#THIS TOOK TOO LONG FOR A STUPID M E M E

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— ❝on this fateful night...two hearts danced.❞ ˚₊✩‧₊

ᥫ᭡ pairing :: neteyam sully x human! reader

ᥫ᭡ synopsis :: in omaticayan culture, a young na’vi male does not yet become a full fledged adult until he passes one of two rites of passage: 1) choosing an ikran, and 2) carving a bow from the wood of Hometree (and/or choosing a woman). reader is now 20, and the only man she’s ever loved is expected to choose a wife soon. one day when she overhears a rumor concerning neteyam and the first woman in line to betroth him, reader is struck with grief, ultimately venturing off deep into the forest where she knows nobody will follow her—somewhere forbidden. however, unbeknownst to her, a certain someone follows her trail…

ᥫ᭡ genre :: mature

ᥫ᭡ general tags :: 18+ (explicit sexual content, explicit language), angst, fluff

ᥫ᭡ content warnings :: characters aged up to 20, use of alcohol, inebriation, size kink (kinda), vaginal fingering, oral sex (f receiving), male masturbation, overstimulation, riding (no penetration), m/f ejaculation, squirting…i took some things out but i think that’s it?

ᥫ᭡ notes :: what a long week this has been…but we made it! i cannot believe the first thing i post after being on hiatus for months is blue alien sex. anyway, i hope you all enjoy. also, be mindful that the dialogue switches between formal and casual. it’s something that i noticed neteyam and kiri do a lot in the movie. for what reason? idk…but the big font after the read more is intentional bc ik some ppl complain that the small font hurts their eyes :3

ᥫ᭡ word count :: 7.2k

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“You have been wandering off by yourself a lot lately…” 

There goes that attentiveness, you could never put anything past her—Kiri, that is. She was just too good (to a fault), and though her keen eye and emotional intelligence were extremely useful, they were also the most aggravating traits about her. 

Now, you could just tell her the truth about the place you’re always wandering off to, and you also could confide in her about the thing that’s been plaguing your mind recently—but you don’t, because you know better.  

For a split second, though, you hesitate telling her. The lean girl tilts her head, eyes flitting between your face and the satchel in your hands. Smoothly, you pull the satchel across your body and shift it to rest behind you—out of sight. 

Kiri seems to notice your apprehension, and so, she peels her eyes from the bag, offering you her full attention by resuming eye contact once again. If she has even the slightest hunch that you’re hiding something, she doesn’t voice her suspicions.

“Well, I won’t pry, sister. You know that I am always here to listen,” she reassured, reaching out a gentle hand towards your face. You let the tips of her fingers graze your cheek, the warmth of her hand providing transitory comfort. 

The two of you exchange sweet smiles before you pull away. It was getting dark, and the longer you stayed here, the harder it’d be to avoid the very thing you were trying to get away from—the very person you were trying to get away from. 

“I know, Kiri,” you grabbed her hand, encasing it between your own, “I know…but—I have to go. I promise I’m alright. I’ve just…been doing some thinking, and I think I gotta sort some things out with myself before I can be around the rest of you, you know?” 

There’s a silence between the two of you, and you’re not exactly sure if she’s taken offense to what you’ve just said, or if she’s carefully choosing her words. You decide on the latter though, because the last thing you want to do is make her feel as if she’s done something wrong, or if anyone has done something wrong. This was entirely on you; you and your stupid, selfish human heart. 

“Yes, I know what you mean,” she replies, squinting her eyes. Again, there’s a silence, but you can tell she still has something to say, like she’s mulling it over. “Will you at least be here tonight? You know, for the big feast? Everyone will be here, even Neteyam,” the girl tsks playfully, shaking her head as she walks circles around you. 

Immediately your body stiffens, and she responds to this by teasing you, “Or, I could just save you something…or maybe i’ll ask Neteyam to save you something since he’ll be the most important man tonight.”

“And why would you do that?” the words leave your tongue before you have the chance to process them. It reads rather defensively, but you ignore it. “I mean, why—why ask Neteyam?” 

“Because he’s your friend…” kiri pokes you, “because you love him,” she whispers, only this time her voice is a lot more serious, a lot quieter—a whisper. This is when you get that feeling again. 

That weird, achy feeling that leaves your stomach in knots and your throat all puffy. The sensation is debilitating—suffocating, and the only way you know how to ease it is by doing what you had set out to do in the first place (though, you were swiftly interrupted).

“Don’t be silly, Kiri,” your smile drops solemnly, “we’re…friends, just friends. Besides, he’s going to be spoken for soon. There are a lot of Na’vi women who would make fine mates…” Your voice decrescendos into the forest night air, the conversation lasting a lot longer than you’d anticipated. To stop your solemn mood from being expressed outwardly, you quickly turn around, looking back once to speak.

“Anyway, I have to go now. I’ll see you later.” Kiri nods and waves bye, her eyes watching as your small frame disappears out of her family’s tent. 

A cacophony of voices and music fall on deaf ears as you make your way through the village. The preparation is beginning, but all you can think about is him. Him, him, him. 

And ever since you overheard a rumor that Neytiri and Mo’at had chosen the next in line to become tsahik after Neytiri, your heart stopped beating…because you knew. You knew exactly what this meant—the end.

Neteyam was to be a future olo’eyktan, after all. And in Na’vi culture, the future head of the clan and the future spiritual representative were to be betrothed. You knew that, and yet, you couldn’t fathom it. Because then it’d be the end. 

The end of your late night rendezvous, the end of your special talks, the end of your banter, and your clandestine glances—your whispers. The ones that were quiet, and innocent…the ones that tingled the shell of your ears. Meant for him and you only. 

It was selfish, really. Stupid. You knew the day would come when he’d have to grow up and fulfill his duties as a Na’vi male. Just not this soon though, you wanted to hold onto him a little longer. And if drinking your pain away to preserve those precious memories could do that, then you’d do it. 

Lost in your train of thought, you don’t register that you’ve walked yourself right into the heart of a crowd until you bump into a young na’vi child. Apologizing, you then attempt to squeeze through the sea of bodies, tapping lightly on people’s legs until you reach the front. The people were cheering, celebrating the hunters’ return and the game that the Great Mother had graciously given them. 

Slowly, hunters had begun pooling in from the forest on direhorseback. Then, they started coming in clusters, all ululating, and pumping their fists in the air while holding their dead game in the other. Your head turned in awe as each hunter rode past you, the energy of the people so contagious that your sour mood was starting to dissipate, even if just a little. 

Thinking that was the last of the riders, you begin walking again, but the sound of heavy hooves striking the ground halt your movements. Turning your head back to the trees, you see something moving behind the shrubbery, and then enters none other than the man of the hour: Neteyam. If the people weren’t cheering before, they were definitely cheering now—especially since he’d managed to catch an adult sturmbeest (which was a difficult feat). 

The direhorse strides slowly through the crowd, and stops in the centre on Neteyam’s command. Nobody can take their eyes off of him, and neither can you. He just looks so strong, and masculine—like his father, even though he’s the spitting image of his mother. Neteyam puts his hand into the air before he dismounts his horse and ushers the people to settle down, and eventually, they do. 

He points to the sturmbeest that his direhorse is carrying back to be prepared. “Tonight, my brothers and sisters…” a pause, “we dance! we sing! we feast!” His words excite the villagers again, uluations so loud that your ears begin to ring. Just as you’re about to turn away, his eyes meet yours—he smiles. And there it is. That achy feeling in your chest. 

He wants to say something, reaches his arm out to you as if he were silently telling you to wait up, but then a girl strikes up a conversation with him. At first, you’re not entirely sure who it is—and you shouldn’t even care—but then you do a double take and your heart sinks a little more. It was Tsimandi, the girl rumored to be his betrothed. 

From this distance, you can’t hear what they’re talking about, so you watch intently. He’s got his head thrown back in hearty laughter, and she’s touching him—actually touching him, her hands wrapped around his forearm in an attempt to pull him further away. 

You think if you stay a second longer you’ll actually become a pile of liquid where you stand, so you take this opportunity to slip away while he’s preoccupied. 

When Neteyam looks back, he notices your absence. Squinting, he looks around in search of you, and then he sees what looks like a person disappearing into the thick of the forest. Just what is she doing?

“I apologize, Tsimandi, but I must do something,” he begins backing away, a genuine expression etched onto his face, “I will see you tonight, at the feast!” 

“Oh, o-okay,” she mutters but he’s already run off. Neteyam calls for his direhorse and waits at the edge of the forest until it comes running towards him. Before he can mount it and follow you, someone calls out to him. 

“And where are you going?” the voice queries, tone laced with suspicion. He recognizes who it belongs to and sighs. 

“Nowhere, sir,” he dismounts, meeting his father’s eyes, his mother also accompanying him. 

“Yeah, I’d hope so. The people are throwing this feast for you, or have you forgotten?” Jake gives him a once over, eyes still boring into his son. 

“No, sir. I have not forgotten,” the boy lowers his gaze in embarrassment. 

“Good. Go get ready, knucklehead.”

With each trudge through the forest, you were losing more and more sunlight. You’d walked about halfway to your destination when you remembered the bottle sloshing around in your satchel. 

Usually, you waited to drink the liquid there, but you decided given today’s strenuous events, you’d have some now. A reward, you tell yourself. Taking the bottle out of the bag, you lift your mask from your face briefly, twisting open the top and taking a big swig. 

No matter how many times you did it, the taste always made you gag. Bourbon—is what they called it. It was equal parts bitter and pungent but it did the trick. Helped you to relax, to forget. The first time you came across it, it was by pure accident. 

You’d been somewhere you shouldn’t have been, doing things you shouldn’t have been doing. But one thing led to another, and soon enough, you were inebriated for the first time. 

By the time you drink half of your weight in liquor, you reach your destination. The old shack. After what happened with the Sky People, Jake’s first rule as olo’eyktan was to prohibit anyone from entering. 

Even being somewhere remotely around the area was forbidden. But you were no stranger to disobedience, you’d come here once with Lo’ak (which was your first time actually). 

Though, you didn’t get to explore much because Tuk had spoiled your fun by telling Jake. That day was one of your favorite memories, you think. Jake couldn’t stop yelling at the two of you, but all you could do was laugh. Nothing was really even funny, but you couldn’t help it. Seeing Jake’s eye twitch at your outburst only exacerbated it. 

Lo’ak was getting the worst of it, and Neteyam fell victim to Jake’s nagging too for not ‘being there’. After a while, he’d dismissed the bunch of you from his tent and as soon as you were out of earshot, the three of you went into a frenzy of laughter. You think back fondly on those memories, all the ones that include Neteyam, that is. 

“God, there isn’t a second when I’m not thinking of you…” you sigh in exhaustion, extending an arm out to open the shack’s door. Reaching in your satchel, you pull out two jars full of glow worms (you’ve found that two jars are enough to light up the shack). Ambling over to your favorite spot, you open a cabinet and reach for another bottle of that bitter liquid you willingly put into your body. 

It’s still a wonder to you how well preserved these bottles remained over the years, and you’re pretty sure you’ve heard Norm or someone mention that the older the liquor, the better it tastes (which was a lie, but alas, you down another shot). 

“Wooo,” a cough erupts from your throat, “yep, still nasty.” 

At this point, the liquor is starting to take effect. Warmth radiates throughout your entire body, and you can feel your limbs gradually getting heavier. Being drunk had to be one of your top three favorite feelings. 

It either made you: sad, tired, or giggly (maybe even all at once). But now? Now you were feeling sleepy, so you groggily trudge over to one of the beds in the shack. 

As soon as your body hits the plush, a cloud of dust filters through the air. It was incredibly disgusting, but you’d slept in worse places. For now, you would lay here…succumbing to a sweet slumber. 

Neteyam had gone home without fuss as promised. Go and get ready. Well, he was doing exactly that now, exchanging his previous attire for that of something more formal. He rolled his eyes and huffed. Sometimes his father could just be a…

“Son of a bitch,” the boy snapped, his frustration reaching its peak. He’d been standing in the tent for about 10 minutes trying to figure out this headpiece his mother had laid out for him, but could not for the life of him figure it out. 

Giving up, he throws it to the ground and takes a seat with his head in his hands. Kiri slips in shortly after his outburst, bending to the ground to retrieve the item. Hesitantly, she walks over to her brother. 

“If you needed some help, you could have called, brother.” Neteyam lifts his head up from his hands to see Kiri towering over him, his eyes breaking contact with hers as she sits down next to him. There’s a pregnant pause, but it doesn’t last for long because Kiri is already opening her mouth to speak.

“What is troubling you?” She asks, forcing Neteyam to turn his back to her so that she can place the headpiece onto him properly. He inhales deeply, then exhales.

“I do not know…I saw (your name) earlier and…” Kiri hums, encouraging him to continue, “and—she had this strange look on her face.” 

“Look? What do you mean? Was she angry? Sad?” 

“I have never seen it before, sister. She usually looks happy when she sees me…but this look was different,” his voice is almost inaudible when he finishes. Kiri ponders for a bit, tilting her head as if she were mentally putting the puzzle pieces together. 

“How come you did not speak to her?” Kiri makes her final adjustments to the headpiece, ushering Neteyam to meet her eyes. 

“I was going to…I tried to, but Tsimandi found me before I could,” he fiddles with his fingers. Kiri takes note of his disposition, and she frowns empathetically. Clearly, whatever was going on with you two was something you had to work out together. This wasn’t like either of you! 

“But it was not just today either,” he continues, “she has been distancing herself for awhile, have you noticed?” She laughs at this, nodding her head.

“Yes, she has been acting a little strange lately. I think I might know what is troubling her, brother,” the girl takes his hand into her own. “But I cannot tell you. This is something that concerns only she and you…”

Neteyam squints his eyes in confusion, muttering a ‘what’. His mouth opens to speak but he is swiftly interrupted upon Jake and Neytiri’s arrival. He looks to Kiri for some clarification but all she says is: ‘go, go, you have a feast to attend’, followed with a, ‘find her later’.

“Well? Come on, the people won’t wait for your blue ass all day will they?” Jake teases. Neytiri slaps his arm, scolding him playfully. 

“Ah, my son, my beautiful son,” she pads to where he stands, taking his face into her hands. “It is time to go, we must celebrate you.”

Jake nods, flashing a quick wink of approval. Together, they all walk out of the tent and through the village where they’re instantly greeted with colorful luminescence, loud music, and food. All things that have been so generously prepared for him. By the time they make it down to the Tree of Souls, everyone halts their cheering to hear what Jake has to say.

“Tonight we eat,” a pause, “in honor of Neteyam’s mighty victory!” Jake grabs his eldest son’s hand, raising it in the air. “He led his first attack against the Sky People and made it back without any casualties!” A sudden roar of praise erupts from the crowd. 

Everyone is chanting his name, and clapping, but even amidst all this praise, he can’t help but to think about you. What does all of this matter if you’re not here to celebrate with him? 

You’ve been by his side since the two of you could walk, so where are you now? The thought saddens him, but he can’t wear his heart on his sleeve tonight. Not when there’s so many people here just for him. 

“For the past 20 years, my son has always been just a boy to me. But now I realize…he is a man—and he has proven himself in front of the eyes of Eywa,” The former marine glances down at his son, eyeing him in admiration. “Enough talking, let us feast!”

Laughter and songs fill the warm, breezy nighttime air. It’s been about two hours since the celebration commenced, and Neteyam has just about made his rounds to every important family. 

He smiles warmly as he looks at the scene in front of him: children playing and dancing by the fireside, putting on elaborate performances for the adults still filling their bellies full of food. Everyone is lively—happy, a testament to tonight’s success. 

Mo’at is pleased by this especially, she tells him that ‘this is what the people needed’—you know, to boost morale. At some point, when nobody is watching, he slips away from the party to walk around. Unbeknownst to him, someone has seen him. 

“Getting tired?” a voice questions from the shadows. Out comes Kiri, revealing herself from behind a leaf. 

“Yes, exhausted actually,” he jokes, disconnecting his braid from his direhorse. “No, but I need to find (your name). She has not come back and it is dark.”

“I figured you would leave early, that’s why I covered your ass and told Dad you were not feeling well,” the feline-like girl smirks. 

“Do you have an idea where she might be?” 

Kiri takes a moment before answering, “I’m not sure…but for some reason, I have a hunch that she’s at the old shack,” Neteyam furrows his brows in confusion. 

“Why do you think she’s there?” he queries, “I mean, it is forbidden.” Kiri offers him a shrug.

“I don’t know but if you’re going to find her, do it now while dad still thinks you’re not feeling well.”

With that, he thanks her for the intel and mounts his horse, disappearing into the thick of the forest. On the way there, his mind conjures up just about every possible scenario that might explain your absence. 

Were you upset with him? Did he do something or say something that you didn’t like? He wishes he could just read your thoughts because right now, his heart is pounding so rapidly within the confines of his chest, that he thinks it’ll explode. 

This wasn’t like you two, everything was always so easygoing. Being with you was easy, like breathing. But this? His heart couldn’t handle this. Yeah, there’s been some distance between the two of you recently but not due to his own volition—it was duty. If he could spend every second of his life by your side, just being kids, laughing with you, playing with you, he would. 

He’s trying to recount these last few days, weeks—months. Trying to pinpoint when exactly things got like this between you…pinpoint when you stopped smiling at him with that smile that made his head all fuzzy, and his heart race like a kid running for the first time. 

“Ah, everything’s going to shit, buddy,” he sighs, rubbing the side of his horse, “I don’t know what is wrong.” His mammalian companion grunts empathetically, stopping in its tracks at the edge of the forest when it sees the abandoned link shack. Neteyam doesn’t bother scolding her, because even the animals know that this place is forbidden. 

“Alright, I will see you later, okay? Stay here,” he pats her, disconnecting the bond. From this distance, he can see that there seems to be some sort of light illuminating from inside the shack. 

That alone already confirms Kiri’s hunch. The closer he gets, the more his stomach feels uneasy. He doesn’t even know why he’s nervous, but he attempts to ease his mind (and body) by telling himself that it’s only you. He’s talked to you one on one hundreds of times, so what’s the difference now?

Noises in the distance rouse you from your ephemeral repose. When you stand up, your head spins with the room, causing you to instinctively reach out for the nearest surface available. Whatever was outside had better be non-threatening, because you were not in the condition to be fighting—let alone standing. When you were drunk like this, you couldn’t even hurt a fly. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna have the worst headache soon,” you huff quietly, still aware that there might be someone or something outside. The noise is getting closer, and you’re running out of time to find a hiding spot. 

Quickly, you grab the closest thing you can to defend yourself (which is literally a jar of glow worms), and crouch down below the window. When you lift your head just enough to see outside, the makings of a silhouette cloud your vision. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whisper-yell, tightening your hold on the jar. Lifting your head up again, you notice that the figure is not in the spot it was previously. Then, the knob to the shack twists, and now it’s opening, and—

“(Your name)?” 

You pause your attack, slowly dropping your hand (that’s holding the jar) to your side. A flood of relief washes over you once you register who the voice belongs to. Rising from the ground, you open the door fully to see Neteyam standing in the doorway. 

“I almost killed you, you know!” you raise the jar, pulling him inside of the shack. 

“I think it would take more than a jar of worms to kill me,” he teases. Rolling your eyes, you continue ushering him further inside, leading him to an area where you can sit and talk. 

“What…what are you doing here?” you finally ask, folding your arms across your chest. Neteyam towers over you from this height, so he accommodates you by dropping to his haunches. 

“I was worried about you,” the boy confesses, “what are you doing here? Why were you not at the feast?” Suddenly, you don’t really feel like talking anymore. Even though the adrenaline from before was still pumping through your veins, so was the alcohol in your system. You’re not so sure you’d be able to keep your composure long enough to answer without exposing your truest feelings. So, you decide on deflecting. 

“Aren’t you the man of the hour? I think you should go back to the party before daddy throws a fit. We both know how he gets when his perfect little son isn’t at his every beck and call…” As soon as the words spill from your tongue, you wince. It came out meaner than you meant, and the last thing you wanted was to give him shit for being a caring friend. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean that,” you apologize, sitting down on the bed. All he does is sigh, but he takes this opportunity to enter your space, gets all close until his body is nestled between your legs. 

“I know…I know, but I want you to tell me what’s wrong, hm?” his fingers lift your chin, “so I can fix it.” 

“Can’t fix this, ‘Teyam,” a saltine droplet ribbons down your face. Your head is tilted up with his fingers, but you can’t even force yourself to meet his gaze. God, how pathetic did you look right now? 

Here you were, inside an abandoned shack, drinking your body weight in liquor…all while a celebration was being thrown in your best friend’s honor. And for what? Because you were jealous? Because you liked him—loved him? 

You knew that eventually your relationship would shift. That he’d take on his duties as the future olo’eyktan, and you’d just be his human friend he hangs with from time to time. How stupid could you be to think things would stay like this forever?

“Hey, hey, hey,” he soothes, both hands now cupping your cheeks, “don’t do that. Do not shut me out. We’re not like this, (your name), you used to always talk to me about things.”

Things. You’d talk about things. But those things were not like these things. And if he knew what things you were thinking about, the things that involved him…then you two would never talk about things again. 

You’re curious, though. What if you just told him? Just told him about all the days you’ve loved him, all the nights you’ve stayed up thinking of him—all the stars you counted wishing for him? At least then, the burden of keeping such a secret would stop weighing so heavy on your heart. 

“I..” a breath, “I heard a rumor.” The boy hums, encouraging you to continue. “I heard your mother has chosen her successor.”

“Is that what this is about? Why does this bother you?”

“Because you know what this means! We both know what this means, don’t be dense, ’Teyam,” you droop your head in sorrow, coaxing him to just lift it back up. Only this time, his hold on your face is a lot firmer. His eyes are fiercer.

“No. I don’t, so just tell me.”

“You’re gonna be the future olo’eyktan, and we both know that the future clan leader and the chosen tsahik are to be betrothed,” you start, “there will be no time for me! No more late night talks, no more exploring, no more secret whispers…I mean, I get it, you have duties to fulfill but…I wanna be selfish a little longer. Can’t I be selfish a little longer?”

You say the last line while meeting his gaze. You’re teary eyed and shaking, but you try your best to keep any semblance of composure you have left intact (though, it’s failing). His expression is indiscernible. 

It makes you nervous. Sick. And now you’re forcing yourself not to throw up because…the realization that you just told someone your deepest, truest, most vulnerable feelings makes you physically ill. 

“Oh, god, I’m sorry. Forget what I jus—“

“Are you serious? You don’t get it do you?” Neteyam’s head falls forward, a little chuckle slipping past his lips. His hands leave your head and slither down to your hands. He takes them into his own, eyeing you while kissing the knuckles of each. 

The act is incredibly intimate, sends white-hot electricity down the column of your spine. Renders you speechless. All you can do is sit there, too scared that if you move or speak, you’ll shatter into a million little pieces. 

“I have duties, yes…but my heart is already spoken for. Always has been.” 

“What are you saying, ’Teyam,” your head snuggles into the warmth of his hand. You know exactly what he’s saying, but you want to hear him say—

“I see you,” he whispers in your ear, “you are my most beloved.” The warmth of his breath tingles the shell of your ear, it takes the strength of a thousand men to not scream. 

But in this moment? In this moment you want to kiss him. You want to kiss him silly, actually, but you quickly remember the thing on your face preventing your lips from connecting with his. There are truly evil forces conspiring against you.

“I want to kiss you,” you admit solemnly. 

“Oh, you don’t know how many nights I’ve spent dreaming about kissing you. Too many,” he jokes, “but I’m afraid if we remove this, you’ll die.” 

“Then you don’t have to kiss my lips,” a silence, “you can kiss me anywhere you’d like. Anywhere.” 

His green eyes flitter between your face and your body, and then his hands are on you, forcing you to lay back against the bed. You lift your head up and lean back onto your elbows, watching through lust-filled eyes as he begins his ministrations. 

He starts from the bottom, works his way up real slowly—too slowly. He’s showing restraint, and while you appreciate the fact that he’s worshiping your body like a devoted follower worships their deity, you want him to ravage you. To eat you up until there’s nothing left but bones. 

“’Teyam, please…” you breathe out impatiently. Like the cocky-brat he is, he ignores your pleas, only laughing into your skin. 

“Shh, be calm.” The plush of his lips trail up the plains and pastures of your body, up your calves, your thighs (he spends the most time there), and then comes to a stop at the crest of your breasts. His fingers fiddle with the cloth covering your chest, lightly tracing the edges that rest just beneath your mounds. 

A tease is what he is. And you didn’t have the time for a tease, so you figured you’d help speed up the process by removing it. Sitting up, you untie the makeshift top and let it fall to your lap, smirking deviously as if you’ve done something so naughty. 

“Thought I’d help you,” you grin, wrapping your hands around his neck, “Please, no more going slow…I think we’ve been going slow for twenty years, don’t you think?” 

And he gets the hint, once again resuming his assault on your body, but this time with more fervor. More urgency. He’s kissing you everywhere, licking wet stripes over your chest, and leaving love bites in the places where he’s kissed you. Right now he’s acting on his most basic, primal instincts—he’s claiming you as his mate—in the only way he knows how to. 

The feeling of his hands on your neck, back, thighs and waist send you into oblivion. But then his hands are creeping up to your tits, deft fingers twisting and kneading, and oh god, you’re seeing stars. The addition of his mouth doesn’t help either.

“You’re so,” a kiss, “beautiful,” a suck, “perfect.” Neteyam kneads one breast while his mouth works on another. He plops down onto a pert nipple, using his tongue to draw circles around the area, his saliva acting as a salve. 

A moan (that comes out more like a disgruntled sigh) vacates your throat, and his eyes widen in excitement. The sight of his tail swaying in the background makes you giggle. Cute, you think. 

Even though what the two of you were doing wasn’t innocent, you couldn’t help but to feel all giddy. Reaching a hand out, you place a gentle palm on the side of his face. 

You trace the contours of his nose, his cheekbones, smooth over his jaw, and then stop at his lips. Your thumb grazes them, first the top, then the bottom—learning. Committing them to memory, how they look, feel, and move under your thumb. 

Neteyam is unmoving while you continue to run your finger across his lips—save for his hand, which slowly begins traveling south to your thighs. Experimentally, you push your thumb inside of his mouth, pressing the digit down on his tongue before tracing his cat-like canines. This moment is particularly special, because now it’s you who’s doing the admiring. 

The free hand that’s not inching towards your core, skillfully removes the loin cloth around your hips. Immediately, he’s met with your bare sex. It’s smooth—wet, so incredibly wet that it has his cock twitching, and his hands eager to touch you. He wants to taste you. Feel you, all of you. 

“I—,” a slender finger rubs your slit, “mmf, see you,” you mewl, cupping his cheek. Neteyam’s eyes widen, he wants to hear you make that sound again…and again, and again, and—

The boy repeats the action. Watches your abs flex and tremble from the touch, and your thighs close in on his arm. Using the other hand, he gently pulls them apart and leaves three open-mouthed kisses: one on your inner thigh, one on another, and then a final one at the top of your mound. The heat from his nostrils make you full body shiver; suddenly, being the only one completely bare is slightly bothering you. 

“Do not cover yourself. I want to see you,” his hand finds your cunt again, a long finger pushing into you ever so slowly, “…want to hear those sweet sounds again.” 

A soft sigh leaves your lips as you watch his digit push further into you, the drag of a knuckle against your slick walls aiding in the pleasure. You can’t help but to wince at the intrusion, because shit, this was a lot more than what you were used to—using your fingers, that is. 

You also suppose penetration would be off the table considering humans and Na’vi were never meant to mate, but it doesn’t prevent you from fantasizing about it anyway. How big was it? Did he touch himself? Use his hands and picture yours? 

The thought of him hunching over, rubbing one out, all slick with sweat and pre has your head all dizzy. Your mouth is practically salivating at the mental image you’ve conjured up in your head of him fucking your face, but you know it would never fit. There really are evil forces conspiring against you…

Neteyam’s finger reaching the hilt brings you back down to reality. A forceful thrust that coaxes you to gasp sharply and grab his forearm. After patiently waiting for you to adjust to his size, he begins to move. He sets a steady rhythm, pulling out slowly, then pushing back into you with the same velocity. 

Eventually, his movements become less hesitated, and more calculated. Instead of steady and slow, he begins increasing the pace of his thrusts, then graduates from speed to incorporating force. 

Every delve of his finger, every deliberate drag and prod has fire pooling in the depths of your belly. Squelches and whimpers ricochet off of the metal walls, and fuck, his dick won’t stop twitching. 

It’s grown considerably harder in these past few minutes, and all from just hearing you vocalize your pleasure. When the stretch stops feeling like a stretch, and starts feeling like a ‘give me more’, that’s when you encourage him to add another. And of course, he indulges you. 

The same time he pushes another finger in, is the same time he starts rubbing himself. He’s not even really aware of it at first, it’s mindless. He’s just so entranced by you, and the sounds you’re making, the things you’re saying, the way your cunt’s sucking in his fingers—

Fuck. He just finished all over himself. He doesn’t let that deter him though, keeps fingering you through his post-orgasm, taking care of you until you come undone on his fingers. 

And the sight is amazing, he can’t stop gawking at the way your hole flutters around him, and the nectar-like liquid that drips down the length of his fingers and onto the bed. He wants to taste it. 

“Can I taste you?” he asks. You’re in such a daze that the question doesn’t even register, suddenly too preoccupied with breathing like you’ve forgotten how to. 

“Huh? Wha—ohhhh.” His tongue licks a long stripe up your slit. He concentrates the tip at the bottom, lapping at the essence that leaks from there, and then circles back to your puffy bud. Experimentally, he prods it with his fingers, rubbing it in tantalizingly slow circles. 

The combination of his tongue and his fingers almost feel overwhelming, you feel like a puppet on a marionette with the way he’s maneuvering your legs around for better access. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was a starved man. 

His mouth is slick with drool, and his hands are pressing down so firmly onto your thighs, that you’re sure a handprint will be there for you to discover in the morning. His tongue feels so good on you, so nasty. 

The picture is obscene, unlike anything you’ve ever witnessed before. But the thing that’s really getting to you are the sounds he’s making. Grunts and groans, expletives and mumbles. ‘So good’, ‘perfect’, ‘beautiful’…it has your head spinning and your fists gripping for the sheets beneath you. 

There’s a knot in your abdomen pulled taut like a string of twine. You can feel it twisting and pulling, ready to come undone at the drop of a pin. The more he works on your slit, the more the temperature rises in the shack. 

Was the room always spinning? Did your body always run this hot? It feels like you’ve been thrown into a furnace, and the only source of coolness is the wetness that his tongue provides. 

“‘M gonna, mmf, ’s too much!” you jab at his hand in an attempt to push him away. He’s relentless though, still sucking harshly, and teasing, ramming his thick fingers up against your gummy walls. 

It feels different than when you touch yourself, more intense. Like something’s sitting heavy on your bladder. Then, snap. The string in your abdomen unravels, bringing forth a flood of ecstasy. 

“’Teyam!” you sob, back arching to the ceiling. When he pulls his fingers out, a stream of clear liquid seeps from your cunt. He’s awestruck, staring in admiration as your sweat kissed chest rises and falls rhythmically. 

“Look, your legs are shaking,” he points, biting down a laugh, “why are they shaking?” 

“Oh my god, shut up!” you feign offense, pushing him backwards with a chuckle. He pretends to be wounded, rubbing his back dramatically, ‘oohing’ and ‘owing’ as he does so. When you finally sit up, your eyes naturally fall to his loincloth, a wet ringlet contrasting starkly against the beige textile. 

“Hey…” your voice is hesitant, but teetering on the edge of curiosity, “Can I try something?” 

The boy silently nods his approval, shifting his position on the ground when you amble over to him. A look of confusion molds onto his face following the events that involve you plopping down onto his lap and laying him down. He goes to speak but you interrupt him. 

“Your turn, right? Can’t put it in, but…I can still make you feel good,” you say, tugging on the piece of fabric that separates your sex from his. Eagerly, he removes it for you and lets the item fall haphazardly to the ground. 

It’s big, so big—and pretty too. A beautiful blue hue that matches the rest of his body, paired along with a blushing teal tip that’s oozing pre. You want to know what he tastes like on your tongue…

“So pretty.”

Heat rises to his cheeks, and his tail takes an aquiline form, quivering in rapid movements. His usual, over-confident disposition was slowly dissipating under your intense gaze, and you reveled in it by mocking his bashfulness. 

“Awe, the little kitty’s shy,” you mock, tickling his side. 

“Stop it, I don’t look like those Earth things,” he laughs, pushing your hand away, but to no avail. You continue to dodge his attempts to stop you, tickling him here and there until he accidentally bucks and pulls you down against him. Embarrassingly, you let a whine fall from your lips…still too sensitive down there, you guess. 

There’s a shit-eating grin plastered on his face now, you hate it. “Who’s making noises like a kitty now, huh?” With this, he takes the liberty to do it again, pressing you down hard against his length. 

The feeling of your bare cunt against him is electrifying, probably (definitely) not better than him being inside you, but the next best thing. This was supposed to be your thanks to him. But now he’s taken full charge—maneuvering you back and forth, gripping and kneading—it’s cruel.  

For someone who’s never mated with anyone in his life, he’s sure moving you around like he has. His hands are all over you—thighs, hips, waist, breasts, it’s almost overwhelming. Every touch, addled with the buck of hips, brings forth a new sensation that is better than the last. You think this would be a good way to go out, right on his cock. One last hurrah before the morbid inevitable. 

“You f-feel so good, (your name),” his voice is breathy, “r-really good.” Neteyam’s grip on your arms is vice, partly because he can feel his climax approaching, but mostly because he can tell you’re growing tired. 

Swiftly, he changes your positions to where you’re laying on your back and he’s crouching over you. The tip of his head smoothes over your folds when he pushes up, and before he draws back, you can see just about where his dick would rest if he were inside of you. 

“I’d be all the way up here,” he presses down just beneath your breastbone, “you’re so tiny.” It sounds so dirty, but you know ultimately he’s just making an observation—regardless, the comment has your stomach churning in excitement. 

The both of you watch in fascination as he sheathes himself up and over your cunt, moaning in unison when the tip of his mushroomy head catches against your bud. Euphoric, he thinks. He never imagined that something could feel this good, let alone without connecting bonds. 

Still sensitive from earlier, it doesn’t take too long for you to reach your peak. Neteyam knows that your arrhythmic breathing is a tell-tale sign, and he helps you get there by cooing words of encouragement. 

He goes back and forth between ’I got you’s and ‘it’s okay’s, leaving trails of kisses down your body in his wake. The second you finish, you’re pulling him down onto you tight. Moaning and whining into his ear, whispering those same words of encouragement that he whispered to you prior.

“So good, ‘Teyam,” you claw at his back, “keep going, want you to feel good too.” And he does. Unrelenting in his attack against your sex, he comes with a few more pistons. 

You eagerly welcome him into your arms when he drops from exhaustion, and hold him there until your erratic breaths synchronize. The both of you are disgustingly sweaty and sticky, but even so, you feel at peace. 

You bask in the tranquil quietness of the night, just staring at each other. Soft caresses and soothing hums. Then, Neteyam speaks. 

“On this fateful night, two hearts danced…” he whispers, grabbing your hand to hold it over his heart. 

“What does this mean?” you smile at him. He ponders over it and then explains. 

“My songcord…I want to tell this story,” he starts, “the night when two hearts became one.” 

A crystal droplet cascades down your face, “that sounds beautiful.”

© arachine 2022

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[hhnguyen]

life of a traitor

I’m really sorry if this one seemed a bit messy, because I was trying to convey the feelings from multiple POV’s at the same time instead of just one. ps. i will drown in the Lo’ak x Tsireya ship. My OTP for life. 

♢ Pairing: Dad!Jake Sully x Oldest daughter!Reader, Lo’ak x Tsireya, Dad!Jake Sully x Lo’ak

♢ Word count: 4k 

♢ Genre: angst, family comfort - Warnings: cursing, Jake being a bad dad for once but we still love him 

⌲ Description: “You have shamed this family.” Words hurt and they sting. Yet you make sure your dad gets to feel that very pain in the wake of Lo’ak’s return. 

M A S T E R L I S T

“The Sully boy has been found!”

“The oldest is with him! They’re both back!”

You were holding your breath, you realized, as the village got closer. The lit-up lanterns that seemed like mere specks of stars in the night from a distance not long ago now seemingly looming over you with intimidation for what was to come. Both of you were perched on the backs of the Metkayina warrior's mounts that had spotted the two swimming back into the reefs after sending the tulkun off. 

And with Atanzaw flying above your heads, shining in the dark with his bioluminescent marks, it was an easy spotting as an uproar had started. 

Your brother reached the dock first, thanking the one who helped as you followed up shortly after doing the same. 

As if as one, both yours and Lo’ak’s gaze locked onto Ao’nung standing at the very front beside his parents. He was silent, though you didn’t know if that was due to the aftermath of his scolding or guilt for nearly killing your brother.

For his sake, it better had been the latter. 

You merely stood back as Lo’ak was ready to pounce on the boy himself until your dad quickly intervened with raised hands of peace, and you could not stop the disappointed roll of your eyes. 

“Hey…” Jake was trying to make eye contact with him, but sensing how his youngest son was too busy death glaring at the Olo’eyktan’s heir it was a futile try. “Let’s have a look at you.”

“He’s fine, he’s fine. Just a few scratches,” your dad declared, obviously nervous and trying to appear calm. 

“Define fine,” you muttered, not bothering to be too discreet and catching both the eyes of Tonowari and Jake. 

Your mother was next, as she threw herself down on the lower ledge and grabbed Lo’ak by his shoulders, nails probably digging in uncomfortably for a short moment. There was clear distress for her child on her face, but also the aggravation of him getting into trouble again. A very familiar combination when it came to your baby brother, admittedly. 

You still made sure to be closer to him as you stepped up, shoulders just barely brushing your dad’s arm in passing and hovering a mere few inches behind. A silent shield to be used if needed. 

“I pray for the strength that I will not rip the eyeballs out of my youngest son!” She growled with a frustrated grab at his face - Lo’ak did nothing but lean away, face stone cold in all the chaos. 

His indifference was worrying you as you reached out to subtly hook your little pinky around his own. An action that only the two of you and Kiri could do with your extra fingers. His body didn’t reveal anything besides the slight twitch at the touch, but he didn’t pull away, and you took it as a good sign. 

For now. 

“No. My son knows better than to take him outside of the reef,” Tonowari pushed Ao’nung down to his knees by the back of his neck, a sight that gave you immense satisfaction as your lips curled up into a small smirk. “The blame is his.”

Your father was trying his best to de-escalate the situation, you knew that. And although you had a lot to say, things were going smoothly at this point, so they were held back. 

“Okay, let’s go,” Jake accepted it, urging Lo’ak to get a move on and you started to follow until the next words made you freeze in shock. 

“No. This is not Ao’nung’s fault. This was my idea.”

What the fuck was he doing?

Stupid, stupid boy!

Your heart was starting to pump, the disbelief at that flat-out lie from Lo’ak not making it any better. And you made sure to voice it. 

“Lo’ak!” Your hiss was hardly low in volume, or gentle in its approach. It was a harsh, aggressive sound that made several people look as you grabbed your youngest brother’s arm and pulled him to you. “What do you think you’re doing?!” 

You were pretty sure your nails were digging into his skin much more painfully than your mom’s did. 

But as the idiot that he was, he wrenched away from you and continued on as if you hadn’t spoken. “Ao’nung tried to talk me out of it. Really.”

Lie, lie, lies!

The word thundered in your head as you pinched your eyes shut with a rigid sigh. Your parents had so clearly lost their patience as your dad went up first, your mom grabbing Lo’ak either in anger or confusion. “Lo’ak!”

You weren’t sure of anything, to be honest. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally finished. 

“Come on,” Jake’s voice was sternly laced with exhaustion as you both followed him.  “I got this one.”

How many times hadn’t you heard that sentence? 

There was a tense moment of silence as your family walked away, but Tuk was absent you noticed. Which was a good thing in itself, supposedly. She didn’t need to see this ugly side of your family so young - there were certain moments for learning, whereas others would just create minimal trauma. Just like now. 

“Dad, you told me to make friends with these kids, that was what I was trying to do-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” 

You cautiously straightened up at the apparent held-back anger and glanced at your mom, hoping she might help to diffuse the situation. But her glare was still firmly settled on Lo’ak, as you licked your lips anxiously. 

This situation was not reached its peak yet, the comprehension of the current mood washing over you. 

“Dad…”

“You brought shame to this family.”

It felt like the air had been sucked out of your lungs and stones beings violently shoved in their stead, eyes widening at the horrible words your dad…no, Jake Sully just blatantly said to your brother. 

Because this was not the dad that you knew. 

How could he? 

Saying such words when Lo’ak was already struggling with himself. 

Couldn’t they see that? 

It was so clear, your confusion nearly befuddled you enough, but not quite.

Because your anger was there. Simmering, boiling - ready to erupt at any moment - because this wasn’t fair.

Your baby brother was being so strong. 

Oh, how his expression squeezed your heart almost painfully. The way his shoulders just only drooped before straightening back up and fists clenching as his cold mask slipped back over the hurt that had been there only for a single second. 

“Can I go now?”

Don’t go. Please, don’t go. 

“Any more trouble I’ll tie a knot in your tail, you read me?”

Stop.

“Yes sir.”

Just fucking stop.  

With a flick of his eyes, your dad dismissed Lo’ak like he was one of his soldiers, and as you tried to reach out for him, your baby brother ignored you with a visible lean away. 

An action that hurt you more than you realized until now. 

“Where were you?” Your mom spoke for the first time, turning to Neteyam. 

Someone that had nothing to do with this whole fiasco. 

“Yeah, what happened to keep an eye on your brother?” 

You spoke before he could. “Where were you?”

Both of your parents turned to look, identical frowns on their faces as they stared you down at your tone. But you would not budge at their intimidation. 

“Excuse me?”

“How could you?” 

“Y/N this is not the time for one of your tirades again.”

The disbelieving laugh that you let out was so out of character that even Kiri’s eyes widened warily. 

Your sister was someone who often silently observed those around you. And she knew that at this point there was no going back. You were clearly losing it.��

“Y/N…” Your mom noticed the same, sensing the seams of your sensibility started to fray at the edges as you and Jake were locked in a stare-down. 

You grinned widely, all teeth on show as your arms spread to the side. “You know what? Thank you for suggesting that dad! I would love to actually!”

Tirades were your favorite part time after all. 

His eyes narrowed dangerously, a finger hovering in the air as Jake hissed in a breath before muttering out harshly - his eyes flickering to the curious audience gathering at your volume. “Watch yourself, young lady.” 

“Why?” Your reply was all but spat out. “Are you embarrassed? Ashamed perhaps?”

“Y/N, you do not speak to your father like that!” Your mom’s voice snapped up, gaze hard with a hint of surprise which you assumed was due to your attitude. 

Admittedly a side that you had never shown before. Or at least managed to hold back in tense moments. 

“Why the hell not?!” your words were met by the gasps of Kiri and Neteyam at the audacity, but they were easily ignored as you whirled to look at your father. 

He had his lips peeled back in a mid-snarl, his animalistic side coming out to warn you of the hierarchy in this family.

“You always speak to us like that! Whenever your emotions are too much to handle and you lash out at us. You say it’s our fault all disguised under your excuse of being a worried parent!”

“Lo’ak is fourteen, dad!” Making sure you had his attention you stepped closer. “Four-teen. He’s fourteen and already thinks he’s a fucking failure - and do you wanna know why that is?” there was no pause in your words as you threw them at his face. “Because of you.”

“You do not get to talk to me this way, Y/N,” Jake was clenching his jaw to the point he was sure his teeth would shatter. “I am your father-”

“-what father tells their child they’re ashamed of them?” You offered him a bitter smile. “The one I know sure as hell doesn’t.”

“Your brother made his choice. These are the consequences that follow-” your dad was having a hard time holding back with the way his voice raised mid-sentence before forcefully stopping himself and releasing a breath. “-that follow along with his actions. I am trying to teach him a lesson.”

“Did you ask him?”

“What?”

“Did. You. Ask. Him?”

Jake sighed in frustration, his hands coming up to grasp at empty air. “What are you talking about?” 

“Did you even bother to ask your son whose fault this really was?” you weren’t interested in hearing his answer. “Do you even know your son? Because I do, and do you wanna know why again? Because I damn well pay attention!”

The laugh coming out of your dad made chills appear on your skin, but you were already far too deep in to turn back. Things were already fucked up, then why not cross the line a little more. 

“Okay then, you little smartass. Are you telling me I don’t care about my own kid?”

He thought he had you there.

 “Caring and knowing are two very different things.” This time you were the one who had him. Shutting down his own retort. 

“You say you love us. You say you care for us. But also that we worry you, and that we disappoint you. Fine - that’s fine dad. But you don’t get to say that we have shamed you.”

For once during this entire duration, you hesitated. 

Your next words were waiting on the tip of your tongue, heavy and loaded - something you didn’t want to say, but a part of you needed to let them out. To let your dad, or even Jake Sully, the former marine soldier hear them to his face from someone close to him.

To feel the same stabbing pain that Lo’ak most certainly did earlier. 

Your aggressive protectiveness came victorious. 

So you let them loose. 

“You don’t get to say that; because we’re not the ones who betrayed an entire race to be where we are.”

Jake stumbled back in shock as if those very words had shot him right in the chest and he couldn’t stop them. Stop the truth that they were covered in. 

It was like a pin dropped in the heavy silence that followed between the loose circle your family stood in. Your mother for the first time in her life since giving birth to you hissed in protectiveness over her mate - at her own daughter - your brother sprung to your side and twisted you away with a snarl of your name, in warning, not scolding. Whereas Kiri remained still, eerie gaze never leaving you.

However, you weren’t done. 

“Hurts doesn’t it?” your voice croaked as Jake’s eyes slowly raised to meet yours. “Words.”

You left without saying anything else.

+

Warm. Gentle. Comforting and so loving.

Tsireya’s hold on his hands was always a welcoming feeling. 

Her touch seemed to ground him more than he sometimes realized. A feeling that was unfamiliar to him mostly, and one that always reminded him of you. 

But right now, with the two of them sitting on a boulder on the edge of a patchy space of grass and gazing out into the star covered night together, it was a touch that calmed the stabbing hurt from earlier and made the night all more bearable. 

Lo’ak had no idea how many hours that passed since the chaos that had ensued after returning with you. His hearing basically stopped working after his dad’s true feelings had slapped him in the face with their words - that stung more than an actual slap would have. 

He would have rather taken that slap. 

“Are you okay?” Tsireya’s voice was soft and light, so sweet in its tone that he couldn’t even stop the small smile on his face after the tumultuous day. 

“I will be,” he admitted honestly. He would always be somewhat okay after a few days, that was the truth. 

The real question was if he would ever heal from it. That one he wasn’t so sure about. 

Lo’ak might not have been mistreated or even abused by his family. A minimum that was expected for a happy life. Because in a certain perspective, he was fortunate in the life that he did have. 

Two caring, protective parents. 

Four loving siblings. 

A grandmother for Tsahik. 

And a home. Kind off. 

Then why didn’t he feel fortunate?

“You can always rely on me, you know that right?” 

Eywa. How beautiful her large eyes looked staring up at him from her place, where her head was previously leaned on his shoulder. 

They were sparkling, he swore. The aquamarine color of them stood out even more in the darkness surrounding them. The bioluminescent lights of nature surrounding them made her all the more ethereal in his gaze.

So large and so loving and caring in the way they always looked at him. 

And not for the first time, Lo’ak found his own gaze wavering - flickering down lower on her face and to her lips, which were adorably pulled down in a slightly concerned pout for him. 

They might be young, just fourteen-year-old kids still growing. But he wasn’t stupid or ignorant at his age. He was well versed in romantic feelings and commitment to your partners, and how to cherish each other if the right one ever did appear. 

And his dad made good on his promise to teach them all about teenage hormones and urges, and how to control them in a respectful manner. To know when it was too early to start exploring what he wanted or not. 

Lo’ak wanted to kiss her. He knew that. It wasn’t a secret. 

But it was too early. And in the aftermath of his falling out with his parents, it seemed too…raw. 

He didn’t want to use someone he was growing to care more for each day as a way of making himself feel better. 

And Tsireya deserved better, being the kindhearted person she was. And he wasn’t quite there to give it to her yet. 

But one day, he hoped he would be. 

“Thank you,” was all he managed to say in reply offering a small tug of his lips as she stared at him for a moment longer before turning away, the clear tell of redness on the tip of her ears as she realized their proximity for the first time. 

He didn’t see a reason to tease her about it, not wanting to break the serenity that they were currently in. It was somewhat possible to block everything that happened. 

He did say somewhat. 

The rustling of bushes becoming louder made both of them straighten up and turn back, only to see Jake coming closer in a slow yet determined stride. 

Lo’ak felt his heart starting to beat faster, a sudden change from the steady calm it had managed to find in the last couple of hours. 

The reality was catching up to him again at the appearance of his father. 

Tsireya turned to look at him with her concerned wide eyes again, he didn’t manage to answer her before his dad had reached them - but Lo’ak didn’t expect to notice the nervous fiddle of his hands as Jake stopped only a few feet away. 

“Hey kids-” his pause was out of character. “Do you mind if I speak to my son a bit, Tsireya?”

As if Lo’ak couldn’t fall for the girl more than he already did. Because instead of letting the presence of his father and Toruk Makto completely intimidate her, she turned to him first; Silently asking if he wanted her to leave. 

Jake seemed to be surprised himself, although pleasantly so. He has been so used to everyone outside of his family doing most things at his beck and call, both as a clan leader and war hero. He had clearly underestimated the relationship between the two young teens in front of him. 

Tsireya stood to leave quickly at the assuring nod of Lo’ak, before parting with a polite smile in Jake’s direction and going back to the village with one last look over her shoulder. 

There was a moment of complete stillness before Jake came and sat down on the space previously occupied next to Lo’ak. The boy didn’t even bother to acknowledge his father, simply staring out at the lapping water, shoulders hunched over. 

His two braids on the side of his face felt like the only shield to cover him as he let them hang, avoiding eye contact firmly. 

Jake let out a heavy sigh, having already expected the cold behavior of his youngest son. 

He didn’t blame him either. 

He had acted like a grade-A asshole, with the biggest A to exist in the universe. And towards his own child too. 

Jake Sully has never claimed parenthood to be easy in any way. It was a hard, taxing journey that he obviously was still trying to learn from. It was a road that never stopped no matter how old his kids got. He would always be a father, but he’s admittedly been a shit one as of late. 

And that wasn’t only according to you. 

Your words had hurt. Like a damn punch to his face. Or ten. 

That was true - Neytiri knew it too. And that made him think and regret. If those words stung him as they did, how much had he hurt his own kid by saying something he didn’t even mean?

Not really at least. 

Jake had been angry at the moment. Pissed off, to be honest. But it was also the overwhelming worry of his kid’s disappearance that made him act out. But it was no excuse for anything he had said.

You were still avoiding him. Well, ignoring is more like it. Which was even worse. Besides your siblings, you were actively shutting out the presence of both him and Neytiri despite their tries in the last few hours to speak. 

Kiri was the one to voice out your thoughts. “She won’t speak unless Lo’ak forgives you first.”

Was it strange that Jake was still proud of you? You owned the same pride he did as a young marine and his first moments on Pandora. 

An unyielding pride that often got him in trouble. 

But for you, it was a pride that protected your siblings even against your own parents. 

“You know, sometimes I think you deserve a better dad.”

Lo’ak didn’t reply, but the shift in his body assured Jake that he was paying attention. 

“I never wanted kids. Never even thought of having them until I met your mother. The world was already shitty enough as it was, so I didn’t see a point in bringing new life into it. And after my injury, that thought cemented.”

“Well, I’m sorry for ending up being your kid,” his low mutter was an inner thought not ever planning to see the light of day. Especially in front of the man himself. But he couldn’t stop himself. 

Jake let out a shuddering breath, finally realizing how deep this…trauma his youngest son was experiencing. And you had been right again; it was all his fault. 

“No, no Lo’ak,” moving closer, his son didn’t resist as he gently grabbed the back of his nape to push their foreheads together. 

Despite his bitter words, his body still relaxed at the comforting feeling. Because it was obvious - even after everything, he still loved his dad. Still craved the comforts of his protective touches, and his overpowering hugs that were rare but much needed whenever offered. 

“I’m sorry, son,” Jake whispered, eyes clenched shut and voice wavering with tears. “I have not been the father you needed since the war started, I know that now. I will try to improve, and I can’t promise I won’t fuck up further in the coming days, but I will never not love you.”

“Dad…”

Lo’ak wanted to cry. 

And in the protective embrace of his dad, he did. He let those long held tears flow loose, dripping down his cheeks and starting to obscure his vision as his breath started to heave at the force of it all. 

“What I said wasn’t true. I am proud of the man you’re starting to grow into, and you have never shamed this family. I am the one who should be ashamed, never you.” 

“I-I am sorry-”

“Stop saying sorry,” Jake demanded pulling his son closer. “Your sister was right. My burdens should not fall on your shoulders. You’re still young and deserve to be a child, not a soldier. So I am sorry.”

Pressing his lips against the crown on his youngest boy’s head, Jake only held him as his silent tears turned into soft sobs. All the pain and hurt that he had bottled up because of him, finally being lifted off his young shoulders that should have never been born them to begin with. 

“Will you ever forgive your old man of his faults?” His dad asked after several minutes he finished crying, his deep voice hoarse with nerves. 

Lo’ak had no idea how long his meltdown lasted, only letting out everything in the presence of his dad without restraint until he had no more tears left. It could have been five minutes or ten. Who knew at this point? 

“You’re my dad…” he had whispered in return. “I will always forgive you.”

There was a thankful smile on Jake’s face, wrinkles crinkling in the corners of his wet eyes. “Then you’re a far better person than I have ever been. Thank you.”

He swallowed, and for the first time in a while, his next words had never been more genuine than at this moment. 

“I love you, dad.”

There was a firm, warm squeeze around his body at hearing that. 

“God, I love you too, kiddo. So much you don’t even know.”

Maybe he’d been mistaken after all. 

Lo’ak doubted this would be the end of their turmoils because life came with them. It was just how it was; parents get angry at their kids, siblings get angry at each other and vice versa. 

It was expected, but at least from now on he would be assured of his parents’ love for him, and their presence would be constant and there whenever he would need them despite their own faults as people.

Updates will unfortunately be a bit slow moving forward. My 3rd semester has started and I’ve started to prepare for my MA thesis + 4 classes, so my days are packed 🥲

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[lesinquietes]

DJ!Reader, spinning hot dance beats at the club, surveying the sea of people bobbing to her jams, and catching the eye of Dealer!Dabi 😎 this shit gets real dark real fast

⚠️ mdni. abuse of power. abusive behaviour. dark au. drugging. drug use. forced prostitution. manipulation. misogyny. noncon. objectification. rimming (m. receiving), yandere.

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🔥 By the time Let Me Love U starts playing, you spot him — hood up, scarred and tatted skin on his hands, dealing acid tabs and coke to the partiers. You aren’t new to the club scene, nor are you stupid to the fact that this genre of music attracts illicit substances. You fuck with weed and maybe some mushrooms now and then, but nothing harder than that. DMT is out; acid, too. And coke is a hard no. If you ever took any of that in your youth, those days are long gone. Perhaps you’re a rare breed. Most other DJs take whatever they can get their hands on, especially the shit that keeps your mood up. So when Dabi offers you a little yellow pill for free, so you can try his new merch, you’re not shocked that he pegged you for the type. His pretty cerulean eyes widen when you decline his offer, and he makes a comment about your set being better when he’s high. Before he saunters off to compel another customer, he glances you up and down, making sure to smirk when he’s finished. He wants to degrade you. His fragile ego propels him to minimize you so that rejection sensitivity doesn’t choke him out. By the time Let Me Love U stops playing, you’ve realized he’s going to be a fucking problem.

🔥 He returns to your gig the following weekend, at a completely different club. As soon as he enters, you lock eyes. Teen Scene bumps in the background. There aren’t many people on the dance floor yet. You try to ignore his presence, but he’s intent on addressing you. He switches up his approach this time. He calls you doll. He says you’re real cute under the lights. Blue hues bring out your irises, and red beams make your lips pop. He thinks any man would be lucky to dance with you. You ask him what he’s dealing tonight m. He tells you it’s none of your goddamn business if you’re going to waste his time.

🔥 You don’t see him for a few weekends. For a while, you think you’ve finally lost him. Perhaps he got arrested in a bust. Then, he reappears. You’re scratching ten in a lounge atmosphere. He enters the space in his usual garb, and miraculously, clears the door staff. He must have bribed them with some of his product. He spends time with a few clientele, exchanging goods for coin, before approaching you again. He asks you what you e been up to these past few weeks, that he had the cops on his ass so he couldn’t come check on you. His words send a shiver through your torso. Check on you. Why would he feel the urge to do that? You barely know each other. You tell him that you wish he had stayed away — you mean it — and his facial expression hardens. There’s a minuscule crease in his forehead for a moment; then, the skin returns to normal. He calls you a cunt and wanders off to sell the rest of his stash.

🔥 He disappears for a long time after that. You make the mistake of letting your guard down. You’re at a lively club, dressed up because you’re hosting a private event for a friend. You know a few people, though admittedly, not many. You stick to DJing until you’ve had enough to drink. Then, you’ll be comfortable enough to mingle. You get distracted by a friend and leave your drink at the bar for a few seconds. When you get back, you carry it to your equipment and keep bringing the beats. Skin is setting a steamy, romantic mood. You watch the audience sway with their partners, or bop with their entourage. You don’t know when you start to feel groggy. Fortunately, someone is there to stabilize you. He smells of burnt wood and some kind of aftershave. No one notices him escorting you out of the venue. They only observe your disappearance when the track ends, and nothing else comes on. It’s okay, though. You text everyone who would be worried about you that you made it home safe… at least, someone does.

🔥 You wake up to a sticky sensation between your thighs. At first, you think you’ve wet yourself. Upon closer inspection, you realize it’s semen. Your eyes widen and you whimper in utter horror. What the fuck happened last night? You don’t remember a thing. The last thing you recall is talking to your friend before grabbing your drink at the bar. Your heart sinks. Someone drugged your drink; that has to be what happened. They brought you home and fucked you, but they didn’t stay because they knew what they did was wrong. As Sleepwalker ghosts into your alert ears, from the radio he left on, only one possible culprit comes to mind. Dabi. And your fear is confirmed when you check your phone. There’s messages from a number you don’t have saved. During the process, he sent you images of you in vulnerable positions. One is a picture of his cock stretching your poor pussy wide open. Your daze face is in clear view. His threat is clear: don’t tell anyone. So, you don’t. You just use all your savings to buy plan B, break your lease to move all the way across town, stop DJing, and change your phone number. Oh, and you don’t leave the house for a while. Isolation is your best friend.

🔥 You’re a fool. You make the mistake of thinking, for a second time, that you’re safe. You’re not; you can never be when he’s around. Lurking in the shadows, obsessed with torturing you for god knows why, he’s relentless with his assault on you. You attempt to get back into DJing, after scoping out a few clubs and trying to see if Dabi frequents them. You didn’t see evidence that he does. You register under a different alias and change your appearance a bit, still rightfully cautious. The first weekend, nothing happens. The second weekend goes by without a hitch. The third weekend is when you run into problems. You’re vibing out to Cookie Chips when he finds you. It’s pure reflex when your hand rises and your drink splashes all over his face. You want to laugh at the surprise that washes over him. There’s nothing to giggle about when he threatens to pull the footage and press assault charges against you. He knows the owner of this place — a crusty motherfucker who goes by Giran — and he’s happy to use his powers to fuck you over… unless you leave with him right now. You understand that you have no choice when he pulls out his burner phone and flicks through all his contacts. Giran flashes across the screen. You have to go with him.

🔥 Dabi thinks of you as his prize. He’s been selling substances for years, ever since he dropped out of college to spite his father, but he’s never seen something he’s wanted more. He liked your tracks. He liked your style. He just wishes you could’ve made things easier for yourself. Why go through the hassle of denying him? You know he always gets what he wants, don’t you? He’s not like the average drug dealer, just like you’re not like the average DJ. He’s going to have so much fun with you. He doesn’t waste any time once he takes you home. He tears off your clothes, despite your clawing and other forms of protest. He slams you down on the floor and ravages you right there. His soft grunts and pants are all the music you hear while he gets off inside you. He growls that you’re his, and that your career as a DJ is over. You belong to him. He’ll do as he pleases with you, and if you know what’s good for you and your loved ones, you’ll let him. He promises not to go too hard on you — if you’re good. And you make a pledge to yourself, in that moment, to be good. You can’t take this treatment, this terror, this violation anymore. Your mind feels like it’s splitting in two. You close your eyes and let the madness take over. The hope that one day, you may get through this, is hanging just barely out of your reach; and yet, you continue to grasp for it.

🔥 Dabi has to put in more work to break you. He ties you up in one of the toilet stalls at Giran’s club and lets some of his customers fuck you when they’re horny as fuck off stimulants — with a condom, of course. And certainly not the grimy ones. You’re meant to be his girl at the end of the day, and he wants to make sure he can still enjoy going raw in that pussy. Tomura is a great example. Small cock. Eager to cum. Busts a load in less than two minutes. Big spender, that guy. $250 a pop because you’re not a cheap slut; he doesn’t do cheap sluts. Eventually, he pierces your labia, clit, and nipples to give himself extra pleasure as he’s railing you. He’s starting to think you like it, too, judging by how much you seem to be squeezing him these days. Maybe it’s because you want him to stop selling you to strangers. Well, you’re on the right track to convincing him you’re better than an expensive whore.

🔥 You finally prove your worth when you do everything he asks you to do. The sky’s the limit. You’ll do any one of his requests. He demanded that you suck his cock, clean his balls, and lick around his hole to get him in the mood. You dove into your tasks effortlessly, only stopping at his ask. You’re perfect enough for him to keep all to himself. He knew he could tame the fiery spirit of yours. There’s a brain dead expression on your face, now. He doesn’t hate it. In fact, it suits you. He dresses you like the bimbo you’ve become, see through shirts and short skirts that ride up when you move. What does he care if your goods are on display for others? He’s always by your side; nothing will happen to his precious little trophy with him around.

#minors dni #tw drug use #tw noncon #drug dealer dabi #yandere dabi #fem reader #yandere dabi x reader #yandere touya x reader

[kennyluvr]

#🪐: main 4 — baking brownies with them

synopsis/concept: baking brownies with the main 4

content warnings: none!

author's note: the thing with ike is partially based of a personal experience LMAO. also i think there's tense inconsistencies but i don't wanna revise smh, so sorry ab that!

kyle broflovski

kyle loves to bake with you whenever it rains, it helps him relax. whenever he starts to hear even a drizzle he calls you to come over😫

you guys rarely use a prepared recipe though, and whatever you use to make it changes every time, since you're just winging it most days and trying a bunch of stuff

and you guys love to add random shit to it, like whatever you can reach, you just grab it and dump it in.

you guys are constantly giggling and yelling so it never gets boring or quiet, it's literally so fun

literally everything is funny to you, like kyle mixed up the flour and the sugar and you both found it hilarious??

you guys also put music on and dance every few minutes, and while you wait for them to finish

and sometimes ike comes into the kitchen and joins you guys, until kyle makes him leave against your protests 😔

once, ike got on the counter somehow and smeared the batter everywhere when you two weren't looking. that's why kyle doesn't let him stay long most of the time anymore

it was so funny because you both thought it was shit 😨

you guys were laughing until your stomachs hurt when you realized, but sheila was NOT amused 💀

tbh it took longer to clean than to make the brownies since you made such a mess, and lowk made it worse.. but cold brownies are better anyway!

stan marsh

stan would literally be so prepared. he has a recipe sheet, all the ingredients, toppings, and supplies all laid out neatly on the counter.

he'll probably want to add some weird ass shit to it too, like marshmallows, or peanut butter

"trust me it'll taste good! i swear, i've had it before. you're gonna thank me later"

and somehow it does turn out good?? 😧

he'll probably get cute matching aprons for both of you omg??

he partially takes the lead, being kind of bossy tbh but we love dominant stan

and he's definitely a perfectionist, like he'll measure everything meticulously. if you add even a drop more of something than the recipe calls to tease him, he'll lowk panic tbh

and if you try to taste the batter he'll probably lecture you about how dangerous it is 😒

"don't do that dumbass, you could get salmonella. or e. coli or something."

before putting it into the oven he'll probably write a cute little note on it for you with a toothpick or something to surprise you 🤭

luckily, you guys finish up fairly quickly, since stan's so neat and organized

eric cartman

unfortunately you're not really baking with him, you're baking for him..

does nothing to help you except tell you how he likes it and how he wants it to be

"um, no y/n. i want more vanilla in it. usually i eat them with a lot of vanilla"

he's kind of excited though, he loves when you do stuff like this for him, it literally makes his heart swell 😓

he'd probably be super close to you all the time to supervise you and shit, hugging your waist closer to him

you do the opposite of what he says sometimes just to bug him, because the look of exasperation on his face is so cute 😕

"oh my god- you stupid FUCK i wanted m&ms. what normal person eats brownies with almonds??" (almond brownies are fire btw)

he's so funny when he gets mad too, and you keep having to stop to catch your breath

but honestly, sometimes, he's not actually upset or mad at what you're doing. he just does it more and exaggerates just because he knows it'll make you laugh, and he loves seeing you smile so widely because of him

he's so impatient too, when they're baking he keeps asking when they're going to be done

when you're finally done, he'll tell you how good they are to justify all the stress he caused 🙏

"see? i told you it would be better with m&m's. and the almonds aren't too bad either, i guess."

kenny mccormick

kenny would agree but he'd be really cautious and scared to do anything

he still tries to make himself as helpful as possible, bringing you everything you need, giving you suggestions or ideas

you have to beat him away with a spoon sometimes because he keeps trying to have all the chocolate 😭

he feels bad that he can't do much, but he doesn't want to accidentally kill himself

so he opts to hinder you support you emotionally as well, just hugging your waist from behind and encouraging you with kisses ☹️

and just like kyle, you guys put on music while baking

but once you knocked over a whole bag of flour dancing, and he was just laughing hysterically 💀

and you yelled at him to help you clean up, but he's writhing on the floor, cackling and coating himself in flour

and then when he's helping you clean, he probably knocks over the batter or something and he starts laughing his ass off again

it ends up taking a while to finish, since you and kenny are both a mess and have to restart tons of times

but eventually, when you finish, he'll probably ask you to take some home for karen and his siblings 😢

#south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #stan marsh x reader #kyle brovlofski #kyle broflovski #stan marsh #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #kennyluvr

[buccini555]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐫 — 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

✦𓈒 𓆇 While Ran was busy, you took his phone to look at something random and ended up finding romantic messages from other people...

✦𓈒 𓆇 x m a l e r e a d e r !

✦𓈒 𓆇 𝑭𝒕. Ran Haitani

It was already late when Ran finally arrived home, even so, despite your exhaustion, you remained anxiously waiting for him, when you finally heard the door open, you went to welcome him as usual and then you went up to the room together.

"Wait until I take a shower, hmm? Could you tell Rindou that I'm already home?" The taller man entered the bathroom and handed you his phone, then you went to do what he asked you to do.

Sending the message to Rindou, you noticed some notifications, but you just ignored it all when some heart emojis caught your attention.

"We should see each other more often, my love!" That was all it said, even though you trusted Ran and thought invading his privacy was a terrible idea, you opened those messages and it really was the worst thing you did.

Trying to hold back your tears with each of Ran's words, you just waited for him to get out of the shower, which didn't take long.

"Finally! My day was extremely tiring- what are you still doing with my cell phone?" He immediately changed his mood when he realized he was discovered, still silent, you just looked at him with the biggest disappointment in your eyes.

"Was it nice to spend the day with him too?" You questioned in a single teasing tone, noticing Ran's mask falling.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He pretended to be surprised and questioned in a subtle tone of voice.

"You've always been a good actor, haven't you?" Still ironizing the situation, you questioned him again.

"...I'm not going to sit here and listen to some stupid kid's complaints." Ran said as he dressed in a hurry, he definitely didn't even care about the seriousness of his actions.

"Complaints? How did you have the nerve to betray me? I would never do that to you!" Tired of holding back your tears, you just spoke, making clear all the pain you were feeling.

"I needed to have fun! I just wanted to have fun, okay?" For a moment, Ran stopped what he was doing, looking at you with a look of superiority and saying that he just wanted to have fun.

"Having fun throwing our relationship in the trash? How much consideration you have for us!" Looking directly at him, you replied, with a trembling voice and still trying to deal with the crying that insisted on continuing.

"Shut the fuck up, you're so fucking annoying." Ran shouted before snatching his phone from his hand, making you feel scared of his reactions.

Amid solutions and tears, you could only realize that Ran wanted to blame such betrayal on you. "...You behave as if this is all my fault."

"If you were enough for me, I wouldn't look for fun out there."

"Alright then, go away and have a great time!" You laughed, still watching Ran mock all of your pain.

Seeing who Ran really was, in that moment you just accepted that he had become the worst kind of person he could be.

"Thank you for letting me go, now I don't have to hide anything from you anymore, right?" Finishing getting ready, he continued to ignore you, Ran didn't seem to care about the fact that he was discovered.

"No, of course not, you remain free since our relationship meant nothing to you." Once again, you responded to Ran's taunts.

"Don't talk that shit, man." That's all he said, Ran definitely thought you wouldn't break up with him or something, but, you just ended it that night.

The last thing Haitani heard from you was just goodbye.

"Go away Ran..."

When he realized that you were really firm in your decision, Ran left, leaving you with only the pain of having been betrayed by the one you loved most.

#ranhaitani #ran haitani #haitani ran #ran headcanons #ran x reader #ran x you #ran x male reader #ran angst #ran haitani headcanons #haitani ran headcanons #tokyorev ran haitani #tr ran #tokyo revengers #tokyorev headcanons #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev #tokyorevengersheadcanons #tokrev #tokyorev x reader #tokyorevengers #headcanons #tokyo rev hcs #tokyo rev x male reader #tr x you #tr x reader #tokyo rev headcanons #tokyo revengers x male reader #tokyo revengers angst #tokyorev x you #tokyo rev x reader

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The Smell of Smoke

Innocent F! Reader x M!Yandere Bully OC

Part 2~

his info: 🖕✨

part: 1 2 3

!!MINORS DNI!!

CW: !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, reader in a skirt, NSFW, YANDERE, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, name calling (bitch, slut, ), BULLYING, stealing, use of toys, non con drugging exhibitionism

You make sure to check your peephole before leaving today. You make sure to make it to class early for a seat closer to the front. And by the gods you make sure to bring pepper spray.

You aren’t allowed weapons on campus… but maybe you can talk your way out of it.

“Move it,” You jump upon hearing Ezra’s voice way too close to you and begin to shiver and breathe heavier.

No

The person sat next to you scrambles to get away almost forgetting their wallet and phone.

He flops down in the now vacant seat.

You remain sternly faced forward. Trying and failing to just pretend he’s not there.

*Slap!* His open palm lands square over the width of your thigh. “So, bitch, what’s it gon’ be”

“Wh-what’s what gonna be?”

“Do you wan’ do this the easy way, or the hard way.”

His friends surround you both…

“E-easy way…” you don’t even know what he’s talking about, but you’re catching onto his game.

He snaps and they lift you to your feet by your bicep.

You comply, though they’re all taller than you and your shoulder bends uncomfortably.

They walk you shamefully in front of the group, pushing you when you start to slow down or stumble.

You’re taken off campus, and to a store in a strip, that felt like a thirty minute walk away.

The name on the front reads, “Tease” in big black and hot pink letters.

Ezra now personally pushes you towards the door.

“What a-are w-we do—” you start.

“Steal five things, go bitch! Go!” he claps and bends over you speaking in a higher pitch as if he’s telling a dog to go fetch.

He shoves you through the door.

Whiplashed you simply stand for a second, before taking a deep breath.

You grab a few of the first boxes you see, and head towards the back. there’s curtain covered changing areas… There won’t be cameras back there.

Glancing toward the counter where a woman reading a magazine, stands, you sigh. At least she doesn’t look like she’d care if you were stealing.

You slowly open the packages you nabbed and shove the toys in your pockets. You wore a big hoodie so as long as a hand is in the pouch you can cover up the lump and the other two are snug in the band of your skirt.

You still need two more things… but anywhere else you could put them would be too obvious.

You spot something labeled “anal plug” and have an idea… It’s a pretty terrible one, but it’ll definitely work.

You grab that, and one more box, then open up the curtain for hopefully the last time.

Your face is hot as you peel down your wet panties…

You open the first box and put the plug in your bum, trying to avoid thinking about what you are doing. A warmth spreads fast between your legs because of the pressure.

The next box you open is bigger than the other stuff you grabbed…

You contemplate for a second swapping it with one of the smaller things in your pockets, but it would be way too obvious there.

You try and push it in.

Struggling to even get the tip in you quietly grunt.

After a solid minute of trying again and failing, you put it in your mouth before attempting it again.

Thankfully it goes in this time, albeit rather painfully. You allow yourself time to adjust, and breathe.

You try and compose yourself before you walk out as normally as you can.

The bell jingles as you exit.

At first you don’t see Ezra and his gang, and you feel stupid. Maybe you could’ve just waited them out instead of stupidly stealing everything and shoving toys inside yourself.

A window on one of the cars blasting music out front, rolls down, revealing him with a cigarette between his fingers.

“Took ya long enough. Show us what cha copped,” he takes a drag, and inspects you from head to toe as you walk nervously over. You stumble a little, still not used to the toy intrusions.

“Hurry up, slut! we’ve all been bored as shit, I wanna get the fuck out,”

You drop the three things into his palms.

“Yur missin a couple a things,” His smirk becomes frigid and sinister.

You lean into his ear slowly, at first he scowls, before realizing what you’re doing. Then he lifts a hand to block your mouth from the rest of the guys so you can whisper freely into his ear.

“Th-there—d-down—there…” Your face is burning hot.

He busts out laughing, “Oi that’s fuckin rich! Hey guys! The bitch couldn’t wait!” He looks into your eyes, some emotion you can’t catch flashing across his face. “What’re ya waitin for? Bend over and show us already.” His voice is ravenous.

Swallowing, you do as instructed. Your legs shake as you pull your panties down again, and pick up your skirt then lean forward, keeping your eyes screwed shut tight.

They all woop and cheer and laugh at you, and Ezra smiles with what looks almost like pride.

He slaps your ass hard, and you bite your lip to stifle a cry. Then he stands to block you from them as you fix yourself.

Smiling at you devilishly, he now leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know… There were packs of gum and shit up front…”

He gets back into the driver’s seat and pulls off the lot, the other cars follow.

You’re left in the dust, with toys stuffing your holes, alone and embarrassed.

At least they threw your stuff on the ground before they left, so you can call your roommate for a ride.

She doesn’t question why you’re stranded, why you’re sitting weird, or even about yesterday.

Class the next day is quiet.

So are the hallways, you don’t even see any of Ezra’s gang.

You’re mid sigh of relief the next morning when he struts into class late, sporting some new bandages.

“Ezra! We saved ya a seat~” A girl toward the back waves as she greets him.

“Hey, Ezra~ last night was fun!” The girl sat next to the first, calls after.

You try and block him out, until a paper ball hits you in the head.

You ignore the first, and second… But at the third you turn to see him making a gesture for you to open them.

The first one just says “Bitch” and you hold it up to him with a question written on your face.

He mouths “The other one” while rolling his eyes.

The next one says “slut” and you almost laugh imagining showing him that one and feigning ignorance. But you think better than to irritate him.

The last one you unfurl reads

“I got ya a present”

You turn to mouth “thanks?” while shrugging, before you look back toward the front of the class, you notice each one of those girls have a hand on his chest.

You feel a small pang of jealousy. Why is he nice to them? What did you do to deserve the treatment he’s giving you?

On your way out of the room you hear him call after you, “Forgetting something bitch?”

You let out a long sigh through your nose, “coming…”

The two girls are the last to leave they wave on their way out.

While remaining seated he lazily extends a paper bag to you. His smirk is annoying and would make you angry if you weren’t still so scared.

“Wh-What’s wrong with it…?” You snatch the bag and sniff it first.

It smells like a brownie.

You open it, and it looks like a brownie.

He laughs out his nose, while watching you, “If you don’ wan’ it—”

“N-no… It’s fine, i’ll eat it!” You interrupt before he thinks you’re even more ungrateful.

You’re overcome with hope that this is him extending an olive branch!

You bound out of the room, making it on time, you decide to eat it before class officially starts.

It doesn’t really taste all that good… But you can’t be rude. He probably just… Didn’t know a good place! yeah.

you don’t know how far into the lesson you get to before you feel something in your guts shift.

You need to leave right now.

Luckily this isn’t high school and the professors don’t care if you don’t ask.

You make it to the bathroom in time to throw up.

The entire way there you stumbled, and ran into the walls. It feels as though you’re on a ship, that’s swaying in the ocean.

What the fuck kinda sea sickness feeling food poisoning was in that sweet? He must’ve got it from somewhere really terrible on accident.

When you leave you can’t stop giggling.

The giggling turns into crying, where the fuck are you? A hallway? it’s definitely the college corridor but… It’s reminding you of a hallway you’ve seen as a kid.

You were so small…

Now you’re…

What are you?

“Hahaaa” you’re laughing again.

You don’t even notice right away when you trip over your own feet, now you’re falling down the stairs.

Someone grabs you before you can truly fall, and now you really can’t stop laughing.

“H-hey thanks” You turn in what feels like slow motion and see a strange guy holding you.

“You can let go nooowww thanks~ hahhh haha” You try and shimmy yourself free, his hands remain firm.

#my oc #yandere #oc x reader #oc x you #yandere x reader #yandere x you #my fic #tw yandere #dead dove do not eat #yandere oc #yandere bully #bully oc x reader #bully oc #yandere male #yandere oc x reader #yandere smutt #oc ezra #my writing #poll #bully oc x you #bully x reader #bully yandere x reader #bully yandere

[gaybitchfx]

REQUEST 4 STOLASSSSS

so stola's bf is like another father to octavia since he has known stolas since they were kids

octavia absolutely knows thay this man is head over heels for her dad since they were little, but he's afraid to say anything bc he knows stolas is in love w blitzo.

"you're being mean, stop it. i have been second to him my whole life in everything and i will not be the one you settle for just because you two are cowards, i won't- i won't do it...not when i've spent my entire life loving you." kind of trope lol.

i kinda want this to have a good ending but my brain cannot think of smth 😭 if u know a way to give it a good ending then please do but if not then just full angs HAHA.

Note: It took me a second to understand that trope since when I read this I woke up like 9 minutes ago 👍🏽 and it’ll most likely end with angst since I haven’t written any in F O R E V E R

Character(s): Stolas

Type of reader: M!Reader

Category: SFW (angsty kind)

Warning(s): None

Edited: ❌

You’ve known Stolas since the two of you were practically in diapers. Well, since you were in diapers since he was 2-3 years older than you.

But growing up, you always looked up to him and saw him as a really cool person, so cool to the point you subconsciously gained feelings for him, but never knew about them till your early teen years.

To you, and only to you, Stolas was perfect in every way imaginable.

That changed after Blitzø came along. He had began to slowly stop talking to you or being around you. But when he was around you it was Blitzø this, Blitzø that.

Every conversation you two would have he would always bring up Blitzø. Of course, you never tried to show whenever he talked to him it stung, deeply. But Octavia had noticed.

Her being observant and knowing you since she was a baby came in handy. She would notice how you would slightly sulk before pretending. She also knows how in love you are for her father.

It’s very obvious, but I think Stolas is too in love with Blitzø to notice. “I know you’re in love with my dad.” Octavia said as she mashed her cereal with her spoon, making you stiffen up with wide eyes.

“Whaaa? I am not.” You said with a small huff making her giggle.

“It’s very obvious you love him, Y/n. I’ve known you for a long time to know this.” She said, a soft smile on her lips.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? I won’t mind having another father figure in my life.” She said before putting some cereal into her mouth. You blinked owlishly before sighing.

“I..I want to..but I’m scared… Scared he’s going to reject me and hate me for liking him because he loves that stupid imp..” You said and held your head in your hands, lightly tugging at your hair.

Octavia frowned deeply. She didn’t know how deep your feelings were for her father so all she could do was rub your back and try to reassure you and to not think that.

“Um, Y/n?” Stolas said making you quickly sit up and turn your head to him. “Yes?” You said, a smile on your lips.

“Can I talk to you?” Stolas asked and Octavia took her cereal and left since she doesn’t want to hear to the conversation you two were going to have. “Um..sure? What’s up?” You questioned him, getting out of your seat and stood in front of him.

Stolas inhaler and exhaled through his nose before making direct eye contact with you. “I love you.” He suddenly said making your eyes wide.

“I know you love me as a friend-” “No..I love you not as a friend, Y/n.” Stolas said as he cupped your cheek in his hand. Your whole body was filled with goosebumps as you took two steps back.

“No… No you don’t.” “But I d-” “No you don’t!!” You shouted making his eyes go wide. “You love Blitzø..not me..” You whispered out.

“You’re being mean, Stolas. Why are you telling me this now all of a sudden, huh? I have been second to him my entire life in every single thing.. You only talked about him and never sought out my own feelings when talking about that imp!-” You said, slightly fumbling your words before taking a breather.

“I-” You held a finger up making him stop what he was going to say.

“I won’t..I won’t be and I don’t want to be the second option, Stolas. Not when I have spent so many years loving you because I looked up to you. I don’t want to live with the guilt of being seconds to someone. I won’t be the one you settle for..just because you can’t have him…” You sniffled, tears started to blur your vision. Being the second option stung. Deeply.

Stolas telling you he loves you out of the blue felt as if someone was squeezing your heart..but not in the good way. “I..I didn’t know you felt that way Y/n… I’m sorry..” Stolas said his eyes softening a tad.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Stolas.. I think it’s best if we leave things here..” You said and wiped away the tears that fell on your cheeks.

“But, Y/n-” You didn’t allow him to say what he wanted to say as you left through the front door and slammed it shut. Stolas sighed as he dragged him back against the wall slightly.

“You really messed up this time.” Octavia said, getting her father’s attention.

“It was so obvious he loved you, but you never acknowledged it..“ Octavia mumbled before going back upstairs to her room leaving Stolas to think back to when you’d make certain romantic gestures, but he never acknowledged them indeed.

#stolas #stolas x male reader #stolas x reader #Stolas x you #Stolas x y/n #fiction #male reader #helluva boss x male reader #helluva boss

[munsonsfairy]

🌙☕️🤎 THE NIGHT WE MET • EDDIE MUNSON

warnings: angst angst / no comfort / character death / not proofread

“how do i look, sweetheart?”

eddie’s stupid grin was still plastered on his face while his body was literally hanging by a thread. you tried to wipe some blood off his face but there was too much of it.

he mustered up the strength to hold your face with his less injured hand. even with everyone screaming around you eddie always managed to make it feel as if you two were the only people in the world.

m“don’t cry. seeing you cry can’t be the last thing i see, hmm?”

you shook your head and cried harder.

“do you remember when we first met? god, it was like i saw an angel.”

it was mid december and christmas was around the corner. everyone was in town trying to prepare for the festive week that was creeping in. families took their children and visiting loved ones to hawkin’s main park. this year there were multiple food trucks and ice skating along with a train taking them around to admire all the christmas lights.

the chilly weather wasn’t north pole cold but just enough for most of the town to be huddled up in the local coffee shop. of course there was only one in this town. could you expect anything less?

fortunately for you, someone had just finished and was walking away leaving a small table just big enough for two people. you decided to come to escape your family for a moment. as much as you loved them, you needed a break.

“the one time you wore a beanie too,” you playfully rolled your eyes.

eddie laughed but immediately winced from the pain. he tried to play it off with a lopsided smile but you can see his eyebrows crease. you kiss it away and feel him melting into your touch.

unfortunately for eddie, his stove decided it wasn’t going to work during the winter season. forced by wayne he made his way to the same coffee shop. he cursed himself for not having winter clothes when he stepped out of the trailer. eddie felt like his bones were going to freeze if he didn’t get something warm in him.

while eddie made his way into the small coffee shop, he immediately felt as if he could melt to the floor from how warm and cozy he felt. a christmas sat in the corner next to a small fire place. three long couches circled in front of it with costumers trying to warm themselves their hands with the cup of warmth.

a small part of him wished he had the privilege to go up to someone without the fear of being insulted. eddie always said he didn’t need a lot of friends, but times like these he knew he was only lying to himself.

it was as if the fate took control of your lives. soulmates are real. the two of you lock eyes and neither can look away. two souls who felt alone and and unimportant like an old cardigan under someone’s bed.

“i thought i saw an angel that night. swear i couldn’t take my eyes off of you, princess.” eddie’s grip on your hand was getting weaker. the both of you knew but never said anything.

eddie was snapped out from your trance by a text message from his uncle notifying he unfortunately was needed at the plant. when he looked back up you were smiling at him then waved shyly. you knew eddie but being in different friend groups never gave you a chance to talk.

before you know it eddie is sitting in front of you listening to you rant about your family. he loved how animated you got when you talked. at first, you were a bit shy until eddie made you giggle about your coffee order.

“ugh, i remember you ordered that disgusting coffee!”

“hey! at least it had coffee unlike whatever concoction you were drinking! trust me sweetheart that was just a cup of sugar!”

people came and left but the two of you stayed. eddie noticed there was space in front of the fireplace. he gently grabbed your hand to lead you to the old couch.

what you didn’t expect was for him to want to cuddle with you. i mean you just met him!

“oh no no no, princess you get back over here! it’s too cold to have you sitting like this,” eddie grabbed the quilt and draped it over the two of you. his arms wrapped around you bringing you to his chest to keep you warm.

eddie closed his eyes and you knew. you both knew his body was too damaged to make it to the hospital. you bent down to his forehead and soaked in your last moments with him.

“it’s okay baby. we’ll be okay,” you whispered.

it was very clear that eddie didn’t want to leave you or everyone else. he finally was able to find a family. not just a friend group but family and here he was being ripped away from it.

you could see tears falling from his closed eyes. you think is the first time eddie showed vulnerability outside of his room.

when the hand that was holding yours went limp, you felt your throat closing and you couldn’t breathe. you held eddie’s upper body to your chest as you cried into his neck.

eventually, you got to the hospital and let the doctors take him. after several hours, you were aloud to finally see him. your feet felt heavy with every step you took. you could hear the blood pumping in your ears and felt like your eyes could burst from how much you were crying.

the room eddie was in was so bright and cold. apart of you felt like they purposely put him in here because they believe the cult allegations. all of his wounds was closed and cleaned. it almost looked like he never was hurt.

as you look at him, you vaguely hear his laugh ringing in your ears. you wait to see his chest move with his breath but it never does. you remember meeting him at the coffee shop and promise to him (and yourself) to never forget that cold night.

you reach for his hand under the thin sheet only to be met with a cold hand. the warmth he used to have is gone and all you could do is accept that he’s gone.

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson headcanons

[dramioneasks]

Christmas Fics 2023 (Part 3):

I Gave You My Heart by queenkhaleesistark - T, one-shot - One-shot After the year she's had Hermione just wants a drink and to see her godchildren at the annual Potter Christmas party. She doesnt expect who turns up at the door.

A Bottle of Blotson's by thepotterfamily - E, WIP - A little Christmas tale in which Hermione and Draco are workaholics spending the holidays in the Ministry halls together, but separate. In which Draco steals Hermione’s ink and makes up for it with the best gift she’s ever received. In a world where Draco is Hermione’s golden boy and Hermione is Draco’s saving grace, please enjoy my ten-part Christmas tale that is really more of a New Years Eve story. Eventually NSFW.

Willow Weep for Me by MilanScolding - E, WIP - Hermione Granger is now realizing that the price she paid for her parents’ safety may have been costlier than she can contend with. Alone and grieving, she seeks refuge in a town rife with their ghosts. Draco Malfoy is lost without direction, after all that he has been raised to be and believe is shattered. Grave whispers and hostile stares follow him wherever he goes, a reminder that a reckoning awaits for his service to the Dark Lord. How then, do they only find comfort with each other in a muggle park, when mere months ago they were sworn enemies? *** AKA traumatized!Hermione and traumatized!Draco find that misery loves company, but it gets harder and harder to be miserable when your company of choice is not ugly, gives you good tea recipes, and kisses you when rip roaring drunk

Pink by TeTe91 - G, one-shot - It's quite embarassing how long it took Hermione to figure out that the pair of pink socks that appeared on her stack of laundry are her fellow Head Boy's lucky item. The final Quidditch match before the winter holidays is fast approaching and all signs predict a win of Hufflepuff over Slytherin. Still, it's such fun to watch Draco grow more unhinged by the day. She will mend the socks - no need to worry - but first she'll lean back and enjoy the show.

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe by Anonymous - E, one-shot - An obnoxious best friend and her too-tall heels. A mystery man in a dragon mask. One stupid little sprig of mistletoe. Hermione Granger had no idea what she was getting into when she showed up at Hyperion Enterprises' Christmas Masquerade.

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by Biirdiee_Rose - E, one-shot - “What does what mean?” James asks through a mouthful of cake. “Milf,” Scorpius says, watching the other two’s expressions cautiously for reactions. “McLaggen just called my mum a ‘milf extraordinaire’.” James just cackles while Albus looks sheepish. “Mum I’d like to fuck.” The older boy says simply while Scorpius blinks in confusion. “Excuse me?” “That’s what milf means, mum I’d like to fuck.” - While at the annual Hogwarts Fundraiser, Scorpius learns a new word and that unfortunately people associate his mother with it. Meanwhile after the event is over, Draco is more than happy to demonstrate to his wife just exactly how much she fits the definition.

To Deserve This by potterhead25919 - T, one-shot - no summary

A Christmas Wish for Two (Blaise, Not Included) by MarinaJune - M, one-shot - Hermione just wants Draco to join her at the Burrow on Christmas Day, but he'd rather not--how can she convince him otherwise?

The Snowball Fight by potterhead25919 - E, one-shot - no summary

Ungentlemanly Warfare by Anonymous - E, one-shot - Aurors Malfoy and Granger are on protective detail for the Minister and his wife as they make a series of appearances over the festive season. The best way to liven up the long and boring shifts? Challenge your colleague to a magical prank war. But in the heat of battle, anything can happen. Featuring weaponised Christmas songs, magical topiary, and Minister Percy Weasley and his wife Pansy, who are desperate for some alone time.

#christmas #dramione

[rinbowaman]

S E 7 E N : M A M M O N P A R T 1 N E

M A S T E R L I S T

WHOOOO!! Chapter 3 lets goooooo! i was so eager to finish this so only like...a portion is proofread so please just ignore any mistakes or stupidity that is displayed, i'll correct those eventually.

Warnings: Just lots of fluff, mentions of bodies being mutiliated, torn, shredded, turned into statues, enveloped by metals, people getting smacked, (they had it coming) and i think that's it really.

You fell asleep for a short while on your couch right after Jay disappeared. It was strange, you hadn’t felt tired, not the least bit. Yet the moment you opened your eyes and found him gone, the exhilarating state of pleasure that he gave you rendered you tired and severely lacking in energy. All you could remember was how exhausted you felt as you plopped yourself on to your sectional next to you.

Once you woke up, it was already dark outside, well past curfew, yet fortunately, you were in the safety and comfort of your apartment…for now.

Getting up, you stripped off your partially torn clothes and took out the clip that held a portion of your strands in place on the back. Walking into your bathroom, you turned on the shower.

It was muscle memory on turning each dial, balancing the warm and cool temperature to the way that you liked, yet for some reason, the moment you stepped under the water, it felt…

‘Too cold…’

Odd, you thought. The temperature was by all means, perfect, it was warm, a little more on the hotter side with just a tad bit of the coolness to balance it out. However, the water hitting your skin felt ice-cold as you felt a peak of ultra-sensitivity to the slightest bit of the cool temperature.  

‘Maybe if I…’

Turning the dial of the cool temperature down just a little, you waited to see if the temperature would be to your liking.

‘It’s still too cold….’

Turning the dial once more, you frowned at feeling that the temperature was still too cold. No matter how many times you turned it to tone it down, you were still able to feel the coldness of the water, it felt like it was burning through your skin and puncturing your flesh. Finally, you turned the cold dial all the way over, shutting off the cold water completely. Watching as the immense steam filled your bathroom, the water became scorching, nearly boiling in temperature.

‘Perfect…’

You were confused as to how you built up a kinship with hot water, nor did it really matter because at that moment, the raging temperature felt good…too good. It was calming, relaxing, and it felt as if you were swimming naked in open and tranquil waters of the ocean. It felt sweet and supple against your skin as each drop trailed down to your feet, leaving you to feel free from the impurities of the Senators hands from when he attacked you before…yet Helel’s and Jay’s touch remained, and it felt like Hell in the most Heavenly way possible.

You must have taken the longest shower you ever had, since you spent quite a bit of time standing there enjoying the hot water beading down your skin.

When finished, you dried yourself as the long and wet strands of your hair plastered itself on your wet body. Fetching a clean pair of underwear, you initially grabbed a bralette to match, yet when it came to getting on some clothes, Jay’s voice pierced your brain as you recalled one of his flattering moments of affection towards you.

‘You like the color black? I feel like black is your color….or red.’

Black huh? Looking around, you peeked into each drawer, but your attire rarely consisted of the color, or red, except….

Peeking into your closet, you fingered through all of your semi formal attire, which you knew some were in black.

A slinky, casual sexy cocktail dress caught your sensation once your hand felt the fabric. It was a simple, subtly sexy piece that you hadn’t even worn. You had bought it before everything went down with the angels appearing, and the rising of the cult members as well as Senator Forras. The dress, which was modestly revealing, went against the dress code that was enforced by the regulators that roamed the streets during the day.

Figuring since you’d be in your apartment, you felt it appropriate to wear it for the first time. You recalled how much you liked the piece when you first saw in on display, it was just as simple to place on as it was back then. There were no zippers or buttons, just a minor bit of leather string that tied the front of the piece together, allowing you to adjust how much cleavage you wanted to show. The dress was made from a semi stretchy fabric, so it slipped right on but was not at all loose…in fact, it fit you like a glove. Aside from your torn skirt that you had on earlier, you can’t remember the last time you had adorn yourself all in black, after going so long without wearing it, you were surprised by the difference it made when you observed yourself in the mirror.

Between the dark velvet color, the form fitting of its nature, and the string tie which you had left loose to display just a hint of your mounds pressed together; you couldn’t help but note how sexy you looked. It triggered a flashback from when you bought it…

‘Oh my God….that dress looks so good on you.’

‘You think so? I really liked it when I saw it on display…should I try on the white one just to make sure?’

‘No-no….keep the black one. This one really fits you, you look so good in black and the curves on your body looks really nice in this material…you look so sexy.’

Recalling how the store clerk aided you in removing the dress from the mannequin and brought you into the fitting room, you remembered the look in her eye as she gazed at you when you had tried it on, which triggered you to recall Jay’s comment once more.

‘Guess it was meant to be.’

Letting your hair air dry, you felt the softness of it as each strand was now cleaned and shined. You walked over to your living room, but didn’t bother turning on the lights, just a single lamp to dim the room since you didn’t want the brightness to peer out through windows, afraid that it would draw attention.

‘I’m so paranoid…I can’t help it though.’

You were paranoid…you were traumatized, fearful, and may have suffered from the effects of PTSD considering what you went through with Forras…yet the moment you thought of Helel’s touch, and Jay’s kisses to your forehead, you felt at ease, calm, and peaceful.

‘I can’t believe I’m saying this…but I’m being ravished by multiple men and I’m loving it…’

Your thought opened the door for your brain to echo the Senator’s words the moment he attacked you…

‘I bet you like to take it like a whore.’

With the image of Helel’s and Jay’s face in mind, the way they looked whenever Jay called you ‘angel’ or when Helel smirked at you with his eyes covered by that lace mask, you thought to yourself in response to the Senator’s words.

‘Yeah…when it comes to them, I think…..I do…’

Sighing a breath of exhaustion, you avoided thinking that the night was making its way through, hour by hour, which means that soon, there was only going to be six days left before your scheduled execution. Whether it was going to be at the hands of those monsters, or Helel, you weren’t quite sure even though you did make that deal. Yet, you couldn’t help but be skeptical.

‘Was that deal for real? Or is this all a trick for them to use me and let me die at the hands of those….those monsters….’

Yet the moment you thought back to Jay’s arduous display of protection over you, when he got rid of those cult members and that one angel that was dawning to execute that poor woman on the street, you slowly came to realize that this was not a trick…

Figuring a cup of tea would help you drift back to sleep; you walked over to the kitchen and placed your tea kettle on boil. Waiting for the temperature to rise and the kettle to whistle, you stood next to it and propped your hands on the counter next to the stove, looking over your shoulder as you admired the view from the window in your dining area.

Your apartment was located on one of the top floors, it was a small, cozy, and very simple, and cheap unit to live in, with six or seven locks that you added to the door to ensure you had the place secured whenever you came home. You weren’t always the paranoid type, yet living as a single woman all alone, especially with how the world was transitioning, you didn’t feel safe unless you took on drastic measures.

You were paid rather well at the library, especially since you took on a lot of overtime since you did all your homework and studies over there, clocking out at late hours before coming home. Yet with the Senator overruling luxuries and wealthy living for the common folks, all establishments and institutions were shut off, leaving society to inherit a very modest and meager lifestyle.

Before he became a higher authority, you were eyeballing a much larger unit in a nicer complex and were well on your way to signing for it until the complex was stripped and torn down. Luxury was a sin….and yet, that man had the audacity to have that lavish building all to himself.

The high-pitched whistle of your tea kettle startled you out your composed thoughts as you shifted your view from the window to the stove top. The water started to boil over, leaking out from the spout, which you had reacted without thinking and grabbed the kettle, forgetting to grab your mitt since the protective coating on the handle had worn off, leaving the pot to be made entirely out of metal, which included the handle as it reached high temperature.

Grabbing on, you suddenly remembered ‘hot!’ and out of anticipation of fear from the burn, you dropped the kettle down by your feet.

You winced and slightly yelp as you turned your face away, when it slowly crept up to you like a spider.

…..You didn’t feel pain or burned.

Looking down at the mess that you made, you reached down and poked at the kettle, still hot, yet your curiosity was peaked as you looked at your ankles, drenched with the steam and moisture of the splash, yet you didn’t feel anything. In fact, it felt good, like as if your ankles was being massaged or rubbed down with hot oil.

As you poked the kettle with your bare fingers, you transitioned into latching the pads of each finger, then moving onto plastering your entire palm onto the kettle, still hot…yet it didn’t hurt or burn.

Observing your skin, you noticed it didn’t turn red, it didn’t form any welts, nor was it inflamed. You looked and felt perfectly fine.

‘Is this because of…them?’

You frowned your brows and couldn’t tell if you were pleased with the sudden change or if you were just being delusional…perhaps the trauma had caused you some internal nerve damage to where you couldn’t feel the burn….who knows.

As you tried to make some rational sense out of the situation, you disregard the mess and skipped out on the tea as exhaustion struck you once more, causing you to go back to the couch and fall asleep, under the dim light of your lamp.

…………………………….

“Here kitty, kitty, kitty….”

P A R T 2 W O

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[tunastime]

Let’s Talk About Feelings

(1316 words)

The first thing that Etho finds out is that day and night pass too quickly.

Etho has never been a man running out of time. To his left, currently sharpening the back edge of his diamond axe, is a man who has. Right now, for Etho, the passage of time is not only a visual sensation, it’s a physical one. He feels it in the way his body tires, the way he moves, the way everything takes less time than he’s expecting. Even sitting here, the dull da-dump of his heart is enough to mark the seconds of his life passing. He drinks from his canteen. He swallows. He loops his pickaxe over his head, the weight settling on his back, and stands. Tango’s eyes flick up to him. He doesn’t look as tired as Etho feels.

There is no downtime. There is only time wasted.

“Ready, T?” Etho asks. Tango smiles, a mouth full of sharp teeth, and nods.

“Sure, E,” he says, standing with a sway. “Let’s do it.”

It’s a quick trip down into the mine from the top of the base. The two part system works surprisingly well—there’s a modest looking home on top, ugly, as per usual, and the real stuff happens below. Wheat, sugarcane, two cows, at long last, and the mineshaft down to pools of lava and dark, cool tunnels. Tango follows beside Etho down the two-wide staircase, humming to himself.

“I can’t believe it took us that long to get two cows,” Tango grumbles, glancing back up the staircase. Etho huffs, trying to laugh, but finds that his tiredness just sort of pushes the air from his lungs, rather than do anything important. “Our ranchin’ skills have plummeted, man.”

Etho hums, shaking his head. He can feel a soft heat radiating out from Tango’s shoulder every time it brushes his.

“That’s too bad,” he starts. “Thought we had a rancher on our hands.”

Tango laughs, though it peters into something a little hollow.

“Mm, I wish. Wasn’t me, though. ‘M notorious for gettin’ things killed, you know that.”

Etho knows Tango well enough to place the validity of his sentence. Not even just here, either. Wardens to cows, mob farms to personal, accidental deaths. Etho laughs, finally warbling out a complete one, until Tango knocks into his shoulder. He shoves back. They rebound back and forth for several steps, until Etho nearly loses his footing and Tango clamps a hand around his wrist. He doesn’t let go, though, and Etho drags him along. They stand together at the landing for a moment, a handful of tunnels branching off from the sides. Etho glances down one, tilting his head in the direction of the torchlight. Tango nods. There’s a cave further down that opens up into a ravine, one Etho knows more diamonds have to be in. He can feel it, like an itch under his skin.

Tango’s sentence says something he doesn’t voice out loud, though. Etho tugs on his arm. Tango makes a questioning noise. 

“You doin’ alright? Not seein’ him?”

Tango furrows his eyebrows. His features are obscured, half by lack of light, and half as the torchlight warps when they step into the next room, and the cave walls open up. Tango waves the torch around, passing it off to Etho.

“Yeah,” Tango starts. “‘S fine. Hate that Joel’s rubbin’ off on him, but…glad he has someone.”

“Mm,” Etho agrees. “Last time I checked it was Joel and Grian.”

Tango squawks. 

“Ugh! I just—oh, no…”

Etho frowns a little as they stand in the center of the room.

“What d’you mean, “oh no”?”

“You threatened to kill Joel! I can’t not back you on that.”

“You’re gonna stick yourself in another messy situation, T,” Etho says. He climbs down the lip of another crevasse, sliding part of the way. He offers his hand to Tango, who worms down, bumping into him.

“‘M gonna try not to,” Tango grumbles. Etho can see his tail flicking back and forth. “‘S long as you don’t do somethin’ stupid.”

“Hey, no promises, man.” Etho doffs his pickaxe, placing the torch in the center of the room. Here, it lights up the space, stretching outward with a yellow halo. The places it can’t reach go grey with dark. He turns a slow circle as Tango tracks the ceiling. Nothing yet.

“Speakin’ of people,” Tango starts. Etho feels his limbs go cold, a static electricity pooling in the pit of his stomach. 

“Mm…” he starts, but Tango beats him to the punch.

“You talked to him any more?”

Etho shakes his head.

“No, no, I haven’t. There’s not really a point, I think.”

“I mean, you two were partners…” Tango continues. Etho shakes his head.

“We shouldn’t be partners in things like these, it always goes south.”

Tango shrugs. 

“Suppose so…” he agrees. Something about his tone suggests that he doesn’t really agree, but he’s giving Etho the chance to explain if he wants to, and the space to stay quiet if it’s more than he’d be willing to share. Etho worries the inside of his cheek. Then, he takes a swing with his pickaxe and breaks into the rockface.

Between the clunk of the pickaxe and the shnk of his armor as he swings, he hears Tango start in the opposite direction, tossing a question over his shoulder.

“You don’t miss him?”

Etho’s stomach folds over itself. Part of him begs to turn and ask his friend what he could possibly mean by that, what it could imply, but the words seem sad. They seem expectant on something. On Etho, maybe, to refute the claim, to prove to Tango that he does, to give Tango the peace of mind, maybe. Maybe Tango’s scared, Etho thinks, of the possibility that Bdubs comes back with vengeance, rather than anything else. Were they not all indirectly both advocates and victims of Bdubs’ death? He realizes, after a moment, that he’s been leaning on his pickaxe, staring at a chunk of iron in the ground. He drops to his knees after a moment, prying the block up.

“Etho?” Tango asks.

Oh. Etho hadn’t said anything, had he?

“No,” Etho says. “Let’s keep digging.”

He thinks he hears Tango sigh. It doesn’t sound frustrated. It just sounds tired.

“Sure thing, E,” Tango says. Etho swings his pickaxe into the rock and watches it crumble at his feet. He isn’t thinking about a night in the middle of nowhere around a soup pot. A night in a fort half built cradling cups in his hands. A life forked over by the man behind him that wasn’t Etho’s to negotiate. A night outside of a base that isn’t is, calling Bdubs’ name like he was forbidden to step inside. A clock in Bdubs’ hands he never made. A happy marriage Etho wasn’t part of.

Part of him thought going home would fix it. It didn’t. He still never saw him. They were better, they weren’t leaving, but there was still a distance. And it doesn’t matter—clearly, it doesn’t, because otherwise Etho would be lamenting about a man who can’t love him in a dangerous place because he has to keep every feeling for himself just in case they get used against him. He can’t even be mad. It’s a trait Bdubs picked up from him.

He isn’t thinking about that, though. He’s thinking about a fireplace in a basement. And he’s thinking about dinner and tea in a half-built base in the jungle. And he’s thinking about a color palette getting commented on. And he’s thinking about anything but the idea that he might just have to kill him this time. He doesn’t have much of a choice, does he?

“I think I found diamond,” Etho says. His voice echoes until Tango hums.

“None for me, yet.”

Etho keeps digging.

There’s no room to talk about feelings.

#limited life smp #limlsmp #limited life fic #limited life spoilers #tangotek #ethoslab #BEAR WITH ME AS I POST TO THE WRONG BLOG BECAUSE I FORGET TO CHANGE TO SIDEBLOG WTF #anyway limited life friday yippeeee (< weakly) #i cannot believe i just did that #if you just saw this no you didnt #anyway etho and tango should just talk i think!! #and no do not speak to me about their episodes im not well #it's fine dw about it sdjkfhksdjfh #been thinking a lot about the day night cycle though... hmmmmmmm #since it is 24 hours. anyway just a thought!! #ethubs is next heehhehehehe #as it should be.. i mean. monolith you already know

[randomperson3736]

Already Gone

Pairing: Damian wayne x dying fem! Reader

Genre: angst

Warning(s): character death, mentions of loved one dying, sad

Word bank: Y/N- your name, L/C- length (short, long) and colour of your hair, E/C- your eye colour, L/N- your last name, M/N- your middle name

Note: this is just imagine/ similar scenario inspired by the fiction called "the galaxy is endless (I thought we were too)" on wattpad. Hope u enjoy, shed some tears cus ik I did. Also ik this is kinda bad but I tried, ok?

(Listen to this while reading)☝️☝️☝️

Damian was all too aware that Y/N didn't have much time left. It was written all over her features, heard in the beating of her heart monitor that only grew slower, weaker each pasting day. She was a shadow, a echoing shell of the person she had been when Damian first leaded eyes on her. Her beautiful, bright smile that Damian loved dearly was now replaced with a hollow nothing that shattered Damian's heart every single day without fail.

He was shrugged back on the very uncomfortable hospital chair that sat by her side, her thin pale hand in his. Every few minutes Damian would place a feather like kiss on her hand reminding her that he wasn't going anywhere and to hold on just for a little longer. He knew it was selfish of him to want her to hold on, knowing how much pain she was enduring. But, who wouldn't want their loved one to hold on? Y/N was the love of his life, the person he cared for deeply, the one person who he wanted to grow old with, have a family with but all of that was torn from him like multiple bullets piercing his heart.

Damian closed his tired eyes that held bags under them and thought back to all the wonderful moments he had shared with his beloved. The moments he'll hold dear in his heart, the moments he'll never forget even if he wanted too. He remembered the first time they met, it was back in his days at Gotham Academy.

~Flashback~

"Alright, students i have some incredible news to share with all of you" his form teacher, Mr. Rodriguez spoke with a kind, warm smile. "We have a new student joining us, this fine year. Every one, this is Damian wayne"

Damian stared around the classroom and watched at how all girls in the whispered among themselves about whatever stupid reason it was. He saw how one girl, with L/C hair sit in the back right corner alone, unbothered by him. Usually when girls see him they go wild, asking for his number and all sorts of useless things. He watched her curiously, something drawing himself to you. Something in his gut told him that he needed to learn more about you.

"Alright, everyone quite down" Mr. Rodriguez spoke. "Damian you can take a sit next to Y/N. Y/N please raise your hand" Damian watched as the girl he was watching curiously early raise her hand up still unbothered.

As he walked past the other students he could hear their whispers about this 'Y/N' girl. They were all (mainly the girls, tho) complaining about how he couldn't sit next to them or how she's a freak. When he made it to her desk, he cleared his throat pulling young Y/N from her thoughts. "Yes, all gorious Wayne?" She said sarcastically at the said boy. He glared at her before he spoke. "Could u remove your bag from my seat?" She just smirked and replied with "Oh, I'm so sorry your highness I'll move it right away and while I'm at it would you like some tea too?"

Before Damian could say anything back, Mr. Rodriguez interrupted. "Now, Y/N please move your bag off his seat?" The girl groaned and moved her bag. "What do you say Damian?" Mr. Rodriguez raised his eyebrow up curiously waiting for him to say 'thank you' But the boy only scoffed and took his seat. His teacher could only shake his head and start his lesson.

"The name's Y/N, Y/N L/N" the voice said beside him. Damian nodded his head in acknowledgement. Y/N L/N? He thought, he was sure gonna have some fun digging stuff up about you when he got home.

~End of flashback~

Damian felt his heartstrings tug in his chest as he thought back to the good all days, knowing too well he would never be able to tell your childern or grandchildren that lovely story. Damian fought back tears that threatened to fall, he tried to ignore anymore thoughts cause he knew that if he thought about anymore, the tears he was holding back would definitely fall. So, he just watched Y/N's chest fall and raise knowing each breath was more painful then the last. It pained him to see you in so much pain.

"Beloved" Damian called out. He didn't have a reason to do it, other than that same tug at his heart telling him that it almost time. Y/N hummed, eyelids not even fluttering. That was the first sign that it was worse than Damian had even thought, worse than he would admit. "Beloved?" He called out again. Nothing.

The faint beeping of the heart monitor was what Damian, was trying to focus on. A sure reminder that Y/Nwasnt gone, that she was still in arm reach. She was still here. Damian wasn't alone just yet. It felt like infinity before Y/N finally spoke, her voice as fragile and shaky as a bird lost in a tumultuous tempest. "D-Damian?" Damian grabbed her limp hand once again, alerting her that he was still there. "I'm right here, love. What is it?"

"Damian, it hurts"

And, oh how Damian's heart shattered.

Not once had Y/N faltered like this; not once had she complained about anything. She hadn't complained when she was diagnosed, nor when the symptoms had gotten the better of her, not even about the fact she was gonna die soon. Damian hadn't been fooled. He was hyper aware of the fact that Y/N had spent more time protecting Damian's heart then voice out loud her own pain, her own struggles. No matter how many times Damian begged and told her everything was gonna be okay, she hadn't budged; she was just as stubborn as him. Damian couldn't imagine how much pain she was in.

"Do you want me to get a nurse?" Damian asked. There was nothing he could do to is her pain and her suffering, it killed him that he couldn't help. Y/N ignored the question; and just asked her own. "Can I say it now?" She asked it so gently, so softly, as though she wasn't worried about breaking Damian's heart more; destroy his world. Damian shook his head. "No, no Y/N, please don't" he didn't try to fight the hit tears pricking his eyes this time, he let each one roll down his checks. A soft whine left Y/N's throat. "I can't do this anymore" each word was a slurred shatter, each a stab to Damian's heart.

Was it selfish for him to ask her to keep fighting?

"Beloved..." Damian didn't know what else to do, what to say, so he just squeesed Y/N's hand. Ge tried to blink away the tears welling up in his eyes, not wanting to show weakness but he just couldn't stop. They just kept coming more faster, almost like a waterfall in a way.

"I'm s-sorry Dami"

"If-if you don't say it, it means we still have a chance, right love?"Damian's words were nonsensical babble, clutching Y/N's hand in his. "It can't be the end" Damian had spent countless months trying to prepare for this very moment. He'd had countless conversations with himself, imagining every possible outcome, but never he prepared for could stop the cold feeling running up and down his spine.

"Please, don't say it. Please"

Was he ready to lose the one thing he can't replace?

Was he ready to lose his whole world?

There was no way he was.

But denying Y/N anymore would be cruel, how could he ask her someone he loved to stay in this pain?

He looked back up at her, through his tears.

"Okay"

Y/N's shoulders sagged back in relief; as though she could finally leave all the weight and pain.

"I love you, dami"

Damian couldn't hold himself back anymore not after that. A guttural sob left his throat, followed by another, and another. His whole chest ached with a pain that made him feel as though his heart had been ripped into two then ripped again. All he could think about was the fact that his beloved, his Y/N was fading away.

"Y/N, please" Damain begged through broken sobs, swallowing all his pride he had and letting it dissolve into a freash wave of tears. "I can't do this without you"

She lightly squessed Damian's hand. Making him look up at her and it was only him that notice the light leaveing her E/C eyes slowly despite the trickle of tears trailing down her face; the life leaving Y/N's features with each passing breath.

"Please don't leave me"

The words left Damian's mouth before he could even think. So much emotion was carried in those 4 words. His sobbing turned into wailing, each cry wracking his body so violently that it could of broken him like glass. "Say something, Y/N please"

Y/N didn't hear her lovers broken words. All she could hear was her heart slowly making its final beat. A smile formed at her lips as peace over came her body.

Damian fall from his seat and onto his knees upon hearing the heart monitor go flat. Y/N's cold limp hand was still clinched in his. He cried on his knees, for what felt like eternity. He hadn't even noticed when the nurses and doctors came running in, to try and help but he knew it was already to late. He didn't even hear whne the nurse asked him if he wanted her ot call anyone but he cpuodnt think, not riht now. Damian remained on the hard cold floor, begging any God who was listening to bring Y/N back. But none of them did. Damian let out a sobbing screech that caused everyone in the room to flinch, he just couldn't except the fact that his love was already gone.

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #x fem!reader #x dying reader #sad #fypツ #batfam #Spotify

[vrisrezis]

Fluff alphabet with gladion

Self indulgent stuff b4 I answer rqs

A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?) he finds your strength the most attractive part about you. How great you are with Pokémon battles, even if you’re the shy or gentle type, he can sense how strong you are and he loves that part of you.

B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?) well, so considering the fact you’re both children and he hasn’t once thought about it, no. When he’s much MUCH older he would need to warm up to the idea but would be okay with it in the end. For awhile he’s scared of ending up like his mom in anyway.

C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?) typically doesn’t care how you cuddle, as long as you don’t see his face because it’s as red as can be. Usually has his face in your neck.

D = Dates (What kind of Dates do you go on?) might take you on walks, pretty simple dates but he likes taking you to cafes. He just doesn’t like being noticed in public so he tries to take you to more quiet areas.

E = Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…) you are my sun. (Meaning like his reason for waking up every morning lol)

F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)

Took awhile since he doesn’t understand his feelings, he would realize after hau says something. He would deny it at first, but when he sees you beat him again in a Pokémon battle, he realizes it for real.

G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)

Absolutely. He has a hard time showing it all the time but he absolutely will show you how appreciative he is of you.

H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)

No. He’s very honest. He believes honesty is key to a relationship.

I = Impression (First impressions?)

Depends on your personality. If more outgoing and bubbly might think you’re stupid and annoying and naive. If calmer or even shy he might have more positive first impressions on you, such as how gentle you seem.

J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)

Yeah, a lot. Typically keeps it to himself, but he seems grumpier than usual.

K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)

He’s often too shy to kiss you, if he’s taller than he typically kisses your forehead. If not your cheek. But he always gets red in the face. He’s too shy to ask but he likes being kissed on the lips or on the hand.

L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

You. He’s very shy about saying it first.

M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?)

His favorite memory was probably the first time you and his silvally started to bond.

N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes. He has the money.

O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?)

Very obvious. Hau and lily know he ain’t slick. His face gets red whenever you’re around and he stares a lot. He’s visibly on more edge, but not in a bad way? He’s just more nervous and easily embarrassed. He has a hard time being vocal about his feelings but he’s obvious.

P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Hun, honey, dear, sometimes babe.

Q = whats their fav non modern thing

Not doing this one

R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Chill out, play video games probably. He doesn’t like going out in the rain so.

S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)

He usually trains when he feels sad, but when it’s you he often tries to be there with you. Whatever you do to cope he’s there with you, he worries a lot about you when you’re upset so he does anything he can to make you feel better.

T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)

Anything, as lame as that sounds lol. He just likes listening to you so anything that makes you ramble.

U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)

Yes, he knows you very well. He can read you and tell if something is off even the slightest. He is extremely empathetic.

V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

Extremely important. Like one of the most important things in his life, he typically chooses you over most things in his life, other than his sister and Pokémon.

W = Wedding (thoughts on marriage, When, where, and how do they propose?)

Obviously it would be many years down the line, probably in your mid 20s. He would do it in a place that was special. A place you two went out on dates a lot, or perhaps where you both hang out often. Perhaps where you first met if you had a good first meeting. Would take you on a walk and work up the courage and ask you.

X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)

Not much in public, but he’s fine with pda if you initiate. Not in front of people he knows too much though. In private as well. He wants you to initiate but he’s secretly clingy. And loves kisses and hugs from you.

Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?)

He tends to distract himself but he can’t help but feel so alone.

Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)

Of course. He’ll do anything to keep your relationship happy and healthy and to make sure you’re happy.

#gladion x reader #pokémon x reader #pkmn x reader #pkmn gladion x reader #Pokémon gladion x reader #pokémon sumo x reader #pkmn sumo x reader #sumo x reader

[dzamie-oc]

Voretober 11 - Regret

Length: 1800 words Vore type: M/F oral vore, reluctant prey Fandom: Pokemon Other info: Liepard pred, human prey, feral pred, threat of digestion Summary: An ex-Plasma Grunt seeks closure with one of her past victims. It goes poorly for literally everyone but the Pokemon.

With each step Marie took closer to the Castelia City storefront, it felt only further away, and her backpack - or rather, the clothes inside - hung more heavily off her shoulders. Part of her hoped to find it packed with customers, to give her some excuse to put it off for one more day. Marie clenched her jaw, brushed a lock of red hair over her shoulder, and continued on; the rest of her wasn't a fucking coward.

The bell over the door, decorated like a Chingling, rang as the woman entered. Despite the store's varied collection, the air smelled mostly of books, mixed with cinnamon incense. A woman with short, black hair looked up from her phone behind the register. "Oh, hello!" she said in a light, customer-service voice, "can I help you find anything today?"

As tempting as it was, Marie had more important things than tchotchkes or the new "Ledyba and Black Nyarth" comic. She sighed and approached the cashier. "Kind of. Um… may I ask, Riley, how's your Purrloin doing?"

Confusion and concern were evident on Riley's face; she took a step back from the counter and one hand dropped to her hip for a pokeball. "H-how did you know- wait, Purrloin? Who are you?!"

Marie immediately raised her open hands and took a step back, herself. "Did I get the wrong person? I'm sorry, the records are kind of-"

"Records? What are you talking about?" A dark green pokeball swelled to full size in Riley's hand, and she held it out in front of her, guarding herself from whatever she thought Marie was up to. "E-explain yourself, or else! Where did you look me up, and why?"

"I…" Marie accidentally backed into a shelf and straightened up, "do you, um, remember the whole "Team Plasma" thing about a decade ago?"

"Yeah, but I was never involved with them! For one, I was twelve, and for two-!"

Marie cut her off. "For two, a young Plasma Grunt stole your Purrloin, so you weren't exactly keen to join up."

This threw Riley for a loop. "Yeah. But how would you…" Marie watched her connect the pieces in her mind; as soon as she did, she returned the pokeball to her hip and instead grabbed a heavy-looking book. Though still threatening, the look in her eyes was one of fear. "You bastards aren't taking him again!" she declared.

"It's just me, and no, I'm not. After realizing what the team was really about, I quit and fled. The fact that I was lied to doesn't change what I did, but I just…" Marie swallowed a lump in her throat and tried again. "I found a copy of Plasma's quote-unquote "liberation" records a couple months ago, and your Purrloin was third and last on my… rap sheet. I just want to know, how is he? I really hope he was able to recover from that."

Riley was silent for a long, uncomfortable minute, then retrieved her pokeball once more. She tossed it up and called, with a measured voice, "Noir, showtime."

A burst of red light coalesced into a feline form. Rather than the short, mischievous biped Marie expected of a Purrloin, what appeared was a sleek, four-legged Liepard, standing an impressive four feet tall and adorned in a beautiful, dark purple coat. He landed on the store floor without a sound and glared at Marie before turning to Riley for instruction.

"Noir, this is the woman who stole you from me back in Nacrene city." The brunette's voice was tense with effort to keep malice from her tone. "She wants to know how we've fared ever since we reunited on Skyarrow, after thinking we'd never see each other ever again."

Marie dropped to her knees and shrugged off her backpack; the light hood of her old uniform fell out from it, but she looked nowhere but the cat's green eyes. "Purrl- Noir, I'm so sorry. I can't even claim a change of heart; I was simply too stupid, too blind to know the bond between a girl and her Pokemon." Noir stared placidly back at her, tail lashing behind him. Marie dipped her head and closed her eyes. "Please forgive me. I heard the cries of the Pokemon we'd stolen; I don't have to speak your language to know that I must have hurt you."

"You're asking him, and not me?" Riley asked. There was an edge to her words, but also a note of surprise.

The ex-grunt nodded, never raising her head. "Noir was the one I grabbed and imprisoned. Even if you offered, I couldn't accept your forgiveness if he would't grant me his."

She didn't hear him move, nor did she expect to. Marie startled when she felt the Liepard's paw on her shoulder, and when she looked up, his feline face filled her vision. She wasn't N, she couldn't get a read on him. Was he thinking it over? Was he planning to gut her? It didn't matter; she'd forcibly taken his life into her hands, and would not flinch from a reversal.

Noir yawned wide, rows of pointed, yellow fangs framing a glistening, pink tongue and mouth. However, rather than closing his mouth, the Pokemon pushed forward, and surprised Marie by fitting her entire face between his jaws. She reflexively closed her eyes just in time to feel him tense around her and drag her head forward, into his throat. It was warm, dark, and tight. His fangs brushed against her neck, and she half-expected him to continue to close them. From beyond the Pokemon's jaws, Riley shouted his name, horrified; Marie heard the sound of a pokeball recalling its Pokemon… and then the sound of that beam of light shattering, of a miserably failed capture.

Noir swallowed again and promptly got stuck on her shoulders. Despite the lack of fresh air and the vertigo of strange forces all around her head, Marie did her best to pull her arms in close. He could be no less trustworthy than she had been. Slowly, steadily, the feline worked his jaws back and forth as he soaked Marie's hair and shirt collar with drool; eventually, Noir worked out an angle and approach to get one shoulder, then the other, inside his fanged grip. With all the saliva, she couldn't tell if his fangs had pierced her skin, not as if it was of any matter. His throat, on the other hand, accepted her much more easily, stretching to keep her in a painfully tight grip. It only got hotter as she descended, closer to Noir's stomach.

Just then, something rammed into Noir, raking his fangs through her shirt and possibly flesh. Marie heard Riley yell something else, maybe at Noir, maybe at her. She was growing dizzy. The heat around her chest sank lower, just past her ribs. The air around her head - if she could call it that - grew sharper, almost painful just to breathe, but it wasn't as tight around her head as it was around the rest of her. Something dragged against her knees, or was she being dragged around, herself? Her body told her to move, to thrash, to fight, but there was a reason she wasn't. There had to be, even if it was hard to remember. Maybe she could think after a nice, long-

Red light blinded her, and Marie fell, her upper body drenched, onto the floor of the shop. She made out a blurry, green, circular thing laying that the light had vanished into, and a woman's voice was loudly moving around the store. Taking slow, deep breaths, Marie pushed herself onto her side, and then up a bit, working into a sitting position against a store shelf. There was another red light, and a large yellow and black - no, yellow and purple - figure filled much of her sight. A Pokemon, to be sure.

With each breath, sharpness returned to her vision and mind. Noir the Liepard sat before her, watching her with a keen eye. Her backpack lay to his side, or rather, what was left of her backpack and its contents lay in a heap of tattered, torn fabric. Riley rounded the shelf and skidded to a stop, wielding a spray potion. "Oh, thank goodness! Noir, what the hell! You can't eat people!"

Noir turned his head and smiled, as though pointing out that, as just demonstrated, he COULD, and simply didn't. Marie tried to wave away the Potion, as the scars would be a reminder of the lesson she'd learned… but Riley pointed out that she really couldn't have her walking out of the store a bloody mess. After getting herself sprayed down and repurposing the tatters of her old Plasma uniform as bandages, Noir approached her again. Riley cautiously brandished his pokeball, but Noir simply lifted his forepaw and smacked Marie a few times on the head before licking her once, twice, three times, before turning, booping his muzzle against the pokeball's button, and vanishing back inside.

"Well… I don't get it, but I guess he forgives you," Riley said, staring at the now-dormant pokeball.

It took some effort to stand, but Marie soon stood upright. She scooped up the remnants of her backpack and uniform. "How about you? I know it's a long thing, but-"

"Absolutely not," Riley shot her down at once, "you're insane, I wish I'd never met you, and my life has been worse for each time we've interacted." She shot Marie an icy glare. "Thanks to you, my precious Noir is capable of killing people, and I'll have to live with that knowledge. If I never see you again, it'll be too soon."

Marie nodded and walked back to the front door. "Noted. Thank you for your time."

The other woman switched on her customer service voice again. "Have a good day!" she half-sang, "come back never!"

The bell on the door jingled, and Marie stepped out onto the street. After a few seconds, she turned for one last glance. Riley had her head in her hands, leaning on the counter. Marie sighed. With the last Pokemon down, her heart was lighter… but man, that could've gone so much better.

#voretober #v/ore #v.ore #pokemon #liepard #vorefic #willing prey #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #writers on tumblr #pokemon pred #human #human prey #team plasma #text

[ageofbarbarians]

Worked Up // D.R.W

AgeOfBarbarians

Summary: You had a great relationship with the Kiszka brothers since you’ve known each other for years. Danny on the other hand? Not so much… things change after a night out at the bar to celebrate the boys’ newest album release.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, Drinking, Smut, Unprotected Sex (wrap it up lovelies, no crotch goblins), Oral Sex, Fingering, Name Calling, Language, Edging, Choking, Praise Kink, Daddy Kink if you squint,

Word Count: 7.7k

M A S T E R L I S T

“Can you just shut the fuck up for one minute? Please?” You rubbed your temples as you grit your teeth, avoiding any eye contact with the boys who sat around the table with you. You were celebrating with the Kiszka boys after their newest album The Battle at Gardens Gate had just been released. Oh… and Danny.

Danny. Daniel fucking Wagner. God, his name made you want to vomit.

You had known Daniel just as long as the other boys but for some reason, the two of you could just never get along. Which was a shame honestly, because you thought he was extremely attractive but the way he acted towards you ruined the whole thing for you.

“Me? You’re the one who is just blatantly fucking stupid,” You threw your hands up and grabbed your beer bottle before chugging down the rest of your drink.

“Who is up for another round of shots?” Jake asked, clearly trying to pull himself away from the situation. Josh followed him and Sam sighed since he knew he was going to be the peacekeeper like he was every other time.

“So, Y/N,” Sam broke your attention and you let go of the daggers you were boring into Danny’s soul. You gave Sam a light smile, signaling for him to continue.

“You still haven’t told us your favorite song off the album,” Sam took a swig from his beer before gently sitting it back down on the table. You thought for a moment before responding.

“The Barbarians, mmm, no actually, Trip the Light Fantastic. I love the piano in the beginning I think it’s—“

“It’s actually a synth,” Danny cut you off as he scoffed.

“Danny really you-“

“Dude are you actually fucking serious?” You yelled a little too loud, gaining attention from some of the other surrounding tables. You smiled weakly at them and put your hand up as a way to apologize for the outburst.

“What? I’m just telling her what it was?” You could hear the attitude in Danny’s voice as he talked to Sam. You shook your head and before you could start going off on Danny again, Jake and Josh came back with shots. You grabbed one quickly before downing it. You hit the glass on the table and stood up and walked away.

“Y/N!” You heard Jake call after you but you stormed out of the bar, not even minding the people giving you strange looks. You pulled a pack of cigarettes out of your purse that you only used when you were extremely stressed. You leaned against the brick wall of the bar, the cool Michigan April air nipping at your skin through your sweater. You knew you should be wearing a jacket or a coat of some kind but you didn’t want to go back inside to grab it.

You sat on the cold hard cement and took a long drag from your cigarette. You felt the familiar tightening in the back of your throat and you couldn’t help the tears that slid down your face. You wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater but they just kept coming no matter how hard you tried to get them to stop.

“Y/N,” Jake rested his hand against your shoulder softly, catching you off guard.

“I just don’t fucking get it,” you started as you shook your head. Jake sat next to you and he let you lean into his side, not even minding the cigarette between your fingers. Usually when you smoked the boys have you shit since it was bad for you but it was so rare that you did it that there was no point. Plus with your current state, the last thing Jake wanted to do was piss you off even more.

“I just don’t understand why he’s up my ass about every little thing. For fucks sake, we’re out here celebrating you guys tonight and of course, we end up arguing and it ruins the whole night.” You took another drag from your cigarette before ashing it next to you.

“Honestly I wish I knew,” Jake responded softly. It was quiet for a minute before you just started to laugh softly to yourself.

“What?” He questioned.

“Do you wanna know something crazy?” You turned to meet Jake’s face and he raised a brow at you with a low hum. You took a final drag from your cigarette before putting it out on the cement and tossing it somewhere against the building.

“I used to think Danny was so attractive. I actually had a crush on him at one point. I was head over heels for him and honestly, those feelings never really went away. But the way he talks to me and the way he treats me, I just can’t. I can’t bring myself to think of him that way.” You admitted quickly. You realized that you probably shouldn’t have even said anything but the alcohol that raged through your system let the confession slip out. I mean hey, drunk words are sober thoughts, right?

“Really? I didn’t know that.” Jake looked at you in shock, unsure of what to even say.

“Because nobody did. Do you know how much shit he would give me if he ever found out? Which reminds me, this is between us, just like every other secret.” You held up your pinky so Jake would pinky promise with you. Your fingers connected and you wrapped them around each other to seal the deal.

Out of all the boys, you were closest to Jake. He knew every little detail about you and you knew every detail about him. There had been many nights where the two of you stayed up until 3a.m. talking about anything and everything, he was there for you through your first big heartbreak, you were there the day when Jake broke his arm wrestling and three days after before he went into surgery to get the plates put into his arm. You had been there for each other for just about every single life event that had gone on. He truly was your best friend.

“Do you think telling him that would change anything?” He asked and you about doubled over from laughter.

“Seriously? Me actually telling him that I liked him at one point? Keep in mind, liked, as in past tense,” you scoffed. The wind began to blow and you shivered from the crisp air.

“I mean I don’t know, it could make a difference,” Jake shrugged and he stood up. He offered his hand out to you to help you up and you took it and smiled as a thank you.

“I highly doubt it.” You shook your head. The two of you walked back into the bar and you went up to the counter by yourself. You ordered three shots, two for you and one for Jake. You figured that if you were spending the rest of the night with them you might as well get drunk to enjoy yourself.

The bartender handed you the three glasses and you took them over to the table. Danny and Sam were lost in a conversation of their own with Jake and Josh talking quietly. Well, Jake talked quietly since Josh was loud and was always talking with his hands.

You handed the shot to Jake and you grabbed one before the two of you cheered your glasses and downed them together. You took the other one right after and cringed at the foul taste, blaming yourself for not getting a chaser. You felt the drink travel down into your stomach since you could feel the slight burn, but it was what you needed. You could feel a set of eyes on you, and as you looked up you realized it was Danny before he looked away.

The rest of the night went on rather smoothly. You and Danny didn’t talk for the rest of the evening which was nice since nobody was arguing anymore. You, Jake, and Josh got lost in your own drunken conversations and you weren’t even sure how you got onto some of the subjects that you did. For a while, you got quiet and just listened to the twin boys talk.

“Last call!” The bartender yelled and it snapped you out of your gaze. You looked around realizing how you were pretty much the only ones there.

“Alright guys, ready?” Danny asked as he grabbed his keys. Danny had volunteered to be the designated driver for the night which was surprising since he was a part of the band (obviously) and they were celebrating them.

You scooted out of the booth seat and stood up, grabbing onto Jake’s shoulder as you nearly fell over. This was the first time you had stood up from drinking all evening besides when you went outside.

“Y/N you’re gonna make, make me fall when I stand up,” Jake laughed and you giggled. He stood up and you grabbed onto his arm.

“S'fine. We’ll fall together,” you slurred and Jake laughed with you. The two of you started making your way out of the bar to Danny’s car while the other three followed behind you. The short trip to his car was eventful considering you and Jake had almost fallen on three separate occasions which ended with both of you in a hysterical fit of laughter. Drinking with Jake was one of your favorites, but you two were just stupid together.

Everybody piled into the car. Sam sat in the passenger seat, Jake behind him, you in the middle, and Josh on your other side. Danny started the car to get the heat going and made his way out of the bar parking lot towards the Kiszka’s house. You were quite the entirety of the ride while the four of them continued in whatever conversation they were having.

The twenty-minute ride seemed to fly as you pulled into the driveway. Jake and Josh both stumbled out of the car as you gave both of them hugs. Josh had offered for you to stay at their house tonight but you truly wanted the comfort of your own bed. You sighed since you knew in a few short moments you’d be alone with Danny as he took you home.

Danny got out of the car to help the drunken boys inside and while he was gone you made your way up to the passenger seat. You could feel your head and your body spinning as you blinked from the alcohol that raced its way through your system. You leaned your head against the window and closed your eyes, focusing on the cold glass.

You were on the brink of falling asleep when the driver's side door opened and Danny got in. You jumped slightly and he laughed.

“Scared much?“ he teased as he pull out of the driveway.

“I was almost asleep, actually,” you said quietly trying your hardest not to give him any ounce of attitude so it didn’t lead to an argument. That was the last thing you wanted right now.

“You’ll be home soon,” was all he said before the car went silent. You stared out the window and tried to observe whatever was going by, but it was all too fast for your drunken mind to keep up with.

You rolled the window down and stuck your hand out. The cold air made your hand go numb but you didn’t care. The breeze actually felt night against your warm skin. You bent your hand in a wave motion and watched as the different angles made your hand dip.

“Y/N, it’s cold,” Danny sighed and you closed your eyes.

“Can I just have this one fucking moment to myself? Please?” You sighed. Danny didn’t say anything he just turned the heat up a little higher and sighed.

You pulled into the driveway of your house ten minutes later and you finally brought your hand back into the car and rolled up the window. Your skin was cold to the touch and you could feel the blood circulating through it to get it back to its normal temperature.

As Danny parked, you opened the car door and got out, almost falling on your face in the process. Danny got out and offered his hand to you for balance. You shook your head and leaned against the car.

“I don’t need help,” You started making your way to the front porch but stumbled again.

“Will you just let me help you?” Danny asked with an annoyed tone. You stopped as you turned to face him.

“No. Why should I even let you? After all of the bullshit you gave me tonight and every other time before that, why should I let you help me this one goddamn time?” You asked with complete seriousness. It was silent for a minute and Danny didn’t say anything.

“Exactly. If anything you would just use it against me in the future or something stupid.” You turned away from him and continued your drunken walk up the stairs of your porch. You caught your foot on the last stair and you stumbled forward and hit your body against the front door. You felt an arm support your waist and another hand dug into your coat pocket for your keys. Danny slid the key into the lock and you heard the front door click. He pushed it open with his foot and he brought the two of you inside.

“I can go from here, thanks.” You tried stepping away from him but his grip tightened.

“Considering the way you just walked up four stairs, I doubt you’ll be able to make it up a whole flight.” Danny shook his head and started walking the two of you upstairs. With his help, it seemed so easy to go up each step, but he was right, without him you would’ve just ended up on the couch.

He lead you to your bedroom since it wasn’t the first time he had been in your house. The hallway was dark but you could see a sun glow from a small lamp you had left on for when you got home. You flopped onto your bed and sighed as you felt the comfort of your bed.

“Welp…” Danny began to walk toward your door to leave before you shot up.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked suddenly. He sighed for what felt like the hundredth time that night and turned to face you.

“What could it possibly be?” He sat down next to you on the bed and you studied his face.

“That. Exactly that. Never mind.” You shook your head as you started taking off your boots and Danny grabbed your wrist.

“Y/N stop, I’m sorry. What? What did you want to ask me?” He asked, much softer this time.

“Why do you hate me?” You asked honestly. The question made your heart sink and you realized after you asked, that you were possibly going to regret the answer. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes and you searched for an answer. Nothing.

“What?” Danny laughed before he realized you were serious.

“Y/N I don’t hate you.” He shook his head and you shook yours.

“Then why do you act like it? I mean for fucks sake you’re always at my throat about something, we can’t even enjoy a nice night out with the boys about your album release, there is always just something!” You rambled. You searched his face for an answer but you couldn’t find anything.

“To be completely transparent? I don’t know.” He shook his head and you observed every little part of his face. Your eyes landed on his lips and they lingered there a little longer than you expected. You looked back into his eyes and there was a slight smirk on his face.

“Honestly, I like seeing you get worked up.” He admitted. He pinched his lip with his thumb and forefinger and you raised a brow at him. His eyes scanned your face trying to gauge your reaction. You could feel your heart begin to pound in your chest and the feelings you had from him once before started to slowly roll in from his simple confession.

“So you like pissing me off?” You raised a brow and trying to figure him out made your head spin more than it already was.

“I like watching you get heated about little things, always thinking you’re right, the little crease you get between your eyebrows when you get angry, the way you ball up your fists when I really piss you off, the way your thighs clench when you’re trying to keep your cool,” Danny’s voice lowered and you could quiet read his demeaned but it said a new wave of heat through our body.

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked in almost a whisper.

“You typically are, aren’t you?” The cocky tone in his voice almost makes you not want to tell him but the alcohol in your system beats you to it.

“When we first met I had the biggest crush on you. I mean it was stupid so I just let it go but I did. I thought you were so fucking fine and I thought about you a lot.” You laughed to yourself but when you realize how it sounded your eyes shot up to Danny’s. The cockiest smirk was spread across his face and you began to shake your head.

“I didn’t mean— I mean I have— only once— fuck, no, I didn’t mean,” you stuttered over yourself and stopped talking before things got any worse. You covered your face with your hands as you felt the heat sprawl across them from embarrassment. You felt hands around your wrists that pulled your hands away from your face. You avoided eye contact with Danny until he placed two of his fingers around your chin to move your head in his direction.

“I didn’t mean any of that,” you lied as you shook your head, trying to save yourself from any potential teasing.

“So you haven’t thought of me?“ Danny questioned as his hand rested on the top of your thigh, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. The action alone sent another wave of heat through your body.

“N-no,” you hesitated and Danny shook his head. His hand moved up your thigh and you clenched them together. Your breathing was becoming heavier and you wanted him to just do something but you could never admit it to him or even yourself.

“Hm, that’s a shame.” He stood up and you could tell he was going to make his way out. You grabbed his arm before pulling him back down onto the bed and you connected your lips with his. You couldn’t even process what you had done until you did it. You pulled away for a second before Danny closed the gap between the two of you again. You took in a deep breath through your nose and you tangled your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You tugged lightly at the fine hairs which caused a groan to escape through him. The sound of him getting a reaction from you made you want him more than you could’ve imagined.

Danny bit your bottom lip and he tugged which earned a whimper from you. You moved your kisses from his lips, to his jawline, and to his neck. You bit one spot below his ear and soothed over the area with your tongue.

“Y/N, Y/N,” Danny pulled away from you and he grabbed the sides of your face as you looked at him. “As much as I want this, you’re drunk,” He sighed as you continued to leave marks along him.

“I’m sober enough to know what I want, and what I want is you,” You admitted before his lips connected with yours again. You fell back against the bed and Danny hovered over you. He grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head and the dominant action made you whimper.

“Somebody likes being controlled when she isn’t running her mouth, hm?” He smirked at you as you watched his eyes turn to a darker shade of brown. Usually, his comment would’ve made you bitch at him but something about his demeanor made you melt.

“Please do something,” you squirmed underneath his touch. You just needed him to do something to you.

“Needy, are we?” He asked before his lips came down and left marks along your jawline. Your eyes fluttered closed as he marked you like you were his. Honestly, you wished you were. You just didn’t want the constant arguing and fighting but you wanted nothing more than to be his. You never wanted to admit it to yourself but now that you were in this position, you were positive about what you wanted.

“At any point, you feel uncomfortable tell me, and I’ll stop,” Danny’s eyes met yours as he spoke with a soft tone and you nodded but it wasn’t good enough for him.

“Words, please.”

“Yes sir,” Your eyes went wide at what you realized you had just called him but the way he smiled you knew he liked it. You had never called somebody sir before but for Danny, it just seemed… fitting.

“Good girl,” His hand ran along your face before he started making a line of kisses down your neck. He grabbed the bottom of your sweater before pulling it up and over your head. You were left in your heather gray lace bra and your leggings. The sudden exposure made your skin raise with goosebumps and a sudden chill went through your body.

Danny’s lips trailed down your chest, leaving a mark on the swell of your right breast. He pulled your bra to the side and took your nipple into his mouth, toying with the hardened bud. You let out a sigh at the contact, the slickness between your legs growing.

He moved his way down, leaving faint kisses along the hem of your leggings. He looked at you through his lashes before hooking his fingers around the rather thin material and pulling it down your slender legs. Your black lace thong was exposed and the sight nearly made Danny drool.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Danny ran his fingers down your stomach and along your thighs, avoiding the spot you so desperately craved him.

“Do something, please,” you whined. You needed to feel his touch against your throbbing core, you were aching.

“Patience, baby,” he purred before he ran his fingers over your soaked clothed core. He chuckled at the feeling of you.

“So wet for me. Who knew I could get you so worked up?” He hummed and you whined at his words. You shifted under his touch trying to gain more friction from him.

“It’s not the first time,” you admitted. He raised a brow at you as he sunk to his knees.

“No? Tell me, pretty girl,” He pushed. You suddenly went quiet, not wanting to tell him about the times you had come home and touched yourself to the thought of him. There had been multiple nights where he worked you up and you had wished he would take his anger out on your slick pussy. You were soaked all for him.

“Don’t get quiet on me now. Tell me what’s gone through that pretty head of yours.” He urged. His fingers softly grazed over your clit and he began to rub soft circles.

“Multiple times. I wanted you to just take your anger out on me, fuck me senseless,” your eyes fluttered closed from his delicate touch. He applied more pressure and you moaned.

“Is that what you want tonight, angel? For me to fuck that pretty cunt of yours until you can’t walk?” Danny pressed a kiss to the inside of your thigh and you could feel the electricity swim through your body.

“Fuck, yes, please,” you groaned and bucked your hips again. Danny used his free arm and pinned you against the mattress. You felt a sting and the sound of a rip when you realized he tore your thong off of you.

“Danny,” you whined. Those were your favorite.

“I’ll buy you more,” was all he said before he dove into your dripping core. He looked a bold stripe up your core before he wrapped his lips around your clit. He moaned at the taste of you, never tasting something so sweet in his life.

“Shit,” you gasped as you felt his tongue work its magic. He slipped one finger inside of you and pumped it a few times before he entered another. His fingers curled upwards and a loud moan escaped your lips. You adjusted your head to look down at the vulgar scene below you and it was an image that would forever be engraved into your head. Your hand came down and you pushed the hair out of his face so you could get a better view of him. He looked up at you and you could see the devilish smirk across his face.

“Fuck, Danny,” you moaned out as you could feel your legs begin to shake. It was insane how fast he was bringing you to your peak but from his demeanor, you knew it wasn’t going to be the only orgasm of the night.

“You’re close are you, doll?” The simple name caused you to let out a whimper and you nodded your head. His fingers continued their brutal pace while his thumb worked against your swollen clit.

“S-so, so close,” was all you could manage to get out. The feeling in your stomach was bound to snap, all you needed was the word from him.

“Do you wanna cum? Cum all over my fingers like a dirty slut?” Danny began to make a mark on your thigh. Biting the area before soothing it over with his tongue.

“Please, I’m, fuck, I’m so close. Please let me cum, please,” Your head fell back again and your legs shook violently. You needed the sweet release but you had a feeling if you didn’t obey it would make matters worse.

“Cum for me, pretty girl, all over my fingers,” His mouth attached to your clit again as you came undone around him. He groaned as he lapped up every bit of you, not wanting to miss a drop. Your moans bounced off the walls and you couldn’t help but arch your back.

As you came down from your high, Danny stood back up and you scrambled off the bed before getting on your knees in front of him. You worked on the buttons of his jeans before he sat his hands over the top of yours.

“Y/N, you don’t have—“

“I want to, I’ve thought about this so many times, just a taste,” you begged and he let you continue. You wrapped your fingers around his belt loops and tugged his jeans down his slender legs. He stepped out of them as they reached his ankles, leaving him in his dark blue boxers. You could see the hardened outline of him and there was a spot that was darker where the precum leaked from his tip.

You pulled on the band of his boxers, desperate to get them off. As you pulled them down, his cock sprung free and slapped against his stomach. You about drooled from the sight of him but his size was intimidating. You had never expected Danny to be small but you definitely weren’t expecting this.

You grabbed the base of him and pumped him a few times before slowly taking his tip into your mouth. You flattened your tongue out against him as you sunk down onto him. He hissed and leaned his head back as you swirled your tongue around his cock.

“Fuck, you look so pretty like that. Sucking my cock so well,” He moaned and his words were enough to send you over the edge again. You looked up at him through your lashes and watched as his chest rose and fell with each movement. You took him as far down the back of your throat as you could and you paused as his tip hit the back of your throat. You sat there for a moment before you gagged and came up for a breath of air. His fingers dug into your hair as he pulled you up to your feet. You whined at the loss of contact with him and he laughed.

“Another time, pretty girl, I promise.” His hand fell across your cheek like it had done previously and his lips intertwined with yours. His tongue fought for dominance with yours and you could still taste every part of you against him. He pushed you back onto the bed, his lips never leaving yours, but only for a moment.

“Are you sure you—“

“Fuck me, Danny,”

That was all he needed before he lined himself up at your entrance. He put one of your legs over his shoulder while he slid into you slowly. Your eyes rolled back as you could feel him stretching you out. He stilled when he was halfway in to let you adjust before your hips connected.

“Move, please,” you begged and he did. He moved his hips at a dreadfully slow pace. You whined at his torturous pace and he took the hint as he began to move a little faster.

“You take my cock so well baby,” He praised and you smiled at his words.

“Harder,” you whined and he obliged. His pace stayed the same but he rammed his hips into you. Any air you had in your chest left and no sound came out. The only noise that filled the room was the lewd sounds of your skin colliding and your drenched core. Finally, a loud moan flew past your lips and Danny silenced it with a kiss. He swallowed every noise you made as you brought your nails to his back and dragged them down.

“So.” Thrust “Fucking.” Thrust “Good.” Thrust “For me,” He then sped up his pace and you cried out from the new pressure.

Danny showed you no mercy as he rammed himself into you, your hips colliding at a pace you knew was bound to leave bruises. He took your leg off your shoulder before bending both of them back against your chest as he leaned against you, creating a whole new angle. A series of curse words flew past your lips and you choked on a sob. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming amount of pleasure.

“Danny, I’m close,” you managed to get out and he shook his head.

“You’ll cum when I say you can, got it?” He took in a deep breath threw his nose and your eyes screwed shut as you tried your hardest not to fall over the edge.

“I need your words,” He said again.

“Fuck, yes sir,” One of his free hands came down and toyed with your clit and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. You could feel yourself tightening around him before you suddenly were emptied from him. Your eyes shot open and you whined are the loss of contact.

“Come,” Danny commanded and you looked at him through hooded eyes. He adjust himself against your headboard and you watched as he took his cock in his hand and pumped himself. You watched his explicit movements and the sight made you drip.

You crawled over to him and you took advantage of the position he was in to take him into your mouth once more. He moaned at the contact before pulling you off of him.

“Did I say you could wrap those pretty little lips around me?” He asked with a raised brow. You shook your head and he grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, making you look him in the eyes.

“Good girls get rewarded, bad girls don’t get to cum,” He smirked and you suddenly felt weak. He was already denying you of your impending orgasm and you’d be a goner if he just left you like that.

“Please, no, I just wanted to—“

“Wanted to what? Be a dirty little slut? Can’t keep those pretty lips of yours away from me, can you?” He tisked and you whined at the dirty name he had called you.

“Come sit,” he motioned for you to sit on his lap. As you went to go like yourself up with him he pulled you down against his shaft and he began to rock your hips against him. His strong, calloused hands pressed into your hips and you knew he’d eventually leave bruises. Your head fell back as soft moans left your lips as you ground across him. Danny watched your every move and his breathing became unsteady.

“Feels s'good,” you whispered. He bummed in approval before lifting you up and lining himself up with you. You sunk down onto his cock and you whined at the pleasure of him filling you up again. His pace was nowhere close to nice as his hips flew upwards and you had to grab onto his shoulders for leverage. You wrapped one of your hands around his neck while the other trailed down his chest. His hands remained on your hips as he guided you down with each thrust.

You could feel him hitting every spot of you perfectly and you soon felt the feeling of your next orgasm approaching. You grabbed your chest and toyed with your nipples as Danny fucked up into you.

“Fuck, your cock feels so good, don’t stop,” you whined. Danny sent a particularly hard thrust up into you and nearly screamed.

“Yeah? You like that way I fill up that pretty cunt?” He continued the pace and you could feel the band in your stomach ready to snap.

“Shit, Danny,” you couldn’t even get the words out, but he knew you were close.

“I said wait. Just a little longer.” He sped up and you leaned forward onto him, your head in the crook of his neck. You whined in his ear and left more lilac marks on his skin.

“M’s’close” you groaned as your legs began to shake. Danny’s movements suddenly stopped and you whined. You tried moving your hips against him but he stopped you from doing so. He grabbed your face with his hands and left a gentle kiss along your lips.

“Can you be a good girl and beg for me? Tell me what you want?” He asked quietly and you nodded with closed eyes.

“Yes sir,” you tried moving your hips again but his fingers tightened around them.

“That’s not what I asked,” he scolded. You whined and looked into his dark eyes.

“Please let me cum, I’ll be so good just for you.” You tried and he shook his head in a way that was telling you it wasn’t good enough, but it was a start. He very slowly began to move your hips against him.

“You can do better than that baby,” he hummed.

“Please, sir, let me cum. All over your cock, please,” You whimpered as Danny began to move your hips a little faster and you could feel your high slowly returning. Your hands raked down his chest before he brought one of his hands up and wrapped it around your throat, not squeezing too hard. You smiled at the contact and the feeling made you want to explode. There was no better home for his hand than on your dainty throat.

“You can do better,” His grip tightened as he saw your devilish grin and he started fucking up into you again.

“Fuck me, please, so fucking hard. I want to cum around daddy’s cock,” you gasped and your eyes fell closed. You could hear his grunts beneath you and you had a feeling he was close too. You had never been edged before but it was definitely a new kink.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his pace became deadly and his hand tightened around your throat. You couldn’t make any noise and your vision started going in and out. Your legs began to shake again and Danny flipped the two of you over before he pulled out again. His grip released from your throat and tears started to prick your eyes from being denied.

“Danny,” you whimpered and he smirked down at you.

“Patience, baby girl,” He smiled before dipping his head between your legs and lapping at your dripping cunt. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he held you in place. You noticed the hair tie on his wrist and you grabbed it from him to pull his hair back.

One of the things that made you absolutely weak was when Danny had his hair pulled back into a bun. The way you could get a clear view of his face, the way his jaw could cut diamonds, he was perfect.

You pushed back the hair and tried to get some of it that were stuck to his forehead from sweat. You tied the hair tie around his thick curly tresses before you let your head fall back. Your breathing was becoming labored and you could feel yourself begin to throb.

“Baby please,” you whined as you so desperately just needed to release around him. He stopped again and a tear slid past your eyes. This was absolute torture.

“Have you been good enough for me?” He questioned as he got close to your face. He kissed you again and grabbed your bottom lip with his teeth before pulling it back.

“So, so good,” you ran your delicate fingers over his face and cupped them around his jaw.

Danny lined himself at your entrance again before entering you agonizingly slow. You sighed as he filled you up again but your sigh was replaced with a yelp as his hips collided with yours at a brutal pace. He started rubbing fast circles against your clit and you were seconds away from unraveling.

“Danny, fucking please,” you gasped and he nodded his head.

“Cum for me baby, all over my fucking cock,” his thrusts quickened and seconds later you unraveled around him. Your eyes screwed shut and a moan left your lips that would put a pornstar to shame. All of the air left your chest and your legs shook violently.

“Such a good girl, cumming all over my cock, look at you,” he groaned as his pace began to falter and you knew he was close.

“You fuck me so good, cum for me,” you praised and Danny moaned. His hands tightened around your waist and you smiled from his reaction to your praise.

“Shit,” he groaned before pulling out of you quickly. You moved so your face was lined up with his tip.

“Please,”

“Mmm, so fucking good for me. Open.” He commanded before you opened your mouth and took his length in your mouth. He grabbed your hair before turning it into a makeshift ponytail and began to thrust into your mouth. You gagged a few times and a few start years slid down your face but he wiped them away with his thumb.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” He warned and you hummed in response. His grunts became moans as you cupped his balls in your hand and began massaging them. Moments later you felt the warm, salty liquid hit the back of your throat and you swallowed every last drop of him. He pulled back but you grabbed his hips as you swirled your tongue around his tip. You could feel his legs shake and he let out a whimper before pulling away from you.

“Holy shit,” he gasped and all you could do was smile. You rolled over onto your back and he admired your fucked out appearance. You had hair that was sticking to your forehead, marks covering your neck and chest, and a sheen layer of sweat covering your chest and stomach.

All you could do was smile at the thought of what you had done and you knew it would be engraved into your memories forever. Danny walked out of the bedroom and came back a few moments later with a damp washcloth and he began to clean you up. The rough material made you squirm as he ran it over your core and he laughed.

“Sensitive, are we?”

“Says you,” referring to just moments ago when he pulled away from you. He nodded his head almost as a ‘touché’. He picked up his boxers before sliding them on and he threw you his sweater to wear. You slid the soft material over your body and it fell around your thighs. The sleeves were too long but you didn’t mind since that was how you liked it anyway.

You adjusted yourself in your bed and patted the spot next to you for Danny to come lay down next to you. He took the invitation and he got under your duvet. You scanned his features before applying a delicate kiss to his lips. He kissed you back as his hand rested along your cheek. Your lips moved together slowly and you prolonged it, never wanting the moment to end.

Danny pulled away and rested his head against yours and you kept your eyes closed as if it would keep the moment from disappearing. He ran his fingers through your hair and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“What does this mean for us?” You asked softly. You didn’t want to go back to the way things were with him.

“What do you want it to mean?” He questioned. You leaned your head against his warm, toned chest and you got quiet for a moment.

“I don’t want to go back to how things were.” You said in barely a whisper. Danny took in a deep breath and for some reason, it made your stomach uneasy.

“Honestly, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he admitted and you turned to look up at him. His eyes were closed and he just looked… peaceful.

“So…” you said quietly, not sure where to go from here.

“I say, we see where this goes. Only if you want to, I mean.” He suggested. Your heart swelled at the fact he actually wanted a real relationship with you. You nodded your head and wrapped your arms around him.

“I’m okay with that.”

***

A few weeks had gone by since you and Danny decided to test the waters and see where this whole thing went. You had decided that night to still have your occasional arguments but you didn’t want to make things so obvious for the other boys.

It wasn’t working.

“What is going on between you two? Like things are just… weird?” Jake asked as he polished his guitar. You sat on his amp and shook your head. The boys were beginning to practice for tour and you had decided to come along. But you also had plans with Danny after.

“Nothing. Maybe we’re just finally getting along, I dunno,” you lied. Jake caught your bluff and he sat his guitar down. He came closer to you and put his hands on your legs as he leaned closer to your face.

“You’re a shit liar, Y/N,” He said quietly. You could feel Danny’s eyes on you since Jake was so close. You bit your lip as you looked at him, silently asking to tell Jake. He gave you a simple nod before he continued tightening the bolts on his drum set.

“Okay fine. Danny and I are seeing each other,” you said quietly, a blush appearing over your cheeks. Jake stepped back and looked between the two of you. You stared at your feet and he gasped.

“Are you telling me that tinder hookup-“

“Yes, it was Danny. When he dropped me off a few weeks ago after that night we went out, he helped me inside and we talked a little, and things just kind of went from there.” You said quietly so the other boys wouldn’t hear.

“God damn, Wagner!” Jake cheered and Danny flipped him off as you laughed.

“Why are we cheering for Danny boy?” Sam asked as he and Josh walked back into the room.

“Y/N and Danny fucked!” Jake laughed and you gasped in horror. Danny dropped one of his sticks and threw his arms up.

“Jacob!” You yelled

“Dude, what the fuck?” Danny groaned.

“No fucking way, you’re lying!” Sam laughed as he looked between the two of you. You shook your head since the cat was out of the bag.

“Thanks a lot, Jake,” you sighed and hopped off the amp. You walked over to Danny before giving him a light kiss and the three boys behind you groaned.

“Oh god, now we have to deal with you two fucking in front of us? I’d take the arguing over that any day.” Josh groaned and you flipped him off as you kissed Danny again, this one being even longer just to piss them off. He grabbed your ass and you both smiled through the kiss.

“You’re just jealous,” Danny retorted.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks. Be back, kay?” You whispered and he nodded. You grabbed your stuff and began to leave the small little practice studio.

“I mean honestly yeah. Y/N has a great ass,” Josh shrugged and you turned around to look at him with wide eyes. Danny threw a drumstick at him which bounced right off of his head.

“Ow, Danny!” Josh complained and you couldn’t help but cover your face to avoid them seeing your laughter.

“You fucking deserved that,” Sam piped up and you finally exploded into a fit of laughter. You opened the door and waved to Danny and Jake while Josh and Sam started to argue.

“I’ll be back with waters.” You closed the door behind you and started making your way towards your car. As you got in you heard your phone go off and you pulled it out of your pocket and noticed it was a message from Danny.

You do have a great ass(;

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[theresthesnitch]

What we do to get by, Part 10

(a small warning before we begin: TW: physical assault (off-screen). I want to add that, because of Remus’s work, it could look like sexual assault. It is not. 

Also, if this was on AO3, it would be rated M or E, and that shouldn’t surprise you with my writing. 😘)

Read the rest here. 

***

Sirius was in the kitchen, cleaning up the last of the dishes from his visit with James, when he heard something crash against the front door. He grabbed his wand, quietly walking out to the door Just before he got there, it swung open and Remus fell through, landing on the hard floor. 

Sirius was already moving before he fully assessed Remus, which turned out to be a mistake. Remus winced at his touch. Sirius withdrew his hand, looking closely at Remus now. 

He had darkening bruises on his arms and face, visible even through the glamour that Sirius knew he was still wearing, and Sirius worried about how bad it was if that was the case. Remus was holding his arm to his chest, and Sirius realized that he must have jostled it when he grabbed him. 

“You’re hurt. Can I help you?”

Remus shifted until he was sitting cross-legged on the floor, and he nodded up at Sirius. Sirius sat across from him, knees nearly pressing together, and held a hand out. Remus moved gingerly, resting his arm in Sirius’s hand. 

Sirius cast first a pain numbing spell, which relieved a lot of the tension in his brows, and then a few diagnostic spells. As he suspected, Remus’s arm was broken. He stood up then, walking to the kitchen. He grabbed a healing potion and turned around to find Remus had followed him. 

“I was coming back. You didn’t have to move.” 

Remus shrugged and sat gingerly down at the kitchen table. Sirius set the potion down in front of him, and took the closest seat. Remus drained it in one go, and his face relaxed. Sirius started by healing the bruises and cuts he could see, but hesitated for moving on to the bigger heal. 

"Let me have your arm, then. I'll mend it." 

Remus held out his arm, which Sirius took gingerly. He trailed his wand down Remus's arm, murmuring the spell to repair the bones. Sirius cast one more diagnostic charm, confirming the heal, and set Remus's arm down on the table. 

"Thank you." His voice was small, barely more than a whisper. 

"It may tingle for a bit. By product of the spells."

Remus nodded, and flexed his fingers in front of him. Sirius sat back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. “Want to tell me what happened?”

Remus chewed on the corner of his lip for a moment, and Sirius thought he might not answer. Remus sighed, and leaned forward on his elbows against the table. “I did a big party tonight, with lots of extras. That meant I left with lots of money. Maybe I’d been obvious, I don’t know. I’m usually pretty discreet. These guys followed me into the park, and they–” he stopped talking then, running a flat hand along his jaw as he took a deep breath. “I was mugged.” 

Sirius’s fingers itched to reach for him, gripping his own arm when he wanted to grab Remus to pull him close. Except Remus seemed to retract in on himself when he said it, embarrassed by whatever weakness he thought he was showing, and Sirius thought that hugging him now would only make it worse.

“That fucking blows.” 

Remus’s eyes shot up to Sirius’s, a shadow passing over them before he burst out laughing. Sirius couldn’t help but laugh, too, especially as Remus laid his head on his arms, shoulders shaking as though he couldn’t stop himself. 

“Fuck, I needed that.” Remus sat up, wiping under his eye. “I just feel so stupid about it. I should have known what there were doing. Pulled out my wand or something, you know?”

Sirius drummed his fingers against the table, then as casually as possible, asked, “What were you doing in the park?” Remus was quiet for a long moment, and when Sirius looked at him again, Remus was looking down at the table. “What, Moony? What were you doing?”

“I was looking for a place to sleep.”

The floor fell out from under him. Remus was mugged, at night, in a park where he was trying to find a place to sleep. A silence fell over the room, heavy with the implication of what it meant, the door to the bedroom that was Remus’s just a few feet away from them.

Remus chose to sleep in a park, and Remus was mugged, and Sirius was pretty sure it was still his fault. 

Sirius stood up from the table suddenly, making Remus jump, and left the room. He wasn’t sure where he was going. He paced the living room, and was on the far side of the couch when Remus came out of the kitchen. He leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pocket, looking down. Sirius wanted to punch him, and he wanted to kiss him, and he was really glad that Remus was on the other side of the room because he honestly didn’t know which he would do if Remus was within arm’s reach. 

“Why, Remus?” Sirius kept pacing, unable to look at Remus any longer. “Am I really that bad? Is living with me that bad?”

“It’s not that, Sirius.” His voice was small but confident, and that might have hurt worse. 

“How can it not be?” Sirius buried his hands in his hair, gripping the roots and pulling hard enough that he wondered if he’d lose hair. “I don’t understand how you could prefer to sleep in a park, where you got mugged, than to stay here with me. There must be something wrong with me, because you’re choosing to be cold and afraid and broken than with me.” 

Remus's voice took on a steely quality “I’m not broken, and I’m not afraid.” 

“You should be afraid!” Sirius could feel the edges of rationality peeling up around him, leaving him a shriveled mess, a used napkin used to wipe up the remains of their friendship, whatever seeping dregs remained. “I’m afraid for you, and I’m not even the one out there. And don’t tell me that you’re not broken when you showed up here with broken bones, bruises, and cuts, and it’s not even the first time.” 

“Okay,” Remus squeezed his eyes shut, running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp. “Okay, I had some broken bones tonight, but I’m not broken. I’m not a broken person.” 

“No, you’re not.” If there was one thing that was incredibly clear to Sirius, it was that Remus was not broken. Despite everything that he’d been through, and all the ways he’d had to adapt and learn to survive in this life, Remus was not broken. “You’re not, but you don’t have to keep pushing until you are.” 

“I didn’t have a choice, Sirius!” Remus held his arms wide. “I did what I had to do, and I won’t make apologies for it. I fucking survived it, and you don’t get to hold that against me.” 

Sirius furrowed his brows, not entirely sure how the conversation took this direction. “I’m not, Remus. I promise that I’m not. I’m so happy you survived. I’m so glad you’re still here, no matter what it took to make that happen.” 

Remus was looking at him now with all the pain on his face that he must have been feeling, and Sirius couldn’t stop himself from closing the distance. He hopped over the couch, crossing the room to meet Remus in the doorway. 

He stopped in front of Remus, forcing himself not to touch him, but they were just inches apart and it was almost close enough. “I’m not trying to blame you or belittle you for what you had to do to get here. You’re stronger and braver and so much more resilient than I ever was, but Remus, you don’t have to do this alone.” 

Remus looked at him, golden eyes looking molten in the low light. “Don’t I?”

Sirius couldn’t stand the distance then. He wrapped a hand around Remus’s neck, another hand on his forearm, and stepped close enough to press their foreheads together. Sirius wanted to kiss him so badly he could taste it. “You don’t have to do it alone, Remus. Just trust me. I know what I’m asking, because I broke that trust once. But I promise you. I promise that you are safe with me. Let me help you.” Sirius pulled them closer still, their noses brushing together, and Sirius could feel Remus’s breath on his lips. “Stay with me, Remus. Let me help you.” 

“Sirius.” The sound was broken, cracked. Ripped out of Remus, from somewhere deep down, where Sirius was still the boy he had been at sixteen, who had broken Remus’s trust, who had told Snape, who had forced Remus to this life that left him damaged if not broken.

It was not the sound of someone who wanted Sirius.

Sirius took a deep breath, giving himself just a moment to hold Remus like this. He released his arm and his neck, then took a step back, and then another. His legs hit the back of the couch. He couldn’t look up at Remus now. 

“Stay tonight, at least.” Sirius bit his lip, feeling like everything was slipping away. “If you want to leave tomorrow, that’s fine and I won’t stop you. Please just… Stay tonight.” 

He didn’t wait for an answer, but escaped to his bedroom. When the door closed, he threw up a silencing charm before clapping his hand over his mouth. He couldn’t hold back the sob, he couldn’t muffle it, and all he could do was hope that the silencing charm held. 

***

Sirius lay in his bed later, unable to sleep without knowing if Remus stayed, but also unable to leave the room to find out. He wasn’t sure what would be worse–finding Remus had left and knowing that it was over, or finding that Remus stayed and having to face him again. What else could he say? He’s put himself on the line, and if Remus didn’t– 

There was a quiet knock on the door to Sirius's room, and he rolled over just as the door opened. "Sirius?" 

"Yeah." He looked at the silhouette of Remus, framed by the soft yellow overhead light. "Did you need something?" 

Remus didn't say anything. He just walked around the bed and crawled in beside Sirius. Sirius’s heart began to hammer against his ribs. He had no idea what Remus was doing, or what Sirius was supposed to do now, but he was too afraid that if he asked, Remus would leave. 

Remus laid on his back, blanket draped over his waist, and Sirius was all too aware of the fact that Remus was here, next to him. If he slipped his hand through the cool sheet, it would find warmth on the other side where Remus was laying, and eventually, it would reach Remus. 

Sirius rolled so that he was also laying on his back. He didn’t speak. He didn’t move. He barely breathed. Nevertheless, Remus was next to him. Was this some sort of goodbye? Did Remus come to tell him that it was too much, that Sirius was too much?

Remus rolled toward him, and Sirius could barely think for it. Remus was looking at him, but Sirius was too afraid to look back out of concern that he might spook Remus, who was inexplicably in his bed. So he stared pointedly at the ceiling instead, counting the cracks and hoping Remus would stay. 

He was always hoping Remus would stay. 

"Sirius." 

Sirius turned toward him, and they were a breath apart. His nose would brush against Remus's nose if he just moved forward a tiny bit. He focused on not moving at all. He’d nearly kissed Remus in the living room, and that had been a mistake. He couldn’t do that now. He couldn’t spoil this now. 

He was close enough to count the freckles on Remus's nose, even in the low light from the door, and see that his eyelashes lightened at the tips. He felt Remus's breath on his face, and he breathed in so that he could breathe in Remus too. 

Remus closed the distance between them, pressing his forehead to Sirius's, the tips of their noses pushed together, and Sirius closed his eyes and let himself just be this close to Remus. Remus was close, so close, and all Sirius had to do was lean forward, and they could be kissing. He couldn’t, though. 

“Sirius.” His voice was nearly a growl, 

Things with Remus had been so fragile, and what if he misread this situation. This could still be goodbye or some sort of masochistic challenge where Sirius was supposed to prove they could be friends. What if he wanted Sirius to prove that he could do this, he could be close like this without ruining it?

If that’s what it took, then Sirius would wait forever, even if it killed him. 

Only…Remus leaned forward, and their lips brushed. It was a delicate, reverent kiss that barely existed, but it was a crack in the dam that released everything. Remus pulled back, looking between Sirius’s eyes as though the answers to all the questions Remus had left were written between his eyes. He kissed him again, and Sirius grabbed him by the neck, threading his fingers into Remus’s hair. Remus’s hands found his hips, clinging to him as he deepened the kiss. 

The way Remus kissed felt urgent in a way that belied false confidence and bravado. Sirius didn’t take the lead the way he wanted to, didn’t chase Remus’s tongue the way he wanted to, but let Remus set the pace as they kissed. 

It was Remus’s hands that pushed Sirius’s shirt off of his head, and Remus’s hands that led Sirius’s hands to Remus’s skin. It was Remus that pushed things forward until they were lying naked, heated skin sticking to each other, with Sirius’s cock pressed into Remus’s thigh. 

Sirius pulled back–where he found the willpower to do so, he couldn’t even begin to say–and looked Remus in the eyes. His pupils were blown wide, and Sirius could see the desire there, but he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t manufactured. “Are you sure? I need you to be sure.” 

“I’m sure.” Remus rolled away, and Sirius thought that he was leaving before he grabbed Sirius’s wand off the nightstand, pointing it at himself and whispering the charms to clean, lubricate, and prepare himself. (Which, fucking Merlin, was there anything hotter than using Sirius’s wand for that?) He set the wand back on the nightstand, then faced away from Sirius. “Fuck me, Sirius.” 

Sirius growled, wrapping his arms around Remus’s waist and pressing open-mouthed kisses to his shoulders and neck. Sirius moved them until Remus was on his hands and knees, and Sirius sank inside of him. 

It was everything he had spent years dreaming of, and it was better than his every fantasy. 

Sirius fucked him slowly, trying to savor it. First times held a certain magic in them, the kind of magic muggles talked about that occasionally translated to actual magical possibi9lity. The anticipation, the building, the bloody focus on everything coming together was filled with so much potential and promise, and Sirius had wanted this so desperately for so long. 

The magic was so thick that it sparked around them, and when Remus came undone under him, Sirius could have cast the hardest spells without breaking a sweat. 

They laid panting in the bed when they were done, magic still crackling between them. They went to bed without bothering to clean beyond a few charms, and slept embracing each other. Sirius thought, in the moments before sleep overtook him, that this was the perfect ending. 

***

Sirius woke up alone, but he couldn’t help smiling as he walked out to the kitchen after a shower and finding a clean pair of trousers. He didn’t bother putting on a shirt. Remus was sitting at the table with a cup of tea and a book in front of him. He was wearing one of Sirius’s sweaters and a pair of joggers, and Sirius nearly leaned in and kissed him. 

They could do the kissing thing now, right? If you shag, surely you can kiss?

He didn’t, and instead just sat next to Remus at the table and poured a cup. “Last night was great.” 

“What?” Remus looked up, barely looking him in the eyes, and looked away. “Oh, yeah.” 

It was a bit of an odd reaction, but things had been odd between them. Sirius pressed on. “I would love to do it again, if you want.” 

“Sure.” Remus was chewing on his thumbnail and focused on his book.

Sirius furrowed his brows. “I don’t know if you prefer to bottom, but we could switch if you want. I wouldn’t mind bottoming for you.” 

“Yeah, I mean. Whatever you want the arrangement to be.” Remus was purposefully not looking at him now, and the whole interaction sat sour in his stomach. 

“Arrangement, what do you–” It hit him then, what Remus was saying. What Remus was really saying. “You mean–” he breathed hard, barely able to get the words to his tongue, much less out of his mouth “–you mean that you slept with me as–as some sort of payment to stay with me?”

Remus shrugged, still not meeting his eyes. “I told you I didn’t have anything to offer, and you said we could work out an arrangement.” 

Sirius was standing before he realized it, his chair clattering backward on the tile floor. He was pacing the kitchen. “I meant that you could cook, maybe. Or wash the dishes!” 

“I don’t know how to cook.” Remus began picking his nails, determinedly not looking at Sirius. “And I’m shite at cleaning spells.” 

“Well, then something like cooking or cleaning, then!” 

“You didn’t seem to mind last night.” Remus shrugged. “You seemed to enjoy it.” 

“Oh, fuck you, Remus.” Sirius stopped pacing and buried his head in his hands. “Fuck you. I thought you wanted me. I thought you came to me because you wanted to shag me, not because you felt obligated to.” 

“You wanted to?”

“Yes!” Sirius was yelling, and he knew it. He couldn’t stop it. He was on the edge of hysteria, or maybe he had fallen over that edge already, or maybe he was just hanging on by his fingertips. “Of course I wanted to, because I’m so fucking in love with you and–”

He froze when he realized what he said. Remus finally met his eyes. “You love me?”

Sirius swallowed, barely able to breathe and feeling like there was an ocean crashing around him. “I have to go.” 

Sirius turned and walked out the door, wearing nothing more than a pair of trousers, and apparated away. 

***

Lily opened the door when he knocked, an eyebrow raising and the corner of his lip teasing up. “Black, guests generally come to my home wearing a shirt and shoe–” 

“Lily.” There must have been something in his voice, though he couldn’t hear it through the hysteria growing in his chest, because Lily stopped her teasing and nodded, indicating inside the house. 

“James?” She called over her shoulder as she shut the door, and James came jogging around the corner. 

James took one look at him standing there–and Sirius really wondered what he looked like, or if this was just James and of course, James knew him. He grimaced at Sirius and beckoned him with a wave of his hand. “You better come inside and tell me what happened.”

~~~

author’s note: I’m so sorry. 

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