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Just Like You | C.Hs

Pairing: vernon x reader

Genre: fluff, established relationship, catlover!

Summary: Hansol never understands what's on his kid's head. However, he ends up seeing himself in his kid. While everyone is saying the same thing about him: they never understand Hansol.

🌼Welcome to the club ma-baby Vernon!🌼

"What's wrong?" Hansol inquired, his eyebrows knitting together in concern as his son, Insu, bolted to his bedroom with the speed of lightning. You shot him a weary look and sighed, piquing his curiosity.

"Your son being 'your' son," you replied, with a mixture of amusement and exasperation evident in your tone.

Hansol chuckled, his hand gently stroking Mero, the venerable cat who seemed to have seen it all. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his curiosity piqued as he settled beside Rody, the mischievous feline counterpart to Insu.

You approached him and settled in front of him, Mero abandoning Hansol's lap for the cozy sanctuary of yours. "Do you remember how we ended up having these two?" you asked, motioning to the feline duo who were now basking in the attention.

Hansol nodded, though still puzzled by the sudden trip down memory lane, his fingers idly playing with Rody's fluffy fur.

Hansol and you were still in the dating phase when he stumbled upon Mero, almost squishing the tiny kitten underfoot on his way to your apartment. After a frantic cleanup session and a feast fit for a feline king, Mero settled into your lives with surprising ease.

"Want to rescue it?" Hansol blurted out, his impulsive nature winning out as he glanced at you with wide eyes filled with both concern and excitement.

You raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in your gaze. "Are you sure? We're pretty busy, you know. Do you have time to play kitten babysitter?"

Hansol nodded enthusiastically, his determination unwavering. "I can definitely make time for our newfound furry friend. Besides, cats are pretty independent creatures. They need their own space as well as i am."

Little did you know that agreeing to Hansol's proposal meant signing up for a lifetime subscription to "Cat Adoption Chronicles." Fast forward to your married life with a baby Insu, and you found yourself facing a similar scenario, only this time with Hansol justifying his latest feline acquisition as if he were rescuing a long-lost family member.

"Babe," he pleaded, holding the new kitten in his arms like it was the most precious treasure in the world, "I can't just leave him out there alone. It's like abandoning Insu on the streets!"

Sighing, you watched as Hansol remained oblivious to the revelation you were trying to convey. "Your son," you began, hoping to shed some light on the matter.

"Is just like you," you continued, hoping he would catch on. But alas, confusion still clouded his expression, his mind seemingly stuck on the obvious fact that of course Insu would take after him in many ways.

"He brought home cats again, from his daycare," you finally clarified, hoping the pieces would fall into place for Hansol.

Hansol's eyes widened in disbelief, his mind struggling to process the information. "Really?" he exclaimed, jumping up from his seat and rushing to Insu's door.

"Insu, can I come in?" he called out, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and excitement.

After a moment of silence, Insu's voice finally came through the door. "Wait a minute. I'll be there," he replied, his tone slightly sheepish.

As Hansol waited outside, locking gazes with you, his curiosity peaked.

"Yes, dad?" Insu emerged from his room, swiftly closing the door behind him, a little too quickly.

"Let's talk in your room," Hansol suggested, taking a step forward, only to be halted by Insu's tiny but determined frame, standing protectively in front of him.

Insu's defensive stance made him appear even more adorable than usual, and Hansol couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"No! It's... Messy! Yeah! Let's talk here, what's wrong, dad?" Insu's voice wavered as he tried to come up with an excuse, his eyes darting nervously around the room.

Hansol sighed and squatted down to Insu's height, his heart sinking at the sight of his son's distress. "Did you bring a cat home?" he asked gently, his voice laced with concern.

Unable to hold back his emotions any longer, Insu burst into tears, throwing his arms around his dad's neck in a tight embrace. "I'm sorry..." he choked out between sobs.

Hansol's heart ached at the sight of his son in distress. "Hey, hey, it's okay," he reassured, his hand rubbing soothing circles on Insu's back. "You don't need to apologize."

Insu sniffled, his tear-streaked face looking up at his dad with a mixture of guilt and sadness. "No... Mom said I shouldn't bring home any more cats or else Uncle Mero and Rody Hyung would get upset."

Hansol struggled to keep a straight face at the mention of "Uncle Mero and Rody Hyung," fighting back a laugh to avoid further upsetting his son. "Yes, your mom is right. Uncle Mero and Rody Hyung don't like it when there are other cats around."

Insu's shoulders slumped in dejection. "But they're so little, I couldn't leave them," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hansol's surprise was evident. "There's more than one?" he asked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief as Insu nodded, holding up three tiny fingers.

Glancing over at you, who was leaning against the doorframe with a knowing look, Hansol couldn't help but chuckle inwardly, silently conceding defeat with a sheepish grin. "Told ya," your expression seemed to say, and he couldn't argue with that.

"We can send them to the center tomorrow, but let's keep them until then," Insu negotiated, casting pleading looks between you and Hansol.

You nodded in agreement, whispering, "Just don't let Mero and Rody know," which only added to Insu's excitement.

Hansol acknowledged with a nod before lifting Insu into his arms and following his lead to the designated hiding spot for the kittens.

"There," Insu pointed to his toy box, which was already prepared with makeshift beds and supplies.

Hansol's heart melted at the sight of the tiny creatures nestled among the toys. "Oh my goodness, they're still so small," he exclaimed softly, his protective instincts kicking in. "I don't think they should eat the same food as Mero and Rody, Insu."

Insu's shoulders slumped, disappointment evident on his face. "Right, Daddy... Should we buy them some milk?" he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper.

You watched from the doorway as Hansol and Insu discussed the kittens' needs, a warm smile tugging at the corners of your lips. It was moments like these that made all the chaos of parenthood worth it.

After a while, Hansol turned to you with pleading eyes, echoing Insu's earlier plea. "Can we keep them?" he asked, his gaze filled with the same hopeful innocence as your son's.

You shrugged nonchalantly before turning to leave, but Hansol wasn't about to let you off the hook that easily. Later, he approached you to ensure your agreement, knowing full well that your initial indifference might just be a front.

"What should we name them, Insu?" Hansol asked, turning his attention back to their newest family members.

"Kim for the black fur one, Tteok for the white fur one, and the orange one will be..." Insu trailed off, his brow furrowing in concentration.

"Gam!" they both exclaimed in unison before bursting into laughter, the joy of their newfound companionship filling the room.

"Uncle! This is Tteok, she eats a lot and she has a big tummy!" Insu proudly introduced the kittens to Jihoon, his favorite uncle, his excitement palpable even through the phone.

You could hear Jihoon's laughter on the other end of the line. "Wow! You two are alike! Remember when you brought five kittens to the apartment? We had to kick Seokmin out because of his allergies."

You couldn't help but scoff at the memory. "Irony," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head at the absurdity of it all.

"Is Y/n okay with Insu bringing home kittens? Did she let you keep them?" Jihoon's voice held a hint of curiosity as he inquired about your reaction.2

Insu nodded vigorously. "Dad talked to mom, and she let me keep them," he explained proudly, his smile widening at the memory.

Jihoon's laughter echoed through the phone, making you roll your eyes playfully. "I can only imagine how wide and endless your wife's patience must be," he joked, his amusement evident in his voice.

"Say it louder, Jihoon," you called out from behind them as you walked past your husband and son, unable to resist joining in on the banter.

"I don't know! I could never understand him, honestly," Jihoon admitted with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders in mock confusion.

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curvykittyyssmutfics · 2 months

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Dating Both Boys (NSFW Alphabet)

A = Aftercare: The boys are very aware they both leave your whole body soiled and brain fucked so stupid that it's only fair to run you a nice warm bubble bath, help wash away their cum and soothe your sore overworked limbs. Sometimes you put the pussy on em so good that Satoru falls into a dreamlesss slumber soon as he nuts, snorin in your ear with his softening length still lodged deep inside you. But Suguru ain't the one. Holds his nose till he gasps dramatically, ice blue eyes shootin open. "Wake up idiot. Go get the bath ready for her."

B = Body Part (fave): "Mouth!" Suguru's cheeks heat when his answer spills from his lips before you can get the question out. "Sorry. Just really love kissin you." "Aw, how sweet Sugu!" "And.. Seein your plump lips all glossed up, slidin up and down my dick.. Shit really does somethin to me.." "Sugu! Tsk. Can tell Toru's been a bad influence on you." Now Satoru comes up with a different response everytime, filthy ass gropin wherever he can reach each time you bring the topic up to get a direct answer. "Baby, how can I choose? You're so fuckin perfect. There's no part of you that can't make me nut till I drop." You shake your head at the horny fuck. "Maybe I should ask your dick instead since you only think with him, fuckin THOT." "Touchè, baby. Touchè.."

C = Cum: Since your white haired sorcerer is nothin short of an absolute terrorizing menace, he finds satisfaction in blanketing your face with his cum whenever you allow it. Will really jerk his cock off all in your grill and cum a second time if he doesn't deem the first load big enough. "Hmm.. Think that's enough. Can barely open your eyes now, pretty mama. Let's go show Sugu!" For Suguru it's a tie between stuffin your throat or cunt. Loves when you stick your tongue out to show him the mess before swallowin your reward. Sometimes he's nice enough to let you decide. "Tell me ma, should I feed this mouth up here? Or do your pretty brown lips below wanna taste this nut?"

D = Dirty Secret: You stumble upon the skeleton in their closet one bright sunny afternoon comin home from class. You'd stayed later to have a word with Yaga, declining the boys offer to wait up. You're just not expectin to catch a savage Satoru brutally mounting Suguru doggystyle inna way that makes you 100% sure this ain't the first time. You stare wide eyed through the cracked bedroom door, hand clamped over your mouth, thighs pressing together as your pussy flutters to the sight. Both men on the bed facin you, gruntin and growlin like hungry predators. Satoru feels your presence but pretends otherwise. Disgusting filth drippin from his lips as he speeds the pace, smackin Suguru's flesh and yankin on his dark locks so hard that he cries out like a whore. You watch intently, stunned but so fuckin turned on. Sure they've touched each other in front of you, handjobs and such, but it had always seemed like they only engaged cause it turned you into a supersoaker. You ain't never seen no orgasmic shit like this. Gotta slide your fingers into your panties for some well needed relief, mentally smackin yourself when a small moan slips out. "Well, well, well.. Looks like we got an audience Sugu." Satoru finally acknowledges you, not bothering to slow his hips as he tugs Suguru from the pillows by his tangled hair. His dark eyes meet yours, tinted cheeks flushin an even brighter red as shame fills his core. It was an interesting fuckin evening for sure.

E = Experience: Satoru of course was a man whore before he convinced you to give him a shot. You assume he'll be quite versed in the art of all things sexual and for the most part, he is. Skilled and so quick to get excited when he sees how good you're feelin. But sometimes you need to readjust his fingers or hips to the correct angle, remind him not to rush cause none of you aren't goin anywhere. "There, Toruuu.. Right there but not so fast. Got all night- right Sugu?" As far as your other boyfriend was concerned, you hit the fuckin jackpot cause he was a virgin when you guys started dating. It really is a holy experience to be able to corrupt thee Suguru Geto. Though you feel bad when Satoru teases him on you bein the only pussy he's ever gotten. "Shut up Toru. Or I'll tie you up, not let you cum while you watch me drain Sugu's fat balls." Satoru smacks his lips and the back of Suguru's head in irritation. "See woman? You be choosin.."

F = Favorite Position: Satoru's breath catches in his throat, a glowing brightness fraying the edges of his vision the first time he gets you on all fours, baring witness to that almost back breakin arch. You're a godess to him, especially in this position- perfect round ass jiggling widly, smackin his pelvis in thundering claps. Sticky strings of your shared arousal connecting you both every time he pulls his hips back. Don't get him started on your reactions. Your feral as shit in this position. "Fuck, could you be any louder? Hm? No really baby, can you? Let's test it out." Suguru doesn't agree with Satoru on much but your ass is definitely just as hypnotizing to him. Though he prefers you in reverse cowgirl, smackin both hands down your dimpled cheeks till they burn more than your strained thighs. Even spreads them, smilin when you get all shy and flabbergasted as he stares longingly at your winking holes. Doesn't ever forget to make sure a mirrors nearby so he doesn't miss your tits matchin the rythym of your voluptuous hips. "Good God, y/nnn.. Killin me baby- oh fuck! Bouta cum!" "Nooo, only b-been a few minutes Suguuu!"

G = Goofy: The three of you've been together so long, bond so deeply rooted, they absolutely feel free to be carelessly humorous with you. Even in vulnerable moments. Satoru especially, lovin to put his mean dom twist on it. Mocks your strangled pleas and breathless cries of his name as he grins and wreaks havoc on your clit. Suguru is more reserved when he's inside you. Mostly waits for you to initiate; usually a dirty joke bout how big he is. He offers a huffed chuckle and a quick quip as he takes you apart piece by piece. "All the better to fuck you with my dear."

H = Hair: The carpet absolutely matches the drapes on these gorgeous hunk of men. Does it really surprise a soul that Suguru keeps his shit as neat as the hair on his head? Both men trim, though Satoru may forget and need a reminder. Bonus: Your fresh out the bath, towel wrapped round your curvy body snugly, sittin on the edge of the tub. Your lookin for an escape route as Suguru stands by the sink pleading with you. "Please y/n? All you gotta do is lay back and spread for us." "Ew. Why Sugu? So freakin gross!" You whine back. "No it's not. Perfectly normal thing for couples to do. Right, Toru?" You both look to a chill Satoru leaned against the bathroom doorway. "Course it is. But even if it weren't, that wouldn't stop us sweetheart. You should know that by now." "But I always shave myself down there. Why do you want to?" "Cause it'll bring us closer baby, you'll see." You look at Satoru again but he shrugs, giftin you a dazzling smile. "Fine." You grumble. "Great! Toru go get the bowl of water and razor in the kitchen, you know where." "On it!" He whizzes from the room as you instantly realize this was prearranged. "Fuckin freaky plotters!"

I = I Love You: Even though Satoru's shallow ass confessed during sex, he meant it with all his heart. But neither you or Suguru had said it yet and rejection was an experience he wasn't fond of. Regardless, it slips one day when he's got you missionary. Fingers linked as he sensually makes love to you, nut just over the horizon. You're so needy, beggin him to tell you how good you're makin him feel; to tell you how much he needs you. "Oh fuck yes you're a good girl. No one can take me better baby. Mmm.. Please don't ever take my pussy away.. Ahhh- so good sweetheart! Love it so much. Looove this pussy.. Shiiit cummin, y/n! Love you so much, babygirl!" With Suguru it comes when you offer the perfect solution to the issue of the curses he swallows tastin like shit onna stick, although it takes a considerable amout of your cursed energy and temporarily weakens you severely. "Can't believe you did this for me. Thank you, princess. So so fuckin much. I appre- no y/n. I love you. Love you forever and a day, babe."

J = Jerking Off: It's all Suguru knew at one point so now that he's sampled sex with you, he's grown a serious disliking to makin himself cum. But he doesn't like to impose on you. You're a busy woman, as well as you put in a lot of time and energy into keepin both your men happy in any way you can. So when he gets an inkling that you need a break, he'll head to the bathroom to handle business. Makes sure to bring his cell, full of sexy pics and vids of his lovers. Satoru is a bit more selfish. Realistically, the man probably only jerks off alone 7-8 times a year. Makes sure that either of his partners lend a helping hand whenever he gets too pent up. Other than that if his hands on his dick it's aim or tease.

K = Kink: Suguru's into a lil role play, spit kink, edging, a smidge of voyeurism and a whole lotta breeding. Might actually die of embarrasment if you ever found out about the latter. Told Satoru they'd battle to the death if he ever snitched. Wants 10 babies that look just like his lovers. You're both so beautiful, can you blame him? And Satoru has too many kinks to count, we'd be here all day tryin to list em all. But some of his faves include light BDSM, Daddy kink sprinkled with some puppy play, and of course some somno. He wasn't sure how to introduce the last one into the fold though. How was he ever supposed to tell his princess, or even Suguru for that matter, that he drools daily fantasizing about slidin into your unconscious body. Wants to see if he can fuck that perfect pussy to an orgasm while you sleep, needs you to lay there all warm and pliant, oblivious to him usin you like a pocket pussy.

L = Location: Satoru is a connoisseur of public relations. Literally any fuckin where. The amount of joy he finds from you pullin out all the stops in effort to hold in your pitchy moans is fuckin sickening. From him feastin on your pulsing clit in the car in the movie theater parking lot to fingerin you in a booth at your fave restaurant. It's all the more worse when he taunts you with his soft pink mouth, kissin up and down your neck tenderly as you try to hide the way your eyes cross behind your menu. But Suguru beats Satoru in depravity this time. It's a whole new level of sick how much he delighted in fuckin you in your childhood bed when you take them to meet your parents. You thank God they ran to the store to grab a few items to for dinner. Satoru begrudgingly plays watch-out by the front door as Suguru fucked you so hard he splintered the headboard against the wall. He's been absolutely infatuated with doin it again since.

M = Motivation: It doesn't take much to get the boys ready for some action. You poke fun at them constantly bout how easy it is to make their dicks rise to the occasion. But they take it on the chin easily cause they know its 100% true. They'll never not be able to get hard for you at the drop of a dime, even after a couple rounds. Run your fingers through Suguru's black mane, nails scratching his scalp how he likes and now he's sittin in front of you, avoiding eye contact as he tries to hide the tent in his pants. "Not my fault Sugar- you know what that does to me!" It's even less work for Satoru, only havin to give him your signature bedroom eyes. He's immediately hard, trippin over his pants and underwear while he tries to take them off as he chases you to the bedroom. "Better come back- y/n! Bring my pussy back here, now!"

N = No: There just isn't many ways for you to gross your men out or turn them off. With that being said shit play and piss play isn't in the cards for you three. Like thanks, but no thanks! Well.. except that one time you told Satoru to stop as he bounced you on his dick, moaning out that you had to pee. He refused. Chalked it up to you gettin ready to squirt, like you were known to do from time to time. But Mr. Know It All was wrong and got wet the fuck up. His only response was to slam you down by your shoulders and creampie you with a loud pitiful whine. To this day he argues that you squirted. "Nice try. But not likely, sir." "Well.. Either way I'm fuckin." "You really are a fuckin freak, Toru."

O = Oral: Neither are stingy in the department. Both your boy's eyes light up like kids in a candy store when they get to eat you out. In part to satiate their own needs but also because of how much they know you enjoy it. Suguru waits with bated breath to hear yours catch when he holds your gaze and slowly sinks to his knees in front of you. Cums untouched the way you shudder as he nurses your nub, thick thighs squeezin his ears tight as hell. And Satoru's equally obsessed with the taste of you. The times you allow him to tie you up though.. It's a roll if the dice if he's gonna overstim you or not. Usin his mouth is his fave way to overwhelm you, big hands tuggin you back onto his swollen lips when you attempt to run from his talented tongue.

P = Pace: It's just depends on the mood. Chiiile.. Both of em are waaay too versatile to stick with a singular speed. One of the reasons why your guys sex life's so great is because of how spontaneous they are- in every way. Satoru especially, peepin your reactions; waitin till your nice and relaxed, gradually stroking in before pullin out, angling just right and fuckin in quicker than speedy gonzales. Drools how your fat jiggles from his sudden jarring thrusts. "Aww. Poor lil cry baby.. What's that, honey? Faster? Heh. Anything for you baby." Similarly Suguru will tease you too. Or just plain out ask you what your in the mood for. "So how you wanna doin this thang, mama? Want me to play nice or not? ... Oh yeah? Better cancel your plans then girl. Finna tear it up.."

Q = Quickie: Suguru's much better at em than Satoru. Makes sure you not to wrinkle your clothes if there's not enough time to strip you. And always asks where you want him to cum so it's not an inconvenience. "Ahhh fuck.. It's comin honey- where you want it? ... Inside? Ohhh thank fuck, here it is sweet girl. Take that shit.." But Satoru loves to ravish you so he turns his nose up at quickies. That's not to say his pussy whipped ass isn't gonna fuck but he always rolls his eyes and huffs in exasperation when you tell him to hurry up or becareful of your hair. "Fuckin hell, woman.. Would you shush up and lemme do my job while you do yours? Just sit pretty and take this dick like a good girl."

R = Risk: Satoru's always game to experiment when it comes to doin shit to you. A bit more reserved concerning you wantin to do somethin he considers to be 'psychotic'. "Oh come on Toru. Don't be a scaredy cat!" He stiffens, chiseled chest pokin out as he lays up all spread out on the bed with you in between his legs. "It's just a finger! You know you've done a lot worse to Sugu." Satoru sputters at you, arms crossin across his chest indignantly. "Whatever. I'm not saying no, I said go slow." "Ok, ok.. yeesh.. Big baby." You say the latter under your breath with a smirk. "Heard that shit, woman!" Now Suguru's just as cautious. And that's probably a good thing since you guys tend to test each others limitations. "Y/n, you can't be serious! You realize you're just gonna give the egomaniacal bastard another power trip, right?" He fumes at a silent grinning Satoru. "Please baby, it's for me. Forget he's even there. Focus on me, handsome." You advise him sweetly, gently pushin him to his knees. Finally givin Satoru the opportunity to force his dick between Suguru's dark blush lips. He does as you say, holding your adoring gaze, large palms settling on Satoru's narrow hips. "Thats it, just like that Sugu. Doin so well, don't even need any help." Satoru pants and groans, holdin the sides of Suguru's head as he eases in and out of his warm wet mouth, mentally noting the lack of a gag reflex. "Fuuuuck, she ain't lyin babe. You're a fuckin natural."

S = Stamina: You can get your men to cum multiple times during a session, both bein able to shoot about 3-4 nuts before the overstimulation is damn near crippling. Though on the norm, since you already have two big strong men to take care of, they let you off the hook with an orgasm each. Can't blame a girl for being good at doin the do! But to set the record straight, they can fuck way longer than you can take. You usually max out your stamina by the end of round 2. But neither ever mind. They just scoop you up and carry your fatigued frame to the shared bathroom. "My poor tired woman. Had to use the safe word.. Did so good for us though, mama. That right, Toru?" A nude half hard Satoru trails behind, feelin a smidge of guilt at your half conscience state. "Fuck yeah. You did 'mazin tonight, sweetheart. Don't worry, we'll take care of you now. ... And Sugu.. Maybe later.. You can finish takin care of me?" His tone pathetically hopeful. "For cryin out loud, horndog. Can we just get her cleaned up first? ... Then we'll, uh... We'll see what happens." The giddy bounce Satoru does in obvious anticipation as he runs your bath, lengthy cock now drippin and at full mass again, makes Suguru blush like a virgin.

T = Toys: Ofcourse y'all add a few toys to the mix every now and again. You prefer air pulsing vibrators instead of the extra intense devices that can be numbing. The boys love using em as foreplay, otherwise they're mainly for when you're alone. Satoru has a good size chest of shit- whips, nipple clamps, ball gags and even an unassembled sex swing. There's a bunch more and you haven't tried em all yet but can't wait. But you like to play and feign disinterest when he brings up his nasty lil box. They know better though. Suguru's not entirely experienced when it comes to this area but even he notices how much wetter you get when they use toys. And it's no problem when Satoru has to teach him how to use some of em on you cause he's a real quick learner. There's just somethin real naughty bout seein you cuffed to the spreader bar, sight never fails to get him impatient as hell. "Move Toru, needa fuck her first tonight." He breathes, rudely bumpin Satoru to the side with his shoulder. "Ok, ok. Geez, Sugu. Don't gott be a dick bout it. And try not to cum too quick this time." He chuckles at the blatant eagerness, but Suguru's not amused. "Quiet. Or I'll put you in the spreader and fuck you next." He's just talkin shit, already sinkin into your heat and forgetting bout Satoru's incessant taunting. So preoccupied with you that he misses the way Satoru's dick twitches as he gulps audibly, imagining Suguru's empty threat in his filthy mind.

U = Uncut: Satoru's circumcised with a lengthy cock. You often wonder if it's as long as his lanky body, how far it reaches inside, easily able to jam your poor gspot repeatedly if need be. He's got your throat trained real good without even tryin cause of how thick it is. But it just doesn't compare to the depth this man reaches inside you. He's got more veins than Suguru too. Your fave protrudes and twists round his base, beggin to be licked when he's fully hard. But Suguru's uncut, almost as extended as Satoru, though has a more girth to him. Takes him no time for his cock to rage red when he's been stiff for too long. Also spills alot more precum than Satoru. Loves when you pull the skin back and suck softly, effectively siphoning the clear fluid from his slit till he's nuttin a big fat load down your throat.

V = Volume: To this day you don't know why Suguru sometimes tries to bite his lips or fist to muffle the beautiful noises that slip out. His deep gruff grunts are so quiet, opting to tell you in words how good he feels or when he's bout to cum. It's something you work on, constantly reminding him there's no shame in voicing how good he feels. But when you put the pussy on him too good or he's too pent up, which is pretty often, he's less self conscious. Huffin and puffin against your moist mouth, lewd phrases tumbling from him nonstop. You're not even sure he knows what he's saying half the time. You're eventually inhaling his loud piteous moans into your mouth as he loses his mind in your lil puss. And of course we all know Satoru's a screamer. He never shuts the fuck anyway, so why would he do so in the bedroom? It's starts of with booming cries into your ear that eventually end up with wails of how good you feel echoing round the room. He's not doing it on purpose, but as soon as his mouth opens when he's in-between your thighs, you and your neighbors are definitely bout to hear an earful.

W = Wild Card: (Fucking to Music) It's something you initiated but Satoru was definitely wit it. Boys got more rythym in his hips than you and it should be fuckin illegal. You give him a list of your favorite love makin songs and he brings back a playlist, adding a few nasty songs of his own that got no business bein played anywhere but Functions. He's loves gettin you in missionary, rollin his hips into yours seductively as he matches the slow beat. An aroused sob rips from your chest out your mouth when he lessens the pace, singing the words quietly at your ear as he cages you to the bed. This is when Suguru's voyeurism kicks in, skin heatin up as lays in bed next to you guys; watchin your love making turn to frenzied fucking as the song changes, taking notes on how Satoru's tempo never strays from the flow of the music. Can't wait to show you what he can do next.

X = X-ray: Satoru likes to be ready for the pussy at drop of a dime so you're used to him goin commando most days but you are so not a fan.. Even when you tease him, tossin him a clean pair of Suguru's boxers and tellin him he's onna coochie restriction if he dont start wearin some damn drawers round here. "Fuck is that?" You scoff and put your hands on your shapely hips. "Means you aint gettin no pussy till you start wearin underwear, you lil hoe." He clutches his heart, feigning chest pains as you roll your eyes at his dramatics. "Don't play with me like that sweetheart. Guess you win.." You really don't though. The next time you yank down his bottoms, eyes wide before grippin your belly in hysterics at the fact that he's wearing a pair of your lacy panties. "Satoru!" You manage through your giggle fit but he only professes his innocence."What? I'm just doin what you told me to! Do I get the pussy now?" Suguru watches the reoccurring debacle in amusement, glad he has no issue with wearin his trusted snug black boxer briefs. You always make sure to give him extra big smooch when they're bout to leave the house, opting to ruffle Satoru's soft white hair instead as you try not grin at his pout. "What? Not my fault Sugu's a good boy that doesn't walk round in public slangin his dick print everywhere." Satoru huffs his disdain for Suguru's 'ass kissin', declaring him a teachers pet.

Y = Yearning: Between your two sex crazed men, their libido is very very high. It's to be expected since your guys attraction and chemistry has been on point since before you officially started dating. It really is like were made for one another. But if they're not specifically careful, they'll easily wear you out. It's unavoidable, you just turn them on too fuckin much. Suguru will even try to slake his desires by jerking off over your tired frame after they've fucked you into exhaustion. "Shit! 'S not enough, forgive me baby. Just need a lil more. Won't fuck you anymore, dont worry! Just need to feel you, my one and only girl." Rubs his cock all over your sweaty body cause his hand just doesn't compare to any part of your soft flawless mocha frame. Cums as he trace his dick across your stretch marks, moaning how pretty and perfect you are. "F-fuuuck.. So sorry, honey. Ahshit! Gonna let you rest, almost done. Just lemme- ohhh fuck, 'm cummin!" Satoru can't contain himself either, difference bein he doesn't even attempt to. Sometimes Suguru has to leave when he's still fuckin you, reminds Satoru that you might need a break soon on his way out but all he gets is a noncommitted hum. You try nudging at his abdomen, keening as he speeds his thrusts but Satoru only covers your mouth. Smile sinister as you scratch at his hand and push at his chest with wide eyes, muffled cries for Suguru goin unheard as your savior walks out the front door oblivious to your torture. Satoru fucks you even faster, fallin in love with your tight lil puss all over again. "Whose gonna save you now, y/n?"

Z = Zzz: Like previously mentioned, Satoru gets so drunk on your pussy it's written in the stars that he's driftin off soon as he nuts for the last time. Doesn't wanna squish his princess so will quickly turn you on your side or back, big dick still tucked deep inside as he drags you against his large warm body. "One sec.. Honey.. So tired, gonna.. get up inna.." Zzz. Suguru usually has to rectify the situation, pullin you from a whining Satoru or just plain smackin him. Loses all his patience if it's his turn to fuck. SLAP! "Ow! The fuck, Sugu?! What was that for?" He blinks rapidly, the nerve to actually be disoriented when he wasn't even supposed to be asleep! "Cause your in the way of my pussy, idiot. Don't pretend you ain't tackle me to the floor when it was your turn." Suguru replies, movin to smack him again. Now he of course he's just as tired as Satoru when he finishes. But only falls asleep right after if you decline aftercare. Snuggles up to the closest warm body and drifts into a peaceful slumber after a quick replay of the night's events in his weary mind.

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mi-dori · 5 months

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❦𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙❦

Game: Honkai Star Rail

G!p Reader

Prompt: High school reader decides to mess with an old spell book and the results from it left her passed out ;)

Warnings: Sub! Reader, Dom! Succubus Kafka, blowjob, creampie

Friday nights were the nights where the teens would party and enjoy themselves but not for you. You'd rather stay home and watch movies or play games than going out, however, this Friday night was different. You had recently cleaned out your attic and found an old book that was taken over with cobwebs and dust. You set that aside and resumed your cleaning. Now as you were finally finished, you decided to investigate the book and much to your surprise, it was a spell book.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. The spells were in a different language and many strange symbols were on each page. You stumbled upon an eye catching spell with a beautiful symbol at the top and as your hand glided across the page, you became enchanted and wanted to try out the spell. As your gut told you it was a bad idea, you ignored the feeling and went about setting up the area. No one knows what you were about to get yourself into but somehow you weren't scared.

The fear however started creeping up as you recited the spell and waited in the dead silence. The lights in your house turned off and you froze on your bed, even after you felt a hand slowly gliding down your shoulders and onto your chest. You were scared to death by the growls that resounded right by your ears. "Well well well~ it's been eons since I was summoned~ tell me young one, why have you summoned me?"

A soft, seductive voice asked you and you found yourself unable to answer. Her long slender fingers played with the hem of your shirt and the belt of your pants. "Well do you know what I do to little kids who loves to trouble things that they don't know about? I take... really good care of them~ until they are left shaking~"

"I-is that supposed to be a threat?..." you mumbled out as you watched her inch dangerously close to your now raging erection. A sultry chuckled escaped her lips and before you know it, she was right infront of you. Your breath hitched as you took in her beauty. She looked nothing like a demon would; she looked more human, with only the horns and tail giving away her demonic nature.

"What's wrong little one? Are you caught in a trance?~"

She placed herself on your lap and pressed down on your crotch, applying pressure and force to feel how hard you've become. Whimpers spilled from your mouth as she worked on your dick, softly moaning. Her lips were inches away from yours, however, she moved them to your neck and lips, biting and sucking to her desires.

She pulled away to admire the designs she left on your neck and you became a flustered mess. "Hmm~ whatever shall I do with you?~" she trailed a finger down your shirt, her long nails ripping it in process. Once the shirt was damaged she pulled it off and worked on your pants, leaving you fully nude, your rock hard dick springing to life as it hit your abdomen.

She hungrily licked her lips at the sight of you making you shudder under her explicit gaze. "Lay back for me little one." And just that you did, without any hesitation. The succubus before you barley had on any clothes as it is so you could already see the wetness dripping down her core. She trailed kisses down from your neck to your abdomen and she stopped before she could even reach the place where you wanted her more.

Her hands gripped your hardened cock and she slowly started to pump it while maintaining eye contact and boy you could just get lost in those wine red eyes. "I can feel the amount of stress you have. Let me release them~"

She inserted the tip into her mouth and you let out a soft moan. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she pushed into the rest of the inches. Your abdomen flexed as she sucked in your dick, almost like she was inhaling it. Her mouth was warm and wet, a perfect combination to make you bust. As she sucked and sucked, you let out soft whimpers and moans.

At this point, you were so glad you found that spell book. "I-I'm cumming! Don't stop!" Right on cue, she let go with a 'pop' sound. "W-why did you stop?!"

"Oh? Are you raising your voice at me? Oh darling I can leave you all desperate and horny like this. But, it's a good thing you're cute. Now come on, and get working." She was on her hands and knees, her hole puckered and awaiting. With shaky hands, you aligned your dick at her entrance and pushed in slowly.

Kafka let out a very loud and slutty moan. Your dick was so thick it started to stretch her walls and not even the whole length was in. She thrusted into you, pushing all in one go as you groaned. "Don't cum unless I do." Her voice was shaky but it still held that seductive tone.

You held onto her hips and started thrusting at a normal pace. "Go faster," she growled at you.

"Y-yes ma'am!" You obliged to her wishes and increased your pace, the bed rocking against the wall. Kafka let out eat spilting moans and so did you. "Fuck you're so tight! I'm gonna cum!"

"Ughh~ ah~" she held onto the headboard for leverage and without a warning, she came undone and so did you. Ropes of cum shot into her womb and when you pulled out, her cum mixed with yours flowed out like a waterfall through her gaping pussy.

You laid back on the bed panting for air until you felt a heavy weight on your lap. "You thought I was done? Oh little one this is just the beginning." With her cunning smile, you and kafka went in so many positions that night.

By the end of it, you were passed out while kafka still bounced on your cock. It was the last one before she took her leave, smiling at herself because she knew that wouldn't be the last time she'd visit. It was the first of many.

A/n: Welp-

That took me three days to write. I know it's bad but yeah...

#hsr kafka #kafka x reader #honkai star rail kafka #kafka smut #hsr smut #honkai star rail smut #kafka x reader smut

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persefolli · 1 year

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Hi can I request a Jake x short female reader x Tonowari where she is shy and a bit anxious at times, she starts relying on them more for affection and wants to be near them a lot when she’s not busy but thinks she’s bothering them too much after awhile and distances herself from them but one day they find her sleeping in their home with her holding an item each belonging to them and wake her up feeling how cold she is and she pulls them towards her asking if they can hug her and when they do, she doesn’t want to let them go and asks them not to leave her as she is feeling vulnerable and touch starved which causes her anxiety to occur more and they hug her and keep her warm for as long as she needs? Thanks

𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡-𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Hi Ma Jake.” You found yourself throwing your arms around the neck of a sitting Jake. His head was leaned over, looking over some maps and straining to analyze them.

“Y/n.” He raised your hand to his lips and pressed a soft kiss to them.

“It’s so late. Come to bed.”

Jake groaned and shook his head. “I would love to, but I just can’t tonight.” He rejected your offer. “I have a lot to go over and I just won’t have time for sleep.”

As much as you wanted to argue him down, you knew he wouldn’t budge. There were times where he made it clear that work came before anyone, even his own health. “Okay.” You said silently. Removing your arms from him you went walking across the pod, to the back where Tonowari sat up weaving something.

“Ma wari.” You stood in the doorway with a smile.

“Y/n. How are you?”

“Good.” You twisted your foot into the floor. “You going to bed anytime soon?”

“I’m afraid not. We’re hunting tomorrow and I'm gonna need this trap finished pronto.” He held up the loosely finished trap he was constructing.

“It's so late though.” You groaned.

“You don’t have to wait for me sweetheart. Go snag up Jake, I'll be there later.”

A wave of sadness washed over you as you nodded and walked away in defeat. Both of them had rejected your offer to go to bed and it was more damaging to the ego than it seemed. You couldn't remember the last time you had felt them in bed with you, hug you, even a small pat on your back. It felt loveless, but you couldn't tell them that.

Morning came and you woke up to an empty pod, once again. There wasn’t much for you to do, considering that you really only partook in fishing, and they called different people on different days. Today was not your day. You wandered around Awa’atlu, stopping at vendors and asking them if they needed any sort of assistance. Many rejected you, but you managed to help out an older woman who was selling fruits.

After that you did some more wandering, and stumbled upon Jake and his warriors who had emptied a part of the reef to practice sparring. Discreetly you inched closer to the crowd, and watched how the young na’vi men tackled and put each other on the ground.

“Y/n!” You snapped your head up to see Jake looking with a confused look.

You waved and signaled to him that you were just watching. He smiled and nodded, looking back towards the training recruits. You wanted so badly to go and climb to the platform he was on and hug him, be under his arm as the two of you watched, but that was unacceptable. All his attention needed to go on with his work.

Drained by just seeing him, you began walking home, kicking at rocks as you did so.

They had to be distant for a reason.

No normal couple gives each other less attention unless it's something else capturing it. You had no stable job, no duties, no obligations, and they did. It probably annoyed them how free you did. And by asking them to hang with you, you probably unintentionally rubbed it in their face.

You huffed, not wanting your brain to turn that into reality.

You silently walked into your quiet home, and began browsing around at stuff. Looking at how everything was organized, you came across some interesting trinkets. A headband Jake wore when flying his ikran. You put it on and went over to the mirror to look at it. You adjustedit on your head and nodded in approval when it was set straight. Bored, you went to the weapons area of the pod, and began digging through the heavy machinery. Not finding anything nice, you looked at the melee items, which ended up homing one of Tonowari’s spears.

You grabbed the large weapon and walked back, twirling it in your hands and playing with the thing.

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“My back hurts like hell!” Jake exclaimed.

“Welcome to getting older.” Tonowari joked.

The two men laughed as they entered the pod. They halted once they saw you sitting in the chair, leaning with your head thrown back and mouth open as you snored. “Y/n.” Tonowari sat his items down and walked over. You still had a tight grip on his spear you had stolen earlier, so he pried your hands from the item.

“Y/n!” Jake said a little louder. “It’s a little cold in here don’t you think?”

Your eyes started to slowly flutter open, making out the shapes of your two lovers. Suddenly you shot up, looking between both of them with frantic eyes. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“You were pretty deep in.” Jake reached forward. You leaned into him and allowed him to pick you up, carrying you to the bedroom while Tonowari followed behind you two. Jake noticed how your head was buried in his neck and how your breathing started to slow again. He softly laid you in the bed and climbed in next to you. “Playing with our stuff while we’re gone?” He teased. You felt heat rushing to your cheers and shook your head. “No…just missed the two of you.”

Tonowari took a seat on the edge of the bed, facing the wall. “Missed us.”

You reached out and pulled Tonowari back. He turned to crawl in bed next to you, scooting in close.

“I haven’t felt you two in a while.” You said with your eyes closed, head leaned against Wari’s chest.

Jake's facial expression dropped as he thought back to multiple instances throughout the week where he would brush off a hug or a kiss unintentionally. He let out a groan, now knowing why you’ve been being more coy with your affection.

“I'm so sorry baby.” He grabbed your hand and began stroking your flesh with his thumb. You felt Tonowari press a kiss to your temple, leaving a cold feeling where his lips once were. “We’ll start coming to bed on time. I promise.” He reassured.

“Dinner and Bed.” Jake corrected. “We didn’t court you just to neglect you like this.”

You smiled with your eyes closed, grateful that this ended in a better way that you imagined, even better that they were now next to you. As you were still tired, you began to fall asleep, warm and comfortable between your two lovers.

#persefolliwrites #persefolli #wattpad #avatar the way of water #angst #atwow #jake sully #tonowari #avatar #avatar2 #jake x reader x tonowari #jake x reader #tonowari x reader

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spooky-bunnys · 11 months

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Request idea so the reader is a gardener for the phantomhive manor and Sebastian sometimes sees the reader take food scraps, milk and a few medical supply and heads deep into the garden. Sebastian out of curiosity secretly follows the reader and sees that the reader is feeding a bunch of stray cats and tend to the wounds some of the cats have

I added a twist. Hope you Enjoy!

Momma Cat

Sebastian x Male Reader

If there was one thing the workers were thankful for. It was (Name). He helped Finny with the garden. So when he messed up (Name) would do what he can before Sebastian or the Young Master found out. Which is what happened right now. Finny had planted the wrong roses so (Name) was removing the roses planted and replanting the correct roses.

As he got more towards the middle of the garden he heard hissing. Alarmed (Name) jumped up. He knows the Young Master is allergic to cats but....they're so fucking cute! (Name) quickly made his way to where he heard the noise. When he made it to the center he stumbled across what looked like a slightly pregnant black cat.

What surprised him was that she was fighting an orange tabby cat. She looked to be losing and he couldn't handle the thought of what'd happen if she did. (Name) quickly grabbed the orange cat by the scruff of his neck. The cat upon being picked up froze. (Name) shook his head and walked away from the other cat. When he made it to the forest (Name) ushered the orange cat away before returning.

When he returned he noticed how injured and hungry the future mom cat looked. So (Name) quietly snuck into the kitchen. Snatching some bandages (He makes sure to have a first aid kit in almost every room because his friends are always getting hurt), a small bowl of milk, and some chicken scraps from his earlier lunch. When he came back the black cat instinctively hissed at him.

(Name) instantly raised his hands before slowly lowering the bowl where he mixed the chicken and milk. Not tasty for a human but the cat loved it. (Name) slowly got to work on cleaning and aiding her. He made sure to keep his hands away from her stomach knowing she'll definitely attack him to protect her kittens.

After he finished he softly scratched behind her ear. Enjoying the sound of her pur. "Well my little queen of darkness I must return to my work. Come again if you ever need anything." (Name) walked away from his new found friend. Happy he was able to help her. What he didn't expect was for his new friend to actually come back.

The newly named Queen kept coming back to the Phantomhive manor garden. Luckily (Name) was always able to sneak bits of milk and scraps. Sometimes bandages if needed. This continued for months. (Name) was never caught by his friends, Sebastian, or even the Young Master.

That is until Queen had gone into labor.

(Name) quickly ran into the kitchen not even looking to see if anyone was inside. He quickly grabbed a blanket, his first aid kit, milk, and more scrapped food. Before making his way to Queens "bed" as he called it. While this was happening he didn't notice Sebastian cleaning up after another one of Bard's "accidents".

He didn't notice Sebastian silently following him either until it was too late. As (Name) was helping Queen by cleaning off the kittens and shredding the food into the milk for her. Sebastian was watching in awe. He just watched what was probably the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. "My what a beautiful sight~" (Name) jumped and hid Queen and her kittens. Frantically trying to come up with an excuse.

"Mister Sebastian! I-Its um not what it looks like!" Sebastian raised a eyebrow smirking. "Whatever do you mean? I watched you help the beautiful feline birth her adorable kittens." (Name) blushed in shame. He'd been caught red handed. "I'm sorry sir. I had found her a few months ago. I didn't want anything to happen to her and she kept coming back. Please don't tell Master Ciel."

Sebastian gave him a closed eye smile. "Alright I won't tell the Young Master. As long as you introduce me to your little friend there." (Name) smiled brightly showing Sebastian the cats. He started introducing them starting with Queen before going to her kittens. Once he was introduced Sebastian asked a question (Name) honestly wasn't expecting.

"Queen? Why give her such a name?" (Name) blushed bashfully. "I uh called her my little Queen of Darkness when we first met and she started answering to Queen so it just kind of stuck." (Name) rubbed the back of his head as Sebastian gave a chuckle. "It quite fits actually." They turned back to the cats. (Name)'s gaze soften nodding. "Yeah it does, doesn't it?" Sebastian looked at him from the corner of his eye. He made a promise right there.

He will marry this human.

#male reader #x male reader #black butler x male reader #black butler #sebastian michaelis x male reader #sebastian michaelis

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maverickbabes · 1 year

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Nite full of Bliss

Nite full of bliss

Aged!up!Neteyam Sully x female!navi!Metkayina!reader!

Neteyam is 25 and Reader is 23

Warnings: romantic sex on the beach, semi public sex??, petnames (babygirl, pretty girl, ma girl), slow and passionate sex, mating/tsaheylu, biting, cussing, p in v, angry Neteyam, bullying, some body shaming, disrespectful comments, a small fight scene, mentions of blood, cute and fluff ending.

Summary: While having a romantic sex on the beach hidden from everyone, Ao'nung and his friends stumble upon them. They start teasing Neteyam and making fun and disrespecting y/n, which pisses off Neteyam. He goes after them and eventually they run away from him so he goes back to his mate and cuddles her on the beach.

"Fuck pretty girl, you feel so good" Neteyam moans against y/n's neck as he continues to rock his hips, slowly thrusting his cock in and out of her soaked core. "Teyam" Y/n whimpers as she arches her back off the sand and tilts her head back in pleasure. Instinctively, he wraps his tail around her waist holding her close to him while she wraps her legs around his hips.

Neteyam lifts his head from her neck and watches how she digs her fangs into her bottom lip, drawing some blood while her eyes roll back in passion. He glances down at their linked queues, closing his eyes as he feels her pleasure mixed with his. The waves crashed rhythmically on the shore while the stars twinkled and the moon shone down on their semi sweaty bodies.

"Just like that Neteyam fuck" Y/n moans as her arms give out from under her, causing her to fall onto the sand. Neteyam's hips stutter as he feels y/n squeeze around his length and he feels a whole new wave of pleasure and sensation hits him. "Do that again pretty girl" He praises as he leans down and begins nipping and sucking all along her collarbone and breast.

Ao'nung hears faint moans and whimpers coming from one of the many beaches they had all around so he turns to his friends, motioning for them to follow him. He walks along the trail listening and following where the noises were coming from with his friends close behind him.

He reaches the top of the small hill and sees Neteyam on top of y/n, fucking her on the beach. "Are they hav-" One of his minions starts to say but Ao'nung puts his hand over their mouth immediately shushing him. Once he was sure that his friend would keep quiet, He turned his head back to the couple on the beach and leans up against one of the trees.

"Having fun there you two?" Ao'nung asks smirking as he watches the two jump from the sudden surprise. Neteyam turns his head to see Ao'nung and his friends standing there, staring while they point and laugh at them. He immediately covers y/n's body with his, shielding her from their stares.

"No need to cover her Neteyam, there's not much to look at anyways" Ao'nung remarks as one of his friends gives him a high five as the others laugh and snicker. "Ao'nung that's not cool man." Roxto says as he places his hand on his cousin's shoulder and looks at him in disgust.

Neteyam looks down at his mate under him to see her covering her face as tears silently fall from her face. He can feel his anger bubble and boil inside him as he shields her trembling form from the looks from Ao'nung and his minions.

"I bet her pussy is loose too. Hey Neteyam maybe you should find someone more in your league instead of.. well this" One of the other minions says as they point and motion his hand towards y/n and that was the last straw. Something snapped inside of Neteyam as he kisses y/n gently on her temple then pulls out of her, making sure to cover her intimate parts from their gaze.

He adjusts his loincloth then glares at them, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "You're gonna regret that. All of you." He growls as he lets out an angry and loud hiss, charging after them with Roxto by his side. They all stand there shocked before they snap out of it and make a run for it. He's quick to grab Ao'nung, throwing him onto the sand.

"Argh" Ao'nung growls as he gets up to his feet and charges towards Neteyam. Neteyam grabs his shoulders and knees him in the chest before shoving him away, chest heaving up and down with pure anger. "You leave my mate alone. You respect her. If I hear that you're talking about her like tonight, I won't be as nice. Understand?" Neteyam says as he glares at Ao'nung.

Ao'nung nods his head quickly before running to his friends who were standing there in pure shock. "Go GO" Ao'nung says motioning his hands forward as he looks back at Neteyam for a quick second before running once more. "You okay?" Roxto asks, gently playing his hand on his shoulder and Neteyam looks at him giving him a small smile.

"Yea I'm fine, Just make sure Tonowari has a talk with his son about being disrespectful to other people's mates" Neteyam says as he watches Roxto nod his head before leaving to go have a talk with their clan leader. Neteyam rolls his eyes as he wipes the blood off his bottom lip, spitting the excess onto the sand then turns around to see his mate standing there.

"Y/n" Neteyam whispers as he rushes towards his mate and wraps his arms around her, holding her close to him. "Do you think I'm a slut? Am I out of your league? Am I not as attractive as the other females? Do you-" Y/n rambles, her lips trembling as tears streaked down her face. Neteyam kisses the top of her head multiple times before pulling away and grabbing her face in his hands.

His dark blue hands contrasted against her greenish teal skin as he looks in her bright blue eyes. "Babygirl you are perfect for me. You are perfect to me. You make me fall in love with you every single day and I thank my lucky stars that you let me be your mate and care for you. You are not out of my league, if anything I'm out of yours.

And I don't think you're a slut, to me you are a princess - you are my princess and I love you so much." Neteyam explains and this makes y/n hide her face in his chest, breaking down and sobbing against his chest. "Shh it's okay pretty girl I got you. They won't hurt you or say mean things anymore" He whispers reassuringly as he hold her close to him.

Once y/n was calm and her sobs turned into small hiccups, she removed her head from his chest and looked up at him, eyes glossy from tears. "You are so beautiful ma girl" Neteyam coos as he places a hand on her face, stroking his thumb across her cheek as he wiped away her tears.

"I'm ugly" Y/n mumbles as she looks down at the ground but Neteyam places a finger under her chin, making her look up at him. "You are not ugly. You are so beautiful and I'll always remember how beautiful you are, even when you have our kids you'll still be beautiful in my eyes" He reassures as he brushes some of her curly hair out of her face, making her blush.

Feeling a sudden boost of confidence, Y/n grabs his hand and pulls him along with her, making her way back to where they were on the beach. She grabs his shoulders and pushes him on the sand, straddling his hips as he sits there surprised yet turned on. "Babe" He whispers as he feels her hand trail up and down his arms then his chest.

"What's wrong 'teyam? feeling excited?" She purrs as she grazes her fingertips along his loincloth, making him twitch with excitement. "I need you" Neteyam moans as he flips them over and hovers above her.

"So gorgeous. Ma gorgeous girl" Neteyam coos as he leans down and kisses her neck.

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teyamloving12 · 1 year

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Neteyam telling his ex to clean him after "running" into her at the lake

Me and You Again

Warning: NSFW content (MDNI), blowjob, fingering, public sex, mentions of blood and injury, etc.

Pairing: Neteyam x F!Reader

Synopsis: Neteyam 'accidentally' stumbled upon his ex girlfriend bathing in a lake and asked her for a favor.

People always say good thing come and go. That described your relationship with the eldest Sully boy. It was beautiful until one day it went downhill. No word in the Na'vi language or English could ever describe your heartbreak. But Neteyam's heart was broken even more. Why did he ever leave you?

The only woman who could make him smile and die of laughter. The only woman who did not look at him with eyes of lust but adoration and pure love. He got tired of the woman that clung on to his arms. His face was stone. He despised his father for even thinking he would mate with the who're of a woman beside him.

"I have to go.", Neteyam said. The woman looked hurt. "Wait Ma Neteyam, where are you going? Your scars and bruises are not bandaged as yet!", the girl yelled still on the ground as tears threatened to fall from her eyes.

Neteyam was furious instead to confront his father for his foolish request of going to the girl's hut to repair his scar and bruises, he decided to head to the lake. After all, that us where you usually are. Taking a bath. He watched a little taste before finally letting you go. He dragged himself through the bushes of the forest until he saw the bioluminescene surrounding the lake.

Although he was injured badly he wanted to see you in your purest form. The way you used to lay before him. He noticed your top and loincloth on the ground near him. The pleasure of watching you swim through the water bare overcame his thoughts.

He recalled the moments where you both would experiment in the forest and your family hut. He was curious then and he is now.

He watched carefully how your skin glowed in the dark, how your wet braids clung on to your skins. Your hands grazed over her breasts spreading the soap over them along with your neck and arms. You looked at the water for long. Someone was watching you. You could feel it.

Neteyam felt pressure building up in his cock while looking at his ex girlfriend bathing in the lake.

He accidentally stepped on a branch. You reached for your bow and shot on an arrow at the sudden noise you heard. Neteyam fell out of the bushes he hid behind. You backed up in water. As you aimed at your ex boyfriend. Neteyam crawled over the calm water. You realized it was Neteyam and lowered your weapon.

"Wait...Y/n please...I beg you, I'm injured. I mean no harm!", Neteyam begged. You were shocked to see the countless bruises all over his body. His blood spilled upon the ground as he tries to get up. He dragged his punctured leg towards you. His blood mixed with the water.

"Neteyam do you have no shame? What would the village think of you if I told them that you were watching me as I bathed.", you yelled at him. He reached for your hand but you slapped it away. He attempted to talk, he screamed as the shivering pain of the slit on his stomach.

You looked at him in shock. You touched his winced face and he lowered to your breasts. You left him to his feet, he panted. "Neteyam! How in the world did you even get these!", you asked. "Hunt...my father sent me to Ni'yeya but-", he tried to explain. "Are you a fool? Why did you allow her to patch you up?", you asked him. He State silent which only fuels your temper.

You sighed in frustration and disappointment, you grabbed the rag that was on the rock beside you and dipped it into the water. You began to clean up the wounds that were fresh.

He remained silent. You couldn't help it anymore. Curiosity took over you. If you were so far from the village and so many healers were there, why did he come to you out of all the people? "Why did you come to me? I don't understand at all! When will you get it? You and I are finished. What if I wasn't here and you came here for no reason? What if you were hurt here alone? What if no one found you? You knew I was here didn't you? Yet you still came! And if I were to tell the village that the leader's son was a pervert what would you have to say then?", you questioned him frequently yet he did not answer.

You watched as a sudden expression turned into a smile. "So you do care?", he asked. "Even though we're no longer together, you are still a part of this clan! Anyone would worry", you whispered. There it was again, that loving expression from a long time ago the same one that he would give to you everyday.

Your heart softened. You couldn't. It's wrong. He wanted you again. Together or not, you couldn't hold him close anymore and his parents want good for him as for you you were to remain a warrior and mateless for the rest of your life. You hugged him tightly from behind. He flinched from the feeling of your breasts on his back.

Your hands traced against his abs and down to his cock. He groaned. "I missed you Ma'Teyam.", you said. You patted on her muscular thigh, your smaller body clung against Neteyam. His experience was full of hunger. His eyes had a spark of dominance in him as he watched you remove his loincloth and threw it on the rock.

"I knew you missed me.", he stated breathlessly. You sent praises to Eywa for this moment once again. You stroked his frustrated member in a quick pace hoping he would cum quickly but instead he grabbed your hand off his member and picked you up by the dip of your small waist. You wrapped your legs around his waist.

"Ma'Teyam, your injures!", you squealed in his grasp. You felt your high developing. This was finally happening. You didn't have to touch yourself thinking of the experiences you've had with Neteyam in the past. It was happening. He then reached your hips pulled you down on his frustrated cock. He kept at an even pace not wanting to injure himself even more.

You were heaven-sent. The water rippled at the water at your movement. You moans echoed throughout the forest. You threw your arms around his neck, pushing your hips further. He grabbed the flesh of your hips going faster than before. At this time, he was trying to hurt himself. He pushed out of you.

You whined missing the feeling of his cock inside of you. He carried you to the smooth rock where your clothes and a towel were laid out. He laid you on your back. You spread out of your legs, inviting in Neteyam again. He pushed your fingers inside of your heat. Your hips bucked in the air. You were touch starved. " Be calm, ma tìyawn, I'm taking care of your frustration."

He grabbed your nipples which gently rubbed against the smooth texture of your towel. Your back arched. Your hips bucked back onto his fingers. "More Ma Neteyam, I beg you!"

He added another finger, picking up his speed. "Come for me, ma syulang. Come for me. I beg you." You were a moaning and whining mess. You tried to grab from a branch on a tree nearby but your hands felt so weak. Your juices dripped on Neteyam's fingers. He pushed himself back inside of you.

" I'm s-so close.", you managed to speak out. He moaned as his thrusts become slipper. He grabbed your braids forcing you to look at him. Your eyes were full with desire and passion. He growled slapping your ass. Attempting to run away, he forced you back on him, pumping his seed inside of you. You slowly ride out your high.

Neteyam laid beside your exhausted form. You kissed him on his forehead. "Lets try this one more time. Me and You again.", you smiled knowing he would never leave your side ever again.

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gretavanlace · 1 year

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Poppins (part 1)

Josh and Jake x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, kissing, adult themes, pretty tame…for now.

A tiny hand tugs at the hem of your dress before an even smaller voice floats up “He’s late.”

“Uncle Jake is always late, Lil.” You run your fingers over a dish towel before ruffling her curls soothingly. “He’ll be here.”

“What if he forgot?” Her voice wavers with threatening tears, and you abandon the tray of finger sandwiches you’ve been fussing over in order to focus solely on her welling eyes.

“Your fourth birthday?” You lend an incredulous gasp to your tone. “Uncle Jake? Forget his best girl? Never!”

Karen appears in the kitchen with Josh hot on her heels. “I said the cake should say ‘Happy Birthday Lily-bit.” He complains, shaking his head with great frustration while nervously tugging at the pearlescent beads around his neck…a habit reserved for when he is tromping along the edge of panic.

Lily-bit has been her nickname ever since she bestowed it upon herself unknowingly. Unable to pronounce Elizabeth correctly, it had stumbled out ‘Lily-bit’…and stuck, it had.

“Well, you should’ve picked it up yourself then, Joshua.” Karen snarks right back, sliding the cardboard box housing a sheet cake onto the counter. “It says Elizabeth. That’s still her name. And stop fidgeting. If you’re that concerned, drive it back to the store and cause an enormous scene like an idiot. We’ll wait.”

She bends down and nuzzles her only granddaughter’s nose. “Won’t we, baby? We’ll wait right here while Daddy goes and acts like a dumb shit at the grocery store.”

“Daddy’s a dumb shit!”

You suppress a laugh at her squeaky-mouse voice cursing as Josh grows visibly perturbed, yet calmer, all at once.

“Jesus, ma!” He searches over her shoulder and raises his voice. “Veronica, come and get your mother!”

Ronnie’s voice floats in from the family room, relaxed and unconcerned. “I’m not in this!”

Lily begins to giggle only to stop dead in her tracks when a familiar voice booms through the house. “Where’s my birthday girl?”

She’s gone in a flash. Racing from the room with an ecstatic gasp, as fast as her tiny legs can carry her. Everything else forgotten, in an effort to get to her Uncle Jake.

The three of you are drawn like magnets into the hall, unwilling to miss the spectacle of a jake-lily reunion.

“Look at this.” Josh frowns, with a smile tugging at his lips as he watches his twin scoop his niece up with a flourish. “Even my own daughter loves him best.”

“Stop.” Your elbow nudges into his side lovingly. “He’s the fun uncle, is all.”

His eyes slide in your direction as his voice drops to a whisper “All the girls I adore love him best.”

Reaching out for a lock of your hair, he gives it a gentle yank and moves in to greet his brother just as Lily relays the important news.

“Uncle Jakey,” she conspires, running her chubby hands through the hair hanging in his face. “Daddy’s a dumb shit. Gramma said.”

Jake throws his head back with a hearty belly laugh, hugging her close. “He is, girly…you’re absolutely right.”

She laughs along with him, pink-cheeked and enamored, hiding her face in his hair.

“I know it is, Lily bit.” He nods. She must’ve whispered to remind him of her big day. “That’s why I brought you this.”

She slides down, holding fast to his barely buttoned shirt as he deposits her on her Mary Jane clad feet. Her tiny palms clap with unbridled excitement as he pulls a glittering tiara out of his back pocket.

“There.” He places it carefully, tucking it into her wispy baby hair until it sits just right. “Birthday princess.”

Her eyes are flashing with devotion, as she makes grabby hands at the gift bag stuffed messily with tissue paper in his grip. “What else?”

“Later, girly.” He sneaks it behind his back with a kiss on her flushed forehead.

“He’s not that great.” Ronnie quips, feigning boredom from the other room. “Come see auntie…I’ll tell you about the time he crashed a car and broke uncle Sammy’s head.”

Lily’s eyes grow wide with concern. “You broke his head?”

“Ah, hell,” Jake waves her off with a smile. “His head’s empty anyway.”

“Jacob,” Karen scolds as if she can’t fathom the audacity. “Watch your mouth around the baby.”

You collectively watch the birthday girl scamper off to soak in the tale her aunt has to tell.

“Dumb shit?” Jake tilts his head. “Is that not what you taught the baby, on this, the day of her birth?”

She swats at him, then softens the loving blow with a peck on his lips, before wandering off with a clipped “Shut it.”

“Hey, prick.” You watch on, feeling slightly out of place as Jake pulls Josh in for an aggressive, brotherly hug. Both twins smack at each other’s backs in pats that seem as though they should sting.

They begin chatting in that strange, half-spoken, unfinished sentence, twin language of theirs, and you, feeling even more intrusive than before, move to slink off.

Jake stops you with a hand coiled loosely around your wrist, eyes still honed in on his brother while they catch up. He doesn’t dare slip his hand down to link fingers with yours, though he wants to…you can feel it.

At last, Karen’s voice sounds out, and rescues you from this awkward limbo. “Can someone go collect your father and his son from the house?” ‘Your’ father and ‘his’ son, is all the explanation needed. She refuses to stake claim over any of them when they’re stretching the limbs of their Kiszka lineage.

“Took an Uber in from the airport!” Jake shirks responsibility with a lie - you can see his car swiveled crookedly in the gravel out front clearly through the bay window.

“I’ll go.” Josh sighs, turning to you. “Keep them civil, warden?”

“Of course.” You grin, smoothing a curl down atop his head with your freehand so that he looks less maniacal. It does little to help.

You’ve been alone in the entryway for less than thirty seconds before Jake is pulling you into the quiet of the hall. “How’s my Mary Poppins?” He taunts quietly. “I’ve missed you. Look at this smart little dress. You’re killin’ me.”

In reality, you’ve opted for a modestly festive dress whose skirt skims over your knees. It’s Lily's birthday, after all, not a night out.

“Jake,” you can feel the warmth of your blush, and duck your face to conceal it. “Go be with your family, you shameless flirt.”

“Do you think you’re not family?” He bends at the knees to catch your eye and counter your shy methods of hiding away. “Can’t you see the way we all love you? Me most of all.”

“Not one of your groupies,” you giggle like a schoolgirl, to your dismay, pushing a little more distance between the two of you. “Get outta here.”

He steps in even closer, and you can smell him. The warm, inexplicably comforting scent that follows him around like a delectable cloud. He’s like the woods after a campfire has smoldered itself out, mixed in with something vaguely christmas-like. “I have no groupies. I play dive bars filled with sad old men who stare into their drinks and dream about pretty girls like you.”

His fingers drift against your cheek and then curl a turf of hair behind your ear with a hushed, “I’ll find you later, poppins, yeah?”

Poppins. Yes, you’re the nanny. Yes, it’s a terrible idea. Yes, Josh has also been known to wear his heart on his sleeve for you. And yes, all those things seem to matter…that is until Jake steps into your space and fixes that warm, chocolate truffle gaze upon you. Until he lowers his voice so that only you can hear. Until his touch skates over your skin, confident and sure.

You’ve never gone too far with Jake, no matter how badly you’d like to.

There was a night, Lily conked out on her toddler bed, you off for the remainder of the night, but lingering on in the kitchen sipping Dos Equis with your charge’s favorite uncle. Gazes had locked a little too long, lips had met, until the warm, wet, grace of his tongue against your own had caused you to pull away.

“Yeah.” You nod. Leaning back against the wall when he slips away. He makes you want to run for the hills and into his arms all at once.

The party commences as Josh returns with a slightly inebriated Kelly and Samuel in tow, and everyone falls in love with Lily-bit all over again as she opens presents and charms her way through the hearts of her most beloved.

Before the candles have even been lit, she has crawled into her uncle Jake’s lap. Falling asleep like a worn out kitten, tiara askew on her head, glitter lipgloss Ronnie applied to her rosebud mouth smeared and smudged against Jake’s torn up jeans.

“Her cake.” Josh sounds both defeated and relieved…exhausted from trying to make sure her day was perfect.

“Goddamn thing said Elizabeth, anyway.” Jake huffs lazily before throwing a wink at his twin that seems to relax Josh’s shoulders in a way no one else has been able to manage all day.

“Mom’s fault.” Josh smirks.

“Isn’t it always?” Jake smiles back, as if the answer is obvious.

“Oh, to hell with both of you.” Karen sighs, with absolute love in her insult. “You have miss girl FaceTime gramma first thing in the morning.” She points at Josh to get her point across and then nudges at Kelly, who has trotted off to dreamland along with his granddaughter. “You and Sam in the car within five or you both can walk.”

You’re tidying up the kitchen by the warm, shadowy light of an accent lamp when Josh’s voice comes softly in the silence.

“Thought you and ma already cleaned up?”

“Just little details,” you shrug. “You know.”

“You staying tonight? It’s late.”

You have a cozy little place across town. No more than a studio, but you’ve furnished it beautifully, and eclectically, via thrift stores and yard sales. It’s you, and it’s home. Sort of. Really, the guest room here that has evolved into your room, is more home than home.

“Probably.” You swipe the sponge over a perfectly clean spot of butcher’s block “She still sleeping?”

“Out like a light.” The love dances in his eyes like it always does when he speaks of his baby girl. “Put her in jammies and all, she slept right through.”

“Well…” you offer softly, at a loss for words as you so often are when you find yourself sinking into these domestic moments with him.

“Yes, well…” he nods, tilting his head down to look at you through his lashes with the smallest of grins.

“Oh!” Your face lights up as you turn toward the fridge to pull two bottles of water out for him. His nightly routine. “Here. You almost forgot.”

He catches them one after another as you toss the bottles his way and then points with one, cap wiggling in your direction. “I wish you’d let me take care of you the way you take care of me, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t mean it in any way other than gentle…he’d like to coddle you. That’s all. Somehow, that makes your heart hurt worse.

“Don’t get too comfy with my brother tonight.” He adds, padding off down the hall before you can grow defensive.

You slump against the counter, embarrassed and sad. You wish you could chase down that spark of something that plays about in your heart for Josh now and again, but Jake always moves in…all soft smiles and whispered words. Nicknames and airy brushes of calloused hands that make you shiver and keep you awake at night…

…the memory of his tongue slipping, slick and hungry, against yours, that blurs your mind when your hand finds itself between your legs in the dark.

Shaking off the thoughts before they have a chance to drag you down too deeply, you finish up in the kitchen, double check the locks, and start down the hall to the room that serves as your own.

You’re moving quietly, and you know why…but you also feel a little silly for it. Aren’t you just little miss hot shit to assume Jake would be listening for you?

I mean, sure, he likes to flirt, and you kissed once for like, twenty seconds, but why would you really believe that —

“Hey, poppins.” His voice comes, smooth as warm silk, a split second after his fingers close tight around your waist. “Come here often?”

“Hello, Jacob.” You smile into the dark, covering his hands with your own.

“Oooh,” he moans softly against the nape of your neck. “Jacob? Put me in time out, nanny. Do your worst.”

“Stop it!” You laugh quietly, wrenching around in his grip to face him.

“Hi.” He grins once you’re nose to nose. “Are you staying tonight?”

His question, mirroring his twin’s, comes hushed as he walks you back against the wall.

Your reply is an inelegant swallow, paired with a nod.

“That’s good.” He trails the back of his knuckle along the curve of your jaw. “It’s so dark out there. And chilly. Best you stay here where you’re safe.”

The sincerity stuns you. He means it. He worries for you.

But are you safe?

This isn’t good. Isn’t it easier if one wants to love you and one wants to fuck you?

There you go again, running ahead of whatever this is. He doesn’t want to love you, he’s simply glad to see you snug and warm for the night.

“You know,” his fingers card slowly through your hair, lips impossibly near, breathing softly in your ear. “It would make it so much easier to kiss you if you didn’t look like a deer caught in headlights.”

A sound, foreign and high-pitched, escapes you before you have a chance to quiet yourself, and his body tenses against yours in response. “So pretty, poppins. You’re a song, aren’t you? Sweet and soft. If I played you, it’d be acoustic.”

You’re a song…if I played you…fuck…

“Jake, I…” you’re scrabbling for excuses on why this shouldn’t happen when you hear it. The faint whimper of Lily. She’s still asleep, you can tell that much, but not for long.

A bad dream, perhaps, brought on by too much excitement and sugar.

“Let me check on her.” You whisper, pushing him away gently.

“What?” He’s confused. He isn’t a parent, or her caregiver, and he’s missed the early quiet muffled rumblings before the wailing storm.

But Josh hasn’t…

And when he steps into the hall to rescue his little girl, he is greeted with the sight of Jake pressing you up against the wall, hands in places they shouldn’t be.

“M’sorry.” He murmurs, hurrying by as you break away from Jake, rushing to explain.

Your words of justification land against deaf ears and Lily’s bedroom door as Josh quietly shuts you out.

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mingkist · 10 months

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[5:35PM] It's time like this when San regrets letting you be his roommate. San sighs, slipping his shoes off by the entrance as he watches you climb onto your shared couch, a baguette in hand. He's hesitant when he asks you, "what are you doing?"

You turn around only now, noticing his presence and smiling at him. "This nail is loose, trying to hammer it back in."

"With a baguette?" He made his way into the living room, placing his hands on your waist for support. "We have a hammer, why not use that?"

"With a frozen baguette," you corrected him, going back to face the wall. With the bread in hand, you carefully knocked the nail back into place. "And I just grabbed the first thing I could use to hammer it back in."

"And it happened to be a baguette?" He follows up, releasing his grip on your waist to offer you a hand instead, helping you climb back down.

"You were the one who took it out of the freezer," you mumbled, placing the bread onto your coffee table. "It would've been that mug you liked if I didn't spot the baguette first."

San bites back a smile. This wasn't the first time this conversation occurred, the always remaining question of whether the bread you've purchased belongs in the freezer or not.

Later on that night, whilst scrolling through his phone, San stumbles upon a twitter thread that has him grinning to himself.

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jenoslutie · 1 year

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his angel (teaser)

⇢ Synopsis: Mark has always seen himself as a loser, everyone has always seen Mark as a loser. He always thought he was incapable of getting any bitches (thanks to Haechan) but something in him changes when he sees you, the barista at his favourite coffee shop.

⇢ Pairing: Loser!Mark x Barista!Reader

⇢ Genre: Loser Mark..yeah. Barista AU, Smut, Fluff

⇢ Warnings: tbd...

⇢ Teaser Word Count: 852

All of Mark's friends have always laughed at him for being the one with the least experience, Mark always being the one with the least sexual adventures to talk about, listening to Haechan talk about all the new shit he's tried out with different girls for hours and hours on end. He's always thought of himself as a bit (read: a lot) of a loser when it comes to things like this. He was sure no girl would want him because every girl wants a guy who knew what he was doing in bed (which was far off from what Mark was)

That was until he stumbled upon you, the quiet, innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop. your soft, delicate features, your big innocent eyes lit up every time you saw him enter the store, and your cheery smile warmed his heart.

He wanted to get to know you. He really did. but there comes his weakness, he can't talk to women. Even if the woman in question has wanted to talk to him ever since he first came to get his usual iced americano.

To him, you were like an angel. He wanted to protect you, be with you, take care of you - he wanted to do everything with you. which was quite excessive considering he doesn't even know your name. so being Mark, he decided to go on a mission to find out what your name was. it was simple. All he had to do was look out for when someone might call your name!

To Mark's surprise, it wasn't simple. He's been trying to hear someone call your name but it's been 2 weeks, and he's been unsuccessful. So he resorts to his only option, asking you himself.

The next day when he orders his coffee, he watches as you glide around the coffee shop and make drinks as if it's second nature to you. He watches you expertly make his usual drink, an iced americano, his favorite way to start his mornings. He takes a deep breath as he walks towards the counter where you stood with a smile, handing him his drink before he spoke up. "Wait a second!"

"Yes?" When you responded is when Mark's mind went blank. He didn't really practice past this. You smiled at him as he struggled to get his words out. “Can I get your number?” he blurted out, figuring he should just go for it. “Uh, sure!” you eyed him suspiciously before typing your number into his keypad.

Mark was ecstatic. The first girl he's ever approached actually gave him her number. As inexperienced as Mark was, he wasn't stupid. He's seen in movies that you shouldn't tell your friends when you get a girl (even though he barely got the girl) Why do they do that? He doesn't know, but he's always seen it happen in the movies.

When Mark got home, he spent the rest of his day going through numerous WikiHow articles about 'How to Talk to a Girl" and 'How to Talk to a Girl You Like for the First Time'

Both articles suggest that he should try to spark up a conversation first...which he kind of already accomplished with the 1-minute conversation he had with you earlier.

Step #2: Make a comment about something you have in common to spark her interest.

Easy. Mark thought. So he whipped out his phone and looked for your contact, which had your name written in all lowercase.

Mark: Hey, It's Mark

"No Mark," He groaned to himself "Don't mess this up, women like cool guys" and so, he tried again.

Mark: hey, its mark.

Perfect.

He hit send, and a sudden feeling of nervousness came upon him. What if he messed up? Were the lower cases too intimidating? Did he screw up before even getting to talk to you?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he heard his phone vibrate beside him. He took a peek only to find that you had, indeed, texted him back.

You: hey favorite customer

Mark's jaw dropped at that. Him? your favorite customer? Since when?

He referred back to his article before typing up his response, not caring that you can see that he's already seen the message.

Step #3: Request something from her to encourage her to like you

There isn't really he can request over text, so he decides that instead, he's going to bring up something you both like, coffee.

Mark: possibly...is it the person who fuels my caffeine addiction every day?

Mark was beginning to feel himself now (after 2 texts total) so he read the next step in his article while waiting for you to text back.

Step #4: Continue the conversation by responding to her statements.Mark's mind was reeling. From being too shy to talk to the quiet, innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop to now texting said quiet innocent girl who worked at his favorite coffee shop. Even though there were merely 3 messages exchanged between you two... He felt like he made progress.

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lu-sn · 10 months

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what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?

let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.

if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️

but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.

so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.

pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."

here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂

(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)

so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."

this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.

some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.

he ends up being pretty damn good at it.

so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂

vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.

(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"

vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")

#anon i'm sorry this took SO long i hope you see it!!! and i hope you enjoy yet another ramble #thank you so much for the ask ❤️#i am so thoroughly in love with the idea of a mid-to-late thirties pete collecting a bunch of ragamuffins #if vegas sees even ONE of them giving pete heart eyes it's over for them tho 😂#kinnporsche #vegaspete #pete saengtham #vegas theerapanyakul #mine: asks #rainy day asks

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xenonmoon · 10 months

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I accidentally stumbled upon some Spider-man 2099 comics and since I can't watch across the spiderverse in theatres (photosensitivity sucks) and Miguel O'Hara has become a constant presence on my dash/home in almost literally every social I have I decided to give it a go and see who this guy is and why is the internet so obsessed with him all of a sudden I wrote down some notes while I was reading so here we go. Xenon reacts to Spider-man 2099

It's giving me a loooot of cyberpunk and blade runner vibes from here and ngl I dig it

I already notice the suit is a little different but not too much? The spikes in the forearms here are less noticeable at least. And I didn't remember ever seeing the webbing

I love this pose

Oh my god this is so me fr fr

PFFTDHFS I MADE A LOUD SNORT ok I like this guy

He seems like that type of 90s savage-edgy-I-hate-everyone guy, so far considering the context he's kinda funny

I don't know how much they've changed about his backstory in atsv so I'm writing it all down as it's told in the comics

So his father was a scientist working for this Alchemax and the corporation kinda groomed both since they were children to become their top tier geneticists and work for them. They've invested a lot on Miguel and they use it to have a hold on him, since he's the only guy not addicted to the Rapture which is a very nasty and genetically bound (?) drug only Alchemax is allowed to distribute.

The corporations is running genetic experiments to enhance human abilities and all of that using animals as source, the latest project was an attempt to replicate what happened to Spider-Man in ma marketable way

Except they've become pretty savage with it and started doing experiments on humans (starting with criminals) BEFORE it's confirmed to be safe. And the last one miserably failed (or grandiosely succeeded, depending on the point of view - the guy actually came back with super strength and all of that but he was a heavily disfigured mutant who tired to strangle O'Hara and died short after).

So Miguel said fuck this shit I'm out

(cw: drugs from there on)

... Except they poisoned his drink with a dose of Rapture and how he's screwed. "oh no worries Miguel we're not forcing you to stay" my ass.

fucking bastardssssssssss

FUCKING BASTARDSSSS

honestly though "rapture" as a name choice is sooooo 90s. I remember reading Infinity Crusade (1993) a few months ago and there too they made a big deal about something they called "the rapture". And goddess and holiness and penitence and sinners and REPENTTTT and other overly Christian stuff like demons that was littering everything I've read from that time (which is just all the Moon Knight stuff that got out in that period but-)

the satanic panic hit hard huh

So anyway if Miguel doesn't do anything to fight this rapture thing he's royally screwed and forced to keep working on them

So he remembers that for lab tests he was using his own genetic material so he's got a full backup of it pre-rapture and he's planning to use the machines at the lab to overwrite the changes the drug made

sound good to me, quite a solid plan

Except this guy, who Miguel insults regularly on daily basis, decides to take his petty vengeance switching the "clean" O'Hara backup with the one they're experimenting with for the spider project.

Well this is fine

AND ON TOP OF THAT HE'S TRYING TO SHIFT THE BLAME ON HIM

also naked Miguel O'Hara gents, you're welcome

Uh-oh

IT'S MORBING TIME

honestly I know vampires were massively popular in the 90s and it's kinda obvious they wanted to ride that wave and use the aesthetics to appeal to vampire fans and-

works for me

also how do those claws work? It feels a bit weird to see both nails AND claws, sort of like when you realise centaurs have 2 ribcages. Bit more redundant though, would've made more sense if he'd lost his original nails. Oh well.

He's me when I'm at my parents' house and my mother throws me out of my bed on Sunday morning at 8ish because THE EARLY BIRD CATCHES THE WORM DON'T YOU THINK YOU'VE SLEPT ENOUGH and I'm just left there confused af trying to figure out where I am, when I am, what day and year this is and what's exactly happening in my life

MOOD

big eh for the sexualised hologram house assistant, ok it's the 90s and it's a thing of the genre and all of that but I've read too many papers about sociological consequences of female-coded robots or assistants (in short: encourages closely associating the slave/servant role to women and it ends up affecting real women too. it's bad bad) to not be judging this very hard

His first thoughts about them claws was going to the bathroom and picking his nose, so valid of him

honest to god if I had claws I'd be constantly fidgeting with them pressing the fingertip to make them come out like you do with cats.

That's it for part 1, I will probably make a part 2 when I continue reading them

Honestly they suffer a bit from being born in the 90s but I'm enjoying them so far and I like the character. If he hasn't changed too much in the movie then ok I get it now

#spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 comics #miguel o'hara #xenon reacts #partially described #I started full of good intentions but some panels were Too Much to describe #I might get back at it later / at stages #cw: drugs

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nagito-kissmaeda · 11 months

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Blood on White Lace - Chapter Three

Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 3937

Contains: No warnings as of yet, apart from way too much flowery dialog Summary: The castle interests you more than it should, and warnings of dark things happening inside only seem to fuel your interest even more. Someone must be tending to the beautiful rose garden behind the iron gates, and you want to know who. Read on ao3

Just as soon as the woman leaves, Komaeda comes flying through your front door. He almost gives you a heart attack, rushing towards you from across the room and taking your face in between his hands. It’s strange, but despite the initial shock of his sudden entrance, his presence makes you feel warm and soft. Like you’re sinking into a mattress, deeper and deeper until you are lost in a torrent of feathers. Komaeda reminds you of the bitter scent of cyanide drowning in sweet almond milk. You know there is some sort of danger, but pushing him away feels near impossible.

“Are you alright?” He whispers, his white eyelashes brushing his cheeks as he blinks down at you. There’s a quiver to his lower lip like he is just barely holding himself together, “I shouldn't have left you alone I'm so sorry.”

“Komaeda…” You breathe, reach up to place your hand over his, gently rubbing circles on the back of his hand with your thumb, “I’m fine. She didn’t even come inside.”

He laughs breathlessly, a smile breaking across his face like a crack in porcelain, “You didn’t invite her inside.” he laughs again, so caught up in some sort of euphoria that it’s like he doesn't even think when he surges forward to press a kiss to your forehead. His lips are cold, “I was so worried, I don’t know what I would have done if-”

Komaeda suddenly reels back, green eyes growing wide, “I shouldn’t have been touching you. I’m--I’m cursed, death follows behind me as if it were my shadow.” he laughs bitterly, pushing his hair back from his face, “Just look at what almost happened to you tonight, you’d be safer to have never met me.”

The second it is gone, you are yearning for his touch again. His hands were cold but comforting, fingers delicate and gentle against your cheeks. You want to breathe him in, feel him settling in your lungs, “If I could return to the day I first stumbled upon your castle, I wouldn't change a thing.” You reach forward to touch him, but Komaeda flinches backward, “I would meet you all over again.”

“Can you not see what I have done to you already?” He replies, face turning dark, “I have no idea what she would have done if she hadn’t heard me coming.”

“Wait, heard you coming? From so far away?”

Komaeda stiffens but quickly regains his composure, “It doesn’t matter. I need to figure out some way to protect you. Do you have any friends in the village?”

“Not one.”

“And family?” You shake your head, “Much too far for me to travel on foot, weeks away.”

“Even on horseback she would still catch you before you could reach safety,” Komaeda begins, eyes darting about as he thinks, “I could arrange a carriage but even that might not be-”

“Are you saying that this woman can move faster than a person on horseback?” Before he gets a chance to dodge your questions again, you take one of Komaeda’s hands between both of yours, stunning him into silence, “Komaeda. The woman, she called you and herself a beast. What was she talking about? What is she?”

A vibration runs through him, a deep noise nearly akin to a growl festering in his chest, “What else did she tell you? I need to know everything.”

“There wasn’t much, she was just watching me. She said something about finding me interesting. No- about her sister finding me interesting.”

Komaeda’s expression jumps from shock to horror in less than a second, whole body tensing and hands clenching at his side, “Lord curse me.” He whispers, suddenly dashing further into your home and grabbing the first empty basket he can find and loading it with your possessions, “This is all my fault, I never should have let you inside. I’ve made you interesting, I’ve made you a challenge. The woman you met tonight, her sister, is unbelievably powerful and dangerous, there’s no way you can outrun her.”

“Then what do we do?” You ask, heart racing in your chest, no idea of the truth to what is happening, but Komaeda is frightened and so you are too. He exhales in a nervous laugh, passing a full basket into your open arms and quickly loading as many of your dresses as he can into another one, “You’ll have to stay with me. Lord, I am…I am so sorry, nothing I can do will ever make up for what I have done to you. Trapped in that miserable castle with the likes of me, I couldn’t wish a worse fate on a spirit as free as yours.” he whirls around and grabs you by the shoulders, his piercing eyes staring down and straight through your soul, “I will do everything in my power to keep you safe.”

You drop to sit in your old armchair, knees failing you as the gravity of Komaeda’s words sinks in. You hadn’t been lying when you said that you trusted him, you do, for reasons you cannot give words to, you find yourself trusting him with your life and everything beyond. Even still, watching him dash about your small cottage in near panic makes your blood turn to ice in your veins.

“Who is she, Komaeda?” You ask weakly, hands shaking as they clutch tightly to the basket resting on your knees, “What could she possibly want with someone like me?” He sighs, moving over to your craft bench and beginning to collect as many of your supplies as possible into an empty hatbox, “Nothing, usually.” though you can only see his back, the tense line of his shoulders portrays just how hard this is for him to discuss, “The woman who visited you tonight is right, we are monsters, all three of us. There are others too, though I cannot speak to how many.” He unfolds a collection of your handkerchiefs onto the workbench, and begins gently wrapping up your glass pieces into safe bundles before tucking them into the box with your other supplies, “When I became this way, I decided to accept seclusion, to hide from innocents like yourself.” He turns back to you and adds the box of craft supplies to his basket, a wavering smile on his lips, “I’ve failed in that as well, quite clearly.” He averts his eyes, and his throat bobs, “These two women did not accept the same life as I, relishing in their monstrousness, toying with humans for fun, killing them for pleasure.” “Have they killed many?” You ask quietly, afraid to even know the answer. Komaeda nods solemnly, “A great number. Had I been less weak, I might have done something to stop them.” he laughs to himself, “Another in my grand list of failures.”

“And so she only wants me, because I’ve been seen with you?” You ask, “Does she want to hurt you, Komaeda?”

He blinks, “What she wants with me matters little.”

“No!” You exclaim, leaping up from the chair so quickly that the basket resting on your knees topples to the floor, “I resent that. You matter, Komaeda.” He laughs again, but there is no humour in it, “We have to move. She could be on her way already.” He gestures loosely to the basket you dropped to the floor, “Pick that up, I’ll meet you outside.”

He rests the second basket he packed against his hip and turns to head out the front door, his pale hair catching the moonlight when he opens it.

You stand stock still for a moment, staring into the darkness of your home, recognising that you were about to leave it for the foreseeable future. It is true that you haven't lived here all that long, and that you never felt quite like you belonged, but it still aches to leave. You glance over at the dried flowers in the kitchen, and the workbench where you spent hours perfecting your delicate trinkets.

Hoisting the basket up into your arms, you give the house one last, silent goodbye and turn to follow Komaeda outside. Despite being so candid about his monstrousness, Komaeda has failed to give you any real answers about what is happening, and who (or what) the woman who might well be on her way to your house right now really is. You still trust Komaeda, something about him is so real, so raw. He isn't lying, and you can tell.

“I’m ready.” You say, nudging the front door closed with your hip. The night air is brisk but still comfortable, and Komaeda’s hair dances in it.

He turns to look at you, a sad smile on his porcelain face, “I will bring you back home someday, I promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, “It was never home. Not really.” “It’s difficult to imagine you without friends,” Komaeda says quietly as he begins walking down the path that leads into the woods, “You are a great deal more personable than I.”

The trees reach high up into the sky, and as you pass under their canopy the rest of the world disappears. This was one of the reasons you started visiting Komaeda’s castle in the first place, to say goodbye to the town where you lived for just one moment, “They don’t care much for newcomers in that town.” You say, “Especially not ones with a curiosity like mine.” Komaeda hums under his breath, “I’m sure they did not take well to you visiting me so often.” You bark a laugh, “Oh not at all, I caught the town priest setting up an exorcism around my cottage one night after my walk, I was able to shoo him away but it wasn’t easy.” You look over at him admiring the sharp lines of his profile, his high cheekbones and his slender nose, “Besides, I find you much better company.”

He turns to look at you, his ghostly green eyes wide with surprise, “Don’t be ridiculous.” He says, turning away to face the path once again, “I’ve ruined your relationship with the townspeople by simply existing.” He laughs bitterly, “How could I possibly be good company?”

You sigh, realising that there isn't much point in pushing this topic further and instead ask a question, “Will you be able to hear if someone is coming?” He nods, “Yes. My hearing is not as good as the sisters’, but it should be enough. There is no one nearby.” He inclines his head to the left, “No one but a hare in its burrow somewhere in that direction.”

“I can hear nothing of the sort.” You reply with a soft smile, “Would you tell me what other wonderful things you can hear?”

From the corner of your eye, you watch Komaeda’s shoulders soften, what might even be a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, “The ocean is breaching against the cliffs in the distance, a mother gannet living on the rockface returns to her chicks after a day at sea.” He inclines his head to the right this time, “A red squirrel leaps from one tree to the next, curling up in it’s nest for the evening.”

Straining your ears, there is still nothing that you can hear over the sound of your own footsteps. You turn back to Komaeda, smiling fondly at him, “Beautiful.” You whisper, “You can hear this all at once?”

He shakes his head, “No. If I could I would surely go mad, it takes some matter of focus. At least in my case.”

“You are far more than human.” You breathe, utterly in awe, “You won’t tell me more?”

Whatever smile may have been on his face disappears in an instant, “I wouldn’t dare, and to call me more than human is an insult to your entire genus.” His lip curls back in a snarl, “I am unhuman, this is true, but my instincts are lesser, inferior.” He bites a laugh, “A primitive being trapped and tangled in the guise of finary. I am less than human, not more.”

“Even with these wonderful talents you have shown me, you still believe yourself less than human?” You ask, tentatively reaching out for his hand, “What are you then, really? Why not tell me, Komaeda? Why not trust me?”

Komaeda turns to glare at you, tearing his hand away from yours, “I am trying to spare you as much of this cursed life I live as I am able.” His eyes burn, but his anguish is poorly masked by fury, “The townspeople were right, curiosity will only get you hurt, do not ask any more questions.”

Your grip tightly to the basket in your hands and continue walking in uncomfortable silence. As ever, Komaeda is far angrier with himself than he could ever be with you, but you sense that pushing him any further will only cause further harm - so you decide to stay quiet. After some time you notice that even on the path covered in pine needles, Komaeda’s footsteps make no noise, he moves from foot to foot like he is completely weightless, ethereal. Your heart aches to know him, for him to confess all that he is and all he has done, to know why he lives so sad and alone in a castle meant for hundreds with only himself for company.

The walk feels much shorter with someone beside you, but it still takes another hour before you can even see the castle's spires rising above the horizon. Komaeda walks entirely in silence, his ghostly green eyes staring ever forward without so much as a glimpse in your direction. Standing beside him for so long a time causes you to realise just how tall he is, the crown of your head reaches just below his shoulder, and with the air of grace that tangles and clings to him like a second skin, he might as well be twice your size.

For a man who speaks in barely more than desperate platitudes, who apologises so quickly and succinctly that it may as well be his first language - Komaeda is incredibly powerful. You can sense it. Being around him causes a shiver of terror to forever linger at the base of your spine, the same sort of shiver that comes about involuntarily at the sight of a snake or a spider. It speaks of danger centuries old, older even than that. A profoundly human fear, entangled deep within your blood and bones, the kind of fear that should rarely be ignored.

But, ignore it, you do.

“Wait here just a moment,” Komaeda says quietly when you arrive at the castle's front gate. He deposits the basket he was holding on the ground beside you and then hurries over to push the gate open. The intricate metalwork groans with the effort and you suspect that but for your own visit all those months ago, the gates must barely be used.

“Quickly.” Komaeda adds, ushering you into the front garden before grabbing the second basket and closing the gates behind the two of you, “Inside now.” He says, beginning to sound a little panicked.

“Have you heard something?” You ask, rushing towards the large wooden doors of the castle, trying in vain to ignore the rapid tattoo of your heart. “Still a ways off.” He says, and the doors open as if by magic, “But yes, I have heard something.”

A cold chill runs up your spine and you instinctively tug your shawl tighter around your shoulders with your free hand. The entry room of the castle is much the same as it was upon your first visit, all of the candles are still lit and the fireplace crackles pleasantly. Komaeda must have left in a hurry if he didn’t have time to extinguish the fire. Once the two of you are inside, the doors quickly close behind you, trapping the cold evening air outside.

“What are we to do when she arrives?” You ask, “What if she gets inside?”

“She can’t.” Komaeda says gratefully, “I have learned from previous experience that she is able to enter the garden quite easily, but the castle itself is impenetrable. For now, at least.”

“Then we are safe?” “As I said, for now at least.”

He sighs, the sound is miserable and your heart aches to hear it, “Come, I will show you the rooms. There are many to choose from, so you’ll not be wanting for options.” Komaeda proceeds up the flight of stairs leading to the second floor of the castle. You remember these being the same stairs that you had walked down all those months ago when he had been sitting by the fire and reading. Not full of such anguish as he is now. Some anguish to be sure (you aren’t certain he is ever without it) but not nearly as much as present.

His shoulders are broad, yet lacking any visible muscle and incredibly delicate. He still wears nothing more over his torso than a loose white shirt, you suddenly realise that it is far too cold to be outside without an overcoat, even during these warmer months the ocean nearby keeps the air brisk when the sun goes down. Komaeda seems barely affected by the cold at all, and the thin cotton of his shirt does little to hide the ever-subtle movement of his shoulder blades beneath. The fabric moves fluidly, delicately around his form, as if even it is afraid to touch his flesh.

At the top of the stairs, Komaeda turns to look at you. You are still several stairs down, and he looms high above, the light of candles behind his head making his white hair glow as if set ablaze.

“I hope I am not too slow.” You say. Komaeda’s mouth twitches up in a smile, “There is no rush anymore, and I have nowhere to be. I will wait as long as you need me to.”

When you reach him, Komaeda holds out his hand to help you ascend the final stair. His palm is cold, and his skin is unmarred and soft like a newborn’s. Even you, one who doesn't perform much manual labour, have callouses and scars from your metal and glasswork. The touch of his bare hand against yours is electric, a surge of indescribable emotion rushes up from your fingertips and deep into the chambers of your heart.

Komaeda’s throat bobs a moment. His eyes quiver. You can hear the sound of his uneven breath rattling in his throat.

He tears his hand from yours and continues down the hallway.

“Th-There are many fine rooms at the front of this hall, ones that were usually reserved for important guests.”

Still reeling from your brief contact, it takes you a moment to reply, “I would prefer something more modest if that is available. I’ve never found myself terribly taken with finery.”

Even the hallways of the castle are indescribably lavish. Heavy green drapery hangs from the walls, and sconces lit with warm light are spaced evenly the whole way down. There is a long rug that spreads down the length of the hallway, it’s thick enough that your footsteps are muffled as you slowly trail behind Komaeda. “This one may suit you, then.” He offers, coming to a stop near the end of the hallway. He opens one of the many elegant wooden doors and gestures for you to step inside, “This was the governess’ room once. It’s right across from the second floor of the library if reading interests you.” The room is at least three times larger than the one in your cottage, and a large bed rests against the far wall. The windows are boarded shut like the rest in the castle, and mossy green curtains are pulled tightly across them. Taking a turn about the room, you notice a large wardrobe on the wall beside the bed, more than large enough for all of your dresses. When you step forward and pull the doors open, you are shocked to find it already filled with clothes.

Now that you have noticed this, it's impossible not to notice everything else.

A pair of slippers at the foot of the bed, a nightgown folded neatly on top of the pillows. An armchair in the corner of the room and a side table beside it, books piled up high, and the one at the top still marked over halfway through.

You turn to face Komaeda, his head hangs low, as if afraid to meet your eyes.

“The governess is she-” “Dead.” He says gravely, “Yes, as with everyone else.” “Everyone else...” You whisper, suddenly realising that the dust covers nearly every inch of the room, years and years of it. That everyone in the castle must have died at once, that Komaeda was left trapped in this stone prison all by himself for so many years. The question at the back of your throat leaps forth without you ever bidding it, “How long, Komaeda?” You plead, reaching a hand out towards him, “How long have you been so alone?”

A sharp gasp escapes his lungs and his hands ball into fists at his sides. Komaeda’s delicate porcelain face is cast in a sudden wash of despair, his eyes inhumanly wide and frightened, his mouth opening and closing like there are words he wants to say but just can’t bare it.

You try to move towards him, to comfort him.

He turns from you in an instant, leaving the room and striding back down the hallway, “I will bring your things and work on cleaning the room for you before you need sleep.” Komaeda almost makes it to the landing when you chase after him, lifting your skirts up as you hurry down the long hallway, “Do you not trust me?” You call out as he heads down the stairs, you grip the railing and lean out over the landing, “I will not admonish you, nor curse your existence as you seem to think I will.” He does not respond, you take in a sharp breath and begin descending the staircase before he can get any further away, “I am tired of you speaking for me, of you presuming how I will feel!” He turns to you now, the sadness in his eyes so deep that you cannot find a bottom to it, “My presumption is not born of arrogance.” He whispers, “I wouldn’t dare presume to know you better than you know yourself.” A bitter laugh escapes him, his arms wrapping tightly around his torso as if he is trying to hold himself together, “But I know me, and I know myself more intimately than anyone ever should. You do not want to know me, what my existence has wrought.” “I would not turn you away.” He barks a laugh now, eyes swirling wild and nearly panicked, “That is what I fear most! That your ill-advised affections would lead you astray, that you would be hurt by me, but being near me.” You step towards him, “Komaeda I-” “No.” He mutters, eyes squeezed shut, “Circumstances mean we must live together for the time being, but rest assured, once I have finished preparing your room, you will be rid of me. The castle is big enough that you will not need to see me again.”

“What if I want to see you again?” His smile is sinister now, and you once again feel that fear creeping up from the base of your spine, “Even still. You will not, I will make sure of it.”

#komaeda x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #nagito x reader #danganronpa x reader #vampire komaeda #vampire nagito

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separatist-apologist · 1 year

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Neon In The Nighttime

Summary: It's the end of the word as we know it. A west coast baker and the drummer of a metal band team up in Boston, MA thinking they're one of the last few people left alive after a viral outbreak turns those infected into blood hungry monsters.

Their destination: Los Angeles, California- the last place Lucien's eldest brother was living while gearing up for a presidential run. Lucien is desperate to escape the memories of his past life and what he had to do when his wife, Jes, became infected. Elain wants to try and reclaim the fractured pieces of the life she remembers before everything went to hell.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Read on AO3

Thank you @corcracrow for the moodboard (And reminding me to upload)

It was the sound of shuffling that woke Elain. Louder than any alarm, Elain was primed to come alive the minute she heard feet dragging like that. Tucked beneath Lucien’s arm on the couch, the two of them had fallen asleep telling stories of their lives before everything had fallen apart. She suspected he, much like her, hadn’t wanted to sleep alone. He’d offered her Tamlin’s old bed and Elain had declined.

“Lucien,” she whispered, but beside her, he was already awake. Already holding the gun she’d yielded to him the day before. Neither of them said a word, listening to those stumbling steps.

They’d likely announced to every infected person in the building that they were here the second Lucien had begun hitting the drumset.

Elain couldn’t bring herself to regret it. Though she barely knew Lucien, she knew he’d needed that. The joy that had lit his face was worth the horror now slowly descending upon them. Elain watched the far wall and the long shadow that blotted out the flickering candle light.

Lucien tightened his hold around her, turning his head to look. Elain didn’t, squeezing her eyes shut tight. A soft moan from a throat that was no longer capable of producing speech and then the vicious recoil of the gun.

“Time to go,” Lucien said with a heavy sigh. Elain wondered if they ought to work out a better system, a trade where he killed and she did, so the burden didn’t fall so heavily on him. Yet when it came time to offer herself up, Elain’s sandpaper throat swallowed the words entirely. Lucien didn’t betray anything but the same world weariness she’d grown used to. He slung the bag they’d packed the night before over a broad shoulder while Elain tried very hard not to look at the blood splattered mess all over the floor.

Lucien pulled open the door, revealing that they were very much not alone. Elain could hear the sound of those shuffling feet and the stench of rotting, bloated corpses infecting the stale air. Wide-eyed, Lucien’s panicked expression was the last thing she saw before the door snapped shut behind them, bathing them in the dark.

“This way,” he said while Elain wished for a flashlight. Anything but the terrifying darkness and the sound of movement and moaning that seemed to echo around them. Lucien didn’t seem concerned until he yanked open the stairwell and a hoard of infected groaned. They must have spent the whole night walking those stairs.

“Oh, God,” Elain breathed. Lucien fired a shot, and then another before slamming the door shut. The sound of crunching bone made Elain gag.

They were boxed in. Elain could hear the infected ambling down the hall, while the ones behind the door fiddled with the handle, unable to remember how to work it. Lucien laced his fingers through Elain’s, his sweating palms betraying his fear. “This way,” he said, pulling her toward the old elevator shaft.

“Lucien—”

“Do you want to die?” he asked, prying it open with a grunt. “Because I sure as fuck don’t. Not in Ohio, of all places.”

“Lucien–”

“Hold on to me,” he said, bending his knees. The door just to the side of them pushed open and fell shut, too heavy for the infected behind to push, though she didn’t think it would stay that way. “Grab my neck.”

“Oh, God,” she whispered, wrapping her arms tight around him. Lucien hoisted her up, letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He glanced down the hall, shuddering when he realized the infected were closer than they’d originally thought. It was nearly impossible to see, amplifying Elain’s fear.

Lucien leaned into the open shaft, grabbing the heavy cable that had once hauled an elevator up and down. This was a terrible plan, she thought when he swung his body inside. Just in time—she’d felt cold fingers graze her arm, eliciting a soft scream of fear.

“You’re okay,” Lucien grunted. They were suspended in that dark shaft, held only by the strength in Lucien’s body.

“Don’t move, don’t move, don’t move,” he chanted. Elain understood why a moment later. The infected who’d touched her pitched forward and fell silently, missing them entirely. Elain buried her face in Lucien’s shoulder, suppressing a sob when the sound of bone and flesh smashed at the very bottom of the shaft. All she could hear was her own erratic heart and Lucien’s shallow breath.

“There will be more of that,” he warned her, sliding them down an inch. “Don’t panic. I won’t let you fall.”

Lucien wasn’t wrong. Unconcerned with anything but the living, the infected pitched forward after them, falling into the dark in a desperate attempt to infect Elain and Lucien, too. It was terrifying—each new body forced Lucien to stop moving and hope they didn’t careen into the pair of them and drag them to their death, too.

The smell in the shaft was unbearable by the end. Lucien’s feet touched the bottom first, arms held tight around her body as he stepped through blood and shattered bone to get them into the terrifyingly dark basement.

It was worse than anything Elain had experienced. Every drip of water or scurry of rat feet made her jump out of her skin. She didn’t feel safe, not when they descended back into the silent lobby, nor when they sprinted in the dark across the street and back to the parking garage they’d left Lucien’s truck in.

Elain didn’t let go of Lucien’s hand until they were safe inside, doors locked. Lucien, too, was wild eyed and ashen. He shook out his hands and exhaled a heavy breath. Somehow they had made it out, though she’d never know how.

“Where to, now?” Lucien whispered.

Elain launched herself over the center console, throwing her arms around his neck. Lucien was trembling, either from the effort it had taken to scale down fifteen floors in an elevator shaft, or the terror of their escape.

There were no words exchanged in the hug. Only Lucien gripping Elain so tight he was likely bruising her skin and her holding him just as rough. It felt like a lifetime had passed between the night with the drumset and the morning in the elevator shaft, though the sun still hadn’t risen and they were still bathed in near darkness.

“We’re okay,” he whispered into her hair. “We’re together.”

That was what mattered, she thought. Elain couldn’t have done any of that without him. In fact, it seemed a miracle she’d left that store at all, that they’d even gotten to Ohio. It was as if fate had conspired to bring them together, knowing they could only make this journey with the other. Wiping her eyes, Elain nodded.

“I hate it,” she told him, because she did. She knew, deep in her gut, she wasn’t cut out for this kind of life. The fact that she’d somehow survived was surely some giant, cosmic joke. Punishment for some terrible misdeed in a former life, perhaps.

Lucien gripped her face in his callused hands, sweeping his thumbs over her cheeks. She was sobbing, she realized. Elain hadn’t even noticed, but the soft sympathy on his face told her he didn’t begrudge her this.

“So do I,” he said, wiping away the tears cascading down her face. There was more he wanted to say, leashed behind his teeth. Elain was grateful for it. She couldn’t handle anything but the silence and the engine of the car. Lucien reached between them, hand reaching for her thigh. Elain had a visceral memory of Graysen doing this and feeling special for it.

Silly, given how insecure he’d always made her. As though she could prove through the little gestures that what he wanted more than anything was her.

There was no romance to the gesture. It was possible Lucien was trying to ground her, given Elain hadn’t stopped crying. It was just as possible he needed to ground himself, and reaching for her was the only way he could think to do that. Either way, the simple touch kept Elain from breaking.

She wasn’t alone—he was with her. They were together, and that had to be enough because there was nothing else. There was no waking up, no end to the nightmare they were now trapped in.

“If I’m infected,” she began when the sun began to rise. Lucien had just crossed into Indiana, crawling through the sprawled, chaotic traffic left haphazard on the roads.

“Don’t,” he tried to say, but they needed to know. Did he want her to do it quickly? To leave him to his own devices? Elain wanted to know what Lucien wanted in the event he was infected, too. It was better to tell him now rather than when panic set in and she might do or say something that put them both at risk.

“No matter what I say, I want you to kill me before I go. I want to die as me,” she whispered, hugging her middle. He squeezed her thigh tight enough to bruise, eyes glassy.

Swallowing, he whispered, “I want that, too.”

They lapsed back into silence, stopping once in Portage, Indiana to use the bathroom. Elain didn’t bother to ask Lucien where they were sleeping that night. If he stopped at all, she knew they’d be locked inside the car for the duration of it, gun in his lap.

When Elain returned to him, bleary eyed and hungry, Lucien was holding up a CD case.

“So I was thinking,” he began, eyeing her warily. “That maybe we could listen to some music.”

“I didn’t know you were a Fearless fan, Lucien,” she replied, pulling the album from his hands.

He grimaced. “Before…all this…I would have sworn up and down that I hated Taylor Swift. Who needs another break up song, right? At least, not one I didn’t write anyway,” he added ruefully.

Elain offered him a small smile, surprised that he was offering this because he wanted her to feel better. She didn’t mind sitting in silence, but maybe Lucien did.

“It’s the end of the world, though, and I don’t think anyone cares about how manly I seem. And I didn’t hate Love Story, if we’re being honest.”

“Wait until you hear Haunted then,” she replied with a teasing smile. It was on the tip of her tongue to thank him, but Elain leashed the urge. They’d been through so much in the span of a few days and thanking him for this small thing seemed strange—unnecessary, even. Had she been isolated for so long that she couldn’t remember how friendship worked?

It started, she supposed, with an offer to listen to Taylor Swift. And so Elain climbed back into the truck, draped a blanket over her lap, and slid the CD in while Lucien adjusted the volume. Loud enough they could both hear it, but not so loud they couldn’t talk, too.

The opening notes filled the cab and beside her, Lucien reclined back in his chair. Eyes closed, he groaned softly as he gripped the steering wheel. It was the most obscene thing she could ever recall seeing in her life and hardly sexual at the same time.

“I forgot,” he whispered, the corners of his eyes wet. Swallowing, he turned to look at her. “I forgot how music sounds.”

She reached across the car for his hand and squeezed. Lucien grinned, not caring about the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks.

“Sing it to me,” he said.

Elain took a breath. And she did.

LUCIEN:

“Okay, okay, okay,” Elain said, twisting in her seat to look at him. A can of cold raviolis lay nestled between her thighs, her plastic fork hanging from her fingers still stained orange despite the bite she’d just taken. Lucien was driving again, energized by the music and by Elain who’d really come alive in the last few hours. He’d thought he’d lost her after their crawl down the elevator shaft—she’d looked so dead eyed and vacant and he’d been terrified something in her had broken.

He barely knew her and yet Lucien was certain if Elain left him, he wouldn’t be able to continue the journey. There was no way he could do it alone like he’d once thought. He needed her, and maybe she needed him, too.

“Did you really get discovered in the basement of a record store?”

Elain had the jacket of his album in her free hand and was reading the story he, Vassa, and Jurian had carefully concocted one night after too many beers.

“Technically,” he laughed, thinking of that night. “He was a friend of my dads, so I had an in. We’d given him our record and he said before he signed us, he wanted to hear us live. So we scrambled, managed to convince a buddy of Jurian’s to give us the basement, and played live to him and a couple friends.”

Jes had been there. Lucien could still see her, leaned against that dingy wall, arms crossed over her chest while she smiled. Every time he looked up, he found her watching him and only him. She’d been the only person in that room to him—and he’d played only for her. The memory had once haunted him, but listening to Vassa’s voice over the speakers, Lucien felt warmed by it. There was some little spark of Jes in Elain that made Lucien feel safe. The way Elain smiled, maybe, or how bright and lively she was despite everything. It made Lucien want to trust her, to tell her every horrible thing that had happened in the aftermath. He thought she’d understand what he’d been through, what kept him awake at night.

And he wanted to know what she’d been through, too. More than anything, Lucien craved that connection—they were both killers and it weighed on them heavily. If she confessed that she’d hated it, that there had been no satisfaction in killing, Lucien thought it might absolve some of his own guilt, too.

But not tonight. It had been a hard enough day without asking her to relive more horror. They needed levity and fun.

“Isn’t that cheating?” Elain asked him, pulling him from his thoughts with that bright, sunlit smile.

He shrugged, one hand on the wheel, the other on her knee. “You think Taylor Swift didn’t have some help with her career? There are no Cinderella stories anymore—just a bunch of carefully crafted biographies and kids with rich dads helping them out. That was the only good thing Beron ever did for me, and I don’t think he ever realized he’d done it.”

If his father had known, he likely would have sabotaged Lucien’s career just because he could. He’d never made peace with Lucien’s decision not to go into politics or finance. Why couldn’t Lucien be more like Moreno’s son and work for Black Rock if he wasn’t going to follow in Eris’s footsteps?

“Way to ruin it, Lucien,” she grumbled, twisting just enough that she wasn’t facing him, but not so far he had to move his hand.

“There’s no such thing as a starving artist anymore. You can’t create if you have to pay bills,” Lucien told her without an inch of remorse. His trust fund had paid for him, Jurian, and Vassa to not work, which gave them an edge. If they needed to travel for a venue they could hop on a plane and they had all the time in the world to refine their music, to buy nice gear, to record and play with their music.

“My sister was a starving artist,” Elain told him, some of the light fading for a moment. “She would have been big if…”

“Maybe,” he finally said, glancing over. “Your family didn’t have money.”

Elain looked at her fingers. “Not money money. But my mom did…and my dad did before she died.”

“What happened when she died?”

Elain shrugged. “He spiraled. He didn’t know—no, that’s not true. He didn’t want to live without her. He let things go, including his business, and made a lot of bad decisions. The IRS came in and cleaned him out. They took everything. I was eleven at the time, so just old enough to understand what was going on.”

“I’m sorry,” Lucien said honestly, drawing in a breath through his nose. “Did he ever…”

Elain’s smile took on a bitter edge. “He never got another job. My older sister took a job in a nearby deli, and then we were all working to try and keep the lights on. My sister told us that if anyone found out how bad things were, we’d be separated so we went to school like normal and then after we went to our jobs, and then we’d stay up all night doing homework. It got better right at the end—when I was in high school, some relative of our moms showed up with trusts. They were little, but enough for the three of us to go to college.”

“Maybe they waited because they thought your father would spend the money.”

“Oh, I’m sure that’s why,” Elain said with a heavy sigh. “My sisters never forgave him, but I felt so bad. He was just so sick and so sad—I think he wished he would die, but his body wouldn’t let him. He was why I was in Virginia and sometimes I think…”

Lucien could guess what she thought. He reached between them, placing his hand back on her thigh. He’d worried, the first time he’d done it, that she’d think he was coming on to her. It was supposed to be comforting, a reminder she wasn’t alone. Elain exhaled the moment his palm collided with the fabric covering her leg, relaxing ever so slightly.

“I’m glad it was you in that Target,” Lucien finally said, swallowing against his nerves. “I didn’t realize how alone I was until I met you.”

“It could have been anyone—” she tried to say, self-deprecating when he wished she wouldn’t.

“No, it couldn’t,” he replied, struck by the revelation. “It could only be you.”

Elain laid her hand over his own and squeezed, another touch he needed so desperately. Lucien didn’t think humans were built for the sort of solitude he’d endured over the last year. He knew he wasn’t. He missed the connection of another person who seemed to understand you down to your bones, that could get to the heart of the matter with one easy look.

He couldn’t wholly say he enjoyed the Taylor Swift soundtrack. In the movies, they’d have been given something gritty, something with a messy beat and bleeding guitar riffs. The audience would know the two of them were alive just by the skin of their teeth.

But it wasn’t a movie. In the movies, Lucien would have had a military background and Elain’s clothes would have been so ripped you could see every inch of her. He’d be gruff and closed off and she’d be sexy and holding a shotgun.

Reality was far worse. There was no edgy score, no rough and tumble heroes that could fix the world. There was just a drummer and a baker in a car that, by all rights had no business running and no hope anyone they’d once loved was still alive. How did you carve a future from that? What future could they even have?

“Can you garden?” Lucien asked suddenly, thinking of that future.

“Yeah,” Elain replied, speaking a ravioli on her plastic fork and offering it to him. “Thinking about vegetables?”

“Thinking about what we’ll do if we get out to California and there’s no one waiting for us.”

“I don’t know if I want to settle down in Los Angeles.”

“Fair,” he agreed, offering her a tight smile. “We’ll figure it out, I guess.”

Elain opened her mouth to respond but Lucien swerved when a person appeared in his line of sight. Sauce flew through the cab as Elain screamed, throwing her hands up over her head. Lucien heard squealing tires ringing in his ears, felt the steering wheel vibrate beneath his fingers as he tried to control the truck.

“That…that person was alive.”

“Lucien,” Elain whispered, staring straight ahead. Lucien whipped his head around, certain the pair of green eyes he’d seen were human—were alive. “Lucien, look.”

He turned his head to find a wooden sign staked to the ground. New Fort Wayne, it read, painted in steady, white letters. 1 mile ahead.

“You don’t think?”

A slap against the glass made Elain scream. Lucien jumped, turning with the expectation he’d see more of the infected. More dead eyes, more pallid, bloated skin.

He found long, blonde hair pulled off a sun-tanned face. Green eyes glowing in the dark, and an all-too familiar rose tattoo inked against a throat.

“Tamlin?”

Tamlin blinked for a moment.

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