#i'm sure he wouldn't spill everything just out of respect but??

[sullygoofy]

𝐍𝐆𝐀 𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐔 𝐎𝐄 pt.1

(avatar | human) JAKE SULLY X MALE (na'vi) READER

. i can't believe i did this. english isn't my first language. long one-shot!!

"Bold italics" = Na'vi "Normal" = English

YOU CLICKED YOUR TONGUE IN ANNOYANCE , jumping from tree to tree with multiple throwing knives clutched tightly in your three fingers. While the leaves of the tree you're in hide you, you observe the na'vi down below. He had the same blue skin as yours, patterns almost identical to that of a regular na'vi's— but you know that isn't what he is. As the chiefs son, you're well acquainted with many forest na'vi, and yet you cannot recognize the one below.

Perhaps it's because strange clothing covered his body, or because he walked around as if he were a newborn baby (fortunately even na'vi babies walk around better than him), and he stared at everything as if he were captivated by it— as if it were his first time seeing such things

And you knew it in that moment,

he is not one of your kind.

"Another demon." You spit the word out with so much venom, your hold tightening around your knives as you stare at the demon.

You don't know why the aliens think that you na'vi —real na'vi— would ever fall for a trick such as that. Those demons would never be true na'vi, they could try to look like one but they'd never know how to become one, they'd never know the heart of one.

They wouldn't understand the way of a na'vi, the devotees to the great Ewya. They would not share the same respect and care for your forest.

Humans only knew how to take and destroy, to break and to steal, they are filled with ignorance and greed. They do not properly think— and now they're assuming that they can just peacefully come into your forest!

Your hate for humans will continue to pulse through your blue veins. They took both of your sister's lives, for no apparent reason.

Sylwanin, Neytiri.

Their names rung through your head, and you felt your throat tighten up. The sounds of gunshots rang through your ears, but you knew it was not real. The ringing in your ears was not real, and the blood that now covered your hands was not real either.

I'm sorry, sisters.

You took a steady breath out, placing your hand on your chest as you tried to calm down your breathing, closing your eyes while doing so. Something your mother had taught to you, and you were forever grateful for her.

Once your breathing completely stilled, you looked back to the demon on your grounds. He still lingered along, observing the different plants. While he was distracted, you pulled back your hand, dagger held tightly, aimed perfectly at his heart and you were ready to throw, before Ewya had whispered to you.

The whisper of Ewya had landed on the tip of your knife, and you couldn't fathom why Ewya would want a demon like him alive. You clenched your hand tighter on the dagger, releasing a frustrated growl before releasing the dagger, purposely missing the most vital organ, his heart.

You watched with great satisfaction as the knife had grazed the demon's right cheek, enough to leave a scar for sure.

"I'm sorry Ewya." You truly meant it, but it's not like you had greatly injured the demon, so all was to be fine.

You felt horrible, but also relieved. Ewya's voice had slightly touched your nose, and you knew you had already earned her forgiveness.

You couldn't help it, you needed to see the demon's blood spill, and maybe Ewya understood.

"Ah shit! What the fuck?" The demon groaned, holding his cheek as his wide eyes turned to your direction. Thankfully he could not see you from all the plants that camouflaged you, but he looked extremely startled. You felt pride swell up in your chest as you internally congratulated yourself.

Now, startled and bleeding slightly, this demon should go back to where he came from. He should leave now— away from your people. Perhaps this would even be a message to the humans, that you na'vi would start to go for more violent methods.

But a graze on the cheek wouldn't do the job..

You, either way, had done a good job of protecting your people from harms way.

"Stupid demon.."

You didn't feel all too happy, because not a moment later the demon had ran off further into the forest, to your great and immense displeasure.

It seems now you'd have to keep your eye on him, so he does not wander further. You clicked your tongue in annoyance, not expecting to spend your time babysitting...

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JAKE HAS DONE MANY STUPID THINGS IN HIS LIFETIME, that he could admit, and perhaps running off while on an entire planet unknown to him was one of them.. He knew Norm would get on his ass if he damaged this avatar body further. It hasn't even been five minutes until Jake was attacked by a dagger, seemingly from out of nowhere.

With a sigh, Jake got comfortable and started to make a fire, he'd have to make sure this body is fine until he can switch back. While doing so, he heard bushes rustle and creatures chirping. In this body Jake was so much more. His hearing was increased, and he could finally walk and run.

It was his ultimate dream. Pandora was a beautiful place, but he couldn't get too comfortable because even with its beauty it was still incredibly dangerous.

Jake stopped what he was doing once a pack of wolfs— viper wolfs as Grace had called them once, came into his view. He held a torch firmly in his grasp, in hopes of intimidating the beasts, but it wasn't working. "Shit.."

Jake cursed, before yelling and swearing at the wolfs, they still stayed in place until they approached the male with a snarl.

"Shit ! Get back, ya wanna piece of this?"

Before one of them could jump at the demon you came down from your hiding spot, ears on alert and a hiss coming from your mouth as you barred your sharp teeth to the viper wolf. You skillfully dodged it's attacks, pushing your knives deep into their hearts and weak points. By the end of it your chest was painted a crimson red, and blood splatters were evident on your face— running down your jaw as if you'd even taken a bite out of one of the Viper wolfs, which you probably had done.

Jake was frightened, and in awe of the na'vi before him. The dark night illuminated your glowing eyes, and the blood surrounding your mouth was the most menacing visual Jake had the pleasure of seeing.

You brought your hand up to your mouth and wiped at the blood, although it didn't do much— considering your hands were also covered in the red liquid.

Sylwanin and Neytiri had used bows, and now you could understand why. Knives were up close and personal, and they'd leave you a bloody mess in the end. But perhaps having your entire being coated in your kills blood was what made you so prideful as you puffed out your chest and glared at the demon na'vi in front of you. A true, intimidating na'vi— you.

YOU were the most enchanting sight to the ex-marines eyes. Maybe it was the way you were coated in blood, or the way you looked like a true warrior while standing before him. Jake's tail swayed slightly, and he could hear his heart thumping— and he's sure you can hear it to with the way your ears flutter at each beat.

Bump,

bump,

bump.

"Than— thank you." Jake said, and all you did was hiss in response.

"You skxáwng! Foolish! Urgh!"

A great first impression, really. But that's how Jake managed to get an 'in' with your clan— by being himself, an idiot. Because if he wasn't in danger, you wouldn't have interacted with him otherwise.

You still couldn't understand why Ewya wanted him alive.

After that encounter, you had taken Jake to your clan, seeing as though Eywa had told you so. He would've been dead if it weren't for your great mother, and you didn't particularly enjoy having to teach him the way of a na'vi (as per your mother, Mo'at's, request).

"Jake Sully, you listen?"

"Mmh."

You could tell he was distracted as he watched your nimble fingers play around with your dagger, and you could only click your tongue— something Jake noticed you did often in his presence.

"Skxáwng." You grumbled, and you noticed the way his ears seemed to perk up at the word. It was not like he could understand half of the words that came out of your mouth, since he is even distracted when you try to teach him basic phrases.

"'M not an skxáwng," Jake watched with great pleasure as your eyes seemed to widen at what he had said. "You— where did you learn that?" You questioned, and Jake didn't miss the way your tail lightly swayed behind you. You came up close to him, until your tail snaked around his leg.

With a tight grip on his leg, you had pulled him closer with your cat-like tail, and your eyes still stared at him with wonder.

"I learnt from Grace."

"Grace?" It was a whisper, but given how close the two of you were Jake could clearly hear what you had said. A confused tone was evident in your voice.

"Mm.. You're always calling me skxáwng, so I asked what it meant."

You let out a scoff, stepping away from Jake once you heard the familiar sound of hooves trotting by.

Tsu'tey's here.

Jake seemed to realize this too, and you noticed the way his ears fell flat against his head at this own realization, you chuckled at that.

"My brother! You still wasting time teaching this demon our ways? Why don't you join me for a ride— it's been awhile." Tsu'tey asked, tilting his head as he stared at both you and Jake. "Leave this demon," He said, now in English, most likely to push on Jake's buttons.

You chuckled once more, staring at Jake as he let out a scoff.

"I cannot, my mother will surely have my head if I do not carry my duties and watch over this thing."

"Yeah! So back off." Jake agreed, and you're sure he could only understand the first two words of your sentence, since he did not have any reaction to you calling him a 'thing'.

You internally laughed at this anyways.

Tsu'tey gave an understanding nod, looking towards you before turning his gaze back to Jake Sully.

"Have fun thing!" Tsu'tey chuckled, guiding his way back to the clan while both you and Jake stayed.

Jake tilted his head slightly, confused as to why he had been called a 'thing' instead of a demon.

"You know why he called me a thing?" Jake had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with you, and when you only shrugged in response to his question while biting down on your bottom lip to hide a smile— he already knew the answer.

"Come, let's practice more skxáwng!"

He found out that he didn't really mind when you called him such names.

Training was finally done, and now you decided to relax in the open. Without Jake Sully here to bother you.

You grumbled underneath your breath as Jake came up closer towards you, his breath fanning your face as the two of you lay down in a clearing.

Your eyes remained closed as you whispered a quick "Go away."

"You'd miss me too much if I did" Jake smirked, staring at your irritated face as you clicked your tongue once more.

"You act like you hate me, but I know you love me."

"..."

You were silent as you stared at Jake's face, slowing sitting up and hissing at the male.

"Shut the hell up."

"You're even using sky people language!" Jake chuckled, leaning in closer as you pushed his face way with your hand.

Yet, he continued with his foolishness "It's a sign of affection if you adapt another person's speech— and I'm here adapting your whole culture."

"You are bothering me Jake Sully."

"What are you gonna do? Bite me?"

Your ears perked up at the word 'bite', and you stared at Jake's neck with a heated look in your eyes. He was annoying you, and his neck was looking awfully tempting..

You pushed the male back onto the grass, stradling his hips as you tilted your head down towards him, a low growl emitting from your throat. "I will make you bleed Jake Sully." Jake stared at you as if you brought him the stars and the moon, "Don't doubt it for one second kitty.."

"Brother! Mo'at is calling for you! "

Jake released a groan at Tsu'tey's words, and you huffed in amusement.

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YOU TRAINED JAKE FOR THE NEXT few months, and although he pretended to not know certain things, he was still a quick learner.

You stared at Jake's na'vi body, observing the stillness of it. He did not breath when he went to sleep, and his eyes were devoid of life. It was scary thing to see— and at first you had thought he died in his sleep, but he had simply told you it was because he needs to do 'swaps'.

Sometimes you wonder how he looks as a human, as you trace your fingers gently on the avatar body— afraid to wake it even though that's not how it works.

Jake had mentioned before that he looked different than you, and you obviously knew that.. But how different?

Was he smaller? Taller? Larger? Softer?

Easy to break?

"Uhg.." You jumped back as you saw Jake 'wake' up, rubbing at his head as he stared at you.

"Watchin' me sleep?" He asked, a smirk growing on his features as he watched you furrow your brows, not responding to his previous question/statement.

The silence was strange, not comfortable but not uncomfortable either. You just kept staring at him, and usually Jake would soak up this attention, but the way you were staring at him made him feel like his insides were your gallery.

After a long while the silence was finally broken.

"Jake, can I ask you a question?"

"Mm, yeah" Jake had his ears up, tail swaying behind him as you crawled closer to his sat down position. It was usually him asking questions and moving closer to you, so he was surprised by this.

"What do you look like— as a de- human?"

"Well..—"

"In detail, so I can imagine."

Jake avoided eye contact, feeling hot underneath your stare.

"I'm much shorter than you, way shorter"

You laughed at that.

"And well— I'm not blue"

You also laughed at that.

"You could— you could come and see me at the lab.." Jake trailed off, staring into your eyes as he felt his heartbeat quicken, and like always your ears fluttered in tune when hearing the beats.

"I come see you?" You questioned, eyes widened as you stared at the male before you.

"Mmh.."

You tilted your head and smirked, showing of your fangs as you stared at Jake with hooded eyes.

"Alright, I'll come and see you."

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IT TOOK NO GENIUS to find out that Jake was nervous, and the rest of the scientists didn't exactly know why.

Yes, Jake decided to make an on whim decision to let you see him as, well, him.

But now he was scared, as much as he didn't want to admit it.

Would you liked how he looked? What if you were weirded-out by him? Would you still see him as him, or would you view him differently? He wasn't exactly anything special— and how would you react when you find out that he's in a wheelchair? Would you—

"Jake, seriously what's got your panties in a twist? Some people are trying do their jobs and your distracting them, did something happen in the clan?" Grace questioned, taking a drag from her cigarette and raising an accusing eyebrow.

Norm joined in with his commentary, "I wouldn't be surprised if he managed to fuck over the clan— probably because he hasn't studied na'vi for I don't know, 9 years?" Cleary Norm was jealous, Jake noted.

"It's just— well (Y/n)'s coming here."

Everyone went silent. The sound of keyboards clickling came to an abrupt stop.

"The chief's son is coming here?"

".. Yes."

Unfortunately, now Jake wasn't the only one that was nervous. Norm had a crisis between being excited or terrified, Grace was in shock and doubted Jake's words, while the rest of the scientists tried to make the place more 'home-y'.

"Exactly when is he coming, Jake?"

Jake didn't respond to Grace's words, cringing a bit as he looked off to the side.

"Jake. When the fuck is he coming."

"I said you could come see me— and he said he would so— maybe now?"

Grace was about to shout profanities at the brown-haired male, but the lab doors had already unexpectedly opened.

Standing, slightly crouching near the door was none other than (Y/n). In front of him— trying to stop him from entering— was a random guard in SWAT clothing. The guard was easily pushed out of the way by the na'vi.

You stared at everyone with narrowed eyes. Lips curled down slightly as your eyes scanned the room.

Jake..

"Jake Sully?"

It was no surprise that you couldn't regonize Jake, but you suspectrd that he'd be here.

Grace turned her head towards where Jake was— hiding behind a scientist and quickly shaking his head 'no'.

Jake was stupid. He doesn't know why he'd say you should come and see him now— it was in the moment type of thing. He wasn't ready.

Grace gave a quiet sigh, seeing the look on Jake's fave that she could immediately recognize.

"Jake's not here right now, he's currently in his avatar form— which I suppose means he's waiting for you." Grace smiled at you, hurriedly killing her cigarette.

"What? —" Norm was quickly shut up by Grace's intense glare. Norm could easily piece the parts together.

"Mm." You hummed, turning around to leave as your eyebrows furrowed.

"Jake."

[bruhstories]

in heat

summary: zeke works from home. pairing: zeke x fembodied!reader warnings & content: reader is tied up, bdsm dynamics if you squint, vaginal fingering, unprotected p in v (don't be silly wrap your willy), dirty talking, terms of endearment (love, sweetheart, honey) w/c: 1.3k

a/n: just a quickie with zeke, nothing more, nothing less. unedited as per usual

"You need to keep that filthy mouth of yours quiet, yeah?" Zeke picked up his phone and answered the call. "Oh, Mr. Magath, to what do I owe the pleasure?'

He spoke so casually, as if you didn't have your hands tied up behind your back, drooling over the ballgag in your mouth and Zeke's fingers deep in your cunt. After all, it was just a typical work from home day for him.

"The meeting went well. No, Galliard behaved, surprisingly." Zeke shrugged, although his boss couldn't see him. He dragged his thumb lazily up and down your clit, and you closed your eyes, bucking your hips against his hand.

This has been ongoing for the past twenty, twenty-five minutes. You weren’t exactly sure. It felt like more than that. All you wanted was for him to fuck you relentlessly, but Zeke enjoyed taking his time with you. It wasn't for your pleasure, but for his. He needed to see you wriggle and writhe under his touch, to know how much control he had over your body, to hear you beg for his cock.

Your body violently twitched on his desk when he practically ripped a growl from your throat with his skilled fingers. With wide eyes, you watched him frown, eyes fixed on yours.

"Mr. Magath, if you'll excuse me just a minute..." Zeke muted his phone. "What did I tell you? Well?" He asked, knowing full well that you couldn't reply back.

Instead, you tried to squeeze your thighs together in a futile attempt to stop him. He was on the phone with his boss, for fuck's sake. But Zeke paid Magath no mind, using his elbow to keep your legs spread open.

"Sorry, chief. Everything's fine, it's just my dog." He spoke, and you whined when he removed his fingers from your cunt, opting to let your blood boil. "She's been acting strange, lately. Think she might be in heat."

Zeke's words were cruel, but all they did was turn you on more. It was incredible how this man could admire and love you so much, yet he could also degrade you like you were dirt on his shoes. He knew exactly what buttons to push to switch you from respectable and clever to needy and hungry for his cock.

Your blood indeed boiled in your veins, because you were unable to get the much-desired friction that you ached for. Oh, and Zeke loved it. He loved watching your eyes fill to the brim with tears and your hips roll on his desk wanting more. He eventually indulged you, pinching one of your sensitive nipples before dragging his fingers down your abdomen.

"The reports are done, I have emailed them to Mr. Smith already." Zeke nonchalantly chatted with Magath while his index and middle finger brushed up and down your slit.

You were soaked, absolutely dying to feel him inside of you, but you knew he wouldn't give it to you just yet. When his fingers finally pushed past your slick folds, you arched your back and moaned, and Zeke's lips twitched in anger.

"I'm afraid I need to take the dog out, Mr. Magath. I'll let the files upload while I do that." He curled his fingers and you wanted to scream, tell him to hurry up and fuck you, but the damned ballgag stopped you from saying anything. Instead, all that came out of you was a series of guttural growls that echoed in Zeke's study.

"Oh, she's getting impatient. Have a nice day, chief." He hung up and tossed the phone on the sofa next to his desk.

Your eyes were filled with both tears of pleasure, and terror, because you knew how mean Zeke could be when you disobeyed him. He used his free hand to pull the ballgag out of your mouth and untie your arms, and a string of apologies spilled from your lips.

"Are you really that desperate for my cock that you couldn't wait five minutes?" His voice was low and threatening, and you shook your head.

"Sorry, 'm sorry-"

"Sorry isn't gonna help you, love." Zeke picked up the pace, thrusting his fingers deeper into your aching cunt, his other hand unbuckling his belt.

"Please fuck me, please, please!" You cried out, feeling your climax bubbling inside of you.

"Oh, I'll fuck you, alright. But first, you're gonna have to fuck yourself with my fingers. You need to earn my cock, sweetheart." He palmed the bulge in his trousers, a groan escaping his lips when he felt you clench around his fingers.

Shamelessly, you pushed your hips against his hand, trying your best to do as you were told. It would've helped ti have your hands untied so you could prop yourself against them, but nonetheless, you managed to come on his fingers, body shuddering from the ecstasy.

"Atta girl." Zeke removed his fingers from your sloppy cunt, giving your thigh a firm slap. "You did well." He said, unzipping his trousers.

"Wait, I can't-"

"You can, and you will." Zeke pulled his cock out, and your eyes darted to it, instinctively licking your lips when you saw it. "Weren’t you the one so desperate for me to fuck you?"

You said nothing, because he was right, so you spread your legs wider, earning a 'good girl' from him. Zeke dragged his cock up and down your slit, coating it in your slick before pushing it in. Even after so much time, you couldn't get used to the size of it, and you whimpered when he bottomed out.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He growled, eyes rolling back as you took him so well. Wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his back, you braced yourself for the feral thrusts, and Zeke delivered. He needed you just as much as you needed him, and he didn't hold back, fucking you with aggression and passion.

"Oh, God! Feels good, so-oh good!" You buried your face in the crook of his neck, taking in his scent. You hated the smell of cigarettes, but whenever you felt it on Zeke, you just couldn't help but be aroused.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you? Filthy little slut." His cock brushed over your cervix, buried so deep inside of you that your abdomen hurt.

It was painfully good, and you wouldn't have it any other way. You loved the dynamic you had, and you loved him. It was the perfect balance of love and hate.

"Zeke!" You cried out, feeling yourself close again. "Shit, I'm gonna cum!"

"Again? Aren't you desperate today?" He mocked you. "How pathetic."

"'m pathetic-" You choked on your words, mumbling incoherent sentences while he fucked you deeper and harder. "Gonna cum!"

"Go on, cum on my cock. Show me how much you love me."

"Love you, I love you, I lo-oh! Oh, fuck!" Your dignity left your body when you trembled in Zeke's arms, limbs quivering and your mind cloudy. You were certain you were going to faint from exhaustion.

Zeke slowly pulled out of you, cock still hard. But he wasn't about to fuck you to death, although he was sure you wanted that.

"Let's clean you up." He said and you shook your head.

"Need to... help you finish." You mumbled in your dazed state, but Zeke didn't listen.

"Honey, you're tired. You've already done so much today." He helped you down from his desk and untied your hands.

"What about you?"

"I've got hands, don't I?" Zeke chuckled, dragging you to the bathroom. "Come, I'll order us some food for dinner."

"Sushi?" You yawned, turning the tap on.

"Sushi." He checked the temperature to make sure you wouldn't faint in the shower.

"You know, if anyone saw how we have sex they'd think you're one of those shitty alpha male influencers." You laughed, getting in the shower.

"It's not my fault I've got a freaky girlfriend." He rolled his eyes. "Oh, speaking of." Zeke stripped and got in the shower with you, because the internet was so bad, he knew those files haven't uploaded yet. "Will you marry me? The ring's in my study, I got carried away-"

"Yes. Fuck yes."

[marthawrites]

Pretty Girl

Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 6.8k+

About: There's been some weird stuff happening in the woods and your boss buys top of the line security cameras. You definitely weren't expecting to hit it off so well with the tech guy who is much more than a tech guy.

Includes: Meeting, first date, some drinking, explicit sexual content (fem receiving oral, p in v)

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first modern Aemond story. This idea has been rolling around my head for a good month or two. I wasn't expecting to go so deep, but the ideas kept coming and I ran with them! Reader is nondescript and implied to be 21+ due to alcohol consumption. As always, please enjoy! ♥

read pt 2 here

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The bright chime of your text tone cut through the mellow voiced narrator of your current podcast obsession: supposed real life horror stories. Perhaps not the smartest thing to listen to while alone ten miles deep into the forest in the ranger's cabin. But, whatever. What's life without a little risk, anyway? Swiping your screen open revealed your boss' message.

Hey kid. Running late. That tech guy is scheduled to be there for the installation at 9:30. We had a minor family emergency here. Everything is fine. I'm working to head out within the hour. Text you when I'm on the road.

It was already 9 and you knew there wasn't a chance in hell Joey would be there by the time the install person showed up. Great. You ran a hand down your face and, since you were alone, didn't fight the groan that adamantly broke free. Customer service – this could be considered customer service, right? – was never your forte. There was a reason you went to school for forestry. Mostly so you wouldn't have to deal with customers on the regular. You texted back:

I'm glad everything is fine! But, if I end up ax murdered by this freak I'm going to haunt you forever. Also, you're to take care of Charles. He's very needy.

A minute later the chime broke the podcaster's voice again:

Oh please. They're a very respectable family. How is a fish needy? Don't they just need tap water?

You laughed out loud, reading the message in Joey's rumbling baritone.

That's right, boss. Tap water and cheerios!

When you didn't hear back from him within the next few minutes you could only assume he started driving.

You had a good twenty minutes to kill while waiting for this person and weren't quite sure how to spend your time. A cool early-spring rain poured all morning, and an angry late-winter wind sent the trees swaying all around. You weren't going out there if you didn't have to. In fact, you threw another log into the wood stove and brewed up a fresh pot of coffee. No reason to stress about trying to look busy when you knew your boss would be doing the same thing if he were here with you waiting.

Once the coffee was finished you fixed yourself a cup and sat by the fire, completely absorbed by the tale in your ear: friends camping with no one else around, being taunted by something. A truly unsettling tale regardless it it were paranormal, a druggie, or a stalker.

A knock on the front door nearly sent the remainder of your hot beverage spilling and your fingers visibly trembled as they touched your earbud to pause the story. Jesus Christ. Did the person arrive in a fucking spaceship? You didn't hear anything coming up the gravel road nor parking in the gravel lot. Taking a few deep breaths to settle your racing nerves, you stood and walked to the door. You cracked it open to the width of your head, just enough to see the person standing on the, thankfully, well covered porch. “Can I help you?”

“Hm. You don't look like a Joey Wagner,” the man on the porch mat said, a single pale brow arching.

Holy shit. He was really handsome. “No. He's my boss. I'm one of the forest rangers beneath him. What can I help you with?” You opened the door wider in an attempt to get a sight of whatever vehicle he showed up in. Despite not having much knowledge in cars, you knew that “T” anywhere. So, you were right: he might as well have shown up in a spaceship.

“I'm Aemond Targaryen. I'm here to install the Vhagar security system and cameras,” he paused and looked around, curious of the exterior of the ranger's lodge and surrounding woods. “I'm.. a... I'm a little surprised you want such a system here.”

“You and me both. Apparently it's your best one, right? I dunno what's been spooking Joey but whatever it is must be pretty weird. That thing's probably my entire yearly salary and then some,” you laughed dryly, gesturing to the briefcase he held. “I'm Y/N,” you added with a smile. “He's running late this morning, but told me you'd be here. I was expecting someone more, uhm...,” you tilted your head and closed one eye as if you were looking at him through a telescope. “Nerdy?” You mused aloud, nose scrunching with the somewhat embarrassing admission.

That sent a grin across his face. His chin tilted up as he regarded you down the long straight line of his nose. “I could say the same about you and forest rangers.”

Beneath your green and tan uniform your skin prickled. Something in you thrummed. This was bad news. Very bad news. When the hell was Joey going to be here? You tried to shake off the sensation his sweeping gaze gave you. He had a long paling scar over his the right side of his angular chiseled face, and there seemed to be something off about his right eye too. You didn't say anything about it and tried not to stare. “Anyway, wanna get started? It's warmer in here, I promise,” you gestured a thumb over your shoulder and swung the door wide so he might step inside.

“Yeah, thanks. It'll take awhile to get all finished. The rest of today and maybe half of tomorrow or so, too,” he admitted as he strode inside.

You whistled lowly at that – at his remark, not his backside – unaware it'd be such an ordeal. “That long?” His hair was long and beautiful in a way you didn't often see men wear their hair; so blonde it was a silvery-white. He had it pulled back in a simple ponytail. It hung a little loose and you couldn't help but wonder if he put it up in haste this morning. Aside from his Adidas shoes (which stuck out adorably, you thought to yourself), he wore all dark colors. Blacks, grays, and only the barest hints of white. Jacket, sweater, the neck of what you assumed was a t-shirt, and straight legged pants. Casually and mindfully layered.

Inside was much warmer, indeed. So much so that Aemond immediately took his jacket off. The simple gesture sent clean laundry and the faintest trace of cologne wafting your way; the fine muscles behind your ears flexed with the reveal. His sweater looked unbearably soft and you hated yourself for being so drawn to a man you literally just met three minutes ago. He was unfairly good-looking, yeah, but what if he was a jerk too because of it? "You weren't lying," he said, giving you a glance from his left side. "It's cozy. Is it just you here?"

You gestured him to follow you through the place. "For now, yeah. Here's the security room. Everything's open and unlocked so you should be able to do whatever you need to. Joey will be here eventually." The room was a little cramped with multiple monitors, desks, cabinets, and general clutter; papers, writing things, wrappers, cups, the like. "Oh shit. Sorry sorry. I should have cleaned it up. I didn't realize the boss left it such a mess," heat rose in your cheeks as you rolled your eyes, annoyed.

"I'm not worried," he replied calmly, seemingly unbothered by the mess. Taking advantage of a clean space you just cleaned, he placed the briefcase atop it and opened it up. With your back to him he found himself giving you another glance or two, grinning privately. How could someone make that uniform look so good?

"Care for coffee or water?" You asked, all the counter space now clear of clutter. Various wrappers crinkled in your pockets and you held four empty cups between both hands.

"Coffee, please. Black," he answered.

You pushed the door further open with the help of your foot and butt, leaving Aemond alone to get started on the lengthy process. Once in the kitchen you gave yourself a few extra minutes to collect yourself. Frankly, you felt half-silly for being so enamored by this tall, lithe, long haired stranger. He probably had a girlfriend back home!

"Here you are," you said upon returning, placing a mug down for him.

"Thank you," he said, turning his gaze up to you appreciatively. "Do you ever see weird things on these in the middle of the night?"

Instead of sitting down you opted to stand with one hand on your hip and the other flat atop the desk. You leaned against the edge and turned your head to look over the various monitors in an attempt to not stare at him. "Sometimes," you answered honestly, weighing how much you wanted to divulge. "Lights with no apparent light source are a more common occurance. Sick animals can look extremely strange," you paused and chuckled nervously. "Of course, there's always random homeless people, vagabonds, and even drunk or drugged out people." From your peripheral you realized he hadn't taken his eyes off you and it sent a shudder of embarrassment down your back. Did you have something on your face? "What?" You asked, turning your attention to him, then, breath catching in your throat.

It was his turn for color to creep in his cheeks. "Ugh. I was staring, huh? Sorry. You're just, uh... really pretty," he said, caught and guilty, rubbing the back of his neck. "I was expecting a Joey to match that deep voice on the phone. Not like a Dawson's Creek Joey."

Before you had a chance to reply the front door swung open and the booming voice of the actual Joey called, "hey, hey, so sorry to be late! Damn dog killed another squirrel and my youngest was the one to find it. Poor thing nearly had a panic attack."

"Oh damn. Sorry to hear that, boss," you hollered back, cringing.

"Hard lessons for kids to learn," he said, appearing in the doorway sipping on his own cup. He was a big man and easily took up the whole width of it, and the chair he sat upon groaned beneath his weight. "Enough of that though! If it isn't Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security! I was surprised as shit to hear it'd be you installing these. Don't you normally have grunts to do this work?"

Aemond chuffed and shook the older man's massive hand. "Usually, yeah. My dad's fixing to retire soon and my older brother doesn't want to take up the mantle. So here I am doing boots-on-the-ground training to get a feel of things before taking his place."

"Good boy! You'll be the youngest wealthiest mother fucker around!" He belly laughed and clapped his free hand atop Aemond's. "Now! Walk me through this. This ain't no joke. There's been some wild shit going on and I intend to catch whatever it is. If I get famous I'll be sure to mention you too, boy," he drank half his coffee in a single chug and put his game face on.

"I've got rounds to make. I'll check on you guys in a couple hours," you said with a grin. You lingered on Aemond a moment longer. When you caught his gaze you give him a little look, letting him know you heard him and thought similairly. At least, you hoped that's what you silently communicated.

You never believed in love at first sight. But, lust at first sight? Maybe that's what burned low in your belly.

Through the single window he watched you jump into one of the ranger's newer model orange jeeps. A perfect ride for out here, he thought, distracted as you backed the wrangler out and drove away – a stark difference to his Tesla.

-

Your rounds took much longer than originally anticipated and you didn't return until nearly 5 o'clock. Thankfully, the turn of seasons was happening and it was still light outside. Pulling in to park you were surprised to see Aemond's car still in the same spot. It seemed the day was longer than anticipated all around! With the assistance of your visor mirror you took your hair down and ran your fingers through it, glad to finally let it fall free after a day's work. Joey was still here too, and you wanted to at least say bye to him before leaving for the night. You hopped out and started making your way in that direction.

"I'm right here, don't let me startle you," the unfamiliar voice of Aemond called from the tree line. Thank God he said something because he would have startled you out there.

You let out a half strangled laugh. "Thanks for the heads up. But, what are you doing?" You asked, curious steps walking in his direction. He was on a ladder about halfway up a tree. Each time he reached up the hem of his shirt lifted to flash a peek of the pale skin of his lean abdomen and slender hips. Damnit. He must have ditched his sweater sometime ago for he only wore his plain white t-shirt now.

"Just finishing getting the cameras up. Twenty-four in total across the nearest five miles or so," he replied with a final click. "There." Despite the chilly temperature sweat still glistened on his face and neck. He tipped his head down and rolled his bicep up at the same time, using the arm of his tee to wipe his brow. As he came down the ladder you saw his ponytail was replaced by a sloppy bun instead. Loose strands stuck to the dampness of his skin, and some of the more wispy fly-aways stuck out at varying directions. If you thought him handsome before, he, somehow, was even more so now.

"Joey made you do that all by yourself!?" Five miles of carrying ladders and equipment? You wanted to smack your boss.

He shook his head as he landed on both feet, momentarily breathless. "No. We've been together until just, oh, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Wife called him," he gestured to the lodge.

"Oh. Good! I was gonna kick his ass." Secondhand tiredness crept into your bones. "I'm gonna go say bye before heading out. Need help with anything?"

He shook his head for a second time. "I don't think so. Mostly just want to get back to the hotel and shower. I feel disgusting." Lifting up the neckline of his shirt he used it to wipe his face dry, thankful to finally be on the ground to do so without fear of falling off. "And I am starving. What's the best place to eat around here?"

Was he fishing or were you wishing? "There's a really good sandwich place just as you're getting into town. That's where I'm stopping to get dinner anyway," you smiled, belly rumbling loudly in answer.

He sighed contentedly at the idea. "I'll be hitting it up, thanks. If I didn't have to stay and finish a few things I'd ask to meet you there, but...," he paused, eyeing your reaction. You didn't say anything, yet he must have caught the excited glimmer in your eyes. "Maybe next time."

You smiled and unintentionally fluffed your hair up from the roots, hip propped out with your casual stance. "Sounds fun. Good night, Aemond. Drive safe," you said before turning and walking with a little too much purpose to the lodge, gravel crunching beneath your heavy work boots.

"Hey, Y/N," he called after you after a moment, long strides closing the distance between you. When you stopped and let him catch up, he asked, "can I get your number? So I can warn you when I'm here tomorrow. You looked a little scared this morning. Don't wanna do that again." His features remained neutral. His eyes (eye? that one seemed almost completely unresponsive and you weren't sure if it was even real), however, sparked with a mischief that sent your stomach flipping. Obviously you barely knew the guy, but you swore his voice dropped a little lower with the new closeness.

You exhaled. "I was that obvious? Dang. I was hoping I played it off more cool," you tsked yourself beneath your breath, pulling your phone from its pocket. He did the same and you both swiped them open to exchange numbers. His thumb tapped a few times on the screen and your phone dinged. 'Aemond' appeared at the top and a single dragon emoji was the only thing his text read. Despite yourself, you smirked.

"See you in the morning, ranger girl."

-

The next morning you found yourself fixing another fire and pot of coffee, peacefully idle and waiting for the others to arrive. Your phone chimed. It was a message and photo from Aemond.

Hope you're hungry. The girls at your fave sandwich place knew your order. On my way now.

Attached was a photo of a paper food bag seat belted into his passenger seat. Something more than excitement rose in your belly and you actually giggled. Handsome and sweet? No way he was single.

Fifteen minutes later he arrived with a soft knock. "You didn't have to get me breakfast. Way too kind of you, honestly."

He squinted and smirked softly. "Good morning to you as well." He stepped inside and closed the door behind, happy to be where it was warm. "It really wasn't a bother. Gives me an excuse to spend a little more time with you," he winked.

"Were your ears tingling last night? I only thought about texting you fifty times, at least," you admitted, flirting back.

"Should have. Hotels by yourself are terribly boring."

You two ate fully loaded breakfast sandwiches and you were more than a little surprised he ate all of his. Those things were huge! Before any time at all passed, it was already noon and you and Aemond had chatted the morning away in the security room. Everything seemed to be working well. He'd done a fantastic job at setting the cameras up yesterday and Joey beamed in excitement.

"I need to do my rounds before I don't. Catch you both later," you said reluctantly.

Just as you were stepping out of the room, Aemond called after you, "hey Y/N! Before you go..." His face spelled mischief. You arched a brow at him, waiting. "About Lord of the Rings and Frodo's journey...," – your conversation a few tangents ago – "why didn't Gandalf just call the eagles for them to fly to Mordor? Seems like that would have been a lot faster and smarter."

You were dumbfounded. "Excuse me?" You asked, fluttering a series of blasphemous blinks at him. "Seriously Aemond? And here I thought we were vibing. We're not friends anymore." You slammed the door but not before flipping him off. With both middle fingers. In the hallway you snorted and laughed in disbelief.

The door did little to block Aemond and Joey's uproar of laughter.

Handsome, sweet, and a jerk in good humor? How dare him!

-

The next day you didn't hear from Aemond, and you weren't going to lie to yourself: it kind of sucked. Despite knowing him for so brief a time, you missed him!

Thankfully, it was time for your weekend though. It was full dark by now and you were worn out from the week. You quickly changed into pajamas and flopped on your bed to find something to watch. Settling on reruns of one of your favorite shows, you found yourself staring at the black screen of your phone. Should you text him? As if your thoughts had traveled miles away right into Aemond's brain, it chimed with his message.

Hey ranger girl. I wanted to swing by the lodge today but wasn't able to. I'm in town for a few more days and was wondering if I could take you out to dinner before I go?

Holy shit holy shit holy shit. You texted back embarrassingly fast.

Only if you swear to never talk bad about LotR again.

Pinky promise. Tonight?

You looked down at yourself and snorted.

Definitely not, sorry. Tomorrow?

Yes. God I can't wait to see you out of that dorky uniform.

You had nothing appropriate to say and left him on read, lest you say something humiliating you'd regret.

-

The following evening was a clear cool night and you were glad you wore pants instead of a dress, and a leather jacket instead of a cardigan. Part of you was sad to leave the toasty confines of your 4-Runner, but it quickly dissolved once you saw Aemond standing outside the bar and grill restaurant talking to someone on his phone. He wore an elevated version of the outfit you originally met him in. What caught you off-guard, however, was his hair. Those long silvery-white tresses were pulled back into an intricate braid and you couldn't help but gawk. He looked devastatingly handsome. You saw him notice you, and butterflies turned in your belly at the heat and weight of his gaze.

"A leather jack and red lipstick? How did you know that was my favorite?" he asked as you hopped up next to him, twirling playfully for his attention. "Shit, you're lovely. I'm so glad you said yes to this."

You smiled at him, pretty white teeth beaming as you tired to reel your excitement in. "So are you. I'm going to have to sit on your lap so no other girls think you're free for the taking," you half cooed, black lashes giving your eyes an opened appearance that only elevated your playfulness.

He hummed and gave you a long look, tilting his head in direction of the entrance. "You'll get no argument." He reached out and you took his hand, suddenly bashful as his long fingers laced between yours. His palm was very warm; thoughts and images filled your mind of those hands all across your bare skin. The natural bow of his mouth lifted in a little smirk.

The restaurant was fairly busy tonight: you were lucky to snag a booth by the window. You both ordered a drink and agreed to skip the appetizer to instead indulge on something from their dessert menu. Him, an old fashioned bourbon, and you, a gin with pomegranate liqueur and lemon juice. Conversation flowed easily while you waited, the ambiance of the restaurant absorbing both of you in with ease.

With the help of a little liquid courage, you found yourself asking a question that'd been on your mind since first meeting. "I gotta ask," you started, looking over the scarred half of his face curiously. "What happened?" You gestured over your own face letting him know what you meant.

He briefly bit at his bottom lip. "Childhood accident," he answered with a sigh. "It was pretty brutal, actually," he added with a dry half-laugh. "One of my nephews got me with a knife. We were wild boys. Them moreso than me, but still, wild like boys can get. I ended up loosing my right eye and opted to get a prosthetic one instead of having an empty socket."

You gasped, truly in shock, and reached across the table to squeeze his hand. "Oh my God, Aemond. That's horrible."

He wasn't hot or sweaty, but your skin was delightfully cooler than his and he got more comfort out of it than you realized. "It was. The scar actually looks much better now than in the past. I've learned to live with it well enough. Driving is sometimes a struggle because of it, though. That was a big learning curve."

The waiter came back for your food order. Aemond chose the pork tenderloin with apricot almond chutney, herb roasted potatoes, and broccoli, and you chose the crusted ahi with cucumber, bell pepper, and red onion salad topped with a ginger soy vinaigrette – with no onion. Red onions, raw or cooked, destroyed your palette.

Both of your drinks were nearly gone by then; you couldn't speak for Aemond, but you were definitely feeling looser. Not drunk by any means, but a warm buzz that blushed your cheeks, hooded your eyes, and made your smile all the easier. "So, Aemond Targaryen of Dragon Security, what else do you do in and outside of your work?"

"You looking like that across from me is making focus very difficult," he replied, idly trailing the tip of his finger around the rim of his glass. He leaned back and flashed you a little smirk, the lovely color of his eye seeming to shrink. "It's a family business. We make high quality security cameras. My brother's invention, the Sunfyre system, specializes in daytime monitoring, and my sister's invention, the Dreamfyre system, specializes in nighttime monitoring." He sipped at his drink, wetting his lips with the smooth, fragrant liquor. "And mine, the Vhagar system, takes and elevates both. The beefest and strongest system by far. So, whatever your boss wants to find in those woods, he'll have the absolute best chance with what I set up for him."

You listened, genuinely interested, and did your very best to focus on his words and not the he sat across from you. "Honestly that's an entirely different world than anything I know," you shook your head amusedly. "Gross rich people stuff."

You continued talking about it until your meal came. It looked and smelled divine. "I'll check on you again shortly," the waiter said with a wide handsome smile.

Sticking out like a sore thumb was a pile of red onions atop your salad. All it took was a single glance between you and Aemond for him to know you wouldn't mention anything about it to the waiter – instead choosing to pluck them off your plate and try to enjoy your dinner regardless.

He wasn't about to let that happen. "She asked for no onions," Aemond said flatly up to the other man, one of his pale brows arching up in silent judgment.

"Oh! I'm so sorry! Let me have them remake it for you," the waiter said apologetically, disappearing with the plate quicker than you could say it's okay.

You wanted to sink down into the booth and disappear. Before you could stop giggling, and before Aemond could wipe the smug expression off his face, your new plate arrived. As well as a refill of your drinks.

"Her entree and both beverages are on the house tonight," the waiter said brightly as he placed everything down. You reached for the drink and sipped appreciatively.

"Just a refill for the lady, thank you. I'm driving," Aemond said with a hint of that same expression as before. That worked for the waiter and he was off again, busy with other tables. "Hey," he muttered to you, lower and softer than you've heard him before. He scooted closer to the window and patted the spot next to him. "Come sit by me, pretty girl."

An excited blush crept into your cheeks as you did so, and you leaned your knee against his beneath the table. His free arm draped across the back of the booth, engulfing you with the warmness of himself. You both ate and chatted, and you found out he travels far and wide. "French is my favorite language," you admitted blissfully. "So lovely to listen to. I can't speak it for the life of me, but listening to it?" You made an approving gesture with your hand.

"I don't quite have the accent down, but I'm fairly fluent in it...," he said, low and husky, as he tipped his head closer to yours. He whispered by your ear, and his breath fanning across your skin tickling your spine. "Je veux parler fran��ais entre tes cuisses."

A satisfied sigh escaped your lungs. You reveled in the way the natural rasp of his voice sounded with the language. "What did you say?"

"I want to speak french between your thighs."

A breath caught in your throat and you nearly choked on it. "Shut the fuck up. You did not just say that," you sputtered, immediately turning your head to meet his gaze.

He chuckled, palm trailing across your thigh beneath the table. "I did say that. And I do mean it."

"Aemond Targaryen...," you whispered in return, looking him square in the eye. You were pleasantly buzzed and the courage it gave you prompted your next movements. "Let's say we get out of here and you can show me that boring hotel room of yours." With a tilt of your head you slowly pressed your mouth to his, kissing him with the fire that began building in your core.

He hummed into the kiss and deepened the affection, holding the side of your neck with a need of his own. Pulling away, he quickly laid more than enough cash on the table, not bothering to wait for the tab.

The smear of your lipstick matched the faint stain of it on his own lips as he lead you out of the restaurant.

-

In the room, Aemond closed the door with a deliberate click and wasted little time in pushing you up against the nearest wall; your arms draped over his shoulders all the while, lips barely leaving each other. "You have no idea how bad I've wanted to do this since I first saw you at the lodge," he rasped against your mouth, kissing down your chin and throat with sloppy need. His hands were somehow all over you at once: waist, hips, ass, throat, everywhere.

You gasped, arching between him and the wall, shuddering in anticipation and excitement alike. "You should have," you murmured in reply, hands tugging off his jacket in near desperation. "I almost had a heart attack when I saw your hair in that stupid bun. I should have taken your clothes off to help you cool down right then and there," you teased in response.

A groan came from the back of his throat. "Je suis peut-être tombé amoureux," I might have fallen in love he rumbled with a smirk. You didn't know what he said but you also didn't care, because next thing you knew his teeth sunk into the slope of your neck and shoulder and you moaned. "Like being bitten?" He asked, doing it again in a slightly different spot.

"Yeah," you managed to gasp out, turning your head to entice him along. His laugh vibrated against your neck as he sucked the sensitive skin between his teeth, aiming to leave a mark. "Hey!" You gasped, giggling.

"Not gonna let you forget this, pretty girl." He tore your jacket off and threw it near his, already gripping the hem of your shirt. "Plan to make you feel it tomorrow," he added smugly, lifting your shirt off and tossing it aside. You wore one of your fun bras, lace and straps accenting the curve of your bust. "Oh, fuck, look at these beautiful tits," he groaned again, immediately bending to kiss and lick over your bare cleavage.

"You're a big talker. Are you sure you can follow through with all of that?" You questioned as if your skin wasn't already goosebumped, nipples weren't already pebbled with need, and the apex of your thighs wasn't already hot with the primal desire to be fucked and stuffed full.

He growled with your challenge, single eye looking down at you darkly. "That's the plan." In three motions he wrapped an arm around your waist, turned with you flush to him, and stepped to push you onto the bed. You landed heavily, thighs clenching as you watched him discard his shirt. He was long and lean like a swimmer, with a pale patch of hair at the center of his chest and trailing below his navel to disappear beneath his pants. A new wave of warmth pooled between your thighs and your pants felt much too tight.

"Stronger than you look too, Targaryen," you taunted, squeezing your thighs together. You looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. Lust burned through your blood and you couldn't help the heave of your breasts.

Both his hands moved to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants to ease some of the pressure on his obvious arousal. He made no move to do anything else. "You're a big talker too." Kneeling at the edge of the bed he pulled you further down the mattress, calculating and amused. You helped him help you out of your pants, hips squirming so he could pull them down your legs. Carefully, he parted your legs and laughed a deep mocking sound. "I haven't even touched you and you're wet through your panties. So needy," he crooned, thumb barely grazing down the line of your covered slit.

You shivered, unaware and unable to bite back a whimper. "Aemond...," you gasped, the shocks his touch gave you sparking yet even more heat to pool inside you.

"And sensitive," he purred, watching your face as he continued to slowly trace along you; heavy eyed and smeared lipstick made you look all the more adorable. "Si amusant à manger. Embrasser. Lécher." So fun to eat. To kiss. To lick. He kissed the inside of your thighs in punctuation, the sounds of them sending embers up your spine. Wide hands trailed up and down your legs, over your belly, across your hips. He kissed your covered mound until the full length of your legs tightened.

"Take 'em off... move 'em to the side. Something," you panted, eyes already threatening to unfocus with the tantalizing teasing.

He had nothing to say, his mind just as clouded with lust as your own. Tugging the damp center of your panties to the side, he licked a long line up through your soaked, silky folds, groaning a hitched sound from the center of his throat.

You rolled up against him while your hands flew down to his head, fingers sinking through the smoothness of his intricate braid. Pleasure left your parted mouth.

A little moan of his own answered yours. Lick, suck, kiss. Over and over again with varying speeds and pressure, pulling more of those lovely sounds from your pretty mouth. The combination was nearly obscene; wet, lewd, eager. He carelessly pulled your panties full off and discarded them.

"Oh my God...," you drawled, gripping into his hair as he continued his delightful assault on every part of your pussy. Sucking your clit, sinking his tongue inside your saturated walls, licking over everything as if his own orgasm depended on it.

Stopping for only a moment, he reached up to the front of your bra and pulled the cups down to send your breasts spilling free. He palmed over them roughly, squeezing the soft flesh until you hissed between your teeth, body arching for his mouth's attention once more. He pinched at your nipples as his head dipped down again, hot tongue and handsome lips going right back to work.

"Yes... please, fuck! I'm so close!" Your core burned and tightened, and you were past caring if anyone in the neighboring rooms heard you.

"That's right... be a good girl and come so I can really fuck you," he hummed, delving right back in until you were trembling beneath him.

The intensity of your climax left your fingers tingling and toes curling as your thighs squeezed around his head. You were sure you'd rip some of his hair out, but the near desperate groan that left his throat told you he fucking loved it. He eased his actions on you but never truly stopped, increasing and lengthening the waves of your pleasure as you rode them out.

Once you were done, basking in the afterglow of your orgasm, he finally stood and joined you on the bed. "Open the front pocket of my bag right there. Yeah, that one. Grab the condom for me," he said as he kissed over your jaw and neck, beginning to shift out of his own pants.

"I have an IUD. We're not using that bullshit," you replied cheekily, helping him out of his pants. He kicked them off and his briefs followed, and you instantly saw why he made sure you came first. Not only did he have a beautiful cock, but it was big.

"Fuck, babe, you're gonna let me come in your pretty pussy?" He asked, gripping your body to roll you onto your belly.

You moved with his prompts and nodded. "Yeah," you said and looked up at him from over your shoulder, shifting your legs to prop your ass up. It accentuated the natural curve of your spine and that sight alone would have gotten him hard.

With one hand he held onto the soft meat of your hip while the other held himself, lining up with your hot little cunt that was on full display for him. He inched in, drawing back once half of him had sunk into you, only to plunge into you all at once. "Shit...," he hissed, grip denting harshly into your flesh.

You fisted the sheets, whimpering at the absolute fullness of his cock buried in you. While nestled in you, he unclasped the back of your bra and helped you out of it, briefly lingering on the faint lines it left on your skin; an odd sort of intimacy making him appreciate the sight. "Take me," you whispered, breathless, belly slowly building up with a new coil of bliss.

Pulling his hips back, he snapped them forward against you. "Taking me so well, pretty girl," he praised. Using both hands, now, he propped you up into a better position, steadily rocking into you as he did so. The sounds that poured from your mouth were a mix of elation and lust, desire taking hold of all your senses as your body yielded to his intrusion. The way he slid in and out of you, the way your tight walls gripped around him, and the way the muffled whines that came from you each time he rammed into your deepest parts made him half insane. "Getting sooo messy, baby," his words were accented by his pelvis slamming against your upturned ass; sticky, squelching, skin on skin.

You were embarrassingly close again, eyes rolled closed. "Feels so good," you cooed from beneath, mind fully drunk on him.

"Yeah? Gonna fuck your pretty face into the mattress. Can't have you so loud that someone comes knocking," he said as he fisted into your hair, turning your head into the blankets and pillows that smelled like him. His pace grew faster, sloppier, and you knew he had to be close too. That deep sensitive spot inside you was being absolutely bullied; cockhead slammed against and past it, meeting your deepest wall, only to drag backwards along it, over and over.

"Aemond!" The mattress muffled your cry of pleasure and your second peak left you numb and weightless, mind totally blank save for the man who drove you there.

With a final push he drove into you with a guttural groan. The full length of him twitched inside your pulsating walls, coating your insides with his release. An obscene mixture of your creamy arousal and his seed oozed out from around him to dribble onto the bed. You both laughed in the aftershocks, static buzzing your brain as the lewd, heady scents of sex filled the air around you.

"Fuck, that felt good," he rasped, slowly pulling out of you and watching his cum leak from your core. "I'll get us a towel in a minute. I just need to catch my breath," he added with a lazy, glorious smile, laying flat on his back with momentary exhaustion.

You laid on your belly beside him, taking in the angles of his face and how they softened in his post-sex bliss. "No. Not yet. I'm not finished with you yet," you said slyly, pushing yourself up to flip a leg over his middle. You bent and kissed him, pushing your fingers through the damp hair from his hairline to his crown, braid no longer neat. Already half hard again, it didn't take long for him to catch his breath beneath you; fiery and refueled from your display of sensuality.

"What about you car?" He asked, biting the top of your shoulder.

"What about it? We can get it in the morning. I wanna ride this big cock."

There very well might have been some noise complaints from his room that night. Neither of you cared. Once you were both finally satisfied to the point of silliness, sleep came easy. When the morning came and he drove you back to the restaurant? You were mesmerized at how his features glowed golden with the cloudless sun.

"A 4-Runner? Lots more room in there than mine...," he teased and gave you a questioning look, testing the waters.

You hummed thoughtfully, returning his look. "Well, yeah. But, might need to put it to the test. Just to, you know, see which one is better."

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A First For Everything

Lute X Virgin! Male Reader (Smut)

Every Since Your Arrival In Heaven You've Been Chased After By The Other Charming Woman. Adam, Being The Dumbass First Man Becomes Jealous Of The Attention Your Getting. So, When He Finds Out Your A Virgin He Wastes No Time Spilling The Tea. Later That Night You Hear A Knocking On The Door, To Your Surprise Its Lute. I Suppose There's A First For Everything.. Warnings: Smut, Slight Bullying, Readers First Time, Playing With Wings, Kissing, Cursing, Not Fully Naked, And Blow Job. Part 1 - Part 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You Had Been In Heaven For Quite Some Time And Its Fair To Say The Ladies Had Quite An Eye For You. You Didn't Mind The Flirting And Conversations As Much, But You Wouldn't Let It Go Any Further Than That. Not Because You Didn't Want To, But Because You Were A Virgin. You Just Hadn't Found A Reason To Have Intimacy On Earth And There Shouldn't Have Been A Problem With That. Sure, You Had Desires And The Need To Make Love. But, It Just Didn't Happen. Today Was Just About A Day Like Any Other, You Were Walking Around Heaven, Giving A Wave To All The Females Whom You Past And Chatting It Up With The Guys. The Next Extermination Wouldn't Be Coming Up For About Another Month So The Angel Count Was Higher Right Now. That Also Meant Adam Was Back. Great, That Man Had No Problem Fucking Every Single Woman Here In Heaven If He Felt Like It. And Boy, Felt Like It He Did. It Always Set You Off. You Could Understand Why Lilith And Eve Left Him, He's A Total Womanizer. You Sighed When You Heard His Voice Nearby. The Woman Around You Took Notice Too. Mere Moments Later Adam Was Face To Face With You, Slurping A Near Empty Soda. " Wassup, Man. " He Said With A Chuckle, Pointing Finger Guns At You. The Nerve Of This Guy, For Real. " Hey, Adam. What Can I Do Ya For? " You Spoke With A Slight Irritated Tone, He Was So Loud. Every Time He Came Around You It Feels Like Going To The Stoe With A Crying Toddler. " Nothing Much, Man. I Just Keep Noticing You Stealing All My Bitches, And That Is So Not Cool. " He Finished Slurping The Rest Of His Drink And Threw It At You. He Then Adjusted His Wings. You Noticed Lute A Few Seconds After, Standing In Her Military Pose. She Didn't Really Speak Unless It Was Backing Adam Up. But You Had Liked That She Wasn't One Of Those Ladies That Clung Onto Him. You Grunted When The Cup Landed At Your Face And Sighed. You Picked The Cup Up And Threw It Away " Adam, First Man, I Am Not Trying To Take Anyone Of These Respectable Ladies Away From You. Chill, Dude. " " Whatever Fucker. You Know That I'm The Original Dick! All Your Dicks Descend From Me, I'm Fucking Adam! Don't Go Thinking You're All High And Mighty Cause You Got Fair Looks. " He Shouted With A Scoff, Pointing His Hand To His Member. " Yeah! He's The Original Dick, Go Fuck Your Own Ass! " Lute Said Pointing To You Before Standing Back Into Position. " Lute, Fuck. Chill. Bitch. " Adam Scoffed. He Then Proceed To Laugh At You Before Leaving With A Few Females In His Arms. Lute Following Behind Him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You Weren't Aware At Forst Until You Noticed The Snickering Coming From The Extermination Females. You Raised An Eyebrow And Shook It Off, But The Worrisome Knot In Your Stomach Didn't Go Away. The Men Had Been Laughing At You Every Time You Passed Them. Finally Thats When You Overheard What Was Being Talked About. " How Does This Man Pull Anybody, He's A Virgin " One Guy Laughed. The Other Male's Followed Behind With More Whispers And Snickering. Embarrassed And Highly Annoyed You Made Your Way Back To Your House. You Knew Exactly Who Had Managed To Pull This Stunt And To Say You Were Enraged Wouldn't Even Begin To Describe How You Were Feeling. This Was Suppose To Be Heaven, Yet The Way Everybody Was Suddenly Treating You Because You're A Virgin.. Really Makes You Feel Like You're In Hell. You Hadn't Came Back Out Of Your Quarters At All That Day, Figuring You'd Need Time To Let The Talk Of The Town Die Down. You Hadn't Confirmed It To Be True So Hopefully Nobody Will Continue To Worry About It. You Sighed Sitting On Your Couch. Just When You Thought You Were Going To Have A Regular Day. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Evening Turned To Night Quicker Than You Realized. You Were Disrupted From Your Tv Show By A Knocking At The Door. You Stood Up And Flew Down, Opening The Door To Be Greeted By Lute. Your Expression Is One Of Utter Confusion As She Makes Her Way Inside And Sits On Your Couch. You Takle A Second To Process Her Arrival Before Groaning And Closing The Door Behind You. You Make Your Way In Front Of Her. " Why Are You Here, Lute? " You Said With Slight Irritation. You Knew Adam Was The Cause For The Rumor And Lute Was Always At His Feet. " I Hear You're A Virgin..? I'm Here To Change That. " She Speaks As She Crosses Her Legs. Her Arms Crossed Against Her Chest. She Wasn't Kidding. " You Aren't Going To Laugh At Me, Or Beat Me Up About This. What's In It For You, To Go Run To Adam As Proof That I Am A Virgin " You Scoffed, You Could See She Was Serious But You Needed More Proof " Adam Doesn't Know I'm Here. I'm Just Wanting To Help You Out, Okay. We've Had Our Fights So Its Not Like I'm A Stranger. I'll Be Gentle. " Lute Looked You In The Eyes And Spoke In A Stern Reassuring Tone. You Wont Lie, The Idea Of Having Intimacy With Lute Was Everyman's Dream. You've Even Thought Of It. So After A Moment Of Thinking You Nodded Your Head Yes. Lute Smiled And You Two Made Your Way To The Bedroom. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Before You Could Truly Process What Was Happening, You Were Seated On The Bed And Lute Was In Between Your Thighs. She Was Gently Caressing Your Member, The Feeling Of It Hardening Sent A Shiver Down Your Spine. This Was Really Happening, You Felt Your Hard Member Press Against Your Pants. " Let Me Know When It Becomes To Much, Okay. Just Relax " Lute Spoke As She Took Your Pants And Boxers off, Exposing Your Hardened Member, You Had Pre-Cum Already Leaking Down. Lute Gently Started To Rub Your Member. Her Soft Hands Rubbing You And Down. You Closed Your Eyes, Enjoying The Sensation Being Given To You. Your Virgin Dick Twitched. She Brought Your Head To Her Mouth And Slowly Started To Tease Your Tip. You Grunted And Threw Your Head Back. Buckling Your Hips. Lute Smiled And Took You In, Swirling Her Tongue Around Your Cock As She Bobbed Her Head Up And Down. You Let Out A Couple Soft Moans, Just Enjoying The Feeling. Lute Was Gentle And Wanted To Make Sure You Felt Everything She Was Doing. She Jerked You Off Until You Felt A Knot In Your Stomach. You Had Never Experienced This Before But Your Cock Twitched And Felt The Need To Thrust Your Hips Into Her Mouth. Gripping Her Hair As You Shoved Yourself Inside Of Her, It Didn't Take Long For The Knot To Snap As You Came In Lutes Mouth. You Moaned Out As Lute Cleaned You Up. " You Did Well. Same Time Tomorrow? You Still Have A Lot To Learn "

[astrolavas]

Here's an ask for you to talk about any Hunter thing you want to talk about

THIS IS A PERFECT ASK THANK U LMAO i'm gonna use it up now..

been thinking abt all the instances where hunter's shown almost crying but never actually lets himself cry

just. growing up in the emperor's oven and being raised by belos and, in general, going through everything that he went through, he HAD to learn how to completely hide and mask his negative emotions. and it's not sth u can just.. UNLEARN at once.

showing vulnerability in the emperor's coven...... was definitely not sth you could just do, and definitely not a good idea. like, especially in belos' presence, hunter had to learn how to school his emotions and very carefully choose how he presented himself, for his own safety.

and even the coven members themselves; i can't imagine most scouts would react positively if any saw him cry. or even if USUALLY someone crying wouldn't be such a big deal, hunter definitely wouldn't have let himself do that. growing up powerless, he already had to struggle with being seen as less just for not having magic and he had to work twice as hard to be even a little respected. and, as we see in asias, he still isn't treated seriously by most covenheads; part of it COULD be his age but his lack of magic definitely played a big role in how he's perceived as well. in his situation he just.. couldn't afford to let himself appear as vulnerable, at all; even if others had that luxury. he'd rather mask that with anger than show sadness.

just, he was always kept to an impossibly high standard by belos and by his own need to be as helpful as he could, making himself appear as perfectly capable, a-okay, confident and just doing GREAT. which.... we all know he usually isn't doing as well as he likes to pretend he is.

but even if he didn't try to appear as such anymore and wanted to fully open up, after years of having to endure lots and lots of stuff, he just... most likely got used to a lot of it as well. after YEARS of the same bad things happening to you, you just become numb to some of it. dealing with belos, being the golden guard, working at the emperor's coven, having no support or friends, and every other thing he had to go through everyday throughout his entire life; after dealing with so much stuff for so long, you have to cope with it somehow.

numbness/being more resistant to certain things happening and just generally.. having a hard time acknowledging that you're not doing okay, not crying easily, not wanting ppl to pity you, the tendency to avoid confronting your feelings....... all of that can be seen as hunter's trauma response as well as a self-defense mechanism. and now that he's NOT in the emperor's coven anymore, even though he technically SHOULD be able to open up as he realizes he's safe around his friends, it's not gonna come easily to him.

because deep down he feels a LOT, many things constantly, but he's learnt how to deal with that in his own ways and he's been living in this state of having to act like nothing's wrong for Years; so those small moments in which he willingly opens up.. are a lot for him for sure

i can say with full certainty that he DID cry after hollow mind, once he got to hexside and let himself feel everything he felt and process everything he found out. he COULD because he ran away, hid, and was safely stored away from everyone's prying eyes. he cried it all out and THEN he could buuuury all those negative emotions deep down and pretend everything's fine once again, and appear totally "fine" (not fooling anyone though) when he stumbled across gus.

nevertheless, there were SO many moments in which his eyes teared up and he definitely wanted to cry, but he didn't. he's locked all those sad feelings away and it just makes me wonder whether the dam is eventually going to break, and once it all accumulates, once something becomes his last straw and EVERYTHING he's kept hidden for so long finally spills out of him, and the tears come again but this time don't get stopped in time. this would be a BIG moment for him; a sad one but also.. quite cathartic, in a way.

just............ thinking, y'know

[samantha-rae-velcher]

Silver and white

Geralt of rivia x Fem reader

Requested by: none

Warnings: swearing, fluff, protective Geralt, sad reader, yennefer vs Y/n dynamic!

A/n: I'm just laying in bed and I just decided to write this 🤣

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"He doesn't love you, you know that." Yennefer said, Y/n had her back turned to her. She was clenching her fists, ready to attack this bitch. How dare she!? Y/n and Geralt have been traveling together for how long now? Then Yennefer shows up and she thinks everything is gonna be all good? Like Geralt is gonna run up her ass the minute she shows her face?

"His friendship means more to me than life, he doesn't have to love me. I love him, and that's what matters." Y/n whispered, but I still echoed through the empty room.

She turned to Yennefer, Yen could see the pain and hatred in her eyes, and she loved it. She was hoping Y/n would slip up, just enough to make Geralt turn his back on her.

Yen took a couple of steps forward, they were a couple feet away from each other. Y/n looked her up and down, waiting for some more insults.

"He could never love someone like you!" She yelled, making tears fill Y/n's eyes. She clenched her fist again.

Yen suddenly felt as if she's lost all control of her own body, she tried to move but she couldn't.

"No no no, Yennefer. you see, Geralt and I have this relationship, I'm sure you wouldn't understand with your whole "Fucking every man in your path" thing you got going on here. But Geralt and I are close, it's none of that foo foo shit. We protect what's ours, in that case, each other."

With that she waved her hand and Yennefer was sent flying across the room and hit the wall with extreme force.

Y/n went outside and stopped by a small river, she bent down and picked up a rock, skipping it across the water.

"Is she right?" She asked herself.

"Is who right, Y/n?"

The thundering voice behind her made her jump, she spun around and was nearly knocked to her ass by how close he was.

"Geralt!" She said.

His eyes were still black from his hunt, he furrowed his brows and tilted his head.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

Y/n didn't want to say anything. She knew her White wolf cared for Yennefer, and she respected that.

"I.... nothing is wrong. Im perfectly fine."

He smiled and brushed her hair back, shaking his head. The elixir was finally weary off and his eyes were returning to the beautiful yellow.

"You're not a very good liar, Y/n"

He rested his hand on her shoulder gently caressing her neck with his thumb, Geralt knew just a small hint of affection would get her to spill her darkest secrets.

"It's Yennefer." She said, just barely above a whisper.

He knew it had something to do with her, he understood they both hated each other. This hunt was just supposed to be Geralt and y/n, but Yennefer had to show up out of the blue.

"What did she say?" He asked in a gruff voice.

Her eyes became glossy as she shook her head, he slowly pulled her in to his embrace. Geralt's warmth was as always so comforting, his black shirt is soft over his broad chest. Y/n melted when his arms wrapped around her, the sound of his heart beat makes her feel safe.

"What is-"

"I love you, Geralt." Her words came out as a whisper.

She half expected to give her a grunt in return, or to pull away, or to give her a speech on how loving him is dangerous. But he didn't. Instead his grip on her tightened and his head came to rest next to hers. His lips nearly touching her ear, Geralt's words nearly making her explode.

"I know, Y/n. And the witch told you I didn't feel the same? That I could never love someone like you?"

She nodded, her tears soaking into the front of his shirt. Geralt pulled away, looking down at her as he caressed her cheek.

"She wouldn't know love if it smacked her upside the fuckin head. When I look at you I see someone I need to protect, someone I would give my life for."

He pressed his lips to hers, pulling her up against him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss.

The suddenly heard someone or something crashing through the woods. Geralt stepped in front of Y/n, protecting her from what was coming and pulled out his sword. Yennefer stumbled out of the bushes looking like she was attacked by a bear.

"Geralt, I've been looking everywhere for you! Y/nearly killed me!"

He raised his eyebrows, faking surprise. She ran up to him nearly wiping out in the rocks, she grabbed his arms and gripped him tight. Y/n was still behind his large frame, to were Yen couldn't see her.

"She's gone mad, if we don't leave she'll try and kill me again. Geralt you need to protect me."

Y/n then stepped out from behind the large man, Yennefer stumbled back acting as if she was afraid for her life.

"Geralt." She said. "Geralt! She used her magic to throw me against the wall!"

He looked at her over his shoulder in surprise, sending her a smirk.

"You have magic?"

"Y-yes, but I don't use it often."

"GERALT!" Yennefer yelled. "She nearly killed me!"

"Someone should." He grumbled.

"W-what!?"

He got close to her holding his sword to her neck, Yennefer's eyes filled with fear.

"How could I ever love someone like you?''

Yennefer's heart was beating so fast, she didn't have her magic to protect her. She didn't know how to get out of this.

"Please, don't kill me."

He got closer till she could feel his breath on he face. Her body stiffened and she started shaking.

"Run. And don't you ever come back."

Yennefer spun around and took off up the bank and though the trees, she didn't know where she was going but she was getting the hell out of there.

Geralt turned back to Y/n who was watching the water, he took in the silence and headed over to her.

Geralt wrapped his arms around y/n, pulling her close.

"Mine."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed!

[kai-anderson-whore]

Stage fright (Evan peters x sister reader)

Summary: your evan’s younger sister, you weren’t in the limelight till you were older. deciding to follow in your brothers footsteps, but all was sudden when evan had to be the protector in a scary situation for you.

Warnings: panic attacks, Evan being all cute and protective, mentions of mean comments.

A/n: this was another request on Wattpad.

Taglist: @spill-the-t @iluwmycats @lili-tate @evanpeterswifeyy868 @jademunson @evanpetersfansblog @howtobesasha @lustforeverrrr @fand0mh03

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being the younger sister of an actor was hard. You didn't want to be in the limelight well right now anyway. But you wanted to spend time with your older brother Evan. He was six years older than you him only being twenty four and you only being eighteen.

It was hard most of the time to spend time with your brother outdoors. His fans asking him for pictures occasionally asking if your could join in, but Evan would explain the situation. His fans were great they would respect both of your wishes you would talk with them.

It was the paparazzi you didn't really like they wouldn't really respect your wishes. Evan would asks them not to photograph you both but they wouldn't listen. Which would upset you both. One day you had a thought about everything and what to do with your life. Coming to the conclusion that you want to follow in your big brothers footsteps.

You were seeing Evan again at his place letting yourself in a usual routine you did. You wondered for a bit eventually finding your brother in the kitchen cooking some dinner for you both. "Hey broski" you smiled hoisting yourself up on the counter, Evan stirring the pot of pasta you contemplated on telling him your news or not.

"There's something on your mind?" He says his eyes still on the pot in front of him. "It's just well I want to do acting" you sighed you knew if you go as far as Evan did you would really have time for yourself outdoors. "Okay what made you choose this y/n it's not all glamorous you should know" Evan's eyes now on yours. Swallowing a lump in your throat you didn't really have a proper explanation on why you wanted to choose this as a career path.

"Well I guess just hanging out with you all the time and I looked up to you since I was little Evan I guess I just want to be like you" you summed up. Evan felt his heart flutter with pride knowing he's a good role model for you. "We'll if it's really what you want to do then do it I'll help you out,of course if you want me to but no adult scenes I'm warning you" he said you let out a small chuckle shaking your head."Oh god no" you laughed.

(Two years later)

You fixed your dress looking at yourself in the mirror. You felt so nervous the palms of your hands sweating downing another glass of Prosecco. "Y/n we're ready for you now" the production team called out. You felt like you were going to faint till you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"You ready" Evan smiled you turned to face him taking deep breaths. "You don't mind coming out here with me Evan?" You asked running a hand through your hair. "Of course i don't, wouldn't want my little sis going out on a red carpet on her own now do I" he says guiding you to the carpet.

All the flashing cameras overwhelmed you, Evans hand on your back making sure you knew he was right beside you, but you felt like you were hyperventilating. 'Oh god not now' you thought feeling light headed. This couldn't be happening on your first ever movie premiere. Before you knew it the tears pricked your eyes and your breathing got worse.

Evan immediately noticed this taking you away from the red carpet. "One more y/n" one of the photographers yelled continuously but you couldn't hear. "No more pictures please" Evan politely said taking you further along the carpet.

"Just one more, just one more" the photographers kept asking annoying Evan as he kept refusing. But they never stop pleading, this was what Evan feared the most for you when I came to the media and whatnot and his fear became a reality.

"Look man I said no more pictures can't you see she's having a panic attack" Evan yelled in frustration. You both got to the end of the carpet avoiding everyone else Evan took you to a secluded area sitting you down on a chair. Your head felt it was going 100 miles an hour you found it hard to breathe.

"I can't do this Evan I can't do this" you repeated over and over again. Evan just held you in his arms like he always did whenever you had a panic attack. "Hey it's okay take deep breaths just copy me okay" he instructed now in front of you taking deep breaths for you to mimic.

Eventually you calmed down regaining your breath. Everything finally dawned on you what happened back there. "What have I done Evan I'm ruined now and I haven't even started my career" you worried about what the media would say that you couldn't even handle being photographed at a red carpet event, "you haven't ruined your career y/n. You never done anything like this before and you panicked, it overwhelmed you and that's completely normal and understandable". Evan assured you let out a small smile to your brother and his words of assurance.

"I think I'm ready to go back out there ev" you said after a few moments of trying to regain yourself fully. "Remember I'm here with you the full time, and take deep breaths" Evan told you as you hooked your arm with his walking to where the screening of your movie will be.

The next morning you woken up feeling a lot better. You laid in bed just thinking about last night you still wished you didn't have a panic attack. But you knew you couldn't have help it regardless. You heard a knock on your room door. Then the handle turned revealing your brother who had stayed the night to make sure you were fine.

"Morning" Evan smiled walking into your room with two cups of coffee offering you one with a sympathetic smile. "How's my little sister doing" he then asked sitting on the edge of your bed taking a sip of the bitter caffeine. "A lot better I'm too scared to look on my phone though in case i have bad press before my career even kickstarted" you sighed also taking a sip of you drink.

"We'll I'm sure a lot of people will understand that it was a huge event to go through a lot of pressure god I was almost like you when I had my first movie premiere I still get like that" Evan's words comforted you in some way you guessed that it was because of the amount of tv shows and movies he had and the award ceremonies he still gets a little stage fright after all those years.

"I'll have a look online" you whisper searching for your phone on the nightstand. Typing your password in and looking at all news articles from instagram, Facebook, twitter and Google. you saw the tabloids had their words to say which you weren't really interested in since they say anything to get views. What you were most interested in was the public's reactions end of the day your small yet growing fan base was from fans of your big brother.

"Well ?". Evan asked your eyes stayed fixated on the screen of your phone reading through the articles. Staying silent Evan took that as his queue to check with you. Shifting himself to sit beside you on the bed peering over your shoulder to look at the critics of last night.

All you both saw was people sticking up for you, wishing you felt better and that you were okay now. You saw some of the mean comments but the nice one's overtook the negative making you feel better. You couldn't help but laugh at Evan blushing that his fans were commenting how cute it was he got over protective of you and that he was a amazing big brother for taking you away from the situation.

"They aren't bad sure a few negative one's but everyone gets those I told you everything will all play out in the end" Evan praised making you smile giving him a hug. "Thanks ev" you whispered pulling away from him. He ruffled your hair knowing that annoys you "no problem kiddo" he smiles back at you.

[kennys-parka-jacket]

K2 week 2023

Day 4: Confession

Word count: 826

Kyle wonders why Kenny never takes his parka off. The answer is much darker than he expects.

It was too damn hot.

That was the reason why Kyle was currently shuffling alongside the road at one in the morning. Heat radiated from the concrete and a cloudless sky full of stars twinkled overhead. Every bit of snow has evaporated long ago leaving nothing but parched brown lawns and sidewalks hot enough to fry an egg on.

Kyle had spent the past four or so hours tossing and turning beneath a thin Terrance And Phillip blanket with the A.C. on blast and the ceiling fan turned all the way up. Despite his efforts a film of sweat coated his entire body, making sleep impossible. He was still hot and sweaty as he aimlessly walked through town, but at least now he was hopefully burning enough energy to get some shuteye before the sun rose.

There wasn't much to see. Everyone else in town was tucked away in their homes. Occasionally Kyle saw a window glowing orange or flickering from a TV screen, but those were the only signs of human life he encountered from the sleepy mountain town. He had spent so long by himself that he had begun to space out and nearly tripped when he finally bumped into another person.

The redhead muttered an apology as he rebalanced himself and craned his neck to get a look at the person he had just slammed half his body into. Two beady blue eyes peered back at him from behind a thick tangerine jacket.

"Oh. Hey", Kyle said more awkwardly than he intended. "Didn't expect to see you here".

Kenny shrugged and put his hands in his pockets. "I was just taking a walk. It's hot as fuck at my place. No point hanging around there".

"Is your A.C. still broken?".

Kenny nodded. "Yep. It's unbearable. We have fans for circulation, but I'm still sweating just sitting on the couch".

Kyle set his jaw. "You need to get that fixed. It's not safe to be without air conditioning in this kind of heat".

The other boy exhaled through his nostrils. "I know", he said with a slight edge.

Kyle tried not to take offence at his tone. Kenny knew that his friends loved him, but he always got irritated whenever someone tried to teach him how to be safe. Kyle wanted to be respectful of his feelings, but that often conflicted with Kyle's own need to make sure he stays out of danger.

Kenny readjusted his parka and wiped sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. His glove became noticeably darker with the added moisture.

"Speaking of health hazards". Kyle could practically feel Kenny roll his eyes at the first half of his sentence. "Why don't you take off your jacket? I'm sure you'd be much cooler without it".

He expected Kenny to wave him off and tell him to mind his business. Instead the other boy's pupils widened and his entire body went stiff as if he had been caught with his hand in a jar.

They were both quiet for a minute. Finally Kenny spoke. "You wouldn't get it".

"I want to try".

Kenny looked at the ground and folded his hands together. "It's like... Sometimes you'll dream that you're falling. And you always wake up before you land".

Kyle nodded.

"Yeah. I have that dream a lot. Except I always land first".

The other boy swallowed. "Oh...".

"Mhm", Kenny continued. "It fucking hurts. I can't move or think or breathe. Sometimes I can't see either. And when I can...". He put his arms over his stomach. "...I see my guts spilling out. And it's not just falling. I've been set on fire, eaten alive, run over, impaled, shot, drowned, poisoned, and everything else".

Kenny smirked bitterly at Kyle's horrified expression. "For a while I had like... not a bucket list, but the opposite of that. A list of ways that I wanted to die. And I'd cross things off it when I kicked the bucket in a new way. I don't keep track of it anymore 'cause I already got most of them".

"What does any of this have to do with your jacket?".

Kenny raised his eyebrows. "Hm? Oh. If I wear the parka a lot then it appears in my dream too. It helps keep my innards inside. It's still really painful and scary, but at least I don't have to look at myself smeared across the street".

"Man", Kyle said quietly. "That's nuts".

Kenny shrugged, his brow set into a straight, hard line. "It's been like this my whole life. I've tried everything, but it keeps happening anyway. No matter how careful and safe I am. It. Always. Happens".

Another uncomfortable silence passed between them.

Then Kenny put his arms behind his head and started turning on his heal. "Well, anyway. I gotta head home. See ya tomorrow, man".

"See ya", Kyle said back. "Stay safe out there".

"As if I have a choice".

[nogenderbee]

Can you do g, j, k, and z from fluff alphabet for tsukasa and rui?

(you can deny/delete this if it's too much)

Of course I can ^^ and don't worry, I take multiple characters, you just have to keep in mind that it will take me longer to write it heh but anyway I hope you enjoy! <3

Tsukasa and Rui G, J, K, Z fluff alphabet

⊱ Gesture ═ What are their gestures of love? How do they show their lover their love? And how would they like their lover to show love to them?

Tsukasa absolutely adores hugs! He will melt every time he has you in his arms or you have him in yours. He will also often ramble about his days and interests while hugging, and whenever you have something to add, ask or say, he will stop and listen to you completely focused.

Tsukasa would like if his lover could listen to him, he doesn't mind if they will interrupt him to ask something or to add some words, it's enough for him if they would be actually interested in what he's saying, especially if he's talking about something he's really passionate about!

"...and so then Saki found a cafe and they were selling- What cafe it was, you ask? Oh, right it was some penguin cafe! And they were selling there those cakes with figures and..."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

Tsukasa often gets jealous, he knows he's irreplaceable but he can't get rid of thought that you may leave him when you're talking to another guy... And when he is jealous, he will immediately try to turn your attention to him, no matter if it will be enough to come to you or make a scene, he WILL get your attention! And once he does, he wants lots of hugs and any other kind of affection!

Tsukasa won't admit that he's jealous tho, instead he will be confident that you wouldn't leave a star like him, but even he can crack with enough pressure. And once you get under his shield, he will spill everything out, it's cery hard for him tho so make sure to erasure him properly!

"I'm not jealous! It's impossible that you would leave a future star like me!"

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Tsukasa is really nervous about kissing when you started dating, and will panic even when he tries or actually kisses back of your hand. But as the time passes, he starts adoring it! It may take him some time to kiss you on lips so if you want it earlier, you may need to get it yourself. He basically passed out when he tried to kiss your cheek! You can't expect him to kiss your lips now without looking like a tomatoe!

Tsukasa lips will often taste similar to mint flavor, it's not like he does anything that would affect his lips. It just does and he has no idea why!

When Tsukasa finally gets used to kissing you, he will often do it in front of people. You deserve to be showed off! After all you're partner of future star! If you're uncomfortable with that tho, he will be a little sad because of that but still will respect you, so instead he will hug you in front of others and kiss you in private.

"Hey I was thinking recently and would it be okay if I kis-kissed y-? Ah, sorry for asking I'll see you later!"

⊱ Zap into their heart ═ The moment they knew they fell for their current crush.

Tsukasa isn't the type to easily fall for someone, that's why the earliest he can fall is like 5 months of knowing each others. But he can fall for anyone who listens to him, doesn't judge him and genuinely cares about him and his goals.

Tsukasa was telling his sister, Saki about your meeting you had, that's when she asked if it was a date and he denied it so many times! But the red color on his cheeks told Saki that her brother is in love! So Tsukasa realized that he falled for you thanks to Saki. And from that time he tries to impress you even more, he wants you to like him the same way he likes you, so if you're around, he will do anything that can impress you.

"I won't test your inventions, Rui! Oh YN is here? Then give me that stupid robot of yours!"

⊱ Gesture ═ What are their gestures of love? How do they show their lover their love? And how would they like their lover to show love to them?

Rui loves giving you physical affection, especially hugging. But he can take baby steps with this type of affection towards you for whatever reasons it may be, he will enjoy every second of time he can touch you. No matter if it'll be just splitting pinkies or if you kiss deeply.

Rui would love it if his lover could take care of him since he cannot take care of himself... He often stays up mostly working on his inventions but sometimes he works on some ideas for his group rehearsals or just catches up with school work. So it would be really nice if someone could just make sure that he does it earlier so he can get some good sleep.

"I love you so much, darling~ Thank you for taking such a good care of me, I appreciate it."

⊱ Jealousy ═ What makes them jealous? How easy it is to make them jealous? And how do they act?

You might think that Rui isn't the type to get jealous because of how much he teases you and other people but especially you. But it's just the opposite! He actually get's jealous very often, he's just good at hiding it. Whenver you talk with another guy that's being strangely nice to you, he can't help but wonder if you would be better with them instead?

But what can get Rui truly jealous is when you flirt back with someone, it can be platonic flirting but he'll still overthink it. And when he catched you on that, first he will try to think rationally, but even he can't help but be a little more distant from you. If you ask him what's wrong, he will say that it's nothing, but continue asking him to tell you and he will. And once he does, he expects some explanations and hugs you for the whole time he explains his feelings.

"I saw you flirting with your friend today... and I know it may be platonically but I can't help but wonder if you truly meant that?"

⊱ Kisses ═ How does their kisses feel like? How often do they initiate them?

Rui adores kissing you, he definitely initiates it first just to surprise you and maybe even see flustered face of yours! He will start easy tho, like kissing you on back of your hand. But if you start to get used to it, he will change the spot so he can keep seing this flustered face that he adores!

Rui's lips will often taste like candy or anything sweet. Sometimes you may even discover that he's putting tiny bit of chopstick on his lips so they won't be dry. he especially got into that habit after starting dating you

Rui doesn't mind kissing you in front of people, but if that makes you uncomfortable then he will stop. Although he will still at least want to kiss back of your hand as greeting or to simply show that he's the lucky guy that's dating you.

"Why did I kissed you on your lips and not on cheek as usual? Because you started to get used to it and I wanted to see you flustered~! You're just too cute."

⊱ Zap into their heart ═ The moment they knew they fell for their current crush.

Rui is the type of person that can easily fall for someone. If he sees that you're caring for him or just being nice to him and giving him sings that you wan to keep talking to him is enough to make his heart flutter. But if you also reassure him that he's not weird or being weird is actually a compliment, he absolutely adores you!

But the moment Rui knew he had fallen for you was when you needed his help in no matter if it was something serious or something small and he was working on his invention. He knew it required all his attention, that's why he turned everyone down, but he couldn't do the same with you, it just didn't felt right to him. So he stopped working on it and cam to you hoping that this invention won't blow his house.

"How is it possible to not fall for you...? Oh, I said nothing!"

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[anonymityisfunwriter]

Enough For You - Chapter 1

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"You're not coming back," you say, watching him as he watches the still body of water in front of the two of you. "You're going back to her."

"I'm so sorry."

"Don't - Don't do that."

"Don't apologize?"

"You don't mean it - we both know that you don't mean it."

"I do mean it. I am sorry."

"If you were sorry, you wouldn't be doing this. If you were sorry, you would have given me half a chance."

"Things like this happen all the time. Sometimes these things just don't work out. We gave it-"

You cut him off, your eyes now glassy, but you clench your jaw to avoid them spilling in front of him. "Don't say we gave it our best shot. I gave it my best, but can you honestly say the same when I always knew that you'd do this? I knew that I was never ever going to be enough for you. I never stood a chance against a person who doesn't exist."

"She does exist - she does."

"Not the person that you've built up in your head. That person's not real. I would know. I've tried. A force to be reckoned with, but not in a way that overshadows you. Intimidating but not emasculating. Beautiful, but not overstated. Loyal but not clingy. It's never enough for you."

"Please, I don't want to fight. I've made my decision."

You nod stiffly. You're not going to fight for someone who won't return the favor. You won't tear up the last remaining shred of self-respect you have. Even for him. "One day, not tomorrow, probably not even a year from now, but one day - you'll look back and you'll realize that all I ever wanted was to make you happy. And I hope that you find that happiness with her, because on that day, I really hope you look back and don't regret what you're about to do. I won't be here to put the pieces back together. I deserve to be more than a consolation prize. I deserve at least that much."

"You deserve so much more than that."

"But all I ever wanted was to be enough for you."

As he walks away, all the memories of the life you'd built together play back.

6 years.

6 years you'd played second fiddle.

You didn't know it before. But you certainly knew it now.

You didn't even know it this morning when you'd awoken in his warm embrace. All the laughs, tender moments, all the love you'd shared - it was all gone. And worst of all, you weren't even sure if any of it was real.

You could yell after him, beg him, plead and lose every shred of dignity that you had.

You could tell him about the life you'd created together. Maybe he should know - that would get him to stay. You knew it would.

But somewhere deep down, you knew that it would change nothing. He didn't want you, and forcing that on him, well, then you'd really be nothing more than a consolation prize.

This wasn't your fairytale, you weren't the happily ever after that he wanted. And you needed to be more than that this time around. You were going to find someone who dreamed about you the way he dreamed about her. Someone who would glow and gleam when they talked about you. Someone who found you exciting and endearing.

Someone who you would be enough for.

4 Years Later...

After only a few days with Peggy, and with your parting words constantly echoing in his head, Steve couldn't take it anymore.

You were right. The woman that he'd dreamed, hoped, and longed for was not one that existed.

And once that realization struck him, he took another look at the other woman he had. The one he actually loved.

After pulling some strings and some very, very difficult conversations, he was back in the time that he actually belonged in.

He walked up to the last place he'd ever seen you, where you so heartbreakingly parted. And hoped that you'd kept Tony's parting gift. You'd always loved this little cabin on the lake.

Back when you dreamed of a future with Steve, it was the place you envisioned having children and growing old together. It was everything you'd ever wanted and more.

It was strange to him that it was already snowing, when he left fall had barely begun. He smiled at the fond memory of you gushing about how much you loved fall and everything that it brought.

He kept his head down, thinking about all the things he would say to you. How he'd apologize for everything he'd put you through. That you were enough for him. That he was sorry he got caught up in some deluded fantasy, when what he really wanted was you.

Even though he was normally a confident man, it seemed like the frail kid from the 40's was still somewhere inside of him because he was clearly the one in control now.

He took another deep breath and knocked on the door.

It took a few seconds but when he heard the door opening, he held his breath. There was no hiding that he was practically bouncing with anticipation at merely the thought of seeing you. He knew it was only a few days, but still he missed you so much. So, so much.

So he was more than a little confused and shocked when Bucky was the one opening the door.

Bucky choked, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of his friend, "Steve?"

"It's good to see you, Buck."

"What are you doing here?"

Steve's a little taken aback by Bucky's defensive question, Bucky didn't even seem a little bit glad that he was back.

In fact, he seemed more upset and shocked than anything else.

And he was even more confused by the fact that Bucky didn't let him in but instead used his body to block the little crack in the doorway. Looking over his head, Steve couldn't help but wonder where you were.

All he wanted to do was to see you. To beg for your forgiveness. To make his case for another chance. A real chance this time.

"Where is she? I need to talk to her - to - to tell her that she was right about everything."

"And it took you 4 years to figure that out?"

"4 years? No, I was supposed to - wait, what?"

"It's 4 years later," Bucky plainly states, his voice not revealing a single emotion.

"Why are you acting like this? Why won't you let me in?" There's a silence that he doesn't like, answers that he knows he doesn't want to hear. He shoves his best friend back, forcing himself into the house. "Where is she?"

Bucky tries to keep him out, but it's obvious that he failed.

Now, the least he can do is barricade him from the secret he swore he'd always keep. Both of his hands on Steve's chest, he tries to forcibly remove Steve without causing too much of a ruckus. "You need to leave."

But it's too late because the secret he's held as close to his chest as possible is now a giggling mess at having escaped from the room Bucky told him to stay put in.

A troublemaker, just like both his parents. The sandy-blonde haired boy is now tucked behind Bucky's legs, slightly anxious at the strange man that just entered his home.

Bucky turns to the little boy, crouches down to meet him eye-to-eye, lovingly smoothing his messy hair and clothes. "I thought I told you to stay put," he gently scolds.

The little boy stays quiet, refusing to speak in front of the stranger. Instead, he whispers in Bucky's ear, "Who's that?"

Bucky scoops the boy up, still not looking at his former best friend, and rests him on his hip. "This is Steve, Grant. He's, uh, he's an old friend."

"Did he know Mommy?"

"Yeah," Bucky says, his mouth in a tight line. "He did."

Bucky is completely unsure of what he's supposed to do right now. This - this was never supposed to be a scenario.

Steve wasn't supposed to come back.

He made his choice, and until today he was completely positive that there was no way to undo the decisions made on that fateful day.

And like the good man and father he always wanted to be, Bucky knew where his loyalties lied, where his priorities were and would always be.

All of his attention off of Steve, he places Grant in front of the TV. It was going to be more screen time than he liked to give the young boy, but special circumstances deemed it necessary.

He didn't rush as he placed his son's favorite movie on - something that was certain to keep him busy for the next hour or so.

He didn't even really care that he was keeping Steve on edge. Or that Steve was practically shaking with desperate anticipation. He'd barged back in to their lives - the least he could do was wait for him to take care of Grant.

Steve notes the lack of urgency from Bucky. And it stung that though once upon a time they'd been each other's priorities, Bucky took no issue with putting him last now. Steve couldn't really even fault him for that. He deserved at least that much.

When Bucky finally sat down in front of him, Steve steels himself for all the answers that he knew he wouldn't like.

"How old is he?"

"Almost 4 years."

The gears were turning in his head, not wanting to make assumptions, but all the signs were pointing to that very answer. "4 years?"

"Come on, he looks just like you," Bucky says, looking at the little boy who is now enthralled with his movie. "She even gave him your name. She gave you that, not that you'd ever know it."

"Grant," Steve nods, though it was barely enough to soothe the ache that he'd missed so much with his own son.

He ignores the not-so-subtle jab, he knew Bucky, how protective he was over those he cared about. He did his best not to take it to heart.

"Grant Rogers. She always liked the idea of having a nice clean name."

"I have a son?" he whispers in disbelief.

"You've had a son. For four years."

It's impossible to miss the anger and disdain in Bucky's voice. It hurts Steve even more.

"I didn't know - she never told me."

"She knew. She knew when you left," Bucky admits.

"She knew?" Steve angrily whispers. "Where the hell is she? I deserve to hear this from her."

Bucky's metal hand drops on the table in absolute disbelief that Steve even thinks he has a leg to stand on here.

There were consequences to his actions, he made his choice, Bucky could not and would not allow anyone to speak about you with any disrespect in the home you shared. "She doesn't owe you anything! And if you think she does, you should leave." Bucky pauses, trying to recollect himself before his son overheard his angry outburst. His voice drops as he continues to speak, "She said that she knew you would have stayed. You would have stayed and pined away for Peggy for the rest of your lives. She didn't want to do that to you."

"She should have told me," Steve whispers, shocked at Bucky's angry reaction.

He knew you and Bucky had always been close. The three of you understood each other better than anyone else ever could.

But you and Bucky - you'd always had a connection that not even Steve could understand. Perhaps it was that you'd both done dark things that you would carry for the rest of your days.

Maybe it was the twin flame between you and Bucky - one soul in two bodies. But it was clear to Steve that something had changed in the time he'd been gone.

He still couldn't believe that somewhere along the his time traveling adventures a wire had become so detrimentally crossed. 4 years was a long time for two people to get even closer.

"Should we have gone back to the 1940's to tell you that, Steve? Don't put this on her. You made your bed. Now lie in it."

"I just want to see her. Where is she?"

"She's gone."

"When will she be back?"

"No, Steve," Bucky emphasizes. "She's gone."

Horror struck in Steve's heart. You couldn't be gone - that wasn't - he couldn't... There is no cohesive sentence that Steve can string together to properly portray the desperation and ache in his heart.

He'd lost people. He'd lost so much, but never once did he even stop to think that you wouldn't be here.

"How?" he asks, his words hollow.

"It was an accident. A drunk driver," Bucky bitterly chuckles. "A drunk driver took out a freakin' Avenger."

"How long ago?"

"It's only been a couple months. Grant still asks about her. Try explaining that to a toddler."

"I- I don't know what to say. The- The day I left she told me that she hoped I didn't look back on that day and regret the choice I made," he shakes his head. "She said that she wouldn't be there to pick up the pieces for me. That she deserved to be more than a consolation prize."

"She told me that in the beginning. After you left, I mean. I found out she was pregnant and all I wanted was to take care of her. To take care of the last part of you that we both had. And for six months, she kept me away saying, 'we both deserve more than to be somebody else's consolation prize'. But I never saw her like that. It took some time, but I'd like to think that I made her happy. That she loved me as much as I loved her."

"I'm sure she did. And I'm sure you did. It wasn't like you had a tough act to follow."

"Do you want to meet him?"

Steve looks at the boy, Bucky was right, he looked so much like him. But there was the softness and beauty that you possessed in his face. He nods and stands up slowly, as if any sudden movement would change Bucky's mind.

"Hey, bud. Can I introduce you to someone?"

"Okay," Grant says, still only half paying attention. Bucky pauses the movie and gestures over to Steve. "This is Steve. He used to work with Mommy and me. Can you say 'hi'?"

"Hi," he meekly waves, tucking himself behind Bucky's arm. "Do you wanna watch with me?"

Steve holds back all the emotion that floods his entire body, trying to make it through this. So he simply nods and sits next to the son he never knew he had. "I'd like that."

Meanwhile, somewhere in a dark, decrepit cell:

You sit there, curled up in a fetal position, clutching the chainlink fence. Your eyes seemed permanently opened, always on guard and flickering back and forth, yet they so looked glazed over and distant. You'd been trained for this very scenario. Captured. Tortured. Experimented on. And God knows what else. But there was nothing that actually prepared you for it.

There was one thing that mildly helped. Maybe there was some scientific reason or actual logic behind it. Like maybe it helped with your perception of the time that was passing. Or maybe it was simply the song you sang, however bad of a singer you were, that reminded you of your son. How you'd hum it to him as you stroked the back of his head. Or it reminded you of the night you and Bucky danced in front of the fireplace. But it helped. You swore it did.

You hum to yourself, "Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, save it for a rainy day. Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket, never let it fade away."

Next Chapter

[livlepretre]

I adore FE, and while I was rereading the last chapters my mind just wondered: does Klaus regret (as much as he's able to) all the years he left Elena alone in the mansion, especially considering it just pushed her to Rebekah's arms? Like, he was "punishing" her and I don't think Klaus would have allowed her to get impregnated, considering how jealous and possessive he is. He was brooding about his ex lover, whom he sees as his, and then he learnes his sister "stole" her from him.

It just makes me so mad he was whoring around with Stefan and Rebekah while Elena was depressed and alone 😭 (tho I'm glad about how pathetic he is now with his feelings for her, serves him right)

So, Klaus will eventually choose to spill all of his ugly dark secrets and thoughts on all of this, but in the mean time: he is unwilling to regret that decision. Like, yes, there are all sorts of feelings Klaus is having, but he has decided that they are the worst possible feelings to have and he has decided not! to! have! them!

This is complicated by the fact that 3 years just isn't that much time for him. Like, Elena really broke his heart, because he sees it totally as she betrayed him when she daggered him, and he was pretty serious about needing to kill Tyler to forgive her, but also: he found out that everything he thought he knew about her was part of this elaborate deception. He completely lacks the awareness to understand how he forced her into it. He just sees that she played him totally false, and the woman he was in love with didn't actually exist. Reckoning with Elena herself after that-- after thinking he had fallen in love for the first time since he was mortal and then finding out it was not real from his perspective-- was not an option. He left, and he went on a bit of a bender, and maybe in a few more years he would have come back to Elena to hear her side of the story, but he definitely wasn't ready for it yet. Like, imagine someone gets into a terrible soul-wrecking fight with their lover and then ghosts them for a few weeks. That's what this is from Klaus's pov. Literally the equivalent of just a few weeks. He's still so upset about it all. He's decided to swear Elena off as The Betrayer.

The thing with Rebekah is both a thorn in his side and a relief. A thorn, because he has feelings and attraction for Elena-- he really does respect her cunning and her intellect and thinks she is a useful and helpful ally-- but there is just a lot of left over/unresolved stuff that keeps sucking him under. So it stings every time Elena is like, but wait, I love your sister! But it's a relief, because it creates distance between him and Elena, and lets him regain his composure whenever he slips up and put some distance back between them.

It's obviously a huge balancing act.

He only accepts Rebekah as Elena's lover so long as they are both in his court. He ultimately views Elena as HIS, his most prized, most necessary possession. He tenuously okay with Rebekah romancing her, but really on his terms-- Elena has to remain human, and she has to remain wherever he wants to put her. That means either with him, or in isolation in a spot of his choosing (I'm not sure he would trust Rebekah alone with her-- he's right that she would just turn Elena if she were left totally unsupervised over a long enough period of time).

But I wouldn't call what he did with Stefan and Rebekah during the interlude as whoring around. More like depression sleeping around. Trying to return to how things were before so that he could take his mind off of the real issues. Coping mechanisms, used poorly.

[borhapparker]

ben hardy and soulmate + teacher au?

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Soulmates were not for everyone, and some considered them to be folk tales. Not everyone had someone out there for them, and most would never meet them. Yet, there was something about knowing you were tethered to someone out there that made it all possible. Anything you ever dreamed of seemed real when the prospect of having another half to share it with was real.

Yet, life didn't stop when finally found the one. And it definitely didn't stop while you were actively looking for one either.

The coffee maker in the kitchen beeped, as you walked over, clad in socks to prepare your warm coffee, which you would end up drinking cold anyway. The teaching lesson you had prepared the night before was on the counter, ready to be taught to your class as you began to slip on your vans, a signature piece in all your teaching outfits. There was something about commandeering the classroom in vans that made you feel invincible, especially when you were teaching high school alone for the first time.

When the principal, your good friend Robbie Andrews approached you about being a solo teacher, after years of working with a partner, you took up the opportunity quickly. It had been something you dreamt about for a long time, and you were finally there.

But now the nerves were showing, your hands slightly shaking at the thought of having to reel in a bunch of 9th graders in the subject of English and Writing.

Your phone pinged from the living room, as you crossed the kitchen, disconnecting your phone from the charger attached to the wall. The screen was lit with a text from your best friend, the person who had been teaching Math for as long as you had.

'Ready?'

'Ready as I'll ever be, I guess. What about you?'

'I'm already on campus, teacher meeting before class starts. Hurry up, teach!'

"Shit," you cursed out loud as you grabbed your bag, making sure everything was inside as you spilled your coffee on the floor. "Dammit!"

Placing a towel over it, you quickly cleaned it up before grabbing your keys and running out the door, going into your car, and driving as quickly and safely as you could to campus. Immediately parking, you ran across the lot to the auditorium where all the teachers were waiting, the meeting barely beginning. Skidding into a seat next to Ben, you glared at him.

"Seriously? You forgot to remind me?"

"Nah," he smirked, "I figured you wouldn't remember so I just wanted to surprise you."

"Ass."

The meeting went on as you took mental notes about protocols and welcomed the new staff for the year. As the meeting was about to conclude, the principal called everyone's attention to Ben and yourself, as he congratulated both of you on another year at the campus. Dismissing everyone, you and Ben walked to your respective classes, across the way from each other as you gave him a hug.

"You ready?" you asked him as he nodded and smiled.

"Hey, where's your coffee?" Ben asked as you frowned. "Dropped it again?"

Nodding, he sighed before smiling.

"I'll get you another, just text me your order."

"Thanks, Ben." you smiled before you both walked into your classrooms.

Sighing, you placed your items on the desk, and picked up the whiteboard marker, writing your name on the board for everyone to see. Remembering that you had made a schedule of the day, your hands pushed the pieces of paper on your desk as you gripped the schedule before beginning to write it out on the board.

That had been a suggestion you had received from a former student, and you took it to heart, knowing some students get anxious not knowing what was next on the agenda for the day.

The commotion was heard outside your classroom, as you connected your phone to the speakers, playing your favorite songs, and your laptop to the projector, as the presentation was projected for the first day.

"Let's do this."

-

The day had progressed rather quickly, as you got to know your new students in the first and second periods, having the third period to relax before getting your homeroom students, where you organized a game to play with everyone. Lunchtime couldn't come faster, as you and Ben headed over to the fast food place across the way, grabbing lunch and settling back into your classroom, making room on your now messy desk.

"So, how has it been?" he asked as you smiled.

"Good! Seems like I am connecting with them better than I was last year, that's for sure." he laughed as he remembered an incident with a student last year. "Please don't-"

"Remember when you got pied in the face that one time while you were giving the lecture on Charles Dickens?" Ben's laugh filled your classroom as you chucked a tiny container of salsa at him, as it missed and landed on the floor. "That was a classic."

"I couldn't get the whipped cream out of my cardigan after that! I think they dyed it because it only turned all my socks pink instead of cleaning it after I washed it."

"Well, at least you won't have that happening anymore." he sighed as he frowned. "Hey, have you heard anything from your soulmate recently?"

You shook your head as Ben mirrored your actions. "He's been quiet recently." sighing, you undid your ponytail and let your hair hang loose, "Maybe he stopped being such a daredevil and is being safe now, considering all the injuries I got while he was out doing some crazy stuff."

He nodded, a pondering look on his face, as he shrugged. "Mine has been quiet, she hasn't been doing much recently. But something happened today that was odd."

Tilting your head, you took a bite from your tacos as he continued.

"I could hear music in the distance and it sounded a lot like Metallica, which was odd considering the last thing I heard them play was Whitney Houston."

"Clearly, their music taste is amazing." you laughed as he nodded with a sad smile.

"I really want to see them already."

"Me too."

-

Your fourth period came around, as the students piled inside, everyone taking a seat wherever they wanted as you opened up the same presentation you did in your last classes.

"Good afternoon everyone!" they echoed your welcome as you smiled, "Alrighty, who's ready to play a game?"

They cheered as you opened up Kahoot, a classic classroom game that clearly hyped up their energy as the classroom erupted into louder cheers.

As everyone signed in, you began the game, everyone cheering and arguing when it came to certain rounds. Suddenly, your classroom door opened as you looked up, noticing a certain blonde in the doorway, holding two coffees directly from your favorite coffee shop.

"Lifesaver! Thank you!"

He smiled as you gave him a half-hug before he waved at the students and walked into his classroom.

"Miss Y/n?" a student raised their hand as you nodded, walking back to your desk and pausing the game. "Is Mr. Hardy your boyfriend?"

You chuckled and smiled, "No he isn't, we're just good friends. We've been teaching here together for a few years now."

A chorus of oohs was heard across the classroom as a blush enveloped your cheeks.

"Look! Miss Y/n is blushing!"

"Wait, guys! What about Mr. Hardy being her soulmate?" one student yelled out as everyone began agreeing, trying to connect the dots between your friendship as you watched in amusement, a blush coating your cheeks.

"Alright, alright! Let's get back to Kahoot! I have donuts for the winners!"

The chatter slowly died down, not going away completely as everyone's attention was turned back to the game, some still talking about the friendship between the two teachers.

Your mind began to wander, as the students kept playing, their words echoing in your mind. All those times you felt pain and anguish from your soulmate, Ben had mentioned getting hurt in small incidents at home, wether that be with his skateboard or practicing his drums in the music room. They seemed really distant in the moment, but looking back, you realized it was a possibility.

Having mentioned that he heard Metallica and Whitney Houston being played, you remember playing two distinct songs for your game in first period, realizing the connection was getting bigger the more you began digging into memories with Ben.

What if your best friend was your soulmate? There was only one way to find out.

They mentioned that soulmates have tattoos on their body that their other half mirror and both people share one image on their bodies. This made everyone unique from other partnerships, and you had never shown Ben yours.

Finishing the class, you dismissed everyone as the bell rang for the end of the day, everyone now piling out of classroom and into thier cars to begin the journey home, as you stayed behind, wanting to have everything organized for the next day.

"Y/n?" Ben called out as you smiled and let him come inside your class. "You ready to go?"

"Almost," you sighed as you finished placing the notebooks on the shelf you made for your students, each with their own name and class period so you can remember which one is which without needing to read chicken scratch on the front.

"Hey, Ben?" he tilted his head, "Do you still have your soulmate tattoo?"

He nodded, "Haven't seen it go anywhere just yet."

"Can I see it?"

Shocked, he gulped, before nodding. Grabbing the end of his flannel, the slipped it off his shoulders, exposing the black t-shirt adorning his torso. He sighed shakily, before pulling up the shirt, and turning around, as you let out an audible gasp.

There it was, the mirror to your own tattoo.

"Ben?"

He turned his head and locked eye contact over his shoulder.

"It's me."

Your words did not register in his mind immediately, as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration before realization hit. Eyes widening, he let the shirt drop, as he placed his hands on your waist.

"Y/n?"

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, as he smiled.

"We are soulmates?"

All you could do was nod, as he wrapped his arms around you, bringing you into a hug as you placed yours on his back, pulling him closer.

"God, I love you."

"I love you too."

Unbeknownst to you, your students had been standing outside the classroom, peering in through the window as they cheered silently, knowing their plan had worked.

Soulmates were hard to find, and some never end up finding their own pair, living in the world without another half.

Yet, yours was right next to you, for the last 8 years.

You couldn't ask for more.

[yanderelovlies]

Hi there (kinda want to go by Raven anon but anyways) how are you and I was wondering how Bo (if you're doing him) would react to a thick/plus size MC who is insecure about themselves especially since there is a costume they want to wear but is afraid of being shamed for it. (Sorry if this is a bit/too much for you and no problem if you don't want to do this)

Aww hello Raven! Of course I can do this for you love.

You looked at yourself in mirror squishing your sides and stomache. You didn't like the way the costume clinged to you showing off the parts you disliked the most. You couldn't show Bo this! He wouldn't like it.....then he wouldn't like you....

You look away from the mirror unable to look at yourself any longer. Thought your gaze went back to the mirror in surprise when some wraps their arms around you, and you were just trying to see who it was. It was just Bo as he gazed at you throught mirror.

"Damn puppy....you look good enough to eat." He growls as he nips at your neck. As much as you loved Bo's attention you couldn't stand it now. You tried shrugging him off your shoulder, and moving out of his hold. He moved his head, but his arms never left. As he tried to get a better look at you.

"What's wrong puppy? What's going on?" You looked away from the mirror but stopped your movements. You can't say it out loud because of you did Bo would see it too.....he wouldn't want you anymore.

You could feel the tears form before slowly going down your cheeks. Bo noticed almost immediately and quickly turn the both of you away from the mirror. He then turned you so your face was up against his chest.

"Hey....hey...it's okay. I'm here for you puppy." He rubs your back soothingly and waits for you to be ready to talk. When you finally find the strength to talk you spill everything. It was hard to keep things from Bo when he looks at you with such worried eyes.

When you spill your feelings and thoughts Bo can't help but whine. How could he not want you?? Not only are you so soft and amazing to cuddle, but he has something to grab on to when your love making. He nuzzles your neck as he continues to whine.

"Oh puppy I love you so much...not matter what form you take....I know my words won't fix it, but please let me help....let me show you how much I love you."

If you don't want to be intimate he will respect you, cuddle you, and pamper you till you pass out. Even when you wake in the morning he will be at your beck and call showing you just how much he loves you.

If you allow him to he will make love to you. Everything will be gentle. From the kisses to the way he holds you. You will feel like a glass doll as he kisses every part of you gently, whispers your name, and gently thrusts into you making sure you feel his love. Afterwards he will draw a warm bath for you before carrying you to the tub. Aftercare will feel like spa appointment, and by the end of it he will cuddle you close until you fall asleep.

[unrealization]

Akechi do you care about Kurusu?

Invasive Questions | Accepting!

Anon asked Akechi | Question Rating: 7/10

"Given the opportunity to force a confession out of me, you chose to ask me... That."

He can barely conceal his contempt for the question. He was used to spilling a flood of soundbites to the press. Utter drivel, but calculated drivel. Giving the people what they wanted. He couldn't help but wonder what the angle of this question might be. Did they foolishly expect him to cast himself against the stones, declare his undying affection and repent for his sins?

Even he couldn't sell a lie like that.

"You want to know? Sure. Kurusu is trash. I hate everything he represents. False heroism. False humility. He has the strength to tear his enemies apart but he settles for less. He's too weak to stand on his own without his teammates to hold him up."

The vitriol he kept hidden felt amazing as it poured from his mouth like venom. The target barely mattered. All that mattered was that for once, he was being heard. Really heard.

"His so-called ideals are all bullshit. I know if the circumstances were different, he wouldn't be such a high-and-mighty do-gooder. He's worse than that, actually. Just lucky that he gained his power when and where he did. In just such a way that he would have people to back him up. Keep him on the straight and narrow."

He felt like he got his point across, but... Something compelled him to keep going.

"Still... He's earnest in his naivete. He's... Not like me. I know he's ultimately trustworthy. And he's strong. And he's... Well, he's honest."

He was contradicting himself. It was genuinely hard to tell when he was being honest, even with himself. Ultimately, he was jealous of Kurusu. He would never admit it. He wished he'd had what he has. He convinced himself he didn't need anyone else, but...

"He... Tried to be friends with me. Even when he knew I was going to stab him in the back. He's an idiot. But... Its an admirable stupidity. I hate everything about him, and yet..."

He can't deny it. He has a certain respect for the Phantom Thief. The fool who deluded himself into believing there was good in him. He wished he could see the world through his eyes for just a moment. To see himself as he did.

"I trust him. I'm not sure I care about anyone. But I trust Kurusu. He's a worthy opponent. And... I admire his vision, even if I can't agree with it."

If only Kurusu had found him before he'd given himself over to hatred. Who would he be today?

[feathered-moths-ablaze]

Traitor Spooker AU

Yippee explanation time!

The main premise of this AU is "What if Spooker was a part of D.I.E?" He does have a motive by Ghost hating him for seemingly no reason, and he would be the easiest target for Cranky to convince. So how would it play out?

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Throughout the years, Ghost has been nothing but an asshole to Spooker for no reason, and despite Colin's (and sometimes Toast) best efforts to soothe his hurt feelings, his patience is starting to wear thin.

So after one big argument between the two, Spooker heads off outside to cool off and calm down. Only he bumps into Cranky. Thinking it's Ghost at first, he tells him to go away, he doesn't want to talk to him right now, but looks up when he gets a reply of, "what? I'm not Ghost." and realises that oops! That's not Ghost.

Cranky looks a little concerned for Spooker and asks what's wrong, and Spooker spills out about the argument. Cranky suggests coming around to his house to calm down in peace, and Spooker agrees.

At his house, Spooker talks about what started it, but by the end it becomes a kind of rant/vent about how much shit Ghost gives him. Cranky suggests joining DIE as a kind of revenge. After all, wouldn't it be nice to get your own back at him for everything he's done to you? It takes a bit of convincing but Spooker agrees to joining with one condition: he's joining to get back at Ghost, not to disband P.I.E.

So for a few months he's a spy for D.I.E, smuggling out important folders and any extra info. Cranky is alot nicer than Ghost. Sure he has moments where he shouts at him, but at least he stops and apologies for it! It is a little awkward during the meetings since you know... Billy is there... And the guy in his basement technically works for P.I.E. but it's fiiiine! It's great!

It's... Actually a little bit better than how P.I.E treated him. Here he's listened to and given credit, which is something that he rarely got before. Maybe... Maybe Cranky has a point.

Cranky also gives him more responsibilities as he starts to trust him more and more, something Spooker never got back at P.I.E. He even gets his own personal mission: get P.I.E cornered.

He takes a chance where during a mission turned dangerous, Spooker deliberately starts sabotaging their progress. Starting small with a slight change in direction, and getting bolder and bolder until it culminates into deliberately sounding the alarm, which gets Cranky's attention and after some back and forth, he strikes.

During the scuffle, Ghost grabs Spooker and demands to know what he's playing at. Spooker angrily yells back the reason why: he treats him like an Idiot! Cranky gave him the basic respect he deserves, something he never did! Why the hell would he help someone who sees him as scum?!

P.I.E manages to escape and regroup. They're a little bit shaken, but alive and missing one. Spooker is worried about Cranky's reaction to this, but instead of Cranky blaming him, he just says that there's always a next time and takes him back to D.I.E's base. It wasn't his fault they got away after all.

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So yeah, Spooker has turned to the dark side. Yay!

Compared to my other AU, this one is alot more story driven, and alot is left out such as Colin's and Toast's reaction, and the dynamics within D.I.E that I hope I can explore later. Hope you liked it :>

[lostfracturess]

a few questions on symptoms and causes;

have gojo and geto shared their women before? i’m asking in context to that one scene where gojo implies or rather teases the oc about sharing her with geto.

does gojo feel even the slightest bit threatened by geto? or is all that strange behaviour of him —with everything that surrounds both reader and geto together — because of his fear of being outed about the addiction or his relationship with the reader?

hi dear! you're asking me questions i haven't really thought about myself haha. but please keep sending them in if you have more, that's really interesting!

so first, i don't think they ever shared a woman, maybe laid an eye on the same woman at a party back in university and both made out with her on the same night or so, but they never had a threesome together (even tho i find that thought every intriguing). so no, gojo doesn't like sharing. what he claims his is his and only his.

edit: but indeed they have similar taste in woman which may have caused a few fights back in their university days hehe.

second, i'm not sure what you mean exactly. you mean threatened by geto in like, if he fears, that geto will end up with the reader? then no, he's very confident in that matter.

or you mean in threatened by geto in like how he knows all his secrets and might spill them? then also no. he's not threatened by geto, because they have mutual respect for each other and geto would never do anything that would harm gojo. and gojo knows that (and maybe even relies on that).

geto kept gojos secrets for years and here and there also helped him hiding it, even without gojo knowing about it.

but when the reader got into their lives, geto fears that gojo would do something stupid. yet geto knows he wouldn't be able to stop gojo anyway, so he rather tries to make his stand clear to the reader that she should stay away from him, but you know how that turned out.

so the source of gojo's fear or rather his strange behavior is not geto but the reader, who makes him feel things he rather not feel. and the rational side of him knows that it would be better to just keep his hands off of her but you know... he can't really.

hope this clarifies the background a bit more! <3