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𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: a witcher (polish: wiedźmin) is someone who has undergone extensive training, ruthless mental and physical conditioning, and mysterious rituals in preparation for becoming an itinerant slayer for hire. this witcher is currently in novigrad, and is overshadowed by his fellow brother. whenever a contract for a monster is issued, it is geralt of rivia they expect. seonghwa has grown tired of the disappointed faces that greet him when he accepts a contract, and thus has decided to rest in the big city and let the other witcher do the job. even after geralt left for skellige islands in search of his daughter cirilla, seonghwa decides to keep aside out of spite.

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not entirely proofread forgive me! 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

the witcher sips his drink at the rosemary and thyme cabaret. the redanian lager in the wooden pitcher has never tasted worse, and the music has never scratched his ears as badly as tonight. he hated what jaskier has done with the brothel. a cabaret, he scoffs to himself.

"oi, witcher!"

the man sighs. even though he was forcing himself to drink the beer and didn't enjoy it, he also didn't enjoy being interrupted.

"'ave you checked the notice board? there's a witcher contract hangin' there for weeks!" the accent behind him is rough. a dwarf, he guesses. but he doesn't have to guess, because the short figure appears in front of him and slams the crumpled piece of paper on the wooden table. "while you're 'ere tryna plough some whores, there's a threat inside the city gates!"

"geralt can handle that." the witcher mumbles, pushing the paper away. he drinks another sip of the warm beer, eyes fixed on the discarded medallion next to his two swords on the table. "he is the mighty wolfie. i'm sure he'll handle it."

"in case ya haven't noticed," the dwarf dares to get into the witcher's face, even goes as far as to flick him on the forehead. "the white wolf has gone lookin' for his lost lass. he is probably already in skellige, solvin' contract after contract and still workin' on finding cirilla. like a true witcher."

when the witcher's eyes start glimmering a familiar yellow, and his irises resemble the cat's, it is a sign for the dwarf to back away. the man places the pitcher with a loud thud on the table, then slowly stands up. his armor clinks as he moves, and his glowing eyes drill into the man's scared ones. still, the shorter male doesn't flinch, even if his eyes give away his emotions.

"when the white wolf comes, he can solve your fucking contract." the witcher doesn't need to raise his voice. the way he growls is enough to make a beast tuck its tail and lower its gaze. which is what the dwarf should be doing now. "as if you know what a true witcher is. stupid humans, hiding in your houses at every wolf howl and owl hoot, burning mages and sorceresses at stakes because they are different than you, casting elves out, calling us witchers mutants, yet crying for help and leaving pathetic notes and contracts on notice boards when you realise just how weak and mortal you are compared to all of us."

"young lasses 're getting killed left and right, and you only care about yer dick and where to get drunk."

"well, certainly not here anymore."

the taller man throws a few coins on the table, not bothering to pick up the ones that fell on the ground. he then takes his swords and puts them on his back, along with the crossbow. the medallion necklace rests in his pocket this time instead of around his neck.

as he makes his way outside, the music doesn't stop, nor do any of the guests or dancers turn to look. they are used to the moody witcher by now. yet the dwarf doesn't give up.

"ye know, i wish geralt were here. he has a daughter. he wouldn't think twice before accepting this contract. you? you are just a coward."

"hey, hey! seonghwa, endarn! you're upsetting my guests!"

"mind your business, jaskier. i am out of here anyway. doubt i'll come back any time soon. you and your cabaret." the dark haired witcher, seonghwa, spits on the ground.

the young bard rolls his eyes. if he didn't know geralt, he would have a very bad opinion about witchers. "passiflora is just a few blocks away. you know, a real brothel. also, not to be rude, but you were a few crowns short back there."

seonghwa grunts. he reaches into his pocket and finds a few more coins, then throws them behind his back and follows the trail to the famous brothel.

"are all witchers 'xcept geralt like that?" the dwarf asks, disappointed.

the bard takes the contract from his hand, looking at the messy hand-writing, then at the stumbling witcher. "no. just the cat school ones. or so i've heard."

meanwhile, seonghwa has found his way to the passiflora brothel. he isn't usually like this, really. but recently, people have been asking for witchers, and when he'd show up, they'd be disappointed it is not his friend and colleague geralt. witchers are not supposed to feel or show emotion. but seonghwa has had enough. just a week ago he had slayed a striga, and the only gratitude he got was a raw fish into his face and a few crowns. he wasn't sad. he was angry that these people had the audacity to plead for help and be picky about it.

he wasn't ploughing anyone. the brothels were the only place where he had peace. people too focused on lust and fun, it allowed seonghwa to sit in the corner and sip his favourite kaedwenian stout in peace. he'd sometimes take a girl upstairs, only to give her a pouch of coins so she can leave him to sleep in peace. some would be relieved, some offended. but seonghwa didn't care. all he wanted was rest.

tonight, however, he needed to switch locations. ever since jaskier met his soulmate, his brothel has transformed into a cabaret. yes, the bard wanted to do that before meeting her. but he delayed it. and seonghwa liked it. now? everyone was at his neck, especially since they discovered that jaskier knows not one, but two witchers. favor here, problem there, and seonghwa couldn't catch a break. this one has rats, this one has a ghoul in his basement, and this one wants to act tough and challenge him to a fist fight so he can win a girl over.

the dark haired man glances at the wooden sign that reads passiflora, before carefully entering. he is greeted with a rather sweet scent and sensual music. the people inside aren't half naked like they were back in rosemary and thyme. they were dressed in prettiest dresses, had their hair decorated with all sorts of pins, and were in elegant make-up. a true refreshment. the place didn't reek of sweat, and wasn't loud at all. no sights of shirtless men with their hairy belly out, no women with missing and unbrushed teeth, no stench of alcohol and bodily fluids. seonghwa was pleasantly surprised.

"ah, a witcher!"

and there it is.

"please, do come in. care for a drink? your first one is on the house."

odd. the middle aged woman didn't bombard him with a plea for help. nor did she look at him with judgement. "thank you...?"

"mathilda is enough." she smiles at him. seonghwa can't remember the last time someone smiled at him genuinely.

"thank you, mathilda."

mathilda turns out to be the owner of the brothel. she has black hair, with dozens of grey strands blending in it. her face has minimum makeup, or so seonghwa thinks. what does he know about makeup? her dress is modest, and he comes to a conclusion that she might be retired. she is also very pleasant to speak with. so pleasant that the witcher doesn't realise how fast the time is passing and how much more talkative he is getting.

"so, which one of the girls has caught your attention?" the woman turns away from the bar, and so does the witcher. he sips his third drink of the evening as the woman points at the girls in the room. "we've got a few new girls, eager to prove themselves. how do you like them?"

when seonghwa glances at the clock, he decides it might be time to go and rest. so he skims over the pretty girls that dance and speak to other customers. some of them are relaxed, as if this is their home, and some are stiff and nervous. his yellow eyes then pick up a figure in the corner, standing all by herself with her arms folded across her chest. her hair is decorated with gold hairpins, and head chain sits prettily on her forehead. it reminds seonghwa of an elven princess. her dress is a deep green, parting at her thighs and falling to the ground. it has a deep cut that goes to her stomach, and it seems that she is trying to hide her exposed skin.

"ah, y/n." mathilda notices his lingering gaze. "good luck with it. i gave her another week to relax, i won't push her yet. if she doesn't change within a week, i'll have to fire her. shame, really. she is gorgeous, and has brought me many new customers."

seonghwa hums. he then locks eyes with the beautiful figure's ones, and downs his beer. to both his and mathilda's surprise, the young woman makes her way towards the bar. for a moment, they think that she might pass by them and just order herself a drink. instead, she places her hand on the witcher's chest, feeling the cold silver armor under her palm.

"good evening, witcher." her voice is as sweet as honey in seonghwa's ears. he is mesmerized, and she has only spoken a few words to him. "come to release some stress?"

seonghwa watches as her glossy lips move while she speaks. subconsciously, his hand reaches for her cheek to cup it, thumb grazing over her bottom lip and eyes focused on the tongue that peeks out to lick the tip of his finger. he almost shudders at the action. the young woman is determined to prove herself, and goes a step further. she wraps her small hands around his big one, and guides his thumb between her lips, gently swirling her warm tongue around it and sending shivers down the witcher's spine. seonghwa feels his trousers tighten; something he hasn't felt in a while.

she releases his finger with a soft pop, but keeps his hand safe in hers near her chest. "i've always wanted to meet a witcher."

and how could seonghwa refuse her, when she looks at him with big pleading eyes, her chest heaving, and with her lip gloss smeared. the desire to smear it further awakens in him, and he wastes no time in paying for his drink and thanking mathilda. the young woman keeps the witcher's hand in hers, intertwining their fingers as she leads him upstairs and into one of the rooms.

usually, this is the part where seonghwa explains that he is not interested in any sexual interactions. but the way the green dress slides off her body, and the way the fireplace illuminates her skin makes his head spin. she turns around, body bare except for the cotton panties that sit on her hips. seonghwa, however, is still in his witcher gear. the feline armor is suddenly too heavy on him. she seems to hear his thoughts, because she is quick to approach him and press her warm bare chest against his clothed cold one. her delicate hands slip around his waist, and on his back, until they reach the belt that holds his weapons.

"may i?"

it only takes a nod from him to get rid of the entire armor and the clothes underneath. he is now also left in his underwear, and he can't wait to take them off too.

"can i give you a massage, witcher?"

seonghwa swears he hasn't heard a voice so seductive... ever. smooth, sweet, breathy. the way she sighs and breathes against his neck as her fingers work on the knots on his shoulder blades relaxes him. before he can fall asleep on the chair in front of the mirror, she wakes him up with a playful hair pull. he only scoffs with amusement. his eyes follow as her last piece of clothing slides down her smooth thighs and pools on the ground. then, she herself gets on the ground on all fours, and crawls over to the stunned witcher.

"what are you-"

"hush, pretty." if seonghwa had anything to add or even finish his sentence, a gasp stops him. he watches as the young woman catches the string of his underwear between his teeth, and pulls until they come loose and fall to the ground.

is she really new?

seonghwa does not complain. he does complain however when she stands up, taking his rough hand in her soft one and guiding him towards the bed. the sight of someone like that getting on her knees for him was a first, and he wanted to savor it just a tad bit longer.

"talk to me, witcher." she climbs on top of him, soft smooth skin caressing his scarred and rough as she lays on top of him. her breasts are squished against his hard chest, and his hands immediately reach for her waist to hold. "tell me what you want. i'll give you all of it."

seonghwa stops for a moment. he isn't sure what he wants. yes, he slept with women before. he slept with sorceresses too. all of them were the same; get it in and over with. seonghwa would simply lay there and let them chase their own pleasure. he would reach his own too, and he never thought further of it. they even complimented him, saying how no man has made them feel that good, that their partners would usually do it for themselves and leave them to finish on their own. now, however, seeing this beauty pressed against him and looking at him with pure desire, he might discover something new. he might put himself first. not that he didn't enjoy the previous encounters. he is just eager to see what she has to offer him. "i give you full freedom to do whatever you wish to me."

her lips stretch in an excited smile, and her eyes have a certain glint. if seonghwa wasn't so painfully needy right now, he would've questioned it. true witcher style.

"just... one thing."

"yes?"

seonghwa's hands reach for the green dress that was dropped on the floor. he hands it to her, and she looks at him with confusion. was he rejecting her?

"put it on."

"but- why?" her lips form a pout. "did i displease you somehow?"

the dark haired witcher smiles. he then simply sits up on the bed, hands still firmly planted on her waist as she fumbles with the green fabric. "no. you just look too stunning in it to leave it on the floor. no panties."

"oh." she exhales, relief washing over her body. "you do realize that you're the first man i've given myself to in this building and you're asking me to cover up?"

seonghwa doesn't respond, but instead watches her dress. her look is complete once again, except for the heeled boots that still lay on the floor. not a single sorceress he has met could compete with her. "so you were waiting for a witcher to be your first?"

"perhaps." her hands reach for the pins in her hair, but seonghwa stops her there too. she then scoffs in disbelief, but obeys anyway. "whatever i want, huh?"

"whatever you want." seonghwa sighs, body fully relaxing on the soft bed and eyes closed. his hands remain on her now clothed waist. he doesn't know what it is, but it gives him a sense of dominance, even if she is the one on top. her body feels small and fragile, and he has the urge to hold her, as if to protect her.

a sweet scent of berries envelops his senses, as well as his mind. her breath warms his neck, just a small warning before her lips attach to his skin. he can't help but flinch. she smiles against him, grazing his neck with her teeth. "found a sensitive spot it seems."

seonghwa only hums. his grip on her waist hardens as she kisses along his jawline, and her nails softly graze the path from his chest, down his stomach and to his defined v-line. finally, she attaches her lips to his. her other hand finds its way to his dark hair, softly massaging his scalp and lightly pulling the strands as he kisses her back. seonghwa feels as if this is his first proper kiss. nobody has ever kissed him before with such desire.

she grinds her hips against his, core lightly grazing his aching crotch, not yet giving him what he needs. as if he wasn't burning with need already, feeling her wet core slide against him only set him further on fire. he never said he was a patient man anyway.

he flips her on the bed with ease, now him being the one on top and in charge. his lips hungrily search for hers, tongue yearns for hers, and hands play with the sheer fabric of the dress. he doesn't care where he touches her. he just wants to feel her.

"thought i had full freedom?" she teases into the kiss.

he doesn't reply, instead biting her lower lip and sucking at it. she whines at the sweet pain, and if seonghwa didn't feel her body arch against his, he would've stopped. his lips chase hers, and no matter how many times his tongue rubs against hers, teeth clash against hers, and lips wipe the remaining lip gloss off hers, he can't get enough. "you taste so sweet."

even though he could spend the entire night just kissing her and feeling her body squirm under his, seonghwa proceeds to leave kisses down her neck, then the exposed skin between her breasts and all the way to her belly. the dress opening ends there, but it doesn't stop him. he disappears under the green ruffles, nose bumping against the soft folds and tongue searching for the source of heat.

he never did it. he wasn't exactly sure how. all he knew is that he needed to taste her, all of her. with a single swipe up her folds, he has her squirming. he subconsciously grabs her thighs and pulls her closer to his face, holding her in place and burying himself into her core. she does taste as sweet, and smells as delightful. the noises that travel to seonghwa's ears are new to him. never did he hear a woman be so whiny and loud. moans? sure. but whines? that was new. and he wasn't sure if it is a good or a bad thing.

"please..." she finally mutters a word.

the witcher emerges from the green ruffles of her dress, sending her a questioning look. when he sees her flustered face and heaving chest, sleeves pushed down so that her breasts are exposed and her hands playing with the tense nipples, seonghwa realizes what he has been missing out on. there was more to it all than just an orgasm.

and he was going to savor all of it.

"please." she begs again. "i'll be good, just please..."

"please what?" the witcher questions.

"give me something. anything." she shudders when his finger grazes her tense clit. "please."

seonghwa doesn't wish this to end yet. he is loving the impact he has on someone. on her. he can't get over her beauty, or her taste. when he finishes taking in the sight of her half naked and flustered state, he attaches his lips to her clit once again, tongue swiping over the sensitive bud in circular motions and fingers searching for her leaking hole. her moans are more high pitched, and the grip on his hair stronger as he slowly inserts his finger inside. he wastes no time in adding another one, slowly pumping in and out and exploring which motions make her louder and her fingers pull at his hair harder. when he finds a certain spot on her upper wall, he abuses it, to the point where she shakes under his touch and moans turn to a blubbering mess.

"oh, witcher-" she gasps, body suddenly tensing and thighs squeezing around his head.

seonghwa doesn't have time to process what is happening, because he is greeted by clear fluid splashing his face. he doesn't stop yet, even though he wasn't exactly sure what happened. the young woman is a twitching mess under him, grinding her hips against his face and riding out her orgasm. when she starts pulling at his hair to pull him away from her, he takes it as a sign to stop.

"well," he flips the bottom of her dress over, exposing the abused core to the cool air that comes from the open balcony door. "i've never done that before."

"me neither." she admits, face red with embarrassment when she sees the witcher's soaked face. "i'm sorry."

"don't apologize. i am the one that should be apologizing."

"what for?"

instead of answering, he simply kisses her once again, savoring every caress of her tongue against his and every little noise she makes as his hands travel up her body and to her exposed breasts. the rough skin of his worn out fingers give her tense buds a gentle sensation. just enough to have her body arching against his and seek more of his warmth and touch. as she busies herself with playing with his hair and caressing the scars on his back, seonghwa slowly slides inside, letting out a low groan at the warm welcome.

he misses the way her eyes widen and her nails dig into his back. he is halfway in, struggling to go further. when her pretty face makes a painful grimace and a cry leaves her lips, seonghwa stops. "what's wrong?"

"nothing," she blinks her tears away.

"tell me." the witcher cups her face, thumbs caressing her cheeks and wiping the tears away.

"you're big."

his brows furrow. at first he isn't sure what she means, but when he feels her walls clench around him, he realizes. "oh."

"it's alright. keep going." her hands cup his face now, mimicking him. "just go slow."

but the witcher finds himself getting impatient once again. the way her warmth squeezes around him makes him see stars. and just like that, seonghwa finds himself snapping his hips into hers. a painful moan escapes her pretty lips once again, and seonghwa is quick to press his lips into hers to conceal it. she is mess, shamelessly moaning into his mouth whenever his hips collide with hers. tears roll down her cheeks once again, and this time, seonghwa doesn't stop. instead, he slows his pace, opting for sensual moves rather than rough ones.

"you're so big..." she sighs against his lips. "you're going to split me open."

if he could get any rock harder, he would. hell, he might even cum right there and then if it wasn't for the slow moves he was forced to do. "are you complaining?"

"not a bit."

tears of pain soon seem to transform into tears of pleasure, because when seonghwa starts snapping his hips against hers again, she only moans and groans. her walls tighten around him, announcing that she is close again. the witcher holds her waist in place, and his eyes can't get enough of her expressions, or the way her body responds to him and looks so fragile in his arms.

"cum in me, witcher." she begs. "fill me to the brim."

and seonghwa does just that. his moves become sloppy, and his concealed groans are now loud and clear as he pumps his seed into the beauty below him. he sees a slight bulge on her lower stomach when he goes to look where they are connected. fuck, he wants her again. and again and again. until the sun rises, just to watch the pure bliss on her face again.

"are you close?" he asks breathless. he is not yet overstimulated, he is just getting started.

"shut up." she chokes out, clearly focusing on reaching her peak and not wanting to be disturbed.

this time, instead of a moan of ecstasy, her mouth opens without any noise coming out. her eyes roll back, almost all the way, before her body starts twitching as waves of pleasure wash it over. her nails dig into his back, so deep that they pierce his skin and have him wincing in pain. then, her eyes roll back. and seonghwa stiffens.

dangerous red irises stare back at his yellow alert ones. the witcher instinctively reaches for the sword on his back, only to be met with emptiness. the figure below him gives him a wicked smile, with fangs on full display before latching herself onto his neck and piercing his skin once again.

fuck.

seonghwa didn't expect to be awoken in the bed he was in last night. truth be told, seonghwa didn't expect to be awake at all. however, when he tries to move and reach for his weapons that lay on the dresser next to the bed, strains prevent him. strains on both his wrists and ankles. the blinds are blocking the morning sun, keeping the woman who sat in front of the mirror safe. for now.

"why am i alive?"

she looks at him through the mirror, smile dancing on her lips. she runs a comb through her hair and removes the golden pins in the process. "good morning, little witcher."

"let me go."

"well, since you asked so nicely." she rolls her eyes, standing up from the chair and approaching the bed. the green dress is replaced by rags seonghwa usually saw in the war destroyed villages of velen. all of her jewelry sits on the dresser in front of the mirror, including the headpiece that drove seonghwa crazy last night. "come to think of it, i never got to return the favor. you were so eager to fuck me."

he doesn't have to question, because she gives him the answer by running her nails up his thigh and to his crotch. "stop that."

"your cock says otherwise, slayer." when seonghwa doesn't respond to her touch, she huffs. "boring. well, off i go. you better not go anywhere while i'm gone."

seonghwa had many questions on his mind. he didn't know which one to ask first. and he didn't know whether or not he will get a truthful answer. or an answer at all. after all, this was the higher vampire he had a contract on. how foolish of him to leave that medallion in his pocket instead of around his neck. it would've vibrated the moment she laid her hand on his armored chest, and she would've been dead by now.

"isn't mathilda going to question this... situation?" he looks at the ropes holding him to the bed.

"mathilda doesn't care what happens during the day. she only needs the rooms free at night. this room is mine, and i can use it however i please."

"why are you dressed like that?"

"as if you haven't stumbled upon false beggars by now. please, seonghwa." she straightens her rags, and glances at herself in the mirror once again. "you think of us monsters so lowly. like we are stupid. thing is, you're not that different. you're not a human. you're just a mutant."

seonghwa hums, unamused. "it's daylight. how will you go out?"

"there's shades in this city. plenty of them. now, be a good little witcher and stay here." she plants a kiss on his forehead, then turns to leave.

but the witcher is quicker, and grabs her by the rags and tosses on the bed. while he was questioning her, he managed to free one hand from the ropes with his teeth. her eyes turn red again, anger evident on her face.

"silly witcher." her teeth are quick to sink into his flesh again, causing seonghwa to growl with pain. she slurps on his hot blood, moaning in the process, the scent and taste of iron giving her bigger pleasure than anything else. when she pulls away, she has a look of victory and proud on her face. right until seonghwa smirks.

"true. i do think you are stupid." she steps away from him, suddenly feeling dizzy. while stepping back, her shoe kicks something on the floor, causing it to shatter. an empty potion bottle.

"what- what have you done?"

the witcher then frees his other hand, and reaches for his silver sword while the vampire tries to decipher just what he did to her. she gets her answer when she looks at herself in the mirror, veins prominent and pitch black. shaky hands hurriedly get rid of the rags and expose her body. he drank a potion to poison his blood because he knew she'd drink again. her eyes catch a glimpse of the shiny silver through the mirror, and she is quick to dodge it and jump on the bed.

the cut off and untied ropes hang uselessly from the bed frame. or maybe not completely useless. "how should i kill you?"

"no, please." the young woman sits against the bed frame, knees pulled to her chest and hands hugging them in defense. "please."

"i am doing you a favor by asking. silver..." he holds the shiny sword up, runestones making the marks green and match the dress on the floor. "or gold." he points to the balcony door with blinds. a ray of sun has managed to break through, lighting up the medallion that now rests on his chest, vibrating and alerting to danger.

"please." she begs. "i just want to live. we just want to live."

"so does the folk. and you don't let them."

her teary eyes don't work on seonghwa this time. they only make him angrier. she used him. and he fell for it. he was angrier with himself for allowing a woman's seducing to work on him like that. if she were a sorceress, he'd understand. he cannot escape the strong grip of magic. but a vampire? all these years of work and training seemed for nothing. he only hopes geralt doesn't find out about this.

"i don't kill. i just feed!"

"you feed on women and children."

"children are just weak. and those women weren't worth anything! their husbands would come and fuck me, and then offer their wives to me!" she then gets on her knees, hands in a pleading motion. "please, witcher. you kill to survive. so do i."

"no."

in a few seconds, the young woman is bound to the bed, hissing and growling at the witcher as he approaches the balcony door.

"i kill to save people. you kill to save yourself."

with that, he pulls the blinds, allowing the sun to enlighten the room and the nude figure on the bed.

"your kind will no longer torment people. i won't stop until i've killed the last one of you vampires, hags, wraiths and ghouls. i exist for the sole purpose of exterminating you. and that is what i'll do. even if it takes all my life."

the vampire is in no position to form any sentences, body seething and glowing under the morning yellow sun. the witcher is unfazed, already used to it. he calmly puts his armor back on, puts the weapons on his back, and gives the vampire a final glance before going downstairs to sign the contract and collect his reward.

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Little Tease (One-shot)

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Summary: A few days ago, your new bed had arrived. Technically to solve the space problem you and Henry had. And it did, the bed was huge. But the new mattress that came with it was a bit too hard, that’s why you felt incredibly stiff and desperately needed to move your body a bit. “Accidentally” teasing Henry with your moans while you stretch��

Paring: Henry Cavill x Fem. Reader

Warnings: MDNI, 18+, mild back pain, yoga poses? , teasing, daddy kink, degrading words, cursing, P in V

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: Wanted to write for the man himself and came up with this smutty scenario. As always any mistakes are my own. Reblogs and comments are much appreciated! Thank you and enjoy!❤️✨

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When you had woken up, about an hour ago, you had felt like you must have been sleeping on a stone slab. Your back ached rather badly as you carefully turned onto you left side to look at Henry, who was still blissfully asleep, unaware of his surroundings.

His face was completely relaxed, little warm puffs of air leaving his slightly opened mouth.

Even though the new bed was huge, you both lay quite close. Having sought out each other’s body.

Before, in the old bed you were more or less lying on top of each other, as Henry’s powerfully, broad body had taken up most of the space. And as much as you loved being close to each other, you had slept like crap, waking up every time one of you moved. So he’d ordered a new bed to solve the space issue, unfortunately now a new issue had arisen, at least for you. The stupid mattress was surly created in the Mines of Moria, because not only were you convinced it was made of stone but you also imagined the mattress was just as expensive as some of the dwarf’s gem stones were.

A little disgruntled, you huffed, jealous that your boyfriend was still sound asleep. Although admittedly you were glad that he could rest a little more, because you loved seeing him this peaceful and relaxed, as his very busy schedule seldom allowed him to sleep in. So he more than deserved all the sleep he could get.

That’s why, after a few more minutes of lovingly gazing at his face, you quietly got up and tiptoed out of your bedroom, gently closing the door behind you.

When you went down to the kitchen, you noticed that your back instantly felt better standing up. Though you knew you should at least stretch a little to actually feel better.

As soon as you turned the tap on, to fill a glass of water, Kal showed up, tail wagging lazily.

He trotted over to were you were leaning against the counter, tail wagging more enthusiastically when you started patting his head, greeting him, “Good morning, boy. Sleep well?” Grinning down at him, as he started licking your hand, “Aww I bet your doggy bed is more comfy than my mattress, huh?,” adding jokingly, “Maybe I need to borrow it sometime.”

At that he woofed softly, as if he was scandalized at the mere thought, making you giggle, “No I’m just joking, love. Would never dream of stealing your bed.”

You quickly gulped down your water, throat parched. Then you prepared Kal’s food, which he happily slobbered up the second you set it down. You knew his first walk of the day wasn’t due for another two hours, so you left the kitchen to retrieve a gym mat so you could actually start stretching.

Once you had found the mat, you returned to the living room, spreading it out on the floor. The simple act of kneeling down, had you hissing, pain shooting up your spine. “Arrgh, crap…”

You carefully manoeuvred your body into a laying down position that immediately felt much better. Sighing in relieve, you stretched your limbs out. “Oooh, yeah, that’s the stuff.”

Your muscles seemed to relax somewhat, so once you felt like moving, you wrapped your arms around your knees, pulling them in, until your back was rounded and you could rock back and forth. Another moan escaped you as the tension slowly left your aching body.

Too concentrated on your exercise you didn’t notice, when curious, blue eyes started watching you.

You had turned around on your stomach, lightly pushing up into a cobra pose, a soft exhale leaving your parted lips, “Hmm.”

Henry’s eyes widened, staring hungrily at your sparely clad body, beautifully stretched out before him. You only wore a pair of panties and one of his oversized workout shirts. Apparently you hadn’t noticed him yet, because another whimper broke free, going straight to his cock, as it stirred within his sweatpants. You had moved into the child pose, exposing even more of your skin to the silent spector.

His shirt had ridden up your back, naked thighs now on full display, white panties barely covering your sweet rump and the even sweeter, little cunt below. His throbbing cock strained the grey fabric of his pants, as you continued to move between the cat and cow pose.

When he stepped closer, he loudly plonked down on the couch behind you, purposefully noisy to let you know he was there. He didn’t see the sly smirk tugging your lips upwards, as a wicked idea crossed your mind.

You moved into the cow pose, intentionally bowing your back as much as you could, then you let out, an unreasonably loud and drawn out moan. Knowing exactly what it would do to Henry, you even went as far as spreading your legs a little wider to give him a better view.

He stopped blinking, laser focused on your pulsing core. Though as nothing else seemed to happen, you upped the ante. Getting into the downward dog positon, whimpering, loudly.

Henry had had enough of your teasing, growling impatiently, as he jumped off the couch. He got behind you, his thick thighs caging you in, then he pressed his considerable bulge directly against your wet centre. When he grasped you by your hips, you gasped.

Making him chuckle darkly, “Don’t act so surprised you little tease. You were the one moaning like a seasoned whore for daddy, weren’t you, darling?”

Oh Lord, he was in one of those moods. You were definitely so, so screwed. Internally you were very pleased that your little show, had turned Henry on so much, his dom side was showing.

Your happy mewl, turned into a whimper, when he squeezed you tighter, his long fingers digging into your stomach. “Cat got your tongue? I asked you a question. And I expect an answer. Now.”

Heat began pooling in your belly in response to his domineering presence behind you. “Yeah. I- I moaned, I’m so s-sorry, daddy.”

A hand began stroking up your spine, dangerously slow as he mocked,” Hmm, are you now? I had the impression, you quite enjoyed riling me up, flaunting your body in daddy’s face.”

Just as you were about to apologise again, he thrusted his hips forward, groaning when he rubbed his firm bulge over your fluttering pussy. Your panties were so slick by now, your wetness had seeped through the thin fabric and onto his pants, where a little wet spot had formed.

Henry’s eyes flickered down, noticing your neediness right away.

“Always so eager for my cock, aren’t you?”

He circled his hips, then rutted against your swollen clit with intent. It made you speechless for a moment too long, because he nearly threw you onto the couch, as you had failed to answer yet again. The abruptness of it all making you shriek. Panting at the exhilaration of being so powerless when faced with his brutal strength, you eagerly stared up at him.

Henry’s hairy chest was bared as he had only slept in his sweat pants. Towering over you, as you lay beneath him on the couch. He had his arms crossed, making his biceps look even more brawny than usually. Intense blue eyes glaring down at you.

Shivering under his attentive gaze, you opened your legs for him, swiftly pulling his workout shirt off your body, flinging it behind the couch. His dilated pupils zoned in on your bared breasts, Adams apple bobbing within his throat. You bit your lip enticingly as you breathed, “What are you waiting for-... daddy?”

It had the desired effect, as he took hold of your thighs, spreading them even wider apart, for him to stand in-between, then he growled deeply, “Behave.”

He pulled his sweats down, fat cock immediately standing at attention. You breathed shakily, as you saw a pearl of precum making its way down his length, unconsciously licking your lips.

Henry smirked, one hand wrapped around the thick base, slowly moving up. He groaned softly, while watching your helpless form.

You wanted to touch yourself, but you also wanted to be good for him and he hadn’t given you permission to do so yet, so you restrained yourself. You could do it. You could be his good girl. You just had to ignore the immense heat between your thighs for a little while longer.

He grinned, “That’s right, keep your eyes on me, such a good girl.” Henry thoroughly enjoyed you watching him pump his cock. For you it was torture. You needed him to touch you.

You whimpered pathetically, to signal him to do something, anything. And you were in luck, he was merciful today, stepping closer he yanked your panties off. Diving down and capturing your lips in a searing kiss. Way to quickly he’d pulled back, blue eyes locking with yours as you felt a finger gliding down your body, tickling over your nipple for a moment then continuing his journey downwards.

At last he reached your mound, finger stroking through your pulsing petals. Your breath hitched, letting him know just how needy you really were. Henry’s thumb circled your clit, then his index finger dipped into your dripping centre. You moaned, eyes falling closed as your neglected core began to positively vibrate at the stimulation.

As soon as the sensation came, it was gone again, making you mewl frustratingly, eyes shooting open again.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tutted, “I said eyes on me, didn’t I, darling?”

He leaned closer, then something hot and heavy slapped your clit, making you tremble and cry out. You tried closing your legs, but he had grabbed one them, easily lifting it up and over his shoulder. Then he whispered into your ear, “You have real difficulty listening to daddy today, hmm?”

His nails dug into the supple flesh of your other thigh, hooking it over his shoulder as well, “Answer me.”

“S-sorry, yes I have difficulty li-listening,” you whimpered, gasping when you felt him nudge against your hole.

“That’s what I thought. Whatever shall I do with you?” His eyes sparked with mirth, he clearly loved teasing you like that.

You pouted, “Don’t be mean daddy. Please- please I need you, inside.”

Henry mocked, cooing, “Aww, is daddy mean to his little darling?”

Before you could even think of replying, he began pushing inside. Starting to lean his weight onto you, pressing you deeper into the couch cushion with every unbearably, wide inch of his cock sliding into your weeping pussy.

God he was just so fucking big. Every time was like the first time with him. Stretching you beyond what you thought was possible.

Your mouth opened, as he drew a deep moan from you. He chuckled though a bit pressed, curly hairline damp with the restrained it took, not to slam inside you completely. Panting, “Tight. Fuck, love. You’re always so tight for me.”

His nose pressed below your ear, as he grunted at the burning heat enveloping him, clenching around him. Henry worked his cock into you, bit by bit was swallowed by your quivering tightness. Both of you grunting and moaning.

As he finally bottomed out, it felt like his hot poker, had settled directly beneath your navel, making it hard to breathe normally. Though he noticed right away, switching your positions so quickly, your head swam.

Henry had sat down on the couch, with you now sitting upright in his lap, straddling his thighs. In the new position it was indeed easier to breath, though you felt just as stuffed as before. Your warm slick began running down, pooling between your legs, as he carefully pushed up into you, somehow slipping even deeper.

Your hands griped his shoulders, making him pause for a moment, letting both of catch your breath. Your body slowly relaxed, accommodating his length, and more importantly his width.

“That’s it, taking all of me, darling.”

Your pussy clenched around him, as he placed his hands onto your hips and began lifting up, retreating. Then without warning, he slammed back inside. Shocking your entire system so much, the loudest mewl broke free from your lips.

Henry didn’t let up, immediately starting to bounce you up and down on his cock. Attacking your neck, boobs and any other available patch of skin he could reach with his mouth. Sucking, nipping, biting and kissing.

“Ah-fuck… He-Henry so good.”

He muttered between his grunts, “Yeah? You feel…-fuck you feel so good darling.”

Already the pressure inside kept building, as Henry picked up the speed. Core burning deliciously with every thrust upwards, cock pounding into you without abandon.

His big hands slid down to your ass, shifting his hips he rammed into your special spot, “Ah, ah- gonna- gonna come,” you moaned.

The pressure inside soaring higher and higher then it tipped over, as Henry brushed that very spot just right.

Black spots filling your vision, body shaking, cunt twitching violently as you came. Henry groaned, thrusting a final time upwards, before he spilled into you, filling you to the brim with his hot, white semen. “Fu-fuck…”

You blinked up at him owlishly, completely robbed of your day’s energy. He smiled down on you, gently running a thumb over your cheek, “You alright, down there, love?”

“Hmm.”

His chest shook lightly as he chuckled, “Fucked the words right out of you, huh?”

You snuggled into him, replying truthfully, “You sure did.”

Henry hugged you closer, amused by your thorough exhaustion, “Hey, are you falling asleep on me?”

You grumbled as he shook you gently, “Stop moving, ‘m sleepy…”

“So you want to stay like this then?” You nodded, ignoring his playful tone, because you really wanted to stay like this.

“Okay, rest. Love you, my darling.”

Before you drifted off, you mumbled back, “Love you, too.”

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Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 4

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller

Word Count: 4,633

Warnings: Pure SMUT. Literally, its porn with a plot. Protected P in V, oral sex (both male and female), fingering, squirting, cum swallowing, hickeys, tit worship, major size kink (he's just so big in all aspects that I can't help myself!), Naughty words,

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own.

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 3

Every bit of blood in my body rushed straight to my dick. Here we are sitting in the parking lot of the family owned Italian restaurant in town and I am so achingly hard I could barely breathe. I turn to Emma, grab the back of her neck and smash our lips together in a zealous and indecent kiss. Her hand rests on my thigh so she can pull herself closer and deepen the kiss. Our tongues caress and massage each other sensually disregarding the fact that we are in a public space. We swap dirty kisses across the truck console for a minute or two before pulling back.

“Shit, sugar. You can’t say things like that outside of the house where I can do somethin’ about it. I feel like a teenager trying to hide my hard-on.” Emma giggles knowing exactly how much of a tease she’s being as she reaches over and presses her hand against the bulge in my jeans. I grunt and wrap my hand around her much smaller one on top of my erection. I’ve gotta get her alone even if it’s just to keep kissin’ on her.

“Would you be opposed to coming back to mine for a little bit? I’ve got Mills in a crate and even though he hasn’t had any accidents yet, I don’t want to push my luck so early on.”

“Absolutely.” She says and I lean forward to peck her lips again.

I put my arm out behind her headrest so I can back up the truck and feel her instinctively lean closer towards me. Her teeth graze over her kiss swollen bottom lip and I almost growl.

I somehow make it home safely and park in my driveway in record time. I hop out and lock the truck so she can’t get out while I run around and open the door for her. She shakes her head while smiling and takes my hand to jump down. I intertwine our fingers as I walk to the front door. I need to get my garage all cleaned out from excess building materials so I can park inside the next time I bring her here in case it’s raining or too hot, I think to myself.

I let her inside the house and head toward Mills’ crate so that I can let him and Aika outside. Aika slowly and methodically stretches with a gentle tail wag as she greets us whereas Mills’ tail is wagging so hard he’s about to fall over as Emma crouches down to see him. The sexual tension between us is not as heavy as it was in my truck, but it’s definitely still there.

“Hi baby. I missed you too! Let’s go outside to potty! I don’t need you having an accident on the floor. Come on cutie pie.” She says to Mills before reaching out to Aika, cooing at her and giving her some head scratches. We follow the dogs outside so I can make sure Mills doesn’t run off and I reach over and pull Emma into my arms. I slowly stroke up and down her back as she wraps her arms around my neck and bashfully smiles.

“No pressure, remember? I can take you home any time just say the word.”

“I know Austin.” She says quietly before reaching on her tiptoes to kiss me. It’s a simple kiss that doesn’t hold even a quarter of the lust that our car kisses held. It’s more intentional, it’s trusting. As if I didn’t feel the emotions that she put into the kiss, she spoke them aloud. “Even though I just met you, I trust you more than I probably should.” I kiss her once more before responding.

“I trust you too.” She smiles at me as I stare into her ocean eyes. She runs her soft fingertips through my course beard as we kiss again.

A few minutes later, I whistle and the dogs head right back to the door. I’ll have to take them on a hike tomorrow to let them exercise but tonight I had other plans. Mills is chomping at the bits to get out some energy but he’ll be alright for tonight.

We got back inside and I directed the dogs to their beds. Mills was still learning but catching on to my different commands pretty quickly so he only needed a few redirections.

I looked at Emma and wrapped her into my arms as I pressed her body against mine. “Couch?” I asked while motioning with my head to the old leather couch in the living room and she shook her head no.

“Bed.” She whispered with a look like she was undressing me with her eyes. I grabbed her hand and started leading her to the staircase before I dipped down and picked her up over my shoulder. She squealed and smacked my butt and I playfully smacked hers in return as I hauled her up the stairs. After I opened my bedroom door, I slid her body down my front feeling her curves and breath against my neck. Once she was on her feet, she swallowed loudly before she ran her hands under the edge of my t-shirt. I leaned down to start kissing her while holding her jaw as her hands became braver and she let her fingers explore further up my torso. Her nails began lightly scratching across my abdomen under my shirt when I felt her smirk into our kiss.

“Finally gettin’ those belly scratches.” She joked and I grinned back at her. I reached down and grabbed her ass cheek in her shorts and replied, “I’m about to start drooling just like Aika.”

I pressed her tightly against my body before reaching behind my neck and pulling my shirt off and throwing it in the floor.

“Mmm..you’re so sexy, Austin.” She whispered as her hands roamed over my pecs and abs and I smiled widely. Before I could reply, she stepped back and pulled her top over her head and I saw a little belly button piercing that I didn’t know she had which made me lose my train of thought.

“Fuck me” I grunted under my hand as I ran my hand across my beard looking at her in her strapless black lacy bra. I reached to run my thumb across her belly piercing and she ran her arms up and down my biceps.

“I like this very much.” I told her gruffly.

She smirked, “College cheer squad all got them done together my freshman year. My dad almost had a stroke when he found out 3 months after I got it.” I grinned at her confession.

“Mmm.. you’re so beautiful.” I told her as I lightly kissed her neck. She gasped softly as my beard scraped the delicate skin below her ear. I felt her hands start opening my belt and shorts and I helped her slide them down my thighs so I was just in my black boxer briefs. I’m sure she could see everything I was packin' as my cock strained against the fabric. I reached down and unbuttoned her white shorts and she shimmied out of them before reaching up to kiss me again. I loved feeling her soft skin against my chest but if possible I got even harder as she stepped back, reached behind her and unclasped her bra before tossing it on the floor beside her. She stood there and self-consciously played with hands for a moment while letting me soak in the view.

“Goddamn, sugar. You’re the most exquisite woman I’ve ever seen.” I grumbled. I’ve always been a tits man and I’ve just been presented with the most beautiful pair I’ve ever gazed upon. Her perfectly round swells looked like they would fit flawlessly in my palms. The smooth skin decorated with pale pink nipples that strained and peaked from either her arousal or the coolness of the air. Her hair fell in soft waves around them as she watched me eye fuck her form. I bit my lip and with a grunt grabbed her hip bones and pushed her warm breasts against my chest. I groaned at the feel of her against me in nothing but a lacy black thong.

“You feel so good against me.” I murmured against her neck before catching her lips again with a sensual kiss. As we kissed, I walked her backwards to my bed and laid her down on her back. I ran my hand along her side before I reached and cupped her breast in my hand and groaned in approval. I began kissing and sucking down her neck until my mouth made it to her breast where I sucked Emma’s tit into my mouth. It didn’t escape my attention that she clamped her legs together in an attempt to create some friction, but I didn’t want to skip steps and rush through this. You can never redo your first time with a new partner and I didn’t want to be hasty. She deserved to have her body worshipped and I had every intention to do so. After paying sufficient attention to her right breast, I switched to the left that I had been massaging with my hand.

“Please, baby. Do something.” She whined as I continued focusing on her chest.

“Uh uh, let me take my time with you. I want to worship every bit of you tonight, sweetheart. You deserve for me to take my time.” I replied as I kissed, suckled, and tweaked her nipple before sucking a hickey into the top of her breast. She gasped and arched her back essentially pushing herself further into me. Once I was satisfied with the love bite, I decided the other one needed one as well. I sucked hickeys on her chest and stomach before making my way to the waistband of her panties. After I kissed each hip bone, I looked up at her asking for permission.

“Can I take these off, sugar?”

“Yes.” She whispered and lifted her hips for me to pull them down. I was greeted with the world’s most perfect pussy right in front of me. She instinctively pulled her legs back together and although I wanted to rip them apart to get a taste, I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable.

“Darlin’, please let me taste ya?” I asked while rubbing her thighs gently.

“You don’t have to do that, Austin. I know men don’t like it.”

“Men don’t like it? I don’t know what little boys you’ve been fucking with but eating an impeccable little peach like this is my idea of paradise. I want to, if you’ll let me. You smell amazing.” She blushed bright red and nodded.

“Words, darlin’. I want there to be no question that I have your consent.”

“Yes, Austin. You can taste me if you really want too.” She whispered and I grabbed her thigh and began leaving a gentle trail of kisses along it while massaging her other leg. When I got to her core, I placed a closed mouth kiss on top of her mound before peppering kisses along her other leg. I spread her legs open and damn, what a sight. She was clean shaven so I could see that her petals were glistening with her sweet arousal. I inhaled deeply and she squirmed as I placed a hot, wet kiss directly to her clit.

“Shit! Oh my god!” She said as her arms flailed out beside her and fisted the comforter.

“Just relax, sugar, and let Sy take care of you.” I licked down to her opening and back up to her clit with my tongue flattened wide. I lapped at her sweet essence greedily before sliding my middle finger into her tight channel.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good Austin…Don’t.. don’t stop Sy.”

“You taste divine, angel. Never tasted anything as good as you. So sweet.” I murmured against her heat and the vibrations of my voice stimulated her clit. I quickly slid my ring finger inside her along with my middle finger and curved them upwards as I felt around for her g-spot. I knew I found it when I heard her whine.

“Ahhh, right there baby. Right there!” I fight to refrain from humping my erection against the bed like a horny dog to relieve some pressure. Hearing her moans and watching her squirm while tasting her on my tongue is the most erotic thing but I need to focus.

“Mmm is that your sweet spot, babygirl? Did I find the spot that makes you extra tingly?” I grunt against her clitoris.

“Yes! Oh god, I think I’m going to cum. It feels different but so good. Please don’t stop!”

“I ain’t stoppin’ sugar. Not until you cum. Cum on my tongue, let me have it.” I say and moments later Emma’s entire body seizes up and her back arches. She moans so loudly I can barely keep from cumming in my boxers just at the sight and sound of her. I feel her hands reach down to my buzzcut as she tried to find something to hold onto and I made sure I had her hips pinned to the bed with my forearm. I continue lapping at her and am a little surprised when her juices splash against my face and chest. I double down and keep doing exactly what made her cum while swallowing up all of her arousal that I can. When she starts gently squirming away, I realize that she’s probably extra sensitive now so I gently kiss her thighs, hips, and belly. I place a kiss on her belly ring before I wipe my beard with my hand and slide up beside her. Emma’s arm is covering her face and her body is heaving as she catches her breath. She removes her arm from her face and I am greeted with her beautiful eyes staring up at me with exhaustion and possibly adulation.

“Holy shit. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.” She says and I chuckle before I lean down and kiss her lips.

“Yeah, never squirted before?” I ask smugly.

“I SQUIRTED?!” she yells with a look of terror and embarrassment.

“Sure did, sugar, and I drank every bit I could catch in my mouth. It was fucking glorious.” I wagged my eyebrows at her proudly.

“I’ve never.. I mean, I knew it felt different and I was really wet because it was so much more intense. I didn’t realize my body could even do that. Oh God, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Don’t you dare be embarrassed. It’s my goal to make sure you have those type of orgasms as much as you possibly can. I almost came just from doing it to you.” I tell her truthfully.

I lean over and pull her into a filthy kiss. She reciprocates the kiss before pushing me on my back and kissing down my chest.

“Can I take these off?” She asks as her hand slides under the elastic waistband of my boxers.

“Sure can, angel.” I say as I help her pull my boxers off.

“Fuck, you’re huge. There’s no way that will fit without ripping me in half.” She says quietly while she wraps her little fist around my girth. Her thumb swipes across the bead of precum on the head and massages it down my shaft. It looks better than I imagined it would be having her hands on me. I know I’m likely a bit more well-endowed than most men, but I never get tired of hearing it. I grin at her with a wink.

“Nah, we can make it fit and take it slow and gentle if that’s what you want darlin’. I promise I won’t hurt you. We don’t have to do anything if you aren’t comfortable with it.”

“No, I want too! The men I’ve been with before are like pencils compared to you though.”

She startles as I laugh boisterously at her comparison.

“Well, I’m glad all of those pencil dicks are in the past sweetheart.”

“Me too.” She giggles before leaning forward to kiss me as her small, cold hands start pumping my rigid, heated cock. Her breasts brush against my chest hair and it feels indescribable.

Emma starts kissing down my neck and chest before she gently bites one of my nipples and I jolt from the unexpectedness. She glances at me and smirks with my nipple in between her teeth and her hand on my cock. It’s incredibly sexy seeing how confidently she is exploring my body.

“You little minx. You have no idea what you do to me, do ya?”

Emma sensually and slowly shakes her head no as she licks further down to my happy trail. She pecks all around my trimmed pubic hair before she starts to kitten lick my cock.

I’m torn between throwing my head back while screwing my eyes shut tightly to keep myself from blowing my load already, and watching every move she makes so I don’t miss anything. I take a deep breath before opening my eyes to look back down at her where she looks straight into my eyes and takes me into her mouth.

“Fuckkkk sugar.” I groan and her hand works the base of my cock and her hot, wet mouth sucks the rest of me. I push a strand of hair from her face as I watch her. She pulls back with a pop before she spits on the head of my cock. Her other hand begins to softly massage my balls. Jesus, this image is better than any porn that could ever exist. She uses her hand to lube up my dick before taking a deep breath and shoving her mouth as deeply onto my cock as she can. I feel her throat constrict as she slightly gags around me and her eyes tear up. I pull her hair out of her face as she goes down on me again and hold it like a ponytail. I start to squirm each time she takes me in the back of her throat. I look at her and see tears in her eyes. I help her pull back a bit and she pulls off all the way with a pop and takes a deep breath.

“Baby, don’t hurt yourself now.” I tell her gruffly as I wipe her tears.

“I want to make it good for you.” She responds.

“Sugar, anything you do is good for me. You have no idea how difficult it’s been since you kissed me in the car to keep from blowing my load. You are so unbelievably beautiful and sexy darlin’. I’m trying not to come in ten seconds like an inexperienced teenager.”

“Mmm, but I want to taste you. Cum for me, Austin. Don’t hold back.” Emma says sexily and I groan as her hand still lazily strokes me.

“Yeah? Well, I’ll give you anything you want. Just don’t hurt yourself.” I tell her and guide her back onto me. The foreplay early on has me antsy and everything she is doing is making me see stars. As she has essentially given me permission, I grunt as I’m seconds away from exploding. “I’m bout to..” I manage to grumble out before I moan loudly and cum in her mouth only after another minute of her sucking me. She swallows each spurt as it shoots out of me. My head tilts back as my orgasm washes over my body and Emma keeps working me through it. I still have my hand loosely in her hair as I help her off of me and kiss her desperately. She seems shocked that I’m kissing her after I just came in her mouth so I kiss her even more intensely. I can barely taste myself on her tongue and if anything, it turns me on more since she was willing to do that for me. I’m not a spring chicken like I was once, so I’ll need a minute or two if she’s wanting to continue to the main attraction. I don’t want her to feel pressured though so I just lay back and continue kissing her as our hands roam each other’s bodies. I grab a handful of her ass and she whines as she slowly starts rocking herself against me. I push my thigh between her legs and she keens as she involuntarily grinds against it. She’s wet and hot on my thigh and my cock is readying itself to go again. I pull her flush against my thigh and flex my leg muscle and she moans. “Your sweet little body feels perfect against me. That’s right, baby. Grind your sweet little cunt on my thigh. Does that feel good?” I utter against her neck. She exposes her neck to the side to give me more access.

“Mmm hmm..” She hums.

“Tell me what you want, sugar.” I tell her.

“You.”

“Be specific. What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me, Sy.”

“Yeah?”

She nods and I kiss her breathlessly. I turn to hover over her as I lay her on her back.

I reach over towards my nightstand and rummage through looking for a condom before I finally find one.

God, she looks ethereal laying under me. Her hair fanned out across the pillow, big blue doe eyes looking up at me above her. Her breasts rising and falling quickly as she breathes heavily from anticipation of what’s to come. Her sexy little smirk as she sees me taking in her beauty. I try to take a mental picture so that this image stays in my head forever. I watch her slide her delicate fingers slowly down her breasts and belly to her clit and gently circle it as she bites her bottom lip. Little minx knows exactly what she’s doing. I growl and rip the condom packet open with my teeth and pull the rubber out before tossing the foil package on the nightstand. I look down and Emma reaches forward to pump me a few times with her delicate little hands. I grunt and then slide the condom on before reaching down and making sure she’s still ready for me. I immediately slide two fingers in and she moans as I scissor my fingers to gently stretch her out. She’s still so wet and feels incredibly tight and warm.

“Austin, I need you. Now.” She moans as her hands grab onto my biceps.

I lean down and press a dirty, lustful kiss to her mouth before guiding myself to her entrance.

She moans with pleasure as I press the tip of my cock into her weeping hole and begin to slowly inch myself further into her heat.

“Fuck, Emma. You feel so good. So perfect.” I strain to say as I’m halfway inside her.

“Mmm. So big baby.” She replies.

“Am I hurting ya?” I ask just to be sure.

“No, keep going. Feels good. Just go slow and gentle.”

“Alright, just relax. Imma take good care of ya.” She is absurdly tight. I swear it’s like fucking a virgin and if she wasn’t wet there would be no way I could ease in without hurting her. She looked mighty fine being split open on my cock, though. I groan with pleasure when I finally sink all the way into her, my balls tight against her ass. I force myself to stay completely still to give her time to adjust to the intrusion. I lean down and kiss her.

“Jesus, you’re so big. M’all full.” She says breathlessly. I gently rub my hand across her belly where I can see the slight protrusion of my dick inside of her.

“Yeah, ya feel this?” I take her hand and press on her abdomen and she clenches. “That’s me sugar, all the way up here inside of ya.” She purposefully clenches down on me and I groan.

“Move, baby.” She commands and I don’t hesitate. Slowly I pull almost all of the way out of her before gently pushing back in. After a minute or so of gentle, methodical thrusts she wants more.

“Don’t hold back. Fuck me harder, Captain Syverson.” She breathes against my neck and my hips stutter for just a moment at my title before I excitedly pick up the pace. Her arms wrap around my neck as I piston in and out of her and her soft pants of pleasure are right in my ear. I’m going to cum before she does if she keeps that up. I quickly pull out of her and I see a brief moment of worry flash across her face before I flip her over and pull her perfect round ass in the air. I hadn’t given myself the opportunity to look at this sweet ass earlier so I admire it for a moment. I knead her cheeks before smacking the meat of her perky ass. I quickly reinsert myself into her warmth before running my calloused hand down her smooth back and grabbing her hair. I gently pull it towards me which causes Emma to arch her back in the sexiest way.

“Oh fuck yeah!" She cries and I grunt and set a methodical yet satisfying rhythm. I reach down and start rubbing her clit as she turns and looks at me over her shoulder.

“Like watching your Captain while he fucks you hard, Sugar?” I grunt with a smirk and she nods enthusiastically.

“Mmm taking Captain’s cock like a good girl. My good girl.” I rumble and she clamps down even tighter on me which makes me groan. I fuck her like this for a several minutes as she gets closer to her climax before I decide to turn her back over.

I toss her back onto the bed, throw her legs over my shoulders, and push back into her.

“I could feel you squeezing on my cock and I didn’t want to miss watching another orgasm wash across your beautiful face.” I tell her as I pound into her. I stick my thumb into her mouth and she instinctively sucks. I pull my thumb back out and reach down to rub gentle circles on her clit with it as I watch her breast jiggle with each thrust.

“Oh my god. You feel so good inside of me, Cap.” She moans. Her eyes glaze over as she bites her lip and grabs her breasts with her hands gently tweaking her nipples.

“Let go for me, sugar. You’re clenching on me so tight. I’m not far behind you.” I tell her between ragged breathes.

I force my eyes open to watch her as her orgasm course across her body. Her back arches and she lets out a sensual moan as her legs begin to twitch and shake against my shoulders. Her eyes roll back in her head and I watch the goosebumps form across her skin as her nipples are peaked and her chest is flushed. She’s so wet that I can hear the squelching as my balls smack against her ass and then my eyes slam shut when I’m thrust into my own euphoric climax. I slam into her three more times before stilling and filling the condom with my spend. I’m out of breath and covered in sweat as I lean over her but don’t put my weight on her petite body. Emma reaches up and gently scratches the back of my buzzcut as we catch our breaths. After a moment, I pull out of her, tie off the condom and toss it to the waste basket in my bedroom. I dump my body over to the side of her as my breathing regulates and I place my arm protectively across her waist.

Part 5

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2d-reality · 1 year ago

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Little Things (The Envious Thirdborn)

characters: Leviathan, GN!MC navigation: Lucifer | Mammon | Levi | Satan | Asmo | Beel | Belphie content/warnings: little things you do for the brothers, out of love. fluff. established relationship (implied you are dating all seven brothers equally with the exception of mammon whom i love more) word count: 1334, this one got away from me a little notes: Each brother has their own part, linked above. I am still my own editor and I loathe editing, so please forgive any mistakes!

Adrenaline pulses through Levi’s veins. His hands shake with it, even as he sits back in his gaming chair, and cold shock ices over the hot rush of blood in his veins.

A Sucre Frenzy collectible has slipped from his grasp. It was a limited-time run, only live for a few minutes, given how quickly stock had sold out. He’d been watching the drop for days, even though the band had only posted vaguely to something happening, with a link to a blank webpage with a countdown. No one had known what it was they were hinting at, and even though Levi had what he thought was every e-commerce website preloaded to ensure a fulfilled order no matter what website hosted a flash sale, the limited edition merch he’d coveted since the launch went live was now nothing more than a distant dream. Maybe he didn’t click fast enough. Maybe the slight error in the shipping address that had forced him to re-enter his details had pushed him out of the running. Maybe Sucre Frenzy knew that he was just a worthless shut in, and didn’t deserve the special treatment. Maybe he just wasn’t good enough after all. He should have known.

A frantic knock at his bedroom door registered dimly in the midst of his self-deprecating spiral. It isn’t until his tail, flicking anxiously behind him, knocks over the stack of manga next to his desk and he hears the sound of your voice on the other side of the door, that his thoughts grind to a halt long enough to push his body into action.

It’s muscle memory that gets him up, still half-lost in his head, and leads him to the door. He’s speaking the other half of this week’s special passphrase before he even realizes he’s doing it. He reaches for the door handle, then pauses. For a moment, he watches his hand tremble, and hears you again.

“Levi?”

Sucking in a breath, he opens the door, and the smile you wear nearly blinds him. You’re clutching your DDD to your chest and look fit to bursting.

“So?” you chirp. “Did you see it? I bet you’re excited to get it all! We don’t even know exactly what they’re giving us!”

Us. You had managed to get your hands on the drop. Jealousy sparks in his chest, sharp and biting, and for a moment, he resents you. He was the one who introduced you to Sucre Frenzy, and now you were the competition. In the next moment, a bucket of cold shame is dumped over his head. He couldn’t be angry with you, not really, not when your eyes sparkle in the ambient light of Henry’s fish tank. The green monster still coats his tongue as he speaks. His tail swishes over the tile behind him as he grips the side of his bedroom door, attempting to shield himself from your exuberance.

“I didn’t get it.” It sounds pathetic in his head, but comes out of his mouth as a snarl. Your expression falls.

“Oh.” You take a step forward, maybe without even thinking about it, and he begins to shut the door without thinking either. “Oh, Levi.”

Your foot stops him from shutting himself out completely, and you slip inside. “What happened? You’re usually lightning fast.” Your gaze slides to his monitor setup, and you take a step before stopping yourself, turning back to him to await a response and permission to continue. He can’t find anything to say, but forces something out anyway as jealousy clouds his mind.

“It’s stupid.��

Your hand settles on his arm, soft and unobtrusive. Your brow is furrowed, and while your eyes are sad, your voice is firm. “You’re not stupid.”

Levi realizes he’d said I’m stupid. Shame shocks down his spine twofold. You hated it when he talked down to himself. Hot tears well in his eyes as he shuts his bedroom door and crowds his body against it, forehead pressed to the wood and shoulders hunched forward. Your hand slips from him in the process, and his tail curls around both of his legs. Now he had not only lost out on this once-in-a-lifetime drop, but he’d disappointed you, too. He really was a useless idiot.

“I hope you like your merch,” he says. He means it, at least partially, but you can hear the jealousy in his voice. “Just leave me alone.”

You’re silent for a second. Levi waits for the word of encouragement you’re sure to leave before you go, holding back angry tears until he can hear the door shut behind you.

“Levi. I didn’t get this drop for me. You can have it.”

He doesn’t believe you. He was too slow, not well prepared enough, he didn’t deserve the merch. He wasn’t quick and bright, like you. He wishes you would leave him to his misery, but it seems you’re not done.

“Not to mention, I can’t leave.”

He glares at you from over his shoulder. “Why not?”

The corner of your mouth twitches as you gesture to him. “You’re standing in front of the door.”

He is, you’re right again, and the third hit to his fragile ego is enough to shatter it. All mirth vanishes from your face as his chin quivers and tears finally spill over his lashes.

“Leviathan,” you say, gently, and he allows you to take him into your arms. His tail wraps around you before the rest of him, and you hold him with one hand bracing the back of his neck, and the other secured around his waist, pressed as close as you can be. He buries his face into your neck, and your cheek rests over his ear. “I mean it,” you continue as he shakes. “I know you like to have one thing to use and one to preserve, so I figured I would try to snag a second set. It won’t be exactly how you want, but I really only wanted to get it at all for you.”

A whine pulls from his throat. He knows you well enough by now to know you’re telling the truth. You’re too good to him.

Your hand strokes his hair, nails catching on the base of one of his antlers. “Shit happens. It isn’t your fault you didn’t make it this time, but you also have your Henry as backup. I’d never let my Lord of Shadows miss out on something I know is important, if I can help it.”

You pull away, and he reluctantly lets you, but can’t bear to look at your face. Your gentle fingers brush his long bangs out of his eyes, and the hem of your sleeve brushes over his ruddy cheeks, catching a few more tears. “I love you more than any piece of merch. And who knows, maybe Mammon caught on to the hype and managed to get in to turn it at a million grimm markup. I bet I can convince him to -ahem- permanently loan it to you. Through me.”

This makes him chuckle, and he risks a glance at you to see you smiling. Your expression, coupled with your touch still tingling on his face, soothes over the hurt like a balm.

“Thank you, MC.”

You set his heart pounding again by pressing a trail of kisses across his cheek, to the corner of his mouth. “Of course. Now, they leaked a new music video link in my receipt email, so we have to watch it before anyone else does.”

This brightens him significantly. “Really? Yeah!” He breaks away to bound over to his computer. You forward him the link, and pull your matching gaming chair next to his, settling in to help him liveblog his reaction.

You’re true to your word, and when the conspicuously large package arrives a few weeks later, you’re breathless at his door in seconds. You hold the camera while he livestreams the unboxing, and neither of you is sure who is smiling brighter.

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joelslegalwhre · 2 years ago

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Hey anon! I love the idea, thanks for your request <3

Just us

pairing ⁀➷ henry cavill x fem!reader

word count ⁀➷ 2.2k

summary ⁀➷ up in the ask

warnings ⁀➷ age gap (reader is in early 20’s, henry is 38), pure fluff, drunk Henry (but not in a bad way?), H/F means Henry's Friend, paparazzi

a/n ⁀➷ thanks for the request anon this was a blast to write!

Since an anon pointed this out to me; („paparazzi get called and scheduled“) they can also get their information about the whereabouts of a celeb from bartenders, spotters, etc… Please remember that I write fiction and not everything is like real life 100% of the time 🫶

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The night was truly not as you would have imagined it to be.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful.“ He slurred in your ear.

Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body. You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra.

Henry was drunk as hell, and you had to get him home now before he did something in public, that he would regret later.

Luckily, one of his mates had your number and texted you about half an hour ago.

H/F: Hey Y/N can you please pick Henry up? We might have had a little too much of…. everything...

You: I'm on my way

You instantly hoped that there would be no press around.

You couldn't use paparazzi now, but they kind of always knew where Henry was. At any time of the day… or night.

Henry's friend had sent you the address of the club right after your last message.

Usually Henry wasn't someone who partied much. You spent your weekends together on the couch, walking Kal, or cooking together. But who never went out partying on a weekend?

"Kal?" you peeked through the door into the living room. His head lifted from his big dog bed, and he looked at you, panting.

"I'm going to pick up Daddy, will you watch the house while I'm gone?" Excitedly, he wagged his tail when he trotted to you as if confirming it to you to watch out. Lovingly, you petted him behind his ears. "I won't be gone for long."

"Alright." You muttered to yourself as the car came to a hold. You thanked the cab driver who would wait for you, and got out at the back entrance of the club. You wouldn't have found a parking space in front of the club by car, so the cab was clearly the better option.

Fortunately, it wasn't very busy, and you couldn't see any paparazzi. You took your ID out of your pocket and immediately received a few strange looks from the security guards. Sure, probably very few people came here in jeans, a hoodie and sneakers.

The club was loud and sweaty, and you could feel the bass of the music pulse through your body.

Just then you realized that you didn't know where they were, and the club was quite big, so you texted Henry's friend again.

You: I'm here, where are you?

H/F: At the bar, you have to get to the back of the club

You: Thanks

Making your way through the crowd, you began to sweat in your hoodie but couldn't take it off unless you wanted to walk around in only your bra, which you obviously didn't. You saw them just a moment later, all of them looking rather drunk. A chuckle left your lips when you saw Henry on a bar stool, resting his elbow on the counter. He was clearly drunk as hell. You wondered how they managed not to get the attention of the whole club by now, usually wherever Henry went the people recognized him. Right when you thought that, two girls walked up to them.

Henry didn't even see them, too interested to get the bartender's attention for another drink. His friends did though, just for the two girls to tap Henry's shoulder and flash him a flirty smile. He turned around by the sudden touch and drew his brows together. You couldn't hear what they were saying, but you grinned when he pursed his lips, shaking his head with raised brows.

He removed the girl's hand off of his arm, and his friends suppressed a laugh.

Just then, you finally reached them and immediately caught Henry's attention. „Hi, boys.“ you greeted his friends, and immediately got smiles and waving hands back.

„Excuse me, if you'd be so nice…“ You dryly said and squeezed past the girls, „l'm going to get this drunk mountain of a man home.“

„And who are you?" One of them asked with a deprecating look, eyeing you up and down.

„Mine." Henry answered for you. He grabbed the hem of your hoodie and pulled you to his chest. „Hey baby.” He purred as he put his big hands on your cheeks and kissed you.

You could taste the alcohol on his lips but didn't mind one bit. His curls were tousled, and you wanted to run your hands through them, to make them even messier. And as much as you wanted to keep kissing him, you broke away from him.

Henry still had his hands on your cheeks.

Your hands went to his and gently withdrew them from your cheeks. "You need a bed." you laughed lightly.

"Only if you are part of the bed too." He grinned and you shook your head, giggling. "Not today, Cavill."

Henry grimaced, „C'mon baby…..please".

„How old are you anyway?" one of them interrupted the two of you. „Yeah, are you even allowed into a club?" the two girls were still giving you deprecating looks,

„I'm old enough, thanks for your concern." you tried your best to sound as nice as you could.

„Henry... c'mon bear, let's go home." you said, trying to get him off the barstool.

„You look beautiful." He slurred in your ear. Goosebumps immediately spread over your entire body.

You quickly kissed the corner of his lips, "Thanks. You look terribly handsome though, even drunk.“ you whispered with a chuckle, „That should be illegal."

His hands wandered to your hips, his fingers tracing shapes all the way up to your bra. „Stop that." you lightly chuckled. Your hands softly grabbed his and removed them from your sides. „You can do that at home. When you're sober." you whispered into his ear, knowing damn right what it would do to him.

You turned to Henry's friend who had texted you, „Thank you." you chuckled, and he just raised his glass with a smile and nodded.

„Alright, let's go." you chuckled and took Henry's large hand. „Night, boys.

"They all gave an almost harmonic, and drunken, "Ciao, y/n", which made you laugh.

On your way out, you could still feel the gazes of the two girls on your back.

The same security guards that eyed you for your unusual choice of clothes when you entered the club, were now giving you the same looks. Not because of your clothes, though. You and Henry's hands were intertwined as you two exited the club, and he continued whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You knew that look, it wasn't the „Omg, look that's Henry Cavill!“ , but rather the „She must at least be 15 years younger than him." look.

And even though there were almost 17 years between you and Henry, you looked even younger than you really were. Something the press absolutely loved, of course.

The moment you and Henry walked out of the club, you were greeted by blinding lights, dozens of shouting paparazzi.

Henry's grip on your hand tightened and no matter how drunk he was, he immediately switched to being your protector.

Almost everyone with a camera shouted his name, the few without were shouting various questions;

„How much younger is she?"

„Is this your girlfriend, Henry?"

„Who is she?"

„What's the name of the girl, Henry?"

And so much more that got lost in all the voices and shouting.

Henry let go of your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulder, protecting you from the paparazzi. „Give us some space, goddamn." you could hear how he tried not to sound as drunk as he really was. And you loved him even more for doing his best to keep you safe even when he wasn't feeling his best.

He pressed you against his chest and continued mumbling complaints.

Normally Henry was one of the most polite celebrities you knew, he smiled and gave them answers most of the time, but today they were definitely crossing a line.

He didn't stop walking, nor taking his arm from your shoulder when he grabbed the hood on your hoodie and pulled it down to shelter your face from them. In all the hectic and flashlights, you totally forgot that you could do that. Which once more showed that Henry might have been drunk, but he was still your protector, no matter what.

You helped him by guiding the way to the cab, still waiting for you outside the club. The paparazzi were following you until both of you got in, the car door shutting out their questions and the sounds of clicking cameras. „Fuck, I'm sorry, peaches."

„It’s fine, Hen. Don’t worry about it.“

Last night when you had made it home, Kal was impatiently waiting for you two. Whenever you didn't come home with Henry, which got rarer with each week, he got quite confused why his new mommy wasn't coming home with his dad.

Who was absolutely wasted right now. When he hit the soft bed, a moan left his mouth. „Wait a second before you fall asleep." you giggled, „l'll be right back." With Kal by your side, you went downstairs into the kitchen, getting Henry a glass of water and ibuprofen.

„Look at him, Kal." the dog looked at his dad and back up to you. A snort escaped your mouth. The mattress sank down next to Henry. „Babe... Hen." you lightly caressed his cheek. „It's better to take them now."

His eyes opened only so much to see you, he groaned but took the glass and the pill out of your hand.

You heard the door to the living room open and close, your head turning in Henry's direction. He blinked a few times, probably because the sun was still brightly illuminating the room. You looked up at him from were you were sitting on the floor, scratching Kal behind his ears, while Henry approached you. „Morning, bear." you smiled at him.

„Good morning, peaches." The sight of you and Kal together in his home was one of the things Henry loved the most. Thus, why he always wanted you to stay at his, so much so that it wouldn't take him much longer to ask you to move out of your own apartment.

He sat down on the couch behind you and patted his broad tights. He hugged your waist as you snuggled up to him, one leg draped over his thigh. „Thanks for the painkillers." he mumbled into your hair, breathing in the scent.

They smelled like peaches, and more so like home. „lt's an old trick my cousin told me about. The headaches are much less painful if you take them at night first and then again in the morning." you grinned at him. Henry kissed your forehead, keeping his lips there a little longer.

„l love you." he whispered.

„I love you too." your hands rested on his muscular chest. You just laid there for some time, Kal sleeping on his dog pillow, and listening to the birds singing outside.

„I bet the pictures are everywhere by now.”

You raised your head to look at him. A heavy breath escaped your lungs and Henry stroked your hair.

„Let them talk." you said.

„Who are they to tell us what to do and whom to date? Martin Freeman is married to Rachel Mariam, and she is 21 years younger than him." you played with Henry's fingers, „it's not like l'm underage.” Henry chuckled at your comparison.

„But you know what you are?" Henry asked with a soft smile. You propped yourself up on his chest, „What?"

„You are the woman I love. You are the only one I will ever love and the one I want to call the mother of my children. You," he stopped and looked at you with a look of pure love, „You're all I want."

With that, he had taken all the air from your lungs. Your mouth was slightly open and tears began to run down your cheeks.

"Oh baby, don't cry." Henry grinned as he wiped the tears from your cheeks.

"How am I not supposed to cry?" you sniffled. "That was the most beautiful thing I've ever been told. And all those things, everything, I want all those things with you and only you."

As if Kal had been waiting for his moment, he put his head on Henry's thigh, looking at both of you. You giggled as you gently stroked his snout. "You too, Kal."

“l'm glad they know." Henry whispered to your hairline.

„Me too."

He wrapped his hands around you and pressed you back against his chest. His warmth wrapped around you like a blanket, and slowly your eyes closed.

Henry took out his phone to take a picture of the three of you, Kal on his pillow, you asleep on his chest. One of your hands rested on his torso while the other was resting under your head. He smiled at the picture. The sun was still shining into the room, painting everything in a golden light.

With the caption „Just us" he posted the picture. Confirming it to the whole world.

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nesaluvstherecoms · 4 months ago

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𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱.

ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴄᴏʟᴏɴᴇʟ ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ Qᴜᴀʀɪᴛᴄʜ x ʀᴇᴄᴏᴍ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ꜰᴇᴍ. ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: Post-combat physical injuries, heavy wounds, abandonment, anxiety, stress, battle casualties.

ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ʟɪɴᴋ

。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟓: 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐛𝐚𝐭

Y/N releases a heavy sigh that comes from the very depths of her chest. What the fuck is this shit?

Quaritch walks leisurely around the room, bare and muddy feet thumping on the expensive and high tech Holofloor, while his tail swishes side to side behind his large frame.

“The signal was intermittent and they lost it over open water, but…” He states, raising a finger towards Ardmore, before moving his arm up the holographic map. “If you project the track, it hits this island group.” He finishes, circling the image of the archipelago with an open palm. Y/N, John and Henry watch from a one way glass panel on the second story that lets them see what’s unfolding without being noticed, per Y/N’s request. She takes a good look at the holographic projection of the archipelago before turning her eyes to watch for Ardmore’s reaction.

“That’s hundreds of islands.” The General states, shaking her head as she stands in front of the map with her arms crossed over her chest. “That’s a big search box with lots of villages.”

Y/N agrees. This is a huge search area that would require lots of time and effort to search throughly for only one target that’s not even a priority.

“This is our guy.” Quaritch states before Ardmore can get another word in. He turns towards her with his ears folding back and his eyes glinting dangerously as he continues speaking. “You give me ships and aircrafts and I’ll bring you back his scalp.”

While Y/N applauds the enthusiasm, this request remains very high risk and should be immediately off the table. But unfortunately for the Recom, Ardmore still calls the shots.

“Let it go Colonel. He’s gone. Dead for all we know.” The General replies, turning to walk away and end this conversation. Y/N nods once in approval, watching her with focused pupils. Finally, Ardmore is seeing through Quaritch’s bullsh-

“No.” The man retorts, moving with heavy steps towards the entrance to prevent her from leaving without making it seem obvious.

“He’s out there.” He states, pointing towards the outside, while his tail curls around. “Maybe raising an army among the sea clans.” He adds as he moves in front of the entrance where Wainfleet is standing, turning around towards Ardmore.

“This is a coastal installation.” Quaritch states with a firm voice, opening his arms to accentuate his point. “You really want twenty thousand screamin’ Na’vi hit you from your seaward flank?”

That last sentence instills doubt into Ardmore’s mind, and Y/N can see it. The General’s expression looks troubled for a moment and Y/N clenches her jaw. Come on, you can’t really be falling for this, she thinks as she watches Ardmore slowly loose her resolve.

“General, trust me, you need to know Sully is dead.” Quaritch continues, pushing his palms downwards with every word and putting on a concerned face as he tries to persuade his superior. Ardmore clenches her jaw, looking him in the eyes before her head moves downwards. She stares at his and Wainfleet’s feet, completely bare, muddy, and with half of their uniform pants cut off, their shins and calves exposed. She then raises her head, moving her eyes towards the one way screen where she knows Y/N and two of her men are watching. Even though she can’t see them, Ardmore can feel Y/N’s disapproval from a mile away, lingering in the air like a cloud that wants to suffocate in disappointment both Quaritch and Ardmore together.

The General closes her eyes briefly and lets out the heaviest sigh she can muster from the very depths of her soul.

“One Sea Dragon. One week.” She finally states, looking up at Quaritch with an expression that dares him to disagree, before she moves and walks away, heading out with her assistant following close behind.

“Ma’am…” Quaritch states in respect as she walks past him, unable to hide the disappointment in his tone. Just one Sea Dragon? Only one week? What the hell is he supposed to do with that?

Y/N closes her eyes and lets out a deep and disappointed sigh through her nose. John and Henry bring up their Recom Breather masks to sip some carbon dioxide, before the Captain turns towards his superior.

“What’re we thinking, General?”

Y/N slightly grinds her teeth, her eyes carefully eyeing the holographic map of the archipelago that is still displayed above the Holofloor. Hundreds of islands, only one Sea Dragon and only one week.

“I have a feeling that this will turn into a shit-show.”

Putting her keycard on the scanner, Y/N opens the door to her office. She walks inside, combat boots thudding on the expensive hardwood floor while the door slides closed behind her with a gentle hiss. Most of the work is done for the day, the only thing remaining being reviewing and approving a few gun and artillery shipments from Earth, but those can wait. For now she just wants to sit on her comfortable luxurious office chair and watch the view outside from the large glass panel windows. Walking past the two big, Recom-sized couches facing the coffee table in the middle of the office, Y/N makes her way to her desk with long, lazy strides. She plops down on the cushioned office chair with a soft sigh and leans her head back on the top of the headrest. Being the Major General comes with its own benefits, like spacious luxurious office, custom made gear, personal ship and aircraft, customized guns, and Y/N has enjoyed every second of it up until now. The Recom then brings her head forward, turning her eyes on the neat and organized hardwood desk in front of her. The date on her personal datapad shows that almost a week has passed since Ardmore approved Quaritch’s request. By now he better be wrapping it up and coming home victorious. If not then Y/N wouldn’t mind throwing a couple of “I told you so.” in Ardmore’s direction.

As she’s thinking this, something catches her attention, something out of place on her desk. There’s a sticky note placed next to her datapad’s stand. Y/N tilts her head as she looks at the piece of paper in curiosity. Not only was this thing not here when she left her office that morning, but who the hell still uses paper? She reaches out and takes the note in between her slim fingers, bringing it up to her face to read over the words written in elegant handwriting with blue ink.

“Meet me today at 17:00 at the stables in front of the botanical labs’ greenhouses. - Toddy”

Y/N’s brows furrow for a moment before she clears her throat and puts the note back down. She hasn’t seen Toddy since their encounter at the science department wing some months ago. To be entirely fair, Y/N had almost forgotten about her. She’s been so busy with work these past months that Toddy’s suggestion the last time they met had slipped completely out of her mind. Y/N swallows the saliva that seems to have pooled on top of her tongue. Did Toddy get so fed up with Y/N not even acknowledging her existence again that she took matters into her own hands? Y/N shakes her head. No, why should she even care what a science department chick thinks? She’s just another worker below Y/N in this organization. But… it wouldn’t hurt to check out the stables once right…? After all, there’s still places in Bridgehead that Y/N hasn’t had the opportunity to see yet. With that thought in mind, Y/N turns her chair around towards the large glass panel windows behind her and relaxes her muscles. As she watches the construction going on outside as always, her eyes move over to the tree-line in the horizon, outside the perimeter of Bridgehead. Her arm then moves to brings up the analogue watch on her left wrist.

15:00

For some reason, she feels something she hasn’t felt in a long, long time. Butterflies in the pit of her stomach…

Y/N swallows a thick glob of spit down her throat. At least it feels nice to ditch the Recom Breather for once and inhale the fresh air outside. Her steps are firm as she walks through the grounds of the botanical labs, past humans, machines and… animals? Y/N’s eyes widen briefly as she notices multiple small Pandoran animals run around the gardens, carefree and in their own little worlds, leaving prints on the soil as they move. Some humans in breathing masks sigh as the creatures mess up some of the plants but… other than that, the animals are not attacking them. In all of her months on Pandora, Y/N has never seen such a thing. Wild Pandoran animals not completely annihilating humans? What in the science department fuckery is going on here? Some people have now noticed the Recom and they’re just as much in awe to see the Major General there as Y/N is seeing those animals. Noticing this, Y/N hardens her resolve, retaining back her commanding officer demeanor with ears up and relaxed tail and continues forward, leaving the humans to turn their heads behind her and exchange looks with each other.

The botanical labs are the largest amongst all of the labs of the rest of the science department branches. Besides analytics laboratories inside base where they test samples, they also have grounds outside where there are gardens and greenhouses that are used to grow a large variety of Pandoran and Earth plants. But what Y/N didn’t know for a while, is that in front of the greenhouses, there are stables, barns and fenced grounds, where herbivore Pandoran animals are kept. Henry was the one who informed her of this a couple of weeks ago, during one of his rants about Bridgehead and its facilities while the team were all eating breakfast. He was telling them about how food for the Recoms and Avatars comes from these barns and gardens, completely forgetting the plate in front of him as he rambled on in a passion. She remembers how the rest of the squad teased him about being a “fuckin’ Chairborne” (slang for a Marine who spends too much time in an office environment) while they filled their mouths with food and a little smile creeps on her face. She then turns her attention towards her surroundings, where she’s now walking towards the stables.

A large wooden fence surrounds an area of hard, dry ground in front of the large stables, where a herd of sturmbeest are running around erratically under the sun, the fence preventing them from escaping. Y/N’s ears fold back as she gets closer. Usually sturmbeest are calm unless disturbed, so this is strange behavior for them. She walks up to the edge of the fence, her combat boots thudding on the dirt below her feet, before she leans with her elbows on top of the hard wood. Her eyes, half squinted from the sun, search around the running herd, blowing dust in the air and grunting as they run around erratically. The female voice that prevails over the noise gives the Recom all the answers she needs.

“HIYA!”

There she is. As beautiful as the last time that Y/N laid her eyes on her, Toddy expertly rides an adult direhorse as she chases the heard of sturmbeest around. She’s wearing the same RDA scout uniform as last time, but today she has tied her silky black hair back into a low ponytail at the base of her head along with her queue that’s connected to one of the direhorse’s neural whips. A baby blue cowboy hat that casts the right shadow to protect her pretty face from the scorching sun above them sits on top of her head, secured by a thin chin strap around her face. Maneuvering her body expertly with the direhorse’s movement while grasping the reins firmly, and yelling at the sturmbeest to scare them in the right direction, Toddy manages to get the entire herd running towards where she wants them; a gate that leads to a fenced tunnel that’s connected to a large barn. A human man stands at the gate, hand grasping the lock and staring at Toddy with focus. As soon as the sturmbeest near, Toddy lets out a sharp whistle and hearing the mark, the man undoes the lock and swings open the gate. The herd rushes into the now open tunnel, running towards the door of the barn where another human man stands, holding it open. Toddy chases the herd down the tunnel until the last sturmbeest has ran inside the barn and turns her direhorse sideways to protect any open space at the front with its body, until the second man pushes closed the large wooden door of the barn and the first man runs over and does the lock, finally locking the sturmbeest inside their enclosure.

With an enthusiastic cheer, Toddy raises her arms up and laughs, before grabbing the reins of her direhorse and giving both men a smile with her pearly white teeth.

“Thank ya fer yer cooperation gentlemen. That was some fine work.” She says and the men give her some tired chuckles.

“Pleasure to be helping you, Toddy.” One of them replies as the other one turns to leave, before his eyes catch sight of the Recom leaning on the wooden fence, watching them.

“Looks like you’ve got some company.” He adds, giving Toddy a mischievous smirk through his breathing mask, before then giving her a nod and also turning to leave.

Toddy turns her direhorse around with a smile, walking it down the tunnel again until she’s inside the fenced area where the herd was before. Her doe eyes land on Y/N’s form, leaning relaxed on her elbows on the fence with her head tilted and locks falling over the front of one of her shoulders, looking up at Toddy with beautiful amber eyes, a friendly smile and a look that stirs a fury of butterflies in the bottom of Toddy’s stomach. She’s so breathtakingly beautiful to the poor Avatar girl that she forgets how to swallow down for a brief second. Gathering her thoughts, Toddy rides her direhorse slowly to the edge of the fence where Y/N is, holding back an excited smile.

“Ya really came…” She says softly as she stops the large animal, its six strong legs now standing still in front of the Recom who’s still looking up at its rider through long lashes with her head tilted. Y/N’s beautiful smile widens.

“You asked me to. How could I refuse an offer from a pretty lady?” She replies, raising her head to look up at Toddy properly. Y/N’s ears fold back and she swallows as she processes what the hell she just spewed out of her mouth. Did she just… flirt with the science chick? But Toddy’s sweet chuckle brings her attention back to her.

“Oh yeah? Well ya didn’t seem ta be thinkin’ much of this purty lady when ya didn’t even come ta see ‘er during these months.” She replies, tilting her cowboy hat slightly to mock a greeting to Y/N. The General bites the inside of her cheek and chuckles before she swings back and moves her arms, opening them to lean on the fence with her gloved palms.

“Well I hope you’ll forgive this poor General’s manners.” She says, smiling up at Toddy again. The sun is still falling on her eyes and she has to squint them to see the Avatar girl properly, mounted comfortably on the saddle on her direhorse’s back. Toddy smirks.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She replies, before moving her animal to completely press the side of its body to the fence and reaching down a hand towards Y/N. The Recom hesitates for a bit, looking at the smooth palm facing her, but she swallows down her doubts and grasps Toddy’s hand, putting a foot on one of the wooden bars of the fence as the Avatar pulls her up by her arm. Toddy scoots forward to make space for Y/N to sit behind her on the saddle, her tail resting on the General’s thigh as she gets comfortable. When Y/N has sat properly behind her, Toddy grabs the reins with both hands again, and directs the animal to walk slowly towards the stables. Y/N’s hands slide up to Toddy’s shoulders, holding gently for stability and not wanting to get into her personal space too much.

“I picked up a southern drawl from your way of talking that day, but seeing and hearing you today, I have to ask, where are you from?” Y/N asks as Toddy continues riding the animal steadily towards the stables. The Avatar chuckles.

“Wouldn’t ya like ta know, gun girl.” She replies, hesitating for a brief moment before continuing. “I’m a bit reserved about ma background. I hope ya can understand.”

Y/N nods slowly, looking away into the distance momentarily before turning to look over Toddy’s shoulder.

“Trust me, I’m a military woman who’s had plenty types of soldiers under my command. I can understand and respect when someone prefers to keep their background to themselves. A lot of my operators prefer it that way. I as well prefer it that way. It lets us see each other for who we really are, with no judgement.” She says, and that earns her another chuckle from the woman in front of her.

“Thank ya.”

Y/N smiles, changing the topic.

“That was some mean work back there. I’m quite impressed, honestly. And you’re talking more like yourself today. Decided to finally show me your colors, scout girl?” She says and Toddy lets out an amused laugh.

“Yeah, I try ta sound more professional with ya higher up folks. I had ta learn how ta dilute ma accent when I started workin’ ‘ere ‘cuz people couldn’t understand me. But right now, I’m feelin’ like bein’ maself.” She says with a proud tone while raising her head up and Y/N can’t help but chuckle at her honest personality.

“Well consider me charmed.”

The direhorse now walks into the stables, shielding both women from the sun above and Toddy stops it before leaning up to get off. She jumps down and holds up a hand for Y/N to do the same, and when she does, Toddy moves her arm to disconnect her neural whip from the direhorse’s. Y/N watches in curiosity as the pink tendrils come apart, undoing the bond between the Avatar and the animal.

“Why do you do that?” She asks, as Toddy grabs the reins of the animal before turning her head to look at her.

“The bond? Ya have never tried it before?” She replies in a surprised tone, watching as Y/N looks back at her dumbfounded.

“Oh… uh…. It connects me ta the direhorse. Connects our nervous systems together. That way I can feel what she is feelin’ an’ also guide ‘er ta move how I want ‘er ta move. The reins are just fer stability so I can have somethin’ ta grab on.”

Y/N raises a brow.

“Wait so…. You can talk to it?” She asks in a slightly weirded out tone before Toddy bursts out laughing.

“PFFFFFF hahahah. Nah, I don’ “talk” ta it, dummy. I send signals through ma neurons. It’s like when yer thinkin’ in yer own purty little head. The neurons in yer brain send signals ta each other but when yer neurons are connected ta the other beings’ neurons, then the signals travel between the both of y’all’s brains.” She explains, tapping her left temple with her fingertip to accentuate what she is saying. Y/N hums, nodding once and turning to look around. Everything Toddy said does make sense, that’s also what she has read on those books. Well, what her predecessor read to be more exact.

While Toddy takes her direhorse to its assigned stable, a familiar patter catches Y/N’s attention. Her cropped ears turn towards the sound and she looks down. Sure enough, the same viperwolf as last time is there, walking around Y/N’s legs and huffing out friendly cries that sound like a hyena’s laughter. Toddy who is putting her direhorse in its stable, chuckles at Y/N’s slight discomfort at the six limbed animal who looks up at her with its yellow eyes and wagging paddled tail. After removing the reins from her direhorse, she gives it a gentle pat and walks back over to the Recom. Sensing its owner getting closer the viperwolf turns and runs towards her, jumping up onto her body before Toddy affectionately tackles it down onto its back and starts rubbing its belly while squatting down.

“How’s ma little boy? Didya miss me ye little rascal?” She says lovingly, puckering her plump lips at the viperwolf whose hyena cries of happiness get louder and more high pitched as it writhes under her touch. Y/N watches, still a bit uncomfortable at the animal while Toddy gives it a final belly rub before standing up from her squat position and looking over at her.

“Not a big fan of animals, General?” She asks, walking over to Y/N with relaxed steps. The Recom shakes her head.

“No, it’s not that. I’ve just seen too many of these tear my soldiers to bits and pieces.” She replies, looking over at the viperwolf that’s back on its six limbs and following behind Toddy.

Toddy bites the inside of her cheek in thought, crossing her toned arms over her chest. Her doe eyes slowly trail up Y/N’s neck until they land on her cropped ears. Just like last time, her eyes narrow for a split second before she uncrosses her arms and puts her hands on her hips. Toddy tilts her head, moving her hips to the right, and her tail raises up in a uniform arc as a smile makes its way back onto her plump pink lips.

“Do ya fancy a little horseback ridin’, General?”

Y/N sighs, holding onto the reins on the female direhorse she’s on for dear life.

“Toddy, this isn’t… this isn’t a good idea…” She says, hoping silently that Toddy will change her mind and choose another activity to spend time on.

“Quit yer belly achin’, woman. Yer gonna be just fine.” The Avatar below her replies, adjusting a few straps on the leather saddle that Y/N is sitting on. Her baby blue cowboy hat is now strapped to her belt as she works on the saddle Y/N is sitting on. They’re back into the fenced area they were before, the now dimming light falling upon them as it gets closer to eclipse. Another female direhorse waits calmly a few feet away from them, already strapped according to Toddy’s liking.

“Now, take off yer gloves, I want ya ta feel ‘er.” She adds, patting Y/N’s thigh twice with firmness before moving towards the animal’s head and carefully taking one of its antennae into her hand. She slowly moves it over to Y/N and waits for her to grasp it herself. Y/N hesitates for a moment, looking at the end of it where the pink nerve endings are withering in place and an eery discomfort pits at the bottom of her stomach. Toddy waits patiently, until Y/N takes off her black tactical gloves and finally grabs the antenna. She holds it by the feathery tip, feeling the tiny cilia on its surface prickle gently against her palm.

“Now, ya need ta bond with ‘er, or “break” ‘er as us humans call it. Take the end of yer neural whip, and bring yer tendrils to ‘ers until they intertwine.” Toddy instructs, putting both of her hands against the base of the direhorse’s neck to soothe it. Y/N hesitates again, but Toddy’s expecting eyes that look up at her somehow push away all thoughts of doubt to the back of her mind.

Y/N reaches back for her neural whip. She gently grasps the base and slides her hand down the braid, before bringing it over her shoulder and in front of her. She holds the very end up, until the pink tendrils emerge out of the hair strands, and then looks over at Toddy again. The Avatar girl’s eyes are set on Y/N’s kuru. She skims her vision over it from base to tip, following the braided strands until it reaches the tiny withering tendrils. Then she looks up at Y/N again and smiles, her pretty eyes almost glimmering.

“Come on, ya big baby. I ain’t got all day.”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek before turning her attention to the antenna in her hand. Well, fuck it. She brings the end of her neural whip close to the direhorse’s.

Immediately the tendrils between them start interlocking with each other, one by one until they become one joint neural transmitter. Y/N’s breath catches in her throat. Immediately a fast amount of information hits her all at once, a lot of new sensations, all washing over her in a wave. She lets go of the newly formed bond and grabs onto the direhorse for dear life, as her pupils enlarge.

“Holy shit-“ She breathes out, as Toddy notices the change and grabs onto her thigh to give her a stronger sense of balance while her brain tries to process. The animal moves in place, huffing out and moving its head up and down once, trying to get used to Y/N’s nervous system.

“Alright, calm down. Yer stressin’ ‘er. She can feel what yer feelin’ now.” Toddy says to Y/N with a smile, watching as the General blinks rapidly to try and adjust her enlarged pupils. She takes a deep breath with her eyes closed and the direhorse follows suit, calming down and standing still with a final grunt. Toddy chuckles, watching the animal before turning to Y/N with a smile.

“So? How’re ya feelin’? Feels amazin’ right?” She says softly, stroking Y/N’s thigh to soothe her from her still alarmed nervous system. Y/N swallows, finally raising her head and opening her eyes.

“Fuck. I feel everything. It’s like she’s another limb of mine.” She says, turning to look at Toddy with wide eyes, who looks back at her with a chuckle.

“I know right? Come on feel ‘er. Feel ‘er breathin’, the strong muscles in ‘er legs. It’s like they’re a part of ya now, ain’t it?” She tells Y/N, sliding her other hand closer to the operculi down the animal’s neck, feeling as they expand to fill its powerful lungs with air. Y/N tries to get used to the feeling. It’s foreign, twisting with other sensations in her body and she doesn’t like it. Toddy notices her discomfort, the way she’s clenching her fists and her tense shoulders. She notices as it gets passed down to the animal which starts moving in place and grunting again. Her hand gently squeezes Y/N’s thigh through her tactical pants.

“Hey. Listen ta me; calm down. Okay? Take a deep breath. It’s yer first time makin’ the bond so normally yer nervous system is overwhelmed. But trust me, yer body is made fer this, don’ fight it.” Toddy tells her softly, keeping her grip on her soft thigh.

After a few seconds, Y/N complies, taking her time to fill her lungs with a deep breath and steadying herself. There’s still a pit of discomfort in the bottom of her stomach but she tries to ignore it, after all the sooner she is done with this, the better. She straightens up her posture, leaning her head slightly back, and her grip on the reins loosens. Toddy’s lips turn up into a beautiful, soft smile.

“Good girl.” She says gently, still comfortingly stroking Y/N’s thigh. After a few seconds, Y/N’s brain seems to have processed the new information, and her pupils return to normal size, granting back her sharp vision. The Recom huffs out in amusement, slightly embarrassed at how much this damn bond affected her.

“Is this what you have to go through every time you connect to something? How do those savages possibly manage to strike us so easily while changing animals?” She says, more to herself than to Toddy. The Avatar seems displeased at her words for a second, before removing her hand from Y/N’s thigh and leaning back.

“The natives connect their newborns immediately ta their mama after their birth. And then immediately after that, connect them ta Eywa. By doin’ this, their bodies gain this connection early and can process it throughout their life with no problems. Avatars and Recoms however, are usually of seventeen ta twenty years of age when they make their first bond and since their bodies ain’t used ta it, it overwhelms their nervous system fer a while. But don’ ya worry that purty little head of yers, because ya ain’t even gonna feel yer next bond after this.” She explains, hitting Y/N’s knee playfully with her fist at the last sentence and the Recom chuckles in response.

“Now.” Toddy continues, clapping her hands once. “Let’s git back ta where we were, shall we? I want ya ta ride ‘er.”

Y/N sighs, closing her eyes briefly.

“Right.” She says, raising a brow at the Avatar below her. “And how exactly do I do that?”

Toddy laughs sweetly, incredibly amused at how she’s managed to frighten the big scary General with a simple horseback riding session.

“Well, think about ‘er moving. Visualize what ya want ‘er ta do and how ya want ‘er ta move, and tell that ta ‘er.”

Y/N nods slowly, turning her attention to the head of the animal in front of her. It moves once in place, now trying to get some movement into its body from standing still for so many minutes. Y/N focuses, imagining it walking forward in a slow pace, and just as she’s about to “tell” it to move, automatically the animal starts walking forward. That catches Y/N off guard a bit, and she loses her balance for a split second before grabbing the reins firmly and straightening her posture. The direhorse continues walking forward slowly, its large strong hooves thumping on the dirt below them.

“Yeah just like that!” Toddy comments with a smile, before running to the other direhorse a few feet away and effortlessly hoping on its saddle. With Toddy’s guidance it catches up to Y/N’s direhorse in a second, and slows down to its pace.

“Now, try a little faster.” Toddy says, guiding her animal forward to trot ahead, helping Y/N to visualize how her own direhorse should move. She follows, guiding it after Toddy and in no time her direhorse is also trotting faster next to Toddy, both animals now moving next to each other again. The Avatar laughs.

“Lookit ya! Ya got a hang of it so fast!”

Y/N smiles, looking almost mesmerized at the way Toddy’s pearly white teeth show with her beautiful laugh. She also has sharp canines and incisors, just like Y/N and her squad, and she trails her eyes over them for a second.

“Yeah once you figure out that it’s just like you’re moving another limb, it becomes easier.” She comments, turning to watch how her direhorse is trotting. Toddy chuckles.

“Alright smartie pants, let’s see ya do more.” She replies mischievously, before her own direhorse dashes off in a matter of seconds and starts running, following the inside of the fence.

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Y/N yells after her with a smile. She moves her own animal after Toddy, encouraging it to pick up pace with no fear.

“Catch me if ya can, gun girl!” Toddy yells back at her enthusiastically as her direhorse runs further away from the Recom. Y/N guides her own direhorse to start running, and in a second that’s just what it does, moving all of its powerful six legs together to catch up to the other animal. With its movement, it causes Y/N to have to shift her body so that she doesn’t lose her balance, pushing her chest forward and sliding her rear further back, her tail moving up into an arch to grant her more stability. Her strong thighs flex, as her feet ground themselves on the stirrups of the saddle and the muscles of her abdomen tense with each leap of the direhorse’s pace.

Toddy watches amazed as the Recom seems to have already adapted to her animal’s movement and is catching up to her, showing the core strength that her and her fellow Marines have, as she balances on the direhorse’s back.

A mischievous smirk plasters on the Avatar’s beautiful face, as Y/N has now caught up to her.

“You were saying?” The Recom comments with a smirk of her own, raising one of her elegant brows teasingly. Both animals are now running next to each other, blowing and grunting at the exercise that their riders are guiding them through.

“Alright, don’ get cocky with me now, sugar. Just a few minutes ago ya were whinin’ about this bein’ a bad idea.” She replies, watching as Y/N chuckles in response.

“I’ve changed my mind.”

“That so?”

“Mhm.”

With the smirk not leaving her face, Toddy looks forward and her brows furrow. In a matter of seconds, Toddy’s direhorse takes off like a beast, its six limbs flexing powerfully as it runs with high speed towards the edge of the wooden fence. Y/N’s eyes widen, as the animal doesn’t seem to stop, getting closer and closer to the surface of the fence, while Toddy hasn’t lost her balance or grip on the animal for even just a split second, even while its movement is throwing her thin body upwards continuously. Her tail is now also in a high arch, and she pushes her lower body upwards, standing up from the saddle while weighing on her feet on the stirrups. Just as the direhorse is about to touch the wooden fence, its two back legs plant themselves firmly on the ground with a loud thump, and with a powerful flex from its strong muscles, its on the air, jumping over the fence. Y/N watches in amazement as its four front legs land a couple of feet away on the other side, blowing up a cloud of dust, with Toddy still standing up from her saddle, before it lands fully on the ground.

“Holy fuck.” The Recom whistles, her own direhorse slowing down. Toddy turns the animal around so she can face Y/N. Her chest is heaving, and the expression on her beautiful face shows nothing but pure happiness, with glinting amber eyes while she sits back on the saddle.

Y/N walks her direhorse slowly towards the edge of the fence, smiling at Toddy with her pearly white teeth.

“Alright, alright. You got me beat.” She jokes, raising both her palms up in surrender. “That was amazing.” She adds and Toddy laughs, the sweet sound filling the air around them. A gentle breeze blows past the women and their animals, blowing the strands of Y/N’s hair with it. Toddy, looks at her, still smiling, while she adjusts her grip on the reins.

“Ya know, I haven’t had this much fun in ages…” She says softly, lowering her gaze to the ground, as a soft purple blush starts showing on the flawless blue skin of her pretty face. Y/N tilts her head to the left, smiling softly at the Avatar, while her eyes travel over her form for a bit.

“With you being so wonderfully outgoing, I find that hard to believe.” She replies, watching as a soft chuckle leaves Toddy’s throat.

“I ain’t really this outgoing with other people, they tend ta judge the livin’ fuck outta me. But fer some reason, ya don’t. Thank ya, for that.”

Y/N’s smile falls for a second, her ears not believing what they just heard. Who could possibly not like Toddy?

The Recom reaches over the fence, putting her warm hand on Toddy’s shoulder and squeezing it comfortingly.

“I think you’re just hanging around the wrong crowd. My team would love you.” She says, her eyes drifting over to the way Toddy’s throat moves as she lets out another chuckle.

“I like ya.”

Pain. Dread. Hatred. This is all Miles feels as he painfully throws his aching body onto his banshee’s saddle, holding onto the adjustable straps for dear life. His body is freezing cold, drenched head to toe and his flesh throbs painfully from every bruise, scratch and would inflicted upon it. His left eye is heavily bruised, swollen and purple while both of his cheekbones are suffering the same fate. The scratch on the top left of his forehead is still leaking out blood, along with the other deeper and longer cut on his left cheekbone. The flat bridge of his nose throbs painfully, his left nostril leaking out crimson that drips down his open mouth and fills his tastebuds with the rich taste of iron. His jaw hurts, swollen and purple. His shoulder hurts. His arms hurt. His whole body hurts. Everything hurts. Everything. But Miles is used to physical pain. He’s had to deal with it his whole life, so he pushes it aside as for now, the only goal is getting back to the main base. What Miles isn’t used to however, is this painful throb in his chest, this deadly weight in his heart, as he watches the now calm water show no signs of Spider anymore.

He left. He left him. His son. His son left him. To go to Jake Sully.

With a grunt of pain, he gathers all the strength left in his exhausted muscles and hauls his body on the ikran. The animal screeches in worry, its eyes watching its owner’s pained movements as he connects their neural whips together.

No one responded. He called during the battle but no one responded in the throat coms. Is his team dead? Are they all dead? Is Lyle dead? Is he all alone now?

Miles tries to get his emotions under control. They’re overwhelming him so much that the banshee is screeching, the same anxiety and hurt transferring to it through the neural bond. He can’t let himself think. At least not now. What he must focus on now is rotating to base before any other Na’vi spot him. He must get far away from here. He must.

The calming sounds of the waves as they crash against the rocks contrast heavily with the situation at hand and its surroundings, as the sea breeze blows past Miles’ drenched body, inflicting even more stinging pain on his wounds and freezing cold upon his flesh. With a pained throb he manages to send the right signals to the animal through his neural whip and soon enough it leaps off the rocky shore and into the air, flying upwards into the cloudy sky with pained thrusts of its wings, mimicking its owner’s state.

“GENERAL!”

Y/N and Toddy both turn towards the deep male voice calling out to the Recom in a hurry. Soon enough John and Henry are running towards them in full gear, the equipment clacking with each of their heavy steps.

“What’s going on?” Y/N asks, her tone and demeanor immediately switching to a serious and authoritative note, as she stands up from the wooden bench at the side of the stables where her and Toddy were just sharing some snacks and casual conversation. The viperwolf between Toddy’s feet raises its head from its slumber at the sound of the two men approaching. John and Henry stop before them, saluting their General and breathing almost heavily as their tails seem tense behind them. Y/N eyes the way they are dressed in full gear and immediately her mind runs to the worst case scenario possible. Are they being ambushed?

“General, the Sea Dragon that General Ardmore appointed to Colonel Quaritch a week ago has been attacked heavily. We just got word that the situation is very serious and as we speak I have deployed multiple teams to the scene for a CASEVAC. (Casualty Evacuation)” John says in a breath, looking at Y/N with a serious expression and ears folded back.

Toddy clamps a hand over her mouth and her eyes widen as she hears the news, worry washing over her face. Y/N’s jaw clenches firmly, her masseter muscles buffing at the sides of her beautiful face.

“How many have we already lost?” She asks, her cropped ears folded back and her tail tensing behind her. John and Henry worryingly exchange brief eye contact.

“For now, there’s too many to count.” Henry replies. Y/N’s jaw moves to the side, her amber eyes losing the spark they had a few moments ago, turning almost deadly. If only Ardmore had listened to her from the beginning.

“Prepare me and the rest of the team a Kestrel while I get my gear. We’re heading there asap.” Y/N commands, immediately pushing forward to dash off. But John’s large hand upon her shoulder stops her. She turns around with a raised brow. The man’s amber eyes look at her with almost an apologetic look.

“Apologies General, but General Ardmore has momentarily forbidden you from attending to the casualty zone in fear that another conflict might arise. For now she has informed us that she has another task for you. Our radar picked up the tracker on Colonel Quaritch’s mountain banshee a few moments ago. This could potentially mean that he is still alive as those animals tend to stick to their owners at all times.”

Y/N seems anything but pleased at the very first sentence out of his mouth. Toddy now stands up from her seat, her arms crossing over her chest and her tail swinging behind her stressfully as she watches Y/N in worry. John gives Y/N a nod, his eyes that never fail to reassure and calm her down looking straight into hers and his hand squeezes her shoulder once comfortingly.

“General Ardmore wants you to deal with Colonel Quaritch and the aftermath of his actions personally. She has now given you full authority over him. You are free to handle this situation as you please.”

Title explanation:

Close Quarters Combat - Military term for combat within a confined space. In this case it refers to the little “race” Y/N and Toddy were having between them as their direhorses were running right next to each other. In Y/N’s head, it was the same as engaging in close quarters combat, because she correlates every life event to some form of military activity so she can deal with it better.

Fun fact:

Toddy is absolutely horrible at using technology. The poor girl looks like a confused grandma every time she tries to use her personal datapad, squinting her eyes and holding it at arm’s length. (Enter that one Miles scene where he asks Lyle to get some audio on the AMP Suit footage.) She has however, learned how to use its basic functions to document the flora and fauna of Pandora, helping the scientists and military as well. Her lack of using technology is also the reason why she left the sticky note on Y/N’s desk instead of just shooting her a message. According to Henry, she might actually be the only person on Bridgehead who still uses pen and paper. How did she get into Y/N’s office? Oops, that’s a little treat for the next chapter. <3

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Your wait is about to be over, pookies! Y/N and Miles finally meet in the next chapter. ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ"

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ice-creamforbreakfast · 3 months ago

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Empress of Evil, Cabbagepatch Prudence Le-Croissant Pantoufle Baba-Yaga Mothballs-Smyth's Expanded List of Enemies

Clockwise from top left: Sabrina Carpenter - Caused Cabbagepatch to be misdiagnosed with Musical anhedonia after she mistakenly attempted to use SocialBunny Reels to gain knowledge. Nigel - Directly responsible for the hike in the costs importing Cabbagepatch's favourite sausages. Bit him once. Tasted of cigars and polyblend. The Mold - Has learned mind control and looks to become one of Cabbagepatch's most dangerous enemies. Hannah Montanna - A master of disguise. Cabbagepatch has learned not to trust costumed individuals. Donald - Stupid, but with an unfortunately wide influence. Sold Cabbagepatch a business with cooked book. The Chickens - Permanently stupid and yet blessed with an ability to foil Cabbagepatch's every attempt on their lives. Isabella Smyth - Stood on Cabbagepatch's tail once and will suffer the consequences for the rest of her life. Temperance - Attempted to baby Cabbagepatch and did not allow her to eat coals. She paid for it with her sanity and her hair. Aiden Lucas - Indirectly had Cabbagepatch exiled from the Shadows during a moment of weakness when she thought about sausages while on Shadow business and had this used to her advantage. John Doe - Cabbagepatch's friend Leticia 'Tits' McGhee asked her to guard an individual who was in her care. Cabbagepatch's basement lair has never been the same, even after fumigation. Gail Platt - Bought the last of Cabbagepatch's favourite sausages from Fred Elliott. Cabbagepatch pooped on her lawn for a month afterwards until important business took her away from Weatherfield. Clutterpuss - There are three things Cabbagepatch doesn't like; AI art, sidebangs and cats. The Vet (all) - Sneaky bastards. Riley - Riley's Stupid-meter is permanently stuck at 'thick as shit'. Cabbagepatch has no patience for the loud, idiotic and dead behind the eyes blunderbuss of a woman. Smokey Bear - Prevented Cabbagepatch's takeover of Granite Falls. Emperor Satsuma of Mt. Komorebi - Shut down Cabbagepatch's underground mudwrestling enterprise and made it incredibly difficult for her to conduct business in the area. Lassie - Saved Timmy from the well after Cabbagepatch pushed him down it. Shakey - Existed Loki Beaker - Stole Cabbagepatch's beret and attempted to hold her hostage for science after she crash-landed in Strangetown. He failed. Rasputin - Defrauded Cabbagepatch of her favourite sausages by promising magic. Lied. Archimedes - Tried to clipe on Cabbagepatch to the Grim Reaper after realising that she had lived an unnaturally long time. KJ Rowley - Does not believe in sim rights for Servos. Cabbagepatch is evil, but has her limits. She believes Servos deserve equal rights and disdain like all sims. Henry Mills - Foiled the eighth Dark Curse when Cabbagepatch attempted to make all of Storybrook her servants and had planned for them to open a butcher shop and act as her sausage-serving servants. Figgyduff Delilah Gila-Monster Triffid-Bouqet Mothballs - Cabbagepatch's sister. Stole her favourite sausages once. Must die.

#ts4 #the sims 4 #cabbagepatch smyth #the sims #smyth legacy

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definitelynotafurinasimp · 1 year ago

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Hello Henry :D I've followed you for quite sometimes and I really love your works!! So I'd like to request if you don't mind: Lisa, Shenhe and Yae with a very emotional reader. Like the reader can easily burst into tears, either when they feel too happy or too sad (kinda self-indulgent since that's me irl). I hope you can write this and if you don't that's fine!!! Thank you sm and have a good dayy!!!

Them with a very emotional reader

characters: Lisa / Shenhe / Yae Miko x gn!reader

warnings: none

a/n: *September 2022* OH GOD THIS REQUEST IS A YEAR OLD WHAT AM I DOING?!?! I am so sorry it took me this long, also, if you’re still following me and remember that you requested this anon, thanks for the nice words!

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Lisa

When the sun started to set and most people had already left the library a long time ago, one person outside of the librarian would almost certainly still be seated where they’d been for hours already, reading the same book they had been reading for hours already while still breaking out in laughter, tears of joy or sad weeping depending on whatever they were reading.

A long time ago, Lisa would have felt her peaceful naps disturbed, almost going as far as to reprimand them for not following every library's most sacred law. And yet, as she heard you giggling to yourself now, she couldn’t help but feel the corners of her lips shape into a smile as she left the comfortability of her chair to rise before slowly making her way over to where you sat.

“And cutie? Like what you’re reading?”, the librarian asked once she was behind your chair, putting her hands on it and leaning against it until her face wasn’t too far from the side of your head, something that proved to be lucky as you quickly whipped your head around, causing you to nearly headbutt her, the happiness on your face almost as radiant as that of a dog excitedly wagging its tail at the sight of its owner.

“Lisa!”, you exclaimed with excitement, throwing the notion of trying to keep quiet in a library completely out the window.

“Very much so, it’s surprisingly funny. Everytime I think I know what’s going to happen next, it takes a completely different turn. I can’t stop laughing…”, you slowly trailed off, staring into the far for a split second before once again turning your attention towards her, your cheeks growing red from shame.

“I was loud again, wasn’t I? Of course I was, that was a stupid question. I’m sorry Lisa, I know that I’m supposed to be quiet in here but- I tend to lose track of the real world whenever I’m here”, you frantically apologized, talking so quickly Lisa could feel herself growing lightheaded trying to keep up with you, only to eventually calm you down with an assuring smile.

“I know. I’m sure most people that come here kind of expect to hear you already at this point, so don’t worry your cute head over nothing.”

“Anyway, want to tell me about the book?”, she asked before taking a seat next to you and listening to you excitedly recollect about the book.

It only took her a couple of sentences to realize she had already read it, managing to finish each of your sentences during your plot summary in her head before you. But as she looked at your happy face as you went on, interrupting you was the last thing on her mind.

Shenhe

There were times your behavior didn’t quite seem to make sense to Shenhe. Tears coming out of your eyes only for you to smile and reassure her that they were tears of joy when she awkwardly tried to console you. Crying not out of sadness but from feeling happy? Shenhe must have been even more out of touch with human emotions than she had realized, that or the last time she felt such happiness must have been too far in the past for her to remember.

At the end of the day it didn’t matter. If you were happy that was great, and if you showed your joy by bursting into tears then it was also fine. Even if it caused her to worry a bit.

Today was your birthday and while the two of you had agreed to spend the day together, Shenhe didn’t come empty handed. She had seen people buy each other presents for special occasions and how happy they made others, and so, before she had realized it, she went and asked her master for help with choosing something to give you.

In hindsight it would have been quicker and a lot less embarrassing if she had just kept to herself, Cloudretainers choices being… rather unorthodox, but once she was involved, there was no way Shenhe was able to back out. Or bring the present back with her for that matter.

So here she was, handing you the present as her chest tightened up, uncharacteristic levels of anxiety building up in her in worry you wouldn’t like it, and yet, as she finally looked back at you, seeing you stare inside the opened bag with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, that same anxiety quickly found itself replaced with panic.

“I’m sorry, it was stupid of me to try and get you something when I’m this out of touch with human society. Please for-”, Shenhe was just in the process of apologizing, when you basically jumped at her and gave her a hug, happily swaying from side to side.

“Thanks Shenhe! Where did you even get a Cor Lapis Amulet this beautiful?”, you asked before pulling back for a moment and pulling the string attached to the stone around your neck.

Here you were again, crying while being happy and leaving Shenhe completely dumbfounded. And while she silently stood there for a few moments, letting everything that was happening pass by, a smile slowly made its way onto her face, your joy far too radiant for the red strings around her body to stop all of it from rubbing off on her.

Yae Miko

Somehow, was it because Yae took pity on someone this easily moved to tears or because your display of unfiltered joy and happiness was too contagious for her to ruin it with a comment or two, you found yourself almost unharmed by the notorious Guuji. Sure, there were still more than enough times even you had to endure her teasing, but even then it was anything but humiliating.

The same could not be said about whoever was unlucky enough to hurt your feelings, be it by deliberately being mean to you or saying something hurtful in the heat of the moment…

When you had entered Yae’s office while loudly and enthusiastically greeting her, only for her to respond with nothing more than a grunt of acknowledgement, the room quickly returned to being completely silent, causing her to eventually look up at you, wondering why your enthusiasm had died down so suddenly, only to be greeted with the sight of you spacing out, your expression growing increasingly worried and down.

“Is something wrong? Why so silent all of a sudden?”, she asked, finally putting her work to the side, causing you to snap out of it and look at her again, even if you avoided eye contact.

“Miko. Am I annoying?”

“Who called you annoying?”, Yae almost immediately shot back with another question, her voice betraying her determination to find out a name, and while she saw your eyes widen in surprise as you quickly tried to assure her that there was no one, she knew you better than to be fooled.

“I’m just saying that if I annoy you, you can tell me-”, you barely managed to get the sentence out of your mouth as small tears started forming on the corners of your eyes, before Yae cut you off again.

“My little bird, go around the streets and ask about me for a minute and you’ll find out quite easily that I’m not exactly someone that holds back when it comes to saying what I want. So don’t even think I’d be too afraid to tell you if I really found you annoying.”

By the time she finished talking, Yae stood only a meter or two in front of you, only to continue talking after a small pause.

“So. What’s their name?”

Was it out of intimidation or because some deep, part of you wanted them to get their comeuppance, but before you knew it, you had spilt the name, immediately feeling guilt over what was about to happen wash over you, only for Yae to give you a reassuring smile before lightly patting your shoulder.

“Sit down and make yourself comfortable, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

#lisa minci #lisa imagines #lisa x reader #lisa #lisa x y/n #lisa x you #shenhe imagines #shenhe x you #shenhe x y/n #shenhe x reader #shenhe #yae miko imagines #yae miko x y/n #yae miko x you #yae miko x reader #yae miko

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cricketnationrise · 10 months ago

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1:23 am

The White House

David The Beagle

(my ao3 is Themundanemudperson)

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1:23am, white house

David isn’t at home.

He keeps his eyes closed and pretends to still be asleep while he tries to figure out where he is. He knows His Henry took him somewhere because of the food laced with the hateful thing that makes him sleepy and the suitcases and his travel carrier. But it doesn’t smell like furniture polish and mothballs like when they go to Sandyham or Buckyham. (Perhaps most upsetting about those places is the lack of ham, despite the names. Or the fact that His Henry retreats into himself, left with nothing but a shell until they get home and David can burrow into His Henry’s chest again.) (But seriously, the dearth of ham is criminal.)

And obviously they aren’t at home because David knows home, with its stone and sprawling grounds and His Henry and ThankYouShaan and Aunty Bea and even Mr. Wobbles. There’s pockets of stuffiness at home, but His Henry’s room and the music room burst with laughter and kindness and something that David decides is family. (Sometimes His Henry’s Alex comes to visit and His Henry gets all happy and warm and smells like cinnamon and David gets thrice as many pets. David likes those days the best.)

So David doesn’t know where he is, but there is something comforting about the smells of this new place, despite the fact that this room is entirely decorated in shades of beige usually reserved for ThatOldHarpy’s twinsets. This new place doesn’t feel as old as home, but David can tell it's got its own long history. There’s a weight of tradition in the air that he recognizes. Maybe a historic hotel? He can smell laundry detergent and fabric softener and—

“David? You awake again?”

And David couldn’t ignore His Henry if he tried (and he doesn’t want to). His tail starts wagging and he opens his eyes to see His Henry crouched next to his travel bed.

“Good morning, sleepy!” His Henry coos, petting his head and rubbing that magic spot behind David’s ears that gets his back leg twitching in pleasure. “Should we get food?”

David’s up and by the door in a flash. Duh, they should get food. Now that he’s thinking about it properly, David is starving, can’t remember the last time he was fed, he’s going to waste away—

“Alright, stop whining, let's go to the kitchen. David, heel.”

David takes up his position on His Henry’s left and trots dutifully at his side down a couple unfamiliar hallways. The smell of cooking food grows stronger with each step and his tail wags harder. David doesn’t care where they are if it means he has a chance to steal some bacon.

They go through one more doorway and only David’s training keeps him calmly at His Henry’s side. His Henry’s Alex is here! And cooking bacon!

“Hello, love.”

His Henry’s Alex spins around from his position at the stove, a joyful smile taking over his face.

“Baby! You’re here—I thought you weren’t getting in until this afternoon!”

His Henry crosses the room, drawn inexorably into His Henry’s Alex’s orbit—just like anytime they’re in the same room. David ignores them smashing their faces together and their quiet conversation in favor of sniffing every corner of the kitchen. His Henry brought him here, which means that somewhere there is food for David—and he will find it.

One full circuit of the room’s edge later and David is stumped. Maybe it’s stashed up high? His Henry will know, and he’s had more than enough time to say hello by now. David comes back over to where the humans’ legs are now tangled together and sits next to them, letting himself slump hard against them with a huff.

“Oh, sorry, David,” His Henry says. “Let me get you fed.”

His Henry’s Alex squats down to scratch at David’s chin while His Henry flutters around the kitchen pulling down dog food and a set of bowls.

“Hey, buddy! Sorry I distracted your dad for a bit there, I was just so glad to see him.” David pushes into His Henry’s Alex’s hands in agreement. He also misses His Henry when they can’t travel together. “I’m really glad he was able to bring you with him, little man. Don’t tell Henry, but I missed you even more than him.”

David pulls away to look up at His Henry’s Alex doubtfully. That statement would refute all previous evidence that David has collected. His Henry’s Alex tips his head back and laughs really hard.

“Oh my god, H—your dog is giving me the biggest bitch please face I’ve ever seen!”

“What were you telling him? He’s quite the discerning gentleman, so you must have been running your mouth.”

“But you like when I—”

“Save it for when we aren’t in a common space, dear.”

“Hen, it’s the middle of the night—”

“And yet I think you can wait twenty minutes for your depravity.”

His Henry puts food and water bowls in front of David and he promptly ignores His Henry and His Henry’s Alex fondly squabbling like children.

David still may not know precisely where he is, but His Henry is happy, His Henry’s Alex is here, and David has food, so specifics can wait.

#cricket writes #themundanemudperson #rwrb #DAVID THE BEAGLE #ficlet fest 500 #fun facts dogs probably see pink as beige

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cha-melodius · 10 months ago

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It's been a while since I shared any Alex/Henry interaction in the snippets for this (since last October!), so please have this, with bonus David. Thanks for the tags @kiwiana-writes, @hgejfmw-hgejhsf, @suseagull04, @orchidscript, @tintagel-or-cockleshells, and @clottedcreamfudge!

“Hi, Henry,” he says, a little wearily, as he scratches David behind the ears. The remnants of his smile at David’s antics are still lingering on his face as he teases, “You know, I’m pretty sure there are leash laws.” Henry’s cheeks, already flushed from the cold, seem to darken further, and the corner of his mouth tugs upward. “Yes, well his lead is still attached, as you can see. Apologies, he’s usually better behaved than this.” “It’s fine,” Alex tells him, then turns his attention to David. “Whooza good boy?” He earns another enthusiastic lick full across his face in response as David’s whole body twists into his tail wags. “He must have thought you were in distress,” Henry says. Alex can’t help but huff a laugh at that. “Well, he’s not wrong.” “Do you need a hand up?” For a moment he thinks about telling Henry that he’s fine down here and doesn’t need any help. Henry would probably collect David and leave him be, and that would be the end of it. But as Alex stares up at him, his brow knitted with concern as he stands there shifting a little awkwardly on his feet by Alex’s side, that’s not what comes out of his mouth.

Tagging @dumbpeachjuice, @rmd-writes, @welcometololaland, @myheartalivewrites, @14carrotghoul, @leaves-of-laurelin, @iboatedhere, @cricketnationrise, @indestructibleheart, @nicijones, @ninzied, @loki-is-my-kink-awakening, @ikeepwatchinghelicopters, @justabigoldnerd, @firenati0n, @three-drink-amy, and an open tag for anyone who wants it!

#my wips #false dichotomy #rwrb #firstprince #wip wednesday

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thebabblingbabs · 5 months ago

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Up next are our Circus Performers!

- Genevieve (Gigi): A beautiful and cold girl. She is the circus’ dancer! While she had never truly wanted to join the circus, she was persuaded by her older brother Henri to come with him. It was there she met Sacha the strongman and grew quite infatuated with him. Eventually they started a relationship, but it might not be as perfect as Gigi wanted…

-Sacha: The Strongman! He joined the circus while Madame Rousseau was touring in Spain, unable to resist the woman’s promises of fame and fortune. Sacha is a proud man with a short temper and a rather nasty mean streak. He is often found either training or tormenting the other circus performers, especially Henri. He is in a relationship with Gigi, though his feelings are only skin deep, mostly finding the dancer annoying.

- Chochette: No one truly knows where the little jester came from, they just appeared at the circus one night and they’ve been Rousseau’s little purse dog ever since. Chochette loves playing pranks on people and spying for Madame Rousseau. As their name suggests, the jester is an absolute crybaby when it comes to any kind of criticism or confrontation, easily breaking down into tantrums and screaming fits.

- Henri: The beast master of the circus! Henri is the older brother of Gigi and is the one in charge of the animals. While not outright malicious and hostile like the others, he is a bit of a coward and folds easily to orders just so he won’t get bullied. Henri has a strong infatuation with Madame Rousseau, which makes it easy for her to manipulate him. His best quality is his love for the animals, them being the only reason he ever disobeys Rousseau’s orders. The ringmaster wants brutal viscous beasts for her circus, including Henri’s beloved dog Leo, but Henri knows that he’d have to mistreat the animals to get what Rousseau wants. The only person he truly gets along with at the circus is Marjorie, the pair often taking care of the animals together while Henri complains about Sacha’s bullying.

- Leo: The Goodest boy. An absolutely lump of a dog that hasn’t a single viscous bone in his body as much as Henri tries to train it into him. He loves Marjorie and if he isn’t with his master, he’s trailing behind the scarred girl, his tail wagging away.

Previous - Next

(Chochette uses they/them pronouns)

#thebabblingbabs #the hunchback of notre dame #the hunchback of notre dame 2 #thond #HoND #madame rousseau #madame rousseau’s magnificent miraculum #babs hunchback

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drewharrisonwriter · 1 year ago

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Donor | Drabble | Feather Toy Fights

Masterlist | Part 1 | Part 1.5 | Part 2 | Part 3

Pairings: Bestie Henry Cavill x OFC

A/N, Warnings: 18+, this is a drabble for my Henry Cavill fic Donor. English is not my first language. This is just light fluff lol

One evening, as you all lounged in the living room, Kal sprawled out on the floor with your cats playfully batting at a feather toy, the scene was a testament to the newfound harmony in your household. Henry chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"I never thought I'd see the day when Kal would be having a staring contest with Luna over a feather toy," he remarked, leaning back on the couch.

You laughed, playfully nudging his arm. "Hey, they're just building a bond. The cat-dog rivalry is a thing of the past now."

Henry raised an eyebrow, a sly grin forming on his lips. "Are you implying that our pets are more mature than we are?"

You shot him a mock glare, feigning offense. "Hey, now! Let's not jump to conclusions. At least we don't get into feather toy fights."

His laughter rumbled through the room, a sound that never failed to warm your heart. "True, but I'd say our late-night dance-offs are way more entertaining."

"Oh, you mean when you try to mimic my incredibly smooth dance moves while we brush our teeth?" you teased, your eyes dancing with mischief.

Henry scoffed dramatically, his hand over his heart in feigned hurt. "Smooth? My dear, my dancing is the very definition of smoothness."

Kal, seemingly intrigued by your playful banter, abandoned the feather toy and padded over to the couch, settling himself at Henry's feet. The cats minded their own business, could care less about what's transpiring.

"I think Kal wants to be the judge of that," you quipped, leaning over to scratch behind Kal's ears.

Henry chuckled, his hand reaching down to give Kal a gentle pat. "Alright, Kal, be honest – who's the better dancer?"

Kal's response was a contented sigh and a wag of his tail, as if he was diplomatically avoiding taking sides.

"Ah, the silent judge. Well, I suppose we'll have to settle this on the dance floor one day," Henry declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

You raised an eyebrow, a challenge in your expression. "Oh, you're on. But be warned, I've been known to bust out some impressive moves."

"Is that so?" Henry leaned in closer, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Then I'm looking forward to seeing them."

As the two of you exchanged grins, Kal wagged his tail even more enthusiastically, seemingly sensing the friendly competition in the air.

Your home was a canvas for countless moments like these – filled with laughter, playful challenges, and the undeniable bond that had formed among you, Henry, Kal, and even your mischievous cats. It was a beautiful chaos that you wouldn't trade for anything in the world.

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agirlwholovesrockstars · 10 months ago

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𝖄𝖔𝖚 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖒𝖊 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖑 𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖊𝖜

𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓞𝓷𝓮

"𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥"

彡 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 彡

✦ 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 | 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 ✦

𝕾𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 : out of all of the forbidden places, you found yourself a person that you can trust

𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝕮𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 : I hope I don't get overboard with making too long chapters again lol

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 : 18+ Knight!Eddie Munson x Princess!FEM!reader, language, reader and Eddie are both (21), Henry is (30+), Jason is a madman, no use of y/n on this part but the following chapters will have some of it, Gareth will be so against with reader but he will grow fond of her over time, age gap, amnesia, vi0lence, manipulation, corruption, attempted murder, bl00d (not gore),

𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝕰𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙 : set in 17th century‼️, angst, strangers to friends, reader is struggling to find a shelter, upside down exists in this series, dark fantasy

𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 𝕿𝖔 𝕽𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 : apologies for my writing! finally, here's the first chapter! 🥺🫶🏻✨

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊 : I just really love this song so much and It's so perfect for my idea! I highly suggest you must listen to it! :))

☆ EDDIE MUNSON'S MASTERLIST ☆

❣ SARAH'S MAIN PAGE ❣

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! 🎆🎆🎆

"Eddie- what in god's name are you doing?!?" Gareth exclaims as he tailing behind him running away from the creatures

"I can't just- leave her there!" He reasons with his friend as he pants while carrying you

"She's an outsider! Have you forgotten Henry's declaration?!? We're at risk if we help her or worse- executed!"

He knows, he knows on what he's doing is wrong

But something about you felt familiar, he swore to himself that he met you before

He glanced down at you, unconscious, seeing his hand covered on your own blood

He carefully held your head gently as you breathe weakly

All you can hear is noises from the monsters, the branches, the thunderbolt and the overlapping arguing of both men that you couldn't seem to comprehend because of your state

The night couldn't get any worse from having a huge fit of pain raging inside of your skull

Jeff jumps at the sound of the two men barging inside of the house as he immediately captures his attention on the girl that Eddie is holding onto his arms

"If she's discovered that she's in here with us, that's on you, Eddie" Gareth spat with bitterness on his tongue as he glares down at you

"We are fucking toast, I hope that you know what you're doing" he adds as he slams the door shut, huffing when he saw his friend gently laying you down on the bed

Gareth leaves the scene with a boiling mind

Jeff clears his throat as he makes his way towards you and stands beside Eddie

"May I ask what happened?"

"I didn't mean to scare her, she slipped whilst running and she hurt her head"

Jeff grimaces as he saw the pillow seeps through with your blood

"Grab a towel, a basin filled with water and medicine" he snaps his finger to his friend as he quickly follows him

They aid you and they took a sigh of relief when the bleeding had stop

"Jeff- you're not fucking serious for taking care of that girl- she could be our enemy!" Gareth kicks his boots as he rubs his face in frustration

"What if she isn't?"

"What if she does?"

"Will you both stop yapping?!?" Eddie guarded you while sitting beside the bed that you're laying as he thinks of the possible consequences that could happen since he saved you from those wretched bats flying around you

Gareth sighs in exasperation and Jeff clenches his jaw

"This is what we're in for, right? What we fight for?" He brings himself to face his friends

"I know rescuing her could be the end of our lives, I am aware that she's an outsider but what if she's one of us?!? Who falsely accused from something that she didn't do and they just banished her to this world we're living in?!?"

Jeff nods along to his friend words as Gareth slightly flashes a guilty look from his eyes as he avoids Eddie's gaze at him

"To answer your question, No- I am not leaving her behind"

"Wh-what's going on?" You open your eyes and you suddenly got frightened by the strangers in front of you

You bring your blanket close to your chest as you cornered yourself on the side of the bed

Jeff knits his brows at your behavior, Gareth is intrigued by your reaction

"Careful, you're not healed yet" Eddie slowly walks back at you

Even under the candlelights of the room, he can see the terror from your eyes

"W-who are y-you?" Your eyes became glossy as you shake tremble in fear

"I'm Eddie- that's Jeff and Gareth, my friends" he points to his friends as they nod at you

You look at them, the hesitation is very clear to not to give into them

"Are you going to hurt me?"

"No, we're not going to hurt you"

"Unless- you did something foul to make us do that" Gareth provoked you as Jeff eyes shoots daggers at him

You swallowed- your eyes welled up in tears as you sob quietly

Eddie and Jeff shared looks together, they didn't know what to do, they don't understand why you look upset

"If I may be so bold, what are you doing here?" Jeff asks you as he leans closer from his seat

Gareth crosses both of his arms as he observes you

Your face turns pale as you struggle to rewind your mind from all of the events before you got yourself into this situation

The perplexed expression from your face as you try to muster up

"I-I can't rememb-er anyth-ing" you choke up from your tears as you hide your face from both of your hands

Eddie blinks slowly at your admission as he thinks carefully what to say

Jeff looks at you with apologetic look, meanwhile Gareth scoffs at your so-called act

"She should leave" Gareth speaks up, the tone of his voice of disapproval isn't hard to miss

"What is wrong with you?" Jeff argues with him

He laughs incredulously "Are you fucking with me? right now? You buying this shit?" He points at you

Eddie is fuming deeply as he can hear his friends bickering at each other

He watches your every move, he can tell that you're saying the truth

By the fear in your voice and the lost in your eyes

"Maybe, I should go" you sniffle as you remove your blanket

Your voice wavering that stopped the two men fighting, Eddie raises his eyebrows at you

"No- don't"

"Your companion's don't want me here"

He sighs in defeat until he decides an option

"Tomorrow, just stay for the night, I'll accompany you"

You took a deep breath "As you wish" you say softly

"What do you mean she went there?!?" Henry's voice echoes through the halls of your palace

Jason acts like he won the damn lottery "I'm sure she's dead isn't that we wanted?"

He looks at him and makes a face as he paces back and forth

"No- this isn't what I wanted!"

Jason scoffs at him "Don't tell me you've gone soft"

Henry glares at him as he huffed "Killing her isn't the plan, Jason"

"Ah- so you're smitten with her?" He tilts his head as he laughs in disbelief

"Do you think she'll like you if she knew about the truth?"

"Or how about she finds out who you really are?!" Jason pushes the button as Henry stomps towards to him angrily

"That's enough!" He points at him

Jason smirks and put his hands on his hips

"I want you to find her there"

"What-"

"I said look for her!"

Jason pour out his anger on his fist as he throws a chair at Henry, he dodges it as he used his hands to flew on the other side

One of your maids, saw that Henry, has powers

You can't stay here

You're not even sure if you can count on them

Despite, you're still in pain, you tried to push yourself off the bed and carefully tiptoeing as you went outside of the house

You look back at it again just for once, the way he stares at you with those eyes

You can't understand why'd you feel so comfortable with him immediately

When you just only met him

You shake your head out of your thoughts as you proceed with your unannounced leave

"Eddie"

"What?"

"She's gone"

His eyes widens when he saw your bed empty, he picked up his weapons and jacket as he scrambles to go outside

"Leave her be! Just let her go!" Gareth says as he watch his friend putting on his boots

"I can't just do that, Gareth!" He exclaims without looking at him as he makes his way outside

"I'm going with you" Jeff saids as he also grabs his bow and arrow

Eddie stops as he sighs and looks back at Gareth

"You gotta have to trust me on this"

Gareth glance at him as he nods weakly, Eddie gave him a small smile and they continue to look for you

They walked further more until they heard your screams

Both of the men looked at each other as they make a run of it, they followed your voice

They wouldn't thought that this they'll be seeing but you're in despair even though he can't see your face clearly, he can see that you're weeping while fighting off those creatures

There you are, fiercely attacking at them, as you swing your sword with such ease

You didn't even look like that you're injured

Jeff saw how dozens of demobats that you already slain on the ground

Eddie watches you with a melancholic look

There's one however you missed, the demobat bite through your shoulder but Jeff manages it to kill it with his arrow

You fell onto the ground, exhausted as you could hear the two men running towards you

Eddie kneels down as he cradles your head

"I told you to wait in the morning"

"I-I'm sorry" you say weakly

He carried you again on his arms as they headed back home

You wake up as you scan the same room that you're in before

Eddie came inside as you sit up, you eye the white dress that he's holding

"Your clothes are covered in dirt, so, I supposed you could wear this"

He says as he puts in the chair and gave you a soft smile

"Thank you"

"There's food outside whenever you're ready"

You nod as he closes the door

"Is she awake?" Jeff asks as he takes a sip from his cup

"Y-Yeah" Eddie stops mid-chew as you came into the scene

The dress fits you perfectly, the white chiffon fabric wraps your arms very dainty and appealing

His eyes twinkle something that Jeff can't help but smirks to himself

"Hello" you say softly as Eddie helped you to your seat

You didn't even realized how hungry you are until you taste the bread with butter, Jeff gave you an apple as you smile at him shyly

Eddie gave his last piece of bread to you but before you could protest- he said that he's already full

Gareth groans when he saw you eating with the table with them

Both of his friends gave him a look and he rolls his eyes

"Morning" Gareth acknowledge your existence as he sats down across the table

"Morning to you too" you say as you drank your water

"How's your shoulder?" Jeff asks as he glanced at it

"it stings but I'll be fine"

The breakfast went really well until.....

"We have company" Gareth spoke as he looks over at the window, he takes his axe

"They're soldiers from the palace" Jeff says as he looked at you, he blinks through your unease expression

You walk slowly at the window and the moment you saw it, you breathe heavily, your eyes burn behind the welling tears that are threatening to spill

"I remember it now" you spoke as your voice cracks

You palm your forehead as your restored memory flashes right before your eyes

The three men whips their heads to look at you awaiting on what you had to say

"They're here to kill me"

Eddie and Jeff shared knowing looks at each other and Gareth walks closer to you

"Why?"

You almost fell as Gareth held both of your arms to steady you as he kept his eyes on you closely

"S-Something c-lose to me is missing and I don't know if he's alive or not-" you paused when your eyes go big when you finally remembered

"It's about my father-" you looked at Gareth as he listens carefully, but you went quiet when-

"Open up! We are here to ask some questions"

You gasped as you ran towards to Eddie, you reached for his hands

"Please, don't let them take me away" you whisper

Eddie stares at you as he looked back at the urgency behind the door

"I beg of you- don't tell them, please"

He looks over at your shoulder and Gareth nods at him and he says

"I won't- I will do the talking" Eddie taps your hand as he let go of it and signals Jeff to hide you

"Thank you"

When it's all clear, Eddie unlocks the door and lets the guards roam around inside

"What took you so long?" The familiar voice made you tense and hide even more behind Jeff's back

"We're tidying up the place before we let you came in"

He hums in response as he inspects every inch of the room

Thankfully, the dishes are cleaned

"Have you seen a girl that's wondering around here?" He questions Eddie

"This is upside down- they're a few people can survive here"

"Right, right"

You peek through the keyhole at the door and your heart drops at the man

"That's Jason" you whisper it to Jeff "I don't like him" you add

"Just to give you more information, she's the king's daughter, if you find her bring her to me"

Gareth masks his reaction with a stern look at the guards around him

Eddie gulped of what he just heard

You're the king's daughter?!?

"What will you do to her if you found her?" Eddie asks as he hold his sword

"Kill her, eventually"

Eddie and Gareth now understands why you're afraid of this man

"Why?" Gareth grips tightly on his axe

"For instance, she's a fucking stubborn little girl, who doesn't want the marriage that I arranged"

"Henry" you whisper it again

"You are to be married?"

"Yes, but I don't want to"

"That doesn't make any sense" Gareth can feel the steam coming out on top of his head

He only met this guy and yet he can't stand him

"I'm doing her a favor, a favor! she's ungrateful about it! " he shouts through the room and Eddie is so pissed of the careless soldiers that is making a mess out of the room

"She's not here, sire" one of guards announced

"The one what you're looking for isn't here, so- I am asking you to leave"

Jason smirks as he walks closer to Eddie as he looks at him from up to down

Gareth is alerted if things get drastic

"You know what will happen if we find out you're hiding her? We forbid everyone to interact with the outsiders"

"How could we forget?"

All of them leave and before Jason closes the door behind him

"You know, I recognize you- you looked like the kid that I took from someone"

Eddie's face twists into confusion, the words that he left lingered to his mind

He laughs menacingly "Maybe, I'm wrong- Thank you for your cooperation"

"Oh- that man is an asshole" Gareth blurted out as you both Jeff went outside of the room

"You okay?" Eddie asks as he rest his hand on your forearm

"I'm okay that helped me a lot to remember"

"You're the princess, of course!" Gareth exclaims as he raises both of his hands out of the air

Jeff coughs awkwardly as Eddie scratches his neck

"Are you they referring to?"

But before you can respond, Jeff adds as he goes behind his back

"She knew the names at the people in the palace even the knight that just came here"

"Is there something more that we should know?"

"My father- the king, I haven't seen him since my 18th birthday and ever since the night that this other world cracked through the kingdom when both Henry and Jason handled it- I was locked all the time in my bedroom and I don't have to freedom to ask any questions of what's going on and then I wasn't aware that I was drowned in debt and I-I just don't want to marry someone that if my father knew all about it- he won't allow it" you sigh in content when you finally remembered everything

Well- somehow, almost

"The last things that my father told me, he said that I shouldn't trust anyone except for him and the people I knew"

Jeff nods at your words and your mind is running a lot of thoughts

They find out that you're the princess

Would they kick you out?

Will they get mad at you that because of you they got themselves into your problem?

As if he can read your mind, Eddie's voiced snapped out of your thoughts

"No, you'll stay with us"

"What?"

"We'll protect you"

Your gaze softens at him as you look at all of them with misty eyes

"But you'll be in harm if you help me"

"Then we'll be there with you, I'll be there"

Before you could stop yourself, you throw yourself at him, hugging him- his body stiffens but he recovered as he smiles down at you

"I couldn't thank you enough for what you've done for me" you let your tears fall as he caresses your head

Jeff makes a teasing smile at Gareth and he suddenly grows nervous

"Well, shit- I didn't knew that she's a royalty!"

#Spotify #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things 4 #eddie munson fic #eddie munson supremacy #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x y/n #eddie x fem!reader #dark fantasy #royalty #agirwholovesrockstarsfics

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rems-writing · 7 months ago

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Hot cat - I mean hot guy summer

Pairing: cursed!Wooyoung × witch amab!reader

Summary: You and Regina needed to find a cure for a sick Robin Hood. Whilst on your journey, you find a black cat. Thinking nothing of it, you take care of it for a little while. Little did you know that your care would end up impacting this cat's life

Warning(s): Cursing, mentions of a dagger being used, their enemy is lowkey stupid lol, a little bit of violence using magic, mentions of a dangerous flower being used, reader is a highkey damn simp for Woo lol, rough translations for Ateez's cover of Black Cat Nero. Original is by a duo named Turbo. Song is derived from an Italian children's song/lullaby

Genre: Adventurous fluff. Idk if that's a thing lol

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society

You still felt bad for the kid but at least he moved on.

Thank you to @ja3hwa and @bunnliix for proofreading

“Come on! We’re going to be late! Get your ass down here!” You heard Regina shout to you as you were just finishing up gathering the necessary materials for this quest. Robin had fallen ill due to being struck by a living plant in the Enchanted Forest and you were going with her to strike it down and get a sample of its leaves so you can create an antidote. Like how you guys used a tear from Henry when he got heartbroken in Camelot so you could free Merlin.

As you guys poofed yourselves into the forest, you immediately set off to find the plant. According to her, the plant wasn’t actually living. Rather, it came alive due to a random witch’s work. They were most likely a follower of Gothel or a wannabe Gothel and you were slightly annoyed by that. She was annoying when she was still alive and you were so glad that Alice got rid of her.

There was one downside though. This witch always moved around. They never had a set location. You figured it was smart of them. The more you move, the more likely your tracks will be covered. If you did it correctly of course. If you move yet you leave something behind, you are bound to be found. In this case, this witch was smart. There were almost little to no traces of them left behind, which made this mission a lot more difficult than usual.

Three hours into the search, you and Regina were tired. You decided to make camp somewhere and settle down. You decided to take first watch. Regina nodded and placed a protection spell around your little camp in case someone decided to ambush you. After Regina fell asleep, you kept your eyes out for anything suspicious.

Another hour passes and you feel yourself getting sleepy. You told yourself that you’ll wake up your sister so she can take the next watch. However, that plan went down the drain when you heard a twig snap. Your ears perked up due to the sound and they perked up even more when another sound, albeit a faint one, rang out through the air. It sounded animal-like.

Perhaps a cat?

Your instincts were right when you saw a small black cat approach you.

Its big shiny eyes that glinted a soft yellow in the dim lighting of your fire stared up at you as it walked right up to you. Its fur was a mess, its body was covered in scratches, and its tail was shaking slightly. Its ears were drooped downwards and its mouth opened to let out a quiet mewling sound. You cooed at the sight and bent down to pet the little critter.

“You scared me, buddy! Don’t go doing that alright?” You exclaimed quietly and jokingly in hopes of calming it down. It meowed quietly and got closer to you before bumping its head against your knuckles. You obliged and kept petting the small creature, scratching at the base behind its ears before moving to scratch under its chin.

“You are my cute black cat

A red ribbon will look great on you.

But if you get mad

You will scratch and hurt others.”

You mindlessly sang this song until the end and it looked like the lullaby worked. You looked down and you saw the black cat curled up in your arms, sleeping soundly. You cooed at the endearing sight before bending down to kiss the top of its head.

The second hour had passed and you unfortunately had to go to bed since you felt the fatigue taking over. Setting the cat down for a second, you walked over to Regina and gently nudged her awake. She was up in seconds and quickly made her way to her post while you sneakily grabbed the cat and laid it beside you before you laid down and drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, you stretched and looked around. The fire was out, the camp looked the same as it was before, and there was a random person’s bare feet staring straight at you in the face -

Wait a second…

Immediately, you got up and faced the person but you froze the moment you saw Regina with a knife against her throat. You then looked down and saw the leather cuff that was on her wrist.

You nor her put it on there.

“Move and her throat will be sliced open.” A raspy voice was heard. You finally looked at the person that was holding Regina captive. Your eyes widened and your annoyance grew even more.

You found the witch.

And she was looking raggedy as hell.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms. You raised an eyebrow at her in suspicion before gesturing to her to say what the fuck she needed. She pointed the tip of her dagger at you then back at Regina’s throat. You didn’t flinch one bit since you were used to weapons being pointed at you. Your patience was wearing thin and you felt your powers heat your palms. However, you remained calm and stared her down menacingly, smirking subtly when you saw the fear in the witch’s eyes. She was afraid.

Good.

“What do you want?” Your voice got deeper and you felt your eyes be tinted with a shade of blue, indicating that you will not hesitate to attack if she tried something. She scoffed and pressed the tip of the dagger against Regina’s throat a bit harder, which pissed you off.

“Where’s my cat?”

You had to scoff. She didn’t ask who you guys were, if you’re following her, or anything else a smart or a beginner bad guy would ask.

She asked about her fucking cat.

Feeling your patience run out, you flicked your wrist and the witch was sent flying back against a nearby tree. Roots sprang up and wrapped around her tightly. She tried to use her powers to free herself, but you were faster. You got the cuff off Regina’s wrist and slapped it on her own wrist. Now she was useless. As your midnight blue irises stared down at her, she cowered in fear. Clearly, she had no idea who you were.

“I don’t give a shit about your cat. It probably ran away due to how fucking stupid you are. But you were definitely smart enough to send that damn aconitum plant after one of our own. You’re extremely lucky the illness hasn’t gotten serious yet. However, you’re still going to help us create a cure.”

“And if I don’t? What are you going to do, loser?”

Oof. She was seriously getting on your nerves. A root wrapped itself around her neck and a slight choking sound emitted from her throat. All cockiness and pride were washed away as she realized the severity of the situation.

Not only did she piss off the Good Queen’s and Wicked Witch’s little brother, she also pissed off the deadliest and most powerful wizard known throughout all of the kingdoms hidden in Storybrooke.

The Demonic Ace.

She gulped nervously and tried to apologize, but the root was constricting her voice so you loosened the root a little bit so she can apologize and cooperate. Once you deemed her apology decent enough, you let her go yet also kept her in place at the same time. She got the memo and led you and Regina to where she was hidden before guiding you guys on how to properly create an antidote for the effects of the illness.

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That was almost three months ago. Robin got better, the stupid witch was detained, and you were back home playing video games. Until Zelena poofed in, grabbed your arm, and poofed out with you dragged along. Once you arrived at Granny’s Diner, you were glaring at her, indicating why she interrupted your gaming session. When she pointed in a different direction, you followed your eyes to where she was pointing.

And boy were you glad.

Sitting with your other sister, the Savior, and Henry was a gorgeous man. He had an equally gorgeous face with a pretty nose, pretty lips, piercing eyes, a piercing underneath his right eyebrow that had a slit on it, a sharp jawline, and black hair that was parted in a way.

You were a sucker for undercuts and piercings. You also couldn’t help but find the mole under his eye very endearing. You then looked down at his outfit.

You almost fell to your knees.

He had on an all black fit that contrasted very fucking well with his honey colored skin. A black tank top, a silver cuban link, faded black skinny jeans, and black shiny boots.

Regina said that black is her color, but in all honesty, you were ready to fight in order to defend your opinion. Because in this moment right now

Black was his color.

Zelena pushed you to the table and as if they timed it, Regina, Emma, and Henry all moved out of the way before you fell into your seat. You sat up straight and you looked the man in the eyes, apologizing for being a klutz. He smiled brightly and shook his head.

“It’s ok, babe.”

HUH?!

BABE?!

WAIT DID THEY SET YOU UP ON ANOTHER DATE?!

As if he read your mind, he took your hand and kissed the back of it before setting it down and holding it gently in his own.

“Let me explain. My name is Jung Wooyoung. I’m a new resident of Storybrooke. Before that though, I was under an animagus curse and roamed the streets as a black cat for three years. You broke that curse.”

EVERYTHING MADE SO MUCH SENSE NOW!

You blushed and shyly grinned at him before shaking your own head.

“It was nothing. And I’m sorry you got cursed. I totally understand if you don’t want to talk about it. Curses cast by witches and wizards fucking suck. But I’m glad I was able to free you!” You rambled nervously and he chuckled.

His voice was smooth and a bit higher than a normal guy’s, yet it was still airy. He leaned over the table and kissed your cheek. Your blush got worse after that. A smirk painted his face as he spoke.

“Since I’m new, can you show me around?”

#mirohsaurorasociety #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader

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