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artificial-transmutations · 1 year

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Two sides of the same coin - Wrestling

Alex cursed under his breath. Today was the public audition at the community center of his town and he was late already. He had been so busy trying to get everything ready that he didn't realize it was almost ten o'clock when he left home. He just hoped that him being late wouldn't have an effect on his chances of getting picked.

He walked into the building and looked around for someone who could tell him where he should go. Luckily, the young receptionist woman was very friendly and showed him to a small waiting room. Inside, there was only one other person: A tall, thin man with dark hair and eyes, who was wearing a black suit with a blue tie and sat very upright in his chair. His face didn't look unattractive, but had a stern look about it.

"Hi, I'm Alex" said Alex and briefly wondered if he was underdressed. Were suits required for the audition? Alex was wearing jeans and a light jacket because he wanted to be comfortable during the day. Maybe he should have worn something more formal after all...

The man raised his eyebrows and turned to Alex. "I am Cade," he replied. "Nice to meet you."

"You too!" said Alex enthusiastically, relieved that this would probably not be a long wait like he feared.

They began talking about their interests and backgrounds, quickly discovering they had quite a few things in common, like, for example a small passion for the theatre.

Alex was about to inquire more about what role Cade was auditioning for, when he noticed a small object on the table next to them: A small coin, with an unusal shine to it. As he leaned forward to take a closer look at it, he realized it wasn't just shiny; it also shimmered slightly, as if it were glowing.

"What's that?", Alex asked and Cade seemed interested as well.

"Interesting", he said and took the coin to give it a closer examination. However, as Cade was looking at the coin, it quickly shimmered and vanished into thin air.

"Hey, did you see that?" asked Cade curiously.

"No..." replied Alex confused.

"It disappeared!"

"Maybe it was just a reflection or something..." Alex said. He was suddenly feeling a bit light-headed.

Cade on the other hand produced a hankerchief to wipe his forehead. "It suddenly seems a bit hot in here. Did they turn up the heat?"

"Yeah, maybe." Alex answered and felt another wave of dizziness hit him. He didn't find it particularily hot, but he felt strange all over. Cade was visibly sweating and loosened his tie.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I don't know... I feel weird..." Alex mumbled.

Suddenly, a sudden gust of wind blew through the waiting room and sent papers flying everywhere. The door slammed shut with a bang and locked itself.

"What's going on...?" Alex said, alarmed. He got up from his chair and tried to open the door but it wouldn't budge.

Cade didn't reply but instead was fanning himself air. "It's just too warm!" he said, fidgeting on his suit. "Do you mind if I loosen my shirt?"

"Uh, no, go ahead." Alex said hesitantly.

Cade undid his top button and pulled his collar away from his neck. "I think that will help."

Alex looked back and saw that Cade had wet patches of sweat under his arms already. Weird, it really wasn't that warm in here. However, Alex had trouble standing steady, so he opted to sit down next to Cade again. They both watched as Cade continued to fan himself and soon enough, his clothes were soaked in sweat.

"Oh dear, this is uncomfortable..." Cade muttered, sitting uncomfortably in his chair.

"You can take off your shirt if you want", Alex offered. Something was very wrong with him. Not only was he feeling kind of weak and light-headed, to his embarassement, he also noticed his cock getting hard. It took him a moment to understand why. It was the way Cade, or Cades sweat, was smelling. This didn't make sense, though. Alex had been in gyms before and he was straight as an arrow - why was the smell of another mans sweat turning him on so much? And yet, it did. He couldn't stop thinking about how good it smelled.

Cade hesitated for a bit before nodding shortly. He looked really uncomfortable unbuttoning his dress shirt like that, but apparently he was feeling so much heat that it sounded like a good alternative either way.

When Cade finally took off his shirt, Alex could hardly believe his eyes. From his frame, Alex would have thought that Cade was thin and well-groomed. On the contrary though, Cades torso appeared to be suprisingly fit. There was little body hair, but Alex could see a bit of pit hair from his position. He was trying really hard not to stare, but failed. His cock was throbbing in the confines of his jeans and the suprisingly manly smell of sweat was turning him on to no end.

Cade put his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly, panting heavily. Alex realized that Cade must have been working out regularly. As he watched Cade gasping for breath, Alex found himself wondering what it would smell like if he were to lean over and bring his nose closer to the source of the musky smell. He imagined being able to sniff Cades pits and inhale deeply. Would it smell different than just smelling Cade's skin? Or would it just smell like sweat?

Cade caught Alex staring at him and smiled nervously. Alex could have sworn that Cades gaze noticed his tenting jeans but he didn't comment on that. Instead he asked: "Are you feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," said Alex, still struggling to control his growing erection.

"It's just so hot in here..." Cade said and looked around.

Alex just nodded, playing along. He briefly wondered if the smell would be even more intense if Cade were to dispose of his pants. But he might go ahead and play along some more before suggesting that. Alex really couldn't think straight. His head was swimming and what little brain capacity was left was extremely horny right now.

"You're right, it's awfully hot!" Alex lied and continued, while getting out of his jacket. "I'm gonna lose my shirt, too."

Alex removed his t-shirt and began to fidget with the buttons of his jeans. He hoped that Cade wouldn't notice that he was having trouble concentrating on anything else other than getting rid of his clothes.

"I thought you were gonna remove your shirt", Cade remarked as he saw Alex opening his pants. Was it just Alex mind or did Cade really sound not quite as sophisticated as before?

"Oh, sorry... I need to get out of those clothes" Alex mumbled and quickly pulled his pants down to reveal his tented boxer shorts.

Cade stared at Alex's hard cock for a moment before smiling awkwardly and looking away.

"I don't know if you should do that..." he said.

"Oh, it's okay! You should get out of yours as well, we're all dudes here" Alex replied and continued to pull down his pants. He felt like a total pervert doing this in front of someone else, but he was so turned on that he didn't care anymore.

Cade seemed reluctant to take off his pants, but eventually agreed. He stood up and undid his belt buckle. When he got rid of his pants, he revealed a pair of black underwear and suprisingly muscular legs. Alex mouth watered as he saw that Cades underwear, too was holding a big bulge. Apparently, the other man was well endowed and rather excited about the situation as well.

Alex couldn't resist any longer. He stood up as well and approached Cade, the musk guiding his nose towards his chest and pits. He noticed that he seemed to have shrunk a bit, no eye level with Cades chest. A chest that was rather dark. It could be the light, but Alex could have sworn that Cade didn't have that deep tan all over his skin before.

He reached out and touched Cade's arm first, then grabbed hold of his shoulder. He had toreach up slightly to reach it - otherwise, he would have been unable to touch it. The sensation of touching another mans body was new to him and it made him feel weird, but also strangely turned on. He could feel his heart beating faster when he took Cade's hand and brought it to his own face.

Cade looked at Alex curiously, but didn't say anything. Instead, after a moment or two, Cade grabbed the back of Alex' head and pressed it into his own chest. Alex let out a soft moan as he felt Cade's strong and youthful body against his own. His cock throbbed inside his underwear as he rubbed his cheek against Cades skin. Alex didn't know what to do with his hands at first, but resorted to pulling down both his and Cades underwear, allowing theyr stiff cocks to touch. Both men gasped simultaneously when their flesh came into contact.

"Ohh..." Cade moaned softly and increased the pressure on Alex head, pressing him against his chest and into his pit. It was warm and wet, and filled with this heavenly stench. Alex couldn't help but try to get even closer to Cades dark skin. He wrapped his arms around Cades shoulder and his legs around his tighs, hugging Cade tightly. He had no problem holding himself in that position, as his body had become much lighter. Alex skin had taken a completly black hue on his upper body and a bright orange from his waist downwards, with ocassional black stripes.

Cade returned the embrace and held Alex firmly by his shoulders. Alex could feel Cade's firm muscles under his fingers and toes, while he could feel every vein running through Cades neck and chest. His arms and legs started to grow together, forming a singular fabric body around Cades upper body. His groin that was rubbing against Cades cock experienced the strangest feeling as his body was becoming flatter and flatter, more fabric like and finally displayed the prominent bulge formed by Cades ample cock. Cade started to rub his cock through Alex fabric body and grunted deeply. Precum and sweat was leaking into Alex, and he could taste all of it, from all sides. Finally, Cade came inside the wrestling singlet that Alex had become, who absorbed the load that Cade was producing gladly.

The young adult black wrestler panted, after he had jerked off through his singlet. He shouldn't have done that! He could already hear the announcer introduce him: "A round of applaus for Dameon, the black tiger!". Dameon knew it was time for his match, and he just hoped nobody would notice the damp patch in his singlet groin. If he won that match like that, he would make sure to make it his lucky tradition to jerk off into his singlet before the match!

In the “two sides of the same coin“ series, I will present short concluded stories with mainly inanmimate and male tf content - enjoy!

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 1 year

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Flirting and jealousy (Tobin Heath x Reader)

I'm missing the USWNT game I was supposed to go to this week because of Covid, I'm very disappointed about it so you guys get as many stories as I have the energy to write. I hope you enjoy them :)

This was requested by anon. I hope it's okay :)

Words: 1.5K

Everyone went crazy as the ball hit the net. Tobin had just scored the game winning goal, just minutes after coming on. Of course she would have though, she was amazing. I ran, jumping in Tobin's arms, cheeks heating up as her fingers brushed against the bare skin where my shirt had ridden up. I was glad they were already red from the game.

"You're amazing Tobin," I whispered before slipping out of her hold as everyone kept hugging and patting her back. I could only be close to her for so long before I grew flustered. Tobin always had that effect on me, it wasn't that surprising considering I had a huge crush on her. When there was space between us, I was confident, I could flirt and tease, but once she got close or touched me for longer then a few seconds, I started to get flustered.

I sent Tobin a smirk and wink before heading to the sidelines. After signing things and talking to some fans, the celebrations continued into the locker room. Spirits were high as everyone danced around singing. A couple of the girls suggested going out for dinner to celebrate then maybe going out for a drink.

Tobin was just finishing getting ready when I got out of the shower. She was wearing black skinny jeans and off white blouse that she was just starting to do up. Perks of rooming with her, I got to see things like this. Tobin didn't seem to mind as she met my eyes through the mirror, slight smirk present as if she knew what she was doing to me. I didn't hide it as my eyes slowly raked over her body, lip between my teeth, "You look beautiful Tobin."

"Thank you, so do you Y/n."

"You also played amazing today Tobes."

"Thank you Y/n. Honestly, I surprised myself with how quickly I scored."

"I wasn't surprised, you're an amazing player."

Tobin smiled softly, slight blush creeping up her cheeks, but she turned back to the mirror without a word. I slipped my jacket on, "You ready superstar?"

She rolled her eyes, but slipped on her jacket and followed me out of the room, eyes most definitely staring at my ass. Once we reached the elevator, I turned around, pointing to my eyes, "My eyes are here."

Tobin smirked, "Oh I know, I just found something almost as nice as your eyes to look at."

Our flirting continued through dinner. Quiet comments, teasing and light touches. It continued to the club we went to after dinner as well. We barely left each others side, drinking, dancing and flirting. Although, as much as I wanted to follow her lead with dancing up against each other, I did avoid dancing too close to her so I wouldn't get flustered. Things were going well, we were getting closer and I was starting to work up the courage to ask her out. I didn't need to get flustered and ruin it by not being able to speak or look at her.

I thought things were going well anyway, up until I left Tobin at the bar to use the bathroom. When I came back out she was talking to a pretty blonde girl, they were standing very close and the girl had her hand resting on Tobin's arm. I clenched my jaw as I watched, jealousy building inside me. It wasn't my right to be jealous, Tobin wasn't mine, but I couldn't help it. Either Tobin didn't like me as I thought she did or I waited too long. Before things could bubble over, I went to find the rest of the team to tell them I was leaving. Tobin didn't see me slip past her, too engrossed with the girl. Megan tried to convince me to stay, but I couldn't stay to see Tobin with someone else. It hurt more than it probably should have.

About half an hour later, I was cuddled up in bed trying to distract myself with my phone when the door opened. I was surprised to see Tobin standing there, looking concerned. I figured she would still be with the girl.

She stopped beside my bed, "Hey, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, why?"

"You kind of disappeared at the club. I thought maybe something was wrong."

Butterflies swarmed in my stomach at the concern and care that laced her voice, that she even noticed I was gone. Then I felt guilty at the possibility she left to come check on me, "Nothings wrong, the game caught up to me I guess. I'm just tired. Please tell me you didn't come back just to check on me."

"Uh I might have. It wasn't the same without you."

"I'm surprised you noticed, that pretty blonde seemed to be keeping you company," I replied teasingly, trying my best to hide the jealousy that bubbled back up.

Tobin shrugged, removing her jacket and shoes then sitting on the edge of my bed, "She was okay, talked about herself constantly though. I couldn't get a word in, I was just waiting for you to come back, but you never did."

I nodded turning back to my phone, "She was pretty, thought you could've had a good night so I gave you space."

She laughed, "Maybe so, but I would prefer to be here with you. Is that a problem? If you have a big secret date, I could leave again."

"How'd you know? I have a huge date with my bed and a thing called Netflix."

"Mind if I crash that date? You know since I'm here."

"Depends, it's a pretty big date, you might need to make it up with a new one, say tomorrow night?"

Tobin looked at me for a few seconds, making me more nervous. Maybe I had read the situation wrong, maybe she was just playing along and didn't actually like me like I thought. A small smile spread across her face, hand coming up to lace with mine, "I think that's reasonable. I'm looking forward to it. Let me get changed while you pick a movie."

I picked 'Stick it'. It was one of my favourite movies. Tobin slipped into bed next to me, lacing our fingers together, but leaving space between us. This was not exactly how I planned my night going, but I didn't mind in the slightest. I pulled her closer, head resting on her chest as her arm wrapped around me. I cleared my throat starting to feel flustered at our closeness, I tried to push it away and relax into her. It worked slightly, but my cheeks still heated up and I involuntarily tensed.

"Why are you tense?" Tobin whispered, hand running along my back, "I can move over if you're not comfortable, we don't have to do this yet if you don't want to."

"It's not that. I want this, you just make me nervous when I'm close to you."

"The oh so confident, flirty Y/n, is nervous?"

"I always have been. As long as you were at a distance I was fine, but as soon as you got close, I got nervous."

"Yeah me too. So this is okay then?"

"It's perfect."

Tobin pulled me further into her as we watched the movie. The longer we cuddled, the more comfortable I became and relaxed against her. I could get used to this. She kissed the top of my head before speaking, "You don't need to be jealous."

"What?"

"Megan said you looked pissed when you left then you mentioned the girl I was talking to, I just kinda guessed you might've been jealous. Which I admit may have been my plan, but even if I'm wrong, I want you to know that you are the only one I've had my eyes on, the only person I'm interested in. I never even entertained the idea of ending up with anyone else tonight."

I sat up, turning to face her, "Why were you trying to make me jealous?"

Tobin played with her fingers, looking nervous and slightly guilty, "I'm sorry. I just thought maybe you weren't actually interested in me, I wanted to see how you might react if I flirted with someone else. I know it was probably a bit much, but I didn't want to risk our friendship by making a move and you not feeling the same"

"Why would you think that? I thought it was pretty obvious. I pretty much flirt with you nonstop Tobin."

"You kinda shut down whenever I got close to you. It makes sense now that I know you were nervous, but it gave me mixed messages at the time."

"Let's not try that again. I don't particularly like the feeling."

"I'm so-"

"And don't apologise again or I might just have to kick you back to your own bed."

She put her hands up in surrender, "Sorry. I mean definitely not sorry."

I laughed, kissing her cheek. She looked disappointed, eyes flicking to my lips, but I pushed her away. I had a rule of not kissing before the first date. Well, it was actually on the first date, but there was no doubt I would kiss her tomorrow, I just didn't want to rush things right now, "You're a dork. Sorry Tobes, I don't kiss before the first date."

"Then I'm even more excited about tomorrow night."

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leebitkitty · 1 year

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jeongin corruption kink.

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i do not understand how 3 words can kill me that hard.

wc: 1.4k (dont blame me)

you woke up to the sound of your alarm clock, reading the time and groaning to yourself. it was time to get ready and start the day for school. you walked up lazily, head down, and began picking out a cute outfit. you settled on an adorable short pink skirt and pink jacket, paired with a white shirt.

you continued the rest of your morning duties, and went downstairs, and through the door. you waited outside for your best friend, jeongin, to pick you up. jeongin came to your place in a couple minutes, already feeling his dick twitch just by looking at your short skirt. he unlocked the door and weakly said "hop in."

you happily went in his car, squealing about cute things you liked. you kept talking, but you didnt notice your skirt riding up more and more, flashing your cute pink lace panties. jeongin felt his dick harden more each time he looked at them and tried to focus on the road ahead of him.

"uh.. your *ahem* underwear is showing.." jeongin managed to mutter out. "oh?" you asked, pulling your skirt down and blushing profusely. jeongin couldn't help but giggle at your cute antics, wanting to just stop the car and pound himself into you right then and there.

the both of you reached your school, going off into the next class, which you both had together. you sat down next to jeongin as the teacher started the lesson. jeongin kept thinking about how cute and innocent you'd look while sucking his cock as the two words "good girl." would fall from his lips while he would throw his head back. oh, how he would just ruin you in the span of a couple of minutes.

you, on the other hand, kept feeling jeongins lust-filled stare on you. you didnt necessarily hate the stare, but you couldn't say you liked it either. more like you didn't like the effect it had on you. you kept looking for solutions to fix the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, rubbing your legs together and it somewhat worked. but you needed more to fix it.

at the end of the day, jeongin asked you if you wanted to come over to his house to work on assignments. "yes! yes! yes!!" you squealed, jumping up and down. "okay then, lets go!" jeongin said, smiling. upon arrival to his house, jeongin warned you, saying "my room is a bit messy so please dont worry about all the clothes on the floor." you nodded your head as jeongin opened his house door. you looked around in awe.

there was a huge TV in the living room, a huge kitchen, a huge couch, huge everything. jeongin snapped you out of your little daydreams about his house, leading you to his room. "so.. this is it! my parents aren't home right now, so we can do whatever." he said, opening the door.

you looked around, looking at his family pictures and his big bed. you ran to it and immediately flopped yourself on it, laughing. jeongin couldn't help but laugh too, hoping his eager dick would calm down. "you're welcome to use the bathroom if you need, it's that door right there." jeongin said, pointing to a door in his room.

you and jeongin unzipped your backpacks and took out your assignements and got to work, sitting on the bed. you tried to focus on these important assignements in front of you, but how could you when jeongin was staring at you with a look full of need?

you raised up the courage and blurted out, "i think i l-like you jeongin. i'm not sure what it is, but whenever i feel you looking at me, i get this weird feeling.. d-down there." you say, pointing to in between your legs. jeongins eyes blow out, dick twitching harder as he just stares at you. sitting up, he says, "aww.. how cute. little angel gets needy when she feels me look at her."

"to tell you the truth, i get a weird feeling down there when you look at me too. it's all because of your cute short little skirts and your cute panties that you flash on accident. you don't know what they're doing to me." he whispers, playing with the material of your skirt. "c-could you please do something about it?.." you whimper out.

jeongin puts you against the wall, giving you a deep, sloppy kiss. "do i have permission?", he lets go. not exactly sure what "permission" he's talking about, but you nod your head anyways. "use your words." jeongin says, more stern. "yes, you have permission." you say. with that, jeongin lays you on the bed, taking off your jacket, shirt, and bra, his eyes blown out wide to the sight of your tits.

he takes one in his hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking your nipple. he kisses you down south, until he reaches the waistband of your skirt. "can i take these off?" he whispers. you nod your head. he flashes a smile as he takes off your skirt, cooing at your choice of panties. oh, how he wanted to rip them off of you so bad. instead of doing that and potentially scaring you off, he rubbed you through your panties, and your reaction just made him more eager. he slid your panties off, and took his shirt off.

you were practically drooling at the sight of him shirtless, and that just made you even more wet. you were subtly bucking your hips in the air and jeongin took that as a sign you still wanted more. he suddenly went in your legs and licked a fat strip in your arousal. you shuddered and almost screamed out. jeongin kept going, loving your reactions. he slid a digit in your hole, groaning when your pussy was too tight to take it. you clenched around his finger in pain, but him eating you out took away most of the pain.

"i-i have this weird feeling.." you managed to stutter out. "would you like me to stop?", jeongin let go, concern lacing his voice. "no! keep going", you almost screamed out. "i just have this weird feeling like.. i need to pee." you said, still moaning in between words. jeongin raised his eyebrows and put a smirk. "don't worry about it." he said, going back to lick your nub, except faster now.

"j-j-jeongin!! i think im-" you cut out, followed by you shaking your legs and collapsing back on the bed. jeongin kept going, riding your high out. "p-please stop now", you shuddered, kicking him away. "how was it?" jeongin said, laughing. "amazing.. how did you do that? the pain in between my legs is gone." you said in utter shock.

"we're not done yet, angel." jeongin said, unbuckling his pants. he took off his pants and boxers and came back to sit in front of you. he kissed you on the lips and said, "now this might hurt just a bit..", he said while slowly pushing himself in you. you comepletely arched your back off the bed and nearly shrieked in pain. "jeongin.." you whimpered out with glassy eyes. "i know, angel, its gonna get better soon, i promise." he said, kissing your neck to relieve some of the pain.

when jeongin bottomed out, you looked down and gasped. "i feel so full" you said in shock. "can i move now?" he asked, looking in your eyes for any sign of discomfort. you nodded, and he took that as the cue to start moving. he thrusted slowly at first, throwing his head back and groaning out multiple cuss words with your name. you felt more turned on by his reaction, so you asked him to keep going. he started going faster and you were holding onto the bedsheets because of the pleasure. he went faster, rubbing your clit because he knew if he stayed in your velvety walls a second more, he would blow.

you almost screamed as your orgasm hit you like a train, jeongin cumming in you at the sight of you reaching euphoria. jeongin threw his head back and thrusted out his high as you whimpered loudly at the overstimulation. jeongin flopped on top of you, making sure to catch himself to not hurt you. he layed on top of you for a while, dick softening inside you. he slid out, grabbing towels to clean himself and you up. he made sure to clean you up carefully, as if you were glass and could break any second. he cleaned himself up and laid in bed with you, spooning you.

"how was it?" he whispered, hands detangling your silky hair. "it was so amazing, could i come to you again when i need your help?" you said, blushing profusely. "of course, angel. i'll always help you."

UHHHH I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS EVEN THO IT WAS QUITE SHITTY😭😭 THANK U FOR THE WONDROUS ASK!!

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quiet-girl-short-stories · 11 months

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Hayate's Training

Men who did martial arts have always turned Cassie on. It was something about seeing the amount of skill and dedication that just got her going. So when Hayate invited her out to watch him... or something to that effect, she knew she couldn't turn him down.

She actually sat waiting for him to get a break, but she stared and watched as every muscle that tensed at his movements.

His hair stuck to his face and when he took a pause to calm his breathing, that didn't help Cassie; he looked as if nothing could bother him and that going near him would only end badly.

Others were in the room, but Cassie didn't know any of them, so staring at Hayate was just as good. Hayate took a breath and began his stretches.

Yeah much more worth it.

After ten minutes of him stretching and Cassie drooling, he was finally let go. Hayate's eyes immediately went to the door and he found Cassie standing there. He smiled and went to her as he dried himself off.

"You're late," he said once he was in front of her.

"I'm not, you were just practicing for so long."

He chuckled. "I know, I'm joking with you."

As always, then why even sound so serious? That shits not funny. He walked off to collect his jacket and get his water bottle, Cassie followed behind him like a puppy.

"But since you are here how about we stay and watch the others."

"Is that okay?"

He nodded. "We're training together, this'll help me become a good teacher too. The more I see, the better I'll be able to see what mistakes people make. Plus, it'll help me to see my own issues and know how I can help." Wow, you got all this shit figured out don't you? "But besides that, I figured you wanted to stay and watch anyway."

"Why do you think that?"

"You've always been interested in stuff like this." He crossed his arms. "Like boxing right?"

Her face went red. "Yeah..." Shyly, she averted her eyes from him and heard Hayate laughing.

"Although I can't teach you anything about boxing, I can teach you some self defense techniques."

"You don't have to do that."

"As you always say, just take my lesson and accept it."

She stared at him, Being so close to you scares me and who knows where you'll have to touch on top of all that but-

"Okay... maybe just a few things."

...

"Hold your arm over your face, keep your other hand out so if you can grab something do it." He positioned her arms then moved to see how she looked. "That's good, but remember to tense up, I can tell you aren't."

Then why don't you help me then, Cassie did as he said and kept her arms tense. After a few minutes, he told her to put her arms down.

"Now, to be sure you actually learned something, I'm going to come at you. If you do this you should be able to block me."

With him now in front of her, he approached her. Cassie watched his hand reach out for her and no matter ehat she was taught, she still flinched snd just covered her face. Hayate chuckled and she felt him grab her wrists.

"W-what's funny?" She said lowering her arms.

"That you panicked even though you knew I was coming at you."

I can't help that this shit scares me.

"Sorry, I'm kind of nervous."

He was still pressed against her. "Well, let's try again." He finally stepped back and let her get ready, once she was, he approached her again.

This time, Cassie blocked his arms and grabbed his shirt with her other hand.

She waited a bit before looking up. "N-now what?"

He smirked before moving his other hand to where she was grabbing. "Naturally, people would reach for the hand that grabbed them, that's when you hit them. You'd aim for exposed areas of the body, such as the nose or throat."

Cassie committed this information to memory, she hoped she'd never have to use it, but it was nice to have.

Hayate was staring at her while Cassie thought about what he said. He gently pulled her arms down, but remained holding her.

"How about we try another position you may find yourself in?"

"Uh, okay."

Hayate smiled and turned her around. Cassie then saw his arms as they wrapped around her shoulders.

What the hell?

Hayate chuckled near her ear. "You're not scared are you? I'll stop if you are?"

Cassie wasn't scared for the reason he was thinking, so she shook her head.

"Okay, then I'll continue." His embrace got tighter.

So much so that Cassie felt he could lift her in his arms and start dragging her.

"Now you tell me. What should you do in this position?"

Remembering what he told her, she should try fighting back and aiming for exposed areas. However, with her arms pinned down, she could really only fling them back and forth.

"Exposed areas so..." Her hand happened to be right where his hips were and the only thing she could think of was an organ she'd rather not touch... Well...

"Yes, I can tell you know where to aim by your hesitation. The groin is a good place to hit when pinned like that, you could also headbutt me considering your height."

Is that meant to mean I'm short? Why do you people think I'm so short?

"Remember your legs as well, you could kick back and hit their knee or stomp on their foot. Also, this can work if you're grabbed from the front. Would you like to be sure you can actually do this?"

Cassie made a face. Having your crotch against my back again sounds like a nightmare, but having your strong arms around me is a dream.

Simply, she nodded.

Hayate went to her and prompted when he'd grab her.

Once he did, he said, "can you remember the places?"

"Yeah, exposed areas..." With a gentle demonstration, she moved her head in a headbutting motion, swung her leg softly and moved her hand to once again hover his midsection. Her face went red. "I-I can't touch there."

He chuckled, but remained holding her. Now it was less in a threatening manner and more in a loving embrace.

"If you feel threatened then those manners should be thrown out the window. Remember this much: no matter your relationship if someone is overstepping your bounds you need to defend yourself."

Too bad I'm not scared like that, I just need you to let me breathe!

He removed himself from her and stood with a smile. "You're actually pretty good at this, plus you have enough strength to defend yourself normally." Well my brothers were annoying when we were kids. "Though, I feel like we've wasted the entire day."

"I learned something, so it wasn't really wasted."

His smile returned. "How about I just take you home then?" She agreed and began getting her things as Hayate did. "Oh, but how about we go out later in the week?"

Cassie stood up normally but found Hayate closely in front of her.

The smile on his lips caused Cassie's mouth to open but nothing came out. He chuckled after a bit and touched the top of her head affectionately.

"I'll take that as a yes."

Cassie closed her mouth and once more just nodded. Hayate walked to the door. Cassie kept her back to him and gestured violently at herself.

You're an idiot! He's not that pretty, so relax and learn to talk!

"Cassie?"

She turned back and gave him a small smile before joining him at the door.

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Le Chat Et Le Serpent - Chapter 30

Please note that the entirety of this story is a ****TRIGGER WARNING***** - mentions of child abuse, graphic violence, alcohol use, mental health, suicide, suicidal ideation, self-harm - basically a constant blow of pain towards the characters - as well as some "steamier" moments.

Chapter Summary:

We see Luka’s perspective from the moment after Adrien brushes him off after their gruesome finding. He gets a visit from an old friend.

Trigger warning: Mention of Suicide and Loss**

I know that this story started with a suicide, but the following chapter will handle it differently. I would like to note that suicide and suicidal ideation is a key theme through this story.

Right now, I just wanted to take a moment to say if you’re feeling trapped, please reach out to your local distress centre. Depression affects way too many people.

The second piece I would like to say, I am extremely sorry if you have ever lost someone to suicide. You need to know that it was not, and it never could be your fault. - I have joked that this story is a product of my own effed up brain child. But the jovial words are clearly built within reality. So dealing with my own darkness can include dealing with past traumas. These moments, the moments that built the skeleton of my story, are not there to make light of the situation. They are meant to be an artist approach to the pain we can’t ever effectively put into words. - Thank you to everyone who has been reading my story thus far. I wish you all the best of health and happiness.

Chapter 30: How to Save A Life

Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness And I would have stayed up with you all night Had I known how to save a life

-The Fray

Unable to intervene, Luka stayed limp in his forlorn position, the sporadic lights illuminating his dejected demeanour. By means of comfort, the medic, who had intervened in his and Adrien’s conversation, rested his hand upon Luka’s shoulder. The motion slightly lifted open Luka’s stiff jean jacket.

“Listen, you did all you could. Even if he doesn’t appreciate it, you may have saved his life.” He spoke in an expertised calm voice.

However, his performance didn’t fool Luka. The crescendoing drums reflected the stress blaring under the medic’s skin. Hoping to appease the medic, he gave a tight lipped nod; his chin nearly brushed the stain around his collar.

“Shit kid, are you okay?” He burst open the jacket to reveal Luka’s newly toned shirt. It had begun to dry, effectively adhering itself to Luka’s chest.

All too cognisant of the looming cameras, Luka forced his jacket closed. “None of it’s mine.”

Baffled, the medic blankly nodded. “Um… do you want to get checked just in case? I'm sure a psych eval could do you good too.” Only one of the boys bled, but both were certainly scathed from the situation.

“No.” Luka followed Adrien’s suit. “I just have to get home.”

“We can give you a ride!” The medic offered, pointing backwards towards the ambulance.

“It’s not a long walk, I’ll be fine.” Luka started treading forward, the ground a burning cold against his foot.

“You don’t have to punish yourself for his decision. I meant what I said, you did the right thing. I’ve never seen that much blood from a nosebleed.” The medic desperately wanted to help in some way.

Luka meekly smiled as he pushed forward. He paced the vehicles as they drove through the front gates.

“Sir! Can you tell us what happened?”

“What is your relationship with Adrien Agreste?”

“Why didn’t he take the ambulance?”

“Whose body was found?”

“Is there going to be a murder investigation?”

Luka had no idea how Adrien could handle the vultures with such a high chin. He waded through the repetitive questions, mildly regretting turning down a ride home.

After he finally broke the sight of the zealous reporters, he motioned for Sass to free himself from the confines of Luka’s jacket.

“Are you okay?” Sass had been close enough to feel Luka’s anxious breathing and erratic heartbeat. Once freed, he could see the degree of dejection that encompassed Luka’s face.

Clicking his jaw, Luka silently held back tears. After a few beats, he turned to Sass. “Just need to get home. Sass, scales slither.”

Juleka jolted at the sound of the bedroom door opening, nearly pushing Rose off the single bed.

“What are you doing back?” She rubbed her eyes as Luka removed his single shoe.

“Adrien and I are over.” Luka huffed as he stomped towards the bathroom, slamming it behind him.

Rose gave a soft pat to Juleka, telling her to follow. Juleka’s toes barely touched the ground by the time Rose resumed her soft snoring.

Sass was trying to reason with Luka as he stripped off his stained shirt. “Just get some rest, you two can talk about it in the morning.”

Luka tensed as the red garment squashed onto the floor.

“Jesus.” Juleka stood before her twin brother, who was coated in blood. “What happened? Are you okay?”

Luka pushed away her hands. “I’m fine. It’s not mine.” he growled, tired of having to repeat himself.

“Did you? Is Adrien? What happened?” Juleka couldn’t find the right question.

“I called an ambulance for his unholy nosebleeds, and now he fucking hates me.” Luka briefly summarised the events of the night.

There was no good reason for her twin to have this much blood on him. Even worse, to have someone mad at him for reacting to it. “You should have just let him bleed out, less stress for you.” Juleka scoffed.

“You know I can’t do that… and now… he hates me Jules.” His throat stung as it swole at the gravity of his own words.

Juleka wanted to slam on Adrien’s door and give him hell. Luka had never presented as so incredibly unravelled, even when she had visited him in the psych ward years before. Adrien had brought him past the point of insanity. Without any ammo besides Agreste death threats, she wrapped her arms around Luka’s waist.

Luka’s body convulsed within Juleka’s hold, his tears no longer having a reason to hide. “Why does he hate me?” He wilted into Juleka’s hold as his sobs threatened to drown him.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea, Jules.” Rose cringed at her girlfriend's mischievous smile.

“It’s fine, he always wears bottoms when you’re here.” She responded as she twirled Luka’s sheets around her wrist.

“I thought you said he was really upset last night!” Rose whispered in a panic as Juleka started winding up.

“Exactly.” She responded flatly as she whipped the blanket out, forcing the slumbering Luka to tumble towards the ground.

Luka groaned from his new place on the floor. He tried to pull back the blanket to resume his sleeping, even if it was on the floor.

“Rise and shine, beautiful.” Juleka smirked as she pulled the last of the blanket, flipping Luka to his stomach on the ground.

“Whyyy?” Luka whined as he smushed his face against the floor.

“You have a visitor! And your mom made breakfast!” Rose tried to take the sting from Juleka’s harsh wake up routine.

Luka’s hair was erratic and his face scrunched as he looked towards the couple. “Rose, I want you to know that my following actions have nothing to do with you.” Before Rose could ask, Luka tossed the middle finger in Juleka’s direction as he continued pressing his head against the floor.

“Hmpf.” Juleka turned her back to the situation.

Rose stood confused as Juleka walked towards the bathroom. As soon as Luka heard the faucet he leapt to his feet, screaming. “Don’t you dare!”

“Too late, it’s already on.” Juleka mumbled as she filled up her cup.

“Rose, I’m sorry about this.” Luka apologised as he jumped on Juleka’s bed holding Rose in front of him.

Rose giggled as the man almost twice her size cowered behind her.

Juleka’s eyes glimmered as she softly stepped out of the bathroom with her weapon in hand. You can’t hide behind Rose.

“No! I’m up! I’m waving the white flag!” Luka attempted to shrink behind Rose.

Juleka was undeterred by Luka’s surrender, maintaining her threat of oncoming attack.

“Don’t you dare!” Rose warned as Juleka stepped forward.

“You chose to get in the middle.” Juleka snickered as she approached.

Before Juleka had a chance to fire, Anarka flew the door open. “Come on ye matey’s, a girl be waiting for ye.” Anarka played the mediator as she took the glass of water from Juleka.

“Thank you, Mom!” Luka shouted from behind Rose.

Anarka chuckled at the situation before reiterating that they needed to get their arses upstairs.

As Anarka’s steps receeded, Luka popped over Rose’s shoulder. “Who’s here?”

“I dunno, maybe your new girlfriend?” Juleka mocked. Luka reciprocated by sticking out his tongue.

Luka rose to his feet, distracted by the identity of the visitor. The rapid rhythm of Rose’s dainty feet fleeing signalled that something was awry. He spun to find Juleka had stolen the glass by his own bedside, dousing him.

“Criss colis de tabarnack! Vraiment, Jules?” Luka jetted towards her, but her squeal powered her high speed escape.

He roared after her, absent minded to the fact that he was wearing nothing but boxers as he ran to the brunch on deck.

“Nice panties.” Alix jested as the sun shone over Luka.

Raising his forearm to block out the sun, he confirmed the familiar tone of the voice. She was pushing against the floor, balancing on the back two legs of the chair.

“Never seen a guy in his underwear, hey? We tend to call them boxers.” Luka weakly defended the comment on his appearance.

“Luka!” Anarka scolded the boy. “Put some clothes on!”

Juleka chortled at her triumph as Luka sped back downstairs.

“Eh! Enough outta ye! I know what cha did!” Anarka redirected her tone towards Juleka, who promptly worked to suppress her laughter.

“Glad to see things don’t change.” Alix beamed towards Juleka. “I thought models were supposed to carry them with elegance at all times.”

Juleka was currently in the process of shoving an oversized bite of toast in her mouth.

“I don’t think Jules got that message.” Rose snickered before taking a sip of orange juice.

Luka skipped steps as he bounded back to the crew on deck. He nearly shook the boat with how aggressively he dropped his butt beside Alix. Stretching his arm out, he gave her an amicable side hug. “It’s been a while! What have you been up to?”

“Travelling.” She raised her eyebrows with a grin, knowing that only the holders at the table truly understood her definition of the word.

“Are you here to stay?” Luka asked as he piled food onto his plate.

“Jesus you got big.” Alix scoffed at the amount of food he put on his plate.

“What? You didn’t get a good enough look when you checked me out in my ‘panties’?” He joked as he shoved a piece of toast in his mouth.

Rose and Alix shared a covert laugh at the twins’ identical approach to food.

“Not my type.” She coolly avoided the retort battle that they were bound to enter.

Luka gulped down his chunk of toast. “Are you here to stay? Or to at least tell us about some of the awesome stuff you saw?”

“You know how these travels go… can’t say much. All work, no play.” She thrived on the impatient energy that circled the table. “I’m here because we need to talk.”

Juleka shot towards Luka. She was about to ask him what idiotic thing he had done, in their practised Quebec slang, but the conversation was quick to move forward.

“Oh,” he mumbled, assuming she was there to discuss the identity reveal.

“Eat up. You’ll need your energy before I kick your ass.” She pointed towards his food.

“What did I do wrong?” Luka asked, exasperated that blame was constantly aimed towards him.

“Well, you go too slow, you’re handling’s shit, and you’re not as good as me.” She counted her insults along her fingers, hoping that Luka would not look too far past her facade.

Luka was too distracted to listen closely to the tone of her words. Instead, he was thrilled by the idea of going head to head, or bike to blades, just like old times.

“You’re going down.” Luka shook his fork at her before taking another mouthful of eggs.

The purpose for the meeting was all but forgotten as Alix and Luka slipped into their old ways. For hours they practised tricks and raced around the track. Alix had the advantage on the short laps since she could gain initial speed faster than Luka. If they had a longer track Luka knew he would always win, yet he never asked for one.

As the sky turned mandarin, they leaned against the picnic table, eagerly gulping at their water bottles.

“Thanks for this Alix, I really needed it.” He pushed the sight of Adrien’s harrowing eyes from his memory.

“Of course!” She gave him a small arm bump. “I can’t imagine spending every moment of your day with a sad cat to be great for your mood.”

“It was nice being there. But, it’s painful not knowing how to help.” Luka picked at the edges of his water bottle. He felt an incredible sting of guilt at the reality of his words.

“Unfortunately, only he can do that. All you can do is be there and hope he makes the right decisions.” Alix stated with confidence. She was always a relief to be around, she was the only holder that never felt the need to hide behind a mask in her everyday life.

Luka nodded, it was Adrien’s choice. But for an intelligent man he made a lot of dumb decisions, and the wrong one could cost him his life.

“Alright, shoot your question.” Alix pushed her chin onto her fist waiting for the inquiry she knew Luka was burning to ask. Last time she didn’t give him a chance to ask and it had met the same fate as before intervention, only delayed.

“If you already know, why don’t you just tell me?” Luka attempted to skirt his responsibility.

“If only, if only the woodpecker sang.”

Sighing, Luka finally released the question that he didn’t want to hear the answer to. “Ladybug wants me to help her in an identity reveal with Chat. I know that I’ve helped them tell each other their identities before and Sass had to fix things. And even worse, Ladybug used to be terrified about a ‘Chat Blanc’? But now she just seems fine with the idea. I just need to know, will helping them result in tragedy?”

“Sharing their identity can always be risky, but both of those consequences were caused by Gabriel. With Chat Blanc, Gabriel pushed him so hard. But he’s strong, you know?” Alix looked towards Luka for confirmation. She wanted him to focus on that one instead of digging into the second; it would be too easy to misinterpret.

“Yeah,” Luka exhaled, his enervation from the night before still clouding his head. It was true that Adrien had been through more than most people could handle; he was constantly put to the test and managed to pass with flying colours. Hell, Gabriel was waging war within his house and Adrien still defended Paris while spouting puns. It was without a doubt that Adrien was the strongest person he’d ever met.

“He fought the control, hard. But the powers were too great. By resisting the control, his negative emotions soared, creating a mega cataclysm that straight-up took out the moon.” Alix spread her hands as she pointed towards the sky.

“Holy shit - do you think his powers could evolve to that on their own?” Luka couldn’t fathom that magnitude of an attack.

“God, I hope not! Not even Plagg has fucked with the moon. Yet.” It was never safe to assume that Plagg would behave.

“Do you think I should help Ladybug figure out Chat’s identity?” He didn’t want to play with vague words or possibilities anymore. He wanted a firm direction.

“Luka, we always got along because you saw things other people didn’t. You understand in a depth that most people can’t begin to imagine. I didn’t come here to answer that question. You already know.” It was Alix’s blunt honesty that Luka had admired.

“I need to ask him, himself.” Luka sucked his teeth.

“Bingo. If he says yes and it gets too fucked up, you know I’ll pop you right out.” Alix poked him in the chest.

They shared a soft chuckle before Alix accepted the fact that it was her turn to face the terms that brought her. “Now, for the reason I’m here.”

“I don’t know what else to ask, nothi-” Alix shook her head as a manner to silently cut him off.

“No, it’s not that.” She intertwined her hands together to give herself support.

She was silent as she held back tears, trying to remember the best things to say. Luka shifted closer, drawn by her morose melody.

Luka held himself so confidently, always willing to give a shoulder to cry on. She’d lived the morning three times, each time more surreal than the last. Luka’s infectious laugh, him and Juleka’s teasing.

She was exploring the world when she decided to check back on home. She hadn’t come back soon enough. She had to return to a time with less music.

Luka’s death had ruined her.

She never got to say goodbye.

She had barely spoken to him in months.

She burdened herself with guilt. Afterall, she was one of the people who left him.

Hours, probably days, were spent rewatching the time they had spent together. He was a strong man, but held too much weight upon his shoulders. Every direction he turned, things fell apart. Stuck in an endless cycle of abandonment, heartbreak, and failure he couldn’t cope anymore.

Alix despised that she wasn’t there for Luka. But she hated that she didn’t help Juleka either.

Juleka was alone when she violated her terms with Agreste Industries. She was supposed to be boarding a plane to model abroad when Luka’s therapist called. The doctor was concerned about Luka’s safety and Juleka was his emergency contact.

When his phone didn’t ring, Juleka thwarted her plans to head a search. She tried to track his phone, but it had been completely disconnected. Luka’s phone was in his pocket as he plunged into the water.

For months, the world was devoid of music. Alix desperately wanted to turn back time, but she was all too familiar with the regulations that bound her. Pulling him off the bridge was not an option. At least, not until things began to fall apart.

A broken timeline was never a positive thing. It was always a panicked race to fix what had been wronged. This time, it was a gift, a chance to set things right. Not only for the timeline, but for herself. Luka’s death was the shift that led to disaster.

The first time she went back, she tackled him at the bridge. She felt hopeful once her and Juleka dropped him off to get intensive psychiatric care. But, he was too smart for his own good. He never made it to the end of his 72 hour hold.

She kept going back, having countless conversations, trying to find the right questions to ask, the right time. Everything led back to the day after him and Adrien split. He could have gotten through that, but it impaired his ability to deal with everything else. Today’s meeting was the only way to ensure that Luka would be there to sign the contracts.

“Things are, they’re going to get bad, Luka.” Alix shut her eyes as she tried to grasp the correct words. “We all love you.” Her tears fell before she could stop them.

“I’m so sorry.” Luka apologised without fully comprehending what for. Alix eagerly accepted his embrace as she sobbed.

“It- it -,” she took a moment to breathe deeply and centre herself. Sniffling, she pushed through. “Adrien loves you too.”

He furrowed his brows, confused at how such an admission required a time reversal. It felt like a ploy more than it felt like honesty, but Luka knew Alix was not one to lie.

“Things are going to… they’re going to get hard. But you can’t give up. They need you. We need you. There is going to be a mission that only you can complete.” She clenched her teeth at the reason why it was uniquely him that needed to survive. Before Master Fu found his Agreste unicorn, Luka was the only other person he seriously considered for the Miraculous of the Cat.

“Okay… Can you tell me anything else?” It was difficult to accept a simple ‘life will suck, be happy’. He kept his arms around her until she was ready to break the hold.

“Follow your heart. I know there are a hundred things internally and externally that work to dictate your thinking. Don’t do what you think is right on paper, do what that stupid thing in your chest is telling you to do.” She despised knowing that she was throwing him into the flame, but it was far better than the alternative.

Luka ran his hand along his face. Whatever catastrophe exists in the future, it was obviously related to Adrien. “Do we finally get a chance, does it really happen?”

“I can’t tell you that. What I can tell you, is that it’s the only way we keep the timeline moving forward…Wanna do another lap?” She was eager for a distraction.

“Ready to get your ass kicked?” Luka strapped his helmet back on, sharing the same sentiment as her. He didn’t want to think about how Alix seemed to be speaking in paradoxes. She told him to follow his heart and pointed towards Adrien. But his heart told him to run.

“Ready to see you lose again!” She tightened her blades as they prepared for another race.

Author's Notes:

Criss colis de tabarnack - I have been saying this slurs for years without saying ‘de’ - I can’t help but wonder if my natively Quebec friends never corrected me, or if it just worked anyway, because the slurs are ridiculous anyway haha. I put this in because, even though I primarily speak English, I’ll revert to French in random moments of stress. And I enjoyed the fact that it could highlight some of the sailing the Couffaine family has done. Also, for reasons unbeknownst to myself, ‘vraiment’ is one of my favourite French words. “VRAIMENT?” Sounds way better than “SERIOUSLY?”

I always loved the concept of Alix and Luka hanging out in the background. They just both seemed so genuine. I feel like, if they were in real life, they would either be best friends or hate each other.

There are comments of them ragging on each other (specifically Luka in his underwear) but I feel like it’s prudent to mention - I strongly believe that Alix is asexual and aromantic. It’s one of the reasons the nomad life is so appropriate for her. There was absolutely no intent of romantic inclination in their conversation.

I wasn’t originally going to focus the title theme on the morose topic, but considering the conversation in the beginning notes, the Fray seemed like a perfect choice. The struggle to deal with not knowing how to save someone from themselves was heartbreakingly apt. Also, it’s just generally a beautiful song. How to Save a Life by The Fray

Adrien’s chapter is up next!

Let me know what you thought about this chapter! Or even use this chapter as an excuse to talk about your feelings! I appreciate you all for reading <3

Disclaimer * The characters and original plot were written and created by Thomas Astruc. This writing is merely an interpretation in a sad gay type of way.

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hiddlewhore · 3 years

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Proud of you

Warnings: smut. Idc if you're not 18+ but be at least 15+ ty

Summary: after the premiere of shang chi and the legend of the ten rings. You have some fun and reward him for being such a good boy ;)

A/n: to the ppl who requested stuff. I'm kinda having a writer's block on those and I was just so excited to write this one so I hope yall don't mind. Also this is kinda gender neutral I think?

"U ready babe?" My boyfriend asked and I replied with "Yeah just a second."

In a few minutes we would stand on the red carpet for the premiere of simu's new film. The first Asian character with his own movie in the mcu. It's so special to him and he's been so excited for weeks. Well for years actually.

I walked down the stairs and simu was waiting for me in the living room. He saw me and his jaw dropped. "W...wow you look so...sexy..." I blushed and stepped closer to him. "And you look soo handsome. Gosh if we didn't had to go right now, I would've literally jumped on you and fucked you on the couch." I said and he laughed. "We still have some time" He smirked and his face was close to mine. I grabbed his cheek with my hand and smiled. "If we get home, I promise." I winked and kissed him. His hands rubbed my back and wandered to my butt. He softly rubbed it and looked at me with sparkles in his eyes. "I love you." He whispered softly. "I love you too but we really need to go now." I said and he nod. He opened the door of the car like a real gentleman and we left.

Cameras were flashing, interviewers were asking simu questions, fans were asking for pictures...everything was so cool and simu was an absolute sweetheart throughout all of this. And he was just so happy to be here. Him talking about inspiring little Asian kids made my eyes water. Gosh I'm so lucky to call him mine. He held me as much as possible. His hand was on my hip the whole time and he would sometimes kiss me for a picture.

We finished watching the movie and it was better than I ever expected. The visual effects, the story line, him...everything was perfect. I was so proud of him. I often looked away from the screen to look at simu. His hand was holding mine the whole time, his eyes fixed on the movie and his mouth was forming a big smile. But I must say, when his shirtless scene came up, I was getting kinda hot and I'm pretty sure he noticed. I shifted in my seat and crossed my legs trying to relieve some of the tension that was going on in my pants.

We arrived home and he asked "Hey everything okay" And I snapped out of my thoughts. "What? Yes sorry...I was just thinking" I replied. "About?" He raised an eyebrow and I smiled. "About you obviously..." and a smirk formed on my face. "Good because I was also thinking about you. About all the things I want to do to you right now." "Oh? Well show me then." I said and he bit his lip.

He grabbed my face and kissed me. I opened my mouth and we were making out like crazy. He pushed me against the wall and I felt a weird tingling feeling in my stomach. Oh my god he's so hot. His tongue was exploring my mouth while I took his jacket off. He was only wearing a white shirt now that hugged his muscular body perfectly. I swear I could've just cummed right there and then. He pulled away and we caught our breaths.

"You know that I LOVE you in this beautiful red dress but I really want to see what's under it now so if you don't mind?" I licked my lips and he pulled the straps of my dress down and kissed my shoulder. He was biting and sucking on it definitely leaving marks. He moved to my neck and sucked on my sweet spot. "O-oh y-yes..." I threw my head back and moaned. "Gosh you look so sexy like this" He said and picked me up. While he walked to our bedroom, i started to kiss his neck. "Love, if you don't want me to trip and drop you, I'd stop doing what you're doing right now." I laughed and said sorry when I felt a hard smack on my ass. "Sorry who?" He said with a low voice and I raised my eyebrow. "Really? You want me to call you daddy?" We arrived in our bedroom, he threw me on our bed and whispered in my ear. "Yes, if you want to cum, you have no other choice."

His words sent shivers down my spine and I grew wetter with the second. I've never seen his so dominant before. I liked it but it was his big day and I wanted to take care of him. I pulled him with me on the bed and got on top of him. His eyes widened and I kissed him. I bit his lip and whispered "not today baby boy, I'm gonna make you feel good. It's your day."

"But I want to make you feel goo-" I cut him off with another kiss while my hands took his pants and his shirt off revealing his toned abs.I took his dick out of his white boxers and rubbed it. Pre-cum leaked from his tip and I sucked on it making him groan. My tongue swirled around it and his hand flew to my hair grabbing my locks tightly. "D-don't s-stop l-love..." He moaned and I felt the same fluttering feeling in my stomach again.

I bobbed my head and tried to get him as much in my mouth as I could. His tip hit my throat and my hand stroked the rest. His head fell back and his eyes were closed. I released him from my mouth and said "look at me when I make you cum pretty boy." He groaned in frustration and I continued sucking him off. His moans and groans grew louder with the second so I knew he was close. I went faster and he grabbed my hair again and shoved my head all the way down on his dick and came in my mouth. He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. I swallowed his cum and he smiled. His hand grabbed a strand of my hair and put it behind my ear. "You're so beautiful like this...I could look at you forever. And seeing you swallowing all my cum makes me so..."

I licked his abs, his neck and finally kissed him again. Him tasting himself on my tongue. "Gosh babe you'll be the death of me." "If it makes you feel good, gladly." We laughed and he looked at me with so much love in his eyes. "What?" I blushed. "I love you so much." He whispered and I whispered back "I love you more."

"And now it's my turn to make you cum." He said and got on top of me.

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judeswhore · 3 years

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Your a liverpool fan and it’s abit awkward after the loss with jadon coz your buzzing and he’s ovs sad some angst and fluff x

FIRST JADON FIC? I AM: SCARED,,, idk how i feel abt this but i wanted to get it out tonight after that game so HERE WE GO

your loss, my win - jadon sancho

You knew the second Jadon met you outside of the stadium that things were about to get incredibly awkward. He was furious, brows drawn together, body wound tight and you watched the way his eyes turned even more stormy when he noticed the Liverpool shirt clinging to your upper body.

Maybe the loss wouldn’t have been as bad if he didn’t have to come out to his girlfriend wearing the oppositions kit. He’d seen you in the stands with your friends, clapping and grinning, celebrating the win at the expanse of his feelings. Maybe it was petty and maybe he was acting like a child but he was annoyed and he was allowed to be upset that you were practically rubbing the shit performance in his face.

He ignored your little hi as he climbed into the car, waiting in silence for you to settle into the passenger seat, and your elated feeling over your childhood teams win slowly ebbed when you locked your seatbelt. Jadon was clearly ignoring you, gaze turned to the front of the car and you frowned across at him. He could be upset about his clubs loss all he wanted, you’d be the same if it was the other way round but he didn’t need to take it out on you. You weren’t on the field.

“Do you wanna spend the night at my place? My flatmates are out so we could cook something and watch a movie.” You tried to keep your voice soft, hands reaching into the back seat to pull one of Jadon’s jackets on over your Liverpool shirt in hopes of getting rid of his frown.

“No, think I just wanna go home and get some rest.” His words were blunt, a finality to his tone that had your frown turning into a slight glare.

“Why are you being rude?” He cut a quick glance at you across the car, his own face twisted into a look of anger. You raised your eyebrows at him, annoyed that he wanted to be bitchy to you when if the roles were reversed he’d be teasing you relentlessly about the loss. You knew things weren’t going well for him as an individual in the team but you’d been there to support him, Liverpool fan or not.

“We just lost, Y/N. 5 fucking nil. Do you know how humiliating that is?” Jadon kept his gaze on the road, hands twisting over the steering wheel.

“How is that my fault?”

“It’s not but do you really have to wear the stupid shirt? It was bad enough having my girlfriend in the oppositions stands but to have her meet me wearing their kit? I look ridiculous.” You folded your arms over your chest and huffed out a breath at his words. He was a little annoyed about you wearing the Liverpool shirt this morning but that was all teasing, now he was pissed over something that meant nothing in the grand scheme of things.

"No one gives a shit what team I support, Jadon and it shouldn't matter to you either. Yeah so you lost and I'm sorry for that, I'd be feeling shitty right now if the roles were reversed but why is it effecting us? I'm sitting in your car, asking you to spend the night with me, not going to some weird Liverpool celebration bash.” You pouted and turned your own gaze out of the side window.

“It’s not effecting us.. I just.. I’m annoyed, okay, I’m allowed to be annoyed.” You kept your eyes on the passing cars, mind set on not looking at your boyfriend while he was being rude.

“Obviously, but I’m not Mo fucking Salah am I? Go be in a mood with him for how the match turned out, not me.” You heard Jadon’s soft sigh and then a second later his hand landed on your thigh, thumb brushing over the fabric of your trousers.

“I’m not in a mood with you, I’m just in a mood in general. We looked embarrassing today and then I kept seeing you looking so happy and I knew you weren’t happy for me, you were happy for the people beating me and then I have to come and see you in that shirt and it made me feel like shit.” You glanced down at his hand, eyes running over the ring he’d stolen from you and had slipped back of after the game.

“You knew I was gonna be supporting Liverpool before the match started, I’m sorry that you lost, you’re an incredible player and you deserve the wins. But we agreed we wouldn’t let team rivalries get in the way of us. I don’t want us to fight because one of our teams lost.” You leant your head back against the seat of his car, turning to look over at him, his jaw still tensed.

“We aren’t fighting,” He sighed again and squeezed your thigh a little. “Look, I’m sorry for being rude, I know it’s got nothing to do with you, I’m glad that you’re happy, I’m just annoyed about how shit this seasons going all of a sudden.” You let out your own sigh, lacing your fingers through his and bringing his hand up to your mouth. You pressed a soft kiss against each of his knuckles.

“You know that I’m always there for you right, whether I’m supporting Liverpool or not, you’re my number one thought. Yeah, I’ll admit I’m pretty happy about the outcome for my team but not for you. I don’t want you to lose games, I want you to be winning and to be happy after every match because you’re more important to me than a team, Jadon.” You leant across the centre console and pressed a kiss against his cheek, fingers brushing over the back of his head.

“I’m sorry for acting like a prat.” He mumbled, quickly turning his head to kiss you, attention darting between you and the road. “You have every right to celebrate your teams win, I would be right now if things had gone differently. There’s just so much pressure and I’m letting it get to me.”

“You need to give yourself a break. You know how insanely talented you are? You’re gonna bounce back, I know you are, you just need to focus on not pushing yourself too hard.” Jadon tapped his hand against the wheel, car slowing to a stop at a set of traffic lights. He turned to catch your eye, tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“Is the offer for a sleepover still open?”

“Depends, you gonna smash all my Liverpool memorabilia?”

“I’ll try to behave.” His gaze slid to the shirt you were wearing and he tugged a little at the hem of it. “This is coming off though, I’d rather you wore a bin bag if we’re being completely honest.”

“Wrong teams in the trash, J.” Your boyfriend sent you a glare across the car and you winced sheepishly. “Too soon?”

“I’d appreciate if we completely forgot which teams we support for the rest of our relationship.”

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fics-n-stuff · 3 years

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Deep Breaths

For @inquistitorebony, see request here

Pairing: Kaz Brekker × Reader

Summary: Y/N's anxiety gets the best of them on a job, but thankfully Kaz knows how to handle it.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Panic attacks, brief violence, fake blood, explosions

A/N: Ahh I'm so sorry this took me so long to write!! I had writer's block and I thought I was getting out of my slump but then it just got so much worse again. I had to try so hard to get this finished and I genuinely can't tell if it's good or not, so I really hope you enjoy it 🤞🏽❤

You knew the plan. At least, you thought you knew the plan. You could never be sure with Kaz. Regardless, you were in place where he’d told you to be, weapons concealed in your outfit and Jesper at your side.

“This is crazy. You realise this is crazy, right?” You said, peering around the corner of the alley to get a view of the bridge and the crowds of locals and tourists alike.

“Everything we do is crazy.” Jesper replied with a smirk. “That’s what makes it fun.”

Sometimes you had to wonder how you ended up here, working for Kaz Brekker of all people. The answer to that question was that Jesper had dragged you into it, but then came the question of how the hell you and Jesper had become friends in the first place. That answer was more complicated.

The university of Ketterdam was where your parents had sent you to keep you out of trouble, to get an education so that you could do something useful and conventional with your life. Unfortunately for them, you only succeeded in getting yourself into trouble. Jesper had been the root of that. He was the one who had encouraged you to join him and a group of students on that first night out in East Stave.

You’d managed to stay in university longer than him, but the pull of adventure that the Barrel offered eventually got the better of you. When Jesper fell in deep with the gambling halls and turned to Kaz and the Dregs, you had followed after him for no reason other than the thrill. Which was strange, considering the immense anxiety that you carried through life.

Jesper had questioned it at the time, and sometimes continued to question you on it, but you couldn’t explain it to him. The type of thrill that your exploits with the Dregs provided wasn’t the type that triggered your anxiety, generally speaking. Talking to people was your weak point, fighting or stealing from them was usually fine.

Kaz had been skeptical about you at first, but Jesper was adamant that he should bring you onboard. It wasn’t long before he came to see that you certainly had your uses and you worked in a team, especially with Jesper at your side. He never mentioned your anxiety, but nothing slipped past Kaz. He definitely knew even before he had witnessed the full effect of it, and you had noticed long ago how he tended to keep you off of jobs that might cause you to panic.

“I see the signal from Nina.” Jesper said, eyes on a flash of light coming from a window up the street. “Get ready.”

“Born ready.” You smirked.

“I’ve been rubbing off on you. I’m not sure I like what I’ve created.” He commented, and you rolled your eyes.

“Distraction time, Jes.” You said, bursting a capsule of fake blood between your teeth and slamming another one against you chest before stumbling out of the alleyway. Your nice, white shirt now had a fresh red stain, blood running down you chin, and you looked just like a well-to-do tourist who had run into the wrong crowd.

“Help!” You heard Jesper shout in Zemini right behind you, and eyes began to turn in your direction. “We’ve been attacked!”

“Somebody get help!” You followed up in a fake Zemini accent, which Jesper had earlier remarked upon as being scarily accurate. It was right then that the stadwatch patrol that you had been sent out to distract in the first place rounded the corner. “Guards! Help!”

The stadwatch turned to the source of the commotion, and rushed immediately over to you. That was something that they wouldn’t do if you were dressed in your regular Barrel attire.

“In Ghezen's name, what happened?” One of them exclaimed. Jesper began rambling in Zemini, doing a very good job of acting frantic with his hand on the tailored bruises around his eye and over his cheek. You caught a glimpse of Kaz emerging out of the next street down, completely unnoticed thanks to your distraction.

“Do you speak Kerch?” A guard asked you after being unable to get anything helpful out of Jesper.

“Yes, yes I speak Kerch.” You answered, straining your voice as if you were in pain. “They came out of nowhere, attacked us and stole our things.”

The guard reached out to move your shirt, and you let out a scream of pain to deter him. It worked and he jumped back, eyes wide and afraid.

“We need to get you to a medik.” He said quickly, and you nodded. You turned to Jesper and recited the Zemini sentence that you had practiced all morning, just incase an onlooker happened to actually be Zemini.

“Give me some help, I can't walk like this.” You said. He nodded, shaking his arm out of the grip of the other stadwatch guard and reaching out to pick you up. Practically effortless with all that farmer’s strength.

“Alright, follow us.” The guard said, but as he took the first step there was a deafening bang and a huge plume of smoke from the street around the corner.

Perfect timing, Wylan.

Panic overtook the street, the stadwatch guards turning their attention from you to the smoke rising over the buildings. They started shouting to the people around, trying to keep them calm.

Another blast sounded, and now people were running. Jesper set you down, and you patted over the pistol concealed in your jacket just in case.

“Let’s get moving.” Jesper said, as quietly as he could for you to still hear him over the commotion. You nodded, your heart beating fast as people stormed past you. You didn’t like big crowds, and there were more people here than it had initially appeared. There was a handkerchief in your pocket, and you took it out and wiped the fake blood off of your face.

The two of you began following the flow of the crowd, when suddenly there was a flash of light and a cloud of dust flew towards you as another blast went off up ahead.

That wasn’t part of the plan.

Your heart jumped and your breathing immediately quickened as the people who had been running that way now pressed back towards you. Jesper grabbed your arm, seeing the panic that was beginning to fill your eyes. The explosions weren’t creating any damage, just a loud bang and a lot of smoke, but these people didn’t know that and they wanted to get as far from them as possible as fast as possible.

“We’ll go around.” Jesper said, tugging on your arm to pull you after him as he made a beeline for the nearest alleyway.

Your heart was pounding in your ears as you let Jesper drag you through the alley onto the next street across, which was just as crowded with panicked people. He pulled you along behind him as he wove through the crowd towards the rendezvous point, your mind spinning and your chest tight. You didn’t even realise that you were there until he pushed you back against a wall and moved you to sit down on the ground.

“Hey, Y/N, look at me.” He said, a firm hand on your shoulder. “Deep breaths, okay?” He turned to look over his shoulder at Kaz and Wylan. “What happened? Why was there a third explosion?”

“Things didn’t go exactly according to plan.” Kaz replied. “We had to prolong the distraction to get away.”

“I always keep extra equipment on me; I gave it to Inej and told her to set it off further up from the bridge if we ran into trouble. It was the best option we had.” Wylan added.

“Right, well, tell that to Y/N's anxiety.” Jesper huffed.

“Jesper, you and Wylan have to keep going.” Kaz said.

“What? Look at Y/N, I’m not leaving-"

“Now, Jesper, or all of this has been for nothing.”

“But Y/N was supposed to come with us.” Wylan fretted.

“You’ll make it work. Now go, I’ll deal with Y/N.”

“This is my best friend, Kaz.” Jesper said, leaving your side to approach Kaz, practically squaring up to him. “This isn’t a problem you can solve with planning and scheming, this is a serious human issue and you don’t have a great record with those.”

“I have it handled, Jesper.” Kaz responded firmly.

“Go, Jesper.” You spoke up, elbows rested on drawn up knees, your chest rising and falling heavily. You nodded. “I’ll be fine.” He looked at you, concern on his face, but eventually sighed and nodded back.

“Alright.” He said, stepping back over and lightly patting your head comfortingly. “Come on, merchling.”

Jesper and Wylan moved on to the next step of the plan, leaving you and Kaz alone. He took a seat on the floor against the wall opposite you in the small space, his bad leg outstretched in front of him and his cane resting across his lap. You looked at him, the edges of your vision still blurry.

“I apologise for not warning you ahead of time.” He said after a moment. “I should have accounted for the fact that such a surprise would have a negative impact on you.”

Kaz was generally cold – unaffectionate and pragmatic – but you had a suspicion that he’d always secretly had a soft spot for you. He was considerate of your feelings; he was even almost nice to you when nobody else was around. You quite liked the Kaz that you got to see. It was different to the Kaz that Jesper always complained about.

“What could have possibly given the impression that I was impacted negatively?” You managed to joke, but you choked on your laugh as your body desperately tried to fill your lungs.

“Hey, look at me.” Kaz said before you could start hyperventilating again. “Put your knees down, open up your chest.” You complied, and your body thanked you for the action as some of the strain in your chest alleviated.

“Sometimes I wonder why the hell I put myself in these situations.” You panted.

“I did warn you against it, but you seemed determined to follow in Jesper's footsteps.” He replied. “You’ve made a pretty good go of it regardless. Hold your breath for a second, you’re still breathing too fast.”

You followed the instruction, drawing a deep breath and holding it in your chest for a few seconds, and when you let it out your breathing was slower.

“This is stupid.” You muttered. “I should be over this by now, it’s pathetic.”

“No it’s not.” Kaz said plainly. “It’s something you’ve experienced for a long time, it’s not just going to go away.”

“No one else let’s their problems get in the way on a job.”

“That’s not true, it just happens differently. You still have some fake blood on your face by the way.” It would be dry by now, no point trying to wipe it off with a handkerchief, so you simply shrugged.

“What does that mean, ‘it happens differently’?”

“If you pay close attention you’ll notice.” He answered vaguely. “Though, I know you’re very aware of the hurdle that the gambling halls pose to Jesper. That’s caused some trouble on jobs in the past.” You chuckled lightly, nodding in agreement.

You sat in silence for a while, focused on evening out your breathing. Kaz wasn’t good at dealing with emotions so you would expect that he wouldn’t be very good at dealing with your panic attacks, but actually his straightforward approach was pretty effective. Maybe his voice was just so commanding that even your anxiety couldn’t help but do what he said.

Generally, Kaz acted like the panic attack wasn’t happening. Just like today, other than to give you an instruction to calm you down he would just talk to you like he normally would. It was usually helpful, a good distraction or something like that.

There was one time, however, that Kaz had been more worried about you than you had thought was possible. It hadn’t been on a job, just a normal night at the Crow Club. You had been trying to drag Jesper away from the cards table when a fight had broken out. Being a member of the Dregs, and so technically a sort-of employee of the gambling hall, you had stepped in to try and break it up.

You weren’t intimidated by the fact that one of the men was at least twice your size, you had held your own against that before, and knowing that there was security that would step in soon had you assured that all would be fine. But when you placed a hand on one of the men’s shoulder – not the big guy, one of the other men in the fight – to try and stop him from going towards the man he had decided was his enemy, he had turned on you with such speed that you had no chance to defend yourself before his hand closed around your neck.

Your memory was a little spotty from that point on. You remembered being slammed against a wall, maybe even lifted off the ground. Jesper drew his gun, and you’re sure that if shooting customers wasn’t so frowned upon that he wouldn’t have hesitated to fire.

It didn’t last long. His outburst had effectively ended the fight that had been taking place and turned the attention of every assisting party to you. The man holding you had been taken down by a few swift hits from the hulking Dregs member that Kaz liked to have as security, and by that point Dirtyhands himself had been drawn out of his little office in the back by the commotion.

To hear Jesper tell it, it was like your body hadn’t realised that your airway was no longer being compressed and you just weren’t really breathing. Kaz had instructed Jesper and the security guard to get you up and into the back office before demanding an explanation from the person closest to him.

You didn’t see Kaz break the man’s hand with his cane, but you remember hearing the scream.

Once it was just you, Kaz and Jesper in the office, Kaz’s demeanor changed instantly. Not that you were really cognizant enough to notice right away, but Jesper wouldn’t shut up about it for a little while. What had seemed, while out on the floor of the gambling hall, just to be a Barrel boss squashing a disruption to his business and doling out payback on behalf of a friend turned into seething rage, which in turn became a constant look of concern as he intently watched Jesper coax you to start breathing properly.

Jesper had business to attend to later that night, so after a while it was just you and Kaz sat in the office. He fetched you a glass of water and sat with you until you were feeling better, never taking his eyes off of you. You had told him about your anxiety, but until then he had never seen it in full effect.

Since that day he had been more in tune with that part of you, learning how to tell when you were having a bad day and remembering what kinds if things made you panic. If he caught you when your anxiety was spiking he would stay and just talk to you. It was nice of him.

“Sit up straight.” Kaz said, and you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt the tip of his cane pressing gently against your shoulder. You realised how far you had curled in on yourself and leaned back against the wall. Kaz had drilled it into your head that opening up your posture would help you breathe better, but sometimes you needed reminding anyway. “How are feeling?”

“Better.” You mumbled with a slight nod.

“How are the edges of your vision? Still fuzzy?”

“A tiny bit.” You answered, trying not to smile at the fact that he remembered how your vision went fuzzy when you had a panic attack. “If I ask you a question, will you answer me honestly?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you bother with me?” The question had been weighing on your mind for a long time, but in the past few weeks it had felt like it had been pressing for you to actually ask. You thought that Kaz liked you, but at the same you couldn’t think of a reason for that to be true.

“What do you mean by that?” Kaz asked, his head tilting a minuscule amount and his brow furrowing ever so slightly in curiosity.

“I mean, why do you keep me around? Why do you bring me on jobs? Why do you bother learning how to take care of me? Maybe at first it was for Jesper's sake but surely that can’t be the case now, so why?”

Kaz watched you for a moment, folded his hands in his lap and cleared his throat.

“You’re a valuable member of the team.” He answered matter-of-factly. “You work well with others, you’re a fast learner, you seem to genuinely enjoy being a member of the Dregs most of the time. As for why I’ve learned to take care of you, well, what kind of a leader would I be if I didn’t? You know me, I like to know everything that there possibly is to know when it comes to my business and my team.”

“Right.” You nodded. “That makes sense.”

“You don’t like that answer.”

“What?”

“I know you well enough to know what your face does when you’re unhappy.”

“I’m not unhappy.”

“Don’t lie to me, Y/N. What is it that you wanted me to say?” His question made you feel suddenly quite embarrassed, and you averted you eyes with a shrug.

“I don’t know, I guess I just thought that maybe you actually liked me. You know, as a friend.” You mumbled. You glanced back at Kaz long enough to see the corner of his mouth twitch upwards.

“If I told you that I liked you, would it make you feel better?” He asked. He wasn’t being sarcastic or mocking you, but you still became even more embarrassed.

“Forget about it, it doesn’t matter. I’m feeling much better now so we should probably start moving-"

“Y/N.” Kaz interrupted, and you froze mid-motion of standing up. “I do like you, but I don’t have friends.”

He moved to stand up, and you finished getting to your feet. You watched him use his cane as leverage to get up off the floor, and if it had been anyone else but Kaz you would have offered a hand to help him up.

“You do too have friends.” You replied with a tiny smile. “You, Jesper and Inej are a trio of best friends if I’ve ever seen one.”

“I thought Jesper was your best friend.”

“People can have more than one best friend, Kaz.”

“The more friends you have, the more leverage your enemies have against you. That’s why I don’t have any.” He stated, taking the first step. You assumed that you would be heading to where he was supposed to meet Nina and Matthias. He was late – just how late you weren’t sure, the passage of time alluded you during panic attacks – but they probably weren’t all too worried.

“I think you just tell yourself that we’re not your friends so that you feel better about having a weak spot.” You said, teasing slightly. “Do you like me as much as you like Jesper?”

“I like you more than Jesper. You’re less of a thorn in my side.”

“Aw, Kaz! That’s so sweet.” You smiled. He scoffed.

“I take it you’re feeling better?”

“Yeah, I’m good.”

“Good.”

“Can I ask you one more question?” You inquired, and Kaz sighed before humming an agreement. “Do you maybe like me for a different reason than that I’m less annoying than Jesper?”

There was a beat of silence, and Kaz inhaled.

“I enjoy having you around.” He answered vaguely, but you could see in his eyes in the sidelong look that he gave you that it was deeper than that. You smiled, satisfied and not needing to push.

“Good. Me too.” You muttered, and the two of you continued walking, side by side.

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jgnico · 3 years

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Okay, I'm going to elaborate on my earlier post and to do so I'm breaking this down into two very important sections:

1. The JJK fandom's feminization and fetishization of Gojo as a character and in his relationships, and

2. The general issues with racism when portraying queer poc characters in relationships that happens in fandom culture.

PS: I'm not touching the topic of why male ships shouldn't be characterized in terms of sex or why saying one character is a bottom vs another is a bad thing. If you want breakdowns about that, I guarantee that there are resources and posts that you can find through google. It's a well-known debate and I'm only here to talk about the issues that come up with Gojo's portrayal in fandom.

Staring off, I'm gonna to remind everyone that Gojo is neither skinny nor pale. He's an Asian man that's not only well into the 6'3 range, but he's also extremely fit. He is not skinny. He is not a twink. He has never been portrayed within the manga as such. In fact, if you want a clear picture of his physique, Gege has given that to us in the most blatant way he ever could.

Gojo's a big dude. He has a broad chest, straight shoulders, and big hands. There is absolutely nothing slim about him.

Even if you wanna go strictly off the anime, he's still larger than pretty much every other character in the show. I think the only character that possibly has him beat size-wise is Todo, but they're still the same height (give or take a cm) with Todo having a more obviously muscular build.

But let's look at some official art for the anime as well.

If seeing him beside Geto and Kuroi doesn't make this obvious, I want you to look at Gojo in comparison to literally everyone else in this picture. (We're not counting Panda, because Panda's literally a bear.)

The only reason that Gojo looks "skinny" is because he dresses in clothes that fit his body type without clinging to him. They sit comfortably on his frame and give off a more lithe impression of his build. (Which I would hope that they do because his shirts cost more than my car and that's how any properly fitted/tailored outfit should look.)

When he's not in uniform or more formal attire, he tends to wear hoodies/jackets over loosely fitted shirts and pants, which gives him the same effect while using a different method.

So he's not a twink. It's just the clothes.

Now, I don't think that I should have to point out why he's not white just because he has blue eyes and pale hair. I don’t care if you can’t picture him as Asian, because that just means that you have your own issues to work through with someone more qualified than me.

He's Japanese, end of discussion.

That being said, the problem that we run into with Gojo despite all of this is that fandom thinks of and portrays in him the same way that they would any white twink character. He's described effeminately when nothing about his personality or physique are "feminine" in nature. A lot of his canon qualities and traits get left out or out-right contradicted (such as describing him as "slim/boyish" or “timid/coy" when he's none of those things) in an effort of making him fit the image that's been assigned to him, regardless of if it's true to canon.

And you see this very clearly when you look at the role he's given in fanfiction vs Geto, who has more obvious Asian features and a darker skin tone.

This is without any additional filters (as in no specific ships, ratings or languages, etc. No filters!) and while, yes, you can make the argument that Geto hasn't really been in the anime yet, it's a trend that continues and is a point I'll touch on later in this post. So bear with me.

Note: I’ll also go out on a limb and say that the majority of the bottom Gojo fics are written from his POV vs the POV of the person that he’s with.

The reason that this is a trend is because Gojo looks like a "white" character. He has a lighter complexion, pale hair and blue eyes, which makes it easier for mostly white, female author's to put themselves in his place when they write him. And this is something that's been an issue in anime fandoms for a long long time. But broadening out into fandom culture as a whole, it's also how we get situations where white ships with white characters gain way more popularity than poc ships with one or more poc characters.

Fanfiction and fandom as a whole is dominated by white female content creators. They make up the majority of authors and artists, and always have. But this issue becomes even worse when you bring in poc characters, because you run into the problem where the character with more ethnic features (darker skin, darker eyes, etc) becomes the "male" stand in of their ships, regardless of personality or body type or age.

The top or bottom role that's assigned to characters often has absolutely nothing to do with those characters themselves. Its a form of self-insertion without being obvious and if you were to ask most writers/artists why they've given the characters the roles they have, they often won't have a solid answer other than a general feeling or their own preferences.

In contrast, a lot of poc content creators will fall to the other end of the spectrum and advocate for poc or more clearly ethnic characters to be portrayed in the same way as their white or white-passing counterparts. But they'll ultimately get shut down by white creators for "fetishizing" minorities. I've seen this happen so many times in the 10+ years that I've been in fandom and I know other poc creators have run into this issue as well, but if you point this trend out to white people in the fandom, they either won't agree with you or they'll be shocked that its a problem because its never occurred to them.

Which leads me to Gojo's ships.

While, I can't speak for Nanago (and won't speak for Gofushi/Goyuu; I'm not touching those ships with a ten foot pole) I'm going to take a wild guess that most explicit fics boil down to Nanami being Gojo's dom and any non-smut fics still mostly keep him in this role in a less obvious way.

So we still run into the self-insert through canon characters issue, but it's probably not because one is more obviously Asian that the other like we see with Satosugu.

I want to reiterate that this is with no additional tags other than the one for their ship. I haven't filtered out anything else.

Even if you take away the "bottom" tags, the majority of their fics place Gojo in that role anyways. Despite Geto having more traditionally "feminine" traits that in a fully white ship would typically lead to most people making him a bottom (such as a more empathetic personality, tendency to crave familial bonds, and a more reserved demeanor on top of being smaller in stature to Gojo) he tends to get slotted in as the top in the relationship, oftentimes at a cost of those very qualities.

Note: Again, with most fics being from Gojo’s POV, just like what I’m guessing we see with Nanago.

I cannot begin to stress how many time I've seen Gojo and Geto described through actions and speech that don't fit their characters at all and while, yes, I completely agree that having certain qualities doesn't mean that you should fit into a certain role when it comes to sex, there is an issue that comes up when the default work around to that is "pick the pale character." Especially when you add in a heap of mischaracterization and physical descriptions that don't fit that character.

I guess to reiterate my original point, stop portraying Gojo as a twink, or worse, a thinly veiled self-insert that came with a backstory.

I genuinely don't care if you prefer him as a top or bottom. Do whatever you want with that because I can't dictate your preferences. I just ask that if you find yourself always putting him in a certain role or enjoy consuming media that does, try to do so in a way that fits him and is faithful to his character.

#this is incredibly messy #but i've ranted about it enough to my friend that I think it was time to make a post #gojo isnt you free space for a self insert #he's a fully realized character #and changing aspects about him to fit the image of him in your head #to make him more palatable is a garbage thing to do #get well soon #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #thoughts

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ericsangyeon · 3 years

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black lace and birthday cake - l.sy

“Look so good yeah, look so sweet. Baby you deserve a treat.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: suggestive, fluff

theme: sangyeon’s birthday gang au

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, alcohol

a/n: hey guys! i’m back with my long awaited sequel! this can be read as a stand alone but it does take place in the same universe as my other story addicted. again please be nice i’m still not used to writing smut. this was also edited but there could be mistakes! enjoy it! -t :D

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“Do you have anything for Sangyeons birthday? It's in two days.” Kevin asks me while we are in the Starbucks line.

“No not yet. Honestly, I was going to cook him dinner or something. He's been too busy anyways.” I answer him as we move up.

“Boring!! You have been dating for how long? You should surprise him with something he would love.” Kevin says. All of a sudden his eyes widened. “Oh my gosh I have an idea!” He yells a little too loudly.

“Kevin Moon, I swear to god... But let's hear it.” I roll my eyes at him.

“You should dr- Wait, let me order first and then I'll tell you.” Kevin snickers and walks up to the counter, with me in tow.

After getting our drinks, Kevin and I started to walk around the mall. We’re killing time before our afternoon classes, and Kevin wanted to buy a pair of shoes for himself.

“You never told me what I should do for Sang’s birthday.” I nagged Kevin.

He smirked. “You should go to his apartment the day of, send him a picture of yourself in the lingerie your about to buy and then give him the best sex of his and your life” Kevin says proudly.

My eyes widened and before I can protest, Kevin continues his idea.

“I know you guys have had a crazy sex life. Don’t try to argue, it's obvious with all the turtlenecks you wear. He has been busy with the gang, and this will forsure make him come to you. Quite literally.” Kevin explains to me before taking my hand.

“I guess? I mean, I've been really horny lately and the combination of my vibrator and sexting does nothing for me.” I say to Kevin. He laughs and drags me into Victoria’s Secret.

“Ahh, this is exciting! You're gonna pick out some sexy lingerie! I swear, you’ll get Sangyeon coming in his pants before he even gets his hands on you.”

“Shut up,” I try to say but instead, I blush hard. We proceed to walk over to the lingerie section, as I eye the mannequins on display. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.

November 4th. Sangyeons birthday.

The person looking back at me in my mirror was completely different. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets that rested on my face. I did my eyeshadow with a smokey dark colour, and left my lips bare, as it would all be removed anyways. On my body is a black lace push up bra that barely covers my breasts, with matching panties that highlight my ass. Attached to the underwear on both legs are garters that rest on my upper thighs. Pleased with how I look, I smiled at myself and prepare to leave.

I grab my overnight bag, as I probably will need it. I put on my silver heels and black long coat, and I leave my apartment. On the way to his penthouse, I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered for him earlier today.

Pulling into Sangyeon’s private garage, I park my car and spot Younghoon, the lead bodyguard of the penthouse. I get out of my car and walk over to him.

“Good afternoon Ms. Y/Ln. Sangyeon isnt home.” Younghoon greets me.

“I know, thank you. I want to surprise him for his birthday!” I reply back, smiling.

“Oh okay! Well I’ll leave you to it. I’ll even stay on the garage floor for you.” He says with a hint of teasing.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’ll call you if anything goes wrong. Thanks Hoon, you're the best!” I flash him my best smile as he opens the elevator door for me and laughs.

When I get up to Sangyeons penthouse, I am greeted with no staff at all.

“I guess he sent his staff home today thinking he would crash at the mob house.” I think to myself. Due to the high volume of work, Sangyeon has been staying at the TBZ house lately, which is why I never get to see him.

I reach his bedroom, and remove my long coat to hide in his closet. I prop my phone up on his night table, set up the camera to a timer, and proceed to take a risky picture of myself.

“I really hope this works.” I think to myself posing as the timer goes off. I grabbed my phone and my jaw dropped.

It was a picture of myself dressed in the black lingerie, kneeling on his bed. There in perfect HD, are my hard nipples poking through the bra, and my legs spread on my knees to reveal my pussy covered in black lace fabric connected to garders on my thighs.

It was great. I pulled up Sangyeons contact and sent him the picture.

“And now we wait.” I say out loud as I lean back into his bed.

Forty painful minutes later, my phone vibrates next me as I lay on his bed. I roll over to check that it is a message back from Sangyeon, which I open in anticipation.

I'm coming back early, you better be on the bed when I get home. The text read. My eyes widen, and a flash of desire and giddiness shoots through my body, almost leaving me breathless with arousal. I could feel my clit starting to ache with this wave of emotion.

Before I can even remove my panties to relieve the pressure on my clit, I hear the front door to the penthouse open. I jump and rearrange myself so that I'm sitting with my legs dangling from the huge bed. I hear him drop something, and his shuffling getting closer and closer to me. I'm about to call out Sangyeon’s name when the bedroom door swings open.

There Sangyeon stands, suit jacket off and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes are on fire, travelling down my body like he's about to devour me. I stare back at him frozen, as I let myself be torn apart by Sangyeon’s gaze. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and his lips curve into a smirk.

“You're a bad girl.” He whispers.

“What did I do?” I play innocent.

“You know, how you sent me that picture while I was in a meeting just to get me riled up. Do you know the effect you have on me? I could have embarrassed myself in front of the powerful European gang.” Sangyeon growls. He starts to walk towards me slowly, every step he took making me more aroused.

Sangyeon grabs my face roughly and crashes his lips on mine. The brown haired man pushes me down onto the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me roughly, entering his tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. My hands reach up to his shirt, undoing the buttons fast to reveal his beautiful upper body. I press my hands on his abs, making him gasp into my mouth. I didn't even realize Sangyeon had taken my bra off, until his lips left mine made their way down to my bare breasts.

“Your tits are beautiful.” Sangyeon coos, bringing his mouth down. He catches my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it softly while using his hand to fondle with my right breast. I let out a loud sigh, as he switches to the right. But when Sangyeon starts to leave open mouth kisses down my stomach, I use this chance to flip him over, making me on top.

“Y/N, baby, I'm always on top. What are you doing?” Sangyeon asks me.

“It's your birthday, let me spoil you for once.” I reply mischievously.

“Baby its okay, I dont m- fuck!” He growls as I leave an open mouth kiss above his belt.

I smirk at him as I undo his belt, and remove his pants and boxers. Sangyeons huge cock springs out, hard and angry. I pump it twice before sinking my mouth down fast.

Sangyeon hisses a string of curses and reaches to grab my hair out of my face.

“Fuck baby slow down. I still want to fuck you later.” He snarls as I moan onto his cock.

Sangyeon takes my hair and motions my head up and down on his cock. I gag when it reaches the back of my throat, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“That’s it, princess. You take my cock so well. You're doing so well, baby.” He murmurs under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

Sangyeon grunts loud as I feel his hot cum hit my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, and pull off to meet his eyes.

“God, those eyes. They kill me.” Sangyeon whispers as he reaches over to my face and wipes off some of his cum that got on my lips. I smiled at him, but it was not returned.

“Now I'm in control, baby. Your fun is over.” Sangyeon says quickly before kissing me. He pulls off my lips slowly, lingering there.

“I want you to take your panties off and sit on my face. Let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours.” He says against my lips. I nod my head, feeling my giddiness come back.

Sangyeon repositions himself so that he's lying against his pillows. I stand up and slowly unbuckle the garter that was holding my panties up. I turn around and remove my lace underwear slowly, my ass in Sangyeon’s face.

Before I could even think, I felt his hands on my hips. Sangyeon lifts me up and places me on his face, mouth touching my pussy. Sangyeon presses an open mouth kiss onto my clit, and starts to lick and suck it fast.

“Ah Sangyeon yes!” I moan loud as my hands grip the headboard.

I begin to ride his face, grinding on his lips. Sangyeon slaps my ass hard, gripping my waist and I think I am seeing stars.

“Right there, yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I tilt my head back and moan, speeding up the pace. He proceeds to stretch my pussy out with his fingers, and adds two inside without any warning.

This is too much for me to handle. I scream as I feel myself cum all over Sangyeon’s mouth and two fingers. He removes his fingers and kisses my clit softly. I roll off of him, and try to catch my breath.

“You taste so good always Y/N.” Sangyeon praises and runs his hand through my hair

All of a sudden. Sangyeon picks me up and walks over to the huge glass window that overlooks the city. I felt the cold glass hit my bare back, which caused me to hiss at the contact.

As I tried to turn myself around to admire the view, my back is full on slammed against the glass window. Sangyeon holds my waist and enters my pussy slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size.

“You're so goddamn tight.” I hear him whisper. I wrap my legs around his torso, making it easier for us to both adjust.

I let out a moan to let him know he bottomed out. Sangyeon removes his cock from my pussy and slams back into me fast. I scream as I feel his fingers dig into my hip bones.

His thrusts become so fast quickly and I'm helpless against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and capture his lips in a messy kiss, moaning against his mouth.

“You like that princess? Everyone seeing me fuck your tight pussy against the window? Sangyeon grunts into my ear,

I moan back, too overwhelmed to answer. He slaps my ass and presses me harder into the glass.

“Answer me, brat.” Sangyeon hisses.

“Yes Sangyeon, oh my god!” I answer him with the only words I can think of.

I can tell his orgasm is close as he pulls me to him as close as possible and thrusts into me deeply.

“FUCK!” Sangyeon yells as I feel his cum enter my pussy. He still is fucking me hard, as I feel the familar knot in my stomach.

“Sangyeon!” I scream and grip his neck as I cum.

We both fall onto the bedroom floor. Sangyeon pulls out of me and cradels my shaking body into a hug. Out of breath and overwhelmed, I feel myself start to cry.

“No baby why are you crying? You did so well. So beautiful for me, always.” Sangyeon cooes into my ear while I sob into his chest.

I look up at him. “I didn't mean to cry, that was just so amazing.” I reply softly, making him chuckle.

“Cmon, I’ll run a bath for us.” Sangyeon says as he picks me up bridal style.

We leave his bedroom and walk to the guest bathroom. A huge jacuzzi style bath rests against a glass window. Sangyeon places me gently in the tub and turns the water on. He grabs the soap and shampoo from the cupboard, placing it next to the tub. He gets in as well, and moves me so my back is against his chest. I feel him start to lather shampoo into my hair as I start to doze off.

“I hope you liked your birthday gift. I missed you a lot and wanted to do something out of the box for you.” I say tiredly to Sangyeon as he pours water over my hair.

“You're my gift everyday. I know sometimes my job gets in the way.” Sangyeon sighed. “I wish it was different, trust me. I hope you know I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I love you too Sangyeon.” I reply to him grinning.

Sangyeon helps me stand up so he can wash my body. As I stand up, I start to grimace from the dull aches on my waist and thighs. Sangyeon notices that and frowns as he puts soap on his hands.

“I hope I didn't hurt you that much.” He says while running his hands softly over the bruise forming on my right hip.

“Don’t worry. I like the pain.” I smirk as Sangyeon rolls his eyes and laughs, making me laugh as well.

After another 10 minutes of Sangyeon and I washing each other, we both get out of the bath and change into matching white robes.

“Go wait on the balcony.” I tell Sangyeon and kiss his cheek.

When I hear him close the balcony door, I go to his kitchen to grab the small cake I got for him, as well as wine and wine glasses. I place the cake and glasses on a tray and pour the wine. I grab the candles and matches I stashed in a cupboard and light them on the cake.

When I reach the balcony, Sangyeon opens the door for me, and his face goes shocked.

“Y/N you didn't have to do that for me.” He says.

I place the tray down on the balcony table.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sangyeon. Happy birthday to you.” I sang to him grinning.

He pulls me in for a back hug as he blows out his candles. I notice the sun is setting, so I remove myself from his grasp and turn around to watch.

Sangyeon appears next to me and takes my hand.

“What did you wish for?” I ask him looking straight ahead.

“Nothing. I already have everything I need here right now.” Sangyeon turns to me and brings my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes and stare back at him.

“You're such a cliche.”

“You love it.”

I kiss him with so much passion. Sangyeon grabs my waist softly and kisses back the same, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We part slowly, pecking each other a few times

That night, Sangyeon and I spoon feed each other cake until we are both full. I end up falling asleep on the balcony chair. Sangyeon brings me to his bedroom, and tucks me in.

“I had a great day with you. Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams.” Sangyeon mumbles as he presses a kiss to my temple. He climbs into bed as well and wraps me in his arms.

I dream of cake, black lace, and my dream man, Lee Sangyeon.

i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was rushed i wanted to get it out asap hehe

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dizzydancingdreamer · 4 years

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“So that’s how you want to play this, love?" | The Mikaelson Boys

Hey My Lovelies! I hope all is well today! I received a request ages ago from @activist-af to do something like this, as you will read below. I honestly aimed to fit the movie night theme in there but it was swallowed up pretty fast! I only meant for this fic to be 3000 or so words but, as it always seems to do, it got away from me.I truly hope that you enjoy this, you've given me an unwavering amount of support these past few months while I was battling a major bout of depression and writers block. I can't repay all the kindness and love you've given me but I hope this is a start! Much love darling! And much love to all of you lovelies! Please have a fantastic evening for me! <3

Please read before continuing: I usually wouldn't write this much before my story but I wanted to add this: this story is my first full blown smut. I'm honestly not sure how well it will go over but I tried to make it as loving and healing as I could. I take my writing very seriously. I know sex for many is a touchy subject, and that truly pains me. I sincerely hope every single one of you reading this feels all the love and saftey I tried to incorporate into this peace. I wish you an eternity of love and healing. Be safe my loves!

Request: "Could u do a mikaelson boys x reader? Any plot really, but I’d very much love it if it was a bit more Kol focused. there’s just such a lack of content for all three of them and I love your writing so much. If u need any plot point ideas maybe a movie night kinda thing? I really hold him a bit higher than the other boys. Or something similar to the fic with the Klaus + Eli being injured? Fluffy ending please, smut is fantastic too 🖤"

Description: Y/n is upset that the boys won't let her come on their mission with them, feeling isolated and useless. Kol is supposed to stay behind and watch out for her however things get heated after she tells him off.

Pairing: The Mikaelson Boys x Fem!Reader, mainly Kol and Elijah

Warnings: THIS IS AN 18+ ONLY FIC!!! This is a full blown smut, I honestly do not know how it happened, probably 4000/5000 words are pure sex scenes, also there's a bit of fighting/angst at the beginning of the first scene but it doesn't last

Word count: 5343 (I'm so sorry)

Tags: ANGST, SMUT (full on), FLUFF

(Pics aren't mine but the moodboard is :) )

“I really don’t see why you guys are leaving me behind, again,” you run an agitated hand through your hair, huffing indignantly at the two boys in front of you.

Yes, boys. Not men. If they aren't going to treat you like the full grown woman you are then no way in hell are you going to give them any validation either. Even in your head.

“It’s too dangerous,” Elijah’s chocolate eyes are stern, his hands clenching at his sides, “I can’t risk the witches doing anything to you as a way to get to us. You’re too important.”

Your chest warms slightly at his words but it isn’t enough to break down your resolve. Three hundred years under your belt; they’re going to need to do better than that if they want to keep you away. There are only so many times you can stay away from a fight, only so many times you can watch them come home hurt knowing that if you had gone with them then maybe you could have prevented it. You’re a family and you’re tired of feeling like you aren’t pulling your weight.

You narrow your eyes at the tall boy, still not man, trying to peer through all the red you’re seeing, “I’m not a child, Elijah.”

He stares right back, not backing down, his face cut like marble, unwavering. Beautiful but harsh. Stone. He wears a white shirt, the first button popped and the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His veins are prominent and tempting. Elijah means business. You swallow the lump in your throat, pushing away the heat growing in your stomach.

“Love, trust me, we know you aren't a child. Any other time I would gladly rip you upstairs and prove it. Right now, though, I agree with him. You’re staying here,” Klaus’ softer voice pulls your attention from your staring match with the eldest Mikaelson.

He has a leather jacket on, the material clinging tight to his arms, ready to burst. He’s smiling but it doesn’t reach his crystal eyes. He folds his arms neatly in front of him. He’s not going to budge either.

You scoff at him, shaking your head, “I want to come, Klaus. I need to.”

A new voice joins the three of you in the foyer, “I can make that happen, darling, but you’ve got to stay home with me if you want that.”

You don't even need to turn around to hear the smirk on Kol’s voice but you do anyway, meeting the youngest Mikaelson face to face. He has a grin on his lips, one that, in any other situation, would have you weak in the knees. He has a sweatshirt on and a pair of sleep shorts. He’s on babysitting duty, he doesn’t need anything else. You only roll your eyes at him before facing Elijah once more.

“I’m part of this family, too, you know. It should be my choice,” you have to will your voice not to crack, keeping your tone as low and as steady as you can, “I’m not useless, Elijah, as much as you’d obviously disagree.”

You rub your hands over your bare arms, fending off a sudden chill. You feel like there’s ice coursing through your veins. A traitorous tear tracks down your cheek but you make no move to get it. Elijah’s hardened face softens when he notices.

“Baby, come on,” he reaches to grab you but you step back, not allowing him to touch you.

He can’t do that, make the decisions for you. Maybe if you were still human it would be called for but now it’s not. Sure, you aren't a millennium like they are but you’re not a piece of glass either. You’re strong, whether they want to acknowledge it or not.

“Don’t, Elijah,” you back away further, your cheeks drenched but your eyes fierce, “I’ll see you guys in a few days. Be safe.”

You turn and walk away, ignoring all three brothers as they call out to you, heading up to your room before any of them decide to follow you. You close the door, not slamming it but not exactly shutting it gently either. You can hear Elijah sigh from the front hall and you know he’s tugging on his hair. Klaus swears, his frustrated voice floating up to your ears. More tears fall but you brush them away angrily, lifting a pillow from your bed and screaming into it. No doubt they can hear it but, right now, you couldn't care less. The front door shuts and your heart plummets.

You sit on the edge of your bed, gripping your dark comforter tightly. Usually you like being the one they take care of. You like being held, how small they make you feel. Right now, though, it’s too much.

A soft knock draws your attention to the door, Kol’s careful voice cutting through the wood, “darling?”

“Leave me alone, Kol,” you try your best to make your words harsh but you only sound tired.

“Not likely, love,” he presses, “you know I can go all night, now it’s up to you what that means.”

Your cheeks flush and, as if he can see you through the door, he chuckles. The sound echos through your chest, stirring the remains of anger and frustration and mixing them with something hot and untamed. You pull the door open, coming face to face with the smirking Mikaelson.

“Sorry you landed with babysitting duty, Kol, but I’ve kept myself alive for three hundred years now and I’m pretty sure I can handle two more days on my own. Why don’t you go help Elijah and Klaus, yeah? Seeing as you are the only three who can actually do any good. I’m clearly not strong enough to do anything so I’ll just sit here and look pretty and do absolutely nothing at all because I’m useless. Okay?”

With that you close the door in his face. Well, you try to but he wedges his body in the way so you can’t shut him out. Whatever smile had previously been on his face is long gone and in its place sits a deep frown. His brown eyes ice over slightly and he stands taller than he did mere seconds ago. You can feel a switch in the atmosphere and suddenly you’re face to face. You honestly can’t tell which one of you is more pissed off.

“So that’s how you want to play this, love,” he pushes closer to you, “you want to get angry, yeah? Alright darling, I can do that.”

You open your mouth to protest but before any profanities can fly out his lips are on yours, fierce and strong. He uses his foot to kick the door closed, slamming it into place. It’s done merely for effect. No one is home but the two of you. He spins you around aggressively, pushing you roughly against the hardwood. His teeth sink into your bottom lip, no doubt drawing blood. As if on cue a copper taste fills your mouth, drowning your senses in red. This time, though, the anger is mixed with a wicked kind of lust.

Your hands find his hair without your permission, tugging harshly at the roots. He groans into your mouth, a sound that makes you want to slap him across the face and wrap your legs around him all the same. His hand snakes around your waist, squeezing your hip with a fervour that will no doubt leave bruises that will take longer than usual to heal. He pushes against you, every single part of him rock hard.

“God fucking damnit, Kol,” his lips find your throat with painful ease, sucking the sensitive skin into his mouth in a way thats just this side of painful over pleasurable.

Right now, though, you crave every bit of pain that Kol lays on you. In a sick way you’re proving that you can take it. That you’re strong enough to do the things that they do. Another flash of red floods your vision when you think of the other two Mikaelson's who refused to let you help. You drag one of your hands down Kol’s back, scratching hard enough for him hiss against your neck.

He jerks away from you quickly, only long enough to rip the sweatshirt over his head before he attacks your neck again. He sinks his teeth in at the same moment he rips your tank top in half, lulling you into that sweet mixture of pleasure and pain, hate and lust once more. His shoulders are deliciously toned under your searching fingers and this time when you drag your nails down his back you know you draw blood. Serves him right anyway.

“Fuck, baby,” he wraps a hand around both of your wrists, pinning your hands above your head, “that kinda hurt.”

You want to claw the smirk off of his face. Or kiss it. You can’t quite decide. His other hand is slowly sliding up your back, inching towards the clasp of your bra. His eyes burn into yours, the inferno behind them nothing less than intense. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears so loud it’s almost hypnotic when combined with the tantalizing draw of his hand. It lulls you into a false sense of security, your eyelids heavy in anticipation. He stops moving when his fingers are about to undo the hooks.

He pushes his hips closer to yours, locking you between his body and the door. His stomach is hot against yours and cut like marble. Your fingers itch to feel every bump and dip with agonizing intricacy. Every inch of your skin is alight, every hair raised waiting for anything to happen. You can feel every breath he takes as if it’s your own, your covered breasts just barely grazing him with each rise and fall of his chest. It’s delicious torture.

“Before we go any further here, I need to know what you want. Do you want some quick fuck that’s going to leave you more angry when it’s done?” He rolls his hips against yours, sending sparks flying through your body at the first real touch you’ve had tonight, “or do you want me to make love to you like you know I can. And make all these terrible feelings go away. It’s your choice, darling?”

His words tangle and knot in the pit of your stomach, weaving through the white hot hatred that had been building in your stomach until it explodes. They hit you right at the source like missiles aimed with the utmost precision to destroy every bit of anger left in you. Tears prickle at the edge of your vision, your senses overloaded from the sudden loss of your fury. All that’s left in its wake is this gut wrenching feeling of not being good enough. It’s the original problem and he just effortlessly broke through to it.

“I,” you tug your bruised lip between your teeth, if only to keep it still, “make it go away, Kol. Please.”

“That’s all I want to do, darling.”

He releases your wrists, opting instead to haul your body into his arms and slamming his lips against yours once more. You waste no time running your freed fingers down his sculpted chest, admiring the way his muscles tense as he holds you up. You push yourself as close to his body as you can get, wrapping your legs around his taught stomach and clinging on for dear life. He kisses you slowly, as if drawing all the negative energy out of your body with his lips.

He walks the two of you backwards towards your bed, sitting on the edge, leaving you straddling his hips in the most delicious way. You push your hips to bring you closer together, wanting to feel every part of him that you can. He meets every movement with his own energy, wrapping an arm around you back to keep you pressed against him. Your body is warming up once more in his arms.

He pulls his lips from yours reluctantly, his hand snaking back to the clasp on your back, “this needs to go.”

You shiver at the light touch of his fingertips on your spine, arching with the click of the hooks coming undone. He pulls the lace from your chest slowly, his thumbs grazing down your arms, memorizing every inch of skin he can get his hands on. His eyes meet yours again and he drops the fabric on the ground next to your bed. His hands, now resting on your hips, trail fire up your stomach as they trace their way over your ribs.

“Kol, please,” you wrap your arms around his shoulders, reveling in the warmth of his chest so close to your own, “I need you.”

There’s a glint in his eye again but this time you don’t want to slap him. No this time you want him to do heavenly things to every part of you. You want him to take the last remains of this awful feeling and snuff it out with his mouth. His hands finally crest the remainder of your ribcage, his thumbs teasing the underside of your breasts with tantalizingly careful circles. Tears sting your vision again from all the pent up energy inside of you.

“What shall I do, darling,” his thumbs draw along the sides of your breasts, stoking the untameable fire in the pit of your stomach once more, “tell me how you want me to touch you.”

His fingers dance closer to their target, each stroke driving your brain further into it’s Kol induced frenzy. All you can see, all you can hear, all you can smell is the boy in front of you.

“Kol,” his name falls from your lips in a desperate moan, “please just do something, god.”

He chuckles, a sound that flows like honey and wraps around every inch of you like silk. His eyes sear into your own, daring you to break his stare but you don’t. You can’t

“Well I could do this.”

His thumbs roll over your hardened nipples, as if to punctuate his words, and you see stars. You don’t even try to stop the moans that tumble from your lips, turning to clay in his hands. You give him free reign to mould your body in any way he desires, as long as hands never leave your skin. He pinches each bud between his fingers gently, pulling more praises from deep within you. His eyes never leave your face, drinking in each expression with unashamed greed.

“Or maybe I could do this.”

You know what’s coming when he leans forward, It’s quite clear what his intentions are. However, what you aren’t expecting is for the first gentle nip to send you so violently crashing over the edge that you have to squeeze your thighs around him to avoid falling off the bed. He doesn’t stop when you cry out and you don't want him to. Every swirl of his tongue around your nipple sends you spiraling further into the sweet oblivion he’s created just for you. He rocks his hips against yours while his mouth assaults you, pressing the delicious hardness against you while you fall apart.

He detaches his lips from your lips when you start to come down from your high, kissing his way up your sternum, over your collar bone, before settling on your throat.

“So beautiful darling,” he pulls your skin into his mouth as if he didn't just get enough just moments ago, “so damn beautiful.”

You press down on his hard length again, pulling a groan from deep within his chest, “I want all of you, Kol. Please.”

That's all the encouragement he needs to flip the two of you over and lay you on your back. He kneels between your legs, hooking his thumbs in your plaid sleep shorts and pulling them off much faster than he had down with your bra. He’s more than warmed up now, something that excites you to no end. You’re left laying in a pair of black lace panties that match the bra on your floor.

Kol’s eyes go dark at the sight, a growl that hardens your nipples again rumbling through the air. He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your thigh before pulling the lace off of you once more and adding it to the growing pile of clothes. He kisses the junction of your thigh next, sending electricity rippling through your body. It restarts the heat once more and the familiar wildfire rips through your abdomen. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to stand many more orgasms if each one is to be like the first.

“Please just make love to me, Kol, I need to feel you.”

He lifts his head from your thighs, a sight that you will never grow tired of, and his eyes set ablaze, “I was made for nothing more.”

Your heart flutters rapidly in your chest, a warmth spreading like butter over your bones. He kicks his own shorts and boxers off quickly, moving back up your body to rest between your legs. You drink in the heat radiating off his body, allowing it to soothe the remaining ache leftover from your small throw down. His one hand slips under your head, lacing through your hair gently. The other reaches between you, lining himself up against your opening. The slightest touch of him against you is enough to have you mewling his name already.

He teases you slightly, taking his sweet time before pushing in. The first thrust is pure magic, filling you in the way that only Kol can. Each of you boys feel different. Kol lights every one of your nerves on fire with his slow movements. He makes you feel every deliberate movement. He makes you know that every circle of his hips, every time he joins you together is done to perfection exactly how he intends. Kol makes you aware of your entire body and just how much control he has over it.

He pulls back slowly before thrusting back inside of you hard enough to rock your bed into the wall. You clench around him without warning, pulling your name from his lips with mouthwatering ease and sending small shocks through your lower half.

“Christ, baby,” he rocks his hips deeper into yours, burying himself all the way inside you, “how are you so close again already.”

You giggle quietly from underneath him, wrapping your legs around his hips and rolling your own to meet his thrusts. Your hands glide over his shoulders, soothing the scratches you left earlier. You draw his face to your own, pulling his lips down to graze yours. You want him to feel every word you say.

“Don’t play coy, you know exactly what you’re doing,” the end of your sentence is blurred with unrelenting moans.

His hand grabs your leg, pushing your knee to your chest before pushing you into the mattress with a world altering thrust, “you’re right darling, I just like to hear you say it.”

He closes the gap between your lips with another shattering push, your walls clenching harder than before around him again. You swallow each moan that slips from his mouth and into yours. His nutmeg scent clings to you and you know it will take days to scrub him off of you, not that you want to. You could very well spend the next century wrapped up in Kol in every single way possible.

He picks up the pace, slamming into you with controlled ease. Your hands lace through his hair, keeping him as close to you as possible. Your senses are overwhelmingly heightened, allowing you to feel every damned inch of him. You’re in serious danger of falling apart. The fiery ball in your stomach is at its peak once more. When he pulls your lip between his teeth, and you taste the crimson, it explodes.

This time you don't just see stars, you see the sun and the moon and every planet in the solar system. He continues to move in and out of you, drawing out the intensity of your orgasm as he rides his own out. You cling to him with everything you have, refusing to breathe anything but Kol. Everything in this moment is about him and the way he makes you feel. Nothing else matters anymore. Perhaps nothing even mattered before. All there is, all there has ever been, is this one moment.

When you finally land back on earth, he slowly pulls out of you, giving you one last taste of electricity before drawing you to lay on his chest. Your ears ring from the energy you just exerted at Kol’s mercy, your skin deliciously sticky against his own. You're completely and undeniably spent.

You don’t realize that you’re crying until you go to speak, “Kol.”

You feel the sharp inhale he takes rather than hear it. Before you can blink the fresh wave of tears away he’s flipped you around, laying between your legs again and propped up on his elbows. His face is pure concern, his eyebrows creased together in a way that makes you want to smooth every harsh line away. It makes you cry that much harder.

“Darling, talk to me,” he runs a soothing hand down your thigh, pulling you close to him, “what’s wrong baby?”

The tears pour faster at the gentle tone in his voice, drawing an answer to the surface before you even process what you’re saying, “Do they think I’m useless? Do you?”

Your voice is shattered, all the emotions from today coming together in yet another crescendo. You can hear your blood rushing through your ears, drowning out the sounds around you. It’s probably the reason you miss the footsteps pounding up the stairs. You can feel Kol’s soft caresses but just barely. The only thing registering in your mind is the feeling of being completely and utterly weak. Why do they keep you around if you can’t even hold your own?

“God’s no, never. Not even a little bit,” just as Kol speaks, the door opens.

Well, the door slams open, hitting the wall with a crack that echoes through the large house. Kol isn’t startled. He should be but he doesn’t even flinch at the bang. You, on the other hand, tense underneath him, the pounding in your ears still as intense as before. A woodsy scent flows through the now open doorway, pine mingling with your already nutty skin. The pieces start clicking together, albeit at a slower pace than you like.

You’re almost certain you know who’s in the doorway but you look anyway to make sure, “Elijah.”

His name is a whisper and it gets lost under Elijah's own words, his dark eyes searing into yours, “Kol, do you mind giving us a moment?”

Kol glances down at you, a small smile playing on his lips. You plead with him to stay but this is Kol, he’s your hell-raiser. He places a soft kiss on your forehead before he stands, still completely naked, and walks out of the room.

He pauses on the other side of the door, settling a hand on his brother’s shoulder, “careful brother, she scratches.”

Elijah shuts the door when he leaves, much gentler than he had been when opening. Your boys, always the ones for theatrics. He leans against the frame, folding his arms over his chest. You stand from the bed, trying to meet his height but failing. You wipe your eyes with the back of your hand but it doesn’t do much to clear the droplets. He tracks your every movement with a fire raging behind his chocolate eyes. You’re painfully aware of how much of your skin is on display for him; that is, all of it.

“What,” you pause when your voice cracks, stealing a moment to compose yourself, “what are you doing here? You’re supposed to be off saving the day.”

He pushes off the door, taking a few steps towards you. You can see he's fighting back a lot of primal instincts. He's as affected by your lack of clothes as you are. His eyes shift rapidly between his usual brown and a deeper coal colour. Despite the situation, you can’t help the heat seeping from between your thighs. He stops a few feet in front of you. There’s no way he can’t smell you right now.

“I was needed elsewhere,” his eyes dip down momentarily, his jaw clenching, “by someone infinitely more important.”

You watch him squeeze his fists together, forcing his eyes to remain on yours. The determination in them is unwavering and fierce. He takes another step towards you.

“It seemed important a few hours ago,” you drop your eyes to your feet, breaking his stare.

He grabs your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him and, in turn, igniting your body, “I assure you it was not nearly as important as making sure that you’re ok.”

Your throat tightens, aching with the promise of even more tears. You wish you could just stop. You’re not afraid to cry but usually you can control it. Right now you can’t. Everything has been building, every little insecurity has pooled, and today was the chip in the damn needed to make the whole thing collapse. It’s too much.

“I’m not,” you wrap your arms tight around yourself, gripping your arms with bruising strength to try and hold back the tremors, “ I am not okay Eli. I feel so helpless. Everytime you come home bleeding and exhausted and where am I?” You run a trembling hand through your mussed hair, yanking at the roots, “Here. Always just here, useless, letting you and Klaus and Kol take it all for me. Am I really that weak? That I’m just extra collateral damage to worry about? What is it, Elijah?”

The words pour from you, each one making him flinch like he’s being hit by an invisible enemy. Every syllable is a bullet to his chest. His body tenses further, his eyes no longer holding any trace of their usual warm brown. Instead they're pitch black, the veins under his eyes a deep plum. The veins in his arms pop as well, his fists iron tight. He curses under his breath when you finish. His voice is gravelly and scrapes the deepest pit of your soul.

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment. When he opens them again, whatever resolve he had been clinging to snaps. He pulls you towards him, wrapping his strong hands around your hips and lifting you against him, giving you a second to wrap your bare legs around his clothed hips.

“Elijah, what are you doing?” You cling to his chest, trying to avoid tumbling out of his arms when he begins walking you towards your bed once more.

He doesn't answer your question, laying you down against your ruffled comforter, “You aren’t collateral damage, baby.”

His voice is the lowest you’ve ever heard it, emanating from somewhere deep inside him. He opens the first few buttons of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head before making it even halfway down his chest. He drops it, much like he Kol had not long before, next to your bed. Kicking off his shoes, he kneels on the bed, coming to rest between your thighs. The heat emanating from you is now a furnace and it in no way goes unnoticed by him. His dark eyes swim across your naked body, drinking in every inch.

“Eli-” whatever you’re going to say is obliterated when he leans down and attaches his lips to the crook of your thigh, dangerously close to being exactly where you need him.

“You aren't weak,” he moves to your other thigh, nipping at the delicate skin and pulling unintelligible murmurs from your throat.

He kisses his way to your center, the anticipation growing like a knot in your stomach, begging to be unraveled once more. Even in the midst of falling apart you can’t get enough of these men. He lays a soft kiss against you, offering you the slightest glimpse of what you know his mouth can do. In the exact same way you had with Kol earlier, every part of you craves Elijah.

Your body arches willingly to meet the first swipe of his tongue, his name falling from your lips like a praise, “you aren't a burden to me, you beautiful creature.”

You cry out as he works his mouth expertly against you, his words humming ecstasy into your skin, melting away any trace of doubt in your mind. His arms wrap around your thighs, bringing you as close to his face as he can get you. The sight of him completely engulfed in your heat is almost enough alone to send you tumbling right there and then over the edge.

“You mean more to me than anything else on this fucking earth,” his dark eyes meet yours as he works you dangerously close to breaking before letting up once more, “and if I have to spend every hour for the next hundred years worshipping you to prove it then consider it done.”

He lowers his mouth against you harder, sucking your electrified warmth with renewed vigour. Your hands seek out his hair, tugging him against you and raising your hips to meet every pass of his tongue. The smell of pine trees and sex envelope you, brining you the closest yet to the kind of high only Elijah can draw from you. In this moment you’re nothing more than entirely his.

“I cannot lose you, baby,” he slips a few of his fingers inside you, “please let me protect you. I need to. Please.”

He curls his fingers just as the last syllable rolls off his tongue and into your core, shattering you into a million tiny pieces. Your hands fist his hair as your body clenches around his hand, pulling a delectable groan from his lips. Your third orgasm almost puts you to sleep on the spot, each of your muscles completely exhausted. Elijah watches you come undone the entire way through, nothing less than reverent awe locked on his face.

He wastes no time pulling your spent body into his arms, wrapping you as close to him as he can manage. You bury yourself against his neck, admiring how even the most unassuming parts of him have an undue amount of strength. He truly is your warrior.

“Eli,” you yawn into his chest, basking in the warmth of his skin, “I can protect myself.”

He tightens his arms around you, “I know you can, baby, but you shouldn't need to. I’ve been searching my entire life for a meaning. A thousand years of trying to be honorable. Then I found you and, all of a sudden, it all makes sense. All the searching and fighting and pain finally has a purpose: to protect you. Let me take it for you. Please.”

You’re speechless, there isn’t anything else to it. His words hit you with immense power, sinking into your skin and settling around your bones. You’re his, all of theirs, to watch over. You really didn't know he felt this strongly. You’ve always had to defend yourself. Perhaps you just aren't used to someone else being so willing to take on that task. Someone begging to take it.

He stands suddenly, with you still in his arms, and walks out of your room, starting down the hall. The faintest sound of rushing water fills your ears, lulling you into a welcome daze.

“Where are we going, Eli?” You have yet to open your eyes, stuck in the soft between being awake and falling asleep.

He kisses your forehead, resting his head on yours, “Niklaus said he wanted to take a bath, my love.”

#the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd #to #kol mikaelson #kol mikaelson x reader #the originals imagine #the vampire diaries imagine #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson x reader #klaus mikaelson imagine #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson smut #kol mikaelson smut #smut

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symphonic-scream · 3 years

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Oh boy here we go it's time it's time

Jocks Kwami Swap Season 4 Heroes 2 & 3

I'm so hyped for these two you can't possibly understand, oh my god. Of all the heroes these two are really something to me and just- I'm so excited to finally show them off

Okay okay, okay, here we go, time to introduce the newest Jock Heroes, Capricorn (3) and Bengal (2), otherwise known as Alya and Nino

(art credit to the ever talented @justanotherpersonsuniverse )

Okay let's talk Bengal first, my homeboy Nino himself

So yeah I gave Nino the tiger, and at this time theres no info on the tiger really, so I went with my assumption of the tiger being a stealth/long distance bow user hero, with a bow weapon of some kind, and a "shrouding" power that doesn't allow them to be tracked. Nino's hero Theming is based on a sort of underground dance club vibe, and it's sorta linked to the fact that I like the idea of him and Mari being in hip hop dance lessons together as kids

His outer jacket is magenta with black stripes, the stripes looking like they were painted on manually. The ears on the top of his hood have some mobility, as he doesn't take the hood off ever. The front tuft of his hair has a bit of a purple/magenta dusting to it. Instead of a mask, it looks like he smeared paint over his eyes? It's magenta too, and gets darker towards the top, and he's got the gold version of the cat eyes

Under the jacket he's got a deep purple crop top cause he's Nino, he's going the extra mile. Maybe claw marks torn in it? Maybe, but it's flowy as hell. Under that layer is a shirt like the classic Miraculous suits, black with magenta stripes. It goes up to his neck under the crop top too. His right glove is magenta, and his left is (where the miraculous is) and black, thick like an Archer's glove

His pants are a little baggy? And mostly black with a magenta stripe on the outside of each leg and the inside, and at night they get reflective and kinda glow? His shoes are high top sneakers, black with magenta striping, and where the logo would be on say a converse, is a little tiger paw mark. The bottom of the sneakers has a paw design. He also has a tail! Long tiger tail, hand black painted stripes and all that

He's a quieter hero when he joins, gets his jobs done as effectively as he can. But once he gets really into the team dynamic? He's a wild cat when not actively heroing. He gets real goofy with Wishbone and Kitsune, and he rounds out Crimson and Multi to reunite the original disaster bi trio

Up next is Capricorn, Alya with the Goat/Ram

Again, this is before we know anything about the Goat, and I'm using my personal belief as to what the ram will be; a physical front hero, who's weapon is like, arm bracers, and their power is to Ram something I guess. Alya's Theming is connected to her love of superheroes and the Superman origin, so like a Farmer that's an underground fighter/superhero when no one's looking

Her entire outfit is black and white, and any lines are kinda not solid? Sketchy, like they're drawn in pencil/ink. She's got little horns on her head, but also her hair is split into little pigtails that are curled like horns that curl around her face. Her hair is black with white "highlights" to keep up the comic aesthetic, and her mask is black on top white on the bottom, shaped like the classic Robin domino mask. Her eyes are now a grey colour, and her pupils are shaped like a goats

Her main suit colour is black, with grey and white markings that look like comic highlights. Over that are a pair of overalls that cuff up as shorts on the bottom? Grey/white again. Arm bracers are white, with black wraps around her hands like a boxer or fighter would wear

The leg space between the boots and the overalls are still black, and the boots are grey with the slightest heel. The toe of the boot has a little metal/steal toe aspect so she makes a clop clip noise while walking, and they look like work boots one might wear while doing heavy farm work

Capricorn is loud and spunky and a big personality. She's the first to jump into the fray, wearing that big smile that lights up every photo she's in. Her and Crimson and Chartreux rack up the most property damage, and it takes a lot to keep her from fangirling over the other heroes. She and Hornet and Multi rather enjoy being little shits together, just talking and laughing together

Capricorn and Bengal as a duo work really well together. They don't know who the other is at first, and right now I believe Bengal will debut first, but until season 4 is all done I won't know for sure. But when they do figure it out, they freak and start acting real close as heroes

HERE THEY ARE I HOPE YOU LIKE MY KIDS I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!! Congrats to anyone who guessed correctly! I had fun with this little secret thing, and I hope you did too!

#feral jocks au #ml feral jocks au #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #capricorn #bengal #djwifi #kwami swap #feral jocks art

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satansphatass · 3 years

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Cold - Technoblade

Hello - this is my first post so if you see this follow me because I crave human validation 😎👍

I originally posted this on wattpad but nobody was interacting so I’m posting it here :)

Word count: 1800

Trigger Warnings: Blood/injuries

Pronouns: They/Them

Platonic/Angst/Whump

Summary: Y/n is injured and caught out in a snow storm - will anyone reach them in time?

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The snow stung against y/n's skin, they were starting to become numb all over from a combination of blood loss and the cold. They had been trekking along since the end of the war in L'manburg; which wasn't ideal seeing as they had been pierced by a piece of debris from the explosion.

The shock of Wilbur and Techno's betrayal stung more than the physical pain itself - they needed to get away, have a fresh start. They didn't tell anyone they were leaving and they doubted anyone had even noticed. Y/n had no clue where they were going and had had the misfortune of ending up in the snow.

The cold was really starting to have an effect on their body, their skin had a waxy look to it and they were shaking like a leaf due to the lack of a jacket - again, another big mistake on their part. If they didn't find anywhere dry and warm soon they feared that they would either bleed out or freeze to death - neither of which were very nice options. Their crisp white shirt was soaked through with crimson, they weakly tried pressing their hands up against the wound only for them to come away slick with blood.

As they pushed themselves up from the ground a spark of pain shot through their body causing them to sink even deeper into the snow; on second thoughts, maybe a nap wouldn't be so bad - the snow was nice and comfy after all. They curled up and slowly lost consciousness.

***

Techno continued on his horse Carl, searching for his home that had secretly been in the works for months, it was hidden far away from L'manburg - he doubted that they wanted to see him after the little stunt that him and Wilbur had pulled. It was located by a village in a snowy land that he had just entered; he pulled his large cloak closer to him, it was thick and kept him warm even during the harshest winters.

He was starting to approach the forest near his home when he saw a small pink stain to his right, thinking it could be an animals print he approached. He jumped off of Carl and peered down at it - it looked to be a footprint, but nobody knew where he lived. That wasn't right.

He peered up to see more going up over a snow mound, he followed the trail to see them getting crisper and darker, they eventually joined together to make a continuous line of blood - these were clearly fresh, but the question was, who or what had caused them?

He made it to the top of the mound and looked down to see the trail lead to a large crimson stain against the fresh snow. He picked up speed and saw a mop of (hair length and colour) hair - he recognised that, it was y/n. What on earth where they doing out here?

He ran towards them in a state of panic - how long had they been here?! He fell to his knees beside them and flipped them onto their back. Their skin had a greyish-blue tint to it and frost had formed on their eyebrows and lashes. He unclasped his cloak and went to scoop them up when he was suddenly hit by the severity of the situation - they were bleeding out fast, like REALLY fast. He pushed his hands against the wound; even their blood was ice cold. He felt something nudging his shoulder and whipped around to see Carl by his side.

He weighed out his options and carefully wrapped them up in his cloak, the deep red a stark contrast to the fresh snow. He sat atop of Carl and rode into the forest with them in his arms. The silence was all of a sudden eerie and crushing compared to the peace he felt from it earlier. The trees sped past him in a blur and he finally made it to his quaint wooden cottage, he tumbled to the ground in a panic and dismounted y/n from his noble steed.

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Y/n lay there in the snow: it seemed more solid than before, and warmer, and- where were they? This definitely wasn't how they remembered it, the cold was no longer wrapping its death grip fingers around them, they no longer felt stinging on their front - infact they felt pressure wrapping round their middle.

They forced their eyes open slowly, that really did not help with the pounding in their skull. They gazed around the room, they could faintly make out a shape in the corner - it looked to be a rapier, they weren't interested in getting on this persons bad side. They didn't know where they were and were starting to panic - who had done this?

They could make out the faint shape of bandages by their waist, unfortunately their shirt was still stained - whoever had done this couldn't have even cleaned their shirt or something smh. Pick a struggle.

They pulled the blanket closer to them, it was very comfortable; it was quite heavy and had a fur trim around the edge almost like Techno's--

Nononono- they couldn't be here. He had betrayed everyone. They had trusted him - to some extent anyways. They sat up abruptly - not smart. They let out a gasp of pain, the dark threatened to consume their vision. They placed a hand on the edge of the mattress to steady themself. After much trial and error they managed to sit upright.

They calmed themselves enough to take another look around the room. There were a few worn maps on the walls showing L'manburg and its surrounding areas - their heart ached at the sight of the familiar structures; party island, the podium, the various towers dotted all over the land - all gone, all blown up.

There was a small fire illuminating the dark room, and also the mass on the floor. Their blood ran cold - colder than it already was anyways - y/n had hoped for some time to leave before he got back. Luckily he was asleep on the floor and was a relatively deep sleeper. They slowly but surely pushed themselves up from the bed and wobbled towards the door, leaning on the walls for support. This was perfect, they would be able to make it away before he even woke up!

"What are you doing?"

Ah- turns out he wasn't a deep sleeper, that was a fatal flaw in the plan.

They slowly turned around to see a sleepy but amused Technoblade stood in the middle of the room staring at them.

"Uhh- I was going on a walk." 👀🤠

"Is that so?"

....

"Yup."

They started aggressively coughing, the speaking hurting their cold and sore throat.

"Get back in bed, you need to rest," >:(

"I'm fine, I don't need to rest - resting is for the weak."

"Everyone has to rest, even I rest."

"That's because your weak."

He stared them in the eyes, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

👁👄👁

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yeh."

"Get in bed."

"No."

"Yes."

It went on like this until he started to walk towards them - slightly pissed off. He picked them up and placed them onto the bed.

"I don't need to rest!"

As soon as they said that, coughs wracked their body.

"You sure about that?"

They quickly tried to sit up to run off while his guard was down - but he pushed them back down as soon as they attempted anything. He held their arms down so that they couldn't escape, they tried wriggling free but to no avail. They quickly gave up.

"As much as I want you to rest right now, it's freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily."

"What are you talking about- I'm" their sentence was interrupted by more coughing "-super -strong"

He gave them a skeptical look not buying a word of their bullshit.

"I'm gonna go get you some water for that cough, you stay right here - okay?"

They nodded.

He walked off and climbed down the ladder.

They crawled out of the bed, ignoring his very clear rules and made their way over to the map of L'manburg on the wall. They stroked the coarse paper littered with so many of their favourite places - the forest where they liked to make flower crowns for everyone, the cliff top where they could think about life and how it's so very meaningless. 😶

Y/n sunk to the floor; tears threatening to spill from their eyes. It was so unfair, a beautiful nation destroyed by power hungry people. They had no idea whether Wilbur was still alive, they never saw him after the explosion. They missed him, they missed the land before the government - where they would all dance to Wilbur's songs around the campfire speaking nothing of governments and laws.

"Y/n?"

Techno walked up behind them and hesitantly placed a hand on their back, not knowing what to do because, social situations are awkward dude - am i right?

"You good?"

They whipped around slamming their fist into his chest in a futile attempt to hurt him,

"It's all your fault!" They said through tears, "We trusted you!"

He took their fists in his hands, staying silent while they had their tantrum. They soon grew tired; slumping into his chest, staining his shirt with their tears. They stayed their for a while, his embrace warm but his attitude still cold.

***

I did not proof read so if there is a section that got deleted or some shit then just let me know 🧍‍♂️

Please send me requests people (no smut/nsfw) - make sure to include pronouns pls.

#mcyt x reader #technoblade x reader #x reader #mcytumblr #idk

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