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loganlermanstanaccount · 2 years ago

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Show me where it hurts (part 1)

Miguel O'Hara x spiderwoman!reader

(AO3 Mirror), Part 2, Main Masterlist

summary: Miguel's acting weird, and you make it your mission to find out exactly what's going on.

warnings: no warnings for this chap, pg-13, swearing and canon level violence. smut next chapter xoxo

a/n: this is a combination of 2 asks and this post I saw on here a while ago: flirty/ snarky fem reader, Miguel during a ""rut"" (I don't know if it counts as a rut really, but its to do with his animal instincts/DNA) and Lyla playing matchmaker. I had so much fun writing this, enjoy :D

(i wrote this pre seeing spiderverse 2, so i think characterisation is a little off, esp for Lyla, apologies! I'll fix it in my upcoming fics)

edit: I use the term "bichita" which I have been informed can be read not as I intended in Spanish. I'm not a native speaker so I want to apologise in advance. I'm doing more research for my future fics and leaving this up as a testament to my stupidity. Spanish speakers, feel free to correct me / clown my ass in the comments. My bad guys :(

wc: 3.6k

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You think Miguel is avoiding you.

One of your closest friends, giving you the runaround for months, it seems. Calling the two of you close friends is a little extreme, sure. You've only known O'Hara for two years, and been in love with him for slightly less than that, thank you very much. And yes, he refuses to call you by anything but your last name. And the last time you saw him he wouldn't so much as look at you, but that was besides the point.

"..the point," You tell Lyla, in between exasperated bites of cereal, "... is that aren't elite forces of spiderpeople supposed to, you know, have some spiderpeople kick ass once in a while? And where exactly is our fearless leader? I haven't seen O'Hara's scary ass in weeks, and I'm starting to miss it."

She gives you a look, one that says this isn't what I'm programmed for , but you pointedly ignore it.

"His ass, by the way." You clarify. "I very specifically miss his ass. Remind me to get his routine. I know girls that would kill for…"

"How the fuck did you get in here?" A voice croaks. You turn behind you and see Miguel, not in his suit, but wrapped up in a blanket like he's just woken up. And he looks rough, like a train ran him over on the way here: puffy eyes, splotchy skin, tension kneaded into his brow.

"Wow." Your spoon drops into the milk. "You look like shit.."

He furrows his brow even deeper, if that was possible. " Mierda. You shouldn't be here."

"This isn't quite the welcome party I was expecting, man. I'm the only one to actually turn up to one of your meetings, and this is what I get?"

"I thought I told Lyla to cancel," He mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Cancel? Since when do you miss a chance to talk about rules and protocol?"

"I don't have time for this-"

"-and I'm not leaving without a proper explanation. Is everything okay?"

"It's actually way worse now you're here." He deadpans.

"Haha ." You turn to Lyla. "You drop everything to travel halfway across the multiverse and this asshole won't even say thanks."

"Thanks, but this asshole needs you to leave. Now."

This is the most he's spoken to you in forever, and you hate that you like it. You just want his attention, however it comes. If that means dragging this out so maybe he acknowledges you, touches you, looks at you - then so be it. Squinting, you get closer to him. You scan his face for anything to latch onto. You put a hand on his shoulder, still searching.

"You sure you're alright? You know you can tell me if-"

"Si, si." He grits his teeth, looking away. "M'just fine. I'll explain…. later."

"...because I'm your right hand man?" You grin, poking at his brow. "Stop frowning so much Miguel, you're gonna ruin that pretty face of yours."

He flushes, nervous, and swats you away. "-what? N-No. You're not my right hand man and I like my face just the way it is. Now, leave. "

Making your way to the door, you tap your nose teasingly. "You know where to find me!"

When the door closes with a click, you make your way down the corridor, and stop in your tracks when you hear it. It's muffled, but with the strain of your supersenses you can make out Miguel's voice just beyond the wall.

"I just…. don't want her to see me like this… Lyla, it's not happening… I can't tell her…." Tell her what, exactly?

Resolutely, you make up your mind. Miguel O'Hara's got a secret. And before you leave for home, you're gonna do everything in your God given power to wear him down and find out.

~~~

Despite his insistence otherwise, you liked to think of yourself as O'Hara's right hand man - and most of the other spiderpeople thought so too. You were one of the very first he recruited, after crash landing onto your earth like a spiderman-shaped meteor; the two of you were inseparable. Miguel was stubborn and headstrong and thought he was right all the time. Infuriatingly, he was, but that didn't stop you from telling him to get his head out of his own ass when his ego grew too big.

He was different around you, you think. Softer, sometimes. Harsher, other times. He told you what you needed to hear whether you wanted to or not; the result of mutual respect and agonising persistence. Slowly, you had chipped away his hard exterior; the one he built because he thought he needed to push people away. In that regard, you were similar, but this need manifested in you like a weed - an awful, awful compulsion to joke and laugh at your own expense, to keep others at an arm's length. You had spent your whole life picking and pruning away at yourself, looking for perfection. Even after all this, multiverse-hopping and fighting alongside people who were the closest things you had to friends , it wasn't enough. There was still something missing.

Ironically, Miguel had told you something similar the one of the last times you had spoken. You had fucked up a mission, well and truly. In the aftermath, all you can remember is coming back to base, limping on Jessica's arm.

"She's hurt!" She cries out. Lyla materialises and leads you both to the med bay, inspecting any visible wounds. There's a deep laceration, sticky with blood, at the base of your stomach. You shift onto the bed and hiss with pain.

Miguel is quick to follow, face twisted with confusion, pain, sadness. Even in your haze, you feel the tension radiating off of him as he drags over a cart of supplies.

"What happened?" He strains.

"I don't even… it happened so fast. We got ambushed, and all of a sudden I'm on the ground. I wasn't thinking straight and… " She sobs. "...she jumped in front of me. God, she saved my life-"

"-wasn't your fault, Jess." You croak, trying to sit up. "And I'm fine. Just need to walk it off…"

"Sit, bichita," His nickname makes you frown, despite yourself, and you settle back down. "Lyla, what's the damage?"

Your vision goes spotty, and Lyla's voice barely registers. All you can feel is searing pain in your side, but Miguel is warm, oh so warm. You clutch his arms, and force him to look you in the eye.

"M'ready, Miguel." He nods weakly, but you don't think he understands. "I mean it . I can lead, j-just need another chance and I won't let you down… Jess, tell him that I can-"

"It's okay. I believe you. You just need to relax for me, hmm?" He clutches at your hand, tight, and it's like you're the only two people in the world. "You did good. I promise."

Faintly, you nod. You feel a pinch at your arm, and Jessica's there, with an empty vial of something in her hands. The pain washes over you, and you fight to keep your eyes open. In those last few moments of light, you swear you feel a shaky kiss pressed to your temple.

"Sleep, mi bichito amoroso. Sleep."

When you come to, you're still in the medbay, moonlight streaming through. Well, artificial moonlight. Time worked a little differently here, something Miguel explained to you a while ago - God knows what about dilation and quantum interference. It makes you smile now, remembering his frustration as he tried to explain to no avail. You were the only spiderman this side of the multiverse without a degree in quantum tech, you had said with a lopsided smile.

You move to sit, and pain shoots up your side. Groaning, you push through it, determined to get out of this bed and find the others. As if on cue, Miguel walks in, almost leaping towards you.

"You should… mierda ! You should be resting in bed."

You pout as you stumble into his chest. He hooks an arm around you and leads you back. You clamber in, sighing. "M'fine, O'Hara."

"Your guts were halfway out of your body less than 24 hours ago. So stay put, or you might give me another heart attack."

You scoff, incredulous. "You were worried?"

He shrugs. " 'Course I was."

"Why? You know I'm practically indestructible." You give him a shit eating grin, and poke the frown appearing at his brow. He doesn't bat you away like he usually does.

"Famous last words, bichita." He sighs. You can't speak a lick of Spanish, but you know he only calls you that word when you've frustrated him to his limit. So you take it as a win, for now.

He drops into the chair next to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Just peachy, dollface." You wink, and he doesn't so much as groan.

"I'm being serious. You went through something pretty traumatic…"

"You want me to tell you it hurts, so, so bad, daddy? " You pout and flutter your eyelashes mockingly. Miguel shifts in his seat, unable to make eye contact.

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean, O'Hara? I feel fine. And in a couple of days, I'll feel even better, and I'll be up and about. I can finish what we started and-"

"-no, absolutely not." He frowns. "A couple of days? I'm sending you home-"

"You can't do that! On whose fucking authority?"

"On the authority of you almost fucking died ! Keeping you safe is our priority right now-"

"God, is this my punishment? This is a low blow, O'Hara. You know how hard I've worked for this: months of surveillance and intel a-and I did everything by the book, just like you told me to." You croak. "I fucked up . I know that, and I feel terrible. Give me a chance to make things right; that's all I'm asking. I can do it, I know it. "

He looks at you for a moment, something heavy in his expression. His face contorted, he strips you down to the bone with just his gaze. His voice is so quiet, you almost miss it.

"....you're still trying to prove yourself, aren't you?"

Honestly, it catches you off guard. You don't even know what the fuck that means, let alone why he said it.

"I don't… I d-don't…?"

"They all love you. Respect you. More than me I think, sometimes." He chuckles at that. "You're good at what you do. The best . What else are you trying to prove? What else do you need ?"

Your throat goes dry. You couldn't speak if you wanted to.

"I'm not punishing you. You made a mistake, but you don't need to be crucified for it. I just want to keep you safe. I can't… we can't lose you."

"Miguel-"

"-this isn't a discussion. And I'm not trying to argue, although I know how much you like to argue." He inches closer, cupping your face gently. You try to move away, blinking back tears. But his hands are steady and he strokes your jaw with so much tenderness you think you hear your heart break. He's pretty, so pretty. You don't deserve him, you think. "There'll be time to fight, bichita. Rest. That's your mission right now."

"C-can't sleep." You breathe. "It hurts."

Miguel pauses, head tilted like he's thinking. He taps your shoulder. "Scoot over."

You do as he says, and he slips into the bed with you. It's a tight fit, but he manages, placing you on his chest with an arm gently around your shoulders. You bury your face in his hoodie, sniffling and hoping he doesn't notice you choking back sobs. Absentmindedly, he settles into a rhythm, gentle breathing and playing with your hair, soothing you softly. He pretends he can't hear the tears.

"M'gonna stay here until you're asleep. For as long as you need."

You nod, unable to speak for fear of breaking down.

~~~

The days after felt like a blur. You woke up to Miguel gone, and an ache in your heart. Jess visits as much as she can, and Ben calls you a couple times, to see if you're okay. Peter B brings Mayday, and she clambers all over your bed, bringing some life into the room. Miguel doesn't visit per se - you hear whispers of him, Lyla visiting in his stead for comprehensive status updates. Once, you wake up in the night to see him on the adjacent chair, head lolling in deep sleep. He looks peaceful, calm - one of the first times you haven't seen his brow furrowed with worry. Of course, he's gone by the morning.

The very last time you saw him, he opened the portal home. It was weird, after everything, but if Miguel felt the same you wouldn't know. Talking at a thousand miles a minute, he alternates between assuring you they'll be fine without you and situation reports from spider people all across the multiverse. Things you'd missed whilst bedbound, asking for advice before you left. He trusted your judgement and the thought warmed your heart, almost making you forget that he completely brushed past the previous nights before.

You still remember the last thing he had said to you, which would've been weeks ago, now.

"...and if you need anything, and I mean anything, you call me directly. Not Jess, not Ben, and certainly not Peter B. Call me, and I'll answer, I promise. You need help, you need advice, you just need someone to talk to, then-"

"-I call you. I get it, O'Hara. Will do." He opens the portal, watching as you walk towards it. He can't take his eyes off of you, even though you can't see him. At the last moment you turn, and run towards him. You almost knock him over with a hug. Burying his head in the crook of your shoulder, he hugs you back, ever careful of your injury. Separating, your smile almost knocks him over again. Weakly, he smiles back as you head through the portal, back home.

You're left with that feeling, of his arms around your body - warm, so warm - as you putter about by the switchboard. After careful deliberation (you were really, really bored ) you'd taken to manage the Multi Modal Multiversal Switchboard - as aptly named by Miguel. Everyone else called it the Big Red Phone of course, but he had insisted on calling it by its proper name . Every. Time.

The thought makes you chuckle as you call up Peter B. His icon flashes on the screen in front of you. With a click, he picks up the call, his face materialising holographically in front you. A little hand reaches up and tugs at his ear.

"Ow… ouch … Dad's on the phone, honey."

"Aww! How's my favourite Parker doing?"

"Not bad, actually! MJ just made us probably the best burger this side of New York-"

"-sorry, Peter? Me and May are trying to have a conversation." You hear her giggle in the background. Her gap toothed grin pops into frame and she babbles excitedly. "...yeah, exactly May. That's literally what I said."

"Okay, okay, that's enough." He puts the toddler down and watches her scurry away. "You're feeling better, I see."

"Yeah, back in action. Thought I'd check in."

"All good here." He squints, trying to take in your surroundings. "You're at HQ?"

You hum.

"Could've sworn Lyla cancelled…"

"Yeah, didn't get the memo. But I think something's wrong with O'Hara."

He gives you a weird look. "Uhhh, what makes you think that?"

"He won't even look at me. Was it something I said? Something I did?" Your eyes narrow. "...what do you know, Peter?"

"Nothing! Absolutely nothing!" He scoffs, a little too quickly, clutching his chest like you've offended him. He's stared down some of the scariest villains around, but the look you give him is truly chilling. "Just… uhhh. You didn't hear this from me."

"Naturally…"

"We tracked 'em down, the guys that ambushed you and Jessica."

"The Sinister Six? From Earth-215?"

"Yeah, but by the time we got there, it was just Kraven and some of his goons. Miguel got there first, and…." He gulps. "He was pissed. Trashed the whole place looking for the rest of 'em. Beat Kraven half to death and we had to pull him off."

"Shit."

"Yeah, it was pretty rough. Never seen him like that before. And just generally? He'd been weirdly quiet, a little grumpy, more aggressive on missions. I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Hmmm. Thanks, Pete."

"No problem, sweetheart. And if the big guy asks… "

"...this didn't come from you, I know." Weakly, you smile. "Say hi to my favourite Parkers, for me."

" 'Course I will. We should celebrate, if you're back officially. Mine and MJ's is always open."

"Good to know. I'll see you around."

He waves goodbye, and the hologram clicks off. Sighing, you try to piece together what you've just heard.

Miguel: acting weird. Well, you knew that already. Aggressive was new. And Lyla? She had canceled, but not for you, for some reason. An honest mistake, perhaps. But Lyla doesn't make mistakes…

You stew for a couple of hours, puttering about the switchboard, twiddling your thumbs. Something's wrong, and for some reason you're afraid to see him. To have him look straight through you, again, when you ask to do the same. Show me where it hurts. Tell me how to make it better.

On the way there, you chew your lip in anticipation. In the corridor, you're outside the door to his place, hand hovering above the door. To knock, to call. In the harsh fluorescent light, you hesitate.

"Lyla?" Nervously, you sink down onto the floor. It's hard to explain, but you don't expect her to actually come; to materialise in front of you.

"How can I assist you?" She says with a ding.

"Uhh… hi. Just wanted to talk." You pause, clicking your tongue. "Can you be honest with me?"

"I can only be honest with you. It is not in my programming to lie, unless specified by my owner."

"Sure. Cool. It's about him, actually. Is Miguel okay?"

She tilts her head, as if processing your request. "Okay is a subjective term. Is Mr O'Hara alive? Yes. Is Mr O'Hara physically well? Yes. By those terms, he is okay ."

Too vague for your own liking. "I guess I meant more… his emotional state. To the best of your knowledge… in your opinion , Lyla: is Miguel okay?"

"...I believe Mr O'Hara is experiencing some emotional turmoil."

You frown. "Oh. Do you know why?"

"Mr O'Hara has instructed me not to disclose that information with you."

"Fair enough. But you don't have to tell me… I could just ask questions?"

She nods. "There is nothing in my programming that prevents me from answering some questions within certain parameters."

"Did I do something? Not just today but… last time I was here. Did I say something to hurt or upset him? Is that why he's acting weird?"

"No." She says blankly. "And yes. I suppose it is… complicated." She gestures around that word.

"I'm a little confused, Lyla."

She sits next to you, on the cool tile. Not that she could feel it, but it feels more intimate - like two friends talking. The extent of Lyla's consciousness, you weren't sure of. Was she alive? To you, she might as well be. Could she think, feel, emote? Maybe, maybe not. You weren't smart enough to understand the nuances of her programming. But you were human enough to see it in her - something glittering beyond the surface.

It could be projection, but you swear her voice is softer. "He has a name for you. When he speaks about you, and to you. I have it logged in my memory database. Do you know what that is?" You shake your head.

Lyla opens up her palm and projects videos and images - little Miguel's popping up in her palm, tinny and gruff voices ringing through the hallway. They say your name, shout your name, whisper it. Some say other things in Spanish. Curse words had always been your assumption, and he had given you no reason to think otherwise. Now, having it played back to you, you hear a tenderness in his voice you would've missed. Words and phrases that come up again and again…

"Bichita." She repeats. "Bichito del amor. Mi bichito amoroso. "

You shake your head, still confounded. "...I don't speak Spanish, Lyla."

"Little bug. Sweetheart. Lovebug. My little lovebug." She clears her throat. "I believe they are terms of endearment."

Steadfast, she directs you towards her palm. Another small Miguel appears, and you think it's him from this morning.

"I thought I told you not to let anyone in, Lyla?"

"I did not let her in. She let herself in using the code you previously gave her, Mr O'Hara."

"Yeah, for emergencies. Fuck. Mi bichita, too smart for her own good."

"...If you are in distress, I believe she would understand, Mr O'Hara."

"I just think it's too much. I don't want her to see me like this."

"According to Alchemax files, previous subjects showing this kind of aggression benefitted from-"

"Lyla, it's not happening, no chance. I can't tell her."

The figure blinks out of her palm. "Mr O'Hara has forbid me from telling you about certain things."

"...but not from showing me." Your eyes meet hers. You give her a watery smile. "Thank you."

With a hint of a smile, she nods and is gone from the corridor. You are left alone, with nothing but your thoughts of little lovebugs rattling around in your brain.

#miguel o hara x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #across the spiderverse #kat_writes😼#this gif is fucking crazy btw

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katiascraft · 4 months ago

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"Tryna feel it like a compliment? It's feeling like the opposite" | LN4

Parings: Lando Norris x reader.

Summary: you go to a mutual friend's birthday party. You and Lando broke up a few months ago. He has a new girl and she looks nothing like you.

PART 2 -> "SUE ME"

Word count: +1,7k.

Now playing: "Opposite" by Sabrina Carpenter.

Warnings: angst. Not a native english speaker so there could be errors. Not proofread.

a/n: hey again :3 Dont forget to like or reblog! And follow me so we can be friends :3 (and drink mate together!)

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“Are you sure you’re ready to go y/n? We can stay otherwise. No pressure my love” your best friend said lovingly to you.

The both of you were invited to a friend’s birthday party. Both of you are already dressed up and beautiful. The thing was that Lando was also going to the party too. And that was nerve breaking for you.

You haven’t seen Lando in months. Exactly 5 months since you both decided to end the 2 year relationship you’ve built. It was the worst break up you’ve ever gone through. And you’re not even over him yet. And to be honest it was more his devotion than yours. That hurt like hell.

He said he didn’t love you anymore and there was no point in pushing something that was already off. You still have nightmares of him saying that. Nothing hurt you more than that moment. Those words. His lips said it. His eyes looked straight through you - seeing you breaking as each letter he pronounced.

You didn’t think you were ready to see him again. But at the same time you needed to see him. It was sort of a test you wanted to put yourself through. A self destructive one. You knew it was gonna be touchy but you also wished you could reconnect.

You nodded to your bestie. “I wanna go. If something goes wrong I’ll pay the taxi. Don’t worry” you said confidently. Even though you wanted to throw up already because of the anxiety you were feeling. Your friend giggled a little. She gave you a confidence hug.

“You look incredible. If I were Lando I would choke with my drink and die” she joked to make you laugh. You did a little. But hearing his name shattered you inside. She took your hand que got out of her house.

The Uber drove fastly to the party. It was a busy London night but the party was going to be on the outsides of the city. Which in this case didn't help getting that fast to the party. But it was what it was. The two of you paid the Uber in cash and got out of the car.

The first people receiving you both at the party were clearly already drunk. You don’t see Lando yet and that made you think that maybe he didn’t come. Just the thought of it made you feel calmer. You followed your friend to where George and Carmen, his girlfriend, were dancing with the group of friends. even Lewis Hamilton was there. You say hi to everyone with a big smile and hugged all of them. You were starting to feel happy that Lando didn’t come. Or at least you wanted to convince yourself of that.

You didn't remember how many hours have passed since you got to the party and started drinking. You were dancing in the middle of the dance floor with an unknown guy you met on the bar. Everything was fine until you saw right behind the guy what you didn’t expect nor you didn’t want to believe you saw.

It was Lando. With another girl. Kissing. Like crazy.

You felt your heart skip a bit. Even you felt breathless. You stopped dancing in shock processing the view you had.

Your heart was shattering every second that passed by looking at him with another girl.

She looked nothing like you. Blonde shiny hair. Flawless face with big lips. You just couldn’t take it.

All the times he said you were the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. He used to say that your looks didn’t compare to anyone. Yet there he was with the opposite of you. You felt so little in that room full of people. You thought the world was crumbling down while you saw him laughing with her. He even blushed nervously just how you made him feel back then.

You couldn’t move. You didn’t know how to continue your life properly. You were still so in love with him. He was the love of your life. You loved every single detail of him. You couldn’t stop dreaming of his eyes or about his laugh. You dream of being happily ever after with him. When you were together you thought you were end game. Nothing could break you. But then he stopped loving you.

He didn’t love you anymore.

Now he loves this girl.

Has he ever loved you? Did he tell the truth? Was he honest?

You woke from the trance because your friend came to rescue you with Carmen. They try to talk to you to check on you but in that instant you find Lando’s eyes looking straight to you. His smile disappeared when he saw you. And when that happened you just wanted to cry really bad. You tried to hold it together but you couldn’t. You couldn’t stare at him anymore. You couldn’t bear the pain you were feeling now.

You sprinted straight to the bathroom followed by your best friend and Carmen. You didn’t want to cause a scene but you couldn’t control your anxiety. You wanted to stop existen right there and then. You wanted to disappear. You felt ashamed.

How could you think he would love to be back with you? To the life you had together?

You were never the love of his life nor the woman of his dreams.

He looked happy, something you now know you couldn’t do.

Your friend tried to calm you down but you were just a waterfall of tears. Carmen tried to talk to you to make you feel better but you couldn’t listen. You just listen to all the negative thoughts that were eating you alive.

He stayed with you just to find someone who is the opposite to you. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was going on and on in your head making the scar grow bigger and bigger.

When you were back to reality you just hugged your best friend. You needed her. She knew all of your feelings. She has been there with you all along. Along with all of the pain you felt since Lando walked away. You have grieved your future self since then. You wanted a life with Lando. A life that now didn’t exist and would never exist.

After a few minutes you could calm yourself down. Carmen and your friend fixed your makeup and tried to make you feel better. But you just wanted to go home.

“I’ll call an Uber. I need to go home. I can’t stay” I said to my friend and she nodded.

“Of course. Don’t wanna see you like this. Everything it’s going to be okay. I’ll call it” she said softly and stroked your hair.

You all got out of the bathroom and Carmen helped to pick your stuff up. Your friend was trying to get an Uber. You were so nervous to be out again at the party and seeing him again. So Carmen suggested you go outside while your friend finds an Uber who accepts to take you home. You agreed and went outside.

Out there you found a bench available so you sat there and started scrolling your Twitter on your phone. After a while you felt someone sitting next to you. When you looked up it was Lando. You felt terrible. He smiled a little.

“Hey… you okay?” He asked quietly. He looked nervous. You two were. The tension was high between you both. You feel uncomfortable. You’ve never felt like that with him around before. That made your heart break again. You swallow hard.

“Yeah…” you said shortly. He nodded looking around avoiding your sight. You breathe heavily. He licked his lips.

“You look beautiful” he said, finally looking at you. You just stared at the ground. Was he for real? He is with another girl looking so different and he has the audacity to call me beautiful? You felt angry. You were so hurt and he was making it worse.

You looked at him with no facial expressions. “How can you say that to me when you’re dating her?” The words left your mouth without thought. But you didn’t feel bad about it. His face showed how surprised he felt by your question. “Don’t look at me like that, Lando. What’s your intention coming here and calling me beautiful when you already have another girl and she looks the opposite to me? Go fuck yourself. You really don’t care about me. You never did. You wouldn’t be here if you would” you were furious. so hurt. You needed to scream at him but controlled your tone just because the situation it’s not where that should happen. His eyes went wide.

“Y/n I don’t know what you are talking about! Yes I’m dating another girl so? You are beautiful to me I just wanted to talk to you” he said defensively. You rolled your eyes and stood up in front of him.

“I hate you. You are dead to me. What do you want to know about me? That I’m miserable since you said you didn’t love me anymore so you can be proud of yourself for breaking my heart? Or you wanted to pretend ya never happened? Go fuck yourself. My friend was right about you. You’re a fucking player. I should’ve listened to them. So I wouldn’t be this fucking broken. Hope you’re happy Lando.” You said having enough of this. You felt very offended by his attempt of you didn’t know what. When you stormed out you bumped into his new girl and spilled her drink all over her shiny silver dress.

“Sorry not sorry” you said to her not caring a fuck about her or her dress or her night. He replaced you so easily. You were blinded by hatred and pain. She told you something but you didn’t hear. You took your best friend and got her out of the party too.

“What happened?” She asked worried, finally finding an Uber who accepted to pick you both up. You sigh so stressed. Adrenaline was pushing hard on your veins.

“Lando talked to me and I just told him to fuck off” you said even surprising yourself for doing such thing.

“Oh shit” your best friend said.

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I really wanted Lando to win COTA 😭. Franco was so good though - love him!!!

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calmcoldevening · 1 year ago

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I’m begging you for a part 2 of the knowing the slashers when they were younger fic where they meet when they’re older if you’re up for it ofc🙏

You knew slashers when you were a child and now you grow up and met them

Characters: Thomas Hewitt, Brahms Heelshire, brothers Sinclair

TW: mention of blood, violence, stockholm syndrome.

Ps: english is not my native language, so sorry for misspells. And also i really didn't know what I needed to write about Sinclair, because i need to rewatch the movie to remember their characters, so i didn't write about them. I hope you'll enjoy our sweet Tommy and baby boy Brahms

Part one ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Thomas Hewitt

You just recently graduated from college and decided to celebrate it with a trip with your friends to one of the US states. The choice fell on Texas. You still had pleasant memories of your school life in this place in your heart, and your heart ached at the thought of how soon you left your hometown. Not that you would call these people friends, but you were good acquaintances and helped each other with tasks. And so you packed your bags and within half an hour you were all driving together in a small SUV. The boyfriend of one of your 'friends' (Jessica) was driving. He was a good man, although he joked about unpleasant topics from time to time. But you turned a blind eye to it. In the end, you will finally find yourself back in the good old Texas.

The road was long, so you had a lot of time to think. You were sitting in the farthest seat, staring into space and slowly stroking an old, slightly battered fox toy with your hand. Your thoughts revolved around one person. That shy little boy you had such a happy conversation with years ago. It was your first memorable friend. You no longer had friends who could surpass sweet Tommy.

Finally, the car turned at a sign with the inscription of a city you know. Your heart started beating faster and you couldn't suppress a smile in anticipation. Soon you will see him again, a sweet shy boy. Although now it will probably be a guy, after all, it's been almost twelve years. This figure was almost painful.

The Texas landscape flowed like a soft canvas on the other side of the window, the sun mercilessly burned his eyes, refracting through the glass. It was hot and stuffy. You're lucky to get into one of the hottest periods in Texas. This place has changed somewhat, although it remains the same as you remembered it. The once small plantings have now turned into real tall trees, although they did not save much from the sultry sun. The wheels of the car turned quickly on turns with an unpleasant sound, raising a cloud of dust behind them. Jessica's boyfriend, Tim, apparently loved playing racer very much, even on the main state road.

By all the laws of luck, Tim abruptly informed you that you were running out of gas. There was a gas station nearby. You entered a small diner next to the gas station, and your heart instantly warmed up. It was that sweet woman, Thomas's mom. Luda-May, isn't that right?

"Hello, Luda," you say with a slight smile, approaching the cash register. The woman looks up at you with a frown, peering at your appearance for a few seconds. Finally, recognition seemed to flash across her face.

"Y/N?" She asks dryly, her voice a little rougher than what you remember from childhood. You nod in response. A warm smile appears on Mrs. Hewitt's face and she hurries out from behind the counter, wrapping you in a gentle, almost maternal embrace. "God, girl.. I never thought I'd see you again. You've grown up so much."

"I'm so sorry that I left so quickly. It was my parents' idea, not mine."

"I understand, honey, don't worry. We've all missed you. Especially Tommy."

The mere mention of his name makes your heart ache. Tommy... You haven't seen him for so long. Your heart yearned for those beloved cornflower blue eyes. You reluctantly pull away from the cozy embrace of Luda, your hand reflexively reaches for your hair, removing a stray strand from your face when you understand the look at a woman.

"You still live there, don't you? Can I see him?"

"Of course, my girl. I've just finished. Hoyt should be arriving soon."

Hoyt? Your brain was carefully trying to find at least one mention of that name in your memory, but nothing came to mind. Strange. Although it may be one of their relatives or friends, after all, you haven't been here for too long, it couldn't have stayed the same, could it?

What was your surprise when that Hoyt turned out to be old Charlie. Although his appearance was now quite pretentious: sheriff's clothes, hat and badge. Something was wrong. This man has been lazy all his life, he could not suddenly decide to go to work in a place related to healthcare. But you chose to remain silent. Hoyt didn't seem to recognize you. When he saw your friends, he invited them to go with them, saying that he had a can of gasoline at home.

"Take the guys, and then you'll come for us. I don't think the sheriff's car can hold that many people," Luda intervened, grabbing your arm protectively. It's got you a little stressed out. Although there was some truth in her words. Five former students came with you, all of them obviously wouldn't have gotten into Charlie's car. The man wanted to say something, but gave up, nodding to the woman.

And so they left. All that time, Luda was asking about your life, enjoying listening to stories from college. She was more interested in this than your own parents. And now Hoyt is back. He was in high spirits. You got to the Hewitt house safely. As a child, as now, the building was still huge for you. Luda carefully led you into the kitchen, offering you tea. God, you've missed this place.

"Tommy! Come here, we have guests," Luda shouted and you heard hurried rustles and heavy footsteps from the basement.

It made you tense up a little bit. Finally, a couple of minutes later, a tall man, the size of an entire closet, entered the kitchen. Your blood turned cold. You slowly looked up. A long, tall body, wavy dark hair and a leather mask on his face. He frowns down at you, seeming to evaluate you with his cold blue eyes.

"Tommy?" As if nothing had happened, Luda-Mae asks in a cheerful voice, "Do you remember Y/N?"

It seemed that at that moment the gears were turning in his head. You needed time to think about it too. Was this huge man Thomas? No, of course, Tommy was a bit of a big kid as a kid, but he was still quite small. The only thing that attracted attention was his bandage on his face. Now it has been replaced by a strange leather mask.

You didn't even have time to think, as careful footsteps were heard from the basement. It seemed, but Tommy and none of the People were found at first. And Tim appeared behind Thomas. God, he was covered in blood and his back was bleeding. Your face is filled with pure horror. And that gave Tim away. Thomas notices your fear and turns around, immediately grabbing Tim roughly and dragging him back to the basement. Your brain screamed like a hunted animal that you needed to get out of here and urgently. Something has happened to this family, something bad, since they communicate with other people like that. But as soon as you tried to run to the exit, at that moment you were hit by something heavy on the back of the head.

His heart ached for you. You were the first person who ever showed him kindness in your life, and now you will surely be afraid of him. God, he wouldn't want to see fear in your beautiful eyes when you're afraid of him. His body was filled with an unpleasant feeling of disappointment and pain. He didn't want that, really. But he wanted to keep you by his side, he didn't want to let you go again. And he didn't want you to hurt the family. So now he was gently wiping the remnants of blood from your beautiful face, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. You were still as beautiful, his heart began to beat faster, as it did when he was a child. He saw that toy in your friends' car, you kept it all these years. Thomas couldn't help but smile. Maybe you loved him too? Not now, not after what he did.

The following days were a blur. Your head ached, and an unpleasant heaviness tightened your neck. They put you on a chain. Thomas or Luda would check on you from time to time, Luda would just leave food, and Thomas would just sit on the bed next to you and just look at you. Sometimes he would try to touch you, but you would instantly jump aside like a wounded animal. Thomas's heart ached painfully in his chest. Although.. He deserved it, didn't he? All his life he was looked at with disgust or fear. But he didn't care about those people. All these simple passers-by or victims were just empty meat. But you were afraid of him now. He couldn't stand your gaze, full of fear for your life, so he left the room every time, unable to look in your eyes.

The days slowly followed each other. You were still afraid. But there was something else. Whenever Thomas enters the room, your eyes involuntarily glided over his big strong body. You wanted to snuggle up to him, find comfort in his arms. But there was a part of you that knew it was wrong. They killed people, they killed your friends. They chained you up and kept you here like some kind of dog. And yet your body was begging for his warmth, just like when you were a child.

What was Thomas's surprise when the next time he came into the room, you crawled closer to him, asking for a hug. Your arms clumsily wrapped around his body. Thomas blushed instantly. His heart felt so good. He gently grabbed you by the hips, putting you on his lap, and hugging your fragile body with his strong arms. He buried his nose in your hair. How he missed that feeling. His brain was filled with the scent of your skin. Thomas let out a relieved whimper as you began to gently run your fingers through his tangled hair.

He never left you, he won't let you go into this cruel world again. He will protect you with all his heart. His sweet girl.

Brahms Heelshire

"Now I've won," the man says in a hoarse voice through his cracked porcelain mask with a doll's face.

He was breathing heavily, hanging over you, his left hand pressed against the wall behind you, while the other reached out to your face, gently stroking.

"Still beautiful," he whispers, caressing your chin with his thumb, tracing your lower lip with his fingernail. Your heart was pounding wildly, you shrank under the man's gaze like a frightened animal. His movements were rough, but his touch seemed almost gentle, as if he didn't want to disrupt this moment or harm your fragile being. His breathing was loud and heavy because of the mask, and the skin under his eyes was slightly reddened. And those eyes. Those warm eyes are the color of pure amber under the bright sun. They looked at you with extraordinary affection and humility. You could recognize those eyes out of a thousand. Like back then, fifteen years ago.

You nervously clutched the steering wheel rim with your right hand, counting the turns. Not so long ago, you managed to get a new job, and who would have thought that this job would be in your childhood home. Or rather, your friend. They always treated you like their own child, so they gave you this job without any problems.

The weather was clear, it was only the beginning of autumn. Some of the trees have already turned golden, their leaves rustling unobtrusively. The sky was clear, without a single cloud, so the sun shone brightly through the windshield of your car. It seemed that nothing could spoil your return to your childhood home.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest. The mind was filled with thousands of pleasant memories of your past together and children's laughter. You missed Brahms so much. It's been a long time since you've seen him.

Finally, after a couple of long hours, you arrived at the Hilsher estate. It remained the same. Obviously, Mr. Heelshire was still carefully tending the garden, growing his wife's favorite flowers. You stopped right next to the driveway, the wheels moving pleasantly on the gravel. After getting out of the car, you went inside without thinking twice. The greenery of this place has always been striking in its beauty, it seemed that no seasons had power over this place, the forests of the estate still gave pleasure with their emerald color and the coolness of the dense grove.

You were met at the very door by Mrs. Heelshire. She has changed a lot since your last visit, of course, the years take their toll. Her eyes were a little red and tired, and there were small bruises under them. Her face was unusually pale and her hair was gray, but not as when it happens from age, but when a person goes through a lot of life difficulties and faces stress.

"Honey, I haven't seen you for so long," the woman said smiling, wrapping you in a warm embrace. Her hugs were pleasant, but strangely nervous, "We were surprised when we received your candidacy for this job."

"I just really wanted to come back. My parents wouldn't let me go just like that."

"And for good reason," the woman mutters to herself, immediately turning to face you with a warm smile, "We always want only the best for you, my girl, don't hold a grudge against us."

Her words strain you a little, but you attribute it to her slight excitement before the long-awaited vacation. After all, for as long as you can remember, Mrs. Heelshire has always been a caring and hardworking woman, she didn't know the word 'rest'.

After ten tedious minutes, Mrs. Heelshire explains to you the set of rules and your responsibilities. It seemed like she was trying in a hurry to tell you everything at once. Her eyes were constantly darting around the walls of the house.

And now you're alone. Taking care of the doll was not so difficult. Although you still didn't understand why the doll had the name of your childhood best friend. No one's parents told you what happened to Brahms, you just moved in a couple of days before his birthday. You didn't even have time to give him the gift you made with your own hands. Years later, you felt guilty about it. But now, that feeling seemed to be gone. It feels like you're finally in your place. You're home.

It happened two weeks after your arrival at the manor. As usual, you were sorting out the groceries that Malcolm brought while the man was standing next to you, leaning against the doorjamb. He was watching you carefully, talking about something. To be honest, you've noticed for a long time how ambiguously he looks at you. All those jokes, compliments, touches and glances. He was flirting with you. But you could definitely tell that he wasn't your type. Damn it, he was overconfident. But in a relationship, you wanted to 'be at the helm', you wanted a guy with character, but definitely obedient. And Malcolm definitely didn't fit that description.

"..hey, can you leave this doll after all? Let's go to my place. I'll show you a lot of interesting things," he says with a sly grin, taking a few steps closer.

"The Heelshirs left me here for a reason, I don't want to undermine their trust."

"Come on, do you really want to spend the rest of your life in a house with just this doll?" The guy purrs, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your neck. You are annoyed by his behavior and you step on Malcolm's foot with force. He hisses and quickly pulls away. "Fuck, are you stupid?"

"Watch your mouth, boy."

Malcolm tenses up. He hears rapid rustling in the walls, his eyes darting around the room.

"The hell with you," he finally gives up. Malcolm grabs the empty boxes and leaves the house, slamming the door behind him. You're relieved. He seems to be a man, but he behaves like a scared boy.

"Y/N.. Did he hurt you?" A small child's voice comes from somewhere in the hallway. You flinch a little. You knew that voice. Brahms. True, his voice was a little different in childhood, now it was quieter and plaintive. You quickly close the refrigerator and slowly walk towards the source of the sound.

"Who's here? Brahms?"

It all happened too fast. At first, you were driven by interest with a little bit of fear. In an instant, you saw a tall, broad figure towering over you by a good two heads. You were scared. You ran away, hoping to hide from a stranger. And one day you were pinned against the wall by a muscular figure.

"Y/N, don't be afraid... I didn't mean to scare you." A child's voice mumbles plaintively. You look into those hazel eyes and your heart sinks.

"Brahms?" In response, the man only reaches out to your face, gently caressing your cheek.

"Now I've won." His voice changes. Instead of a child's voice, a low, hoarse voice now caresses your ears. You feel electricity running down your spine, you instinctively squeeze your hips.

Your hands reach for the porcelain mask, but Brahms abruptly pulls away. He shakes his head negatively. He didn't want you to see his face. He doesn't want you to be scared. He doesn't want you to leave him like the others.

"Come on, Brahms. You're a good boy. Didn't you love kissing?" You speak with a slight smile. A long-drawn-out whine comes from under the mask. He nods briefly. You lift the edge of the mask, covering his hot lips with your own. Brahms's movements are fast and assertive, he bites your lips, squeezing your waist in his hands. He missed you so much.

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booliuu · 13 days ago

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┊͙Proxies headcanons pt.1┊͙

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : heeeey guys it’s liu!! it’s been awhile since i last posted ( …well i think?) 😣😣 i literally can’t remember anything . this isn’t requested but i’ve these headcanons stuck in my drafts for quite some time now and i figured i’ll post them now!!:DD🫶🏼possibly a part 2?

• my inbox is open for asks & requests!! if you like my content don’t forget to like , comment , & reblog❤️. enjoy reading!

Tim (masky):

🚬. . he’s pushing through his late 30’s at best.

🚬. . 5’11.

🚬. . a firm believer he’s a taurus.

🚬. . has native american roots.

🚬. . personality wise .. he’s a bit of a prick and an asshole just to give it to you straight . he will butt heads , he will command orders because technically speaking he’s the leader without saying much, basically has a strict & rough exterior . but with the shit he’s been through.. i don’t blame him. it would be a while once he likes & trusts you….but you’ll know. very few ppl get that side of him.

🚬. . dog person!! wants a dog sooo bad he knows he can’t take care of it unless someone wants to take care it while he’s away from the cabin. he’s ( and everybody else tbh..) out sometimes days or more so he ain’t risking it.

🚬. . whenever he sees stray dogs in the woods doesn’t matter what kind of dog man… he’ll pet it . if he has food in hand will give some to em’.

🚬. . if he keeps seeing the same dog(s) everyday when he’s walking around the woods , will give them a name for sure.

🚬. . definitely has HUNDREDS of pairs of bottom up plaid shirts. in hangers. in one small closet. Not just red like he wears all the time in mh. owns at least yellow , blue , black plaid shirts . rarely ever uses them though lol.

🚬. . smokes like a chimney holy crap. especially whenever he’s uncomfortable or stressed , at least smoke half a packet .. just an excuse not to talk about it.

🚬. . smells like the woods, cigarettes, or cheap shampoo and conditioner. (like old spice, irish spring , ect…)

🚬. . likes his coffee plain black. no questions asked. won’t add any creamer or sugar. just likes it the way it is.

🚬. . he’s probably rlly good at cooking like will cook up some good old eggs, beacon and sausage if he feels like it.

🚬. . snores like SO LOUD OH MY GOODNESS. second would be toby. holy moly. god forbid if there in the same room or your stuck sitting in the same car as them , you ain’t getting a wink of shut eye :( .

🚬. . coughs , coughs, … COUGHS especially whenever he’s running. it’s impossible for him to stay quiet bc of his smoking habits . has to take a break for a bit , lean against a tree and cough his lungs out.. then starts running again.

🚬. . i’ll die on this hill BUT IM SURE he does the old man groan whenever he’s bending down for too long. or putting a hand on his back , bend back a bit and groan hella loud .

🚬. . old man eye squint whenever he reads. for example reading something on his phone and has to reallyyy squint and puts that phone away from his face. YKWIM😭😭??

🚬. . acts like he hates toby but in reality cares so much for him. just can’t bring himself to say it to him bc he’s so stubborn . likes kate because she listens to him without complaining during missions, and gets the job done . same with brian. and TOBY GETS SO M A D .

🚬. . dad BOD. C’MON YALL. and not to mention sideburns.

🚬. .listens to divorce dad music that he’s plays all the time in his car.

🚬. . his natural body temp is so WARM. he’s like a human heater.

🚬. . knows so much dad jokes it’s borderline concerning🥹🥹. but hey… at least it never fails to make someone smile or laugh though.

🚬. . has a mf’ing lighter collection because he keeps losing them . has stacks of cigarettes hidden somewhere around the room that he shares with brian.

🚬. . i just wanna get this out of the way but definitely the type to txt’s like a dad😭😭. you can’t tell me otherwise. i’m talking “👍.” , “ Ok.” “ 8:30 pm ETA.”

Brian (hoody):

💊. . same age as tim just a biiit🤏 older.

💊. . couple inches tall than tim and whenever ppl point out it out, it rails up tim so much.

💊. . HE has to be A LIBRA. DO YOU GUYS SEE MY VISION. PLS.

💊. . smells like gun powder , the woods ofc , cheap shampoo and conditioner, may i also add cheap cologne.

💊. . i have a feeling he grew up with A LOT of sisters in his family . so when he was born everybody was relieved lowkey lol but won’t say anything , just like a sigh of relief yk?

💊. . white af. idk what to tell you😭. you guys give me ideas .

💊. . txt’s ppl about the same as tim. worse though bc he tends to ignore them unless it’s the other proxies . doesn’t mean he’s dry af though.

💊. . owns so MANY hoodies. but just chooses to just wear the yellow one all the time.

💊. . has a tooth gap…! we can’t forget about that!

💊. . he’s a chill guy but prefers to stay quiet and listen kinda type. especially when he’s working .. yeeeah he ain’t speaking. just gets the job done and leaves.

💊. . knows how to fish. catches em’ and cooks em’. don’t ask why he just gives me the vibe yk?

💊. . aside from that, he can’t cook for shit so he makes tim do it. prefers tim’s cooking anyway-

💊. . has a guns & bullets collection of different kinds in his closet . and a couple of lighters laying around tim & his room. or whenever he’s out and tim forgets his, he got em.

💊. . has the PRETTIEST SMILES AND LAUGH TELL ME IM WRONG. also his laugh is pretty contagious lol. snorts and giggles. can get other ppl to laugh without even knowing what he’s talking about.

💊. . natural charmer ✨knows how to flirt without even trying and (or) thinking. knows how to twist ppl little brains and turn it into mush.

💊. . likes his coffee black as well.

💊. . quietest sleeper known to mankind. couple of times tim, toby or kate though he was dead.

💊. . like arms and hands at his sides and he’s just… y’know just laying there.

Tim: * getting really nervous bc brian isn’t moving nor making a single sound & decides to slap his arm to wake him up * “ you know you sleep like a dead soilder..?!!”

Brian: * jointing awake suddenly by tim* “huh?? “

Toby:

➯ in my au, tim, brian , toby and kate all stay in one cabin. it’s a bit crapped but they all make it work out at the end of the day.

➯ anyway…….*sighs dreamily * my boyyyy😫😫💗💗💗💗!!! he’s BEEN rattling in my brain 24/7 but tbh who don’t think bout this cutie patooie all the time living rent free in my head wthhh. 😭😭😭🥹🥹 i can talk about this silly goober all day if i could bro. okok anyways -

🪓. . i wrote a few toby headcanons here b4 :]] ( 1# link & 2# link check em’ out!! ) ima add some more headcanons to the list. you can’t stop me >:DD!!!

🪓. . there’s 3 rooms total in the cabin and the last room is toby’s . the other rooms belongs to kate , tim & brain .

🪓. .plays “his” playlist on his speakers that ofc he stolen full volume . owns some video games and consoles such as a switch & ds . has a mini fridge hidden in his room bc he’s tired of ppl stealing his crap.

🪓. . bisexual. leeeans strooongly💪💪 towards women..!! personality over looks!! man does not care. but that doesn’t stop him from thinking men are handsome and cute!! if your asking me though, it’ll take awhile for him to date a guy let alone trust bc his lore .. his father yk?

🪓. . he likes hanging out on top of lamp posts at the side of the roads or chillin on the highest branch in the trees because those are the only places that are quiet for him and away from ppl.

🪓. . can’t decide if he’s dog or cat person. HE’S SUCH A HUGE ANIMAL LOVER AND WILL HONESTLY PET EVERY SINGLE ANIMAL IF HE COULD.

🪓. . he’s definitely the kinda person to order coffee that has MILLIONS of different creamer , syrups & toppings . can’t stand the bitter taste of coffee lol.

🪓. . speaking of coffee, since he’s around tim and brian all the time, he developed a burning hatred for black coffee😭. doesn’t understand why tim and brian love it so much.

🪓. . he rarely goes out in public places because he gets overwhelmed easily but in the rare occasions he does , can’t stand when men yell at women. like really detest it. has the urge to protect the them even though he doesn’t know the person. doesn’t do anything but just watches from afar. but that doesn’t stop of thinking violent thoughts what he wants to do to that guy.

➯ if it’s really brother him though , will perhaps pay the guy a quick visit.. if you catch my drift..🪓🪓.

🪓. . it brings him flashbacks of when his dad yells at his sister and mother.

🪓. . gets high because it calms down his tics. or whenever he’s feeling stressed, upset he’ll smoke.

🪓. . he remembers some what of his past. but it’s very very very little. remembers his mother and sister but it’s very distorted. remembers everything but there faces. when someone says his mothers and sister names he confused why he feels like he knows them but at the same time doesn’t . poor baby:(

🪓. . haunted by his bullies and his fathers voices tormenting him in his dreams. he’s confused by them and thinks the operator is playing tricks on him.

🪓. . he’s not a bad driver. like i said before he doesn’t remember his past. pretty much knows the rules of the road and practiced safe driving etiquette.

🪓. . since he’s older, his tics aren’t as bad. doesn’t mean they fully goes away. nope. doesn’t work like that. it’s a part of him and will always will be.

🪓. . the way i think it’s more like it has it’s moments.. you feel me chat? such as whenever he’s feeling anxious , angry or stressed. he slurs his words, talks faster or repeats the same words or sentences, muscle twitches … and so forth.

🪓. . can’t stand the smell or taste of alcohol but .. if someone gave him one , he will drink it just because he doesn’t want to be called out a wuss.

🪓. . oh my gosh when he txt’s he either doesn’t respond, forgets you send something, or SPAMS THE SHIT OUT OF YOUR PHONE accidentally breaking it 😭. adds millions of emojis . sends links to insta reels or tiktok’s that he thinks you’ll laugh at .

you: sending toby a tiktok* 10:45 pm *read 10:50 pm.

toby: *UUSSS!! * 6:30 am😭. toby oh my god

.. also toby: * sends you the most cryptic terrifying insta reel you ever seen* that’s you 😝😝😝🫵.

you: YOU PMOOOO‼️‼️🖕🖕🖕

🪓. . i can talk about this man forever. 🫶🏼

Kate:

➯ KATE MY BELOVED!!!! i love her so much💗. she so underrated plsss she needs more love and attention 😭😭�� guys lemme talk about myyy girl rq.

🖤. . she’s the youngest out of the proxies. she around her late teens or early 20’s. she’s a cancer!! ( june 25th!!)

🖤. . tall af, she either standing at something between 5’10 or inching closer to 6’0.

🖤. . Korean!!! or has asian roots.

🖤. . definitely has her ears pierced and lips done .🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

🖤. . cooks the crew sometimes what she remembers eating before shit went down hill. and they love it every time.

🖤. . tea person! loves black or earl gray. she has a bit of a sweet tooth so she’ll add some honey, creamer & milk and syrups .^^

🖤. . owns really GOOD smelling shampoo and conditioner 😭😭. and to add with that, her hair is super long and grows out super fast so she’s constantly cutting it. its so uneven helppp

🖤. . she’s naturally very awkward and quiet. lowkey giving black cat energy.

🖤. . like brian she’s also the type of person to listen to you yap about anything than talk.

🖤. . txt’s like she doesn’t care. sooo nonchalant help 😭😭. perhaps worse than brian🤔🤔🤫. ONE WORD RESPONSE EACH TIME. WITHOUT OF DOUBT.

🖤. . closeted lesbian. doesn’t have time to date or fall in love because she’s busy with her “job” ifykyk. prob only work out if your a proxy as well. can’t risk anyone else getting hurt bc of her or the operator. she lost enough :( .

🖤. . this could just be me but ima just say back during her high school years she join her schools track and field club. and literally always get the best times. best runner at her school.

🖤. . dis GIRLLL… can run SO MANY laps and she never gets tired holy crap. runs faster than the other proxies , second would be toby lol. when they have free time, they consistently race each other around the woods and would make tim or brian set up a timer to see who gets the best time.

🖤. . i don’t CAARRE what anyone says but, her and toby have a sibling👏dynamic going on. so competitive with each other!! it’s very precious. they always lookout for each other during missions. even when there not working , they argue like siblings, say some shitty stuff to each other but at the end of the day they care about each other in there own way.

➯ this a bit off topic but yk how toby lost his sister at a young age. messed him up quite a bit because Lyra was the only person aside from his mom that was truly kind to him. after burning his neighborhood, he doesn’t really have anybody else. and was taken by slender right after that.

➯ kate one day casually said that toby reminds her of a sibling,toby was taken back and need a few seconds to relies that she’s being serious. he cried a bit when he heard that from her because he never thought he would ever be a good brother bc he wasn’t there for his sister at that time. :(

➯ long story short they hugged each other that day. sworn kate he will protect her knowing full well she can defend herself. he doesn’t want to repeat his trauma. will break him even more if he lost another sibling because of his actions.

🖤. . about the same as brian, she sleeps like she’s dead. creeps everyone the heck out.

🖤. . cat person!! has a pocket full of treats for the cats that she’s sees in a everyday basis. 🖤🖤

🖤. . if she’s not wearing her white hoodie and black jeans she’s going to pull up with some street wear aesthetic..!!!

🖤. . the white hoodie she wears all the time … yeah she forgets to wash it ☹️ all the time. same with her mask. forgets to clean it.

🖤. . some angst bc why not…misses Lauren so much. after she died, she kept her journal and rereads everything so she could never forget about her.

🖤. . visit her grave once in a while to give her flowers and just trying to remember memories of her.

🖤. . doesn’t like the operator at all. hates it. with every fiber in her being , hates that she now “works” for it now. i don’t blame her though, i mean her whole entire family was haunted & tormented by this thing for ages.

🖤. . ending this in a good note^^ , buuut every night her and toby without a doubt (sometimes tim and brian if there up for it ) have a game night.

🖤. . meaning getting to play with toby’s consoles while there both sitting on the couch and focus very intently at the t.v in the living room. playing until god knows how long.

🖤. . screaming yelling and cursing each other in there own languages.

🖤. . playing board games or cards like uno while sitting together on dinner table and secretly everyone is plotting to piss off toby and works every single time.

ꪆৎ 𝙰/𝙽 : i hope you like these headcanons 😭😭 im sorry it’s SOOO long i literally i didn’t see that coming until i posted it . i’ll try to be consistent with posting but no promises >< bc tbh i only post if i have the energy too or literally the brain rot is that bad. anywaysss liu out!

my inbox is open for ask & requests!! if you like my content don’t forget to like , comment , & reblog❤️.

liuuboo2025 do not copy , translate or plagiarize any of my works. thank you ♡ﾟthx for reading! love y’all!

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dailynnt · 1 month ago

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CAPTIVE OF HIS ATTENTION

♡ Summary: You're an art and design student at Seoul National University, trying to maintain your independence and focus on your studies. Your peaceful life is shattered when you meet Jungkook , a charismatic, stubborn, and unpredictable guy who pairs up with you for a group project. He starts to annoy you by challenging your principles. Jungkook, who loves to be the center of attention, uses his charming and playful nature to play with your feelings and control the situation. You are constantly trying not to succumb to his manipulations, but gradually you find that his influence on you is becoming stronger and stronger. The relationship between you is a game of power, desire, and sensation, where each tries to leave their mark without letting the other take over completely. But will you be able to maintain your independence, or will Jungkook eventually make you his?

♡ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ Fem!Reader

♡ Characters: The Reader, Jeon Jungkook, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, Min Yoongi, Kim Seokjin, Kim Namjoon, Jeon Hoseok.

♡ Age restrictions: 18+

♡ Relationships: ⚤

♡ Number of part: 2/?

♡ Tags: university life, students, from enemies to lovers, everyday life, mild longing, sex, protected sex, unprotected sex, alcohol, smoking, profanity, tags will be added as the story progresses

♡ From the author: What do you think of this part? Jungkook's proposal has an interesting connotation that Y/N doesn't fully understand yet, but she has a little guess 🤭

♡ Warning: English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes in the text. Please don't get mad at me too much! Those under 18, please don't read this story!

♡ Tag list : @kooko007, @someoneelse0109, @kelsyx33, @minimoninini, @smokinghotstargirl (Want to be on tag list? Just let me know)

PART 2: A debt that will be difficult to repay.

You are finally home. You crossed the threshold of your rented apartment feeling tired, which had been accumulating all week. You took off your coat and kicked off your sneakers. As you hung up your outerwear, you noticed coffee drips that reminded you of the morning's incident with Jungkook. You grimaced at the thought of him.

What an asshole he is. Your encounter with them in the campus cafeteria was even worse. He was so cocky and it was so fucking annoying. Can't he see that you're not the pink mass of glamorous girls who are ready to run after him if he just smiles? And worst of all, he took the liberty of asking you what you're like in bed. A cheeky guy, it seems, of the very first category in the whole university.

You could barely drag your feet to the kitchen, because you were so hungry. You never ate that chicken salad. The reason is the same Jungkook. Why did he become such a pain in the ass for you in one day? You shake your head, shaking off the thoughts of him.

Tonight, you're having fried chicken, spicy tokpokki and chajamen. It's a hearty and high-calorie meal, but you don't mind. You need to relax, and delicious food has always helped you do that.

You've had dinner and decided not to do any studying. The binge night will be your moment before the brewing storm of Jungkook and working with him on a group project.

You were lying on the couch in front of the TV, barely listening to it and scrolling through social media. Suddenly, you received a message from an unknown number on KakoTalk. You logged into the app and saw the name that popped up when the user was registered.

"JK." There were only initials, but you knew exactly who they belonged to. How could he find your number if you didn't give it to him? There are two possibilities: either he got it from Miyon or he found it himself in a group chat in your study group. You're leaning toward the second option, but you'll have to ask Miyon if she gave your number to this asshole. You open the message and read it:

08.47 PM | JK: I'll be waiting for you at Smith's Cafe in Haehwa-dong tomorrow. Around 8pm.

You feel your heart beating fast in your chest. Your palms instantly sweat and for some reason you feel nauseous. Why are you reacting like this to his text? But it seems to be the context of the message itself. He writes confidently, and just puts it to you without asking you if you can come. You nervously tap the keyboard to reply to him.

08.47 PM | You: For what?

08.47 PM | JK: You read it right away. Did you wait for me to write?

You snort angrily. How annoying!

08.47 PM | You: The world doesn't revolve around you. I was just sitting on my phone. That's why I answered so quickly.

08.48 PM | You: What do you want? Why should we meet?

You wait for him to write back, but he doesn't reply for about a minute, so you exit the app, half excited and half frustrated. You scroll through your Instagram news page, but your thoughts are still on Jungkook's text messages.

The message arrives and you open the chat again.

08.49 PM | JK: We need to discuss your debt.

08.49 PM | You: I offered to pay you for the dry cleaning. What else do we have to fence?

08.49 PM | JK: I'm not interested in your money. It's not fun 😉

08.49 PM | You: 🙄 I'm not going to fulfill your wishes. Just throw me the card and I'll pay for the dry cleaning.

08.50 PM | JK: Do you think I have time to take my clothes to the dry cleaners?

08.50 PM | JK: Baby, I've spent many time to texting you than all the girls I've ever texted before. I'm already tired of typing. I'll be waiting for you tomorrow, and if you don't show up, you'll be in a lot of trouble, and trust me, you won't like it.

You squeeze the phone in your hand so hard that you think the screen is going to crack. "Baby?" Does he even hear himself? You take a deep breath, exhale. You write a reply, erase it, start again, and finally put the phone aside. That's all he wants to do, to piss you off.

You go back to the news feed, but you can't concentrate on anything. His last message keeps replaying in your head.

"I'll be waiting for you tomorrow." What does that even mean? Why would he do that? You bite your lip, considering whether to answer, and decide not to.

You put the phone down on the table, feeling the tension spread through your body. His calm tone is more annoying than if he were shouting or threatening. You realize that this is some kind of game, but he hasn't clearly explained the rules to you. You don't like Jungkook's interest in you at all.

Okay, you'll have to meeting with him, and at the same time you'll choose a topic for the project.

You look at the text message you received from Jungkook this morning again.

10.53 AM | JK: Don't be late. I'll be waiting for you on the second floor.

Saturday came and instead of enjoying your day off, you were nervous all day because you had to meet Jungkook. You were worried about the debt you owed him. Your intuition tells you that this guy is up to no good because he doesn't want the money. That's probably a good thing, because you don't have an extra thousand and a half dollars.

You close the message and just stare at the screen for a while, trying to collect your thoughts. The feeling of injustice merges with anxiety, but even more so, you're pissed off by his confidence. As if he's the boss here.

When you take a shower, you still hesitate whether to leave. But ignoring him doesn't seem like a wise decision. You choose a simple but neat look - a beige oversized sweater, black pants, and sneakers. Light hair in a messy bun, almost invisible makeup. You don't want him to think that you're trying too hard for him.

There is a cold wind outside, so you wrap yourself in your coat and try to walk quickly. You wonder why he made an appointment at this particular cafe. It is close to your home. The thought that he also lives in this neighborhood alarms you. But how can this be? He's a chaebol, it's unlikely that he would live in an ordinary apartment complex like yours. And in your neighborhood, there were mostly simple affordable apartments for students.

You arrive at the cafe a few minutes early. You didn't forget to bring your laptop and notes where you made notes about the topics you would like to choose.

With a sigh, you go inside. The cafe is filled with the aroma of fresh pastries and coffee. The music is playing softly, and the tables are filled with mostly students with laptops and pairs of notebooks. The second floor is less crowded, with only a few tables occupied.

You notice him right away. Jungkook is sitting at a table by the window, leaning back comfortably. He's wearing a black sweater and jeans, with a chain around his neck that glistens in the light of the lamps. Noticing you, he smiles slightly and waves his hand, inviting you to come over.

"You decided to come after all." - His voice sounds calm, almost warm, but there is something dangerous in his eyes. "Good girl." - Praises Jungkook. You feel something irritated in your middle when he calls you that. You don't snort loudly.

"As if you left me a choice." - You reply ironically, sinking into the chair across from him.

"There's always a choice, baby. But you made the right one." - He says, leaning forward slightly, his smile growing wider. Your heart races as he gets bolder and bolder.

"Don't call me baby. I think every woman you've ever been with has had that nickname." - You say colorlessly, but Jungkook picks up on your irritation. He smiles out of the corner of his mouth.

"Why do you think that?" - He asks, leaning back in his chair, his tattooed hand on the table, showing you the designs on the outside of his palm. You look down at them for a moment and then turn your eyes to Jungkook.

"I'm more than confident in what I said. You're too predictable." - You say with a challenge. Jungkook's eyebrows fly up and he laughs defiantly.

"Predictable?" - He asks. "That's not a characteristic I have. You can ask any of my girlfriends." - He says without losing his smile on his lips. You roll your eyes defiantly.

"No need." - You say shortly, fidgeting in your chair. Jungkook notices your nervousness.

"Are you nervous?" - He asks you pointedly. You freeze, caught off guard by his bluntness.

"No." - You answer too quickly. But you are nervous. Your heart is beating like crazy. Is it his good looks that make you this way, or his flattering tone of voice? You can't decide.

"I think it is. That's so nice. Do you want something to drink?" - He asks. You give him a killer look and wish this meeting was over. You seem to be starting to realize how hard it's going to be to write this pair project.

"I came here to take care of the issue with your sweatshirt." - You answer dryly, ignoring his offer of a drink. You in anyway wouldn't be able to drink anything anyway. Your nerves made you feel a little nauseous.

Jungkook leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and fixed your gaze with his. He was close enough that you could smell him-light, fresh, almost magnetic.

"Want get right to it?" - He asked playfully.

"Yes. Just tell me what you want for that fucking sweatshirt." - You ask nervously.

"I told you I'm not interested in money." - He said confidently. "So I came up with a way for you to pay off your debt. I think it will be convenient for everyone."

You felt your cheeks flush. You pressed your lips together, trying not to react to the tone in his voice that seemed downright seductive.

"So what did you come up with?" - You asked. Jungkook leaned back, his eyes seemingly illuminated by some invisible fire.

"It's nothing complicated. I just want you to be my personal assistant for a week." - Jungkook replied.

"Assistant?" - You clarified quietly.

"Yes. You'll follow me around, help me with whatever I need. And, of course..." - He smiled, tilting his head. "You'll follow my instructions." - Jungkook finished speaking, and you just stood there with your mouth open. What the hell is this? What the hell are his instructions?

You are about to scold him when coffee is brought to your table. A large cup of cappuccino is placed in front of you, and raff coffee in front of Jungkook.

"I already know you drink cappuccino." - Jungkook says as the waiter walks away from your table. There is no end to your fury.

"Are you kidding me?" - You say sharply, but your voice trembles slightly.

"Absolutely serious." - He replied, not taking his eyes off you. "It's better than the other options I had in my mind."

"What other options?" - You asked again, choking on your anger.

Jungkook leaned over, leaning on the table, close to you. He smiled his usual cocky smile that sent a new electric shock through your nervous system.

"You don't want to know." - Jungkook replied. His voice sounded so soft and heartfelt that your chest tightened. You felt your body begin to give in to the tension that was filling the space between you. "A week..." - He repeated, his voice so soft you could barely hear it. "And your problems will disappear."

You clenched your hands under the table, forcing yourself not to look away.

"It's not fair, for some clothes. I'm not your servant." - You speak passionately.

"For me it's a valuable thing. You didn't look where you were going when you ran into me, that's why you're here." - He pauses briefly and continues. "And this offer will cover my losses in full."

You knew it was a trap. But Jungkook's gaze, his low voice, and his absolute confidence somehow made you think he wanted to seduce you.

"I don't want to be your assistant." - You admit honestly. Jungkook played with a piercing with his tongue, and you tried your best to ignore it. He slowly straightened up in his chair and took a sip of coffee. His phone vibrated. He cast an indifferent glance at the screen and quickly returned his gaze to you.

"Y/N. I'm offering you the most loyal option. You're a good girl. I don't want to hurt you, but you're provoking me. Why don't you just say yes?" - Jungkook asks you. His tone is lazy and cautious, but he's visibly restraining himself from speaking to you rudely. You snort and laugh a little defiantly.

"How am I provoking you, Jeon? I'm also offering you a normal option. Why don't you just take the money from me?" - You ask your questions. Jungkook drills you with his eyes and his interest in you grows exponentially. You resist. Why is someone who is not available so magnetic?

"You ruined my thing. And I'm a terrible appropriator. That's why I make the rules, not you." - Jungkook says, a little bossy. You raise your eyebrows. This guy across from you is starting to piss you off. "So what do you choose? Consent or something worse?"

"Something worse? Jungkook, this sounds like a cheap drama!" -You laugh, trying to hide your nervousness, but your heart is pounding so loudly that you think he can hear it.

"A cheap drama?" - He thinks for a moment, and then suddenly stands up, grabs a chair and puts it next to you. He sits down, leans closer, stopping a few centimeters from your face. Your breath catches in your throat. "If you want, I can make it a little more dramatic, but I don't think you'll be able to take it."

You try to say something, but his closeness and the subtle smell of his perfume silence you. He notices your confusion and smiles with satisfaction.

"Well?" - His voice is quiet, but every word sounds as if your life depends on it.

"You're crazy..." - You whisper, finally leaning back.

You think, quickly analyze the situation, and feel that you should agree to his terms. One week of hell, one more week of working on a project you're sure he won't want to do, and you'll be free of this annoying, narcissistic guy forever.

"Okay. But only for a week. And only as an assistant. No... strange instructions."

Jungkook crosses his arms over his chest and smiles even wider.

"You made the right decision, as always." - Jungkook says. His phone vibrates again. He reaches for his smartphone.

You just sigh, realizing that you've just done something you'll definitely regret.

Jungkook is checking something on his phone, and you are fidgeting in your chair to get a few centimeters away from him. He puts down the phone and turns his handsome face to you. A satisfied smile spreads across his lips.

He opens his mouth to say something but is interrupted by an incoming call. Jungkook blocks it without even looking at him.

You clear your throat and pick up your laptop bag. For a moment, you feel protected by Jungkook's closeness.

"Since we've already met..." - You begin confidently. "I propose we choose a topic for our pair project." - You gently push the cappuccino aside and put your laptop in front of you and take out a notebook with notes.

"Great. Let's do it." - Jungkook agrees quickly. He reaches across the table again and picks up his coffee. You click on your laptop, opening the file with the topics dropped into the group chat.

"So. I have two topics that I liked the most. The first one shows how emotions affect the perception of art. I think we can use contrast. Two opposite artistic images that convey different emotions. For example, one artwork symbolizes warmth and hope, and the other symbolizes coldness and alienation." - You explained, gesturing with your hands. Jungkook watched you carefully and didn't really listen to you. His phone vibrated again, and he locked it without looking at the screen, just like the first time. You stumbled for a moment, noticing Jungkook locking his phone, and went on. "Or we can do a project on the duality of human nature. Show how appearances often hide a person's true intentions or emotions." - You said. Jungkook raised one eyebrow and looked at you curiously.

"That sounds... interesting." - He mused out loud. You finally turned your eyes to him.

"What exactly did you like?" - You asked.

"The topic of 'duality'. Why do you choose this topic?" - Jungkook put his elbows on the table, leaning slightly toward you. You were confused for a moment, and then quickly composed yourself and explained.

"I like this topic the most from this two. I think people often show only the part of themselves they want others to see." - You said animatedly.

"Are you talking about yourself?" - Asked Jungkook. His eyes grew serious, and you didn't know how to respond.

"No." - You replied, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "I'm talking about people in general."

"Mmm..." -Jungkook leans back a little, picking up his coffee cup again. His phone vibrates for the third time, and you're annoyed. Jungkook presses the lock button again and the phone silently incomes the call.

"Why aren't you answering the phone? Maybe it's important?" - You ask, trying to sound indifferent, even though you're curious about who's calling so annoyingly.

"It's not important." -Jungkook answers without a shadow of a doubt. His fingers slide lightly across the surface of the table, as if he's looking for something to do. You look at his tattoos and want to know their meaning.

"How is it not important? Someone seems to really need your attention." - You say, raising an eyebrow slightly. He hums, and his smile grows even more cocky.

"Are you that curious about who needs my attention?" - Jungkook asks you. Nervously, you look from his face to his phone.

"No. It's just a little disturbing." - You lie. You turn away from Jungkook. He puts his hand on the back of your chair as he approaches a little bit closer.

"Just ignore it, like I did." - He says, and his voice sounds like he's just having fun. You look at him sideways. "But if you can't, I suggest you answer the phone." - Jungkook hands you the phone, there's still an incoming call.

You round your eyes. Why you should do it? You look at the phone and see an unsigned number.

"I'm not doing this." - You say, turning away.

"Oh, you will. Hang up the phone and say I'm busy and can't talk." - Jungkook says a little rudely. You turn your head to him and freeze. "Your duties as my assistant are already in effect. So answer instead of me." - You stare at Jungkook in horror. You open your mouth to say no again, but he presses the green button and puts the phone to your ear.

"Opaaa!" - Some girl screams. "How dare you not answer me?"

You look at Jungkook's sneering smile because he can hear what the girl on the other side of the phone is screaming too. You exhale nervously and take his phone in your hand.

"Uhm. Hi." - You say. Jungkook gives a soft of laughter.

"Who is this?" - Some girl asks. She keeps the silent for a couple of seconds, most likely making sure she has dialed the right number, and then speaks. "Where is Jungkook-opa? I'm calling him."

"Jungkook is busy right now and can't talk to you." - You say colorlessly. Jungkook is amused by the situation. His smile doesn't leave his lips even when he's drinking coffee.

"What do you mean? Who are you? Is he with you now? What are you doing?" - The girl asks one question after another, and her squeaky voice makes you want to take the phone away from your ear.

"He's with me right now. That's all I can tell you. He'll call you back." - You say. Jungkook arches an eyebrow in question. You make a wry your face. God, how did you end up in this situation? You shouldn't have to deal with his girls. "Probably." - Before, that girl starts screaming into the phone, you disconnect the call and put Jungkook's phone on the table. You turn away and sit up straight.

"See, I told you it wasn't an important call." - Jungkook says.

You exhale nervously, trying to recover from this awkward situation. Jungkook looks at you with a smile that only adds fuel to the fire.

"Why did you do that? Next time, you'll have to deal with your girls yourself." - You say angrily. Jungkook laughs out loud.

"Because it's fun." - He answers without the slightest remorse. "And I think you did even better than I expected. Now I'm sure I chose the right assistant."

You roll your eyes, pretending not to pay attention to his words, but everything inside you is boiling.

"I think you need a psychologist, not an assistant." - You say half-jokingly.

"Maybe so. But I'd rather spend time with you." - Jungkook replies and leans closer. "By the way, your voice is very calm. I think it calmed her down a bit. But only for a little while."

You focus on the laptop screen, trying to ignore what he said, but your eyes fall back to his arm with the tattoos. They seem mysterious to you, and your curiosity gets the better of you.

"By the way... these tattoos of yours. What do they mean?" - You ask. You were fascinated by tattoos and the most interesting thing for you was the stories of people who told why they painted their bodies. He raises his hand, examining the ink on his skin as if for the first time.

"Oh, now you're interested in my tattoos? You better be careful with that curiosity, because it might take you too far." - His tone is flirtatious and you're visited with excitement.

"Maybe I'm just trying to find something to take your mind off of silly’s." - You counter. Jungkook smiles, shaking his head.

"Okay. I'll tell you about one of them, but let's have you pick a topic for our project first. Because to be honest, I don't care. I can do a practical assignment on any of these topics." - Jungkook says. You squint your eyes.

"I hope you're not be indifferent to work at project." - You look away and look at your notebook. The topic is duality. It's something you both like. "The theme of the duality of human nature." - You say. Jungkook stretches his lips mysteriously into a smile.

"As you wish. Now it's your turn, Y/N. What tattoo are you interested in?"

You point to the small word tattooed on the inside of his finger and wait eagerly to hear what he has to say.

"What are these initials?" - You ask. Jungkook looks at his hand and thinks about how to explain.

"These are the initials of people who are important in my life. My... so to speak, 'support squad'. Those who made me move forward, even when I wanted to stop." - His voice sounded unusually sincere, and you noticed that his gaze had softened.

You nodded, silently considering his words, but he continued, pointing to another tattoo.

"This one is an eye with a crown. It reminds me that you should always see your possibilities. Not to let yourself be broken even when the whole world is against you. And to remember that you are the king of your life." - Jungkook explains. You smiled involuntarily.

"And this?" - You asked, pointing to the small heart on his wrist.

"Oh, that's..." - Jungkook paused for a moment and then laughed, crossing his arms. "It's a reminder that love can be both the best and worst thing in life. It appeared when I thought I knew what love was. But I think I'm still learning."

"You?" - You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. "Learning to love?"

He looked at you with an expression that was both serious and playful.

"Yes, Y/N. I'd like to learn how to love." - Jungkook replies. Silence falls between you and you feel tense. Does a guy like Jungkook really want to love someone? He can have any girl he wants, but it seems that no one can give him the feeling he wants. Isn't that why he says that? Then you wondered who the "love" he had that made him think it was the "worst thing". You want to ask, but you just turn away. You close your laptop and pack your things.

"I'm going to go." - You say as you get up from the table. Jungkook follows your movements. "On Monday, I'll go to the teacher and tell him the topic. Let's also start working on the project." - You say. You put on your coat, which you hung on a hanger by the table. Jungkook gets up after you.

"You didn't touch the coffee I ordered for you." - He states disappointedly. You look at the cold cup of coffee.

"I'm sorry. I don't drink coffee at night." - You answer. Jungkook walks over to the coat rack and puts on his black coat as well. You watch and don't notice how fascinated you are by him in this black coat, he is so attractive. It seems to you that everything he would wear would look perfect. Is this legitimate?

"Why are you frozen? Let's go, I'll walk you home!" - Jungkook picks up his phone from the table. You pick up your laptop.

"No need. I live nearby." - You say. Jungkook does not react to this statement. That's suspicious. He can't possibly know where you live, right?

"So what? It's late, I can't let you go alone." - He takes the bag from your hands and invites you to leave.

"I came here alone when it was already dark." - You argue.

"I'm glad you got here safely. But I'll be worried if I let you go alone." - Jungkook says and you laugh.

"So you're afraid I won't pay you back?" - You joke as you catch up with Jungkook. You go outside and it's even colder.

"Yeah, let the world fall, but you have to pay me back." - He jokes and you laugh. You wonder how your normal routine was disrupted by one person. You realize that maybe these two weeks will be the hardest in your life. Jungkook's strange offer, working on the project, and his annoying interest. Is this the horror you hope you'll withstand? Doesn't fate have anything else in store for you?

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youremyheaven · 9 months ago

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Krittika: The Tarzan Complex & Survival Strategies

TW: murder, rape, genocide, euthanasia, death, violence, misogyny

This is part 2 of my ongoing Krittika series. This research was commissioned by the wonderful, angelic and patient, @rscelestia-blog . Being commissioned to do nakshatra research by you guys makes me feel like I'm a renaissance artist and you guys are my Medici family ✨🥺🫶💛 I'm so grateful for it.

For this post, I wanted to look into how this nakshatra often manifests in men. Whenever I talk about how naks manifest irl, I am talking about a tendency not a rule. Astrology is not a perfect science and it is very much possible that someone could have these placements and not behave this way. Also there are hundreds of different tendencies for each nak, since every astrologer is a mere human being with limited knowledge, what they derive from their studies is perhaps only a handful of such possibilities. Therefore every nakshatra has vast room for interpretation.

All that said, I have often thought that Krittika men were a bit unrefined and mannerless for a long time. I think this broadly applies to Solar men in general because they're a "guy's guy". However, this observation was further cemented by an ask that I received a long time ago where an anon pointed out how many actors who have played Tarzan or Tarzan like characters have Krittika nakshatra.

I will be making a separate post about the 'feral child' trope and how its most acutely manifest in a different planetary type but for this post I want to focus on the 'uncivilized' nature of Krittika/Solar men.

I had mentioned in my previous Krittika post about how since Krittika nak follows Bharani where creation takes place, Krittika is about survival.

In fact, the theory of 'survival of the fittest' was put forward by another Solar man aka Charles Darwin, Uttarashadha Moon

The term was originally coined by Herbert Spencer, Ketu in Uttaraphalguni after reading Origin of the Species

Alfred Russel Wallace, whose own theory about the mechanics of evolution was almost identical to Darwin's, had a Solar stellium (Mercury & Venus in Uttarashadha and Jupiter in Krittika)

In Nazi Germany, they appropriated Darwin's "survival of the fittest" to eradicate anybody who wasn't Aryan or 'fit'. One of the key proponents of the same was an officer named Alfred Rosenberg, Uttarashadha Sun who was hanged to death after the war. He helped advance involuntary euthanasia to eliminate mentally ill and disabled individuals.

Now, lets go into Tarzan.

Tarzan is from an aristocratic British family and after losing his parents, he is adopted by the leader of the ape tribe, among whom he is raised. He later experiences civilization, rejects it and returns to the wild.

Many actors who have played Tarzan have either Solar influence or Venusian influence. In the 2 dozen actors who have played this character, the majority are Venusian tbh but I'll explore that more on a separate post about Venusian men. I think its interesting how different aspects of this character fit these two planetary types.

Here are some men who have played Tarzan

Johnny Weissmuller, Mercury and Venus in Krittika

He played Tarzan in 12 films and Jungle Jim in another dozen films and its TV adaptations as well.

Bruce Bennett, Krittika Sun (unrelated but i find this pic so funny lmao)

Tony Goldwyn- Krittika Sun and Venus (atmakaraka)

He voiced Tarzan in the 90s film

Tarzan has always been played by other Solar natives like:

Wolf Larson- Uttaraphalguni Moon

Alexander Skarsgaard- Uttaraphalguni Stellium

Now when we think of Tarzan, what do we most associate with him? He is a man who was raised in the jungle by apes since he was a baby, so he is "uncivilized" and by most standards "lacking manners", he is wild, messy, uncouth, improper and defies all kinds of social norms. We usually associate "mannerlessness" with belonging to perhaps a lower class in society but here is where Krittika and Solar men surprise us. They behave this way despite all that they have. They could be from immensely privileged backgrounds and still act like jungle freaks.

They lack social charisma, grace or "politeness". Tarzan is very independent because he was raised in the jungle where he had to learn how to fend for himself. Similarly, Solar individuals also tend to be very socially independent which means they're often not the best at interacting on a group level. In order to be sociable, you have to emotionally connect with others, Tarzan's early life is not something anybody else can connect to, even if he adopts a more "civilized" behaviour, he's still going to stand out because of how he's lived his life. Even if they're welcomed into and accepted by society, Solar individuals struggle to relate to and emotionally connect to them.

Sun naks are generally known for being a bit emotion-less but in Krittika this manifests in a very "each for himself/herself" mentality that ISNT self-serving. I would say Krittika natives are the least selfish and most service oriented of all the 3 Sun nakshatras. They know that its a dog eat dog world, so they almost have a tendency to be the one who does all the brunt work so that their loved ones can be spared of it?

I'll mention some examples of "mannerless" Krittika men now:

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Howard Stern, Uttarashada Sun Krittika Rising

This guy straight up is so RUDE and crass and vulgar with ALL of his guests????

Here is him talking to Matthew McConaughey about his father dying and Matt is no better in this clip either but like wtf?? who talks like that???

Lowkey Solar individuals LOVE to gossip and start shit between people.

Here is a compilation of him being creepy and disgusting to women on his show.

Dana Plato, the actress, committed suicide a day after appearing on his show in 1999. The humiliation she endured is said to have been her breaking point. Her son committed suicide on the 11th anniversary of her death.

When I tell you Solar men are emotionally abusive, either by being avoidant and ignoring you or by being condescending, patronising, openly mocking you and treating you like shit, BELIEVE ME.

Jordan Peterson- Krittika Rising

I dont know if I need to explain why Jordan is a mannerless misogynistic asshole.

Here are some remarks made by Kate Manne, a feminist expert, who critiqued Jordan's work:

"There’s an interesting moment in the book where Peterson talks about resentment as a “revelatory” emotion that can mean one of two things. One, you feel it because you’re immature, in which case you just need to buck up. Two, you feel resentment because you really are being oppressed or taken advantage of somehow. Your resentment shows you that something needs to change or that you need to assert yourself in relation to other people.

But there is clearly a third possibility. People often feel resentful because they appear, based on historically entrenched social norms, to be getting a bad bargain, when what’s actually happening is that others are getting a somewhat fairer deal. When you’re accustomed to unjust privilege, equality feels like oppression, as the saying goes." (link to the whole article)

This is such a classic example of the way Solar individuals think. They don't really think in terms of privilege, justice, fairness etc??? They just think you can work hard enough to erase all the other socio-economic-political barriers that make things harder for others?? This is of course until they've had first hand experience of difficulties of this sort lmao but they are naturally not wired to think too much, they're very simple minded, like Tarzan, that's why Sun is the most Yang of energies. Its a very action-goal oriented line of thought. They are almost incapable of thinking in abstract or trying to see things within the context and subtext in which it has occurred.

This is also why they are often very academically gifted. Naturally intelligent people struggle the most in school because their brains are not wired to endure the structure and mechanical system of learning that our education system enforces. Intelligence by definition necessitates that the person possessing it is capable of thinking unconventionally and that means finding the school environment really limiting or restrictive bc schools fr be killing the joy of learning.

Solar individuals thrive within these systems because they seldom, if ever, question the system itself, they just learn their material and write the exam. They do not think "unconventionally" or beyond the binary in any way. They accept what they learn to be true and they are more focused on working within the system to climb its ranks. If this is the system we're in, they want to be THE BEST in it and they will master all of its rules to work with it to beat it??

This is why all Solar naks are at the very top of the caste hierarchy, Krittika is a Brahmin nak whereas Uttaraphalguni & Uttarashadha are both Kshatriya naks

Solar individuals are lowkey one of the least empathetic types. I dont mean this to be harsh but they're not very emotionally intelligent and its really hard for them to read a room or intuitively pick up on how someone's feeling/what's on their mind. You reallyyyy need to spell things out for them. It does not come to them naturally to understand how others think or to put themselves in the shoes of others because for Solar individuals everything is kind of a competition and when its a battle of survival, you dont stop to think how your opponents are feeling? this is not to say that they're in "survival mode",, Solars are too unbothered to be in fight or flight 24/7, its just the Tarzan mindset tbh. If you're an animal in the jungle, the jungle is your home, you understand how it operates, how you must hunt or starve, you know what your odds are, you cant be here feeling too empathetic towards other creatures knowing full well that you have to hunt them down and eat them or otherwise starve yourself to death. Animals are comfortable, secure and chill in their habitat but they also understand the stakes so they're always survival minded? Because it truly is each for his/her own out there.

Mark Wahlberg- Krittika Stellium (Mercury, Venus AK and Saturn)

Wahlberg is an A class asshole. In the 80s he assaulted two elderly Vietnamese men and a group of black children all the while hurling racist abuses at them.

Here is a clip from one of his movies:

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I know its a film but this is for real how Solar men view the world. They see everything as a "conquest". (Tarzan mentality)

The simple minded Tarzan mentality is also why in the books and movies, Tarzan is unable to cope with civilization and returns to the jungle. The author said it's because Tarzan saw the world as too corrupt which is perhaps true but it's also because having lived in a jungle where the ruled are pretty simple and standard, being a member of society means adhering to many unspoken ruled and conventions. Solar individuals find it THE hardest to do so and when they're actual being true to themselves, they act like apes of the Howard Stern school.

Salvador Dali, Krittika Stellium (Sun, Mercury & Mars)

To make matters worse, he was UBP Moon (the influence of multiple malefic planets makes one more prone to being an asshole) and I have extensively covered his wrongdoings in my post about Saturnian men

However, for now I want to focus on how Dali was a Nazi sympathizer,

He was also obsessed with Hitler in a perverse way and apparently had homoerotic fantasies of him lmao??

He was once quoted as saying:

"I often dreamed of Hitler as a woman. His flesh, which I had imagined whiter than white, ravished me… There was no reason for me to stop telling one and all that to me Hitler embodied the perfect image of the great masochist who would unleash a world war solely for the pleasure of losing and burying himself beneath the rubble of an empire; the gratuitous action par excellence that should indeed have warranted the admiration of the Surrealists."

He was a big old fascist who also supported the Spanish dictator Franco which made Picasso stop talking to him for the rest of his life.

In 1975, when General Franco executed many people, hundreds and thousands of fascists gathered in support of Franco, chanting his name and making fascists salutes. When the world condemned this appalling act, Dali praised Franco and called him the “greatest hero of Spain.”

George Orwell, a strong critic of the fascist rule in Spain, despised Dali and wrote —

“During the Spanish Civil War, he astutely avoids taking sides and makes a trip to Italy. He feels himself more and more drawn towards the aristocracy, frequents smart salons, finds himself wealthy patrons, and is photographed with the plump Vicomte de Noailles, whom he describes as his ‘Maecenas.’”

Salvador Dali was nicknamed ávida dollars (“eager for dollars”) by his former surrealist friends for selling his consciousness and idealism for money and fame.

Average Solar behaviour

When I talk about Tarzan mentality, I'm referring to how lions dont feel remorse at the thought of killing deers. Its not in their nature to feel remorse. The hierarchy of the eco system is such that lions are predators and its their job to hunt. They are by biological design, carnivores. Its a bit sickening to think of how like animals, who have no choice but to be brutal to survive, Solar individuals often have this ruthless ambition to do absolutely anything to get ahead in life. The world we live in, is a capitalist, patriarchal world and the people who thrive in it are ones who are willing to overlook or dont see the faults in the system at all.

The ones who sit at the very top of the pyramid did not get there by being compassionate angels. 3/4 Brahmin caste naks are "ugra" or violent nakshatras, Krittika is the exception, as it is a "mishra" nakshatra (mishra means "mixed"). The ones at the very top are the most brutal and fierce. There is no other way to get to the top in this world.

Carrie Fisher, Krittika Moon

The singer James Blunt (Shatabhisha stellium) who was besties with Carrie, wrote in his memoir:

“I was closer to Carrie than almost anyone else in the world, except my wife. She told me which girlfriends weren’t suitable, was the first person I told when I met my wife, and we chose engagement rings for her together.

She also knew where every unmarked grave of mine lay and where every guilt stemmed from. She was complicit too. When I arrived home one morning with a love bite on my neck, and my girlfriend of the moment about to arrive, Carrie grabbed her 16-year-old daughter and gave her a love bite as well.

Then Carrie summoned me over, offering her own neck, and told me to give her a love bite. When the girlfriend arrived, we all had love bites.

There was also an issue with drugs. Carrie had long been open about her addiction, but at some point it was obvious enough to be of concern.

I stood many times at the foot of her bed at 3am listening to the laboured breathing of someone sounding close to death on heavy medication. Not long before she died, I asked her to be godmother to my son, telling her that I wanted her to take care of herself so that he might know her when he grew up.

Charlie, her best friend, confronted her more directly and told her she needed to quit drugs, but was ostracised by her as a result. I took a different approach and did them with her, pretending to myself that I would guide her to redemption one day – just not today.

The lies we tell ourselves are the hardest to forgive. As a result, her daughter Billie blames me in part for her death, and no longer speaks to me. They buried Carrie’s ashes in a giant ceramic Prozac pill. You can see a picture of it on the CD disc of my first album. There are only two of them in the world, and the other one is my most treasured possession.”

Krittika being a "mishra" or mixed nak means that its just as capable of being tender as it is of being destructive. There are only 2 mishra naks. The other one is Vishaka.

Carrie took James in before he had even made his debut and he lived with her and recorded the songs of his first album in her house. They had a long lasting friendship, all of this points to the kind, nurturing, almost maternal nature of Krittika but the other behaviour he mentioned, including the love bite giving lmao?? Krittika is a Solar nak and they wouldnt be who they are if they weren't competitive for no reason lol and ostracizing people who mean well??? Solarcore AF

I assure you trying to give advice to a Solar is pointless because like the Sun, they too are blinded by their own light, they see nothing, they comprehend nothing except their own projections. Plato's allegory of the cave was about Solars, I swear lmao. The truth can be very very obvious to absolutely everybody else but a Solar WILL NOT SEE IT

They embody this meme:

They're very low on emotional intelligence tbh. You could tell a Solar that someone almost murdered you and they'd be like "oh he's not very nice, is he?" 😭😭😭 I think it's also part of their simple minded Tarzan thinking. They take everything at face value and are straightforward to a fault. They just don't know or understand how crooked people can be.

I have Krittika Moon friend who is dating a Hasta Moon man (Solar x Lunar couples 🤧) and he was disgusting to me IN FRONT OF HER and he's been nasty af to many other women we all know and she wasn't his girlfriend at the time. But even after she knew all of this, she went on to date him and now they've been together for over a year lmao 🤮🤢🤮

They do not see the faults with themselves or with people they love. They live in a bubble of delulu and completely believe that all that glitters IS GOLD. They can be soooo naive, its insane. Theyre naive girls in bad bitch packaging.

Solar individuals struggle more than any other type to understand that things are not always black and white and that real life is veryyy complicated because people are complicated. In the jungle, such abstractions do not exist, things are very black and white, you can easily arrive at solutions by thinking in a very binary way. Sun nakshatras are focused on survival and this mentality warps their mindset from perceiving things in a more complex and nuanced way.

I want to emphasize once more that survival mentality is NOT being in flight/fight mode,, its more so about operating from a place of maximum efficiency and cutting out all the unnecessary bullshit. But being in survival mode is not living. We are not animals and there is more to life than just...surviving.. and thriving..

Solar individuals are the type for whom every kind of experience is a status symbol of some sort. Be it being desired, succeeding at school/work, making x amount of money, they dgaf about "enjoying" things, they are absolutely not the "stop to smell the roses" type, they want to be like the people who they envy or look up to, they want all those markers of success. Ask them about their motivations and you'll seldom hear of an emotional one.

They're mostly driven by a need to do well in life just because. We live in a world where money is king, and where certain things are conventional indicators of success and even if they have absolutely no desire for a certain kind of house, or car or brand or relationship, they do not want to be perceived as someone who is incapable of having it???? so they work hard to get it?? They get it for show, basically.

There is a reason why the ONLY nak without a yoni consort is a Solar nakshatra (Uttarashada). The height of Solar energy is such that its truly each for his/her own, no partners whatsoever.

Jack London, Uttarashadha Sun

He wrote books like a The Call of the Wild and numerous other adventure stories which are all about surviving in the wild by yourself lol

Its funny how literally the themes of certain naks and planetary influences are made manifest

Richard Gadd- Krittika Sun and Venus

He is the star and maker of Baby Reindeer, which, if you really think about it, is a survival story. You have got to ask yourself is someone subject you to brutal stalking of the kind Gadd was subject to, would you spend YEARS of your career performing and reliving it? There could be many reasons why he chose to do so and many have found it highly problematic how a man whose privacy was so brutally invaded for so long would do so little to properly hide the identities of the real people he's talking about (his stalker was found out by netizens and she's been receiving death threats etc).

I feel like it points to the nature of the Sun. They will have the last word always and even when they're losing, they'll drag you down with them. But beyond that, I feel like it points to the ambition and tenacity of Krittika and their sheer will power.

Pitbull, Uttarashadha Sun, Krittika Moon & Rising

His life story is extremely Solar

The "American dream" tbh is a very Yang one and a very Solar one

He was born in USA to immigrant parents.His family has a history of fighting against the Castro regime in Cuba. When he was three, he could recite the works of Cuban national hero and poet José Martí in Spanish. He learned English by watching Sesame Street as a child. His father was largely absent from his childhood; his parents separated when he was young, and he was raised mostly by his mother, later stating: "my mom is my father and my mother." He briefly stayed with a foster family in Roswell, Georgia. His parents struggled with substance abuse; as a teenager, he was also involved with drug use and dealing, which eventually led to him getting kicked out of the family house.

Divorce, war, natural calamities, destruction of any kind is veryyy common for people born under Krittika, Ardra, Uttarashadha, Jyeshta, Ashlesha nakshatras.

Pitbull's parents were separated, they fled Cuba, he was kicked out and was literally left to fend for himself.

He said he chose his stage name of Pitbull because the dogs "bite to lock. The dog is too stupid to lose. And they're outlawed in Dade County. They're basically everything that I am. It's been a constant fight". Literally so Solarcoded??

I'll end this post here, I have more posts to come about Krittika and Solar naks so stay tuned. I hope this was insightful

I am sooooo sorry that I have been soooo slow with my uploads lately,, I just have a lot on my plate atm 😭😭😭I am going to try my best to be more consistent cause I want to finish this series asap as I have several other pending posts to make UGHH

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Imagine demanding Luis to unlock your chains. When he doesn’t, you take matters into your own hands.

A/N: DID SOMEONE SAY PART 2 OF THIS PIECE?!

You did and I’m grateful for all the love that has been thrown for my work. So here’s me giving some of that love back. Hope you enjoy 🙏

Warning: SMUT AHEAD. Look away, minors! Look away! Avert your eyes from the sexual content! Shoo! Begone!

Warning 2: It’s quite long so mentally prepare yourself.

“I still didn’t catch your name.”

The cheek on this guy. Using the fact that he holds the key to your restraints as a bargaining chip to become familiar with you. As if he hadn’t just forced you into a partnership with him already. The absolute nerve. You had more important things to do, such as finding Leon and the president’s daughter. And this Luis Serra was effectively wasting your precious time. Well, two can play this game.

You start by offering him an inviting smile before relaxing your hands until your palms pressed flat against his chest. The man didn’t seem to fully register your subtle movement until you slid them upwards, feeling the fine leather beneath your fingertips. The motion takes him by surprise, his eyes following your touch. He then casts an inquisitive glance your way.

“¿Que haces?” Apparently he wasn’t expecting this, convinced that you didn’t much care for him and thus was taken so off guard that he slipped into his native tongue. He must have remembered himself right after as he repeated the question, making sure that it sounded more direct. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like?” Voice comes out in a low, sultry drawl as you grip the lapel of his jacket with one hand, gently tugging at the material. “I’m about to give you what you want. But I’m going to need you to come closer.”

Once you were certain that you had his complete attention while also making sure that you didn’t lose yourself in the mesmerizing grey of his eyes, you make your move. With your other hand, as best as the chains allowed, you reach for the key that was lodged in the lock of your chains. Disguising your intention, you run your fingers down the expanse of his chest in an explorative manner. This earned an appreciative hum from the Spaniard as he leans his head towards you expectantly.

Too easy.

Mindful not to look down between you two so as to not give yourself away, you lean in as well while also blindly searching for the key. “My name is…” you whisper. His bated breath mingles with yours, the lids of his eyes heavy, grey growing dark in anticipation. Another inch from either one of you and the gap will close. Just as your fingertips touched the end of the key, something warm firmly grips your hand. A sudden chill runs down your spine.

You can hear the reverb of something between a scoff and a chuckle come from Luis’ lips. “Nice try,” he smirks knowingly.

With a strength that catches you off guard, he pushes you away from him. Key in hand. He flaunts the tiny piece of metal before swinging his arm as if he was making a play to toss it aside. In your panic, you jump towards him, shoving him off balance with your shoulder. He breaks your fall as you two tumble down together.

The man curses in Spanish from the sudden pain and you took advantage of this by quickly searching for the key. You spot it a bit of a ways above Luis’ head and use both bound hands to reach for it once more. The chain that links your wrists together are caught by a familiar hand and suddenly pulled down until your hands were restrained between your two bodies once more. You sigh in frustration and the man beneath you clicks his tongue against his teeth.

There is an amused glimmer in his gaze as he speaks. “The stubborn-type, eh? All this trouble over a name.”

You in turn throw him an annoyed glare. “I was going to say the same about you.”

Instead of showing offense, he laughs. “Perhaps we’re more alike than you might think.”

Rather than entertain him further, you try to wrestle against his hold. Luis seemed prepared for it this time, matching your strength, only he had the advantage as he had free reign of his arms and hands. One hand kept your chained hands between your chests, the other gripped at the bicep of your arm, effectively minimizing upper body movement. Out of instinct, you rebelliously wriggle with your hips and legs with the sole focus of getting off of him. However, the man’s longer limbs kept you caged against him and the only thing you managed to do was awkwardly seat your bottom on him, knees bent by his sides.

When you grounded down in your struggle, the man tensed below you. Thinking you have finally one-up him, you repeated the action and noticed he wasn’t nearly putting up as good a fight as he did before. This allowed you to sit upright, dragging his hand with you until his arm extended slightly, and you continued your efforts to be free of him.

Luis’ breath became labored. “Stop.” he commands with gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. When you didn’t listen to him, he moved his other hand from your arm to your hip, squeezing harshly in warning.

“¡Basta! Stop moving!” he growls.

You bark back defiantly, “I’ll get off when you let me get the fuckin-“

That’s when you felt it. Or rather- him. A hardness pressed beneath your nether region. Despite the layers of fabric, there was no mistaking the telling throbbing pushing up against you as if demanding your attention below.

Your throat runs dry but your brain kept sending signals to your mouth. “Ar…. Are you-“

“Sí.” the man had a pained, conflicted look about him, a picture of breathtaking self-control as he kept his body completely still. His eyes didn’t meet yours, gaze locked upon where your hips met as if to keep himself in check and not allow his body’s desires to act out untowardly.

“Surely you know how the human body works,” he tries to sound clinical, face strained in vague distress, “and will not fault me for the involuntary reactions of mine. It already doesn’t help that you’re easy on the eyes.”

You should be chastising him for getting excited when it was neither the time or place and danger was surely around the corner, but bit your lip at your own wave of pleasure upon feeling his arousal pulse. A totally different kind of heat washes over you.

What do you do now?

Neither of you spoke for a moment, a tense silence settling in until Luis breaks it with a forced cough.

“Well, this is- uh, fun.” he says without humor. “Pero, perhaps we can call it even and stop the game here. ¿Sí?”

His words went in one ear and out the other. You were frustrated beyond belief. Fueled by adrenaline and temptation. There was no one around. And you have an impossibly handsome Spanish man between your legs with a hard-on for you.

When you didn’t answer, he spoke up again. “As much as I like this position, I must regrettably ask that you- Whoa!”

As best as you could, you shoot your bound hands straight up in the air. As he still had a grip on the chain link, Luis was dragged upright into a seated position from the floor and his face stopped right in front of yours. The movement caused friction in both of your sensitive areas, mouths could do nothing to stop the groans that escaped them. His eyes open to your heated gaze, confusion and desire swirling in the grey irises.

You breathe, “You talk too much, Luis Serra.”

And it was you who closed the distance. Teeth and tongue clashed in a new battle filled with pent-up energy and lust. Your mind quickly becomes hazy as you allowed yourself to be consumed in his emanating heat and musky scent. A nip at his bottom lip earned you an enthusiastic thrust of his hips, an appreciative squeeze at your bottom rewarded him with a carnal moan from your mouth. The only time you pulled back was for air and the man before you glances between your dazed eyes and bruised lips, hypnotized by your already ruined appearance.

“Are we, uh, still playing the same game?” His question nearly disarms you. You have a feeling he was really asking if you were of sound of mind about this. Your eyes roll reflexively.

“Really going to keep running your mouth?” You then follow up with a roll of your hips, the Spaniard throws his head back with a deep, guttural groan. Dark wavy locks brush against his cheekbones, eyes shut closed. With his thick neck exposed, you steal kisses along his sensitive pulse and stubbled jaw. Another primal groan vibrates from his throat.

“Eres muy mala.” Luis grumbles without a hint of disdain. Rather, when you finally pull back to allow him to look at you, you find him wearing that familiar cocky smirk. “But I must admit, I’m kind of into it.”

A charmer through and through this man is. His next move takes you by surprise.

He shoves you off of him.

As soon as you recover from your initial shock, the dark-haired man grabs you by the chain again and drags you to the far end of the room, further away from the key and exit. Using his strength and your own momentum against you, Luis tosses you forward. Your upper body lands right on top of a wide metal table propped against the dingy concrete wall.

He takes advantage of your momentary state of confusion by forcing your arms to extend towards the wall. It wasn’t until you heard the unmistakable click of metal did you fully regain your senses and look up to see what he did. The arrogant man used one of the wall mounts to lock your chains taut in place. He literally chained your chains. You’re caught in a trap again!

Just as you were about to curse him out, you feel something hard press firmly against your bottom followed by a pair of warm hands settling at your hips and the heat you didn’t realize you were missing came back in throes. You almost wanted to point out how unfair the shift in dynamic was, but all coherent thoughts were thrown out the window when he started grinding into you.

“There,” Luis hums at your apparent silence, “much better.”

Damn him. And he had the gall to say you were bad.

His movements were slow and methodical, like he was testing the waters to see if you were actually fine with this. Your pleased sighs were the signs he needed to continue and go beyond. Next, you feel his curious hands rubbing at your sides over your shirt before he lifts it enough to slip them beneath the fabric. Feeling his skin on yours sent chills throughout your body. His touch wanders, palming at your every curve, line, and muscle and you melted into his hands, encouraging his exploration.

The temperature in the room was becoming unbearably hot. As if hearing this thought, you were pulled up by your torso as far as the chains would allow and felt your back meet his chest. Now, his hardness was at your lower back and you purposefully melded your backside against his straining cock, mentally drawing the length of him. Needless to say, without even seeing it, you were impressed by his size. The man didn’t carry himself confidently without warrant. A soft, almost adoring kiss upon the shell of your ear pulls you from your shameless thoughts.

He whispers hoarsely, “My friend, are you particularly fond of this shirt?”

“What?” you manage to choke out. “Why are you aski-”

The sound of tearing answered your question before you can finish it. Tattered fabric scatters around your feet and the air within the room suddenly felt like soft caresses on your bare torso.

“You didn’t even let me answer!” Your voice sounded more excited than annoyed.

“Lo siento. You were too slow.” Luis presses another chaste kiss to the side of your head. However, you can practically feel his wicked grin. “And frankly, are much too sexy for clothing, anyways.”

Damn, this man was making you feel things.

Despite your skin now bare against the elements, it did little to alleviate the heat building within you. It only amplified when his hands returned to your form, making a slow, sinful journey from your stomach to your upper chest. The pad of his fingers push upon the sensitive buds of your nipples, earning a wanton gasp from your lips. His hips jerk forward at the sound you made, his erection pulsing against your ass, sparking tiny, wonderful jolts of electricity within you. The sensations were making your toes curl.

One hand sneaks back down, his thumb finding it’s way under the hem of your jeans and underwear. His reach teases towards your sensitive spot and you bite your lip in anticipation, wanting so badly for him to touch you where you need him to but your mind too much of a mess to voice it into proper words.

“Mírate,” his warm breath fans against your ear in hoarse, gentle whispers. “Promixa vez… Te quiero llevar a la cama.”

You only manage to translate “Next time…” until the synapses in your brain fire all at once when his fingers began to toy your sex without warning. When his skillful hand deftly undid your jeans, you didn’t know, but at the moment, you didn’t care.

Holy hell. This guy was playing your body like a fine-tuned instrument and your voice eagerly sounded to his ministrations. Your moans and gasps music to his ears. The coil in the pit of your stomach was tightening to the point of snapping as his hand quickened the pace upon your bundle of nerves. He was stroking you graciously while also harshly grinding you into the edge of the table from behind. Your voice was reaching greater heights from the onslaught of overwhelming sensations.

“Last chance, my friend.” Luis growls, barely reigning in his instinct to simply bend you over and have his way with you. “Are we still playing the same game?”

The same question echoes. He asks one thing but really means another. This dashing, infuriating man is asking you if you want to go all the way, past the point of no return. Luis Serra is a stranger. Yet he had the sense and consideration to weigh your feelings in the matter, giving you an choice to opt out even though it would have been so easy to let it lie and let your baser instincts take over. It was almost romantic in a way. You didn’t have to think twice about this.

“Either you fuck me now,” you pant, chains clinking around your wrists, “or I’ll find my way out of these and fuck you myself.”

Luis chuckles lowly in intrigue. “¿Prometes?”

He makes quick work on the rest of your clothing, letting your pants and underwear fall at your ankles. He helps guide you completely out of them. It was probably a strange sight. You completely exposed while he was completely clothed. The only bits of him you can hear rustling is the buckle of his belt and the zipper of his pants coming undone. You were starting to shiver from anxious chills until you felt an arm wrap around you assuringly.

A patient hand gently fingers your entrance, preparing your body for something larger. You eventually move along rhythm of his fingers, goading him to take it to the next level and he acquiesces to your silent request. The heavy heat of his cock that was poking between the gap of your thighs move upwards. Your body instinctively tenses when the head of his member prods against your opening. Luis’ lips pressed against your temple in comfort and finally, finally, he slowly sinks into you. You gasp and he curses.

No amount of foreplay could have prepared you for him. Not all the way in and already you felt so full of him, his cock throbbing against every sensitive nerve inside of you. You whimper in both pain and pleasure and Luis tends to you by wrapping his arms around your middle, planting more kisses along the side of your head right behind your ear.

“Estoy aquí, ángel. Té tengo.”

Like the gentleman he portrays himself to be, he waits for you to relax around him. With great self-control, he pumps into you slowly with a tenderness that could bring tears to your eyes. The initial discomfort soon faded and was replaced by wonderful bouts of sensual ecstasy that has you gasping. Luis keeps up the pace with gusto, nearly pulling all the way out and slamming back into you. The pressure he was piling inside you with every thrust has you screaming to the point that you can feel your voice growing hoarse. Meanwhile, you can hear him moaning his praises for you in his birth tongue. This man wasn’t just talking himself a big game. He knows what he’s doing, fueling his pleasure by ensuring your own. And he was making certain that you chased yours fast.

He pulls out and you involuntarily whimper at the loss of contact. You weren’t left alone for long as he lifts you to lay on your side on the table, your hands forced to rise above your head at this new position. Luis grabs a hold of one of your legs and bends it at the knee over his shoulder, entering your heat once more. Your blood boils fiercely at this new angle, you can see him and everything he was doing to you. And he can see you’re practically rendered speechless with every powerful thrust. At this rate, you weren’t going to last. The fluttering inside your core now popping like firecrackers.

Sweat pours down his handsome face, pupils dilated black with desire for you. “¿Cómo te llamas, ángel? Tell me. And I’ll give you what you want.”

He’s asking for your name again. The catalyst behind this whole affair. “Really bent on that, aren’t you?” you manage to pant out, your lungs barely keeping up with each strong snap of his hips.

“I wasn’t at first, only wanted to tease you.” He groans, his voice finding difficulty to stay level when he’s fucking into you without abandon. “But now- ah! I really want to know. I want to call out your name. ¡Joder! Let me call out your name, mi amor.”

The way he was begging tugged at you deep. Your name was on the edge of your tongue, but your heart was gripped with fear. Fear that if you so much as uttered what he’s asking of you, the spell would be broken and you’d be left unsatisfied. This felt too damn good to risk ruin with sentimentality. So you did what you have been doing best. Prevaricate. And make him want you more.

“Uncuff me. And I’ll tell you anything. Anything you want.”

You feel the vibrations of a laugh rumble deep from his chest.

“Eres tan… ¡Mierda!”

Like a cord finally snapping, the dam breaks and everything building inside spills out with a long, final cry of ecstasy. Stars dotted your vision, for a moment you forgot to breathe as you feel yourself unraveling. Within, you feel him cumming inside as well. Liquid hot ropes painting your insides, leaving you quivering uncontrollably. His hips slow to an eventual stop, his voice coming out in soft, satisfied sighs.

Slowly letting your leg down, Luis pulls himself out and hovers over you, hands flat beside your head. The man peppers your back and shoulders with soft nips and kisses. His stubble makes slow, sensual scratches along your skin as he reaches up to the flesh of your ear, biting onto the lobe affectionately. You turn your head to meet his lips with yours, noting how wonderful his kisses feel. He pulls away slightly to study you intently, varying emotions flashing over his eyes.

“Now,” he started, “about that name.”

Back at this again. You had to admire the man for his tenacity. “Told you already,” you huff once your breath returned to you, tugging at the chains around your wrist. “Remove these cuffs and I’ll think about it.”

His voice cracks in disbelief, “That was not what you said- ¿En serio? After all of that?”

“You’re more than welcome to keep working for it.” The words left your lips before you can stop them and an amused groan escapes from Luis’ own, sending another sinful heat to flow down your core.

“Eres muy mala.” He sighs with a shake of his head. There was no hint of annoyance in his husky tone, a devilish smirk plastered on his face. “Hanging with you- not healthy.”

“Right back at ya.” The remark earned a swift smack on your ass. You almost yelp out of reflex and shifted your eyes to glare at him.

The way he looked at you, however, tells you that he wasn’t against the idea of going again. And truthfully, you were all for it. Luis leans over to capture your lips once more, sweet and filled with promise, while his hand began to wander your body mischievously. The familiar tingle of heat starts to boil inside-

The alarming sound of inhuman groans down the hall jolts you two from your intimate high. Spell broken and you fully take in your nakedness in this increasingly dire situation.

“Get these chains off, Luis!”

“¡Sí, sí! Right away!”

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lunarcrystaldraws · 4 months ago

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AxoBill (Bill Cipher x The Axolotl) Personal Headcannons cuz I’m am obsessed with these goobers.

TW// Self Harm mention. Lots of angst too.

(This list is subject to grow and change a lot lol just like you and I.)

Bill Cipher (He/They/It)

(Figuring out his real gender would take too much paperwork.)

Fluff:

Would never admit out loud, but he likes to be embraced. It makes him feel more in control of his thoughts and emotions.

“Yeah! I wooed The Frilly Guy Upstairs with my unfathomable charisma and my unique sense of humor! B)”

Was pleasantly surprised at Ax’s sense of humor. The first time they laughed at one of his weird jokes, the sound of their laughter… caught him off guard… and he wanted to hear it more.

He used to call them “Frills” or “Axxy” in a condescending way, but now calls them that affectionately.

Loves to look at Ax’s starry eyes.

He used to find Ax's voice terrifying at first, but soothing later on.

Angst:

He genuinely thought Ax was going to either let him die or revive him just to kill him again. He believes he is unredeemable, and that Ax made a mistake by saving him and letting him live.

Bill doesn't know of Ax’s dark past. Everything involving that time happened before he was even born. As far as he knows, Ax has always been this goody-two-shoes, preachy know-it-all since the beginning.

Prone to self harm when stressed (Ripping out eyelashes, and damaging his eyelids via, scratching, picking, pulling, etc.)

After an especially bad episode, he is uncomfortable by the sight of his own reflection.

Genuinely has no idea how or why The Axolotl fell in love with his headass. He thought at first that Ax was playing a cruel joke on him.

Bill is just extremely cynical. (He is working on it.)

The Axolotl (Any Pronouns)

(Genderless cuz... why would god itself be tied down to the tight constrains of binary gender 'n shit???)

Fluff:

Very physically affectionate and gentle. Likes to hold Bill and to be held.

The only being in the universe patient enough to put up with Bill’s bullshit and witness his healing journey.

The only being in the universe that can see past all of Bill’s lies, bluffs, and manipulation attempts.

“Seriously! What do you even see in that guy?” “He makes me laugh!”

Has a weird sense of humor somewhat similar to Bill’s that could be considered “uncharacteristic” of them.

Calls Bill star-based nicknames. Ex: “My Star,” “My Starlight.”

During their time as “Frilliam,” they witnessed first-hand humanity’s capability to love and cherish an animal companion, especially one that is a gift from a loved one. They think back fondly to their time under Stanford Pines’ care.

Angst:

Is upset by the fact that Bill was terrified of them. Ax doesn’t want to be seen as terrifying at all.

When their chest is exposed in the air, they wrap their arms around it by habit. They have a visceral reaction if someone touches their chest or tries to restrain their limbs.

Understands Bill’s pain quite well.

A very long time ago, they cried so hard, their eyes fell out. They regenerated after.

May or may not has erased their own memories a few times before.

Wants to tell Bill of their past, but doesn’t know if they should.

Had a twin and Had someone they loved dearly. Someone they used to call “Their little bunny.” Ax would do anything to hold them again, even if just one last time. A time wish cannot bring them back.

Bill’s humor and his more harmless shenanigans reminds them of “Their Bunny.”

Their name is actually pronounced a-sho-loht, but they’d rather separate themselves from that name.

Cosmic Immortality… (See: Sucker For Love 2)

Extras:

Bill’s petty insults do not upset Ax. They have better shit to worry about lol.

Ax can speak every language. Their native tongue is Nahuatl but written in the theraprism’s cryptogram alphabet. (Idk what that specific cryptogram is called smh.)

Ax wouldn’t speak Bill’s native tongue (the color code) in front of him.

Bill’s and Ax’s encounter after his deletion was… emotionally charged, specially for Bill.

Ax’s voice is similar to Satan’s from Adventures of Mark Twain, but less sinister sounding. A male and a female voice overlapping each other, so gender ✨️

Ax was unaware of a lot of the things that went on the Therapism. Something or someone found a loophole to The Axolotl’s all seeing eyes.

Ax does NOT like their gills being touched at all. Bill learnt that the hard way.

Ax can also read people's minds but avoids to do so. They find it distasteful. (They still detect lies all the time though.)

@ ing people who need some nourishment lol.

@skyiiskyii @vimzu @bluecroc29

/hj /Ref sorta

I totally did NOT edit this picture after i posted this cringe ❤️

#gravity falls #the book of bill #bill cipher #the axolotl #axobill #frilled triangle #frilliam #bill x axolotl #bill cipher x axolotl #axolotl x bill #i am so normal #Yes this is shipping #like romantically #gravity falls stanford #he gets mentioned one time here lmao #GFBinaryStarsAU

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kakiastro · 11 months ago

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Venus Series pt 2: Taurus

Cillian has a Venus Taurus 27°

Venus is at home here so these natives express Venus energy effortlessly.

- they are natural beauties. They may have smooth skin or there’s a glow to them, especially their hair. Is it just me, or do a lot of these natives have curly or wavy hair? Very attractive voices, may love or have the ability to sing.

-they love having expensive or nice things. This can play out as being materialistic but I seen people who live minimalistic lifestyles but still have nice or decent things.

- may come from a family that had a heavy focus on finances, the women in their life may love to shop for their family. The native may love to shop and buy things for their family. A lot of these natives may have had parents who opened a bank account in their name at an early age. They learned the value of money at an early age.

- I know this is going to sound stereotypical but there’s some truth to it. These natives love their comfort food and relaxing. I’m not saying they’re lazy(even though you can be) but these people love peace and quiet. If not quiet then surrounded by loving people. Think of Venus in her purest form, that’s these native.

-they’ll never admit this but these natives can most definitely be possessive with their partners. Not always in a creepy or toxic way but it goes back to that wanting peace so if you bring that energy in their life, they will want you around forever. They deeply crave intimacy on a soul level but it manifest for them as buying you something that has a deep meaning to them or symbolic to yall relationship. I also notice a lot of these natives marry or settle down at a young age. They’re not the type to hope from person- person. They’ll choose a person they could spend their life with, and if it doesn’t workout then they’ll be single for a long while before hopping into another serious relationship. They also know from the get go if they want to be with that person, it’s like an intuitive feeling they get(probably due to Aries 12h), you’ll know if a Taurus wants you.

-music is another favorite thing they love. They may have a very few artist that their “die hard fans” of but they’ll listen to anything.

-may be interested in fashion/beauty, music, acting, money, culinary, dance, forestry careers

-they can be stubborn and definitely take their time if it’s something they really don’t care for, encourage them with their favorite food😅I kid! Sort of…

-I don’t know if it’s just me but I noticed you guys have a slow swag walk. Like imagine those movies where camera is slowed up when the main character is walking slowly after he beat the bad guy up. Yall know what I’m taking about right?😅thats how yall walk for real but it’s attractive.

- beautiful homes as well, it might look like a art museum in their house

Keep in mind that this is just a single placement, aspects to it influence the energy!

#astrology #astrology community #knowledge #love astrology #astro observations #advanced astrology #birth chart #kakiastro #tropical astrology #venus astrology #Venus series by kakisastro

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sacchiri · 1 year ago

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I recently bought the jp volumes of Hellsing along with the guidebook, and since I'm reading the series in its native language for the first time I might as well share some random things that stood out to me in no particular order.

This isn't meant to be an analysis of translation differences, I'm too lazy for that. Also it's been 12 years since I've watched the anime and read the low quality fan scans of the manga so some of these comments are just "Lol, forgot this was a thing"

Volume 1

... I really want to know who this guy is at the beginning, yelling at Alucard in overly familiar language to "Get your shit together!" and "You're the only one we can count on!!". We know from the style of speech that it's a dude, probably just some Hellsing rando, and maybe it's not all that strange since he has probably been working with the same soldiers for years--but it's still funny.

"I know, it's just so nice out :("

..The way "HELLSING Organization" is spelled out like this reminds me that apparently the name is supposed to be an acronym. No really.

...

God they're so silly.

Now that I think about it, the only thing Seras has done this chapter since being turned into a vampire is say "I'm sorry" over and over.... girl you got shot in the lung, why are you apologizing

Not a huge difference, but what Integra actually says here is "Leaving a corpse here for 20 years... You're a terrible person too, Father" and not "What were you thinking, Father?" as the Dark Horse translation suggests (note the lack of question mark in the raw version). I thought that might be of interest to some.

Something else I thought was interesting is the first line Alucard ever says to Integra, and how uncharacteristically polite he sounds.

O-kega wa gozaimasenka- That's two honorific 御's back to back! (He even said them in kanji, even Walter isn’t that straightlaced and he’s literally the butler.) This is also the only time Alucard uses this overly flowery gentlemanly language with her, and good thing too because it would be so annoying if he spent the whole manga ending his sentences with ~gozaimasu.

What I'm trying to get at is, after seeing this sentence in the Japanese version, I'm like 100% sure he actually heard her when she was mumbling to herself about hoping to find a knight in shining armor, and he was totally going the extra mile in playing into that role for their first encounter. Which is kind of sweet.

Lol they misspelled Alucard on the top left... or rather, they incorrectly spelled it right?

One would normally expect Alucard to be written アルカード, and indeed pixiv dict lists アーカード as a misspelling (the u sound is weak in Japanese, so it's easy to mishear arukādo as ākādo). Hirano was definitely aware of the correct spelling though, since he used it in the pilot chapter and in his old character sheets. It was only when the manga officially began that he switched to the アーカード spelling. I doubt it was because of copyright issues because there is already a long precedent of vampire characters named アルカード in various old manga, OVA, and games in Japan that have coexisted without issue (like this guy Hirano mentions in volume 1's afterword).

Most likely Hirano simply thought it looked better, or was a means of differentiating his character from the others somehow. It certainly makes life easier for Japanese fans searching for fanart since アーカード is only going to bring up Hellsing and not the Castlevania character.

Jan Valentine even pokes fun at the spelling discrepancy later in volume 2, but since there wasn't a good way of expressing this in English it was left untranslated.

(Speaking of spelling inconsistencies, there's a lot of minor details I'm noticing now, like half the time the furigana for 吸血鬼 is written バンパイア and the other half it's ヴァンパイア... anyway)

Um, just noticed literally everyone's wearing glasses What should I do

Hirano's habit of jotting random comments underneath his panels is one of the underrated perks of reading the manga

The Dark Horse translation almost makes it sound like she's looking forward to seeing this battle play out, while in the Japanese she simply sounds apprehensive. Almost as if she's worried about them? And she's going out on the field personally to make sure nothing bad happens? Aww

Ok this is a weird tangent, but I just noticed the scans of the Dark Horse version I've been looking at use a slightly larger image range than the Japanese version does. It was only noticeable when I got to this part:

The second image is what the Japanese version of the scan looks like and I can confirm that this is what it looks like in my physical volume as well. You shouldn't be seeing the messy borders of the inking on the bottom like that.

Manga manuscripts are set up so that there are a few millimeters of bleed border around each page. You're supposed to color and line all the way up to (4) while keeping in mind that printing and paper cutting may result in the image being trimmed up to (3).

Either Hirano didn't color his lines all the way to (4) (this man has been drawing manga for years but this is Hirano we're talking about so it's very possible), or Dark Horse didn't honor the original bleed borders of the manuscript. I'm kind of leaning towards the former since there was a Hellsing exhibit in Japan a few years back where you could look at Hirano's original manuscripts and there's one where you can clearly see that he spilled a mug of tea or coffee across the entire page

Anyway, it's weird, and I'm curious to see if someone that owns a physical copy in English can confirm whether theirs actually looks like that. It's volume 1, page 141.

#hellsing #integra hellsing #alucard #seras victoria #i'm too lazy to do this for all the volumes #unless someone REALLY wants to see them for some reason but i doubt it

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houseofafton · 3 months ago

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The Detective & the Bunny

William Afton x F!Reader

Hi guys! I just started a little fanfiction :D i will split it in parts, so this is part 1!

Fyi: This is my first fanfiction and english is not my native language! Excuse any typos and mistakes, thank u!

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TW: fighting, mentions of blood, general violence, weapons, wounds, curse words

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ

Part 1

You are a detective who got the mission to find out what happened to the missing children in Freddy‘s Pizzeria. You put two guns and 2 knifes in you holster, starting the engine of your car.

Driving on the empty street, you think about the suspect, William Afton. At a red light, you take a quick look at his picture again. The dark look in his eyes send shivers down your spine. You gulp. Usually you are fearless, but this time you feel a weird tightening in your chest. After a while you arrive at the Pizzeria.

You leave the car and put on your black coat. „Take a deep breath, y/n“ you say to yourself in your head. You open the door and enter the dark Pizzeria. Taking small and quiet steps, you encounter a red handle. You pull it down and suddendly the lights go on. „Finally, some light…“

You investigate the Restaurant as you hear some strange noises and a deep breathing. Slowly turning around, your eyes turn to a tall shape.

„Looks like i got a visitor…“ the man says. It was William. William Afton. The suspect you were hunting for. He approaches you with a sinister smile on his face. You take out your gun and point it towards him. „FBI, Detective y/n y/l/n, don‘t come any closer to me“ you hiss.

Afton just laughs. He starts to play with his long, sharp knife. „How cute… a gun! That little thing doesn‘t make me afraid.“ he answers. „Y/n…. what a pretty name though…“ he adds.

You roll your eyes. „Put the knife down“ you threaten him. He just laughs again. His laugh makes you feel unwell. William suddendly approaches you with speed and brings you down to the floor. „You should have stayed out of my business!“ he shouts. The tall man grabs your wrists and pins them on the floor with such strength.

You kick him into his stomach with your knee and stand up. He groans in pain. „Bitch!“ he howls. You and him get into a fight. You manage to throw his knife away. Afton gives you a nosebleed for that…

„That woman can fight i see.“ he whispers. You take the second gun out of your holster and shoot next to his feet. „Don‘t fucking play with me.“ you say in anger as the blood from your nose streams down your face. He grabs a wooden board which is laying down on the floor and approaches you again.

You take your knife and slit it through his thigh. William shouts and whines in pain. „You are gonna join them, i promise!“ Afton screams towards you. „You will pay for the shit you did!“ you shout back.

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cookeham · 1 month ago

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"Life Off the Ice: At Home with Keith Tkachuk" by Michelle Burgess, from the Raising Arizona Kids Magazine, Vol 11, No 1, March 2000

It is a busy, hectic day at the north Scottsdale home of the Tkachuk family, where two phone lines are ringing, a photographer is setting up equipment in the backyard and a curly-haired, blue-eyed toddler who looks a lot like his famous father is in search of a playmate.

"Play hockey," 2-year-old Matthew says to a group of assorted adults in the room. "Play hockey, play hockey, PLAAAAAAYY HOCKEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!"

Clearly, Matthew knows what he wants. He gets it, too, when the photographer's son picks up a stick and heads out to the backyard with him. During the respite, mom Chantal gives a bottle to Braeden, born in September, and takes a few minutes to go over the evening plans with her husband.

Welcome to the house of Captain Coyote himself, 6-foot-2, 225-pound powerhouse left winger Keith Tkachuk. On the ice, he is a fearless blur of muscle; at home he is simply a dad, albeit a busy one.

Keith, who turns 28 at the end of this month, appears to be just as much at home talking about fatherhood as he is about hockey.

"Fatherhood is a lot harder than I thought it would be but it's great," he says in a thick Boston accent. "Having these two kids who you've helped create, seeing how Matthew is growing and talking and calling me, 'Daddy' and always wanting to play with me--it means everything to me."

At the sound of his father's voice, Matthew comes back, stick in hand searching for a more worthy opponent. After Keith assures his son he will be out soon, Matthew reluctantly heads back outside.

A teenage standout back in Boston, Keith was drafted at 18 by the Winnipeg Jets. When the Jets became the Coyotes and moved to Phoenix, he and Chantal, a 27-year-old Winnipeg native, resettled in the Valley. Keith, whose last name is Ukrainian, says having children has given him a better perspective as a hockey player. Bad games no longer get to him, he says, because he comes home "to something that is so much more important than any games."

And his wife, who calls herself "Keith's biggest fan," says that the post-game blues after a loss aren't what they used to be. "He's not hard to be around," she says. "When he has a great game I tell him about it but when he has a bad game I don't say anything. He knows it. He gets over it."

The big guy has even developed a distaste for the excessive violence that has long been a part of his sport. He's pleased that the number of fights has been steadily decreasing over the years but doesn't think fighting will, or should, disappear entirely.

"You still need some (of the fights) to keep certain players from taking cheap shots," he says. "But, because of all the kids who watch, I'm glad it's gone down."

When asked about Matthew's reaction to seeing his dad beat the stuffing out of opponents, Keith says he doesn't think his son has noticed yet.

"I'll have his mother try to explain it to him when the time comes," he says. "That'll be a tough one."

So what does this old-fashioned Catholic Irishman from a traditional hockey town think of Phoenix?

"I love this place," he says. "It is the best place to play, the best place to live and to raise kids. We're building a new house and are going to live here for the rest of our lives, no matter what happens." (Throughout the month of January, rumors of a Tkachuk trade made headlines in sports pages around the country. As Raising Arizona Kids went to press, however, no news of a trade had been confirmed).

Fans back east have nothing on those in the Valley, he says.

"The first year, nobody knew who we were or knew what to expect when the NHL came to town but the whole Valley has embraced us. Coyotes hockey has become huge. It's just unbelievable.

"We want to return the favor. We want to play well, to get out of the first round of the playoffs this year. We'd like to get home ice and do some damage."

The advantages of Tkachuk's lifestyle are obvious: money, fame and adoration from fans, plus the bonus of playing hockey for a living. But there is a downside.

The Coyotes have 41 road games each season, resulting in an estimated 80 days a year that Keith is away from this family. And he's had to cope with the lack of privacy common to all successful sports figures.

"It's not until you've lived the life that you see the sacrifices," says Chantal, a down-to-earth, natural beauty who recently celebrated her third wedding anniversary with Keith.

Keith agrees.

"When I take Matthew out to play I want to be his daddy, not Keith Tkachuk the hockey player," he says. "People don't think about us having lives off the ice but we go through all of the normal things people go through. You have to play hockey and your kid's home sick with your wife. (Parenting) is a 365-day-a-year job."

Still, both Tkachuks say they wouldn't trade lives with anyone.

Growing up "never in a million years" did she imagine the life she leads today, Chantal says.

"I feel very fortunate that I met such a great guy and have 2 beautiful sons," she says.

"Did I ever picture myself living in a place as wonderful as Arizona? No way. I feel very, very lucky. I count my blessings every day."

His life is "far more than I expected," Keith says. "I've got a good life. I'm living in a great city, playing the game I love to play and getting paid to do it. I have the best little boys in the world and the best wife. This is it. This is what it's all about."

#I havent seen anyone post this and it took a couple hours to find #so here's the transcript #on sports #keith tkachuk #matthew tkachuk #brady tkachuk #chantal tkachuk #raising arizona kids magazine

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venomsrealgf · 3 months ago

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Aren’t you curious, little one? Na’vi OC x reader

okay so i already did post this on ao3 like 2 years back but figured I could also post this here since i actually use tumblr now.

yeahhh surprise i also write tor Avatar yipiii (i forgot to add it in my introduction)

to give u a better image on wtf this guy looks like heres some old ass photos. (Im so much better now at art)

His name is Aakesh, age: 24 (i forgor if navi have diff age system but at least 24 in human years😔)

bro is 11ft tall, very buff for a navi (yeah bc bros half human half navi, dont ask me how it works)

anyway enough yappidy yap, get in on the ficcy, has like almost 5k words i think if not more idk

WARNINGS: This is just filthy smut with plot.

Breeding kink, knife play, choking, veryyyy slight dub-con bc woman is like noo get off even tho she wants it. Uhhh, obvious size difference, cervix fucking and past that. Biting, scratching, cringy writing, I FORGOT WHAT ELSE.

Pandora...

The beautiful planet, basically the opposite of the now dying earth. You had been one of the few lucky scientists that were chosen to travel to Pandora and help with the Avatar project, but things didn't really go as planned, after that guy named Jake Sully decided to fall in love with a native female.

A war soon broke out between the humans and the Na'vi, but of course the natives were victorious after Jake managed to gather all the tribes together to lead an attack against Miles. You had never been one to enjoy violence and didn't like how all the humans were doing the exact same thing here, that led to the death of our own Mother Earth.

'It was fucking deserved for him, honestly.' You thought, taking a sip from your drink, while looking through your iPad.

Honestly, you just wanted to live your life as a Na'vi, everything just seemed so much more free and exciting. Imagine being able to ride your own Ikran, jump across the huge trees, and find your own life long mate. Sounds so much better than my current life, and to be honest. The natives here are quite attractive....

Sometimes you just look at them, whenever you visit Jake's tribes camp, the way their muscles basically shine against the sun, their slutty thin waists and broad shoulders, not to mention the lack of clothes~

'What the fuck am I thinking. Snap out of it dumbass, no Na'vi could ever love a human.' You groaned to yourself, already feeling so flustered and hot just from thinking about them.

Sigh

You were truly hopeless, weren't you?

You made your way towards the main area, seeing some of the other people that were chosen to stay on Pandora, mostly those who were friends to Sully and helped him in the war, but some of them probably just begged their way into staying, who knows.

You talked with some of your co-workers about where some of you guys would be transported to for the following months. Lucky for you, you would be transported to work in the heart of the Omatikaya clan, Jake's clan to be exact.

Getting into a chopper or whatever the fuck these things are called, you couldn't care less and taking off towards the sky. The view was magnificent from up there, seeing all of the wild birds and Ikrans flying around, and the beautiful green forests blooming with life down there, you wouldn't trade this for anything.

When you finally reached your location with the other people, you were greeted by Norm. He smiled and gave you a quick hug, returning that smile to him. He quickly said hello to the 2 other scientists that came with you, and led you all to the "human" area, it was just a medium sized research silo that could host up to probably 20 humans or so.

While walking with Norm by your side and him talking about his research, you couldn't really focus on his words, as all you could think about was the feeling of being watched, like a prey to some predator.

Looking around you and finding no eyes on you however, that was weird? Perhaps It's just my mind playing tricks on me again. Humming to yourself and then focusing your attention on Norm.

"And this is your room." Norm opened a door to a small but comfortable looking room, it had pretty much everything you would need, even a personal bathroom.

"Thank you Norm. This is more than enough." You smiled and gave him a small nod.

"No worries, oh and when you feel like it, could you go outside and grab me a few samples?" He handed you some papers that had whatever he needed listed there, with precise instructions on how to handle the plant ect.

"Oh yes. You can count on me, don't worry." You smiled, sitting down on your bed and looking through them.

Norm gave you a nod and closed the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

"Strange, I can't seem to shake off the feeling of being watched." You muttered to yourself and looked through the window in your room, and you SWEAR you saw something quickly hide into the bushes.

"What the fuck? Am I seeing things?" You asked yourself. "Oh whatever, let's just get this task over with."

Getting ready and heading outside towards your first destination which wasn't too far away from the camp, just far enough for all of the talking and sounds to be completely silent. You had to walk for a while until you finally found the first specimen of vegetation. Inspecting it, seeing it was a beautiful shade of purple and blue, it seemed to have some sort of berries hanging from it, but wouldn't try your luck at tasting it. You took out your sample kit, and got to work.

When you were done, and about to get up there was a sudden loud thump behind you, like someone had just landed from high up. You turned around only to find an extremely tall Na'vi male, looking straight down at you, and oh my god he was handsome. You hardly reached his stomach, your face just about the same height as where his dick would be- 'and oh my god stop thinking like that you idiot!' Mentally scolding yourself.

"Uhh.. H-hello? D-Do you need something?" You asked, stuttering over your words purely from slight fear and nervousness.

"No. I just wanted to check you out 'closer'." He had a strong accent, his voice was deep with a rasp, it almost sounded like his voice had a natural filter on it.

"C-Check me out closer? Why?" You asked, feeling a little dumb founded, no other Na'vi had ever paid any attention to you, usually it was just a bunch of side eyes or dirty glances, they didn't really like your people.

"You caught my attention all those years ago, but I could never get close, or even talk to you, but now I have a chance." He said, crouching closer to your face, his fingers holding your cheeks. It was like he was inspecting every little detail your face offered.

"M-ME?!" You gasped, cheeks turning a little red from his attention on you.

"Yes you. Who else would I be talking about while touching you like this?" He asked with a chuckle, his eyes staring right into your own, they were beautiful, the orange / yellow-ish color almost shining, captivating your own eyes in a trance.

"W-well... I guess no one..." You chuckled awkwardly.

He then let go and stood up, looking down at you, seemingly deep in thought.

"Do you have a mate?" He asked, like it was the most casual thing to talk about.

"WHAT? W-We just met, is this really appropriate to talk about-" You quickly answered, shocked by his question.

"I asked you a question. Do you have a mate or not?" He seemed to be demanding an answer, his eyebrows furrowing a little, his eyes held a serious look in them.

"O-Of course I don't. I haven't dated anyone in a long time, guess I just don't really feel attracted to humans..." You muttered the last part pretty quietly.

"Why would you not think of your species as attractive? I think you are quite divine." He asked, his hands folded against his chest.

"O-Oh..." You blushed at his compliment, smiling to yourself like an idiot, before looking up at him again.

"I-I find your people more attractive than mine.. Guess it's because I've seen humans all my life." You confessed, looking away from his face.

He just stared at you for a while, both of you standing in silence, just the gentle hum of the breeze was heard around you. You started getting awfully anxious, what if he didn't like what you said? What if you really offended him? Okay that's impossible, you didn't say anything mean, at least you hope you didn't. You were about to ask him if you said anything wrong, when you felt his hands on your waist, your eyes widened as he lifted you up like a feather.

"W-What!" "I've watched you for a long time. I have fallen for your charms, no Na'vi or other human has ever made me feel this way." He just straight up confessed, even if he just officially met you.

"B-But we barely know each other!" You yelped.

"We Na'vi believe in what you would call 'love at first sight'. We choose our mate, but they must also choose us." He said, voice low as his ears twitched.

You took a moment to admire his face, the way his cheekbones were slightly more defined, his jaw line was very sharp. Your eyes wandered down towards his body, he looked very buff, his biceps larger than an average Na'Vi would have. He had a good pair of tits on his chest, his stomach muscles were defined, and his thighs were very large.

Honestly, this is probably the first actual buff Na'vi you have seen. Your eyes lingered on his bottom half for longer than they should have, and when the male in front of you cleared his throat, your eyes snapped back up again.

"Are you curious, little one?" He asked with a chuckle.

"M-me? N-no..." You tried to deny yourself.

"I know what you want, and I can give it to you, if you just choose me as well." He said, bringing his face closer to yours.

"W-Well. It would be nice at first to know your name... And if you could put me down..." You were seriously getting too hot and bothered, the way he just held you in air and lifted you up stirred something in you, perhaps its the MASSIVE size difference between you both.

"Oh right, my apologies." He smiled, and placed you down, this time crouching in front of you.

"My name is Aakesh." He bowed his head a little.

"That's a lovely name, does it mean something? Oh and mine is (Name)." You smiled.

"It means Lord of the sky, and your name sounds rather beautiful too." He answered, very proud of his designation.

"Woah! You truly must be a great Ikran rider then?" You sounded so excited to be actually having a decent conversation with him, this isn't everyday you know?

"The best of the best."

"... About your other thing, even if we just met... I'd like to choose you too." You told him very shyly, it felt so weird to confess to early, but maybe its how they roll over here in Pandora.

"Really? Oh! This is great, thank you ma (Name). I promise to love and cherish you until my last breath." He let out a breath of relief, taking your hands into his and kissing them.

"A-As do I..." You blushed more.

"May I kiss you?" He almost purred, his lips so close to yours, feeling his hot breath on your skin.

"O-Of course." And in an instant his lips attacked yours, his tongue slipping inside your mouth as left hand traveled behind your head to hold onto your hair, tilting your head for a better angle.

Groaning into the kiss, feeling the heat build up between your legs, he pulled you closer to his body. His other arm sneaking around your back, his hand taking hold of your ass, squeezing it and giving it a few firm smacks.

(3rd pov)

Her legs latched around his waist as his hands traveled up to her chest, squeezing her breasts through her shirt. He took a firm grip of the shirt and ripped it open, her bare chest exposed to his eyes. He leaned closer, his tongue licking her collarbones and traveling downwards between her tits.

"One thing I've grown curious about, is the way your species is naturally so much more curvy." He chuckled, his hands tearing the bra away, her nipples becoming harder against the cool air.

"A-Aakesh!" (Name) yelped, trying to cover her breasts out of pure shyness, only to have her hands yanked away.

"Do not cover yourself. I want to see everything you offer, you are mine after all." He hissed softly, his possessive side making its appearance.

He looked around at the trees and cliffs near them, carrying her and pushing her up against the rough texture of a nearby tree. His lips attacked her neck, sucking and licking, leaving marks. (Name) moaned out his name, moving her head to the side to give his lips even more access to her neck. His hands again around her chest, groping and squeezing them, obsessed with the fat between his fingers, this is something you could never enjoy with Na'vi females.

"You are a gift sent down to me, by Eywa." He muttered, biting into her neck, hard. He wanted everyone to know she was claimed, and only his to ravish.

"A-Ah. I'm y-yours Aakesh. P-Please take me." Her fingers ran through his dark hair, taking a firm grip and pulling whenever he kissed a sensitive spot.

"Careful, you are pushing every fiber of my being not to slam you onto the ground and pound into you until your vision blacks out." He said in a warning tone.

"If that's... what it takes... then so be it." She said between breaths, looking straight into his eyes and kissing his neck.

"Uh- Ngghh..." He whined out, feeling her sweet plump lips sucking on his skin left him breathless, his fingers digging into her skin, not too harshly but enough to leave a mark.

"You are... really naughty aren't you? Perhaps I should teach you a lesson, pet." He spat, turning them around and placing her on the ground, his left hand on her throat, while the other pulled down her pants.

She was soaked by now, pushing her thighs open as he stared at her underwear, she felt her face heat up from being so exposed. His right hand softly traveled upwards her inner thigh, closer and closer to her covered intimate parts. His hand pushed against her pussy, feeling the warmth through the thin fabric separating their skins, she let out a loud yelp, arching her back off the ground.

"Someone seems excited huh?" He teased, his index and middle finger rubbing her slit, slowly and painfully, like he wasn't even going to remove her underwear to begin with.

"S-Stop teasing me! Please-!" She moaned, trying to grind against his hand, anything to get rid of the almost painful heat between her legs.

"Hmm... Since my little pet asked so nicely." He chuckled, and moved his hand to retrieve a knife from his small weapon case placed upon his right thigh.

Her breath caught up in her throat as he hovered the knife in between her breasts, before slowly moving down, slightly touching her skin, but not breaking any. The knife traveled all the way to her underwear, before hooking it under it and cutting it off completely. He just stared with a huge smirk, his eyes seemed to darken, his tail swaying slightly, like some cat who is ready to pounce on their prey. He threw the knife somewhere nearby, and crawled on top of her, seeing her small body completely covered by him, driving him mad.

His hands took hold of her waist, as he scooted back with his body, lifting her lower half off the ground. His face was now basically in front of her exposed pussy, she kept trying to trash out of his grip, not wanting him to stare, but he wouldn't move a muscle.

"W-What are you doing!? S-stop staring, it's embarrass- AH!" She couldn't even finish her sentence, feeling his mouth around her pussy.

His rough tongue pushed against her sweet opening, before pushing in. He was eating her up like a starved man, his mouth did wonders and it almost had her thinking if this was really his first time. She couldn't keep quiet, not when he kept hitting her sweet spot, just with his tongue, and not to mention the way he sucked her clit, the way he kept her in such a vulnerable position, it made her come closer and closer to her climax.

"S-STOP! N-No more, Ahh- T-Too much~" She moaned out, her hands trying to grip anything on the ground to pull herself away, but any attempt had him pull her closer to his mouth, he wouldn't give her any chance for escape.

And there it was. He finally hit that sweet spot for the last time, before her strings snapped, cumming all around his tongue, he separated and swallowed everything. He hummed, licking his lips, placing her on the floor as her body kept twitching slightly from the intense orgasm she just felt.

"My dear, you taste divine, I can't wait to have your sweetness around my dick." He laughed, groaning as his hard-on was painfully pushing against his cloth.

"Haaa.... S-so good..." She said quietly, panting, trying to get as much air as she could.

"Don't think that we are done yet, this is merely the beginning." He said, removing his cloth quickly and swiftly.

Her eyes almost popped out of their sockets as she stared at his massive cock, at least massive for her. No human could achieve those inches naturally, oh hell no. She slapped her thighs closed, feeling her core heat up once again, becoming even more horny and needy. His cock was probably around 13-15 inches, if not more, and considering Aakesh is actually one of the tallest Na'vi she was seen at around 11' ft

"Scared? Don't worry, I won't hurt you." He chuckled, crawling near her again.

"T-That thing is going to rip me apart!" She quivered, trying to fight the rising neediness, honestly she just wanted that fucking alien dick in her, right now.

"It won't. But I can try if you really want me to." He smiled, a hint of insane need in his eyes.

'Should I play with fire? Or should I play it safe?' (Name) thought for a moment, looking into his eyes, while his dick was dangerously close to her needy hole. A little bit of fuel to the fire won't cause a huge explosion right? It will just make the flames bigger and hotter.

"I was expecting better, is that the smallest your species has to offer?" She teased with a smirk, her hands in front of her chest in a sassy manner.

"I bet a human could fuck me better than you." She finished with a laugh.

That was it.

It felt like actual fire burned in his eyes, as he leaned closer to her face with a very threatening aura. He chuckled dryly right in her face, taking hold of her hair and pulling her face backwards so he could bite her neck again.

"Is that so? I am glad to tell you I am close to the biggest our species has to offer. And I won't hesitate to fuck your cervix open if it means I'll get that bratty mouth of yours to scream my name." He said. He picked up his knife he had tossed earlier and brought it near her face.

"Tell me... Do you wish for a... temporary reminder?" He asked, caressing her skin with his fingers.

"...N-No Master...I'm..I'm sorry-" She was cut short with his hand in front of her mouth, pressing the knife closer to her throat. She couldn’t lie that the fact he could end her right then and there aroused her.

"Don't apologize to me dear... Apologize to yourself once I'm done with you." And with that he lifted her legs over his shoulders, the knife long gone as his fingers traveled to her slit, rubbing up and down before inserting his middle finger in her pussy.

"Nnnh- Aahh- Y-Your finger is s-so big!" She tried to mutter out words, feeling how even his fingers could literally match up against a human's cock, at least length wise, oh what had she gotten herself into??

"I have to be so kind and prepare your tiny needy hole, otherwise you wouldn't be able to handle even an inch of me." He hissed, picking up the speed, inserting another finger into her sloppy hole, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

With all the moans and whines coming from her, it only fed his huge ego further, his fingers were going at an awful fast pace, she felt like exploding all over again, the way his fingers slid in and out so easily because of all her leaking wetness, it was honestly embarrassing how horny she had become. When she was getting closer her moans also grew louder by the moment, grabbing anything she could, his biceps, hair, the ground.

And then he stopped.

She stared up at him with a shocked expression, all that built up pleasure almost completely gone in a single motion. She groaned out, begging for release, she did not like being edged like this at all.

"W-Why did you.. stop?" She asked, breathing heavily, hair sticking into her forehead from sweat.

"I want you to cum on my cock, not my fingers, no matter how tempting your reactions are." He muttered, aligning his cock in front of her pulsing opening.

"W-Wait!-" She yelped, the air leaving her lungs as the tip of his huge cock squeezed inside of her.

The way her walls were forced open around his cock as he sunk in more and more, she was gasping for air, trying to push him away, it was too much. She moaned and whined, scratching his thighs with her nails, back arching off of the floor. He was only half way in when the walls of her cervix stopped him, he groaned, the way her pussy squeezed around his shaft, pulsing, not letting him move out. He laughed loudly, a little out of breath, trying to control his instincts.

"You're sucking me in like no tomorrow." He panted, his dick twitching inside her.

"A-AH- So big~" She mumbled, eyes rolling back.

"Give me more." She slurred out, dragging his face down and kissing him hungrily, her actions driven by lust and need.

He took that as a hint and started moving himself, thrusting in and out slowly at first, gradually speeding up his movements. (Name) felt the tip of his cock kissing the opening of her cervix with every single thrust, feeling like he was all the way up in her stomach. He almost folded her, holding her legs against her shoulders, keeping her in a mating press, drilling his cock into her pussy. He let out loud pleased sighs, his ears picking up all the lewd sounds of their skin slapping together, the sounds of his dick going in and out of her lewd opening and most importantly her begging and pleading for more.

"M-More More! Give me all you have, USE me as you w-wish!" She screamed out, tongue rolling out of her mouth, her body sticky with sweat and the smell of sex strong around them.

It felt like he got even harder at her words, squeezing her legs together as he pounded into her harsher, forcing more of him inside her, even if it should be logically impossible to do so. His hands held her breasts squeezing them while kissing her mouth hungrily, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. His thrusting was growing animalistic and uneven, his dick swelling and twitching, indicating he was nearing his peak. She could feel how her walls squeezed around him more, seeing one of his fingers travel to her clit and rubbing it to give her more pleasure, she was starting to see black dots in her vision, yelling out his name. Both of them came at the same time, his cum flooding into her welcoming hole, feeling her walls being painted white as her own fluids mixed with his.

"I have so much more to give you.. little one~" He whispered into her ear as he pulled his cock out, her pussy was leaking of his juices, smearing her thighs and staining the ground below.

"What a lovely sight. You are mine now, pet." He purred, lifting her legs up to stare at her abused hole.

He used his fingers to push any leaking cum back into her, not wanting anything to go to waste, he wanted to see her bloated and full of his cum, he would keep filling her up until even Eywa herself cannot deny pregnancy. Her body was still so sensitive, her legs shook as his fingers pushed back into her gummy walls, she couldn't speak or focus on anything else but the almost painful pleasure and over sensitivity she felt.

She yelped quietly as she was turned around on her stomach, his hands on her waist as he pulled her to his body, her ass rubbing against his lower stomach. She could feel his growing hard-on against her stomach, the pre cum staining her, she bit her lip just thinking about having all of him inside her again, this time literally.

"FUCK! Just take me a-already! BREED ME, MAKE ME FULL!" She demanded, pushing against his dick, feeling him rubbing along her slit.

"... Be careful what you wish for" He let out an almost feral growl.

Before she could even mutter out a reply he had invaded her lower regions in one single thrust, not giving her a single warning nor a moment to adjust to his massive length all over again. His hands holding her head into the ground, while the other was attacking her clit, all the while thrusting into her harshly. He bit into her neck, leaving such a deep mark it started bleeding, licking up all of her blood and letting out satisfied grunts and sighs. She didn't even register anything else he was doing, only focusing on how his dick was forcefully digging deeper and deeper into her uterus, forcing more and more of him inside.

She moaned out, pushing against him to meet his thrusts.

"Aren't.. you such a dirty one... I'll make sure.. to fill you to the brim... nggh..~" He groaned, taking hold of her hair and pulling her up.

Her back against his chest, both of them on their knees, he thrusted upwards into her, his other hand pulling her towards him, until he was completely in her. She yelled out his name as he kept hitting her spot deep and rough already past her cervix. His cock shape would surely be engraved into her after this. She kept scratching his arms that were around her and his thighs as she neared her climax, feeling like she would explode any moment now. When he finally reached his last thrust, he stopped, his cum filling her womb completely, she came hard at the feeling of being filled, her pussy clenching around him, her essence mixed with his.

"Are you okay?" He asks finally, after a long pause.

"Mmm... mm... Y-yeah..." She mumbles, forcing herself to stay awake, her whole body still recovering.

He finally separated his body from her, pulling himself from inside her, seeing all of that cum sweeping out. He chuckled, staring at her fucked up body, he quickly placed his cloth back on and used her jacket to cover her body up. He lifted her up bridal style and walked towards the camp, she was fast asleep in his arms.

"I will make sure to treat you well princess."

YAS

#james cameron avatar #avatar x human reader #na’vi oc #na’vi x reader #Na’vi x human #avatar the way of water #smut #filthy smut #im so sorry for this loqkwy #AHHHH

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