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Unspoken feelings pt. 1 Female reader x Jax Teller Possible plot spoilers, explicit language, domestic violence, violence & murder! If you're under the age of 18, dislike any of said topics or have not finished the show, then please read no further.

Jax takes a final drag from his cigarette, the smoke curling around him before he flicks it away, grinding it under the sole of shoe. He rolls his shoulders, a familiar tension in his muscles as he waits for you to step out of the car. He can already sense the weight of the moment, but he pushes his nerves deep down like he always does.

You draw in a deep breath before exiting the car, closing the door firmly. As you circle around the vehicle, your eyes instantly lock with his. He hasn’t changed at all. Still giving off that same Jax Teller energy, still charming as ever.

His smirk deepens as you approach. “Look who it is” he says, taking slow strides towards you. As he closes the distance, his arms are now open wide. Offering a welcoming embrace, his warmth pulling you in.

Something so familiar, that you never knew you needed, until you were wrapped up in it.

"Hey" you say, your voice muffled against the leather he still proudly wears.

He pulls back, but his hands stay on your elbows. He studies your face, like he can tell somethings off but he cant figure it out yet. "He finally let you come back home, huh?"

You can tell he's just saying it to get under your skin, the way his eyes shine with that familiar mischief. He never liked him, not even a little bit. Everything Opie and Jax had warned you about, everything they said would happen, its all come true.

The music's loud, but your boyfriend's voice cuts through the noise as he leans in close to you, his hand resting possessively on your thigh. "Can't wait for you to move in" he says, his voice sleazy. His words are loud enough for everyone to hear "Sex whenever we want, anywhere we want".

You stiffen, catching the shift in Jax's posture. He stands up, and walks out of the clubhouse without a word, Opie following right behind him.

You know its because of what they've just overheard, and they're fucking pissed.

Jax leans heavily against his bike, Opie stands next to him, arms crossed, watching Jax. He's not happy either, but he's trying to keep his cool.

"You're not helping yourself Jax" he mutters, trying to keep his voice steady, trying to get through to him.

Jax lets out a frustrated grunt, wiping his face and looking upwards to the sky. "She's about to make the biggest fucking mistake of her life, and we’re supposed to just stand here and let it happen?" He’s swaying slightly, the alcohol taking control now.

Opie shakes his head, his eyes narrowing "She's not some kid, Jax. She ain't gonna listen to you pushin' her...also, you do know wendy's gonna clock on soon why you're acting like this, right?"

Jax's eyes flash, looking almost dangerous. "I don't give a fuck about Wendy right now" His words snap, and its clear he means it "She's leaving, Ope. For that asshole"

Opie rubs his face, "He might be talking out his ass, could just be dreamin'"

Jax laughs, and it sounds bitter. "Yeah? then why's he running his mouth inside like its a done deal?" he shakes his head, looking to the ground.

“We all make mistakes Jax” Opie says, his voice cutting through the tension.

Jax stares at him, his eyes heavy, feeling the weight of the whiskey. “Don’t Ope, just don’t” he grumbles.

Opie leans against the railing, his posture casual, looking away from Jax but speaking to him directly. “You can’t be pissed at her for not tellin’ you shit, when you’re sittin’ on the biggest fuckin’ secret. You haven’t even told her Wendy’s pregnant”

“I haven’t told anyone yet…just you” he stumbles, beer bottle shaking in his hand. “If I say it out loud…it makes it real” His voice cracks as he tries to keep composure.

Opie watches him now “when you’re up all night with a baby, shittin’ diapers, getting puked on, shit will be real then”

“She’ll have too much shit to say. I can’t handle it…not now, I just-”

“She doesn’t want you fuckin’ your life up. Just like you don’t wanna watch her fuck hers up” Opie says. He’s always been the one stuck in the middle of you both.

Jax drops his head trying to shake it off as Opies words sink in deeper than he can admit.

Before Jax can answer, the door swings open. You step outside and the second their eyes land on you, you already know this is gonna go to shit.

And the look Jax gives you? its gonna be a fucking challenge.

You clear your throat. "Can we talk?" You didn’t expect them to find out like this. You didn’t expect Jax’s eyes to hold that hurt, even if he tries to hide it.

Jax snorts, the pain turning to anger now, shaking his head "Oh, now you wanna talk?" He takes another swig of his beer "By all means, darlin...talk"

You exhale, steadying yourself. Arms crossed over your chest. "I was gonna tell you both...”

Jax laughs, shifting in place "Right... and when exactly was that gonna be? before or after you packed your shit and left"

The way he's looking at you, like you've betrayed him cuts deeper than you expected. "I just...wanted to wait for the right time"

"The right time?" he repeats, stepping closer, you can smell the whiskey on his breath. "Bullshit"

Opie, who senses the tension, steps in "Alright lets just take a second..."

Jax ignores him, his eyes focused solely on you. "So what is it, huh? he finally got in your head...convinced you to cut us off completely?"

"That's not what this is Jax-"

"Nah, its fine" he shuts you down. "You wanna leave? then go. Nothin' stoppin' you"

"What the fuck is your problem?" you step forward, fuming and ready to confront Jax. Opie quickly steps between you both, trying to keep the situation from escalating.

"y/n just let it go, he’s drunk" Opie says, his tone calm but firm, trying his best to defuse the tension.

Jax jerks his head towards your boyfriend, who's making his way over.

"He's my fucking problem" he mutters. Without another word, Jax continues walking. As he passes your boyfriend he deliberately bumps into him, a sharp shove of the shoulder, as if to make a point.

He stumbles slightly, but doesn't say anything to Jax, he's looking between you and Opie now, with a confused expression. "The fucks his problem?” he asks, his voice uncertain.

You feel your stomach twist at the sound of his voice. You look up to Opie "I'm Sorry" you whisper, as you turn around to join Jax's fucking problem.

Opie nods in understanding, but Jax who's now heading back into the clubhouse, doesn't look back. He's pissed, he can't admit what's really bothering him, not with Wendy now pregnant and not with you on the verge of leaving Charming.

Jax leans against the kitchen counter, his fingers tapping absently on the side as the silence stretches between you.

His eyes are fixed on the coffee machine, yours trailing over the pictures scattered across the fridge, by Abel of course. Finally, you break the silence.

“How’s Wendy, and Abel?” You ask, your eyes floating around the place. You hadn’t seen either of them in person since the night at the hospital.

Since you left without a word.

“She’s uh…” his voice is flat, his hand scratching the back of his neck “...back on the shit. She ain’t coming anywhere near him. Divorce when through not long ago”

“Jax…” you begin, unsure of how to respond.

He forces a smile, leaning against the counter. “Go on. Say it”

“Say what?” You frown, confusion on your face.

“That you told me so” he stirs the coffees.

You shake your head, as much as you want to, you couldn’t. “I’m not gonna do that”

He runs a hand over his hair “You were right though, shoulda listened, you told me enough times”

You chew the inside of your cheek, watching the tightness spread across his face. You’re pissed for him, but you know better than to poke the fire.

You take a seat at the kitchen table. “Where's Abel? He okay?” You ask, your voice softer.

“With Mom...he's confused but, he's good” he places the coffees down before sitting across from you.

You nod a silent thank you. It’s no longer awkward, just heavy.

“Shits a mess, huh?” He almost laughs, shaking his head.

You hesitate before spilling your own life dramas. Your fingers tightening around the mug. “I left him…this morning, took the shit I needed and left”

Jax studies you, his expression doesn’t portray what he’s thinking.

“That’s why you’re staying at the motel?” He thought it was weird you’d rather do that than stay with someone you knew here.

“Yeah” you let out a deep breath, “told him a few days ago, but he obviously thought I didn't mean it. It’s not the first time I’ve tried…guess he figured when he got home and I was gone” you look to your phone, another 2 texts from him. “He hasn’t stopped” you wave your phone in Jax’s direction.

His jaw tightens, the same way it does when something pisses him off. “He know you’re here?” He finally asks.

“Probably knows I’ve come back to Charming, just not where”

Jax stares for a moment longer, then lets out a dry laugh, shaking his head “guess we both fucked up, huh?”

You give him a small smile “yeah…nothings changed there”

Jax leans back in his chair “So, does Opie know you’re back?” He raises an eyebrow, a smirk on his lips “you know he’s gonna be pissed if he finds out you’re hanging with me and not him”

You can’t help but laugh at the thought of Opie’s reaction. “Nah, told him I’d come visit soon, but he doesn’t know I’m here right now”

"All your shits at the motel?" Jax asks, his arms crossed scanning you, like he's trying to piece together everything you're not saying out loud.

You sigh, rubbing your temples. "Just the important stuff, clothes, shit I couldn't leave behind" You hadn't even had a second to breathe, let alone think what the future holds.

Then your phone rings again. You don't even need to look.

Jax's gaze flicks down, watching you ignore the call and shoving the phone back into your purse.

He rubs his chin "So what now? You stickin' around, or is this just another pit stop before you disappear again?"

You let out a tired laugh "Jax, I don't even know what I'm doing tonight, let alone the next few days" Your head tipped back, eyes on the ceiling. You cant break, not here. Not in front of him.

It's not like Jax hasn't seen you cry before, shit, he's probably seen it more than anyone. But after all this time and distance, it feels...different.

Jax made a sound, something between a scoff and a sigh. "You know you could've called me right? or Opie" His voice displaying that rare softness. "You could of come straight here"

"Jax, its not that simple" you mutter, shaking your head. "It's not just a night or two. I don't know how long its gonna take me to get my shit together"

He grins a little, "and?"

You blink, shaking your head towards him "And what?"

"And it’s not like we ain’t done this before?" his eyes stay serious "Shit, y/n you basically lived with us back in the day... mom would've traded me for you if she could've"

That made you laugh, his words pulling you straight into the past. Late nights sneaking beers from Gemma’s fridge. Falling asleep on the couch after club parties, waking up tangled in blankets you never remembered pulling over yourself. Sunday mornings, a joint shared between the three of you talking shit on the clubhouse roof like the world couldn't touch you.

"Get your shit, y/n" he says, steady and certain.

Before you could respond, his phone rang. He barely registered it before answering, already pacing the kitchen, his voice dropping to that familiar tone. "Yeah?"

You couldn't hear the other side, but you didn't need to. His whole body language changed.

Club business.

"Alright, I'll be there soon" he said, like he didn't want to leave.

Jax tucks his phone back into his pocket "I gotta deal with somethin', but go grab your stuff. Call me when you're done, i'll meet you back here" a smile creeping on his face "Maybe I should tell Ope you're back too"

That pulls a more genuine smile from you, you stand, hesitating for a second before meeting his eyes. "Thank you Jax" You step towards him, and before you can even think about it, his arms are around you. Solid and warm. The kind of hug that makes you feel like you never left, like nothings changed.

His grip tightens ever so slightly, his chin resting against the top of your head. "Missed you", he admits. His voice quieter now, like he almost doesn't want to say it too loud.

Your fingers curl into his kutte, holding onto the moment. "Missed you too".

The club business was quiet for now, Nothing urgent. Whatever they'd called him in for was handled quickly. Opie is currently driving Jax back to the clubhouse, he decides its the perfect time to let him know you're back.

Opie glances over to Jax, who cant keep his grin off his face. His brow raising at the look "What?"

Jax laughs, taking a drag before starting "Guess who's back in town"

Opie gives him a long look, waiting for him to speak up "Who?"

Jax exhales, pushing his hand over his head. "y/n"

That got Opie's full attention, he straightened up his eyes sharp "No shit?"

"No shit" Jax confirms "finally left that asshole"

Opie let’s out a low whistle "Damn" he exhales slowly "How's she doin'"

Jax wasn't sure where to start, so he gave him the basics "She's been through it man...She didn't say much, but I could tell. She's tryin to play it cool, but you know how she is"

Opie nodded, he knew exactly what he meant. You were good at keeping shit locked down, good at pretending you were fine, even when you wasn't. That hadn't changed since you were kids.

"She tell you why she finally left?" Opie questions.

"Nah, and I didn't push...figured she might spill to you first, anyway"

The motel room feels suffocating now. You can barely catch your breath as you carry things from the room to your car, packing it all up, trying to get out of this mess.

As you step back inside to grab the last of your things, the door is slammed open, nearly knocking you off your feet. His eyes are wild, rage written across his face.

"What the fuck!" you shout, pushing back against him, trying to regain your balance. "How the fuck did you find me!"

He doesn't flinch, doesn't back off, he's in your face. His voice seething. "Tracked your phone, Don't act like I didn't know where you'd go. Always knew you'd run back here"

You're burning with anger now, it wasn't supposed to happen, not like this. "You think you can just show up and fuck with me?"

He steps forward, closing the gap between you. His body tense. "You think you can just pack your shit and leave? you think I'm gonna let that happen?"

You turn away, making your way over to the desk, subtly pulling out your phone and calling Jax without saying a word. You cant speak, you cant make it obvious, you just hope he answers.

"I'm fucking talking to you!" he comes behind you, dragging you back around by your shoulder.

His jaw is hard as he spits "Four years, y/n. Four fucking years and you're gonna throw it all way for that fucker?"

His words hit you like a slap, but you refuse to let him see you fall. "I didn't leave you for anyone. I left because you're a fucking asshole. You're a controlling manipulative piece of shit" you edge closer towards him "You don't love me. You just wanna own me, you think I haven't learnt that by now!"

He doesn't even think before lunging forward, grabbing you by the arms, his grip as strong as iron. "I always saw the way you two looked at each other. The way he fucking wanted you. The way you looked at him, I fucking knew it" his voice is low, almost a growl.

"You're insane!" you shout back, trying to break free. But it’s not working, he’s too fucking strong. “Don’t fucking lie to me” he snarls, his hands tightening, “You think I’m stupid? I bet you were fucking him the whole time, huh? That's why he was so pissy about you leaving!"

Jax’s phone buzzes in his pocket as him and Opie head toward their bikes. He looks down, your name on the screen. He answers, expecting to hear your voice. Thinks maybe you’re gonna ask for help or give him an update.

But there’s nothing.

Silence.

“y/n?” He grips the phone tighter, reaching his bike. “y/n you good?” He tries again but still, nothing. He can just work out a sharp breath, the sounds of muffled voices. It’s faint but unmistakable.

Then he hears it.

“You think you can just pack your shit and leave? You think I’m just gonna let you do that y/n?”

Jax’s stomach drops. He knows exactly who that is.

“You’re insane!” He hears your voice, it’s shaky but there’s anger there too.

“I bet you were fucking him the whole time, weren’t you?”

Opie, walking beside him, must feel the tension change, because he stops in his tracks, looking at Jax trying to read the situation.

Jax puts the phone on speaker as he and Opie listen in, they hear you shouting back, the sounds of a struggle. You’re defending yourself, but the way he’s yelling…it’s violent.

“Is that him?" Opie mutters under his breath.

“That’s him” Jax answers, practically jumping on his bike “Rockstaff motel” he instructs Opie.

This wasn’t the reunion either of you had planned.

The room now smells like sweat, fear and blood. You’re on the floor, your knees pulled to your chest, head buried in your hands. You didn’t mean for this to happen, you didn’t even want this to happen. But when he shoved you again, and again, when his hands grabbed at you like he was going to choke the life out of you, you snapped.

The heavy lamp lying beside him, was all you could reach, so you did, swinging it hard. You heard the crack when it hit his skull, sending him to the floor. He’s still there, no movement, no sound. He could be dead for all you know, you haven’t got it in you to check, all you know is the dark red stain beneath him, is getting bigger and bigger.

You’re covered in it too, your hands, your face, your clothes. Tears blur your vision, the sobs leaving your body like you’re gasping for air.

Then, you hear the footsteps, fast and heavy. You don’t even look up. You’re still trying to breathe, your body frozen in its place.

The door slams open with a force that rattles the frame, Jax nearly booting the door off its hinges.

"Jesus, y/n" His voice is sharp, but beneath it, nothing but pure rawness.

You don't answer. You can't.

Jax shoves his his gun back into his waistband and drops to his knees in front of you. His hands come to your face, tilting it up, forcing you to look at him. "talk to me darlin"

Your lips part, but nothing comes out. Your mind still spinning, stuck in the moment.

Jax's thumb wipes at the blood trailing down your face, leaking from the cut above your brow, his eyes flicker down to your lip, busted and swollen, then to your ex sprawled on the floor, unconscious, head split open. Then to the shattered lamp, the jagged base glistening red.

The puzzle pieces fall into place.

Opie kicks him with his boot. No response. He crouches, pressing two fingers to the bastards throat.

"still breathin", he says, standing back up.

Your breath shudders as it leaves you "I'm... sorry" you whisper. The words barely leaving your lips, but when Jax hears them, it almost breaks him

Even now, after after everything this bastard has put you through, you're still apologizing, like you're the one who did something wrong. "don’t" he says, his jaw locking.

Your fingers brush against your eyebrow, the pain only registering now that the adrenaline is wearing off. You blink fast, still dazed. "I..."

Jax shakes his head "we're gonna get you cleaned up, alright?" His fingers lace through yours, squeezing gently, a contrast to the rage he has written all over his face.

He turns to Opie, voice short "Call Gemma. Tell her to get here now" He nods, pulling out his phone without question.

Then, a groan from the floor, a breath, slight movement.

Jax snaps his head towards the sound, his body tensing. Before your ex can even lift his head, Jax is on him, driving his fresh Nikes into his ribs, before dropping down, and landing a brutal punch across his face, rendering him unconscious again.

Jax stands, flexing his fist like he's debating punching him some more. Opie shoves his phone back in his pocket "Gemma's on her way, taking Abel to Neeta's first". He shoots Jax a look, no words needed. Jax reads it instantly, the unspoken agreement passing between them like second nature.

This asshole doesn't walk away from this. Not after what he's done to you.

Jax nods in response to Opie, turning his attention back to you. His voice drops lower and slower making sure there's no room left for doubt.

"I need you to hear me, darlin" His thumb brushing over your cheek. "You done with him...for good?"

You swallow, your heart pounding. You already know the answer.

Jax tilts his head, his tone darker now "because if you say the word, I handle this. No second thoughts, no lookin' back" his eyes scan your entire face "but I need to hear it from you"

"Yeah...I'm done" you breathe the words out.

Jax watches you for a second, then slowly nods. The tension leaving his face.

"Alright" he turns to Opie "Call Happy".

He shifts closer to you again, his hands framing your face with a gentleness that almost breaks you. "He's never gonna hurt you again y/n. I promise"

Gemma held your face steady as she wiped away the blood, the cotton pad pressing against your swollen brow. The drive back to Jax's house was silent. You hadn't said a word since leaving the motel, your eyes were vacant, tears dried but still staining your face.

She couldn't help but notice you, she’d seen you hurt before but this? this was different. She noticed how the girl sitting in front of her wasn't the one she remembered. You were always the fierce one, the girl who didn't let anything hold her back. The one who spent countless hours with Jax and Opie, always laughing, always in control.

The girl Gemma, deep down always thought would end up with her son.

"Hold still, sweetheart" she mutters, her voice thick with concern. She holds your chin gently, taking everything in. The ready to bruise marks, the cuts, the blood. They told a story, one Gemma never wanted for you. "Have you heard anything?" The question slips out before you can stop it, your mind still racing, trying to catch up with everything that'd unfolded. It feels like the worlds turned upside down in a matter of hours, and you're struggling to make sense of it all.

She sighs softly, moving down beside you "They're dealing with it, y/n, don't stress"

Your chest tightens as the weight of it all sinks in. "I shouldn't have dragged them into this mess" your voice drops, the guilt hovering within it.

She's quite for a moment, then turns to you "Those two boys would burn the world down for you. You know that y/n" “I know” the words simple, but holding so much weight. Because you did know. You knew exactly what they were doing, what Jax had asked you, it wasn’t in vein, he really wanted to know if you were done with him forever.

Gemma moved quickly, gathering your bloodied clothes whilst you were in the shower. Tossing them into a bag, ready to destroy all evidence. You were in Jax's room, after scrubbing away the chaos, the weight of it though, still clinging to you.

Gemma searched through Jax's stuff, eventually pulling out a SAMCRO tee and a pair of sweatpants for you to wear in replacement. They were too big, but they gave you a sense of comfort.

Jax and Opie stepped through the front door, their faces set, knowing the job was done. No traces, no mess, nothing left behind.

Gemma rises from her seat as they enter the kitchen. "She's in the bedroom" she says quietly. Both of them turning and heading straight for it.

"Jax?" Gemma calls him back, leaving Opie to see you alone.

"Yeah?" he leans against the counter, rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes sharp and tired.

"She's not okay" Gemma says, her voice laced with concern, "I've never seen her like this, and we've been through some shit with that girl"

Jax exhales heavily, a sigh saying more than any words could. "I know" he says, looking down.

"Don't just sit on this Jax" Gemma says, her words giving off that strong motherly energy she always carried. "She needs you now, more than ever"

Jax looks at her, a silent understanding as he nods in response.

"No jax..." she stands up now, closing the space between them "...she needs you, and I don't mean in the way you're used to. She needs you to be there, really be there for her"

"Yeah" Jax says, before pushing off the counter and heading to the bedroom.

Jax made his way towards his room, his steps slowing when he hears your voice inside. Opie was always the one who could drag the truth out of you, the things you didn't really wanna share.

Jax paused just outside his open door, leaning against the wall and listening in.

"You're stubborn as shit y/n" Opie said, a little teasing in his tone "always have been" he says as he takes a seat next to you on the edge of the bed.

Your soft laugh followed, the sound making Jax's lip curl into a small smile.

After everything that had happened today, hearing you laugh, even if it was just a little was a fucking relief.

"Guess you were both right" you whispered, resting your head against Opie's shoulder.

"The hell did you even see in him?" Opie asked, his voice firm but also calm.

He wasn't asking to push, just giving you an opening, if you wanted to take it, you would.

You inhale deeply, rubbing a hand over your face, careful not to press against the cuts. "I don't know" the words sounding weak.

Opie scoffs, shaking his head "bullshit"

You can’t hide the emotions, knowing Opie has always seen right through you.

"C'mon, we both know why..." he continues "...you weren't really in it...not really, it just made things..." he paused, searching for the right words "...easier".

Jax, still standing just outside the doorway, froze, trying to figure out what you were both talking about.

You let out a small laugh "easier" you repeat, your voice flat. You rub the back of your neck, feeling the heat rise through you "I just wanted to forget, Ope"

His gaze turns harder "Forget what, y/n?" Trying to force you to say it.

You didn't answer.

Didn't have to.

Jax runs his tongue along his teeth, the pieces starting to fit together.

"Jesus, y/n" Opie rolls his shoulders, "you should've just told him"

Your eyes snap towards him, wide and defensive "It ain't that simple Ope"

"Yeah it is" he says sternly, taking a look over his shoulder, seeing Jax's shadow hovering outside the door.

And then, he steps inside.

Without a word, he sits next to you, mirroring Opie's position on the opposite side. His hand found your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles against the fabric of his borrowed sweats.

"How you holdin' up, darlin?" he asks, pushing aside everything he just overheard, making sure you were okay.

You look over at him, the weight of what you'd just confessed to Opie making your chest tighten and your emotions a chaotic mess.

You manage a soft smile though, "I'm okay" you let him know, quietly.

He didnt press. He just stayed there, solid and steady. The weight of them both beside you, like they always had been, made you feel safe in a way you couldn't put into words.

Before you knew it, a small laugh left your mouth.

"What's funny?" Opie asks, looking between you and Jax.

You smirk a little "been a long time since I've been stuck in the middle of you two" you nudge them both playfully.

Jax lets out a low chuckle, Opie laughing too but with a more mischievous tone. "That sounds kinda wrong"

You smack his arm "Fuck off Opie" you say,still laughing.

Jax shook his head, still amused before giving Opie a look.

One he understood without needing words.

He patted your leg before standing up, "Alright, I'm headin' out. Gotta get back to Lyla and the kids. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "He can't hurt you anymore y/n"

You nod, Opie ruffling your hair like he used to when you were younger, and then clapping Jax on the shoulder before leaving you both in the quiet of the room.

Jax stares at you now, his eyes tracing over the cuts left on you by the man who should've never fucking touched you. His hands clench into fists at his sides, before he forces them to relax.

"He ever put his hands on you before?" His voice is controlled, but just about.

You don't say anything, just look towards the floor.

Your silence is enough.

Jax exhales, dragging a hand down his face "Jesus Christ" He shakes his head like he's trying to shake off the guilt. "If I'd just..." he stops himself, gritting his teeth before continuing. "If I'd just fucking said something back then, maybe you never would have left with him".

He looks at you, really looks at you. Like he's weighing whether to just keep it all inside like he always has, or to finally let it all out.

You brows furrow slightly, the pulse just under your cut hammering away.

"You heard me and Ope talkin earlier?" you ask, wondering just how much he caught onto.

"Wasn't tryin to" he says, his voice steady.

"We were talking about you" you admit.

"Yeah?"

You nod, If ever there was a time to set shit straight, it was now.

"It's always been you Jax"

His expression shifts, his breathing hitches a little in his chest, but he stays quiet.

"Since we were kids..." you continue, almost laughing to yourself. "I just never said anything. Didn't wanna mess shit up" you shake your head, deciding to just let it all out. "That night at the clubhouse, when we were on the roof, talkin' about losing our virginities"

Jax laughs, confused as to why you're bringing this up. "Yeah..."

"I lied"

Jax frowns, "what...why?"

"I never slept with Lowell" you feel the embarrassment work its way up your face. "Didn't happen. I just didn't wanna be the only one who hadn't"

Jax lets out a quiet laugh, almost in disbelief "You serious?"

You nod, looking down at your hands in your lap "Jealousy's a bitch, I guess."

Jax watches you for a moment, the corner of his mouth twitching like he's piecing something together. "So...if it wasn't Lowell..." he tilts his head "...who was it?"

You let out a small laugh "I didn't...until I met him" The words feel strange leaving your mouth, like you're admitting something you never wanted to.

He doesn't say anything at first, just looks at you. His jaw tensing along with his hands. "Shit" he mutters under his breath, "That asshole was your first?"

"Yeah" you whisper "And I wish he wasn't"

Jax runs a hand over his jaw, still processing, but then he adds his own truth. "You wanna know why I was so pissed when I found out you were leavin'?"

Your stomach twists as he leans forward, his forearms resting on his knees "was a few days after I found out Wendy was pregnant"

Your chest tightens.

"She was just...around. I was young and stupid, using her to distract me...from you, then suddenly she's pregnant, and I'm about to be a dad, and then I hear that asshole talkin' about you movin' in with him" he scoffs, shaking his head "It fucked me up"

You swallow hard, a hint of a teasing tone in your voice "So you married her?"

Jax lets out a dry laugh "Yeah, not because I wanted to, but because I thought I had to"

Your throat tightens. "I wasn't sick that day, you know"

Jax looks confused "What are you talkin’ about darlin’?"

"The day you married her" you’re forcing yourself to look at him now. "I wasn't sick, I just... couldn't sit there and watch you marry someone else"

He stares back at you, something breaking in his expression. His lips part, like he wants to say something but its like he doesn't know what to say.

Instead, he moves slowly. His hands come up to your face, ghosting over your cheek, careful of your bruises.

You don't move.

You don't breathe.

And then, his lips press against yours.

There's no urgency, no desperation. Just a single, unbroken kiss.

It’s everything you've never said.

Everything you've both been too afraid to admit.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me, just edited.

PART 3: SORRY

forgot how fucking devine Jax looked with short hair so you know I had to keep that going 🖤

I’m loving doing lil flashback scenes I find them so fun to write. Every flashback will be defined by the barbed wire, so if you see that just know it’s back in the day.

The ending is deffo left open for a part 3 so message or comment what you’d like to see in it!!

Also, I’m like 10 followers away from 300 (how the fuck did that happen?) I say it all the time but I do love you all! But anyways, I was thinking of starting to do some headcanons for our boy Jax Teller, so please send some in, if you wish 🫶🏽

Jax Teller Masterlist

xoxo secretly samcro

#jax teller #sons of anarchy #secretly samcro #charlie hunnam #jax teller x reader #jax x reader #jax teller imagine #samcro #soa #jax teller one shot #secretlysamcro

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avonne-writes · 1 year ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/avonne-writes/744097471832129536/once-just-once-buck-agrees-to-drink-alcohol-and

I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW BUCKY WOULD REACT TO THIS?

It took all of Bucky's charms to convince Gale to drink with them on Bucky’s 25th birthday. He begged and pleaded and cajoled him with his best puppy dog eyes until that half-suppressed smile appeared on Gale's face, and he said. "Suppose I can stomach one glass."

So, they went to the nearest bar in town with all the other cadets who had a weekend pass. Bucky got them both a stiff drink, and they clinked glasses before throwing them back, to the cheers of Bucky's friends. Well, Bucky threw it back. Gale gave it a long look, then took about half a sip.

Bucky could see him shudder, his plump lips purse. He leaned back against the bar, his elbows on the counter, and snorted a laugh. "I can take it off your hands if you don’t like it."

Gale just gave him a glance from the corner of his eye, then poured the whole thing down his throat. A muscle tightened in his jaw as he put his glass down, probably fighting nausea. He turned and put his palms flat on the bar as if to steady himself as the burning liquid settled in his stomach.

Bucky nodded at him, trying and failing to hold back a grin. "Look at you."

It was hard to tell in the bar's warm light, but Gale's cheeks seemed pink already. He blinked at his empty glass, then looked at Bucky and smiled as though he thought something was very funny. "Happy birthday."

Bucky's grin widened. He squeezed Gale's shoulder, then turned to gesture for the barkeep. "Another one for me and a ginger beer for my friend."

Bucky was on his third drink and just about starting to feel the buzz of it in his limbs when he noticed Gale watching him. They were seated in a booth by then, trapped in the corner by all the other guys who came to celebrate with them. Their friends were trying to outyell each other as they all fought to tell the same story to a pair of hapless girls they managed to invite to the table. So no one paid any attention when Bucky turned to look at Gale and found him looking back. For a moment, they just stared into each other's eyes, then Gale averted his and smiled. Again, as if the world around him was the most amusing thing ever. He was flushed, his blue eyes shiny.

Bucky's lips curled into a wide grin. "Feeling good?" He asked. When Gale tried to control his smile and failed to wipe it off his face, he laughed. "Got you good, didn't it?"

Gale rubbed at his forehead and leaned against Bucky's side. His gaze lacked its usual sharp gleam and his hand moved in less measured gestures than usual - he was completely buzzed. "I'm fine."

"I can see that." Bucky chuckled. The fact that Gale was a lightweight didn't surprise him at all. Originally, he had thought that maybe he could get a few more drinks in him, but seeing him after only one, he knew that sticking to ginger beer for the rest of the night would probably be for the best. "Do you need some air?"

Gale shook his head. Then, Bucky felt it - under the table, Gale's fingers were hooked into the belt of his uniform. Who knew when they found their way there. They clung to him as he leaned back in his seat, and Gale’s shoulders followed to find his again. A muscle twinged in Bucky's chest. His grin faded into something more muted as he studied Gale's flaming face, the way his smile dug deeper lines into his cheek whenever he glanced in Bucky's direction from the corner of his eyes, the way he bowed his head, and the shadows his eyelashes cast.

He couldn't resist, he bumped his knuckles lightly against Gale's cheek. It felt hot to the touch. The gesture made Gale snicker, then hide his face behind his free hand as he often did when he didn't want to draw attention to his laugh. With butterflies fluttering in his stomach, Bucky slid his arm behind Gale, palm coming to rest warmly on Gale's shoulder. He felt his own face heat up when, instead of staying still as usual, Gale leant his whole weight into the embrace as if he was starving for it. He even tipped his head back to rest it on Bucky’s arm. His hand slipped to Bucky's thigh.

Bucky looked around, but none of their friends seemed to notice. Most of them were also well on their way to drunkenness. Only he was running behind, it seemed. A situation he couldn't say he was familiar with, but given the state Gale was in, he thought that was a lucky thing. He leaned in to whisper into Gale's ear.

"Do you wanna leave?"

Gale closed his eyes, still smiling, then nodded. That was all Bucky needed. With some effort, he managed to extricate them out of the booth, crawling over some of the guys, who shoved at him playfully before getting up to let Gale out too. Gale moved slowly, with the caution of someone who was doing his best not to appear drunk, but if someone knew him well enough, the abundance of joy in his expression was a dead giveaway. Buck Cleven wasn't prone to smiling at nothing or to moving his gaze back and forth between Bucky and the rest of the bar instead of keeping it fixed on one thing. Bucky pretended to be drunker than he was just to have an excuse to throw his arm around Gale. He started singing, and felt Gale's arm squeeze tight around his waist.

"Buck, you gotta do something before we all go deaf!" One of the guys called out to raucous laughter. Gale snickered again, clinging to Bucky a bit harder, then he started pushing Bucky towards the door.

"I'm coming back for that dice game, Bill!" Bucky pointed at them, and they all waved their arms at him to just leave already so that they could continue trying to woo the girls.

He and Gale made it outside in a few minutes.

They stumbled into a dark alley nearby, where Gale tugged at the lapels of Bucky's uniform until Bucky kissed him. His lips parted pliantly for Bucky's tongue, and he tasted so sweet that for a moment, Bucky thought he might get drunk on it too. It was a nice, languid kiss. Bucky could have pushed for more but he forced himself to pull back, because he had a feeling that a back-alley romp wasn't what Gale was actually being so needy for, and he could tell that he was right when the first thing Gale did when they parted was to drop his head to Bucky's shoulder.

When Bucky slid his hands up Gale's arms to his back to hug him, he wrapped his own arms around Bucky's waist. He sighed as the embrace closed around him.

They stayed like that for so long that Bucky thought Gale might have fallen asleep standing. But as he tried to pull away, the arms around him tightened.

Bucky breathed in deep. "You wanna sleep in my room tonight?" And this time, that was all he meant, sleep. He could sneak Gale into his hotel room, and they could cuddle as much as Gale needed.

Gale took a deep breath too and straightened up. He let Bucky go to rub at his own face. "Sorry about that." He cleared his throat. A frown formed between his eyebrows. It seemed that he was sobering up. "No, I'll be all right. You go back. It’s your birthday after all. I think I will - go find a ride back to base."

"I'm not going back without you."

Gale looked at him. Even in the dim light, Bucky could tell that his eyes weren't quite clear yet, but some of the haze was gone. "I need a few more minutes."

Bucky leaned back against the wall and lit a cigarette. With his free hand, he reached out to hold Gale's. He was pleased when Gale didn't pull away. "I can wait."

Gale watched him wordlessly with that tipsy little smile on his face until Bucky finished his cigarette. When the last of it burnt down, Bucky threw the stub away and stepped into Gale's space again. He gave him a chaste kiss.

Gale bumped his forehead to his, then moved away. "I'm not drinking another one."

Bucky laughed and pushed him towards the main street. "Why not?"

#mota #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #my writing #ummm this became a whole thing #i think i should create a drabble collection on ao3 #drunk!gale

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orngeblossm · 1 year ago

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bro the enemies to lovers prompt is doing things to me

what about kai and reader having internal conflict that they’re enemies with benefits cuz they only think with their genitals when they’re horny and when realisation hits they’re like “this is so wrong” but cant stop fucking each other. bonus if they start catching feelings and the conflict gets worse

-sincerely, firementhusiast

–SINNERS IN THE HOUSE OF HEAVEN

kaı x reader [prompt]

w.c: 1724

disclaimers: nsfw, 18+, enemies to lovers, dom!kai, needy!mysterious!reader,forbidden relationship, rough sex, creampie, unprotected p in v (stay safe out there guyz),slight guidance sex?, heaavy SENSUAL attention ;)

—synopsis: with a mutual taboo attraction to each other, you cant help but want to divuldge more of yourself into kai. one evening, your wishes are answered.

a/n: another from the enemies tl lovers prompt(s) i reblogged some days ago ♡ i went about the title being that the ship is in space, aka "heaven" and the sinners are..well..yk :) hope you enjoy ;)

「divider by @/ cafekitsune」

you and kai always watched each other around the halls of the ship. you two never interacted, because you could never get a moment with him. of course everyone knew everyone but kai was known. everyone wanted to talk to him or be in his presence. he was so charming with his pearly white smile and amazing brown coily hair. he walked around like a normal guy but whenever he spoke, the majority listened.

so of course when he tried to explain himself after being exposed for killing richard with zachary, it was safe to say he had everyone's attention.

"he had the alien in him. don't you see?" kai exasperated. "now it's been released in the ship. it could be anyone of you ..or you." he points to random kids in the cafeteria.

you watched his movements closely, analyzing his body language and trembles. he shook full of anxiety and fear. yet he looked so pretty doing it. the fear covered his being but that look in his eyes proved differently. he stared at everyone with pure hatred and adrenaline. his maniacal gaze was a big visual factor on his person. you loved reading people because everyone was so alike but so different to you. he look like such an interesting person to dissect mentally.

you and kai never fully crossed paths, but when you do, whether it be studying or doing a task, you two would asks each other rather interesting questions. you and him would speak in subtle tones as you asked risque questions like dark or sensual questions. so seeing him like this, defending his person for his life, how his muscles twitching with dread and his manic stare glazed over, it gave you a high of some sort.

kai had caught you roaming the halls in your bra and underwear one evening last week. instead of immediately catching you, the two of you played a game such as the tortoise and the hare, you'd speed up around the halls so he'd see you a hall or two away and he would try to catch up to you.

you loved the anticipation of getting so so close to being caught. the feeling shivered up your spine every few seconds. it wasn't until you skipped too fast in the halls and forgot your path. you accidentally made a circle and as you turned a corner just to meet kai's chest and hands. he quickly pushed you up against the wall, wrist pinned above your head. the adrenaline of being caught filled your body now.

he looked much taller close up, his knee was right intween your thighs. he didnt touch you as much you wanted him to. as much you needed him to. you wanted to know that other side of this charming extrovert.

of course, as much as he interested you, you didn't support his actions with zac. you had to draw the morality line somewhere and play the anti-hero. so you watch in content at the brunette's breakdown.

"maybe it's her, sela?" he pointed to the blonde, the blonde making an immediate face of disapproval.

"or maybe its him." kai's finger lands on a dark haried boy, tayo. he began to slowly step towards him, nodding. "him."

"no.." tayo scoffed, picking up his foot and setting it behind the other. the crowd began to divert his gaze to tayo, surrounding him. they all held up their fingers towards tayo and began repeating 'him.'

tayo darted. he ran through the ships halls with half the crowd on his tail. "no!" he yelled out while sprinting through the ship.

the rest of you all followed suit and watched as they beat tayo to death. you didn't know how to feel, how you were supposed to feel. but the feeling of anxiety was silently mutual through out you, chris, sela and others. tayo being chased and caught briefly reminded you of that evening in the halls with kai.

°°°

you couldnt sleep. how could you knowing you had to treat kai as the enemy. it felt so deluded to want him even more when he is the bad guy. the forbidden feeling shocked your chest with a euphoric yet nerving feeling.

it was around 1:00 am, and you decided you wanted to have a cold shower alone. you had waited till everyone was sleeping to do so. you laid your towel under the shared shower wall and started the water. it was freezing, artic even, to the point where it numbed the dermis of your skin by just the water droplets.

you reluctantly stepped under the water, breathing at a medium, slow rate. you had to control the initial body shock response, trembling. you stilled your limbs as you breathed rhythmically. the shiver eased down to your core now. you got used to the water easily, this being your upteenth cold shower. they gave you clarity, and cooled your thought process.

as you enjoyed the cold water on your face, you heard someone enter the showers. you immediately look to the door only to see a tall brunette, wearing only a towel. you looked away casually, continuing to drench yourself theraputically. kai decided to get the shower next to you, starting up the faucet. you didnt dare look over at him. you knew what he was doing. why is he even awake? he's never done this. why was now any different?

you couldn't help yourself though. as you began to wash, you stole glances, occasionally skipping over his eyes. you watched as his adams apple bobbed up and down, and how water droplets fell off his lips. whenever you looked away you could feel his eyes burn into your back.

your subconsciousness kept alerting you that there was someone staring at you, and you knew. you decided to step back under the water to rinse, closing your eyes. you were turned away from kai, your anxiety just slightly heightened.

as you began to step away from the water, you step back into a figure, freezing every movement. you bit your lip hard, gasping when he pushed you up against the tile wall. his hands restricting yours above your head.

"kai–" you start. "sh sh sh–..fuck.." he groaned under his breath, watching his hard on slip between your ass cheeks smoothly. the feeling of his hot, wet, cock so close to your entrace caused a heartbeat. your stomach erupted into butterflies and caused you to whimper. the brunnette kissed up your shoulder to your nape, one of your erogenous zones, and began abusing your skin in every way. it caused you to buck your hips as violent goosebumps occupied your body. he lined up against your entrance. you're excited, nearly salivating at the mouth to take him in this shower.

"god–.." you choked out, getting an immediate chuckle in response.

"careful [y/n]..there are sinners in his house of heaven." he hummed into your ear. he finally slipped the head of his cock into you. your mouth couldn't help for you to whisper out a broken moan. he's teasing you, making you chase after the reward of finishing. he makes sure not to stuff you immediately. kai wants to remember every second of this, wanting it to be engraved in the deepest folds of his mind.

"this is so wrong–" you squeak. it felt so taboo to fuck the enemy.

"–but oh so fucking right–" he moaned into your neck, stuffing you with more inches. you squeam, pushing your hips off the tile and back into kai. you needed him to fuck you so good right here. you spread your legs wide open for the man.

his calloused yet tender hands trailed down to your waist, pushing them back into his simultaneously. your hole sucked him in needingly, causing him to shiver as you pushed your hips even further.

"[y/n]– .. " he thrusted into you roughly, the slaps of water and skin echoeing off the walls.

you eyes began to roll back from such a perfect balance of ecstasy and roughess as kai suddenly grabs onto your biceps to begin ramming into your hole. he didnt give a fuck about the slick echoing sounds radiating throughout the shower room. it helped him reached his climax more, listening to your hips slam into his was like slick honey in one's mouth. it sent a pulsating shiver down his spine.

"right there– right theeere.." you begged while your thighs began to shake. you felt your walls constricting around his warm cock, you couldn't focus on anything except kai.

"m–mmh–..fuck-" kai moaned out, hips faltering. he filled your cunt of his seed. his dick throbbed inside of your walls. it caused you to orgasm right onto him. his hips twitched in overstimulation and yours twitched in pure bliss, rolling your hips on his half-hard cock.

"ngh–..s-so good–" he whimpered out. you turned back to look at him as you fucked him over his limit. his eyes became teary in pleasure and his face flushed adorably from the buzz in his head. your insides got hot and convulsed on his cock. kai couldn't take it anymore and squeaked out a yelp of some sort in an octave higher, and abruptly ripped his hips away from yours. panting tirelessly, he looked so hot under the water, drops trailing down his torso.

"felt like fucking a whore." he commented. you couldn't help but smile with your fingers between your second pair of lips. you coated your digits in clear and pearl white fluids.

"can't help but get so wet at the thought of me under your hands." you breathed out dreamily. your fingers trailed down the torso, to the near end of his happy trail. you were already starved and you wanted more of him.

kai turned off water, the silence briefly made your ears ring. you watched as he grabbed his towel and wrapped it around his waist.

"i'll see you in my room for round two. " he spoke in a low tone. that sprinkle of seductiveness in his tone already hooked you. you grabbed your towel and winked at him. you waited about 30 seconds before walking after him towards his room.

he was right, there were sinners in the heavens. and kai would love them all as if heaven blessed them anyways.

hope you enjoyed :) ♡

#kai voyagers fanfic #kai voyagers headcanon #kai voyagers #kai x reader #raven writes #archie madekwe #farleigh saltburn #jann mardenborough fanfiction #some tags jus for reaching for bigger audience

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caged-kaashi · 7 months ago

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Hey, Akaashi

Im a 1st year (high school). after winter break Im gonna be a 2nd year and.... I just don't know what to do.

There is literally nothing im good at. i didnt know that was possible. I'm not good at studying, i can't draw, i can't play an instrument, i can't make friends, i can't play any sports, i can't play games, i can't write essays, i'm not funny, i'm not patient.... i'm lazy. i don't know, literally, there's nothing i'm good at. Not even trivial things. Not even like checkers, or dodgeball, or smiling, or talking quickly, or tricking people.

I didn't know it was possible, but here I am. I'm not even healthy; my own fault, with some help from my genes. I cant stay up the night, i sleep like 8 hours and am still sleepy, i dont like eating so im... not underweight, but close. i have no muscle. but i have no fat so i can't skip meals and be fine, if i skip two meals ill become so weak i can barely stand, it sucks.

I tried to make a list once: all the things im good at. squeezed my brain for any niche thing. heres what i came up with:

I'm decent at english. I don't smoke or do drugs or gamble. I'm not a big money spender. sometimes i do the dishes.

The bare minimum, less even.

anyways, i have 2 months of winter break. in that time i wanna learn to cook, at least. and earn money. How can I earn money? and exercise just enough to go back into the 'normal muscle range'. I don't think i can learn to study well enough to get into college in that time. So something, anything. Anything to stay alive later without being a burden on my parents.

Sorry for ranting.

Hello anon, before I begin, thank you for trusting me enough to hear you out. I'm here for you anytime you may need to rant so don't ever hesitate. And I'm sorry that you're feeling awful with how you are currently.

-pulls you down gently to sit beside him-

However, I seem to have noticed your special quality through your words and that is introspection. You have taken time to be true to yourself and search who you are. This may sound albeit spiritual but finding yourself and accepting the form you are at is one of the most basic and important step to improve yourself.

It also appears as though you've already started working on the next step too. You've made a list of things that you want to achieve by a certain time frame and that's great. I'll be cheering you on, celebrate every little achievement just like how parents would with a mere single step of a young baby.

The thing about being good at something is ultimately acquired skills. You may be good at something by birth and that merely gives you a head start, you still need to refine and polish it, in order for the skill to shine. By bringing this point forward, what I mean to say is, you're still young, you can find a skill that interests you and work on it, that's how you acquire skill sets for yourself.

You also posed a question about how to earn money. The easiest trick is to find a way to make yourself more sell worthy in the market and for that you have to work on acquiring the very skills that both interests you as well as is sought out in the market. If you say you're good in English then maybe look into newsletters, improving your writing and start with something small. I do have to also mention that the bare minimum you speak of is still much better than being the worst and doing bad things intentionally.

Lastly, I do wanna add that whatever you do, do it for yourself. I know it sounds selfish but it is ultimately you who has to live with yourself so treat yourself better. Become someone you would trust your child-self to be impressed by because that is the only person who you need to keep happy and satisfied.

You can do whatever you can put your mind to, take a breath, find ways in which you'll be happy and healthy, prioritize yourself more and remember, keep moving- in every sense of the word. Because even the tiniest step is an improvement from where you last were.

#owletters #akaashi keiji #haikyuu rp #haikyuu #fukurodani #haikyuu akaashi #rp blog #haikyuu akaashi keiji #haikyū!!#akaashi rp

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tottymatsuno · 2 months ago

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Been super into a wrestling au thanks to @digiships

I wish i could articulate how much its been buzzing in my head but im just mostly excited about it? Like you know when youre restless and you have vague ideas, but just cant figure out WHAT point to start because theres so many excellent venues to explore?

It feels like my hands are itching! I have a bunch of scenes i wanna write, i have backstories, i need to watch more matches to understand the actual rhythm of the fights, i need to figure out and study a LOT of terminology, but esp the keyfabe, already existing tropes, like how to describe the movement and anatomy of it all, theres so much athleticism, eroticism, and physics involved and honestly its intimidating to just THINK about or even write let alone draw!

Im not super good at fight scenes so i typically avoid them, though ive read a good fight scene is written exactly like a good sex scene. I prefer writing thats simple, easy to follow, yet paints a vivid picture so this is gonna be a challenge for me (WHICH I LOVE) but i really, REALLY wanna draw it too! I have scenes in my head id prefer to see visually in addition to the writing itself but this is difficult because of my skill level. Im gonna try of course, but it just fills me with like this sense of wanting. I desire the skills i dont have, and frankly dont have the time to cultivate.

I should be studying. Im in a program thats over on may 20th and im not even 5% done with it. I have another program i need to do exams for by June I believe, and I have six college courses i should be working on, i should be gettinf a job, i should be deep cleaning my apartment, organizing my life, going to the doctor, getting out of bed, i should be studying, volunteering! Theres SO much i should be doing so stuff like art and language learning, things id do recreationally or for fun seems like a huge waste

But i REALLY, REALLY, REALLY, REALLY wanna finally learn how muscles work in the body! I wanna see how they contort, i want to understand what goes on under the skin specifically to imagine him ough im so excited about everything i wish i could just spend years diving into this with no other responsibility at all!

Itd be so much fun, and the worst part is, is that i both love it as a vehicle for aelf shipping but i REALLY want to get into the genre itself, im so curious about these wrestlers, their backstories, their rivalries, its such a rich and vibrant medium and ough i want it screaming and crying and throwing up

#open_mouth.exe #IM SO EXCITED #none of this is lore tho so if you have long posts shorten the cliff notes is i like wrestling ;3

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kitchin-gryphin · 2 years ago

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CatBoy Chaos Comparative Anatomy/Traits Post!!

I asked in the endnotes of ch. 3 of CatBoy Chaos if anyone would be interested in my thoughts about the anatomy of catboy! Danny in my fic, as someone studying animal science, and several people said yes- so here they are! Some things I’m going to talk about in this post have been mentioned in the fic already, but I’m going to elaborate more on them.

SO - Cats and Humans? Are very very different!! (shocker I know) Forcing the human body to have cat traits would realistically fuck you up real good! Just ears, a tail, and eyes is (quite literally,) surface level stuff, and imo a little boring! So here is a list with explanations of my version of Cat-Boy Danny’s traits :

1) Advantageous Cat Traits:

Improved Hearing, he can hear softer sounds, and tell directionally where sounds are coming from! (Directional hearing is something humans are really bad at)

Improved Smell! Cats obviously have a much better sense of smell than humans

Improved Night Vision - cat eyes means a “tapetum lucidum” - a layer of reflective cells, and what causes cat’s eyes to “glow” in the dark!

Tolerance for Dehydration and Infrequent Blinking - Domestic cats descend from desert-dwelling wildcats. These traits are a result of that ancestry, and now Danny can win any staring contest!

2) Instincts!!

Discomfort with death - (mentioned in ch.2) - animals typically have an instinctual aversion to death, it’s an important survival instinct! For Half-ghost boy Danny, this makes using his ghost powers uncomfortable, and sets him on edge any time he uses them.

Prey Drive! - Cats are predators, they have a prey drive, this will be very fun for me to include, and potentially very embarrassing for Danny...

Defensive Reactions - will absolutely hiss/bite before really thinking. Think fight or flight made more dramatic.

3) Complete Cat Dentition

Poor boy doesn’t just have the sharp “fang” canines of a cat, he has ALL cat teeth. Cats are carnivores!!! All their teeth are sharp!!

This totally makes eating and chewing more difficult for Danny.

Hooked “sandpaper” tongue! He’s not going to lick himself, that’s gross, but he does have a hooked tongue!

below is low quality drawing I did in class of cat vs human teeth:

4) New Dietary Considerations

Cats are OBLIGATE CARNIVORES!! On their own, cats cannot synthesize taurine - an amino acid that is absolutely vital to the body’s function! Danny’s meta gene removed his ability to synthesize it, he either needs meat in his diet, or to take a special taurine supplement.

Regardless of wether or not he wasn’t before - Danny is ABSOLUTELY lactose intolerant now. Human’s common lactose tolerance into adulthood is unique in the animal kingdom.

Common cat poisons - In chapter 2, Danny gets sick after having a mocha latte - Coffee and Chocolate are two things cats cant have! He’s gotta be careful about what he eats now. Will everything bad for cats make him sick? No, but he doesn’t know what will or won’t.

5) Learned Muscle Control

Humans do have ear muscles, but they’re vestigial. Some people have a little control over them, which is why they can “wiggle their ears”. Suddenly for Danny, these muscles are no longer vestigial.

His tail is an entire appendage that he didn’t have before,

Until he learns control of these muscles, any emotion shown by his tail or ears is involuntary and instinctual!!

6) Incompatible Skeletal Structure

Oh boy - human bipedalism is already such a mess structurally. From an engineering and structural standpoint, human hips and backs are so very messed up, (its why back pain is so very common). Adding a tail to that mix? yikes.... a tail is a continuation of the spine. Realistically, it would ABSOLUTELY cause severe chronic hip/back pain. It’s not something that’s going to to play a role in CatBoy Chaos, but know that i’m thinking about it and imagining how much ouch that would be.

NO RETRACTABLE CLAWS - YIKES EW NO. Retractable claws would BUTCHER human hands… A cat's retractable claws involve the bone that is equivalent to a human fingertip. I’m not doing that to Danny… ick, no, that would be really gross to me -

here’s an image I found of what I’m trying to say - (Image Credit)

Also: some small notes about Danny and cat Stereotypes/Myths

“Cats Always Land on their feet” and landing unharmed from impossible heights - For cats, these are a result of directional awareness in the air, ability to “parachute” to slow descent, and the ability to “cushion” the impact when landing. Of these traits, the only one Danny could really have and still look like a catboy as opposed to a full-on anthro cat, is directional awareness in the air.

“Cats don’t like water” - This comes up in ch. 4, so minor spoiler until I post it this weekend, but ultimately Danny comes to his own conclusion that wet fur is not comfortable, and takes forever to dry.

“Cats & 9-lives” - well... he’s still a halfa...

Finally: Of course he purrs!!!

So There you have it! My thoughts about the anatomy of CatBoy! Danny in my fic CatBoy Chaos!

If there’s any questions about my thoughts, I’d love to hear ‘em!

#catboy danny au #catboy chaos #danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #weird anatomy #comparative anatomy

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1-800-c0sm1c · 3 years ago

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꒰you get me so high !꒱

your old best friend (whom you very much still have feelings for) is the last person you were hoping to see when you get into trouble in avidya forest.

character x scholar!gn!reader

includes tighnari !

warnings : none.

word count : 3914

a/n : sorry for being inactive ! i just got back from an mcr concert recently so i wrote the last half of this exhausted, i hope its coherent still ! i am so very normal about this fox boy (lying).

youre not sure whether youre just abnormally clumsy, or dangerously stupid, but tighnaris best guess is a little bit of both.

you should know better than to walk around the rainforest by yourself, its common knowledge, but you were far too stubborn to listen to anyone elses warnings before you set out on your travels this morning. the most embarrassing part was that you didnt even find the items you needed for your latest research project for the akademiya before you wound up in trouble.

you had made the rookie mistake of wandering away from the designated path throughout the deep forest, and before you knew it you had tripped and found yourself caught in some vines. no big deal, at least at first. attempting to free yourself, you found the hold around your body had become tighter instead of loosening up, and at that moment, you had realized youd fucked up.

the thorns had begun pricking into the skin of your arms and legs, and you cursed yourself for wearing a short sleeved shirt and shorts. you finally managed to swallow your pride and call for help, praying that you wouldnt draw attention to any hungry animals in the nearby area.

not too far away, a familiar pair of ears perked up at the sound of your distressed voice, making a quick pace over to where you were, quite literally, screaming from. although tighnari knew it was you the second he heard you, he still couldnt help but feel slightly shocked at seeing you in person again. he cant recall how long its been since you were studying side by side at the akademiya.

"alright y/n you can relax. struggling will only make the vines tighter, as youve clearly already figured out, and your screaming really hurts my ears." your eyes widen at the figure standing in front of you. out of everyone who could have stumbled upon you in the forest, tighnari was the last person you were hoping to see.

"oh.. hi tighnari. uhm, fancy meeting you here, huh?" you awkwardly laugh, hoping he doesnt ask you for an explanation before helping you out of your predicament. he raises an eyebrow at you. "any particular reason youre so far off from the designated trail? i thought something so obvious could get through your thick skull, but i guess i was wrong." you cant help but scoff at his comment, he hadnt changed a bit.

"you can lecture me all you want, but can you at least help me out of here first?" he sighs before examining the root of the vines, presumably figuring out how to free you while damaging the least amount of the forest possible. he looks at you for a moment, silently asking if its alright for him to touch you, and when you nod your head you feel his gloved hand firmly wrap around your upper arm. "your muscles are too tense, relax them." he states. you try to let go off all the tension in your body, but when you do you only feel the thorns dig deeper into your skin. you can begin to feel blood drip down your limbs.

tighnari gently unwraps the vines from around your arms, being careful to not rip the thorns from out of your skin. he places them on the ground next to you, before kneeling in front to unwrap the ones around your legs as well. youre not sure why, but something about the position change makes this whole situation just that more flustering, and you try your best to hide your red face from him. of course he notices it, but he simply assumes its just from embarrassment and continues his work.

after all the vines have been unwrapped from your body, tighnari grabs your hand and leads you back towards the path. he mentioned something along the lines of "not trusting you to walk behind him without getting into more trouble" under his breath as you walked back to the ranger station.

you cant stand the awkward air between you two, and casually ask "what were you doing all the way out here, anyway?" without even looking back at you tighnari quickly responds with "its my job as a forest ranger to patrol these areas, is it not?" ah right, you probably could have guessed that. you mentally beat yourself up for that one. but although tighnari seemed uninterested, hell never grow tired of your seemingly stupid questions, despite yourself being a scholar, he finds it amusing. a cute smile is secretly on his face the rest of the journey.

upon arriving, tighnari leads you to his workshop, and instructs you to sit on the lone bed while he fetches the remedies for your wounds. you glance around the room, there isnt much personality in the decor but you suppose theres only so much you can do while in the middle of avidya forest.

not long after tighnari has returned with supplies in hand, and silently begins work on patching you up. you feel small under his stern gaze, and eventually opt to staring at the floor like its the most interesting thing in the room. both of you can sense the tension, but whether its not commented on because of fear or stubbornness is a question that may never be answered, no matter how many knowledge capsules one may use.

you hiss when tighnari applies ointment to some of the deeper cuts, and he fights back the urge to apologize. of course its going to hurt, its stupid to even try to comment on it, he thinks. but he still finds himself muttering a soft "sorry" under his breath as his cheeks grow slightly red. he tries his best to ignore it, the awkwardness is all in his head anyways, after all.

"how humiliating to be made of flesh, am i right?" you notice tighnaris ears slightly twitch at your statement. "what do you mean?" he refuses to meet your gaze, for fear his face will end up warmer. you hesitate before answering, "well, for starters, you finding me like that in the forest was not how i expected us to meet again" you both feel your body slightly tense up again, talking about how you felt was never really a common occurrence between you two even when you were close. feelings only get in the way, its the research that matters at the end of the day. a bit of a stupid rhyme but you and tighnari were even more foolish to believe it.

tighnari debates on if what you said is even worth commenting on. nobody necessarily wants to be found like that, but hes not sure how he feels about it being you of all people that he stumbled upon. he refuses to ponder about it any longer and instead, he silently nods his head, before entirely ignoring what you said and letting out a forced laugh. "you know, that other line you said is probably the smartest thing ive heard from you." you pout slightly at his words.

hes not the easiest person to talk to when its not about botany, you know this, but you cant help but feel that maybe your time apart had finally changed that aspect of tighnari, especially since its what you hated the most about him.

he was so incredibly observant, his ears definitely helping with that, but yet he had an awful time reading the room, specifically when it came to you. or, more accurately, he chose to ignore any lingering thoughts, for reasons youre unsure youd be able to understand.

tighnari, on the other hand, disliked your stubbornness. he wishes you would at least listen to all his warnings about the forest, since its what he knows most about, but yet you would (and still do, apparently) wave off his words, invalidating not only his knowledge, but him. hes not sure how you havent gotten yourself killed yet, but deep down hes glad youre managing to stay alive somehow, even if its off of spite alone.

that, and of course he wishes you would just ignore the tense atmosphere like he does, so you can both save your breath. many were surprised you had managed to find a friend in tighnari, as not many were able to say the same. they claim that opposites attract, and that couldnt be more and less true at the same time.

back then you both knew that something had grown between you, and yet you both refused to let it blossom for reasons the other cant comprehend. tighnari pretended the feeling wasnt there, inevitably drowing himself in research instead, and you werent going to be the person to say something first, so instead of something more, you had both ended up silently resenting each other. the longer this continued the more strain was put on your rocky relationship. when tighnari had announced he was leaving the akademiya, you had hit a stalemate.

you assumed that the first night he was gone youd sleep better than you had in the entire time youd known him, but unfortunately you had found yourself unable to sleep. tighnari was usually there to the rescue when your insomnia was at its worst. but he was long gone now, and that was when you regretted holding in your thoughts before he left.

you swore the next time youd see him, youd either have finally moved past your emotions, or have the guts to tell him the truth. now that you had finally meet again, you wanted to scream at yourself for accomplishing neither.

shortly after, tighnari finished dressing your wounds, and mumbled a "finished" under his breath. he takes a seat on the bed next to you, silently stretching his back and neck. before you even notice what youre doing your hand finds itself stroking the base of one of tighnaris ears. your brain is on autopilot at this point, and you wish you could blame your actions on the medicine.

tighnari was hyper aware the second you touched him, and he almost pushed you off the bed and yelled at you with how sudden your actions were. almost. he noticed the glazed look in your eyes, and he feels a little guilty for not connecting the dots earlier. youre exhausted, the stress from today seeming to be almost too much for you. so tighnari decides hell let you continue, since its so very obvious that you need it and he absolutely doesnt.

by the time you realize what youre doing tighnari is a flustered mess, a deep blush all across his face and neck. you can see his tail swishing behind him and him holding back any noises he might accidentally make like his life depended on it. you immediately retract your hand and he puts a hand over his mouth to muffle the whine that leaves him after you pull away. hes not sure if hes ever been this embarrassed in his life.

"s-sorry. force of habit, i guess." you apologize, and tighnari refuses to meet your gaze. "its…. fine. you already know i dont mind if its you." he almost dies on the spot after his own words process in his head. hes immediately sputtering out "because we were close friends and all! and… i dont mind if its…ugh…" he facepalms, this is exactly what he was trying to avoid. you know he didnt mean to, but those words made you feel a pain in your heart nonetheless. were close friends, but not anymore. you knew it was true, but it felt taboo to even mention it.

what were his feelings toward you the entire time tighnari had been helping you? sure, you hadnt ended on good terms but he certainly wouldnt have come to your aid if he hated you, would he? he was all the more hard to read when hed trip over his words like this, tall ears falling flat.

desperate to change the subject, he glanced outside to see the setting sun, and swallowed his pride to ask you to stay for the night. "its late, you know. i think its best you stay here until morning if youre comfortable with that." you were now sure that the plant from earlier had killed you, there was no way he was seriously asking that, was he? you squeak out an "okay", surely the akademiya will understand why your research was a day late.

"i will… leave you to rest now. goodnight." tighnari stands up awkwardly, before beginning to walk out of his workshop. you quickly grab his hand to stop him and he looks back, confused. "why are you in such a rush? we havent caught up in ages, you know. surely im not boring you that much, am i?" he stares at you for a moment, before silently sitting back down next to you on the bed.

he sighs. "you should also know then, that im not the most interesting person to talk to." "oh im more than aware." you snicker when he glares at you. "so what is it then?" tighnaris not dumb, hes known you had something on your mind since the moment you met eyes in the forest. but now that youve been the one to further push the conversation, he doesnt feel as scared about continuing it.

he cant help but roll his eyes when you respond with "oh, i have no idea." he refuses to let you back down. "dont give me that. if you have something to say, you should just say it now and get it over with." you laugh sarcastically at his comment. "thats rich coming from you… but yeah, i suppose youre right. nothing good is going to come from keeping it in."

you take a deep breath in, and look towards him. "i just want to apologize." okay, now hes confused. "youre sorry? sorry about what?" "im sorry for the way i acted when you left. for just… completely brushing off our entire friendship simply because…. forget it, it doesnt matter."

out of everything you could have said, an apology was not on tighnaris bingo card. it was scarily uncharacteristic of you to apologize, especially to him. plus, this had happened who knows how long ago, so did it really even still matter? "i dont understand why youre bringing this up now. if youve felt guilty this entire time… than perhaps it is me who should be sorry."

you shake your head. "no, its because of my own dumb ego that i couldnt be honest with you. truthfully, even just admitting to that makes me feel a little sick, but i dont want it to plague my mind anymore, and hopefully it hasnt been bothering you." tighnari almost cant believe what hes hearing. your attitude has changed drastically since when you had first arrived, and your words are giving him whiplash.

he ponders for a momemt before responding. "well, to be quite honest, i cant say ive thought about it much in recent years." ouch. "but i know its far out of your comfort zone to admit youre wrong, so… even though i dont find it to be a big issue, i accept your apology." silence fills the air, and none of the tension from earlier has dissipated. its thick enough to be cut with the dullest of knives. you feel defeated.

"was there… anything else you wanted to tell me?" yes, but the words die in your throat. tighnari decides to take a leap of faith. "well, im sure youve noticed it too, but… i can sense some… lingering feelings." you sigh. "of course ive noticed. but youre insane if you thought i was going to bring that up." he plans his next words carefully. "is that because it had something to do with… the reason why we ended on bad terms?" he sees your body tense up again, and nows the first time hes realized how intense your heartbeat is.

you turn away from him before answering. "what are you implying?" "oh, i dont know.. maybe resentment? or perhaps… infatuation?... no, actually. id assume a little bit of both." you whip your head back towards him. "...what makes you say that?" he casually shrugs, despite the blush on his face becoming increasingly noticeable again. "lucky guess? obviously i was just assuming the feeling was mutual. you dont think were that different, do you?" he retorts. you sigh. "no, i suppose not." finally, some progress. the path up to this point was rocky, but this was something you both could work with.

“well, your assumption was… correct.” you mumble under your breath, almost completely forgetting about the fox ears decorating tighnaris head. “hmm… are you sure? you didnt sound too sure of yourself there. perhaps this hypothesis needs further testing before we can draw a conclusion, what do you say?” you roll your eyes at him. “how very amusing it is to use my work against me, it makes me want to puke.” there was an unfamiliar glint in tighnaris eyes. youre not completely sure when it first appeared, and perhaps that was a mistake on your part for giving him the upperhand in the single handedly most important conversation you two have ever had. however you both had already come so far, so you decided to let him keep up his act. after all, you know hes never been much of a charmer, so why not see how far hell take it?

“oh? youre feeling sick now? are you sure this isnt just a ploy for me to stay longer? youre at least clever enough to know you dont have to lie to me to get me to pay attention to you.” however, who said tighnari was going to have all the fun? “now we both know thats not true. after all youre the one who agreed to stay to begin with, so why would i pull a stunt to further it? you clearly have no intention of leaving now.”

the atmosphere was slowly starting to become more bearable, even if only by a little bit. youre 99% sure that its the homemade medications alone that are fueling the fire in you right now, that and the cute fox boy in front of you and… hold up what are you even saying? this however, is completely unlike tighnari, to be so forward, and you can only assume its because hes finally let his guard down enough for the first time since he stumbled across you this morning. its dangerous, the way youre making him feel right now. it all feels too sudden and not quick enough at the same time. was he growing impatient? or falling farther and farther behind?

he was a fool to ever be honest with you, is what he would have said only hours ago. but now, for the first time in forever, tighnari doesnt know what to think. hes saying and acting in a way he never would, especially in front of a friend- if he was even still allowed to call you that. but the best part about no longer being friends is there is no worry of ruining the relationship if it didnt exist to begin with. that was how he justified himself, nothing to lose and everything to gain, it was all going almost too perfect. his body was on fire, and if he werent inside he would have assumed he was (somehow) overheating.

“you are right about one thing.” tighnari starts, hes staring directly at you, his intense gaze leaving you feeling unfairly flustered. “that im not going anywhere this time.” you raise an eyebrow. “this time? are you suggesting that… you dont want to go back to being strangers?” he almost wants to laugh at your question, but one look at the scared look on your face and he drops any hints of a smirk immediately. “oh come on y/n, does this erase your doubts?” before you even realize whats happening, tighnaris hand is gently holding your face, caressing your cheek. he glances at your lips, then back towards your eyes. before he gets the chance to ask first, you quickly stutter out, “c-could you kiss me?” tighnari leans in closer, until your lips are directly on his. as soon as its begun, its over, and he is yet again staring drunkenly into your eyes that you notice have been glossed over for the majority of the time hes been sitting closely next to you.

“are you positive youre really tighnari and im not just asleep right now? because this is exactly how i had pictured this going in a dream, not just your casual weekday… or weeknight, i guess i should say.” he shakes his head with a sly smile on his face. “if it were a dream i bet wed both be way less nervous.” “good point. but do you have to keep staring at me like that?” you hide your flustered face in your hands. “like what?” tighnari asks, back to his completely unaware self. “like… like youre in love or something!” he lets out a laugh that was unreasonably cute. “confidence. dare i say its even more valuable to me right now than a knowledge capsule is to… well you. it just took something to finally ignite it i suppose.” “well im glad thats all it was, for a second there i was thinking you were secretly taking shots while i wasnt looking.” you laugh. “that could have worked too, ill have collei remind me to pick up some alcohol the next time i head into sumeru city.” “make sure you stop by the akademiya to share a glass with me if you do!” “oooh, drinking on the jobs not a very good look for a scholar now, dont you think?” you playfully slap his shoulder. “thats not what i meant! just come by during a break!”

the silence that fell over you two was different this time, it was comfortable. you found yourself resting your head on tighnaris shoulder. hes the first to break the silence. “so i guess this means we can start talking again?” “more than just that. dont you think we owe it to ourselves at this point? think about it, this whole time we were both living with this regret and just… chose not to acknowledge it! im no doctor, but i dont think thats good for our health.” he chuckles. “well i cant argue with that. although i will mention i didnt hear an actual confession of undying love from you yet.” “oh, is that what you were expecting? good luck with that. lets just be glad we got this far.” he pouts at your words. “you mean i went through all of this and i cant even get an “i like you, tighnari”?”

you sigh extra dramatically, and lift your head off his shoulder. holding his face in between both your hands, staring at him the same way he did to you earlier. “i like you, tighnari. a lot, way more than younger me would ever admit to. and im thankful for whatever force of nature that brought us together again.” you place a gentle kiss to his nose, and he stops you from pulling away to kiss you properly.

tighnaris been unsure about many things today, but one thing for certain is you get him higher than any psychedelic mushroom he could stumble upon in avidya forest.

inspired by you get me so high by the neighbourhood , give it a listen if you havent before !

#✧;;↬ my work.❞┊🍓#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari x you

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chaosandsuns · 3 years ago

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@harrys-tittie A steven one? 🥺

Steven Grant's NSFW alphabet

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Cuddles and kisses are a must with steven. He needs to be comforted and to comfort you in turn, making sure you both feel good even after.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves chests and bellies. Kissing, licking, sometimes biting if you allow him to, anything he can. He loves kissing your nipples and hearing the noises it draws from you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He could eat you for days. He could sit there on his knees and suck and suck and suck until you cant give him anymore of your cum and he would still want more. "You just taste so good, darling"

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Hes more possesive then he lets on. He gets angry when others flirt with you because you are HIS. Cant they see you are his? He would later on make sure to kiss you extra hard and make sure you enjoy yourself more then usual just to assure himself no one would be able to make you feel as good as he can.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He isnt experienced in the slightest, but he is a VERY quick study. He has some muscle memory from marc slip in from time to time, but other then that he is just VERY eager to learn how to please you in every way he can.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

You on your back, so he could see your face while he makes love to you. (Yes, make love. He doesnt fuck, he makes sure you love every single second of it).

Or.. if he ever gathers the courage to ask you to fuck him... Probably would want to be laid on his back, drooling into the pillow.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Usually more serious (your pleasure matters to me, sweetheart!), But will definetly have moments where its all just laughing in a tangle of limbs, carefree.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Just like marc, he is trimmed but not waxed or shaved smooth.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic. He will be gentle and loving and very emotional at times, murmuring about how he loves you and how good you feel and how he wishes he could stay in that moment forever.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He didnt use to jack off much, but since youve sat there and instructed him that one time, he does it a lot more often, memories of your instructions guiding him as he moans your name into the empty room.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He definetly has the mommy/daddy kink combo, along with a praise kink. Not degradation until further in the relationship, tho. He definetly is more submissive in bed, but will gladly take control, being soft and kind to you if need be.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. Just the bed. He likes to be comfortable and wants you to be comfortable in turn.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything. Literally anything. From a cheeky smile his way, to a wink, or even a hand on his arm and his face burns bright red and he has to take a few deep breaths as to not lose it completely.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Anything that hurts you. He would love being spanked from time to time, but he cant imagine hurting you. Its a big no for him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He LOVES giving. So much so that he usually doesnt even want to recieve. He just wants to eat you as much as he can. He would drop to his knees in the middle of the apartment if you asked.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

His pace depends on what YOU want. He likes slow and sensual better, but will pound you into the bed if you only asked.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He doesnt like recieving quickies, but would love to grab you into a random closet and have his way with you, eating you or using his fingers, mostly.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As long as its not something that hurts you directly, he is down to try anything at least once. He would probably like to be tied up, if you ever bring it up.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

His recovery period is kind of long, but you find you dont mind because he finds other ways to make your night enjoyable. At first he used to cum quickly, but now he can hold himself back pretty well.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didnt use to own toys until he saw pegging and gay sex porn online and figured his fingers just werent enough for him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesnt tease on purpose. He just loves exploring every inch of your body with his hands and mouth and soon it was 10 minutes and you are writhing on the bed begging him to PLEASE do something about it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He used to cover his mouth and stifle his whimpers and moans, but once you told him you wanted to hear him he got LOUD. You only got one noise complaint before you realised you needed to pull him close to you and stifle his moans with your body.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He likes being choked/suffocated. Not completely but just enough so he will be light headed. It makes him feel so good and he loves it when you wrap your thighs around him and allow no air in.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Well endowed and more muscular then the baggy clothes will lead you to think.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

His sex drive was very low. And then he met you and now its HIGH. He wants you as many hours of the day as he can get.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If he is subbing, he will be out like a light. If he is taking care of you he will stay away for as long as you need him to, cleaning you up and bringing you water and food if you want some.

#chaos rambles but smut #moon knight smut #steven grant smut #steven grant

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aynsleywalker · 3 years ago

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Menu Options

Pairing: Jack "Whiskey" Daniels x GN!Reader

Summary: Something about the way Jack reads the menu does things for you.

Word Count: 1,300ish

Warnings: T, established relationship, mentions of food obviously, suggestive behavior, mentions of past sexual behavior, one kiss (barely) - this is my first thing ever so please let me know if I missed anything, not sure what else I need to mention!

Notes: @prolix-yuy I don't know what happened. This happened and it's YOUR FAULT.

This is the first thing I've ever put up here, and I literally just feverishly typed this out on my phone sitting in my garage, so I'm sorry for all the mistakes. Hope I'm doing this right!!

@boliv-jenta it's not the Dieter thing, but I'm tagging you on my first thing ever!! @just-here-for-the-moment I finally did it.

GIF not mine - it's either from here or google!

-~**~-

“Hey, Sugar…?”

You hum softly in response to Jack's slow, distracted drawl, raising an eyebrow without lifting your gaze from your book. You’re still almost reading, but he has your full attention.

“What’s that show you’re always watchin’ when you're cleanin’?”

You do look up then, frowning slightly. “You might have to be a little more specific,” you smile, tilting your head in an attempt to see what he’s looking at on his phone. He isn’t the most technology-abled, and you’re suddenly very curious what trouble he’s getting himself into.

With your legs draped across his lap and his hands resting on your calves holding his phone it’s not the best angle to see the screen.

“The one with the smart kids,” he finally responds, one hand releasing his phone to absently stroke over his mustache before dropping to your knee, fingers drawing shapes up across your thigh as he studies his phone.

You can’t help but smile at his expression.

When the stoic, guarded, hard-ass Statesman Agent is relaxed, at ease, feeling safe in the comfort of home and your presence, calmed beneath some form of your touch – like now with the full weight of your legs pinning him to the sofa – he can be almost unnervingly expressive.

And his “concentrating” face is both incredibly adorable and infuriatingly sexy. You’re only catching a profile view now, but you have it memorized. The way his eyebrows draw together slightly, creating that little furrow between them, his eyes lighten slightly, a little swirl of cinnamon glinting in whatever lighting, showing his focus. His plush lips part beneath that perfectly trimmed mustache, looking absolutely kissable in the way they hang open, moving ever so slightly when he silently reads something he wants to remember.

“Are you talking about Big Bang Theory?” You finally ask, squirming slightly when his mindless touching moves his hand across your hips, following the waistline of your sweatpants.

“Yea, that’s the one,” he grins, his tone almost gleeful as he lifts his hand from you to snap his fingers and point at you, shifting his gaze to yours for a few seconds to give you the classic Jack Daniels charismatic wink.

“What about it?” you ask with a huff of a laugh, feeling a strange mixture of relief and something else when his hand returns to your hip.

“You know the place that blonde girl works at is real?” he murmurs, voice low and smoky as his gaze focuses on his phone again, clearly distracted.

“The Cheesecake Factory?” You can’t help the incredulous tone. Surely this man had to have known that. “Are you telling me you didn’t know The Cheesecake Factory is a real place, Jack? What are you even looking at?”

You grasp his upper arm to help you sit up enough to see his phone, feeling him flex his muscles beneath your hand, tensing his arm to hold you steady.

“Was lookin’ for someplace to get dinner,” he smiled, canting his head toward you to steal a quick brush of a kiss across your lips. “You know they got more than cheesecake?”

“Jack they order burgers on the show all the time,” you laugh, abandoning your book in favor of wrapping both arms around his. Now that you’re closer the scent of his cologne finds you, sweet and sharp, like bergamot and citrus, with hints of pine and leather. He smells like wide open fields filled with wildflowers, and the warmth of a blue sky on a summer morning.

You press your nose into his shoulder, watching his thumb move the menu along.

“It ain’t just burgers, Darlin’,” he smirks, his hand squeezing your thigh before gesturing to his phone. “I mean here, lookit this’un… ‘filet mignon, our most tender steak’. Or this, ‘Steak Diane, medallions of steak covered with black peppercorns an’ a rich mushroom wine sauce’. Ain’t even hearda that but it sounds real good, huh?”

You can barely manage an affirmative hum back, lifting your gaze to study his profile through your lashes, your brain short-circuiting slightly. What was happening? Was it in your mind or had his accent gone full Kentucky? Also, why was the way he was all but purring some of those words – doing – things to you?

You weren’t seriously getting turned on by listening to this man read a damn menu, were you?

Was this your life now?

Was this how smitten you were with the man?

“You’ve really never eaten there?” you ask, wetting your lips and letting your arms slide further around him, one hand toying with the buttons of the plaid shirt he wore.

“Darlin’ I’m tellin’ you I didn’ know it was real. Just found it on here.”

“Well we should try it then. They really do have good cheesecake.” You clear your throat softly, letting two fingers slip into a gap between buttons of his shirt, ghosting your fingertips feather light across his bare chest. “What, uh… what else do they have?”

“You wanna take a look, Darlin’?” he offers, lifting his phone a little.

“Why don’t you just read a few more options,” you suggest, trying to make your tone as innocent as possible, but you know you’ve been caught when Jack lets the phone drop slightly, his body leaning back ever so slightly.

It’s absolutely no secret what his voice does to you. You’ve made that plenty clear in the bedroom on many occasions, especially when he’s away on missions and your voices are all the two of you have to work with.

“Read just a few more, huh, Darlin’?” he grins, his head turning toward you slowly as he raises an eyebrow at you. His expression has gone from concentration to absolutely sinful in a split second.

“I’m just very comfortable right now,” you shrug, drawing your lower lip between your teeth, trying to hide your smile.

“Uh huh, that so?” His hand moves from where it’s been resting on the outside of your thigh, sliding slowly to the inside of the other thigh, grazing up until his pinkie is dangerously close to turning it into more than just choosing dinner.

“Jack…” you warn, gesturing toward his phone with a tilt of your head.

“How ‘bout we look at desserts first?” He suggests, thumb moving across the screen. “Figure I’m plannin’ on havin’ mine before the meal anyway…”

“Jack…” You sigh his name this time, but it’s filled with love and amusement and just a touch of anticipation.

“This one sounds real good, Sweetheart… ‘Classic Basque Cheesecake… super creamy cheesecake with a delicious and unique burnt top covered in fresh berries’…” He lets his voice drop in register, finding that pitch that hits just right and finds its way into your body like silk, stroking your skin, caressing your bones right into the marrow itself. It thrums straight to very specific parts of you, the baritone making your breath hitch and your stomach drop out. “Like the sound’a that one baby?” he asks, fingers tightening into your thigh.

“Y-yea,” you breathe, fingers slipping out of his shirt to deftly pop open the first button.

“How ‘bout ‘Caramel Pecan Turtle Cheesecake… pecan brownie and caramel-fudge swirl cheesecake, topped with Caramel Turtle pecans and chocolate’…”

There it is.

That Southern accent hitting that very southern word.

Something about the way his honey thick, molasses slow, rich as confectioners sugar drawl hit the word pecan made your entire body tingle. Your hand twitches and the button you’re working on pops right off his shirt, flying across the room to skitter across the hardwood floor.

Jack watches it until it comes to a halt before fixing you beneath his gaze, his eyes darkening to a rich, heated mahogany.

“Maybe we oughta worry about dinner later, huh?”

“Yea, Jack, I think we oughta.”

Who would have thought The Cheesecake Factory menu would have led to one of the longest nights you’d had in a long, long time.

#Jack Whiskey Daniels x gn!Reader #Jack Whiskey Daniels #Agent Whiskey #Pedro Pascal characters

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strawbxrryneptune · 4 years ago

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Breathe, baby

Personal trainer!Southern!Bakugou

Porn with plot, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism??, praise ig, implied pining, my shitty endings

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♡♡

You loved the gym.

Not because you liked working out .

It was a pain when you woke up sore, or when you got sticky with sweat, even though the high of a workout is always worth it, and it meant you could finally fit into that tiny skirt from the mall you saw last week.

What you loved was how your undeniable attraction towards your new personal trainer made for good entertainment.

Katsuki Bakugou.

He was beautiful, new in your city, came from some place down south, and you're sure he knew every time he saw you how much you wanted him.

You couldn't stop gawking, always looking at his ass when he showed you how to do the squats, doing over his pure strength when he did pull ups.

You had arrived right on time, stretching before hand and making sure you looked good.

You strolled into your training room, already hearing some upbeat music and seeing Bakugou doing pull ups, grunting and muscles shaking from the slight strain.

You stand in the doorway, watching sweat trickle down his neck, into the wide neckline of his cami, which clung to his body, nipples peaking through the shirt.

His jaw was clenched, little huffs leaving him as he brought himself up again. The veins on his arms popped against his complexion, and you startled when you realized you were drooling.

You gave a soft cough, alerting him of your presence and watching as he hopped down, red eyes locking onto yours as his chest heaved, cheeks pink and eyes low. The headband holding his hair out of his eyes was slipping, so you went into action.

You dropped your bag on the ground, making your way towards him quickly. When you reached your hand out to touch him, he narrowed his eyes at you and stepped back, cheeks darkening further.

"Somethin' the matter, miss?"

You smile, body flushing at the way he draws out the formality.

"Oh, I just saw your headband was a little crooked. Wanted to fix it, was all."

He nods, giving you a once over before pushing it back up his forehead, turning to get a mat out.

"Oh I already did some workouts before I got here. Unless you wanna stretch me out some more. "

The wicked smile on your face doesn't go past Bakugou, his vermilion eyes widening as he steps back, grumbling under his breath as he turns back around, setting down two mats and sitting on one.

"We're doin' yoga. Noticed how yer' body was shakin' las' time so we're takin it easy t'day."

You give his strong back a dreamy smile.

Fuck, he's hot, healthy, and attentive? You could feels yourself start to swoon.

You make your way over to the other mat, sitting on your knees.

"M' gonna guide you through each pose, then we'll do em together, yeah?"

You let out a breathy "yeah" in response and watch as he rises to his feet, towering over you, before positioning himself behind you.

"Gonna touch you now."

Shit.

You feel a big, heavy hand gently land on the middle of your back, pushing you to rest on your elbows.

"Stand up, but keep yer' arms down f'me"

You raise your lower half into a standing position, arching your back forward. Bakugou goes to your front and squats, taking your hands and placing them in front of you so you're in downward dog position.

"Hold it there for 15 seconds."

You close your eyes and breath in, shuddering when you get a whiff of his musk, smoky and sweet.

"One"

"Two"

You peek open your eyes, looking up slightly to see him looking at his watch, counting the seconds down.

"Six"

"Seven"

You take the time to really admire him, his strong thighs, the way you can see freckles dotting the exposed skin, the way his shorts hug his waist, his top riding up on his abs and showing off a patch of hair trailing down..

"Thirteen"

"Fourteen"

You close your eyes at fifteen, pretending like you weren't just imagining ripping his shorts off with your teeth and running eager fingers through his blonde happy trail.

You're so caught up in your thoughts that you almost miss the way he runs his hand back down your spine, easing you down and murmuring a raspy,

"Good girl."

Before straightening up and walking over to the speakers.

Dazed, you watch as he puts on more relaxing music, walking back over to you.

"M' gonna try somethin' a little more difficult, kay? Let me know if ya start to ache."

Oh, you're already aching.

Aching for that di-

"Okay, I'll let you know."

He grunts in approval, twirling his finger for you to stand up.

He comes to your side this time, placing his hand back in the middle of your spine and bending you backwards slowly, humming when you reach your hands to brace yourself.

"Doin' such a good job fer me, yeah? Think ya can be a good girl and hold it fer 30 seconds?"

You almost audibly whimper.

"Mhm, I'll be so good Bakugou."

He starts counting, a deepness to his voice that wasn't there before, and you can feel your thighs begin to shake.

Bakugou can't take his eyes off of you, the way you bend so easily, taking his every word so nicely, eyes hazy and dazed and so so pretty.

The way your thighs shake makes him want to drop to his knees and sink his teeth into them. He wants to mark you up, leave bruises on your pretty ass and then kiss them better, eat out your sweet cunt and stuff you with his fingers when you get too loud.

He was raised with manners, though, and before he does any of that has taking your fine ass on a date.

"Thirty."

You breath out a shaky sigh, letting his hand guide you back down to the floor.

You look at the time, almost jumping in excitement when you realize your session is almost over. You need to get home now. Your panties are aboslutely drenched and you don't know how long you can go without saying something too bold.

Bakugou notices your excitement, raising a brow as he situates himself on his mat.

"Got smwhere to be, Miss?"

You flush, images of you with your hands between your legs and a certain blonde on your mind flashing through your head.

"Nope. Just wanna shower and eat my loneliness away."

He chuckles at that, sitting in lotus position.

"You have any plans?"

He looks up at you, studying your face for a bit, lips turning up slightly when you squirm.

"Nah. I got nuthin'."

You gulp, copying his position and fiddling with your fingers

"Well, uh. Do you wanna maybe.."

"Spit it out, angel, times runnin' out."

You bite your lip, the way he rasped the pet name had your head spinning.

"We could maybe get something to eat,, together? I can cook for you,, Like a date."

You're met with silence, and you feel embarrassment wash over you for a split second before you see a rough, veiny hand on front of you, then feel a warm palm on your face.

You look up and meet red eyes in searing eye contact, his lips curled in a smirk and cheeks dusted pink.

"A date, hm? I'd fuckin' love to Darlin'."

You squeal internally, missing his warmth when he pulls away to count to 30 once again.

♡♡

After stuffing yourself and Bakugou with some curry chicken, you invited him onto the balcony, sitting next to him on the swing seat.

You couldn't take your eyes off him the entire night. He was wearing a simple shirt and joggers, but the top hugged him so well and his sweats were low, riding up everytime he lifted something from the top shelf for you.

There a was a thick tension in the air. You wanted so badly to lean over and grab his jaw, to kiss him and make him groan, make him breathless with pleasure-

"Hey, ya listenin'? I asked ya a question."

You stratle, realizing you were staring at his face for too long.

"Sorry. I just wanted to kiss you- I mean,, fuck-"

Yeah, you shouldn't have drinking so much wine.

Bakugou’s eyebrows raise almost comically, eyes wide and lips pulling back in a grin, his handsome face inching closer to you until you can almost taste him.

"Ya wanna kiss me? Go 'head, I ain't stoppin' ya."

You immediately crash your lips against him, wasting no time in bringing your hand up to cradle his jaw, moaning when his big hand curls around your throat.

He tilts your head back, licking into your mouth and grabbing a thigh with his free hand, dragging you onto his lap. You roll your hips slowly, relishing in the groan it pulls from him.

He pulls away momentarily to suck at your bottom lip, biting down on it before kissing the stinging flesh.

He fiddles with the hem of your sun dress, gaze burning into you.

"Can I take this off, Darlin'?"

You pant above him, shivering at how sexy he sounded.

Damn, consent was hot.

"I don't know, can you?"

Your giggle is cut off by a moan when he flicks at your nipple through the dress, nipping at your collarbone.

"May I take this off, Brat?"

You whimper and nod, earning you another searing kiss before he pulls your dress up, watching your tits bounce out, taking a nopple into his mouth as his hand slides down.

He squeezes your doughy thighs in his hands, fingers pinching and kneading until he reaches your cunt.

You pray that he doesn't tease, you've been worked up for so long, and thankfully, he doesn't, slipping a finger into you and rubbing gently at your clit, picking up pace gradually and adding a second finger as you arch your back.

You pant and lean forward, hands lacing into his hair and hips grinding down onto his fingers. He groans into your nipple, moaning "harder" against you.

You comply, and he shudders, hips canting up to meet the downward roll of yours.

You feel your high creeping up on you, but you wanna feel him so bad, so you sluggishly push him away, earning you a confused grunt.

"Wanna cum on your cock."

Bakugou growls at that, lifting you up with one hand on your hip while the other pushes his sweats and boxers down, his thick cock springing free. You gape down at it, fat and veiny, flushed and dripping with pre as it twitches under your gaze.

His balls are fat too, heavy and round amd you just wanna take one in your mouth and suck till he creams from how good it feels.

Bakugou interrupts your staring with tap to your hips, slowly easing his way into you.

His thick mushrooms head pops in, and it burns so good. You feel like he's in your throat by the time he's all the way in, veins pulsing and dragging along your gooey walls. He leans his head back agasint the swing, mouth opening to pant as he move, feet digging into the ground and hips thrusting harshly into you.

His face is a dusty pink, eyes going crossed and drool starting to slide out of his mouth as he moans, hips picking up speed and fingers rubbing into your clit so good you almost collapse.

"Hah, yer so good, Darlin', fuck squeezin' me so good, gnna make me bussst"

"S'so close-"

"Mmh fuck, me too Angel. You wanna cum on my cock, Darlin? Cream all over me, make a mess of my balls and this cute little swing fuck fuck fuck- gnna bust baby, fill you up so fckin good."

You give a silent scream, arching your back and cumming hard, Bakugou following as he shoots thick ropes of cum into you, sliding down his base and pooling at his fat ball, still twitching.

"This is gnna be a bitch to clean up ain't it?"

@miggiisdumb @lady-bakuhoe

#bakugo smut #bakugou katsuki smut #bakugou smut #katsuki bakugou smut #southern!bakugou #bakugou thirst #bakugou x reader #bubbletalks

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arkt-nehrim-archive · 4 years ago

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A Story in Spring: Renewal {3/3}

Lithirill would ever covet the certain luxuriousness of Tirmatralian brandy.

Her eyes settled on the moon high above, full and bright, accompanied by a sea of twinkling stars that complimented the cloudless, warm night of a coming Summer. An unpleasant twinge reminded her of a far more chaotic sky-scape, where in place of stars one could argue that -worlds- floated in their place; Fate's Edge.

Shivering free from the memory, the aeterna's fingers trembled as she brought her glass to her lips again, focusing instead on the still growing town of Darlan below. Much like she had been, the populace of surviving residents and new arrivals had busied themselves extensively in revitilization efforts. She played as much of a part as she could, but there was a respectful distance her charges kept; at first she'd worried it was out of -fear-, but as a few of them had put it, it was more the desire to achieve it on their own.

Lithirill could respect that, pondering what more she could do to occupy her time. She had long since successfully returned Narathzul to his physical form, the man content to remain distant in her home city of Al-Rashim so he might find his footing. So too had she completed the arduous task of reconstructing a full set of seraphim wings, knowing she would never forget the spectacle of watching Arkt take flight for the first time in centuries, after so much toil. A joyous event, that had pulled even tears from the old seraph...

Her mind drifted far into the past, remembering the inspirations that had indirectly lead her here. Perhaps that was what she would do next... She had done right by both Narathzul and Arkt for their parts in seeing her this far, now was the time to pick up the old pieces of her studies; reversing the rampant magical contamination eating away at so many places.

She could start with Ostian. After all, it would be a less direct means of keeping an eye on the wily King Taranor Coarek; a man who'd already begun to grow fitful in peace time, having the audacity to proclaim in -her- name the need to "tame" the Southrealm while it was yet without a ruler. The thought didn't escape her that she -could- be more direct in keeping Nehrim from suffering even greater bloodshed...but who would she be then? A hero, or a tyrant? The answer could not be -force- when diplomacy and good sense failed, both of which she had attempted with the northern King, but what then of the indolence of ignoring him? She was all things that could proclaim the right to turn her back on petty "mortal" squabbles while she solved the world's deeper woes, yet she'd be a hypocrite at best, an exact reflection of the regime she'd brought down at worst. It seemed no matter what she chose to do about the stirrings of yet more war, she would be at fault in some way- she could almost hear the venerable Tyr laughing at her struggle.

The tension, despite the beauty of the skies, was palpable. The sense of foreboding hanging over her shoulders had been there since her strange dreams and her terrifying encounter with the soul wardens some months prior. The woman had been non-stop in keeping herself busy since then, but now in the idleness, how quickly that existential dread returned.

In that moment of stifling weight, came the flare of power that announced an arrival of one who always seemed to know when she danced overlong with her troubles without entertaining his considerable aged input. She kept her back turned, sipping at her brandy as she tilted her head at the heaviness of his footfalls; his strides were long, and then she heard the rustling of feathers... She figured out what was to happen all too late, as she barely had time to turn and set her glass down before Arkt's arms found themselves sweeping Lithirill cleanly off her feet, the world awhirl with motion for a handful of heartbeats as inertia flipped her stomach. She might've had something to say about how he'd plucked her from her own balcony like a hawk with a hare, but alas, she noticed first just how much -space- there was between herself and the ground, promptly -clinging- to him, turning her head into his hair.

"...Arkt, I swear to-!" She began, feeling a wave of actual fright and quieting. They briefly dipped in the air as Arkt wheezed with a short laugh, cracking a grin.

"Whatever is there left to swear to? -Us-?"

She dared to peek, an incredulous look swept off her face as she beheld Arkt in rare form.

-Joy- colored every inch of his visible features, as golden hues angled to meet her's.

"Don't worry, you're in no danger of falling. A rather convenient current blows up into the mountains, and makes for the perfect glide from your abode to mine. This is hardly a strenuous flight."

As he spoke, she still hazarded to keep her head -away- from the yawning distance below. Securely in his grip or not, she could still imagine how quickly they'd plummet if his wings gave in any fashion. It was dreadful... It wasn't lost on her how significant this moment was likely supposed to be.

"Are you afraid of heights? Your composure on the Starship had me fooled.~" he inquired, tone as much amused as growing concerned.

"...less heights, and more freefalls." she muttered, alluding to her forays into Nehrim's deeper crevices, which she was certain he had spied upon.

Surprising her yet again, he would draw her away from the past as he pressed a kiss to her hair, keen to watch her cheeks color with some amusement.

"We'll land before you know it." he assured.

The remainder of their time in the air was spent in quiet, Lithirill resolving to take Arkt's timely arrival as the boon it was, settling into watching his feathers sway in the wind. Meditative enough that the awkwardness of the whole arrangement felt far away. Such nearness had gotten easier with time, bordering upon natural now.

As the rather humble cottage came into view, Arkt descended, his wings spreading their widest whilst letting his legs swing toward the earth, landing gracefully and without jostling his charge even a little. The opposite from the crash landing of his first attempt back in the sky.

Setting her down, he was not shy in keeping a wing curled around her while she got her feet under her, offering an apologetic smile.

"Had I known-"

Lithirill lifted a finger to his lips, seeing the seraph blink at her.

"No need for that, my dear. I think I spoiled that lovely gesture enough without you apologizing for it too.~" she murmured, letting her hand fall to her side and idly run a long feather betwixt her fingers, "By the by, was that the surprise you teased at when the snows were setting in?"

Arkt would exhale quietly, his mane of half-curls tumbling over his shoulder as he hummed a chuckle, canting his head to the side, his eyes flicking between the door to his home and her.

"In part. I'm surprised you recall, after so many long nights.~" he returned, his wing curling about her form more tightly as he stepped closer, drawing her flush against him.

She took his cue, though trepidation was catching her, as ever it had and always it would, she suspected. She was, for the first time, plenty welcome as she ran a palm up his muscled form, while the other lost itself between plumage and mane. She took the time to lean back just a little to eye him up and down so she might properly observe how his physique had changed now that his wings were healthy; twas a sight to behold.

"I've said it before Arkt..." she swallowed, striving unsuccessfully to keep the fluttering from beneath her ribs inobvious, "I'm not sure there's anything you could ever do that I'd count as forgettable."

While she floundered, he was the picture of patient certainty, watching her eyes wander before he'd gently cup her jaw and reorient her point of focus.

"Hmmnh...That sounds a touch fanatical." he teased gently, keen to see the last bits of her mask fall away, revealing that quiet, over curious scholar he had been fond of ever since she meandered brave and foolish into Arktwend, "...but I appreciate the sentiment."

Lithirill lips twitched as he held her at the precipice; again. She prepared for the inevitable halt, the respectful redrawing of borders, and in seeing that worry play clear in her eyes, Arkt claimed her lips for his own.

He snaked an arm behind her hips, supporting her form as he indulged a thought abandoned desire, savoring each passing moment as the woman in his arms all but fell into him. Reluctantly, he pulled away, keeping her snugly in place.

"You worry too much.~" he whispered, the statement pulling a husky chuckle out of her. "I'd have you forget your troubles for a time. Or at least until the morrow.~"

~Fin~

#Vynblr #VynSpringEvent #A Story in Spring #Nehrim #Arkt #Lithirill Andethil #Post-Ending

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 5 years ago

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Summary- Ransom x You. You can feel yourself spiraling out of control, and Ransom sets you straight. Warnings- Dominance, degradation. NSFW

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Most days your fine, normal, able to laugh, smile, tease your boyfriend, put up with his attitude and general snarkiness in strides. It all worked, you were happy and in love with the bastard.

But once in a while, you would slip into a place hard to describe. It would start with a moment of distance. Ransom would be venting about something, usually his family. They were the primary source of his frustration although he leaned heavily on Harlans financial support. Then he would pause, his eyes snapping over you as you seemed not there. “Whats wrong with you?” a bit of snark lacing his voice, and you would just smile a bit and come back to focus on him. “Nothing, Im fine. So Walt really said that?”

He would look doubtful, but wouldnt comment anymore on your strange behavior for the time being.

And that would be the start of your despair. It would start to consume you till it traveled into your chest, aching, heavy. Your body to would start to loose interest in touches and affection, pulling away when he would reach for you during the night. It was nothing Ransom done, and he would ask you once more “Whats wrong Y/N?” Leaning over you in the dark, but you had no real answer. You could feel him withdraw, leaning to sit up against the headboard, the tension brewing.

Then the day came you couldnt handle it anymore. Your skin was crawling, and no amount of distractions would help. Your mind buzzed incessantly with nothingness and everything. You needed it to shut the fuck up. When you heard Ransom coming up the steps and the door click, you fell to your knees with a bowed head, waiting for him to enter. Once he did, you head his audible sharp intake of breath. Please fix me, I need you. Silently you plead while not moving an inch.

Ransom admired you, he knew this was coming. Recognizing that dark little demon that had made its home in you for a lifetime, it matched well with his own. He approached you, his hand gentle at first along your jaw, his thumb brushing over the softness of your cheeks, this little soft hairs near your hairline, going to cling at his hand. But softness is to much, not want you need, and hes well aware.

The touch swiftly changed, going from caring to bruising as he grabbed your chin, fingers digging right into the fleshy part of your cheeks and tipping your head up so he could study you, and when your eyes met his, he snarled out “Did I tell the whore she could look at me?” Immediately your gaze dropped, his hand went to his pants, snapping open the button and unzipping the fly. Taking himself out, a few pumps around his erection made him stiff. Fingers digging in enough to pop your jaw to open. “Dont you dare loose a single drop slut.” He continued harshly, and you nodded, your words slurred from the grip he still had on you. “May I use my hands Sir?”

“Hands behind your back, your taking all of it” Ransom let go and fisted his hands in your hair, to hold you in place, the head of his cock slipping around your mouth and the tip of your tongue slides out to trace the head, flicking over his sit to and then he dominated your mouth, choking around him. “See, I knew you didnt need to use your hands, such a good little whore.” You do your best, your hands folding behind you, fingers locking together to keep from pressing them against his thighs to slow his thrusts down. Finally you match his thrusts, your tongue sloppily curling around his length, your cheeks hollowing as you suck on him. Heavy as he slams into the back of your throat, over you his grunts make you squirm, trying your best not to look up to see his expression.

Soon your gagging, messy between drool and tears brimming from your eyes when he looks down at you, drenching his cock and balls sloppinly when he pulls you closer, the spiral of heat snapping his gut as his cum shot the back of your throat, your eyes rolling up finally as you whimpered, doing your best to take it as he had told you to, brimming on the edge of your lips when he finally pulled from you and tucked himself back away. The tip of your tongue traces your lips to clean up quickly, slouching slightly even though his hand still is twisted roughly in your hair, it stings with a hiss as he jerks you enough to lift you to your feet.

“Dont forget, I own you little slut. Now get undressed and on the bed now. Do you understand me?” His head tilted as he stared you down, loosening his hold when you again dropped your gaze, Ransom dared you to defy him, but you knew better. “Yes Sir…”

“Go” he wrenched his hand away, and you were quick to escape to the bedroom while he went off to the kitchen. Tugging away your clothes and putting them into a pile, you folded them carefully and set them on the floor, on your side of the bed and crawled into the center, again taking a similar kneeling pose as before. When Ransom came back into the room, a tumbler of whisky in hand. Seeing you so patient, he was quick to finish it off, setting the tumbler aside on the nightstand “My little whore, so patiently waiting for me after being so good earlier. Its not going to save you though.” He promised as he placed a kiss on your lips, drawing out your tongue and slipping over your teeth, dragging your lips into a bite.

“Face down in those pillows, ass up high. Spread those thighs till I can see your pussy.”

You were quick to oblige, hearing him behind you rummaging through his chest drawers. You knew your ass was about to burn, but from what? You didnt have to wait to long when you felt the dip of the bed behind you, a glance over your shoulder showed that he had undressed as well. A sharp sting of his hand against your ass was issued when you looked back, growling out. “I said face down in the pillows.” You should have known better. His fingers traced the red handprint he left, admiring the way your back curved down, and you displayed yourself just for him, his fingers slipping between slickened folds.” Did eating my cock make you this wet, or have you been a needy little slut well before I came home?” spreading your slickness over your folds, around your clit. A slight pinch to your nerves made you yelp into the pillow “Answer me, I know you havent forgotten how to talk”

“From sucking you off Sir.” You imagined the satisfied smirk behind you playing across his face. Thats when you heard the whir of a vibrator, and he ran it along the back of your thighs, slipping to the inside of them. Ransom was always adding new toys to your collection, but he knew this happened to be a favorite of yours, making you come undone at the seams, but it was a two edged sword. He would bring it so close, making you bite your lip at the anticipation. A frustrated groan would fall from you, and his sharp laughter would come from behind you. “What, little slut cant wait to get what she wants?”

You knew better then to answer him, he was waiting for it though, letting the vibrator hover close to your aching pussy, but not giving it to you. Your ass sways, and that gets a sharp broad slap of a paddle, pushing you forward into the pillows. Right after that, Ransom slid the vibrator against your core, making the sting burn in all the best ways. The warmth of it traveled up your spine, and you arched further, crushing your chest into the mattress, and your back bending in a sharp curve. The vibes from the toy left you squirming slightly now, dripping mess. Ransoms hand replaced the paddle, digging his fingers into your ass cheek, pushing it up and jerking your hips back against him as you tried to pull away from the overload of sensations the vibrator rattling your core. “Oh no my little Slut, theres no getting away from it.” He leaned over and gave a sharp bite to your cheek.

You start whining into the pillows, fisting your hands into your designer sheets he insisted on having, panting as he upped the speed of the vibrator, your toes locking and legs half lifting off the bed. “Ransom, oh fuck.” Your pushing yourself back against the vibrator to dig into your pussy, harder, your eyes are rolling back in your head and taunt like your about to snap. The tension is hurting your muscles that cant loosen, they are about to break, and he pushed that vibrator up another speed, causing you to crash without permission. Your scream still sharp in the pillows and you try to drag any kind of air into your lungs, but the pillows are suffocating. Ransom turns off the vibrator and tosses it away.

Leaning over you as your still struggling to lift your head in these seconds, his frame leans over you and he fists his hand back in your hair, lifting your head to hear you drag in a gasp of air finally. “Fuck little whore, you came without permission.” He hissed against your neck, biting at your cheek, and down onto your neck, ripping his hand away for you to drop into the pillows. His hands curved around your hips and jerked them into where he wanted you. You shift to your elbows, or attempt to, but his hand wraps on the back of your neck, shoving you back into the pillows, twisting your head enough so you werent smothered. The thick head of his cock pushed against your entrance.

it was a hard snap, his thick cock felt like it was splitting you open, and there was no moment to adjust. Quick snaps of his hips slapping against the back of your thighs and ass, the tight hold of his hold on the back of your neck keeping you in place, but jerking you into the mattress beneath you. His feet locked behind your ankles to keep you legs spread and in place. There was no escaping him, driving himself deeper into you, was there anyplace he wasnt? It was as if he was rearranging your insides.

“Fuck Y/N” the first time since you two started he used your name, his slaps behind you bruising. He released his hold to slid under your chin, snapping your head up, and his fingers filled your mouth, unable to muffle the whines and cries now, his chest burned against your back, his teeth and mouth laying claim to your neck and shoulder, it wasnt kisses, it was inhalation of skin. firm sharp bites digging in, pulling sucking remarks of how good a fuck you were pressed into your ear as he bit your lobe, and all you could do was hold on best you could, your hands ripping into the sheets. Your channel clenching around his cock, but that didnt slow him any, and he ripped another screaming orgasm from you.

Shaking uncontrolled, you are sure hes ready to end you. But he pulls out and with a grasp to your hips, he whips you onto your back and jerks you down the bed till your perfectly flat. “No Ransom Im done” You claim, and he wraps your legs around your hips, catching the first glimpse you have had of him, his hair is disheveled in a flop over his eyes, and the tops of his cheeks are flushed red, his chest heaving slightly in exertion. He pops his hand against your breast, pulling the nipple with a sharpness that has you arching from it with a cry. “You dont look done to me, your not dripping my cum from that sweet little hole of yours. Were done when I say were done Slut.”

He was right, you reach to touch him, but his hand catches your wrists and slams them down above your head as he fills you again. “And your sweet pussy is just taking me so well. Going to leave you full of my cum. Cant let you forget who owns you.” Ransom grasped your breast, pulling and twisting till you were arching for more, or to try to break his hold, your not sure. It was a border line or pleasure and pain. He replaced it with his mouth, hot tongue and sharp bites holting you from his mouth with his hard thrusts, your hips rolling to meet him. Your fingers twisted in his hold, and head falling back as all of it, the sensations were becoming an overwhelming mess , and you snapped, coming again, your orgasm ripping you apart at the seams. Screaming his name and he lifted his head from where he was biting and kissing your breasts. Your tears streaming down your face, and there it was, finally.

Ransom had gotten you were you needed to be, that hard dominating look softened and shifted enough to cup the back of your head, and kissed you deeply, grunting against your lips as he chased his own orgasm, his hips rutting out of sync now and burying himself as he filled you, just as he promised he would. A few unsteady rolls of his hips spread his cum through you, and you just cried at all of it, his arms wrapping around you and rolling enough so that you laid against his chest, rubbing your back deeply and speaking softly as you cried against his neck. “Now thats my good girl, I got you its okay. So good to me, I love how well you took all that.” His hands would brush through your hair and everywhere was gentle touches, caresses bringing you back to him.

Soft kisses rove over the bite marks he had left of your neck and shoulder. You ache, you can feel how hes still buried in you, but soft now. Everything is about bringing you back down. Finally you lift your face and look up at him. “Can I have a bath?”

“Of course, let me just go set it up.” He moved you to curl up next to him and he slid from the bed, and into the bathroom. Ransom was alot of things, but these moments, you wouldnt know that he could be a spoiled trust fund brat. Everything was about taking care of you. All the way from drawing a bath, to easing you into the tub, he sat behind you and did things such as wash your back and took his time with your hair, sure to use your favorite washes. He even toweled dried you and brought you back to bed. “Hows take out sound tonight?”

“Yea that sounds really good” You started to perk up as you sat at the headboard of the bed, and he winked pulling out his phone. He knew your order, and he left the room to make the call. You wait, stretching yourself out, and once he returns, he fell down on the bed next to you, grabbing the remotes, flipping through the channels on the wide screen tv hanging across the room. It was an easy silence between you two when he settled it on a movie you two had seen many times before. Ransom was sitting against the headboard, your head laying on his stomach as you lay crossways across the bed. His fingers trailed slowly through your hair, the tv softly muffled and the only glow in the room.

After several minutes, he spoke, his voice catching your attention. “Are you feeling better now Y/N?” You twist so that your able to look up at him, laying on your back, still pillowed on his stomach.

“Yes thank you Ransom”

“Anytime Sweetheart, you know I love you, but next time tell me before it gets that bad.”

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sabraeal · 5 years ago

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(don’t go) making something out of nothing

Prologue | i. the first woman he ever loved | ii. the first to make his heart race

Another piece of @infinitelystrangemachinex‘s run away birthday fic; many thanks again to @bubblesthemonsterartist and @claudeng80 for beta’ing this chapter!

iii. the hands molded to fit his own

“You know, Your Highness--”

“No.” Papers sprawl across the desk, covering every inch of wood, but yet it’s Zakura himself that makes the prince’s mouth pull thin. “I don’t. But I’m certain you’re about to tell me.”

His teeth flash at the back of the boy-king’s head. Well, man-prince now. He can’t help but wonder if it might be man-prince forever with the way he keeps pushing off any talk of a coronation. “I was just thinking.”

“Should I throw a parade?” The royal chin cants toward a shoulder by a hair, focus never wavering from his work. “Perhaps decree a national holiday to commemorate the occasion?”

“Ah.” Zakura slaps a hand to his chest, letting his back rattle the panes behind him. “So you mean to wound me with your fabled razor wit, Highness?”

“If I meant to wound you, it would not be with words.” A noble cheekbone rounds. “I never strike a man unarmed.”

“Death--” he punctuates the word with another smack, grinning at the prince’s grimace-- “death by a thousands cuts.”

“If you are quite finished--”

“Oh, Highness,” he gasps, “there is more life in me yet--”

“If you are quite finished,” the prince attempts, firmer this time, “I believe you were about to inflict an unwelcome opinion upon me.”

He hums, the precise pitch that makes the royal hairs stand on end. “Mm, but how can it be unwelcome if you just asked for it?”

Now that gets his attention. Izana turns, his expression a study in disinterest save for his eyes. Those spark, the same way they do on the piste. “Do you mean to tell me, or would you prefer to continue on in the lady’s part for this little reel?”

His mouth twitches, just slightly. Wouldn’t do to let on that he was having fun, after all. “I only meant to say, it’s been a while since you’ve been north.”

Izana turns sharply to his work, his back the most eloquent answer. “Mother has everything well in hand.”

“Of course she does,” Zakura scoffs, arms folding over his chest. “But she still asks for you to visit, doesn’t she?”

“She does.” His pen hardly hesitates as it crawls across the parchment. “For the solstice, mainly. The queen mother is quite sentimental.”

He grunts, frowning at the royal cowlick. Or he would be if there was one, the lucky bastard. “You got some reason not to?”

His Highness hesitates. Not in a way another man would see, oh no, but Zakura is too well versed in the subtle language of his silence. Every muscle of his back stiffens, pulling his already impossible posture closer toward perfection. The muscles of his hand spasms, the feather light grip on his pen tightening to a clench.

“Why do you care so much?” His tone is light, playful, but there’s a tightrope Izana walks beneath it, wavering between anger and worry. “Whoever will you kiss if there is not a woman for whom I have a tendresse to sweep off her feet?”

Zakura grins, feral. “Ah, you admit it-- you did fancy Gazeld.”

“I admit no such thing,” Izana informs him loftily. “I am merely referring to your perception of events, however erroneous.”

He arches his brows with as much skepticism as they can hold. “And even so, you’re not going to go.”

All the prince’s good humor evaporates, leaving only tension in the air. “It’s not the time. There’s things I can’t leave--” his breath catches, rattling in his chest-- “untended.”

Zakura hooks his hands behind his head with a grunt. “How long has it been since we took a holiday, Highness? Two years, three?”

“We just rode to Laxdo last summer.” His pen scratches harshly against the page. “Or have you forgotten, in your old age?”

“That was barely a day trip.” And no girls to kiss anywhere. “And we haven’t gotten out of this palace for more than a handful of days since...”

Since Lowen cleaved that Lido brat in twain. No matter how much the maids scrubbed the stone, they could never quite get the traitor out.

“As I said.” Izana’s tone dries to a crisp, like a leaf off the tree. “It’s not the time to keep the capital untended. And certainly not for some...holiday.”

“Funny,” he hums, watching the prince through the net of his lashes, “I don’t remember the palace needing this much grooming before.”

Knuckles crack; the prince’s grip chokes his pen. “Things are different, now.”

Zakura measures the scant inches between Izana’s shoulder and his ears. He’s lost this battle. “You know, if you don’t visit the queen soon, she’ll invent a reason.”

Izana huffs out a breath, shoulders easing to their usual horizon. “Is that so. Like an allergy?”

“Nah.” His mouth curls into the faintest grin. “Like a wife.”

A laugh bursts from the royal lips. A surprise to both of them. “My, then you really would have a reason to go north.”

Fate arrives under a familiar seal: a lone snowdrop inside the jeweled Wisteria star.

Zakura chucks his chin at the parchment, swaggering across the room. “From your mother?”

Izana hums, brows quizzically drawn. The Queen Regnant had already sent her usual missive this month, full of all the regular details-- early snows, sending servants out to sneak her some Scholar Street fare, her usual teas with her ladies. But for a second to arrive so soon on the heels of the last, well...

That last time that had happened, Arleon had been consigned to the stones of his ancestors. Shuffled from this mortal coil. Pushed up daisies, weather permitting.

The prince breaks the wax with a single sweep of his knife, unfolding the parchment, and stares.

“Well?” He shifts, weight balancing towards the balls of his feet; a useless reflex. Whatever threat that paper contains isn’t something he can fight with his fists. Though it might be cathartic to slice it into scraps. “Is everything all right?”

Izana hums again, this time at a far different pitch. “Yes,” he manages, fingers falling bonelessly to his side. “My mother has someone she would like me to meet.”

Wirant is just as he left it: cold as tits.

“Couldn’t you convince Her Majesty to brood regally somewhere warmer?” Zakura blows into his hands, breath misting the air as it plumes over his fingers. “Like Yuris. Yuris would be nice.”

Izana lifts a mild brow. “Perhaps, if they invented a history of political dissidence.”

“Ah!” He lifts his frozen hands skyward. “From your mouth to their ears.”

“Are you wishing strife upon Clarines?” the prince inquires. “That would be treason.”

Zakura grins. “Me? Never. Just saying that it might be nice to see beaches and bare skin when we go on holiday.”

“And miss your opportunity to kiss women?” His Highness is above such petty concerns as the cold, but he does shift, drawing his cloak more tightly over his shoulders. “Perish the thought.”

A laugh rumbles right up from the bottom of his toes. “See, Highness, the thing is-- I don’t need a reason to kiss them.”

Not so long ago-- three years, by his count, give or take a month or two-- that this very man had worn the motley of a fool so thoroughly and so well that his own court had whispered behind their hands as he passed, calling him a profligate dandy and worse, but now, oh now--

Now it’s Izana who glares at him, frown pulling taut across his face. It’s his mouth that opens, the scolding written clear in his eyes--

“Izana.”

Haruto, Queen Regnant, First of her Name stands upon the courtyard’s cobbles, as lovely and spry as the woman in his memory. Like the flower she’s made her crest, Zakura bends toward her sunlight.

“Your Majesty.” The words bound out of him before he can rein them in; heart careening about in his chest like a hound off the leash, refusing to heel. “You haven’t aged a day.”

Her hand is soft against his lips, and ah, it’d be nice if he could see her once without turning into the wet-eared boy he was when she first took him under her wing. “You’re too kind, Sir. As always.”

His Highness has earned every degree of his ice prince reputation, but in the presence of his mother, he thaws. Genuine feeling blossoms in his expression, like flowers in spring. “Mother. It is good to see you.”

Haruto tilts her head and returns his smile, warm, wide, and true. “It would be better if it was more often.”

Izana stiffens, jaw hanging just a tiny bit slack. Zakura muffles a cough into his hand. The prince might be known for his razor wit now, but the years hadn’t dulled the queen mum’s either.

“I...” He clears his throat, lowering his voice to its natural, lower tone. “You said there was someone you wished for me to meet, didn’t you?”

Haruto raises a single, elegant brow, and in it there is more polite derision than her own son could convey with both. “Yes. Although, I suppose you have already met...”

It’s rare that a detail escapes him, but despite her position two steps back from the queen, Zakura’s eyes had glanced right over the woman that steps forward. A pity; having a lady as handsome as this one to look at was a pleasure he rarely got to indulge in following around the royal arse. Tall without being intimidating, slender without being skinny, rounded in all the places a woman ought to be-- she’s a catch any red-blooded man would be happy to reel in.

That, of course, leaves out the ice prince. Izana stares, and it doesn’t take an expert in the royal expression to know: he doesn’t recognize this woman at all.

“It has been a long time, Your Majesty.” Her lips-- attractively full and pink as the petals they left behind in Wistal-- curl into a faintly self-deprecating smile. “Long enough that a reintroduction may be needed, I think.”

“Apparently,” Her Majesty murmurs, bemused. “I trust you remember that Duke Arleon had a daughter...?”

The prince might be above goggling, but Zakura sure as hell isn’t. This woman? Arleon’s little shadow of a girl?

Her head tilts, and from the depths of her hood, a long loop of rosy gold emerges. A nicer pelt than she’d sported years ago, when that mop had been a muddled strawberry-and-straw.

“Haki,” Izana says after far too long, a polite smile frozen onto his face. “A pleasure to see you again.”

Pearly teeth flash between those lips, gone before he’s even realized he’s glimpsed them. “Please, Your Highness,” she says, a hint of dryness in her tone. “The pleasure is all mine.”

The plan was to stay a week, two at most. Meet the girl, please Her Majesty, and leave long before the prince needed to dodge promises of kisses at midnight.

It’s been a month. No matter what protests His Highness makes, they aren’t lingering because of his mother.

“Arleon’s girl,” Zakura hums, the thick leather of his glove muting the feel of the hand beneath it. Haruto shifts on his arm, and he doesn’t need to look to see she’s pleased. “Quite a coup.”

“Ah, it is far too premature to say.” Her gaze pitches over the balustrade, to where the prince and his companion pace through the garden paths. It’s all snowed over now, a graveyard more than a garden, but the scenery hardly matters. “A trick is more apt a name. For now.”

“For now.” He squints, and in the glare of the sun, her hair takes on a vixenish gleam. “You’re sure that’s the right girl? I hardly recognize her, and you know I never forget a face.”

Haruto presses a pair of slender fingers to her lips. “She was a child when you saw her last. Faces change.”

These Wisterias never give away a thing, but Zakura knows when he’s being laughed at. “It wasn’t that long ago.”

“Three years. They change quickly at this age.” Her eyes slant up at him, her smile following suit. “That reminds me, sir. I have not had the chance to say that I am glad to see you two made peace.”

His shoulders round into a hunch. “I said as much in my letters.”

“A anyone can say anything in letters.” Her gaze lifts, fixing toward the horizon, her mouth canted in a rueful twist. “They may even pass for an entirely different man. I am happy to see your reports have not been embellished.”

“Your Majesty.” He gives her his wickedest grin. “I might exaggerate some things, but I’d never spin you a tall tale.”

Her lips twitch. These royals never like to give away a thing, but-- it’s a smile. At least, as much a one as she can give to an up-jumped, dirty-mouthed commoner, no matter what title he’d earned himself.

“That means more to me than you’ll even know, sir. Now--” she fixes him with her sternest glare-- “you’ll behave yourself tonight, won’t you?”

His palm presses flat to his chest; the effect is somewhat dampened by all the layers. “Your Majesty, whatever could you mean?”

“I think you full well know what I mean.” Her shapely brows raise in an insinuation it would take a dead man to miss. “My son would not thank me if I forbid you your fun, however...I would suggest you think wisely upon who you spend your midnight with.”

His grin stiffens like a corpse left too long in the drift. “Why, Your Majesty, am I not spending it with you?”

She laughs, a rough bark of a thing, not meant for a queen. “Oh, sir. I am far, far too old for midnights.”

Well, here’s the thing: he doesn’t mean to do it.

Izana may sit in his solar, half-dressed, still reading the days-old paper that arrived from Wistal as the sun set, but Zakura-- he’s far too low on the pecking order to arrive at a time later than prompt. Not early-- that’s for the eccentrics, like Forenzo, or the men far too eager to climb up the ladder-- but on time. He’s not a man to be announced, but one meant to be announced to. It’s a distinction he’s only just coming to understand, and one he’s already cultivated a deep dislike for.

So he’s there when Arleon’s girl is announced.

She really is a pretty little thing; taller than he remembers, but just the right height to simper prettily on a man’s breast. Not that she seems the kind, oh no; she holds herself with the same steel and silk that the queen does, alighting down the stairs with both heavenly grace and earthly presence. There’s nothing natural about how these nobles dance around each other, all manners and masks and lying out one side of their mouth, but Haki Arleon--

Well, Haki Arleon makes it look like it could be. Izana would have to be a fool to let her go.

Which he must be, considering how it’s only minutes away from midnight, and the prince hasn’t deigned to show himself. The girl’s too well-bred to show worry-- too many wrinkles, to risk it-- but her eyes keep darting to the stair, lingering on the grand entrance that never opens.

A young buck circles close, a shy smile curling his lips. His hair’s appropriately floppy too, the way the girls like it now-- but Haki demurs, chin ducking as he tries to make his bid. Zakura’s seen it a half dozen times at least now; a boy rolls the dice, and before he can get another word in, one of her ladies intercepts him with a smile and a dance. This young man is no different, a pretty doe bounding in to steer him away with a flutter of long eyelashes, but--

It’s her last. There’s no more to protect her from the advances of ambitious lordlings. After all, this thing between her and Izana is nothing more than an inclination. Wirant’s rumor mill may be just as vicious and twice as fast as the one in Wistal, but Haruto’s grasp on it is absolute-- and clearly, she does not want to spur on any but the most idle speculation.

Childhood friends reunited, a maid had told him this morning, straight-faced. Did he think a romance might kindle?

Zakura frowns, fingers drumming on the mantel. It certainly wasn’t going to if the royal ass didn’t drag itself down to this party.

At five minutes to midnight, wide eyes land on him, and he sees the question in them, plain as day. For all her lessons and regal grooming, she’s still a girl, barely bloomed, waiting for a boy to love her. Or make a fool of her.

He doesn’t mean to. He certainly doesn’t tell his feet to carry him across the floor, or to stop right in front of Arleon’s daughter. But they do, and he does, and he’s just going to have to live with that.

She really is just the right height for simpering. Pity she’s not the type.

“Sir Zakura.” Her head bows politely, the precise degree for a man of his station. He sees the way her hands tremble in her skirt, the hopeful glint in her eyes as she raises them to him. “Did you come here with your liege?”

Did I miss him? He hears the question plain as day.

“I came ahead.” It’s a tepid reply; one that snuffs out the spark in her eyes. “His Highness had...issues to take care of. He did tell me he planned to attend.”

Her mouth curves, though it doesn’t reach her eyes. “I’m sure.”

“Come now.” He puts on his slyest grin, the one so wicked that good girls like Haki Arleon can only smile and shake their head. Incorrigible, they said. As if nobles didn’t appreciate consistency of character above everything else. “You remember-- the prince never misses a Solstice, even if he does show up minutes to midnight.”

She hums, but oh, there it is, a tell-tale flush of pink over pale cheeks.

“Don’t tell me--” his brows give a salacious wiggle-- “that you were our fair prince’s solstice kiss? And on such an auspicious night.”

“No.” Her voice thrums with words unsaid. “He said he wouldn’t kiss anyone. Not when it is so easy for fires to be started and grow out of control.”

Zakura bites down on a sigh. Any other man would mean desire, using those words to parlay a night between the sheets, but His Highness--

His Highness was talking about gossip. Not that he could blame the kid; seventeen with a kingdom on his shoulders and a hundred debutantes willing to lift their skirts for a chance to be queen. Lady Haki hadn’t been old enough to attend the soiree itself, her presentation still months away yet, but Arleon had allowed it anyway.

A shame to have her miss it when her oldest friend is in attendance, he had said, ambition glittering in his eyes. They see each other so infrequently...

For all the good it did him; with full grown women throwing themselves at Izana’s feet, a girl barely old enough to be spotting sheets couldn’t have garnered more than a pat on the head.

Her hand raises, absently brushing at the smooth round of her cheek. Ah, so the idiot spared a brotherly peck for his childhood playmate. And now here she was, three years later, staring at the doors and wondering if she’d receive the same.

And his princeliness couldn’t spare her an evening to ease her nerves. Zakura’s hand clenches at his side. Wheels within wheels. Games within games. That’s how these nobles worked. The more that little prick changed, the more he stayed the same.

It’s seconds to midnight, and the horns sound, announcing that Prince Izana Wisteria, First of His Name, had finally deigned to grace them with his presence. He glides down the grand stair, enigmatic smile on his face, gaze skimming purposefully over the crowd, and, well--

Midnight chimes. Old habits die hard.

Her face is turned from him, drawn to the theatrics like a butterfly about to be crushed on the wheel, but his murmured, “Excuse me, my lady,” brings her attention back into his orbit, and that’s all he needs.

He crowds in, body pressing against hers, and she has all the time in the world to move away, every chance to balk, and she--

She rises onto her toes.

Her gasp is lost as their mouths meet, swallowed whole by the hunger of his own. Nails scrap along his scalp, pulling him closer, and he’s all too pleased to find her following his lead, letting her lips brush against his own in a way that would be tantalizing, if she’d known how.

With cheers pressing in around them, he pulls away, grinning as she settles on her heels. “Fair Solstice, my lady.”

“Fair Solstice,” she echoes. Her bowed lips curve as she glances past him. “I do hope it was worth it, sir.”

The court may call him half-wild, hardly tame, and he gives her a grin that proves it. “With a kiss like that, I don’t know how it wouldn’t be.”

Her laugh chimes like sleigh bells. “Oh, I didn’t mean that.”

She casts a pointed glance over his shoulder, and all he can do is follow it: first to His Highness, whose glare he expects-- it was half the point, after all-- but second--

Second is to Makiri’s, Arleon’s heir. And Haki’s older, much less good-humored brother.

“Ah.” Air hisses through his teeth. “Maybe I’ve made a...miscalculation.”

“I told you,” Her Majesty says, really yucking it up. “This little rivalry of yours would get you in trouble.”

“Yeah, well...” He grimaces as she shifts the ice over the swollen ridge of his jaw. “I always thought you meant it would be with the man himself, not someone who knew how to throw a punch.”

“If it’s a brawl you want,” drawls the lanky shadow darkening his doorway, “you may keep holding your breath until you choke on it. It’s far more amusing to watch you get pummeled by vengeful relations.”

He scowls, watching His Princeliness glide across the floor. “Coward.”

“And break my knuckles on your hard head?” His brows lift, amused. “Who would do all my paperwork?”

He nearly gets up right there, ready to see just how easily those delicate little cheekbones would break, but Her Majesty presses firmly on his shoulders. “Perhaps if you did not have such a penchant for kissing above your station, my son would not have so much entertainment.”

Izana blinks. “A penchant?”

The queen’s nails bite into the wool of his coat. “Ah, it’s quite late, isn’t it?” It’s a miracle she’s made it this long among the vipers, considering how every word trembles with guilt. “Or rather...early! I should really, ah...perform my ablutions. Before breakfast.”

The royal brow furrows, mouth taking a terrifyingly thoughtful bent. “Dawn is hours away, Mother.”

She stands, bobbling the rag into his hands. “Ah, well, you know. A woman’s toilette...”

The prince’s face is torn between suspicion and mortification; fortunately he’s young enough for the second to win out. “I’ll see you at breakfast.”

Her Majesty has hardly left when those eyes turn on him, as blue as the night itself. “I was looking for you tonight.”

“Oh really?” It’s hard to keep a playful tone through a grimace, but Zakura likes to think he manages. “Can’t say I’ve ever done something like that before, but you’re pretty enough with your--”

“Not that.” Izana’s mouth twitches in a downward direction; a poor sign for his continued employment. “I wanted to talk to you of the future.”

A hard pit of dread lodges in his stomach. He’d finally kissed a girl too far. “Is that so?”

The prince draws himself to his full height, peering out the snow-limned windows. “It is. I have been thinking...”

He hesitates. Zakura stares. He’s known the boy too long to believe he could be bashful, but, well--

It sure looks like what this is. “I thought we might come north more often. For mother’s sake of course.”

He hardly knows his jaw’s dropped until it aches right back to the joint. “...Of course.”

“She seems lonely.” His lender shadow wavers at the window. “I thought I might provide her with more regular company.”

Zakura puts the ice right to his chin, if only to find something to do with himself. “So you’re serious then.”

Long fingers flex, knotting behind the royal back. “I...intend to be.“

“Well then.” He clears his throat. “I’m almost sorry I kissed her.”

Izana turns, arching one of those cultured brows. “Almost?”

“Well, in my professional opinion, someone’s been practicing with some stable boys.” The cloth slips from his fingers, ice skittering across the floor. “Fuck.”

In a moment the prince kneels before him, holding up a hand. “No, let me. You’ll only hurt yourself, and then my mother will think I’ve maimed you on purpose.”

“Now what would be the point of that,” Zakura drawls, “when I’m the only one who can tell you that she’s really worth her weight in gold.”

His Highness heaves a sigh, long fingers plucking chips off the floor and into the rag. “It’s not her dowry that interests me.”

“Treaties, then.” He gives the prince his best leer. “She’s worth reams of them.”

The ice burns even through the cloth, but it’s Izana’s eyes that make him twist. “Whatever will you do now that there’s no other woman you can kiss that will peeve me?”

He shrugs, hunching down over his knees. “I hear you have a brother, don’t you?”

#zakura/haki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #my fic #ans #with some hakizana because i am a lady of taste and discernment #if it isn't clear this is the first big time jump we've had #four years from part ii #and there's destined to be an even longer one from this to the next #for REASONS >:3c

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apparentlynotreallyfinnish · 5 years ago

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Out of Bounds - Part 3

If you missed the first two parts, you can get caught up here.

A warm hug and a huge thank you to my lovely new beta @rhinkipoo!

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Link bounded into Rhett’s place like a curious puppy. Rhett locked the front door as he walked in after Link. He tried his best to not stare at his ass, but its sway was hypnotizing and the way Link’s jeans accented the perfectly perky cheeks made Rhett’s throat go dry. Suddenly parched, he walked up to the fridge.

“Want something to drink?” he asked Link as the cold air hit his face, a vain attempt to cool down his heated thoughts. Rhett breathed deep before taking out a beer.

“Nah, I’m good,” Link said and drifted to Rhett’s bookshelf. Rhett remembered his morning run and swapped his beer for a fizzy water.

“Lots of thrillers,” Link remarked, tapping his fingertips lightly over the spines of the books haphazardly stuffed into the overflowing shelves.

“Mm,” Rhett hummed, non-committal, and uncapped the bottle. He tried to ignore the fact that his hands were trembling. A big gulp of cold water seemed to help him cool down a bit.

Rhett stood next to the fridge, leaning against the counter, watching Link as he riffled through his things. The apartment was small, only one main room, a kitchenette, and a sleeping alcove. The couch, desk, and the small foldable table with two chairs took most of the square footage of the main room. Rhett had never really minded the cramped quarters before, but now Link seemed to somehow fill all of the available real estate—both in the apartment and in Rhett’s mind. It made Rhett look at his place with a new set of eyes.

He was not a neat freak by any measure, but he wasn’t a slob either. He did notice a pair of dirty boxer briefs discarded on the floor near the bathroom door and moved to quickly snatch them up and throw them into the hamper. As always, his bed had remained unmade. It was a bit embarrassing, and he wished he was the type to regularly keep his place tidy, but at least he’d changed the bedding recently.

Link turned to look at Rhett and followed his gaze to the bed. He flashed a cheeky grin and his tongue poked out of the corner of his mouth. It was simultaneously cute and lewd. Rhett wanted to turn to hide the blooming heat on his cheeks, but he was determined to hold the eye contact. This particular situation might be new to him, but it wasn’t like he’d never hooked up with someone before. He didn’t want Link to know how out of his depth he was.

Rhett took another sip of his drink and watched Link let his gaze roam over his body for a brief moment, igniting a simmering heat inside Rhett’s gut. But when he was about to put away his drink and attempt to move things along, Link turned and skipped from Rhett’s bookshelf to his desk. He picked up a picture frame and studied the picture of Rhett and his family. Rhett gripped the bottle harder and tilted his head in confusion. Hadn’t Link wanted to hook up? He was more than sure that Link wasn’t nervous, so why would he want to take a detour through Rhett’s things?

“You and you’re brother look nothing alike,” Link said, making Rhett laugh. They really didn’t and most people that met them liked to point that out. Link set the frame back on the desk and went through all the knick-knacks Rhett had gotten from his trips—little things he’d picked up on family vacations before college and from tournaments and away-games while attending NC State.

All the while, he was making random comments about this and that. Rhett didn’t have time to reply before Link had moved onto the next thing that caught his eye. Link didn’t seem to mind his silence. After he left the desk, he crouched down to shift through the movies Rhett had under his TV-stand.

It gave Rhett time to pause and take a breath.

I just brought a guy to my place.

What am I doing?

What do I want to happen? Am I really gonna fuck him? He offered, right? But was that just him being flirty? Is he expecting me to do other stuff with him? To him? Like, touch him… down there.

Rhett had no time to inspect how much the thought thrilled him when Link’s voice interrupted him. He was waving a DVD case towards Rhett.

“Oh, I’ve wanted to see this one! Is it any good?”

“It’s okay,” Rhett said, without actually seeing what movie Link had shown because Link was on the move again. He’d noticed the guitar propped up on the corner. His eyes lit up and he lifted the instrument.

“Do you play?” he asked and strummed the strings tentatively. Rhett shrugged.

“I dabble. I can almost play a few songs.”

“Hot,” Link murmured and set the guitar down.

And then he was right there, their bodies pressed together, his mouth tasting Rhett’s neck with sloppy wet kisses that made him shiver and buck against Link’s stomach. Rhett’s brain screeched to a halt at the sudden change.

“Oh gosh,” he moaned when he managed to somewhat gather himself, fumbling to get his water bottle onto the counter behind him. He nearly missed and had to scramble to prevent a mess. Link’s hands were sliding under Rhett’s shirt, tickling his sides and pawing at his abs. His touch was firm but soft and when his fingers brushed over Rhett’s nipple, making it bud, Rhett drew in a breath between his teeth and silently begged for Link to touch him lower.

“Mmh,” Link hummed against Rhett’s clavicle, kissing it through his shirt and breathing in deeply. “You smell real good.”

This blushing thing has to stop, Rhett decided, feeling dizzy and flushed. He didn’t remember ever blushing like this when a girl complimented him. The bottle was now safely on the counter and his hands were finally free to roam all over Link’s tight body. And, fuck, did he feel good. All hard muscle and soft curves. How was that even possible?

Before Rhett could even make a conscious decision to do so, his palms had found their way to Link’s ass and squeezed. Link made a low throat sound, something between a moan and a growl, and clamped his teeth onto Rhett’s shoulder, grinding himself against Rhett’s thigh. Rhett could feel Link’s hardness press against him.

“Tell me what you want, hotshot,” Link whispered between teasing kisses and bites along Rhett’s neck. Rhett swallowed hard and tried to muster up some kind of an answer. What did he want?

“I really want you to fuck me,” Link continued with a breathy voice as he nibbled Rhett’s earlobe. “But if that’s too much for you, I could just get on my knees right here and suck you off.” Link’s palm moved to caress between Rhett’s legs.

“Fuck,” Rhett groaned, canting his hips towards Link, for more pressure, more touching, more Link. His head was spinning and profanity seemed to be the only thing he could get out right now.

Link let out a low chuckle. “Was that a request or just a reaction to this?” His hand pressed against Rhett’s jeans and moved along his hard length. Rhett couldn’t think. His brain was a fuzzy bundle of dirty thoughts and pleas that he couldn’t get out. He needed Link on his knees, his glistening pink lips around his cock, but he also needed a moment to think, to gather himself.

Gaining little sanity and hoping to slow things down for a beat, Rhett’s hands let go of Link’s ass and he cupped Link’s face for a slow, exploratory kiss. Link tasted of something sweet and alcoholic. Rhett couldn’t get enough of the way Link’s tongue swiped against his and retreated again and again as if coaxing Rhett into his mouth. Finally, Rhett obeyed and let his tongue slip between Link’s lips into the wet warmth of his mouth. Link had clearly been waiting for exactly that because he enveloped Rhett’s exploring tongue and sucked hard, making Rhett’s knees nearly buckle.

Rhett pulled away, drawing a shaky breath, trying to catch Link’s eyes but Link pounced on him, whining into his mouth as he kissed him again. Link’s hand wrapped around Rhett’s neck, pulling Rhett down or pulling himself up as if he was trying to climb Rhett’s tall frame. Rhett’s hands slipped down, grabbing Link’s waist to pull him down.

“Dude, you gotta slow down. I’m losing my mind here,” Rhett managed to get out with a huff of a laugh. Link laughed too, a pleased,sharp sound that filled the room and Rhett’s chest with warmth.

“Wanna get in the bed? We can just kiss for a while and see where that takes us,” Link suggested, nuzzling his nose under Rhett’s ear. When Rhett nodded, Link’s fingers intertwined with Rhett’s and he was pulled towards his bed.

#Appa writes fic #rhink #rhink fic #Out of Bounds fic #part 3 #slightly #ns*w

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