#and then they immediately get bodied BEFORE THEY EVEN FINISH EVOLVING
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Coachella Night
Pairing- ATEEZ OT8 x Named Reader
Word count- 5k
Includes- Basically a gangbang, sex work but is it really work when the reader loves her job😆, 9 person relationship- don't know what that's called?, cock riding, missionary, from behind, double penetration, blow job, deep throating, pussy eating, cum eating, choking, squirting, dirty talk, multiple orgasms, so much cum, fluff
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@yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars @borntowalkaway @usagionthered @san-realblkwife @seonghwasstar @jejeyeppeo @soulseobi05 @kpop-bambi @prayerofthehaim @realisticnotes @pinkies-things @insomniacatiny @stephy-nicole13 @mknae-jongho @bykeynote
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J POV
"Come here", San growls, pulling me into his naked lap, "Sit on my cock and ride me"
Getting his dick to my entrance, I slide down, my pussy wet and opening just enough for him push in and spread my hole open
"Fuck yes", he yells, his fingers digging into my thighs, pushing me down on him, "Fuck, just what I need right now. Fuck tight little pussy"
I know sex is just what he needs
It's what they all need after every performance, especially this hard intense Coachella one, which is why I'm here
ATEEZ's personal whore
I was hired for KQ for this reason
Fuck the guys whenever they want
And god do I love my job
It's more than a job since I've been with them since ATEEZ started
It's evolved into love between me and all of them
A weird nine person relationship that surprisingly works for us
I moved into the dorm with them, sleeping in one of their rooms every night
I go with them on every tour, every show, sleeping with them individually, in groups or all together
They take care of me and I take care of them, sexually and non sexually
But right now they wanna fuck and so do I
San bottoms me out on his length and I immediately start bouncing up and down, the drag of his big cock so fucking good
"Yes, fuck, ride me naekkeo", he yells, his hands helping me move up and down, "Oh god, yes"
Leaning over him, I lean one hand on his abs, the hard muscles cut into his skin, feeling so good under my fingers
I wrap my other hand around the chains around his neck, gripping them hard, moaning as every slam down his perfect head hits my spot, pleasure shooting up my spine
"Fuck, god your horny huh baby?", he grunts, his hips moving up, fucking up into me and meeting me when I come down, plunging his cock in so much deeper, "Pussy is already making such a huge creamy mess. So fucking tight, wanting to cum already"
I nod, whining, both of us fucking each other quickly, his big cock throbbing inside me
"It's not only me Sannie. Your cock wants to cum", I tell him, clenching down on his hard length, making it even more pleasurable for his dick to push through, "You want to fill my pussy baby"
"Fuck yes, I do"
"Mm I wanna cream all over your cock"
"Do it", he urges, "Right now"
He slams in hard and I scream as bliss takes over, my whole body shaking as I cum
"San! San! San!"
"Joanne fuck! Yes naekkeo, so tight", he gasps
Shoving his cock inside me, I feel him throb then warm cum filling me as I watch him orgasm
He's so fucking gorgeous
They all are
I rock on his cock, my pussy milking him as we both finish
He sits up, smiling at me right before he pulls me into a passionate kiss
I move my arms around his neck, kissing him back, loving how passionate he is when kissing me
They all have different ways of kissing and I love them all
San's is passionate
Wooyoung's is teasing
Seonghwa's is slow and deep Hongjoong's is hungry
Yeosang's is wild
Mingi's is desperate
Yunho's is eager
And Jongho's is hard
And I'm honestly in heaven any time I kiss any one of them
"Ok my turn!", Wooyoung whines
San breaks the kiss, chuckling, "Seems like Woo needs you bad naekkeo. Be good to him ok?"
I nod, "Always"
"Love you naekkeo"
"Love you Sannie", I answer, kissing his cheek
Climbing off of San, I sit on the bed while he gets up, Wooyoung coming right next to me, his lips against mine automatically
"Mm princess", he whines, giving me lots of little kisses on my lips but denying me his tongue
For now
Such a little shit
"Yeosang and I are gonna play ok?"
I nod, knowing how much him, Yeosang and San love tag team me
Wooyoung pulls me in his lap in a reverse cowgirl, then pulls me down against him, my back against his hard chest
I turn my head to him, kissing him as he moves his cock to my hole
I push down on him just as I slide my tongue in his mouth, against his, swallowing the moan he lets out
Moving my arm around his neck, I keep his head in place, his lips firmly against mine
No teasing right now
His hands touch my body, one wrapping around my left boob, the other sliding down to my pussy, his fingers playing with my clit
More pleasure explodes in my body, my pussy squirting juice as I fully take him inside me
"Oh god princess", he groans against my lips, "You're so fucking perfect"
"So are you Woo", I murmur, squeezing his fat cock tightly
I feel lips on my lower stomach and I break the kiss with Wooyoung, watching Yeosang kiss up my body slowly
"Mm jagi", he groans, his tongue licking my skin, "Such soft skin baby. Sweat tastes so good"
"Mmm Yeo", I groan, my body trembling as his mouth reaches my nipple
He sucks on it, bliss blasting everywhere, my cunt choking Wooyoung's cock
"Ffff", Wooyoung groans, his fingers digging into my other boob
Yeosang let's go of my nipple a minute later, his lips crashing into mine, his tongue down my throat
I wrap my free hand around his neck, pulling him closer, his body on top of mine
I feel him move his cock to my hole, pushing inside
I've taken both of them before so this is nothing new
But the pleasure is always incredible
He slides in, opening me up as wide as he can, my body arching off of Wooyoung's, moaning in Yeosang's mouth, my body shaking uncontrollably in ecstacy
I feel so satisfyingly full when he gets all in, my pussy trying to clench down on both cocks inside me
"God, always so fucking tight", Yeosang groans, "Fuck jagi, whether it's one cock or two, your always tight"
"Mmm", I moan, my brain not able to think of words to say
"Ready to wreck our princess?", Wooyoung asks Yeosang
"So ready", Yeosang agrees
I feel both their cocks slide out, my pussy desperately trying to latch on and keep them inside
Then suddenly I'm full to bursting as they thrust back in at the same time, pleasure crashing over me
I scream their names as they move quickly, stroke after stroke, one of their heads hitting my spot each time
"God she's so good", Wooyoung groans
"Mmm...fuck, she's creaming our cocks so much. Never seen this much cream from her pussy before"
"Fuck, I wanna see", Wooyoung whines, although he's seen it plenty of times when their places are switched
Yeosang sits up slightly, his hands around my boobs squeezing, fingers pinching my nipples, adding to the bliss
His eyes are on mine, watching me with a smirk on his gorgeous face
While Wooyoung's hand is between Yeosang and I, rubbing my clit as they fuck me, driving me crazy
I'm aware that Wooyoung's other hand is squeezing my hip as he moans in my ear
As for me, one of my hands is gripping Yeosang's back, the other gripping Wooyoung's side, my nails buried in their skin as they fuck me like a rag doll
My head is in the clouds, I can't tell where they and I start, it's all just one big thing of pleasure
"Mmm baby's all fucked out", Yeosang laughs, their hips not stopping
"Yeah and her pussy is gonna cum. You feel how tighter she is?"
"Yeah, clenching so desperately. Such a good pussy for us"
"Such a good girl", Wooyoung agrees, "Is she scratching you up too?"
"Yeah. Feels good"
I hear their words but my brain isn't connecting that I'm scratching them
I'm too far gone to make sense of it right now
All I know is I'm gonna cum and it's going to be a massive orgasm
The thrust again and I lose all of my senses as wave after wave of ecstasy tidal waves over my body
I'm aware I'm screaming their names, I'm aware I'm squirting but I can't control anything, just ride the waves of utter bliss
"Yes good girl", Yeosang praises, his hand running in my hair, kissing my face, while Wooyoung kisses my neck
"Such a good princess", Wooyoung coos, "Feels so fucking good baby"
"Yeah, fuck I'm gonna cum", Yeosang groans
"Me too", Wooyoung moans
I feel both cocks move inside me then hot cum filling me and leaking out of my pussy
"Yes Joanne, fuck jagi", Yeosang groans
"Princess, Jo, mmmm....so good", Wooyoung whines
I feel so exhausted, my body sore as the pleasure fades
Yeosang kisses my lips softly, tells me he loves me, then pulls out and moves off me
Wooyoung whispers "I love you" in my ear, kisses my cheek then slips out from under me, laying me on the bed
I couldn't move if I wanted to
I need a few minutes to get the feeling back in my body
I feel a warm wet towel on my pussy, one of them cleaning the mess in my cunt while hands are on my thighs, massaging my achy muscles
After a few minutes, I feel like I'm able to move again
But before I do, I feel a wet tongue on my pussy, licking slowly up, rolling over my clit, zapping pleasure back into me
I know who it is without looking
But I gaze down away, seeing his warm brown eyes on mine as his tongue runs up and down my pussy
Seonghwa
He's huge on oral
Loves to eat me out as much as he can
Always does it before we have sex
Hell, even when we're not having sex, he just wants his mouth on me
And I'll take it every time
He is the king of oral and knows just what to do to get me seeing stars
"Hwannie", I whimper, moving my fingers in his soft black hair
"Tastes so good jagi", he murmurs, flicking my clit back and forth, "Love eating your pussy baby"
I smile at him, watching his tongue slide up and down, getting more turned on
He pushes his face more into my cunt, his tongue slipping inside, making me clench around it
"Fuck", he groans, lightly tongue fucking me, "So fucking good. Making me so hard baby"
"Mm Hwa, gonna fuck me too?", I ask, shivers running up my back, "Gonna give me your big fat cock too?"
"Yes", he moans, his mouth wrapping around my clit, sucking once, my body arching from just that one move, "Gonna make you cream on my face jagi. Cum all over my tongue. Then I'm gonna make you cum on my cock"
He sucks faster, the bliss increasing
"Gonna cum in my pussy Hwannie? Fill me with you cum?"
"Yes jagi, fuck yes", he whines, slurping desperately on my clit, his jaw moving so hypnotically with each move
My legs shake around his head, my breathing increasing as he gets me closer
God, the fucking mouth on this man is incredible
Sucking harshly, I'm thrown head first into a mind blowing orgasm, my body arching, incredible pleasure running through my veins, my mouth screaming his name uncontrollably
"Seonghwa! Seonghwa! Seonghwa!"
He sucks on me a few more times then slides his tongue down into my cunt, my pussy throbbing around it immediately
"Oh god yes Hwa", I cry, tears running down my face from the bliss
His tongue keeps moving as he swallows my cum, moaning how good I taste
After he cleans my pussy, he kisses up my body, my skin jumping with every press of his lips
He moves on top of me just as his lips press against mine, shivers running up my spine
He licks my lip, his tongue against mine, his mouth moving as he kisses me deeply
He moves my legs around his waist, his cock pushing in
As soon as his head is in, my pussy locks around him, squeezing tightly
He groans as he slips inside, forcing me open around his thick cock
I feel every inch slide in, my pussy becoming wetter and wetter, sucking his length inside
I move my arms around his back, holding him tightly, my body arching into his
He groans, his arm wrapping around my waist, keeping me against him as he bottoms out, his head right against my spot
He pulls back, tingles running through my body at the drag of his fat cock, my legs squeezing his waist tighter
He thrust in slow but deep, his cock plunging in my pussy, hitting my spot, pleasure crashing around me
He keeps his strokes deep, getting a perfect pace going, not too fast, not too slow
I'm soon in complete bliss, moaning in between kisses, gripping his back, my other hand sliding in the back of his hair, fingers tangling in the strands
"So good jagi", he murmurs, in between kisses, "You fit perfectly around my cock baby. Made for me"
I nod, moaning a yes, then kissing him again, wanting nothing but his lips against mine
His head rubs against my spot over and over, the pleasure building until I snap, crashing right into another orgasm, clinging onto him as I ride the bliss
"Hwa", I moan against his lips, a groan coming for him as he sheaths his cock inside me, throbbing wonderfully then shooting him cum in deep, "Hwannie"
"Jo fuck jagi", he whimpers, grinding into me as my pussy sucks his cock dry, "I love you"
"I love you Hwa"
He looks down at me, smiling softly, presses a kiss to my cheek,
Then he pulls out and moves off me, Mingi coming to stand at the edge of the bed, looking at me shyly
"Can you ride me aegi?"
"Of course baby", I smile, tugging his hand and getting him to lay down
I start to climb on him but he stops me
"Other way aegi"
I smirk, "Oh, you wanna watch my pussy fuck you?"
He bite his lips nodding
"Ok baby but first I want a kiss"
He smiles brightly, pulling me down to him, his lips against mine
The kiss turns desperate, our tongues playing with each others, his mouth constantly moving
"Please", he whispers against my lips, "Please, need you"
I run my fingers in his hair, smiling at him, "Anything for you baby"
I get on him in a reverse cowgirl position, leaning over on the bed, giving him a good view of my cunt
"Fuck aegi", he groans as I hold his cock in place so I can sit on it
My pussy is wet with juice and Seonghwa's cum so it's easier to get him in
I still push down hard because Mingi's cock is one of the biggest with Yunho's slightly bigger
But I still get him all in every time
I love feeling full of him, love feeling like he's in my stomach
"Oh god baby", he groans, as I slip him in, "Fuck, that tiny hole spreading so wide for my cock. So pretty. God I love how tight you are"
"Mmm yeah baby", I groan, sitting fully on his dick, rocking back and forth, using his head to rub my spot
"Yes, yes, yes", he cries, his hands squeezing my ass, his hips bucking up, keeping himself completely buried in my pussy
I change my movements, grinding on his cock, each pass of his head on my spot making me pulse down hard, feeling fucking amazing
"Jagi", I hear in front of me
I look up to find Yunho in front of me, his hand around his very hard cock, slit dripping cum, "It hurts baby. I need a little....can you-"
I nod, waving him closer, knowing exactly what he needs
He gets on the bed in front of me, my hand replacing his, my mouth around his fat head, licking and swallowing his cum
So good
I begin sucking softly, his pretty groans reaching my ears
"Baby", Mingi whines and I begin to bounce on his cock while sucking off Yunho
I've done this plenty of times before, so I had a lot of practice at coordinating movements
I slide slowly up Mingi's cock, purposely clenching his length as I do
When I get to his head, I surge down, taking him all in one shot, my ass hitting his legs with a loud smack
I repeat these movements, bliss running through my body, making sure my spot gets stimulated each bounce
At the same time, I suck more of Yunho's dick into my mouth, jerking off the rest of him in time to my sucking
"Yes jagi", Yunho groans, his hand in my hair, holding on, his face in pleasure as he watches me, his chest heaving
I decided to stop teasing him and push down his length, bottoming him out in my throat
"God jagi", he whines, my mouth sucking on him hard while I move on Mingi's cock, Mingi whimpering in pleasure behind me
Fuck, I love having two big hard cocks inside me, fucking both my pussy and throat open
I move my head back and forth, bobbing on Yunho's dick, while I bounce on Mingi, taking him deep inside me
As if they read each other's minds, Mingi starts thrusting up into my cunt as I come down, holding me in place as he fucks my pussy just as Yunho holds my head still and starts throat fucking me
Tears run down my eyes from the intense ecstasy, letting both of them use me how they want
And enjoying every second of it
The wet sound of my pussy taking Mingi's cock mixes with the wet sound of Yunho fucking my throat and it's so pornographic, turning me on more
My head gets fuzzy as I'm thoroughly fucked, each stroke of their cocks bringing me closer and closer
"Pussy's gonna cum", Mingi shouts, his hips moving faster, wrecking my hole
Both thrust in again, euphoria throwing me into an earth shattering orgasm
I scream on Yunho's cock, both of them fucking me through it, both yelling at how good I feel
My arms shake violently, almost giving out as my orgasm keeps going
Mingi's throbbing cock slams up, his cum filling me as he screams my name
Yunho's cock continues to pummel my throat, spit all over his cock, leaking onto the bed
"I'm gonna cum!", Yunho yells, "Wanna cum in her pussy!"
I'm pulled off Mingi, turned around, my face against Mingi's chest as Yunho shoves his thick cock in from behind me, splitting my hole wide open
He pounds in repeatedly, my cunt still sensitive from the orgasm Mingi gave me that it doesn't take long before I'm coming again on Yunho's cock, screaming in bliss against Mingi's skin, Mingi's fingers running in my hair
"Yes yes yes", he growls, thrusting in and coming inside me, "Joanne, jagi fuck, I love you"
I feel his cum leak out from my cunt as my pussy twitches around him
He finishes and pulls out, my body shaking slightly on it's own
Mingi kisses my cheek, whispering an "I love you" before he moves away, putting me on the bed
I'm laying face down on the bed, hands running up and down my back
"Jagi", Jongho says softly, "Can you handle more?"
Of course I can
I'm not stopping until all my guys are satisfied
I still have Jongho and Hongjoong left
I'm not leaving them out
"Yeah baby", I answer
"Stay just like this baby", he says, moving his arm around my waist, holding my ass up, "I'll take you this way so you can rest"
"Are you sure baby?"
"Yeas jagi. I got you"
I murmur in agreement, glad that I can at least lay down for now and save my energy
I know Hongjoong is gonna want me to ride him
It's his favorite position and I'll always give him, give them all what they want
Jongho likes it from behind so this is perfect for him
I feel his cock tight at my hole, going inside slowly
Chills run up my spine as he gets in, my pussy spasming on his dick, relishing the way he opens my cunt
Jongho is massively thick, almost too big for me and normally he has to push hard to get in
I'm just soaking wet and full of cum, making it easy for him to slip in
He pulls out slowly, pleasure sparking up my spine, tears falling down my face
He thrusts back inside slowly, making sure he bottoms out, going in so deep
"Jongho", I cry, each stroke so fucking good
I should be overstimulated but because I fuck them all regularly, I'm used to this many orgasms, this much pleasure
Jongho keeps his steady rhythm and I find myself moving back on him as he thrusts in, spreading my legs wider
His pelvis hits my ass over and over, the sound washing over me
"Fuck your pussy is so wet baby. Such a big fucking mess in there", he groans, "Gonna let me leave a mess in there too?"
"Yes Jonghie, want your mess in my pussy", I whine, my fingers twisting in the sheets, "Fuck want it so bad"
Him and I move together, his fingers sliding down to my clit, rubbing and sending me head first into my orgasm, squirting all over him
"Fff...fuck Jo!", he cries, shoving his cock in, coming in my cunt, feeling so good
When we finish, he pulls out, turning me on my back, leaning down, his soft lips against mine in a hard but sweet kiss
"I love you", he tells me
"I love you too Jonghie", I smile tiredly
He kisses my forehead, then moves off the bed
I lift my head looking for Hongjoong
"I'm here jagi", he says softly, sitting next to me, "It's ok baby, we don't have to. I know you're tired"
Not tired enough to stop
"No baby", I answer, sitting up
"Baby it's ok", he repeats
I shake my head, getting in his lap, facing him, cupping his cheek, tilting his head back, his gorgeous brown eyes on mine
"I need you Joongie", I tell him, then press my lips to his, "I need my captain"
He kisses me like he can't get enough, his tongue against mine, arms wrapped around my body, fingers tangling in my hair
As I kiss him, I sink down on his dick, my hole stretching for him
His breath hitches as he stops kissing me, moaning in my mouth but keeping his lips against mine
I bounce on his dick, his hands sliding down my back, gripping my ass as I ride him
My mind is completely shutting off as I get fucked out on his cock
He's so hard, having to sit, wait and watch the other guys with me
He has the patience of a saint
I keep my arms around his neck, fingers buried in his hair, both of us breathing hard against each other's lips, his cock expertly fucking me open, his fat head against my spot again and again
My legs burn from riding and being open for so long but I'm not stopping
He feels too good and he deserves this
"Jjjj...jagi ..can you ..", he trails off
"Yeah baby", I agree, "Lay back for me"
He moves back on his elbows, his head tilted back, his neck exposed to me
Leaning forward, I press a kiss to his beauty mark that I love, then sit back up
Increasing my speed, I ride him hard, my hand moving around his neck
Squeezing his neck, his body stiffens, shaking under me as I cut his air off
I make sure I slam my cunt down on him hard and fast, grinding on his cock when I take him back in
Letting go of his neck, he breathes in, whining that it feels good
I choke him again, watching him get closer
Letting him breathe, he opens his eyes, tears falling down his beautiful face
Tears of my own fall because of the pleasure he's giving me, his cock throbbing so fast, hard and pleasurably inside me
His hand moves to my clit, rubbing softly, my pussy gripping his cock in a vice grip, completely soaking him, the ecstasy increasing
"Jagi", he sobs, his body shaking under me, "Please jagi"
"Cum for me Joongie", I whisper, choking him again, bouncing and sending him into his orgasm
I watch him fall apart under me, the sight so gorgeous as he pumps my pussy full of cum
He's still rubbing my clit and that stimulation plus feeling him fill me makes me snap
I cry out his name, sobbing hard as I climax around his cock for the last time tonight
Letting go of his neck, his scream of my name shatters the silence, his arm snaking around my waist, pulling me against him as he lays down
I bury my face in his neck, staying on top of him, both of us crying as the ecstasy slowly leaves us
Cuddling into him, I close my eyes, both of us staying still as we try to catch our breath
My body is dead weight and I can't move at all
I'm exhausted
"I love you jagi", he whispers
"I love you Joongie"
"Stay with me?", he asks
"Yeah baby", I agree, wanting to stay in his arms
"She'll sleep here with me tonight", Hongjoong says tiredly, holding me tightly against him
"Really?", Yeosang whines
"Yeah", Hongjoong answers, "She can't get up right now. She's exhausted. And I'm already holding her. I'm not giving her up tonight. I want to stay with her"
I smile against his neck, giving him a soft peck
"Fine but she's with me tomorrow", Yunho says
"Then me", Yeosang calls
The rest of them call a day for me to sleep with them, a smile forming on my face from how much they want me
Showing me I mean more to them than just sex
It gives me a warm joyful feeling inside
"Ok shoo", Hongjoong says after the schedule is made, "Come say good night to her
"There's food on the table if she's hungry", Seonghwa tells Hongjoong
"And water and Gatorade", Mingi says, "In the fridge"
"Ok", Hongjoong answers
"Night jagi", Seonghwa says, coming over and kissing my lips softly, "I love you"
"I love you Hwa. Night"
"Good night naekkeo. I love you", San coos, kissing my cheek, then my lips
"Night Sannie and I love you"
One by one they all come to say good night, tell me they love me and kiss me
And I tell each one of them I love them because I do
My heart has enough room for all of them and I can't live without any of them
The rest of the guys leave and after a few minutes, Hongjoong sits up with me in his lap
He reaches for the phone and dials
"Hi, yeah can you come and change the sheets, blankets and pillows? My dumb friends spilled alcohol all over it. I'm gonna take a shower so you guys can just come in. Thanks"
He's smart
He hangs up the phone, then stands up with me
We go into the bathroom and he turns the water on in the bathtub
"What are you doing Joongie"
"Taking care of my jagi"
"You don't have to baby"
He really doesn't
None of them have to but they all take turns with aftercare
From getting me food, to cleaning me up, to showering or taking a bath with me, each one of them has taken care of me more than once from the first time I slept with them
And when they're exhausted, either from sex or from their work, I take care of them
"Of course I do", he says softly, "I love you jagi, I want to take care of you"
"I love you too Joongie", I smile
He smiles his gorgeous smile, taking my breath away
He tucks hair behind my ear, saying, "Besides, the people are coming to change the bedding and you need a hot bath to relax in"
"You're staying with me right?"
He nods, "Of course baby"
When the rub is full, Hongjoong gets both of us in the tub, me sitting in-between his legs and laying back on him
He leans my head back on his shoulder, kissing my neck, his hands massaging my shoulders
It feels so good against my achy muscles
He makes sure to massage my arms and my legs too, making my muscles looser
Then he just holds me, his arms around my waist, his head leaning against mine
It's so comfortable, his strong arms feeling so good around me
I don't know how long we stay in the bath for but when we get out the water is cold
We heard the staff come in and change the sheets so we can go to sleep now
Hongjoong dries me off then carries me back into the room, laying me in the bed
He turns off all the lights, then gets into bed beside me, pulling the blanket around us
His arm wraps around me as I lay my head on his shoulder, my face against his neck, our legs tangled, cuddling into each other
"Night jagi", he murmurs, kissing my forehead, "I love you"
"I love you", I answer, kissing his jaw, "Night baby"
Closing my eyes, I drift off to sleep in my captain's arms
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Why do you like jiang cheng?
At the risk of liking him for the wrong reasons, let me be verbose and annoying about it.
A short anecdote: I finished the donghua before the novel and I liked JC's aesthetic so I was happy to have that imagery in my head for the novel, but mostly I came out of the donghua like "cool story, the ending was frowny face though" and I came out of the novel like I was lost in the IKEA store "there's stuff here but it's not what I want and it's organized in a way that's hard to navigate through." Bit like giving me a puzzle to solve.
Anyway, imagine a cat bapping at a thing trying to get fandom to show me what to do with MDZS (i.e. reading fanfic) and then I come across anti-Jiang Cheng stuff.
//record scratch
I'm sorry what?
Why?
NO.
I started then on Shuangjie reconciliation fic and quickly evolved into Jiang Cheng "Apologist" ((I actually don't think he has anything to apologize for even if he would do so anyway.))
I've been in the xianxia/wuxia sphere of media consumption for a year or so before trying out MDZS and JC just fits so well as the main character of his own story; destined for a position of power through birth, friends with someone in his life that causes conflict, seemingly betrayed by said friend when needing that friend the most, losing and losing and losing as his trust in said friend proves unfounded because the friend walks a path he can't follow, and then he's left with the tragedy that befell the world because--ultimately he trusted this friend too much.
It's a classic story of love and attachment and how good intentions can have massive consequences. Two men entwined by fate and in the end there's a battle on a hill (off screen in this case) where one is forced to "kill" the other.
MDZS could have ended with the past timeline, and I would have liked it more but at least in the present timeline we get Jiujiu and a-Ling.
Anyway: Excerpts and Commentary Below about WHY I LOVE JIANG CHENG, courtesy WANYIN
Of all the clans to offend, you don’t offend the Jiang Clan, and of all the people to offend, you never offend Jiang Cheng.
We stand by a badass mf in this house. The first thing we learn is that he gets credit for killing a big baddy and the second thing we learn is how fierce the rest of his reputation is. He brooks no shit and leaves no quarter. Amazing 💜
Well, I was done for at "gaze like two streaks of cold lightning" so RIP me, I guess. Reminds me of some antis that are like "you only like him because he's hot" which isn't true but it is a nice plus. He's described as inferior to LWJ so like, if it was only about hotness then wouldn't I like LWJ???
“I am his uncle. Do you have any last words?”
At the sound of that voice, every drop of blood in Wei Wuxian’s body seemed to surge to his head but then immediately drained away again. Thankfully, his face was already a mess of ghastly white, so it didn’t look strange when he went a little paler.
A man in purple attire strode over. He was dressed in a narrow-sleeved light robe, with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. A silver bell dangled from his waist, yet there was no sound when he walked.
This young man had fine brows and almond eyes, with a chiseled handsomeness to his features. His eyes were deep and intense with a hint of aggression, his gaze like two streaks of cold lightning. He stopped and stood three meters away from Wei Wuxian. His expression was like that of a nocked arrow on a bow, ready to shoot, and even his composure was suffused with arrogant pride.
Jiang Cheng ruled the Jiang Clan of Yunmeng alone, so it could have been said that he was in a state of isolation.
🥺 Alone?? And he could still afford 400 Immortal Binding Nets? Self-sufficient king 🤩 And like, his reputation is so fierce and he's boiling over with anger in that scene, but still he restrains himself because he did the cost-benefit analysis! And then later he takes a huge risk on WWX, like he always does for WWX, and that doesn't work out for him--like it always does.
Seeing that nothing had happened to Jin Ling, Jiang Cheng was greatly relieved. However, that relief soon turned into a furious reprimand:
Parent behavior. Enough said.
He has a twisted smile when encountering a trigger for his PTSD and then he decides to fight it instead of letting it paralyze him. He's such a doer. Like, every other moment of the day he's carefully calculating pluses and minuses to every choice (valid) but when it comes to facing his personal demons he's ready to throw down. Excellent.
A moment later, Jiang Cheng’s lips pulled into a twisted smile. His left hand subconsciously began stroking that ring once more.
He said softly, “Excellent. Back, are you?”
He let go of his left hand, and a long whip dangled from it.
“Oh? Then please enlighten me, what is your type?”
Walking A-Spec flag very concerned about what the man who might be his shixiong thinks about him, more at eleven!
Wei Wuxian waved him off and then hooked his arm around Jiang Cheng’s shoulders. “Who cares? I’ll tease him a bit more before I go. You’ve already collected my corpse so many times. Once more won’t hurt.”
Okay but big lol that JC doesn't get to collect WWX's corpse that final time. //sounds of sobbing
A smile appeared on his face, but then he immediately humphed.
He's so grumpy and adorable! I love him! pre massacre JC is precious and I just want him to have someone to bring out that smile again.
He literally didn't have to do this. He makes all these excuses how he'll be embarrassed if WWX is rolling around 😂 Perfection. Boy, you are still carrying him and he doesn't want you to stop.
Jiang Cheng, walk slower, you’re gonna throw me off.”
Not only did Jiang Cheng want to throw Wei Wuxian off, but he practically wanted to bash his head into the ground to create a human crater. “So fussy even though I’m carrying you!”
“I didn’t tell you to carry me,” Wei Wuxian reasoned.
Jiang Cheng flew into a rage. “If I didn’t carry you, I think you’d hang out at their ancestral hall all day, rolling around on the floor. I can’t afford this embarrassment! Lan Wangji took fifty more strikes than you, but he walked away on his own, and you’re not embarrassed, pretending to be an invalid? I don’t want to carry you anymore. Get the hell off!”
“No, I’m wounded,” Wei Wuxian said.
Alrighty, like I'm just going through the entire book at this point.
Let me see if I can make this more concise:
Sacrifices himself despite his very dutiful nature that would oppose this. He throws away all his responsibilities for WWX, again and again, carrying on a tradition of favoring WWX over his own health and happiness. Citing: JFM favoring WWX to the detriment of his marriage, JYL dying to save WWX, and JC (exhausted and with little or no power) running into danger to save WWX ala distracting the Wen patrol and 2nd Siege.
Can't be honest in his affections and makes up excuses to do nice things for others.
Loves and understands his sister. She wanted JZX so he made it happen when LLJ had absolutely no reason to reinstate the marriage contract between Xuanli. JGS notes in the CR arc that he didn't want the marriage for his son in the first place and that there were better options than YMJ, and that was before the war! JC helped her get to Yiling to show off her wedding dress! Even though she married out he still felt so attached to her son he couldn't not co-parent Jin Ling.
Yes, he has Zidian, but he also has a second horsewhip that he keeps on him which is very exciting to know.
The narrative hates him but he survives. (He survives because the narrative hates him).
Most BAMF entrance in the novel at the temple scene with the busting the temple doors down and coming in from the rain with an umbrella. Like sure the narrative hates him but small blessings that rule of cool still counts for something.
Mama's boy.
Just some dude, shows up late to treasury room nonsense, knows all the gossip, no one has faith in him including himself, but he keeps going and doing what needs to be done even when he's so so tired and his shixiong shows up 3 months late with a ghoul lady and a latte, or disappears to liberate slave property without warning first and now he's called into a midnight meeting after trying to get some much needed rest and now he's got consequences to deal with. Someone help him!
An expert at sneering. Threats as a show of worry and care. This makes all the little and brief smiles so much more endearing.
Sandu Shengshou is an amazing title, get out of here if you don't agree. Holy Hand of the Three Poisons? Brutal, perfect 💜 It gets used like, ONCE. Crime against me personally.
Link to Blorbo Sheet for JC
He loves, he hates, he wants to hate he's not allowed to love. Zero middle ground, he's all in and there's no way out.
//is shot and dragged off stage
But just as the Wei Wuxian of the past who’d extracted his golden core for Jiang Cheng had been unable to tell him the truth, the Jiang Cheng of the present could no longer bring himself to speak up.
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Babe.... Gamer Wrio in grey sweats, shirtless AND glasses? If I'm on his lap he ain't stopping me from grinding on him 😭😭😭😭 He's being so distracting FOR WHAT?!
- 🦦 anon
SO TRUE SO RIGHT
He's distracting you first, looking that fine and in nothing but those damn sweats, so it's just right that you distract him a little, too 👀 You move your hips a bit, 'accidentally' grinding down once, twice— just enough that he catches you with a hand on your thigh, a low, "And just what do you think you're doing?" whispered in your ear.
"Just getting more comfy," you tell him, leaning back into his firm body. And though he's suspicious, Wriothesley just raises a brow but goes back to what he's doing, leaving you to your own devices.
It doesn't take long for you to start up again, slight movements of your hips and your ass eventually evolving to bigger movements and you growing more insistent, more impatient as you grind yourself. down on his clothed cock that you can feel getting harder underneath you. It just makes you grind down more, makes you want to feel the outline of his length rub against you.
You only stop when his hands fly to squeeze your ass, hands digging into the soft flesh roughly and making you moan on the spot— you're so pent up for him.
"Naughty," your boyfriend purrs, voice low and gravel rough from arousal making you tremble in his hold. His chest is warm under your palms, the ridges of his muscles familiar to your touch. "I thought we were just going to hang out and cuddle today baby, but you just can't keep yourself off of me, can you?"
You shake your head, heart racing, mind already going hazy. "Want you, Wrio. Really really want you."
Another squeeze to your ass, but this time he tugs you down strong enough that he practically grinds your lower half on his cock himself, making you jerk and whine in surprise. Wriothesley chuckles, watching your eyes grow half-lidded as you squirm so desperately for him.
"I still have to finish my game, sweetheart." That elicits a protest from you, a whine of his name that has him nearly taking his words back then and there. "But—" He tuts. Another squeeze to your ass, another opportunity for him to press you so snugly against the hard outline of his cock. He grins. "If you can keep going until I'm done, I'll fuck you nice and good how you need, okay?"
You're already nodding before he's even finished, eyes shut as you struggle to try and move your lower half when he's still gripping you so firmly. Wriothesley gives you one last squeeze that has you yelping, then you're released from his hold. As soon as you can, you're immediately grinding yourself down on him with renewed vigor, all earlier pretenses of being coy and subtle tossed out the window in favor of the reward he's promised you.
"Keep going, sweetheart." Wriothesley says above you, his hands busying themselves once more with his game, all as you moan and writhe on his lap, all too eager to have his cock deep inside you once he's finished.
#「 💦 」 whipped.cream#「 🐈⬛ 」 catcze.desserts#wriothesley smut#genshin smut#cw gn reader#「 🍒 」 Sweet tooth !! 🦦 Anon
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i dont know if u accept smut reqs but if u don’t please ignore my ask and i’m so sorry for overstepping!!
but could i please req a hard dom!seungkwan who teaches u a lesson at home after u couldn’t stop whining and begging for him at dinner with ur friends?
18+ / mdi
content: dom!seungkwan, afab reader, teasing, smut, oral (m receiving), letc.
wc: 1399
a/n: im so sorry i took so long to finish this!!! ive been trying to make time for all reqs so its taking a while to get them all out T-T anyways thank u for requesting and i hope u enjoy!!
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it was common for seungkwan to bring you along whenever he had dinner with the members. it had kind of become a tradition to have dinner together at least once a month, with the members' respective significant others tagging along.
you had been part of the crew for a while, having been dating seungkwan for an extended period of time by now. you were practically just another friend to the members at this point, making all of you quite comfortable with one another.
maybe too comfortable.
seungkwan always thought of you as a well-behaved girl. not even in a dirty way or anything. he just knew you were never the type to act out in public or to purposely become a nuance to him. yes, you would banter with him sometimes, but it was always in good faith and never really went anywhere. sure, you'd often tease him in the bedroom and take advantage of your effect on him time after time, but this always remained behind closed doors.
which was why seungkwan was quite shocked at the way in which you had suddenly decided to behave.
you weren't being too obvious about it, keeping your brattiness between you and himself. it started with a few touches far too high on his thigh, followed by raunchy comments hidden behind a cough. then it evolved into lustful eyes staring down on his own whenever no one was looking.
it even manifested itself into you cornering him on your way to the bathroom as he came back from a bathroom break himself.
you'd planted a steamy kiss on his lips and felt him up in a very unseemly way before letting him know you 'wanted his cock so fucking bad' and making your merry way to the bathroom as he walked back to the table completely flustered. it then (unsurprisingly) proceeded into a text message received by seungkwan a few moments later, a message containing your bare breasts and a look in your eye that he only ever saw between the sheets. except you weren't between his sheets. you were at the restaurant's bathroom, making a fool of him with a mere picture.
that was more or less where seungkwan felt it'd be appropriate to put his foot down. he was never good at resisting you, and he knew that adding the extra layer of being surrounded by his members would only make him break sooner or later. so he decided to throw you a curveball and storm after you in the bathroom, coughing out an excuse of 'forgot my wallet in the restroom' to the other guys before sneaking his way into the hallway leading to the restroom. that's where he found you making your way back to the table before wordlessly dragging you to one of the spacious gender neutral stalls and locking the door.
immediately pushing you up against the wall, he practically growled out his next words.
"you wanted me to embarrass myself out there, huh? knowing i dont know how to act any time you tease me," he assessed, knowing he was right by your shocked expression.
you clearly were expecting him to crumble and make up some weak excuse in order to take you home as you smirked next to him, giving the members clear indication of who begged for who in the relationship. but he decided to turn things on you and give you a taste of your own medicine, maybe show you what it was like to get on your knees for your beloved.
"no, i-"
"did i say you could speak? good girls stay quiet til i tell them do speak. do you understand?", his hands went to run up and down your body, making a game plan of how he was going to take you.
"y-yes."
"good girl. now ..."
his eyed drifted down to your cleavage, reminding him of the dirty picture you had sent him earlier.
without a second thought, his hands grabbed onto your cleavage and forcefully pulled it down, ripping a bit at the arms of your dress before diving right to your tits, mouth open and willing.
"k-kwannie, what are you-"
he ignored your gasp, simply adding more force to the suckling of your breasts, using his arms to push up your hips against his own as he began to grind against you. his groans and your gasps were the only thing that could be heard in the empty restroom.
after getting his fill of your tits in his mouth, he became too frustrated by the mere friction he felt at the grinding of your hips, opting instead to guide you into a kneeling position in front of him.
"you're gonna be a good girl and take care of the problem you caused, right, baby?", he looked down at you with indescribable lust in his gaze.
"yes, kwannie ... want it in my mouth so bad," you begged, licking at him through his pants while you gave him the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen.
in any other occasion, this would've had him on his knees, begging for your mouth around his dick and crying as he felt the barest touch, but today he had to prove a point.
"stop messing around and get my cock out. don't make me repeat myself," he didn't recognize himself as he ordered you around, but he liked the shudder he saw go through you at his demanding tone.
without complaint, you hurriedly undid his pants and brought his boxers down, immediately getting to work as you licked and kissed at his tip.
he threw his head back at your teasing, unable to reprimand you for it. it just felt so fucking good.
luckily for both you and him, this didn't last long. before even realizing it, you were already gagging on as much of his cock as you could get into your mouth, looking up at him with furrowed brows as you wordlessly begged him. he was confused as to what you were begging for at first, only realizing what you meant when you brought his hands behind your head, slightly making him push your head forward and- oh.
was this what you wanted? was this what you'd been after all along?
you wanted him to take control and use you for his pleasure. fuck.
he almost came at the realization, until realizing that he'd much rather cum after fucking your mouth until you cried.
he began pistoling his hips against your mouth, moaning as you let yourself become his pretty fleshlight while he groaned at both the sight and feeling. maybe you weren't a bad behaved girl after all. maybe all you wanted was him to take his frustrations out on you and use you like the pretty doll you were.
or at least he hoped this was the case, because he was already addicted.
"pretty thing ... oh, fuck. such a pretty thing for me to use, aren't you? gonna cum in your mouth, okay? gonna fill you up and you're gonna swallow it all for me, yeah?", he mumbled between moans, knowing his end would come faster than expected.
and he was right. his orgasm took over just moments later, with his hands dragging your head up and down his cock while his hips thrust into your awaiting mouth. he completely lost himself as his orgasm washed over him, making him lose all sense of his surroundings and almost disregard your gagging as he filled your mouth.
he pulled away moments after, crying out in painful pleasure when you still managed to suckle on his sensitive tip as he pulled himself out of your mouth.
he let himself fall down against the wall, now sitting at your level as he tried to catch his breath.
"i hate you," he groaned between breaths.
"yeah. i believe that. you just fucked my mouth like you wanted me dead," you chuckled as you also attempted to regulate your breathing.
"wasn't that what you wanted?", he quirked an eyebrow at you.
"maybe."
"you menace," he chuckled despite his words.
"you like it," you got close enough to him to land a sweet peck on his lips.
"i wont when we have to go out there and explain what we were doing this whole time."
"i got my fill of cock, nothing else matters."
he'd been completely wrong. you were absolutely not a well-behaved girl.
#seventeen fanfic#seventeen x reader#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen#seventeen imagine#svt#seventeen oneshot#seventeen smut#svt smut#seungkwan scenarios#seungkwan x reader#seungkwan smut#seungkwan fanfic
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LO King Yoongi, how did Yoongi and MC meet? How did their relationship evolve?
A/N: Warning for injury, blood, this is LO we're talking about after all haha
You hiss at the rather rough manner the nurse is cleaning the large gash over your back, your tears just quietly falling by now. Neither this planet nor their ruling species do really care much for empathy- you've learned that over the years you've been working at the palace here.
It's better than earth however, since you do have shelter and food here, at least.
You notice how a door opens, and everyone moves away- probably to address whoever just entered the room accordingly. And from the way the nurse closest to you bows, you can only assume who it might be.
"Leave." His voice is the only thing suddenly heard, low and rather monotone. "I'll take over from here." He states, and with that, you simply believe he's probably talking about getting rid of you. After all, you probably embarrassed him to high heavens- you honestly don't know what you were thinking.
It's quiet, the only thing you can hear the jewels on his robes moving as he takes the wet rag to tend to your wound- surprisingly enough a lot more gentle than the people before him. "Do you think of me as a king unfit for his role?" He asks, while he looks around for the needle and thread to sew the worst portion of the gash shut.
"..no." You mumble, voice quivering as you try and control your breathing as you spot him pick up the utensils necessary. His hands are warm against your skin, and you like to pretend that he's trying to sooth you with his touch rather than just doing it to push your skin back together.
"Then why did you do what you did?" He wonders, stopping for a split second as he feels you flinch from the needle going through your skin.
"..you weren't looking." You hiccup, wiping your cheeks quickly before you cover your front properly again. "It.. it wasn't fair." You just say, unable to shrug since you know that would just hurt.
Yoongi simply continues to sew your wound, hand at your front pushing you into a more straightened position, fingers able to feel you trembling from the pain. Did they not give you anything for the pain?
How long can you endure this with your weak body?
What you're correct about is the fairness of it all. The fight had been done, finished as the young man had willingly admitted defeat- just to get up and try to end the King while his back had been turned to return to his throne. And that's where you came in.
Hired from earth as a cheap worker at the palace, you'd been a little bit of a troublemaker all the time. According to other workers, you cry easily, or you'd hug and smile even more whenever someone showed you just a minimum of basic kindness. You're very openly emotional, something that doesn't fit within the usual standard of this planet's ruling species-
but he dismissed it, because down the line, you never complained, and never slacked on your assigned role. In fact, more often than not, you'd work like a ghost- Yoongi had to truly sharpen his senses to even hear you move around in the palace sometimes.
You're not even in a high position at all. You're just a helper that the general staff can use whenever they need you.
So when you jumped entirely out of line and shielded him from the attack he didn't notice quick enough, he didn't really know what to feel at first. In his culture, this is nothing but an insult to his abilities- but you're not of the same species, let alone culture.
You're human, and humans do things that sometimes don't make sense.
"You could've died." He says, trying to make it as quick but thorough as he can.
"..you're more important." You say, shrugging now- and immediately whimpering from it, making the king click his tongue in annoyance before he pushes the front of your shoulder again to make you sit straight.
"Keep that posture or you'll rip the stitches." He scolds, and you just sniffle, continuing to cry. "...I'll order them to give you something to sleep later." he mumbles.
"I have to finish the palace floors-" You start, but he cuts you off.
"You'll do none of that." He denies, quietly finishing your back before he moves to clean everything one last time, beginning to dress it. "You've earned your place." He simply tells you, placing the patches of dressing material dipped in medicine over your wound. He's silently impressed by how well you push through this- he's heard of humans passing out from much less than what you're experiencing right now.
"What do you mean?" You ask, as he wraps the gauze around you.
"You've proven strength." He explains, carefully finishing up his work. "And it's about time I chose anyways." He simply says, fixing the gauze before he let's go- making you turn a little bit, hands still covering your chest as you look up at him with eyes still full of tears.
"Chose what?" You wonder, and he reaches out to wipe your cheeks a little roughly.
"A fitting Queen."
#bts imagine#bts fanfic#bts fic#yoongi imagine#min yoongi imagines#yoongi imagines#yoongi x reader#alien yoongi
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๑ keep safe : [name] wants to adopt suu! (24)
one piece x male reader
you're spinning me around,
my feet are off the ground.
i don't know where i stand.
do you have to hold my hand?
『 prev 』
their journey to the sky island started off eventful — usopp almost completely dying by swimming in the “sky ocean.” once he was back on deck, safe and sound, he began crying into the person he landed on ([name]).
and then, he threw something out of his pants which made [name] immediately shoved him off of him. this made usopp harshly land on the deck as [name] cringed in distaste.
“what is that…” he asked, looking at it with disinterest, since it did come from usopp’s pants. but then, he recognized the anatomy of it and his face brightened up almost instantly. he whipped his head around and called to the person that popped into his head the moment he recognized what it was, “sanji!! look!”
the blonde came walking over, leaning over [name]’s shoulder to get a good look. robin picked up the sky fish and began analyzing it. sanji and [name] were now grinning widely to each other, “it’s a sky fish!” they exclaimed at the same time, the latter letting out an additional cheer as he realized that he’d get to accomplish his goal of eating sky fish.
“they must have evolved to survive in this bottomless sky ocean,” robin informed the crew, looking at the fish in interest,
[name] was hopping on the balls of his feet, grabbing the fish from robin, hurriedly apologizing and giving it to sanji to cook. almost at super human speeds, the chef finished cooking the food and presented it to [name] with a heartfelt grin.
“i tried sauteing it,” he informed [name], but it seemed that the hungry man had nothing else in his mind but to eat.
and when he did, his jaw dropped at the unique taste.
“it’s so good, sanji! it’s delicious!! i love it!!” [name] screamed, jumping where he stood and his whole body almost shaking from the taste alone.
“i’m glad it’s to your liking,” sanji said, blowing out a puff of smoke. then suddenly, his relaxed expression turned into that of annoyance, as if he snapped awake from a dream, “hey! what do you think you’re doing?! don’t eat all of it, shit for brains!! give some to nami-san and robin-chan!!!”
“but sanji!! it’s so good, i want to eat all of it!” [name] shouted, crocodile tears running down his face, “sanji, don’t make me share it!!”
“quit your babbling!! share already!” sanji scolded, kicking the bottom of his shoe into [name]’s sobbing face. the h/c haired man could only continue crying longer as he saw robin and nami both eat his dream meal.
“but, sanji!!” [name] whined, kicking his feet in the air and rolling back and forth on the deck — truly mimicking a child throwing a tantrum.
“i said, stop it!” sanji scowled, walking over and kneeling in front of [name] before flicking his forehead, “when we get to the true sky island, you’re gonna eat as much sky fish as i prepare anyway.”
immediately, [name]’s demeanor did a switch and he was looking up at sanji as if he were his savior, “you mean it, sanji? you really mean it?!”
“of course,” sanji easily replied, standing up and walking away from [name]’s form. this made [name] break out into cries of happiness, stepping back onto his feet an dtaunting luffy.
“you hear that?! sanji’s gonna make it all for me, for me!!”
“hey, sanji, that ain’t fair! i’m the captain!” luffy complained, going on to berate the chef for not even letting him try the sky fish he prepared just now. [name] and luffy continued arguing until, out of nowhere, sanji and zoro got attacked.
“huh? what’s going on?!” luffy shouted in shock, seeing zoro and sanji easily go flying due to their mysterious attacker.
“what the hell was that?” [name] asked, and to the surprise of everyone else, he wasn’t talking about the intruder, but rather sanji and zoro. “that was really pathetic, you two!”
“[name]! behind you!!!” nami shouted in fear, seeing that her captain and two strongest crewmates got so easily handled. [name] turned around in an instant, catching the person by their throat and slamming them into the deck.
“and you…what exactly do you think you’re doing?” he glowered, eyes seemingly hollow and devoid of emotion as he stared into the masked figure’s face. his voice dropped to a gravely, intimidating tone. the grip he had on their throat only tightened, veins bulging from his arm and hand as he tried not to choke this person out right then and there.
a bazooka was suddenly pointed at [name]’s head, making the crew shriek in fear. but just as he was dodging it from being fired point blank at his head, another figure came flying into the scene and briskly dealt with the attacker.
this made [name] back out of the fight and watch with his arms crossed over his chest as the two mysterious people battled it out.
“are you alright, [name]?” chopper asked quickly, finding the stoic look on [name]’s face to be concerning.
“i’m alright, check on those three,” [name] said, jutting his thumb in the direction of luffy, zoro, and sanji, “their dumbasses couldn’t keep up! haha!”
the blank look on his face was washed away as he started laughing at the trio. the rest of the crew, besides robin, breathed a sigh of relief to see that he was back in his usual, cheerful mood. they don’t think they’d ever get used to seeing such terrifying expressions on [name]’s face. it was like a splash of cold water would hit them each time they’d see it.
as chopper did so, the man in knight clad armor stood on the railing of merry and looked at the crew in an unreadable expression.
“what?! who’s this now?” nami asked in fear.
“i am the sky knight,” the man proclaimed, the weird creature behind him squaking as if it was in agreement of the man, “he’s gone…”
“what’s going on? who was that?!” nami asked in concern before her face turned unimpressed as she looked at the fatigued sanji, zoro, and luffy, “and what’s with you guys?! you’re pathetic, losing a three against one!”
“that’s what i said!” [name] chimed in a sing-song tone, walking over the deck to stand next robin. “did you get hurt?” he asked her with a smile, blinking at her and awaiting an answer.
“i’m quite alright, although…it is getting a bit hard to breathe,” she answered easily, shooting him her own soft smile. “are you not feeling the effects of the atmosphere, [name]?”
the man hummed, hands behind his head as he shook his head, “nope!”
“interesting,” she hummed, finding his laid back attitude almost endearing.
“blue sea people? what’s that? oh, and who are you?!” nami asked in succession, making both robin and [name] turn their heads to their “savior.”
“i am the sky knight. “blue sea people” is the term we use for those that come from beneath the clothes. in other words, did you come up here from the blue seas?”
“didn’t he already say he was the sky knight.” [name] deadpanned, a frown settling on his face at the ambiguity of the man.
“yeah! that’s right!” luffy answered the sky knight from his position laying down on the deck.
“then that explains it. this is the white sea — 7,000 meters in the air. the white-white sea even further above us reaches 10,000 meters high. oridinary blue sea people can’t possibly endure it here,”
right after he said that — “alright, i feel better now!” luffy said, punching his fist into his chest a couple of times.
“yeah, i think i got used to it by now,” zoro added in, seemingly very nonchalant about their condition.
“no, no, no! that is not possible,” the sky knight dismissed their comments, not believing them.
chopper chimed into the conversation, getting them back on track on finding out what just happened. that mystery attacker and all.
“now, now, i’m sure you have many questions, but we must talk business first! i am a freelance soldier-for-hire. these seas are fraught with danger. if you don’t know how to fight in the sky, the guerillas will come after you and completely destory you. for a 5,000,000 extol one whistle, i will help you,”
“what the fuck is an extol?” [name] said under his breath, looking very confused as his eyebrows scrunched together.
”what’re you talking about, old man?” luffy asked, confusion also obviously lacing his voice.
“what?! that is quite cheap! i won’t lower it a single extol more!” the knight protested, but it seemed he completely misunderstood the confusion. “i need to earn a living too!”
“we rode the knock up stream, we didn’t see any islands, knight man! we just got here too, so whatever you’re talking about isn’t making any sense to us,” [name] said, speaking for the crew with his hand on his hip.
“my word! that monsturous current!? so there are still people gutsy enough to do that!
“yeah, but it was so fun!” [name] and luffy said in unison, matching stars for eyes.
nami then turned to the both of them in fury, shaking them back and forth by their collars.
“nami! this shirt was expensive, don’t rip it!” [name] cried out.
“like i give a shit — we could have died going up that stupid stream!”
“but we didn’t!!” [name] grinned, looking smug as he stood to point a thumb at himself, “see, we are alive!”
it seemed that their story of guts and bravery seemed to sway the knight in giving them the whistle for free instead of…whatever currency he was talking about. the crew looked at the silver whistle before refocusing back on the man.
“we still don’t know your name!” nami shouted, releasing [name] from her grasp and allowing him to fall onto deck without a second though.
“i am gan fall, the sky knight! and this is my partner, pierre!”
“hello, pierre,” [name] said quickly, waving to the creature, making it look at him and nodded in acknowledgement.
and just like that, the man and pierre had left their ship after a very unexciting breakaway. they all realized that the man was really no help in the information department, making [name] sigh as he felt as though they were stuck.
”oh, let’s just call him back and ask him the questions!” luffy said, about to pick blow a strong gust of air into the whistle, if it weren’t for nami and usopp intervening.
as the two berated their captain for acting recklessly, chopper pointed out that there was a weird cloud ahead. and seeing that that was their only landmark, they had no other choice but to sail towards it.
when they started getting closer to the waterfall, nami ordered the ship to the stop. there were some clouds in their way and they didn’t want to risk a collision.
“since they’re floating in the sky ocean, they can’t be the ocean, too,” sanji commented. and as everyone tried theorizing what it was, lufyf took it upon himself to punch the cloud.
“look i’m on it! i’m not sinking! it’s all fluffy, like cotton! what is this?! what is this?! it’s too fun!!” luffy said in glee, his body repeatedly bouncing up and down on the cloud. [name] grinned, grabbing chopper — who was excitedly wanting to be included — and jumped over the railing.
the two joined their captain on the cloud, laughing when they experienced the fluffiness. they were all bouncing non-stop, making them all break out into laughter. chopper and [name] stayed laying down on the cloud while usopp and luffy went to investigate how to get around it.
and the man would have fallen asleep if it weren’t for luffy crashing onto his stomach.
“c’mon!! we found a gateway!” luffy shouted in his face, rocking [name]’s torso back and forth to wake him up.
“alright, alright, let’s go and eat more sky fish!”
“that’s hardly the priority!!”
the ship went on sailing and then they soon arrived at some obnoxious looking gate, literally titled, “heaven’s gate.”
“that’s unlucky, it sounds like we’re on our way to die!” usopp said, visibly shaking where he stood.
“have you ever thought about if we were already dead?” [name] teased, walking over and grabbing a rough hold on the sniper’s shoulders.
“yeah, that would explain this weird world,” sanji added in, more subtle in his ways of scaring the man.
“we probably did really die on the way up here,” zoro suggested, effectively making both chopper and usopp look at them as if they were crazy.
“heaven, huh? this is gonna be great! i finally get to go there!” luffy said in delight, an odd looking expression on his face.
“your jokes aren’t funny!” nami said, slamming her fist down on all of their heads.
“hey! wait! there’s someone coming out from over there!” usopp announced.
”look! she has wings on her back! is that an angel?!”
“it’s an angel! is that what angels are like?!” luffy said, turning back and forth from the winged woman in front of them and to [name]. he was frantically looking in between the two, a confused look on his face.
this motion and hardened gaze made [name] shout at him in annoyance, “quit looking at me like that?! why are you looking at me like some lost puppy!”
luffy didn’t respond, only pointing back and forth from [name] and the woman, his face scrunched up and eyebrows furrowed.
“what?!” [name] shouted once more.
“u-uhm…”
“i am amazon, heaven’s gate’s inspector. are you here for sightseeing, or are you perhaps here for war?”
“i guess…kind of sight seeing…?”
“we just want to go to the sky island! say, it’s right behind that waterfall, right?”
“what do you mean exactly by war?”
”are we dead and in heaven?”
“well, it doesn’t matter either way. if you’re going to the upper area, you just have to pay the toll of one billion extols per person. that is the law,” she informed them, making all their hearts drop to their stomachs.
“there’s that extol stuff again…” sanji said in disbelief.
“what the hell is an extol? and what is the equivalent in beri?” [name] asked, but his question was drowned out by the lot of other questions pointed at the woman.
“that sure sounds like a lot, one billion!”
“one billion per person, that would mean seven billion extols be paid,” robin noted.
“do countries really charge that much to enter them? it sounds like this old lady is just trying to scam us-”
nami slammed her hand over usopp’s mouth to shut him up before he insulted the woman so blatantly, “uhm, about the money…what if we kinda don’t have it?”
“not kind of — we definitely don’t.”
“[name]! you’re not helping!”
“then you can pass, or you don’t have to pass. i am neither gatekeeper nor guard, i am just here to ask your intentions,”
the crew seemed surprised at her confession, but luffy was eager to move past it and get to the sky island already.
“well, we don’t have any money, but we’re gonna pass through, old lady!” usopp informed her, but she looked like she could genuinely care less.
[name] squinted his eyes at her, wondering what the true motives behind her words and actions were. just letting people into the country — especially if they didn’t pay a fee seemed too good to be true. there was also zero security around here too. it was really offputting, if [name] was being honest.
“i see, seven of you, then?”
“yeah, but how do we get to sky island-?”
out of nowhere, there were giant crab claws that grabbed the ship by its side. the crew held onto whatever they could so they didn’t fall over and [name] looked at it in interest.
”it’s massive!” he revealed to the crew, laughing as he poked the giant crab claw.
“the white sea’s famous express lobster…” was the last thing they heard from the woman before they were jetting off onto the white road ahead of them.
[name] held tight onto the deck, usopp wrangled in his arms to keep him on board and not flying off. unfortunately, the only grip he was able to form on their sniper was an arm around his neck — practically choking the man out.
“there’s a sign up ahead! there’s something written!!”
“godland, skypiea…” robin read off the sign, a sound of astonishment in her voice.
“guys, we’re gonna meet god!!” [name] childishly exclaimed.
“it’s not an exit…it’s an entrance!!” luffy’s excited tone rang in the air as they got closer and closer to the bright light in the distance, the supposed entrance.
[name] let out a loud and whopping cheer of excitement, shaking usopp back and forth to convey how eager he was to reach sky island.
”it’s a sky island!” luffy shouted the moment his eyes adjusted to the new environment they were in.
usopp, [name], and chopper all grouped together with their jaws dropped as they took in the sight. it was truly magnificent. everything surrounding the island seemed to be clouds, white blinding their vision. and right in front of them was a sky island, a real sky island!
“this is amazing,” [name] breathed out in awe, walking over to luffy and taking him into his arms for a tight hug. peppered kisses were littered all over the captain’s face, who happily took in the affection with a wide grin, “luffy! we made it! we’re at the sky island!!”
“we did, we did!!” luffy cheered, wrapping his arms around [name]’s waist and rocking them back and forth in a hug. the captain was so excited he could barely contain himself.
“that galleon that fell on us really came from here! they saw this place, 200 hundred years ago!”
merry slowly moved forward in the cloud waters, reaching the shores of the beach. luffy jumped off the moment he could, looking expectingly for [name] join him. he began laughing to his heart’s content when [name] jumped off, following after him.
luffy caught [name] with ease, carrying him around bridal style in his arms and dancing around. witnessing someone of luffy’s stature carrying around [name] with seemless ease was an interesting sivht.
”we made it! we made it! we made it!!!” luffy and [name] chanted in sing song voices, the captain swinging [name] around as if he were as light as a feather. usopp and chopper soon joined in on their cheers, laughter filling the shoreline.
“hey! luffy! what should we do about the anchor? there’s no floor bed, right?” zoro asked, voice as serious and gruff as ever.
“who cares?!” luffy carelessly responded back.
“yeah, zoro! who cares! c’mon, join us already- AHH!” [name]’s invitation was cut off mid screech as he felt luffy spin them around at remarkable speeds. his grip on luffy’s neck tightened as the captain only laughed in amusement.
“who cares! who cares! forget about it! forget about it!” usopp and luffy all cheered at the same time, making [name]’s screaming turning into fits of laughter.
“sanji! sanji! join us!!” [name] laughed, kicking his feet in the air as luffy continued to parade him around. “where are robin and nami!? tell them to join!!”
“don’t need to tell me twice, shit for brains!” sanji said, jumping off the ship and joining them in the fluffy cloud water. a look of glee and genuine happiness was stretched across the chef’s face and seeing that expression made [name]’s heart beat faster in excitement.
“you look so happy, sanji!!” [name] exclaimed, screaming in surprise as luffy suddenly dropped him head first in the water. “luffy!! what was that for?!” he childishly splashed the captain in the face, now causing a battle to break out amongst the four.
as they were goofing around, nami and robin finally joined the rest of them.
“hey!! you didn’t tell me we were changing outfits!!” he complained, jumping back onto the ship and running to the boy’s room. he stripped off his damp clothing and changed into a more fitting outfit. seeing as the island seemed like a summer island, he haphazardly threw on a button up shirt and some cargo shorts.
he left the shirt unbuttoned, though, not wanting to restrict his movement too much, plus the fact it was hotter than he would have liked on the island.
he couldn’t complain about the weather though, finding it much more pleasant than the things he had to endure on alabasta.
when he came back on deck, he noticed there was no one else on board, but zoro. so he came up behind the swordsman and roughly shook him by his shoulders, his figure towering over zoro, “c’mon, join us and have some fun for once in your life,” he teased.
“you’re so annoying, i was gonna join soon,”
“join now,” [name] persuaded, grabbing the man by his wrist and dragging him to the edge of merry, right near the railing.
the two jumped off, [name] giggling at the sensation of the water, whilst zoro just looked annoyed that it had gotten his clothes wetter than expected. the two walked to shore together, [name] babbling on about how he was so excited to explore the island while zoro just quietly listened.
and when they reached the shore, zoro picked up a white thing that he had thought could be used to wipe himself dry. but both were surprised to see that it was a cute, small fox instead.
“oh, my gosh! look at it, look at it!!!” [name] plucked it out of zoro’s hands and began nuzzling his face into it’s fluffy fur.
“what am i exactly looking at? a fox? i can’t tell…” zoro said, looking at the creature [name] was rubbing his face against, “oi, let him go, he looks uncomfortable,”
“but when have you ever seen something as cute as him!! look!” [name] presented the fox-like creature to zoro with a childish grin on his face, earning an unimpressed look to form on zoro’s face.
“yeah, i have eyes, i can see — which is why you should let him go! look, he’s practically trying to jump out of your hands!”
just as zoro said that, the fox successfully escaped and ran off. [name] pouted, but his shoulders perked up when he heard that someone was playing the harp. he looked up and saw a figure standing on a cloud, playing for all of them to hear.
the others noticed her and the instrument as well, stopping to stare.
“heso!” was her only greeting as she turned to the crew, a delicate look on her face.
“heso?”
“i’m hungry,” [name] said, rubbing his stomach as he thought of what the word “heso” meant.
“how can you get hungry from the word belly button?!” usopp exclaimed, looking at [name] as if he just spoke a foreign language.
“because the belly button is on the belly, usopp! i’m hungry!” he whined, kicking his feet into the sand.
“what did she mean by heso?” chopper innocently asked, holding onto [name]’s now unmoving leg.
“heso is heso,” zoro gruffly responded, as if it were obvious.
“suu, come here,” she called out to the creature zoro had just picked up and [name] grinned when he heard the animal respond back with a high-pitched, “suu.”
“it’s so cute, i’m gonna cry,” [name] dramatically said, clutching his chest as if his heart was in pain.
“are you from the blue sea?”
“yes! we just flew up here! do you live here?” luffy asked, a welcoming look on his face.
“yes, i’m a resident here! welcome to skypiea’s angel beach!” she said, “would you like to drink what’s inside?” she offered, motioning to the great big fruit that luffy was holding.
she took it off of his hands and expertly showed how to drink from the fruit. and when luffy took a big gulp, he immediately exclaimed on how delicious it is.
“what’s your name, angel lady?” [name] asked, stepping forward. the woman chuckled when she noticed that [name] was only looking at the animal at her feet. gently outstretching her hand, she offered it to [name] as well as her name.
“my name is conis, it’s lovely to meet you,”
“lovely to meet you too! what’s that thing! i wanna hold it again!”
she laughed at his outburst of energy, picking up the fox and gently holding it in her hands, “this is suu, a cloud fox. he doesn’t really like to be handled by strangers though, i apologize.”
[name] grinned, peering down at the creature and getting up close and personal in its face, “well, my name is [name], suu! look, we aren’t strangers anymore! let me hold you!”
the crew all shook their heads, saying in unison, “that’s not how it works, idiot,”
conis found his personality intriguing, laughing to herself before looking to the rest of the crew, “if you need any help or assistance of anything, please let me know and i will be here to guide you!”
“well, you see…” the crew all internally sighed as they heard sanji open his mouth, “your gaze is setting my heart on fire,”
[name] slapped him down on the head and tsk-ed to show his disapproval. nami took sanji’s silence as a cue to finally get to ask the many questions that were running through her mind to the native angel.
just as they were going to ask her more questions, someone else joined their group on the shore and it was conis’ father. he came riding in some waver, crashing into the forest behind them as they watched in concern.
he apologized to them, for whatever reason, and then introduced himself as “pagaya,” and then apologized to them again.
“father, were you able to catch some fish?”
[name]’s eyes sparkled.
”yes, i got quite the big catch. oh, why don’t you all come to our house?” the man politely asked and [name] already accepted before anyone else could say anything. in his mind, visions of the cooked sky fish were playing over and over again.
before they could go and eat to their heart’s content, though, nami and luffy wanted to inspect the waver for a bit longer. and [name]’s stomach began growling in hunger and he was starting to get irritated.
so he huffed and crossed his arms over his chest as he watched nami and luffy fight over the waver.
this caught zoro’s attention, who easily flicked him on the forehead and scolded him for acting like a baby. as expected, a short fight to broke out between the two because, honestly, when was there not a fight going on?
but then, finally, they got to moving towards the old man and conis’ house when luffy got bored of the waver (since he couldn’t ride it, he felt no need to be interested in it anymore). they walked up some cloud stairs, whilst chopper and usopp bounced alongside them.
[name] managed to wrangle his hands on the fox form earlier, suu, gently petting it on the head to calm it down. and when they arrived to the home, he put her down, and trailed after sanji like a lost puppy.
“ah, will you be joining us as well in preparing the food, young man?”
“oh, him,” sanji pointed his thumb with a blank look on his face, “don’t mind him, he’s just here to stare and be hungry. it’s what he does all the time on the ship,”
“oh, well, that’s quite endearing,” pagaya said with a gentle tone, but it only seemed to aggravate sanji.
“it’s not endearing when he starts stealing bits of the unprepared food for himself and his endless stomach! if i could ban him from the kitchen i would!!” sanji shouted, a new vigor stroked through him as he complained about [name].
meanwhile, the h/c haired male was adventuring through the kitchen, looking at everything in interest.
“well, then why do you keep him in the kitche-”
“i never said company was bad!! but it’s his company that’s particularly annoying to deal with! you wouldn’t believe the trouble he causes me!”
“oh, with the way you’re yelling, trust me — i do believe you,” pagaya sweatdropped, seeing the way sanji was so easily fired up into an argumentative state when it came to questions about [name]. “well, i don’t mind his person being here!”
“thanks, papaya!” [name] cheerfully spoke, taking a bite into one of the fruit laid out on the counter.
“…that’s not my name, my name is pagaya,”
“well, what’d i say?”
while sanji and the old man strategically maneuvered around the kitchen, [name] stayed a silent spectator. his cheeks were becoming sore from smiling so wide, but he couldn’t help it!
the food was smelling delicious and knowing that it was sanji’s hands that prepped it for them made him all the more excited to eat it. he carefully helped carry the dishes out when they were done plating everything, making luffy, usopp, and chopper look at the display with stars in their eyes.
“alright! it’s a hearty sky seafood course with sky island fruits!” sanji announced, a proud look on his face.
[name] carnivorously dug into the food, greedily taking a whole lobster for himself. and when he finished half of it, he finally took a moment to breathe. he grinned, ear to ear, and continued devouring the fruit on the table.
”sanji, sanji!!!” he shouted in glee, rushing over to the blonde chef and shoving a piece of lobster meat into his mouth.
“can’t you see i’m enjoying a cigarette here?! c’mon!”
“oh, ditch that thing when you eat real food!” [name] said, not at all feeling bad for crushing the cigarette under his boot. “let’s go, eat with us!!”
sanji allowed [name] to plop him onto the chair, rolling up his sleeves as he prepared to dig into the food. just as he was about to grab his own share, a piece of a different dish was shoved into his face. he looked up at [name] in confusion, but the man only grinned at him.
“c’mon! take a bite! i’m offering you some of mine, be thankful!”
sanji’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance, “and i’m the one who made it, so you be grateful to me, shit for brains!”
“oh, yes, thank you papaya and sanji!! the food is delicious!” [name] said, still holding out the piece of fish to sanji, “now, eat already, chef!!”
sanji rolled his eyes, but took a bite of [name]’s share and tried not to visibly show how much he enjoyed the food he had made. he continued to put more food onto his plate, childishly getting into a fight with [name] about who would get the last piece.
they split it in half and sanji pretended not to notice how [name] took the smaller half for himself — which he then split into another half for luffy since the captain was practically begging and using his puppy dog eyes for a piece.
[name] and his nasty habit of selflessly sharing his food that he desperately didn’t want to share was going to be the end of him one day, sanji thought to himself. he took a piece of fish into his mouth, smiling in satisfaction and his grin only growing wider when he saw the pleased look on [name]’s face grow more apparent as well.
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Hi Ali <3 how would you feel about writing some cozy Saturday morning sex with Tom x fem!reader? Basically just fluffy smut with Tom and reader showing how much they adore each other. - @munson-blurbs 💚
author’s note: tom is so fucking boyfriend it makes me want to cry. anyways enjoy my dirty thoughts, this was meant to be sweet but…oh well.
cw: 18+ (minors dni) morning sex, tom being a menace, this is a good mix of sweet and really depraved you’re welcome, mentions of past relationships, if i missed anything lmk!
word count: 2k
You wake up in the early morning, before the sun is up, and the spot on the bed beside you has gone cold, void of the warm body that usually lies there. Tom didn’t go to work this early, he never did—that immediate instinct to reach out for him and cuddle up against his warm body is left lingering, eyes falling shut in hopes that it’s all just a dream.
Your relationship with Tom evolved quickly after the encounter that happened a few weeks prior—if you weren’t spending the night most of the time, you’d at least stay at his place into the ungodly hours of the night, watching one of those ridiculously cheesy movies he liked to put on before bed, always falling asleep halfway through and never finishing them.
It didn’t take long for Tom to unload on you, all of his hesitance in past relationships, things he wanted now, things he wished he would have fixed or changed about himself in the past—he’d practically buried himself into his work until he met you, it’s a nice change to his life, no longer reeling over how badly Ruth had hurt him.
Still, it stings when you wake up and he isn’t there—doubt slipping into your mind immediately. It isn’t his fault, only yours. It’s your own mind reminding you that you couldn’t always be enough for everyone—even Tom. You opt for cuddling the pillow instead, the cold sheets pressed up against your cheek as you squeezed the fabric, forcing yourself back to sleep.
And when the morning finally breaks, that ache in your heart is soothed as you feel a warm body press into your back, having shifted in your sleep to face your side of the bed, giving Tom ample space to squeeze in behind you.
You hate yourself for doubting him, but they were old habits you needed to break and even that took time.
Tom hums softly, the noise vibrating against the shell of your ear, his voice like velvet as he speaks a quiet, “Good morning,” riddled with exhaustion, seemingly having managed to get a small nap in somehow, “sleep well?”
“Woke up and you were gone,” You mumble groggily, hands fisting into his shirt as you turn on him, seeking his body heat, “got cold—you’re like a furnace, you know?”
“Yeah,” He says knowingly, “left to grab some things, didn’ mean to worry you.”
“Impossible,” You say truthfully, “always worried ‘bout you.”
Tom laughs softly, pressing a couple quick kisses against your hairline, pulling you tight as his arms wrap around your body.
“What exactly had you outta bed so early?” You ask curiously.
“Needed to grab some milk,” Tom says nonchalantly, “cereal, just some stuff.”
“At five in the morning?” You grumble, eyes peeking up at him slightly, the brightest burning. “To the store for fuckin’ milk and cereal—“
Tom laughs deviously, low and calculated as he leans forward to mouth at the exposed skin of your neck, pulling your shirt aside briefly.
“Some other stuff too,” He adds, “—could put ‘em to use now if you want.”
You make an appreciative noise, hands slipping under thin cotton of his shirt to press against his skin, cold fingertips sending a shiver through his body as he curses.
“Fuck, hands are ice cold,” He groans, “s’not nice.”
“Tryin’ to warm up, Tom. Shut it.” You complain, laughing airily as he trailers kisses further across your skin, over your collarbone before briefly returning to your face, eyes glancing down at you, lids half closed.
“Surely I can fix that.” Tom decides, his hands slipping up to the hem of your shorts, pulling them down with no resistance.
You’re still consumed with grogginess but you move, adjusting the covers up so he can rid you of your shorts and underwear, his own following soon after.
“What’s gotten into you this morning?” You pester him, a wicked smile on your face as he settles between your legs, flexing his fingers inside the drawer at his bedside to find the fresh box of condoms. It’s a little astonishing how he manages to rip it open with one hand, making you laugh in the way he grins widely, holding up the foil square between his fingers triumphantly.
“Missed you,” He says lazily against your skin, words drawn out, “is that bad?”
“Tom, you see me everyday,” You point out, fingers drifting through his fluffed curls, messy from how they air dried and mused themselves against his pillow.
Tom doesn’t reply, instead opting to slip a careful finger through your folds and press inside of you, body never yearning for the contact so fiercely. It’s no surprise when he finds you wet, finger sliding inside with ease.
“Coulda asked what’s gotten into you,” Tom comments slyly, bottom lip pulled between his teeth as watches your reaction, his finger moving in short thrusts, lingering on not enough, “think we’re about to find that out.”
You groan at his ridiculous humor, shoving his face away as his head lands unceremoniously against the pillow.
“Get on,” You complain, “stop being that way.”
He doesn’t relent, squeezing a second finger in soon after, forcing a soft gasp from your mouth which Tom mocks with amusement, face turning up similar to yours.
“S’not funny, Tom.” You frown, hands raking along his sides and under his shirt, fingertips pressing against the lean ridge of muscles just to feel him. “Want you.”
“Yeah?” Tom says hopefully, eyes lightening up like he didn’t already know how badly you wanted him—how badly he wanted you.
You nod fervently, “Just want you inside of me, but you’re pissin’ about and it’s not fair—“
Tom kisses you quick, deeply, any words geared to leave your mouth falling dead as soon as he touches you, hearing him moan happily into it. The foil crinkles somewhere under the confines of the blanket, his hands dragging along your thighs as he fists himself briefly, before he’s suddenly inside of you, shared gasps breathed into each other's mouths.
“That good enough?” He say snarkily, eyes fluttering open briefly to peer into your own, “All you needed was my cock?”
You laugh in a short huff, biting down on your lip to stifle it. It sounds silly enough to amuse you every time he says it, but it easily has you melting against him, desperately turned on by how raw he is with you.
“S’all I ever want,” You tell him, words slurring together tiredly, eyes starting to adjust to the natural brightness peeking in through the blinds, still half shut as Tom’s mouth drags against yours slowly—he’s not even kissing you anymore, rocking with the slow thrusts as he groaned openly against you, “think about it all day.”
“Naughty,” He chides, his snapping harshly to prove his point, forcing a ragged gasp from your mouth as you grip him tighter, hands squeezing around his ribcage, “thinkin’ about me inside you while you’re working, yeah?”
You nod honestly, “While I’m—I’m going to sleep and I’m not with you,” You speak softly, head tilting up to chase his lips as he moves away slightly, watching you intently, “fuck—when I’m at the store where I first saw you, just trying to shop and all I can think about is you—“
“If only I’d knew,” Tom says in a bittersweet tone, finger squeezing at the dip in your thighs where he’s got your legs pushed up slightly, wrapped around his waist, “wouldn’t have waited so fuckin’ long.”
“If I knew you fucked like this,” You moan shamelessly, his hips burying deeper with every thrust until he’s all consuming, body draped over you fully—his arms comes up to rest above your head, giving him the proper ability to watch you, leaving his other hand free to roam your body, “would’ve jumped you that first night, ‘stead of my hand around your cock.”
“Fuck,” Tom curses, eyes falling shut briefly as he presses his palm against your stomach for leverage, thrusts going wild for a moment, your moans mixing together until they couldn’t be told apart, “you’re ruining me.”
You smile widely, a hand reaching up to shift through his curls, tugging lightly. “Oh?”
“Ruinin’ me for anyone else—never going to want anyone else.”
It’s as close as an “I love you” that Tom has ever admitted to you, it's always implied but he’s still hesitant, unwilling to open himself up that easily again.
He groans as your grip tightens in his hair, hand traveling up to graze over your breasts briefly before cupping your face, thumb pressing past your lips, plush and soft and begging for his touch.
Tom doesn’t even have to speak the words, watching your mouth close around his finger, tongue swirling teasingly.
“Good,” He nods slightly, “you’re learning.”
It’s mostly a tease, but it strikes a nerve inside you, body running hot with arousal.
“Tom,” You beg softly, eyes connecting with him in a moment of vulnerability, “touch me, please.”
“I am,” Tom mumbles, “always am.”
You grab hold of his wrist, pushing his hand away from your face and down toward your cunt, his hips faltering as he watches, your delicate fingers pressing his own against your aching clit, deprived of the touch it needed.
“Touch me,” You reiterate, tilting his head up in your grip, exposing his neck more until you can’t stand it, reaching up to press your lips against the skin, speaking a slurred, “want to feel you come inside me.”
Tom’s perfected your body by now, touching you in just the way you needed—quick and hurried against your swollen clit, dragging you right along the edge until he’s coming with you—the words and your lips along his neck doing him in immediately, hips stuttering in their movements as he groans loudly, face creasing up from the force of his orgasm.
Tom breathes heavily against your skin, eerily silent as he tries to catch his breath.
“Are you still with me?” You ask, voice raw and worried, his hands squeezing against your skin a gentle acknowledgment.
“God—need a warning next time you feel a need to say shit like that,” Tom complains with a tired smile on his face, head turning over to look at you, “can’t handle it.”
You snort softly, shoving him off of you. Tom falls with a weak groan, rolling over silently to remove and dispose of the condom before turning back to you, only to be met with another eager press of your lips.
“I love you,” You say, feel as every bit as vulnerable as you imagined, but the need to say it was too strong, “and I—I’ve never said that to anyone.”
Tom grins, the sunrise creating a beautiful glow against his pale skin, his hand coming up to drag through your hair, pushing the strays away from your face.
“I love you,” He says softly, thumb rubbing at your brow gently, tracing the lines of your face, “probably should make you a proper girlfriend, would you want that?”
“Kinda figured we were already there,” You tell him honestly, his deep laugh ripping through the silence of the trailer, “—you don’t strike me as formal, Tom. We don’t have to make it a big thing.”
“You’re important to me.”
“Doesn’t mean I need big, grand gestures all the time.”
“Fine,” Tom grins, “next time I’ve got my cock inside you I’ll pop the question, see how you react to that.”
And Tom always followed through on his word.
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Bang Chan x Female reader
Word count: 10.1k (look I know and you know lee know alright?)🙈🤦🏻🤷🏻
Synopsis: A sequel to Not Like Me. After your crazy night with Chris Bang he asks to take you on a date and what started as a one time casual encounter, seems to quickly evolve.
A/N: 18 + only! Someone, a genius, asked about a sequel to Not Like Me and how could I not jump at the opportunity to write yet another RIDICULOUSLY, self indulgent, sweet service top Channie fic. I hope you all enjoy this part as much as the first. If you do like comment reblog shoot me an ask! I love the feedback. If you all really like it maybe we will see this couple again? Who knows! As always warnings and smut below the cut!
Warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY! Strong language/swearing, workplace harassment/sexual harassment, oral (m&f receiving), use of toys/vibrators, multiple orgasms/overstimulation, squirting, slight Chris dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda), slight strength kink (? Kinda ?), rough sex, praise/pet names (of course baby girl, beautiful etc.), protected piv sex, ass play (f no penetration), spanking, a little spit play, deep throating, cum eating. I think that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!
The morning after going home with Chris you woke up early, just out of habit. You looked over and saw Chris laying next to you on his back, his mouth slightly open, snoring a little, one arm by his side the other draped over his head. His defined chest rose and fell with his shallow breaths as he continued to sleep peacefully. Even with the nose piercing he looked so soft laying there. You went to get up quietly, not wanting to wake him, but as soon as you moved he took a deep breath in, his eyes scrunched and then opened. Evidently a light sleeper.
“Wha-wher where you goin baby girl?” He asked, voice groggy, still half asleep as he tried to pull you back into bed.
“I have to go home and shower, I have to go to work.” His eyes puffy with sleep were aimed in your direction but in no way open.
“Let me get dressed, I’ll take you.” You shook your head and made him rest back on the bed again.
“No, I can just order a car Chris it’s okay. Get some rest.” He hummed in protest and only agreed to not taking you home with three stipulations. One, he wanted your number, if you wanted to give it to him. Two you had to let him make you a quick breakfast, it is the most important meal of the day, and you had been drinking the night before.
“And three?” You asked. He stretched and grinned at you, both of his dimples popping out.
“I need at least three kisses before I can get out of this bed.” He held up three fingers before pulling you back down and pecking your lips once, twice, the second lingering a little longer. The third kiss his tongue invaded your mouth and his teeth nibbled at your bottom lip. Chris’ hands started sliding down your body, gripping your ass and groaning into the kiss as he pulled you against him. You could feel arousal pooling in your core already, his lips, his touch, the sounds he made. It all drove you crazy. You didn’t want to, but you had to stop him. You braced your hands against his chest gently pushing him back and he slumped into his pillow pouting.
“If you want your breakfast stipulation to be fulfilled, we don’t have time for that.” He leaned up and pecked a kiss on your lips again.
“Can I change my choices?” You laughed shaking your head and he groaned but got up and made scrambled eggs, toast and a cup of tea for you.
“Sorry I don’t really drink coffee.” He said setting your tea down. You smiled grabbing and sipping the hot tea.
“Oh no tea is perfectly fine. Thank you for making me breakfast Chris, you really didn’t have to.” He nodded, smiling.
“Well, I wanted to.” You finished up your food, drank the rest of your tea, and by the time you were all done a text alert went off on your phone signaling that your car had arrived. Chris walked you down and before you got in the car you gave him your number and went to kiss his cheek. He turned his head quickly at the last minute and caught your lips, one hand cupping your face, you melted into his kiss. He pulled away smirking, seemingly very pleased with himself.
“Have a good day at work baby girl.” You blushed and smiled at him, then got in your car and waved as you pulled off, Chris waving back and smiling ear to ear. You got home showered and changed as quickly as possible and made it to work just in the nick of time. As you entered the building you were flooded with a sense of dread. Your night with Chris was so amazing and you had been riding the high of that euphoria when you suddenly remembered why you had been at the bar the night before in the first place, the whole reason you had even met Chris.
The boss directly above you in the company, Mr. Tate, a man old enough to be your father almost twice over, had started making advances and sexual remarks towards you. He always made sure to do it away from prying eyes and ears so if you were to try and report him, it would do no good, because you had no proof and no witnesses. It was starting to make you dread going to work and you used to love your job.
You had managed to avoid being alone anywhere with Mr. Tate the whole day. You were walking to the elevator to leave, thankful for that little blessing, when your text alert went off. You looked to see who had messaged you and saw it was an unknown number as you walked onto the elevator.
You laughed out loud as the doors to the elevator started to close. You were about to text Chris back when the doors suddenly stopped, opened again, and your boss walked onto the elevator. Your heart was instantly in your throat. He leered at you as he walked on and chose to stand right behind you breathing down your neck.
“You’re glowing today gorgeous.” You cringed as soon as he spoke. His stinky stale cigar breath fanned over your shoulder as he leaned in closer, sniffing you like an animal. Your phone suddenly started ringing. It made you jump and you almost dropped it. You quickly swiped to answer not caring who was on the other end. You could hear your boss grumble.
“Hey! y/n?" It was Chris thank god.
“Oh, hi Christopher.” You took the opportunity to take a couple steps away from your boss under the guise of trying to speak on the phone with a bit of privacy.
“Hey, look if that text, if that was out of line, I’m really sorry.” You were shaking your head as he apologized.
“No, you were fine, it was fine I just got held up and...” The elevator doors opened and you hurried out and towards the exit. You walked quickly through the lobby, glancing over your shoulder a few times to make sure your boss wasn’t following you. Once you were out on the sidewalk you were able to take a deep breath and when you heard Chris’ voice, you remembered that you were on the phone.
“Hey y/n? Are you there?” You cleared your throat and took a deep breath as you lifted your phone to your ear again and started walking towards your bus line.
“Yea sorry. I was trapped in the elevator with my boss and he’s a total creep. You kinda just saved my ass so thanks.” Suddenly Chris’ tone was very serious. He always had a bit of a lilt to his voice, a playfulness, but it had disappeared completely when he spoke now.
“He’s harassing you? Are you okay?” You didn’t want him to worry. It wasn’t his problem. He was just the sweet guy you slept with the night before, he didn’t need to take on your baggage.
“I’m okay Chris I’m on my way home now. I have it handled, I just got distracted and let my guard down for a second.” Chris let out an exasperated sigh.
“You shouldn’t have to be ‘on guard’ at work because of some asshole messing with you y/n. Is there someone you can tell? His boss? HR?”
“Not without any proof.” That didn’t seem right and Chris didn’t like that at all. He was about to push the subject, but you quickly diverted the topic.
“And what do you know about HR rocker guy?” You laughed trying to lighten the conversation back up. Chris feigned offence.
“Yahh! I work in an office I’ll have you know.” You scoffed, not believing him. He didn’t give you the vibe of a cubical job kinda guy.
“What? There’s no way.” Chris laughed at your reaction.
“Well kind of...” You hummed knowingly.
“Yep see, I knew it, liar.” Chris tutted you.
“I never lie! I work in lots of different offices technically. I own a company that freelances IT maintenance. I’m in and out of most of the buildings in the downtown area on a regular basis. I bet I’ve even done work for your company.” You were finally at your bus stop when Chris remembered what he’d texted you for in the first place.
“Oh yea! My text! Let me take you out.” You started laughing again thinking about it.
“Yea you should probably introduce yourself before opening a text like that.” Chris giggled. Like an actual giggle. It was probably the cutest thing you’d ever heard, and it came from the man that fucked you into oblivion the night before.
“You’re probably right about that. Regardless, y/n I want to take you out on an actual real official date. So will you go out with me?” You couldn’t help the smile that was glued to your face.
“Okay Chris I’ll go out with you.” You could hear his mini celebration on the other end of the phone which only made your smile grow as you shook your head and chuckled at him.
“I’ll text you to work out the details baby girl, I gotta go for now! Bye!” You laughed and hung up as the bus pulled up to take you home.
Chris texted you later that night explaining that some friends of his were in a band and they were playing at a small venue this weekend. He had to go and wanted you to go with him.
Chris told you he’d pick you up around seven on Saturday and finalized a few other details, like getting your address. The rest of the week wouldn’t go fast enough. Your boss seemed even more persistent than usual but you had done a good job avoiding having to be alone with him the whole week. Midday Friday your luck ran out though. You were in one of the copy rooms bending over trying to fix a jam and get the reports you had printed. Suddenly you felt someone almost pressed against your backside and a hand on your hip. You stood quickly and spun around to find your boss, Mr. Tate, sneering at you.
“I figured it out.” He said as if you were supposed to know exactly what he was talking about. You shook your head confused.
“I know why you’ve been glowing all week.” He leaned in closer and that same sickening cigar smell wafted off of him making you hold your breath.
“You’re getting fucked good, aren’t you?” You let out the breath you’d just taken in gasping in surprise.
“Don’t act all coy, that’s who was on the phone in the elevator, yea? CHRIStopher?” You tried to stand your ground. You refused to be complacent in his behavior.
“I don’t see how that’s any of your business sir.” You didn’t think he could be any closer, yet he still creeped in.
“Because this ass is mine.” He pinched your ass hard and it made you jump.
“EXCUSE ME!” You started to raise your voice just as a coworker walked in. They stopped and Mr. Tate backed off immediately.
“So, get those reports back to me asap, you hear?” You looked at him completely dumbfounded and he made a hasty exit. You excused yourself and walked past your coworker. You didn’t make eye contact, you just wanted out of there. You had to get some air; you could still smell the stale smoke from his awful breath. You decided your day was done after that. You set your work phone to DND and took off the rest of the day.
You still didn’t know what you were going to wear on your date with Chris on Saturday. You knew you didn’t own anything that would be considered appropriate for such an event, so you decided to go shopping with the rest of your afternoon. After browsing a plethora of stores, you were finally able to piece together an outfit you hoped was right for the occasion. It was definitely out of your comfort zone, but Chris seemed to do that to you. Make you adventurous, make you want to step out of that zone. Saturday evening rolled around before you knew it. While you were getting ready, your phone’s text alert went off.
You were just putting on your perfume when Chris knocked at your door. He was fiddling with the pants around his boot when you opened the door. His eyes landed on a pair of black leather boots with chains and buckles. They wandered up a pair of fishnet covered legs and you stood there in a short, black, suspender skirt and a black crop top. You had done a bold winged eyeliner and a deep burgundy lip stain, and you had your hair pulled back in a ponytail, a few baby hairs framing your face. Chris’ eyes bulged and his jaw dropped.
“Holy fucking shit!” His neck and ears started turning red and he cleared his throat trying to regain his composure.
“Uh, I mean, wow! You look great y/n.” He leaned in and kissed you, his hands resting on your hips. He pulled you close, pressing your body against his, his tongue teasing until you opened your mouth, allowing him access to kiss you deeper. He finally forced himself to pull away, out of breath and eyes lust blown.
“You don’t know how badly I want to just tear this off you, but I promised you a date and a good time and I never lie.” Chris winked and you laughed, pulling your door closed and locking it before you left to head to the venue. When you got there Chris led you backstage and you definitely felt like you were somewhere you were not supposed to be. He opened a door that went into what looked like a dressing room where there were three guys talking and horsing around. A pillow came flying in your direction and you flinched, but Chris caught it before it hit you.
“Oi! Stop fucking off! Jisung watch where your throwing shit!” Chris threw the pillow back and hit Jisung square in the face.
“Yea Ji watch out, you almost hit Chris’ girlfriend.” A guy with huge arms teased.
“What are you ten?” Chris smacked him in the back of the head and then gave him a look.
“Shut up Bin.” He harshly whispered and his friend smirked as he turned his attention to you.
“Christopher failed to mention how very out of your league he is. Hello gorgeous, I’m Changbin. You can call me Binnie though.” He winked at you, gently grabbed one of your hands and kissed it. You smiled and your face started to burn. Chris rolled his eyes putting his arm between you and Changbin creating a barrier.
“Yea yea okay cool it Cassanova, get your own girl.” You couldn’t help the little smirk on your face at Chris’ slightly jealous tone. The third guy in the room, who had a kind face that was covered in freckles, walked over and held his hand out to you.
“I’m Felix, these idiots are in no way a representative of me.” You were surprised at the depth of his voice. You didn’t know a man that looked so ethereal could sound like a demon. You laughed and took his hand.
“I’m y/n, and dually noted.” You sat in the back with Chris and his friends talking and having a couple of drinks for about an hour, until they were told they were about to be announced on stage.
“Let's go get a good spot.” Chris led you back out onto the main floor that had filled with a surprising number of people while you had been backstage. He squeezed and pushed his way through the crowd to the front, never letting go of your hand. As soon as you got to your spot, Chris caged you in so no one could bump into you or knock you over once the show started. When the guys came out on stage they hyped the crowd until they were going insane and then started the performance. They were amazing. Their sound was really original, and you could see it being popular in clubs. Even in your outfit you still felt wildly out of place and a bit uncomfortable. Chris had his arms wrapped around you and that helped a little. He stood there with you and watched his friends wow the crowd of dancing people. Chris started to bounce in place and swayed his body a bit against yours, trying to get you to loosen up, but you were so stiff.
“Come on baby girl move your body a little, dance with me.” His lips were pressed to your ear. His hands rested on your hips as he moved his hips to the beat. You looked around nervously.
“I don’t move my body Christopher, I....” You started to pull away, but he stopped you and made you turn and face him. He cupped your cheek softly and leaned in close so you could hear him clearly.
“Hey hey look at me, it’s okay alright, we don’t have to dance if you don’t want to. We can just stand here and watch.” Your racing heart calmed down a little and Chris leaned in close to your ear again.
“We don’t have to dance, but I know for a fact you can move that body baby girl.” He placed a soft wet kiss right under your ear on your neck and you shivered. Chris looked at you and bit his plump bottom lip as he eyed you up and down, his hands held your waist, his thumbs grazing over the exposed skin causing goosebumps to rise.
“Do you wanna get out of here? Go back to my place?” He smirked at you with an eyebrow cocked.
“But... your friends?” Chris’ playful smile morphed into one full of endearment.
“I did my job, made sure those idiots got on stage. Watching the show was just for fun so if you’re ready to go baby girl, we can go.” You really didn’t have much of a social battery, so you were ready to go. You bit your lip and nodded. Chris’ smile spread making his dimples appear. He turned back to the stage and hollered at his friend on your side of the stage, Changbin.
“BIN! I’M OUT MAN!” Changbin pointed at you and Chris from the stage as you both started to leave.
“Aye CB keep my girl warm I’ll be by later to pick her up!” He announced into the microphone. Chris lifted his long arm high over the crowd and flipped Changbin off making him crack up before leading into the next song.
You were feeling calmer already in Chris’ car, on the way to his apartment, quietly listening to music. After a few minutes of silence Chris cleared his throat.
“Um I’m sorry about Bin, he can be a bit much sometimes but he’s harmless.” You smiled and shook your head.
“No it’s fine, he was funny.” Chris side eyed you quickly and looked back at the road.
“I WON’T be telling him you said that.” He laughed and you rolled your eyes. Chris’ hand rested on your thigh and squeezed as he smiled at you and then focused on driving again. When you got to his apartment Chris led you in, kicking off his boots, and flipping on lights.
“Are you hungry? I can make you something to eat. Or do you want me to make you some te-” You walked up behind Chris and hugged him, pressing your face against his firm back.
“Why are you babbling like your nervous Christopher?” He chuckled and rested his hands on yours clasped around him.
“I guess cause I kind of am.” He turned and wrapped his arms around you.
“What do you have to be nervous for? You already know you’re getting lucky.” You winked and he couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oh, do I?” You nodded.
“Well yea, I mean, we’ve already slept together before Chris.” He traced the back of his fingers along your cheek and you closed your eyes, his touch was always so gentle. He examined your entire face memorizing beauty marks, freckles, and that little scar he was going to ask about some time.
“Baby girl that does not matter. We could have had sex a million times and I would never expect it from you. If you don’t want to have sex tonight that’s completely fine. Don’t feel like you have to just because we went out or just because we have before.” You pressed the pads of your fingers against Chris’ full lips silencing him.
“I know Christopher but... I want you. So, please, kiss me.” Chris immediately fulfilled your request cradling your face and softly kissing your lips before barely pulling away and whispering.
“I’ll do anything for you beautiful, just tell me what you want and it’s yours.” He kissed you again, with more fire, and ran his hands down your back, holding you closer to him. It didn’t take long for Chris’ lips to migrate down your neck kissing and nibbling. You were trying to be bolder, more confident, he made you want to be. So, you told Chris exactly what you wanted.
“Want you to m-make me feel good, want... want you t-to show me something new and teach me how to make you feel good.” One of his big hands ran over the swell of your ass and squeezed making you let out an involuntary whimper. Chris closed his eyes and rested his head in the crook of your neck, he let out a deep breath trying to keep control of himself.
“Fuck baby, I just want to rip those fishnets off you, bury my face under your skirt and eat you until you’re shaking.” You let out a gasp as Chris bit a little harder right under your ear.
“That’s the second time tonight you’ve mentioned ripping my clothes off Christopher. Are you just gonna say it? Or are you gonna do it?” Chris’ arms tightened around you.
“Why you little...” He started playfully munching at your neck, tickling you, making you burst out laughing. Chris made you laugh a lot you noticed.
“Okay smart girl, get that sexy ass to my bedroom pronto. I’m gonna make you regret saying that.” Chris spun you in his arms, took a step back and slapped your ass. You let out a little squeak and headed towards his room quickly, still laughing. Chris was right behind you, one hand groping your ass under your skirt as he moved your ponytail and kissed your neck. When you crossed the threshold into Chris’ room you turned and started walking backwards, desperately kissing him as you pulled at his shirt, aching to see his beautifully sculpted body again. He pulled away and ripped his shirt off over his head. He pulled you tightly to him again and kissed you as if he wanted to devour you, tracing his tongue inside your mouth dying to taste you again.
When you got to the bed Chris had you sit and he knelt in front of you. He ran his hands down your legs licking his lips and started to unfasten one of your boots. He looked up at you as he pulled the first one off.
“Baby girl...” He licked his lips again as his eyes darted to what hid under your skirt. He started to unfasten your other boot.
“Can I eat you out?” He pulled the last boot off, running his hands back up your legs and over your thighs, pushing your skirt up, never breaking eye contact now. You chewed at your bottom lip and quietly shook your head.
“Yea?” Chris smiled up at you and you nodded again.
“Let me hear you sweet girl.” You looked away a bit and fiddled with the hem of your skirt nervously.
“Chris...” You looked back at him and he smiled so sweetly at you.
“Yes angel.” You took a deep breath to steady yourself.
“Want you to go down on me, please?” Chris closed his eyes trying to compose himself again. You were just so God damn sweet. No amount of black clothing or eyeliner was going to change that.
“Lean back on your elbows for me baby girl.” You did as Chris said and looked down, watching him between your legs. His fingers tiptoed up your thighs and then he pressed his middle finger against your clothed slit, rubbing firmly up and down. He could feel the wet spot already forming on your panties. He hooked his fingers through the holes of your fishnets and suddenly pulled at them hard, tearing them open, giving him access to your aching core. You gasped out in surprise and started to sit up but one of Chris’ strong hands gently pushed against you, making you lay back again. You relaxed and rested back on your elbows again. Chris smirked up at you.
“I told you I was gonna rip these off of you. Remember angel, I never lie.” He hooked his fingers into your panties and pulled them to the side. When he was eye level with your pussy you started to feel a little nervous again. It was like Chris picked up on it and before you even really had time to worry, he was already working on easing your mind.
“Fuck baby girl, such a pretty pussy, so wet for me already. Can I taste you baby?” He looked up at you waiting for the okay.
“Y-you really want to?” You asked still a little apprehensive.
“If you want me to then FUCK yes I want to eat you out, but if you’re still not comfortable...” You interrupted before he could finish the sentence.
“I want you to.” Chris smiled at you and ran his hands up and down your fishnet covered thighs, massaging and relaxing you.
“Just relax baby girl and let me make you feel good.” You leaned your head back between your shoulders, closed your eyes and took a couple of deep calming breaths. Chris spread you open so he had full access to your clit and he started gently running his tongue over it, letting you get used to the new sensation. Your breathing started to get heavier the more Chris teased his tongue against your sensitive bundle of nerves, then he latched his thick lips around your clit and started softly sucking.
“HOLY FUCK CHRISTOPHER!” You gripped his hair, tugging gently. Chris hummed in satisfaction at your reaction to his ministrations and you writhed under him. Chris started flicking his tongue against your clit and then latched those pouty lips onto you again sucking a little harder. You ran your hands through your own hair now, losing your mind in pleasure. Chris seemed to be enjoying it almost as much as you were. He hummed against your clit again before pulling off.
“I got something special just for you beautiful. A present. Can I show you?” You looked down at him with lust blown eyes, his chin already coated in your arousal.
“A present?” You gave him a lazy smile and Chris shook his head.
“I think you’re going to like it. If I ask you to close your eyes, will you trust me?” You did. You didn’t know why you felt so safe with Chris but he’d never given you any reason not to trust him. You closed your eyes and your head fell back between your shoulders again. When you felt Chris shift and reach over for his nightstand drawer you knew whatever he was about to pull out was going to feel amazing. Chris leaned over to his nightstand, opened the drawer, and pulled out the brand-new bullet vibrator he’d purchased that week for just this occasion. He’d hoped you would let him eat you out and if you did, he wanted to be prepared to blow your mind.
Chris put the bullet in his mouth and lubricated it with his own saliva before running up and down your slit collecting your arousal as well, then slowly pushed it inside you. You gasped at the cold object being inserted inside you.
“Is it okay baby? Do you want me to stop?” You hummed and shook your head no.
“No Chris, don’t stop, just a little cold.” He kissed the exposed skin on inside of your thigh and gently drew his teeth across.
“Are you ready to ascend baby girl?” You nodded your head quickly, your throbbing cunt aching for any kind of attention.
“Yes Christopher, please...” He dove into your pussy again and started alternating between flicks of his tongue against your clit and softly sucking on it, slowly winding the coil inside you again. When you started moving your hips a little, chasing Chris’ tongue and lips, he grabbed the controller to the bullet inside you, turned it on low, and started sucking your clit again.
“FUCK! CH-CHRIS-CHRISTOPHER OH OH FUCK!” It was like someone hit the NOS in a race car the way you were hurling towards your orgasm suddenly. Your back arched off the bed and you tried to push your hips up but Chris’ strong grip held you down. Suddenly he seemed absolutely insatiable. He hooked his arms around your hips pulling you close and buried his face in your cunt, slurping, sucking, biting, devouring every bit of you as he slowly continued to turn up the speed of the bullet.
“I-I-I-I'm... I’m go... FUCK! Chris! I’m gonna cum!” Chris pressed his face into you and hummed hard against your clit as he turned the bullet to max. Chris had asked if you were ready to ascend and that is exactly what you did. It was like an out of body experience you came so hard. You gripped Chris’ hair tightly as your thighs clamped around his head. You could only get out grunts and moans, the ability to speak escaping you. Chris turned off the vibrator and pulled it out of you as he continued to gently make out with your pussy.
When you stopped shaking and slumped back on the bed Chris relented with his kitten licks to your clit and climbed next to you on the bed. He laid propped on one elbow looking down at you as you tried to come back to earth. He pushed a few stray hairs away from your face and you leaned into his touch. His gentle touch. Always so gentle. You sat up and pushed Chris’ broad shoulders so that he would lay back on the bed. You straddled his legs, looking at him as you started to undo the button of his pants.
“Chris, I really want to suck your cock, is that okay?” He nodded, propping himself up to look down at you, a little wide eyed.
“Uh, yea. Okay.” You smiled at him sweetly.
“Okay, and I want you to tell me exactly how you want it.” You continued unzipping his pants, his painfully hard dick pressing against the ever-constricting fabric of his briefs and jeans. You ran your hands down his firm chest and started placing kisses on every freckle you saw on Chris’ washboard stomach. When you got to the prominent one just below his belly button, you started to slide his jeans and underwear down and Chris lifted his hips to assist you. His cock sprung free from its confines standing firm and long. He was so hard you could see every twitch your touch caused, precum already leaking from his tip.
“Christopher, you’re so hard! From the thought of me blowing you?” You ran your fingers gently over his thighs. Chris shook his head no.
“No baby girl I’ve been rock hard since I started eating you out.” You gave him that sweet smile of yours again before wrapping your fingers around him. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, letting out a deep breath, happy to finally get even a little touch from you. You leaned over and let a trail of spit leave your lips. It dripped on Chris’ tip and then ran down his cock. You started to spread it along his shaft and pump him a little firmer.
“Tell me Chris, what do you want me to do?” You kissed the head of his cock as you kept stroking him and he already struggled to form words.
“G-god please put me in that pretty mouth, be a good girl and fucking suck me gorgeous.” You wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick and gently sucked. You swirled your tongue around it and Chris groaned, falling back into the mattress, his hands resting on your head one gently gripping your ponytail.
“Mmm deeper baby girl, see how far you can take it.” You took more of Chris’ cock and hummed around it, sending sweet vibrations all through his body. The deeper you took him the more labored his breathing became. You started to gently palm his balls rolling them as you took him even deeper.
“Fuck, yes just like that oh fuck!” You relaxed your throat and stuck out your tongue allowing him to slide a little further into your throat. The muscles of Chris’ stomach expanded and contracted as he sucked breaths in and out quickly, still gently holding your head. You gagged and the feeling of your throat constricting around Chris’ dick was making him crazy, especially when you tried to take him further even after gagging, effectively choking on Chris’ cock more. The whimper that left him right before he warned you made you clench around nothing.
“Uhh fuuuck I’m gonna cum y/n. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum baby girl.” You firmly gripped the base of Chris cock and his balls in both hands and focused solely on the tip, sucking and bobbing, running your tongue along every ridge, every few bobs down, deep throating him and choking yourself. Suddenly Chris’ grip on your ponytail tightened and your mouth was flooded with his cum.
“Ohohfffuck! That’s a good girl... fuuuuckk. G-good girl.” Chris trembled through his orgasm as you swallowed everything he gave you. Gently sucking and slowly sliding up and down his cock until you swallowed the last bit of his cum. You crawled up straddling him and started to run your fingers along his tummy, drawing the lines of his abs and adonis belt as he tried to catch his breath. You leaned over and pressed your lips to his ear.
“You always taste so sweet Christopher.” You kissed his cheek and he started to come around from the life altering blow job you had just given him.
“So sweet...” You kissed his face again.
“So sweet to me, tastes so sweet...” More kisses to his face, he smiled still fighting to open his eyes, his ears burning red at your gentle praises.
“Sweet. Sweet Christopher.” You kissed his pouty lips and he held your face as he deepened your kiss. Chris’ hands slid down your neck, over your shoulders, and pushed the straps of your suspender skirt down. His hands came to rest on your waist and he held you as he kissed you breathless. Chris slid his hands up your sides and under your crop top and was pleasantly surprised to find you braless. He gripped your breasts with both hands and started rolling your nipples in between his fingers as he licked and nibbled at your neck and ear. Chris sat up with you in his lap and started lifting your shirt. You raised your arms and allowed him to strip it off you. You sat on his lap breasts out, wearing only your skirt, the straps off and dangling, ripped up fishnets, and your soaked panties.
“Such a pretty thing, fuck baby girl look at you. An angel. MY angel.” Chris kissed you as he started to lay you back on the bed. He knelt between your legs and lifted your skirt, hooking his fingers in your fishnets and panties and pulling them off. He gripped your skirt tight and pulled your wet, and now exposed cunt flush against his hips rubbing his hardening cock over your slick folds.
“Gonna fuck you hard in this cute little skirt baby girl. You ready?” You rubbed yourself against him coating his shaft in your juices.
“Yes Chris god please fuck me. Want you to fuck me stupid!” He leaned over and kissed you one more time before reaching over into his nightstand again for a condom, he pulled out the wand vibrator he’d used on you the last time as well and sat it next to you.
“Is it okay if I use our little friend here again?” You spread your legs further and nodded.
“Yes! Make me feel good. Fuck me, touch me, do whatever you want to me Chris” Chris closed his eyes and bit his lip. You always said things that made Chris have to take a minute and control himself. He ripped the condom open and slid it down his cock before rubbing it up and down you wet cunt. He was rubbing the tip of his cock firmly on your clit and then suddenly slid back and pushed inside you fully, burying his dick into you until his balls pressed against your ass.
“Christopher!” You gasped surprised and because he always seemed to brush the right spot inside you every time. He smiled and ran his hands along your body and clasped them behind you. He lifted you so your hips were off the bed, his cock still buried deep inside you. He cocked an eyebrow at you.
“I hope you’re ready to get fucked good beautiful.” Before you could beg for that to please happen, Chris started snapping his hips into you in short, controlled thrusts. Between the angle he held you up in and the fact that his cock seemed to be drawn to your g-spot, your body started buzzing quickly.
“Fuck yes Chris oh my god yes! Harder fuck me harder!” Chris knew by the way you were begging for his cock, that tonight was going to be a night of absolutely unhinged, no holds barred, fucking and he was absolutely wild about it. He started fucking you harder just like you asked and picked up the wand vibrator. When you saw it in his hand you clenched around him.
“FUCK! Oh god! Does this make my baby girl excited?” He turned it on, still not touching you with it, and you clenched again.
“GOD FUCK! SO TIGHT! Oh baby girl!” He pressed the vibrator against your clit as he continued to fuck you hard. You tensed up and suddenly Chris’ cock was in a vice grip. Your back arched up off the bed but Chris didn’t let up.
“Just let go, lose yourself, I’ve got you beautiful. So fucking pretty. Lose your mind on my cock baby.” You went limp and let Chris take you there.
“I’m so fucking close Chris, I’m gonna I’m...” Just as you were about to cum Chris turned up the vibrator and you started squirting all over his cock. Your cunt tried to squeeze his him out, but he held the base of his dick firmly and kept fucking you as your cum coated everything below his waist. He pulled his cock out and slapped it against your pussy hard, the contact with your clit sending jolts of electricity through your body from overstimulation.
You laid there completely fucked out, chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath, a light layer of sweat already visible on Chris’ forehead and temples. He barely ran his fingers over your sensitive body. He waited until you opened your eyes. You had a dreamy look on your face when you finally did. Chris leaned down and kissed you, his big lips easily overtaking yours.
“You good baby girl?” You took a few more deep breaths, licked your lips and nodded.
“I’m good Chris, I’m good baby.” He smiled at you and ran his thumb across the bottom lip you had just been chewing on.
“You ready for more?” Your heart rate picked up and you shook your head again.
“That’s my good girl. You’re always such an angel for me baby girl. I gotta take care of my good girl, don’t I?” You propped yourself up on your elbows looking at him with those big doe eyes. Ohh, the things he was going to do to you, show you. Chris pulled your skirt down and off, tossing it in the pile of clothes accumulating on the floor.
“I want my good girl face down and ass up for me yea?” You started to blush. Chris leaned down and kissed you again.
“Bend over for me baby girl and I promise to make you float so high you’ll never want to come down.” Chris sat back on his calves while you got to your hands and knees.
“There you go, one more thing though.” He leaned forward his firm cock pressed against your ass cheek and bent your arms making you put your weight on your elbows. As soon as you did your ass was perched higher and your back arched. Chris sat back up and started rubbing your ass cheeks, kneading and massaging, rubbing small circles and spreading you to get a better look at your soaked cunt. He lined the head of his dick up with your entrance then leaned over and spit on his tip before slowly sinking back into you. His spit smeared across your hole and his shaft as he slid in further. When his hips were flush with your ass cheeks he held onto your hips and gave you a deep hard thrust.
“FUCK CHRISTOPHER YES!” That was all he needed to hear. He started giving you long deep thrusts, every so often giving you a hard one that sent you further and further down on the mattress. He spanked your ass just enough to make it sting in the most delicious way and then rubbed the spot before gripping your ass again.
“Yes take that cock! Such a good girl bending over and taking what I give you. Does it feel good baby girl?” You moaned and nodded; your face pressed into the bed.
“Yes yes yes! FUCK ME CHRISTOPHER FUCK ME!” He loved seeing you lose it underneath him but he wanted to see you go fucking feral.
“I gonna make you feel even better baby girl, you trust me?” You always knew when Chris asked you that a mind-blowing experience was around the corner.
“Fuck yes Chris, I trust you, I trust you, fuck yes yes!” He smacked your ass a few more times until it started to get red and a little numb, then he gripped your ass cheeks and spread them letting spit drip from his thick lips onto your asshole. Chris collected his spit with his thumb and started massaging around your asshole, just massaging gently as he fucked you deep. The guttural moan you let out as you felt your next orgasm approaching sent Chris into a frenzy. He fucked you hard and fast, pressing his thumb against your asshole.
“Chris Chris Chris fuckFuckFUCK!!!” You screamed into the mattress as you came for the third time that night, Chris mercilessly pounding into you prolonging your orgasm.
“That’s a good girl, gooood girl. My sweet fucked out little angel. So good for me.” You nodded your head, your face still pressed into the bed. Chris eased you down on the bed and laid next to you. Your ponytail was falling down, your face was red and covered in sweat, your eyeliner and mascara was running a bit. Chris was also red-faced and covered in sweat, his curls wild. He pushed the hairs sticking to your face away, gently cupped your cheek and kissed you so sweetly like he didn’t just have you bent over getting railed hard while he played with your asshole.
“Check in baby girl. You good? Do you need anything? Water? A rest?” You shook your head yes.
“What do you need baby, I’ll get it for you, just tell me?” You ran a hand through Chris’ sweaty curls pushing his hair away from his face too.
“Need you to cum for me Chris... please cum for me.” He bit his lip so hard he thought he might draw blood and nodded.
“I’ll cum for you angel I’ll cum for you. Think you have enough left in you to ride me baby?” You sat up and pushed against Chris’ broad muscular shoulders making him lay back again. You straddled him and lined his cock up with your juicy pussy again.
“Go on baby girl, if it looks like a seat, sit on it.” Chris watched as his cock disappeared between the apex of your legs. When he was balls deep inside you, you slowly started grinding your hips back and forth, your hands braced against Chris’ hard stomach, fingers spread as you started riding him faster.
“So big, fills me up so good Chris.” His hands gripped your hips helping you keep your rhythm. He smacked your ass.
“How you supposed to ride that cock baby girl?” You bit your lips looking down at him as you took his whole dick inside you.
“Like it’s mine Chris.” You picked up the pace, riding him faster.
“Good girl, why?” You moaned and leaned forward bracing your hands on his firm chest grinding your pussy against him harder.
“Fuck! Because it is!” Chris smacked your ass harder.
“Hmm, who’s cock is it?” You took him faster, harder and he slapped your ass in the same spot again.
“Mine!” Slap, again.
“Who’s?!” You lost your mind, leaned back bracing yourself on his thick thighs and started riding Chris as hard and fast as your worn-out body would allow.
“FUCK MINE! MINE!! ITS MY FUCKING COCK CHRISTOPHER!” Chris worked you back and forth over his dick your clit rubbing firmly against his pelvic muscles sending you teetering towards another orgasm.
“You’re God damned right angel, I’m yours. You’ve torn me apart and put me back together, I’m FUCKING YOURS BABY GIRL!” Chris picked up the wand vibrator, pressed it against where the two of you met and turned it on high. You started squirting again, drenching Chris’ crotch in your release as your cunt successfully squeezed his cock out. It slapped against his lower belly, you quickly rolled the condom off his dick and started rubbing your glistening, cum soaked pussy over it.
“Cum for me Christopher, please baby cum wanna make you feel good fuck fuck cum for me!” You ran your dripping cunt over his cock again. Chris’ hips involuntarily thrusted up and warm, thick, ropes of cum started shooting from his cock, streaking across his abs.
“Fuck baby girl FUCK! Don't stop ride it out for me baby ride it out!” You slowly rubbed yourself against Chris as the last of his cum shot from him and pooled in the crevices of his abs. You slid back on Chris’s legs, leaned over and started cleaning his and your cum from his stomach. Licking the lines of his muscles savoring the mingled taste of the two of you.
“FUCK such a good girl cleaning up too. Good girl, fuck that feels so good.” Your lips ghosted across his abs as you sucked and scooped up his cum with your tongue until he was spotless. You fell over onto the bed next to him absolutely wrecked. Chris went to get up and you propped yourself up on your elbows to see what he was doing. He looked back at you and gave you that smirk of his.
“You’ve got about fifteen minutes to hydrate and recuperate before it’s my turn to clean you up.” Chris winked, leaned back to kiss you, and got up to grab a couple bottles of water for both of you. You slumped back in the bed laughing as you were still trying to catch your breath.
You and Chris ended up fucking three more times. When you both were completely spent Chris changed the bedding and you went to shower. When the bed was done Chris joined you to help you finish and to wash up himself. When you were both clean and dry, you collapsed into bed, a mess of tangled limbs, holding one another. You fell asleep immediately.
The next morning you most definitely did not wake up early. In fact, you only woke up when Chris’ lips softly pressed against your neck, then your cheek, your temple, your forehead. You laughed when he kissed the tip of your nose and then his pouty lips connected with yours and you melted like you always did when Chris kissed you.
“Good morning beautiful.” You looked up at him and could tell he had just woken up himself, his eyes were still puffy and red from sleep, his voice still deep and groggy.
“Good morning, Christopher.” You closed your eyes and smiled as you stretched your arms out trying to wake up more. You both laid in bed for a while laughing and talking. Finally, you willed Chris to get up with the promise of making him breakfast this time and his soft spot for you and food won over his soft spot in the bed. After breakfast you and Chris took another shower and you both were unable to resist going down on the other while in there.
When you were done in the shower that arguably took longer than needed with your oral fixations satiated, Chris gave you some sweats and a t-shirt to borrow and said he was giving you a ride home and not taking no for an answer. He pulled up outside of your apartment building and parked.
“I had a really good time with you last night y/n and while the sex was...UHHHHhhmazing, that’s not what I mean. You’re so funny and intelligent and drop dead gorgeous and well... I’m just trying to say I really like you and I hope you’ll let me take you out again sometime and if you do you can pick the date next time.” Your face was burning, you were blushing so hard.
“I would definitely love to go out with you again Chris.” He gave you a shy smile. He had this way about him. Like a switch he flipped, he was sex personified one moment and then he’d giggle or give you that shy smile and he was the cutest guy in the world. You leaned over, cupped Chris’ face, kissed him, and pressed your forehead against his.
“Text me.” Chris’s smile grew a mile wide, scrunching his eyes and making his dimples appear.
“I absolutely will.” You laughed and gave him one more peck on the lips before you got out of the car. You napped and did laundry with the rest of your Sunday, and you were still tired enough to sleep through the night. Fucking Chris was like running a marathon, you wondered if he was as exhausted as you were. When you woke up on Monday morning you had a text waiting for you from Chris.
You tossed your phone on the bed and got up to get ready for work. The closer the time got for you to go the more you dreaded it. You’d had the best weekend with Chris and had taken your mind completely off of work but now it was time to get back to the real world and deal with the real problem that was your disgusting boss.
When you got to work the higher ups announced that there was some routine IT maintenance that was happening and that systems would be up and down all day but that you’d be warned beforehand. You settled in at your cubical and just tried to keep your head down as much as possible. About the middle of the day your system went down in the middle of working on an important report. You got up from your desk irritated and went to find the IT guy so he could turn your computer back on and hopefully you hadn’t lost all your work. You walked into the server room and started looking up the rows of computer towers. As you made it to the end of the rows on one side you heard the door open and click closed. You started back up towards the other end of the room.
“Hey guy! I need you to turn that block of computers back on that you just cut off with no warning!” No reply, but you could hear shuffling down past the last row of towers.
“Hey! I said...” You turned the corner and there was your boss standing there looking very pleased with himself.
“Hey princess, glowing again I see. You know it really hurts my feelings you're letting someone else tap that ass and won’t give me a little taste.” He started to walk up on you, backing you up to the wall.
“I’ll scream.” He laughed. His stale cigar breath hit you and you almost gagged.
“Oh, now princess, there’s no need for screaming, even if you did, in this room? No one would hear.” You could feel your heart beating out of your chest. Your boss leaned in caging you against the wall with his arms, licking his lips, your throat felt like it was constricting. You thought you might actually vomit if is lips touched you. Suddenly the door opened again, and someone walked in. Your boss looked over quickly to see who was standing there and then you did.
“Christopher?!” You were always happy when you saw Chris but didn’t think you had ever been so happy to see him as you were at that moment. Once Chris realized it was you trapped against the wall, he also realized what he’d walked in on.
“Y/N?” He stormed towards you and your boss with a look in his eye you had never seen before. He snatched him up by his jacket and slammed him against the wall by you.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” The manager above your boss, Mr. Nealy, had been waiting for Chris just outside of the server room. When your block of computers accidentally got shut down with no warning, his computer also did. He accompanied Chris to the server room to make sure they were turned back on, and the right ones were turned off. When Chris slammed Mr. Tate against the wall, Mr. Nealy heard the commotion and went in to see what was going on. He saw you standing there wide eyed, scared, and Chris holding your boss almost off the ground against the wall. Mr. Nealy spoke very calmly.
“Excuse me Mr. Bang please unhand my employee, or I’ll have to call security.” Chris let go immediately and your boss, shaken up, started fixing his coat and hair.
“No Mr. Nealy, call security this man tried to assault me!” Chris swelled up ready to show him an assault, but you held him back by his shoulders.
“No don’t Christopher.” Mr. Nealy looked at you and pointed.
“You Ms. Y/l/n. Young lady, you tell me what’s going on here.” You looked like a deer in headlights, but you cleared your throat and answered him.
“Well sir, Mr. Tate has been sexually harassing me for the last month. I know Christopher from outside of work and I told my friend here about the harassment recently. Today when my computer went down, I went looking for the IT guy to ask about turning it back on, not realize Christopher was who was hired for the job. When I came into the server room Mr. Tate followed me in and trapped me. Chris walked in just before Mr. Tate kissed me and stopped him.” He looked at your boss with narrowed eyes.
“Mr. Tate what were you told after the last complaint filed on you.” He didn’t answer, only pulled nervously at his tie. As calmly as ordering his coffee Mr. Nealy spoke again.
“You’re fired Mr. Tate. Collect your things quietly and leave the premises or I’ll be forced to call security and have you prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. Is that clear?” Your boss, ex-boss, grumbled and walked out to collect his belongings and you were thankful you wouldn’t have to be suffocated by his disgusting cigar breath anymore. Mr. Nealy turned to you again.
“Dear, in the future, if you ever feel uncomfortable or harassed, please do come forward and tell. We are for victim advocacy in this company and will support you in any way possible.” You nodded and he then turned to Chris.
“You’re a good friend young man, keep an eye on her for us, she’s a nice girl and an asset to this company.” Chris nodded.
“Yes sir, and I’ll get the computers on and finish the maintenance asap.” The older gentleman waved him off.
“Take your time son, make sure she’s okay. The computers can wait a bit.” Chris bowed. Mr. Nealy smiled at you and exited the room leaving you and Chris alone. Chris immediately cradled your face and pressed his forehead to yours.
“Are you okay?!” He sounded so worried. You nodded quickly.
“I am Chris I am. You came in before he could do anything. I’m okay, really.” He closed his eyes and let out a deep breath and took another, trying to slow his racing heart.
“I... I know it’s early in this, us, and I know we didn’t meet the most conventional way but... I really care about you y/n.” He stopped and looked deep into your eyes, then leaned in and pressed his full lips against yours.
“I don’t know what I would have done if he had done something to you, if he had hurt you.” You shook your head and buried your face in his soft black hoodie. Chris squeezed you tightly and kissed the top of your head. Once both of your hearts returned to a normal rhythm Chris gave you another kiss and you both went to go back to work. Just before you walked out of the server room you turned back.
“Christopher?” He turned, raising his eyebrows.
“Hmm?” You chewed on your thumb nail.
“I... just so you know, I really care about you too.” Chris’ dimples appeared instantly when he smiled. He went to go back to work and you cleared your throat a little, getting his attention again.
“Oh, Uh... one more thing? Well... would you want to come over for dinner tonight, Christopher?” Chris walked over to you, grabbed your hand and kissed the back of it softly.
“I would love to baby girl.”
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Vampire AU | Relaxing Day at Hometree
It was a day and a half before the humans congregated at Hometree to meet the new arrivals, aside from Kung who went straight to the gatherers and picked up a basket and went.
Jake had been in the face of a lot of pouty people, both human and Na’vi who had expected him to be in his avatar but today, he had opted to be in his human form. He knew most wanted to check out his new loincloth and whistle (the humans that is) and he was sure the Na’vi wanted to see how it fit and how his hair looked now.
Ashley now looked to be in her human body for the first time at Hometree, the dressing on her throat was gone and revealed a red scar healing against her windpipe, and the bruising around her face was gone aside and looked relatively healthy. The doc was still absent in tending to Harper still, who was up on her feet again but not ready for Hometree from what had Jake last heard this morning for a head count.
The only people in their avatars were Zane and Ruby who had vanished off with Morgan so Jake had an inkling of what was going on. He hadn’t gifted the knife to Morgan yet, but he wanted to make a sheath for it as well.
Jake sat in the bone carving circle with Kendra who was learning the ropes by handing the tools. Jake was tasked with overseeing her as Hukinli prowled around the groups in each of the sectors.
“You know, I have tools that can make this go so much faster.” Kendra wrinkled her nose a little. “Much easier too.”
“There’s no place for electric hand drills here.” Jake chuckled softly. He could get that frustration for real and it was painful not seeing a whole’s day work not amount to something so quickly but… that was just impatience on top of the personal pressure to see results. “Don’t worry, you can take as much time as you need on your work.”
Tsyra glanced over, sensing the woman’s mood change.
Kendra huffed a little. “I feeling unproductive. I need to see it work!” She twirled her project around in her fingers, a loom shuttle that was half done.
“<What is she upset about?” Tsyra asked, “<she’s learning fast.>”
Jake sighed a little. “<She thinks she’s too slow to produce good work.>”
“<Her work is adequate for her skill level.>”
“<It’s not just that, Tsyra. It’s… a culture thing we were raised in.>” Jake said, scratching the back of his neck. “<On earth, if you’re not producing immediate results or meeting to a time of completed work then that reflects poorly onto you. You’re considered a poor worker, unable to meet conditions and that reflects how you’re viewed in the workplace. Socially. If you work too slowly, you’re not meeting the conditions required so as a result, other people may be pulled into aiding the slow worker and this adds to the other’s workloads which can build resentment towards the slow worker. They’ll be considered lazy.>”
“<But... people aren’t going to produce results so immediately; they’re unique and learning is variable. That makes no sense for judgment>” Tsyra frowned, her sharp eyes narrowing a fracture. “<Is that many of your people are discomforted about rest times during the rain?>”
“<They’re not used to it, but they’re trying to adapt. It’s hard to shake the notion of ‘work till you drop’ out when it’s all they’ve been taught to do. Working with your clan brings back the notion of working for a company; to provide for you with that same mindset.>” Jake finished with a shrug. “Kendra, do you know where the notion of ‘work till you drop’ comes from? Aside from… you know, Capitalism?”
Kendra hummed thoughtfully. “Slavery, most likely. Puritans is another option given they had a large religious movement that has impacted how the America’s evolved from the 17th century. They hated idleness and even banned festival events, like Christmas as they were considered a distraction from worship.”
Jake’s eyebrows rose. “Really?”
“I had to do an essay for detention once for mucking about in history class. They told me to do something based on American history. I did Puritans to highlight a comparative nature between Puritans and American schools. They expected me to do something about the Civil War or the Boston Tea Party.” Her voice soured up on that last one.
It was almost amusing, was she upset about the Boston tea pay still? It’s been nearly four hundred years since that fateful day. Ah, the British.
“Still sour about that, huh?” He teased.
“Don’t,” Kendra warned, pointing at him with her hand tool as if she was gonna stab him with it, he knew better but still… funny.
Jake held his hands up but thankfully, returned to his work with a grin on his face. “<it’s a work in progress for us to…unlearn generations of this ‘No work, no food, no life’ nonsense enforced upon us up until we left the RDA. Some humans may adapt well or will need convincing they don’t need to work themselves into exhaustion.>”
“<I see.>” Tsyra pondered quietly.
It took a few minutes before there was the echo of ‘Miners!’ before he turned to see Xanthe, Xavier, Alejandra, and with five others who were unfamiliar make their way behind Tsu’tey. There were more curious eyes towards them but many returned to duty. Jake pardoned himself, clambered into his chair and wheeled to meet them with a welcoming smile as Eytukan also descended down. Mo’at close behind to observe.
The other five consisted of two women; one with short, light brown hair tucked under her a baseball cap with some sort of neck flap, no doubt to protect her neck. Dressed up in brown pants, kneepads, short sleeves with a dark brown, faux leather waistcoat. She also had a fanny pack and a bag on her shoulder.
The second woman looked closer to SecOps than MineOps but was clearly a miner from her knee pads. She wore a baseball cap too (with MineOps on the front), but her dark brown here was pulled into a ponytail to keep the hair from her face, and her top half was only in a white, grubby tank top and shoulder holster with a knife attached to. On her hands had leather gloves, covering her palms and exposed backs of her hands so it was mostly for her bass ass look she was going for. She had tattoos up her left arm that finished at her neck.
The other three were male.
The first was a tall, white, lanky male with some buff to his muscles and a mass of curly blond hair that was pulled up into a man-bun.
The second was a short man with very little hair and a large burn scar that looked to trail down the right side of his head, dipping down to his cheek even and under his collar that seemed to end just under the sleeve of his blue camo shirt.
Lastly, the man behind was tall with a buzz cut and strong jaw, he had dark skin and large brown eyes that looked to be taking everything in behind his mask.
Jake didn’t interrupt as Eytukan explained the general go-to’s and average expectations of them, their duties and basic etiquette. A few relaxed at the sight of him, and a few nervous looks were given to the chief but remained waiting for what had to be said before Eytukan was finished.
Jake pushed forward. “Nice to see you all. Now, I assume you know most of the people that’s bailed?”
Alejandra’s eyes swept across the large open space, picking up on the humans that were occupied. Zeke waved from his spot.
“Hi!” Even with the distance, his voice echoed which earned him a few looks from human and Na’vi alike and he flushed then ducked into the fibre sorting.
One of the men snorted a little. “Ah, Hodge.”
“How many people are here?” Alejandra asked curisouly.
“As in defectors in total, twelve that left the RDA, then we have two avatars that were assumed dead and one human also abandoned that leaves us to sixteen. With all of you, that’s… twenty-eight”
Alejandra frowned and then shook her head. “Then there’s at least two unaccounted for. You got Kung? I see her spawn by the butchers.”
“Yes, we have the Kung’s.” Certainly colourful choices of words in regards to Bree. However… “Who are we missing?”
“A couple. Leah and Jodi Brooks. They ditched when Kung Jr bombed the fence out. They took advantage of the distraction as well.” Alejandra said, “One’s a repair mechanic for AMP suits and the other worked as an Engineer technician.”
Jake frowned, passing a look to the Olo'eyktan. If two had ditched along with Kung then that was a lot of time for two small unaccounted humans to be out in the wild. Although the fact that Bree had bombed something did throw him off a little, he refocused on the important parts.
“Any indication of direction?” He asked, hopefully. It could give the Na’vi a starting point if the miners got a good amount of gossip after the fact.
“None useful. Headed west, the opposite of Hometree but they could be anywhere at this point. I thought for a moment they might be part of one of your groups. Leah’s a good friend of mine.” She looked a little disappointed but shrugged it off.
“We will keep our eyes further out. The Sky people have ventured closer into our territory than we expected. I doubt that will stop but we will ensure they’re not close to the camps of those with Uturu.” Eytukan spoke firmly.
“Thank you.” Alejandra nodded but held her hand out to the unnamed woman with the bag who handed her the bag without question. “I brought gifts, as a further thank you. Stones we found from the cave.”
Mo’at tilted her head. “There is more like the ones you gave to us?” She stepped closer and around her husband.
Jake suppressed a snort at the paraphrasing Mo’at used. ‘Gave’ instead of throw. By the twitch of the camp leader’s lips, it wasn’t missed either.
“Yes, a ton more. Since the cave system goes far and into different terrains we’ve got access to a lot of other minerals than just Quarts, like Geodes, Aragonite, Calcite, Obsidian…. Just to name a few.”
Eytukan crouched down curiously as she set the bag down and opened it up to pull out a few large stones and let them sit in her palms for the clan leader’s viewing. Some white and cloudy, a splash of blue through one, Rough and unpolished but it didn’t seem to matter. Eytukan picked up a blue one of her hand curiously, tilting it in his hands.
“We will accept these but I would like to see where you find these before you continue to remove them. I don’t doubt the stone’s beauty but stone is not so easily replaced or renewed.”
“Fair. We’ve almost got an entryway set up to let in visitors but we ran out of rope. We can show you our current accommodations once we’ve found more.”
“Why don’t you spend the day with the weavers? They can show you how to make more rope and other things of relevance.” Eytukan gestured to the weavers where a few were clearly making cords of rope for the clan.
Xanthe nodded, tapping Xavier on the arm to depart towards them together.
“I’ll go to the ones gathering the fibres.” The short, brown-haired woman said.
“Can I work with leather and hide?” The other woman asked sternly.
“The Leatherworker and tanners are south ease by the far root.” Jake said, “What’s your name? I… don’t want things to get awkward but I think we bypassed the proper introductions.”
“Maria Leon,” The short woman said then scurried off happily.
“Danielle Cassidy.” The other woman said, “Blonde-y is Will Murphy, Blue Camo is Marcus Freeman and Shorty is Austin Flinty.” She tossed a thumb to each one as she spoke then departed with a high head in search of her new job for now.
“Jakesully, why don’t you show them to the bead makers, they can put these stones to use.”
“Of course, I can’t stay too long. I’ve got to return to my bone projects soon.” His knife sheath wasn’t gonna be done by sidetracking. He wanted to gift it to Morgan today if he could get the last few bits and pieces made for it before the man descended down to join him.
Jake led Alejandra and Austin with him towards the bead makers, nodding for them to empty their bags and there was an immediate uproar of excitement from both elderly and children alike as the new gems came to light and a few scrambled forwards.
“<Ooh, these are stunning!>”
“<Pink!>” Ruzu exclaimed picking up what looked like rough rose quarts. “<Eywa has crafted so much beauty!” Turning it over in his hands, “<Mother, look>”
“<Everyone, Calm. Put them all back and let’s sort them. Do not let your desires of these new stones overcome you. These are big enough to break down and can be divided.” Ten’nel called over the group. “There may be more to come but let’s not be hasty or greedy.”
There were a few complaints as many hands began to sort and separate the stones by colour and size. Jake however took the pecking needles and shared them between the newcomers and picked some of the softer pebbles from the pile.
“You ever made anything with stones?” He asked.
“Only with an electric drill.” Austin spoke, “Nothing old school.”
Jake nodded. “Well, bead-making is fairly simple to understand anyway. Now, don’t stab yourself with one of these, it hurts.” He held up the pecking needle. “My avatar has a fading scar across the back of its hand where I slipped once. I do not recommend it.”
“Noted.” Alejandra seated herself down beside his chair, examining her new needle curiously, testing out the point’s sharpness with a small tap.
Jake handed them each a pebble and then began to talk them through the process of how to use the needles but it was no surprise really that the miners would have no problem with handing stone so they caught on quickly.
Jake watched them work before he noticed... Alejandra’s mask was different. Sure, it looked like a standard Exo-mask but all along the straps, it looked like it had been painted on with a few patterns, subtlety as well. Small… shards of gemstones also looked to be glued on, a little haphazardly.
“You’ve decorated your mask.” He stated, “Cool, I never thought to do that!” It was a cool concept. To add to their mask; to make it look exciting and…personalised. It made sense, really why and it…felt obvious now. They could have been doing so much more!
“Huh? Oh,” Alejandra’s fingers came to the strap. “Well, this was Xanthe’s idea. She used to get in trouble for doodling on the glass before she left.”
“Well, it’s an awesome idea. Maybe we can do the same. It’ll be nice to… make this boring equipment look good. As long as it’s functional, why not?”
“I suppose. Thankfully, the exopacks can be used indefinitely with the proper care of the filters. We’ve got spares but we do with them more down in the caves. We’ve cut through a few walls to access other cave systems and the rock dust can linger and fill the filters up quickly.”
“We’re collecting up link-shacks and moving them for now and split the goodies. We can find you some spares quickly.” Jake promised.
“You collecting-oh, that’s a good idea. We had a link-shack but we’ve only emptied it out.” Austin said this time, “Alejandra had a lot of equipment moved in advance before we ditched and hid them out so we took them and carried on our way.”
“What sort of equipment?”
“General mining tools, air scrubbers, caving equipment, mask glass replacements, wires...” Austin listed a few. “Marcus had smiting tools and is trying to build a still so we can get more adventurous with our consumables. Maria’s looking into plants we can turn to mash.”
Jake cocked his head but couldn’t help but be impressed. “Wow, a blacksmith?” That was a rare talent these days outside of Earth’s construction or manufacturing rigs. “Are you trying to make alcohol here? Vodka? Moonshine? Mead?”
“Kinda… but it’s hard to do when we’re not equipped for it. We have to make what we need and find suitable plants. We didn’t prioritise those sorts of tools. If we made moonshine, would it even be moonshine if it’s not earth plants?” Austin wondered.
“Why don’t you talk to the cooks or gatherers about what plants to use later? They make Kava, which is a very strong alcohol for Na’vi. Lethal for humans but they should know some fruit or veg that can be safe and distilled. They can show you how they make it, I’m sure.” Jake pointed out, “Plus, new alcohol, you can make your own name for it?”
“Ooh..” Austin looked very tempted by that. “I can definitely look into it. The Flinty special?!”
“No.” Alejandra gave him a look. “If you’re gonna make a new alcohol, I think prefer a neutral name. If the Na’vi get involved and want some as well, they’re not gonna call it that either. At a bar for a personalised drink name, sure but not on its own.”
Austin scowled a little, almost stabbing himself but reluctantly nodded. “Fine.”
Jake made a few more beads and carved a purple one for Neytiri, a green for Jerome, a blue for Kim and a white quart for Morgan. Nadine didn’t or wasn’t putting beads in her hair yet so they’d be redundant as a gift for her. He’d make something else for her later.
He set the beads into his pocket for now and returned back to his bone project.
-
It took a while and after lunch did he see Morgan resurface with both avatars in tow from the second floor and boy, did they look different.
Ruby’s long hair was in small coiled braids from scalp to end and a portion was pulled back into a bun. A few loose locks had some beads woven in and light decoration added. She wore a loincloth that reached her knees with dark burgundy colouring and moss green threading but it’s design was similar to Jake's in that it too had a back cover. She had dark coco brown paint covering her eyebrows and eyes and smudged down her cheeks with a few dots of dark shell red and pewter grey along her cheek and forehead. Nothing too dramatic or signifying but you’d not be able to tell she had eyebrows; the dots added depth to draw the eye away.
She was still lacking a Na’vi shirt but she had cut her tank top to only cover her breasts but it was a mismatching combo. Not everything was ready yet but almost.
Ruby looked stunning still and her yellow eyes were alight and seemed to take in the new whistles sent her way before the weavers got to her in excitement, a few hands coming to touch at her hair and titter about her shirt choices
Zane himself…looked equally good. He didn’t need a shirt to cover up his chest so he was without. His chest was bare to the world with only a knife in a holster across it and with some body paints of grey and green also decorating his skin but kept to an almost watery design and fluid in how it went with the natural stripes of his skin. His eyebrows were covered and the paint went straight to his hairline. He had a circle on his forehead that looked to be likening of an eclipse. His hair looked to be set into thicker locs than his girlfriend’s and significantly shorter as well, touching at his shoulders and the front pulled back from his face with fibre strands that looked to have been added to the front few locks.
“<ooh, that’s a view.>”
Jake tried not to choke on his saliva as he heard one of the warriors remark quietly behind him.
“<I never thought a…Dreamwalker would look good>” Another remarked to the first one. “<Zanemadaki looks…very decent>” He eyed him up more curiously. “<Shame he’s courting Rubycarr,>”
“<Shame he’s not Omatikaya.>” the first warrior added back.
Ruby seemed to blush a little at the attention but turned her focus to the weavers and allowed them to pull her away to work and to listen to their suggestions.
Zane pulled her back to kiss her cheek fondly and earned a few more whoops before he departed off with pink ears.
Morgan sighed heavily, flexing his fingers but looked very pleased with himself. Jake nodded him over, glad for one to have just about finished.
“lunch soon?” he asked, “You know, teaching three Na’vi how to crochet hair into locs was a little harder to do than I expected. Hopefully now when more Dreamwalkers come, they’ll take over putting their hair up.” He shook his hands a bit. “Thank god Zane’s was there. His size and experience with these hairstyles make it all the easier to translate than letting them watch and struggle. My crotchet needle is far smaller than theirs.” Morgan threw himself down, setting his hands on his thighs. “I need a beer. I miss beer.”
Jake snorted a little. “Later. I still have that whisky in my shack still.”
“I think I’ve earned it.”
“Indeed you have. I don’t think I’ve thanked you enough for your help so….” Jake reached to the bag on the back of his chair, simply to carry a few things like his gift and work tools, and pulled out the wrapped former. He felt a little bad that he hadn’t finished the sheath but now was the golden opportunity and he was taking it.
Morgan watched him curiously, leaning forward with a quizzical look and accepted the leaf wrap. He eyes it in his hands for a moment before he carefully unwrapped then a short gasp left his lips, eyes widening as he tossed the leaf away to hold the blade in both hands.
Jake’s heart thudded nervously. “So... like I’m still working on the sheath for it, It’ll take a few more hours once I get the hide but I thought this could fit onto the back of your belt? I know it’s not gonna be as strong as your metal one but—“ Jake didn’t get a chance to finish before Morgan seemed to launch upwards and into him.
Jake grunted in both surprise and the lurching feeling (and noting in the back of his mind that he didn’t put the breaks in his chair on) with the man’s surprising weight and the almost clashing of masks before he felt himself move backwards, Morgan slipping against him but still clung onto his shoulders.
Thankfully, he didn’t go far as he felt his chair hit something and stop. His neck craned up to see Tsu’tey holding onto the back of his chair with one hand for a moment before the warrior straightened up and let go with a slight uplift and a sniff but didn’t try to play his action off. Normally, having people touch his chair would bother him but Jake wasn’t a fool to want to be floored here.
“<Thank you.>” Jake whispered up to him, patting Morgan’s back. He blindly reached down with his other hand, finding the leaver to put the break on.
Morgan pulled back after a moment, looking very…touched but elated and pretty much sunk to sit on the floor beside his knees, knife to his chest. “Thank you!” He exclaimed. “It’s… so thoughtful and stunning!” He ran his finger down the side of the blade, feeling the work he put in. “Thank you!”
Jake let out a shuddered breath, nodding. “i-I’m glad. I just…I really appreciate all your work. Like I have a lot to be thankful for and I don’t think I’ve said it enough the last couple of months. Like the ramp you built for my shack, helping with my avatar training and hair. It’s worth more than the knife.”
Morgan shook his head. “No, it’s beautiful and I’ll treasure it. I think… I’m…gonna go and cry happy tears down in that root space Bree found. Excuse me…”
-
Grace was acting different. Norm was not oblivious to everything and he knew he fumbled a lot through life and being on Pandora was no different. He had been so happy to get to meet his idol, but like all things, he supposed, he hadn’t realised how different of a person she was from his… assumption of who she was. A pedestal he had perhaps put too high that hindsight was now telling him.
There was no denying that Grace was smart, sharp and intelligent and he enjoyed the conversations they had when they worked together. There was no mistake that she loved her work and had a great passion for it. Interactions with her outside of work…. He didn’t enjoy it nearly so much.
She always seemed to work, always disinterested in eating together or keeping the cups of coffee or tea they had made for her. Often times he had seen her tip them down the sink which was a little hurtful so he had been bordering on the idea of stopping. There was a distance between them. He didn’t know what it was but it always felt that he and Trudy were being held arms-length away and now, he had noticed.
In a way it pushed him and Trudy together and their relationship was still budding. Trudy had remarked on him on being a little slow on upkeep now but that was now because he had spent a little over a month or so living in a shack in the Hallelujah mountains with no one else besides Trudy to talk to when Grace got shirty or dismissive. She wasn’t wrong.
But today was different.
Unsettlingly different. She hadn’t gotten out of bed and blanked them entirely when they had tried to coax her out or offer her food. Grace had used a few magnets under her blanket to stick it to the ceiling to allow the blanket to become a curtain and shut them out rather than completely becoming a burrito on the top bunk.
Norm was frustrated, to say the least, and concerned about this change of behaviour. He wanted to help and it itched at him to try but he didn’t know where to start. She had always tried to keep things at a ‘professional distance’ and had done a very good job at it but he wondered why when they were out here, in each other’s personal space in the middle of nowhere. He was smart to see that perhaps there was something else in play that motivated her to do that. People who pushed everyone away did it out of emotional reasons and from what he had seen… he suspected he was right.
But what it was, he didn’t know but he intended to get to the bottom of it to help, if not for her sake then at least for everyone else who had to work with her.
Norm had spent a portion of the morning out with Trudy in his avatar which he enjoyed. He had hoped getting Tsyorina'wll samples would be a means of coaxing her out of her makeshift bat cave. He did, thankfully. Lanutral too, since he was lucky.
Returning back to the mountains, he hoped Grace would be in a better mood to at least peek at what he had brought. If this wasn’t gonna get her attention then… he was just gonna let her stew in her own misery until he could figure something out. Even if he was there for the ride and he didn’t want to be.
As the engines began to slow, Norm jumped from the Samson with his pack, putting that in the airlock before he set his avatar back in their new field lab. Grace’s avatar was still lying dormant but the only relief he saw was the bottle of water he had left for her was empty, as was the plate which was stacked up neatly. So Grace had linked up at least once. A mild relief. Norm pulled off his cap and shoes, letting himself lay into his hammock before closing his eyes and—
He opened his human eyes to the inside of his link bed. Norm licked his lips, pushing up the lid and clambered out, taking a moment to stretch and feeling the click down his neck and spine before he shoved his shoes back on. He had eaten before he had linked up but his mouth was dry.
“Grace, you alive? I got some samples if you’re interested?” Norm had expected to be talking to a curtain when he passed but movement by the kitchen pulled his attention. Grace was… up and about
Still in her night clothes of PJ pants and a loose open jacket, barefoot and her hair looked a little unkempt. She still looked pale, or paler than usual and dark shadows under her eyes but the fact she was about settled some of his concerns.
She barely turned toward him but simply pulled the tea bag from the mug with a light sigh. His sample pack was…already on the table. Unopened. The airlock hissed as Trudy began her way through.
“Here,” Grace turned, setting the tea down in his direction but also pulling out a second cup—Trudy’s travel flask— to be exact filled with coffee and held that out to the pilot.
Norm blinked at the surprising kindness but gladly accepted the cup. “Thank you?” He took a heavy sip, glad for once that it wasn’t too hot but he was surprised that… it was his favourite blend of tea. Not too much sugar or milk for the matter either. He looked at her in surprise. She knew how he took his tea, he hadn’t expected that. He had never told her…but she had eyes. Maybe she noticed.
“Ooh, thanks.” Trudy didn’t hesitate to take a sip, relishing in the spurt of caffeine. “Ooh, that’s good. Did you add something to it?”
“Just cinnamon. We had a little, why not?” Grace shrugged airily, turning and wiping down the counterside.
Norm eyed his girlfriend who was giving Grace a thoughtful look but jutted her chin towards her nonetheless, a hint to… talk to her. Sure, he could try.
“I’ll drink this and swing by hell’s gate. Got word our supplies are ready for pick up on our return”
“Don’t forget my stuff from MedOps.”
“I know, doc.” Trudy nodded, offering a thumbs up as she headed and grabbed her tablet off her bed to look through it as she headed to the airlock.
Norm frowned deepened as he sipped the tea, moving to seat himself at the tiny kitchen table and pulling his bag closer. “I got some plant you might enjoy, Grace.” He went to unzip but he blinked as grace seemed to detour away. “Grace.” He couldn’t help himself, reaching and grasping her arm.
He was met with surprisingly cool skin, letting go a little. “Are you okay?” he asked in concern. “You’re cold.” She must be ill or something.
“I’m fine.” Grace pulled her arms to her chest, “I have poor circulation. Downside of 15 years link-bed usage.” She shrugged. “I’m going back to bed.”
“C-can’t you help me? I’d love your help with these samples.” Norm offered. “I know it’s been a while since you’ve seen dandetiger given where they grow but the samples of its resin are fascinating.” He opened his bag and held out the first tub to her hopefully.
Her eyes lingered on it thoughtfully, lips pursing before she shook her head decisively. “I’m…not in the mood, Norm.” She said, quite bluntly. “Good night.”
Norm watched as she easily clambered elegantly up the ladder and into her personal canopy. He stared a little dumbfounded before he was on his feet.
“Is everything alright with you?” he asked before he could stop himself, pulling away of one her makeshift curtains aside in frustration which shone the light into her little cave and made her squint down at him. “You’re not like this usually and you’re being very…distant.” Which was putting it lightly, “or have I done something?”
A scowl crossed briefly crossed Grace’s expression, pulling her pillow to her chest and hugged it against herself. “Today is not a good day, that’s all you need to know.”
“Then mind talking to me than dismissing me? You ignored us both this morning, made us some drinks and now you’re gonna ignore us again? It’s very jarring and I was just…don’t understand why?!” he exclaimed. “It’s incredibly frustrating and I just want to help, Grace. I don’t like getting worked up here.”
Grace’s eyes dropped down then away, her arms tightening on her pillow before she sighed deeply and reached up. The blanket fell as she removed the magnets and…let the blanket become its intended purpose again before she pulled out a tablet and… a photograph.
Norm was glad for his tall statue to not be bothered by the bunk bed’s height and easily took the photograph from her first and turned it around to see what it was of.
“Oh.”
It was of Grace, decades back. She looked young… perhaps leaving her teen years. Her auburn hair was longer but far curlier than her short style now; she looked happy with a wide smile but.. Norm found himself focusing on the…toddler that sat in her arms. A little girl leaning into Grace’s chest with straight auburn hair that was pulled into two little antennas atop of her head, a blue binky in the little girl’s mouth and noticeably, heterochromia eyes; her left eye a vivid blue and her right, a familiar brown. She clutched what looked to be a massive Tardigrade plushy in her little hands.
“That’s…. Ridley. My daughter.” Grace spoke, her tone turning soft and almost a whisper.
Norm gaped a little, his mind putting the two easily without her words; the toddler looked… like a spitting image of Grace. A little button nose, and a more heart-shaped face but… the likeness was unmistakeable, even with the kid’s age. Maybe one and a half, two at the latest.
“Wow.” He blinked a little. “I…never thought you had a kid.” But it explained Grace’s comments and experience when she had to babysit that little blond infant, Miles. Babies weren’t children like she had had at her school, but he hadn’t considered…options beyond that.
Grace licked her lips softly. “I never told anyone. It’s…in my medical file but… it’s not something I tell people. I had her… very young.”
“Teen pregnancy?” Norm guessed. It would explain a lot still. There was still a lot of stigma against teen parents but it had to have been worse when this little one was born.
“I was… eighteen when I left. She just turned two. By the time I got here, she was eight and I was still eighteen.” Grace let out a dry snort, shaking her head. “I didn’t want the questions or the judgment for leaving her behind.”
Norm felt his frustration fizzle away as he felt… a little more understanding. To leave a kid behind always carried some level of social judgement but in most cases, adults left their already grown kids or kids that were grown enough. To leave a baby or a toddler carried a different weight to it. He had a feeling, that if she could have, Grace would have brought her here. Babies can’t go into cryo.
“I’m sorry.” He held the photo back to her.
“She’s dead, Norm.” Grace sucked in a heavy breath. “Three years ago today, the IVS Density was stuck and lost.”
Shit.
Norm reached forward, a hand coming to her knee to offer some comfort as she refused to look his way, her eyes looking more welled up as she dropped the tablet to hug her pillow more.
“I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t imagine…that loss. To lose a child like that…had to be horrific. At least, typically they and ways to come to terms with loss, like a burial but… missing was always the worst thing to endure. Not knowing. The IVS had waivers and systems in place in terms of passenger policies; he himself had to read the small print of the cryo-systems and what would happen in an emergency.
Years lost was no short amount of time. Cargo would last that long, but cryo vaults of that many people? The power required to maintain that? The passengers would be euthanized to preserve power for the teams that ran the ship. It was more likely the ship broke apart when it was hit, the IVS ships were old and fragile. Unable to stop so quickly or divert…
Norm had read a lot about what the RDA had to offer to know more about what he was going to be riding on for six years to get here.
“I’ll-I’ll put the sample away in the field lab. We can look at them when you’re feeling up for it.” Norm decided. It was the least he could do. Still, she could have mentioned it was an emotional anniversary for her but he wasn’t gonna point that out.
Grace nodded softly with a grateful but tired smile. “Thank you.” She moved to lay back down, pulling the blanket over her head as well. “Tomorrow. A better day.”
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#avatar#avatar au#avatar james cameron#grace augustine#avatar the way of water#avatar rda#jake sully#norm spellman#Tsu'tey#eytukan#neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite#mo'at#neytiri#ashley sloan#vampire#vampire au#vampire grace#nadine reza
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 (𝟑) | 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐎𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐫
finnick odair x fem!reader
summary: Both in their twenties, (Y/N) and Finnick have been friends with benefits for several years. However, tensions will rise as their summertime relationship begins to evolve.
warning: alcohol
word count: 3k +
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The world spun around (Y/N) so much that she felt like she was going to vomit.
Unable to keep steady on her own two feet, she hurriedly put her bottle of alcohol down on the nearest flat surface and held onto it when everything blurred in her field of vision. Retching rose in his throat. A sense of urgency exploded in her brain and she felt in her gut the need to find a toilet as quickly as possible. Neither one nor two, she sat up and closed her eyes for two seconds, facing the whirlwind that her world had become, before reopening them to rush as best she could towards the place she knew to be the toilets in this house of the Capitol.
She awkwardly dodged the moving bodies of the revelers as well as several pieces of furniture that she caught into while silently praying that she would manage to reach the dreamed room.
Luckily, she ended up in the bathroom, whose door was miraculously unlocked, and immediately threw herself on the toilet. Suddenly, the retching returned and she regurgitated a good part of what was present in her stomach. The acid burn in the back of her palate accompanied by the knots that were being made and undone in her throat, made her bitterly regret her alcohol consumption. As soon as she finished throwing up, she stretched out her arms limply on the toilet bowl and laid her head there, exhausted.
It was then that she realized a tear had rolled down her cheek.
However, she let it continue on its way and preferred to stay there, regretting the part of the evening where she was just more cheerful than normal to dance and have fun like the whole crowd around her. But it had been a long time since she had pass this stage.
"Lazy." she growled angrily at her liver.
However, she decided after a while to leave her position to get up. Everything seemed to be going a little better than on the way there: the world was no longer turning as much, everything seemed less blurry and her nausea had definitely passed, leaving behind a disgusting aftertaste.
A grimace distorded the features of her face.
Yet, she saw an innocent sink behind her with a cupboard above it. Realizing that she had bothered to close the bathroom door behind her, she opened the closet door and noticed, happily, an unfamiliar toothbrush with a tube of toothpaste next to it. So she retrieved the two items, brushed her teeth to get rid of the aftertaste, and then left the room while leaving everything behind her.
When she arrived downstairs, the party was still in full swing.
She didn't really know exactly where she was but she had been invited by an acquaintance she had lost as soon as they entered the apartment. Everything revolved around her again and, before she had time to catch herself somewhere, she fell forward and ran down the last steps of the staircase. She arrived on her knees on the marble floor. Next to her, no one turned to worry about how she was doing.
She then got up and continued on her way to find a corner of fresh air.
On the balcony, she found herself face-to-face with Finnick and one of his conquests. Not having the strength to fight the feeling of acidity that came back to haunt her stomach, not from the alcohol this time, she turned to leave.
"(Y/N), wait!" the blond called before following her.
But he didn't have to chase her for long because the U-turn had been fast enough for everything to spin around the (H/C)-haired girl who lay a handon the windowpane of the balcony at the last minute in order to find a support. He then grabbed her by the wrist before turning her around and slowly guiding her to the railing where he was standing before.
"How are you? You look damn pale there." he asked, frowning, almost as if he really cared.
Once (Y/N) came to her senses, she noticed that the girl who was with the blond had disappeared.
"Where is she?" she asked the boy as she tightened her grip on the balcony railing.
"Who?" he replied, confused.
"The girl with you." she continued between her teeth.
"I asked her to leave." he simply explained. "She was beautiful but not really interesting."
The girl from District 2 felt a pang of jealousy sting her heart. The words of her stylist as well as the more general words of people in the Capitol and her own district regarding her "atypical" physique came to mind like a serpent creeping into her thoughts to scatter its poison.
"It's never stopped you before." she said with a sneer.
She did not see the reaction of the former victor from District 4 but she nevertheless felt him tense up at her side.
"Okay, you're drunk." he guessed in a monotonous tone. "You should go home."
"What? I am no longer interesting either?" She exclaimed, laughing bitterly. Then she released her grip on the railing to come and stand in front of him and put her two arms on his broad shoulders. Slowly, she brought her face closer to his until they were only inches apart. Finnick seemed hypnotized by her gaze and almost automatically put his hands on her hips to press them against his body. "It never stopped you either."
Immediately, his nose wrinkled and his grip on her, originally intended to pull her closer to him, turned into a way to push her away from his body.
"Okay, you're really drunk." He announced before pulling her as far away from him as possible and stepping back as well. "Do you have someone to call to take you home?"
"Come on!" She moaned. "I just had a few drinks."
"I won't sleep with you while you're drunk." he says firmly.
"You're not going to tell me that you, Finnick Odair, the famous runner of his ladies, are going to back down because of a few glasses of alcohol." she sneered.
A flash of betrayal passed over the features of the blond who opened his mouth, shocked, before closing it without a single word coming out. He looked down at his hands and then the girl saw his jaw twitch as his hair slid in front of his eyes. When he lifted his eyes to stare at the (H/C)-haired girl, they were no longer welcoming.
"Is that how you see me?" He asked her in a neutral tone. "A famous womanizer?"
"I'm not sleeping with the whole Capitol." she finished, factually.
Now that she could see him in the face, (Y/N) felt for a second that the blond was hurt by her remark before a mask of neutrality fell on his features.
"Good evening." He concluded the conversation coldly before quickly returning to the interior of the apartment, leaving her alone behind him.
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Two days later, after comatosing in her room from the terrible hangover of the party, she stayed in bed trying to remember when her relationship with Finnick had gone into a tailspin.
The first memory that came back to her was strangely the view of the dying body of the girl from District 11, whose abdomen opened with a large gash from which an abundant flow of blood stained the parched ground of the arena. Her hair was soiled with yellow earth, sweat and blood while her clothes, in the same condition, were torn here and there, revealing her sunburned skin which was peeling in some places. This girl's makeshift camp, in the shadow of the red cliffs of the canyon, was gradually lighting up with the golden light of dawn rising on the horizon. The cannon shot thundered in the ears of the then 16-year-old (H/C)-haired girl and, despite the exhaustion and dehydration that threatened to take her to the grave, she still listened to the delirious voice of Seneca Crane crowning her Victor of the 67th Hunger Games.
She still felt those uncontrollable fireworks in her body thinking back to the interview with Caesar Flickerman after that win. Proud to honor her district after all these years of relentless training; proud to have achieved the glory that many citizens of Panem dreamed of; proud to finally be someone.
Then she remembered that feeling of omnipotence as everyone admired her at the Victory Tour finale party. Everyone looked at her, congratulated her and wanted to have her attention even for a minute. Her name was on everyone's lips. But the only lips she was interested in at the time were those of this handsome blond boy with magnificent green eyes who looked about her age. Although she had never had a relationship with anyone because of her training and the pressure she had at home, she felt no fear in going directly to him at the end of the evening to discuss. She hadn't seen why she would have been rejected when she was literally the queen of this event. And she had not been rejected since she woke up the next morning naked in the bed of said boy and came out with a beautiful smile and the promise to start again. The present (Y/N)'s lips also curled as an image of a 16-year-old Finnick flashed in front of her eyes.
An innumerable jumble of memories of all kinds then spread out before her.
The first year, they had been together all the time whether in bed or not. They were always glued to each other, talking about this and that.
In the second one, she caught him hiding in the shadow of a hallway to kiss a girl older than them. So she refused to talk to him for days. He had tried to come back but every time she started talking to him again, she found him again with his tongue in someone else's mouth.
And then came the third year, when rumors started to swell in the whole Capitol and she realized what kind of person he really was. And especially how much he had made fun of her. However, given the chemistry they had in bed, she couldn't see why she couldn't keep sleeping with him as well.
At least if she had to see him every summer, she might as well get pleasure from it.
However, realizing that the day was well advanced, she decided to leave her bed. Not quite sure about what she wanted to do, she hung out in her nightwear on her floor before finally motivating herself to change into daywear. She joined the others from her district in the screening room of the Hunger Games and found Enobaria there, to whom she immediately trotted.
Happy, she drank in her words as she spoke with a sponsor about some Clove and Cato.
Where the boy's name didn't ring a bell, the girl's surprisingly did. She had a flash for a second of a relatively small, slender girl who was still deadly nonetheless. A viper ready to attack at the slightest misstep. She looked quite young, under 16 for sure, yet she seemed to have her chances. (Y / N) hoped for a tiny lapse of time that she was less than 14 years old and that she won these Games so that she equaled or even dethroned Finnick of his title of youngest winner.
Besides, speaking of the wolf, she saw its tail.
On the other side of the room, she saw him rushing through the doorway before glancing sharply at the people present in the room.
As soon as his green eyes locked on the (H/C)-haired girl's, a light flickered there as his lids opened a little more in recognition. Suddenly, he rushed toward her and grabbed her wrist. He excused them both to Enobaria and her interlocutor with a Finnick smile before leaving just as quickly with (Y/N) in tow. A last glimpse of her eldest victor from District 2 resumed her conversation although her confused pupils remained fixed on them until they had disappeared in the hallway.
He brought them back to the 4th floor of the Tribute Center, which was devoid of any presence at this time of day, before bringing her to his room. As he closed the door behind them, she felt a weird feeling about being here in broad daylight and not having kissed Finnick yet.
"We need to talk." The blond began solemnly, leaning back against the door with his hands crossed behind him against the wooden panel.
"Okay." (Y/N) hesitated, confused. The last memory she had of them together was him pushing her away at the party because she was too drunk. Not the most flattering for her ego if she had to be honest but she would get over it, so she didn't see much point in such an intervention. "If you want."
"Okay," he repeated before sighing nervously. "How do you see me?"
"With my eyes." she answered tit for tat.
She saw him close his eyes before hearing her take a deep breath, which he released slowly.
"Thank you genius," he continued with a hint of sarcasm. "I wanted to know more about what you think of me."
"You're handsome and popular." announced the girl under the attentive gaze of the blond. "We've seen each other every year for several years and we get along pretty well in bed."
The boy's face then twisted into a more bitter expression.
"Just in bed?" he asked softly.
"Yeah," the (H/C)-haired girl said, getting a little annoyed seeing where the conversation was headed. "It’s not like we're talking a lot after the fuck"
Immediately, a twitch crossed the blond's face.
"Has it ever been more for you?" he continued, however, in a more dejected voice.
(Y/N) took a step back.
"What more could I see there? It's not me who banged half the Capitol." she almost growled.
"You know it's not the same!" he replied immediately, raising his voice as well.
"What could I know about it?" she replied defensively. "You've been sleeping with I don't know how many girls every time you visit the Capitol for almost as long as I've known you!"
"I don't have a choice!" he shouted, suddenly as angry as her.
"Oh! Poor dear!" She sneered, annoyed. "Sequin and her gang are threatening you with a knife to your throat? It's true that it's not like everyone here looks like toothpicks and you're literally a killer."
Fury swept over Finnick's features, and he slammed out the door toward the girl. In two strides, he found himself face-to-face with her as his hands flew up in an attempt to grab the wrists of the (H/C)-haired girl. Yet, she managed to avoid his grip and pushed him away aggressively, grabbing his shoulders before landing him a violent knee kick right in the abdomen. Not having seen it coming, the blond collapsed to his knees on the floor, out of breath, and (Y/N) punted him away with a more controlled kick. Then she took a few steps back as he landed on his bottom.
"The fuck are you doing?" she screamed in a mixture of panic and fury. He was the last person she would have imagined attacking her.
He backed up to the door again, still on his buttocks, before resting his outstretched arms on his spread knees with his back against the door. From where she stood, she heard him take several deep breaths as his head remained drooping forward in his arms.
"Sorry," he apologized, his eyes still glued to the floor. "I should not have done that."
The knot in (Y/N)'s shoulders relaxed a bit and she let her guard down even though she still remained wary. She mumbled in acceptance of his apology.
"Have you ever heard of what Snow does?" he whispered.
"No?" She almost thought she had misheard him because of the volume of his voice.
"He forces some of us to have relationships with Capitol citizens." he explained in the same tone. "If we don't, he kills the people we love."
A silence passed through the room.
"What are you talking about?" asked the girl.
"He prostitutes us for money." concluded the blond.
(Y/N) was so shocked that she didn't even know how to react.
"Since when?" she whispered back as if speaking louder suddenly took too much effort.
"Since I was 16." he replied flatly.
"So all these gir-"
"I didn't want them." he said firmly, finally lifting his face from his arms to look her straight in the eye. "You're the only one I choose to spend my nights with. Always."
(Y/N) felt a headache coming to take over from the opaque fog that her brain had become.
"Why?" she whispered, totally lost.
"Because I kind of liked you from the start?" Finnick announced in an almost shaky voice as his pleading eyes twisted in the middle of his face ravaged by wistful sadness. "Since we were 16."
The (H/C) haired-girl thought she heard something crackle in her ears and, suddenly, it was as if everything was racing again in her body. As if someone had restored the electricity after a blackout. Immediately, she was unable to hold still and began to move back and forth on her spring legs while her arms began to wiggle in all directions. She began at the same time to mumble the beginnings of incomprehensible sentences that she was unable to finish because she was unable to understand the least of her thoughts which spun at the speed of light in her mind.
The blond rose from his place to approach her, aware of this unusual reaction, but she avoided him and rushed towards the door which she opened on the fly before running out of the apartment.
When (Y/N) learned the next day that the Hunger Games had ended, she was relieved for the first time in her career.
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more LU in healthcare please! :D
@ajscico This one's for both of you :) Have a snippet of a Plot chapter, featuring Malon, Time, and Sky!
Malon giggled as Time kissed her. They both finally had gotten home at a reasonable hour for the first time in weeks, and the only other person in the house was Sky, who had quietly dragged his feet to his room and was no doubt asleep based on how exhausted he'd looked. When Time dipped in for another kiss, Malon took a step away with a mischievous smile.
"Darling, Sky's home," she said halfheartedly.
Time closed the distance between them, cupping her face with his hands. "We both know that boy will sleep through a hurricane. I locked the door anyway."
Malon laughed again and the two exchanged another kiss, the giddiness evolving into something far more passionate. Malon's arms traced down her husband's frame as Time hungrily pushed her towards the bed.
And then something loud clattered and crashed and broke somewhere in the house.
The couple broke apart in an instant, mood forgotten, and headed for the door. Malon went straight to Sky's bedroom while Time trotted down the stairs to ensure there wasn't an intruder.
The living room was clear of any sign of movement, but Time's eye caught sight of something glistening on the floor in the kitchen.
Milk?
Striding towards the kitchen, Time froze when he traced the steadily spreading puddle of milk to its source.
Sky was on the ground, motionless. A glass was shattered on the floor beside him.
"Sky?" Temporary panic froze Time before his training started to kick in, and he crouched down beside the young man, giving him a firm shake. "Sky, wake up."
Sky didn't move.
Time clumsily slid his fingers over Sky's neck, feeling for a carotid pulse. It was there, strong but swift, and Sky's skin felt far too warm.
He was sick. And worse than that, he now probably had a head injury if he hadn't caught his fall.
"Malon," Time called, his voice pitched in an ever growing panic. He had handled so many medical emergencies over the years, but only once had it involved someone he was close to.
And it had been Sky then, too. This boy was going to give him a heart attack.
While he waited for his wife to arrive as backup, he shook Sky again, feeling helpless. His mind snapped back into focus as Sky groaned softly, and he started to press firmly down Sky's spine, starting at his neck and watching for any grimacing. When Sky didn't show any sign of being in pain from the palpation, Time rolled him onto his back.
Sky had a small laceration over his right eye, oozing a fair amount of blood. Faces always bled a lot, falsely advertising a far worse wound than there usually was. The laceration wasn't horrible, but it could probably use a stitch or two.
Malon ran into the room, having noticed Time's tone of voice, and she froze in the entranceway. "What happened?"
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure he's sick," Time answered, beginning a full body assessment. "Get the first aid kit, please."
Malon was gone before he could even finish his request. As Time started to look and feel around to ensure that nothing else was damaged or broken, Sky's eyes fluttered open.
"Sky?" Time immediately scooted up a little so he was hovering over the young pilot's face. "What happened?"
Sky blinked blearily, his gaze unfocused. Time gave him a moment to reorient, and the boy did eventually notice Time's face. "T'me...?"
His words were slurred, and for a moment Time felt his blood freeze. It's just because he's waking up, calm down.
But he wasn't going to rule it out until he was sure.
"Sky, give me a smile," he said. When Sky blinked at him confusedly, he brushed some hair out of the boy's face and tried again, smiling as an example. "A smile, Sky, give me a smile."
Sky sleepily complied. Even on both sides. That was a start.
Grabbing the boy's hands next, Time ordered gently, "Squeeze my fingers."
Sky complied. His grip strength was weak, but it was equal.
That was enough of that concern, then. Time again asked, "What happened, Sky?"
Sky shivered, his entire body recoiling with the motion, and his teeth chattered. Malon reappeared, and Time immediately requested a thermometer.
The device beeped quickly, and read 39.
"When did he get that fever?" Malon muttered, looking over Time's shoulder. She then knelt on Sky's other side. "Hey, sweetie, how long have you been sick?"
"Sick...?"
"Sky, you're sick," Time said firmly. "You didn't notice?"
"Wasss getting m-milk..."
"I'll get the Tylenol," Malon said, already rising to her feet. Time grabbed the first aid kit in the meantime and started cleaning Sky's facial wound.
"Sky, where are we right now?" he asked as he moved.
Sky flinched a little as the antiseptic hit his cut. "H-home."
Time paused briefly, touched at the term Sky had used, and then continued his work. "Yes, that's right, Sky. That's right. What month is it?"
"S-September."
"And the year?"
Sky answered correctly as Malon reentered. She plopped a pillow on the ground beside the pair as she walked by them to grab some water.
"Sky, where are you hurting?" Time assessed after sliding the pillow under Sky's head. He hadn't found any injuries aside from Sky's face.
"E-everywhere..."
Time blinked, concerned and confused. Malon piped in, "He probably has body aches, hon."
Returning to the pair, Malon knelt down and set aside the water she'd grabbed. "Hi sweetheart. Does your head hurt?"
Sky nodded, biting his lip.
"Do you remember falling?"
Sky shook his head.
Sighing, Malon shrugged at Time. "Well we'll have to sit him up to take the medicine."
Time mulled it over. Sky wasn't too heavy, especially since he'd lost a fair amount of weight from nearly starving himself. "I'll carry him to our room. Why don't you take the medicine and supplies there. Better lighting and positioning, I can stitch his wound and he can rest."
Malon nodded and went ahead of him as he pulled Sky into his arms.
#this is part of the reason why Time is paranoid about Sky not feeling well#can y'all guess what Time was assessing for when slurred speech made him worried and he asked Sky to smile and grip his hands?#it's something everyone should know to recognize :)#lu in healthcare#writing#you ask skye answers#lovely servantprincess#lu time#lu sky#lu malon
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Reintroduction
Title: Reintroduction
Pairing: Dominick Mysterio x Reader
Summary: Y/n helps Dom readjust to being out of prison.
Part 2 to A New Man
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WC: 744
Y/n watched from the garage turned home gym as Dom worked out in the front yard. It seemed like every morning he moved one piece of equipment onto the grass to exercise with. Y/n was pretty sure that Dom didn't make it past a holding cell, but Rhea said to take his "reintroduction to society" seriously. Y/n was trying very hard, but she had to admit that it was starting to grate on her nerves. If it wasn't for the fear that Dom would truly just run into Rhea's arms instead of hers, Y/n would have called him out a long time ago. Y/n shook the thoughts from her head as she turned up her music and started to run a little faster on the treadmill.
"Man, I almost forgot what this kind of music sounds like. A lot of the guys I did time with liked rap music. One of them even made his own," Dom told her. Y/n looked at him curiously as she waited for him to tell her what his music was like. "I forgot his SoundCloud."
"Are you finished out there?" Y/n asked as she looked at the bench sitting on their front lawn. Dom nodded as he leaned over the front of the treadmill. Y/n hopped off of the side as she turned it off and walked over to turn off the speakers in the garage. "Will you bring it in here before you come inside?"
"Can I have a kiss first?" Dom asked.
"If you do that fast enough, maybe you can join me in the shower," Y/n said as she walked into the house. Dom practically sprinted out to grab the bench and weight he had used. Y/n could hear him running up the stairs as she set out new clothes to wear after her shower. Dom burst into the room just as Y/n turned the water on, sweaty and panting from the heat. "I don't know what the showers were like in prison, but I doubt they had conditioner this good."
"It was pretty rough in there, they had a 3-in-1." Dom pouted at her as Y/n lifted her shirt over her head. Y/n chuckled a little as she got into the shower. Dom excitedly followed her in and was immediately disappointed whenever it became clear that Y/n was fully intending on taking a legitimate shower.
"I'm sure it was a relief to you that nobody tried inappropriately touching you in the shower. You're a sweet boy Dom, those prison types probably took advantage of that," Y/n teased. Dom pouted as he laid back in bed. There wasn't much for the two of them to do, so Y/n just stayed with him in bed for the majority of the day. Dom didn't seem to be any less pouty than he had been before, but Y/n didn't really mind it. The peace and quiet was a nice change of pace, and she had even gotten a good nap in.
Whenever she woke up, Dom was downstairs watching tv. Y/n stopped to kiss him on the cheek as she made her way into the kitchen to make lunch for them. Dom's taste in food hadn't evolved since "prison" at all. Y/n made him some of the small staples that had been his favorite before, like chicken tenders and french fries. She was nearly halfway through getting everything done when she felt Dom's arms wrap around her from behind. Y/n leaned back into his body, relishing in the safety of his embrace.
"I know it can't be easy taking care of me all the time like this, but I really think I've got good chances of staying out of prison with your guidance," Dom muttered against the side of Y/n's neck. She smiled to herself as she held back a laugh. "I wish that all of the guys I met behind bars had someone like you to keep them on the straight and narrow. I love you, I really do."
"I love you too," Y/n said. There was a part of her that was relieved they could leave things at that. Truthfully, it wasn't too hard keeping Dom away from his family, not with Judgement Day's influence still clinging to him. It was like he didn't actually care much past annoying his dad and amusing Rhea.
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My sci fi horror monster story with romance!
OK here we are again giving a short summary to a story I’m working on right now. it like 80 pages into this one that’s 80 pages unedited and not put into actual book. Formatting. By the way thought I should’ve pointed out. I think I’m gonna take a pause on the fantasy story and just work on the one that I could possibly finish within the next month or so then get someone to help me edit it and add more in to help it flow better, because I really have a problem with flow I can definitely get a story written fast I just need help getting all the ideas together and fixing spelling since I use a speech to text program since I actually can’t physically type that fast or I get stuck.
Oh, anyways, I’m just gonna tell the first part of the story the not the rest. Basically it starts out with this officer, a security guard Carla, working at this facility of a company called mother goose, and they recently at this facility have gotten a new subject something that’s been in containment for 20 years, but now is finally waking up or is going to wake up and she happens to see it and they call it a bother because all their experiments are named after Mother Goose nursery rhymes, and/or stories and of course it’s Baaba black sheep for this one and baba, it’s like this weird hybrid dinosaur thing that constantly can evolve itself to any situation but it’s extremely painful for it cause it’s own skin falls off as if it was shitting, forcing itself to shed with us so we can just adapter situations which includes radiation and search doesn’t mean it can’t be killed like if he could be damaged before I can adapt to things like if you’re coming to like doomsday from DC Like Bubba can definitely be beaten to death by another experiment and actually die from that and not come back, so kind of not like doomsday except he just has adaptability like SCP 682, but not to the point where a different dimensional versions gonna pop up. Anyways, Carla is able to save Baba‘s life because he almost dies immediately when coming out of the Beasley artificial womb, he’s been living in for 22 years able to Use his own psychic abilities that he got from the DNA of his actual human mother the rest of the DNA is literally just a mash up of prehistoric animals, and what other animals they could put together and fit into him and the rest is him just adapting to the world around him Which includes them as he grows starting out from like this weird like slimy creature into like the actual like weird dinosaur thing he is into having tattoos on his body that won’t go away now because they were testing if they would stay in his body actually feeds the ink and the tattoos so they don’t go away now as well as each of his claws, having him a different purpose one being like almost hook like for climbing, but they also just can go away. Even his tongue is like a chameleons, but also like a tentacle completely maneuverable with almost a hand like appendage that he can use to open everything. So anyways, Bubba does end up, escaping in the facility and the rest of the book focuses on Carla, trying to unearthed things about the Mother Goose organization with the help of a nurse that worked there along with the daughter of one of the scientists whilst Baba is out, exploring her surroundings, which if I’m getting this correct the story takes place in basically Finland and so it’s currently in that time of year where it’s like dark for 3 to 2 months straight and Bob is just exploring including encountering a mutated polar bear, which actually was created by his brother who is watching him and there’s references to his siblings later in the story, even the fact that he can remember them because the psychic link they had allowed him to feel them when they actually were still together before they were separated, which he is, the only one still contain his siblings were able to escape a long time ago and so now he’s trying to find a way to get far away from the facility but as well, dealing with his feelings towards Carla, as well as Carla, having feelings towards him, because Barbara himself is still very much human despite looking like a complete monster, and something big is revealed later in the plot when Carlos steals his x-rays, as well as what Bubba‘s hiding form looks like which father does show different forms which he can shed he has no singular form except the one he currently just has which has for but it’s a possibility. If he moves to warmer climate, the fur will go away but mostly, he looks like the weird dinosaur thing that I described in one of the chapters. actually one of his forms is nicknamed the nun or the worshiper it is like this weird humanoid basically humanoid demented looking nun thing that uses basically what octopus have.
#writing#writer stuff#horror#writers on tumblr#monster fucker#monster fudger#monster fuqqer#dinosaur
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🌠...synastry ship...🌠
@alaezasmystery235
Oh my dear aleaza I know we don't talk much at all but I'm always so happy to have you in my inbox, I have such a soft spot for you you have no idea!
I never pick favourites, but I did also put a bit of extra love into this one! I hope you have an amazing day and I truly adore you 💗
Also I've switched it up the 1st planets refer to jay and the 2nd ones are yours if that makes sense so sextile mars~sun is referring to Jay's Mars and your Sun.
~idol~ jay (enhypen)🌠
~aspects🌠~
~pros🌠~
sextile jupiter~ jupiter: This is potentially one of the best aspects to have in a synastry reading! It seems that there will be immense growth that you'll immediately experience in your relationship. Something that you both appreciate is the fact that you seem to come from different worlds, I know you're from different countries but that's not what I really mean. It's that and some, you have also had completely different upbringings meaning you tend to hold different values. But this is definitely a good thing, it makes your relationship so much better! New opportunities for the both of you will always arise when you are together, you also encourage each other to reach for the stars and wish for what is seemingly impossible but the difference is that you will be able to achieve these things since you actively assist each other in making your dreams come true. You also hold a lot of wisdom as a collective, you learn from each other and welcome your differing philosophies, as I said before you really just have such an appreciation for each other's perspectives and opinions and that's honestly so beautiful.
sextile mars~ sun: This aspect also reiterates the notion that you'll have an exciting relationship. Jay is quite attracted to your strong personality, you are very ambitious and it is likely that Jay has never met someone with such strong ambitions and this really intrigues him. This aspect also indicates a strong sexual spark, however, this won't immediately happen since you both need time to settle into the relationship. I honestly don't have much to say about this aspect since it's pretty similar to the jupiter~jupiter aspect, you basically inspire each other but their may be room for friendly competition..
trine jupiter~ uranus: I guess this makes sense to Jay's character but the fact this confirms it makes me feel all giggly and happy, he is truly the greatest guy ever. Jay is actually a very positive and optimistic person even if he keeps this to himself, meanwhile you are quite quirky yet have this natural ability to pave a creative path for yourself. Combine this and you constantly get fresh and new ideas, both of you have such a great connection it's admirable really. Amongst the cheesy, chaotic energy you have when you are around one another is a solid foundation of friendship, I really think this relationship was born from a strong friendship that eventually evolved into more.
sextile pluto~ neptune: You share a deeply spiritual bond which makes your relationship quite intense, but most of this aspect reiterates the first aspect that states that you really understand and get each other, upon first meeting you felt like you had known Jay for his entire life and the feeling was mutual. You actually have such a good understanding of each other that you communicate non-verbally, you know each gesture and what it means, you both just thrive in silence. You might pick up the skill of finishing each others sentences. Overall, your love feels like it was written in the stars, it feels like fate. Um, I don't know how to say this.... your sex life is absolutely insane! I mean, it's so ethereal? But like so sexy too? I don't even know, it feels and is so passionate and raw, a connection of souls and emotions that it feels otherworldly. When you have sex you lose all inhibitions, you just fall into lust, sexuality, spirituality, emotions and thew body. This is actually a huge part of why you believe you are soulmates, but instead of having a fleeting relationship your sex life is better suited to a relationship where you know you are dedicated to each other, it can even lead to marriage.
trine chiron~ jupiter: I can't really say too much that I haven't already said, basically you inspire each other and help each other grow spiritually letting yourselves expand and explore new horizons. You help Jay practice empathy when communicating with other people and he fully embraces it as a result of your contagious enthusiasm.
sextile moon~ mars: I mean... we all know this by now lol, you have an exciting relationship, this aspect is like the icing on top of the cake, it won't create a good relationship but it adds the spice, electricity and excitement that you deserve, this also adds more sexual compatibly (as if you need it lmao).
trine mercury~ jupiter: You are basically so whipped and enthusiastic about Jay's crazy ideas and you show him a new way of thinking yeah, this is the only new things I can add to this part.
trine moon~ sun: Jay may not openly admit it sometimes but he fully relies on your energy, enthusiasm and vibrancy while you honestly appreciate and cherish the emotional support he gives you so willingly. You have a strong emotional bond and are attracted to each others minds and you just naturally understand each other. You're naturally in sync and may feel actual pain when the other is hurt in any shape or form. This surprises many outsiders who don't know the depth of your relationship, but you're actually the one who leads the relationship more while Jay provides emotional support. There is a lot of emotional bonding that goes on as well.
trine pluto~ mercury: Jay brings a lot of positive change with him and he inspires you to change your approaches to life in general. Jay is such a good guy that he doesn't even realise that he is actively changing the way you think. He pushes you towards truth, this can bother you if you don't want to face any issues, but Jay honestly means well. In terms of the dynamic you are the more youthful and excitable one whereas Jay is more deep-thinking and serious.
trine chiron~ moon: This is such a pleasant and nurturing relationship, you both take care of each other really well. You are gifted with insight into knowing the exact thing the other person needs to be feel safe and secure. Jay isn't one to fully express himself when it comes to past hurts and bad memories, regardless, you are able to soothe those painful memories. You have a gentle touch that's needed since Jay doesn't even fully realise that some things are still hurting him. This relationship is actually a sign of healing for both parties, you provide each other with love that was missing in the past.
trine venus~ chiron: This also doubles down on the concept of spiritual healing and a relationship that feels like it was meant to be, however, this also indicates that you actually have some past hurts and emotional wounds that need healing as well, and Jay is happy to provide you with that emotional stability. You truly feel like he is giving you all the love you've truly wanted.
trine saturn~ neptune: Though you do have some very drastic differences in behaviour these seem to fade away for the greater good of your relationship plus a repeat of everything written above.
~cons🌠~
square moon~ moon: This aspect addresses the more consequential side of being in such a fast paced bubbly relationship. Since you are so different from one another their is a room for emotional conflict, even if you seem to get along there will still be frequent misunderstandings that could easily get out of control since you are both so in touch with your emotions, this adds a whole other layer that could create an environment that feels pretty uncomfortable. You just catch each other off guard with your passionate responses while defending yourselves.
opposition chiron~ saturn: Though your connection seems positive it brings with it disagreements, challenges and limitations but it is through such harsh conflicts that you are able to heal each others emotional wounds. Jay feels a bit unsettled around the fact that though you're a burst of energy at times you also have moments where you are far too dark, depressing and narrow minded for his liking.
square saturn~ jupiter: You actually find Jay way too serious and you also believe that he has the most traditional views known to man and this can feel so restricting. You love to explore and naturally expand yourself in your relationships, but with Jay coming off this way it feels like he is slowing you down and preventing you from reaching your true potential. At the same time Jay will actively criticize your behaviour and limit your freedom to do exactly what you want.
square mercury~ neptune: In the negative aspects it really just points to Jay complaining a lot in your relationship. He feels like you're just so incredibly vague whenever you speak to him, it's like you're dancing around the subject 9 times out of 10. Even though this could be intriguing at first you will start to have severe trust issues since you will most likely respond to his criticisms of you with deceptive untruthful answers so you could lesson the blow. Also repeating what I said before you see Jay as being way too logical, another thing is that while you can inspire each other you actually feel severely misunderstood most of the time.
square mars~ uranus: There is severe unpredictability and restlessness in this relationship, both of you feel this constant sense of change and excitement. This leads to very frequent ups and downs relating to your deep emotional connection. This also points to an almost chaotic sex experience and uncontrollable sexual attraction.
~house overlays🌠~
your sun in his 9th house: Despite having many differences, you share similar world views. This also could potentially mean that you have almost identical philosophies. This is such a good thing, though, because you will always be able to entertain each other through genuinely insightful conversations. Another thing that I just want to to mention is that you also influence each other to be more culturally aware. This overlay also indicates that this relationship is a perfect foundation for potential marriage.
his lilith in your 1st house: Though you genuinely care about each other there is this strong sense physical and sexual attraction. There is the potential for something that could low-key be a type of obsession. It's more that Jay is obsessed with your appearance and the little quirks you have. Meanwhile, you feel that Jay helps to uncover a deeper part of you that you often hide, he allows you to show your darker and more rebellious side.
his sun in your 6th house: There is a very strict dynamic that your relationship upholds, one where either you or Jay decide to be more submissive. This is actually an effective thing all things considered, this is just the way you get stuff done, you're most productive when you're together. Again it literally keeps saying Jay will assume the role as the more passive submissive one of the relationship.
your juno in his 6th house: You choose to express your love for Jay by primarily doing chores or gifting him with things that could help make his day that little bit more easier. You just love that dating lifestyle, the one where you feel needed. But another huge part of this is you just wanting to prove to Jay that you will always be there to help him no matter what.
his pluto in your 2nd house: Jay will bring great change to your personality as a direct result of his powerful personality, you often see him as someone who you can rely on for great advice.
his moon in your 10th house: This overlay is a little bit of a problem area that results in parts of your relationship feeling distant and impersonal, even though he loves you he can't help but feel a little uneasy around you. In his eyes you are such a great girlfriend, such a great catch, but you have a lack of emotional closeness. Jay is very in touch with his emotions so it doesn't sit well for him knowing that you seem to be a little more disconnected than he could ever be and he also feels that you only really take care of yourself at times when he really needs you. Another thing to consider is that both of you will have this habit of portraying each other as the "trophy wife" or "trophy husband".
your neptune in his 7th house: You awaken this sense of romance and intimacy in Jay, but on a deeper level than what is considered normal. Also just keep in mind that Jay has never felt such strong emotions for anybody else even in prior relationships. Jay's immediate reaction to this is to be very co-dependent, but you teach him how to not be as co-dependent.
his mercury in your 7th house: Jay has this innate feeling that you will accept the way he thinks, even if this is just an illusion it puts him at ease enough for him to easily communicate with you. Overall, he just feels so comfortable in your presence, there is never a shallow conversation when you are together. Each conversation is deep and intimate where you share your deepest thoughts . Your free flowing communication will never dwindle, it will actually get stronger over time, you also have an intellectual bond.
your pluto in his 5th house: Man, idk how to take this, I'm so jealous of the sexual relationship you have with Jay lmao. You have a way of bringing a lot of pleasure and sexuality to him. I mean the results vary you could bring him happiness and pleasure through shared hobbies as well but the overwhelming thing is the fact that you'll definitely try out ALOT of various kinks and fetishes. You can also help each other creatively or help each other discover new talents, but lets be real this part is mostly about the crazy sex you'll have. This definitely sparks the deep need to have children sometime in the near future.
his north node in your 8th house: This overlay hints at a sense of unpredictability in your relationship but your connection will still be felt on a deep soul level. Jay will also enter your life during a time of major transformation, that or he will trigger the change himself.
your chiron in his 6th house: Your relationship is all about spiritual healing and enlightenment, healing and physical perfection. Basically you love to really tune into your deepest feelings but you never really show this to other people, you still strive to portray a perfect relationship.
his juno in your 10th house: There is an extremely important bond between the two of you. The stand out point of this overlay is the fact that Jay will feel fully responsible for you and your well-being and helping you have the career of your dreams. But don't worry, you love Jay enough to help him out. You're always looking out for Jay and you feel that maybe you'll be able to play a part in helping him succeed with certain things.
his uranus in your 4th house: Before you met Jay you were convinced that you new everything about what you truly desired when it came to home and family, that was until you met Jay. He will unintentionally shake up what stability you do have, he does this in a positive way though. He wants to assist you by introducing you to new concepts of family while bringing along consistency and security.
your neptune in his 7th house: You have really changed Jay's life for the better, you awaken this need for love and intimacy that he has never felt before. You also feel so energised with your connection to him, something you had never felt in your past relationships.
his mercury in your 10th house: This one will be short and sweet, but basically you and Jay find it quite difficult to talk about anything other than your goals and careers.
your north node in his 10th house: Even though Jay truly loves you and the relationship he is very self conscious about the image of your relationship, this goes back to him trying to live the life where he is a trophy husband with a trophy wife.
his neptune in your 4th house: You may bond over a deeper love of children and a shared home, this falls in line with the fact that marriage is never off the table for both of you.
your uranus in his 8th house: You shake up Jay's perceptions of sex and sexuality, you actually introduce him to a new way of expressing his sexuality, he feels like you don't judge him for wanting some very different things.
~final verdict🌠~
This ship really does speak for itself, you and Jay have something that is so unbelievably real, raw and passionate. It really does feel like you were meant to be, I'm not just saying this to make you feel good either. I really think this is an example of everything in a relationship done right and this comes from the fact that you and Jay are so dedicated to your relationship. There is nothing better than you in Jay's eyes and he would literally move heaven and earth for you if he could do it. I sound like a broken record but there is just so much love, dedication and deep deep feeling. This is definitely a relationship that will last, and hey, like I said before it could even lead to marriage and children and god knows Jay would stick around for that to happen. Most of this is just him being super duper whipped for you, and I really can't say too much without repeating myself. This is just such a precious relationship, I love the dynamic you have and you are both just too good for this world🥲.
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so this is the beginning of a silly little short story where ian and mickey actually have their date in s5 that idk if im gonna finish writing it but im gonna post it here and let's see if my brain decides that knows words again
He can still feel the warmth of his own blood in his eyebrow, they fought. Ian couldn't feel anything, he hadn't been feeling anything lately so they fought and kissed until he felt everything. Until they ended up here, singing out loud in the street, a night sky above them and Ian feeling like he could conquer the world.
And Mickey loves that and loves Ian so he sings with him even if he's awful, even if it's silly, even if it's too loud. He has said just once that he loves Ian and not to his face only in that one voicemail when he left and Mickey lost his mind and at some point his hysteria, his desperation, his fear made him say it but it died there, in a voicemail. Mickey still hopes Ian knows, he hopes Ian can look at him and just know.
So Ian laughs loud, there are small pieces of grass in his messy ginger hair, blood in his cheek, a wide smile and bright happy eyes that don't want to leave Mickey. And he knows how frustrating it was for Ian to not feel anything at all, how he even attempted to not take his meds, he knows he’s just so euphoric because he felt. Because kissing made him feel, because the alcohol made him feel, because the adrenaline is reminding him that he’s alive even when he was starting to suspect he was probably dead.
He knows this. He can recognize the euphoria, the adrenaline, the temporary happiness but it doesn’t matter, Ian is here and he’s happy and bright, and laughing and looking at him that way. He would never deny him that, never. He would never not be Ian’s partner in crime in whatever thought he had that day, he would never not hold his hand and just follow him. And Ian might know this too.
“Holy shit, I just realized something” says suddenly interrupting Mickey’s train of thought, he’s looking at him with wide, green, surprised eyes like he just discovered something so incredible and he needs to say it immediately.
“What’s that?” his words slightly muffled by his finger cleaning the blood in his lip, looking expectantly at his boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
He has to repress himself from smiling, he’s been calling him that in his head even though he has actually said the word out loud that one time when he went to the clinic with Fiona and they decided prior to that they were a couple but it’s special to him, it’s important. Calling Ian ‘boyfriend’ feels liberating, feels like freedom, feels like being honest, feels like leaving an old, dark, dusty and claustrophobic closet and it feels like growing up, like evolving, like future. Like a plural in the future.
“We’ve never actually been on a real date” gasps
Mickey almost rolls his eyes “Bullshit!” ends up exclaiming and fights a smile again because Ian looks too excited and happy about his recent realization.
“No, I’m serious” Ian insists “like– like a date where you sit down and you go to a nice restaurant, put on a nice shirt, you– like eat with utensils” explains
Mickey’s eyes are still on him, almost making sure that he’s actually serious about this. His eyebrows raised in surprise because yeah, Ian is serious. But he still asks “You wanna do that?” his tone is softer, his smile is not trying to hide anymore.
“Yeah, why not?” replies, his eyes are bright and elated. He looks like he can feel every flicker of emotion in his body, he looks like he forgot how it felt to be alive and now it’s overwhelming and new and he needs to keep feeling, to feel more until it stops.
“But you mean now?”
“Now before I sober up and I get all fucking weird again” a soft, tiny smile caressing his lips and a wide, incredelous one that turns into a chuckle in Mickey’s lips. “C’mon” says, putting his arm around Mickey’s shoulders.
"Can I borrow a fucking shirt then, please?” his hand gesturing the blood stains in his clothes.
“Yeah, you can borrow a shirt” his smile intact while they walk towards the door of Ian’s house.
There’s no one there and they find Ian’s bedroom between giggles and stolen kisses that end up with Mickey against the wall and his smile brushing Ian’s lips.
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Sabrael Character Bio | 2090 words
TWs: Stalking, kidnapping, manipulation/gaslighting
Note: I used prompts from a now deleted blog titled drink-it-write-it multiple times in this story. I would link the blog as well as the posts I used, but I am unable to do so.
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You’ve felt off lately.
Well, not you. The atmosphere. Something has been making your skin crawl and your body shiver for the past few weeks, and you’ve been wracking your brain to figure out what it might be.
You’re by yourself most of the time. You work from home, where you live alone, with not even an animal companion to keep you company. The houses next door, bought up cheap for rentals, remain empty after months of advertisements. Across the street is a highway, leaving you with no neighbors and only a small amount of pedestrian traffic to cast your suspicion onto.
To address the paranoia, you start keeping all of your blinds shut. It evolves into ordering curtains to fully cover the windows, and then hanging blankets to block any and all gaps you might have missed. It doesn’t help.
You stop taking phone calls at home and keep all of your communication contained to emails and text messages; while this seems to make you feel more secure for a day or so, the paranoia comes back in full force yet again, leaving you jumpy.
One day, you head out of the house to do your biweekly grocery shopping trip. A 10 minute drive to the grocery store offers you a chance at socialization and a feeling of safety. Grateful to be out of the house, you take your time shopping. You browse the aisles slowly, making sure you’re getting the best deal on your items and even substituting a few things for cheaper versions on sale. While crossing through the automotive section to get to the home goods, a particular sale sign catches your eye.
On an otherwise empty rack sits a black pepper spray canister. The sale sign labels them at 40% off, a complete steal. Your heart skips a beat as you remember how paranoid you’ve been. Without thinking, you throw the last package into your cart and continue on to the home goods.
After finishing your shopping, you check out, pay, and load your bags into the trunk of your car. Before pulling out of your parking space, you rip open the pepper spray and secure it to your keychain, giving you instant, immediate access to your only form of defense. You clutch it tightly in your hand, familiarizing yourself with the weapon and its trigger, before letting it go slack on the keychain and then driving back home.
Pulling into the driveway sends a wave of nausea throughout your entire body, causing you to groan. You put the car into park and step out, heading to your trunk to start the process of bringing your things inside. You reach for the heaviest items first- laundry detergent, milk, and vinegar- and then proceed to drop them all when you turn your body and see a stranger smiling in front of you. You scream and stumble back, nearly falling but saving yourself by grabbing onto the car.
“Need some help?” The stranger asks, remaining cool and calm.
“Fuck off,” you stutter, taking a few more steps back.
They smile. “Your groceries look heavy. Let me help you with them.”
“No,” you firmly tell them, reaching up to shut the trunk, nearly crushing their hand. “Fuck off.”
They frown and turn their sights on you, walking slowly to close the gap between your bodies. You gasp and turn to run, trying to get back into the driver’s seat so you can get away from them. You fumble for your keys, which are currently absent from your pocket- a short glance into the car reveals them sitting in the seat. You also notice that your doors have been locked. God damn it. You circle the car again, trying to keep space between you and your unwelcome guest, keeping your eyes on them while your hands fumble between your bag and pockets. You grip onto the pepper spray you’d just purchased and hold it up, parallel to your chest, facing the stranger and standing your ground. They stop.
“How long have you been stalking me?” You spit out, your grip on the pepper spray shaky.
“I prefer the phrase “watching over you,” my love,” they say, continuing their slow approach of you, unphased by the black cylinder being aimed at them. Your heart, already beating erratically, shifts into overdrive as they get closer and closer. The confirmation that you have been being watched this entire time makes you want to curl up and sob right on the spot, but you hold strong to keep yourself safe.
“I’m warning you one last time,” you cry, your finger on the canister’s trigger. You’re starting to hyperventilate. The lack of oxygen and the adrenaline high leaves you feeling lightheaded and dizzy.
“I wouldn’t do that, darling,” they gently instruct you.
Darling? That’s it. You press the trigger and immediately reel back in pain as pepper spray goes into your eyes, nose, and mouth, sending burning pain all throughout your body. You scream and fall back, dropping your one form of self defense as you bring your hands to your face, desperate to wipe the spray from your eyes and nose. Your attempts at clearing it from your skin make its effects worse.
As you wheeze and sob, you hear the stranger quietly chuckle at your state. “I warned you, you know.”
Suddenly, everything stops. There is no more pain; no more noise, either. The constant drone of cars speeding on the highway is completely absent. You’re swimming in a black void, completely detached from reality. When you’re finally able to open your eyes, you’re sitting in a plush armchair in a room that is disturbingly beige. You leap to your feet, holding a tense position as you scan the room. You’re alone.
The room is small, about the size of a college dorm, with what appears to be a full-sized bed, a tall dresser, and two sets of doors on opposite sides of the room. A small TV sits on top of the dresser and a white yoga mat is rolled and leaning against the bed frame. You walk to the doors and try opening each of them; the one closest to your bed leads to an equally beige bathroom, stocked with self care supplies like a brush, soap, and toothpaste. Much to your dismay, the other door is locked. You sink down to the floor next to the yoga mat, trying to piece together where you are and what exactly happened to you.You’re alone with your own thoughts for about ten minutes before the door knob begins to rattle. You jump at the sudden appearance of noise and then clench your fists together, trying to keep a facade of braveness. The stranger from earlier slowly pops open the door and smiles down at you before entering and shutting the door behind them.
“I see you’re awake. You seem much more calm now… I’m glad.”
You waste no time with pleasantries. “Who are you?”
They smile down at you. “My name is Sabrael. I’m your guardian angel,” they say, sitting down on the floor with you to stay on your level. You watch as they descend, fixated on their eyes, which glow brightly, the color of solid gold. “I noticed you were having a hard time taking care of yourself… I figured it was about time someone stepped in.”
You scowl at them. “I’ve been taking care of myself for as long as I can remember. I don’t need help from anyone, especially someone who’s been stalking me and who just kidnapped me.”
They hum in acknowledgement of your words, but don’t directly respond to them. “What would you like to eat today? I know that humans crave variety in their diet, so I decided against making you something you might not be in the mood for.”
“I’m not hungry. Let me go.”
They ignore you again. “Perhaps you’d like to exercise, then. The yoga mat you’re sitting next to is one of many options I have available for you to choose from.”
You feel your anger rising. “I’m not working out,” you spit. “Let me go.”
“I see… Perhaps you’re a little overwhelmed from your sudden change in environment… Would you like to watch a movie to relax? The TV is set up with-”
“I want to go home, God damn it!” You shout at them. Sobs wrack your body after the outburst. Sabrael reaches to caress your face, trying to calm you, but you roughly slap their hand away, aggressively shouting at them for trying to touch you.
The atmosphere of the room changes instantly. Through your bleary eyes, you watch as Sabrael’s expression morphs from kind and caring to cold and angry.
“This is how you treat me after everything I’ve done for you?” They ask, venom dripping from every word. They stand up and loom over you, looking down at your frightened figure. You hug yourself tight for security, a new set of tears quickly streaming down your face. You sit in silence for a moment before they speak again. “I’ve spent months learning about you and humans in general… I created this nice little home just for you, fit with everything you need to live a happy and enriched life… I tried to comfort you during an emotional outburst and you attacked me.” They shake their head at you, sending a message of dissatisfaction and disappointment. “If this is how you treat others, it’s no wonder you’ve been so alone in the human realm.”
Anger boils over, ridding the fear from your body. “You kidnapped me,” you choke out, your words hoarse from the wailing. “You fucking kidnapped me, and you expect me to be nice to you?”
“I did that because I was trying to help you,” they reply, glaring down at you. “I see now that you’re not open to logic.” They reach down and grip your head, covering your eyes with their hand. “We’ll try something else.” Before you can react and try to slap them away, you’re sent back to the same black void you were swimming in before.
You come back to reality again in your own bed, in your own home. You sit up abruptly, scanning your surroundings… You’re alone. At home. It all must have been a dream. A fucked up, horrible nightmare of a dream, but nevertheless fabricated. You get out of bed and take a long, hot shower, dedicated to decompressing after such a stressful dream. After getting out and changing into lounge wear, you head to the kitchen to find something to eat.
When you enter, Sabrael is sitting at the table, smiling at you as two plates of breakfast sit idly, as if they’ve been waiting for you to join them all morning. They motion to the chair across from them. Without a fight, you numbly walk to it, plopping down and staring at the meal. Thousands of thoughts race through your brain. You’d just spent so long convincing yourself that it wasn’t real, that you weren’t being stalked and that you hadn’t been kidnapped, that it was all just a nightmare induced by the paranoia you’ve been experiencing for weeks on end…
“The stress you experienced last night was not anticipated,” Sabrael says, catching your attention from your anxious thoughts. “I now know that humans need time to adjust to new circumstances. We’ll begin this relationship in your home, and move on when you’re more adjusted.”
“Relationship?” You question, raising your brows in complete confusion.
“I’m your guardian angel,” they reiterate. “I exist to take care of you. I am yours, and by extension, you are mine.” They pause to smile, a giddy expression overtaking their face. “We’ll stay in your home for now, so you can learn how our dynamic will function in a place where you feel secure. When the proper time comes, we will depart back to the home I created for you.”
You sit in shock, bile rising in your throat as you process what they’re telling you. When it finally clicks that this isn’t something you’re going to be able to get out of, you set your head on the table and begin to cry. You don’t have the energy or the fortitude to continue to scream and fight. You’ve accepted that you’re stuck, and that nothing you or anyone else can do will save you from this creature. Fuck. You feel Sabrael’s hand gently rubbing your back. They quietly hush you as you continue to sob, completely defeated.
#yandere#yandere oc#yandere oc x reader#guardian angel#guardian angel oc#yandere guardian angel#lsy: sabrael#yall would not believe how long ive been sitting on this trying to finish it...
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