing that made her smile before passed out on the ground and saying two words to him

"Thank you."

"The next think Sabina knew she woke up she felt something in her arms and wanted to move but felt pain going through her body and decided against it. She also felt something thin in her nose and realized it helped her breath.

"Ah. You are awake? Quite early for your state you have been?" It was kind and warm female voice thanks to her blurry vision she couldn't see her face well enough to make out what she looked like just let and she asked her

"Where..Where am I?" Right after she answered that the nurse answered her question

"I'm nurse Loveless you are in a Hospital. They brought you here in a critical state but you are now stabilized." When the nurse looked at her she noticed her eyes that made her smiled

"Oh my such lovely eyes you have there like sapphires."

"They?" Was the one word she repeated to her and the nurse asked her while she was scribing something on a clipboard

"Can I get your name?"

"Sabina…Sabina Rose." Was what she said to the nurse and she said to her

"Sabina Rose? What a beautiful sounding name."

"Who brought me here? Do you know?" Hearing Sabina say that the nurse answered her

"Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots." Sabina didn't look surprised hearing that but she did repeat his name one before the nurse spoke to her

"You are not surprised or in shock. Why?"

"After two weeks of being captive by alien robots that should surprise me? And it's nice to know the name of the bot that saved me."

Before the nurse left she gave Sabina her bag that was reported to the police station in the lost and found luckily everything was still in there looking through her phone she saw several miss called form her now sugar daddy along with her friends and coworkers, she of course called them all explaining what happened and not telling them about the whole alien robots from outer space thing that had happened to her. She simple said she was abducted for two weeks and was just rescued, they of course wanted to see her about they couldn't. She did promise to call when she was cleared to leave, after some time nurse Loveless came back with a tray of food for Sabina for her lunch she didn't complain about she was hungry. After she left Sabina started eating what was on the try hospital food wasn't very good in any hospital, but not eating anything for a while made everything taste good. As soon as she was done she heard a few knocks came at her door that caught her attention while placing the try on the ground.

"Come in." Hearing the door open made her directly where the door was too, since she would now fully see. She say the bot the saved her she recognized his build.

"I remember you, you're the one that rescued me?" Was what she said to optimus she was a little confused seeing him around human size seeing in stepping in the room and closing the door.

"Although you were a lot…bigger and taller than what I remember? What do you go by?"

"Optimus. Optimus Prime. Leader of the Autobots. I am the one who saved you from the Decepticons." Was what he said to her and she said to him with a warm smile on her face and she extended her arm towards him

"It's nice to meet you Optimus I'm Sabina Rose." With that optimus carefully shook Sabina's hand and came closer to her and asked her

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm feeling fine. Thank for asked." Sabina noticed that optimus was still holding her hand and she asked him

"Um Optimus can I have my hand back?" He let go of her and said to her

"My apologies Miss Rose." She smiled at him while she looked at him

"Please call me Sabina you don't haft to be formal with me."

The two had a long conversation with one another, Sabina told optimus that she was going to art collage and working part time as a librarian. Optimus told her about himself when he was still on cybertron when he was a data clerk, how he would read in his free time. Then Sabina mentioned she also loved reading in her free time, reading was one of her inspirations for her art when she can't get inspired by anything else. She even showed him her sketch book that was in her bag he was amazing how full of life each drawing was, each paged looked as if any of the drawing could come to life. The second Sabina was drawing on a blank page she didn't noticed just kept staring at her, his attention was to her sapphire eyes. He'd never seen a human with those type of eyes, he was captivated by those eyes like blue galaxies. Optimus realized that from the moment he met and saw Sabina he fell in love, he loved everything about her more when he opened that door. He loved her voice a voice so high and sweet and pure that echoes in his spark, he loved her small delicate hands watching those hand make beautiful works on art right in front of him and he loved the feel of them they where do delicate and the softest he's ever felt. Optimus loved her hair he loved long as soon as Sabina was done she smiled to him while she showed him her beautiful drawing of a blue bird, Optimus loved her smile it made him happy and his spark raise. He wanted to keep that smile for himself, Optimus wondered what would other humans think? What would his Autobots think of the two of them?

It took three days for Sabina to fully cover and was approved to leave the hospital, optimus offered her to drive her back to her apartment. He took his offer it was a four hour drive to get to the apartment complex Sabina lived it, it was a pretty safe and clean area it was a nice building it wasn't old and it looked recently build. Before optimus left and Sabina stepped on the sidewalk shutting the passenger door with her bag in her hand he asked her

"Sabina where are you attending your classes again?"

"I spoke with the dean yesterday with the doctor I can go back to my classes tomorrow and is allowing me to catch up what I missed. Why do you ask?" Was what Sabina said to him and he answered her

"I have some free time in my schedule tomorrow. If you like I could take you to your campus." With that Sabina smiled as she spoke

"Wow you would really do that, I'd love too." Before she continued she was interrupted by the sound of thunder that made her look up at the ow gray sky

"Looks like it's about to rain? I should get inside, my morning classes start at eight you might want to get here early?"

"The two of them said their goodbyes Sabina ran inside the building while optimus drove off, the first thing Sabina did when she got inside her apartment was taking a real shower. Before that she got a call from her current Sugar Daddy Richard that kept calling her making sure she was alright, Sabina told him that she just got back to her apartment. From the way he sounded over the phone he was very happy about it, after the call ended she took her shower that lasted for two hours. She had to really wash her hair since it hadn't been washed in weeks property, she missed the feel of her body wash the smelled of vanilla her favorite sent. After she shower Sabina wore her comfortable baggy clothes the second she put on her slippers there was a knock at the front door and a man's voice

"Flower delivery for Sabina Rose." I opened the front door seeing a delivery man holding four dozen beautiful red roses in his hands the delivery man handed her the flowers and she signed for them before he went off.

"Have a nice day ma'am."

"You too." Was what she said before going back into her apartment shutting the door while still looking at the flowers she noticed the card and it said.

"Look in the bouquet." She set the flowers down on my table looking threw it I pulled out a black necklace box that was hidden in the flowers. Sabina opened the lid and was very surprised at what was in it, inside the box as a note and a solitaire blue sapphire necklace pendant.

"Please take this necklace I saw this and it reminded me of your eyes, I'm happy to know that nothing terrible happened to you Sabina. Love Richard." Was what the letter said she took the necklace out of the box and held it in her hand.

"I've seen this necklace these cost thousands." When Sabina was about to put on the necklace her phone started ring, of course she picked it up

"Jasmine hey I was thinking of calling everyone?"

"You just got back?" Was what her friend said over the phone Sabina sat down on her love seat while she was talking

"Yeah I did, I'll be going to class tomorrow too."

"You didn't get injured did you? Can you still use your right hand?" Sabina barely chuckled hearing that ad she answered her

"No my artist hand is fine, although I won't be running for a while my ankle got hurt pretty bad. I'm not wearing a cast but I haft to wear a brace for the next two months." Right after she said that she heard her friend say in a worried tone

"But what about the BTS concert you said you would go to one with me, you bought all of us those VIP tickets."

"Can you just go without me, I'm not really into Korean." Saying that only made Jasmine yelled over the phone

"EVERYONE LOVES BTS! YOU ARE GOING AND YOU'RE GOING TO SEE WHY EVERYONE LOVES THOSE BOYS!" That got Sabina little worried as she was talking

"Alright, okay I'll go I'll go." She sighed as she was still talking

"Is there anything special I need for this concert? The second she heard that her friend answered her

"You got an amazon prime account right?"

"Yes." Was the one word she said and she still heard her talk

"Get a pen and paper your writing a list." Sabina repeated the last two words she said with a worried look on her face

"A list?"

Sabina woke up around six in the morning the next day, she went to bed early missing her bed and got a good ten hour sleep at that. She did her normal routine like any college student, brushing their teeth making breakfast and coffee and picking out what to wear. Being an art student she really couldn't wear skirts or long sleeves, so she picked out and wore dark blue jean short overalls that showed off her long smooth legs and a playing short sleeve gray shirt. Because of her ankle brace she couldn't wear sandals so she had to go with black converse, of course she redid her brad and wrapped it in a high bun. Before she left with her bag strapped around her shoulder Sabina put on her new sapphire necklace, she loved it and now it brought out her eyes. She walked down the stairs and when Sabina was at the ground floor she pushed open the glass door and looked at the parking lot and saw a red truck with blue flames, that made her smile she waved at Optimus and he honked back at her. Sabina ran to him and he opened his driver's door for her, she got in and closed the door and put her bag on passenger's seat.

"Thanks again for offering to take me to my university optimus." She said that while she buckled herself in Optimus started the engine and drove off. Sabina heard optimus's voice threw his radio.

"How far is your university?

"It's a fifteen minute drive, it takes me forty five to get there by foot." Was what she said to him before he was about to speak to her Sabina's phone started ringing and she answered it.

"Naerim hey had a feeling you would call? Yeah I'm heading to our university right now should be there in about maybe ten minutes traffic isn't bad." Sabina smiled as she was still talking

"Oh so Jasmine told everyone I'm going, and let me guess you're all staying at my place?" She didn't look so surprised and sighed before speaking

"I should have figured you all are dying to see my apartment. You think you and Yuko and help and show me where to buy snacks, I go to China town right? Yeah we can go after our classes are over I don't go to work till tomorrow I talked to my boss yesterday. K see yawl soon." With that Sabina ended the call and sighed then optimus asked her

"That call sounded intense?"

"Yeah kind of all my friends want me to go to this Korean concert called BTS, there supposed to be world famous with billions of fans. I'm not much into foreign music and rock concerts but they said I'll quickly change my mind hearing and seeing there concert." Was what she said to him, for the past five minutes optimus wanted to know about Sabina's friends she didn't mind telling him about them. As soon as optimus stopped near the collage Sabina exited and walked to the collage like the other students, which greeted her. Even all of her friends where there greeting and hugging her one at a time, also a lot of guys where giving her welcome back gifts like either flowers boxes of chocolate. Optimus witnessed it as he was driving off, he had no idea I was so well know and had many admirers. He didn't like it not one bit, luck for him was that Sabina didn't realize was that she dropped her apartment key on the passenger seat where she sat. That gave him a good opportunity and excuse to go in her apartment while she's attending her classes Optimus wanted to know more about her, everything about Sabina. He knew they would be cameras in the apartment building so he could just walk up to the door, once he got to the building he activated his holoform. A tall very attractive man that looked a lot like him if he where human, his holoform wore a red jack with blue flames and white shirt under it with blue jeans with black belt and black boots. Before exiting the grabbed the key off the set, it didn't take him a while to find Sabina's apartment door the room number was on the key. When he open Sabina's door and went inside he was surprised there was very expensive furniture and the inside was much bigger than he thought, it looked like it held four rooms and a massive living room and kitchen.

"Sabina can afford living here?" Optimus said that brushing his hand on the love seat, his eyes were drawn to the large bouquet of red rose on the table in front of the love seat that made him to start to grab the leather. He quickly released his grip making sure that there wasn't any tires in it, the first room he went into was the art studio. It made him very happy seeing her paintings looking at different types of landscapes from different parts around the world of mountains and lush rich marshes, some of animals and flowers. His most favorite was the largest canvas in the center of it all, Sabina draw a self-portrait of herself in almost all gray colors. The only thing was wasn't gray where her sapphire eyes and the sapphire gem floating in the center of her hands like magic, seeing that it wasn't completely done yet on the right lower corner. Optimus gently stroked the painting with his fingers stopping at the paintings lips.

#transformers x human #yandere transformers #yandere optimus prime #Yandere Megatron #obessive love #transformers bayverse #stalker yandere

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