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dreamauri · 10 months

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♪ — 𝗦𝗛𝗛𝗛 lando norris x girlfriend! reader (fluff+smut) “. . . you're finally able to attend one of your boyfriend's races and he super exited things get interesting”

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"Lando." "Give me like . . . 5 more hours." The boy was sleeping, curled up on some blankets that he put together. One of the members of his team was trying to wake him up, because you were here. The team had put so much effort into flying you to Monaco, and now, Lando was being too lazy to see his surprise.

You were sitting beside him, but like an idiot, he didn't notice at all. "Alright, I'm out." You yawned, standing up and walking passing by in front of Lando and out the garage.

Lando was still half asleep, he thought he must've been dreaming. Sitting up and looking at your disappearing figure. "Am I- Is she?" He couldn't get a word out, not being able to differentiate between reality and dreams.

The team was laughing at him, gesturing and telling him to go catch you before you leave ( which you would not ). He quickly ran out, stumbling over his feet while looking for you. You, who knew he'd be searching for you like a maniac waited at the entrance where he wouldn't see you.

"Where did she-" "Tag. You're it, mother fucker." You tapped his shoulder quickly before running off. "No fair!" You could hear Lando shout as he tried to catch up to you. The first thing that came to mind was to go into the media pin. What you did not plan was hiding behind max, the blond looking confused as you and lando ran circles around him.

"Max don't just- Y/N! Come here! Max help me." Max chuckled taking a sip of his can, shrugging at the interviewer with a smile. "Max please!" "Max no-" you were to late, once the redbull driver put his hand up to stop you, you were immediately lifted up from your thighs by Lando, who quickly around away with you.

"My girlfriend!" He cheered again and again bouncing you up and down ad he ran through the paddock exited, showing you off to everyone. "The love of my life!" He laughed with the widest smile on his face.

You tried to turn around so you look down at him. You were a laughing mess, you've never seen him this happy. "Lando. Put me down." You said in between laughs as he continued to run around and spin you. "But you'll run away." He argued pouting. "I'll give you a kiss." You bribed with a smirk which made him quickly lower you and hug you by your waist.

His bashful smile spread across his face as he waited for you to kiss him. And you did leaning up and pecking his nose. "Heyyy." He whined trying to kiss you properly. "I never said where, I just told you I'd give a kiss." Lando pouted. "Oh my God, I'm dating a puppy."

You chuckled before you were pushed from behind into a kiss. Lando quickly savored it, cupping the back of your head so you wouldn't pull away. And once you did, you looked back to see Daniel Riccardo and Max Verstappen, standing there, looking around like they didn't do anything.

"Oh! Oh my God. Is that you Y/N? Long time no see." Daniel looked at you, pretending this was his first time seeing you, even though he was standing 2 feet away from you. "How are you, how's uni?"

"Going good." You nodded looking at max who still pretend like he was innocent, looking around nodding at random things. "She's looking at me and I know I'm going to pushed in the pool."

"Yes, she will." You chuckled taking Lando's hand, pulling him along. "So, see you all on Friday?" You nodded ready to leave with the ball of sunshine next to you. "You're not going to spend the day with us?" Max asked gesturing to the redbull garage.

"Yeah marketing has a few games for us to play, you don't wanna join." Daniel added. You've known this group for sometime. After growing up alongside Max on the track and being best friends with Daniel, you met Lando who eased into your life and made a cozy spot for himself.

"I'm sorry guys, but me and Lan have things to catch up on." You looked at your boyfriend smiling. "Back at the hote-" "Ew, aren't you two like 5?" Danny shook his head disapprovingly. "We don't don't need to know." Max scrunched his nose in disgust looking away.

"Max I can hear you and that Porsche driver from across the city." You told him in a matter of fact-ly. "Me and Mijn liefje are not loud." He nudged your shoulder chuckling. You and your ball of sunshine eventually made it out of there, running alongside each other to Lando's apartment hand in hand laughing together.

Running into his apartment, you two started undressing as soon as you shut the door, stumbling over your clothes as you made your way to the bedroom. Lando sat on the bed first catching you as soon as you straddled his lap falling on his back as you two began making out.

Laughs and giggles could be heard between you as hands explored each other's bodies. "Did they grow bigger? I feel like they did." He asked gripping your boobs gently. "Says you Mr. Abs, when did you get these?" You giggled pulling away as you look down at his bare stomach, tracing his muscles.

"Do you like them?" He asked holding your waist and pulling you further closer to him. "The look good on you." You nodded leaning down and kissing his jaw and neck. "Makes you look like a young Greek God." You hummed pulling away.

Intertwining your fingers together, you pinned his hands above his head, aligning yourself with him. The boy could only admire you. "Why are you smiling like that?" You chuckled raising an eyebrow. "What I can't smile at my girlfriend any more?" You giggled, leaning down and kissing him softly.

Lando swallowed the moans that came from your mouth, raising his hips out of impatience. He wanted more from you, all of you. "Slow down. We're not in a rush." You mumbled in between kisses, moans slipping from your lips as you finally settled down all the way. "Yeah but, I want you." He whispered back looking into your eyes.

You only chuckled, kissing him gently before sitting up and brushing your hair behind your back, you settled your hands on the boy's chest leaning forward slightly as you started moving. "Oh fuck, baby." Lando moaned holding your hips to guide you ( more like to touch you ). "You're so tight." He grumbled closing his eyes so he could only concentrate on you.

Much to his dismay, his phone started ringing. Leaning back a little, you peak through the door frame. The phone was in the pile of clothes you created earlier, desperately trying to get your attention. "Noo." Lando whined, hugging your waist and puling you back closer, his mouth found your skin where he took the opportunity to kiss and nibble, leaving marks behind.

You could feel him desperately try to thrust up into you, to get some friction. He moaned your name as you gently played with his curls leaning your head on his shoulder. Although Lando was on the average side, he fit you perfectly, and you wouldn't want no other.

"My love." He stuttered catching your lips. You smiled into the kiss, cupping his name as his hug tightened on you. Moving back a little, you laid you on your back with him on top, quickly wrapping your legs around his abdomen so he can continue with his thrusts.

Moans slipped from your lips as soon as he did. "How did I get so lucky?" He mumbled into your neck making you giggle. Lando's hand was trailing all over your body, exploring and admiring your being when he was interrupted once more. That stupid phone ringing again.

"I'll go get it." You mumbled attempting to break free from his hold. "Lando let go." The boy only held on, whining like a lost puppy. You chuckled kissing his head before breaking free and getting the phone. It was Carlos, which surprized. "Hola." You greeted walking back to bed to the impatient McLaren driver. "Y/N? What are you doing here?" . . . Well you were doing his best friend, but you could leave that part out.

"Doing? Me? Nothing important." You joked which made Lando look at you offended. You chuckled silently as you sat on your boyfriend's lap, holding his shoulders. "Well we might as well invite you too, is Lando there?" Carlos asked. You looked down at your boyfriend who was laying on his back looking at you disapprovingly. "No." You replied giggling down at the boy who only rolled his eyes.

"What's that idiot doing?" Carlos chuckled, as you covered said person with your free hand. Lando looked at you confused. He answered his own question as a moan escaped his lungs. "What was that?" Carlos cut you off hearing the noise. "Lando stubbed his toe. You want to talk to him?" "Yes please."

The brunette was shaking his head aggressively as you handed him the phone, you removed your hand from his mouth as you leaning back, moving again. Your boyfriend could only grip onto your thighs as he arranged plans with his friend. You were a pro at staying silent, unlike the stuttering boy beneath you.

His breaths were getting shorter and faster and he was more out of it with Carlos, holding one of your hands desperately. You knew he was close and you let him have it. "H-hey, I'll call you back." Lando cut off, ending the call quickly.

You could feel him begging for release, grunts and groans escaping his mouth. All he could do was take what you gave him. You could only laugh when his hips stuttered. "You- I- no idea." Failing to put a sentence together, you kissed him gently snuggling into him. "I love you." He finally said. "I love you." You returned kissing his cheek.

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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Eddie flounders, arms flailing as his feet slip out from under him for the fourth time, and he lands chin first on the scuffed-up ice with a hard thud.

“Oww,” he moans miserably to himself as he sits up. He lifts a numb hand to his mouth to inspect the damage—fingerless gloves doing fuck-all to defend against the stinging cold—and the tips of his frozen fingers come back speckled with warm red from where he bit his tongue on the way down.

Fucking ice skating. Max better appreciate the effort he’s making.

He’s in the middle of a mostly empty rink (arms crossed over his chest, ass wet from the ice, fully pouting in public but who cares his tongue and chin fucking hurt), and he’s thinking about just staying there—sulking in place for the remainder of the open-skate session until a Zamboni comes to sweep him away—when an employee spots him and comes skating over to help.

The guy moves with a graceful, practiced ease, swift enough to send his honey brown hair flowing out behind him as he glides over the ice, and he stops neatly in front of Eddie with a tap of his toepick. “Need a hand?” he asks, offering his, and oh no he’s hot why does he have to be hot jesus christ

“‘M fine,” Eddie mumbles into his knees, face flaming. His eyes are wet, and his cheeks are all splotchy, and he’s being such a petulant, wounded little baby right now, but like.

If Hot Guy could kindly fuck off instead of witnessing this ridiculous behavior, that would be so cool and sexy of him.

“Hey,” Hot Guy says, voice gentle. His downturned puppy eyes go soft with concern when he spots the blood on Eddie’s lip, and he crouches down into a squat and rests a hand on Eddie’s knee.

The fingers of his other hand reach out, hesitant, hovering in the space between them like he wants to cup Eddie’s chin but doesn’t want to hurt his bruised skin. Eddie’s eyes widen at the gesture, kind of humiliatingly turned on by how tender it is, and his lip wobbles and oh God he is not about to cry in front Hot Guy he’s not doing it he’s not—

The guy offers him a reassuring pat. “Bit your tongue?”

Eddie nods. Hot Guy smiles sympathetically. “Yeah, that’ll do it. I bit the shit out of the inside of my cheek last week trying to race my coworker,” he tells Eddie, shaking his head with a little laugh. “Hurt so bad.”

Fuck, his laugh is pretty. Eddie can’t help but smile, too.

The guy claps Eddie’s knee again and shoves himself back up to standing. “Come on,” he says, offering a hand. “Let’s get you patched up.”

Eddie takes it this time.

He lets himself be hoisted to his feet, gripping the lapels of the other man’s jacket for dear life as he gets his balance. Hot Guy, bless him, just brackets Eddie’s waist between his hands, steadying him with warm, broad palms splayed beneath his ribs, and then they’re toe-to-toe, standing so close that their breaths fog into a mingled cloud.

H.G. flashes a brilliant smile. “I’m Steve, by the way.”

“Eddie.”

“Nice to meet you, Eddie,” he says sincerely. He slides his hands from Eddie’s waist to his elbows, trailing down to take both of his hands in a sure grip, and then he swivels his feet and starts slowly skating backwards across the rink, dragging Eddie along with him. “What are you doing out here by yourself?”

Eddie snorts, rolls his eyes at himself. Yes, what, indeed, he thinks, blowing a wild curl out of his face. “It’s a long story.”

Steve grins. “I have a long shift.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie drabble #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #my writing #eddie offered to take max skating because her mom is never around #only then he remember ‘oh right i don’t know how to ice skate. shit’ so he’s trying to learn before he goes with max #because she WILL mock him until the end of time if he she sees him busting his ass every twelve seconds like this #thankfully steve is there to help him learn (and be very ridiculously good looking while he does it)

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miss-celestia13 · 8 months

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Silver and Gold

Fluffy JakexMC One Shot

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On Friday, I posted Jake and MCs first real date. And after that date, they spent the night together. But I left it to the imagination as I planned to write the scene at some point. That point was today. I can’t hold onto anything to save my life, so with the fear of you getting sick of the sight of me, here it is.

Super soft, fluffy, and sweet smut. It is not explicit or graphic. The focus is on emotions and love, all the things Jake thinks and feels. It’s very different to my usual kind. I wanted to try my hand at the softer side. It’s more akin to a weird poem than smut, to be honest🤭❤️

The date that led to this - Sweeter Than Fiction

Jake

He never saw the end of the movie. Finally relaxed and settled in his own skin, they’d camped on her old, worn couch and watched some 80s horror movie. But she was very distracting. She was a warm weight pressed against his side, her head on his shoulder and hand curled into his shirt, twisting and clenching during tense or dire moments. When she looked up to gauge his reaction, his face heating as she caught him staring, he didn’t question the urge and kissed her before he could second guess it. Her little hum of contentment made him smile into it. Something akin to anticipation was heavy on her tongue as she surged up and pressed closer, her hands glided through his hair.

This kiss was different. He could sense it like a current in the air, thrumming quietly under the beat of his heart. It was leading somewhere, and he was very aware of it as a tingling sensation trickled down his spine, and he was warm all over like he’d been dipped into a hot bath. Soft breaths were shared between two lungs; the air she gave him was sweeter than any honey. Lust and passion were two different things, and he understood why now. Lust was a flimsy, impermanent, and hard-to-control thing. What was left once the lust burned away? But passion was felt to the marrow. It was a want, no, a need to love and give love in return, to feel and declare that love without words. Lust you could walk away from. But he could never walk away from this, from her.

She parted from his lips with a breathless little murmur and looked at him through hooded eyes, trust flashing in their depths as she said, “We can just go to bed, Jake. Say the words, and we’ll go to sleep.”

His chest was tight, and the nerves he thought would be present were decidedly quiet, allowing him to choose for himself for a change. He shook his head, “No, I don’t want to sleep.”

He didn’t see her grin, but he tasted it briefly as she kissed him once and got to her feet, hand held out for him to take. Sliding his hand into hers, Jake rose to his feet and let her lead the way to her bedroom. His racing heartbeat set the pace of their feet like the heavy drumming of rain beating on a window, and he thought it would deafen him if it kept going. In her room, he shut the door behind him and watched as she backed away smiling, her fingers trailing out of his to fall at her side. The dark of the room eased him enough to stride to her, lift his hands, and rest them atop her shoulders. He turned her around and gathered her hair in hand, smoothing it over her shoulder so it wouldn’t get caught in her zipper. A tremor ran through his hands as he slowly, painstakingly drew that zipper down, the sound almost violent in the silent room, and trailed a line down her bared spine with the tip of his finger to make her shiver as the dress slithered down her arms to pool at her feet.

Drawing a deep breath, he swallowed hard and shook his head, unsure how to proceed until he shut off his brain and listened to his instinct. It had not forgotten how to do this, and neither had he. He unfastened the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor to rest with her dress as she turned around and swiftly began undoing the buttons to his shirt, peppering each inch of newly bared skin with butterfly kisses. Cataloging what made her sigh and what made her tense, repeating the things that made her twitch impatiently. It took longer to undress than he remembered. They couldn’t stop touching and tasting, memorizing each new part unveiled with lips and fingers. Soon, all that stood between them was hesitation, and he was all done with that.

He cupped her face in both hands, seeing a spark catch quick and hot in her eyes before his mouth was on hers. Her arms wound around his waist, pressing flush against him; she made a slight sound of impatience that made him smile as he backed her up to the bed. Heat glittered through him as she broke away with a sly smirk and fluidly draped herself on the bed. No shame or fear marked her beloved face as she spread dimpled thighs and beckoned him over. Silver glimmered and gilded her body, soft peaks and valleys illuminated by strands of finespun moonlight seeping through the cracks in the blinds, the shadow filling in where the light couldn’t reach. And it was all for him. The thought was almost enough to knock him over.

Blanketing her body with his, he stopped worrying about doing things right and started doing what they needed. Heat, glorious heat, was a song in his blood, and he had never heard it’s like. Electricity zinged through his veins as he coaxed gentle moans and murmured sweet nothings that made her grasp at his shoulders. All he could do was hold on as she pulled him inside her body and locked her legs around his waist, overwhelmed and utterly entranced at how perfectly she fit him and he her. Each caress ignited a storm of sensation, heat, want, and love and an incandescent glow brought forth by the scrape of her nails down his back.

Love might be a flame, but he burned brighter than wildfire as she came alive under his touch. Shifting, sweat-slick bodies, moving and tangling together and clinging desperately, every touch and reaction a question and an answer he hadn’t known was missing. Skin to skin, sharing all of himself as she gave all of her in return, trusting each other with the parts of themselves they hid from everyone else, and he couldn’t look away from her eyes. Seeing everything he felt reflected back in that cherished gaze and the words they’d only said in a message spilled free of his teeth.

“I love you, all of you. Tell me what you need, and I’ll give it to you. I’ll give you everything. I want to make you happy.”

She arched as he moved within her, sealing his words with a starving kiss as she shuddered beneath him. He could feel her desire and how deeply his words affected her with every shift of her hips or soothing touch of her hands on his back. When he let her breathe, she wasn’t content to let him believe even for a second that he couldn’t make her happy.

“You already do. Every day. I just need you…I love you too.”

“You have me. You always did.”

More silver lined her wonderful eyes; he felt like he could sink inside and drown in them as she pulled him down to drink from his mouth. Time had long been his enemy; he never seemed to have enough of it, and when he did, he could never trust it. Not now. Time didn’t matter; it spooled out endlessly like someone unraveled a skein of wool, and every languorous movement seemed to last an eternity as he committed the feel and taste of her to memory. Pleasure cascaded through him, electrifying, and beautiful as it burned away the last of his doubts and filled him with unwavering gratitude for making it through hell to experience heaven. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so deeply moved by another person, like part of him had shifted irrevocably, and now she had made a home there. He never wanted her out.

Gasping airy breaths, clutching hands, and shaking legs, they fell together. Not with a scream or shout. But with a whisper of relief and joy that echoed in his ears long after it faded. Her soft purrs and contented hums as he buried his face in her neck to anchor himself with the fragrance of her skin were all he wanted to hear from her. His scent had blended with hers, a perfume of musk and salt, sweet and spicy, that he drew into his lungs to steady his pounding heart. He could feel every beat of hers, as wild and frantic as his, and smiled as he counted them to calm himself. He didn’t know what to say when he finally lifted his head, roused by her carding her hands through his hair. His tongue felt heavy and useless, but she shook her head before he could get annoyed with himself.

“Shh. No brooding. Not tonight. Just hold me until I sleep.” She whispered, smoothing the crease between his brows away with the pad of her thumb.

Nodding as she unlocked her legs around his hips, he rolled onto his back, dragging her with him and settling her over his chest. Her leg crossed his thigh, and she flung her arm around his waist as she nuzzled into his shoulder. Unable to stop himself, he lifted her chin with his index finger and kissed her so gently she trembled. She was like a rainstorm contained in human skin, and his house of cards had tumbled down the moment she arrived in his life. Shaking him out of a false life and bringing him into a true one. Neither had known then what they’d come to mean to each other, but he’d always known she was different. No one had ever held him so enthralled before her, and now he was glad of her obstinate refusal to let him run the show on his terms. Hated it at the time, but he saw how empty he had been then. Now, he was so full of her and the life they wanted to create together that there was no space for emptiness.

As she fell asleep, he thanked whatever force had guided her to him and promised to never take her for granted. She was it for him. He hadn’t even been looking for her and wouldn’t have known what to look for if he tried, but he was grateful all the same. Humans were fashioned for love. He thought himself immune to or above it. But he was still human no matter how hard he tried to switch it off, and it was both a gift and a curse to know love. For once it’s gone, how did one go on? But if it stayed… that was even more frightening to think of, but it excited him more.

He couldn’t wait to see what became of them as they grew older and their love with them. It already felt impossible to contain. The future only looked golden to him as sleep lured him under, and his last thought wasn’t one of frustration or disappointment. He’d felt it for a while but now knew it to be true. He found his home. Home wasn’t a place; it was her, and he silently vowed to always protect it as he slipped into a dreamless sleep.

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Thank you for reading! And if you like, comment or reblog, thank you for that too. I appreciate it more than you know. I hope you enjoyed your time reading my wordy attempt at a softer smut scene 🥰❤️

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bibislutmarvel · 1 year

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Who Did This To You? Dark Ending

I'm going to ruin part one for you, you're welcome ;)

Here's your final warning! This part contains dub-con/non-con at the end, so you can avoid if you'd like.

18+ only, MDNI.

There is also a happy ending version to this story! You can check out the link below xx

Part 1 // Alternative Fluffy Ending // Read on Ao3

It wasn't an easy thing, doing what Loki did. He didn't like seeing the hurt in your eyes or the way you shook with fear. But you weren't seeing clearly on your own, so he would have to make you.

Loki couldn't remember when it had started, it had happened so naturally.

He had always admired your spirit, your wildness and your sweetness, your biting tongue. You looked at him differently to Thor. Most people wouldn't have noticed how the smiles you gave Loki were always brighter, how easy it was between you.

And sure you would both argue and lash out, but that's what made you special. You saw Loki for who he really was, and you loved him.

You loved Loki as more than a friend, he knew, you just hadn't realised it yet.

He would help you realise.

He loved you too, and he was tired of waiting on the sidelines. Your mothers had always noticed your closeness, and they were wise women. Loki couldn't understand why you always dismissed their comments.

He'd planned to ease you into it.

One afternoon as you'd been riding, he'd raced ahead to a secluded lake. You'd followed, of course, laughing as you caught up with him.

"It's not a fair race if you just charge ahead without warning!"

Your laugh fizzled as you took in the sunlight dancing through the trees, the soft mossy stones around the shimmering pool of water.

"Oh."

Loki had said nothing, dismounting from his horse and coming over to you, lifting you down. His hands lingered a breath too long on your waist.

You didn't notice, already toeing off your boots and rolling down your stockings, your bare legs peeking out from under your skirt. You dipped your feet into the water, titling your head up to the sky and breathing in the sunlight.

Loki hovered behind you, taking in your beauty. You squinted back at him. "Why are you just standing there?"

"You look exquisite, darling."

You snorted, laughing him off and turning away. "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not." Loki took a step closer to you.

You watched him from the corner of your eye before swooping your hand down into the water and splashing it at him. He turned away with a chuckle and you laughed with him, your hand covering your mouth as water dripped from your fingers onto your chest, the droplets glistening as they pooled between your breasts.

You stepped back onto the river bank and dried your toes on the grass. "We should head back."

"I thought we could stop and eat."

You bent down to pull your stockings back on. "I can't. Mother wants me back early so we can look through my summer wardrobe before dinner."

"Can your fashion show not wait until tomorrow?" Loki rolled his eyes.

"Not unless you want me to miss the medal ceremony tomorrow."

Loki scoffed. "We've both seen my brother receive plenty of medals. One won't go amiss."

"I'm not arguing about this Loki." You said, slipping on your boots. "Come on, let's go."

His next opportunity had gone similarly.

Loki had been summoned to Thor's chambers late one evening, and arrived to the sound of raucous laughter.

"Brother!" Thor had stood quickly, his tankard spilling over onto the floor.

You smiled brightly at Loki and stood, dipping into an absurdly low curtsey. "My Prince!"

Loki caught you before you stumbled over, smirking. "Have you gotten the Lady drunk, brother?" He didn't look away from your bright eyes as he addressed Thor.

"Join us!" You held on tight to Loki's arm, pulling him down onto the couch. You poured him a goblet of wine.

He couldn't say no to you. Not when you were smiling so happily at him.

Loki’s anticipation grew all night as you drank, poking at him and laughing the hours away. He wanted to touch you so badly, to pull you away from Thor and kiss you.

But by the time you had all slowed down, you were far too drunk to confess your love.

He had concealed you both as you walked back to your rooms, and you gripped his hand tightly as you said good night. "You can be a lot of fun sometimes, Loki."

You were gazing up at him so warmly, it was all he could do not to pull you into his arms. "I can be any kind of fun you'd like, darling." He said lowly.

You'd smacked his chest and laughed. "Don't be obscene."

The final straw had been just before Loki had left for their most recent battle.

He'd entered the library just as your mother was leaving.

"It's not as if I'm old, mother!"

"Well you're certainly not getting any younger!" Your mother whisper-shouted. "One of these days the Queen will marry off her sons and your prospects will wither very quickly!"

When Loki turned into your alcove you were frowning at the fireplace. "Don't be nosy, Loki."

He said nothing, sitting opposite you and crossing his ankles.

"And don't be quiet either. It's unnerving."

He held his hands up in surrender. "I look forward your's and Thor's wedding invitation."

You threw a book at him and he caught it. "I'm not in the mood."

"Would being a Princess really be so awful, Y/N?"

"Would being less of an arse really be so difficult, your highness?"

"Watch your mouth, darling."

You frowned, but didn't apologise.

He would show you what you were missing whilst you were refusing to acknowledge your feelings. He would treat you like a princess. But first, you needed to realise what you wanted.

He would help you.

—-

The guards had been reluctant at first, but were quick to be won over by Loki's generous offer.

He had concealed himself as they waited, talking it over.

"Sounds too good to be true, doesn't it?" Erik had clapped his friend on the shoulder. "We get to fuck a Lady of the Court, and get paid for it." He shook his head in amazement.

"We should flip for who gets to take her first."

Loki was disgusted by these weak, little men. But he wouldn't let you get hurt, not truly. He was doing this for your benefit, after all. It would all work out for you in the end, when you finally got the love you deserved.

It broke his heart to see your frantic struggling, your tear-stained face as you shook with fear between these men. He would kill them for touching you anyway, but when he saw them press the blade to your skin he almost killed them right then and there.

But you were strong, and you were feisty, and once Loki had distracted them you were quick to get away.

It was hard for him to let you out of his arms, but he knew he needed to be patient as you bathed and slept. He knew you needed just a little while longer to give into your need for him.

Loki had hoped you wouldn't find out about the guards' deaths so soon, and it was hard to compose himself when you were so small in front of him.

"No one will ever hurt you again, my love."

He meant every word.

—--

My love.

The endearment lingered in your mind as you struggled to eat. You felt sick from the night before, and you were full of a new kind of nervousness. Loki had never called you that before, and why would he? You were nothing but a sarcastic ‘darling’ to him.

Things between you had changed quickly, but you knew it would feel easier if you could stop your racing thoughts for just a moment.

The Prince was no help to your predicament. He had buttered your toast for you, for God’s sake. Since when had he ever buttered your toast?

Perhaps it shouldn’t have been as irritating as it was. It was a nice gesture, one that warmed your heart and spurred on the butterflies you had felt as you lay on his chest the night before. But you shouldn’t be having butterflies, should you? This was Loki. You may have had your fair share of sweet moments, but you’d had more than your fair share of bickering and teasing and winding each other up.

Your brother had come to the palace for the summer, on a break from school. Thor had been doing his best to make him feel welcome in your gang, and Loki… Well he was being Loki.

He didn’t like not having your attention.

Thor and Aksel had been gathering wood for a mini bonfire, and trying to show off who could lift the heaviest logs. You were pretty sure Thor was letting Aksel win.

As you were distracted watching Thor and Aksel trying to throw logs further than each other and cheering them on, a snake slithered its way across the grass to you, and you screamed, rushing to your feet.

“Loki!”

The Prince simply laughed, lounging back on the blanket as the snake wound its way up Aksel’s leg. Your brother yelled, kicking it off until it fizzled away in a green shimmer.

“What the hell, Loki?” You kicked him in the leg.

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t be such a spoilsport. It’s only a bit of fun. And don’t kick me either.” He kicked you back.

You reached down and tried to push him over, but he batted you away. Not deterred, you crouched down to get closer, but he knocked against your leg and you fell back on your bum. You huffed, reaching out a leg to kick him again.

“Don’t kick me!” Loki got up onto his knees and pushed you down.

“Well you shouldn’t use magic to scare people!”

You grappled with him, pinching him in the ribs until he yelled in pain and you got leverage to push him over. You sat on top of him, jabbing him in the chest.

Thor and Aksel watched as you bickered and fought, the latter more concerned than his Prince.

“Are they always like this?”

You felt like you should be as stubborn as you always were and smack his hand away from your toast, and it was a tad unnerving that instead you felt yourself fighting off a blush.��

He’d suggested a walk in the gardens as the weather was so nice. At least in public you could keep your distance.

It was just your luck that you found them practically empty.

You walked with Loki in silence for a while, trailing your fingers along the flowers and leaves. It was only when Loki stopped beneath a tree that you realised you hadn’t seen anyone else in a while. He tugged your arm and you looked back.

His gaze was intense as he pulled you to him slowly. You held your breath as you moved into his space, your hands coming up against his chest as you breathed in the earthy scent of him. His body was warm and solid beneath your touch.

His eyes held yours as he lifted a hand to touch your face, the other wrapping around your waist. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch, closing your eyes as your heart raced. “Loki..I-”

“I know,” he said quietly, “But I know you feel it too.”

You turned away out of his touch. This was going too quickly, wasn’t it? Too much, too fast, too intimate. “I don’t know-”

His grip tightened on your waist, and he tilted your head back towards him. “I know, I know. It’s new and it's different, but we can take it slow,” he whispered, “I don’t want to lose this, darling.” His eyes flashed quickly with something, but then he was smiling. “We’ll take it slow.”

You found his words surprisingly reassuring. This was new to him too, and yet he could still feel what you felt, this newfound need to be closer.

You touched his wrist lightly, nudging his hand away from your face. “Okay. We’ll take it slow.” You pulled out of his arms, but came beside him and placed your hand in the crook of his elbow. He looked down at you with a warm smile and your heart skipped a beat. You could get used to that.

The next week followed quicker than you thought possible. It had only been five days when Thor pulled you to the side of a ball.

“Take a walk with me, Y/N. I’d rather be out of earshot when Syf tells the new ambassador all about our next excursion.” He grimaced and winked at you, gesturing to the doors out onto the patio.

You glanced briefly at where Loki was standing talking to the Queen, and then followed Thor outside. The cool summer breeze was refreshing and you sipped your wine as Thor leant against the railing.

“It seems I’ve lost my chance, Y/N. My brother has already won your affections.” He smirked at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He hasn’t won anything. You know I love you both.”

Thor hummed. “Something has changed between the two of you.”

Loki had found the way back to that beautiful clearing from before, and this time you’d brought a picnic.

He lay the blanket down on the soft grass for you and you made yourself comfortable as he unpacked the food and champagne.

You poured two glasses and passed him one. “To you, my Prince.” You raised your glass.

“To me?”

“To you. You saved me.” You couldn’t hold his gaze as you spoke, looking down.

Loki put his glass down, sitting up onto his knees and taking your chin in his hand, making you look at him. “I’ll always protect you, darling.”

After you’d eaten you found yourself tired. You didn’t let yourself stop to second guess your actions as you lay down, resting your head on Loki’s lap. He threaded his hands through your hair, kneading your scalp.

“Better?”

You hummed, closing your eyes and basking in the feeling of the sunshine on your face and his fingers on your skin.

You came to stand beside Thor, gazing out into the shadowy gardens. “It’s still very new.”

“Loki’s always had a soft spot for you. We both have.” He shakes his head. “But the way he’s been looking at you this evening, I’ve never seen him look like that before.”

You swallow hard, not sure what to say.

“If he ever hurts you, Y/N-”

“He won’t. You know he wouldn’t.”

Thor sighed. “I know. But he’s still a man. We are foolish creatures.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “I know you can hold your own against him, Y/N, but I’ll always be there for you when he inevitably messes things up.”

“You underestimate him.”

“You overestimate him.”

—

You were sat on the couch in your rooms, your legs up on Loki’s lap. He was tracing light circles on your ankle as you both read. You were absorbed in your book, leaning back against the pillows.

Loki silently traced his fingertips higher up your calf, and you were too distracted to notice. It wasn’t until Loki gently lifted your skirts higher that you were pulled out of your daze, and you looked at him over your book. You nudged him with your other foot. “Oi. Watch how high you’re going, your highness.”

He put his book down, holding your gaze as he trailed his hand higher, until his fingers grazed your knee. You shivered, squeezing your thighs together to stop his hand going higher. “Loki…”

He moved quickly, keeping his hand on your knee, your skirts lifted, as he crawled over you. He propped himself up above you, his face inches away from yours.

Your heart felt like it would beat out of your chest. Loki’s eyes were dark with lust as he held your gaze. His fingers trailed ever so slightly higher. “My love…” he murmured, leaning in close. You turned your head away, his lips touching your neck.

He growled as he breathed you in, his grip tightening on your thigh. You gasped, grabbing his shoulders and pushing him away.

He stood quickly, his back to you, his shoulders heaving. You pulled down your skirt, sitting up properly. “Loki?”

“Patient. So fucking patient.” He seethed.

Your heart beat rapidly in your chest, your stomach twisting in knots. You didn’t say anything.

“I feel as if I might go mad, Y/N. Do you understand what you’re doing to me?” He turned back to you, his fists clenched.

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

“It's fine.” He uncurled his fists. “It’s fine.” He sighed. “I can be patient, darling.”

You didn’t know why you were so scared for things to go further. Maybe it was the finality of it. Loki was your friend, and once you crossed that line, there was no going back. You didn’t want to upset him, either way.

You stood, walking over to him and taking his hand. “Are you sure you want this?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

You couldn’t imagine the whirlwind of emotions Loki had been through. You felt dizzy from how quickly things had changed, and he was already a step ahead of you.

You’d always been competitive. You weren’t going to be the one to back down now.

You came closer to him, placing your hand on his cheek. He was just as handsome as ever, and for once you let yourself linger on it. His cool green eyes, his sharp jaw, his dark hair, his soft lips…

You lifted onto your toes, closing your eyes as you leaned in. He met you halfway. The kiss was warm, and firm and…electrifying. You were melting into it as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. You gasped into his mouth and he groaned, kissing you hungrily. A moment longer, and you pulled away to catch your breath, your cheeks hot. You looked at each other, flustered, and giggled.

Loki chuckled with you, squeezing your waist. “Not bad, darling.”

“Not bad yourself.”

—

Things had been going too well. Of course they had.

Loki couldn't get enough of you. It was like there was a countdown on how long he could go without touching you.

He pulled you into an alcove on your way to the library, just to press you against the wall and kiss you hard. He pinned you there with his body and took his time tasting you. When he finally let go, you were both out of breath. “I’ll walk you down.”

He blocked the door when it was time for you to take tea with your mother, pulling you in by your waist and pressing his lips against yours. You found your annoyance draining when he was pulling your hair and kissing you hotly. It was like he was a drug, and the second you were offered a taste you couldn’t get enough. Your heart hammered anytime he touched you.

By the time you’d managed to make it to tea your lips were red and puffy, and you barely remembered to straighten your dress before your mother saw you.

You stood over Loki, arms crossed. “It’s late.”

He pulled your arms away from your chest and pulled you down onto his lap. “I’m a night owl,” he murmured into your neck.

“I’m tired, Loki.”

“You can sleep here.”

He was so hard to resist. It was another twenty minutes before he left.

You were soon to be smitten, you were sure, but Loki was Loki, and you were you. It was only a matter of time before you butted heads.

Your brother had arrived at the palace as a surprise for your birthday. You were just smiling at Loki from down the hallway when you heard footsteps and felt a pinch at your waist. You jumped with a gasp, turning to see Aksel and pulling him in for a hug as you squealed.

“Brother!” You smiled. “It’s been so long!”

“It really has,” he agreed.

You hugged him again, beyond ecstatic. The last time you had seen him had been at your coming of age.

“I’m here for your birthday, Y/N. My boy is old enough now that I don’t have to worry about leaving his mother, so I thought I’d come down as a surprise.”

“Oh, how are they?” You linked your arm in his, immediately thinking of your sister and nephew. “I need to come down now they are well. I’ve yet to-”

Loki cleared his throat behind you. “Aksel. It’s been too long.”

“Your highness.” Your brother bowed. His years away from the palace at a prestigious school meant her was nowhere near as close to the princes as you were.

You watched as Loki’s gaze flicked down to your joined arms. “How have you been? I imagine you must be tired from travelling.”

“It is what it is.” Your brother chuckled. “I’m just happy to see everyone again.”

“Still.” Loki looked up at your brother, his gaze dark, “You should rest. Best to catch up when you’ve got a clear head.”

You glared at Loki as your brother smiled awkwardly. “You’re probably right, your highness.” Aksel kissed your cheek. “We’ll talk later, Y/N.”

And with that, Loki had driven him away. You glared at him before marching off.

“Where are you going?” Loki’s long legs kept up with you easily.

“Away from you, you arse.” You kept your gaze firmly ahead.

“What have I done?” He scoffs.

“What have you done?!” You struggled to keep your voice lower than a scream.

“Yes, what have I done that has upset you so?” His hand reached out to touch your arm.

You stopped, glancing around to check that you were alone. Then you shoved him hard in the chest. “What is wrong with you!” You shoved him again. “That is my brother you sent away. My brother, whom I have not seen in years!”

Loki grabbed your wrists to hold you still. “You’re overreacting.”

“I’m overreacting? You’re the one who, what? Was jealous of my brother?” You pulled your arms away. “You’re a rude, entitled, jealous little boy!”

“Darling, I-”

“Give me some space, Loki, please.”

—

You’d managed to catch up with Aksel after dinner, and he had wished you a happy birthday the morning after.

By the time Loki came to your chambers that afternoon, you’d forgotten your anger.

“I’ve got a surprise for you.”

You giggled, pulling him along and sitting him down on the couch. “Give it to me!”

“So impatient, darling,” Loki tsked, but revealed the gifts anyway. A large ornate trunk sat in front of you, a smaller velvet box beside it. You opened the trunk first, pulling out one of the most gorgeous gowns you’d ever seen.

It was a deep forest green satin, with the bodice embroidered with tiny green jewels, a sweetheart neckline and off the shoulder bishop sleeves. It was elegant, luxurious, and beautiful.

“Oh, Loki!” You gasped, turning to him. You saw that he had changed his clothes; he was now wearing a suit that matched the dress perfectly.

Your stomach dropped. He wanted to announce it tonight.

The dress dropped from your grasp. “I can’t.”

“You can.” He took your hands in his. “I don’t want to keep us a secret anymore.”

You pulled away. “It’s only been a few weeks, Loki.” You bit your lip. “I’m not ready.”

“You love me, don’t you?”

You stammered, your stomach dropping. You hadn’t stopped to think about it.

“I love you.” Loki said quietly. “Let me show everyone how much I love you.”

It felt off. It was too quick. You’d always been scared of marriage, and announcing your courting of one of the Princes? There was only one thing that the future held if you did that.

Loki took your face in his hands, kissing your forehead. “Don’t worry about it darling. I’ve always got you.”

—

Loki had left an hour ago already. You needed to summon your maids and get ready, but you couldn’t move from the edge of the bed. You’d been staring at the dress for what felt like weeks.

You didn’t know what to do; you needed advice. Thor wasn’t particularly known for his good advice, but he was the only other person who knew about you and Loki.

Thor it was.

You hurried to his quarters, aware of the time. He was going to walk you down to dinner as he always did, so hopefully he would be there. The guards knew this too, as they let you pass without asking.

When you entered his chambers, however, it wasn’t Thor’s voice that greeted you.

“Well, she’ll have to.”

It was Loki.

“Is that so? Since when have you ever known Y/N to do as she was meant to.” There was a pause. “You’ll have to stir in your angst a little longer, brother. I’ll be the first to see her decision.”

“I should be the one walking her down. She’s mine now.”

Thor let out a loud laugh. “More fool you if you think she’ll ever be owned, Loki.”

You couldn’t listen to a moment more of their bickering. You fled back to your rooms. Thor was right, Loki could sod right off if he thought he could boss you about.

You slammed the lid to the trunk shut, kicking it away. What an arrogant son of a bitch. If he thought he suddenly owned you, he was wrong. He didn’t have some kind of claim on you. You’d been foolish to entertain this blissful, touch-starved coupling. This was Loki. He was an arse.

You paced as you seethed, until your eyes landed on the long velvet box that Loki had brought. You hadn’t opened it yet.

You lifted it up to the candlelight. Inside was a necklace worth more than your entire dowry. Three strings of pearls made a choker, which in the centre shone a large teardrop white diamond, with two smaller, more ornate white diamonds strung beneath it. It was breathtaking.

Just because Loki was an arse, it didn’t mean you had to discard both of his gifts, did it?

—

Thor had greeted you cheerily, praising your beauty before walking you down. The banquet was as incredible as always, but you found yourself struggling to ignore the God beside you.

Loki leant to whisper in your ear, “That necklace looks devine on you, darling.”

You lifted your cup to your lips, ignoring him. You could feel his gaze on you, burning your skin. It was too warm.

Loki waved a servant over to fill your goblet, raising his own to his lips. When the servant moved away, he was quick to press into your personal space as he put down his cup. “What have I done to earn your scorn, my love?”

You grit your teeth, trying to contain your anger. You pushed back your chair and grabbed your glass of wine, storming away as well as you could in a floor length gown and heavy jewels.

Your mother caught you as you walked towards the doors into the garden, tears in her eyes. She pulled you into a tight hug and held on for a long moment. “Oh, my darling girl!”

She pulled back and held your hand tightly, smiling. “I know I always said this would happen, but I am so happy for you, my little girl.” She lifted her other hand to touch your necklace. “It looks so beautiful on you.”

“May I steal your daughter, Lady L/N?” The Queen appeared at your mother’s shoulder. You turned your confused gaze and dipped into a curtsey.

“Of course, of course!” Your mother beamed.

Queen Frigga smiled at you, gesturing towards the doors. “Come. Take the air with me, Lady Y/N.”

You followed the Queen silently, your head reeling. Why in the world was your mother so emotional? She normally kept her calm so easily.

The Queen looked over the dark gardens as you waited for her to speak.

“One of my maids informed me yesterday that one of my necklaces had been taken.” She looked over at you. “Now I see where it went. Loki has always been sentimental.”

You touched the necklace gently, your heart racing as you bowed your head. “My apologies, your Majesty. I had no idea-”

Frigga smiled softly, tilting your chin up. “It’s quite alright. It needed an excuse to be worn again.”

“Really? It’s so beautiful, I can’t imagine why you wouldn’t wear it.”

“It is, isn’t it? The King gave it to me as an engagement gift.” She smiled fondly. “Perhaps you will have a daughter who can wear it for hers.”

Your stomach dropped like a lead weight. “Excuse me?”

“I don’t suppose you’ve had time to think about it, but I think a spring wedding would be wonderful. Just enough time for it too.”

You were going to kill him. You were going to smack him right in his smug face. That sneaky,manipulative bastard.

You didn’t look at the Queen, your vision blurry as you turned back to the palace. “Please excuse me, your Majesty.”

You walked away quickly, lifting your goblet to your lips and swallowing the burn from the liquid as you downed it in its entirety. Dizziness washed over you briefly, but you pushed past it.

You wondered what you looked like, gaze staring off into the distance as you swept through the banquet hall and up through the Palace. Loki’s voice called for you as your fingers touched the doorknob to your rooms.

You stormed through, your fingers fiddling with the clasp on the necklace. Loki followed you in, shutting the door as you pulled it from your neck. You kept going through the room, into your bed chamber, throwing it onto the floor.

The second it had gone from your grasp you rounded quickly on Loki, your palm connecting with his cheek with a satisfying CRACK.

“You do not own me!” You screamed.

You panted as you watched him watch you, his eyes dark and stormy.

“I will soon,” he said lowly.

Your head felt heavy as you shook it, feeling unsteady on your feet. “I can’t do it, Loki.”

“Yes you can.” He came towards you and you backed away, but stumbled. He caught you and pulled you flush against him. “I’ll be so good to you, my love.”

You could barely hear him, your head fuzzy. “I don’t- I can’t-”

He hummed. “Yes, I should have probably stopped you when I realised that you had taken my goblet.” He lowered his voice. “But I wanted to see what would happen.”

His breath whispered against your lips and you closed your eyes, leaning against him for support. He kissed you gently, and you moaned, trying to push him away. You couldn’t do this anymore.

But he only kissed you harder, pulling your hair.

“Let me be good to you.” He groaned, walking you backwards towards the bed.

You only realised what was happening when the back of your legs hit the bed and you fell backwards. Your heart raced frantically. Loki had never done more than kiss you.

Your eyes flung open and you tried to sit up, but Loki drove his knee between your thighs, keeping you there. “Loki..I don't-”

He ripped your dress open and you gasped, watching as he magicked his dagger and cut open your corset. He pressed his lips to your neck, nipping lightly as he positioned himself over your body, which was now only covered by a thin underdress.

He shushed you, pecking along your jawline. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He kissed you hard. “Let yourself go.”

Loki was warm and solid on top of you, his lips burning into you as your nipples hardened. He pushed one large hand under your dress, groping your thighs. It was too much, all at once.

You moaned in shock as he slipped a finger through your folds.

“That’s it,” Loki cooed, pressing his face into your neck as you squirmed. He rubbed your clit gently and you couldn’t help but buck under his touch.

You couldn’t think straight, your anger subsiding as your body gave in to your wants, head still dizzy from the godly liquor. But still, once this was done, it couldn’t be undone. You couldn’t un-give yourself to him.

He pushed his fingers further in, until one edged inside of you. You gripped his arm tightly, trying to push it away as he groaned. “So wet, darling.”

Loki fingered you, your body tense at the unfamiliar feeling. He kept going as you began to moan, his other hand squeezing your breast. “Good girl.”

The words did something to you and you gasped, writhing against his hand. He covered his mouth with yours, kissing you hotly. It was so much, he was everywhere, so much bigger than you, you were so completely at his mercy. There was no stopping this.

Loki growled, lifting himself up on his knees, and magicking away both of your clothes. You tried to cover yourself, taking in his very large, very hard, cock.

“I can’t do this.” Tears pricked at your eyes, overwhelmed with what was about to happen. He was so big.

“Yes you can, my love. I’ve got you.” Loki positioned himself between your legs and rubbed the angry red tip of his cock against your folds, moaning at the sight. He brought his hand back to your heat, pushing two fingers in this time. You grabbed his wrist, to push it away or just to hold onto something, you didn’t know.

His other hand grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he held himself above you, taking in the sight of his fingers fucking you, your breasts. “You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, pressing his forehead against yours. You moaned loudly as his fingers speed up, the sound of your wet cunt filling your ears. “That’s it, good girl.”

He removed his fingers, spreading your juices on his cock and then pushing it through your folds.

“Loki..”

“It’s okay, my love.” He whispered, holding your gaze as he slowly pushed his cock into you. He stretched you, the pain mixing with your pleasure.

He slowly built up the pace, rocking into you as he bit your neck, his breath in your ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, my darling.”

The words sent a shock of pleasure through you as you adjusted to his size, his thrusts coming faster. You moaned, pulling him against you and knotting your hands in his hair as he fucked you.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

His praise, his hips snapping hard against yours, the feeling of him pressed against you from tip to toe, it was all building, and building, and building.

Your moans grew louder as your back arched, your pleasure reaching a peak.

And then the bastard slowed down.

“Not yet, darling.” Loki whispered, pushing himself up as he slowed his pace. You fell back from the edge, whining.

He rubbed your clit as he fucked you, increasing his pace for a few moments and watching as your eyes rolled back in your head. “Good girl.”

You keened at his praise, all your muscles tensing for release, before he slowed down again. He leant down until his face was inches away, looking at your lips as he spoke: “You can cum when you ask nicely.”

You glared at him, digging your nails into his skin. But he just thrust slow and hard, and you had to squeeze your eyes shut. You moaned and he lifted back up, rubbing your clit again. You arched your back and he drank you in, lost to him.

“Tell me how badly you need to cum, darling.” His thrusts sped up once again, his fingers digging into your hips.

You couldn’t think, at all. The only thing in your mind was a need for release, a need to come undone in his arms. “Please…”

“Please what, sweetheart,” Loki grunted as he fucked you, hard, fast.

“Please can I cum?” You cried. It was right there, right there, right there-

“Cum for me, my love.”

You fell over the edge with a scream, digging your nails into his arms, as you convulsed. He took you through it, not slowing down.

“That’s it, darling, you’re squeezing me so hard.”

Loki fell down over you, putting his arms under your shoulders as you gripped onto his back. You felt like he would break you, his hips snapping against yours. It was too much… too much… too sensitive…too hard…too much-

Oh, god. You were going to cum again. Loki could feel it too.

“My perfect girl, you’re going to make me cum.”

You were lost in the feeling, unable to think a single thought as you began to beg. “Please… please… please…”

Loki came with an animalistic growl, at the same moment you came undone a second time, his hand behind your head as he pressed you to him.

You shook in his arms and he shushed you. “It’s okay. I’ve got you. You did such a good job, my love.”

Tears leaked from your eyes onto the mattress underneath you, and you whimpered as Loki pulled out. He kissed you on the forehead.

“I’ll go and run us a bath.”

You didn’t move as he left, listening to the running water. He came back and lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom. He lowered you into the large tub, stepping in and positioning himself behind you, so that you were between his legs. The hot water felt suffocating as it sunk its way into your tired muscles.

Loki moved your hair away from your neck, kissing your skin gently and sending a shiver up your spine.

“I will make you fall apart every night darling, so that you can come back together in my arms,” he whispered.

“I am yours and you are mine. I’m never letting you go again, my love, I promise.”

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Make a Move (Scotty x Reader)

Fluff.

After a month and a half of yearning yet shying away from her feelings, Scotty was going to make her move on you.

She was grateful that her Black Women from the Caribbean class ended a few minutes earlier. Not wanting to waste any time, she packed her things and filed out of the classroom.

You were on the floor above her and your class finished at the same time hers usually did: 3:50.

After easing up the staircase, Scotty settled by the window that was positioned at the far left of the hallway. In two minutes, you would walk out room 307.

Scotty used the time (and fresh cool air) to relax and remind herself of why she was doing this in the first place. However, none of that stopped her heart from racing. A glance at her phone revealed that it was 3:50.

Here I go, Scotty thought. Upon looking up, she noticed exchange student Shuri Udaku waiting by the door to 307. She shrugged it off until she noticed you go to Shuri. Big smiles were on your faces. Shuri even took your bag from you so she could hold it instead.

Scotty felt her heart breaking as you and the princess walked down the hall together. Since you were coming towards Scotty’s direction, the two of you locked eyes.

She quickly broke eye contact and reversed, hurrying down that same staircase. She didn’t stop walking until she reached her co-ed room that was in the other building.

“Did you run here?” Her roommate and friend Brendan asked, noting her shallow breaths upon her arrival.

Scotty shook her head and hung up her denim jacket.

“Okay…did you do it?”

Again, Scotty was silent. She tossed her book bag onto the small couch before sitting down and turning on the TV. The scowl on her features was a front for the sadness.

“I take it you did and it didn’t go well,” Brendan said.

“It didn’t.”

“She said no?” Brendan sat down beside her, visibly surprised.

Keeping her eyes on the TV she answered, “No. Some girl was already waiting for her.”

“Who was it?”

“Shuri.”

“The Wakandan?”

Scotty curtly nodded.

“Yikes,” he muttered, causing Scotty to look at him. He rubbed his jaw with his thumb. “It’s just, a lot of girls on campus have it bad for her.”

Scotty continued to sulk ahead. Were you one of those girls?

“Is she a player?” Brendan asked earning a careless shrug.

“I would’t know.”

“I can find out.” He smiled and opened his laptop on the coffee table and took out his phone. While he prepped to do some internet stalking, Scotty ordered food for them.

“Damn, her shit is carefully curated,” Brendan said earning a snort from his roommate. “I mean she is a princess, so I guess it makes sense.”

Scotty looked at her friend again. “I really don’t care to talk about her.”

He nodded in understanding. “All good, don’t worry about it. Wanna help me study until the food gets here?”

“Sure.”

She held up flash cards for him until there was a knock. Scotty checked her phone. “It doesn’t say the food is ready…”

Brendan glanced at her thoughtfully and went to answer the door. His eyebrows lifted at the sight of you. “Hello.”

“Hey,” You greeted with a friendly smile. “Is Scotty here?”

He gave a closed-mouth smile and stepped aside. “Come in.”

Scotty, who had overheard the exchange, was on her feet, as if she’d planned to leave the room.

“Hey Scotty, can we talk?” You breathed out optimistically.

“I’ll be in my room,” Brendan spoke, taking his leave.

You watched as Scotty glared after him. She sat back down. Catching the view of one of Shuri’s social media profiles on Brendan’s laptop, she quickly closed it.

You carefully approached and sat adjacent to her. “So how are you?”

She glanced at you, but mainly peered at the TV. “Okay.”

“I saw you earlier in the hall, but I don’t think you heard me.”

“Oh, probably not.”

“Scotty, are you mad at me?”

“No, why would you think that?” She furled an eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, you’re just acting weird, not like my usual Scotty…”

“Like how?”

“You seem like you don’t want me here. I mean, I can go…but I’d rather know what I did and how to fix it.”

Scotty gazed at you in contemplation.

“Please tell me?”

There was something about you begging that encouraged Scotty. “I, um, wanted to ask you something today, but I saw you with another girl.” She played with her fingers.

“Who, Shuri?” She nodded slowly in the affirmative. “Aw, Scotty, that didn’t mean you couldn’t talk to me.”

“You looked busy.”

“I’m never too busy for you.”

Scotty blushed. This wasn’t the first time you had told her that and it never ceased to fill her with butterflies.

“What were you gonna ask me?” You asked with soft eyes. You watched as she looked at her lap.

“Um…it’s…well…”

She sighed in relief when there was a knock and “Uber eats” announcement at the door. “Sorry, that’s my food.” She stood a bit too eagerly.

You patiently waited. Scotty called out Brendan’s name to let him know the food was there. Once he grabbed his order and a can of grape soda, he was again out of sight.

“Would you like me to get you something?” Scotty offered you, making you inwardly swoon.

“No, it’s okay. I ate before I came.”

“Well, if you change your mind…”

You smiled. “Thank you, baby.” You delighted in Scotty blushing again and the small grin playing on her lips. “Yeah, so, I hope you know I’m not letting you off the hook…”

Scotty chuckled and it was nice to see and hear. She returned to her seat, placing her food on the coffee table. She toyed with the hem of her flannel shirt. “I was going to ask you out.”

She closed her eyes, wishing to disappear because of the silence.

“Like on a date? Or…to be your girlfriend?”

“Both.” Scotty spared a look at you for your reaction. She found you staring at her deeply. Was that a good sign?

You touched her thigh and felt her tense. “Do you still want to ask me?”

There was a hint of a smile as she looked away. “It depends…are you seeing anyone?” She now looked stressed.

“No. Shuri is just a friend.”

Her eyes were on you again, unconvinced.

You shook your head and reached for her hand this time. “I promise we’re just friends, Scotty. She knows I’m already interested in someone.”

“W-Who are you interested in?”

“Take a wild guess.”

Scotty’s quizzical smile was adorable. Before she could speak, you pulled her into a soft kiss. You let your lips linger for a few more seconds before pulling away. “Enough said,” You whispered.

Am I dreaming? Scotty wondered. She grinned and so did you.

“Wow,” she said. It was so genuine you couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, now I’ll ask you. Do you want to go on a date with me?”

“Yes, a million times yes.”

You cheered. “Woot!”

“And then you’ll see if you wanna be my girlfriend?” Scotty asked hopefully.

You slung an arm around her, speaking lowly into her ear. “To be honest, I already like the sound of that, but let’s see how things go. I’m excited as hell to go on a date with you.”

Scotty beamed. “Me too.” She hesitantly put her hands towards your hips.

“It’s fine to do that.” You held her hands there.

“Aww, how cute,” Brendan said, startling the pair of you.

#scotty banana #shuri x reader #shuri fluff #scotty fluff #scotty x reader #shuri x you #shuri x fem!reader #shuri x y/n #scotty x y/n #scotty fanfiction #scotty imagine #crossover fiction #crossover idea #alternate universe #letitia wright characters

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espinosaurusrexex · 2 years

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Moonlit Fantasies

BuckyBarnes x female!reader

In which Bucky and Y/N are pining for each other during a perfect bonfire night.

a/n: a cute little piece of fiction in which everything seems fine

word count: 1.3k

warnings: just a little pining and fluff, alcohol consumption

Y/N leaned back in her lounge chair, a cold beer in her hand and her eyes prying on the moon reflecting on the ocean’s surface. This was a picture-perfect moment. The air was nice and salty, perfectly tempered with the ocean residue still stuck on her skin, producing a tightening feeling with every movement. The music in the background played a slow-paced beat and mixed with the occasional hollering of her friends. The bonfire crackled to her left, warming her face and lighting up the few people sitting beside her. Her hair was still slightly wet from the midnight swim Thor had requested about an hour ago. And the goosebumps on her arms were a refreshing change from the scolding hot summer heat bombarding her during the daytime.

Wanda sat beside her in the sand, a bottle she was frequently sipping on in her hand as well, while telling an embarrassing story about her brother, who was off somewhere at the beach, probably challenging someone to a race. He would win. He always did.

Y/N smiled. Her eyes scanned over the space before her. The stars shone brightly over the moving water and the sand was grey in her vision, partially yellow where the light of the fire could reach. Her feet were buried in it, cold but unbothered with the grainy substance on her skin. A little to the left, almost hidden by the flames, stood the rest of her friends. Peter, Sam, Steve, and Bucky.

Bucky. The distant chatter of Tony and Bruce seeped further into the background at the thought of him.

He was soft to her. It was this weird phenomenon people couldn’t understand. Like numbers being certain colors or flavors having shapes. Bucky was soft to her even if he wasn’t. There was no good way to explain it, but every time he was occupying her thoughts, Y/n felt as though a fuzzy blanket was draped over her shoulders. He was also the color blue because he was calming to be around. Despite his past, he managed to soothe her anxiety by simply being close. He probably didn’t even know the impact he had on Y/N. How her muscles eased in his presence, making her breathing easier. Or how she was drawn to him as if he was the bright azure sky on a sunny day that just demanded to be outside, under its calming color.

Blue. That’s why she loved looking in his eyes too. They were his color. They were the serenity conveyed in her heart whenever she thought of him. She couldn’t see them from where she was sitting, but it wasn’t necessary. She knew exactly what they looked like - what they felt like gazing into hers. Like warm water engulfing her after a stressful day. She was sure there was nothing more perfect than them - than him.

Sometimes, she really wished for him to be more than just a friend to her. Someone she could be with at every moment of every day. Able to feel his arms around her body for longer than a fleeting hug before missions. To have his scent linger in her nose throughout the night, engulfed in his safe embrace and sure to wake up in the next morning. She looked at the bottle in his hand, how his fingers clasped the glass lazily, and she imagined what they would feel like in hers. Cold and firm and soft and warm. Total opposites, both attached to one big comforting man - part of him. Weapon and protection at the same time. Her heart beat faster with each second her eyes were trained on his profile.

His head turned to her as if he could feel her thoughts on him. He smiled, warmly and kind with a faint twinkle in his eyes, hardly recognizable with the distance between them. Y/N nodded her head once, lifting her bottle in a silent ‘cheers’ as a smile painted her features as well. Bucky did the same. His gaze lingered on her for a while, and then he turned back to his friends, kicking back the ball shot his way by Sam.

Y/N felt Natasha’s hand on her knee then. Caressing the skin as she sent a content look her way. She breathed in and out slowly. Everything was fine. This moment was perfect, even if the longing in her heart begged to differ. It was good the way it was. It had to be.

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Bucky took a swig of his beer, watching as the ball passed from Sam to Steve. This was a picture-perfect moment. The air was nice and salty, perfectly tempered with the ocean residue still stuck on his skin, producing a tightening feeling with every movement. The music in the background played a slow-paced beat and mixed with the occasional hollering of his friends. The bonfire crackled a few feet away, warming the blue reflections of the moon. His hair was still slightly wet from the midnight swim Thor had requested about an hour ago. And the wind sweeping through it was a refreshing change from the scolding hot summer heat bombarding him during the daytime.

Peter stood beside him eagerly, waiting for the ball to pass to him soon. Though Sam seemed to drag it out a little longer, enjoying the way the kid jumped in excitement every time it came close to him. Bucky wouldn’t lie, he kind of enjoyed it, too. Though the warning glare from Tony by the fire didn’t go unnoticed once he glanced over. He ignored him with a smirk, letting his eyes wander to the other side of the bonfire. They landed on Y/N then. And She nodded toward him once, lifting her bottle in a silent ‘cheers’ as a smile painted her features.

She was beautiful. The perfect mixture of wit and intelligence all wrapped in one. And she was kind to him. In the sea of cold shoulders and murmured remarks when he first joined the Avengers, she was the refreshing smile, relieving him of the tension in his body for just a fraction of a day. But it was more than he could have hoped for. Everything was new to him back then - overwhelming on top of that. But Y/N really helped him through. She probably didn’t even know how much of an impact she had on Bucky.

Her mere presence seemed to excite him at all times. She was like a refuge for him in the overwhelming world of new technologies and people who assumed his reputation defined who he was. Even though he worked so hard not to be just that. She was someone who reminded him of his old self. The one that felt more emotions than fear and sadness. The self he inched closer and closer towards every day because of her. He knew he would never be like him again, though. But that thought didn’t seem so scary anymore. Not when it meant that Y/N would be part of his future instead - making his heartbeat pick up as it always did for her.

Maybe he would get lucky. Maybe he’d get to hold her for real someday. Breathe in her scent for longer than a fleeting second, squeezed in a goodbye hug - touch her in ways friends never would. He would love that. Having her by his side, supporting and caring for him as only few people did. Bucky watched as her smile fell slightly. Her skin looked soft and warm, all lit up by the flickering hues of the fire, and he wanted to run his hand over it. Feel her skin beneath his, see how the goosebumps traveled up her arms and then warm her with his body.

He reluctantly turned away from her when Sam called his name. The ball rolled in his direction and with the sudden realization of contentment, he decided to kick it to Peter. It was rare that Bucky felt truly happy. But right now, with all his friends surrounding him on this calming night, he even had a little joy to spare. He breathed in and out slowly. Everything was fine. This moment was perfect, even if the longing in his heart begged to differ. It was good the way it was. It had to be.

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midnight-fellings · 1 year

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"I said if first"— Remus x fem!reader

warnings: reader being drunk.

a/n: a little drabble I thought of at 1 am, hope you like it.

you entered your apartment as carefully as your drunk moves allowed you to. you knew Remus would be sleeping on the couch: he always tried waiting awake for you to get home so he could make sure you were safe and sound even if it always ended on him failing miserably.

you walked past his laying figure on your tiptoes hoping your horrendously hurtful heels would make no noise at all successfully getting to your bedroom with no injuries after tripping multiple times.

you had your pijamas already on you as you tried and failed to get rid of your shoes that seem like a very —very— difficult puzzle for you and your drunk state, it was at this moment when you saw that tired tall man you loved entering the room.

he probably woke up thanks to his werewolf hearing and your quiet whines, or maybe it was that sixth sense that alerts him every time something is even slightly wrong with you that you swear he has.

"oh shit I woke you up?" you asked a little to loud "shhh! sorry" you told yourself whispering before laughing at the thought of you shutting yourself.

"had lots of fun, didn't ya'?" joked Remus at the notice of your state "now whats got you making all those little cries?" he questioned and you pointed down at your heels.

"can't take them off" at that he got down in one knee and you squealed "oh god rem! are going to propose right now!?"

"hmm funny girl" he said before taping his lifted knee for you to put your leg on, you fell shut while he took your shoes off of your feet, feeling an ease traveling trough all your body.

after you finally felt the cold floor against your skin and shivered, he took your hand and started leading you to the bed wanting to get you properly covered in sheets but you stopped following halfway "what's wrong?" there was worry draw over his pretty features.

"I love you, rem" you said softly looking at him carefully: expecting a good reaction. it was dark but even like that you were able to see the light on his eyes and his wide smile, it took him two seconds to come close to you and kiss you all over the face; your cheeks, nose, forehead, temples, eyelids and jaw, every kiss making you giggle more than the one before "I said it first!" you sounded as exited as if you had won a contest, a race to be exact.

he laughed "well, that ain't fair! I have been loving you since I was eleven" you blushed flustered at the mention of the big crush he had on you during school. then his face softened, he took your face with his hand and stroke your cheek with his thumb before saying with the softest voice ever: "I love you to, sweet girl"

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sweet-villain · 11 months

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Sense Of Comfort~ D.M

@becca-alexa

Summary: You don't do well with people or crowds, she as in your best friend makes you feel at ease. But so does he, it brings wonders when he comes finds you to make sure your okay. It's sweet too.

You stood in front of the door that withheld millions of people inside and yet, you were excited and beyond terrified of what’s to come. Chatting among friends was fine and all, it’s the new faces that gave you the fright.

Your heart raced against your rib cage as you stared at the brown door that was waiting for your knock. Instead it never came as the door open to reveal a couple that stepped out giggling under their breath and brushing past against you like you weren’t even there. The smell of the girls perfume hit your nose and sudden realization dawn to you if you smelled good.

Casually you lifted up your armpit to take a whiff and you smelled alright. At least to your taste.

Your hands were clammy as they smoothed down the outfit you chose for this particular party and you throat felt the driest it has been for days.

Did you want to be here? No.

Were you invited? Yes.

Are all your friends here? Most likely.

Did you feel nervous? Yes.

Did you want to go home and curl up into bed and watch your favorite show? Yes.

But you were far too much into your head to notice that your feet were moving on their own and making their way to the front door and stepping into the crowded house.

People met you left and right as you turned your head and your eyes begged to fall on a familiar face that you wanted to latch onto for the rest of the night. People sometimes scared you.

“ You came!” One of your friends appeared besides you sending you a warm smile. Her bright eyes sending you comfort. You were glad she was here, you grown quite close to her more than your circle of friends.

“ Are you okay? Do you need some water?” She senses right away that something seems off about you. Your heart melts knowing she’s only looking out for you and your best interest.

“ I’ll be okay, I’m just glad your here” she offers you her hand to take and whispers, “ it’s okay. I got you.”

The words sends comfort through you as you nod and let out your hand slipping into hers as she leads you through the crowd.

The warm bodies passing between you two senses you into a sense of uncomfortableness for a moment as your not used to touch as usual from friends, family and let alone anyone.

You always felt like eyes were on you and judging you for the way you looked. You felt like you weren’t like anyone else. You weren’t pretty to fit into a crowd.

But she assured you all the time that you were more than enough and those kind words you felt like you didn’t deserve. She was too good for you. But not the less, the friendship made more sense with her than anyone else you met before.

Then she comes to a full stop which makes you bump into her bump.

You frown sending her a confused look but she’s not looking down at you like she usually does and this time you feel her gasp at something. Not just something.

It’s someone that had caught your gaze and your own eyes follow it. Your own mouth a jar as well as her as he walks through the crowd. But it’s everyone’s head turning to look at him like he’s the center of the world’s attention.

He had the most beautiful eyes that you had set on, he had some freckles that you could play connect the dots with and his hair was smooth back at least a little bit from what you could tell. His jawline was moving as he chewed a piece of gum while his hands pushed past through bodies of men and woman.

Woman that you thought would perk more of his interest and yet you never saw him with a woman. At least not going home with him.

His blue eyes set on you for a moment and his face brighten up as you thought could it be?

Could he be staring at you? It couldn’t be?

She nudged your side as if to tell you that you weren’t really dreaming that he indeed has been looking at you. He stopped in his tracks to stare at you. He sends you a wam smile in a greeting.

He was fully aware on how you socialize.

The two of you weren’t strangers at all. He calls the two of you good friends but you think it’s merely just someone that’s good too be in your life.

How could someone be that beautiful be part of your life? All these questions rise up but you can’t stop staring at him.

Whispers began to mutter around you and sense you to turn your head away from him.

Feeling the smallest you have ever been. You didn’t want to be here anymore. His face dropped noticing the change of mood coming from you.

He listens to the whispers surrounding him and scoffs in disgust. All the people that surround him, friends or not, he doesn’t truly care about them.

But you, he would listen to the way you talked about the things that you liked, talked about her, your comfort friend. Of course he knew who she was but she was nothing like you.

No, you peeked his interest at most and he wanted to make all the sadness you felt and all the doubts you thought about, go away. He wanted to make you feel safe.

He watched as she leads you out of the crowd and through the people and he continued to move through the people that tried to get his attention. Tried to talk to him.

The only thought on his mind was he wanted to make sure your okay.

She leads you upstairs to an unknown bathroom that you memorized the colors of the tiles there. The shut of the door silence the hushed tones, the looks and has your heart not racing against your rib cage as much anymore.

The feeling is still there as she takes a wet wash cloth and runs it against the cold water and rubes the running tears streaming down your cheeks. You hadn’t notice that you were crying.

“ Don’t listen to a word they are saying. They are jerks” you could only nod as she takes care of you and you let her. The outfit on you doesn’t feel like something you wear anymore.

It’s making you feel disgusting and you wanted to return home to change. But she’s here and your holding onto her belt loop of her pants with a tight grip. You had no idea that you were holding onto her until you feel her press a kiss on your forehead.

You don’t even thank her for her kindness because she knows. She knows you know she cares. It’s sweet.

She is your best friend, or one of your best friends that make you feel safe and wanted. You don’t know what you did to deserve her but knowing that she’s here. She’s never leaving you means more to you than you can tell her.

You raise your head to look at her but all her face holds is such comfort, welcoming and understand that your eyes tear up once again.

“ Oh don’t cry” she continues to wipe each one as one falls after the other and your heart feels like it’s ready to burst any minute now.

“ I-I don’t know what I would do without you” you mumble to her.

“ Oh my sweet-“ she didn’t get to finish her sentence as a sudden knock come to the door.

“ Yeah?” She answers as your eyes fall to the white wooden door in curiosity and fright. You lick your bottom lip to prevent licking off the dryness there and feeling the salt from the tears.

“ Can I come in?” Your breath hitches hearing his Australian accent through the door. He’s standing on the other side of the door, leaning against it with worry in his eyes as he listens. He knows your on the other side of the door. She’s there. That’s how he knows. Your there with her.

She glances down at you in wonder asking in silence if it’s okay that he comes in.

You trust her. You trust him therefore you slowly nod. Her hand reaches out to unlock the door and his face appears first as he looks inside with worry in his eyes.

Once his eyes set on you, he lets himself in and locks the door. She steps aside and lowers the seat on the toilet and sits down for a moment. She wouldn’t dare to leave you alone like this even though he was there in the same room as you.

He takes a look at her as if asking her if you were okay in silence and she gives him a warm welcoming smile reassuring him that she made sure you were okay.

He turns his head to glance over at you and you swore you could fall over from the look he was giving you. His blue eyes stared into your own like he was staring into a soul and trying to figure out his best approach.

You cleared your throat and looked away from the intense look feeling like you were melting inside. She chuckles which causes you to throw a glare her way. She has her legs crossed over the other as she glances. Your eyes tell her that she’s free to leave if she wants too but not to strain to far away if you needed her.

“ I’ll leave you love birds to it” she says. Both you and him stare at her wide eyed as the words leave her mouth.

Your mouth turns into a frown which causes her to smirk as she motions with her eyes at him.

You know the meaning of the look she’s giving you and you swore she was going to get it later when he was clear out of sight. His cheeks were flushed red as he looked away for amoment.

It was the closing of the door that your eyes met his again and this time the aroma hit your nose. His scent fills you. It sending something warm through you.

“ Are you okay?” He asks you, thinking this was the right question to ask you and doesn’t want to over step. You nod but it’s not enough for him. He tilts his head to catch your lowered gaze but it only makes you want to hide from him more.

“ You can use your words. I know you can” he says.

The lump in your throat that was building up, finally your able to swallow it as you intently meet his gaze challenging him with your eyes. The challenge is for him to continue to talk as his words, the way he spoke and the way he looked at you made you feel better. Made you calm.

“ I-I’m good” you answer him with a nod, more reassuring yourself that you were okay with his presence with him being here. Your heart has been racing since the moment he walked through the door and it hasn’t stopped.

You have the urge to turn around and splash water in your face and when you do. His hand meets yours placed on top of yours on the faucet and turning on the water.

“ Can I help?” He asks. You let him as your hand slips through his and to your chest as you hold it with dear life afraid it was going to burn from his touch at any moment now.

The water is running down the sink as his breath hits the skin of your neck. Chills run down your arms feeling his chest against your back.

He’s doing this on purpose now. He must know the affect he had on you and was just playing with you.

“ Do you need help?” He asks motion with the water as his head tilts to see the side of your face in wonder.

Your cheeks are flushed red to the point you felt like you were melting from being so close to him. You were sure that your insides were screaming at you and wondering what in gods name you were doing.

You don’t answer him in time as one of his hands come underneath the water and the little water he has in his cupped hands comes to your face to brush your hair away and the coldness makes you feel at ease but it’s the tip of his fingertip brushing against your skin causes your breath to hitch.

You don’t know what came over you as you turned around and locked eyes with his. His face was inches away from yours.

He was much more beautiful like this as he stared back at you. The tip of your tongue appears beneath your lips and it catches his attention as his own mouth becomes a jar and his lips are right there begging and screaming for your own mouth to meet his.

Your own brain is screaming at you to kiss him or to grab him or something but your other brain is telling that this was ridiculous and he felt sorry for you.

You take that feeling and listen to it as you look away from him. But he brushes your hair behind your ears and again your brain is screaming at you to take this man right here and there.

“ You’re too quite” he says. He knows something has gone wrong here and wants nothing more than to help. He’s not sure how as he’s nervous if he says the wrong thing, he will mess up. But he won’t because he’s just too beautiful for his own good and he makes you melt inside.

“ I need to get back out there” you tell him motioning your head to the door. His eyebrow raises in question because he’s debating in his own head if your trying to get away from him or something is wrong here. Your not like this at all and he knows it.

He observes you when he can. He knows about you from her. He’s her best friend after all too, cheeky little thing he is.

He moves out of the way as if telling he’s not going to argue with you or prevent you to stay with him here. You want him to make you stay here with him. He brings you a sense of comfort.

Your hand reaches the door but he stops you with his words.

“ Come find me when your ready to talk” he says. You turn to look at him over your shoulder and give him a small nod as you exit the bathroom.

The sense of air hits you and you feel a sort of relief. You were sure he was making your heart burst in there. She finds you too quickly as your hand finds hers.

“ I’m good, I’m fine” you reassure her with words. Instead of accepting those words, she tugs you to the front door where a new fresh of air hits you.

You didn’t know you needed it until she sits on some steps on the side of the house and you join her by her side sitting down and resting your head on her shoulder.

“ Thank you” you tell her. She doesn’t question what the thank you is for, yet she knows in a way that it’s your way of telling her that you were just grateful to have her in your life.

You two sit in silence until the door opens again and those sudden familiar eyes hit you. You know it’s him now as he settles down besides you on the steps.

You rose your head up and glance over to him seeing the side of his face as he glances down at the steps.

“ You two always run off somewhere to hide” he jokes to lighten up the mood.

She laughs as she shrugs, “ Not like anyone wants us around.”

He shakes his head in disapproval as he huffs.

“ That’s not funny” he mumbles as his own eyes set on you. Your too comfortable to turn to look at him but you wave at him with your fingertips.

“ Were not the life of the part like you, Montgomery” she mumbles.

“ I’ve noticed that” he says with his eyes resting on you still.

“ Can I take you home?” He asks, directing this question towards you. Your body stiff in question but you look at her with an answer since she usually takes you home.

“ Up to you, cupcake” she says. The nickname makes you roll your eyes as you lift up your head off her shoulder and turn to look at him.

“ I would love that” you tell him, sending him a small smile. The smile matches his own as he stands up and offers you his hand.

Your hand slips into his own as he helps you up. But he doesn’t leave without bending down and pressing a kiss on her forehead as if telling her to get home safe.

She nods up at him and looks over to you giving your hand a squeeze three times, it was a way to tell you if anything or something that she was still here.

“ Better not do anything, or I will kick your ass Montgomery “ she smirks up at him. He puts his hands up in defense and laughs.

“ I will get her home safe” she threw him a thumbs up while you waited, shyly. He looks over to you and puts his hand on the small of your back leading you to his car.

You turned back around to glance at her to see her still watching but it’s the smirk that wants you to run back to her and smack it off her face.

“ Don’t worry, I’ll make sure your safe home” he reassures you and opens the door.

Both his forearms are leaning against on top of the car waiting for you to sit in the passenger side. “ I get to be your passenger princess for the night” the sound of your voice and the sentence falling from your mouth causes him to blush.

“ Look at that, someone is blushing” he rolls his eyes playfully as you sit down and he closes the door.

He runs to the driver side and sits in. The roar engine causes your eyes to lighten up for a moment but a hand on the door and the tight grip makes him look in wonder.

“ Do you not like cars?” He asks. You shrugged, “ not really fast once.”

“ I’ll drive slow, promise” he lets out his pinky for you to take. You glance at him and down at it then back at him again, “ such a dork.”

Your pinky hooks with his before he puts it on the gear shift and turns it into drive. Your cheeks flush red from the touch and the hold he has. Your mouth is loss at words as he wants to hold your hand as he drives. A sudden feeling of butterflies erupt through you.

“ My face isn’t really interesting” he speaks out noticing you hadn’t stopped looking at him since he started to drive.

“ You have no idea” the word shocked him as he glances over to you briefly.

The look sends sparks between the two of you and comfort too. He made you feel safe even with one look or one touch.

#dacre montgomery #jewls writes #dacre montgomery x reader #dacre montgomery x you #Dacre Montgomery x y/n #Dacre Montgomery x female reader #fluff dacre montgomery

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shadamyheadcanons · 2 years

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Headcanon #273

Amy loved spending time with male friends like Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles, but she found that hanging out with them could be a tad overwhelming. Sonic never contained his speed, and his habit of racing around and popping up out of nowhere startled Amy and threw her for a loop sometimes. Knuckles never truly grasped the magnitude of his own strength, so he often slammed doors or set objects down a bit too roughly without knowing it, making her flinch. Tails was fine as a kid, but once he hit puberty, he grew taller at such a rapid rate that he couldn’t keep up with the limits of his own body. He startled even himself by constantly whacking his elbows, knees, and head on things as he attempted to adapt to his longer limbs and the large feet he took forever to grow into. Even his tails got longer, and he knocked things over with them when he wasn’t paying enough attention. His clumsiness threw her off. Though she treasured the time they spent together, the atmosphere around her friends frequently left her on edge, particularly if she was already having a stressful day, and she often had to step out for a break when they hung out.

Shadow was completely different. Though he was proud of his speed, he didn’t overuse it in confined spaces like Sonic did. Although Shadow could flip an 18-wheeler with ease, he naturally kept his strength in check and treated both inanimate objects and Amy herself with care, always handling them gently and never once hugging her too hard or patting her too hard on the back like Knuckles unknowingly did. And as for his coordination, Shadow and clumsiness couldn’t even be used in the same sentence. Even his steps were light and quiet. Amy spent more and more time around him as she got older, finding his presence was therapeutic after a day spent with her lovable but raucous boys.

When she mentioned this to others, they seemed confused, claiming they didn’t find him to be out of the ordinary in demeanor. A baffled Amy asked him about it one day during their weekly chat over tea.

Shadow’s eyes widened slightly. He took a silent sip of his tea, not slurping it as Sonic sometimes did. As he set his teacup down, he subtly braced his pinky on the table so he could put the cup down without a sound.

“I never thought you’d notice,” he admitted. “I saw Sonic startle you one day when he carelessly ran into a room. You tried to brush it off, but I could tell it scared you.”

“Yeah, that happens,” Amy agreed, grinning sheepishly. “He doesn’t mean to, he just has so much energy. It’s...”

“It’s not okay.”

His tone was stern, but he still kept his voice low and smooth--the same way he always did when they spoke, she realized. She stayed quiet.

“If there’s something that’s obviously bothering you, he should be making a concerted effort not to do it.” He averted his intense gaze. “I’m not the most experienced...when it comes to...friendship,” he continued haltingly, “but I would never want you to feel on edge around me like that. It’s important to me.”

He met her eyes again. She shyly lifted her shoulders and took a sip of her tea. “...Yeah. I know he doesn’t do it on purpose, but...” She bit her lip and looked away, then asked, “How do you do it? You’re so powerful, but you’ve always been so gentle. Even I didn’t know my own strength for a while once I started training.”

“It helps that I’ve always been strong. I never had to train or go through puberty and get used to my own body like everyone else.”

Amy pouted. “Way to rub it in!”

He let out a rare snicker. When her pout turned to a grin, he continued. “But it was mostly Maria. She was always...” He pursed his lips and paused, searching for the right word.

“’Delicate?’” Amy suggested, remembering Maria’s illness.

Shadow nodded. “Maria was tiny. Her fingers were like toothpicks. Everyone had to be careful around her, especially me.” His eyes grew distant at the memory. “Gerald kept us apart for the first few weeks until he knew I understood. If I hugged her too hard even once, I could have seriously hurt her...but I never did.” He turned back to Amy. “And I’ve always done the same with you. I don’t think you’re ‘fragile,’ I know you can look after yourself. I just want you to feel safe and relaxed around me.”

Amy’s heart pounded at his admission. Her face spread into a wide smile, and she took his hands in hers, surprising him. “Well, you’ve done a great job. There’s no one I feel safer around.”

Shadow’s stern, almost nervous expression softened. His ears flattened, and he looked away bashfully. “Th-thanks.” She felt his hands squeeze hers, just as warm and gentle as always.

Once the two started dating, Amy found his gentleness extended to all forms of contact. As much as she loved feeling tough, there was nothing like the caring, tender, loving way Shadow kissed her, cuddled with her, or carried her up to bed when she dozed off in his arms, and she never slept better than when he was holding her. Even when she grew old and her bones weakened, she knew she never had to worry around him.

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Lost But Never Found: Chapter 2, Feel No Pain

"Don't just stand there! Get your icky gross friend…" Donnie all but screamed. "Off! Of! Me!"

Leo nodded, arms grabbing his gravely injured turtle companion and lifting him up. Well not exactly lifting as Indigo is much heavier than he looks. He grit his teeth, planting his feet firmly to the medbay floor and tried again. He could barely lift the shorter turtle.

His limbs were quivering from the strain. Why were people so much heavier unconscious? Donnie's squirming was not helping matters. "Raph! A little help here!" Leo shouted at the top of his lungs, already hearing the thundering footfalls of his older brother.

Donnie was pushing up against Indigo's chest while Leo held him up. "So how did you meet this guy anyway?" The softshell asked, his voice strained.

"He's one of the top fighters in the Battle Nexus."

"Oh so that explains this…" Donnie held up a hand, the palm smeared with sticky blood. It was a frightening mix of yellow, green and the dark crimson that blood should be. "Icky gross ew this is so…I need a shower…" Leo only grunted, trying not to gag. He could taste the metallic scent on his tongue with every breath.

There was a sudden rush of intense vibrations, shaking the medbay. Both turtles turned to see their big brother racing towards them.

"Leo? Donnie?" Raph audibly gasped, a hand flying up to cover his mouth. His brown eyes were wide with horror at the bloody, unconscious, turtle between his two brothers. "Oh god-"

"Put him on the cot, carapace up. I need to fix the crack in his shell." Leo instructed, handing Indigo to Raph. The snapper was about to pick up the smaller turtle before Leo stopped him. "Gently, very gently and try not to touch his left shoulder too much. It got badly dislocated and is still fragile. Raph nodded.

He oh so carefully picked up Indigo with ease, cradling him like an infant before gently laying him plastron down onto the cot. Donnie instantly squirmed away, grimacing at the partially dried blood smeared onto his body.

The crimson stained medical tape was peeled off, the gauze removed from inside the crack. Another gasp came from Raph, this one much more worried. A strangled gag came from Donnie, whose mouth was covered and his face was considerably more green.

The slider took a breath, scrambling to the sink to scrub his hands clean before he could begin.

"Donnie-" At the look on the softshell's face, it was obvious that he was five seconds away from puking. He blinked nervously at Leo, weakly pointing to the massive crack in Indigo's shell. "Go empty your guts and wait in the living room." Donnie nodded, scrambling out of the medbay.

As Leo was pulling gloves over his hands, a big hand settled on his shoulder. "What do you need me to do?" The blue clad turtle glanced back at his patient, who looked far, far too still on the cot.

"The drill, screws and wires are in the second cabinet on the far wall, the fiberglass patches in the top shelf and the resin in the fourth drawer. Get all that then wash your hands in the sink!" Raph hurried over to the cabinet.

Leo grabbed a bottle of wound cleaning solution, some cotton balls and some cotton ball forceps. After tearing open the bag of cotton balls with so much force that several fell to the floor, he soaked one in the solution and began dabbing it inside the cracked shell.

There was a twitch from Indigo at first contact but Leo kept going. He glanced over a few times, his stomach clenching at the pained look on Indigo's face. But it had to be done or the crack would get so damn infected so quickly.

"I got the stuff!" Raph half yelled, setting everything down on a nearby table before rushing to the sink. Leo nodded as he thoroughly disinfected the crack.

When Raph came back, Leo grabbed the drill and some screws. "Hold his shell together so I can fix it." The red clad turtle gulped but nodded, carefully pressing both edges of the crack together with one hand.

Then Leo began drilling the screws into place, ignoring the occasional twitch from Indigo. He also blocked out Raph's cooing to the unconscious turtle, trying to soothe him just like he always did when one of his brothers got injured and needed patching up.

The screws were tied with wires, holding them together so the shell could heal. Leo grabbed fiberglass patches and covered the sealed cracks. It would be awhile before the resin could be applied to waterproof it but good enough for now.

"Flip him over, gently." Indigo was rolled over, and both brothers winced at the barely audible whimper.

"Shh shh, it's alright little guy." Raph cooed, stroking Indigo's cheek with his thumb.

Leo glared at the heavy chest plate and shoulder pauldrons, oh those were coming off like yesterday. He started feeling around, trying to find a locking mechanism like on the spider claw gauntlets. "There's gotta be a button or something to release it." He mumbled but found no such thing.

"Ok, Ok I'm better now." Donnie announced as he staggered back into the medbay, panting a bit. The dried blood had been cleaned off so he didn't look as queasy.

"You still got a buzzsaw in your techbō?"

"Obviously, why?" Leo gestured to the armor that refused to come off. Donnie nodded, pulling out his techbō. It was quickly pulled into a handheld buzzsaw.

Raph quickly shoved his fingers underneath the armor, trying to hold up so that Indigo wouldn't get cut by accident.

The saw made contact with the metal, creating an earsplitting shrieking sound along with dozens of sparks that Leo was quick to swat away from Indigo. After a few seconds the saw stopped.

"What the?" The blade's teeth were all bent, the metal looking like it got put through a trash compactor. There wasn't even a scratch on the armor.

Donnie lowered his goggles. "The armor is made of mystic metal!" He said before looking up at the collar on Indigo's neck. "That thing is mystic too."

Leo looked at the collar with hatred. What purpose did it serve? It didn't look strong enough to protect his throat.

It wasn't a fashion accessory. No, it looked like a ducking dog collar.

Maybe it was a statement, a reminder of who was in charge.

He thought back to the three scars on Indigo's arm, that was a warning. Defy Big Mama again and he would be screwed.

Leo felt his hands shake with barely contained rage. Was that a part of the punishment? Having to wear a fucking dog collar? That is so disgusting! So utterly demeaning! How could Big Mama stoop that low?

Then again, she didn't even give him a name. Like he was simply an object, a pet to Big Mama. And she was his master.

He is going to throw that stupid collar into a portal straight to New Jersey.

"That collar's gotta go, now." Both his brothers flinched at the barely contained fury in Leo's voice. He'll explain later. He grabbed it, hearing a soft clicking sound.

There was a red light flashing down the sides of the armor. It faded, the sides of the armor unlocking. The black fabric covering Indigo's neck and mouth dissolved as Leo pulled away the collar.

"That's convenient!" Raph cheered a bit. Leo held the collar tightly in his hand, the red spider shaped gem nearly cracking under the pressure.

How dare she…

He knew Big Mama was evil but this?

This is crossing a line…

The next time Leo sees her…there won't be any deals…

He will fucking murder her…

"Raph do me a favor and power smash jitsu this thing out of existence m'kay?" Leo said coolly, burying the anger deep down inside. Not now…he has a patient to attend to.

Raph took the collar, a confused look on his face. "Ok..? If you got everything from here I'll go do that." Both twins nodded and Raph left the medbay.

"So where's dad, Mikey and April?" Leo asked as he got to work on powering up the X-ray machine, gotta see how bad the internal damage is.

"Well Mikey is currently stress cooking in the kitchen, April has claimed the bathroom for a much needed shower and papa is trying to explain to April's parents why she didn't come home or call for three days." Leo snickered, already imagining how awkward that conversation would go.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, the costume was getting hot.

Oh yeah he was still wearing his Lou Jitsu costume. He had been wearing it the entire time.

"Think you can run an IV of fluids while I go take this off?"

"Scoff! Of course I can, I watched you do it several hundred times! Go get changed before you start smelling!" Was Donnie's reply. Leo smiled briefly before leaving the medbay.

Leo glanced at his dad, who was currently on the phone with April's parents. And judging by his nervous face it wasn't going well.

"There was a power outage. Yes a power out!" Splinter said, trying to keep his voice from wavering. "We didn't have any cell service for three days but now everything is fine!" Leo leaned over, snickering at how Splinter winced at Carol's confused yelling from the phone.

And while the words couldn't exactly be made out from Leo's position, judging by his father's reaction it wasn't good..

The slider moved past his father and headed to his bedroom. Once inside the safety of his small room his knees buckled. "Fuck…" he sat on the floor, looking down at the dried blood on his costume. The events of the battle are finally catching up.

They came so close to actually dying… that plan was so brilliant yet so stupid.

One wrong move and everyone would be dead!

He gulped, staring nervously at the splatter of bright green blood on his costume. Blood from one of the evil six…

It had splattered on him when…fuck.

He was going to die! That yokai would've straight up killed him if Indigo…

It had to be done.

Right?

It was that guy or Leo, the entire world was on the line if he didn't win.

And yet… that horrible scream as the katana went through his eye. Through his skull.

His stomach gurgled, bile rising to his throat while his ears oh so unhelpfully started ringing.

He laid on the cool floor, trying to steady his racing heart.

That guy was dead. Zip! Gone forever! Buh bye!

Indigo didn't even hesitate. Didn't stop to consider what he was about to do. Didn't even flinch when he got covered in blood or when the severed head rolled to the ground.

Maybe it was just a heat of the moment kind of thing, an accident.

But it looked far too practiced to be accidental.

Indigo aimed for the neck with near perfect precision.

Although he didn't seem fully present afterwards, his eyes were a bit hazy.

Like he was drugged or something.

Or dissociating.

Leo didn't know which possibility was worse.

No…not now he has a patient. He opened the mini fridge under his bed, pulling out a bottle of Monster energy. He tore the cap off and chugged the entire thing in three big gulps, easing his tense stomach.

Time to get back to work.

When he came back to the medbay, Lou Jitsu costume now in the 'to be washed later' pile, and much less sweaty, the IV had been put in successfully. Donnie was slumped down in a chair nearby, looking utterly exhausted.

"I took a blood sample in case he needs a transfusion." The softshell mumbled before slumping his head on the armrest.

Leo smiled at his twin, once he was finished with Indigo Donnie would be next.

He washed his hands in the sink again and put on a fresh pair of gloves. He still had much more to fix.

"It…ay…st…"

"A…mst…do…"

"Od…mor…"

"...ld…up…th…ond…"

"Ke…up…ee…o"

"Wh…"

"A...ant…ay"

"...s…rry…my…so…"

Bleary eyes slowly strained open. Ringing fading away into actual sounds.

There was a dull humming sound nearby though what was causing it was a mystery.

Purple greeted him when his vision began to focus. That's…where was he? A steady beeping sound to his right made him turn.

Or try to.

He could barely move, like his body was made of lead. He turned his head to the right looking at a strange machine making the beeps.

A line went up and down with each beep.

A heart rate monitor by the looks of it. Wires slithered from the machine to his chest, the pads held down with pieces of medical tape.

He stared at it lazily for several minutes, watching every pulse of the line. That's all he could do to be honest, his body just felt so heavy.

Eventually the heart rate monitor stopped being interesting so he turned his head left, eyes locked with an IV bag connected to his left arm at the hand. The fluid was clear, tiny bubbles rising to the surface as more of the liquid dripped down the plastic tube.

Wait…an IV…a heart rate monitor…was he in the infirmary?

He sat up with strength he didn't know he had. He grabbed the IV tube and ripped it out, ignoring the blood that began to pool. He'll deal with it later. The heart rate monitor was going haywire but he ignored that too.

He looked down at the blankets covering his legs before trying to kick them off.

His legs refused to cooperate, they somehow felt even heavier than the rest of his body.

He heard footsteps echoing down the hall.

Shit.

Fuck.

Why was he in the infirmary?

He grabbed the blankets and practically threw them off and allowed himself to sigh in relief. He still had both his legs.

Some who wake up in the infirmary aren't so lucky. The doctors must not have gotten to him yet.

But it sounded like they were coming.

He reached into his shell, grabbing a switchblade and opening up the blade. He scrambled underneath the bed and held his breath.

You do not want to wake up in the infirmary.

Ever.

That is far worse than the arena.

At least in the arena Big Mama or her assistant Vee are supervising the whole affair.

There are so few rules, but there are rules.

In the infirmary the doctors run the show.

They can do literally anything they want to the poor fools that get dragged to them, bound to the surgical table and only able to pray that the doctors are merciful this time around.

Hell the last time he ended up in the infirmary…if Vee had not intervened…

He ignored the sickening thought. Just forget it! He has a weapon and he'll be fine.

Just dont think about metal restraints…

Or the iron rod shoved into his mouth, still coated with old blood.

The bright white lights bearing down on him.

Definitely don't think about the pale white saw made from yokai bones inching ever closer…

He covered his mouth with his right hand, smothering the thoughts like a dying flame. The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

Fuck.

He was doomed.

It was then that he noticed a thick cast was covering his right arm. He inwardly sighed, so the doctors already did something.

Once the cast was off he would cut it out.

The door opened as he tried to sink deeper into the floor. He took a breath, not even daring to breathe. Hopefully his racing heart wouldn't give him away.

"Indigo?" A panicked voice asked. A familiar voice…

Where had he heard that voice?

"Are you ok?" The voice asked, sounding incredibly worried. He shimmied a bit to look from underneath the medical bed.

There was a lanky looking red eared slider kappa frantically looking around the room. He wore a sky blue mask and dark blue belts, socks and gloves.

Was that…

Leon?

His heart almost stopped. Leon was here?

Leon was in the infirmary!

That means…oh god that means they lost! They lost the fight against Kraken Tom and the Evil Six!

Leon had been injured.

Leon was at the mercy of the doctors.

For how long?

How long was he out?

The old rat was probably dead, didn't Leon call him…father?

Leon's father was dead. The kid was trapped in the Battle Nexus!

He was so small! So scrawny!

Oh god he wouldn't last a week!

He was just a kid!

He didn't deserve this!

What about his family? He said that they were counting on him to win against Big Mama!

But he didn't!

Oh god what happened to them?

Were they here too?

Would they have to fight in the arena?

Would he have to fight them?

Would Leon have to fight them?

Would he have to fight Leon?

"Indigo!" Leon's voice interrupted his spiral. "Dude you gotta breathe for me ok? Like this." A long inhale then a slow exhale. "Just like that ok? Can you do that for me?" Leon did it several more times.

Eventually Indigo joined in, the first couple of times were shaky and so much more painful than he expected. He pushed past the pain, trying to match Leon.

Who knows how long later they were in sync. One the last exhale Indigo opened his eyes, when were they closed? He was met with Leon's bright green gaze.

"L-Leon?" Indigo stuttered out, nearly collapsing right then and there. Leon wrapped his arms around him in a loose hug.

"Are you alright now?" Leon's voice was soft, gentle as if they weren't literally in the worst possible situation right now. Indigo brushed his hands off, grabbing Leon's wrists and looking him over. "Dude?"

No visible stitches, no discoloration, his veins weren't distended.

All good signs, the doctors must be busy.

"Come on, we can escape through the morgue."

"The what?"

"From there we just gotta climb through the vents to the armory and make our way to the barracks." He tried to stand up, the room suddenly spinning.

Indigo's knees gave out, nearly sending him falling to the floor. Shit they must've drugged him.

Before he could hit the floor, two arms grabbed him tightly, holding him up.

Well barely, he could feel the arms trembling.

"I gotchu Indy!" Leon held Indigo steady as he tried to stand again. "Come on let's get you back in bed ok?"

"Are you crazy? We have to leave before the doctors come for us!" Indigo hissed through gritted teeth.

Leon just looked confused. "What doctors? Indigo, where do you think we are?"

"The Battle Nexus Infirmary…"

The slider shook his head, pulling Indigo close.

"We're home buddy."

"What…do you mean?"

"After the Kraken knocked you out I portaled you here, our home." He was led to the medical bed and laid down on the cot. Now that Indigo was actually thinking about it this place was far different from the infirmary.

It was cleaner first of all, usually blood was always coating the floor and walls.

It wasn't as bright, no humming white surgical lights looming overhead.

And the biggest change was that it was quiet. The hallways of the infirmary were always echoing with the buzz of equipment, the sadistic laughter of the doctors, and the screams of their victims.

Here though it was quiet, just the beeping of the heart rate monitor and a faint humming sound wafting from the open door. It almost sounded like music.

Leon cupped his cheeks with his hands. "You're safe here Indigo, I promise. Do you trust me?"

Does he? Does he trust Leon?

He barely knows anything about this boy. They only met by pure chance then fought together in the arena. He has no reason to trust him!

But Leon didn't have to fix his shoulder and patch his wounds. He could've gone on his merry way and be none the wiser. Leon didn't have to give him a name either, because why name someone that at the time thought you would never see again.

Leon shared his top secret plan with a complete stranger. It would probably be smarter not to since he had no clue if Indigo would snitch or not.

Such a gamble, for him.

Why?

And if he is to believe what Leon said, he took the biggest risk of all by full on kidnapping Indigo from the Battle Nexus. Big Mama was absolutely watching that fight. If she saw that it would be breaking the terms of the deal they made and Leon would probably end up dead.

Why take such an unnecessary risk on a stranger? He could've easily left Indigo to die or wake up at the mercy of the doctors.

Maybe it was because for some reason, Leon trusted him.

And he trusts him back, for the same reason he trusts Vee.

A stranger took a massive risk for him.

"Yeah I trust you." Indigo answered as there was a pinch to his hand. The IV had been put back in, in a different spot this time. The previous spot was covered with a bandage.

Leon beamed at him. "Good now if you tear out the IV again I will replace your stitches with staples." He said cheerfully. Indigo rolled his eyes, staples were nothing compared to what the doctors used.

The blankets were pulled back over him.

"I guess you have questions."

"That's an understatement." Leon chuckled, grabbing a rolling chair and scooting next to the cot.

"Fire away mi hermano!" Indigo gave him a confused look. That sounded a bit like Spanish but he wasn't sure. He mostly tried to tune out the constant noise of the barracks. When Leon saw his confused face he opted to clarify. "It's Spanish for my brother."

Indigo relaxed a bit. "Ok…first of all what happened?"

Leon swiveled around. "The plan worked! We won!"

"No way-"

"Yup! In fact we were at the last step when you got wrecked. I portaled you away and we got the bauble! And Shreddy is long gone!" Leon said coolly, although there was an excited gleam in his eyes.

"You actually outsmarted Big Mama?" Indigo couldn't hide his disbelief. "And she didn't notice that you took me?" Leon deflated.

"I don't know if she saw or not. She hasn't tried to come after us so maybe she didn't…I hope she didn't see."

Ah so they weren't out of danger.

She'll be waiting for them and the second that Indigo lets his guard down he's screwed.

"Ok how long was I out?" He asked softly, suddenly aware of how dry his throat was. He started coughing weakly, the little strength he had fading away.

"Over a week. Here." A cold water bottle was held to his lips. Indigo took a few sips, the water a relief on his throat.

"So what happened to the rat?"

Leon snorted, unsheathing his ōdachi. He slashed open a small glowing blue portal right in front of Indigo's face. "See for yourself!"

Indigo raised a brow but obliged, sticking his head through the portal. It felt weird, kinda like trying to the same poles of two magnets together. Regardless he stuck his entire head through.

He looked around, it appeared to be some kind of living room with beanbags strewn about. A projector was connected to the TV, playing some kind of Japanese commercial. There was a recliner sitting in the center of the room.

In the recliner was the short portly rat, snoring worse than the bellhop Indigo always gets his knives from. The rat was covered in crumbs. But there was an air of misery surrounding the rat that Indigo couldn't quite place.

Indigo pulled his head out of the portal, the unexpected recoil knocking him into the pillow with a thud.

"How did that guy manage to put so much of a fight in the Nexus?" Indigo asked, not even trying to hide his disbelief.

Leon smirked.

"That mi hermano is because he is the legendary Lou Jitsu! My dad!"

Indigo sat stunned. That was the famous Lou Jitsu Leon told him so much about? But the look on Leon's adorable little face made him hold his tongue.

A loud scream echoed from outside the room. It was followed by a string of profanities and mad stomping.

Another turtle decked out in purple stormed into the room. He was holding his left arm close to his chest, the smell of burnt flesh filling the room. Indigo could make out a small blackened spot near his wrist. A burn by the looks of it.

"Yo Dee what happened?"

"My upgrade for Shelldon's battery zapped me." An electrical burn. The purple clad turtle had tears in his eyes. Leon sighed and gestured for him to sit in the swivel chair he was hitting in before going to grab things from around the room.

Once sitting down he seemed to notice Indigo was awake.

"Oh hello."

"Hey..?

"Oh right, Indigo, this is my idiot twin Donnie! Donnie, this is Indigo!" Leon said, gesturing to the two of them as he spoke.

"First of all, scoff my intellect is far greater than yours Nardo." Donnie turned his attention back to Indigo. "And second it's good to finally you Indigo, when you aren't tackling me or pointing a dagger at my head of course."

Indigo blinked at the purple clad turtle. "Sorry? I guess?" He mumbled as Leon came back to patch up his brother.

Donnie muttered something under his breath before screeching at the top of his lungs when Leon began disinfecting the burn on his wrist.

Before Indigo even thought twice he slapped a hand over Donnie's mouth, stifling any sounds he made.

Donnie gave him a flabbergasted look, trying to get his snout free from the shorter turtle's iron grip.

"Shh…you have to be quiet god damn it or they'll hear us!" Indigo hissed, as he glanced instinctively over his shoulder. It was just a tiny burn, there was no need for so much noise. If it was an amputation then that would be a different story. But even then he had to be quiet! Or the doctors will hear them.

Except…no.

No, they were safe.

They weren't hiding in the infirmary from the doctors while patching up one of the worse off victims of the arena.

They were far away from the Battle Nexus. From Big Mama…From the doctors.

Indigo let go of Donnie's face, his hands immediately getting swatted away.

"What the fuck was that for?" Donnie hissed, rubbing his snout while glaring daggers at Indigo. Leon was bandaging the burn, frantically looking back and forth between the two.

Indigo slumped, trying to pretend that his heart was jumping out of his rib cage.

He kept looking around, expecting to see a long rosie colored spiky tail slinking around the corner or the bell like whistling echoing through the air.

But nothing happened.

Because he wasn't in the infirmary.

"I'm sorry, I just…" His hands were shaking like leaves in a storm.

"Don't worry about it Indy, Donald will get over it!" Leon chimed in, accidentally smacking Donnie on the burnt wrist.

To say he screamed was an understatement. It echoed across the walls. Once again Indigo covered the purple clad turtle's snout with his hands.

A squawk from Donnie was yet again muffled by Indigo's hands.

Leon gently laid a hand on Indigo's left arm. "Dude seriously it's ok, you're safe here ok? Just chill out alright?" He gently pulled his hands off of Donnie again. The purple clad turtle gave Leon a questioning look.

"I'll tell you later." Leon mumbled to his twin.

"Boys!" A new voice shouted. The short rat scrambled into the room, eyes wide with obvious concern. The rat raced over to them, looking Donnie over in concern. "What happened? Why did you scream?" Donnie glared furiously at Leon before grabbing his hand.

And biting it. Hard.

Leon squeaked, trying to squirm away. "Ow! Ow! Ow! Dude stop! Ow!"

Donnie growled around Leon's hand.

Once he let go he stormed out of the room, cursing under his breath.

"Wow. Someone's moody this Tuesday afternoon." Leon said before turning to the rat. "Dad this is Indigo, aka the guy that saved you from Kraken Tom like a badass!" Leon whined when the rat smacked him with his tail for swearing. "Indy, buddy this is the one, the only Splinter! Or better known as Lou Jitsu!" He grabbed the rat and held him up at eye level.

Indigo waved weakly, still not believing the Lou Jitsu thing but he wanted to be at least a little polite.

"Hello…" The rat's expression from shocked to…sad? Guilty? Either way it made Indigo stop. Had he said something?

The air grew thick as the rat's frown grew heavier. "Leonardo, can we have a moment alone?" He asked, he sounded so tired.

Leon gulped, nervously glancing at Indigo.

It seemed like he was hiding something. Indigo raised a brow as the slider began fidgeting. "You think you'll be ok for a few minutes?" He asked as gently as possible.

"Uh yes? I'll be fine but what's going on-"

"It's uh…oh boy this is going to be a real shock." Was it Big Mama? Did she come looking for him? Had Leon been lying to him?

Before he could ask Leon was already leaving, though he was not so subtly hiding behind the door.

The rat approached, hopping up onto the cot next to Indigo.

"How long were you in the Battle Nexus?" Splinter asked, voice gentle but laced with barely hidden worry.

"For as long as I can remember." Indigo said quietly, not really seeing a point to this. Splinter's frown somehow got even deeper, tears beginning to shine in his eyes.

"That's what I feared." He reached up to cup Indigo's cheeks with his hands. Indigo flinched back, causing the rat to tense like he had been struck. He lowered his slightly shaking hands. "I don't expect you to forgive me-"

"Forgive you? For what? The fight in the Battle Nexus? We were opponents, that was supposed to happen!" The rat simply shook his head, tears rolling down his cheeks, darkening the light gray fur underneath.

"No no no, you shouldn't have been in the Battle Nexus!" Splinter choked, failing miserably to keep his voice steady.

"But I am…or I guess was a fighter. Can't really argue with Big Mama." The rat hiccuped slightly, suddenly pulling Indigo into a tight hug.

A pained wheeze escaped his mouth as he tried to push Splinter off. After a few seconds he stopped resisting when the rat stroked the back of his head.

"I am so…so sorry. This is all my fault! I should've been there to protect you! I'm so sorry." He sobbed into Indigo's shoulder while holding him close like a small child.

The last person to hold him like this had been Vee on that awful night.

What is this?

Splinter squeezed him even tighter, seemingly ignoring the tiny yelp of pain from Indigo at the squeeze.

The next thing he said shocked Indigo to his core.

"I'm so sorry, my son."

Indigo's jaw dropped, eyes going wide as dinner plates.

Leon stepped back into the room, wiping his own eyes dry.

He just sat there being hugged by someone he only met once before while his mind rebooted.

The only thing that came from his mouth was one word.

"What?"

#tmnt 2012 #rottmnt #crossover #tmnt crossover #:D

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rrain-writes · 3 months

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Rain's LU Febuwhump: Day 7

Suffering in Silence: Hyrule

Warnings: Broken ribs, difficulty breathing, hiding injuries

Art

Hyrule was the healer of the group. The medic. He took care of everyone whenever they got hurt. When ever they needed it. Always.

And yeah, sometimes Hyrule might accidentally forget about some minor injuries. No biggie. As long as his brothers were ok, that was all that mattered.

The fight that day wasn’t different to any other one. It was going well at least, until a lucky boko managed catch Hyrule off guard and give him a good wack with its club.

“Hyrule!”

Huh. That was Legend. He was standing in front of where Hyrule lay dazed on the ground, shoving his sword through the boko’s stomach. The monster gave a questioning grunt before disappearing in a dark cloud.

“You right ‘Rulie?” Legend asked.

Hyrule nodded and stood, trying to ignore the world spinning around him.

“Is everyone else ok?”

“A couple scrapes, nothing to bad. You sure your good?”

Hyrule forced a smile. His chest was a bit sore, but he’d check it out later. The others were his number one priority.

A bit a healing magic and some potions later, everyone was back on their feet.

“We’ll set up camp over there.” Someone said. It sounded like they were speaking through water. Was that Time talking?

“‘Rule?” Wild asked?

“Hm?” When had Wild gotten there?

“Your looking a bit pale. Are you ok?”

Hyrule waved him off. “I’m fine. Come on, we’re lagging behind.”

Wild grinned. “Race you.” He said, before taking off towards the rest of the chain.

Well shit.

Hyrule raced after him, gritting his teeth at the gritty sensation in his chest. It burned when he breathed, but he would be fine as soon as they got to camp.

He wasn’t fine. Breathing felt like agony, and he hid his coughs as they tried to crawl up his throat.

“Going to the loo!” He chimed, before limping off towards the trees. No one spared him a second glance.

One he was out of sight of the camp, Hyrule eased his shirt up to look at his chest. It was already bruised pretty badly, and felt tender when he touched his fingers to it.

A red potion should heal it fine.

…double shit.

Hyrule had forgotten to bring a red potion with him.

Maybe he could just use his magic to heal himself? It would be a bit different to healing someone else but it would be fine, right?

Nopenopenopegobackreversebackundo.

Ow.

Hyrule sucked in a breath, which in turn made the burning in his chest flare up again. The others would be wondering where he was soon, so he should probably head back to camp.

His injuries decided against that. When he tried to stand, his ribs protested, making sure that he definitely knew they were there. It was harder to breathe now too. If Hyrule had to describe it, it felt like a moblin was sitting on his chest. A very heavy one.

Trying to breathe made the pain spike again. He’d get up in a second. Maybe two. He’d get up…

“Hey, has anyone seen where Hyrule went?” Wind asked.

“I think he went to piss.” Legend replied, not looking up from where he was cleaning his sword.

Wild looked over, brow furrowed. “Wasn’t that half an hour ago?”

Everyone stopped what they were doing.

“Wind, Sky, Wild. Stay here and make sure no monsters stumble upon the camp. The rest of us will go look for him.”

Hyrule opened his eyes blearily.

“Thank the goddess’s we found you.”

“Twi?” He mumbled.

“You absolute idiot! Why were you hiding injuries from us?!”

Ah, that was definitely Legend.

“Come on kid,” Time said, carefully lifting the younger hero. “Let’s get you back to camp.”

“And don’t ever hide injuries like that from us again you ass!”

#fan fiction #linked universe #lu #hyrule #lu hyrule #suffering in silence #febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday7 #hiding injuries #broken ribs #difficulty breathing #Rain's LU Febuwhump

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poguehoe4life · 1 month

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The Toretto's

Part 1

"Are you ready?" Clarisse asked Brian. He nodded. She turned to look at me. "I know you're ready." She raised the flag into the air yelling, "Ready.....steady....GO!" My wheels spun out on my 1976 Charger as I threw the car into gear. Brian was ahead but not for long. I wasn't the reigning champ for no reason.

The car followed my every move as though we were connected through the wiring. The bridge was up just as I had predicted and Brian seemed to be lost as to what to do. He was slowing down as he got closer to the raised platforms and I passed him with ease, flipping him off as I went. I raced across the bridge, raising my suspension as I went to keep my car from being totaled. The finish line was coming up. I had this. Suddenly Brain raced passed me, nitrous fuming from his exhaust. "Too soon Spilner," I muttered flipping my own nitrous on. He began to slow 15 feet from the finish line and I passed him yet again.

Brian jumped out of his Nissan Skyline and slammed the door. "You cheated Lani! You knew that bridge would be up!" I laughed as my big brother parted the crowd. "You better be careful how you talk to my sister Buster. She just whooped your ass and you know it." I got out of my own car and walked up to him. "It's not called cheating Spilner. It's called winning." I walked away leaving him speechless and Dom lifted me up onto his shoulder. Jesse yelled, "Part the ways! The Torettos have dominated yet again!"

When we got to Dom's car, he set me down and kissed Letty. "Good job little Toretto. You're livin up to the name." She said hugging me. "Hey!!! I'm 19. I'm not that little." Vince handed me a Corona and smiled. "You did good kid. I don't know why he thought he had a chance." Dom looked from me, to Vince, to the beer in my hand. "Come on Dom. She just one 10,000 dollars. Cut her some slack." Letty said winking at me. "Fine," Dom agreed, pulling the cap off of the bottle.

Later that night, around 3 AM, I was sitting on the roof of our house, staring at the stars. I heard someone climb through the window and smirked. "I knew you couldn't resist coming up here." The man sat beside me, his own Corona glistening. "Well I guess you were right." I turned to look at Brian, his blonde curls blowing in the breeze. He took a drink and looked at the sky. All I could do was stare at him. The man who had infuriated me from day one. All I could think about were how his muscles flexed when he pointed or how he licked his lips every time he took a drink.

My panties were soaked through and the chilly night air didn't help. I crossed my legs. He looked at me and smirked. "What?" I asked, pissed that he had such an affect on me. He smirked. "If I were a betting man, which I am, I would bet that if you spread your legs right now, that lace thong of yours would be soaked through." He dragged a finger slowly up my thigh, making me shiver and leaving a trail of goosebumps. "Tell me I'm wrong," he whispered against my neck, his finger reaching the hem of my short denim skirt. He left light kisses along my neck until he got to that spot. My eyes rolled and my legs split as he began to suck on my neck. His hand, once trailing up my thigh brushed over my panties and rested in the center of my legs.

He smirked. "I suppose that means I was right huh princess?" I didn't respond, to busy caught up in my own world of pleasure until he stopped. I turned to look at him, confused as to why. His baby blue eyes were dark and filled with lust. He wrapped a hand around my neck, squeezing slightly. "I asked you if I was right. Now answer me." "You were right," He released my neck and smiled. "Good. Now you get to suffer the consequences of not doing as you're told." I looked up at him. "Brain we're on a roof." He pulled my thong off and pulled me onto his thigh so I was straddling it. "I don't care. Now ride daddy's thigh like a good little slut."

I looked at him hesitating before slowly moving my hips, my clit dragging on the rough material of his jeans. I bit my lip and closed my eyes holding a breath my hips moving faster as I chased my high. The pressure began to build and I slowed, whimpering. "What's the matter princess? Need daddy's help?" Brian asked smirking at me. I nodded but he pulled my chin up so that I was looking directly at him. "Beg for it." My cheeks flamed as one of his hands gripped my hips tightly. and the other traveled between my legs. I gasped as his pinched my clit between his fingers. "Oh god- please," I said, my eyes rolling. His hand went back to my hips and he pulled me forward and back until my orgasm crashed through me. "Holy fuck Brian," he looked at me and said, "That's not my name princess." I sagged against his chest breathing heavily. He slowly ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my forehead. "Let's get you to bed love."

#brain o'conner smut #dominic toretto #racing #smut

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pjisskullourful · 1 year

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Oʋҽɾ Mҽ???

🥨 Ethan × reader

part3 of 3, aka ETHAN'S ENDING [part 1, part 2]

NSFW 🔥 happily ever after but for adults only

° Ethan Torchio/female reader insert

wordcount:: 2,376

° shwaaaaaa shwaaaa❣️ commissioned by the best sis beth (@bethanysnow ) 💋 thanks again for coming at me with an awesome concept

° [ITA]: bella: pretty - amore: love - eccellente: excellent

Your heart was racing before you heard Ethan’s knock on the door. You were practically floating on air as you rushed for the door, your breath short and your body filled with a brand new energy.

At the sight of him standing there, butterflies swarmed into your belly. Instantly, he was worthy of your breathlessness - looking so handsome in a black tank top, with his long hair down. He smiled, appearing a little relieved as he took the time to refamiliarise himself with your face after you had spent almost an entire week apart.

You couldn’t hold yourself back, launching your body at his, with your arms open. He caught you, instantly wrapping his arms around your middle. You threw your arms around his neck and began to kiss him with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if any of your neighbours happened to be in the hallway to see all of this, you were too overwhelmed with happiness to spare a thought for anything else. You were consumed by greed as you savoured the taste of his lips.

Without breaking the kiss, he started to steadily walk you back into the apartment. You took these backwards steps and he swung the door shut with one hand. This hand then went to the back of your head, his fingers disappeared amongst your hair as he held you in place. He tilted his head as his tongue teased between your lips.

You put your hand to the centre of his solid chest, curling the material of his top into your fist. He moved his hands to your cheeks, cupping them with his thumbs tenderly rubbing the skin.

“Bella…” He murmured against your mouth and you were amazed by how two syllables could make you feel like you were floating.

“I’m so happy you’re here.” You said, thrilled to still be so close to him, with absolutely no reason to move away anytime soon.

“Me too.” He said before his lips surrounded your top lip, giving it a gentle suck. “‘Cause the way that I feel about you, I wasn’t ready to give all of that up…”

“The way that you feel about me, what does that entail?” You asked with a smile.

“If you’ll allow, I think it would be easier to just show you.”

You licked your lips. “Okay.”

He pulled your body in closer to his, your chest flush to his as he repositioned his hands. He put them to your thighs, grasping with his firm hands before he started to lift. You were amazed as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, holding on tightly.

He was literally sweeping you off of your feet, something you had only seen happen in movies. You bent your knees, holding your legs up and away from the ground.

Gazing at him, he appeared to be taking on this task with ease. He held you steady with one hand still holding your leg, while the other rested at the small of your back.

He began to walk you over to your bed. Your bodies were so close together that it would have been impossible to not notice the emergence of his erection, pushing against his jeans, until the protrusion could be felt on your thigh. It was enticing to wonder what he might be thinking about. What was he planning to do to you that already had him so excited?

You were placed down onto the mattress and he took a pause to remove his shoes. Then he was climbing on top of you, his body hovering over yours and you were soon feeling a needy ache between your thighs. Instead of kissing you immediately, he seemed to take his time to admire you - silent as his eyes slowly moved across your face. You lifted your hands up into his hair, your fingers combing through as you held it back from his smiling face.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since that night. I’m obsessed with every fucking curve.” He said, making you squirm as he began to move his hands over your body. “Would you let me worship this body again?”

“Mm-hmm.”

You put your hand at the nape of his neck and raised your head from the pillow, to return your lips to his. He sighed happily, his arms encircling you as his body melted into yours. He fit so perfectly with you and each of you pursued a deeper kiss, something that had you feeling a lovely warmth, radiating out from your chest.

He braced himself with his knees on the mattress. “Bella…” His hands moved down your sides, over your natural curves and dips, moving slowly so as to savour every inch that he came across. He reached the hem of your cashmere sweater and lifted it up. He pushed the soft material away from where it had been covering your tummy and you snagged your lower lip between your teeth.

He kept moving the fabric up, soon discovering your lack of bra. You saw the subtle way that his eyes grew wider in response to this. You raised your arms up, reaching for the headboard as he got the sweater higher, over your head.

You got your hands free and discarded the garment. He had moved lower, his lips warming the skin on your chest as he settled between your parted legs.

He started to kiss across your breasts while his hands were preoccupied by roaming over your body. You could feel the sensitivities in your body growing, as you responded to the touches that only he could give.

You could barely contain your little whine when he sucked one of your nipples into his mouth. His eyes flashed up to your face as he worked the stiff peak over with his tongue. You couldn't help but smile, feeling this stimulation so much deeper than the surface touch.

You had started to arch your back when he switched to the other nipple, wetting it with his greedy mouth. As he sucked, his loose hair cascaded down, the tips tickling against your exposed body. You writhed beneath him as all of this only added to the heat radiating out from your cunt, your deep desires growing.

You gathered his hair up into your hands, holding it back as he continued to lavish attention upon your nipples. The tension in your body had built to the point where it felt impossible to hold still, so you had started to move your hips a little. They were only small, controlled rocks, but the beginnings of friction that this allowed you to feel was wonderful. It was something you could see yourself handing your whole body over to.

As you pushed yourself up, you felt the hardness in his pants and started to rub against this. His reaction to this was to suck on your nipple harder.

But he couldn’t maintain this for long, pulling back with a gasp. His eyes were darker than before as he looked down at you. “Damn, amore, you really know how to make me insatiable with this breedable body, don’t you?” You just grinned at him, continuing to move your hips. He sat up, settling his body weight back on his knees. “You’ve been in these clothes for too long.”

“The same could be said for you.” You said.

“You’re right.” He said, getting distracted from undoing the zipper of your shorts.

He quickly shed his tank top, allowing you to admire that perfectly chiselled body as he got to work on the fly of his blue jeans. You wiggled free of your shorts, getting these out of the way before you went for the box of condoms in the nightstand. As you pulled one out, he removed your underwear from your body.

You licked your lips as you watched him affixing the condom over his dick. This moment was strictly about the two of you and you were obsessed with every contributing factor.

The way that he looked at you now was different to how he had before. It was indescribable, all you knew was that it made you quiver.

He leaned in, kissing you some more, as your bodies fit so well together. There was no one else that you would rather be underneath. You could feel yourself surrendering to this bliss.

He reached down, grabbing the underside of your knee. He pulled this up, bringing your thigh close to your chest. Your cunt was spread, with even more space made between your legs for him. You felt his hardened cock resting against your labia majora as he pressed his body into yours.

He raised your other leg, making you feel a bit like a pretzel. But you trusted in his plans. The determination that you saw on his face bested any of your lingering uncertainties. There was no questioning his authority in this situation, he had shifted so effortlessly into the role of dominant, which was equal parts intimidating and exciting. Your heart was racing as you looked up at him, feeling ready to agree to anything he might say.

He repositioned, sitting up on his knees. But you were kept in your place, with him holding each of your ankles. He tossed his hair off of one shoulder, watching you with an intense stare. “Is this okay for you?”

“Yeah, it’s good.” You said.

“Eccellente ‘cause it’s absolutely perfect for me.”

“Perfect?” You repeated.

He licked his lips instead of answering and his gaze moved lower. He briefly let go of one of your ankles, using this hand to guide his cock, soon stretching your cunt open. As he gradually entered you, he put his hand back onto your ankle, assuming total control. You didn’t oppose this because you were too preoccupied by the feeling of floating.

“Perfect.” You repeated it again, but now with certainty as you agreed with him. Your eyes fluttered shut as your head rocked back on the pillow. “Perfect.”

You gasped and squirmed beneath him, until he was the majority of the way buried inside of your cunt. The stretch and spasming of your walls left you breathless. “Perfect.”

When you opened your eyes and looked up again, it was to find him watching you. Up-and-down, his eyes studied you, not overlooking a single feature.

You smiled weakly at him. “Perfect.”

“That’s exactly what I’m seeing, my perfect, beautiful and breedable woman.” He said in a husky whisper.

Your heart was fluttering as you watched his muscular body rippling above you, clearly full of so much power. The awe that you felt in the face of this, went deeper when he began to move. His hips snapped forward, giving you a taste of the devastation, of how he could ruin you.

Setting into a rhythm, he worked his dick inside of you. Your body quaked beneath him and you couldn’t keep your noises to yourself for very long. Soon your loud noises were filling the air of your apartment.

Your swollen pussy spasmed all around him, so sensitive as he kept bucking into you. His speed was merciless, showing no signs of fatigue and you could see the flames of desire in his eyes.

“Yes.” You cried out when you felt him plunge in deeper - he had made connection with your sweet spot.

The intensity of your shaking grew, but he could maintain his consistency, uninterrupted. You were losing control, but he was the opposite, stroking into you with determination and energy.

“Please don’t stop.” You whimpered, throwing your head back. “Please. It feels so- oh, fuck, it’s…” Fire pumped through your veins as you flailed, your limbs shuddering. “It’s perfect, babe.”

He kept going at that ideal rhythm and you rested your ankles on his broad shoulders as you sank deeper into the pleasure. Each snap from his hips felt better than the last and you writhed through all of the powerful sensations that left you without a thought in your head.

From above you, he was groaning. But these sounds of effort were overpowered by your sobs as you were taken to the knee-buckling orgasm.

“Yes, yes, Ethan.” You triumphantly cried as you flinched and fell apart.

You were bathed in the glorious pleasure as you went limp. One of your legs fell down to the bed, but he kept the other raised. Not yet done with you, he continued to stutter his hips into you. He chased his own orgasm, his motions prompting devastating aftershocks through your system.

“Fuck, bella…” He said in a breathy moan as he throbbed inside of your sensitive pussy.

With a handful more pounds into you, he seized the climax and let the tempo slow. He was gentle and quiet, working himself to a gradual, well-earned, stop.

The two of you fought to get your breath back as he pulled out, moving away from your tender body. You repositioned, shutting your eyes as you rolled onto your side.

“Perfect.” He said, making you smile.

Slowly, you became aware of the pleasant tapping of drops of rain hitting your windows.

A moment later, he was getting out of bed. You opened your eyes to watch him very casually moving around your home, completely naked. He went to the kitchen and found a clean glass, filling this with water, which he brought back to you. You sat up a little and he stroked your hair as you had your first sips.

“Where do you keep your clean p.js?” He asked.

You smirked. “Why, do you wanna borrow one of my satin nighties to see if it suits you?”

“Maybe later. We need to get you into some nice, soft and warm clothes right now.”

You pointed to the draw and he pulled out a matching cotton set. He helped you into the clothes. “You’re very sweet.”

“I wanna treat you right.” He said as he did up the buttons of your shirt. “That’s all I’ve wanted to do, since our first date.”

Your heart fluttered as you smiled at him, reaching your hand out to touch your fingers underneath his chin. “All that I’ve wanted to do since our first date is this…” You guided him in closer until you could kiss him.

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hh0320 · 2 years

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— 溺れる, DROWNING.

pairing: biker! nishimura niki x fem reader (+jay, sunghoon)

genre: high school, slice of life, racing, bad boy! niki, new girl! reader, set in japan.

word count: 3.7k

warnings: profanity, depression, underage drinking/smoking, anger management issues, angst.

a/n: i do not condone underage drinking whatsoever. be safe kids.

Riki never backed down from a challenge.

Many times, it had led him straight to detention. Others, it’d earned him some pocket money. His parents warned him of his narcissism—his father had said it best, ‘You won’t always be invisible, Riki. Wake up.’

His mother worried about him, always. For his sixteenth birthday, they gifted him a bike, made him swear he’d be careful, stay out of trouble. In his excitement, Riki lied.

‘Of course.’

Half a year later, he raced for the first time. With the wind blowing in his face, adrenaline pumping through his veins, he felt deathless.

He wasn’t. But that would come later.

Standing at six feet tall, a skyscraper next to his school peers, he demanded attention, yet wanted none of it. He couldn’t care less about popularity, was an average student at best, would rather hang out with his biker friends than be stuck in a classroom all day—

Riki was admired by most girls of his grade. His height played a big factor in the fact, but his face wasn’t lacking, either. His ink black hair falling over his eyes, sharp jaw, and thick, well shaped eyebrows, along with his full lips—he was handsome in the most obvious way.

He only ever had two friends in his entire life, and that was because most guys fucking hated his guts. That’d been fine by him, he never looked to be class president, anyway.

Park Jay, and Park Sunghoon stood almost as tall as him, both older, but that had never really mattered—in a way, they were his second family; they looked out for him when he wouldn’t look out for himself.

Sometimes, Riki had these thoughts—his mind would collapse on itself, and it’d make him do things he wasn’t proud of. His parents had signed him up for anger management classes, and he went a couple times, for their sake.

There, he realized—anger wasn’t the issue. There was a deep sadness in him, and no matter what he did, it never fucking lifted, never left him.

Riding his bike had been the only thing to ease the existence of it; the time he spend wiggling his way through cars, cruising down a highway—that gave him the release from what was burdening him most.

Then, one day, in the beginning of eleventh grade, you showed up—the new girl, transferring from out the city, fake smile as you greeted the class and took your seat.

He saw right through you—you were like him. Drowning. Nothing had peaked his interest like your arrival. But, of course, that had been the case for every other boy in your grade. Soon, you were the shiny new toy, only to be looked at, never to be touched.

Riki saw how you expertly avoided unnecessary interactions, always polite, for fear of losing face; pleasant, but timid around girls, because you were aware of their stares, of their rude words behind your back. It was extremely fucking cliché, how you were treated.

Like a caged animal.

Jay had seen you, after school, waiting to pick up Riki, bike at the mechanic’s for a check up. Had seen the way his friend stared after you, ready to jump to your defense in case anyone tried anything with you—he’d smirked, chuckling to himself.

“You’re gonna chase after that girl, aren’t you?”

Riki glared at him, mounting behind him. “Cut if off.”

Jay huffed, starting the bike. “I didn’t even say anything.”

“You didn’t have to.”

Sometimes, Jay thinks Riki refuses himself things, in fear of breaking them—of losing them.

He never brings you up again.

He noticed you in one of the bike meets, a couple weeks later.

Despite his feelings, he decided not to approach you. You appeared unreachable, like a far away dream he could never quite bring closer. And he wanted to—bring you closer, get to know you.

Figure you out.

You were sitting with some older guys, a girl he did not know next to you, looking at your phone. One of the guys, someone he had raced with, told you something, and you laughed.

Your laugh lit up your entire face; it was a full sound, a sunny day. Riki was fucked.

He figured that by the way he felt his anger ripple through him, at the thought of another guy making you laugh, when he hadn’t even had the chance to try, yet.

That was his own fucking fault, though, so he looked away, lighting a cigarette, and back slapping Jay on the chest.

He wanted to race, was itching for it—the rush, the thrill of doing something illegal, of his lungs filling with tire smoke. Nothing was as exhilarating as this, except, perhaps—

The thought of you.

Sunghoon stayed behind, watching the two bikes vanish into thick clouds of smoke, the crowd closing around them. He smiled softly towards his friends—they were both proud, loved to give a good show. Him, he just liked the vibe. Racing had never been his thing, even though he owned a very flashy motorcycle.

Coming from a rich family, it was only natural to want to have the best. He never really took it for granted, though. That’s how he ended up being friends with Jay, after all—Jay hated entitled rich people.

Sunghoon had to prove himself to stand where he stood.

He knew of your existence from his friend, knew he wasn’t supposed to bring it up to Riki, but you were coming his way.

What was he to do? Ignore you?

He had eyes, just like everyone else. And you were beautiful. He wouldn’t cross a line, couldn’t do that to Riki, but he could respectfully admire.

You stopped in front of him, height difference evident.

“Do you have a cigarette?”

Sunghoon measured you with a look. “Don’t think you’re old enough to be smoking.”

You scoffed. “Your friend is smoking.”

He smirked down at you, crossing his arms, leaning against his bike. So you were a brat.

“My friend is my friend. Who are you?”

You hesitated to reply, probably thinking it was a waste of time, but sighing, you did, anxiously chewing on the inside of your cheek.

“He hasn’t mentioned me? I’m his classmate, (Y/N).”

Aha. Right in his trap. “Did you want him to have done so?”

You clicked your tongue. “Never mind, pretty boy. You’re not the only one here.”

Sunghoon had to give it to Riki. He’d chosen a tough one.

It was a good thing his friend never backed down from a challenge.

Later, when the races had stopped, Riki having won a fat stack of betting money, everyone huddled in groups, smoking and drinking, waiting for the cops to come and break the meet up. That was the exciting part—the chase.

Every racer loved a good chase.

He couldn’t help but keep an eye on you, his senses alert. There was something about that guy he didn’t like—for one he’d already graduated high school, but was still hanging out with underage girls.

That tells you enough about a person.

Jay and Sunghoon had noticed, as well—you were growing uncomfortable with all the “accidental” brushes, and pokes. Your friend seemed oblivious to them, but it was very clear you were trying to grab her attention, so you’d leave.

They thought to help, but didn’t know if Riki would be okay with it, so they remained on stand by mode, pretending to be listening in to the conversation around them.

That’s when you glanced their way, specifically Riki’s way, your eyes filled with anxiety. It just wasn’t fun anymore.

Someone needed to see. You had to get away from there, before it got too fucked up. In all your life, you never wanted to be a victim. You were smart enough to walk away, you would walk away.

The prick seemed to be telling you something, holding onto your sleeve. You shook your head, visibly upset now.

When your eyes locked with Riki’s, he nodded for you to come his way. His face a carefully contained mask of anger, jaw locked, he raised his arm, stretching his hand out to you.

Come. Now.

You went. Tugging away from the creep’s hold, you run toward Riki’s outstretched hand, ignoring the curious stares of the people watching the scene play out.

Once your hand was in his, he pulled you in, setting you on his side, away from your previous company. He looked down at you, trying to catch your breath, seemingly embarrassed it had to come to this.

He was just glad you were safe.

“Hey, what the fuck?” The guy yelled after you, arms in the air.

“Shut the fuck up, you fucking pedo!” Jay yelled back.

The music drowned out whatever he moaned about after that, but everyone had heard the word.

You wanted to curl into the tiniest ball, and disappear.

“I’m stupid, right?” You mumbled, head low. “I always get myself in trouble…”

Riki looked at his friends, both worried, staring at your defeated stance, before he engulfed you in his arms.

He was so tall, so broad, you went completely out of view, smack against his chest, breathing in his scent. Clean, like linen sheets, and warm like a hot, summer afternoon.

He kept you there, tightly hugging you, not knowing of a better way to make you feel better, until you lifted your head to look up to him.

“Thank you,” you whispered, eyes glassy. “You didn’t have to—thank you.”

He nodded, a blush creeping up his neck. “I got you. No one’s ever fucking with you again.”

He was only sixteen years old, awkward and long, but for some reason, you believed him without the faintest doubt in your heart.

You were inseparable ever since.

On Halloween, you were in trouble again.

Riki had gone to Sunghoon’s party, thinking you’d already be there with your girl friends. Everyone and their mother had showed up that night, taking advantage of Sunghoon’s flexible party budget, and the fact he had plentiful amounts of beer.

Turns out, you weren’t there. All his texts unread, he started thinking of all the places you could be. That list was long, since you never sat still, always had somewhere to go.

You were the most social of butterflies, with a knack for misfortune. Trouble seemed to look for you, whatever you did. Sometimes you brought it on yourself, but most of the time it was a wrong-place-wrong-time kind of thing.

Jay found his friend by the door, ready to bail. He called out to him, pushing through bodies.

“Where are you going?” He took in the frantic calm Riki exuded, his mind instantly going to you.

“She’s not answering me,” Riki said, simply.

“Have you tried her house?”

“Yes. Her mom said she was going to a party with a friend.”

Jay furrowed his eyebrows, following Riki outside.

“What party? What friend?”

The two boys stared at each other.

“Exactly.” Riki started towards his bike.

“Goddamnit, (Y/N),” Jay muttered under his breath. “Do you want me to come with you?”

Riki shook his head, putting his helmet on. “No. Stay here and call me if she shows up.”

His friend nodded. “Got you.”

“Thanks.”

Engine raving, the older boy suddenly got struck by a thought. I hope I’m wrong…

“Hey, Riki!” The biker turned to him. “Fuck, I hope not, but… try Yeonjun’s party.”

A college party. God fucking damnit, (Y/N).

Riki flew.

The scene at Yeonjun’s party was overwhelming, to say the least.

Riki had hang out with the guy once, only because Jay and him were friends. He was a disgustingly popular dude, known for his wild parties, and womanizer tendencies.

He prayed you hadn’t fallen prey to him. It wasn’t that he was a bad guy, per se, but he definitely wouldn’t particularly care if something happened to a random sixteen year old girl at his place.

He tried your phone again, getting off his bike, and pulling the helmet to get his hair out his eyes. The bass of the music shook inside him like an earthquake.

Girls in costumes were giggling behind red cups, others playing drinking games.

[23:28pm] riki: you need to answer me, (Y/N). please.

He knew he had to calm down, before he exploded on you. He wasn’t mad at you, he was just worried. He wanted you safe. If you, at least, replied to him— it would lift this fucking heaviness off his chest.

Why, ever since he met you, couldn’t he breathe? You held permanent residence against his rib cage, pushing down on him in ways he didn’t even know would feel this suffocating.

Yet, he never wanted to shake you off him. If anything he wanted to drown by your hand; you replaced his sadness with this alien feeling, and he never wanted to go back.

He entered the house, making his way through all the people dancing, and making out, scanning the room for any signs of you. He never had any need for his unnatural height, but he was grateful for it then. It made it much easier to spot you—

And he did, as he made it to the kitchen. You’d been sitting on top of the counter, legs swinging, a beer bottle in hand. You looked tipsy, your hair sticking to your face.

Riki wasn’t mad at you. But he’d very much like to punch something right now, because the relief of seeing you alive was too much.

Had you just been ignoring him, then? He knew he could be overprotective at times, but he had good reason to be that way.

You were at a college party, for fuck’s sake. A random dude was smoking weed right next to you—you were drinking.

If the police pulled up right now, what the fuck would you do?

Yes, Riki would very much like to punch something, anything, right now. Hard.

Instead, he closed the gap between you. You looked surprised to see him there, but then noticed his pissed expression.

“I—Riki!”

He grabbed you by the waist and threw you on his shoulder, like a sack of potatoes. You yelped, hitting him, your head hanging limply.

A few laughs erupted across the house.

“Let me down! I get it, okay, I’m sorry! Riki!”

He heard none of it, angrily carrying you outside. When he reached his bike, he let you down, making sure you landed on your feet straight. Taking one look at your face, his anger evaporated.

You looked like a scolded child. He realized he may have overreacted, but you were being immature, not texting him back when he was just asking to know if you were okay.

That much you owed him, after he saved your ass countless times.

“Where’s your phone?” He asked, sharply.

You avoided his eyes, but took the phone out of your back pocket. He scrolled through the many texts, and missed calls, scoffing, rubbing his face.

“You could’ve been in serious shit, (Y/N). I won’t always be there to look after you.”

You lifted your head, your eyes burning with embarrassment. “I didn’t need you today, did I?” You snapped at him.

Riki saw a few people staring their way. He did not wanna make a scene, embarrass you further, so he clipped his voice.

“I made a promise to keep you safe. If you want me to fuck off, fucking say it, but until you do, I’m taking you home.”

“Come on,” he gave you his helmet, mounting the bike.

You stood, tears escaping your eyes, enraging you even more. You felt like a petulant child, being discovered doing something bad by their parent.

Riki was not your parent, nor was he your family. He was just a random boy that helped you out one night. You might’ve befriended him, and taken advantage of his kindness, but that was because—

That had been because—

“No,” you said, forcing the helmet back in his hands. He raised an eyebrow, the fight inside you evident.

“If this is your way of saying you like me, Riki, it’s not very good, is it?” You took a step back, finally meeting his gaze.

He wanted to wipe those frustrated tears away for you. He wanted to insist, and order you to do what he said.

But you were right.

He did like you. A lot. And instead of facing his feelings, he hides behind his possessiveness, behind his cowardice. He thought saving you from yourself, protecting you against your own judgement, would be enough.

All these weeks he spent by your side, silently observing you, getting to know the mess you are, but also the quiet of you, the way you read your romance novels, then would not shut up about them, how animated you’d get after watching your favorite movie, your character bleeding and blurring into a fictitious one—

Hanging out with you in cafes, and at the park, going over to your house—

Riki had been your shadow, trailing behind you like a lost dog. He now realized how that may have made you feel, inwardly knowing he felt something for you.

Then did that mean…?

No. How presumptuous of him.

He swallowed, that familiar darkness enveloping him once again, and nodded, looking away from you.

“At least let me take you home. The cops will come bust this place in a bit, I don’t want you here,” he muttered, voice faint.

A mute truce between you, you complied, putting on the helmet, and getting behind him, arms wrapping around his torso.

Riki took the time to savor the feeling, how his heart beat only your name whenever you were near, figuring this would be the last time he’d get to feel you on him.

The streets were empty, no matter how Riki wished for clogged traffic, and tens of detours. The streets were empty, and soon you were there.

You got off, passing him the helmet, your hand lingering on his own. He looked at you silently, wanting you to say something, do something, anything—he couldn’t part ways with you like this.

It hurt an unbearable amount.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” You finally said, smiling softly, your eyes sad.

It took everything in him to not stop you, everything to not tell you—

The truth was…

(Y/N) the truth is—

I love you.

Before his seventeenth birthday, he did one last race.

As he was approaching the finish line, Riki lost control of his bike, and crashed on the wall alongside the curved road.

Perhaps it was due to the freezing temperatures, or the wet asphalt—maybe it was a combination of the two, creating ice.

Or maybe, it was the asphyxiating sadness that had finally taken him underwater. It was no secret—Riki changed after you stopped talking.

Now, as Jay was calling 911, Sunghoon keeping him conscious, he called your name—a barely there whisper, along the chaos.

“What is he saying?” Jay screamed, panicked. “Fuck, stay with us, Riki, stay with us!”

Sunghoon squeezed his friend’s hand, could not stop looking at the blood coming down his face—so much of it, so so much, and then his leg, surely broken, motorcycle just feet away, smashed to smithereens—

“Her,” he said. “He wants her. Call her! Someone call (Y/N)!”

He stayed at the hospital for two weeks, suffering mild head trauma, and a broken leg. It would’ve been worse if he wasn’t wearing his bike uniform.

Jay had stayed with him the entire time, helping him up, bringing him his homework. Sunghoon visited too, and the three of them would talk about everything and anything, just genuinely enjoying each other’s company—thankful their friend was still alive.

You never came, but you had answered the phone then. It was a short call; one of your classmates told you Riki was taken to the emergency room.

The guilt had kept you away. There was no reason to blame yourself, yet you did regardless. If you’d been with him, kept him safe just as he had done with you—

Riki’s invisibility cloak lifted that night, and he quit racing.

He returned to school after Christmas vacation, but generally took it easy. He couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t looking forward to seeing you again—his hope that you might have felt the same died when you never came to see him, but his love was still burning strong inside him, diminishing any sort of resentment he might’ve held.

The teacher announced you’d transferred away that morning, and everything else had been a blur.

He begged Jay to take him to your house, and his friend obliged, confused. A cold, Wednesday afternoon, you opened the door to find him standing there.

Leg brace, and crutches in hand, his tall frame instantly brought tears to your eyes.

You’d missed him. Terribly.

“You can’t go, before I know,” he demanded, features serious, made of marble.

You nodded, wiping away pesky tears, not wanting to hurt him any further.

“Did you ever like me back?”

Your heart betrayed you, then, sobbing all over the carpet. Crutches forgotten, he stepped forward, bringing you to him.

You let yourself be held, thinking it was the last time you’d be this selfish.

You did not deserve him at all. He had given you so much, and you’d just taken, and taken.

“From the first moment I saw you. Riki, I’m—”

He held you tighter against his chest, his own tears threatening to fall.

Wrong place, wrong time, again, you klutz.

You were the most social of butterflies, with a knack for misfortune. Trouble seemed to look for you, whatever you did. Sometimes you brought it on yourself—

“Don’t,” he whispered fiercely. “I love you. I’ll find you, yeah?”

Jay stood watching you two, clinging to each other—finally, together.

He thought Riki never knew how to give up—no matter what.

He’d burn the world down to be with you, again.

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Fuck it we ball

(Warning for ableism and destruction of a mobility aid by Harkon in the 4th paragraph)

The shattered remains of Harkon's sanctuary lay littered about, the vaulted ceilings ripped apart to reveal a cloud-smothered night sky. Not even the light of the moons could pierce through them, and it felt as though the night was trying to envelope Vulon as if wanting to squeeze the air from its lungs.

It lay on its side, having been thrown against a now-destroyed wall, cane broken before it and pain racing up and down its back feeling like fire. Something uncomfortably cold seemed to grip its heart as it shakily pushed itself up halfway. But it ignored the heavy, oppressive feeling crushing its chest and instead leveled its focus on Harkon. Harkon-but-not. A Harkon twisted, and possessed by Molag Bal.

Vulon figured he would invoke his Lord. The man was a coward, flinching back in fear at Vulon's very presence when it and Serana blasted down his door. Devoted as he was to his Prince Harkon knew he could not beat Vulon on his own. But now he posessed a terrifying boost to his power, and feeling Molag Bal's very existence merging with his own he grew emboldened, overconfident, and gloating. With a crazed viciousness in his eyes he grinned down at Vulon, several feet above it, tattered wings supporting his weight with ease.

"What is the matter, little snake?" He sneered, two voices warping and twisting together, creating a horrendous racket that made Vulon's ears twitch in discomfort. "Has your so-called Lord left you? Left their pathetic little plaything at last? It was only a matter of time; what Prince would want someone so useless, broken body any mind? You can't even stand on your own!" He lifted a clawed hand and a burst of red light streamed from his open palm, smiting Vulon's cane, and shattering it before Vulon's very eyes. The Altmer felt as though it heart stopped for a terrifying moment, watching as the pieces of its beloved cane were flung about the wrecked room, before slowly dragging its eyes back up to Harkon. The foul Vampire Lord let out a vicious cackle. "They can't help you now. What is a poor little snake to do?"

Vulon grit its teeth at their words as a growl built up in its chest, and with it, fury. It was unlike anything Vulon had ever felt before, lava-hot and uncontrollable, and for a brief second its sight went red from the sheer force of it. The fury nearly overwhelmed Vulon as something terrifying and powerful rose up from inside it, threatening to take over its senses.

But Vulon, angered and hurt and terrified and *vengeful,* forced that fury down. It curled its hands into fists, feeling its sharp claws press deep into its skin, focusing on the pinpricks of pain to draw itself back into reality, and drew in a ragged breath before speaking.

"This isn't about me. This isn't about Lord Boethiah! This isn't about ANY of that!!" Vulon shrieked, unexpectedly, voice high and piercing as it glared up at Harkon-and-Bal. The twisted grin on their face turned to a grimace as Vulon stood. Its back roared in pain, worse than its ever felt, and Vulon felt off-balance on its own, but still it stood. "You hurt my friends. You hurt my FAMILY! And I'll be damned if I let you get AWAY WITH IT!!!" The force of its screams made the remains of the castle crumble further. The few vampires and Dawnguard still fighting each other felt it, and the world seemed to grind to a halt. Vulon's eyes glowed, bright as the very stars it named itself after, and the familiar feeling of its Dragon Soul tearing at its mortal shell rose up. But now, Vulon didn't crush it down. Now, Vulon embraced it.

Harkon jerked back as all at once an immense power burst forth out of Vulon. It's entire body was alight with a glow brighter than the sun, and the twisted vampire Lord screamed in shock, raising an arm to try and block out the light. He was nearly torn down from the sky as Vulon's Voice boomed around him, battering him with its strength as the Dragonborn Shouted.

"MUL QAH DIIV!"

The earth shook as the glow enveloping Vulon suddenly snapped into a new form. It was surrounded now in spectral armor, shifting colors endlessly and lighting up the night as the Sun lights up the sky with the dawn. Two massive, clawed wings sprung from its back, brilliant and terrifying powerful, and with a single beat of them Vulon took to the air. Once there it was impossible to tell where Vulon ended and the armor began, its Soul unleashed and changing its form. It rushed at Harkon with talons outstretched, slamming into the vampire with a force that would have shattered Harkon's ribs had he not been protected by Molag Bal. It dragged the vampire lord and his Prince higher into the sky, tearing at the twisted body they inhabited, before suddenly folding its wings and plummeting sharply downward. Like a meteor Vulon dropped, Harkon-and-Bal struggling vainly to tear themselves from Vulon's grasp before they made impact with the ground. A massive crater blew out around them, and even Molag Bal felt the pain of it. It had Harkon fearing for his life, especially as the dust around them settled and Vulon's face, wild and frenzied and utterly inhuman, came into focus. Before Harkon, or Bal, could fully process it Vulon had stood with their body still gripped tightly in its talons, and with near breakneck speed it turned and flung the pair at one of the few walls still standing.

To dust the wall crumbled, and for several seconds nothing happened. But then, Harkon's hand shot out from the rubble, and he with his Lord dragged himself out from under it. His body was bleeding, great gashes torn into it from Vulon's mighty talons, and even with Bal fortifying him Harkon felt the nearly overwhelming pain of it. Blearily he focused his gaze on Vulon, who attacked them again with the same fury. Harkon-and-Bal could barely fight back, unable to match the speed of a Dragon nor fully deflect the force of its blows; they were loosing, and badly, but still the pair clung to their desire to win and continued fighting.

"Why do you fight?" Harkon's voice stood out from Bal's, the vampire Lord's fear now showing in his eyes. "You will gain no favor from your Prince, you will only fall to me! You can't change destiny!"

Vulon's face contorted into a snarl at that. "You're an idiot! There WAS no prophecy!!" Again it threw Harkon's body, this time launching itself after him with "WULD," slamming into his body and pinning him to the ground. "It was FAKE! You were lied to, the Elder Scroll was manipulated by a man driven mad by the piece of filth you call PRINCE!" Vulon's fury had the ground trembling even without it Shouting. "You were never anything more than a pathetic coward so desperate for a power you'd never be able to hold! You were a blight upon your family, a callous asshole to your wife, a monster to your daughter!"

"NO!" Harkon bellowed, voice cracking with desperation. With his and Bal's combined powers he managed to draw up the strength to kick Vulon back away from him. The impact sent it flying, hitting the ground hard and skidding several feet, allowing Harkon to get back up. "You have no idea what you speak of. I know the prophecy is real!" It had to be, or all this was for nothing. It had to be, or he would be a failure. Magic built at his fingertips, every drop of his power building. Vulon was down, stunned by a combination of Harkon's blow and the creeping sensation of fatigue from over-exertion, and the vampire knew he had to strike. "And you are a fool to think you can stop it. I'll kill you here and now and hunt down Auri-El's Bow myself!"

That was all he needed: Vulon out of the way, Serana back under his control, and Auri-El's Bow in his grasp. Yes, Vulon was supposed to deliver it to him along with Serana. Whatever reason it had for coming without it didn't matter to Harkon--weakness, he figured, weakness and failings on Vulon's part--were what he assumed it to be. And perhaps he was right, to a degree. Vulon was weak in many ways, and its fear of not being good enough was a self fulfilling prophecy of failure. But Vulon was far from unfamiliar with throwing prophecy iut the window. Slowly it got to its feet once more, its mighty spectral tail lashing behind it in anger, a snarl twisting its face into something hideous and unnatural.

"Such an easy task you had, to track down one measly bow and bring it to me. How could you fail something so simple!?" Harkon unleashed a blast of power at Vulon. The dragonborn took it head on, forced back several feet, feeling the sting of the blow. But whatever the magic was it didn't penetrate Vulon's armor and it still stood.

Vulon's own power built up inside it, eyes glowing bright as the sun, claws flexing as an unfamiliar tingle built at them. A warm golden glow was in its hands and, acting on instinct, Vulon lifted them. It's eyes widened in amazement as he felt a rush of otherworldly power flow through him, passing through its Soul and into its hands, and for a split second it was as though Vulon held the very sun within them. It was blinding; even Vulon had to close its eyes and turn its head from it, and when at last the glow died down and Vulon could look, it was met with a brilliant sight.

There in its hands, miraculously, was Auri-El's Bow. Still it glowed, radiance streaming out from it like a miniature sun and warming all who saw. All, except for Harkon-and-Bal. The pair stepped back, their doom imminent and Harkon's terror overwhelming him as Vulon gazed in awe at the bow. But their movement had its gaze snapping back up to their twisted form with something predatory glinting in its eyes, a mischievous smirk spreading across its face.

"Sike."

Vulon's mouth split into a wicked smile as once again that power--inside of it, and outside--built up once again. Holding the bow in its right hand its left began glowing again, the light emanating from between its fingers ripping apart the darkness still struggling to choke it out, before condensing into a solid form. A sunhallowed arrow, summoned by the creature chosen by Auri-El, by Akatosh, himself. It's glow intensified as it met the bow, Vulon's grin widening as it pulled back. Harkon was frozen in fear for several precious seconds before Bal wrestled control of his body from him and launched them forward. As he did Vulon released its grip on the arrow and it sprung from the bow with a glorious hum. Eyes wide with awe it watched as it struck the Vampire Lord, burning him at once, flesh bubbling around the radiant wound and melting away. A horrifying shriek, nearly deafening in volume, was torn from him as Harkon clutched at the arrow now embedded in his shoulder in a vain attempt to rip it out. And as he struggled Vulon summoned another, releasing it and striking Harkon right in the eye, knocking him back as another pained howl filled the air around him.

"I told you. None of this was for me. NONE of this was for my Lord. This. Is for. My FAMILY!!" Vulon readied another arrow, this one now surrounded by a flaming orange halo, a visible manifestation of Vulon's own power. It was for Sissel, the child it saw suffering from torment at the hands of her father, noe rescued and cared for and safe and loved. Loved by a new father--the Dragonborn, the Champion of Lord Boethiah--fierce and protective even if it could not take her fully into its life for all the danger that would pose. For Agmaer, a frightened young man with a deeply courageous heart, who saw the bad in the world rotting it from the inside out and steeled himself to carve it out even if it meant endangering himself in the process. For the countless Priests of Lord Boethiah in Morrowind that saw a creature plagued by its past, desperately fighting towards a better future, and giving it the support and love it needed to have that.

For Serana.

It had only known Serana for a short period of time but in her it saw its own life reflected, warped and twisted and violated by Molag Bal. Vulon swore to never let anyone suffer as it had and its passion in keeping that oath fueled it. And with this in mind, with love burning in its Soul, it unleashed one last arrow upon Harkon. It pierced his very heart and one last agonizing wail left the twisted Vampire Lord, loud enough to make Vukon's ears ring, as the glow of the arrows surrounded him, burned him, destroyed him.

In an instant, it was over. Harkon collapsed, body melted and charred and reduced to a vile mush of gore and bones, pulsating weakly before going still. Vulon felt its armor dissipate, the glow slowly fading from around it, now illuminated only by the bow. Then suddenly exhaustion hit it like a tidal wave and Vulon dropped to its hands and knees, bow clattering away, and took in a deep, ragged breath. Fatigue weighed heavily upon it, far heavier than it ever had, and it felt a powerful headache already beginning just behind its eyes. But it had to get up. It had to keep moving. There were still the other vampires, and it had to make sure the rest of the Dawnguard was alright. So, on shaking limbs it tried to stand, grasping the Bow once again, only to be stopped with a cold hand on its shoulder.

Vulon looked up, vision blurred, and met the gaze of Serana. Tears were in her eyes and she was clearly shaken. "Are you okay?" She whispered, voice barely audible. Vulon settled back down, only so it could grip her by the arm.

"Fuck, thats not important. Are YOU okay?" It asked. Serana looked, briefly, at the pile of gorey remains that was once her father, eyes seeming to glaze over as if that would protect her from the sight, before simply collapsing against Vulon. Falling to her knees she let out a choked sob, burying her face in the cold metal of its armor, and clung tightly to it. Vulon returned the embrace without a second thought. It squeezed her close, digging claws into her cape as if it could possibly draw her nearer, and let the woman wail into its shoulder as it held her tight as possible. Slowly it lifted a hand to rest it against her head, stroking her hair in what it hoped would be a comforting gesture, not sure what else to do--not sure if there was anything at all it could do.

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