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zekepng · 5 days

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𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘

One evening, a familiar neighbour approaches you and requests a favour, even though it's late. You willingly assist him and he doesn't let you leave without generously rewarding you for your helpfulness.

Milkman (Francis Mosses) one shot, explicit content - fanart: Yunonoai on twitter

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As you settle into your seat, you feel your eyelids growing heavy from the gentle sway. It's a quiet Sunday, with only a few souls venturing through. It seems like the majority of the neighbours have chosen to stay home and take a break today.

You found some satisfaction in your job, despite your preference for being at home on a Sunday.

At least you're earning a paycheck for your efforts to do nothing.

Just like magic, the elevator doors glide open, as if anticipating your thoughts. You awaken, your gaze drawn to the window shielding your office. Anastacha glances in your direction, offering a brief wave and a smile before gracefully heading towards the exit.

You reciprocate the gesture, ensuring there are no witnesses nearby.

Before slipping on your headphones, you steal a quick glance at the clock on the wall, hoping to see the hand inching closer to ten, but it's barely making its way to eight.

Once again, as if following a precise rhythm, your tired eyes gently close.

Until the sound of forceful pounding against the glass abruptly jolts them awake. You find yourself on the edge of your seat, suddenly snapping upright in a state of sheer panic.

You abruptly lose track of your surroundings, momentarily transported from your peaceful bed to an unfamiliar place.

You find yourself sinking into the uncomfortable chair, feeling the strain in your back as you gaze out through the transparent barrier that separates you from the outside world. You can't help but feel a rush of surprise as you lay your eyes on the towering figure before you, his gentle smile adding a touch of warmth to the scene.

"Long shift?" He asks, his head slightly tilted. His gentle, deep brown eyes fixate on you, capturing a flicker of delight in your astonished expression.

"Francis," you whisper, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. You remove the headphones from your ears and sit up straight in your chair.

As per his usual attire, he wears a pristine white shirt and sleek black trousers, complemented by a stylish black bow tie. With his trademark white hat perched atop his tousled brown silk hair, it's clear that he's having a particularly dishevelled day.

“Did I startle you?” He asks, his voice carrying a sense of innocence as he gently removes his hat from his head.

You tear your eyes away from his, only to steal a quick glance at the clock, hoping to catch any sign of time passing. You find it shocking that what seemed like an eternity actually lasted a mere half an hour. "Well, I never expected anyone to approach me," you murmur softly.

"My apologies, (y/n)," he says with a playful laugh, “but I need you to get into my apartment.”

As you regain consciousness, a wave of disorientation washes over you. You gaze at him with a bewildered expression, desperately trying to comprehend his words. Suddenly, he utters, "My keys, (y/n). You have my keys, just like you do every day.”

Your cheeks flush as a wave of embarrassment washes over you, all while he stares at you with a gentle smile, almost bordering on a smirk. “Sorry, it’s been a long night.” You casually reach over and take his house keys from the hook.

“I guess I’m not the only forgetful one here,” he chuckles, clutching the keys to his truck in his hand.

During your week of working here, you formed a pact with Francis. Because of his tendency to forget, he would often misplace one of his keys and ask for a spare. In order to avoid this recurring issue, you both decided to make an arrangement where his keys would be kept downstairs at your desk.

As he inches towards the glass, a sense of confusion washes over you until he finally says, “I have another favour I need you to do for me.”

“Which is?” You ask, carefully examining his features. You trace the contours of his nose, gradually becoming absorbed in your own thoughts—lewd thoughts.

You find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from him as he talks.

The gaze in his almond-shaped eyes carries a captivating yet mysterious allure.

Every time he passes by, his demeanour seems gloomy, but a flicker of joy illuminates his eyes when he catches a glimpse of you. However, that happiness quickly dissipates as his smile vanishes.

You can't help but imagine the intense gaze and the heated encounter as he bends you over your desk and fucks you senseless.

Your mind is swirling with questions like, What noise does he make? Is he loud? Would he fuck you good? Is it big?

It has to be big.

There is a mysterious presence about him that eludes comprehension, yet it holds you captivated.

“So, can I?” He asks, jolting you back to reality as you realise you've completely zoned out and missed his entire conversation.

You find yourself shaking your head in disbelief, struggling to process his words. However, your mind becomes overwhelmed with a flurry of unanswered questions. “I’m sorry, could you repeat that for me?”

“I asked if I could place a few of my milk trays in your office as I unload them from my truck? It’s far colder there than it is out here,” he asks, causing your eyes to cautiously shift between his face and the office floor, contemplating if they would even fit.

“It’s just so that I don’t have to keep going to my truck all the way to the third floor.” He includes this detail in an effort to convince.

You're still apprehensive because it's against the rules to allow residents into the office, even for a brief period of time. “I don’t think I can let you in here, Francis.” You admit, a hint of guilt creeps into your expression.

"Come on," he pleads, his head tilting and his hands clasping together in a prayer-like gesture. “Please, it will only be for a few minutes, (y/n).”

His voice trembles and his eyes become gentle, almost melting you with their intensity.

"It's late, and this secret can stay between us," he pleads, his voice filled with desperation. “I promise I’ll reward you for being good to me, (y/n).” It’s almost as if the use of him saying your name was a kryptonite to you.

Every atom of your being trembles as your name escapes out of his mouths, sending shivers down your spine.

“Fine,” you reluctantly concede, succumbing to his pleading stare. “Just be quick.”

In a matter of moments, he effortlessly reveals a sly grin, his expression as stoic as ever, as he casually lowers his hands by his side. "You’re the best,” he exclaims while placing his hat back on his head and stepping back outside.

You cautiously lean back in your chair, then rise to your feet and unlock the office door. Before proceeding, you cautiously survey your surroundings, ensuring that no prying eyes are present.

The last thing you desire is to attract unwanted attention and risk being reported for violating any regulations.

As you gently nudge the door, you lean against it, ensuring it stays ajar, eagerly anticipating Francis swift return from his truck. As time passes, you observe him effortlessly using his back to swing open the door of the building. He then pivots and starts making his way towards you.

You watch as he carefully balances two crates, one on top of the other, brimming with delicate glass milk bottles. You watch as he effortlessly carries the heavy crates into the office, his white shirt rolled up to reveal his strong forearms adorned with prominent veins.

You can't help but have your attention fixated on him, like an annoying, persistent fly.

"I only have two more to carry," he says, walking past you once more before vanishing outside.

You eagerly anticipate his return, and when he finally enters the building, he is drenched from the rain. You can't help but notice how his shirt is nearly transparent, allowing a glimpse of his skin underneath.

As raindrops trickle down his face, they leave a trail of glistening droplets in their wake.

As he enters the office with the two crates, you quietly trail behind him, allowing the door to gently shut behind you. You watch as he carefully places the crates on top of each other, his gaze sweeping across the office before he straightens up.

You watch as Francis takes off his hat, his face filled with a sense of relief. I can help you carry these up to your apartment, however, in order to do so, I'll need the key to the truck," you mention, extending your hand towards him.

You find yourself captivated by his stare as he gently places the keys in your open hand. As you casually swap the truck key for the flat key, his gaze remains fixated on you.

As you turn around to face him, you find yourself taken aback as you come face to face with him, your eyes widening in surprise at his close proximity.

His towering presence looms above you, his hand poised near the switch that will lower the shutter. You find yourself struggling to control your breathing, as if your breath has been captured by an unseen force.

“Did you think I forgot about your reward?” His voice says, sending shivers down your spine while also captivating your senses.

Without uttering a single sound, he proceeds to push the switch, causing the shutters to gradually descend, leaving only you and him in the office.

"I didn't think you were serious," you mutter, struggling to articulate your thoughts.

As he takes the keys from your grasp, his touch is tender as he delicately cradles your chin with his other hand. You find yourself instinctively retreating as he moves closer, your back pressing against the edge of your desk. “Good girls deserve to be rewarded, (y/n).”

“And you’re a good girl for helping me, aren’t you, (y/n)?” He asks, gently caressing your lips with his thumb.

You fix your eyes on him, a gaze brimming with intense desire. You find yourself completely immobilised and unable to utter a single word, ensnared in a captivating spell cast by his presence.

You want him to tear your clothes off and fuck you savagely as if you were animals.

In the blink of an eye, his tender caress transforms into something forceful. You watch as his hand swiftly clamps around your jaw, his eyes filled with intensity. "Say it," he demands, his voice filled with authority.

In any other circumstance, fear might consume you, but instead, a surge of pleasure courses through your body, intensifying the throbbing sensation between your legs.

You swallow nervously before quietly admitting, "I am."

"Good," he murmurs, loosening his hold on your jaw as he draws you closer to him. Out of nowhere, he surprises you by gently placing his lips against yours, leaving you completely stunned.

You feel the warmth of his body as your hands instinctively glide up his neck, drawn to his touch. You can't help but be drawn to his kisses, even though they're sloppy.

They are filled with a raw and intense passion that ignites something deep within you. You feel a gentle bite on your bottom lip, and a soft moan emerges from your throat as he takes the chance to slide his tongue through.

You can sense the heat coursing through your veins, which is matched only by the rapid thumping of your heart.

As he shifts back, a brief strand of saliva lingers between you both, only to be swiftly followed by another passionate kiss. You find yourself captivated by the gentle gaze in his eyes as he slowly moves his lips from yours to the tender skin of your neck.

You feel a soft nibble on your neck, followed by a gentle whisper in your ear, “Sit on the desk.”

You find yourself completely mesmerised by his every word, unable to resist his intriguing presence. You obediently follow the directions, concealing any signs of bewilderment. You settle yourself on the desk, feeling a slight breeze as your skirt lifts slightly.

You reach out to mend it, but he abruptly halts your movement. His hands gently lift yours away from your thighs, finding their place on either side of you.

You watch as he gracefully lowers himself to the ground, effortlessly sinking to his knees right in front of you.

You find yourself at a loss for words as you experience the sensation of his hands enveloping your thighs, gently guiding you closer to the edge of the desk.

You feel the gentle touch of his lips against the sensitive skin of your thighs, eliciting a soft gasp as you tilt your head back in response.

You feel a gentle tug on your thong, as it gracefully slides down your leg and is set aside.

You adjust your skirt higher, feeling a sudden warmth on your cheeks as you become aware of your vulnerability.

You're captivated by the intensity of his eyes, lost in the moment as he delicately positions your legs over his shoulder, drawing you nearer without disrupting the desk.

You observe him with anticipation and a heightened sense of desire as he approaches your cunt. You find yourself biting your lip, a soft whimper escaping your lips as his warm tongue playfully dances around your clit, sending waves of teasing pleasure through your body.

The tip of his tongue delicately explores and teases your pussy.

Unexpectedly, he inserts two fingers into your wet hole, eliciting a chorus of pleasure-filled sounds from your lips.

You slowly glide your hand through his soft, lustrous brown hair, then firmly grasp it as he skillfully moves his fingers in and out of you, simultaneously using his tongue to pleasure your most sensitive spot.

You are consumed by an overwhelming surge of tension, which sends waves of pleasure cascading through your entire being. "Oh fuck," you gasp, your voice filled with desire, as you tightly grip his hair.

You can feel the intensity building as his tongue quickens its pace, sending waves of tension through your body. Just as the knot of anticipation reaches its peak, he eases off, gradually slowing down.

You feel a rush of pleasure as his fingers move in and out of you, perfectly synchronised with the skillful movements of his tongue. It's as if he knows exactly how to bring you to the brink of ecstasy.

As if to intensify the sensation, he adds a third finger into your dripping pussy, causing you to cry out, "Francis, please!" His tongue quickens its pace once more, heightening the pleasure even more.

You sense your proximity drawing near. You can feel the heat building up inside you, your breath quickening and your toes curling in pleasure as he expertly stimulates you with his slender fingers. "I'm getting close," You struggle to utter the three simple words, your voice trembling with emotion.

Out of nowhere, he abruptly withdraws his mouth from you, yet his fingers remain inside, delving deeper and deeper.

You're hooked by the intense stare he directs towards you, his eyes filled with a mysterious allure. A blend of your fluids and his spit moistens his mouth as he slowly smirks at you.

Author's note: part 2 is pending... ಇ

#francis mosses #thats not my neighbor #thats not my neighbour one shot #francis mosses x reader #zekepng #smut #one shot #one shot smut

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etheries1015 · 3 months

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Hellooo 1st I just wanna say that I love how you write! The fics you post almost always puts a smile on my face when I’m stressed and I just wanna thank you for that <3

Anyways I’ve been accidentally rizzing my friends up lately on accident with sweet words and I ended up thinking what would the biggest tsundere (literally) in twst do with an s/o who’s very generous with compliments and poetic with words and is shameless with how cheesy they can sound sometimes

I’m so sorry if my request is too vague huhu, have a good day! <3

THHAANNKK YOU *SMOOCHES* *GNAWS ON UR LEG* I LOVE U and may happier and less stressful times come ahead for you!

although you didn't specify which character...I picked who I believe to be the top three tsudneres of the game. Heuheuehu.

The prefects muse~

In which you find yourself utterly bemused by him, throwing out compliments and lines of infatuation that leave him a flustered wreck. How does he react to someone as valiantly passionate as you regarding your sweet words of honey?

Featuring: Idia, Riddle, Azul

Idia

Idia convinced himself you were just another introverted loser who had no care in your mind for other people, keeping to yourself, enjoying video games, and always open for degernate hours of playing video games.

what he did NOT know he was signing himself up for, was some sort of weird poet club bullshit. Yet there he was, sitting on the couch of the ramshackle dorm playing away at the new console he had gifted you he could feel your gaze burning the back of his head. Turning around slowly and almost with dread, your shit-eating grin blinded him with words of sweet-sweet cringe.

"Watching you play video games you can truly see how serious you are, it's adorable," Idia groaned with cheeks burning a bright shade of pink, burrying himself into the couch, "Ah~ I wish you would look at me like that, with such passion..."

"ugh..whhyy..." Idia murmured embarrassingly avoiding your gaze and remaining strong in holding himself together at your routine daily compliments.

"I can't help it!" You cried out theatrically, "Idiiaa...I can be like a video game. Play me, too!" That comment broke something inside of him that was supposed to be stayed hidden, his blue hair changing a bright shade of pink to signify the extent of his flustered state. You only giggled at this, as Idia attempted to hold in all self control by taking his hoodie, hoping the couch would just take him then and there.

Over time he became used to the fact that you would openly flirt with him, although that never stopped the second hand embarrassment that came along with it. What he wont tell you, though, that behind the rosey cheeks and tsundere display of dislike for your antics, was a heart that beat quickly and mind that secretly enjoyed your poetic and "old cringy" way of loving him.

Which just means your flirting is working, keep it up! <3 But maybe try to hold back in front of other people, he isn't sure how much more he can keep deflecting their raised eyebrows and teasing remarks...

riddle

Being someone who is well versed in the world of poetry and literature, he could often pin point where some of your lines may come from. His way of deflection is either correcting your sentences, or retorting with the next line. What he DOESN'T know how to deflect, is the string of compliments you give him on a day to day basis. At first he simply thought you were being kind in complimenting the way his hair shone in the sunlight- until Cater pointed out that your remarks were anything but the norm. That's when Riddle took more notice to it, realizing that your lines of poetry was not an exercise of the brain, yet an actual technique to flirt with him.

and it was working.

"Riddle~" You sang in the halls of heartslabyul, skipping much to his annoyance.

"Do not jump around in the halls," He chastised you, "What is it?" You gave him a mischievous smile with a toothy grin to match, clearing your throat and standing straight.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

Silence reigned for a few moments as Riddle blinked a few times, squinting his eyes to give you his typical "poker face."

"Is this another one of your attempts to 'flirt' with me?" He asked, you leaning against the wall and running your fingers through your hair in a flirty and playful manner. You nodded eagerly, to which Riddle gave a sigh and walked past you to continue whatever he was doing prior to your poetic interruption. Your jaw slacked open and you skipped (again, to his annoyance) to catch up to him.

"I swear I saw a smile! Turn around and show it to me, Riddle! Was that one good? Did I capture your heart finally?" You giggled, seeing how Riddle was obviously ignoring your feeble cries of searching attention.

Yet you were correct, he couldn't help but find his cheeks as red as a rose and lips curling up in a bashful smile. He would not allow you to see how you affect him, however.

Riddle tends to just ignore your flirting, now that he has come accustomed to it. Even in front of people when you would openly compliment him, Riddle continued sipping his tea seemingly unbothered. Whenever he would get strange looks to find an explanation to your questionable behavior, he simply shrugged.

"Do not mind them, they are always like this."

But at night by his lonesome, he was repeating your words in his head a million times over, that same rose colored tint upon his cheeks and smile with a blanket hard on his grip. Perhaps giggling a time or two to himself...for he never met someone as brazen as you. Not that he was actually complaining, though.

Azul

Flirting with Azul was always a treat. His reactions were the most flamboyant out of the other tsundere boys, he never failed to get some sort of remark and complaint out of his mouth whenever you sang praises his way. He attempted to be calm and collected, but the blush that painted his cheeks betrayed his cool demeanor.

"Is that a new coat, Azul? Ohohoh you do look dashing, If I do say so myself. Did you style your hair? The way it frames your face really brings out your features-"

"Stop, stop stop! Why must you feel the need to shower me in complimets?!" He cried out, burying his face into his arms upon the deak. The pink on his ears was also unforgiving for the poor merman. You chuckled and sat next to him, patting his shouders.

"I can't help it! If I see something I like, I must voice it out. Is it too plain? I can try and be more poetic. Let's see..." You used your hand to pull his chin, forcing his gaze to meet with yours. You inwardly teased him at the vibrant hue of his cheeks and flustered face, keeping it in as you leaned forward to gaze deeply into his eyes.

"Your eyes," you started, "Shine far brighter than any I have seen, even the most silver and sparkly of diamonds pale in comparison to your-"

"e-e-enough! W-what is this?!" Azul pulled away, tucking his head back into his arms and groaning, "Just...go back to what you were doing before! None of this...diamond...and..." He trailed off, words failing him. Azul was not used to such praises from others, he spent his entire life believing the worst every moment he caught glance in a mirror with a life time of self esteem issues. So hearing you so openly compliment him always left the man flustered and blushing, cringing at every moment you tried to stroke his ego.

He never truly get's used to it, only finds ways to ignore you. When you're around others and began to make a sly comment about how his hands look nice or how his skin looks that particular day, he closes his eyes and avoids anyone's gazes with a face full of color that even the coral of the sea could not compare. He often gets teased by his fellow classmates for this, but never actually speaks up in distaste to you. He could never admit just how much your persistent compliments thoroughly means to him, and how with every word he finds himself looking in the mirror with a little more enthusiasm than he once had.

~~~

yes I like to use the headcannon that Idias hair changes color when he has really strong emotions aosdjflkasdjf

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debonairprincesposts · 12 days

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hi!! idk if requests are open, but ill just leave this here in case they are.

can I request lucifer and alastor (separate plz) with an imp s/o? just general headcanons :)

General head-canons of Lucifer and Alastor with an imp s/o.

Not a problem Anon! I take requests at random. But here are the head-canons u requested! Hope they’re to your liking.

Enjoy! (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

Lucifer:

▫️ Lucifer is the type of person who would literally do anything you asked and get it done as fast as he could.

Let’s say that you came home from work and you’re tired, hungry, and completely drained.

You didn’t even have time to say anything

The moment he takes in your disheveled state, he would immediately scoop you up in his arms, put you in your pajamas, make you your favorite food then lets you eat it on the couch with your favorite tv show on, then proceed to put your legs on his lap to massage your feet and ask how your day went.

Totally empathizes with you when you complain about how your boss was a total jerk.

Asks if you need him to “talk” with your boss real quick.

Obviously you say no.

Is definitely the type to make short jokes

Even if he isn’t that much taller than you

He’s excited to finally have someone shorter than him, leave him be!

While you’re trying to reach something off a high shelf or something, he would definitely be like, “Need help, my love?” While smirking and looking all smug.

Tries to reach for it but he’s too short

Ends up using his magic to get it

When he hands it to you all embarrassed cuz he couldn’t reach it himself, you just smirk in amusement and kiss him on the cheek, “Thanks, love.”

Doesn’t matter how long you guys have been together, he still blushes at the pet names.

He calls you “My love” “Little Duckling” “Honey”

You call him “Darling” “love” “Luci”

Thinks you give the best cuddles.

Like, you’re definitely the perfect size for him for him to just scoop up and put you on his lap. Loves nuzzling his face at the back of your neck when he does.

Leaves a few kisses there too.

Absolutely loves it when you cup his face and just litter the entirety of it with kisses.

Blushes and smiles like a lovesick fool each and every time.

Fiddles with your tail when you sit on his lap.

Lets you pet his wings when you’re upset

Loves being big spoon because it makes him feel like he can protect you cuz of how small you are.

Sometimes when he went to sleep early and you had to stay up late to finish some work, he’d get a nightmare and go to your office wearing his duck pajamas with a blanket around his shoulders while holding a pillow with his hair looking disheveled. He’d stand infront of the door and keep looking at you with cute puppy eyes, all big and glistening, filled with tears until you get off your desk and lead him back to the bedroom to cuddle his nightmares away.

Appreciates it every time.

Makes sure you know it through mumbles in between kisses he leaves on your hand when you spoon him.

Loves being spooned after nightmares

Just very grateful he has you in his life now. He just loves you so much.

Alastor:

He would quite literally kill for you

Seems to be obsessed with you on an unhealthy level

But you love it and think it’s cute so you don’t care. Plus, he’d never hurt you.

He loves you too much to even think of hurting you

He made a deal with you to make sure he never could

Absolutely hates physical contact

But if it’s you then he doesn’t mind :)

Makes you jambalaya during the time he knows you would arrive home.

Massages your shoulders while you eat and asks about your day

Despises your boss for causing you stress

The only reason he hasn’t killed him yet is because you said no

He’d never disobey you

Your word is basically law

If you’re upset, he’d take you to his room, lay your head on his lap, rubs you head and horns, and sing for you

If that’s not enough, he’d lay his head on your lap instead and lets you play with his ears

You find that they’re very fluffy

You let him know that

One time while you guys were out, a bullet almost hit you.

He killed the sinner responsible immediately

Always made sure he was out with you from then on

Doesn’t matter what you’re doing. He’s going with you

Loves to make you flustered with all his nice fancy pet names. Loves to call you “Darling” “Dear” “Little Doe”

Your pet names for him are “Al” “Sweetie” “love”

Loves playing with your tail when you sit on his lap.

Would literally do anything you ask

He loves you that much

I think I went a bit overboard. I enjoyed writing this tho! And I hope you enjoyed reading it too ∠(ᐛ 」∠)

Thank you anon for this wonderful request! I hope it was up to your standards :)

Anyway! Stay healthy and hydrated y’all

Bye Babes!

-DebonairPrince

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twogyuu · 2 months

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[1152]

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

synopsis: fluff/comfort, mild crack, established relationship (just like magic couple)

warnings: profanity

wc: idc - i don't wanna count today

a/n: for my sad bitches <3 im a sucker for back hugs shut up wbk. inspired by ten lee's 'lie with you.'

. . . .

"Why do you do it?" you ask.

"Do what?" Vernon asks in return. He removes one side of his over ear headphones.

You lean back into his chest, letting out a heavy sigh as you tilt your head up towards the deep purple, midnight sky. You feel him adjust his arms better around your shoulder and as if it is so natural, you reach up and cling onto his forearms, giving him a comforting squeeze.

"Your headphones," you look up at him, reaching up at tapping one ear. His lips spread in a sheepish smile. "You almost always have them on - even here, when things are quiet and I thought you'd like to enjoy the sounds of nature."

Vernon raises his brows curiously. "I wouldn't call a hill in the distance where you can still hear city traffic, 'nature.'"

You elbow him playfully. "You know what I mean."

"Well," Vernon leans forward and nuzzles his chin into the crook of your neck, "Sometimes, the world is just . . . too loud. Too many opinions, too many videos, too many sounds." He releases his arms from you and reaches up to remove his headphones. He takes you by surprise, adjusting them over your ear - a soft tune is playing, accompanied by a breathy, soothing voice. "And though trying to understand other perspectives is important, sometimes, it's overwhelming. Music blocks out that noise, let's me just be and centers myself."

"Grounds you like a rock," you hum, your body starting to sway to the beat.

Vernon hums, wrapping his arms around your waist now, swaying with you. "Something like that."

And because it seems like he needed it, that's exactly what you did - just let him be, soaking in the small moment, the chaos, the calm, the distance, the closeness. After all, the two of you were just two specks in an infinite amount of time and millions of the world - why not enjoy it?

Seven songs pass, now on James Arthur's 'Falling Like the Stars' (which you don't remember was a song you added on your suggestion or he found it voluntarily), you turn back around, tugging the headphones off your head and placing it over his ears again. Your hands don't quite leave the sides of his face.

Vernon looks at you dubiously, though he's suppressing a growing grin.

"Your turn," you say.

He reaches for one hand, letting it slip and press it closer to his cheek. "Next time, we need to bring earbuds - so we can both listen."

"Gross - and pretend like we're in some teen romcom running away from high school?" you fib, though it has your heart buzzing.

"I'll clean them," Vernon states matter-of-factly.

"Oh," you chortle, "That's not what I meant."

Vernon leans in and gives you a chaste kiss. it's fleeting as he's quick to pull back. He's not usually one for PDA (not that you were in public, but physical affection in general) - though you've been dating for quite some time, it still makes you flustered.

"I'm aware," Vernon chuckles as you turn back around hastily in embarrassment. "You say it's gross, but I know you love it."

"Maybe," you fib.

"Like you didn't daydream about being in some college friends-to-lovers with drive-in movies and late-night fast food diners," Vernon calls you out. He's well-aware of your obsession with 80's teen romcoms and infatuation with the seemingly dull but bright scenes.

"Stop exposing me like that!" you shrink forward, threatening to break his linked fingers to escape free.

"There's nobody here, but us," he states the obvious, pulling you closer anyway - not like you were trying that hard to run away.

"Still."

"It's okay if you love it, you know?"

You throw him a playful scowl over your shoulder.

"Let me make your dreams come true - 3AM dinner at Dino's Diner? I'll feed you fries," Vernon offers.

You fully spin around now, pushing him away by his chest. "Yes to dinner at Dino's Diner to live out my dreams - I'll feed myself the fries."

Vernon clicks his tongue against his teeth. "Fine - suit yourself."

You chortle, jumping off the hood of the car and holding a hand out to him. He's quick to follow, but rather than linking hands, he high-fives you instead.

"Hey!"

"You said stuff like this is gross," he calls as he starts opening the door on the driver side.

You both climb into the car and click on your seatbelts.

"But . . ." you squirm uncomfortably, "Not with you."

There's a shit-eating grin on his lips now as he turns the key and engine roars. Finally, he looks over to meet your eyes, his glowing bronze underneath the city lights from the distance. Vernon extends his hand, opening it up for you to take it.

"Thank you," you quip.

"No more lying," he warns as he backs up.

"Fine - b-but, you already know I like you," you stammer.

"Like?"

You groan. "Love."

"Doesn't hurt to say it aloud sometimes."

"Touche."

"I love you."

"Vernon!"

#vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff

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angelfoxx · 1 year

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° “COULD I…HELP YOU?”

… in which the genshin hybrids maybe, possibly let you help with their heats/ruts

FEATURING: gorou, tighnari, & yae miko.

WARNINGS: afab reader; do you consider eating yae out at the shrine sacrilege because if so then uh. um. scratches my neck awkwardly

NOTE/S: hey! i’m new and i eat requests UP. if u enjoy my work, pls leave a request and i’ll see if i can do it!

— GOROU

✧ He tries not to mention it to you. Key word; tries. More often than not he’s dealt with his…biological problems…during combat, and when you are leading an entire rebellion, getting off probably isn’t your top concern. Is it annoying? Yes. Does it make him irritable and short-tempered and want to commit violent crimes against the nation? Also yes. He goes absolutely apeshit insane during the worst of his cycle and chances are if you happen to be on the front lines with him you’ll see him lose his goddamn mind because while he may be a very high-ranking general he is also a bitch to the biological system and, archons, the frustration he has to otherwise ignore gets fueled into his job. he commits war crimes against the state

✧ That is, of course, until you. You are now a new factor in his life and considering that you’re not only fighting beside him but also more often than not sleeping over in his tent, bringing him food after he returns to camp, or doing who-knows-what-else, you’re bound to find out one way or another. His leading fear is that you’ll have a rather rude awakening to his issue after arriving at his tent a little too late and finding him trying to sleep, trying, because he doesn’t get much of that anymore between war and also hormones, but he’s afraid you’ll be a little too late and instead of him sleeping you’ll find him halfway curled over himself with his tortured dick slick in his hands and fierce red bleeding over his face as he tries to sate the carnal urge seething in his loins.

✧ He eventually tells you, sort of; he brings you in well before his cycle starts and tells you, as calmly as he can manage, that you should stay away from his tent because the coming week is going to be hard for him. You misunderstand, initially, and immediately start reassuring him that if the resistance is running low on supplies or rations or defenses you’ll go out no problem to provide assistance. This then leads to him having to explain that no, this isn’t anything to do with the resistance, it’s a…it’s a biological problem, and it makes me…frustrated, it frustrates me, and I don’t think I could live with myself if you got caught in the crossfire. He’s really trying not to stumble over his words — this is incredibly embarrassing, incredibly, like, tail-trying-to-tuck embarrassing — but he’s doing his best, and what more could you ask?

✧ You’re not stupid. Biological problems making him frustrated to the point of not being able to see you? He’s dancing around the whole core of the thing and so you half-laugh and look at him and his slumping ears and semi-tucked tail and rose-tinted cheeks and ask him, point blank, if he’s trying to explain rut. He seems almost scandalized by you putting it so simply, but with a whiny groan and guiltily-closing eyes he nods and affirms your suspicions. Now he’s trying to excuse himself; it’s not a big deal, I’ll be fine, I just…it would be best for you to stay away, stay away while I’m dealing with it, but you’re not having it. Obviously, he’s used to dealing with his primal side on his own, but now he has you; perhaps your clear-thinking, never-having-dealt-with-a-rut conscience is what makes you wait for him to finish rushing through his panicked monologue before you step forward, take his hand in yours, and ask if it would be a better idea for him to just…get it out of his system. You know, for the efforts of the resistance and all. It can’t be good to have General Top Dog Gorou not completely focused on the fight, right? So maybe he should just…you know, let you spend the night this coming week and just let his biological problem run its course. You know, for the resistance.

At this point, you aren’t sure whether the damp spot under your cheek is from spit or tears. You can’t exactly check either; it’s like your muscles aren’t listening to you anymore. They’re so rigid it hurts, so stiff you can’t move unless you want to lose what little composure you have left. You’re hot, so hot; despite being clothed in what are now torn-up, ragged shreds of fabric, you feel stifled, overheated; it’s not coming from your surroundings, but rather, your gut, from somewhere deep in your gut, the same place that’s making every muscle go stiff and your legs practically vibrate and your eyes roll back and oh, please, the same place that Gorou keeps hitting, blunt tip spearing up against and hammering into overdrive.

The thought swirls hazily in your head for half a second before you feel hard, slick length pull out of you, bump heavily against the back of your thigh before you hear a shuffle and then a hot tongue is prodding at your sobbing hole, carving searing lines through the thick glaze of spit, pre, and arousal coating the hot space between your legs and flooding over to the insides of your thighs. It’s been like this for so long, so long — you’ve lost track of time. You force a rolled-back eye to come forward; you gaze blearily at the ceiling of the tent, try to find the glow of the moon but it’s no use, not when everything is blurred together with tears and the world feels like it’s spinning and—

Gorou whines between your legs, laps up the arousal your cunt is all but drooling out by this point. His face is glued to you; a broken, absent consideration for whatever little things he’s got in here crosses through your mind as you hear the telltale whisk of fur on tent.

You’re leaning your hips back, ready this time when he mounts back up behind you. Both hands grope around your hips, claw at the seams of your thighs and finally find purchase quite literally on the hill of your pelvis. His chest lays up on your back; he’s burning up, skin on fire as his canines latch onto your ear and his breath threatens to burn your cheek. He doesn’t speak; he can’t, you don’t think, vocabulary reduced to a handful of pants, moans, and breathy half-words, slurred “m’gon, m’gonna, hol’n” as his stiff cockhead prods through your slit and nudges back into the sopping warmth of your cunt. Something clatters to the floor; if the rhythmic, quickening thump of his tail furiously hitting the floor in tandem with his pistoning hips, he’s close, again. How many times had he already? Four? Five, maybe? He’s still going at it as hard as he had in the start; the only indicator that his stamina is lessening is how sloppy he’s getting with his motions. He’s constantly groping around for a hold on your slick skin despite having found one immediately when this all first started; his breathing has steadily grown more labored, and you can feel saliva soaking down your neck as his teeth find purchase beside your nape and he bites down, some last effort to anchor himself as his hips twitch and a fresh rope of heat spills out against that spot deep in your gut.

— TIGHNARI

✧ Much unlike the aforementioned general, his methods of dealing with his rut are…indulgent. He knows better than anyone what the rut is and why it does what it does and how to best work with it. The other researches know this; they know that sometimes, for no apparent reason at all, he writes up a whole patrol schedule for the next several days and sends himself out on the further ones; he’ll disappear for days at a time, often excusing himself with reasoning along the lines of studying the forest over a period of days to ensure that the Withering isn’t rearing its head, or that he wants to record the state of certain formerly-affected plants over a longer section of time. Both are rather normal reasons to be excused for so long; plus, Collei’s got home base under control, and his absences aren’t necessarily unusual. So, it works.

✧ If you pry enough — but wait, Tighnari, we might need you, we’ve got this thing we’re doing…how long will you be gone for? — he’ll explain it to you, and he’ll do so rather eloquently which is wild considering that he’s really just talking about how he gets ridiculously, unbearably horny for a week or so at a time and fucks his hands several dozen times over. He explains it scientifically, simply, and comfortably; he’s casual about what he’s talking about and maybe that’s why you have to do a double take and, as he’s walking out to check on Collei and make sure she’s got things covered, you sort of sputter and turn around and ask if he’s going into rut. He just pauses, looks over his shoulder, and blinks — you feel kind of stupid when he just looks at you and dubiously goes “yes?” Somehow, despite him being the one who’s literally distancing himself so he can masturbate in peace, you feel awkward and exposed. In any case, he just walks away, very casually, to check in on Collei, leaving you to realize that oh, oh, that’s…oh.

✧ When you stop him the night before he leaves — he’s packing a satchel of whatever he needs, you’d guess — you’re the one who’s shifting on your feet and hot in the face as you ask if he needs any help. He just blinks at you, asks what you mean, and flicks an ear when you open your mouth to answer and stammer out something about helping to carry something to his temporary campsite. He says he appreciates the offer but he’s got it managed just fine; plus, he adds, you don’t want to be around someone under (what he calls) animalistic instinct. You don’t quite know how to say that uh, well, haha, funny you say that, because I kind of do, and so you just say you’re worried about him going off on his own. He laughs — he finds that quite endearing — and tells you he’ll be fine. He tells you to go get some sleep; if it’ll make you feel better, he’ll bring you some spoils from the jungle when he gets back, so you can look forward to his return for reasons other than the obvious.

✧ Which, of course, doesn’t work. He disappears the next morning, as expected, but thanks to literally scouting the whole fucking jungle a good bit of adventurer’s expertise you stumble across his camp. Camp, consisting of a hollowed-out tree stump and the starts of a nest constructed from underbrush and reeds. It doesn’t take long to find the fox himself; upon seeing you he’s quick to jump into scolding, to which you literally have to cut him off and say that no, no, you know why he’s here and you’ll leave but also you meant it if he wanted help, like you really meant it, and…

Hands balled into fists, crushing willowy reed-stems in your grasp; to say you’re being drilled into is an understatement. The world had smelled initially like the jungle — damp soil, wild flowers, sweet wood — but now it smells hot, rough, almost wild.

And it’s all because of him.

Breath coming in short, thick half-pant, half-grunts, Tighnari’s chasing refuge from the need exploding through his system; it’s evident in the tendons defined down his neck, the blueish veins starting to stick up under his skin, the sheen of sweat painting his skin a glossy golden-cream. His face tips back; quivering under him, you watch as he groans into the hot, enclosed air of his carved-out camp, watch as he swallows, hard, as if to calm himself down.

Fat chance of that, you manage to think, lifting your head just a little to try a glance at your hips. Your prostrate hips, flat against the jungle floor, legs split apart to leave room for the sharp-eyed hybrid overhead to thrust up into you.

“Is this what you wanted?” His voice is surprisingly steady, considering how hard his hips are rutting and how aggressive the slap of skin on skin has gotten. His voice is aimed down at you; he’s looking down, now, watching your expression change with sardonic eyes. Both tall ears sit almost-flat against his head; he finds you funny, right now, funny even though you’re the one he’s been so desperately fucking into. “Helping me move my stuff, huh?”

You open your mouth to answer and can’t. He knows damn well what you’d meant; he knew it then, too, when he said he’d be just fine on his own. A test to see how far you’d go, perhaps, and one that you’d succeeded. Going on a wild hunt through a jungle to go find him is certainly something, he thinks — and what kind of thanks would it be if he didn’t let you give this whole bitch thing a whirl?

Your breathing breaks as his pace grows quicker; he never falters, not even when you grab on around the small of his back snd dig your nails into the smooth planes of his back. “Gonna,” you gasp, almost voiceless; “gonna, gonna, ‘Nari, gonna…”

Black fur curls against your ankle and trails up your thigh. He finds it funny, how quick you are to break under him; but oh, silly you. Silly, silly you. One round…that won’t do. But you know that, don’t you? That’s why you came out here; to ruin yourself, or to let him ruin you. Isn’t it?

— YAE MIKO

WOMEN. WOMEN RRRRRRAUGH THIS IS MOMMY

✧ If you think anyone is gonna know shit when this woman deals with a heat cycle then you’re wrong. Wrong. Yes, it is very frustrating and yes, she’s well aware of that feeling being there and yes, archons, she’s very poignantly aware that you, her little admirer — she’s poignantly aware that whenever you’re around she finds that feeling getting a little stronger and a little harder to ignore because maybe, maybe she’s a little…a little interested in you, and maybe those comments that sound flirty but you’ve always just chalked up to her being her mean a little more than she lets on, but…no, no. She won’t tell you that. It would be embarrassing and also weird; even Ei doesn’t know about it, and Ei knows most things. She knows her rosy-haired, sly-eyed familiar has taken a liking to you, and she’s mentioned it in brief teasing every now and again — in Ei’s mind, she should really just tell you because human life is short and eternity is damn long — but what she doesn’t know is that hr same rosy-haired, sly-eyed familiar finds somewhere, anywhere — hell, half the time it’s at the shrine where she won’t be bothered — and fucks herself with her hand and pretends it’s you, pretends, and she feels more than slightly foul afterward because she’s doing it at a sacred shrine but archons, screw it, she needs to take care of this or she’ll provoke Ei into another bad decision with her attitude.

✧ Speaking of which; it’s after another casual wander through Inazuma with Ei that you head up to visit her foxy familiar. Much unlike the many times you’ve seen her here before, she’s not in front of that sacred tree; no, she’s staring off into the fenced-off pond, and she looks very far away, like her head’s not all here. Upon calling for her, she seems to come back; she finds your eyes, offers you a charming little smile, and shuffles over as if to make room for you despite her current spot already being separated from the main crowd. Internally, she’s cursing herself for how her heart beats a little harder against her ribs and how the warmth between her legs starts to spread up into her gut, twists around her rationale and puts her world in a haze. Being in the depths of a heat cycle, specifically around you, has her almost scattered; she hears all of your questions well after you ask them and she answers even more delayed than that and so maybe that’s why you’re suddenly so close, trying to get closer to her face with your expression wrought and eyes worried as you ask if she’s feeling alright.

✧ She should push you away. She should, really, because you’re so warm, and you smell so nice and sweet and you look so pretty and untouched and — no, no, she should push you away, but she can’t. She’ll hide it under some smooth, late remark — I’m feeling fine; is this just an excuse to get closer to me? — but the little voice in her head is screaming at her to grab you by the nape and drag you off to a quiet, hidden corner and wreck you because you’re hers, hers, her sweet thing, hers…

✧ You don’t look alright. Have you been sleeping enough? Oh, ever-so-innocent, ever-so-sweet you, concerned suddenly that maybe the thin mountain air has gotten her sick as you press your palm to her forehead to see and — you’re burning up, you’re actually burning up, we need…do you have medicine? I’m not sure if familiars carry medicine, but we can head down to the village…no, no, I’ll head down, you stay here and I’ll bring something back for you, or…

✧ She finally manages a no. No, she doesn’t need medicine; trying to manage to keep her voice from dropping, she gives you the simple explanation of this happens sometimes and medicine won’t do anything about it, and you’re kind of confused because does she mean her period? do fox familiars get periods? when fox familiars get periods do they suddenly burn up like they’ve got a bad fever? but then you realize fox and oh, oh, you think you get it now. It must be evident on your face; oh, you say, face going hot, oh, sorry, I…do you need anything? I can leave you alone — sorry, I didn’t know, this is probably a bad time… but she’s just looking at you, now, and you don’t quite know what to do before you feel hot fingers wrap around your wrist and nails poke your skin. She’s trying to keep up the act; are you asking to help? she manages, suave tone just slightly shaky, and you’re sort of left sitting there dealing with the moral question of whether or not fucking the Electro Archon’s familiar is something you’ll get tit-sword’d for but ultimately, looking at slightly-heaving Miko with her eyes almost glowing and her skin starting to burn yours and oh, is that a blush you’re seeing? you decide that maybe getting tit-sword’d is worth it.

For being such a smooth talker, Yae Miko is awfully messy when it comes to sex. At least, this kind of sex. The sex where she’s dragged you rather hurriedly and rather unceremoniously behind one of the buildings atop the shrine, practically shoved you up against the wooden wall and swallowed any complaints or remarks you may have had about the manner between her lips. Dominant, yes — but messy. Messy, in the way her mouth can’t seem to stay on yours and instead slips off, wets the corners of your mouth and down under your jaw when you try and fail to gasp for breath. Messy, in the way that her hands are immediately moving; one raking down your spine, the other digging into your nape, and then both to your sides, and then one up under your blouse to tear apart the buttons and get a handful of your chest. Messy, in the way that despite her heat being at its worst, especially being neglected for so long, she insists on marking you; you don’t know if the Shogun’s eyes see the shrine but oh, oh, you hope they don’t, because you’re pinned to a wall with her familiar licking and biting and sucking on the soft spots under your jaw so hard that you’re heaving and debating on whether or not it’s okay to wrap your arms behind her head and draw her deeper into you because it feels like fire, it feels like fire on your throat…

“On your knees,” she purrs shakily, breath hot on your neck. “On your knees, get on your knees…you said you’d help me, didn’t you? Be good…listen to me, listen…”

And so, you do. And, really, you shouldn’t be surprised but oh, the way she watches you drop weakly to your knees, land softly in the grass with the wooden wall burning up your back — it’s too much, it’s too much, and your eyes have gone drunken before she can even start to move her clothes, move the pretty white silk out of the way and she’s lowering herself, too, but she really doesn’t have to. She doesn’t have to, because you’re drunk on desire and maybe that’s what gives you the confidence to touch her, wrap a shaky hand around her thigh and stretch up, duck under her dress guys im so sorry it might be a kimono but i actually do not know and i dont want to use the wrong terminology and sound dumb please help and…oh, she smells so sweet, so warm and sweet and—

She swears she sees stars. The long, pitched-tailed moan she lets out is evidence of it; nails scrape along your nape as you tongue at the heat burning fiercely between her thighs, taste thick, sugared arousal on your tongue and groan as you lap for more. She gives you no instructions, no limits, and so you just go all in; you wrap an arm around her waist to steady yourself as you let go of her thigh, reach up with your now-free hand and spread slick, soaked folds apart to get on the source. Her breathing is labored; you can feel her pulse stuttering when the tip of your tongue finds her pulsing cunt, pushes in only to get tightened on. Something warm and soft brushes the hand behind her back; you’ve seen the ghost of her tail a few times but it sure as fuck feels real now, beating against her thigh as you latch onto the sweet well between her thighs and practically drink the effect of her heat as it dribbles down your chin. Heaven, you’re in heaven, and oh, archons, so is she; the wooden wall behind you groans as she shifts, assumably to rest her weight against it as her thighs steady against your head and close you off to the outside world.

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #yae miko #gorou #tighnari

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noellesturniolo · 5 months

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could u write a smut in Chris or matts pov and loss off their virginity being nervous and y/n is riding them

𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 - 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐎

a/n: okay so two warnings, i’m new to smut and writing in general but like, you could say i’m a smut connoisseur so I think we’ll be okay. another one is that I have no clue if you wanted y/n to be a virgin but in this she will if you want it differently then just lmk. ALSO, if you don’t like sturniolo smut then block me because they have never specifically stated that they don’t want smut written, if they do say they don’t want it I will take it down but for now get the fuck over it and scroll i’m gonna feed the people now

warnings: chris pov, sex, loss of innocence, riding, piv, fingering, unprotected sex (wear a condom bitch)

smut under the cut

y/n has been my best friend since 4th grade and i’d be lying if I said that I hadn’t had sexual thoughts about her, of course i’ve had my fair share of gfs but none of them have interested me sexually.

currently it’s late at night, y/n lays on my bed on her stomach and is scrolling through tiktok’s next to me, when Matt bursts into my room.

“Chris, y/n want anything from McDonald’s? me and nick are going.”

“yeah just get us drinks, what do you want y/n.”

“sprite is fine.”

“alright i’ll be back.”

her head goes back down to her phone. “Chris can I ask you a question?”

“mhmm what is it?”

“are you a virgin?”

“I-uh yeah I am.”

“really?”

“yeah, are you?”

“I mean yeah it’s embarrassing, but it’s whatever.”

“why is embarrassing? hm?” I say lifting her chin and looking at her with a smile.

“my ex, he um broke up with me because I wasn’t ready for it but it’s like I am now.”

“really? do you have anyone in mind you’d want to lose it to?”

“yeah I do” she smiles

“me too, are you thinking what i’m thinking?”

she nods her head before getting on top of me and kissing me, her hips grinding down on my hard dick. little moans escape my mouth as the pleasure increases with the speed of her grinding down. I break away quickly. “are you sure y/n?” she nods again. “words, ma I need words.”

“yes Chris i’m ready.” she says shakily as I flip her over so i’m on top now. “your okay baby i’m nervous too let me make you feel good ma, is it okay if I take these off?” I say tugging at her panties, she nods and I quickly take them off. My heart pounding as I see her wet pussy, i’ve had previous experience with fingering so I knew what to do. “Are you ready ma?”

“Please Chris fuck please touch me.” I rub her clit with my thumb and put one finger into her wet pussy and pump in and out of her pussy. Moans escape her mouth. “yeah that feel good baby?”

“yes chris fuck.”

I feel her pussy start to tighten so I know she’s close and right before she cums I pull away. “Your gonna cum on my dick beautiful.”

I sit on the bed, and I pull my pants down, and my dick springs free. I look at her and smirk before motioning that I'm all hers to do anything to. You can see the nervousness on her face creep up.

“Y/n it's gonna be ok I promise, we both want this and I can promise you I won't leave.”

I hold her waist as she gets on top of me before lowering herself, the grip on my shoulder tightens increasingly the lower she goes. “It's okay ma, it's okay I'm here,” I whisper in her ear before her pussy is at the base of my dick.

“Holy shit it's so fucking big.”

“You got it, baby, you feel so good this pussy is made for me.” she gains more confidence with those words and begins to move up and down more mons escaping both of our mouths and she continues to speed up.

“Fuck I'm so close Chris, fuck baby.”

“O-oh fuck ma this pussy is so good.” she opens her mouth before I feel her pussy clench around me. “Mhm you got it ma, good girl I'm so close.” Her coming down from her high I push her on the back before quickly thrusting into her deeply and harshly.

“Shit, I'm cumming ma.” I pull out and jerk my dick as I release my cum all over her stomach. “Shit baby that was amazing.”

“I know sweetheart let me clean you up.” I place a kiss on her forehead before moving the hair on her face behind her ear and smiling as I walk over to grab a towel and begin to wipe up the mess we made. I lay down beside her and hand her clothes to her as she gets dressed I put my arm around her.

“Pretty girl.”

“CHRISSSSS, Y/NNNNN, WE ARE HOME.”

I smile as I kiss her temple before getting up.

“Let's go pretty.”

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- GENERAL LILIA -

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer, right? "

Warning: chapter 7 light spoilers, bad grammar, not proofread, general Lilia, and war lol a little OOC of you squinted.

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- readers povs -

You can hear it's raining hard outside your cabin, the water droplets one by one crashing to your roof. the weather has been very bad lately it's either raining or thunderstorms. Because of the weather, your garden is not doing very well...

Because of the wind, your fence is falling down. 'oh great' you thought to yourself and went outside to fix it.

while you fix your fallen fence you hear a strange sound and you decide to find out what it is. your eyes widen, shocked by the scene you have encountered

It was a fae... And he was hurt quite badly, it seemed that he had fainted for some time by now.

Without any thought, you brought him inside. Oh, how lucky that he is not too far away from your house and not too heavy....

' oh god, what have I done... Bringing a stranger inside my house, and not only that... He was a fae! ' you thought to yourself and cannot help but sigh at the situation you're in right now.

'but no matter what I have to save him' You're determined to save him, so you clean his wounds and patch them.

Some time has passed since then but the unknown fae haven't woken up, you're quite worried about it...

- Lilia povs -

" Tch, those silver owls didn't know when to stop!" He hissed while running through the deep forest

" CHATCH HIM!! " Silver Owl A says to his teams followed by " That is Lilia vanrouge we have to catch him while we finally get the chance to!!! " They scream.

" Dang it stop being so loud!! " He screams back to them, Lilia can't fight all of them with his injured body not to mention 7 vs 1 is a really bad idea.

" WHERE IS HIM?? " the captain of silver owls screamed.

" AGRHHH!! REALLY WE LOST HIM AGAIN, YOU. FIND HIM NOW! " he ordered his subordinates

" Finally" Lilia mumbled to himself. 'So tired' he thought after that Lilia's vision blurred just like that.

' ugh...the ground is so soft I don't want to leave, huh- THE GROUND ARE SOFT' he processed to wake up from his long sleep, and was startled by his wound had been treated, with caution he observed his body and the surrounding area looking out the glass window he can conclude that he has been not very far away from the last chase, trying to open the windows to escape from whatever situation he was on right now

But he failed miserably in the windows wouldn't open no matter what... He can break it of course but, he cannot break windows that belong to his unknown helper...

The door opened slowly, and there they stood the human that helped him.

" Oh you've finally awakened, do you want soup I just made? I'll get some for you if u want " You told him and asked

In return, Lilia just stared at you observing you from beside the window looking at you up and down ' Oh a human' he thought to himself and smiled

" No, it's okay I'll get going now, thank you for helping me" He replied with a business smile

" Are you sure you didn't want a meal before you go? " You asked once again.

" Yeah I'm sure " He clarify

" I'm sure you didn't want a monster like me inside your house any longer" He said with a mean expression but in a melancholy tone.

"Huh? " Is the only reply that you can utter right now

" I'm sorry that I've troubled you for the past I-don't-know-how-long, but thank you for treating me, and I'm sure that I will pay you back in the future" He stated.

" Mr. Fae? " You called him.

" Yeah? Is my offer too small for you? "

" No no, you don't have to repay me I just wanted to save you that day and I didn't think of any payback from you...And I don't mind having you in my house... Don't worry !! So you can have your soup if you want to? "

His face flushed with embarrassment.

'how can I think it that way!! ' he thought to himself while lowering his head because of the embarrassment he felt...

" Ehem! Sorry for the misunderstanding...and I would like to have dinner with you.. My apologies for thinking bad about you... "

After that, you two have dinner together and you will nonstop hear Lilia apologizing to you the entire evening.

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An: I'm starting to use Grammarly LMAO I hope my grammar mistakes will be smaller this time hehe

#twst lilia #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland lilia #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst #twst x reader #general lilia

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gatitties · 1 year

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Not that bad

─Tenjiku x fem!reader

─Summary: you were choking on your own thoughts, luckily a gang of idiots come to save you from yourself

─Warnings: mention of ways of dying, some dark thoughts about life¿

Part one / Part two / Part three

Saturday, penultimate day of the week, if someone ask you, your favorite day, a Saturday for you is the best combination of procrastinating and enjoying solitude without anyone being able to say anything to you, your parents have the night shift at their jobs so you can stay up all night, but unfortunately you're responsible enough not to break your sleep schedule when you have highschool the following week, at least most of the time you didn't.

In the not so distant past you would cry asking your parents not to leave you alone at night, right now, you prepare everything for them and throw them out of the house so they don't arrive late, you love them very much, but you appreciate the alone time you have for yourself, meditation time, self-care time and time to do embarrassing things without anyone being able to see you.

So like another one of your Saturdays, you brushed off all the to-dos on your list, lying on your bed as you selected that playlist of the same seven songs you'd been obsessed with lately, you turned your mind off to auto mode, you closed your eyes moving your head slightly to the music, from time to time humming the melody or lyrics of the songs.

Although all this had a negative side, you tended to overthink past and future situations about your life, having the most existential conversations of your life with yourself, but you could not keep forever how overwhelmed you felt when thinking about certain aspects of life.

Were you weird? You had never felt any kind of desire with another person beyond a simple friendship, you were not that great with public relations in person and you felt like the black sheep in every possible area, this line of thoughts introduced you to another, what were your qualities as a person? You never felt actively attracted to any hobbies, you had practiced many things, nothing seemed to be your specialty to stand out so you just accepted your commonness, you didn't feel bad about it either, more for not achieving that ambition to become better at a certain hobby.

You began to take your thoughts further, embracing your apathy towards life and its supposed achievements, why were you here? You don't have any goals in your life and you never cared about marking small achievements, everything at a certain point became monotonous at some point in your life that you can't remember, as if you live in a gray world that sometimes has tints of color thanks to certain situations or people generating serotonin.

The music from your headphones began to drown out until you pushed it away in the back of your mind to give way to your thoughts in a more intense way, you could detect that it was better to stop with the train of thoughts about life and death if you didn't want to have to pay more psychologists, luckily, someone did you the favor of getting you out of your dissociative state.

Some persistent knocking made you jump up, you frowned checking the hour, it was quite late at night, late enough that no neighbors came to ask for some spice or something like that. You tiptoed over, clicking your tongue as you heard the pounding on the door not stop, grabbed the bat hidden in the cleaning room and headed for the door.

You wanted to look through the peephole but that person seemed to have covered the vision with the palm of their hand, you raised the bat, letting it rest on your shoulder, quickly moving through the contacts of your mobile leaving your father's number at a touch.

"Get out of here! I'm armed, I'll call the police if you don't leave my property."

"I expected something more threatening and related to death being you."

"What the…?"

You rubbed the bridge of your nose at the voice, you undid the locks on the door with a frown, you tossed the bat aside, crossing your arms at the small group of guys standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces.

"Good night!"

"No good night or shit, may I know, what are you doing at the door of my house at two in the morning? I thought you were thieves although there is not much difference…"

"That is offensive, honey, we are much better than simple thieves."

"Fuck you Hanma," you kicked his butt with your foot as he walked past to enter your house "and the next time you call me honey you'll end up in a barrel full of acid in the middle of the ocean with rocks in your intestines."

"Ah, there are the normal threats."

You rolled your eyes at Izana's words, who settled on your sofa just like Kakucho, the Haitani brothers, Hanma and Kokonoi, occupied every possible free space so you had to sit on the individual chair. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow hoping for a good answer for their strange visit, Ran being the one who answered you with a wink.

"We came to visit you because we knew that you missed us since the last time we saw each other, I know it has been hard to be without me, don't worry."

You nodded with a blank expression, pretending to grab a notebook and point in it with full concentration, writing in the air with your imaginary pen.

"Okay, that's officially on the 'I don't give a shit' list, what worries me the most is how you know I was alone today."

"Oh, you mentioned it in the group chat once."

You sighed listening to Izana, of course you would have commented something, you should stop sharing data like this so easily, although you already had a degree of trust in these guys so it would be fine for now, however you still wanted to know why they were here so late, you asked again but only received vague answers from Rin and Hanma who seemed to mock you while their leader just watched the exchange amused.

"Today's meeting ended late and your house was the closest point of rest."

"Thanks Kokonoi, thank goodness that two of you are not complete idiots."

"Wait, two?"

You smiled when Izana narrowed his eyes at your words, everyone looked at each other and in just a second they started throwing out reasons why or who was the second best on your list, Kokonoi smiled with pride at being above the others in your rank of preference without needing to fight with the commoners of their friends.

All your pessimistic thoughts were overshadowed by the murmurs of discussion between the boys, well, sometimes you enjoyed creating a bit of chaos between them, despite the fact that it was all for the simple joke of knowing who was your favorite, they had insisted so much on knowing and you refused to say.

Unintentionally your little smile became wider, ending in a laugh because they started to say the most absurd things like that your favorite was Hanma because he was the one you threatened the most, or that Rin was above the others for being the adorable little brother of the Haitani, or that Izana should be in your top 1 just for being the leader.

"Well, this is not something we see every day."

Ran smiled genuinely as you choked on your own saliva, trying not to die as you coughed desperately because you laughed too hard at them and karma had to hit you back somehow, all talk stopped when they heard you laugh, admiring you. Even though you weren't exactly attractive when you had a fit of giggles, they felt special to be able to share this little moment with you, because they've never seen you so stupidly happy about their nonsense.

The subject was forgotten when Kokonoi commented something about the gangs, some things that you didn't fully understand, but you didn't care much, since sometimes you prefer to be a spectator in the talks more than anything, the fact is that you completely raved of the main discussion and just started bringing up other random topics of conversation for the rest of the night.

They all had to leave at some point because they couldn't just stay until dawn at your place, even though before you closed the door, after you'd said goodbye, you took a deep breath, a sly smile on your face.

"By the way, the other one was Kakucho."

"Wha- but he barely spoke!"

"Kaku!?"

"It seems that someone is quietly making advances, very cunning…"

You slammed the door, stifling more complaints towards your friend, you laughed when you heard Kaku's defense attempt, but at least you hadn't lied to them, for the moment he was one of the ones you appreciated the most as a friend just like Koko as much as you liked to joke around with the other idiots, you also appreciated the quiet.

You sighed going back to the beginning of everything, lying on your bed with the music at a considerable volume while thoughts flood your mind, only this time, they took on a different hue, maybe life is not as bad as you think despite not having a purpose, after all, you are also proud to be next to your loved ones and see them grow.

#tenjiku #tenjiku x reader #reader insert #fem reader #tokyo revenger x reader #tokyo revengers #Izana #Kakucho #x reader #Kokonoi #Ran haitani #Rin haitani #haitani x reader #one shot #sfw

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shubblelive · 1 year

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— CUT THAT

summary : being an editor for the sorry boys means you witness a lot of embarrassing moments. but there’s no one tommy would trust more with them.

genre : fluff

warnings: swearing, just general tommy-ness

pairing : cc!tommyinnit x gn!editor!reader

pronouns : they/them

featuring : cc!tommyinnit, cc!wilbur soot, cc!sorry boys (mentioned)

request : @gaytoadwithapopsicle can you do being a feminine reader (they/them or she/they) in sorry boys! and it’s tommy x reader (romantic)

word count : 966

note : i made reader an editor cause i had this cute little idea and it’s not really something you see in fics a whole lot

it was late. everyone else had gone home, it was just you, tommy and wilbur. you and wilbur in your separate booths editing videos, tommy sitting on the floor with his knees pulled to his chest as he scrolled through his phone. wilbur was working on the first video and you were doing the colouring for the second, and the three of you had lapsed into a comfortable silence in the few hours you’d been there.

but of course tommy’s calm state had an expiration date that allowed approximately three hours of quiet, and now he was getting bored.

“can we go home?” he huffed. “i didn’t even get a chair. i don’t want to be a floor boy anymore,”

without even looking away from his monitor wilbur pointed at the couch behind him. you glanced at your boyfriend, giving a sympathetic smile. “i’ll be another hour or so, and then i still need to wait ‘till i get a reply. sorry, tom. you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to.”

tommy sighed dramatically. “i offered you a lift home, i’d be a bit of a shit boyfriend if i left you here alone with him.”

“i’ll split an uber with you?” wilbur offered, spinning slightly in his chair. “make sure you get dropped of first.”

“oi,” tommy said from his position on the floor, pointing threateningly at wilbur. “back off,”

you rolled your eyes affectionately. “sorry, the lighting in this prison was absolutely abysmal. there’s a lot to fix.”

tommy finally pushed himself off the floor and almost tripped walking towards you, looking at your screen. the part you were currently colour-correcting was focused on charlie and wilbur, and tommy nodded resolutely. “yes, there is a lot to fix there. i don’t know how you stomach it,” you laughed quietly with wilbur rolling his eyes, but tommy wasn’t done. “like, look at his fucking hair. it’s too long, i hate it. i know something else that is too long.”

this time it was tommy sniggering at his own joke, but instead you looked up at him from your chair and said “how long we’ve been together.”

at that, wilbur burst into laughter, with tommy trying his best to hold back his own. he was spluttering while attempting to reply, and in the meantime, you decided to go back to your work. “anyway tommy. the amount of shit jokes of yours i have to cut out because they’re just not funny is so incredibly high, if anything it’s your fault we’re still here.”

“fuck you my jokes are funny.” tommy pouted. “at least my face doesn’t look like that.” he pointed to where you had paused on an unfortunate face charlie was making, and you scoffed.

“i have an entire folder of dumb faces you’ve made in videos that i’ve cut out,” you replied. “i just choose not to share them with you because i love you.”

“so you’ve been removing tommy’s face from the entire prison video, then?” wilbur asked.

you nodded. “the second you’re done with the courtroom cut i’ll go back and fix that one too.”

tommy was growing increasingly offended, hiding the fond smile he was directing at you. you’d been hired as an editor for the new group channel because of him, and while he’d known his friends would love you he had been a little worried. the two of you had only been going out for four months before you took the job, and at the time you’d only met wilbur.

but when you first showed up at the office on the day of the first full production meeting, he’d been relieved that everyone loved you. seeing you get along so well with wilbur filled him with comfort, and he resisted the urge to plant a kiss on your forehead, knowing it would break up the banter you were sharing.

“you can talk, wilbur.” he spoke up. “your face is dumb and if i were you i’d keep growing my hair out so no one has to see it.”

“says the kid who got the same haircut as me.” wilbur fired back.

“alright, you two,” you stopped them. “tom, give me half an hour and i’ll be done? then i am all yours for the rest of the night.”

tommy reluctantly nodded, and went to go sit back on the floor. but before he could, wilbur spoke up again. “nah, you guys are alright. you should go home, i’ll finish the rest of it.”

you shook your head, pointedly ignoring the way tommy’s face lit up at the prospect of getting to spend time with you after a very long day. “no, will. it’s too much for one person. it’s my job, i’ll do it. it’s fine, really.”

“whatever i don’t finish tonight, we can do tomorrow,” wilbur encouraged gently. “we’re way ahead of schedule thanks to you. take tonight off, go do what the youths do.”

“yeah, listen to him,” tommy nodded eagerly. “he’s old and wise like a president,”

you looked uncertain, but the fond smile wilbur was giving you both was enough to make you cave. “five minutes to finish up? then we can go home?” tommy nodded and pressed a kiss to your temple. that night, when you got back to your flat, tommy immediately pressed his face into the top of your head, holding you close to him.

“i missed you,” he mumbled. “i’m really glad you took the job. i love working with you.” his voice was low, and you knew he was being uncharacteristically earnest, but you couldn’t resist.

“i think i’m getting sick of you,” you tried, bringing a hand up to scratch his scalp gently.

“no you’re not,” he corrected, closing his eyes against your touch. he wasn’t wrong.

#wishing i could write my name on it #tommay #tommyinnit x you #tommyinnit x y/n #tommyinnit x reader #tommyinnit fluff #tommyinnit x reader fluff #tommyinnit fanfic

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 8 months

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AITA for pretending to be intersex?

Keeping details vague because I know a couple of my students use Tumblr.

I (late 20s, AFAB) work as a teacher in the southern United States. I'm probably somewhere on the transgender spectrum, but I don't like to put a specifc label on my gender identity. I deal with intense physical dysphoria and going on testosterone has quite literally saved my life. I don't feel a need to socially transition–I don't really care how people refer to me, my dysphoria is entirely physical, and labeling myself as transgender is dangerous for reasons I'll get into.

It's no longer easy to hide the changes my body is going through. I had planned to move before now, but a family emergency has changed things and moving is no longer an option for me. I'm still stuck teaching in my state I'm in until further notice.

Some of my students are nosy but most of them dropped it when I told them it's a medical thing that I don't feel comfortable talking about. (I'm not supposed to bring up queer topics and I'm sure many of them have caught on to that.) The people I work with and my superiors are generally cool about it, and/or just don't ask. (We all work in education in this shitty state, we all get it.)

Unfortunately, the same can't be said for parents. As a teacher, I'm employed by my community, and if a group of parents get together and throw a fit they have the power to get me fired. Not only would I be out a job, but I would be forefitting the progress I've made towards getting my student loans forgiven, and it would also be near impossible for me to find a new job as I am. My specific role puts even more stress on this, because parents fund my program directly and I have monthly meetings with a parent booster organization. I've caught wind of a lot of gossip surrounding me, but I've been turning a blind eye to it until now.

Last week, during one of our summer meetings, I had a mother of one of my kids show up who hadn't been there before, and she accused me outright of being "transgendered." In the heat of the moment and with my job on the line I defensively blubbered something about being born with a hormone condition (basically told her that I was intersex in everything but name) and that I was self conscious about it and didn't want to talk about it, and she shut up. The entire meeting was awkward after that, but the mother (whether she believed me or not) was obviously embarrassed and didn't bring it up again, and that much felt good.

Still, I feel like an ass. I'm very much perisex and I know that it's screwed up to pretend to be a part of an intersex identity. So, AITA??

(As a disclaimer, I obviously I can't stop anyone from weighing in, but I'm mostly interested in opinions from actual intersex folks.)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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moon-alight · 3 months

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how do you think andteam would react to you being injured? thanks

Of course, Sorry for the wait 😘 (As you can see, I also changed the layout of everything. Hope nobody minds)

General Masterlist

&Team Masterlist

&Team Reaction to their s/o being injured

Warnings: Fluff, bit of angst, mild description of injuries

Word Count: 2042

-K

You were busy inside the kitchen of the dorms, ready to cook something nice for your sweet and hardworking boyfriend. He was out late with the members to prepare for a comeback which you didn't mind, you were used to his strange work hours by now.

With some music in the background, your hips swaying on 'Sorry' from Justin Bieber and an apple in your hand which you were peeling because you would make a small fruit salad as dessert, you felt happy. That is, until a sharp pain in your palm distracted you.

Looking down at the blood your heart dropped, not because you were hurt from accidentally cutting yourself, but because you knew your boyfriend. You went to hold the cut underneath the streaming water from the tap when the door opened and loud noise filled the room.

You heard Harua and Maki laugh about something Taki had said as they were all taking off their shoes before entering. Two strong arms wrapped around you from behind and warmth enveloped you. Kei obviously felt your body tensing against his own and frowned.

"Baby? What have you done?" He asked when he saw the cut in your palm.

"It's nothing, I was just being dumb." He took your hand in his and gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb.

"What am I gonna do with you?" He asked more to himself than to you.

"Kiss it better?" You asked to which he laughed and went to kiss your palm better.

-Fuma

Stressing over stupid little things was not unusual for you. Of course you'd be overreacting over something that had absolutely no impact on your life but you also did not want your new coworkers to think you were an idiot.

You had just had your first day at your new job and because you wanted to make a good impression, you might've accidentally knocked against the printer. The machine was okay but you ended up with a sprained ankle due to the fall.

Nobody laughed and instead two very sweet women helped you but you were embarrassed. Of course, nothing beats the fact that you had to somehow explain to your very caring boyfriend what had happened.

When you limped inside the dorms, he immediately could tell something was awfully wrong even though you tried to hide it.

"Honey?" Fuma asked and watched you make your way towards the couch slowly. "How was your first day at your new workplace?"

"Great! Amazing! Couldn't be better." You finally sat down and let out a sigh of relief because your ankle could finally rest.

"Hm." Fuma hummed and sat down next to you. "And now I want the truth, please."

"Alright, I fell, nothing too bad, just a sprained ankle."

"Well, you won't be walking the next few days." You stared at him with a deadpan look in your eyes. "What? You need to give it time to heal."

-Nicholas

He watched you walk towards the garbage can underneath the bookshelf inside his room and he also watched as you bend down to throw away some paper, came up and accidentally knocked your head straight against the wood of said shelf.

His first intention was to laugh it off because truth be told, it did look funny but when he saw the way you were obviously trying to hide how much it hurt you yet the tears bottled up in your eye, he knew it was not funny for you.

"Princess/Prince?" He asked carefully, getting up from his bed and walking over to you. "Are you okay?" You tried to hard not to cry because it would be very pathetic of you, but when the first tear fell, he coed at you and wrapped you up in a hug.

"It's okay." He whispered against your hair as he rubbed your head gently where you had hit the shelf. "My little clumsy duck--"

"Not funny." You muttered against him.

"I'm not laughing, princess/prince." Nicholas stated but couldn't help and smile. "I just need you to be a bit more careful next time." He cupped your cheeks in his hands and kissed your forehead. "Or your pretty little head might fall off one day."

-EJ

Sure when you were asked to help move the couch in the dorm, you agreed in a heart beat, mostly because it was your boyfriend who asked. The boys had a clear vision and it made a lot of sense in your head too.

The couch was too far in the front, they wanted to move it against the wall and had to move both the couch and the closet to do so. You had one hand on the back rest of the couch while the other rested on the armrest. When Yuma gave you the sign, you pushed forward with EJ and Jo.

When the couch hit the wall brutally because of the force you all had, one of your precious fingers got stuck between the couch and the wall which made you help before pulling it back. You looked down at the bleeding nail but were relieved it wasn't much worse.

"Oh my God!" Jo shrieked when he saw the slightest bit of blood. "I am so sorry!"

"You didn't do anything." You told him to which EJ chuckled and walked over to you. He took your hand in his to check the wound.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"No, it did when it got stuck but it's fine now." You assured him, which was the truth.

"I will still get it desinfected just in case." EJ muttered and dragged you towards the kitchen even though you said you didn't need it.

-Yuma

You were not a big fan of PE, especially when it was running but you decided to keep your own pace and it should be fine. Well, it was fine for about fourty minutes until you had to do sprints. Your friends were all just as annoyed as you were but you had to do it.

So, when you began to run and your foot got stuck underneath a treebranch, since you were outside for your tests, you fell to the ground. For a second you were disoriented, not sure what had happened but then you saw the branch behind you and it made sense.

"Are you okay?" Yuma asked, appearing by your side immediately. He took your hands gently and pulled you up from the ground. Your knees were hurt the most as they had caught your fall and unfortunately, you scraped them open.

"Yuma, how about you bring them to the school nurse?" Your teacher asked your boyfriend who immediately agreed and went to grab your bag. You walked with him inside the school as he held your hand tightly.

"I'm proud you didn't laugh." You commented to which he gasped dramatically.

"Why would I laugh? You are hurt!"

"Remember that time I knocked my head against the glass door because I thought it was open and you ended up wheezing?"

"That was different!" Yuma tried to defend himself. "You were laughing too! I would've never laughed if you were actually hurt. I love you too much for that."

"Can you repeat that, please?"

"Repeat what?"

-Jo

He really did not mean to, but it kind of just happened and he completely knocked himself up because of it. See, you two were just playing basketball -- for as much as you were able to play -- because Jo was obviously much better.

He had scored once more and picked up the ball. He told you it was your turn and thought you were paying attention so he threw it into your direction and accidentally hit your face. Now, it did not hurt too bad but the moment he saw your bleeding nose, he was panicking.

"I'm so, so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you! I would never do something like that on purpose--"

"Jo!"

"I swear! I am so so sorry! Please, yell if you want but don't leave me--"

"Jo! Listen to me, you dork!" He shut up once you actually raised your voice. You had to, he wouldn't listen otherwise so, you chuckled at him and continued in a softer tone. "My nose was already bleeding before you hit me with that ball."

"What? But, does it hurt? Why would your nose start bleeding?"

"It does that sometimes when the temperature drastically changes. I mean, it has been warm the previous months and today it is surprisingly chilly. Stop worrying."

"I'm still very sorry." Jo said and wrapped his arms around you tightly.

"You have nothing to be sorry for, believe me."

-Harua (I wonder what would happen if I forgot him XD)

The upcoming exams had you completely stressed. You wanted nothing more than to run away from all the trouble and spare yourself even more overthinking but you couldn't.

When you were stressed, you did a bunch of stupid and out-of-the ordinary stuff like accidentally snapping at your boyfriend who only tried to help.

You couldn't help but feel guilty so you arrived at the dorms to make it up to him. It was already dark and it had been raining outside. You quickly took your shoes off and walked down the hallway to the living room where you heard the tv. He sat on the couch alone.

You walked over, your foot accidentally slipped in a small puddle that someone had created and you fell to the ground. Harua was startled and looked over to see you. He frowned to himself in confusion.

"I wanted to apologize for snapping but I guess Karma was quick to punish my actions." You said with a groan. Harua stood up and walked over to you, he squatted down next to you.

"That puddle was Nicholas when he dropped his wet coat earlier." He told you and stroked a hand through your hair. "Apology accepted." He helped you stand up. "Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm fine." You assured him to which he nodded and made you sit next to him on the couch.

-Taki

He was teaching you some dance moves from their new coreography because you wanted him to. Taki had surprisingly much patience when it came to you and even supported you even though you knew you sucked. He was just glad he got to share this with you.

You had a small break and opened your waterbottle to take a sip as you explained something that had happened at school that day. Your free hand was moving along to punctuate your points when you accidentally hit it against the wall.

At first glance it didn't look that painful and Taki had chuckled at your clumsiness but when he saw your scraped knuckles and the blood, he stopped and turned serious immediately.

"Does it hurt?"

"Not much, just a slight sting."

"You have to be more careful." He told you and took your hand in his. "I cannot wrap you in bubblewrap but if I have to I might wrap everything around you."

"Hey! I'm not that bad!"

"Honestly, y/n, I think you might be worse."

-Maki

Maki was always supportive, even when you were going absolutely crazy. He loved dogs more than anything and luckily for him, so did you but when you got close to this beautiful little homeless chihuahua to pet him, he knew it was a bad idea.

You should've known that chihuahuas weren't going to warn you before biting but you were still surprised when he bit your finger. You yelped and stepped away from the dog to which you heard Maki sigh.

"Do not comment on it!" You warned him to which he chuckled. "I know I was stupid, I do not need a lecture."

"You know what? I would tell you 'I told you so' if I didn't love you so much." Maki said to which you smiled. "Regardless of that. . . I told you so." Your smile disappeared to which he laughed.

"Yeah, well, laugh about my misery! I might be in pain!" You complained to which he cooed at you.

"I'm sorry, I'll get you ice cream to cheer you up."

"Sounds good to me!"

#&team #&team drabbles #&team scenarios #&team imagines #&team fluff #&team headcanons #&team nicholas #&team k #&team ej #&team fuma #&team yuma #&team jo #&team harua #&team taki #&team maki

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tulipsforvin · 6 months

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Do you still open the request? If you do, can I request green and red flag like the same thing you wrote about William but in this one can you write Albert please?

Albert J. Moriarty

Green & Red Flags

A/N: I found this request in the middle of 40 of my drafts. Dunno if you'll see this anymore but I'M SO, SO SORRY FOR NOT RESPONDING SOONER !! Also, I feel like I'm too biased but I literally cannot imagine this man having red flags😭

Format: Headcannons.

Green flags:

✧ Albert gushes SO MUCH about you to his colleagues and brothers. He's just so deeply in love with you that he can't seem to ramble on and on when you're the topic of discussion.

✧ He likes to tease you. Alot. You'll never be bored of talking to him because he loves having playful banters with you.

✧ Albert, being the gentleman that he is, will always pay for whatever the two of you do. He likes to show you his affection so he often buys you many things.

✧ He probably tries really hard to cook with you and although his cooking is almost atrocious, he's always trying hard for you.

✧ He's good at baking, though and will feed you the crème brulé that he made especially for you. (if you don't know what a crème brulé is, it's like this creamy, custard goodness and the upper layer is covered in melted sugar).

✧ He does not mind spending money on you - no matter the expense, he wants you to feel loved and if gifts can do that? So be it.

✧ Dates with him are elegant and classy. He'll take you to expensive restaurants, probably reserve the entirety of it for the night, take you to watch operas and plays, shopping and getting you new clothes, accessories, shoes - anything. You name it, it's yours.

✧ Albert will get you out of any social situations if you're feeling anxious or uncomfortable in mere seconds. He can read the room well and is attentive enough to know when his love is beginning to panic.

✧ He's very passionate and romantic. He would not shy away when it comes to you. He loves you and wants to show it - public or not, he'll always make sure to be by your side.

✧ He loves holding you in his arms!! There's just something about feeling you against his skin that makes his heart swell in love for you.

✧ His OCD makes him organized and clean. He probably has wet wipes in his pockets or something so he can occasionally wipe your face anytime you go out with him - especially in sunny, dusty areas.

Red flags:

✧ Alcoholic. Need I say more? If the two of you aren't getting absolutely hammered together, taking care of him in his intoxicated state would probably be difficult.

✧ He's also very busy with his occupation as a high ranking general in the military. The two of you will probably have to spend a long time away from each other.

✧ Sometimes he gets very frustrated if things are not in proper order and will scold you if you leave something out of place.

✧ He's also probably the overprotective type with his S/O. He doesn't want to let you out his sight and will follow you around everywhere to the point that it might get annoying.

✧ Lack of communication, I guess? I mean, he killed his birth family. I don't think that what he did was entirely justified, but that's a story for another time. It just seems like he has difficulties talking things out.

✧ He probably has a strict schedule that he sticks to - like most military men do. He's disciplined but sometimes it might feel a little too overwhelmed on his partner.

✧ Most likely says and shares alot of embarrassing things when he's a little too much intoxicated. I can vision Albert discussing his and his partner's sex life to Moran or something when he's wasted.

✧ He also most likely comes home really late. And I mean, in the middle of the night or one in the morning. Dunno, just seems that way.

✧ He probably spends shit tons of money on the most weirdest things. I mean, we've seen an official art where he knitted a weird sweater for Mycroft. His taste is questionable. (Kind of endearing though, I can't lie)

✧ Gives you the silent treatment after arguements, rare though the arguements with him might be.

✧ I think he has some controlling tendencies, although not too overt - he wants a fair amount of control of things in his life. Sometimes it might go over the top (but hell apologize in the end)

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granddaughterogg · 3 months

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Captain John Price comforts you

SUMMARY: You're going through Something (TM) and your commander offers you a hug and some kind words. Wholesome fluff with a tinge of simmering attraction. (Is it mutual? Who knows?)

Captain Price is an extremely perceptive man. He may be quite literally carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, but that doesn't mean he can't spot when one of his men (or women) is in a bad way. You were hoping that both your face – unsightly red from all this crying - and your general wet cat aura would have escaped his attention. No such luck.

"A word with you, Private?"

"Yes Sir," you sighed obediently. You have survived a week from hell, and now it felt like you've been called to the principal's office. What could your impressive commander want from you? You didn't particularly feel up to the challenge.

The door of the Captain's office closed behind you with a quiet click, but to your ears, it sounded like the swish of a guillotine.

Price circled around his desk, perpetually cluttered with paperwork. He produced a cigar from his pocket, glanced at it - and then put it back. He seemed to struggle with something, which was strange for such a quick-witted and decisive man.

Finally, he sighed, ran a hand over his face and leaned his shapely bum against the edge of the desk. You waited patiently, keeping a proper distance and staring at your boots.

"Tell me, Private…"

That honey-smooth voice of his always disarmed you. So rough, so well suited to shouting orders amidst battle, and yet so warm. Like a caress dipped in steel.

Sometimes you imagined him using this voice while talking to his children - two mythical beings whom you've never met. It was meant to stay that way.

"…Are you all right?"

The question blindsided you. You lifted your head abruptly and gave him a wide-eyed stare. You could feel the damn tears already welling up.

You hadn't expected this. You were ready for remarks about the quality of your work, which has diminished lately. For a succinct rebuke even - Price didn't like to prolong such things.

You didn't expect concern.

He obviously noticed that something odd was going on with your face. It would be hard not to.

"Oh dear." Price stated, cutting you a worried look with those tired blue eyes. "That bad, huh?"

"Sir." You swallowed, desperately trying to cook up some excuse that would be halfway plausible (Something got stuck in my eye.)

"I'm…"

"I prefer not to pry into things that are none of my business, y'know," the Captain admitted, sticking both hands inside the pockets of his regulation breeches.

"But it just so happens that you're a part of my squad and therefore you're my business. Your well-being is my business, Private. For the past few days, I've seen you slouching around, bumping blindly into things. You've stopped reacting to Sergeant MacTavish's unsavoury attempts at humour. Yesterday at the shooting range you tried to stick the wrong end of the mag into your rifle. If you go out in the field like this, you'll get hurt."

So he did notice that, too? Damn that old man. Your face was burning.

"So understand well what I'm going to say now, Private…" Price took the damn cigar out of his pocket again and twirled it in his fingers. "I realise that a young woman such as yourself might not want to confide in someone like me. You don't have to confess all your sins, but for God's sake, if you're struggling...with anything, really…then say so."

"Sir." The lump that has been long stuck in your throat finally thawed. Compromising moisture trickled from your eyes.

It was impossible to lie under that inquiring, steely blue gaze. The man oozed with embarrassment. He didn't want to do it any more than you did, but he felt that he should.

Captain Price was such a decent man. It's a shame that decent men are always married.

You decided to repay him with honesty.

"Indeed I have not been at my best lately, Sir," you said in a trembling voice. "Last week's been…difficult, for personal reasons."

"A crisis, eh?" Price sighed and began rummaging through his pockets again.

Your head darted up. "A clusterfuck of crises, if I may say so, Sir."

His chuckle was a raspy little thing. Pleasant. Frankly speaking, every noise that Captain Price ever emitted was pleasant to your ears.

"Eh, haven't we all been there? Here. You could use this."

He extended one of his long arms, firm yet slender, placing an immaculately clean handkerchief in your hand. Like nothing else in Price's possession, it was snow-white and smelled of fresh laundry.

You accepted it and wiped your face in silence.

"I'll give it back as soon as I wash it," you assured him. "And thanks."

"Never mind." He gave you one of those smiles which lit up his whole face, turning those blue peepers velvety and narrow. John Price must have laughed often because he had charming, deep wrinkles around his eyes.

"Say, Private, would you be interested in a hug?"

You gasped at the idea. On the other hand...

"Yes, please," you declared, smiling at him through the tears. "As long as you don't mind having a wet spot in the front of your uniform."

"My vanity won't stand for it." He spreaded his arms, still grinning.

"Come 'ere, girl."

You did.

It was a strangely solemn moment. He hugged you slowly, clearly trying his damnedest to avoid any impropriety that might arise. Price smelled like gunpowder, like those cigars of his and some musky cologne – all of the above mixed with the faint undertone of sweat. It was an intoxicating mix. You knew better than to imbibe on it, but it was hard to avoid it while the strong arms of your superior enclosed you in a warm, prolonged embrace. You chased the anxious thoughts away and just enjoyed the here and the now.

"Better now, huh?" He muttered from somewhere way above your head. Price was so much taller than you.

"Yes, Sir..." You whispered into his crumpled green shirt, faded from the desert sun.

"You know, it always feels like the fuckin' end of the world when those things happen...breakups, I mean. But it never is."

He chuckled ruefully.

"As my ex-wife said when she was fed up with me: It's easy to find a replacement!"

You returned to your quarters fully soothed, warmed up - and stunned by the discovery.

Ex-wife?!

EX-WIFE???

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pimosworld · 5 months

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The ties that bind

Pairing- Dave York x f!reader x Francisco Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He’s tasked to find Frankie’s, but what happens when he finds you and he wants you to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI, Angst,Fluff,Eventual Smut,Hurt, Comfort,MMF dynamics. General warnings for each chapter. Anything sensitive will be added to individual chapters.

WK-5.5K

A/N-This starts out angsty but I don’t write sad endings so keep that in mind going forward. Reader has a best friend very near and dear to my heart.

[Series Masterlist][Main Masterlist]

Not beta read

Chapter I

Dave looks over the file on his desk again before he makes the call. He reviewed it the night before and was going to contact the client until he realized not everyone holds the same weird hours as he does. Insomnia.

He takes a sip of his coffee as he dials the number with a Florida area code. At least he would get to enjoy some nice weather this time. The last soulmate he tracked down mid winter lived in Buffalo New York, he wasted weeks trying to find him only to find out he was happily married and had no intention of leaving his current wife. The woman who hired him was devastated but…devastated doesn’t pay the bills so she was out twenty grand, and went back to being single a few states over.

They don’t always end in misery but he’s used to it now. He wonders why he still does it, maybe helping these people will erase the thought of killing someone’s soulmate when he’s contracted for his other job. He can’t think about that one too much.

“Hello Santiago speaking.” Dave glances down at the file once more to be sure.

“Ugh yes I’m Dave York calling to reach Francisco Morales?” He hears a low curse on the other end and some apologies.

“Oh ya, just give me a second.” He can hear ruffling and the sound of a sliding door. My patience is already wearing thin.

“Thanks for returning my call. I’m actually hiring you on behalf of my friend Francisco.”

This wouldn’t be the first time he was contracted to find someone’s soulmate because some friend or family member couldn’t keep their nose where it belonged. There would most certainly be drama and resistance. Two things Dave did not handle well.

“That’s very generous of you. Is Francisco eager to find his soulmate?”

“He ugh…well…yes, yes he is.” Fat chance

“I would need to meet him of course to go through with this, you understand?”

“Of course, that won’t be a problem at all. I sent you the details of when and where we can meet and provided you with the deposit.” At least he means business, either way Dave doesn’t care about the in’s and outs of why people do it. He knows it’s important… or at least he did.

He finishes going over the rules with Santiago that will hopefully get relaid to Frankie. He’ll find your soulmate and set up a meeting. If the person does not wish to pursue the relationship he will relay that to you to avoid any in person embarrassment. No stalking or harassment involved. If he can’t find them within 30 days you get your money back.

Some people frowned upon what he did. Purists thought you should meet your soulmate organically. They were rarely alone for more than a few years before they found theirs so he didn’t like listening to what they had to say.

He wasted years trying to find his love. When he did find her…it was already too late. Those six months were the best and worst of his life. Knowing he’s found his soulmate and gets to spend every waking moment with her only to have it ripped from his grasp.

If he had to spend the rest of his tortured life helping others not waste time then he would.

****

Why the hell did Will make them wear bow ties? This must be Amanda’s suggestion, there’s no way he decided they should all be this uncomfortable on his wedding day.

Frankie looks over at Ben and Will having some brotherly talk as if the younger miller has some wise words of advice having been married for all of six months. He loved rubbing it in that he was able to tie the knot before the rest of them of course excluding Tom who got married years ago when they were all in basic.

He tries really hard not to be bitter on these days but he can’t help himself. Of course he ran that risk when he married someone who was not his soulmate. He loved Sophia so much it didn’t matter to him. It’s worked out for plenty of other people and it worked for him…until it didn’t.

He didn’t try very hard to find his soulmate. Between being in the military, not being able to put down roots for so long and the fact that his soulmate probably hated him for all his scars and tattoos he can’t say he put much of an effort into finding them.

The hummingbird tattoo on his wrist practically taunted him his entire marriage. He pretended he didn’t care and so did she. She always told him they would try for kids when she was ready and he never pushed. He thought she was finally ready when she told him they needed to talk. Never in a million years did he expect her to say she found her soulmate and she was leaving him.

Their baby boy should be a year old by now, Sophia was pregnant within a month of the divorce being finalized. This was information Santiago insisted despite the others protests that he needed to know so that he could move on.

He can’t put the blame all on her. He left for Colombia to bring home money so they could start a family and he came home with nothing but news that her best friend's husband was dead.

It must be some kind of fucked up karma that they went back for the money and now he’s alone. If he’s really being honest with himself, he knows they never really loved each other. It was convenient for both of them. Frankie doesn’t like being honest with himself so he'd rather continue on painting her as the villain in his story.

“Hermano, you need some help with that tie.” Santiago starts fidgeting before he can even answer no. He slaps his hands away and Santi backs away with his hands up in surrender.

“Why are you being so nice?”

“I’m always nice.” Frankie scoffs at that. Santiago was never nice unless he wanted something from you.

“You picked up my tux, gave me a ride here and now you’re offering to fix my tie?!” He gives him a look and Santi knows it’s only a matter of time.

“I have a surprise for you.” He resumes fixing his tie despite Frankie’s protests.

“The last time you surprised me someone died.” Santi clears his throat but doesn’t protest, it must be bad.

“I hired a PI to find your soulmate.” That last part is rushed out but Frankie hears him clear as day.

He shoves him back a few steps which draws the attention of Ben and Will. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

“Chill out Fish, what’s your problem?” Ben steps between the two of them as Frankie looks as though he could spit fire.

“I told him about the PI.” Ben whips around to Santi.

“I thought we were gonna wait until tomorrow.” Frankie looks over at Will in disbelief.

“You fucking knew about this?” He can see it in their eyes and how no one will look at him directly.

“Can we please talk about this tomorrow? I’m getting married in an hour.”

Sure he’ll talk tomorrow, they can all talk about staying out of his life and meddling in his business. Pope can call off the PI and they can all go back to being happy with their soulmates and Santiago can go fuck off somewhere in another country as he always does, leaving Frankie to mope alone with his thoughts.

“Ya we’ll talk tomorrow.” Ben comes over to fix his tie and Frankie clenches his fists at his side.

This is going to be a long day.

****

The new Mr.& Mrs. Miller do look very in love on the dance floor as Frankie enjoys his second piece of cake. Cake never betrayed him…his ex wife and his best friends maybe but never cake.

Ben dips his wife and it sorely reminds him of his wedding day when he and Sophia ended up with calloused feet from dancing all night.

His chest tightens at the sight of Molly dancing with her girls. She stayed so strong through it all and she looks so happy, maybe it’s just a front or maybe she’s choosing not to be a miserable sap like him. She lost her soulmate and never once judged them for what they did. She knew how Tom could be. Frankie doesn’t know how someone could treat their soulmate the way Tom treated Molly. He’s better off alone than with a soulmate who doesn’t love him back.

Santiago makes his way over to the table and gestures to the seat next to Frankie. He nods his head for him to sit down while he watches the dance floor. They sit in silence for a moment and Frankie thinks about how selfish he is for being so petulant about the whole thing.

Santiago never cared about finding his soulmate, maybe because of their line of work or maybe it was the nature of his being. He’ll never forget the look on his face when his tattoo’s disappeared. He told the guys it was fine but they could hear him trying to muffle his cries in his bunk.

“I’ll do it Pope.” Santiago looks at him with a mixture of shock and excitement.

“I came ready for an argument.” He slides Frankie’s plate closer to him to steal a bite of cake. “We meet him tomorrow.”

“Jesus what if I said no?” Frankie slides the plate back to himself, not ready to let go of his precious dessert.

“You might want to lay off the cake if you’re going to meet your soulmate soon.” Frankie flips him off as Santi grabs the plate and saunters off to the dance floor.

****

Dave’s always early to meet a client, but never this early. He couldn’t find a lot of information on Francisco Morales but he did find out he was Delta Force and so was the man that hired him on his behalf. He always met potential clients in a public place of their choosing to get an idea of who they are. There's no doubt in his mind that this coffee shop holds no significance to the two men and will most certainly not help him figure out anything about Francisco.

He knows it’s their military training that they will never seem to break free from. It doesn’t make it easy for your soulmate to find you when you're as mysterious as Francisco Morales. No social media, no parking tickets, no convictions. A minor hiccup with his pilot's license but his record was scrubbed clean a few years ago. It takes a lot of money to completely wipe your record.

Their trip to Colombia wasn’t as off the books as they thought. With Dave’s connections he can find out a lot more about the average person than they think. It’s true he is paid to find your soulmate but he has a duty to uphold to not put said person in harm's way. Frankie’s sketchy past and interesting finances make him a little wary to just introduce him to the person he’s supposed to spend the rest of his life with. He doesn’t know the circumstances behind his wife leaving him and that also has his guard up. Who just up and leaves after 8 years?

He pauses his thoughts momentarily as he notices an old Jeep pull into the parking lot of the cafe. He hasn’t seen a Jeep like that in years. His suspicions are correct when two men around his age step out. Still relatively in military shape, the shorter of the two in a black t-shirt much too tight for him and black jeans. The taller one in an open flannel and blue jeans donning a dirty cap and aviators…that must be Francisco.

They both survey the area as if it’s their first time here and that confirms his other notion that these men wanted to meet somewhere not near their home. Probably thirty minutes to an hour outside of where they actually live if he would guess. Fifteen minutes early to be safe but still not earlier than him.

“I should’ve worn something nicer.” Frankie smooths his hands down the front of his worn flannel as they approach the coffee shop. This was his nice flannel but maybe he could’ve taken an iron to it or something.

“Relax hermano, he didn’t bring your soulmate to the meeting.”

“You vetted this guy?” Frankie couldn’t find much information on David York, which worried him a little.

“As much as I could.” Frankie holds the door open for Santiago as they enter and head straight for the counter. Coffee is much needed after imbibing too much at the wedding. He’s grateful in hindsight that he chose this location just outside of town.

“Corner,black suit.”

Frankie glances up, hopefully shielded by his sunglasses. “He looks smug.”

“Don’t start.” Santi hisses under his breath as he steps up to place their order. “ Two black coffees please.”

Best case scenario, this guy finds his soulmate and Frankie can’t even wrap his head around what he would do with that information. It scares him to even think about it.

Worst case scenario, Pope is out some money that he didn’t ask him to spend in the first place and he can go back to whatever semblance of a life he was living before all this.

Way to be positive Frankie

****

Introductions are awkward to say the least. Frankie and Santi seated at the small cafe table across from Dave who has set a notepad down next to his small coffee. The silence is deafening as he scribbled down a few things after giving them a once over.

“So I’m sure you have some questions for me. If you don’t mind holding those until I’ve gone over everything.” He’s not really asking and Frankie already had his hackles up at the grim outlook of the man in front of him.

He always hated ‘suits’ . This guy is obviously ex-government and he’s not really sure how someone like him ended up in the line of work of finding someone’s soulmate. Besides the obvious monetary aspect there is a lot of love and emotion involved and the man seated before him doesn’t strike him as the romantic type.

“Why did you decide to hire me to find your soulmate?” I didn’t hire you. Frankie looks over at Santiago hoping he’ll help him out a little.

“Well ugh…I actually didn’t.” Dave raises his eyebrows at that but lets him continue. “My friend here was kind enough to give me a push in the right direction.” After too many drinks and a lot of talking he reconciled with Santi that this was something he should at least try to pursue.

Everything seems pretty straightforward once he starts going over his normal way of doing things. Frankie understands after the initial round of uncomfortable questions that Dave needs to make sure he’s not some weirdo. He opted to return a few peoples initial deposit upon meeting them and not deeming them safe enough or sane enough to track down their soulmate and uproot their lives.

Frankie’s thankful he doesn’t pry too much into his reason for divorcing. Dave mostly wanted to make sure that he was not still legally married because he won’t set anyone up for heartbreak.

Dave has a thirty day guarantee, if he doesn’t find them in that time frame you get a full refund. Frankie is a little shocked at his confidence. People spend their entire lives trying to find their soulmate and he can somehow guarantee it.

“So, now that I’ve gone over all the logistics. Do you have any questions for me?” Frankie looks to Santiago who’s been uncharacteristically quiet throughout this meeting. Maybe out of courtesy for Frankie or perhaps he’s sizing him up. Either way, Frankie really only has one thing he is curious about.

“Why do you do it?”

Dave takes a sip of his lukewarm coffee. It’s pretty bad if he’s being honest but he needs a moment. He always needs a moment when this question is brought up. It’s usually one of the only questions he hates answering. Truthfully answering would require to let people in ‘strangers’.

These same strangers trust him enough to do this so as uncomfortable as it is he provides enough of an answer to suit both parties.

“I hate to say that it pays well, but I have to state the obvious.” For the first time during the meeting Frankie can see his hard exterior crack a little. The first time where he seems nervous and unsure of what he’s going to say.

“Also…I wish I had met my wife sooner. I may have had more time with her.”

Santiago excuses himself from the table. He doesn’t do well with emotions. Frankie knows that probably stung a little. He’s not sure if it’s worse that Santi never got to meet them or if meeting them briefly makes it all that more painful.

“I appreciate your honesty Dave.” He sends him a tight lip smile that doesn’t meet the eyes.

“If that’s all you have for me I’ll be in touch in the next few days hopefully with an update.”

Frankie shakes his hand, a firm handshake he notes to himself. Dave has a nice build, he’s not sure why he makes a note of that as well.

Frankie finished the rest of his coffee and headed outside. Santi leans against the back of the Jeep scrolling idly on his phone. He looks up at him but says nothing as they both get in, Frankie in the driver's seat.

“I just needed some air.” Santiago looks out the passenger window seemingly fixated on the passing cars.

“I know hermano.” He doesn’t need to say anything more.

Neither of them speak for a while, too many thoughts on their minds as they ponder the meeting and what all of it means. Seeing Santiago still struggling with losing his soulmate makes Frankie want to give this his all.

****

Santi can’t shake the thought of Dave doing all this because he didn’t have enough time with his soulmate. At least he got to spend some time with them. He's lied to himself all these years after his tattoos and scars of his soulmate were long gone. This was not about him though, this is about helping his friend move on and be happy. That’s all he wants for them after the chaos he caused in Colombia. He has to make things right for him. Frankie may not see it as his fault but Santiago can’t help but think maybe Sophia would’ve stayed if things hadn’t gone so poorly.

Santiago would never know that things started to sour in their relationship long before that Ill fated trip to steal someone else’s money.

Frankie was the one who had it all together. A real job he could be proud of , a wife he loved , a house for their future family. Things quickly fell apart for him after they returned and he was no longer the one that they looked to for guidance.

Santiago made it his mission to help Frankie get back on his feet after they went back for the money. Frankie got his license back, he bought a home that didn’t remind him of all his memories with his ex wife, now all he needed to do was find love.

Santi rubs his hands across his jeans trying to shake himself from the trance. Frankie eyes him cautiously from the driver’s seat.

Santiago leans forward to turn the radio down. “So how are you feeling about all this?”

“Considering he has a guarantee, a little better than I felt going in.”

He doesn't want to get his hopes up too much but he’s starting to get that feeling like things may be taking a turn for the better.

Frankie pulls up to Santi’s house and puts the car in park.

“I know what you’re gonna say, I’ll be fine I promise and I’ll call you later after I sleep off this hangover.” Frankie smiles at that,Santiago only lets a select few into his world and he won’t push it any further.

“I just want to say thanks Pope. This really means a lot.” Santi waves him off and hops out, he knows how much it means but he’s not gonna get any more emotions out of this day.

“Love you hermano, this time next year we’ll be planning your wedding.” Santi calls out over his shoulder before he enters his house. Frankie wants to roll his eyes at that but he secretly hopes that he’s right.

****

“Alicia! We’re gonna be late.” You stand in your bedroom in front of the floor length mirror putting the finishing touches on your makeup. The modest yellow sundress and strappy heels you bought ages ago are finally getting some use.

“I can’t decide on what to wear.” You faintly hear her yell from her bedroom.

You’re not particularly excited about this singles event she signed you up for but you certainly didn’t want to walk in late and have all eyes on you. She’s your best friend so you agreed to accompany her on one of her many schemes to get you back on the dating scene.

You cross the hall to her room and find a mountain of clothes on her bed and more clothes flying out of her closet.

“Let me see what you’re wearing.” She emerges from her closet in a slinky black dress to match her long black hair. She was a bombshell in anything she wore so you aren’t sure what the hold up is.

“Alicia that looks hot, wear that.” She gives herself a once over in the mirror as she smooths her hands down the front.

“You don’t think this is sending the wrong message?”

“Babe you said yourself you need to get laid.” You glance down at the time on your phone. “Shit we’re gonna be really late.”

“You’re right, I did say that. Thanks for talking me off a ledge.” She grabs her phone from the nightstand as you follow her out of the room.

“You’re gonna need to pretend my room is yours if you bring someone home though.” You gesture towards the disaster she left on her bed.

She turns to you, grabbing your face and kissing your forehead. “Only a true friend would let me defile her bed for the sake of a hookup.”

You laugh as you shoo her along out the door. “That’s what friends are for.”

****

The bad news, you were indeed late. The good news is no one seems to notice as you both enter the hotel lounge for the event. Everyone is talking and mingling amongst themselves so you and Alicia have an opportunity to grab a drink and settle in.

You haven’t been on a proper date in years so she thought this would be a nice way to ease back into things. No pressure or obligations and no awkward first date etiquette. People were just here to simply talk and get to know each other. If you made a connection that was great but if you just didn’t like someone then there were no hard feelings.

“Cute guy at twelve o'clock is checking you out.” You try to do a subtle scan of the room as you sip your fruity drink.

“Alicia I don’t know what that means…Wait how do you know he wasn’t checking you out?” She steps in front of you to slightly block your view.

“He’s in the gray button down on my right .” She half whispers as she attempts a head nod. “Do you see him?”

“Oh shit he’s coming over here.” You both do your best worst to act casual as a tall and very attractive…distractingly attractive man walks over.

“I do have to say yellow is definitely your color.”

“Told you.” Alicia says under her breath as she leaves you at the bar with this stranger.

You thank him politely for his compliment and introduce yourself as you try to ignore the lewd gestures your best friend is making with her hands behind his back. Thankfully she’s interrupted by a man with a tap on her shoulder. He’s noticeably not the type she goes for. He’s much too tall for her…she prefers to tower over her love interests ‘it makes me feel powerful’ in her words.

Jeff was nice enough as he engaged you in conversation. He mostly droned on about his job in finance and his hobbies, his five year goals and now come to think of it…you didn’t really get a chance to talk about yourself. He excused himself from the conversation when he saw someone he knew in the crowd, leaving you in your comfortable silence once again.

Your moment of reprieve is short lived when a woman approaches you. You actually enjoy talking to her and you can tell she’s listening intently. She’s beautiful, funny and smart. Perhaps another time you would be interested but she mentioned she just got out of a long term relationship and you don’t have the energy to be someone’s rebound. You’ve spent years repairing your broken heart and if this is your one attempt at trying to find love again it just wouldn’t be fair to either of you.

You still exchanged numbers after she’d said how nice it was to meet you. Your eyes immediately find Alicia’s across the room with a man who could be her grandfather. He doesn’t seem to notice her look of save me etched across her face. You take this moment to tease her a bit, making the same hand motions she did earlier. An older woman looks on in shock when you realize a little too late that you’ve caught the attention of others in the room.

After offering an apologetic smile, you gather yourself and join her across the room.

“Sorry to interrupt, Alicia, can I borrow you for a moment.”

She loops her arm in yours pulling you close to her side. “It was nice to meet you Irving.”

“The pleasure is all mine dear.” He takes her free hand, planting a sloppy wet kiss on the top. You bite your cheek to stifle a laugh as she waves him off. You can feel her eyes on you as you exit the lounge.

If looks could kill you’d be a goner.

“Irving seemed nice.”

“Shut up.”

You both burst into a fit of giggles as you make it safely to the hotel lobby out of sight of anyone trying to vy for your attention.

These were the moments you lived for with your best friend. The reason you were able to get back on your feet when you moved across the country to start your life over. She took you in like a stray cat, no questions asked when you replied to her ad looking for a roommate. You didn’t find out until later on that she didn’t need the money, she just hated living alone.

She came from a wealthy family and traveled the world before settling in Naples Florida. She never had a soulmate…it wasn’t out of the ordinary for people to go their entire lives without so much as a mark or tattoo. It makes you wonder if the universe chooses at random or if people are destined for that path. She is such a free spirit it almost makes sense why she can’t be tied down to just one person. Her biggest problem is making sure her current interests aren't only after her for money.

“So…what’s the plan for the rest of the evening babe?” You both step out still arm in arm. It’s a beautiful sunset starting just over the tops of the buildings downtown. You could walk down to the beach or drab a drink at another bar.

You can feel your dress starting to cling to your back from the humidity and you made a huge mistake wearing heels that weren’t broken in yet. Alicia looks at you and then pulls out her phone to call a car to come get you. “Let’s go home and eat ice cream while we discuss what a train wreck that was.”

You let out a sigh of relief as you push back trying to stand on the heels of your feet. “That sounds like a perfect night.”

****

“At one point he actually took his dentures out to show me.” Alicia buries her head in the pillow as you make a disgusted face.

“That’s awful. I’m so sorry.” You’re laughing to the point of a stomach ache.

“Ya, you sound really sorry.” She throws the pillow at you on the other end of the couch. “So tell me about the girl. You were talking to her for a while.” She raises one eyebrow at you as she reaches down to the coffee table for the carton of rocky road.

“She was nice.” You lean forward grabbing the carton from her hands. “She was more than nice actually…but she just got out of a serious relationship.”

“Ugh…no one wants to be a rebound.”

Your thoughts exactly.

You swear sometimes you share a brain, or maybe you have just spent so much time with each other that you can’t help but think alike.

“I’m glad we went, I needed to break the ice. It’s not like the love of my life is gonna waltz into the record store.” You loved your job, you always had a love for music. There was something so special about the medium of records standing the test of time. That’s the kind of love you wanted.

“Let’s just marry each other if this dating thing doesn’t work out.” She holds out her pinky as you wrap yours around hers.

“Deal.”

You raise from the couch gathering your plush blankets. “I’m gonna turn in for the night, love you leesh.”

“Love you too hon’, get some sleep.”

****

Sleep

That was a joke in its own right. The problem with having anxiety is the one time where your brain should quiet down is when it wants to be the most active.

You brush your thumb along the etched roses on your ring finger. It’s such a fine and delicate tattoo, the line work is beautiful and the stem of it perfectly curls around coming to a point at the end of your finger.

You hate to assume, but it’s always felt feminine in nature. It doesn’t seem like a drunken mistake or a rushed decision. The tattoo feels intentional. You had a lot of tattoos in a short amount of time when you were in college. These tattoos were overtly masculine. A small Blackhawk tattoo on your left wrist, almost mirroring your hummingbird. A gun of some kind on your left ankle…you weren’t familiar with firearms. A tiny elephant on the inside of your left thigh, by far the most adorable of the set.

In short succession they all adorned your body before you graduated from the California Institute of the Arts with a minor in arts management and a major in music history. Your step mother always said it was a waste and your father couldn’t be bothered to defend you. Your mother would have been proud though.

It was years before the roses showed up on your finger one beautiful spring day. It was so unlike the others it turned your world upside down.

The reason you moved across the country to escape the control and the pressure of someone who couldn’t love you with those scars and tattoos. Resenting you more and more each day knowing that you belonged to someone else.

It’s those thoughts that keep you up at night. The nightmares and horrible things that only your mind thinks up. As much as you try to push those thoughts away, you know deep down someone is out there. Made for you.

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Safe Haven

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Neteyam x Original Na'vi Female Character

Summery: Seeking refuge, Xilä and her father venture to the lands of the Omatikaya clan, in the hopes that the Toruk Makto would be generous in allowing them to stay. This is her story about not only finding her strength, but finding love.

Warning: This story contains smut, violence & abuse (please don't read if these topics will affect you)

Some characters have been aged up. Neteyam in particular is 24.

Xilä is my own creation.

Part 14 - Tea (2)

Getting a drunk Xilä down the few stone steps leading to their home was much more of a challenge than Neteyam anticipated. And only having so much patience, he decided to scoop her up instead, strong arms hooking under her thighs and back.

The new position instantly reminded him of the first day they'd met- of how frail she’d been back then. Neteyam stared at her as she got comfortable, trying to stifle his fury from his interaction with W’aote a few minutes ago.

With him not wanting to have such a large party in the first place, and then with all of the male attention his mate had been receiving all night, not to mention her sudden string of little boyfriends he didn’t even know she had, the night had been too much for him to handle.

“You’re warm,” she mumbled into his chest.

Blinking out of his reverie, he huffed at the state of his wife. Her sudden mood changes while being intoxicated amused him to a degree, yet it wasn’t enough to break him from his bad tempered frame of mind.

As he made his way down the remaining steps, he paused when he spotted an odd moving shadow. Although the blasting music coming from their home blocked his hearing from any other sounds, his ears perked up still, straining to hear anything unusual.

Alert, he rounded the bend of their tent in curiosity, pausing in shock at the moaning, tangled mess of limbs before him.

A peel of laughter from nearby momentarily distracted the warrior in front of him, and when her eyes peaked open and met Neteyam’s, they instantly widened and her jaw dropped with a gasp.

Neteyam watched as Leati scrambled to pull herself off of Ze’lu, pushing him roughly away with a hard smack of her palm against his chest, while the other hand hastily wiped at her obvious kiss swollen lips. And as she righted her twisted top from where Ze’lu’s hand had been previously hidden under, she glared at Netetam as if he were the one caught in a compromising position and not her.

Xilä, who had just noticed he was no longer moving, peaked out from her snuggled form against him and perked up in excitement.

“Leatiiiii, you stayed!” she sang in awe, oblivious to the tension of the others. Her jerky movements had her husband panicking for a split second when she almost went tumbling out of his arms.

Ze’lu ducked his head shyly. He was blushing furiously as he rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment, unsure what to do or say.

Without another word or even addressing the situation, Leati began to storm off, halting in her tracks when she realized her make out partner was right behind.

“Don’t follow me,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “This,” she pointed between the two of them, “is not a thing,” she snapped unkindly at Ze’lu before quickly making her escape, head held high.

Shooting a still staring Neteyam a sheepish grin, Ze’lu chuckled. “She's great right?” he said, seeming unfazed by the female warrior’s jibe. If anything the man looked completely smitten. “Uh, I’m going to-” he gestured at Leati’s retreating figure, then followed after her anyway with a silly smile stretched across his face.

Neteyam blinked at a loss for words at what he’d just witnessed.

Glancing down at Xi who was now busy tracing over the dark markings on his chest with her index finger, humming quietly to herself, he shook his head, hefted her a little higher, then strolled off.

Despite how late it was, there were quite a few clan members still out and about. The forest held a lingering uncommon glow to it, showing off a beautiful end to the txep syulang’s journey into hibernation.

“It’s sooo pretty,” Xi sighed, eyes wide and in awe of their surroundings, fingers reaching high as if wanting to glide through the coloured mist. “You’re grumpy,” she said with a pout when he didn’t respond to her observation.

After a while of walking in silence, she huffed and glared up at him.

“What, baby?” he couldn’t help asking, reeling in his brooding to face another one of Xilä’s sudden drunken moods.

“I think I’m mad at you,” she complained.

“You think?” he mused. “If anyone should be upset tonight, it’s me, but alright- what am I supposed to have done?”

“Well,” she started, palms linking behind his head so she could pull herself closer to his face. “It’s supposed to be my birthday today, right?” she asked, brows raised high. “But- but you haven’t even given me any birthday sex. I gave you loads for yours when you said that was a thing,” she grumbled. “Wait where are we even going anyway- I can walk,” she sassed, mood once again switching.

Neteyam bit his cheek to rein in his need to laugh at not only her birthday sex comment, but also at the fact they’d just arrived in front of his parent’s home and she hadn’t noticed. He set her down anyway when she continued to squirm, keeping an arm around her when her legs wobbled.

“Xilä, look at me,” he said seriously, firmly gripping her chin. “Are you with me, babe?” he asked, frowning at her bright, unfocused gaze, and still overly flushed cheeks.

She simply blinked up at him with a loopy beam, causing him to breathe out an irritated sigh.

Damn his brother, and damn Spir’ytüs.

“Xi, I don’t want to wake my parents. So I need you to be quiet, okay?” he pleaded, brushing away strewn braids from in front of her face, thumbs caressing her flushed skin.

“O-kaay,” she whispered exaggeratingly with an even wider loopy grin.

‘Oh Eywa help me’, he prayed as he led her by the hand into his family’s home.

They had almost- almost made it to Lo’ak’s room when Xi suddenly squealed excitedly and made her escape, slipping from his grip as she made a run for it.

“JAKE! Hiiii!” she whisper-yelled rather loudly, startling an unsuspecting Jake who was minding his own business as he had a drink of water in the kitchen area.

The Olo'eyktan choked mid sip, eyes round in surprise at the body hurtling towards him.

Before she could reach him however, Neteyam intercepted by grabbing her around the front of her waist, to haul her up his chest.

He whispered an exasperated, “Goddammit, Xilä,” under his breath. “Sorry dad,” he apologized sheepishly, wincing with a jerk when the back of Xi’s head accidentally made contact with his jaw.

Jake stared at the duo with a lopsided smirk, highly amused. “Hey there, Xi,” he said kindly, waving back at his daughter-in-law who seemed rather happy to see him.

Then as if realizing she was actually in front of the clan’s leader, Xi began make the customary sign of respect to him. Over and over, two fingers to her forehead, head bowed.

Jake choked on his laughter this time, yet returned the gesture to her anyway.

“Good party I take it?” he teased, shooting a knowing smirk at his struggling son.

“Something like that,” he seethed in response to his father, glare fixed on his writhing wife who was now trying to break free.

A soft surprised grunt escaped Neteyam when the end of Xi’s tail sailed over his butt cheek, sensually caressing him.

“Stop,” he hissed in her ear, reaching behind to rope her tail around his wrist, halting its exploration of his backside. One glance to his father and he was relieved to see that the man was unaware of the little affair.

“Do you mind if we hang out here until?” he asked, grappling both of Xi’s wrists in one hand. She’d suddenly broken out into a rendition of Happy Birthday, and while her English was average at best, drunk Xilä was having a hard time remembering the correct pronunciation and proper lyrics of the song. “I’m not stupid enough to take her to Sal and Jxo’s like this.”

That made his father laugh out loud. “It’s her twentieth birthday. She’s supposed to get drunk and have a good time. But yeah, I see you’ve got your hands full, so knock yourself out, stay as long as you like…Wait, hang on,” he said, turning to pick up a water pouch. “Here. You two need anything else?”

“Thanks dad, and no, I think we should be alright from here.”

Arms full with a wiggling, singing Xilä and a waterskin, Neteyam bodily walked them into Lo’ak’s room and placed her in the large hammock that was positioned in the center of the space.

“No, no wait, where are you going?” she whined when he tried untangling himself from her, frowning when she saw his stony face. “Don’t be mad. I’m sor-”

“I’m going nowhere, sweetheart,” he shushed gently, kissing her worried brow, easing her grabby hands away. “I’m just going to raid Lo’ak’s stash. We need to sober you up. Here, have some water by the time.”

Back turned to her, he searched for his brother’s hangover kit. Finding it with quick success, he riffled through it, looking for the right remedy. He was no healer, but he had had his fair share of drunken nights and wretched hangovers to have learned a thing or two.

His steps back toward the bed fumbled however when he faced her again. Head tilted upward, he prayed to Eywa, begging for resilience.

“Baby,” he said with a pained groan, frowning at his now topless wife as she struggled with the tie on her hip. “Why are you taking off your clothes?” he asked, trying to be as gentle as possible. He didn’t need her bursting into tears again.

Her brows squished together, eyeing him as if he was the crazy one. “Birthday sex,” she replied simply.

“Birthday sex…right,” he nodded, trying hard to keep a straight face, yet simultaneously ticked off at his body’s reaction to her words. His dick obviously hadn't gotten the memo that nothing would be happening at that moment. But then again his wife was seated before him half naked, so he couldn’t exactly blame the appendage for having a mind of its own.

“Uh-well, let’s have some of this and a bit more water first, yeah?” he suggested instead, picking up the abandoned waterskin and showing her the medicinal pouch in his hand.

It had taken him three tries to get her to have the remedy. Turns out she was now in her “stubborn stage” of drunkenness, and she was behaving more petulant than anything.

Jins’eng root was used to dry up abnormal toxins from in the body- and Spir’ytüs, well that fucking concoction he didn’t understand why people liked to drink, was definitely a toxin.

Falling into a lulled state, Xi eventually began to feel the effects of the medical root. It took a while but when she’d finally sobered up, she groaned in embarrassment.

The pieces of the night were slowly coming back to her, and her behavior up until now was far too humiliating for her liking- especially how she’d acted in front of her father-in-law.

She peaked at her still brooding husband from her sprawled out position, poking his thigh with her toe to gain his attention. He was seated upright and just from the tick of his jaw, she could tell he was upset.

“You’re angry,” she said, studying his profile.

“I’m not- I’m…frustrated?” He shook his head. “No, confused maybe,” he relented, not explaining himself further.

Xi nodded, although she was sure he didn’t notice since he was faced away from her.

Mouth feeling uncomfortably grimy, she got to her feet to search through Lo’ak’s things to find a piece of Van’eela bark to cleanse it.

Cool air caused her bare nipples to pebble and Xi grimaced when she remembered her foolish attempt at seducing her mate. She hastily snagged her abandoned top to cover herself up before continuing her search.

As she chewed on a bit of bark, she glanced at her mate again. He was in deep thought- in his own world as he bothered his bottom lip with a knuckle, one leg propped high so his elbow could lean on it.

Xi splashed a bit of water on her face, hoping to rejuvenate herself a bit more, then wiped it with what she hoped was a clean towel.

Far more refreshed now, she sat next to her husband. Leaning against his shoulder, she stole his hand and fiddled with his fingers in her lap. It always amazed her how much bigger his were in comparison to hers.

“Will you tell me why you’re confused then?” she asked quietly. “Was it because I got drunk? I didn’t think that would happen. All of it I mean. I never had that type of drink before, and it was good, so I kept sipping it…”

“Xilä, you can’t just go around knocking back strange drinks you’ve never had before, especially Spir’ytüs. That thing should be fucking banned,” he scolded, more to himself than her. “But no, I’m not mad that you got drunk. It’s your birthday and you were just enjoying yourself. Although, I will say I’m a bit opposed to you getting drunk in public now. Far too handsy, baby,” he said quite seriously, but yet there was a tinge of teasing behind his tone.

She smiled at his words. “Alright, why then?”

He blew out a breath, contemplating whether to say anything at all, but he knew they promised to be honest with each other. “For the most part we’re kind of always together, right?” he asked.

Xi’s brows furrowed but she nodded anyway.

“I guess I’m confused because suddenly you have all these overly friendly male friends I had no clue about.”

“What male friends?” she asked, sitting up and twisting her form to see his face.

“The ones at the party, Xilä,” he spat in upset.

Xilä’s mind reeled, coming up blank. She wanted to laugh her ass off if anything. Her husband was making it sound like she’d had a slew of men groveling at her feet all night.

“You’re going to have to be more specific,” she said.

“Okay, well how about that Z guy for instance? Why did you even invite him? Do you know him?”

Xilä’s brows raised high. “First of all his name is Ze’lu and secondly, what do you mean? You’ve met him before remem-”

“Oh I remember, baby. I remember because he was hitting on you at the time!” he barked, forgetting that he’d caught the man making out with Leati not too long ago.

“He didn’t know I was not available, Teyam. And I won’t go as far to say that we’re friends but I figured it wouldn’t hurt to invite him. He’s kind of shy and seems to keep to himself, so I figured why not,” she shrugged. “He’s been nothing but respectful.”

“Alright, fine. What about Mr. Funny then?”

“Who?”

“Vi’ll, something or whatever. The one you were all chatty and giggly with. Who the hell is he? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him in my life.”

“Vilhon?”

He shrugged.

“He’s the dad of the injured toddler I told you about. You know the one Mo’at let me heal a while back? He’s friends with Yalnïk apparently. They’re fishing mates. And he didn't actually come for the party. He came to give us a gift- some rare plants I think it was? His wife’s a harvester…” she trailed off, brain racking itself to remember what exactly she’d done with said plants.

“He was telling me a funny story about his son by the way. That’s why I was laughing. Now, anyone else?” she snapped, a bit irritated too herself.

“Yes actually. W’aote,” he hissed. “What the hell was going on tonight? The man couldn’t seem to keep his fucking hands to himself.”

W’aote. Now this one was a bit tricky. She herself had found it odd at first when the man suddenly became overly friendly. Sure they’d hung out a couple times, but that was always only whenever Lo’ak or Spider were around.

“I think he likes Kah’lee,” she deduced.

“Who’s that?”

She huffed, smacking him on the bicep. “Kah’lee! Ze’lu’s sister. We were introduced just tonight, Neteyam!”

“Oh I’m sorry, I seemed to have been rather preoccupied tonight if you’ve forgotten,” he hissed sarcastically, but Xi just rolled her eyes.

“He only ever hovered when she was around and I think knowing me gave him an excuse to talk to her. He was nervous and probably just didn’t know how to act around the poor girl.”

“Yeah well I don’t see how that gives him an excuse to be so touchy with you still. Pissed me off honestly,” he seethed, jaw clenched as he seemed to be remembering those moments.

“You are so jealous right now,” Xi mused. “Unnecessarily so if you ask me. I should be upset I think, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t like the feeling a little. To be loved so much, it’s- it’s kind of…cherishing.”

Neteyam’s pent up frustration seemed to melt at her words. When it came to his wife, his brain cells seemed to melt. He deduced that he may have somewhat overreacted a bit tonight, but he wasn’t guilty over it though. He’d still do it all again.

Cupping both sides of her jaw one handedly, he pulled her in and kissed her lips sweetly.

“Is this an apology?” she smiled, pecking him back.

“You want an apology?”

“Yes. You were rude to my friends tonight- and don’t think I haven’t remembered you sending me and Lo’ak away so you could have a little talk with W’aote.”

“Well you were drunk tonight,” he countered.

“I thought you weren’t mad over that?!”

“I’m not. But you had me in agony Xilä!”

He suddenly pounced, pushing her backwards and caging her in as he settled over her, covering her body with his.

“You. Dancing, tempting me to lock you up so no one else could see those tanalizing hips of yours move. You and your grabby hands and your fucking addicting kisses- we were in public sweetheart, not to mention that little stunt your groping tail decided to pull right in front of my dad…So tell me wife, don’t you think I deserve an apology too?”

She looked horrified as his words brought back the embarrassing images she’d been trying to block out. Cheeks ablaze, Xi grimaced.

Neteyam chucked at her expression. His thumb pulled on her chin, tugging her bottom lip free from its hiding place. “I’m sorry,” he whispered against her lips.

“I’m sorry too,” she hushed, sealing her mouth to his.

Their kisses were soft and slow, filled with smiles, whispered sweet nothings and heated, intense eye contact.

Only when Neteyam began to tweak a nipple did she ask, “What are you up too?”

He gave her a devious grin, tugging on the cloth to touch her skin directly. “Birthday sex, baby.”

Xi looked scandalized. “Not in your brother’s room, Teyam! Especially not in his bed,” she hissed.

“Are you kidding me? You’re the one that’s been pouting all night that I haven’t given you any. Sweetheart, not even an hour ago you were taking off your clothes and-”

“Yeah but that was drunk Xilä. Not sane, level headed Xilä.”

“Okay…so you don’t want the sex then?” he asked, a tinge of disappointment showing through his tone.

“Of course I want sex.”

Bafflement clouded Neteyam’s face causing Xilä to laugh. She cupped his cheeks and kissed him. “I just meant I don’t want to do it in your brother’s room, that’s all. We’d be tarnishing the mighty bachelor pad,” she joked.

“Who cares?” Neteyam retorted, ducking head to give her neck some love, lips and tongue and teeth caressing her skin. “He’s caused me hell tonight, It’ll serve him right.”

“Mmmm,” she hummed from his ministrations, arching further to grant him more access, gasping when he moved downwards to suck her nipple into his mouth. “Oh fine,” she surrendered. “I hope these sheets are clean though. I dread to know just how many girls he’s brought back here,” she joked.

Neteyam snorted, words muffled against her breast. “Never seen him bring anyone home. We should be fine,” he replied distractedly, one warm palm inching its way up her thigh, spreading her so he could settle between the valley of her legs.

“Really?” she asked, eyes blinking open, trained on the high heavy canvased ceiling as she pondered in thought. “Come to think of it, I’ve never actually seen him with anyone romantically. Is there anyone he’s interested in then?”

“Baby, I’m trying to fuck you. Are you really going to discuss my brother’s love life right now?” he asked, irritated, pausing his task of attempting to rip away the damp flimsy cloth beneath her skirt.

“Sorry,” she said absentmindedly. “But aren’t you kind of curious too? Women practically throw themselves at him. Kiri says he’s got a whole club of them. Surely there must be someone,” she wondered.

Neteyam sighed, defeatedly. “Not going to drop this…are you?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Fine.” He rolled off of her, spreading out on his back with an arm propped behind his head and Xi followed eagerly, snuggling against his side.

“Sooo…?”

“I’m not entirely certain for sure but…I think his heart is taken already,” he shared, thick fingers threading through Xi’s hair.

“By who?” she whispered, chin perched on his chest to see his face.

“Her name is Tsireya.”

Xi racked her mind for why that name sounded so familiar, eyes growing large when she remembered the stories her husband had told her. “Awa'atlu,” she said.

“Mhm. She’s Tonowari’s daughter,” Neteyam confirmed. He snickered, “I still remember the look on Lo’ak’s face when he saw her for the first time.”

“Well, does she feel the same way?” she asked, tail sailing excitedly, eager for information.

“I’d guess yes. It was easy to see her affection for him. They became fast friends during our visit. My brother is often misunderstood. I myself have been guilty of it over the years…but I’d never seen someone click with him the way she did.”

“Really? Not even Spider?” she asked, shocked by his revelation.

“No. This was different. Sure they were just kids back then, but it looked like love…Fated love. Some part of them must have known because leaving was hard on them both. Tsireya cried a lot on our last day, and Lo’ak…he was depressed for months upon our return back home.”

“That’s horrible. I feel for them both…” she said sadly. “Have you guys only visited the one time?”

“Yeah, it’s been nine years. Tuk wasn’t even born yet.”

“Oh,” she said quietly, turning to lay her cheek against his chest and hugging him close. She couldn’t imagine being that far away from Neteyam. She couldn’t imagine how hard it must be for Lo’ak- for Tsireya.

Neteyam must have been thinking the same thing, because he rolled onto his side, plastering himself to her, breathing in her comforting scent. His love for the woman in his arms was fierce. Just the thought of her being out of reach was terrifying to him.

“You’ve gone quiet sweetheart. Have I bummed you out?” he teased somewhat, trying to lighten the mood again.

“No. But thank you for telling me…I’m looking forward to our trip to Awa'atlu, even more now.”

“Of course you are,” he chuckled, pressing his lips to her neck.

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