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ladylooch · 9 months

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Letters in Your Last Name - Chapter 18

A/N: So you like smut you say?? Good cause it's in this one twice 😉 When I say I cannot help myself with Kevin, I mean it bbys. Outside of the smut tho, I do love this chapter.. so cute.. lil angsty... doing the hard work of showing up... what isn't to love?

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: SMUTTTT 18+ content , COVID Talk, angst, swearing

Wild’s belief never wavered, which makes Game 7 defeat harder to swallow

Another year, another first round exit by the Minnesota Wild.

I watch the last few drops of Nespresso fall into my cup. The machine buzzes as it finishes up. I grab the cup, adding in my frothed cream. I glance down the hall at the bedroom door, finding it still shut and concealing my sleeping boyfriend.

Another season done; another off-season hovering. The off-season we were supposed to spend together. First in Sweden, then in Switzerland. COVID has ruined many things and it’s hold on our lives has not weakened in the slightest. Most of Europe is still closed to Americans even as vaccination rates have increased significantly in the U.S. Kevin and I are done with both rounds and thought that would be enough for me to join him in Europe. Unfortunately, it doesn’t seem to matter. At this point, both Sweden and Switzerland are still closed to me.

Kevin and I have known this for weeks. We have strategically been pushing the thought from our minds. Armed with the fierce hope of a deep playoff run, we continued to methodically plan our entire summer from our first day arrival in Sweden to our return to the U.S. from Switzerland. Unfortunately, for both us, and the Wild, neither of those things ended up happening.

Now, with the season over, Kevin is ready to head back to Sweden and begin training for this upcoming year. On his flight home from a Game 7 defeat, he made a long list of the improvements to focus on with Andreas this summer. Regardless of the fun we have planned, we both anticipate a tumultuous summer of both pushing for improvement and contract negotiations. With the two shortened seasons of Kevin’s latest contract, there is concern that he may not be able to secure the long term, big money contract we envisioned for him at the start of this season. Additionally, the Wild have at least two other players in Kirill Kaprizov and Joel Erikkson Ek to re-sign. With so many unknowns, it feels difficult to see where we will be going from here. We are both still hopeful that the going turns into staying.

I grab my coffee and pad out of the kitchen into the living room. I sit in one corner of the couch and look out across Minneapolis. It’s a warm, Spring day and the sun is shining brightly in the sky. Today is locker clean out which means hours of interview and goodbyes for Kevin. Later this week, the players will have an end of the year bash hosted by the Spurgeons, so the goodbyes will mostly be to the Wild Staff members and media.

After a few sips of my coffee, Kevin enters the living room with bed head hair tossed about and his MacBook Pro. He greets me with a soft kiss and a smile. He sets the open laptop next to me on the couch and wanders to the kitchen where he makes himself a Nespresso. While the machine kicks in and begins pouring Kevin’s coffee, I casually glance at the screen of his computer. There, I see he is looking at flights to Sweden from Minneapolis leaving on Sunday, five days from now. I purse my lips in both annoyance and confusion.

“You’re looking at flights?” I ask him, taking a sip of my coffee to seem chill.

“Yeah, just seeing what options are out there in the next week or so.” He responds after a yawn. The way he says this, so casually, irks me.

“But… I can’t go yet.” I say quietly, looking into the rich brown of my coffee.

“I know.” He says slowly. I’m silent as the machine finishes his drink. He grabs it and walks over to join me on the couch. “That’s why I haven’t booked anything.” I give him a skeptical look as he sips his coffee. He holds up a cautioning hand. “I’m not trying to leave without you. I want to discuss our options.”

“Well, the options are you stay here or you go without me.” I am trying to not sound angry, but there is a definite bite to my words I can’t filter out.

“I think that is simplifying it a bit.” Kevin responds, leaning back into the couch after setting his coffee down.

“Oh? It’s more complicated than that?”

“Well, yeah.”

“How so?”

“The plan for this off-season was and remains for you to come with me. I know when we started planning everything, we thought things would be open again. In Sweden, things seem to be shifting in a positive direction. There is talk that they are opening up soon to international travelers. I was thinking I could go for now and get everything settled, then when the border opens, you can join me.” Although Kevin is a Swiss native, he has permanent residency established in Sweden, therefore he can return even though international travelers are not currently permitted.

“What if this talk turns out to not be true?” I ask him.

“Then we will figure out that next step then.” I roll my eyes towards the ceiling, letting out a heavy sigh. I’m trying not to get upset, but he’s talking about leaving me here in such a casual way, like it’s not a big deal. Like we haven’t done this two other times and it didn’t almost tear us apart at the seams. How could he have forgotten the emptiness of those lonely nights? The memory still haunts me every night he’s on the road.

“Maybe that mindset works for you, but it doesn’t work for me with us anymore. Every time you leave, I’m left feeling like a piece of me is missing. I go through the motions of life, but I feel stuck in place when you’re gone. Like we are living two different lives. I want to share my life with you, Kev. Not live it while you’re 3,000 miles away and 7 hours ahead of me. Honestly, the thought of you leaving and then this turning into another 2-3 months apart, isn’t something I want to do for another summer.”

“I understand that and agree.” He says cautiously. He pauses and seems to contemplate his choice of words carefully. “Since we are being honest, I think I should go now. This is the most important off-season I’ve ever had. With two shortened seasons, I’m not sure if Billy is going to give me the long term deal that I want. Early talks haven’t looked good. This off-season is going to set my career up for a good future. A future that’s going to provide for us and our plans.” I take in his resigned features. I believe that it won’t matter what I say. He’s going. So I pack up the rest of my arguments in my head, shove them deep, and surrender to more time apart.

“Okay. If that is what is most important, then you have to go.” As easy as it has been the last few times to encourage him to go, the taste of it in my mouth right now has me wanting to spit. I’ve been so considerate and supportive of him in the past. Why can’t he consider staying here with me now?

I stand, grabbing my cup and bringing it to the sink. I know I need to leave. If I stay here, I’ll do something embarrassing like get on my knees and beg him to stay here with me. Luckily, I have the perfect excuse. “I’m going to head out. Felicia wanted to run some errands this morning without the kids.” I pour out the remaining coffee and give the cup a quick rinse. When I turn, Kevin is standing in the living room with his arms crossed, looking at me with an expression I can’t read.

“Do you have to leave right now?” He asks me. I give a shrug and a nod even though I don’t. I’m not fooling him either. “Sam.” Kevin says with slight annoyance in his tone. “If this isn’t okay…” He runs a hand through his hair nervously. “Baby, just talk to me.”

“I have, Kevin. You don’t seem interested in listening.” My voice has taken on a sharp, angry edge. At the sound of it, Kevin’s demeanor instantly turns frustrated. He rolls his eyes, setting them on me with an edge of fierceness. He is quiet, taking in the look on my face. It’s like he’s peeling back layer after layer while we stand there. It’s a vulnerability I don’t enjoy so I cross my arms over my chest to shield myself from him.

“I’ll stay here until you can come with me.” He finally says. Even though that’s what I want, deep down the instant dread begins to suffocate me. Changing his plans just for me feels like a disaster waiting to happen. What if he resents me for this later? What if missing out on this training time ends in a short term deal? Or worse, a trade and starting over? I can’t be responsible for any of that. He needs to own this decision.

“That’s fine, but it better be your decision, not something you say to make me happy but you don’t want to do. If this has any potential to be something you resent me for, you need to go. I’m not interested in being a scapegoat.” I watch as his jaw tightens further in defiance. “I can already see it on your face, Kev. You don’t want to stay here.” My nostrils flare in frustration.

“I feel like if I go, I’m going to lose you.” His eyebrows are drawn low and his eyes are squinting at me with a borderline snarl on his mouth.

“That is ridiculous. You’re not going to lose me.” I tell him, grabbing my keys and my purse from the counter. “Go to Sweden. When I can come, I’ll come.” My tone is cool and I’m purposefully being just as calm as he was earlier. I turn and start walking to the door. The tears are burning in my eyes, but I’m trying to stride confidently, like the heaviness of this isn’t crumbling my heart into pieces.

“Sam.” Kevin calls as he sighs exasperatedly. I whirl around to face him.

“I don’t know what there is left to talk about at this point, Kev. Just go book your flight. You need to be there more than you need to be here. You don’t need me. So go without me.” My voice wavers with emotion. Kevin is silent as he stares back at me, dark eyes watchful. As the seconds pass, I can feel the sadness take over my features. How many days would we be apart this time? A deep sob suddenly rocks my chest. I throw my hand over my lips tightly to keep the sound in. My tears shatter Kevin’s edginess. He is across the living room and reaching for me in seconds.

“Of course I need you. I’m staying. I’m not going to go without you.” He assures me. “I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not.” He rubs his hands up and down my back as I cry into his chest. He squeezes me tightly to him. I feel embarrassed at the amount of tears that are sinking into his shirt. At least I didn’t beg? I pull back from him and wipe my fingers beneath my eyes.

“I hate this.” I tell him, looking across the room at the bank of windows. I can’t bring myself to look at his face, but I know he stands with his arms crossed in silence, watching me. Two more tears leak out and I wipe at them angrily.

“It definitely sucks.” He says quietly. “But I really think things are going to be okay in a few weeks. In the meantime, I can train here. We can be together and then everything else will work it’s self out.”

“Are you sure?” I ask again quietly.

“About not leaving you? Yes.” He says as he reaches for my chin. He gently tilts it up until our eyes meet. His gaze is genuine and soft. “I’m all in on this, baby.”

“I know, me too. And that’s what makes it so hard when you go.” I tell him honestly. He nods slowly. His eyes are serious as they look at me. His other hand comes to my face, cupping my neck and stroking my cheek.

“None of my dreams come true without you.”

I close my eyes and lean into his touch. I feel his lips connect with mine again. This kiss is deeply intimate with fresh tears still soaking my lashes. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me firmer into him. His arms slide down my back and to my thighs, lifting me up. Our kiss turns passionate and ravenous. He walks us back to the couch and falls onto it, letting me take control.

“I love you.” I whisper to him as I pull back from his lips. I look down at his face, taking in his swollen lips and muted red cheeks. His brown eyes are molten black; his hair is messy from my fingers.

"Miluji tě.” My heart swoons at the Czech I love you. When he speaks to me like this, knowing I understand, it feels like a secret that only we are in on. His hands are on my hips and he slowly rocks me into his erection. I bite my lip briefly and let out a breathy moan. “You look good up there.”

“Yeah?” I wonder, my fingers going to the edge of my t-shirt and pulling it over my head.

“Even better.” He tells me, watching me closely as his fingers go up my back, unclasping my bra. It falls between us and his lips part in a heavenly sigh. “Sweden can’t compete with you.” He says, thumbs brushing against my hard nipples. He sits up and meets my lips, flipping me onto my back in the process.

“I thought you liked me up there.” I question him, watching as he kisses down my stomach.

“I like you better under me.” He insists as his quick hands pull the rest of my clothes from my body.

His lips connect with my slick flesh and I moan out my agreement.

Later, when we are throughly satisfied, Kevin kisses the top of my head one last time before shifting from the couch. I watch with a pout as he pulls his clothes back on his gorgeous, naked body.

“Boo!” I whine to him. He laughs and comes towards me, leaning down and tugging my nipple into his mouth. “Hey.. it’s not fair to start that when you’re leaving.” Even as I say this, I hold his head to me, enjoying the intoxicating need beginning to pound in my body again.

“I’m giving you something to look forward to later.” He insists, moving to the other nipple and giving it equal attention. By the time he pulls away again, I’m writhing beneath him and breathless. “Just how I like you.” He murmurs to me, kissing my lips softly. He nuzzles my nose and then drapes a blanket over me. “I will be back after lunch. Eat without me.”

“Okay.”

My eyes follow him across the apartment where he gathers his phone, keys and hat at the door. He turns back to me, eyes watchful as he takes me in- breathless, just fucked hair and all. I slide the blanket down just enough that my nipples peak out at him, hoping they will beckon him back to me. He’s pondering something and he licks his lips in a way that makes me groan. I cover my face with my hands and then peek at him through my fingers. He slowly backs away with a grin that underlies the knowing between us both.

He exits the apartment without another word, with my heart wrapped firmly in his hands.

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In late July, my feet dangle into the water of the infinity pool at a remote spa and hotel in the center of Sweden. We are here as a late birthday celebration for Kevin, but also for us to unwind after a few strange, tough seasons. I just finished my massage and am waiting for Kevin to appear. I’m so relaxed that I could melt into a puddle and drift away into the Swedish wilderness surrounding us. I trace circles in the water with my hot pink toes and think about how incredible this off-season has been. Kevin was right about Sweden releasing their restrictions soon. After two weeks of relaxation in Minnesota, Sweden welcomed international travelers back with open arms.

I’ve loved every minute of us living here the past two months. I can certainly see why Kevin has become so attached to the city of Gothenburg. It’s a vibrant, chill and young metro that has accepted me with open arms, including Kevin’s group of friends. These days, they truly feel like our friends. We meet up with the group every few days at the archipelago islands on the ocean, a restaurant, or at the local amusement park, Liseberg. Every day is packed with adventure, but it doesn’t feel rushed either. The overall vibe of Sweden focuses on relaxation and contentment. It’s a perfect fit for our off-season needs.

A hand comes to the top of my head to tug my pony tail in a greeting. I don’t have to look to know it’s Kevin. His touch is always assertive and sure.

“I definitely fell asleep.” He says as he sits down next to me. His legs bump into mine in the water. He has been training hard on power and strength this off season. His thighs have become as thick as tree trunks; I’ve certainly been reaping the benefits of them. Just looking at them now has my breathing becoming shallow.

“Me too.” I nod my head, looking over at him. I smile at the obvious creases in his beautiful cheeks from the pillow. “I see why they named a massage style after Sweden.”

“I wish our trainers were that nice about it.” Kevin speaks of the Wild staff members. “I swear, half the time it’s a bet to see who can inflict the most pain.”

“To be fair, that’s how you guys are able to sustain the whole year though. If they were nice about it, you’d be down with cramps and injuries a lot more.”

“Yeah I know. But once would be nice.”

“You should ask for it this year. Build it in once a week and see what happens.” I shrug, flicking my foot to toss droplets of water in the air. A few of them land on my thighs and Kevin slips into the water to submerge himself.

“Maybe I will.” He says before dipping below the surface. The pool is salt water and is warmed to borderline hot tub level, which is perfect to continue to relax the muscles after a massage like that. “Are you going to stay up there?” He ponders to me, running his hand through his wet hair to push it back from his face.

“Probably.” I shrug. Kevin contemplates that before reaching for my left leg in the water. He grabs the other one and comes to stand between my spread legs. His arms reach for my waist and I know exactly what he’s going to do.

“Don’t you dare.” I hiss at him just as he grabs me and tugs me fully into the pool. “Kevin!” I snap right as I go under. I shove at his stomach underwater and push towards the surface. I suck in an annoyed breath and narrow my eyes at him.

“What is with girls not wanting to get their hair wet in the pool?” He asks me with a puzzled scrunch of his nose.

“Because we look like this!” I exclaim, shoving my hair back from my face. “A drowned rat!”

“Well, if I’m going to make you come in public, I need you in the water.” He says quietly, grabbing the backs of my thighs and floating me to tighten my legs around his waist. One hand goes under my butt to give me leverage while the other goes to the side of my swimsuit bottoms.

“You’re really going to- oh yep.” I suck in a surprised breath as his thumb brushes against my clit. “Kay.” I rest my head against his shoulder as he massages me. “This is… ah.. fuck.” I can’t finish my sentence because what he is doing feels so damn good. I raise my head and glance over to where the door just opened. It’s a staff member who is refilling the towels on the rack.

“Can I get you two anything?” She asks us innocently.

“N-no.” I force out with a tight smile. She nods and disappears back through the door, leaving us alone again.

“Keep it together.” He murmurs. His lips brush against my ear as my breathing increases. My chest is falling and rising rapidly from desire. I try to suck in a calming breath but it comes into my mouth with a little moan. Kevin is watching every expression on my face and his teeth scrape at his bottom lip as he observes my eyes close in pleasure. Goosebumps break out across my skin and tighten my nipples against Kevin’s chest. “More?” He asks me and I nod my head immediately.

He breathes out a laugh and slips a finger into me. I promptly clamp around it and Kevin’s lips find mine. I reach a hand between us and grip his wrist tightly, holding him to me as his fingers move. With how relaxed I am from my massage and his skilled movements, I’m coming quickly despite the publicness of it.

To catch the moaning of my orgasm, I reach forward and suck the skin of his shoulder into my mouth. I can’t hold back the force of it and I bite down to stop more sounds from escaping my mouth. When I open my eyes again, my vision is blurry from the intensity. Slowly, I pull back from Kevin’s shoulder and immediately cringe.

“That’s a hickey.” I wince in slight embarrassment. “Geez, what are we 16?”

“It’s hot. I can relive this for a few days.” He grins. “The guys are going to give me some serious shit though.” He laughs, speaking of his fellow training buddies, most of whom are in the NHL. The hickey is getting redder and more distinct with each second. “It’s fine.” He tells me again after watching my discomfort increase. “As long as I can cover it with a shirt, it’s all good.”

“Okay. Sorry.” I mumble to him.

“Sorry for what? Coming so hard you had to bite me? We don’t apologize for that.” He insists. “What we do is go back to bed, order room service, and spend the rest of the day loving each other.”

“That is what we came here for.” I murmur, sliding my fingers through his hair.

When we get out of the pool to head towards our stuff, Kevin winds up and slaps my ass hard then gives it a tight squeeze. I squeak out at the force and immediately start to laugh.

“That’s for marking me as yours.” He murmurs as we slide our robes back on and grab our phones. “And this too.” He says as he leans down and crashes our lips together. It’s soft, but firm, and hints at the continued sexy time he’s promised me later. “You’re the cutest drowned rat I’ve ever seen.” He grins as he pulls away.

“Thanks, babe.”

We wander up to our room and peruse the room service menu. The only thing that Kevin seems focused on is cake, so we order that to start and see where the rest of the day takes us. When the cake arrives, Kevin brings it into the room and immediately hustles back over to his side of the bed. He doesn’t even bother to hand me a fork. I hold my hand out to him expectantly and he shakes his head after the first bite.

“No way. Mine.”

“Oh my god, are you really not going to let me have any of this cake?” I ask, watching as he shoves another large bite into his mouth. I laugh at his puffed out cheeks. He goes in for another bite and my mouth drops open in shock. “Kevin! Ugh! I knew I should have ordered my own. You’re like the cookie monster, except your vice is cake.”

“I’m not sorry. It’s really good.” He mumbles. “We should order like four more of these.”

“Can I have one bite? Just one!” I reach for the plate and he pulls it away. “Why don’t you love me!” I whine, my eyebrows furrowing in sadness.

“Fine.” He sighs in agreement, handing the plate to me. He watches with deep scrutiny as I take a forkful of the cake. “That is a big bite.” He whines to me.

“You’ve eaten over half this slice. Shut up or I’ll tell Andreas you’re cheating on your diet.” I click my tongue at him before shoving the bite into my mouth. Kevin snatches the plate away from me and I almost choke on my cake from laughing. “We have found the one thing in the world you love more than me.”

“Yep.” He immediately says, stuffing another bite into his mouth.

“I’ll remember this next time you want me to suck your dick. You’ll be like Sam, please.” I adjust my voice to mimic the twinge of his European accent as I speak. “My dick is begging for you. And I’ll be like, you better call up that cake.” He snorts on a laugh.

“Whatever. You fall to your knees half the time on your own.” I cough in surprise and my mouth drops open as I stare at him.

“Wow. Greedy and cocky today.” He points at the hickey on his shoulder with his fork.

“Enough said.”

I drop my head in my hands in a brief moment of embarrassment before crawling over to his lap. He moves the plate away from my reach protectively. I straddle him, leaning forward to kiss along his collar bone to the crook in his neck. My tongue dances along the bone to the dip where his shoulder meets his chest and I nibble on him lightly, just below my previous love mark.

“Ah…” He sucks air between his teeth and brings his free hand to my ass. He squeezes it in his hand and releases a grunt from deep in his chest. He moves to put the plate on the bedside table. “Nope. I definitely love you more than this cake.” He insists. His other hand reaches for my neck as he smashes our lips together. The kiss is sexy, filled with a desire that no cake can replicate.

Sam- 1, Cake- 0

#letters in your last name au #kevin fiala #Kevin Fiala Fic #los angeles kings #my writing #hockey fan fiction #hockey writing #NHL writing

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yan-snowcave · 1 year

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[Saw @cannibalsweetheart dropping this and I just had to use this to talk more about my beloved boy, Remor xD If you wanna do it then click here and it will bring you to the template!]

Casanova :

After meeting Casanova our dear Prince of Sloth fell head over heals for them. From the white fluffy hair, the hetrochromic eyes, cute braces and his overall casanova-like mask. It just ticked all of Remor's boxes and apparently he did the same to the Incubus.

Casanova is one of the few people where Remor can fully relax and not be worried of getting hurt, he even allowed Casanova to see what's underneath his Ram Skull mask.

He still keeps some secret from his beloved Incubus though, some things are better kept a secret. He hopes that if Nova ever finds out about it that he won't be angry at him.

Cyanide :

Remor's fear of anything medical related [Hospitals, medicine, nurses/doctors, pharmacies, ect.] Jumped over to Cyanide because of a mistake where the manufactur sold the wrong type of medicine. After waking up in pain and getting his right meds from Cyanide at the pharmacy the damdge had already been done. He still keeps everything civil around her but everyone can see how anxious and kinda paranoid he is of Cyanide handling his medicine. [He feels bad for fearing Cy, he knows it wasn't her fault but that dosen't stop his mind.]

Cyanide on the other hand has a more Platonic relationship with Remor, she felt sorry for what happend to him and understands that sadly she can't do anything about his fear other then pack the meds right in front of him. Even double or tripple checking that these were the right meds just to calm his mind.

She still has a small crush on the Skull wearing prince which she hides rather well. If he ever showed intrest or asked her out on a date she would accept and see where it goes from there.

Ketamine :

First time meeting Ketamine was a shitshow, between Remor rampaging around [Kicking Nova so hard in the dick that he thought he would loose it, a certain lemon-loving nurse usig Ketamine as a meat-shield as said Doctor tried to wrestle Remor onto the ground. Earning himself a few headbutts to the chest.] In the end the surgery went well and he apologized alot, even offering to buy him his favorite food as some compensation.

He accepted the offer [mostly to piss of Nova] and started to bound with the Sloth Prince. They mostly talked about their work, pets they kept and on rare occasions when Ketamine had a bit too much to drink, their families. Over time Remor formed a small crush on Ketamine that he's trying tonsupress since he already has Nova and isn't yet ready to ask him about a Poly-relationship with his co-worker.

Meanwhile Ketamine was annoyed with Remor at firdt, he hadn't had the best first impression but still he accepted his offer. After a few weeks of annoying Casanova with taking away Remor's time, he sorta bounded with said Sloth Prince. He stopped hanging out with him just for the purpose of annoying Nova and instead started to enjoy his company.

If anyone askes him tho he would say that they're an annoyance that just bringst him good alcohol and worms. The small crush he formed on the Sloth prince [thanks to his overall shyness and Nova's non-stop lovey dovey gushing about him.] Is something he's trying to drown out and then stomp it into a fine dust, before it can grow into anything more then small feelings.

Pestilence :

They made eye contact once and immediately decided that the other is now their best friend whom they will share a braincell with. They even made an agreement that if they are both in their 30's and non of them are married that they would get married for Tax Benefits.

Remor has platonically adopted Pesti into his family, it met his parents who immideantly fell in love with it and were very dissapointed when they couldn't officaly adopt it into the Pajira family. Promised it that if they find a way that they would contact it immediately.

Pesti is another person who saw Remor without his mask, it even has pics of them where he dosen't wear it. It keeps them in a very well hidden and password protected folder, when Remor learned it he pulled it into a bearhug and thanked it. He swears he didn't cry...Maybe a little...

#cannibal sweetheart #casanova valentine #cyanide lavigne #ketamine yetrovzki #pestilence valentine #🦴 remor pajira

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duck-in-a-thrift-store · 27 days

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Personal rant bc we haven't gotten my official results yet but we did get a very stressful phone call about it, and because adhd has been kicking my ass lately. This is going to be long and rambly and all over the place, and if you're anti self-dx, I wouldn't suggest reading further (or interacting with me in general). It also sort of becomes just me psychoanalyzing my own behavior and infodumping about it

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For context, I'm autistic and adhd, and I went and talked to a psychologist a couple weeks ago and had some testing done

Personally, I don't really feel the need to have an official diagnosis for autism. I'm confident in my informed self-diagnosis (technically it was actually my parents who first suggested I might be autistic but I've learned a lot about it since then and now I'm pretty sure I'm more convinced than they are) and I just don't think a doctor's note will do much for me (totally understand and support anyone who does want to get diagnosed tho). Adhd however is another story. If I want meds that will actually work and accommodations with my school, they need proof, and as things are I am desperate for some help.

So the appointment I had a couple weeks ago was supposed to be for adhd testing, but apparently he also lowkey tested me for autism while we were there. Which like, fine, whatever, it would be sort of nice to have that validated I guess, but when we checked back in with him on the phone earlier this week he started using outdated and problematic terms like high-functioning and aspergers and I'll just say that it did not exactly inspire confidence

But that can of worms aside, let me get back to (mostly) adhd related ranting

I feel like there could be an essay about how the diagnostic process for adhd is flawed and doesn't work all that well for people who have an internalized notion that their worth as a person is dependent on their academic success and task performance and therefore spent their childhood and adolescence funneling all their efforts time and attention into school and generally being seen as a good well-behaved bright kid out of desperation to have value (and it worked- I've always made good grades, but what people don't see is the days, weeks, months of paralyzed procrastination, the anxiety-fueled mad rush in the end to get things done late, and the grace I'm inexplicably shown every time, without which my grades would be much worse)

I'm scared, that I'm going to be determined "too high functioning" to be diagnosed even though I'm currently doing basically nothing with my life outside of college and yet I'm technically failing like half of my classes right now, that they're going to say "well the signs weren't there when you were younger" even though there's a variety of explanations for why that might be, not the least of which being the fact that for some folks with both autism and adhd the traits of the two have a tendency to "hide" one another

Apparently he also ran an iq test on me, and he broke down the 5 scores to us; I scored in the upper average/above average bracket in all but the 4th, processing speed, in which I'm below average. And like yeah, I'm well aware that I'm slow, but I guess it's official now-

Anyway, my main point with the iq thing was that while he was telling us about my high scores in the first 3 areas, I'm sitting here getting more and more uneasy, bc I'm like yeah sure I'm intelligent or whatever but it isn't worth shit if I can't motivate myself to actually do anything with that potential, and the conditions under which I was tested just don't reflect my day to day life closely enough to give an accurate reading, in my opinion.

Basically I'm afraid this guy is going to look at the results of some tests- tests which I was really focused on bc of the intrinsic fear of failure that plagues my existence (even though rationally I know you can't fail a psychological evaluation) and bc I know it's a bitch of a process to even get tested in the first place and I wasn't going to waste the opportunity goddammit-

That he's going to look at them and decide that I'm "too smart" to have a learning disability, when, again, all the brains in the world wouldn't do me any good if I

1) don't have the ability to self-motivate and direct them at what I need to be working on, even if I've been beating myself up about that pile of homework or my disaster of a room for weeks or even months, and

2) have such a loose grasp on the concept of time and priorities that I have on multiple occasions found myself pulling all-nighters on personal projects or reading for pleasure or scrolling on my phone only to realize oh shit I have to get up for school in like two hours, oh fuck, I'm going to be exhausted all day, what happened to "let's go to sleep early this time, I'll just do this for like 5 more minutes and then call it a night"

or realize after one of those all-nighters that what was actually a period of about 10 hours feels more like 10 minutes to me ("man wasn't I literally just here to get dinner" the next morning, passing the caf on my way to class on exactly 0 hours of sleep and still having managed not to get any of my actual class work done in all that time)

And also just that tendency in itself is significant, to get so deeply hooked on something once it does manage to get my attention, that I often feel like I can't stop until outside forces demand it- staying up until 4am on a school night painting my phone case and texting my crush (14 or 15), making bracelet after bracelet at the kitchen table at ungodly hours of the night because I couldn't sleep and now that I'm on a roll I don't want to break the momentum (18, a few months ago), throwing horrific amounts of time at reading fanfiction of whatever series currently has my interest when I have so much work that needs to get done if I want to have a chance at passing my courses this semester (18, basically present), making a last minute birthday present for my aunt and being so caught up in the rush and the craft of what I was working on that I ignored my body's needs until I ended up pissing myself (12), etc

The fact that I've been meaning to catch up with my high school friends for weeks or months, literally something as simple as a "how have yall been" in the group chat, yet for some reason I still haven't gotten around to it

The fact that for all my alleged intelligence I still haven't learned to ride a bike or drive a car or apply for a job or develop a work-life balance or play any of the instruments I want to or have a thriving social life or feel like a person (I think these are more autism-related but I'm throwing them in anyway)

The fact that minor (or even just mistakenly perceived) disapproval or judgment or teasing or having a text left on read can send me spiraling into anxiety and convinced that everyone hates me and that I'm worthless or obnoxious or stupid (rejection sensitivity is a bitch)

The fact that when I try to read I have to make a constant conscious effort not to jump ahead and all over the place and I often have to reread the same passage multiple times to understand it because I realize that I wasn't actually paying attention the first couple of times, my mind elsewhere and my eyes wandering

I know even if I do get diagnosed they'll say it's inattentive, not hyperactive or combined, because the majority of my hyperactivity is either fairly subtle movements (because I'm socially anxious and clumsy and don't want to draw attention to myself or run the risk of breaking or disturbing something) or just straight up in my head. Like sure I'm not a nine year old boy who can't sit still in class and is constantly bouncing around all over the place and getting into trouble and driving his parents and teachers crazy (bc being seen as annoying and unruly by authority figures would have broken me), but there's always so much noise in my brain, it's always talking or playing music in the background or thinking about the 47 different projects I need to be working on and the media it wants to be engaging with instead and the 1000s of things there are to worry about in a day; sometimes I'll get stuck in a loop where I'm mentally repeating a word or phrase over and over and over again until I feel like I'm going crazy

All of this is stuff that this guy doesn't see, and that worries me when it comes to the validity of his assessment

But basically, what I'm trying to say is, I swear to god if the people around me don't believe that there's clearly something not neurotypical going on here I'm going to fucking riot

And, ranting aside, I want to end this post with a note to all my fellow neurodiverse folks who are waiting for answers or treatment or validation or support or whatever.

I feel you. Hang in there. You have my well wishes in your endeavors. And remember, it's ok to be happy with or proud of who you are and what makes you different, it's ok to embrace your neurodiversity while also acknowledging how difficult it can be to live with and the fact that you might need extra time or support with things that seem to come easily to other people. It's ok to admit that it's fucking hard sometimes, and it's ok to ask for help. Take care, mates

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sepyana · 10 months

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Jjba Stardust Crusaders Ep. 30-33 Thoughts

Iggy goes to do fuck all while the rest of the crew splits in two.

Before I actually talk about the episodes, I wanna briefly give my opinion on the OVA. I haven't watched past part 10 obviously but I think it's important I'll mention it in a later post.

I vastly prefer 2010 anime over the OVA. The production value of the anime is just way higher. The dark tone of the OVA doesn't fit JJBA tbh.

BUT. I actually kinda love them? They have their charm. The darker alternative take is fun, if it was the only animated JJBA option I wouldn't be satisfied with it but as an alternative it's nice. Polnareff and Kakyoin's expressions in the N'Doul episodes are just so funny.

^ Joseph and Kakyoin's reaction to Iggy just. destroyed me

There is a thing or two it does better than the current anime and the manga I think. I really like Kakyoin's portrayal in some of the episodes. There is awkwardness to his mannerisms that you would expect from a teenager, that is not present in the anime OR the manga. His build is also a lot more closer to your average teenager too. That being said, OVA Jotaro runs in the opposite direction by looking 40 in some of the episodes. I don't wanna talk about that tho since everyone has talked about it death.

Also the long haired Star Platinum is pretty sick ngl. Looks even more like Bruford.

Ep. 30-31 (Mariah)

Oohh boy. I don't do well with second hand embarrasment. There are a lot of embarrasing moments in part 2 and 3 but these two episodes are filled to the brim with them. From the walking stairs to entering ladies restrooms to the y'know what. Managed to push thru tho!!

I've noticed a trend with the second half of SC of putting more attention the the stand users. With more iconic designs an all. I wouldn't call Mariah's design original, it just gets the job done (The job being looking conventionally hot).

Advol being really proud about digging a hole to avoid the train is kind of endearing :)

I thought the back and forth between Mariah and Joseph at the end was nice. Joseph's va was especially good in it (R.I.P. Unshō Ishizuka). Mariah saying she'd be down to be with him despite their ages being far apart is really funny considering Dio is tecnically 130+ years old.

Mariah's motivation is a bit of a downgrade compared to N'Doul before her. I mean, being down bad was only part of the reason why he was following Dio, c'mon.

Yeah I don't wanna talk more about this episode. Sorry to all (both) people reading this for reminding you about Ep 31.

Ep. 32-33 (Alessi)

Look at baby Chariot. No don't look away,, you will look at him and you will appreciate him.

Let's also take a moment to appreciate Set not being given to any other person, because the only thing keeping Pol and Jotaro from dying is Alessi being one of the stupidest mfers in the show.

I bet everyone has mentioned this before but I don't care, this was such a good opportunity to bring back part 2 Joseph that it hurts. If you are can do all that fanservice the episode before you can certainly do a part 2 Joseph cameo. I can't complain too much, I do love these episodes as is.

^ Tiny man omg. So tiny and brave...

I would say Jotaro not recognizing the earings and the clothes of kid Polnareff is stupid but he thought Joseph's story was bs while having an evil spirit following him, like, in the first episode. So. Not out of character really.

I like the detail of Kid Chariot being more like a sentient companion since kid Polnareff is not fully attuned to his stand yet. It even reaches for Pol when he is drowning :(

If I had a nickel every time Jotaro casually walked into Polnareff dealing with one of Dio's goons without fully knowing what's going on, then beating the shit out of the goon; I'd have two nickels. It isn't a lot but it's pretty funny that it happened twice.

Kid Jotaro kicking ass and then rolling up his sleeve just so he can point and say a cool one liner is killing me. Jotaro is secretly the funniest character in the show.

^ Link

You can tell Chariot's sadistically smiling under that mask. Amazing.

I love that story goes out of it's way to tell us Alessi is 38 and single.

And the episode ends basically the same way as ep 1.

Overall, I do like these episodes a lot. It's silly and fanservicey in a completely different way from the last episodes. The "your favourite glup shitto has a cameo in the new movie" kind. Seeing baby versions of our favourite characters is something most of us would like. I'm over here not shutting up about baby Chariot. It's like baby yoda. Clearly it worked on me.

Jotaro and Polnareff's interactions this episode really helped to show their friendship. It's hard to remember that fact sometimes with how Jotaro especially is but they really do care about eachother.

I wanna do 34-39 next, then 40-44, lastly 45-48. Seems like the most logical way of going about it.

I know in my heart that the confrontation with Dio is NOT gonna go well. No one has died yet and considering JJBA's track record, yeah, I don't think they'll all make it alive. I did say Kakyoin was my favourite early on but I do love all of them, it's gonna hurt real bad no matter what.

This post only covers 2 goons so uhhh, here is a shot from the OVA I merged into one picture as extra,

#sepya watches jjba #↪ posts

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sillyfudgemonkeys · 24 days

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Random ask that may or may not be foreshadowing; if you were to completely drop persona cold turkey, what other rpg series do you think you'd hyperfixate over instead?

Hmmmmmm hard to say.

If it's something I've yet to play then I dunno.

But if it's going back and playing older games I've played the hell out of.....hmmm let's start there I guess:

I like Pokemon, but I'm not gonna compete to be the biggest know-it-all with that franchise (esp with the amount of conflicting info and canons and possibly mistranslations). It's astronomical compared to MegaTen.... (what applies to Pokemon can also be applied to Digimon and Yu-Gi-Oh too....)

Dragon Ball.......Tbh I'm not that into fighting games, maybe if I ever get a Legacy of Goku 4 fkjdlajf; Gimme some good RPG DB games and I'm down (I have Kakarot and the Legacy of Goku games tho)

There's really no plot/character/story analysis I can do on the Tony Hawk games.....

I like DMC and Nioh, but I feel like those games and fandoms are more focused on the gameplay mechanics....plus they aren't exactly easy games to just "kick back and enjoy" I have to really concentrate which is draining...... (more so Nioh than DMC, but I'm more invested in Nioh than DMC so that's an issue TT0TT)

I love Assassins' Creed, but even I know the amount of content I'd have to hard core consume (between AC and AT LEAST Watch Dogs......oof). Just thinking about it might explode my brain. u_u

Love Rule of Rose, but other fans have dug deeper done everything with it. So there's nothing for me to really bring to the table.

.hack.....maybe I could get back into that? My knowledge is mostly in the novles/manga I've read tho. ("But Silly! Isn't that technically a fantasy game?" I mean.....yes but it's modern day chars playing a video game. I dunno I always found that idea novel alongside 'oh people are dying' mystery. It's why I watched SAO because it reminded me of .hack! ....I'm not getting into SAO tho >_>)

Most heavy fantasy.....probs not likely but not impossible. The thing with Persona/Megaten is that they usually have a very "grounded in real life" kinda vibe going on. Which was nice because it felt like less stuff I had to memorize to understand the world. Plus it was more of a vibe I liked..... (but I'll mention some of the well known franchises....mostly cause they are the ones with the most entries to get into)

Love KH but I don't really wanna deep dive into it (I think the writing was best in KH1 and CoM, I think Sora's char has really devolved over the games, and I hated 3D and KH3). I am keeping an eye on KH4 and maybe even Verum Rex (which I'm pulling for us to get, outta all the FF games, FFvs13 was always one I was super interested in).

FF.....I'll play them, but I'm not that invested into them. (12's ok, 7's ok, 7R's ok but I need to finish those three first.... I liked 15 even tho it was messy, I hate 13 with a passion, I should try 10 cause it reminds me of Destiny Islands. 15 and 10 are the best contenders for me to be invested in tbh).

Tales of...... tbh Xillia always interested me the most. I should go through my backlog......I'm like halfway through Arise so I should probs pick that back up.

Maybe I should try Ys? Or finish the Trails of/Legends games I have too, tho I'm not very invested in that that.

Atelier series.....I should finish the games I have of that....then again....it's related to Mana Khemia right? I actually played and liked the first game of that (I sucked at it so I don't think I finished, that and I think I got P4 within that year so that ended up consuming me not long after)......I should give Mana Khemia another chance.

Oh there's also the Lunar series......I was always interested in that after I was graced with the game Lunar Dragon Song as a kid. :'D Weep for me yes, weep. I know. u_u IYKYK

I like Harvest Moon/Story of seasons.....but not enough to like...deep dive into stuff.

I mostly play Slime Rancher for the gameplay loop than the analysis too tbh.....

Far Cry 5 is a heavy contender. I did get lucky, outta all of the FC games....at least this one not only got a direct sequel with New Dawn (even tho it deals more with the Highway men than the cultists *sobs*), it also got a tie-in DLC with FC6......plus I got that novel, and the little bit of supplementary material. The issue, which is a double edge sword....is that it ends there. There's a lot of side content I could probs find and dissect, but once I find it all it ends.

At least with Persona, I can expect the world to keep going and expanding (either it's main continuity or the larger continuities in general). FC I'm not sure.....they might have diff timelines but no in an interactive way like MegaTen does.....

I guess I can try a swing at Mind=0, Tokyo Xanadu, Caligula 1/2, or Monark. Both with finishing and attempting to hyperfixate....but they just don't hit the same. Plus I run into a similar problem as with FC5....it's pretty much it when it ends (and unlike FC5, I doubt those games have as much content).

.hack might be a heavy contender.....

I am very Avatar-pilled atm....and I'm going through those games. Which was something I meant to do like 10 years ago during my last hyperfixation on the franchise (but I think I got distracted by PQ1 jklsdfj;). So maybe expect a small deep dive on those? Platinum's Korra will probs reign supreme for me tbh klfdjsa;f

Hmmmm I've heard good things about Suikoden......same with Phantasy star, Chrono trigger, Mother/earthbound.....maybe actually finish FE 3Hs......

Tldr; I dunno. At least game wise. Other media (either exclusively a diff format or one that's multimedia'd)? That's a bit more easier/open ended. (I'm juggling Atla/Korra, Addams' Family, and Naruto like a lil' court jester, we'll see how this goes)

#silly asks #silly answers

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saysong91 · 2 years

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twitter fill prompts (6)

Moshang + qi deviated into a child + precanon(?) (after their meeting at the airplane extras)

When SQH closed the door of his new leisure house, he never expected to find a demon suddenly sitting on his bed.

No, even worse.

He never expected a child demon sitting on his bed.

His new teacup falls from his hand, recognizing the demon mark over the child's forehead, the icy glare he became accustomed over the last few days.

"My...my king?"

"You said you'd stay", his voice, his tone, even his words are that of a child! Wtfwtfwtf?!

'System!! What the fuck??!?! Why...Mobei Jun...a child!?!?' He tries not to tremble, afraid to come closer to the bed where the tiny demon swims in his old robes. The ones he mended while MBJ was recovering from Huan Hua's dart.

[ Character Mobei Jun suffered a qi deviation ]

'I KNOW that!! But what do I do with him!?!' Tiny Mobei keeps looking at him, murderously.

[ There's no mission available ]

Of course. Of fucking course! His system had almost let him kill Mobei Jun just a few days ago, what else was he expecting? 'Mission: save the future demon king?' No.

He could let MBJ deal with it alone, be cruel and abandon him just like LGJ had done in the original story. He could and nothing or no one would stop him.

It makes his heart ache. How different it is from what his own family did? Who cares about this child?

"I...I'm sorry, my king!", he kneels down beside the bed, looking at the chubby cheeks and fear barely contained. MBJ, at least the one he met a few days ago, was arrogant and dangerous, not someone who'd show this kind of weakness. Yet here he is, a child in the middle of a cultivation sect, trusting this human becase he has no one else to turn to. His uncle? Probably would kill him or send him back to Huan Hua and the water prison. His father? He never truly cared about MBJ. If he had stayed in the demon realm, he'd be easily trapped or disappeared for political reasons! He truly has no one else but him! "My shixiong found me when I left! I couldn't let him get to you, right? Nor could I show so easily my mask before I started spying for you, my king!"

He smiles, ruffling MBJ's hair without thinking.

They both freeze.

Shit.

"Shut up! Give me food!" and the kid kicks him in the face. It barely hurts! He almost laughs but chooses to go to the kitchens instead. SQH really hopes MBJ's new figure won't last, tho.

...

Waking up bundled in his old robes, in the sheets of his new servant's bed, he looks up, blearily. Ever since suffering from that qi deviation, his thoughts had become fuzzy, his feelings and weaknesses showing at his sleeves. He hates it.

When he portaled away from the inn, suddenly afraid of his new body and being surrounded by humans, he thought of warmth and someone who could protect him. Appearing in SQH's leisure house...that was a surprise even for him.

But he feels protected with him. Safer. In his adult or child form, SQH still cares for him. Gave him food and clothes, even brought him a bath with fresh water.

And MBJ felt warmth for the second time in those few days.

He sits, in An Ding's clothes transformed especially for him, looking at this disciple running around, following his Peak Lord's orders and yet coming back to see if everything is ok.

"I'm bored. Stay", he orders, crossing his incredibly tiny and weak arms. He hates this form, but SQH seems more relaxed around him, more caring in ways he never expected. He brushes his hair every morning and night, brings him sweets and syrup for his shaved ice. He was born a prince, spoiled, but SQH somehow goes further. Still, it isn't enough.

"But... my prince! I have to run some errands and... don't look at me like that! I'm already running out of excuses here! Ah, my shixiongs and shidis really are so nosy, I don't want them knocking at my door because they suspect something! Especially Shen-shixiong," he sees the disciple shivering. Who could be more frightening than himself?

"I'm bored," he repeats, wishing for his tone to be more terrifying. But no. SQH has that stupid smile on his face, the same he shows before coming in front of him and squishing his cheeks. "Insolent!"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll beat me up once you go back to your body, my prince, hehe, but you're so cute!!", without prompting, he kisses MBJ's forehead and just retreats like that.

MBJ is left alone for an hour, heart throbbing in his chest, feeling heat on his cheeks. Embarrassed because he liked that.

Maybe ... he can get more?

SQH comes back with fruit and melon seeds, preparing tea and brushing back his hair into a messy bun.

"Take me with you", MBJ said, sitting at the low table, eating. "I'm bored here."

"What?! No, my prince, I can't!"

"Do as I say!", he puffes his cheeks, his secret weapon. Since he doesn't have his handsome looks and dangerous aura, his muscles and full on powers, he has to make do with this. And SQH is easily falling in his trap. Is it that easy? A simple look and he'll do anything for him? Faster than he did during that first week at the inn? Without pleas or complaints or tears ans thigh hugging? Uhm. Interesting.

"Ah, my prince, how can this lowly servant resist to that face?", he pinches his cheeks, smiling softly, "Fine! This servant will find a way," and he kisses his forehead again.

MBJ is conflicted with how much he likes that.

"All right, don't show your powers or the make up will be ruined, my prince. I hope my shijies won't notice I stole this from them...", SQH sighs.

MBJ looks at himself in the mirror. Yellow robes over a pair of white pants, brown boots and hair tied with a yellow ribbon. With the make up on, he looks almost human. It's disturbing.

"I'll be going around every peak today, my prince, let me know if you feel tired or any heat and we'll rest, please", he ties his qiankun pouch on his sash, then offers his hand. "Let's go, I'll show you my peak!"

MBJ, grabbing his hand, follows him, thinking how stupid his human is, trusting a demon with these kind of secrets, showing his peak and the rest of the sect, carrying him on his back when he gets tired or can't follow over hundred of steps, when SQH invites him to sit under a magnolia tree, eating some snacks and water while overlooking the peaks.

So stupidly nice, cute.

Disturbingly cute and caring.

That night, he lets SQH sleep on the bed and just embraces him in his sleep. It isn't like that night at the inn, SQH draped around his body, snoring softly against his chest, looking for his protection. Quite the opposite, and MBJ feels himself relax further despite the heat.

When he wakes up, he finds himself naked, in his adult body once again, still clinging to SQH. Somehow, his qi deviation is finally cured. Somehow, he knows it has everything to do with SQH's care and protection. His human demonstrated that he could be trusted.

"Sleep, my prince," he mutters, snoring ligthly, hands pinching his not-so-round cheeks and kissing his forehead again. He can get used to it.

No, MBJ will make sure to have this from now on.

"Sleep, Shang Qinghua", he orders, burying his head in the hollow of SQH's neck, breathing him in.

He doesn't trust humans, but SQH is different.

Will be his after his courting.

Three times a day, perfect for SQH to realize his growing feelings soon enough.

SQH is stupid. And scared after waking up with a very naked, very muscled and well endorsed MBJ, clinging to him. He's so...so surprised, face burning and eyes wandering down down before he can help himself.

Shit.

"You're finally awake," MBJ says as if he wasn't just waking up too! And so aloof, like this is nothing! Maybe not for a demon, but he feels hot under his collar.

"I...I...yes, my king! Ah, how may this servant help you? I... eh...I washed your robes! I'll...yess, I'll bring them back, haha, wait a little...", MBJ grabs his wrist, a smirk plastered on his face. Oh no. He's dead. He shouldn't have pinched his cheeks!

He feels quite sorry after MBJ beats him up that morning.

"We'll continue later", he says, smug.

'Please, don't!!'

SQH is stupid, and it takes years for him to understand MBJ's true feelings. Maybe he should've qi deviated again and just showed his feelings the same way weak humans do for SQH to understand his courting.

(fin)

All Prompts

#moshang #moshang fic #mobei jun #shang qinghua #svsss fanfic #my fic #SAYTWTFILLPROMPTS #twt fill prompts #baby mobei jun

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years

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Heya, Moosh!

I have 3 prompt suggestions you can pick one from:

Dante with 20

Vergil with 17 (reader's loss of virginity)

Vergil with 4

Note: All prompt requests have Gender neutral reader.

Hi Bee! Wonderful to see you in my inbox I really hope this came out to your liking I may have added a bit of plot before the naughty business tho! ☺

Day 17: loss of virginity

(This work includes gender neutral!reader)

(NSFW under the cut as always)

Now you might now know this, but Vergil's a wreck. (I kid, I kid, we all know that and we love him either way)

He hasn't made... the best decisions throughout his life. He knows that. He has done quite a lot of damage to the people around him and as V he's come to terms with that and is at least trying his best to help improve the best he can with it and learning to reconcile and reconnect with his family. Even with that he never expected to feel this... warm sense of happiness he does now. He's on actually talking terms with the son he never knew he had, he can actually can full out conversations with his brother without them ending in brawl out fights, he's made actual friends with the crew of his brothers business, he's dealt with the sickness "issue" and is able to look Trish in the eyes now without seeing - her. He's made progress.

But the most flooring thing to him was finding you; being his lover.

After all this time he thought he was not deserving of someone like you: someone who could love him just like his utter most desire wanted for decades. He thought after all this time you could never fall for someone and here he is now. It drives him crazy almost, but yet he savors the unfamiliar warm feeling that swells up in his chest every time you say his name or look in his direction.

The old, younger, Vergil would call himself pathetic by this feeling over a human such as yourself. The new, older, Vergil couldn't thrive without it with the strength you give him. The strength that encourages him to continue towards on this path he's on. It's taken quite some time and lots of hurdles to reach this point to have him feel this way for you and gotten him to open up this much to you but it's definitely worth it.

It's only then when you ask to take the next big step with him that the son of Sparda's calm peace of mind crumbles once more. Once again he succumbs to the dark creeping thoughts that shut himself out once again.

You asked him to take your virginity.

Vergil's sexual history is... surprisingly not that long, he was trapped and corrupted at only nineteen after all which didn't give him much time to really go out and really explore himself. Though his sex drive isn't that high to begin with, but on very rare occasion throughout his travels learning about his father and when the sudden very human curiosity kicked in he would spend either the night or a few hours with any human man or woman who somehow catches his interest. This is how he concluded Nero was... created through one of these encounters. He never knew what happened to these partners after their time together, but a deep guilty feeling in his gut settled nothing good after all demons under Mundus hunted him for years and would go after any ties they could find of relating to him. This puts a real sickening taste in Vergil's mouth especially today. Of course Mundus was long sealed by his brother at this point so there was nothing necessarily to worry about but the superstition still is in the back on his mind so he makes notable space of himself for the next week or so after you ask him.

Though of course, you're very quick to notice and the second you're alone with him again you talk about it.

You stand between him and the doorway to the kitchen when you talk to him. Dante was out on a job, leaving the two of you alone with nothing but the office to yourselves; the perfect opportunity to have such a discussion.

"You're avoiding me, I want to know why." You say plain and simple.

"Have I?" He acts ignorantly, tone very blunt as he sits at the table cloth wiping down Yamato's already shining blade. You frown as your nails claw on wood. "Yes and you know you have." Sharp pale eyes dart to you with a frown.

"Look, I get that you need you space but could you at least tell me ahead of time? I don't want to be worried that I did something on constant for days." Vergil pauses his cleaning process for a few moments before looking away to speak again.

"Nothing's wrong. I'm fine, nothing you need to concern yourself by." With that he continues his cleaning, unbothered like the conversation didn't even happen. You swallow your sudden waver of pain and guilt as you consider just leaving it at that... but you can't. It's eating at you.

"Did I weird you out by asking you that?" Genuine confusion washing over your lover's face.

"What?"

"Did I make you uncomfortable by asking you to-" You couldn't get the words out, just throwing your hands to your face as both embarrassment and distress shake over you. "Look, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I asked such a thing that I should've waited until I knew you were more comfortable with the idea, I-" You don't even realized that he's tricked over and holding your hands in his, making you as soon as you open your eyes look into his softened sad ones. You gulp down your next breath. Gentle thumb comes up to wipe away your threatening tear before he closes his eyes with a sigh.

"No, it didn't make me uncomfortable."

"Then-"

"It's... just something that took me a time to process. I means more than you could imagine that you would ask that of me, truly it does, I just I don't think that-" His breath shutters out. "-you would find it at your best interest to deal with my 'baggage' let's say and my worries I can't shake." You find yourself lightly gasping as his tugs you into closer and buries his face into you neck.

"I'm afraid I'm going to mess up again. That somehow I'm going to ruin it and everything that I've done and found is just for nothing. I'm going to loose you, Dante, Nero, everything. All for some petty fuck up on my part. I'm afraid I'm going to do something wrong."

You find yourself able to breathe once more, everything he's said echoing and rewinding in your head. You were glad he told you, you're glad he wasn't taking step backwards and decided in the end to share with you this. Vergil stays silent as he holds onto you before you pull back and look him directly in the eyes.

"Vergil, to be perfectly honest; I'm scared. I don't know what I'm doing but... I want to share it with you. Why? Because I trust you. I love you, I've seen your progress and just about everything you've done to reconnect and make actual effort with your family. You're not alone like how you once were, if you make mistakes all of here are going are going to help you through with it and if Nero has to bitch slap you a few times to put your senses back into place, so be it. I will love you the same no matter what. And I trust if you slip up you'll will do the right thing and come to us for help. I believe you and I always will. Vergil I wouldn't ask anyone else to be my first because I want it to be with you." You want as his eyes dart around your face, his expression very Vergil like and unreadable, this makes you bite your lip and look away.

"But if you still haven't changed your mind, that's okay I-"

Warm gloves come to tug your lips into his, taking you by surprise as you uncontrollably moan into the kiss. Once he pulls away his breaths are hot against your face.

"I love you."

The air is humid, smells of desire and sweat. Your mouth hangs almost permanently open as you lean your head back gasping out the only word left in your vocabulary. Vergil. Your body lay strung out on the sheets, entangle with his. Your cheeks are hot as you feel his large rough hands scale and explore every crevice of your body - leaving no stone unturned in places you never could have dreamed making you feel this good.

"Vergil," you pant out, a breath flexing from your chest before your hands claw at the meat of his shoulders. He pepper kisses along the base of your neck before trailing up to your earlobe giving it a gentle pull. "-please." You buck down onto his fingers that prod in curl in the depths of your hole. It was different, so different, nothing you could have ever possibly have done yourself. He's so big and every movement is so calculated that even if you wanted to hide you noises he made it beyond it possible.

The knot in your gut twisted.

"Vergil-"

"Come around them," Your cheeks flush with the words, teeth springing forward to catch your lip, your head can't help but to want to twist away but your lover catches it - meeting your stare.

"I want to watch you let go with it," His mouth hangs for a few more seconds. "Please."

You give him just that.

Catching your breath his smothers you with kisses and in between for the briefest of moments the both of you just pause to stare at each other. You weren't sure exactly what you found so amusing about it but your intertwine chuckles mix together as you laid rested forehead to forehead.

Vergil's hands tightly squeeze yours as he moves to adjust himself in your legs, your thighs crossed on his hips. With one of reassurance and mind numbing kiss as he brings himself to align with you, the skin slick from the hour of preparation and arousal that makes your skin tingle and inch closer and closer onto the tip of his cock while your heart rashes inside your chest.

Did it hurt? You weren't sure. There were tears but you weren't exactly sure if they were from pain or overwhelming pleasure you felt, either way there kissed away. You both just lay like that for a long few minutes, time seemingly standing still as you both were in a tug and pull fight in each other's mouths but it's finally your whine that gives your lover the signal to move.

His eyes are so gentle the entire time, never once leaving you throughout - not wanting to miss a signal moment. Into the early hours of the morning he takes you, thriving on every cry and screaming you give of his name. By the time you're both finished and settled into each other's embrace you're beyond light headed and the lingering soreness, that even though Vergil slowly rubs out with his hands down your arms and shoulders, you know that your limbs are practically going to be useless for the rest of the day and possibly even the day afterwards. But that was future you's problem, now you just wanted to melt into the mattress and knock out - your lover seemingly having the same idea.

Something rather quite... calming seeing Vergil, a man with a history of sleeping troubles, fall asleep so easily. He is a gentleman after all so of course he does try to accompany you and attempt pillow talk as much as he can but eventually even a son of Sparda can't resist and you want him fumble off next to you. It's cute, especially know you're aware that he snores. With your own eyelids heavy and getting as much enjoyment from the sight sleeping next to you, you let yourself nod off not that long afterward. But not until your arms are tucked nice and comfy around Vergil, just so maybe when you wake up you'll still be like this. You smile to yourself.

You knew you made the right choice.

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pooka167 · 2 years

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Okay, Okay I'm not the best at explaining my ideas but here me out. So in the clone wars movie we're originally led to believe this padawan showing up is going to Obi-wan's. Obviously though when Ahsoka arrives she ends up with Anakin. I know I've read some bonding fics where its kinda hinted or outright stated that Cody, Ghost Company and the 212th were expecting Ahsoka to be theirs and I'm taking this idea and running with it. (I for some reason have hyper fixated on Ahsoka and Cody's dynamic like their friendship has so much potential)

Also just a heads up I'm going on for a while.

- So like imagine this after Ahsoka's been with the 501st for a few months, Anakin is charged with a mission lets say by the chancellor cause don't tell me Palpatine wouldn't try and nip any growing bond between Anakin and Ahsoka any chance he got.

- Anakin doesn't like the idea of taking his new padawan into whatever crazy high stakes mission he's been issued with (lowkey tho Palpatine probably pulled oh but I do worry for your young Padawan learner this is a much more dangerous mission and I would hate for anything to happen to her, like really Anakin how can the council approve of this) and decides Ahsoka can learn a bit from her grandmaster. So he drops her off with Obi-wan

- Ahsoka while excited to spend more time with Obi-wan is understandably a bit nervous on being around the battalion led by the brother Rex looks up to the most cause what if he and the other clones don't like her. She really took Rex's words about experience to heart and she doesn't want them to think she's in over her head and won't listen to them. At this point while the 501st have fully accepted Ahsoka (Torrent company especially) and would tear apart the galaxy for her, she herself is still feeling very insecure about it especially after the whole ryloth blockade fiasco.

-Of course this experience is gonna make her realize that she is very much loved but not just by the brothers she spends most her time with. Cause as soon as she gets to the Negotiator (I think that ship still around in the timeline at this point) She finds not only Master Kenobi waiting for her but most of ghost company waiting to greet her. Waxer and Boil are immediately offering her ration bars with dried meat in it and that's not something she's had in a while since they haven't been able to restock and as much as the 501st love her they had not be prepared to feed a largely carnivorous child. Wooley meanwhile is asking her what kind of paints she likes and does she want to help him paint his armor. Ahsoka of course is touched by this and enthusiastically says yes.

- Before she can run of with Wooley though Cody and Obi-wan admit that Helix is expecting her in the medbay as he wants to do a check-up. Ahsoka of course isn't too thrilled with the idea but Cody manages to bribe her by whispering that if she does this he'll teach her how to kick droids the way he does in battle. This works like a charm and Cody files that information away for himself and to share with Rex, bribery with useful skills is the best way to earn Ahsoka's cooperation.

- So to the Medbay Ahsoka goes followed of course by Ghost company, Obi-wan who knows what the men are up too decides it best to get his council duties over and done with so he can witness this. He's already been hounded by the men before Ahsoka even got on board if they can keep her since she was supposed to be theirs anyway. He's looking forward to the look on Ahsoka's face when she inevitably hears this.

- Meanwhile Ahsoka is being looked over by Helix who bombards her with questions about what the 501st medics have done and when Ahsoka mentions they haven't had the chance to do anything like this yet cause they're still doing research on togruta biology so they don't accidentally hurt her she notices the incredulous looks from alot of the clones presents and quickly babbles about how its not their fault they just weren't prepared for her and learning takes time especially since they go from one battlefield to the next frequently. Helix looks annoyed at this but a sharp look from Cody stops him from saying anything. Though the medbay is admittedly crowded so Helix and the other medics have to strongarm a lot of brothers out of the medbay. The clones exiled from the medbay staunchly wait outside.

- They don't even try to move Cody cause they know as much as he won't admit he was probably one of the clones most excited about having a Padawan and he's rarely going to let Ahsoka out of his sight for the entire duration of her stay with them.

- Ahsoka curious as ever asks Helix and Cody why the 212th seem so interested in her. She quickly assures them that its not a bad this she's just a little confused since she's just their generals grandpadawan. Helix and Cody share a chuckle and Cody nudges her shoulder teasingly

"Well we were under the impression you were supposed to be stationed with us, the boys were quite upset when they learned we'd lost you to the 501st, we helped prepare your quarters and everything"

-Ahsoka is of course touched by this and since she's still a child whose been thrust into a war gets a little choked up. This sends Helix and Cody into panic mode. "Hey kid I'm sorry I didn't mean to upset you." she quickly reassures them explaining its just nice to see they were excited to have her join them even if she didn't in the end. There's a look in her eyes that makes Cody thinks he's gonna have to talk to Rex about her first few weeks with Torrent. He guessed it wasn't gonna be easy for the 501st or skywalker to adjust to the kid but something tells him it took them awhile to get their heads out their shebs but he shelves it away for another time.

- Right now he's more focused on showing the kid just how awesome her would've been battalion is. So as soon as Helix is satisfied he takes Ahsoka to the training rooms and fires up the training sims to teach her how to roundhouse kick droids like a badass. He also takes the chance to assess her hand-to-hand and is pleased to see Rex has obviously been drilling that into her. Sure her lightsaber is her life but with the amount of times his General has dropped his, he's not taking any chances with the tiny commander so he lets the boys teach her some of their own moves with a mischievous wink cause she can use those moves to knock Rex and Torrent on their shebs, cause as much as Cody loves his little brother is so much fun to to tease him.

- This is how Obi-wan finds them Ahsoka amongst ghost company and some other stragglers in the 212th laughing merrily as she spars with them and makes bets. A twinge of regret sparks in him that he had not taken the girl on himself but he quickly releases it into the force because she was doing wonders for Anakin and he needed this lesson in attachment badly. He can at least settle for being her grandmaster and while he knows how disappointed the men were at least they'll still be able to interact with Ahsoka somewhat frequently because of this. He chuckles when Ahsoka notices him and waves excitedly yelling at him to come in and join the fun and honestly how could he say no. Merry moments in the war were few and far between and his heart ached for the young togruta who had been thrust into a conflict like so many other younglings at the temple too soon.

- So Obi-wan decides to spar with her using training sabers and he's impressed at Ahsoka's skill level for someone so young. He decides to teach her for the forms of soresu because he knows Anakin favours Djem so and he wants her to be able to defend as well as attack. She is clearly very excited and the men form a circle to watch. When they're finished the men or cheer for the two of them and a few go over and clap Ahsoka on the shoulder. "Good Job Vod'ika" he hears and he smiles to himself seeing Ahsoka grin so hard her fangs are revealed, clearly she knows the meaning of the word and is ecstatic that the 212th have bestowed the honour of the term on her.

- The rest of the trip goes similarly they fight a few small space battles and offer relief to planets recently free of separatist control and Ghost company even help Ahsoka pull off a few pranks, all harmless such as jump scaring a group of troopers or himself (he can sense her but he pretends to be slightly shocked when she pops out of a vent the first time) Even Cody doesn't tell on her and Obi-wan smirks to himself cause he knows Ahsoka has now got two battalions wrapped around her fingers (three if the rumours about the 104th's attachment to Plo Koon are true)

-Finally the day comes for Ahsoka to return to Anakin and the 501st and to Obi-wan. Anakin as well as Rex, Jesse, Fives and Echo who all accompany him turn up in the landing bay to find an amused Obi-wan and smirking Cody and no Ahsoka to be found. The clones don't take this well and Rex immediately pulls Cody aside and inquires as to where their commander is. Anakin just stands there clueless, and utterly confused as to why his padawan isn't here to come back with him.

- As the clone captain and commander engage in some light banter in which Cody is purposely evasive as to where Ahsoka is, Obi-wan offhandedly comments on how attached the 212th have become to their padawan to Anakin who chuckles and says he's not surprised. Echo, Fives and Jesse however have missed one of their favourite Vod'ika and take it upon themselves to find her. They go the rec rooms first near the barracks knowing their kid commander likes to socialize with the men. When they don't find her they enter the barracks only to be shushed by about half a dozen clones who are all huddled around a sleeping pile containing Waxer, Boil, Wooley, Longshot and Trapper and of course their tiny commander. Who blinks blearily when she hears the hushed murmurs of her brothers.

- The 212th are very reluctant to let her go but they eventually hand over the exhausted togruta to Jesse, Echo and Fives (yes they do argue over who gets to carry theyre sleeping commander, Echo wins) The three make their way back to the landing bay and Anakin, Rex and Cody (who had paused in their banter) all melt at the sight of the sleeping padawan and Cody and Obi-wan go over to say their goodbyes. Obi-wan merely pats her shoulder and smiles kindly sending calmness and care through the training bond he and Ahsoka had created with her brief stay with them.

- Cody flicks her forehead gently and salutes her and Ahsoka tiredly salutes back grinning slightly. Anakin and co leave not long after.

- Ahsoka gives the entirety of the 501st a heart attack when a few days later, Ahsoka's lightsaber is forced out of her hand by a stray blaster bolt in battle and she does not hesitate to kick the droids head off. Rex can only think oh god there's two of them now. And Ahsoka is lectured by both Kix and Rex for hours afterwards about how dangerous it was to do that. Ahsoka merely shrugs and tells them not to worry cause Cody taught her proper form and she uses the force to help her. Kix relays this to Helix so Cody is also dressed down but he's unperturbed. Ahsoka got it on holovid and sent it to him and he couldn't be prouder.

- Of course next time they're on Coruscant on leave both Anakin and Obi-wan get comms from Commander Fox saying they need to come pick up their men yes even their CO's.

-Turns out Torrent and Ghost companies had gotten themselves in a brawl while drunk at 79's and the guard had to step in and deescalate the situation. (I.e lock them all up in the drunk tank where unsurprisingly more arguments were taking place) What shocks Anakin is that Plo Koon is also there and its then Anakin learns that the Wolfpack had gotten involved as well. Fox honestly looks so done with his brothers and merely jerks an arm to where the three companies are being held when the Jedi arrive.

- They take one look inside and it doesn't take a genius to figure out what caused this fight. 501st blue, 212th orange and 104th grey huddles in groups shoving each other and yelling loudly about how she was their vod'ika. While Helix and Snap were chewing out Kix and Coric over Ahsoka's health. The two torrent medics were not taking it very well.

-Much to the surprise of the three jedi their commanders and captain are probably the most vicious in this debate. Each of them are sporting a few darkening bruises on their faces.

-Plo Koon chuckles and loudly remarks on how lucky lil'soka is to be have the three strongest battalions in the GAR looking out for her. This has the desired effect because even while absolutely hammered the clones all straighten with pride at the praise from one of their Generals.

- They corral their men up and herd them back to their separate barracks one company at a time to avoid more fights breaking out.

-Each Jedi profusely apologies to Fox, Thorn, Stone and Thire for the trouble their men has caused. Fox just sighs and rolls his eyes saying it wouldn't be the worst things his di'kut brothers have done. While Stone comments that it would be an honour to meet this little commander the three battalions speak so highly of. Anakin smirks and says next time they're own extended leave on Coruscant Ahsoka can learn how the guard works.

-Needless to say the next time this happens the guard hold it over the others head that Ahsoka always drops by with stories and new treats for them to try anytime she's on Coruscant before she even vists them. (That of course is a lie but what the other three don't know won't hurt them)

Okay so I really prattled on. Anyone who made it this far you're a real one. This was mainly very self-indulgent and very much niche for me but I figured I may as well release it to the void. But I hope you enjoyed this silly little bit regardless

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mxtcha-tea · 3 years

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malam di bulan penuh.

⊹summary; suna crashing into your house because he can't sleep

⊹pairing[s]; suna x f!reader

⊹genre; fluff, crack

⊹word count; 980 [not proofread]

⊹flight details; lmao, only the title is in malay, not the fic itself. Also, the title translates to 'night on a full moon' from malay. also, idk what ya'll expect from this fic, it's literally just them wrestling at the front door, talking about their future and fall asleep. enjoy ig

it's almost perfect. he's cozily tucked in his blankets and the pillow is cold enough for him to sink in it. suna's currently scrolling through his phone, changing from one app to the other, ready to sleep. except he can't.

he doesn't have the feeling of closing his eyes yet even with the preparation nicely done. it's just doesn't feel right.

suna stopped his finger from scrolling as he stare up at the ceiling, a familiar and comforting image fade into his mind,

"[y/n],"

"what the hell, you're coming this late?"

your boyfriend had called you a few minutes ago when you're about to tuck in, "then what're you doing up this late?"

"i have extra work, that's why. i already finished it tho, don't get worried about it," "well yeah, but i do know that you tend to overwork at times, just to make sure,"

a small smile graced your face at his words and just sigh. suna wasn't the most expressive but he still cares, and it shows by how many times he asked you questions. simple ones, such as,

'have you eaten?'

'are you feeling good?'

'do you need anything?'

and so on, "enough about that, back to my previous question- why're you even coming to my house,"

silence greeted you for at least a couple of seconds before a cough was first heard,

"my bed's all wonky," "what," "lemme just go to your house bye," "hey wait-!"

click. he literally just hung up on you after giving a horrible excuse, but it's pretty obvious on what intention he had. you look out from your window as the sight of the cloud covering half of the moon.

but it's pretty visible that it's a full moon tonight.

"you actually came?"

"am i not suppose to?"

suna rose a brow, hands tucked in his jacket and the glimpse of his phone peeking out from his pant's pocket. just like always when he asked to stay at your house for the night,

"well no, but you've come more frequently than before," "wow, you could've just said no when i asked to come," "do you really think i would say no to you?? cause even if i did say no, your stubborn ass would still walk all the way here," "isn't that the point? if you say yes, i'll come. you say no, i'll still come,"

you try to hit playfully but he caught your hands and passive aggressively push forward.

now you two are pushing each other's hand in front of your doorway. you can already hear your neighbor's complaint about having your 'creep' of a boyfriend over and do shits with him. but it doesn't matter anyway.

you pushed his hand to the side and let go off your grip, almost making him trip over his feet, "just, come inside, i can't with you right now,"

he rubbed his wrist and followed after you, closing the door behind him, "thanks for having me in ma'am, and that was a warm invitation just now,"

"shut up before i kick you out again,"

"wait no, don't. i was freezing outside, you can't throw be back there,"

"this isn't your house, so you can't do whatever you want,"

"tch, harsh,"

both of you are laying on the bed, doing nothing but staring at the ceiling. just a gap of silence between you two but it's nice. that, is, until suna started talking again,

"have you thought what our future would be?"

you made no move to look at him and instead, rose a brow, "as in?" "y'know, our life together under the same roof, kids, jobs, ho-honeymoon,"

he stuttered a little before continuing on, "and maybe vacation plans," "well, vacation plans sounds nice," "yep, i already planned not one, but TWO earlier this month," "two?? let's hear it then,"

suna cleared his throat, slowly turning his head towards you and as if in command, you did the same.

and as expected, a shy smile's evident on his face, "we can either, a) have a nice cottagecore life in new zealand, picking flowers, making bouquets for each other and falling asleep under a tree with the sun shining above use. and if you didn't know, i've actually got into cottagecore recently too,"

he proudly said with a lazy expression as the finger he's holding up falls down to your shoulder, rubbing it slightly. he doesn't seemed like a guy who would be into cottagecore to be honestly but would you look at that.

suna always managed to surprise you everytime, even if it's the dumbest thing he ever think of, it always put a smile on your face. how could you not,

"that's cool, didn't think you're the type to be interested in it but go on," a chuckle escaped from his lips as the gap between you two started closing in,

"or b) we have a vacation home at langkawi. tropical vibes and just us having a good time. watching the waves and sunsets while walking through the beach. we could also explore around the city using a bicycle, wouldn't that be romantic you think, and don't worry, i won't make you fall down from it,"

you let out a quiet laugh, tangling your fingers in his hair. running through it in a slow manner, "sounds like two good plans to me, but i think we should keep it in the book for the moment,"

"okay," it's quiet response, but enough to fill your stomach with butterflies. suna put a hand behind your head, touching foreheads with you,

"are you going to sleep now?" you asked, only a mere whisper while he just nodded. your smile widened, kissing the corner of his lips in a slow pace. and with that, both of his eyes are shut.

suna can always sleep better with you next to him,

"good night," "good night,"

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anystalker707 · 3 years

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Pleasantly Surprising

Pairing: Gerard x Reader Word count: ~ 4 000 Genre: Fluff / Enemies to lovers Summary: (Y/n) meets a nice group of guys in a concert. Warning: Blood, but no violence or wounds description.

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(Y/p) = Your pronouns

Feeling the cold night air filling my lungs with a faint smell of grass is much better than the smoky and sweaty, heavy air present among the public that gets worse near the mosh pit. I lean back against the brick wall, feeling the cold surface through the thick jeans of my jacket, digging into my shoulder blades as I try to control my breathing, quietly watching the band leaving the stage to give place to another.

My throat feels dry, aching the slightest after I swallow around the sharp and cold breaths, so I look around for a stand to buy at least a soda, ankling over to the nearest one. The line isn't actually that long – thank hell –, but that doesn't prevent a random bastard from trying to cut in line.

"Hey, what in the fuck you think you're doing?" I raise an eyebrow, pulling them back by their collar and they just look at me with this sulky face, bottom lip sticking out and lip ring glowing lightly under the reduced lighting. "No cutting in!"

"Says who?" they retort bitterly. "What you gonna do about it?"

"Aw, bold, aren't we?" I raise an eyebrow, glancing down and... the motherfucker is wearing school clothes, lacking the tie and shirt untucked. Private school. "What are you? Not like the other kids? The line isn't even that long, stupid."

"Fuck off," they sigh, shrugging out of my grip and harshly fixing their clothes.

"Frank– Fuck, Frank, the hell, can't we leave you alone for a single second?" A random voice suddenly interrupts our interaction before a tall person approaches, a motherly and worried air lacing their gaze. They look from me to Frank before exhaling, raising an eyebrow, at which Frank shrugs. "I'm sorry for whatever Frank did, he–"

"Fuck, no, Ray!" Frank cuts them off, "you're not playing the good guy here! I was just trying to–"

"Trying to cut in the line, yeah, very nice of you, isn't it?" I roll my eyes, twisting my mouth. At least he isn't lying, but is he stupid or something? Why would he try to convince us what he was trying to do was alright?

It looks like Frank is going to argue for a second, but ends up just groaning through gritted teeth and looking away with a sigh and tense shoulders.

Ray doesn't look any amused, only observing Frank like who looks at a puzzle after having tried to solve it for weeks without success. They shake their head, turning to me instead. "I'm Ray, he/him, nice to meet you. Sorry for Frank, what he did is... unfortunately usual."

I observe him looking at him from head to toes. School uniform just like Frank's, tucked shirt, loose tie. "Hi. I'm (y/n), (y/p). And don't worry, I would've done the same," I breathe, looking away from the two to hand the person behind the counter the money after pointing to the drink I want.

"What?" Frank gasps. "You would've done the same and still acted all like that towards me?"

I roll my eyes, sighing. "Me doing it doesn't mean I like being affected by it." I grab the change, shoving it in my pocket then step aside for Frank and Ray, cracking the can open.

"Y'know–" Frank crosses his arms over his chest, throwing his nose in the air, "–my momma says that you should treat the others as you want to be–"

"Aw, honey, so you'd like me cutting in the line right in front of you? Shamelessly?" I raise an eyebrow at him, unable to hold back a grin when his face gets bright red, hands balling into fists. Not gonna lie, it's kinda cute how he twists his mouth. Frank is about to curse when Ray is shoving a couple of cans into his hands – a sigh leaves his lips instead. "Two for each?" I question and sip on my drink.

Frank smirks, looking at me with humor. "Yeah, wanna watch me drink them at once?"

Ray rolls his eyes at Frank, shoving him out of the way after noticing there were people behind them. "We're actually with two other friends. Are you alone here? Do you wanna come along?" He smiles, ignoring Frank's complaints, so I opt for doing the same.

"I guess that'd be nice," I hum, shrugging. Otherwise, I'd be going home right now and Ray actually seems nice... I mean, Frank does too, but I'm not feeding his ego.

The other two stand against a brick wall when we find them, both quietly chatting to each other until seeing us approaching. The first one doesn't exactly react, more interested in the can Ray hands him, but the second, greasy punk, hums questioningly, straightening their posture as taking a good look at me almost like I did to Frank earlier. "And who are you?"

"(Y/n), (y/p)," I mutter, looking at them from over the rim of the can, taking a sip of my drink.

"Found lying in the trash when I approached," Frank adds, but doesn't seem so confident after I playfully shove him aside.

"Gerard, he/they," Gerard replies, eyes never averting away from mine. What is he, kind of a gang leader? Got a hell of an ego, though a bit differently from Frank – I'm noticing a pattern here, huh. "Mikey, he/him," he continues, nodding to the other guy.

I throw my empty can in a trashcan before leaning in towards Gerard. He tries to escape the touch, but he's against a wall, there's nowhere to go. How cute. "Belleville High," I say, finally able to make out what the small black letters embroidered on the chest area says, and step away, allowing Gerard to breathe. "Isn't it that private school? Catholic one? Wow, who'd know I'd find BH students here!"

"Stereotyping, are we?" Frank raises an eyebrow. It's impossible holding back a smile at him.

"No, never," I chuckle. "It's just a... rare occurrence. You came here right after school?"

"Not really." Ray shakes his head. "Just didn't have the opportunity to change. Good thing it's Friday, tho," he chuckles humorlessly and I nod in a silent agreement.

"And where do you study?" Frank takes a better look at my face. "If you study, that is."

I scoff, but don't reply just yet. Mikey is the most tidied up out of the four whereas Gerard has his tie loose around his neck, shirt untucked, blazer all wrinkled. "Of course I study, dumbass!" I glare. "But I'm in the public school near the park. But I've seen you before." I nod towards Gerard. "Just don't know where."

Gerard's eyes narrow. "Are you sure?"

"It's not always that I see a greasy vampire looking around, so yeah."

A silence hovers between us for a moment, both of us staring at each other until he feigns unamusement, looking away – I smile with a stupid pride swelling in my chest.

The night ends with us exchanging numbers after a solid hour of joking around and throwing sarcastic insults at each other. Teasing Gerard was particularly fun because he often ran away from the whole joking or at least tried to and even Mikey laughed when it failed, though sometimes succeeding when Frank finally managed to get the spotlight on himself. Ray is sweet, despite being the perfect example for 'looks like a cinnamon roll, but can actually kill you.'

Gerard got my attention, to be honest.

Saturday and Sunday go by quite slowly and thankfully texting the guys every five minutes doesn't make it as depressing as usual. Texting Gerard isn't the same as texting Frank – who replies a text to each word I send him –, however. Gerard often replies with a word or a vague comment and guess what? I'm only more interested.

No Gerard manages to slip between my thoughts during school, but it ends up happening as soon as I step past the gates. Belleville high, isn't it? Shitty elite, but they don't really seem to be like that... let's see if that wasn't just great acting. That's not even a mile away from here. I look down the street, the direction opposite to where I would usually go. It won't hurt to say hi, right? Not to mention I've got nothing to do for the rest of the day.

Belleville High's classes finish about ten minutes later compared to my school's, so I don't bother walking too fast, but not slow enough to let my palms get clammy or overthink anything. Amazing how I can feel like this about people I only met once. Okay, whatever, take a deep breath because I guess I know these curls.

"Look at who we have here!" I throw an arm around Frank's neck, interrupting whatever they were doing and attracting wide eyes towards me. Turns out I found them earlier than expected, hanging out in the park.

"Damn, are you everywhere?" Frank raises an eyebrow at me and presses his lips together, though never stepping away. Blood?

"Who knows?" I joke. "Also..." I trail off, only now taking a good look at them. "Man, what in the hell fucking happened to you guys? Seriously–" I yank a paper off Frank's back, sighing at the 'kick me' written across it and hand it to him, shaking my head. What fucking idiot did this? How the hell did they even get into a fight? It doesn't seem like they were fighting each other.

Frank groans poorly, wadding the paper into a ball and tossing it at the nearby trash can. He's got a few scratches above his eyebrows and blood trailing down the corner of his lips. Mikey and Gerard are probably in the best state out of the four – Gerard got blood trailing down his nose and same for Mikey, though on opposite sides and Mikey's cheek is smeared with blood. I can't say the same about Ray... I don't know how he's not even wincing with all that blood trailing down his face.

"Well," Mikey breathes, bringing a hand to the back of his head, "you can say that–"

"Why do you even want to know?" Gerard steps forward, hands clenched into fists by his sides. "You got nothing to do with it, okay?"

"Aw," I breathe a chuckle. So he wants things to happen like this? But does he have the nerve to keep it? I may not have known him for long, but the attitude is clearly foreign, unmatching. "And what, baby? You lost, didn't you? And you're a fucking sore loser!"

"I just don't see why you should know." He twists his mouth, looking at me uninterested, but it doesn't take long until he's looking at me with these eyes, irises barely seen, eyebrows scrunched close. "And don't talk to me like that! Maybe it would even be better if you fucked off and left us alone, don't you think?"

Man, he talks a lot. Too much. No wonder why he's in such a state. Maybe he'll shut up if I...

"Holy..." Frank trails off with a quiet chuckle and I'm certain Gerard would have glared at him if he wasn't processing what just happened.

Meanwhile, Mikey and Ray stare at me with wide eyes – as wide as Gerard's, but they're not as petrified as Gerard is, for sure, only with hesitant, unsure grins on their faces. I suppress the urge to laugh at Gerard, instead more focused on rubbing my tongue against the roof of my mouth, trying to get rid of the salty and metallic taste.

A quiet sound comes from Gerard as he finally moves, maybe a groan, not sounding really comfortable. He brings a hand up to his lips. The perfect trail of almost dry blood is now smudged, following the direction I licket it to, having the blood smeared across his chin and bottom lip. "Ugh, ugh, ugh," he groans, frantically cleaning his lips and chin with the back of his wrist, against the sleeve of his blazer. "What the fuck? You're gross!"

I roll my eyes with a sigh. "Man, I wonder why I thought being an asshole could be solved."

"Eh, trust me, he isn't normally like this," Ray says with a shrug, looking at Gerard like if he was a chained angry dog even after receiving a glare.

No one gives Gerard's tantrum much attention as we soon sit down on the grass and change the subject before we can notice. Surprisingly, Gerard sits down next to me. Even more surprisingly, he leans closer at some point and whispers, "well, look at who's the vampire now."

Saying Gerard's words got stuck in my head would be an understatement. Maybe it's a nightmare, maybe it's not, but it does get me randomly blushing or stupidly grinning during random times of the day. Nonetheless, school the following day does help a bit with cleaning my head a little.

After a few hours of staring at blackboards, the setting changes to staring at records hanging on the walls and it's honestly better. Incoherent, loud chatter being changed to music of my choice is a lot better, even if I need to talk to a customer now and then.

"This is the place I told you about. I've only been here once, but it seems good," a voice says from the outside, but I don't look up from my homework.

"Never been here," someone else says. A pause follows then their footsteps sound clearer and I sigh, shoving my things on the space under the counter.

"Hello, good afternoon," I say automatically, holding back a groan at how my eraser insists on falling and grabbing it fast. "How can I help you?" I finally look up just to freeze. And the four have the same reaction, to be honest. "I knew I had seen you before," I say to Gerard.

"What a small world!" Frank approaches, immediately narrowing his eyes and throwing his nose in the air as looking over to me. "So you're not a rebel who only wanders around and goes to free concerts during the night and stalks us?" He raises an eyebrow, looking around the place, inspecting the shelves full of records and CDs.

"So you only got one set of clothes?" I mock, staring at his school uniform.

Frank exhales, shoulders dropping. "We just got here from school." He motions vaguely to his messenger bag and I nod, humming, not like it matters a lot.

While we talk, Ray and Mikey wander around, talking quietly to each other and sometimes taking a record in hand, but Gerard... he stands there awkwardly, observing Frank and I with a lost gaze. What is he doing? Trying to act all cool like last time? Or doesn't know how to react?

"Hello," I greet, which sounds more like a question. Frank turns around to look at him, apparently understanding Gerard as much as I do.

Gerard presses his lips together and steps forward, also leaning against the counter. "You didn't mention you work here."

"Didn't have a reason to." I shrug.

The corner of his lips twitch and he's holding eye contact until sighing. "Okay, whatever. Got anything new on Misfits or Pumpkins? Also, Bauhaus." He glances at me, black strands falling over his eyes for a moment before he's pulling them away. Cute.

"Of course." I grin, moving to the cabinets behind the counter.

Frank eventually darts off as I show Gerard the records and cassettes like he wanted. I glance around to make sure Frank is paying attention to whatever Mikey is telling him and Ray before I turn to Gerard again, grinning lightly. "Y'know," I mutter, leaning forward with my elbows over the counter. "I've got passes for a bar concert tonight. Wanna come?"

"What do you mean by passes?" His eyes never avert from the records – he runs his fingers over them delicately, examining each of them closely.

"Each ticket was about ten dollars and they're sold out, but the store is sponsoring the event and I got free passes." I smirk, watching his eyebrows raise lightly. "I usually can get one person in with me. What do you say?"

He pauses. "Why me?"

"Because you're the one I know the least." And also the one I'm interested in. "Pick you up at seven, what do you say?"

He sighs. "I'll text you my address."

"Wow, you're..." Gerard stares at me with a blank face, standing there and letting all the cold air get in. He rushes into the car, closing the door carefully.

"I'm...?" I raise an eyebrow, sinking my foot down on the gas, pulling away from the sidewalk.

"I don't know." Silence. "Not what I expected."

"Glad to know." I grin. "You're also not what I expected. You're never what I expect, to be honest..." He wasn't all open in the beginning, but also wasn't the asshole he was in the park – in his defence, at least, he had just gotten out of a fight, nerves still on edge. At the store, however, he seemed more like himself. "Also, you're looking good."

Gerard's eyes are surrounded by eyeliner and a red eyeshadow – definitely nothing I would see him in, but also nothing I'm disappointed about –, bringing out his paleness. And for the first time, he isn't wearing that stupid school uniform and fancy shoes are replaced by platform boots. A leather jacket clutches his shoulders, decorated with a few studs and patches, and covering a nice Slipknot shirt. And there are his jeans, fucking tight and I swear I hadn't noticed this guy got such a nice ass and, fucking hell, it's difficult not staring at his thighs flat on the seat, with a chain falling over one of them.

"Thank you," he mutters quietly. Even in the reduced lighting, I can see his cheeks gaining a red tone before he looks away.

The place is crowded, but not overly – which is why the tickets were even sold, at first place – and it's fun seeing Gerard's chin drop when he looks at the sign of the place. To simplify, everyone is either always wanting to play in this bar or come watch someone play and the tickets are not only always sold in small quantities, but also expensive.

"Let's go," I chuckle after having spent a good moment observing Gerard.

We jog across the street, towards the entrance, just straight away skipping the whole line. The guy in charge of letting people in looks at us indifferently, in a silent question, muscles clear under the tight staff shirt. Even if there's no visible difference in his expression, he does relax a bit after I show him my pass and steps aside to let us in.

"Wow," Gerard mutters, almost inaudibly.

"You like it?" I ask as we walk through the people. No answer comes. He stayed back, of course; the boy is kinda shy and hesitant, after all. "C'mon!" I take a hold of his hand to pull him with me until we're in the bar area, which's much calmer. He stands there for a moment, looking around, until I point at one of the stools, sitting down on the one beside it.

Gerard shifts on his seat, hands resting on his lap and clenched into fists. He observes everything with wide eyes and I can't bring myself to avert my attention away from him. He's beautiful.

When the band starts playing, however, the atmosphere starts changing. It's a classic punk band – the kind of people you'd see around in skate lanes, spraying anarchist messages on a building's wall or behind a McDonald's counter – and the music is good, nonetheless, raw and emotional and demanding. Great to dance to.

Gerard is shy, as already stated – what makes me wonder how he even agreed on coming –, taking a good time to actually stand up from the stool and join me.

His hand is warm under mine, maybe not as warm as his cheeks seem to be. I had taken it in mine to pull him up from the stool, only, but he didn't let go and... oh well. Aren't you interesting, Gerard? I grin to myself and take his other hand to pull him to dance with me; that if you consider moving around to the rhythm of the song some kind of dance, but Gerard doesn't complain.

I'm not sure how much time goes by – I only question myself about that once the band is saying good night, breathing audibly as they get off the stage. The live music is replaced by a momentary incoherent chatter when loud music fills the place again, this time coming from the speakers. Gerard and I are out of breath when averting our attention from the stage to each other. My arms feel a bit sore after all of that, almost the opposite to my numb legs.

"Wanna grab a drink?" I nod towards the bar. "We can go to the alley to take a breath, then."

"Sounds good."

The non-alcoholic drinks are as cold as the night air, suddenly making it even more obvious how much we jumped around to the band's sound. We lean against the wall opposite to the side of the bar and I look at Gerard, watching his chest rise and fall fast, only coming to a longer pause when he brings the glass to his lips. He observes something above us, maybe the sky, but I don't care.

"Your nose is bleeding again." I suddenly note, seeing the dark red trail now almost reaching his upper lip. Not a surprise. He hurt his nose not much over a day ago and all the jumping must have opened the wound.

"Fuck." Gerard brings a hand to his nose and sighs when seeing the red stain on his fingers; I chuckle softly, halfheartedly. "What? You wanna lick it again?" he teases, raising an eyebrow at me. He apparently opts for not ruining the sleeve of his leather jacket, regarding it more than his school blazer.

I roll my eyes, smiling helplessly. "Well, if you'd like me to," I decide to tease back, looking at him through half lidded eyes.

"Ah, you wouldn't dare!" He chuckles, blood staining his lips according to how he talks.

"You think so, honey?" I raise an eyebrow. A few stutters come from him, but I just grab his glass and set it aside with mine, on the ground, before stepping towards him. "Tell me, why are you always so... bold around me? It's clear it's not part of you, as Ray even said." I suppress a humorous chuckle at how he frantically backs away against the wall, having nowhere to go. This brings me memories. "Maybe it has a specific reason?"

Gerard's eyes are wide, lips twitching, though no word ever comes through and his expression changes instantly once I get a hold of his hips and pin him to the wall. Feeling the heat coming from his cheeks is almost possible and all that resistance is gone, tendering into compliance and shyness.

"Look at you, Gerard," I mutter, rubbing circles into his hips as leaning in. "How surprising can you be?"

Having Gerard only letting out a quiet whine in response as his hands rest hesitantly over my shoulders make my heart flutter in my chest. I finally lean in, pressing my lips to Gerard's; he returns the kiss right away, lips sliding against mine easily.

And there it is; the rich metallic taste of Gerard's blood. I run my tongue over his bottom lip, snatching a hum from him, which turns into a whining-gasp once my teeth sink into it slightly.

His hands tighten around my shoulders, I grip harder onto his hips in consequence and he's sent relaxing back against the wall. He never had control over the kiss, but he's suddenly just giving up on the power at once with a quiet sound, slowly wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me closer and I gladly deepen the kiss.

"Wow, love," I breathe as soon as we part the kiss, lungs screaming for air. Gerard doesn't reply verbally, with his lips brushing lightly against mine and, by now, the blood is starting to get sticky, on its way to drying, also on my lips.

"I hope we can go out more often," he mutters shyly, not long before burying his face in the crook of my neck.

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I love toki with all my heart, and one of the things I love about him is that he's a complete asshole.

Like yea he's got the cutesy thing going on but can we also appreciate he can be a complete bully at times?

Examples

Season 1 ep 15:Murderface literally almost dies and is now on a spiritual journey and is trying to find the meaning of life.

The band helps him with this and while they are a bit over it they still stick it out with him till the end. But toki just out right wants him out of the band, because he hasn't chosen a religion yet? I mean sure Nathan probably convinced the guys to come join but I'm sure he ever forced them. He doesn't have to be there if it really annoys him that much.

Season 2 episode 10: when Nathan is forced into a position as governor he gives his friends some responsibilities to help out.

Toki claims he wants to 'help' people'. But we see him not do that but instead abuse his power over his secretary and make him move a coffee mug or whatever.

Nathan even points out that he was getting off to the whole thing.

So we have the other guys at least trying to do their jobs but have toki here not only abuse his power,but get a sick kick out of it as well.

Season 3 episode 9: toki, breaks out his friend Dr rockso out of jail and helps him out getting reunited with his band. Which isn't bad till you find out that he took his friends money for a vacation they all really wanted to go to help out a person who not only they hate, but is known to fuck up everything.

This makes the band forced to work with someone they have stated time and time again they want nothing to do with. So they can get back their money that toki took without their permission. (And yea it's tokis money too in a way, but since it was for all of them that means they all put their money into the vacation savings. So even tho a percentage was his, he didn't have a right to straight jack their money.)

Season 4 episode 5: this is a bit of a tricky one since Skwisgaar is a dick to toki now and then. But he's never done shit like this.

This man, this boy, dead ass. Made a book framing Skwisgaar as an abuser and went to several shows talking about Skwisgaar like he straights up abuses him 24/7.

This destroys Skwisgaar and his career taking everything he's worked hard for. And when you think about it, Skwisgaar in a way has the right to not let toki get in his spot light.

Like think about, Skwisgaar practices non stop, he lives, eats, and breathes guitar. He has a strong emotional connection with his guitar that has been with him since his troubled childhood. Skwisgaar actively contributes to dethklok and dethklok songs. He writes not only the guitar parts, but the bass parts and even plays the bass for the record.

This man loves guitar so much that in season 1 episode 10 his whole indorsment was around guitars and how to play guitar. (While tokis was candy)

And even when he was unable to play, people knew and respected his skills and love for guitar so much that they believed it was a knew way to play guitar.

And then you have toki, who never practice, who can't keep up with Skwisgaar in terms of skill, has no real connection with guitar to the point of calling the guitar a piano two times in season 2 episode 2. And toki is just overall not deserving of having what Skwisgaar has.

Skwisgaar works for his achievements while toki simply just wants to take it. He doesn't even see the solo as anything worth much other than candy or pizza.

I personally think toki just wants Skwisgaars position because of the power it gives. We know this because immediately after, he just shelters himself and bosses his workers around with meaningless task.

At the solo itself Skwisgaar simply just played for the music while toki gets all dressed up and shows off.

We see this again when Skwisgaar leaves to find his father. He jumps around over exaggerating the music to the point it doesn't sound good at all. Even snapping at Nathan for telling him to tone down saying that it's his way or no way. Completely forgetting that a band is a multi person effort.

He even shakes pickles violently for no reason when he said that Skwisgaar might come back. You know Skwisgaar, his bandmate, his friend, his family. But how dare he not want him to come back so toki can have a position of lead guitarist's.

I know Skwisgaar has a bit of a ego problem but even still he didn't deserve to be dragged like that.

And then we have murderface. Poor little murderface. Now murderface is also an asshole. A lot of things he does get him in bad situations that are his own doing. But the way my boy toki be coming at him is not that.

This is where the bully thing come in. So I mentioned in a murderface and toki relationship study before that these two seem to throw each other under the bus in order to get approved from the other three. They both shit on each other, use each other Yada Yada.

But now and then toki will do things that have no real pay off for him whatsoever. Only the fact that he's humiliated someone.

He throws soda on murderface, because why not? He takes the domain name of planet piss and makes a beastiality website with murderfaces face over it because sure.

He leaves him out of the special person's club because of his mustache something murderface did in hopes to get people to like him more. But is forced to cut it off in hopes to again get people to like him. (Doesn't work)

In fatherklok, when murderface was being Skwisgaars father in hopes to get in bed with his mom.

So in this episode, when murderface does this we see pickles wanting to be included because he wants that experience, he wants that relationship. Toki showed slight interest but not really. (I personally think he just cared because pickles and Skwisgaar was involved.)

Pickles had a genuine reason to kick murderface's ass. He was left out, pushed out of the way, and had to relive a bad memory he had with his father. I feel like toki just joined in because hey, he gets to beat the shit out of murderface.

While pickles activity tried to join in, toki was just off doing something else because he really didn't care.

In the end, toki isn't just this sweet guy who likes kittens with a candy addiction. He's also a violent, lazy, entitled, reckless, man.

And I love him for this.

What was the point of this post? Nothing, I just love talking about morally grey characters. :)

#metalocalypse #toki wartooth #dethklok

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Safe Again

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Pairing: Antonio/Fem Reader

Requested @fabyoliveira1999

Summary: Y/n is kidnapped when an undercover assignment goes wrong

¡Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, allusions of sexual assault, potential police brutality? All very in line with the show

A/n 1: this is a work of fiction. The gang and names used are completely made up and not meant to reflect any real persons. Thank you.

2: Part 2 will be a fluff drabble

Safe Again

A darkness overcomes you as you slip out of consciousness. The steady beeping of the machines around you are now frantic, their shrill sound piercing the ears of everyone around.

Antonio yells out your name as hospital staff force him from your room. It isn't until Hank and Kevin pull him by his shoulders does he fully retreat. He sees a familiar face in the hallway and remembers a conversation he's been meaning to have.

"Halstead!" Antonio's voice shakes in anger. He stands face to face with the younger detective. His finger accusingly pointing.

"How the hell did this happen in the first place, man? You were supposed to have her back!"

Jay's voice was quiet. "I know." He drops his head in hands. "I'm so sorry, man. I should've pulled us out of there."

"You were supposed to watch her." Antonio strains to speak, his tone is much softer this time as he fights back the tears threatening to spill. Wordlessly, he claps Jay's shoulder, giving it an affectionate and apologetic squeeze. None of this is Jay's fault. Antonio knows this and instantly regretted taking his emotions out on his colleague.

-72 hours prior-

You're sitting in the bullpen, having just been assigned to go undercover with your partner acting as your boyfriend. The idea being that the two of you would infiltrate the known drug gang the Scorpions as potential buyers and dealers for the more upscale neighborhoods the leader, Sammy, was trying to reach.

Your actual boyfriend is the first to speak. "Oh hell no. You're not doing this," Antonio tells you, earning a hard stare from you in return. "She's not doing this," he shifts his attention to Voight. "These...thugs are ruthless. They're killers."

Hank's eyebrow shoots up, wordlessly questioning Antonio. "Watch yourself there. Last I checked this was my unit. I give the orders."

"Sarge, if I may," you interrupt. "I'm willing to do this. I've successfully gone undercover before and I've gone alone," you remind not only your sergeant, but your boyfriend. "I want to do this." Your eyes fall to Antonio momentarily before looking back to Hank.

"Do whatever you need to prepare," he orders. You nod, reaching for your cell phone. Hank turns around and heads into his office. Antonio is hot on his heels, letting the door slam shut behind him after giving you a displeased look.

You huff an angry sigh. From his desk, Jay offers a sympathetic smile. "He's coming from a good place, y/n," he reminds you. "He's just scared. He knows you're more than capable of handling yourself out there."

Appreciating Jay's words, you nod your gratitude and make the call to set up this meeting.

You are fuming the entire walk up the stairs to your apartment. Antonio follows closely behind. You wait until the door closes completely before angrily spinning back in your heel to glare at him.

"Do you have any idea how demeaning and humiliating it is to not only have my boyfriend, but a superior colleague to react that way in front of my sergeant? Our sergeant? This is important, Antonio! And I'm not some rookie. I've done this before! You have no right-"

"You're right," his voice is calm and not at all what you expected to hear. "And I'm sorry, mi amor. I made sure to tell Voight before we left that I support you doing this and promised to not let my feelings compromise this case."

"Oh." You feel your anger start to dissipate. "In that case…can you order dinner, please? I'm going to take a quick shower." You stand on your tiptoes, pecking his lips softly with yours before heading to the bathroom.

Today was the day you and Jay, or rather your aliases Roxie and Ray (you relentlessly teased Jay about his lack of creativity), were meeting Sammy, having already built a rapport with some of the other members lower in the chain of command. If it went well, today should be the day you make the bust. Both of you step into the garage to meet the team and go over plans one last time. You're in a body flattering dress hitting right above your knees, Jay in a suit sans necktie.Your friends whoop and catcall Part of your personas was playing a bored, wealthy, money-motivated couple and you had to look, not just act, the part. As Antonio approaches, Jay excuses himself saying he'll be in the car waiting whenever you're ready. Antonio's voice is quiet. "There's still time. Don't do this."

"I thought you supported me."

"I did...I do! I just can't let you-"

"Let me?" You yell, earning the unwanted attention of those nearby. You shake your head, hurt and disappointment shine in y/e/c eyes. You walk away without another word, getting into the passenger side of the car

You reach the autobody garage the Scorpions use as a front. Immediately they pat you both down by a few members you've met during the time undercover. You're positive your inspection is more thorough as he squeezes your one ass cheek.

"Hey man," Jay shouts seeing you get groped.

"It's alright, babe," you wink. "Rico's only appreciating a good thing when he sees it." Rico smirks before declaring, "They're both clean."

Sammy, and another man you recognize from case files, Nic enter. "What's this? Who did you bring me?"

"These chumps are gonna be your new sellers."

Sammy's eyes hone in on you. You hold his gaze. "Hell naw," Nic says. "They brought you cops."

"Oh, please," you say, rolling your eyes. "With this face and ass-he knows, he felt it," you point to Rico, "I'm too fine to be a cop." You flash a cheeky smile.

"Bitch, shut up!" The back of his hand connects with your right cheek. The stinging causes your eyes to water. Beside you, Jay flinches; it's hard from him not to react.

'Listen man, I don't know what you think is going on. We just-"

"You can shut up, too."

You hear the unmistakable sound of a gun cocking, turning to see it pointed at Jay. Sammy gives a nod to one of the others.

"Look out," you try to warn Jay, but it's too late. The butt of a gun hits Jay in the temple and he gets kicked at the back of his knee until he falls to the ground. His head hits the cement flooring hard. You don't understand why the team hasn't busted in yet.

Nic's gaze is on you. "You testified at Dierk's hearing." His fist swings and it makes contact with your jaw. It's enough to make you sway but you remain on your feet. "He was my cousin you, stupid bitch. Get her in the car. Leave him."

As you're forced into a black SUV, you manage to choke out a weak,"Jay, " your stained voice sounding unrecognizable to your own ears.

The equipment they sent you in with was faulty. Voight was furious as was Antonio. They whole worked diligently to get video or audio, anything to keep tabs on you and Jay. It's not until the SUV, with you unbeknownst to them inside, peels out, that the whole team moves in and finds Jay bleeding and unconscious on the floor. Kevin reaches him first. "He's alive!" he shouts to the others. Adam radios for an ambo before he and the others continue to clear the building. Kevin gently shakes Jay awake. He groans, hands instantly reaching the side of his head. He makes to stand.

"Easy there, brother," Kevin warns. Jay lets Kevin help him to his feet. "We've got a bus on the way."

Jay nods, "I'm fine. Where's y/n?"

"She's not here. No one is," Hank answers as the rest of the team draw near Jay. Jay's stomach plummets as he realizes they've taken you, his partner.

"Son of a bitch!" Antonio yells, kicking an oil drum.

"We work fast to get y/l/n back," Hank declares. "Check for surveillance, witnesses. We find that SUV and we find y/n. Alive

Any means necessary. Let's move." The team disperses and his hand clasps Jay's shoulder. "You get checked out by medics first." Jay opens his mouth to argue, but shuts it quickly. He nods his compliance. Hank and Antonio follow him to the ambulance that's just arrived.

"Hey boss," Jay speaks, with a tentative glance to Antonio. "This went south when Nic recognized y/n as the detective who testified against his cousin. Hank pursed his lips, but even in his anger, the color drains from Antonio.

"Voight," Antonio's voice almost cracks.

"We'll get her back."

Bloodied and bruised, you're alive with very little clue as to where you are. Your survival skills kick in.

You take note of your surroundings. You think you're in an unfinished basement of a residence. Definitely a lower floor as you remember being tossed down a flight of stairs. Your hands are bound behind your back and tied to a support beam. The door to upstairs is locked and even if it wasn't, based on all the noise coming from the floors above you'd never make it out undetected.

The door opens and heavy footsteps make their way towards you. Nic comes into your line of vision.

You try reasoning with him, "As far as I'm concerned, nothing's been done that can't be undone. You just gotta let me go."

"You don't get it, do you? Maybe this will clear things up for you." He draws his gun, pressing it into the middle of your forehead

"But first I'm gonna fuck you real hard." His face inches from yours. Nic pulls the gun away. His stale, hot breath reeking as he stands too near. You couldn't help but scoff before you throw your head into his, headbutting him with all the might you could.

He cries out in agony.

"Stupid bitch." He backhands you. Then grabs you by the chin. His furious eyes never leave you and a rough hand claws at the skirt of your dress. You feel cold metal pressed against your thigh. "First, I'm gonna fuck that tight pussy with my gun inside you then-"

"Why?" You smirk. "Afraid you won't be able to get it up?" So much for those survival instincts. Anger flickers across his face. His free hand makes a fist. You dodge his swing and he instead makes contact with the pole. This enrages him more. Hastily Nic puts the gun back in his pants. Both his hands wrap themselves around your neck.

14 hours have gone by. That's how long it's been since Antonio's last seen you. He's hurt and getting desperate. With less than two hours of sleep (Antonio only went home after Voight said he wouldn't be any help without some rest), he was out trying to find any witnesses, checking traffic cams, and placing calls to all his CIs in hope that any of them might be able to give a lead. When one of them started stringing him along, Antonio jacked the guy up against an outside brick wall near the precinct. That's when Kim found him.

"We got something," she says in a hurry, fearing Antonio may do something he can't come back from.

The team picked up two Scorpion members and one is currently in the cage.

"Five minutes, Hank. Just give me the key and five minutes alone with this guy," Antonio pleads to his sergeant. From the cage, the Scorpion chuckles. Antonio lunges causing the chain links of the cage to rattle. He appears more animalistic than human and the laughter does immediately. "Where is she, you bastard?" Hank looks at the guy, still refusing to talk, then he unlocks the door for Antonio.

"Are you crazy? You can't let him in here with me," he shrieks.

"Your boss has one of our own. And she just so happens to be his girlfriend, so you're crazy if you think I could really stop him if I wanted to," Hank answers before moving away from the door and heading upstairs. The door barely swings open before Antonio steps inside, knocking the guy to his ass with one punch. He picks him up by the shirt collar preparing another blow when Jay and Adam come flying down the stairs.

"Get outta here!" Antonio yells.

"We got an address. Atwater and Kim they picked up another member and he talked," Adam says breathlessly. Antonio hesitates.

"C'mon on man," says Jay, "He's not worth any more of your time. If y/n's there, let's go bring her home."

Hours have passed. How many you're unsure, but as they ticked by your hopes of being found or escaping dwindled. Pain flows through your entire body. You sit on the cold, hard basement floor, unable to stand anymore. Nic had strangled you until you passed out. He never touched you like he promised and when you regained consciousness you were alone.

Shouts came from upstairs. You're unable to hear every word, but you catch enough to know they're talking about you.

"We need to move her now. We've kept her alive too long!" You hear footsteps and then the opening of the door. Nic appears before you, with a sinister grin. Your heart races as he nears. His eyes roam your body as he undoes his belt. He pulls you to your feet by your hair. A whimper escapes you and he laughs. Once again, his hands pull at the skirt of your dress. His hands travel along your thighs and ass squeezing both. His touch makes your skin crawl that you actually shudder. His fingers start to tug your underwear down when there's a commotion from upstairs.

"Freeze! Chicago PD."

"Drop the weapon!"

"On your knees! Face down."

"I said drop it!"

Your heart flutters with hope, but then shots ring out and you have no idea who's firing or what's happening up there.

"Down here!" You yell. The basement door opens.

"Chicago PD!" Antonio and Jay's voices ring out.

"One male. He's got a gun," you warn. As they rush down the stairs, Nic pulls his gun on you.

"Drop your weapon!" Jay orders. His eyes perfectly fixated on the gun in Nic's hands. Antonio eyes you carefully and while seeing you bruised and a gun to your head isn't ideal, he's relieved to see you alive. Your colleagues' guns stay fixed on your offender. "You won't be told again. Drop. Your. Weapon." Your eyes lock with your boyfriend's beautiful brown ones and you nod ever so slightly. You slide down the pole as Nic moves towards you as if he was going to use you as a shield. Both Antonio and Jay fire their guns. Blood splatters onto you. Jay moves to check the body, but all you really notice is Antonio running to you and it's honestly a beautiful sight. "Baby, baby, baby. Hang on. I got you," he soothes, working quickly to free your hands of the zip ties. Your head falls into his chest. Really your whole body just collapses into him. Antonio holds you close, careful not to embrace you too hard, but his touch has never felt better. You sob uncontrollably as he begins to rock you.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," you repeat.

"Shh. You did nothing wrong, mi amor. Shh, now, baby. I got you. You're safe again."

Immediately you're taken to the hospital. Blood is drawn,xrays taken, exams given. You've sustained several injuries, but nothing critical. Mostly you're bruised and exhausted, so when the machines you're hooked up to start beeping erratically, Antonio is confused and scared again, clearly demonstrated by that outburst directed at Jay.

He opens his mouth to apologize when Will Halstead exits your room.

"You can go back in now," he says simply.

The intelligence team looks at him, confused.

"What the hell just happened?"

"Y/n wasn't breathing properly."

"What?"

Will puts his hands up. "No no. She's fine. She can breathe. She was sleeping and wasn't breathing deep enough for the machine to register it. I promise she's fine."

There's a collective sigh of relief from everyone.

Antonio coming back into your room is a most welcoming sight. There's so much to say, but your eyelids are heavy with sleep. Instead you take his hand in yours. Antonio's free hand lovingly caresses your face.A feeling of safety washes over you and you drift off into a peaceful dream.

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live a little

fem!reader x finn balor

reader and Finn go for a late night swim in a pool ...

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warnings: a lil fluffy, skinny dipping, smut, slight hair pulling

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You're sitting on the couch when your fiancé walks into your shared house. You're watching the new season of Cobra Kai on Netflix when he walks into the living room. He puts his title on a little table by the doorway and you pause the TV.

"Hi," you say, watching him walk over to you on the couch. He hugs you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. "How was work?"

Finn says, "Exhausting, as per usual. I got my arse beat by Kyle O'Reilly, Adam Cole, and Roderick Strong in the ring for a promo."

He kisses your temple and you ask, "Is there something I can do to make it better?"

You turn your head and look up at Finn. He says, "I was thinking about going for a little swim to make sure my muscles don't tighten up. It's a warm night so maybe ya could come with me?" The last part was more of a question.

"This isn't a plot to get me into a bathing suit, is it?" you tease.

Your fiancé laughs and says, "As much as I love the sight of that, no. I do want to keep my muscles loose. Will ya join me?"

Nodding, you say, "Of course I will. I won't pass up the opportunity to see you in swim trunks, but I have ten minutes left in this episode so I'll join you after it's over."

Finn smiles and kisses your cheek. "See ya in the water," he says before letting you go. You hear his footsteps go up the stairs and you resume your episode of Cobra Kai.

You're curled up on the couch as you finish up the episode. When there are five minutes left, you hear Finn walk back downstairs and the back door opens. You glance back into the foyer to see Finn closes the sliding glass door. He's in a pair of black swim trunks and no shirt. Your thoughts immediately start to go to the dirtier side as you turn your attention back to the TV show that's on your screen.

Once your episode is done, you turn off the TV and you walk up the stairs to your and Finn's shared bedroom. You grab a black bikini. The top has thin ties that tie behind your neck and behind your back. You fix the top so you're not falling out of the top. You pull on the bottoms, which tie at your waist. You tie your hair up into a messy bun on your head.

You peddle out of the room when you've changed into the bathing suit. You grab a beach towel out of a closet in the hallway on the second floor. You walk down the stairs, and you can faintly hear music coming from the backyard. You open the sliding door and step into the warm and humid air.

Finn's swimming laps in the pool and you smile at the sight. His workout music playlist is playing via a Bluetooth speaker that sits on a chair by the pool. You throw your towel on another chair before sitting on the side of the pool by the five-foot area. You kick your feet in the water, trying to get used to the cool water on your skin.

Your fiancé takes a break in the eight-foot area of the pool. He wipes the water out of his eyes and you get his attention. "Hey, stranger," you say, leaning back on your hands. Finn looks over at you and smiles.

"Look at ya," he says, slowly swimming over to you. "I like that suit."

Giggling, you say, "That's because it barely covers me, Finn."

He stands between your legs in the water, his hands on your thighs. They're cold from being in the cold water. You shiver slightly as Finn says, "Ya should just take it off since it barely covers ya."

You run your fingers through Finn's short wet hair and say, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"

Finn nods and smiles. "It's not a bad night for a nice skinny dip, Y/N," he says, starting to negotiate with you. "Live a little, baby."

His hands run up your thighs to the ties on your bottoms. "Finn," you giggle. "We have neighbors."

Your fiancé leaves light kisses on your thighs and gives you puppy eyes. "I'll take my pants off if ya take that off," he negotiates with you.

You gently nibble on your lip before you slide off the wall and into the water. You're up to your collarbone in the cool water as you stand between the wall and Finn. You stare up at your fiancé and say, "Baby, we have neighbors and they can look out their windows to see us."

"It's almost midnight, and the only light we have is the lights in the pool. All they'll see is two people in the pool," Finn says, making a good case. You blink at Finn.

After making a decision, you reach behind your neck. You pull the tie until it's untied. The top falls and Finn's eyes are on your exposed chest. You pull the fabric away and put it on the wall behind you. Finn pulls at the ties on your bottoms and pulls them off of you. The bottoms join your top on the wall behind you. Now you're naked in the pool in front of Finn.

Finn's eyes are on your body as you hook your fingers into the waistband of his swim trunks. "Time to get these off since you told me you'd take your pants off if I took off my bikini," you say, pulling the swim trunks off Finn.

He laughs and helps you get them off. He throws the trunks with your bathing suit. Now you're both naked in the pool. Finn takes your hands and says, "Come swim with me, love."

You giggle as he pulls you off the wall. You kick your feet so you can keep up with him. He brings you into the deeper end of the pool where you can't stand. You kick to stay above water and Finn has to do the same.

"This is nice," you say, trying to keep your eyes on Finn's face instead of glancing down into the water to see what you've been wanting to see since his trunks came off.

Finn smiles and says, "I told ya that it was a nice night for a skinny dip."

A smile forms on your lips and you say, "You just wanted to get me naked."

Your fiancé says, "No way." You give him the look. "Okay, fine. Maybe I wanted to just a teeny tiny bit. I have wanted to see ya like this for a while. I've been so busy with defending that title and keeping up with my training. It's been a little bit since I've seen ya naked."

You laugh and swim a little closer to Finn. "This is the longest we've ever gone with being naked and not touching each other, you know. I'm surprised we haven't yet considering we haven't done anything for a while," you say to him.

"Ya trying to tell me something, love?" Finn questions.

Smiling, you say, "Possibly. You come home from work and just go to sleep. Plus, we're already naked."

Finn smiles at you and says, "Now who's the one negotiating something."

You tease, "Fine, don't have sex with me. It's not like I actually wanted you to fuck me anyway." You stick your tongue out at him and begin to swim backward, away from Finn. His eyes are on you as a smile forms on your lips.

"Who said that I didn't want to have sex with ya?" Finn asks, swimming after you.

You climb out and say, "I just assumed." You wrap your towel around your nude body and Finn gets out of the pool.

He walks over to you, but just before he gets to you, he says, "Ya assumed wrong, love. Ya know how much I love to fuck ya." Then he cups your face and pulls your lips to his. The kiss is quick and intense from the start. Your hands are on his waist and you pull him closer to you. Finn's tongue finds its way into your mouth, a moan leaving your lips.

Finn walks over to one of the pool lounge chairs under the awning that's connected to the house. He lays back on it, breaking the kiss. You crawl onto his lap, straddling his thighs. Your lips attach to Finn's neck and soft sighs escape his lips as he pulls at the towel around your body.

As you leave marks on his neck and chest, Finn pulls off the towel you're wearing. It falls to the ground and you pull back from Finn. You look at your work and say, "I hope makeup can cover those up."

"Oh well if they can't," Finn says before he kisses you harshly.

All the pent up sexual energy between the two of you is coming out now. It's been months since any kind of intimacy between you and Finn. Since he won the title, it's been the only thing he's been focused on. Of course, he's always made sure you were taken care of and that you were okay, but he'd been training harder, working more hours, and traveling a little more so he's exhausted when he's home so he usually sleeps.

You don't know why he actually wanted to go for a swim on a random January day and have sex with you on a chair next to the pool. Honestly, you don't care why. You're just happy you have something other than your fingers to pleasure you.

Finn's hands are roaming your body and you sigh softly, having missed his touch. You grind slowly against his member. The tip runs through your folds and you bite back a moan in your throat. Your hands are on Finn's six thousand abs to keep yourself balanced.

"Love, ya keep doing that and we're gonna have a problem," Finn warns you.

Instead of stopping, you move faster. Moans pass your lips and Finn cups your face with his hands. You sigh, "I've missed you like this, Finn."

Your fiancé brings your face close to his and you meet his pretty blue eyes. You sigh softly as you roll your hips. Finn's lips brush against yours as he says, "Baby, please do something because ya are driving me crazy."

You lean in and kiss Finn as you take his hardened length in your hand. You pump him a few times as you position him outside your entrance. The kiss deepens as you sink onto his member. A moan leaves your lips as Finn begins to will you. Finn's hands slide into your hair, holding your face to his. Your hands are on his chest as you adjust to Finn inside you.

Finn's fingers curl in your Y/H/C locks as you begin to slowly move your hips. You drag your fingers down Finn's chest as you pull back from the passionate kiss to get some air. Your breathing is becoming more and more labored with every roll of your hips. Finn's eyes are on yours as you move.

He not-so-gently pulls your hair back and tilts your head up, exposing your neck to him. A soft moan leaves your lips when he does this. Finn smirks and begins to kiss your neck. "Did ya like that, baby?" Finn mumbles against the sensitive skin on your neck.

You gasp, "Kinda."

"I'll have to remember that," he says.

One of Finn's hands leaves your hair and you wonder where it went until you feel his thumb start to rub your clit. You gasp softly, moving your hips faster. Finn groans, "Just like that, mo ghrá. Ya feel so good around me."

Your body shakes with overstimulation as you move faster. The tip of Finn's member hits your g-spot as he finds the sweet spot on your neck. You cry out in pleasure, moaning Finn's name. A knot forms in your stomach as you're pulled closer and closer to an orgasm. Finn says, "Ya look so good on top of me, baby."

You look down at Finn and pant, "You should let me do this more often then."

Finn pulls you down to him and you kiss him as you move rougher. Your moans and the sound of slapping skin fills the warm night air.

"I'm about to cum, Finn," you moan against Finn's lips.

Your fiance says, "No one's stopping ya, love."

After a few more movements, your body jerks as you cum around Finn. You moan his name mixed with profanities as you ride out your high. Finn quickly pulls out of you and he cums on his stomach. You're panting a bit as you look down at Finn. He looks up at you.

You say, "Please start letting me top occasionally. It's fun."

Finn laughs and kisses you slowly, full of tongue. He says, "We'll see."

You giggle against his lips. A small makeout session is ignited from this kiss. Your hands roam his body and yours roam his.

After about ten minutes of this, Finn grabs a towel and cleans you both up before saying, "Let's head inside, yeah? It's getting kinda cold."

You don't object to going inside. You get up and quickly run inside. Finn's right behind you. The two of you retire to your bedroom, where you cuddle naked beneath the sheets.

Both of you lay intertwined with each other when you say, "I don't wanna go weeks without doing this again, Finn. I need to be close to you like this."

Finn looks down at you and says, "Regal is going to cut back my hours that I spend at the Performance Center so I can spend some extra time with ya before our wedding. We have two weeks before the wedding, and I'll be spending half the time at the Performance Center."

You smile and say, "Really?"

Your fiancé nods and says, "Really. It was also his idea, and I wasn't gonna object to spending more time with my beautiful fiancée."

Overwhelmed with excitement, you say, "I'm so happy." You happily kiss Finn and he smiles into the kiss. "I love you."

"I love ya too, my ghra," Finn tells you.

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Safe And Sound? More Like Safe And Bred.

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Warnings: Adult situations 18+ Smut, Attempted Rape, Breeding kink, swearing, A/B/O and all the posessive bs that goes with it 👍

A/n This was intended to be darker but sort of changed as I was writing? Yeah I'm very happy with it tho considering its my first A/B/O. As always enjoy😘

Clark has been driven wild by an omega's scent.

Safe And Sound? More Like Safe And Bred

There it was again. That fucking scent. Clark groaned and took a deep breath in unconsciously ,smelling it, tasting the air on his tongue, wanting to lap up the delicious scent. It tasted like maple syrup yet smelt completely different fresh and succulent like cool spring air. Young and new. Ripe. He shuddered at the thought. It was driving him wild like no other, normally he could block them out but not this one No,six weeks .Six. Fucking. Weeks he had been teased by it coming into the daily planet.

There was an omega here somewhere, he almost felt jealous of the others weaker senses, they had caught faint whiffs of it asking Perry about it who told them none to polity to 'back off' and that it shouldn't cause a problem due to where they was stationed no one should be able to smell them up here. But Clark did. He had to endure it constantly day in day out. The scent was always worse in the lobby where everyone entered the building. Each morning he came in scanning the people around him looking for a new face, more desperate each day to find the omega.

After enduring the scent for so long he was determined to find the culprit. To find his omega. He swore at that ,they wasn't his, he couldn't allow it.. . He couldn't claim them. Afraid of hurting them, it was true that alphas couldn't bare the thought of hurting an omega, actually against the law to cause any harm emotional or otherwise to an omega. It'd be to easy for him to accidentally harm them, one slip of concentration and that could be it.

So he had resigned himself to never claim one, tho he couldn't help his instincts that screamed for him to find them. To mount and breed them. so he still found himself searching the lobby everyday as he came and went. Sighing as he walked to the elevator not finding them once again disappointment ran through him he shook his head taking one last gulp of air trying to capture the scent he stepped in the elevator.

Just as he went to close the doors he smelt them. He saw her. Other alphas were sniffing around her as she walked past them through the lobby head down watching her feet as she scurried quickly across the space heading for a door that he knew lead to the mail room below she faltered quickly bringing her head up scanning the crowd before catching him looking at her. She gulped as she locked eyes on him then all but flung herself past the door out of sight. The doors closed but he stood frozen. She had seen him.

His chest swelled. His omega had looked at him. She wanted him, her alpha. For a second he stood shocked then quickly threw himself at the buttons smashing the open door button willing it to open and let him go and find her, alas it was to late he was already scaling the building to his floor. He took a breath closing his eyes picturing her She was gorgeous, around average height dark auburn nearly brown hair piled atop her hair in a messy bun she was slim. But not to slim and had and hourglass shape wide hips. Meant for breeding. Fuck. And her eyes a dark hazel freckles dusting her face. He clenched his hand around the briefcase he held, as images of mating her, knotting her took hold he grunted hearing a crunch as the hard plastic handle gave under the pressure.

He swore. No he couldn't risk it risk her. The doors opened revealing the office he panted a few breaths trying to compose himself he walked through the office to his desk dropping into his seat running his palms across his face smoothing his hair back before dropping them by his sides.

Lois approached him warily seeing him tensed and almost flighty. If she didn't know any better she'd have said he was entering a rut, but she wasn't going to suggest that to him. Hell no. Alphas became aggressive if another alpha brought it up. And she definitely didn't want to deal with a triggered alpha in the office. Especially him of all people. However he had let slip a week or so ago that the omega in the building had riled him, that he couldn't block it out like the others.

Fuck. His blood was burning in his veins, his reaction was unlike any other. It was instant and he knew somewhere deep down that he would not be concentrating today.

"Hey Clark you ok there?" he grunted then forced a smile kicking his briefcase under the desk. Out of sight out of mind. was the term that came to mind.

"Yes I'm fine" she didn't look convinced.

"Riiiight and who are you trying to convince me or you? if that omega downstairs is causing you problems you should talk to someone, she shouldn't even be here working if shes unmated" Clark growled at her. Of course Lois was right in a sense. It wasn't law that omegas couldn't work however as a general rule they didn't or if they did it was a part time job close to home and normally along side their alphas. Most were claimed by the time they left college alphas would claim an omega in the first or second heat that happened around 17-20 years old, it was very rare to have an unmated omega in the work force but companies couldn't discriminate. Lois took a step back at the warning, Clark squared his shoulders the thought of his omega leaving agitated him.

"And what would I say? I can scent her from nearly 11 stories up? how would I explain that exactly?" he growled the words through grit teeth not liking where this was going. It took a great amount of control not to flash his eyes at the alpha female in front of him. She backed up unconsciously but continued.

"Well its obviously effecting you, look at yourself ,you've been getting worked up since she got here. If shes your one claim her and get it over with. but don't sit there stewing over it. Do something about it or I will" she snapped back. He could hear what she was really getting at, she was hurt occasionally two alphas could find a way to be together but this didn't happen in there case and she was jealous of the omega and wanted her gone and would make it happen herself if need be. Clark was on his feet in front of her before she could register it bending down getting in her face. And snarled low and dangerous, what ever courage Lois had fled as he glared at her menacingly.

"Don't .You. Ever. Threaten. Her. Again." she shook at the dark look in his eyes stepping back a few steps. frightened. 'as she should be' Clark thought his instincts in over drive feeling as if he had done his omega proud ,scaring off what he precieved as a threat.

"What the hell is going on?" Perry called as he watched a pale Lois take her seat not looking at anyone

"Nothing its dealt with Perry." she said bitterly tho Clark couldn't tell if it was because she had backed off her instincts acknowledging him as a true alpha or if it was that he had defended another woman.

"It better be" he warned eyeing them both before heading to his office Clark sat back down before starting up his computer to begin his work. he stopped after about ten minutes as there was a spike in his omega's scent.. she was going into heat he got up fast, to fast he hoped no one had seen him he looked at the elevator swallowing dryly. Lois raised her head instantly worried forgetting her frustration for a moment more concerned about him.

"C-Clark?" he looked at her and she froze as his pupils grew until there was a slim ring of blue around them. She took a deep breath picking up on the signs. Quickly she got up and went to him. whispering

"Whats going on are you- is she ok?" he tore his eyes from her to the elevator.

"Shes-heat" he swallowed taking a deep breath trying again

"Shes going into heat downstairs, fuck" Lois looked confused

"What but surely she'd know and not come in? it must have caught her off guard-wait what did you do?"

"We- I saw her, she saw me... that couldn't have triggered it could it?" he asked uncertain scanning the other alphas in the room they hadn't noticed, not that he thought they could detect her from here. Lois gaped at him sometimes she forgot that they didn't necessarily teach everything about omegas in all schools, especially to alphas, in traditional communities alphas were just taught about their own anatomy next to nothing about omegas ,hell in some areas where most were betas nothing was taught at all forcing everything to happen naturally on instinct.

"Of course it can! if she isn't on suppressants hell some can't even take them! meeting her alpha could cause an instant heat ,fuck sake, you need to go get her, if she leaves now she could be hurt or worse go I will cover you just go now!" Lois growled at him, the thought of an omega in heat trying to navigate the city alone made her insides churn. He leaned over to retrieve his case but she spun him pushing him to the elevators.

"Leave that I will sort it just go!"

Mean while you was down stairs panicking. You'd found him. Your one true alpha. After years of denying all others waiting out your heats holed up in your apartment praying that you'd find your true alpha and not be caught by another and lose the chance at having your soul mate. You had tried suppressants over the years but they hadn't worked, sometimes when an omegas true alpha was to potent the suppressants didn't work they only muted the the symptoms slightly and ended up not being worth the side effects , nausea ,headaches ,bouts of depression and anxiety then the back pain that was caused by your body trying to counteract the cramps redirecting the spasms.

This was the case for you it wasn't worth it basically exchanging excruciating the internal cramps for crippling back pain, it was dangerous, with cramps you could push through it still move and run if you needed to ,but the back pain made you immobile. You took deep breaths once you reached your office. Sitting down unsteady on your feet.

He was magnificent tall broad dark hair and bright eyes tho at the distance you couldn't define the color, you tried to imagine his face with forest green or a deep azure irises. You gasped feeling yourself heating up. You'd been picking up on his scent since you arrived. It was different. Very strange normally scents had one or two underlying tones his was a mix of many all intertwining in to one deep clean airy scent. You panted cringing as you began to sweat lightly.

Fuck. This wasn't good. You couldn't drop now. Not when you'd seen him. That was probably the cause. You whined taking off you jumper revealing the short sleeved blouse underneath letting the air around you picking up the folder on your desk fanning yourself debating what you should do, you could try to slip out and get home there wasn't to many alpha's here you had done your research before applying there was forty most were on the top floors, but that was still forty alphas that would smell you as you tried to leave and then you'd have to navigate through the city home avoiding all others. you sighed knowing you had to make the decision fast. swearing loudly you picked up the phone calling your manager.

"Hi its y/n in the mailing department.. I'm sorry I have to leave now preferably....I've- my heat has come early and I cant stay-I'm sorry I don't know what to do" you lean over the desk crying softly thinking that you'd just lost the only job anyone had offered you. This was cut short as she replied understanding you, being an alpha with an omega daughter she knew what it was like you huffed in relief as she calmed you down reassuring you that it was fine she instructed you to stay where you was until she called you an uber to be safe and take all the time you needed, you nodded thanking her before hanging up.

Quickly you gathered your things and waited, she phoned back quickly informing you that the uber was outside waiting you just had to tell him the destination and the company was paying for it as this classed as 'emergency travel'. You thanked her again and headed out of the office scaling the stairs to the lobby scuttling out as fast as you could aiming to head home as quick as you could before you got any worse. You felt the stares you noted the few alphas scattered about taking deep drags of air into themselves, drinking in your scent before slowly heading in your direction. You whimpered as you raced through he main doors nearly staggering as you made your way down the road as you flushed hot and needy. Jumping into the uber telling the driver your address as he pulled out into the street. He looked at you threw the rare view mirror.

"You ok back there? you want me to call someone?... your alpha?" he asked innocently enough. You just leaned forward cupping your tummy as the first pulses began in your abdomen muscles twitching beginning the first twinges of pain, you cried out panicked, it was never this fast, a normal heat took at least 24hours to sink in and reach this point.

"No! no no I'm fine just drive!!" he grinned at your response but not that you saw from your almost fetal position in the back, he continued as he pulled off the main road cutting down a residential street as a short cut

"Ok are you sure? is your alpha aware of this? does he hurt you is that why you don't want to call him?" he pried by this point alarm bells would usually start but in your desperate state you didn't click you just shook your head

"no-don't have one just please hurry!!" he grinned doing a u turn at the T junction going left back towards the city. You groaned with your head between your knees crying as the pain came crashing over like waves. Flooding your system then draining away before returning ,gasping deep gulps of air so wrapped up in trying to halt your heat you didn't realize the type of danger you were in.

"H-how much longer?" you didn't register the car stopping he chuckled.

"Not long darling" your eyes snapped open freezing at the tone managing to prop yourself up wincing through the pain as you noticed you'd stopped moving. Dread filled when you saw you were still down town. Even with the traffic you should have been out in the residential area. Your apartment was only a 25 minute walk so should have been about a five to ten minute drive instead you was in the city center all be it parked In some sort of loading bay tucked behind some tall office buildings you didn't recognize. You gulped at the look on his face. Slowly reaching for the handle of the door only for it to be locked. You shivered.

"Wh-what are you doing?" he unclipped his seat belt

"I'm gonna take care of you, a pretty omega like you shouldn't be going through heats alone... You should have an alpha to help you... You will~ just relax this will be over soon" he said before squeezing himself between the front seats making to grab you.

You twisted screaming as loud as you could. Lifting your bag striking him as hard as you could, which wasn't that hard as your energy had been sapped away by your rapid heat. he held you firm digging his fingers into your wrist untill the bag dropped to the footwell, pushing your shoulders against the door you screamed again agonizing

"NOOO HELP SOMEONE HELP ME!" clawing at him scratching his face he swore as your nail scratched across his eye.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!" he screamed you cowered at his anger he pulled back his hand slapping you hard across the face you grunted as your head smacked into the metal seat belt clip half way up the back seat.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP CUNT!" you kneed, twisted ,clawed and bit anything you could think of to get him off of you ,he overpowered you grabbing your head smashing it against the inner door panel, your vision went fuzzy at how hard your head had bounced off of it. weeping weakly kicking out despite all hope of escape was fading fast as the male tore open your blouse buttons scattering across the back seat and foot well.

"NOO NONO PLEASE!"you sobbed as you resigned yourself to being another statistic. Then the door behind your head was ripped clean off you car you yelped cringing as you heard the metal twist and tear just beside your head tumbling out of the car, being caught before touching the asphalt and sat on the roof of the car so quick it made you dizzy before you could even glance at who had saved you. You heard the screams of your would be rapist shouting panicked as he was dragged violently out of the car.

Crying you moved to cover yourself tugging the shirt around yourself looking forward you saw superman clutching the alphas neck hoisting up to his eye level eyes flashing a dangerous red, hinting to the power simmering just below the surface shoulders heaving with every breath and his jaw clenched boiling anger was written across his stance. The alpha pleaded with him. The kryptonian glanced at you before snarling in the other alphas face low and terrifying. you held your breath something was wrong.

"MINE!" was all the man of steel managed as he panted heavy , you saw the tremble in his arm as he tried holding back but still squeezed tighter on the throat he held causing the alpha to gasp and wheeze begging pleading much like you had been not two minutes ago. You gasped not entirely sure you heard him correctly but you was sure that you didn't want to be around either of them in this state.

You placed your hands on the metal below you sliding backwards making the decision to leave your bag that stuff could be replaced. Keeping both of them in your sight, gasping quietly as you dropped to your feet , buckling as another cramp clutched a your insides. You had to move get away you couldn't let either male near you, not when you'd just found your mate, when you was so close.

In your state of panic you forgot one of the most important things every omega should know. If your caught by an alpha in the middle of a heat Do. Not. Run an alpha that wants to pursue you, will chase, they relished in it the hunt. That's why there is so much emphasis on mateing young, once you are claimed alphas are less drawn to you and your heat cant do this whole surprise pop up act. Those who tried to hold out for their mates are usually picked off before their thirties, claimed forcefully and trapped in a unhappy pairings you never thought it'd be you.

You moved slow at first backing away from the car then as you made your way further from them once you got a good twenty feet you turned and ran down a small one way road leading in the direction of home. You hoped. Your footsteps caught Superman's attention snapping his head up dropping the male

"NOO! COME BACK!" he shouted making you more frightened speeding up, he sounded angry. He shot up instantly hovered above the small building before spying you diving down landing in front of you as you as you had reached a main street onlookers stopped as they saw him land hard on the ground, he crouched the asphalt below him cracking under the force he'd used. You skidded to a stop nearly running into him you screamed backing up as he moved to grab you his eyes. They were burning literally glowing seconds away from igniting your flesh.

"I-I No please I don't-" you tried speaking cutting yourself off as another cramp took hold you cried out curling grasping your stomach. He took the opportunity to quickly scoop you up taking off so fast the air was sucked from your lungs you couldnt breath instead puffing out desperate tiny breaths. He headed straight for home. You groaned weakly at him trying desperatly to breath, tapping him as you managed sharp breaths when you could smelling him, he smelt familiar and unique almost like your mate but not quite the same.

Before you knew it you was in an unfamilliar apartment gasping deep breaths trying to ease your burning lungs. Whimpering as a wave after wave of your mates scent hit you causing your body the begin preparing itself for him as you soaked your panties through at an alarming rate. You was deposited on a large bed confused uncomfortably wet and in pain as you curled on your side in the covers pressing your face into the cotton taking deep breaths. You heard footsteps leave your side moving around beyond the door.

He was building you a nest in his den, he was here helping you, you crawled towards him as he smoothed out the blanket to curl around you grabbing him trying to pull him up onto the bed with you. You whimpered as he pulled back standing to look at the nest wanting it to be perfect. In your heat addled mind you took it as a rejection when he moved out of your grasp.

"A-Alpha?" you called out looking for him, he was here he had to be here you needed him, this was his den, but where was he. You looked around trying to find him. Then you hear Superman return, well you thought it was Superman maybe you was so far gone you'd been hallucinating, you was sure the man of steel had brought you here, but it wasn't him who returned you looked at the door ecstatic as you spied your mate with arms full of pillows and a few blankets mumbling to himself about a nest, felt a burst of excitement as he placed the cushions and blankets around you.

"I-its ok, I'm here, I've found you omega, mine ,my omega" you looked up at the male before you tucking your nose into the crook of his neck breathing deep wanting to take him in as much as you could it was him. Yes. You've made it. you cried happy tears streaming down your face as you finally had him, Your one. Your soul mate. Years spent searching hoping, terrified that he'd given up hope and claimed another. But the years of loneliness and fear was worth it for this one moment.

"N-no! alpha come back" your voice was small but sincere, he quickly saw his mistake and climbed up with you letting you grab and pull at him.

"Wh-how? you was-" he climbed over you cageing you nuzzling your neck doing the same to you that you had done to him only he was not crying, he was growling deep in his chest, that you had only just noticed was uncovered he was bare as the day he was born.

"Later...Cant" he mumbled kissing at your neck quickly licking and nipping succumbing to his need to bury himself inside of you as soon as possible. You whined as he pulled the blankets around you creating a tighter cocoon. His instincts were all over the place wanting to mount and knot you and calm and cuddle you . It was hard for him to concentrate as he smelt your body prepare for him. Turning you looked at him your lips parted as you huffed becoming impossibly hot ,sweat forming on your brow your clothes constricting and sticky as you lifted a shaky hand to his cheek.

"Blue... I didn't see them earlier, there beautiful." he almost purred closing his eyes as you ran your hand up to his curled hair. His nostrils flaring ducking down to you kissing you groaning at the taste of your tongue he moved over you, desperate pressing you into the matress holding your waist sliding you up the bed wrestling with your clothes growling before opting to rip them of not patient enough to remove them with out damaging them. You whined at him making him stop inspecting you for injury , when he determined you was unharmed just vocal he continued moving down your body kissing and suckling marks onto you wanting to devour your slick as he smelt how wet you had become for him.

He tossed your legs over his shoulders breathing deep closing his eyes collecting him self 'slow and steady don't hurt her' he thought to himself then leaned forward sucking obscenely on your wet folds dipping his tongue between them. you screamed as he met your hot sensitive skin groaning into you gripping your hips forcing you to remain still and endure him as he worked on finding you bud then flicking quickly up and down then rolling it around sucking it between his teeth applying a gentle pressure.

You cried and shouted as he continued he looked up at you watching you try to twist and turn your breasts bouncing with every jerky movement and heaving breath. He groaned again imagining just how perfect they would look tight and full ready to feed his pups. He pulled back with long licks from back to front collecting as much slick as he could as he went. You panted teary eyed as he crawled above you. He grunted eyeing your neck then maintained eye contact snarling when you didn't immediately look away.

Your pussy wept below you at the sight. He was posturing. Waiting for you to present to him, for you to acknowledge him as your alpha. You tilted your head looking away eagerly willing your body to relax below him he keened low running his nose across your throat then latching onto it biting locking his jaw tightly, not enough for the final bite but he held you there tonguing your neck releasing then moving down biting repeating the same process searching for the least sensitive spot to deliver his bite.

Once he found a spot that didn't cause a large reaction or was on the artery he sucked a dark mark , pinpointing it for later once he was satisfied he released your neck with a parting kiss many would look for the most sensitive but he was worried about truly harming you.

He grabbed your shoulder rolling you on your front heaving up your hips presenting you to him your shoulders landing on the extra pillows and blankets he got for you taking your weight. He gasped leaning back to take a moment to calm himself, he would not risk killing you accidentally because he rushed, admittedly he was also enjoying the view, way your scent permeated the air leaving him feeling hazy almost drunk. You mewled lost in your heat impatient for him to claim you in the most sinful and depraved of ways. You rocked to and fro clenching your pussy for him then spread your knees so he could see. You heard him grunt then decided to push further.

"AAHH! FUCK" you yelped as he stretched you taught around him the resistance you put up against him was intoxicating as he moved steady not letting up as he was pushing deeper and deeper feeding himself into you. You tried to raise onto your hands but a swift hand caught you by the scruff pressing down with a snarl.

As ready as your slick had made you, you was still smaller than him he noted as he was poised at your opening, twitching and puffy from his earlier exploration, he could feel the heat radiating form you. As you tried to rock back feeing his cock just there he pulled you back onto him.

"No you will stay In position presenting" he grunted you whimpered in response as he held you there firm. Finally he grunted low quickly thrusting the last inch or so into you thighs pressed against your bottom tensing. You panted clawing at the pillows surrounding you is was nearly to much as he held still flexing making you jump and flutter around him.

"P-pleeeas alpha I cant wait please" your words were pitiful and breathy arching your back pushing your ass high and curling your toes. His breathing hitched un able to hold back he rose to his knees digging his tumbs into the back of your pelvis gripping tight designed to hold you still, to force you to take all of him weather you wanted to or not. You'd forfited that choice with your presented to him earlier. You was his and he wanted you to know that ,slowly falling prey to his most basic of primal needs. Mount. Fuck. Knot. Breed. There was no thoughts beyond these four goals. He held steady nudging your opening with his cock, hard and only just beading with precum, he had fought to hold back his need for release refuseing to waste a drop, but now it seemed he may need it.

"Good girl....soo good ... your such a good omega.....are you ready to be bred?" tears fell at the feeling of being so stuffed, you wasn't sure just how you were going to take his knot if this was him before that, it was uncomfortable pressed so deep it was bordering pain, a dull ache but your cramps were gone as if his skin alone had soothed your insides and that you was thankful for.

"ugh such a good female.... gonna fuck you full" he tilted his head back abdomen quivering and twitching with need he was trying to hold back, be gentle he had heard the whimpers as he opened you up for the first time, noting that you wasn't a virgin, tho many omegas now day's had toy's to replicate alpha couplings. He snarled pulling back a little then rocking into you the idea of anything other than himself inside you irked him, no more. He would dispose of yours at the first opportunity. You'd never resort to using a toy again. A rubber substitute, no he wouldn't allow it. You would come to him for relief or you'd suffer. Those were your options now.

"YES... fuck yes THATS IT...I'm your alpha now...no one else.... I'll kill them" he grunted teasing you with his cock you screeched as he growled and grunted using his hands to hold you still as he drove into you over and over, pulling out further each time, you was floating or was it drowning you couldn't tell, all you knew was that you hated the way you felt empty as he left you, your pussy was clamping and pulling at him, fighting to keep him sheathed inside you. You groaned cried and squealed unable to stop as his moans egged you on.

"aH! FUCKfuckfuck alPHAAA!" you shook your head rubbing your face into his heady scent your head swimming in it as it seeped through the blankets. You tried to fight his hold as he teased you with shallow thrusts making your pussy protest resulting in a loud sharp spank and you widened your legs for him.

"You ok baby?" he asked as you shook beneath him gasping, trying to calm your breathing you tried to turn to look at him hissing as it pulled on his knot

You cried panicked trying to wiggle from under him desperate to escape the painful stretch he quickly acted on auto pilot latching onto the mark he left on your neck biting breaking the skin, holding you still with a growl as he claimed you with his scent permanently. You cried tensing not sure if the pain was to much or not enough. He finallly released your neck tucking a hand below where you joined rubbing your hard bud forcing you to clench painfully around the knot that was cruley holding you in place spreading your lips apart revealing your clit to his wandering fingers as you was warpped tight around him ,you tried to drag yourself forward off of him tugging at your joining to no avail he was slow and frim with his teasing finger tips.

Quickly you found your abdoman spasming and you screeched as he tore your second orgasm from you, this time as you squirted nothing left you hitting his knot and returning back up into you the force of it sending ripples of pleasure against all of your nerves your walls massaged him from root to tip as a result making him finally release into you feeling him pulse and twitch as his hot load hit you hard and deep some had definatly make it past your cervix you summarised the only coherent through in the lusty haze that was now slowly lifting from you, he held still as he continued to pour into you, the overwhelming urge to breed you was to much as he rocked once ,twice slowly using his knot the amplify the pleasure.

You whimpered staying as still as you could panting completly washed out and wrecked. He looked down smug not taking his eyes of of where you were joined his knot was large, he was impressed at how well you took him. A slight panic, he'll admit but you had stayed still enough for him to fully mate you And nothing was escaping which boded well for breeding.

"Ah ah ah stay still... that's it stay still... good girl" he reassured knowing full well that you could be like this for a few more minutes maybe ten minutes or so, for him specifically he wasnt sure. Selfishly he wanted to remain there as long as possible but thought it'd be better for you if he wasnt attached to long.

"yes ...that's it omega open up for me... let me in" he chuckled slamming into you making your bones rattle keening with the force as he did it over again becoming desperate to bury himself inside deeper. You cried out as he dragged his hand from your neck leaning over you as he plowed you into an orgasm. You let out what was at first a silent scream as you clamped around him making him hiss you leaked over him cumming drenching his thighs with slick as he grunted holding still tightly pressing into you his knot forming in an instant stretching you until you yelped in pain trying to break free. No. It hurt. As he was pressing painfully deep almost pressing into your cervix opening.

"Are you ok? we could be like this for a while baby.. you have enough pillows"

"It's sore" you mumbled quietly unable to stop pulling forward it was only natural to try and avoid the pain he felt guilty but knew it was unavoidable.

"I know baby but your doing so well... soo good and just think with any luck we will have pups on the way! doesnt that sound nice baby. You can make a better nest, more suitable for pups." you clenched at his words the idea of pups making you perk up

"Pups?" you asked excited he laughed rubbing your back soothingly noticing how hot you was.

"Oh yes I'm going to breed you during this heat, that is if I haven't took root already" he said rolling his hip lightly making his point you groan again. He noted the sweat rolling down your sides. Debating on what to do, he knew he could help easily but was a little apprehensive. Finally he decided he would do it, your his mate now, bound to him permanently.

"Baby? are you hot?" you nodded

"Yeah and sticky..... I want a cold shower... can I have one when I'm free?" he frowned that would mean you standing up.... he would leak from you.... No. He shook his head

"No you may not, you will lie on your back once free.. I want you full." he said you pouted a little feeling scolded whimpering before you flinched as he blew a cool gust of air onto you. It was cold... Much colder than should have been possible.. And it wasn't to do with how heated your skin was. Clark continued blowing cooling your skin until it was no longer red. He felt himself finally softening once he was sure he could remove himself without any pulling he did sliding back quickly flipping you to your back pulling the pillows below your waist . You laid back wide eyed.. It took him seconds.. Literally seconds to pull out and re-position you... He moved you one handed...WHAT THE FUCK? you squeaked

"Wh-how did you do that? you really are? but your scent i-it was different you wasn't!" you were so confused. He looked down guilty stroking you slowly unable to keep for touching you now that you were bpnded ,he loved how you carried his scent, it was lingering just beneath yours coiling around it.

"I'm sorry, my suit it....changes my scent... I'm not sure why, it may be because its not made here on earth... " you paled as he explained you knew. Your mate was superman. The man of steel. You gasped bringing your hands to your face as you cried

"YOUR AN ASS! do you know how FUCKING SCARED I WAS!" you shouted moving to get up. He was faster pinning you down pushing into your neck.

"I thought you was going to burn me! Kill me!" You wailed into your palms.

"sshh sshh its ok now.. I'm sorry ...I'm so sorry I never intended to scare you, I was just scared...I tried to follow you but you already left....... Then I went looking for you ..... I heard screaming not want sure if it was you, I was so glad as I got closer and smelt you then I saw him..I had intended to just take you home..But seeing you there I knew I had no choice...I had to claim you to keep you safe... I was so close to killing him, I wanted to...You stopped me, if you hadnt run I would have ripped him limb from limb... All I knew in that moment was that I couldnt bare seeing you run from me.. I had to catch you." you settled down as he kissed your mark explaining between small pecks and licks then laid curling at you side. Pulling your hands away.

"I-if I'd known it was you I wouldnt have run from you I would have run to you" you explaind cupping his face lightly he leaned forward kissing him.

"But I cant call you superman or alpha all the time" you smirked he chuckled sliding higher around you leaning over you on his elbow.

"Clark kent" he offered with a kiss

"y/n y/l/n" he smiled before kissing deeply again you were interupted by a loud bannging form somwhere deeper in the apart ment he held out a hand

"Stay I want to give us the best chance for pups" he called out as he grabbed some boxers sliding them up as he walked to the front door opeing it revealing Lois holding out his damaged breifcase she scrunched her nose as the heady smell of there coupling hit her.

"Here I Covered for you, Perry thinks this morning was because your omega was going into heat and you didnt touch her and I told you to leave and 'be an alpha for once' in the end you took my advice and mated her... you have the week off for her heat." she explained then cleared her throat nodding behind him he growled when he spotted you up by the door peeping he pointed back to where you came growling.

"Back in your nest!" you scuttled back into the room with a squeak diving back into your nest of blankets. Placing your hips back on the raised pillows. Lois giggled.

"Don't be too hard on her she probably heard me and panicked... any way I'm off and try to be gentle with her she looks ....small" he nodded closing the door as she turned to leave. He padded into the bedroom spoting you tugging the blankets around you adjusting then readjusting them pouting. He smiled tugging it from you smoothing it around your hips.

"That was lois.. Shes and alpha and a friend nothing to worry about.." you nodded to him as he tucked himself around you again making you rest your head on his chest as he reached down cupping your tummy running his thumb acros the skin below your belly button

"Sleep baby it wont long before I'll mount you again" you blushed at his words but tried to relax anyway letting your mind drift as he wandering fingers pushed you into a deep satisfied slumber.

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