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fernflowerss · 1 year
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Ok so I don't want to sound like the crazy one that is trying to grip too hard unto false hopes BUT
cc!philza has been wanting to do his finale for a while.
His wife is canonically DEATH ITSELF
He very (suspiciously?) Randomly appeared in friday's lore stream
If I remember correctly he has read passerine
Are y'all picking up what i'm putting down?
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hypnos333 · 2 months
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Left her behind
Lucifer x Angel Wife Reader
Synopsis: Lucifer left you behind to rule hell and have lilith so you were behind cleaning up your broken piece
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Your wings were bigger than your body but your heart was bigger than your wings. You were an archangel helping your god important plans for mankind. Your husband Lucifer was a Seraphim and you always wonder how you two ever gotten married.
An Archangel and a Seraphim what an unexpected pair, isn’t it?
As you were talking to a human Adam about what god had told you to tell him. A bad feeling was upon you as you excused yourself to go back to heaven to find your husband.
An hour had gone by and you still couldn’t find him til you saw Lilith and you husband kissing. You were shocked and upset until god touched your shoulder ushering back into heaven saying he’ll handle it. Of course you couldn’t question someone you absolutely trust so you flew up with tears hurriedly to go find Gabriel and Michael.
That’s when you found out your husband has been banished with everyone else who betrayed God and heaven.
They were sent to hell as Lucifer as the leader of it and Lilith as queen. You sobbed so loudly make Gabriel hushed you quietly as he sway you left and right to get you to calm yourself.
Michael came back in with some ice cream with a sad smile. “Let forget about your ex husband my little Beauty” And you agreed. That was centuries ago and during that time you found out Lucifer had a daughter which made you completely forget about him focusing about your home more importantly.
Today was your birthday and you had to go to a meeting about the extermination in hell.
Back in hell after getting a meeting to heaven he told his daughter an important story.
“Over a century ago there was these two angels one in a lower class and another in a higher class they loved each nonetheless. Married in heaven but soon the married man became regrettably enchanted with a human bringing her with him to his chaos but leaving his heart where heaven was at” Lucifer explained
“Y-You left your real wife, dad?” She asked him shock and sadness looking at the sky.
“Sadly so, she was supposed to be your mom” He chuckled as tears slipped out his eyes. The amount of times he goes over to see you but you never reciprocate breaks his heart.
He still wears his gold wedding ring from the day he married you and he can never forget that day.
“Don’t worry charlie i’ll win her back no matter the cost and I’ll bring her here to hell for her to rule with me” He reassured her with determination. They both look up to the sky to see a rare white star down at hell.
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bbtsficrecs · 4 months
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BTS FIC RECS PART 4.1
Part 4.1 of some of my favourite BTS fanfics. Please do consider liking, reblogging and/or commenting on the fics you like. There are so many wonderful and amazing authors out there who do not get the recognition they deserve. So please send them lots of love to keep them going. If you're on here, then know I enjoyed every second of reading your story ♡
There will be two parts 4 as it's (sadly?) too long to be saved under one post. Stay tuned for part 5, joon recs will be added!
Please let me know if some of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!
⊹ Navi ‣ Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 4.1 | Part 5 |
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⊹ Merry Kinkmas - part 02 Enemies to lovers au au | s | @bebejungkook ‣ You find out who your secret Santa was but his gift was a little too personal.
⊹ In Your Arms Tonight College au | s, f | @angelguk ‣ “I’m Team I Would Like To Be Fucked Tonight.” You stated, blatantly ignoring the stink eye he shot your way. “But clearly that’s not on our agenda. Have you ever seen Vampires Suck?”
⊹ Baecation Richboy!jk au | s, f | @1kook ‣ “Lose the top, or lose the right to present yourself in any low back gown for the next three months.” He truly knew the way to your heart.
⊹ Act Of Falling Fuckboy!jk au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ What was supposed to be a meaningless fling has turned into much more before you both realized you were falling. Now all you can do is hope that all the challenges you’ve faced are worth something.
⊹ Candles & Flames Royal AU | s, f, a | @taegularities ‣  He wasn’t supposed to be yours. His foolery wasn’t supposed to target you. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
⊹ Distractions Practice couple au | s, f | @chryblossomjjk ‣ Jungkook agreed to let you do his makeup, but he can't stop getting distracted.
⊹ Naughty Boy Step siblings au | s | @scribblemetae ‣ Reader is older step sister that knows he has a crush on her/yandere tendencies & she teases him until one day he gives in. 
⊹ When It Feels Right (read part 1 first) Divorce au | a, f | @7deadlysinsfics ‣ Although Jungkook is struggling with the decision he made months ago, he still thinks it was the best thing he could’ve done for your safety. But he isn’t doing well, and his friends are worried about him and how he’s choosing to deal with his feelings. Meanwhile, you’re now living with your brother, his wife, and their ten-month-old daughter, who has helped bring some light into your life. Just as you decide to tell Jungkook the truth about your pregnancy, he appears at your brother’s house with a truth of his own.
⊹ When She Loved Me Terminally Ill au | s, f, a | @jungkookstatts ‣ How does one live when life is bound to end? 
⊹ your step brother fucking you in front of your parents Step siblings au | s | @aris-ink
⊹ Don't Blame Me (on-going) Single Dad au | s, f, a | @thvhoe ‣ Jungkook is known for his good looks and is often described by your friends as "daddy material." Funny enough, he actually was a daddy. The daddy of the baby girl you babysit every Saturday. Working as a nanny for the world's grumpiest single dad should have been easy, but you can't keep your eyes off him. He's handsome, a little arrogant, with broad shoulders and strong tattooed arms. And when he decides he can't keep his hands off of you. Who are you to resist?
⊹ Rolling Stone Idol au | s, f , a | @kooktrash ‣ He was a rolling stone with no ties to anyone or any place and that’s how he and his fans liked it. Now he’s found you and it’s never been this hard to convince someone that he’ll stay. The problem is neither of you know what it means to express yourselves without reverting to sex as a form to end discussion. It causes all hell to break loose when Jungkook realized if he wants you to stay for him [with him] then he needs to show it to you too. Can Jungkook and Y/n get past their own growing doubts on if what they feel is real and work out a way to be together—especially considering Y/n wants nothing to do with the limelight?
⊹ The Ability To Fantom - part 02 (on-going) Brother’s best friend au | a, f | @hanniwrites ‣ You are shocked when your friends reveal their theory: Jungkook, your brother’s annoying best friend, has a crush on you. A bad one.
⊹ Torn Apart Infidelity au | s, a | @bethschamberoftales ‣ That one time when you caught your boyfriend cheating on you.
⊹ My Love Is Here (series) Unrequited love to requited | s, f, a | @solemnreads ‣ You didn’t mean for it to happen. It’s not like you purposely woke up one day and thought “Hey I’m going to fall in love with my best friend!” No, that is not at all what happened.
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⊹ I'll Stop Tomorrow Friends with benefits AU | s, a | @dreamyjoons ‣ You know it has to end.
⊹ Just A Taste Spring break AU | s, f | @cutechim ‣ “Your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.”
⊹ Flat Tire Established relationship AU | s, f | @ppersonna ‣ How do you pass the time when you’re stuck on the side of the road with your boyfriend, with a flat tire?
⊹ One Mistake (on-going) Idol!Tae & Cheating AU | a | @vamours ‣ it’s been three years since you and Taehyung had started dating. recently, you’ve started to notice changes in taehyung’s behavior towards you. with your four years anniversary only a few weeks away, you’ve come to discover the truth.
⊹ Akrasia Strangers to? | s | @nitaescence ‣ Basically two strangers fucking in a crowded bus.
⊹ Stepdad Taehyung Step!father au | s | @aris-ink ‣ "He was not touching himself right beside you. No, that was not possible"
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⊹ Rock Bottom Idol Jimin AU | s, f, a | @jkbabiey ‣ When, in a four-year marriage, you get to the point where you question its worth, you know that’s your rock bottom. How many I’m sorry’s will you handle? How many times are too many times?
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⊹ What's Poppin Established relationship AU, | f, s | @joonberriess ‣ Yoongi being the type to buy you a chain cause if he’s pimped out, his girl gotta be too.
⊹ Foundation - Part 01, 02, 03 feat Yoongi Non-idol doctors AU | f , s, a | @hamsterclaw ‣ You know Jungkook is a fuckboy. So why are you letting him fuck with you? Featuring Yoongi.
⊹ Looks so refreshed Idol AU | s | @kimnjss ‣ Friends with benefits is hard, but when he’s an international superstar… It’s much harder. So while you love his friends to death, spending the night holed up in his hotel room just sounds a lot more fun than a dinner party.
⊹ Friends (3TAN) Brother's best friend AU | f, s, a | @kithtaehyung ‣ The week you get with Yoongi has a few surprises. and one of them presents itself in the form of a phone call.
⊹ So it goes Friends with benefits (ish) AU | f , s | @prodagustd ‣  You and Yoongi have been hooking up, having dates and spending most of the week together for almost seven months. He was comfortable without a title, until the last two weeks, when you couldn't see him because of your busy schedule, Yoongi can't understand why he misses you so bad if your relationship is just sex to him. Or maybe he does, but he's too much of a coward to admit it..
⊹ Marry me, Yoongi Established relationship AU | f, s | @spideyjimin ‣ When Yoongi decides to get married in vegas after all the fan’s comments on the vlives.  
⊹ Amour Propre Established relationship AU | a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Crumbling Relationship with one Min Yoongi
⊹ Blind Spot Established relationship AU | f, a | @randombtsprincessa ‣ Yoongi tries to win you back.
⊹Your Universe Rejection AU | f, a, s | @muniimyg ‣ Regretting rejecting oc, Min Yoongi goes through a circus load of gestures and tasks in attempt to be loved again
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iamatinydinosaur · 3 months
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Sorry if my English is bad :'DCan I request a platonic story between the reader and BroZone? Where instead of being Branch the younger brother is a reader.The separation of the band everything happens like in the movie, the difference is that not only do they leave the baby Branch, they also leave the reader who was barely an egg and all these 20 years did not know that he had more brothers. It would be interesting to see how his relationship with his siblings would develop and what he thinks about the situation. (taking into account that the reader practically witnessed Branch's gray phase and that he took care of the reader only because of the grandmother's death)
A/N: btw your name was already chosen before you hatched
Background
It was the day of Gristle and Bridget's wedding. Branch was looking through Grandma's old stuff. Including all the old Brozone records. He smiled sadly he wish he told Y/N about their other brothers. "Branch!" Branch jumped and put the record down, turning round. "He Y/N!" Branch exclaimed as his younger sibling ran in. "What are you hiding?" Y/N asked trying to peek behind their brother's back. Branch sighed. "I'll show you after the wedding. Let's go." He said driverting Y/N's attention out the pod.
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"Baby Branch!" John Dory ran forward fussing over his younger brother. Y/N looked confused. It wasn't until Poppy confronted JD when Y/N's world changed. "Hi I'm Branch's brother." John Dory said. "No Branch only has one sibling and that's Y/N." Poppy stated pointing at Y/N before crossing her arms. John froze. "Y/N?" John asked walking towards them. Y/N stepped back, your eyes watering as you realized what was going on. John touched their face. "Please don't touch me." Y/N pushed John away and ran towards Branch. "I have another brother?!" They screamed at him. Branch heart started to break little by little. "Let me explai-" "I hate you! How could you keep this from me!" Y/N shouted.
When John was explaining everything Y/N wasn't really paying attention. They have 4 more brothers!? That's all they could think about. It wasn't until John walked over that they snapped out of it. "Why don't you come with us? Meet the others?"
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💠John Dory💠
You and John really bonded over the trip. John told you about his adventures while hiking all over the kingdom. You kinda looked up to him. However, when his perfectionist side came out when practicing the perfect harmony. You called him out on it after the argument, saying how disappointed you were in him. That really struck him hard. He just met you, he didn't want you to think badly of him.
After everything at Mount Rageous John made it his mission to change your opinion of him, even though it already did. He let you pick hikes to go on. He was really protective of you. Even if you scraped you knee slight, he went into over protective brother mode. He let you show him things that you liked, even if he hated doing them. He wanted a good relationship with you, and did everything in his power to make that happen. You two had a really loving relationship.
🪻Bruce🪻
When Bruce met you he treated you like his own child. Which you told him it was weird and told him to treat you like his other brothers. You loved that. Brandi loved you too. She gushed over you, pinching your cheeks. She said out of you, Branch and JD you were the cutest. You loved her two.
After everything you would go over to Vacay Island and Bruce would teach you everything he knew. From running the resort to his charming ways. You love helping at the resort. A lot of customers loved you and demanded you come back more often. When it came to the "ways of the charm" you found it so funny. You learnt it to tease Bruce and pretend to be like him when you were with your brothers. He got so embarrassed while his other brothers nearly wet themselves. He couldn't be mad at you though. He loved you so much. You two had a partners in crime relationship.
🍀Clay🍀
When Clay met you he acted with you like he did with Branch but bigger. He hugged you first, ruffled your hair, spun you around and squished you face so hard saying "I have the cutest sibling ever!!!" You giggled the entire time. You easily became Clay's favourite person.
After everything you and Clay became really close. You joined his sad book club. Clay found it really cute because you would cry your eyes out. He would join in on the things you love with John, however he loved it. When he found out you loved to bake he would join you. He would ask you to write down what you have baked before, then he would mark the ones he wanted to learn. You two had such a wholesome relationship.
🪷Floyd🪷
You two were properly introduced after he woke up after the battle. He hugged you so tightly. Slightly crying, since he was the one who was most looking forward to you hatching.
You and Floyd instantly loved each other. You two joined Clay's sad book club together. You two would often cry together. You had so much in common. He joint Clay in you teaching them to bake. He would teach you guitar. Once you got good you two would perform together a lot. After everything that happened to him, he would have trouble sleeping. He would often come to your room in the bunker and sleep next to you as he found you really comforting. You two were the closest. You two had a wholesome and loving relationship.
🐾Branch🐾
After Branch having a go at his brothers. You finally understood why he didn't tell you. It hurt him too much to talk about them. You ran after him after having a go at your brothers. As you got closer you noticed him and Poppy hugging. You waited until Branch noticed. You started crying and threw yourself into his arms. "I'm sorry! I didn't think about how you were feeling!" You cried. Branch smiled hugging you tightly. "I also did it for you, I didnt want you to know. I didn't want you to wonder why they didn't come back to meet you. I knew you would question if they wanted you in their lives." He whispered.
After everything Branch told you everything about the band. Showed you all their songs and iconic eras. He asked his brothers that for the reunion if they should surprise you and offer you a place in the band. You cried when Branch asked you and immediately said yes. You were a hit with fans. You got given the name "the ray of sunshine". This is because whenever you were on stage everyone loved you and you instantly made people happy.
A/N: omg I loved this idea. Thank you for requesting. I hope you liked it
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hotvintagepoll · 15 days
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Rosemary Clooney (White Christmas)—Rosemary!!! Her singing voice is incredible, she looks stunning in everything she wears, she has this quiet gravitas on screen that I haven’t seen anywhere else!! She deserves to be known as a lot more than George Clooney’s Aunt (if anything, I think of him as Rosemary Clooney’s nephew who also went into the business). Also when she got older she had this amazing sexy raspy voice (which sadly was due to smoking a lot but doesn’t take away from the fact that it’s very very sexy)
Kalina Jędrusik (Upał, The Doll, The Cure for Love)—She was a singer too and one of her songs is literally about how "there is sex in me"
This is round 1 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Rosemary:
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Rosemary Clooney made very few movies, and built her career mostly as a singer--however, anyone who has ever seen her in White Christmas understands that this was Hollywood's loss, because she exudes glamour and charm and does a wonderful job acting it as well. She's gorgeous, she has a beautiful voice, she has one of those faces that the screen just loves, and she is, frankly, hot as hell.
Okay so obviously she's more a singer than an actress, but she was still one of the best musical actresses of the era! They just didn't know what to do with her. She really wasn't a dancer at all, so you'll see most of the numbers in White Christmas she's got a convenient prop to sweep around. However, this ~weakness brought about a love story for the ages! Dante Di Paulo (you may know him as the mustachioed townie rival to the Pontipees in Seven Brides for Seven Brothers) was hired to teach her to dance and they fell in love over rehearsals. Separated by filming schedules, Rosemary ended up marrying José Ferrer and breaking Dante's heart, but 20 years and two divorces from José later they met in traffic. Not about to miss her second chance, she honked her horn and yelled her phone number at him (talk about carpe diem). He moved in a couple of months later but they finally made it official in 1997 because "our grandchildren want us to get married". They were utterly devoted to each other and he was very much a Wife Guy.
An absolutely amazing singer and so stunning. Her performance in that black dress in White Christmas just takes my breath away every time. She's also George Clooney's aunt.
when she. when she. 'love you didnt do right by me' from white christmas-
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She was a very cool woman, who had a very hard life. She had severe mental health struggles throughout her life and left the stage for quite a while, but fought hard to make her career comeback later in life with a little timely help from good friend and frequent collaborator Bing Crosby. She also duetted with Marlene Dietrich early in her career
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She was very funny and very civic-minded, she campaigned with RFK during his presidential run. She had a very close bond with her nephew (that George Clooney yes), he even had her songs on the playlist when he proposed to his wife! She didn't enjoy singing this song from White Christmas, as it wasn't quite in her range, but she's incredibly powerful and undoubtedly very hot in this scene (fun fact, oscar winner George Chakiris is one of her dancers here, before his big break!) -
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coyote-finn · 6 months
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"At the risk of stating the obvious, no woman can mate with a bull and produce a child. Recognizing this simple scientific fact, I am led to a somewhat interesting suspicion: King Minos did not build the labyrinth to imprison a monster but to conceal a deformed child, his child.
While the Minotaur has often been depicted as a creature with the body of a bull but the torso of a man, centaur-like, the myth describes the minotaur as simply having the head of a bull and the body of a man, or in other words, a man with a deformed face. I believe pride would not allow Minos to accept that the heir to the throne had a horrendous appearance.
Consequently, he dissolved the right of ascension by publicly accusing his wife Pasiphae of fornicating with a male bovine.
Having enough conscience to keep from murdering his own flesh and blood, Minos had a labyrinth constructed, complicated enough to keep his son from ever escaping but without bars to suggest a prison. (It is interesting to note how the myth states most of the Athenian youth "fed" to the Minotaur actually starved to death in the Labyrinth, thus indicating their deaths had more to do with the complexity of the maze and less to do with the presumed ferocity of the Minotaur.)
I am convinced Minos' maze really serves as a trope for repression. My published thoughts on this subject (see "Birth Defects in Knossos"Sonny Won't Wait Flyer, Santa Cruz, 1968) inspired the playwright Taggert Chielitz to author a play called *The Minotaur* for The Seattle Repertory Company. As only eight people, including the doorman, got a chance to see the production, I produce here a brief summary:
Chielitz begins his play with Minos entering the labyrinth late one evening to speak to his son. As it turns out, the Minotaur is a gentle and misunderstood creature, while the so-called Athenian youth are convicted criminals who were already sentenced to death back in Greece. Usually King Minos has them secretly executed and then publicly claims their deaths were caused by the terrifying Minotaur thus ensuring that the residents of Knossos will never get too close to the labyrinth. Unfortunately this time, one of the criminals had escaped into the maze, encountered Mint (as Chielitz refers to the Minotaur) and nearly murdered him. Had Minos himself not rushed in and killed the criminal, his son would have perished. Suffice it to say Minos is furious. He has caught himself caring for his son and the resulting guilt and sorrow ineeses him to no end. As the play progresses, the King slowly sees past his son's deformities, eventually discovering an elegiae spirit, an artistie sentiment and most importantly a visionary understanding of the world. Soon a deep paternal love grows in the King's heart and he begins to conceive of a way to reintroduce the Minotaur back into society. Sadly, the stories the King has spread throughout the world concerning this terrifying beast prove the seeds of tragedy. Soon enough, a bruiser named Theseus arrives (Chielitz describes him as a drunken, virtually retarded, frat boy) who without a second thought hacks the Minotaur into little pieces. In one of the play's most moving scenes, King Minos, with tears streaming down his face, publicly commends Theseus' courage. The crowd believes the tears are a sign of gratitude while we the audience understand they are tears of loss. The King's heart breaks and while he will go on to be an extremely just ruler, it is a justice forever informed by the deepest kind of agony."
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
pg. 110-111
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satorunigojaloo · 2 months
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Say yes to heaven (pt3)
Gojo Satoru x f!reader
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-> part 1 ~ part 2 ~ part 4 (epilogue) <-
Genre: fluff, romance, smut
Warning: sexual themes, mention of injuries/blood/cuts/death (reader is hurt and is in bad need of nurturing)
AN: So this story is my baby and can’t really let go of their camping trip just yet. I don’t know about you guys, but the thought of being alone camping with Gojo Satoru is the dream. Especially when the last thing you did was confess to each other and somehow can’t keep your hands to yourselves?
And let’s not hope you end up being hurt pretty bad and need Satoru to tend to your wounds. Jk we want that, we need to be taken care of by him.
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You found yourselves here again, like many times before. Standing by the lake with your fishing rod in your grip desperately trying to get the fish to bite.
It was just like every normal morning, Satoru whining about being hungry like usual, only this time his strong arms are wrapped around your waist from behind and his chin resting on your shoulder.
Only yesterday had things between you evolved, the feeling of happiness strong and you do your best to not be a giggling mess.
Especially when you feel his embrace and how is heart beats against your back in synch with yours.
You regret not cuddling him last night, you had slept in your own sleeping bags and had spent the whole time just talking and laughing.
Unable to contain your smile thinking about how you both had been yawning, but neither wanting the conversation to end. It was a sweet moment where you just looked at each other and even held hands.
Sadly you had fallen asleep first and unsure if it was just a dream or not, you remember feeling a pair of lips on your forehead and his soft voice whisper ‘goodnight’.
You reel in the line and sigh, the fish just won’t bite and you give up. Throwing the rod aside you wrap your arms around his and lean your head back into his chest. "Aw no bites today either? You really suck at this."
Usually you would roll your eyes and snap back at his teasing and respond with your own snarky remark and walk away. However this time you turn around in his arms and kiss him.
Apparently the best way to shut him up is to do that. He kiss you back and you feel your insides doing backflips. You were a virgin yes, and it wasn’t even a secret anymore because that curse that had groped you announced it out for the whole forest to hear.
You didn’t feel ashamed about it. Not at all. It’s just that now you’re insecure about Satoru’s expectations. Remembering him saying there hadn’t been anyone after you. It could mean he either didn’t enjoy someone’s company the same way, but still had casual sex. Or that he also is a virgin.
Which one you actually preferred is hard to tell. It would be nice if he had experience and could take the lead, but the thought of someone else kissing him or being with him intimately made your heart ache.
"How long will you be gone?" With heavy breath you ask as you end the make out session.
"A few hours, I’ll eat lunch with them. I’ll try to be back for dinner. If you actually catch any fish." Confident that you would get lucky, you smirk at him and take up the rod from the ground.
Doing a silly little pose with it, bubbling inside as he laughs at you. A genuine and beautiful laugh. You strike a few more poses before you break into laughter yourself.
"You’re such a dork. A cute dork." He rustle your hair with his big hand and peck you on your lips before he teleports away.
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"Come here fishy fishy fishyyyyy." Your own homemade song to lure in the fish filling the silent forest. It had been a few hours since he left and it was closing in on dinner time. More desperate than ever to catch your dinner.
Deeply concentrated you fail to notice Satoru’s veil had broken. Too occupied in your own thoughts as you sing to the fishes.
You jump up at the speed of light when the string suddenly jerks. Pulling up the rod hard to secure the fish and you reel in, only to be met with powerful resistance.
Your rod bends down hard and then snaps. Whatever fish that had bit on the hook was huge and strong.
In afterthought you realise how stupid you were for not accepting defeat. Instead you jump in the water after where the remnants of your rod had sunk to.
It was dark underwater, darker than it normally would be. You couldn’t see anything, the sudden sensation of strong cursed energy around you and you look straight into two red eyes.
Something sharp touch your legs and you feel the skin being pierced. Like knives cutting and more slashes came. To not lose your breath you try your best to contain your screams.
You use your strength to push yourself to the surface, but the curse pull you deeper down. It felt like something biting your foot and pulling you down with its teeth.
The deeper you sink the higher up the cuts slash. Fuck fuck fuck. What is a curse doing here? What about Satoru’s veil…? Just now do you sense the veils disappearance.
Still, without the veil it was highly unlikely that a curse on this level would attack or even be here. Satoru must have left Sukuna’s finger behind. No time to think more about it you feel an intense pain in your right arm. My fishing arm.
Sharp teeth sink into your skin and a slow burn spread through your body. Poison? I’m so fucked right now. Cursing inwardly doing your best to find a way out of this.
Chest cramping up signaling that your lungs would need oxygen soon, and the pain from the slashes and the bite on your arm slows down your movement.
The thought of dying hits you, and just like in movies you feel your life flashbacks. Those happy moments from your youth when you and a girl walked together in this very forest. Pink cherry blossom leaves raining down from the trees.
Forest less scary than now. You were laughing and holding hands. Memories of your first time seeing a curse, how you had ran to your mom crying about monsters. Her warm embrace and coo’s comforted you.
Orange painted skies decorated with white cotton clouds that merged into pink the closer to the sun they were. White hair blew in the slight breeze as it looked up at the sky.
The first time he touched your body and his lips on yours, the butterflies you had felt and how you found yourself giggling in bed too often for your own good.
The tears that fell that day you said goodbye to him, or the tears when he came back. How he had slowly managed to creep back into your life and ‘kidnapped’ you to a forest.
His strong arms that embraced you when your body had been unwillingly touched and the way those blue eyes holding the colours of heaven sparkled when you confessed to him.
Satoru…
A breath left your mouth and through half-lid eyes you watch the bubbles reach the surface while you’re dragged further down.
You snort at the irony that it would be fishing that kill you. Well well, guess you stupid fishes won the war. Sayonara.
Just when you were about to close your eyes you feel something grab you, pulling you up. Clearly stronger than whatever’s pulling you down. Thank god he’s here. I honestly did not want to die like this, or at all. Stupid curses. Stupid sorcery.
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Satoru couldn’t really hear anything other than his heart rambling in his chest. On his way back he had felt the veil break.
His blindfold pulled down so quick and he immediately saw you. You seem unaware of the dark creeping aura from the water and for some idiot reason jump right into it.
Too little time to think about how stupid you were he ran to you. Satoru wanted to think he was coolheaded, but the fact that he ran instead of teleporting proves otherwise.
He saw how you struggled underwater and how your body was abused, he felt how your cursed energy slowly disappeared and he accelerated.
Head first he dived in, first priority was to get you out and then dispatch the curse. As he grips your arm he see your faint smile when you notice him.
His infinity activated he pull the both of you to the surface he laid you down carefully before obliterating the curse.
Anger? Panic? Heart racing from the adrenaline and he forgot for a moment that you were there. Satoru stare at the waters to look for any trace of the curse. Gone. Good.
Your coughs drags him back to reality and he turn to you and his head finally able to think clearly.
His hand hold up your head to open your airflow more and stop you from choking the water you struggle to cough up.
In a sitting position now he gently tap your back and you vomit up water. When he knows you’re good he wrap you into his chest. Hard.
You could feel his heartbeat in his chest as your head was straddle against it. Even with your whole body feeling like shit the thought of him caring that much eases your pain.
"Satoru, I can’t breathe…" releasing his grip on you and you take the opportunity to inhale air.
"Sorry about that. Can you stand?" Your attempt at trying to find some footing with the aid of his helping hand unsuccessful.
Satoru is quick to support your weight holding you up with his hands on your elbows. A low grunt leave your lips from the stinging pain of all the small cuts down your legs.
The pants you had worn were teared from the knees and down and small rifts revealing your wounds. Satoru eye you up and down and you could tell by his expression that he blames himself.
-
The walk back to the campfire feels longer than just a few metres. You insisted that you didn’t need to be carried that short distance and so you stumble your way while clinging to Satoru’s arm for dear life.
Regretting your decision now when the adrenaline had disappeared and the pain from your injuries kicks in.
"You’re so stubborn it’s actually annoying. Thought you had grown up a little since our high school years." It is a lighthearted complain, but you sense a truth his words.
Being stubborn was the reason you always roasted Satoru in school, why you always answered back with a snarky remark and teasing.
It was your defence mechanism to avoid ending up in situations like right now. Where you were weak and helpless. Satoru knew you weren’t the greatest sorcerer and that you weren’t one of those with hidden potential.
Weirdly enough he didn’t care, even when he was known to look down on the weak. Another reason you just hated being a sorcerer and hated that he had to see how bad you actually are at being one.
"You call it stubborn, I call it having a strong mind. Something I need in order to manage as a low grade shit sorceress." you mumble low and hope he didn’t catch that. Because just saying what you said was the opposite of having a strong mind.
"Never mind." You add when he look at you with a questioning face.
None of you said anything the rest of the very short but long walk.
While Satoru prepare his extra futon for you, you were sat down in the camping chair and just observing the white haired male working.
"Where is that fucking first aid kit? Did you pack one? I think I forgot mine…" trying to think where you packed it you sigh in defeat.
"I was stupid enough to pack it with my tent. Which I forgot." Satoru who was squatting as he search your backpack froze. You could only see his back from your angle.
Satoru’s eye twitch as he remember your tent. The tent he had thrown out just so he could share his with yours.
"Why would you pack a first aid kit together with your tent?? Who does that?" He cringe at how angry his voice sounds and how he direct it at you. When it was him who had thrown it out and now made your fragile state even worse.
"Sorry, didn’t mean to yell at you." He glance at you over his shoulder and notice that you’re passed out.
Ah shit, fuck am I supposed to do? Maybe the students have first aid kits!
Feeling his eureka moment and teleport to his students, making them jump back in horror at his sudden arrival. They didn’t think he would pop up again today.
Satoru explain the situation and could kiss his students for coming prepared to this trip. All of them had packed first aid kits.
He gave them his thanks and they told him to update them on your situation and to get them if he needed help.
-
Last thing you remember was Satoru’s back and how he had said something, but you couldn’t make out what he said.
Your eyelids had become heavy and you slumped down in the chair. Next thing you see is a starry sky. No clouds in sight and the stars bright as they light up the night.
The sound of the campfire next to you make you turn your head, which made Satoru turn his attention to you and not the very burnt marshmallow.
He was frowning at you, almost like a child and you couldn’t help but frown back. Adding a little pout as well, which made his face soften into a smile.
"I have been watching you for the last hours trying to figure out why on earth you jumped into the waters when it was clearly polluted with a curse."
"What was your conclusion?" despite being weak you manage to add a little sass to your question.
Sighing as he stands up and walk toward you, a frown giving away how his smile’s forced.
"That not only are you stubborn, but really and I mean really, fucking stupid." You swear he also mumbles something about you being obsessed with fishing under his breath.
Thankful you’re still able to roll your eyes, you make sure Satoru could see your reaction. He only snorts at you, but then he look at you with a serious face.
"Throwing jokes aside, that was actually stupid. I know you’re not the best sorcerer" ouch "and that I can’t expect you to see or sense everything I can." thanks for pointing out how strong you are "but I actually expect you to be able to notice when the veil is down and when a curse at that high level is right in fucking front of you."
He’s sitting next to you on his knees, the way he towered over you felt more intimidating than safe at the moment. You knew he’s angry, for real angry too and it’s scary.
You could be a grown up and admit that he is right, but his words about your stupidity and indirectly calling you weak infuriates you.
Matching his scowl you stick out your tongue before turning your back to him. Covering your head with the blanket to put up a barrier between you and him.
"Oh my god." You wince at his furious tone. He sound even angrier now, fuck maybe I should just—
"Fuck this and fuck you, you can just lay there and be a stubborn child alone. I’m going for a walk. Don’t get yourself in anymore trouble, please."
You keep your head under the blanket until you no longer sense him. Turning to lay on your back again you admire the stars.
Fucking Gojo Satoru, thinking just because not everyone can be a fucking god with powerful techniques doesn’t mean we’re stupid. Who does he think he is? He’s the same asshole as in school now that’s for sure.
Cursing inwardly at how unfairly he had treated you and sad at his words spoken in anger.
The urge to throw up overwhelms you and you roll on your side to empty your guts. It’s only stomach acid and bits digested food from breakfast.
Sudden dizziness hit you and you remember the poison the curse injected you with through its bite. To be honest it wouldn’t be too bad if I die now. That way I don’t have to admit to Satoru that he was right.
You don’t really mean that, you in fact did not want to die at all. Which is the main reason you don’t never wanted to be a full time sorcerer.
Compared to other sorcerers you actually fear and dread the thought of death. Your dream is to die at the age of a hundred in your comfortable bed, surrounded by your loved ones.
Realising that if that were to happen you’d have to crawl to the cross and tell Satoru. Fumbling to find your phone which had somehow survived being drowned along with you, you dial his number.
"Yo."
You feel relief when his tone is less angry than when he left.
-
Not often did Gojo Satoru get angry, he could count on one hand the times he had been this infuriated. In his upbringing he didn’t experience much conflict or resistance.
Not until high school did he meet people who didn’t bow to his every need and give in to his opinions.
The moment he remembered best was the day his friend left him. Angry at his friend, but mostly at himself for being so blind.
His best friend, the only one he has. Yes, he still consider Suguru to be his best friend even after not seeing him since that day.
With his head down and hands in his pockets, the tall man was pacing around in the woods, kicking some rocks while sulking.
He knew he probably overreacted, but had you not decided to be so stubborn and childish in your answers he might have calmed down.
The fear he felt when he saw you attacked by the curse and how weak you actually are. He knew you weren’t one of the strong ones and he accepted it because you had a strong heart and mind. You were aware of your own status and abilities and didn’t take on more than you could handle.
You didn’t define yourself as weak either and exploited your own potential as much as you could. Which is why he became even more angry when you called yourself a low grade shit sorcerer.
His pocket vibrates and he lift up his blindfold to see who it was calling. Still angry at you he took an extra second to answer, but knowing you wouldn’t call him so soon after that argument he assume it’s urgent.
"Yo."
-
Back at the campsite again and you could see how the poor man is fighting his urge to scowl at you. You had just told him about the vomit and the poison.
Yes, you had also swallowed your pride and admitted that your behaviour was childish. He however had yet to apologise for lashing out at you. Right now you let it go because of your growing fear of dying.
"So… what do we do?" You glance at him, Satoru deep in thought and his signature thinking stance activated. With a hand on his chin and his mouth squeezed between his thumb and finger..
"Let me call Shoko." He takes up his phone and he pace back and forth waiting for her to pick up, one hand in his pocket and his back slightly hunched.
"No answer, weird. She usually pick up at all hours." He walk to you and his hand caress your cheek.
Your skin is clam and cold and he notice how you’re growing paler by the minute. You winch when he exhales, preparing for another lecture. Instead he just sighs and meet your eyes with a worried look.
"Let me have a look. I’m no expert in this, but if the poison is from cursed energy I should be able to figure out something."
His large palm scan you arm up and down, you feel his cursed energy on your skin and it’s a warm and soothing feeling.
"Am I dying?" You ask jokingly in an attempt to conceal your fear. Satoru saw right through you and look at you with worry in his eyes.
"I don’t know, all I know is that it’s a slow working poison, but treatment I don’t know for sure. Just let me—" his phone rings and it’s Shoko.
Satoru quick to answer and on his feet to explain the situation. When he hangs up the phone he walk to your side again with a smile.
"Good news, Shoko says the poison isn’t deadly. This kind of poison alone only gives the victim symptoms, but not killing them."
Relief. Now your dream to die as an old lady is still obtainable. Before you could enjoy the moment any more you quickly throw yourself to the side to throw up more.
"Did she mention how long the symptoms will stay?" Gagging out your words and wincing at as the stomach acid burn your throat.
Satoru try his best to help by clapping your back soothingly. "She said that your wounds need proper cleaning, the effects will calm down quicker if we do that. So let’s do that as soon as you’re done being disgusting."
"Fuck—" you gag again "—you". Hearing him laugh in response made the mood between you lighter and you try to throw him a smile between vomiting.
-
"Luckily for you, I have seen this before." He try to relax with his words. He is right, but you still didn’t feel completely comfortable with the situation.
This is not how you want Satoru to see your body. Currently only in your underwear and fully exposed to him. You’re impressed that he seems unbothered and solely focusing on the wounds.
"Tsk, ouch." You wince at the cotton pad soaked in cleaning alcohol touch your cuts. The curse had done most damage on your feet, legs and thighs.
After cleaning he gently wrap them up in bandage before starting on your torso. Slashes and cuts on your abdomen and arms were more shallow and hurt less.
Satoru being professional helped a lot on the situation, but you couldn’t help the blush tainting your body and if he noticed he did a good job ignoring it.
His movements stops and you look up at his red face. "Satoru? What’s wrong?"
"I have to remove your underwear." his voice trembling slightly.
You swallow and give him a nod, the situation now too embarrassing for you to utter any words.
Taking one glance at him before you turn your face to the side and close your eyes, waiting for this to go over.
His fingers hesitate slightly as he grab the edge of your waistband. "It’s ok…" you hear him mumbling, more to himself than you.
You hold your breath in anticipation as the clothing is pulled down slowly and off your legs. The cool night air touching your revealed skin make you shiver.
Your underwear had been torn and ruined, yet he had pulled them off so gently, instead of just ripping them off… with his teeth.
Shaking your head trying to rid your mind of such thoughts, it would only make it worse if you allow yourself to be aroused right now.
You open your eyes and look at him as he try to apply the alcohol to the cotton pad with shaking hands. The man was trembling and even if you only could see his profile the blush tint not only his cheeks, but ears and neck as well.
A droplet of sweat roll from his hairline and down his neck, his bottom lip tightly between his teeth and you saw his Adam’s apple move as he swallow nervously.
"I’m going to clean the area now." Gojo Satoru was a mess, a beautiful mess and you couldn’t help but relish at how affected he was.
He didn’t wait for approval and starts to rub your skin carefully. Luckily the cuts are mostly on your lower stomach and hips.
Satoru pull the blanket up to cover you from waist down quickly when he finishes the cleaning.
Your hand reach out to his that is now resting on the ground and he jump a little from the touch. You rub his skin with your thumb before squeezing his hand gently.
His magical blue eyes look over to you and he calms down, giving you a small awkward smile.
"This wasn’t how I wanted you to see me for the first time…" he wrap his hand around yours and bend down to kiss your forehead.
"Thanks for allowing me to help you anyway, and next time I’ll see you it will be under better circumstances." it took you a minute to realise what he meant and you furiously blush at his sudden cockiness.
How Satoru can go from a nervous mess and back to his cheeky persona is almost alien.
"Y-you jerk!"
His bubbling laugh warms your insides, but you’re not letting him see that right now. You want to pout a little first.
He continue cleaning the rest of the wounds and place a cool cloth on your forehead. "Now let’s find you some clothes and move you to the tent. Let me know if you’re cold and need some warmth."
Shooting you a toothy grin before he walk up and make preparations for bedtime.
-
Even after his discreet invitation and flirty smile, Satoru had done everything in his power to make sure you were kept warm.
He had lent you one of his sweaters and dressed you in your wool socks. You were once again in the famous blanket burrito and inside your sleeping bag.
The nausea no longer torturing you, only the feeling of fatigue from the poison and the occasional stinging from your wounds.
You lay facing him and he’s on his side looking back at you.
He was laying on top of his sleeping bag all stretched out. His whole length just barely fit inside the tent, bare toes touching the fabric of the tent.
The collar in his t-shirt loose, revealing his collarbones and a tiny bit of his chest. With one arm under his head and another resting over his torso with a warm smile on his face.
"How are you feeling?"
"Better, just hurts a little and my body feels like absolute shit." he gives you a sympathic pout and you giggle at how cute he is. His eyes look so big and innocent, his face so youthful and adorable.
"Cold?"
You see right through his question and smirk. Unwrapping yourself from the burrito you crawl over to him and he open his arms to hold you.
Nuzzling your nose in his chest taking in his scent and warmth. "I wasn’t really cold, someone had wrapped me up pretty good you see." His chest vibrate as he chuckle at your words, knowing exactly who that someone is.
"But I still wanted to feel your warmth." You feel his lips on the top of your head and close your eyes in content.
Satoru sense how you are drifting off and close the sleeping bag around your forms before stroking your back.
"I’m sorry for shouting at you today."
"Mmhm, ‘s ‘kay Toru. Thank you. ‘Gnight" you mumble sleepily into his chest and he pull you closer into him.
"Good night."
-
You’re the first to wake up and you check the time on your phone. It’s still way too early to wake up, but considering you’d slept a lot of yesterday it was natural that your body was done resting.
When you fell asleep you were in Satoru’s embrace, but positions had changed during the night and he was now straddling your smaller frame with his arms around your waist and head on your stomach.
Your hand resting behind is neck holding it for support and the other cuddling his arm on your hip.
Looking down at him you brush away his bangs to properly admire his features. He squint slightly in his sleep at the movement, but his face relaxes again and he resume his light snoring.
Just like this he look so innocent, not because of his youthful features, but the way is completely relaxed in your embrace.
A warmth creeps spread inside your body, feeling so blessed that Satoru allows himself to be vulnerable in front of you.
Even if his head feels a little heavy on you and you struggle to breathe you accept it because the closeness and safety he gives you means more.
Your fingers run through his white locks and gently massage his scalp. You notice how he slowly wakes up, feeling a little bad for waking him, but when you notice his little smile you know he doesn’t mind.
"Morning." His sleepy voice made your breath hitch. The fact he could be even more beautiful than he already is, he open his eyes slowly and meet yours with a sleepy gaze.
His arms wraps harder around your form and he lean into your hand massaging his head.
"Good morning." you answer him and you lay in a comfortable silence.
Satoru’s hand previously on your hip caress the skin of your abdomen revealed from you moving in your sleep. He push the sweater further up and his lips place gentle kisses on your belly.
Hand creeps up further and he look at you for consent before cupping your breast. It fit perfectly in his large palms and he squeeze it lightly.
Moving himself so he is laying on top of you, his face still at the same level as your stomach and he kiss all over your skin.
Your (his) sweater still covering your breasts and he sneak his head underneath. You couldn’t see him, but you feel his hand massaging your breast and his lips kissing the other.
"Satoru, what are you—?" He doesn’t stop and his other hand down gently tickle down your sides in a soothing way.
"I had a nice dream." He murmur into your skin, barely audible due to his head underneath the sweater.
Kissing his way down your stomach, revealing his face again he stops at the waistline of your shorts. He look up at you through long lashes and his lips glossy from his own saliva.
"What did you dream about?" your voice erotic and you cringe a little. He give you his devilish handsome smile.
"You."
His finger trace line if the shorts and you don’t protest. He pull the shorts slightly down to reveal your bandages and his brows furrow a little.
"Tell me to stop." He whisper and you caress his cheek and tilt his head up.
"Don’t stop."
He let out a breath and it felt warm on your skin. Kissing your bandages before pulling your shorts and underwear down further.
Throwing them away you were once again bare and exposed to his eyes. Satoru place himself between your thighs and admire your beautiful sex.
"You’re so beautiful." He lean in to kiss the skin on your inner thighs that isn’t covered in bandages.
His hands lift your legs up to rest on his shoulder and he lay down comfortably with his face only centimetres away from your already wet core.
"I’ve never done this before." Surprised by his confession you look at him, his cheeks tinted in red. You give him a reassuring smile.
"Me neither." you confess back, it’s enough to make him continue. Feeling less pressure knowing the two of you will figure this out together.
Satoru felt his insides knot up at how beautiful you are and how you trusted him to take care of you in so many ways.
He use a finger to gently stroke up and down you slit before pushing itself between your folds. Using his other hand to spread your folds to find you sensitive bundle of nerves.
The white haired sorcerer had never had sex or been intimate with a woman before, but that didn’t mean he hadn’t studied the female anatomy or read about it. He may even have seen a few videos…
His thumb graze your clit carefully and by your reaction he knew where he should centre his focus.
"Tell me how you like it." You look down and you felt like you’re staring at an angel, the way his cheek rests against your thigh and that handsome smile with a hint of insecurity.
He rub your clit again with his thumb, but this time kept going in careful and soothing circles. Your breath quicken and you can’t stop yourself from looking away.
It’s arousing to see how much Satoru enjoys making you feel good and how he smirk at your small moans and whimpers.
"Y-you’re doing good. Maybe a little more pressure, but n-not too much."
Just like you asked Satoru put a little more pressure on his rubbing and it was the perfect amount. He is better at this than you are yourself. Which is annoying because he really is the best at everything he does.
The sensations overtake you and you start to wriggle underneath him to Satoru’s displeasure. He use his other hand to press on your lower belly holding you down.
"Hold still there, I’m losing my rhythm." Teasing voice because he knew exactly the reason you’re moving.
Replacing his thumb with his tongue he flicks the bud making you moan. He keeps doing it, teasing you to the point where you almost had to beg him.
"Satoru… stop teasing me." You whimper and he hum innocently before sucking on your clit. Feeling how wet you’ve become, he decide to slowly insert a long finger inside you.
Having to hold you down with his strength as you jump from the sudden penetration. It’s unusual to have something that long inside you and your muscles clenched around him.
Satoru feel how you tighten around him and look up at you with worry. "Sorry, did I hurt you?"
You feel bad at how your body reacts, he did in fact not hurt you at all. Trying your best to relax you smile down at him.
"It’s okay ‘Toru, just not used to anything longer than my own fingers inside me. It feels good, just need time to adjust. Don’t stop."
A heartfelt smile on his lips and he proceed to suck and lick your clit and slowly moving his fingers around. "I’m gonna insert another finger, yeah? You ready, sweetie?"
Your insides flutter at the nickname and you nod, preparing yourself. You grab his head with both hands as you feel yourself filled up even more. Giving Satoru an unintentional head massage in the process.
Satoru didn’t realise watching someone react this way from his touches would be turning him on as well. He feels himself become painfully hard in his sweats.
His fingers hooks themselves inside you, touching that sweet spongy spot and you throw your head back in pleasure.
Tongue and lips stimulating your sensitive clit and two fingers slowly pumping in and out of you in a perfect rhythm sends you into a bliss.
Still holding you down to stop you from moving too much, you could only grab his head harder, gently pulling his hair and biting your lips.
You feel yourself getting closer to release, and even from doing this so many times by yourself this was more intense.
"Ahh, ‘Toru I’m so close—"
Satoru accelerate and your moans like music in his ears. He has to grind himself against the mattress to give his aching member some relief, but doing his best to not cum in his pants.
It’s hard because of your flustered face, tearstained eyes and whimpering moans of pleasure that sends Satoru into a euphoric sensation.
Suddenly you’re quiet and he feel your body freeze under him, your abs under his palm tense up, your walls squeeze around him and your nails almost drawing blood from his scalp.
And then you come undone, a moaning sigh of relief wash over you and your wet juices cover his fingers and face.
Breathing so heavily it felt like you had ran a marathon. Your eyes roll back into your skull and you release your grip on Satoru’s hair.
"Fuuuck, ‘Toru. You’re sure you’ve never done this before?" You sigh and try to inhale as much oxygen as possible. He chuckles at your words and crawl up to hold around you.
That’s when you notice something poking your hip. Your heartbeats that had just calmed down now start to beat again.
"I’m the strongest, remember?" He stick out his tongue, but he almost bit it off when he feel your hand stroking his dick through the fabric.
"So hard, hmm. Is it just from eating me out?" You had no idea your voice could be this low and seductive and you hear Satoru swallow.
Your rubs increase and you feel how he twitch underneath your hand. "Tell me to stop." You mimic his words and you push down his sweatpants and boxers.
His whole length bounce out of his pants and you use a finger to tease his happy trail and short strands of hair covering his shaft before wrapping your hand around.
As you jerk your hand up and down feeling how long and thick he is, it’s your turn to swallow.
Satoru’s tries to contain his moans, but as you grip him a little tighter he couldn’t hold it in. He hide is head in the crook of you neck and his breath tickling your skin.
"I like it when you’re a little rough." He whimper in your ear and you continue jerking and rubbing his dick up and down with a tight grip.
Your thumb trace over his head and feel him drip from the slit. You rub over it and smear the precum all over his head.
"Wait… i’m going to cum any second." He lift his head to look at you with a boyish blush.
"I want to feel you, be inside you… can I?" You nod and his nervousness fades away and he place his lips on yours. You could still taste yourself on his tongue as it enters your mouth.
Satoru roll over on top of you, his arms caging your head and he lean in to kiss your more, deeper and you feel his lust for you in every movement of his lips.
"You’re so unbelievably beautiful." He shower you in compliments in between his kisses. He kiss all over your face with affection.
He pulls away to remove his clothes and you do the same. Now you’re both naked and admiring each other’s bodies.
You bite your lip at how angelic this man is. His white hair perfect to his pale skin, those blue eyes bluer than any sky you’d seen and his plump glossy lips begging to taste yours.
Knowing what you want, but when you see how large he really is, you’re afraid he won’t fit inside. Satoru also doesn’t really know how he will fit.
"I know we’re thinking the same thing right now, but according to my research it usually fits." He mumble shyly and you snort at how he mentions ‘research’ as in he actually studied for this.
"H-hey don’t laugh!" He gives you a faux pout. Using his fingers to collect your wetness and apply it to his pink head, you shove your hips up to allow him easier access.
Rubbing his sensitive head between your folds and against your swollen clit making you moan. You feel him slowly entering you and you hold your breath.
"You’re really big, ahh ‘Toru" you yelp as he is halfway inside you and he look at you with worry. He kiss away tears you didn’t know were there and then your lips.
It’s a gentle and sweet kiss and Satoru pull away from your face to look at you as he push himself more inside.
Your legs wrap themselves around his slender hip and you grab his shoulders as you adjust yourself to having him inside you.
"Sorry for hurting you." He whisper in your neck and you shake your head. "It’s okay, continue ‘Toru. I’m okay really."
With his face still in your neck his hands sneak underneath you to grab your ass, pulling you up against him.
He start a slow grinding rhythm pumping himself inside you, he could feel you loosen more up and you whimpers turn into sensual moans.
His teeth gently nibble up and down your neck and he start to pump in and out of you faster. Both of you moaning in unison as he pull almost out before re-entering you over and over.
"I want to see you." You moan in his ear and he pull back. He’s on his knees and your hips pulled up against him and he holds your legs in place.
The way his abs contract from his movements and his pecks bounce slightly, and his broad arms flexing as he hold you in place and fucking you as if he had done this a thousand times.
Satoru remember the clitoris and how most women can’t properly orgasm without stimuli there. He place his thumb there and rub circles just the way you said you like it.
Your loud moans confirms this and he rubs it harder as he slams himself into you over and over again. Watching you underneath him moaning his name in pleasure sent him over.
This was nothing like when he jerked himself off or watching those videos on his phone. He couldn’t hold it in and before he could give you a warning he filled you up with his loads.
"Fuck, sorry. I didn’t mean to cum so soon. I didn’t know this would feel this good."
"Just keep doing what you do with your thumb and we’re good." Thankful for your understanding and directions he did as told, and not soon after your own juices mixed with his.
His cock now soft and to avoid any spilling he reach for some paper towels to wipe you both when he pulls out.
With all his weight he lay down on top of you, you felt his sweaty forehead on your chest and his heavy breath on your nipple. Caressing his hair you feel his scalp is also sweaty.
"That was my first time." He sigh out and you felt your inside doing acrobatics.
"I kinda got that when you said ‘research’, like how many nights have you sat by your desk reading about sex?" You tease him, but he was quick to leave you stunned.
"After you told Yaga that you’d join me on this trip, every night." He looks up at you only to wink before slumping his head back. You huff at the impact.
"You’re such a weirdo." You hum and he giggles into your skin.
"Well, at least my virginity wasn’t shouted out for a whole forest to hear. OUCH!"
His snickering quickly stops as you pinch his ear. "Aw, so mean."
It was still really early in the morning and you decide that sleeping for a few more hours would be ok. Satoru pull himself off and drag you into a spooning position.
You hum as his arms wrap around your skin and close your eyes.
-
"Sensei? Are you there?" You wake up by a familiar voice calling from outside the tent. It’s one of his students and you panic.
Fleeing from his embrace you quickly try to get up, but the ache from your wounds and your nether region limit your movements and you face plant into your own mattress.
"Woah, wouldn’t mind waking up to that view every morning." Sleepy, but teasing voice is heard from behind you. Right now Satoru has full view of your behind as you’re on your knees, no underwear and your ass pointed at him.
"Stop looking you perv!" You grab your underwear and slide it on.
"Hey I hear voices from inside, maybe they’re still asleep?" The voice spoke again and is joined by another. "But why is there only one tent? Do you guys think…?" "No way, sensei got game!" Their snickering made you blush and you glare at Satoru, your facial expression clearly telling him to get the fuck out and greet them.
He dress himself and put on his blindfold before exiting the tent, greeting his students with his usual cheeriness.
You hide yourself inside the sleeping bag and listen to them talk outside. Apparently the students were done with exorcising the curses by the shrine and packed up their camp.
They would join your camp for the remaining days. It was nice to have more people around, but you didn’t want them to know about you and Satoru.
"How is she doing? We guessed she survived since we didn’t hear from you anymore last night." Satoru had been by their camp? Why?
"Yes she’s doing fine, Shoko said it wasn’t deadly poison. Ah that reminds me, I’ll give back your first aid kit. By the way, how have you guys been? Have you learned anything—"
Satoru begun asking the students about their journey so far and you smile to yourself at yet again how genuinely happy he is to listen to them talk.
You make a mental note to remember to thank his students for lending their first aid kit to you.
Putting on your shorts before you crawl out of the tent. They all look at you and are happy to see that you’re doing well.
"There is our sleepyhead! Hey the kids will be staying with us for the next two days before we leave." You couldn’t help but notice how is smile was slightly more insinuating. ‘Guess we gotta keep a low profile’ he mouth his words and you nod discreetly.
"Oh how nice! Do you guys know how to fish?" And with that you walk to the lake with your mended fishing rod trying your luck again.
Satoru shakes his head at how you never give up the fish, even after almost dying. That’s what he loves (and hates) about you, your stubbornness.
He decide that maybe he’ll release his infinity on the fishing hook this time to allow you some victory.
While you entertain the students, the tall man lean back into the camping chair thinking about this morning. Glad no one could see how he’s all giddy and giggling by himself.
His heart feel light and he can’t stop himself from smiling. How beautiful you were underneath him, moaning his name as he made you feel good.
Knowing he was your first and you were his made it even more special. The facial expression you made as he entered your body and how you clenched around him.
Satoru hadn’t healed his scratch marks on his shoulders when you gripped him tight as he pushed all of him in your tight and wet hole.
His pants tightens at the memories and he shake his head trying to rid him of the thoughts. Just in time because you all return only minutes later and he didn’t think your smile could get any wider.
"Satoru! LOOK! I finally caught a fish!" You lift up your bucket and there it is, a fish. Like a child you laugh in victory and when the students admire your talents, you do your silly poses again with the fishing rod and bucket in hands.
"Oh, let me see!" Marching your excitement the man stands up and lean down to look, he’s very close to you and a hint of blush taint your cheeks.
Satoru lean discreetly to your ear and whisper "maybe it was because of ‘good haill’ that you finally got lucky?"
He pull back and watch as your eyes wide and your jaw slack, turning slowly to look at him with your tomato red face. "Shh, ‘Toru!" You look around to see if the students noticed anything, but they were busy setting up their camp.
Sticking out a teasing tongue at him, but in return he shoot you a graceful wink.
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Your campsite had become much livelier when the kids had joined you, and the day had gone by quickly. Already dark outside and you all are sitting around the campfire sharing stories while roasting marshmallows.
Hopefully the students didn’t notice those small glances you and Satoru share from time to time, or how you laughed extra hard at his jokes now than before.
Satoru pop a marshmallow into his mouth before standing up, he walk toward you and your heart start to beat slightly faster.
With his blindfold on it’s hard to read him or what his intentions are, but when he stop to pick up a first aid kit you calm down.
"Time to check on those wounds." His voice is gentle.
This time you’re sitting in a camping chair, still in your shorts so Satoru has access without having to undress you.
He’s on his knees in front of you and place your leg on his thigh before unwrapping the bandages. Already over night had the wounds healed a bit and no longer bleeding.
The way his large hands and long fingers gently stroke over the wounds before cleaning them, you felt a little twist in your stomach the further up he went.
Remembering back to your morning in the tent and how good his touches had felt. How he just knew exactly what makes you feel good.
Your wounds on the inside of your thighs a little more sore than the rest and you both knew the reason. Luckily those wounds hadn’t been as deep as the ones on your legs and feet.
The sound of his students bickering and laughing in the background was deafened by your beating heart. You and Satoru didn’t exchange any words, but the silence full of unspoken words.
When he had finished both your legs he moved to your side to look at your arm, it hadn’t healed quite as well because of the poison. The area around was purple and when he applied pressure you whimper slightly.
Your arm’s swollen and aches when you move it. Satoru frowned when he inspects it and mumble. "We need Shoko to take a look at this when we’re back."
When we’re back…
There’s only tomorrow left of this trip, the day after tomorrow will consist of travelling home. Somehow the thought of leaving this little bubble made your heart clench.
How would things be when you’re back in Tokyo? Will you see Satoru at all? Will both of you go back to your everyday lives and forget about each other eventually?
A sadness creeps up on you, memories of saying goodbye to him floods your mind. The thought of not seeing him everyday or spend time with like you have for these past couples of weeks made you nauseous.
You knew he cares for you and that he wouldn’t act like this with just anyone, but a voice in the back of your head says otherwise. A mean voice speaking all your fears. He only wanted to get in your pants. You think that the strongest sorcerer actually loves you? He left you before and he’ll do it again, so don’t get your hopes up.
Those were just deep hidden thoughts based on nothing but your own insecurities. Satoru had in no way acted in a way that would confirm your overthinking.
Deciding to not let those evil words affect your mind, but to put your trust in the man tending your wounds. Trust in his actions and his words. You lost him before because you let him slip through your fingers.
"You ok?" His voice worried when he looks at you, his blindfold hanging around his neck. You feel a thumb stroking away a tear from your cheek. Not realising you were crying and quickly wipe your face with your hands.
"S-sorry, I was just deep in thoughts." Slightly embarrassed you look over to see that the students hadn’t noticed anything, or at least didn’t mention it if they had.
"Want to take a walk with me?" Satoru stands up and you take the hand he offers and pull yourself up on your feet.
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When you’re out of sight from the camp, his hand sneak down to grab yours. He squeeze it gently and you return the favour.
You’re walking on a new path the opposite direction of where you’d usually go. You lean into his shoulder and your other hand wraps around his bicep for support.
Satoru hums in delight and turn his head to kiss your forehead. "Penny for your thoughts?" His voice so gentle and full of care, you melt into him more.
"Just thinking about what will happen when we’re back in Tokyo." You pause a little and look ahead, the moon was high and bright lighting up the forest, painting it in blue. "About us… I don’t know what you want."
Satoru felt your heartbeats against his arm and halt his movements. He look down at you and you nervously try to avoid his eyes. His free hand find your cheek and move your head so you meet his eyes.7
"I thought I’ve been obvious about my intentions. My intentions with you." He try to look calm and collected, but on the inside Satoru is struggling. He had never been good at these things and assumed his actions would speak for him.
"I don’t know… you can be hard to figure out at times. There was also a time when we were at this point and you still left me." His heart aches when your eyes turn glossy and he bites his lip. Wishing he had worn his blindfold on now to cover is inner turmoil.
He didn’t know how to respond at the moment and pull you into a hug while he was figuring out his words. You don’t hug him back so pull back in fear that a lack of answer had pushed you away.
You look down at the ground, your head going through just as many emotions as his did. Fuck it, I just have to say it.
"I love you." His voice trembling and the usual confidence replaced by insecurity.
Satoru thought he would die then and there when you look up at him, your eyes full of love and relief and a smile that he would forever remember. He took a mental photo of it and saved it along with the image he took of your tits.
Despite bruised legs and a sore body, your little form jump up and wrap your arms around his neck and your lips attach themselves to his.
A momentary shock wash over the white haired man, and then relief. He smile into your kiss and wrap his arms around your waist holding you up against his chest.
He spin you around as he kiss you deeply and you giggle feeling your body turn like in a carousel. Satoru fall back on the ground with a huff, laying on his back and you on top of him.
Looking up at you and the way the moonlight kisses your skin, just like the first time you kissed him at the dorms. It was at that moment he knew you were going to be his wife someday.
That was so many years ago and his feelings still unchanged. You pull your head back from his and he feels your tears drip onto his face.
"Why are you crying? Did it hurt?" Maybe he shouldn’t have spun you around or pulled you into the ground with him, he forgot about your injuries. Satoru start to panic and try to get up, but two gentle hands hold him down.
"These are happy tears, ‘Toru. I’m happy you know. Just lay still okay?" Your lips kiss away the wet spots and then on his lips. His hand cups your neck and fingers wraps themselves in your hair and pull you closer to him.
To feel you even closer his other hand hold your waist and force your bodies to become one. Breaking the kiss he looks up at you.
You feel like the luckiest girl in the world looking down at him, his lips slightly swollen from your kiss and glossy from saliva, his pale cheeks painted in pink, his long white lashes framing those ocean eyes perfectly.
You notice how his lashes are wet and his eyes shimmering more than usual. "Happy tears?" He nods. "Happy tears." You giggle and kiss away his tears like you had with yours, then you feel him stiffen a little underneath you.
Satoru looks at you with nervous eyes and you see him working up a courage to speak.
"Marry me?" A cheeky little grin painted in nerves on his face.
You feel yourself empty of words and stare down and him, the amount of time it took you to answer him make the poor man fluster.
"A-answer.. y-you.. dork!" Stuttering and he turn his face to the side and hide behind his hands.
Realising what he had said previously and tasted his words, you grab his wrists and push them down, holding them on each side of his head.
"Look at me." There’s not a hint of maliciousness in your voice and Satoru look at you in trembling movements.
"Yes, of course you idiot." You kiss all over his face and neck before burying your face into it. "How can you be so fucking cute, ‘Toru. Where was this side of you back in school?"
You hear him chuckle lightheartedly and wrap his arms around you. "I was always cute, you were just too busy being mean to me." He kiss your hairline and you lay there for a while.
"To answer your question… what happens when we get back." He holds his breath and you wait in anticipations. "Well, actually you didn’t tell me ‘I love you’ back so I don’t actually know." He tease and you snort into his neck.
Pushing yourself up to look at him again, the words feels like the most natural thing to ever leave your mouth.
"I love you, Gojo Satoru."
His nose scrunches up and he stick out his tongue in a teasing manner. "We’re moving in together and get married. Then we’ll fill our home with many babies and maybe a cat and a dog. Or a parrot? Always wanted a bird I could train to speak and do tricks. And also you should wear that maid unifo—"
You press your lips to him, attempting to shut him up. Satoru gladly return the kiss and turn you around, him on top of you now.
"I’m the happiest man on earth right now." His voice overwhelmed in joy and he peck your nose affectionately.
Walking back hand in hand to the camp, Satoru suddenly look at you.
"By the way, are you on any birth control?"
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an: ok here it is. no matter how many times i proofread it, i never manage to correct everything. hope you guys enjoyed this story and let me know if you want an epilogue?
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discount-shades · 1 year
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Sleepy Baby Part 6
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a/n: It’s a little less fluffy.
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1500 ish
Summary: Jake and Kisses talk about their pasts.
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Netflix’s ‘are you still watching’ screen had long since timed out and was now flashing through images of the various shows on the streaming service. Tucked under Jake’s arm and wedged between his body and the back of your couch you watch the changing light from the TV flicker across his face. He is gazing down at you as he runs his fingers up and down your back
“You know, I’ve been with you every evening for the last two weeks,” Jake said, breaking the silence. “When did you stop going to your therapy mandated one hour weekly bar socializing sessions?”
“When some weirdo I met at a bar three months ago tracked me down at work two weeks ago.” you grin up at him as his eyes light up. 
“He sounds like a creep, you should stay away from him.” 
“Yeah I should, but unfortunately he is really good looking so I went and gave him my number and my address.” You shrug, “I can’t get rid of him now.” 
“Good looks are a blessing and a curse.” Jake sighs dramatically and you lean up to kiss his chin. 
“It’s ok that you stopped, though, right?” Jake looks down at you, “I don’t want to… I don’t know, impede your progress, or something.”
“It’s ok, she wanted me to go out and meet someone.” You grin up at him, “When I see her tomorrow she will probably be more excited than you were when I gave you my number.” 
“Not possible.” he declares. “That was the best day of my life.” You snort at his response.
“Do you want to know why?” You shift so you can rest your chin on his chest. “You can ask, you know.” 
“You’ll tell me when you are ready.” Jake shrugs, “I’m in no rush and you’re worth waiting for.” He goes back to running his fingers up and down you back. 
“I want you to know. Long story long?” You ask, “or long story short?”
“Long story long,” he replies. You take a deep breath. You want Jake to know, but sharing always gives you a weird feeling, like you are looking for pity. Part of you wants to just info-dump the story and move past it. You are also unsure of how he will respond. 
“I started dating my high school boyfriend, Ian, at seventeen,” you tell him on your exhale. “We lived outside Seattle and almost our whole friend group ended up moving there for university.” His eyes are searching yours and you turn your head so your ear is pressed against his chest. The steady beat of his heart is soothing and it is easier to talk without looking at him.
“We got engaged at twenty-three and had the whole wedding planned for when I was twenty-five.” Your breath is shaky as you inhale again. “My mother got really sick about four months before the wedding.” You blink and a tear hits Jake's shirt. “Breast cancer, it was already Stage 4 when they found it and she died about two months later.” You sniff and wipe your eyes. “My father was devastated. He had a heart attack and died about a month after my mom.”
“Oh, Kisses,” Jake wraps both arms more firmly around you and holds you close. “I’m so sorry.” 
You relax into his arms, allowing yourself to be held. “They were pretty good parents as far as parents go.” you look up at him. “They had rules and all, but everything was done with humor.” You smile in memory. “Every rule had some kind of dire and completely unrealistic consequence if it wasn't followed. They would tell me to wear my coat in the winter or I would freeze solid and they would turn me into a Christmas lawn ornament and leave me out there until spring, stuff like that. There was a lot of laughter growing up.”
“Must be where you get it from," he says. 
“Yeah,” you say sadly. “Not gonna lie, you brought some of that back.” You put your head back on his chest. “We postponed the wedding for a year. The vendors were surprisingly good about it.” 
“Ian and Beth, my best friend since the second grade, got me through their deaths.” You laugh humorlessly. “I remember feeling so lucky that my fiancé and my BFF got along so well.” I started seeing Jenn, my therapist, and I was doing a lot better. 
“A month before the second wedding date Ian and Beth were killed by a drunk driver when Ian was driving her home one night.”
“Oh, Kisses–” Jake goes to speak but you cut him off.
“That's not the best part.”
“The best part?” 
“I mean you could also call it the worst part,” you sit up and look at Jake. “She was giving him a blow job when they were hit.” Jake’s jaw drops and he is staring at you with a horrified expression. “Yeah,” you say wryly. “It turns out they had a little thing going on since high school. All our friends knew but no one told me; I don’t talk to anyone from home anymore.”
“How did you find out?” Jake sits up too, arm resting on the back of the couch.
“The police told me. I was with his parents when I found out and I just started laughing hysterically. They were so mad at me for laughing. I just stood up and walked out of their house. Didn’t help cover the funeral or anything, just left and cut contact.”
“Is that when you moved here?” Jake's eyes are searching your face. 
“No, I stayed in Seattle for about a year.” You tell him. “The really funny thing is that it turns out I was the sole beneficiary for one hell of a comprehensive accidental death insurance policy, and since the other driver was speeding and three times over the legal limit when his truck hit their car it paid out in full.”
Jake whistles under his breath. “At least you got something out of it.”
“That’s the way I choose to see it. His parents were upset that kept it all, but I feel like I've earned it.” You shrug, “Money doesn't buy happiness but it did make me feel a little better, it paid for lots of therapy in any case.”
“So after a year of me complaining about Seattle, Jenn asked me why I didn't just move. So I applied for every library position I could find in the country and got hired here and moved to San Diego. We do video call sessions now.”
“For what it is worth, I am so happy you ended up here.” Jake takes your hand in his, kissing your palm. 
“Me too,” you grin shyly at him. “I was here for four months before Jenn talked me into going out to bars to socialize. I had been going every week for about two months when I met you. And I played our song.”
Jake makes a face. “In the Navy is not our song, we can’t dance to In the Navy at our wedding.”
“Wow….  You are jumping the gun a bit there with your wedding talk, but we can dance to any song we want at our wedding, if you are not a coward.” You tell him with a grin. 
“I’ll find a better song for us,” Jake assures you. 
“What kind of experience do you have picking out songs for your relationships? I want to make sure I am trusting an expert.” You tell him.
“I’ll have you know I picked Taylor Swift's Our Song for me and my high school girlfriend.” Jake says smugly. “I’m practically the authority on relationship songs.”
“That song’s a little on the nose. How did that relationship end?” You ask, “Did the song play a role in the downfall?”
“No, with Stacy and I, it was very amicable.” Jake smiles fondly. “She was my neighbor and we started dating when we were like fourteen. We broke up after graduation when we realized that what we wanted from our future careers would not fit together. She is a professional barrel racer now and happily married to a team roper.” 
“Did you grow up on a farm, Jake Seresin?” You're grinning ear to ear, trying to picture him in a cowboy hat. Maybe holding a calf.
“No, we lived next door to Stacy's parents' horse ranch.” He says, “Our families are pretty close. I even went to her wedding where we danced to Our Song for old times sake, proving that I pick good songs.”
“Then I shall leave our song choice to the professional,” you tell him dramatically.
You stretch and check your watch, it reads 2:30AM. “It’s too late to drive,” you tell him. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He looks up at you in surprise, it's the first time you have invited him to stay over. 
“Yeah,” his voice sounds hoarse and he clears it. “Yes, I do.”
“Then come on,” You take his hand and lead him to your bedroom. You try to hide how fast your heart is beating, but when his fingers shift over the pulse in your wrist and stay there you are sure he knows.
“Do I get to finally see those PJs you described to me the other day?”
You laugh, “No, I’ll save that mystery for another day, you will get to see the sloth PJs. though.”
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harleehazbinfics · 24 days
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Home is where my Heart is.
Chapter 9: Dad beat Dad pt. 1 Table of Contents | Profile
Word Count: 1235
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It was late at night, most of the people at the hotel were still asleep. Aside for two.
“Charlie? Dear, why are you still up?” I asked finding her in the living room section downstairs.
“Ah! Miledy! Hi! Umm, I was just figuring out why our hotel isn’t working,” she replies looking at the ‘documents’ in her hands, while she sat by herself on the couch then lifting her head to look at her cork board.
I sit beside her, subconsciously placing my hand over her back in comfort and asked, “Is this about the countdown?”
Her eyes widen finding my touch comfortable and familiar, and softly lets out, “Yeah, we’ve been doing everything, and nothing’s been working that can help them achieve redemption. I just feel a little bit hopeless.”
“Aw, starshine. It’s ok,” I tell her as I pulled her in for a hug which she accepted, her breathing slowed down as she had slowly melted in my touch. “I think a break will do you some good. Say, do you want to stay here with me and cuddle?”
She jumps out of my embrace and replies embarrassed, “N-no! It’s fine! I don’t want to trouble you! Besides, I’m this old enough already I don’t need—”
I just take her hands in mine and asked with a slight smile, “Are you sure you don’t need it?”
She gives me a hesitant look before finally admitting defeat and laid in my embrace. We sat there, my back against the couch while I held the princess in my arms that she had her eyes closed to.
“You feel so warm,” she comments quietly breathing onto my chest where she put her head onto.
I tittered and answered, “That’s a first, most people comment on how cold my body is. I did die from drowning, you know?”
“N-no.I meant that, you remind me of how I was held by my mom,” she said finally opening her eyes but refusing to look at mine while her eyebrows furrowed.
My smile falters and I softly sigh, remembering the story that Lucifer told me. How he wanted me to be there for Charlie when he failed to do so. When he still couldn’t accept himself, when he couldn’t get better. So, I did.
“You know…” I started, “This isn’t the first time we met.”
“What do you mean?”
“7 years ago, I was asked by your father to take care of you when he couldn’t.”
“But why can’t I remember you?”
I give her a grin and asked, “Do you remember having a little stuffed turtle?”
Her eyes widen recalling her favorite toy she kept. It often felt cold but when she was distraught, feeling everything all at once, she hugs the toy and feels like she was wrapped in a warm embrace while she fell asleep crying.
“That gift was from you? I never knew, I always thought my mom gave it to me cause of the melodies it sang,” she mutters in disbelief. “How come you never came and told me?”
I smiled sadly petting her head, “Who knows? All I remember was such a broken girl. She had a hard time picking herself up after her parents split. I can’t imagine how painful it was for you.”
Her eyes welled up in tears remembering more painful times, burying her face more into my chest.
“How did you meet dad?”
“Well, I performed once in Lu Lu Land by popular demand and our friendship started from there. I was quite surprised that he wasn’t appalled by me. You know how his majesty is with sinners,” I laughed.
She only sighed, and replied, “If only he could listen to me. I’m doing this for our people and yet…”
“This might sound like an excuse but, your father, despite being the sin of pride feels ashamed of himself, Starshine. He’s ashamed that what he thought want humans needed ended up being the root of evil. He’s ashamed of the gift he gave us sinners, but he never knew or understood what good it brought to the world, only believing that he had caused all of this. For them to end up in his dominion, only reminding himself further why he’s here in the first place,” I explained to her combing through her hair, “So the next time you see your dad, go easy on him, okay? He might not be the perfect dad, but he’s the only one you got. Got it?”
She nods and smiles, “I can see why Dad became friends with you so easily. When he needed a friend the most you were there.”
We both fall into a comfortable silence and after moments gone by without saying a word to one another, I started to hum a song for her. Slowly and steadily, her breathing became even falling to a well needed rest.
--- a little later
Charlie woke up a couple hours later with a newfound energy bounding around the room trying to think of a solution to their problem. One by one, all the members of the hotel gathered round watching her fall into a spiral.
“Yikes.”
“Come on, come on, come on, come on.”
“Charlie? Sweetie? You, uh, you good?” Vaggie asks worriedly behind the couch I was sitting on, while I just looked at Charlie sipping my first tea of the morning.
“Nope! No, not really. Ha ha. I've been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn't working. We've done trust falls, we've tried sharing our feelings, we only have a couple months left before the angels come,” she briefly transforms into her demon form then returning, “And at this rate—"
“Maybe it's time—"
“NO.”
“—to ask—”
Charlie then runs forward closer to Vaggie screaming, “DON’T SAY IT.”
“—your dad.”
Charlie then groans while Vaggie tries to explain to her, “Charlie, I know you don't want to, but we need every advantage we can get.”
“I approve of this. Save yourself the energy,” I remark lifting my cup at her.
“Not you too…” she groans. “He let the extermination happen to begin with. They just had a meeting and said, "Go ahead and kill everyone"—gasp Wait, that's it!”
“Kill everyone?”  Vaggie and I asked in unison looking at each other wide eyed.
“No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!”
Didn't we already try that?” Vaggie asks.
“Well. yeah with Adam, he was an asshole~. But he isn't in charge of all of Heaven. We could go to the top. There's sure to be some angels who will listen,” she suggests pulling her phone out.
“What's the holdup? You got daddy issues?” Husk digs at her.
“No, we just have never been close. After he and mom split, he never really wanted to see me. He calls, sometimes, but only if he's bored or like needs me to do something,” she answers unconfidently.
“Daddy issues,” Husk smirks drinking from his mug.
“Well, I'd like to meet the big dick in charge,” Angel leans on the couch from behind me.
“The ultimate bad boy,” Niffty sings with a knife in her hands that Angel throws away, “I bet he's scary.”
I shrug, lifting my hands making the teacup disappear and answer, “Eh, he’s more like a puppy actually. Better go and get my husband filled in on the plan then. Toodles~”
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ashensgrotto · 9 months
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A Merfolk's Melody (Part 1)
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Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader
Word Count: 13.5k
Intro (You are Here)      Floyd Leech       Jade Leech     Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue
Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath it’s depths would want the same as well…
Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcannnons of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share
Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in. 
Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.
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The sound of the waves crashing against the rocky surface was a sound that you had familiarized yourself with when you were a child. It and the call of the seagulls and other sea birds that brought forth fond memories of your childhood; images of your loving parents as they strolled along the beachside near the rocky terrain with you and your siblings following behind like little ducklings as they pointed out smooth pebbles and speckled shells, the shouts when your siblings pulled each other into the water before the tide overcame them like a dowsing rain shower, the laughter that followed in the evening before a roaring fire in the pit that cooked fish and crab along with corn and potatoes and marshmallows for dessert.
Yes, this was a child's paradise once upon a time and the sea had been there for every stumble you took, every laugh that bubbled from your lips… every tear that stained your cheek.
The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full - and you needed a hole that existed in your heart to be filled with memories of the sea, wanting the salty water and the cries of gulls to wash away the pain and heartache you felt inside you.
You had returned to your family's sea cabin after several long years of being away in the city, moving away at the end of your high school year to attend college. The city was vastly different from the coastal residence you had lived in for eighteen years; there was no comfort or beauty or peace - it was loud and haze-filled and distorted. The people that lived there were rude and constantly in a hurry, bustling from place to place like work ants moving to and from the nest. There were a few that you had made friends with - their smiles and conversations always bringing forth those fond memories of your childhood - and there was one that you had loved and had loved you in return.
Sadly though, he was no longer in the picture - and the reason behind your return to the coast.
The two of you had met during orientation of your freshman year of college and had become fast friends. He introduced you to a lot of people and places, taking you by the hand and pulling you along the busy streets of the city - pointing out landmarks and museums, parks and local hot spots. It was all so overwhelming, causing your head to spin - but you always laughed at his energetic nature and wild behavior, a true sea captain in your eyes. He would take you on tours through the local zoo and art galleries, treat you to ice cream or coffee at the local shops, and talk to you about life in general during lunch breaks and help you with your exams and vice versa. 
It was during your last year in school that you both started dating - the confession coming out over a school get together with a group of your friends at one of the local clubs, when the drinks were filled and music pounded through your body as you danced with your crush til the moon was high overhead. As you traveled together back toward the dorms, his hand clasped in yours with fingers entwined, he pressed his headon top of yours as you leaned into him to feel the warmth of his body as the chill of autumn surrounded you. He whispered that he liked you more than a friend and asked if you saw him as the same - he wouldn’t care if you did or didn’t, but he needed to know if there was anyone else that was important in your life.
 You couldn’t have been happier that he felt the same as you did at that moment.
But of course, as the sea covers the shoreline, it always drags the unsuspecting sea creature back into its depths.
The first and second year as a couple was perfectly blissful - you both continued to make time for each other and walked along your usual paths during college and moved into an apartment together after graduation. You still visited the museums and galleries, got coffee, and talked about work and a future together on walks through the parks after your day’s busy schedule. Shortly into the third year as a couple, nearly six since you met each other, the appearance of another shimied into your life. It was at a new year’s celebration with a group of college friends that you were introduced to this new girl. She was the sister of a friend that was visiting for a week while touring colleges in the area, brought along by the friend so you could talk to her about your experiences at the college you had once attended together. 
At first it seemed harmless, the eighteen-turning-nineteen was interested in what your field of study was, what the professors were like, how the dorms worked, what sort of clubs and sports were available to participate in - all questions a typical freshman-to-be would ask. However, what made you uncomfortable about the whole situation was the way she kept grabbing at your partner - leaning against him and whispering things in his ear, making him laugh with hers joining in as a chorus, her fingers slipping into his hand and squeezing his like they were a couple and you were the outsider. You attempted to sneak in and wrap your arm around him, but was swatted away like a pesky mosquito by her on more than one occasion; you shifted your eyes to look at your boyfriend, arching a brow to indicate he do something or at least say something that told her that he was taken already. 
Not once did he say anything, nor did he do anything.
At the end of the night, as the two of you walked back to the apartment, he attempted to wrap his arm around you. Too hurt, you shrugged him off, making him stop and ask what was wrong. You argued with him that night - a huge fight that caused you to seek shelter at a coworker’s apartment instead of wanting to deal with the situation - needing space to cool off and rethink about how to approach the subject. When you came back in the morning to make amends, you found him embracing another woman - the same girl that had clung to him the night before. Fury and pain ripped through your heart like a storm crashing against the waves of the rocky surface - the cry that echoed through your throat rivaled the call of gulls as tears sprung like raindrops on the corners of your eyes. 
It was enough noise to pull the sleeping couple from their dreamscape - your boyfriend springing upright, tugging on the sheets and distancing himself from the girl, who had sulked to the corner of the room, picking her clothing up off the ground and making her way hastily out of the room and the apartment. As much as your boyfriend tried to explain, you wanted to hear none of it - the roaring pain of your heart enough to drown out the noise of a thunderstorm as you gathered your things from the apartment, shaking your head with every plea and shrugging off every touch. You left your shared apartment, heading toward your coworkers’ apartment and explained what happened; she took pity on you, allowing you to stay so you could figure out what needed to happen next.
Your boss permitted you a week-long vacation.
“Get some rest, focus on yourself right now,” they said, pushing a box of tissues toward you, “You’re a good worker and a hard one at that. I’d hate to let you go over something so trivial.”
When you requested a bit more time, your boss agreed to two weeks - wanting you to get the proper care you so desperately needed, but wanting you to work all the same.
Which is how you found yourself back on the coast with the sea, gulls, and assorted creatures both of land and sea as your only companions. The cabin your family had once stayed in was smaller than you thought - enough room for only a set of adults and two children. Why did you think there were more that filled this room once upon a time? Were ther other children that lived in other cabins that lined the coast that often gathered here to spend time with you and you had once believed them to be siblings - even though you were an only child? Photos that still lived in corners of the rooms of the cabin indicated a happy family; a mother, a father, and a daughter - you. There were no other photos that indicated that there were other children, nor anyone that lived nearby with children your age to play with. 
Were they all just imaginary friends you had conjured in your head to allow your lonely broken heart to feel whole like how the sea filled your spirit? Even if that were the case, how come your parents never corrected it? Did they feel pity for their only daughter whom had no friends? That they couldn’t force anyone to play with you or spend time with you? Or was there another reason?
Regardless of what had passed, the cabin slowly became a part of you - just as it did to your family once upon a time.
Every morning, you woke to the sound of a local cat scratching at the door - a little grey beast that paced the floor of the cabin before you set a plate of leftover steamed or roasted fish before the little creature, petting his fur as he ate before he took a bath and perched on the window sill, watching as you tended to the house - cleaning it and ridding it of decay and clutter that had mounted over the years of neglect. Then you would walk down to the shoreline, your sandals in one hand as your feet dug into the sand, water coming up to kiss your skin with is cool lips and filling your prints with water as it made small homes for the little hermit crabs that lurked along the shore - the little grey kitten walking beside you, it’s little blue gaze peering up at you from time to time as he meowed as if holding a conversation with you. You would hum and talk to him, even though you couldn’t understand him nor he could you - but the way his long fluffy tail would wrap around the back of your leg felt comforting, like he was guiding you along. 
Then you would return to the cabin for a quick lunch before grabbing your fishing gear and heading back to the coast. The waves hit against your legs as you steadied yourself in the thrashing water as you casted line after line, reeling in food for supper and for your little companion who sat on a large rock and watched with interest. By the time the sun was setting, you would reel in your last catch and return to the shore, pulling your sandals on and hiking up the trail back to the cabin with the little grey kitten following close behind you. A fire was sparked into the pit, the flames flickering with life as you rested your catches in a wire basket that hung over the flames, turning each little piece over along with care as the flesh slowly became white and flaky - the corn and potatoes already prepared along with a small package of chocolate chip cookies that would become the end to a simple and meaningful meal.
Even though your days were filled with sorrow - your dreams were filled with a figure.
Each night, as sleep took you, you would often find yourself staring out at the sea as storm clouds brew overhead, threatening to split open and spew cool water from the heavens. You would reach around and wrap into yourself, your nails digging into your skin as a chilled breeze rattled your frame. You stood your ground, your eyes never leaving the horizon, even as the wind grew stronger and stronger, threatening to topple your figure. Eventually, the wind calmed as something appeared in the distance; a voice that sounded both familiar and unfamiliar calling out to you following the shape of what appeared to be a man. The figure would often extend their hand, their voice shifting to something soft and gentle, other times a giggle would erupt from their lips - but more often than not, singing in a language you had never heard before. You would start to take steps forward, one hand reaching out to theirs. But just before you could touch, your eyes would open to the sunlight streaming through the thin curtains of your small bedroom. 
You started to muddle over the dream at the beginning of the second week of your time away from the big city, stirring your coffee absent-mindedly as your thoughts delved into darker waters; who was that in your dream? Why did he sound familiar? Was he supposed to be the ex you had left behind? Was your dream telling you that you should go back and forgive him? Or were they a person from your past? A friend that you had when you were a child but had forgotten about? You looked out the window as the grey kitten hopped onto the table and laid before you on his side, his belly up as your hand absent-mindedly reached out and stroked the fur, rubbing him as he let out contented squeaks and merps of pleasure. 
The dream had been recurring ever since you arrived here - so much so there were times you thought that you saw something watching you behind the large rocks that jaunted out into the crashing sea waves.
Legends of merfolk, selkies, sirens, and assorted sea monsters had littered your childhood, many of the locals believing that these fantastical creatures of the waves lurked just beyond their borders. Some claimed to have seen merfolk with tails of shimmering gold lounging on the rocks that lined the surface and others claimed to have seen the heads of sea serpents and kelpies drifting out further beyond. Others swore up and down they heard the voices of sirens and seen the discarded pelt of a selkie - though none were ever proven to be true. However, there was one story that was told to you by your father years and years ago:
The cabin that you lived in once belonged to an old fisherman who disappeared several decades ago. He was a man of few words and was often seen walking along the coastal shore with his hound in tow, whistling a tune no one had heard before as he prepared to walk out into the open water. One day, his dog came running into the local village, barking and whining before pulling on people’s skirts and pant legs, tugging them in the direction of the old fisherman’s cabin. The villagers followed the dog to the sandbar, only to discover that the old fisherman had disappeared - all that remained was his gear and the straw hat he always wore. Some believed that a tide came in and swept him away, pulling his poor old body under the cruel cold waters and drowning him. Others believed he was taken as payment by the creatures of the deep per an unspoken agreement between the the creatures of the sea and the humans that existed on their shores. Regardless of what had happened, the cabin had been left abandoned and forgotten - until your family moved in as a separate living space for a summer retreat once upon a time.
You shook your head, blinking as you were snapped out of your thoughts. 
Beyond the walls of your house, you could’ve sworn you saw a figure climbing onto the rocks that lined the shore. You stood and moved a bit closer to the aged-old glass, peering out to see the shape of someone or something perched on the rocks. You couldn’t see them from your position, but you could’ve sworn you saw their head turn toward you.
Something compelled you to move then.
Forgetting your shoes, you thrusted the door open and raced down the pathway that led to the beach, the little grey kitten moving quickly to follow behind you as you disappeared around the corner. Your heart raced in your chest, your heart propelling you forward as a voice thought, ‘Wait! Wait! Please, wait!’
By the time you got to the shoreline, the figure was gone from the rocks - the only thing that greeted you was an empty beach, the call of gulls, and the crashing of the waves before you. You wrapped your arms around you as you sighed heavily, eyes focusing on the horizon as the sun lifted itself above the surface, kissing the sky with its rays and warming your chilled skin as a cold sea breeze rattled your core. You licked your lips and strained your ears, hearing nothing by the cry of sea birds and the occasional meow of the little grey kitten at your feet.
As you felt your heart drop, your one chance for company that was human and someone that you did not know, a voice so hauntingly sweet called out - a song in a language from your dream. You turned and you felt yourself compelled forward, your feet disappearing into the waves of the ocean that were followed by your knees, thighs, and waist.
The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…
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the-record · 9 months
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synopsis: abby’s got a date with the cute girl from biology class… is she wrong to hope you want to stay?
pairing: highschool!abby x fem!reader
warnings: underage drinking and smoking, mentions of food but thats it!
a/n: this is much longer than what i normally write but i really feel i have to do these songs justice, i hope you like it <3
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‘ HOW MUCH I WANT YOU TO KISS ME ‘
just breathe, just relax, it’ll be okay just an hour till your car’s in the driveway just the first time ever hanging out with you, tonight i’ve got my money on things going badly got a history of stories ending sadly still hoping that the fire won’t burn me just one time just one time
“okay so, go over the plan with me one more time?” abby sighed as she tied her laces.
“she’s coming over here, and then we are leaving to go to ellies party. th-”
jerry cut her off with a question. “will there be alcohol and drugs at this party?” she groaned, falling back into her chair and letting her hair hang over the edge. “im your dad! i have to know these things.”
“yes, they’re will most likely be drugs and alcohol. but dont worry-“
“no drinking and driving.” jerrys tone was serious whilst abby mocked him with a smile.
“alright, alright i get it. and then you’re coming back home? and she’s staying the night, correct?”
abby nodded, a nervous smile on her face. her dad chuckled, turning back to his movie with a smirk.
“what?” abby pushed. he just shook his head as abby got more and more curious. “what? dad seriously, what’s funny!”
he looked at her, smiling to himself. how did his girl get so old so fast?
“nothing abs, you just… you remind me of me at your age.” he smiled, reminiscing his high school years. “all scared and anxious for your first date with this girl.”
“im not scared!” abby defended. her dad looked at her, a knowing look on his face, and she gave in. “okay fine… maybe a little. but shes just so nice! and, like, what if its awkward? or what if she ditches me at the party?” abby worried, picking at her cuticles.
jerry grabbed his daughters hands, pulling them towards him to bring her into a hug. abby sunk into him, letting herself relax. he placed a kiss to the top of her head before pulling away
“look sweetheart, its perfectly normal to be scared. i’m scared all the time. but, you cant let those fears get in the way of living your life and having fun.” he smiled at his girl. “if something happens, ill be up, just a phone call or drive away. and based off what youve told me, i dont think shes gonna leave you. just be yourself abs, and she’ll love you.”
a ding came from abby’s phone signaling your arrival. “thanks dad. i love you.” she grabbed her wallet and keys and headed to the door.
“love you too sweetheart. be safe!” he called out as the door shut.
all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of your electric touch
you got out of your car as you watched abby walk out her front door. a bright smile adorned your face as you greeted her with a hug and kiss on the cheek. when you pulled away, you couldnt help but laugh at the blush on her cheeks.
“what? do i have something on my face?” she moved her hand around her face, trying to wipe off whatever you were staring at.
you laughed, pulling her hand from her face. “no! you just look really cute when you blush.”
she suddenly felt her cheeks warm more, laughing with you. “thank you… uhm, should we get going then?”
“what, i dont get to meet the famous jerry?” you joked, heading to the passenger side of her car. abby rushed to beat you, opening the door for you. “quite the gentleman.”
she shook her head with a smile as she shut your door, jogging over to the drivers side and getting in. “the famous jerry will be here when we get back, don’t you worry.”
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abbys worries disapted on the ride to ellie’s. she felt the relief flood her body as you both kept up conversation and smiles the whole way. her eyes caught yours at red lights and stop signs, and she couldn’t help but think, as cheesy as it sounds, that she felt sparks fly.
the party had long started before you both arrived, music loud and people filtering through rooms. she spotted ellie across the way and moved to go say hi when she felt your hand envelop hers. she turned back with a shy smile before continuing towards her friends.
“abby! fuck yeah, glad you made it.” the brunette pulled her into a half hug, your hands still together. “and who is this? abby, please introduce your guest.” ellie teased.
she told everyone your name, pulling you closer to her. “its nice to meet you!” you smiled warmly at ellie, holding abby’s hand a little tighter.
“indeed it is! i’m ellie and, this is my girlfriend dina,” another girl saddled up next to ellie, an arm around her neck. “and the idiots over there,” she pointed to two guys playing beer pong. “they are manny and jesse. they insisted on stereotypical movie party shit.”
you saw abby shake her head out of the corner of your eye as you laughed. dina moved to grab your free hand. “c’mon, lets grab drinks.” she looked at ellie and abby. “yall want anything?” they both shook their heads so she led you away.
the kitchen was not nearly as hectic as the rest of the house, granting you both a slice of peace. “so…” she moved around, pouring herself a drink. “how did you and abby meet?”
“shes in my ap bio class, mr. angler?” you copied her, pouring your own drink.
she whistled low. “no shit, i heard his class is like, insanely difficult.” you nodded with a small laugh. “pretty and smart, abby picked well.” you blushed, taking a sip of your drink. “alright, lets go. i wanna get high and ellie has the weed.”
i’ve been left in the rain, lost and pining i’m trying hard not to look like im trying ‘cause every time i tried hard for love it fell apart ive gotten used to no one calling my phone ive grown accustomed to sleeping alone still i know that all it takes is to get it right just one time just one time
“you want a sip?” you questioned quietly, as not to disturb the group.
you were sitting tucked into abby’s side, her arm behind you on the couch. “nah, i’m not drinking tonight.”
“neither am i, its just coke.”
“well in that case…” she grabbed the cup, taking a sip and holding it in her lap so you could easily take it back.
a joint was slowly going around as everyone conversed. abby passed on it, handing it to you. she watched you take a hit before continuing your conversation with ellie.
she stared at you, watching as you talked to ellie about something or other. she couldnt help but admire you, getting lost in her own in head.
“you okay?” your voice brought her back to reality, your eyes staring into hers, a gentle smile on your face. she nodded and you turned back to ellie, leaning slightly more into abby. “i took astronomy as an elective last year, and i honestly really loved it.”
you felt one of abby’s hands grab your own, messing at the rings on your fingers. your eyes only flickered down for a second as you listened to ellie speak passionately on her love for space. her voice was quickly cut off as manny and jesse called for a round of beer pong.
ellie groaned, but went after them. you and abby followed suit, her helping you up and off the couch. she stood behind you, an arm around your waist, leading you to blush this time. one hand on your hip while the other held your cup.
they decided to play teams, ellie with jessie and dina with manny, while you and abby opted to watch and talk.
“can we get food after this?” you asked, leaning back into her. “fries and a chocolate shake sound so good right now.”
“whatever you want pretty.”
she smiled as she watched you get nervous, pulling you in tighter.
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“2 large fries and a chocolate shake, please.” the attendant told abby the price before she pulled up to the next window. you moved to pull out your wallet, but abby already had cash out and in the hand of the cashier.
“abs what the fuck. why didnt you let me pay?” you all but whined, as you waited for the food.
“sorry pretty. maybe you can pay next time.” that put a smile on your face.
“next time?”
“yea, next time.”
all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of your electric touch
“abby, how have you never had fries dipped in a milkshake!”
“i dont know,” she laughed. “i didnt even know that was a thing.”
you dipped a fry in the shake, “well it is. here, try it.” you held out the snack for her.
she’d pulled into the parking lot after getting your food to eat and talk. she noticed how perfectly the light hit your face, and couldnt help but want to tell you.
“you’re really pretty.” she watched you smile shyly before taking the fry from you. “damn, this is really good.” you only nodded. “sorry, did i mess this up?”
“no, im just really nervous.” you confessed.
“honestly… same.”
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“dad? i’m home!” she hung up her keys and jacket while pulling off her shoes. you copied her, leaving your coat beside hers and shoes at the door.
“in the living room!” she smiled back at you before leading you through her house. “hi abs, and hello! ive heard so much about you.” abby kicked his foot and he held out a hand for you to shake. “alright, okay. im jerry, very nice to meet you.”
you smiled, shaking his hand. “its nice to meet you too. ive heard lots about you as well.” you tried and failed to say anything more.
you and abby stood there for a moment before abby broke the silence. “we’re gonna go upstairs, love you.” she took your hand, leading you up to her room.
“love you too!”
she made her way to her bed, settling in, as you looked around her room. you looked closely at old photos and nicknacks she had accumulated over the years. “your rooms so cute.”
“thank you.” she smiled as you ran your fingers along her book shelf. “wanna watch a movie?” she asked, already turning on her laptop. you nodded and sat down beside her. “whatd’ya wanna watch?”
“can we watch ‘10 things i hate about you’? ive got a thing for kat.”
i was thinking just one time just one time maybe the stars align just one time and maybe i call you mine and you wont need space or string me along while you decide and just one time just one time maybe the moments right moments right its 8:05 and i see two headlights
“whats your favorite movie?” you asked, playing with a strand of hair on the side of her face.
“probably ‘tangled’ its such a classic.” she smiled at you, rubbing little patterns into your knee. “favorite book?”
“ooo, it’s gotta be ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’.” she nodded along. “what is your favorite childhood memory?”
abby thought for a moment before answering. “probably this one time at the zoo with my dad.” she smiled. “i was maybe 10? it was a really hot day and i was especially grumpy for whatever reason. i remember being really upset because they had this splash pad thing, but i didnt have a swimsuit to wear. i kinda just pouted until my dad decides to rip off his shirt and run in. i was really confused and just kinda confused until he pulled me in with him.” you smiled, finding it sweet. “whats the craziest thing youve ever done?”
you hummed in thought. “honestly i don’t feel like ive ever done anything really crazy. i do love dancing in the rain though.” you smiled as you remembered. “one time i was at a friends, and we and some other people were all just hanging out outside listening to some music when it starts pouring. we didnt even really think to at first, but then some song came on that mentioned dancing in the rain and we just got up and danced. we both ended up completely soaked but couldn’t find it in ourselves to care.”
abby’s eyes stayed on you the entire time. you couldnt help but stare back at her. admiring her.
the little bump on her nose. how her bottom lip was fuller than the top one. the scar on her forehead. the freckles that littered her face. how captivating her eyes were.
“what are you think about right now?”
“how stunning you are.” she replied honestly. “what about you? what are you thinking about?”
“how much i want you to kiss me.”
she leaned in and captured your lips in hers before she could even think to stop herself.
all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch all i know is this could either break my heart or bring it back to life got a feeling your electric touch could fill this ghost town with life
“wow.” you whispered into the quiet of her room.
“wow.” she whispered back. “can i do that again?”
and i want you now want to need you forever in the heat of you electric touch
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DON’T BLAME ME
Summary: based on Taylor Swift’s Don’t Blame Me. Y/N L/N has always struggled with relationships. She thought she found her Prince Charming with each guy she dated. Each one ended up in disaster until Negan Smith came along.
Warnings: 18+, smut, Taylor Swift song (maybe a warning to some folks), the song uses the imagery of using drugs, fluff, aftercare! Dom! Negan, description of rough sex, age gap (the reader is in the late 20s and Negan is in later 40s), reader has a heavy dating history!, mentions of cheating, reader! is a high school teacher!, cursing!, semi! public sex ( they have sex at the school), slight sir kink, unprotected sex, reader does not a have fully description (does wear glasses and skirts), daddy kink!, quickie sex!, and not fully edited!
A/N: Boarder is by me🥰, it’s not perfect but I have been playing with them on Picsart. I found the reputation snake on google! It’s a pretty short one shot and mainly just straight smut, not too much of a story.
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Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life
Y/N always felt that she would eventually find the right person for her. She understood it might take some time, but she didn't know how long it would take. Y/N had been in many relationships with various men, some lasting for a few years while others lasted only a few months or weeks. Y/N felt embarrassed about some of her past relationships and sometimes cringed at the memories of those she had been with.
I've been breakin' hearts a long time, and
Toyin' with them older guys
Just playthings for me to use
Y/N's life took a dramatic turn after graduating from college. She discovered that her boyfriend had been cheating on her with one of her closest friends, shattering her heart into a million pieces. Determined to start afresh, she moved away from her old town to start a new life. She landed a teaching job at a local high school, where she met some amazing friends who made her life vibrant and exciting. With her new-found positivity and zest for life, Y/N is now living the life of her dreams!
Something happened for the first time, in
The darkest little paradise
Shakin, pacin', I just need you
Y/N's heart skipped a beat when she met Negan Smith, the charming PE teacher who had every female teacher vying for his attention. Despite the distractions, Y/N was drawn to him, and fate brought them together at a Halloween Party in the local gym. As they escorted the event, they found themselves sharing more than just a punch bowl, and their connection was electric.
Y/N knew her class would tease her, and they continued later on until the Winter Formal Dance. Negsn finally asked her to go for a drink after both chaperoning the dance. That night was memorable, not just catching kids doing it in the parking lot but doing it in the parking lot with Negan herself.
Negan made her feel more alive, giving her something she’d never felt. The way he pounded her in the backseat of his truck outside the school after everyone had left after getting them a drink at a local bar in town. Y/N had never been cared for like that, especially the first time with someone. He treated her like a queen and touched her in all the right places.
For you, I would cross the line
I would waste my time
I would lose my mind
They say, "She's gone too far this time"
Y/N and Negan finally officially started dating after the New Year and Valentine's Day was approaching. It was their first one together. Y/N was never a big fan of the holiday, but Negsn wanted to make it memorable for her. Sadly the day fell on a school day, and the school was filled with horny teenagers. Y/N and Negan were just horny teenagers themselves if you looked closely. The way they shared glances in the hallway during breaks. They would be eating each other alive.
Y/N wanted Negan took take her into his office, throw her over his desk, and fuck her until it broke underneath her. She would do anything for this man; he was her true love, and Y/N knew it as well as Negan did.
2:57PM
Finally, the kids left the building, most lingering, waiting on rides or meeting with other teachers. Y/N was grading a few tests from a few days ago; she’d been entirely behind. She was distracted, and Y/N knew exactly what the distraction was, too.
Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life
Y/N's heart was racing as she frantically flipped through the answer key, trying to find the correct answers. The room was messy, with papers and tests scattered over her desk. Suddenly, there was a faint knock on the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked up and saw Negan, the handsome coach from her last class, standing in the doorway. He was still dressed in gym clothes, his muscles bulging under his shirt. With a sly smile, he scanned over her, and she felt herself getting lost in his piercing gaze.
He looked hot in anything..
Her lips pierced, tapping her pencil against her desk. “What do you need, Mr. Smith?” Y/N played innocently; she’d been teasing all day. She wore Negan’s favorite outfit, that skirt that hugged her curves. She dressed with that white button top tucked in, letting her ass be out. It was so tempting for Negsn to go up and slap it all day. Negan could have grabbed her at any moment, thrown her in any classroom, and made her cock drunk on a teacher's desk.
Negan was utterly smitten with this woman and there was nothing he wouldn't do for her. She was his ultimate dream girl, and he couldn't resist the urge to see her. As he shut the door behind him, the blind on her window quickly came down. The younger woman's heart raced as she watched Negan slowly make his way towards her, causing her to tense up with anticipation.
Y/N felt butterflies in her stomach as Negan approached her. "What the hell are you thinking?" he asked, his eyes growing darker. Y/N stood up from her rolling chair and touched his chest to stop him. "Not here, Negan," she said. "Even if you want to, I have a lot of tests to grade."
Negan chuckled. It was a darker laugh. His hand grabbed hers that rested on his chest. Y/N tried to pull away, but he gripped her hand from leaving his side. “Negan, baby,” Y/N breathed out; she knew she was getting turned on, “We don’t need to do this.”
Negan bit his lip in desire, pushing her to the wall behind her. It was with force that Negan’s hands wrapped around her throat, his lips crashing into hers. “You know you want to, baby.” Negan’s voice could have made her legs tremble. His hands went to her legs, raising her tighter skirt. Y/N’s eyes moved to the door; luckily, the windows in her classroom blinds were closed. Negsn had the skirt resting on her upper hips, her panties out to see.
My name is whatever you decide
And I'm just gonna call you mine
I'm insane, but I'm your baby (your baby)
Negan had his forehead resting against hers, and his eyes could not move away from hers. “Fuck me, sir,” Y/N giggled, pointing over to her desk, “throw me over my desk and fuck me.” Negan grabbed her, wrapping her around him. She squealed, and Negan cut her off by pulling her into another kiss. His lips moved with hers perfectly, slamming the papers she had been grading onto the ground. He laid her down on the wooden desk, wrapping her legs around him.
He pulled down her skirt, throwing his shorts to the side. Y/N tried to keep quiet, but Negsn and her could not get caught. “You gonna be quiet for daddy?” Negan whispered in her ear, unbuttoning her too slowly. With each pop, Y/N's nails dug more deeply into the side of her desk. She knew it would leave indents.
“Yes, Daddy, we need to be quick,” Y/N muttered. Negan got her bent over on her desk. Y/N had her ass up as Negan fucked her from behind. Pushing her face into the desk, Y/N had her hand covering her moans. Negan kept his groans quiet, sweat forming on top of his forehead.
Negan’s chest rested on her bare back, whispering in her ear. “You’re mine, y’know, sweetheart,” Negan was driving her crazy, her pussy clenched around his cock, “You’re making me crazy.” Negan’s thrust was getting sloppier, Y/N’s eyes closed. His words were growing butterflies in his stomach. It felt so overstimulating. She barely was taking everything when Negan started playing with her clit.
“I’m yours.” Y/N moaned out, which made Negan smile ear to ear.
And baby, for you, I would fall from grace
Just to touch your face
If you walk away
I'd beg you on my knees to stay
Negan felt himself growing closer, his hands digging deeper into Y/N's sides. The way her ass was bouncing on his cock, drew his attention, feeling himself seconds away from coming inside her perfect pussy. Everything about her was for him, made just for him. “I’m about to come inside you, doll.” Negan felt himself come inside of her, continuing his thrust slower. He was trying to catch his breath, and he knew Y/N was close. He knew her body like the back of his hand.
I get so high, oh
Every time you're, every time you're lovin' me
You're lovin' me
Trip of my life, oh
Every time you're, every time you're touchin' me
You're touchin' me
“Come around my cock, baby,” Negan commanded her, and right after his sentence, he could feel Y/N break underneath him. He covered her mouth, feeling the vibrations of her moans against his palm. “That’s right, that’s my girl.” Negan praised her, kissing her neck gently.
Y/N couldn't resist the thrill of being with Negan. With every move he made, her heart raced faster and faster. He was the adventure she had been waiting for, the man of her dreams who made her feel alive. Y/N had been searching for someone like him for ages - someone who would treat her like royalty, shower her with affection, and make her feel like the most important person in the world. With Negan, she finally found what she had been looking for.
“I’d do anything for you, Negan.” Y/N slipped her skirt back on, standing on her tiptoes, her lips meeting his. “Yeah, it seems, sweetheart,” Negan laughed, getting his clothes back on, “We just fucked in your classroom.” Y/N snickered at his comment, pulling her hair from her buttoned white shirt. “Love made me a little crazy.” Y/N teased; Negan playfully grabbed her, causing her to laugh, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“Now let me take you on that special Valentine's date, crazy girl.”
Don't blame me, love made me crazy
If it doesn't, you ain't doin' it right (doin' it right, no)
Lord, save me, my drug is my baby
I'll be usin' for the rest of my life
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Heyy! I made another one, let's pretend Tsu'tey didn't die and he's happily alive a. Alsoo Tarsem is in here, is just for story building. Thank youu, lots of love! Have a good dayy <3
Pairing: Tsu'tey x Avatar! AFAB Reader
WC: 3K+
Warning: NSFW/SMUT, nothing that dirty; confusion?; a bit of breeding kink; a bit of desperate Tsu'tey; Oral(f receiving); creampie. Summary: a couple of idiots making things work on a new path of life.
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Morning are somehow boring, awaiting for more. Until the rustles of the cocoon beds and huts cut the silence off. Laughter, sleepy steps and chitchats getting louder by the hour, life blooming on the branches of hometree. The Lights of the outside world foreshadowing their memories, a new start of the day on Pandora; your new home.
 A fresh start with the Clan Omaticaya after the war with the RDA. You thank Miss Smiles, JakeSully aka Olo’eyktan, his new rank at the moment. He got you in with him, belonging to the same squad before.
 This guy is lucky. Even when you both got here, having the pretty princess as a teacher from the start, and you, sadly, the thanator trying to get your head in a leaf plate. The king of scowls, Tsu'tey te Rongloa Ateyo’iyan. You’d to admit that he was good as fuck, he taught you until things got engraved to your core memory, your bones nearly breaking and you accomplish your maidenhood in a record time.
Rethinking your life in the morning is hard, engrains fuming as the skxawng of your ex-teacher is stuck beside you. His tail flicking against your back, he knows you're trying to ignore him, enjoy the little time you have. His playful manner wouldn't have happened months ago. You really don't know how hard his head got hit after his fall on the Hallelujah Mountains, this guy got a big fat luck to not die that day. Although his mind got some flick on, some variation of himself.
 He has been all over you, even when recuperating, taking your free time; throwing it all away, filling your mind. Feelings started blooming with the time spend together, they were already there before feeding into dryness. So small and not grown. Those emotions morphing into a complex concept making things complicated.
The stinging on your skin taking all the attention again, thoughts kicked out by a hard hit in your back. You picked your hand up swiftly, slapping his tail off. "Tsu'tey, I know you love my attention on you at every passing hour," strained smile cracking your angry face, "but for Eywa, I'm so close to cutting that tail of yours and feed you with it." you whispered loud enough for him. He leaned closer, breath fanning your ear, "You are not using the collar I gave you last night, your neck looks empty without it. Should I do another one?” His hand gently caressing yours, both hidden from prying eyes.
 Your mouth went dry. Looking away is safer than trying to look at him, weak to his shinning eyes, and his scowling face. He deserves someone better, greater than a half-breed, an avatar; his time wasted around you. You sighed, “I-I like what you do, every time, they’re wonderful,” squeezing his hand yearning for more, “I know that your partner is going to love them as well.”
His eyes are seeking for yours, his ears cowering as his heart started pumping slower. You look so tense, your shoulders trembling. ’Are you disgust by him?’, his silent question trying to come out swallowed quickly. His body seems frozen to his sitting space, feeling numb. He can’t feel the beating of his heart, his hands reached for his chest, thumping still there. His movements were so sudden that it made him feel dizzy, leaving is the suitable end. He has to be left alone on his own, rotting on his emotions, the shame of being rejected pushing him farther away.
His courting was going smoothly, you have appreciated every gift and his skills. Even the smallest gifts were welcome. Time spent together flashing on his mind, darkening his new path. You look at the empty space beside you puzzled, wandering for his strange behavior. Chores must be done, maybe his should’ve started long ago. Hand resting on the warm left behind, you want him around in your life. As a friend if the time says so. Adding the possibility of him being with somebody else to the equation, crushing your heart with it. At the moment the time is not enough to wander and lament the imaginary lost, the day barely started and things need to be done. Later you're going to mend this and be honest for once to yourself and him, open your heart.
Hours had passed since you’ve started your research for the ‘lost na’vi’. The light of the sun died as the eclipse took place, bringing closer the humid air of the night on Pandora. Your strength gone, energy wasted on nothing. Hiding and ignoring you for this long, his attention taken by anything, but you. You’ve felt like this before, when he was your teacher; known breathless and consuming feelings of rejection heavy on your soul.
Staying longer on hometree builds pressure over your shoulders, seeing more than what you got today as your sentiments decayed. Mindless walk taking you to the natural luminescence on the path before you, step by step shinning as the bridge started taking form. A large tree trunk covered in moss and beautiful glowing flowers, while their roots sunk in the river. You have been here with your enigmatic partner, you don’t seem to go far from him.
 This river is majestic, current not that heavy, maybe swimming is going to flow your emotions away.
 Your eyes stuck on the crystalline water, blinding your reaction to the light footsteps approaching your way, “Hello, dream walker! Are you lost?” echo of a deep teasing voice yanking you out of the scenery. Body rigid for a few seconds, ready to jump and attack, but it’s just Tarsem. You have seen this guy around, shared hunt parties with him and chitchatted from time to time. “Hello, Tarsem,” gesturing to him with your hand, “I’m not lost, just admiring the eye-catching view, wondering if I should take a dip.” a faint smile forming in your lips.
He looks agitated, his tails twitching and ears pulled back. He lifted his hand, slightly trembling, slender fingers brushing your shoulder, “I-I came here to give you a gift,” he held his breath, “a courting gift. I’ve seen you with Tsu’tey around kelutral, many times together, but it seems that you’re not being courted by him or anyone.”
Maybe if you stood there longer you'll turn into a tree, no more problems. Words said by the man in front of you made you part every interaction since your warrior's fall on Hallelujah Mountains in two, the gifts he gave you, taking you hunting with him and his new interest in skinship. Reactions you’d had replaying in your brain, your tail flicked as you worked your brain to mush. Relationships matter are done differently here-y-you fucked this up, his customs lost you in some platonic limbo. Your shoulder being squeeze made you jump, his sharp stare scanning you, the younger man put both hands in your stiff shoulders. "Uhh, I-I..." you babbled confused, trapped on the uncomfortable moment.
Tsu’tey’s gaze fixed on the shape of two na’vis near the other, his blood boiling; little of air provided by nature, not enough to suffocate it.
 He won’t take this again, his partner stolen so fast and in front of his eyes. “She’s being courted, Tarsem. You should go away now!" he hissed, bare teeth threatening the other man. Ears pointing down wards, body tensing as he marched to you, a protecting barrier before you. The younger na'vi held his arms up and left, tails tuck in between his legs. Dismissing your warrior's invitation to fight off, hissing as he passed beside Tsu'tey.
Feet moving by themselves, bringing you closer, instinct taking you to him. You are seeing everything fully, him completely. Pleased by his bright eyes on you, “I’m sorry, Tsu’tey. I-I didn’t know how mates worked," wetting your lips, "uhm, just the ending part. Neytiri and Jake are not that good at teaching stuff." you snicker embarrassed, hiding your face in your hands, waiting to be eaten by earth.
Tsu’tey's hands pushed yours away, he wants to see your beautiful face. His lips pursing in a charming smile, "I was supposed to be teaching you the way of the people, and I got lost on you, ma yawne." he chuckled, his beating heart quaking in anticipation.
 Embracing your body to yourself, caressing your arms, "I adore every gift you gave me, Tsu'tey, and you're great at any activity taking place. A known strong warrior.” Inhaling air fully, " I-I didn't feel right for you and I tried to hide my feelings away, cage them for myself.” you blurted out. Showing yourself bare is weakening, even to him. But he’s not reacting badly, he looks almost lost. As if he was trapped.
His eyes enchanted by the holy image before him, a halo of bluish light confining your form; shy and sweet, even in front of your mate. He panted, breathing seems harder around you; inching closer in your space, hands cupping your face. Feelings crashing into a fever induce kiss; his mouth following yours. Bodies pressing closer to the other, minds consume by the melting heat of the moment, longing for more than just a kiss.
Breaking the kiss felt as a forbidden act, “Come with me, please." he pleaded, his hand reaching for yours, reassuring squeeze encouraging your weaving heart.
 "I like when you beg, my love,” you joked as a teasing smile took place in your face. "Come now!" he pulled you with desperation, afraid of this being an illusion, just a dream of his. Slow steps turning into a fast pace. A never-ending walk, every passing minutes making your skin crawl, hand holding not enough.
The sudden stop made you sweat, tree of souls surrounding you both. Lilac lights drawing shadows on his muscle back, tensing with every trembling step, tail swinging with impatience. “I was worried, you didn’t come to me in dinner, not even your shadow near mine,” he confessed breaking the tensing silence formed, “I should’ve talked this out with you, instead of leaving and try t-to h-hate you.”
Nearing his body from behind, grasping your arms around his waist, leather like material prickling your skin; resting your cheek on his bare back. “The time we had to think was enough, ma Tsu’tey. I see you, regardless of anything that had happened before” pinching his side, “and you were really annoying from the start.” you pointed out playfully. His hand now wrapped around yours, breathy laugh catching your ears, “Your laugh is alluring, I’d love to hear you more, my love.” hot breath hitting his back. His face turning lilac, he’s supposed to make you feel shy and flustered, not him. Parting you from his leather belt on his waist, slowly turning to you, still holding your hand; he bringing it closer to his lips, a feather like kiss igniting skin.
 "A handsome and charming warrior." you bite your lip, “I’m such a lucky girl. Uhm, don't you want a kiss, pretty boy?" you teased him further. You took on the sight of heavenward, Tsu'tey on his knees; eyes glossy, face flush and quickening breath. "Yes, p-please." wavering voice taking you out of place, 'what happened to his strong manner?' you wander.
Dragging his hands through your legs, groping your plump thighs to his own desire. Nostril flared at the smell of your aroused scent, playing with the string of your loincloth, "Can I kiss you here, my love?" he pleaded. Heart thumping in your ears, lips parted freeing a low whimper, nodding twice starving for his skin in direct contact with yours.
Item of clothe discarded, bare to his gentle pecks on the inside of your thighs, yearning to taste you more. His fingers wantonly travel to grace your wet folds, sliding slowly inside, rubbing your clit over and over again. Warrior’s eyes fixed on your reactions. The way your face contorts in pleasure, mouth slightly open welcoming soft moans, ears retracted in ecstasy; he wants to please you more, so beautiful, a toxin consuming his mind.
 Your addicting smell making him get closer to the source, mouth salivating with the sole idea of tasting you. Parting your glistening folds, he buried his tongue straight in, lapping your juices satiating his hunger as he flicked at a short and quick motion your bundle of nerves. Tsu'tey’s free hand went directly to his navel, untying his loincloth. A teasing stroke of his pulsing cock, sending vibrations of groans to your core, causing loud prays of his name come out of your mouth.
 Thumb circling his cock-head, pearls of pre-cum dripping to his hand, wrist movements following the same motion of his tongue fucking your hole; aching to fill you up with his shaft. Your smaller hands went to his hair, desperate for your release, holding him closer to you. Rutting your hips faster, tangling nerves on the pit of your stomach blooming. The feeling pushing you over the edge, trembling legs making you unable to hold yourself any longer. Trying to get a grip of anything, your smaller hand dig in Tsu'tey’s shoulders.
Air knocking out of your lungs on instinct, but the hard impact on the grass floor didn’t hit you. Your mate’s palms were under your head, softening your fall, "I'm sorry. I-I lost my balance," you cry out, ears clasping in your scalp "Did I hurt you, ma Tsu'tey?"
His chest vibrated as he burst into laughter, your face felt hotter by the seconds, not just the teasing striking you, but the image before your eyes. Starstruck by him on top of you, his sharp features soften up as the corner of his eyes wrinkled hazily and mouth slightly open showing his teeth usually hidden from the world. “Thank you for your blessing, Eywa,” you mumbled quietly as your fingers reached for him, softly caressing his jaw. Tsu’tey’s eyes on you, his pupils dilated, lips parted panting for clean air, while your thumb in a feather like manner trace his glistening bottom-lip. Bringing him closer to your mouth, lips smashing together in a starving kiss tasting yourself on his tongue.
 Breaking the kiss, his lips descended slowly from your jaw to your neck, nibbling your pulsing point. His digits tracing the collar covering your chest, sliding it up, enough to expose your breast to his eyes. His hand cupping your breast, finger caressing your nipple; mouth stuck tending the other, pointy tongue licking it teasingly.
Hazy eyes looking at him, flicking tail wrapping around his wrist, “Touch me more, yawntu,” you pouted desperate.
A wet 'pop' like sound reaching your fogy mind, "My needy pretty mate, wants to feel more, hmm?” he mewled in your ear. Tsu'tey's hand grasping his queue, understanding the idea you went on to grab yours, looking at him through your eyelashes, such an innocent image for a seductive mate. This connection was something unknown to you both, just tales of mated pares to think on. Emotions flowing your system, knowing more than the surface. Hearts beating on their own accord, linked to the other. Nuzzling your head closer, you tenderly peck his cheek, "I love you, my handsome warrior.” your breathed his skin.
Your big and strong warrior crawling to you, confining you under him, a predatory like stare on his eyes; hands on your hips calming your heated skin. His rougher hand doing his way in between your thighs, spreading you wider for him, glistening pussy folds exposed. "So wet and ready for your mate, yawne.” he licked his lips, eyes fixed in your cunt. Tsu’tey’s slender fingers plunge inside your slippery slit, dragging his digits in and out of you, while his thumb rubbed your clit at a torturing pace. Working your hole open for him; your pink walls contracting around his digits, his sudden stop making a loud whine leave your lips. "I want to feel you around me." he groaned, fingers covered of slick going to his lips. You moaned needy a loud 'yes', ready to be fill up by your mate.
His heavy shaft rutting against you, lubing himself up with your essence. Running his hands lightly over the back of your thighs, he parted them enough to have a better access to your entrance. Cock-head brushing your wet hole, as he pushed inch by inch inside you. Teasing snap of his hips inducing to a guttural groan, "You're all mine now. A-All mine to breed and use." he breathed shakily, feeling your fluttering walls accommodated his length.
 Setting a new pace as he rolled his hips slowly, holding your sweaty body closer to his. His mouth devouring yours, hungry for more of you. As he pulled your plump hips harder on him, swallowing every sweet moan.
Low growls in your ears, almost enough to cover the wet sound skin slapping together. Using your hips to his satisfaction, rocking your body to his will, bringing you closer to your climax. Teary eyes on him, and a mind consume by pleasure, "I-I want m-more, Tsu'tey," you stuttered. Followed by a pornographic squelch of wetness as he dragged his glistening cock out, before plunging his shaft back to the hilt on your puffy folds, knocking the air out of your lungs. Starting an erratic tempo, frenetic to get you off along with him.
Tsu'tey’s gaze caught by the place where you're both connected, a white ring of your essences mixed took form at the base of his cock. Your pussy pulsing as he grind his thumb tenderly on your clit, “Cum for me, honey, cum. I-I know you want to." he hissed in your ear, hips snapping merciless in you.
You're not that far, the way your walls have him in a visceral grip, trying to suck him deeper. Hazy stuttered pounds, leaving his twitching sensitive cock spilling hot white cum inside your throbbing hole. You whine over-stimulated as he dragged his shaft out, release dripping from your fluttering hole, "You have to keep it all inside, my love," his breath fanning your lips, as his thumb pushed his cum back inside.
Tsu’tey laid beside you, his eyes bright on yours, his hands softly holding your face. He pecked gently your skin, embracing your body closer to his, tail swinging excited. “Let’s sleep, my beautiful mate.” He murmured, nuzzling his head closer to your crown. Your head resting on his chest, beating heart lulling you to sleep. 
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How’d I Get So Damn Lucky? | Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x reader
summary: as you approach your six months anniversary with Rooster, you contemplate whether or not you are too much for him to deal with.
a/n: i partly wrote this during my lunch break at work and partly after smoking weed but i’m kind of proud of this regardless. and also this was a request from @hufflepufftruffle eek... i hope it turned out okay :)
warnings: mentions of sex because durr
It had been six months of pure bliss.
Bradley was everything you had ever wanted in a boyfriend; everything you had searched for your entire adult life. He was endlessly kind and attentive - he made you feel needed, in more ways than one. He was funny. He was hot. And the sex was mind blowing.
But you couldn’t help but feel an itch of guilt in the back of your mind as your anniversary approached. He told you he was planning something special, but days earlier, he’d returned from a deployment on which he nearly died. It had shaken you to your core: his job was dangerous. You’d cried into his arms as he told the story of needing to eject. He had two broken ribs and a concussion. And yet, he had immediately reverted back to supportive boyfriend and started planning a special outing for the approaching date.
Who were you to be the one who cried for him while he recovered from a reminder of his mortality? He should be leaning on you, you reasoned. His father had died as an aviator. And yet, his focus was always you.
“Are you okay, doll?” He asked you during breakfast a few days before your anniversary. You’d been quiet; too quiet. “You still shaken up?”
“Me? No, I’m fine.” You forced a smile. “You should be worrying about yourself, not me.” You added.
“I’m always worrying about you,” he shrugged. God, it made your stomach hurt. He was so selfless.
You knew you were a lot sometimes. Overly emotional, easily freaked out by his chosen career path. Sometimes you wondered if you were really good for him. Especially when he spent so much time thinking about you instead of focusing on himself.
You found yourself drawing back a bit. He asked to come over one night and you’d lied about having plans with some girlfriends, which just made you feel even more guilty, and you ended up crying into a glass of Chardonnay all evening instead of being held in his warm arms.
He called the next morning. You declined.
The girls slept over, I’ll probably be gone all day. Sorry. You texted.
I’ll come over tonight, he responded loyally, missing your beautiful face.
You left him on read.
Later that night, you heard a knock on your door. You’d spent the whole day pent up in your apartment doing busywork to distract yourself. You’d washed your linens twice.
It was Rooster and his perfect smile on the other side of the door, which you opened little more than a crack. He was holding a bottle of Prosecco and a grocery bag.
“Thought we could make some pasta and watch a movie,” he offered brightly. “You know I make a mean spaghetti.”
You smiled sadly. “That’s... really sweet babe, but I’m feeling really under the weather. I think I have a stomach bug or something. Can we take a rain check?”
He frowned. “I’ll draw you a bath, we don’t have to eat anything if you’re feeling sick.”
He tried to squeeze inside but you pressed on the door. Rooster froze.
“Sweetheart, what’s going on?” He asked, eyes wide. You felt a lump rising in your throat.
“I just need to be alone right now, okay? That’s it.”
He slowly nodded. Your heart broke at his dejected face. “I know something’s wrong, honey. If you don’t want to talk to me right now, that’s fine. But I’ll be here when you do.”
He pulled the door closed and you heard his footsteps receding. A wave of self-loathing rushed over you. You numbly locked your door and retired to your bedroom, where you fell asleep in a half-empty bed.
Rooster had texted the next day asking if you wanted him to bring you breakfast, which you declined, but half an hour later you received another text telling you to check outside and sure enough, he’d left a Tupperware of pancakes and bacon on your doormat. God, you loved him.
Phoenix texted you later that day, too. The two of you had grown close since she was more or less the only girl in Rooster’s friend group and the pair of you formed a kinship.
Hey hon. Is something going on? Rooster seems sad and he only acts this way when it has to do with you.
That certainly tugged at your heartstrings. There was nothing that upset your sweet boyfriend more than someone he loved having a problem.
Thinking I maybe need to take some space from him. I can’t be the most important thing in his life.
You weren’t sure what compelled you to spill the beans to Phoenix, but you trusted her. You quickly typed out another message.
Please don’t tell Rooster. Don’t want to make him feel like he’s done something wrong. He’s the best man I know.
You figured you’d leave it at that.
With your anniversary fast approaching, you knew you’d need to tell him sooner or later how you were feeling. It pained you to keep your feelings inside. You weren’t sure what the end goal was. A break? But those always led to breakups.
Perhaps a breakup was what was best. It would allow him the energy to care for himself. It would kill you to be away from him - you loved him, more than anything in the world - but it may literally kill him to have you as a distraction.
He always told you how you were it for him. That he’d never felt this way before, that you were his soulmate, the woman he wanted to marry and carry his children. You knew he was being sincere. And you wanted that too, more than anything. You wanted to wake up every morning beside him for the rest of your life.
But being selfish wasn’t an option, not when Rooster’s life was on the line. It was a no-brainer. You’d just have to learn to live without him.
Which felt absolutely impossible.
Another text popped up from Phoenix.
That’s how he is, babe. He lives to care for other people. That’s what makes him really happy. Knowing he has someone as wonderful as you is enough to bring him home each time.
You sighed deeply.
You decided to go for a walk to clear your head. So you walked, and walked, and walked until you were on the beach and walked some more with your shoes in your hand and your toes in the damp sand. You walked until you were near the Hard Deck, where you finally decided to sit and watch the sun, which was grazing lazily across the sky towards the West.
Sounds from the bar behind you made you think about Rooster and his silly piano songs. He’d sing to you sometimes, and make up little verses about how much he loved you. Then he’d pull you into his lap and kiss the side of your mouth and say the same line with the utmost sincerity each time.
“How’d I get so damn lucky?”
The tears were flowing down your cheeks before you could stop them. That was all you would have now: the memories of him. His voice, his kind eyes, the scars on his neck, his songs, his mustache that tickled you whenever he went down on you. Was it whorish of you to ponder that you’d miss the sex? The weight of his body on yours, his skilled fingers and beautiful, stupid porn-star moans?
He’d ruined all other men for you.
“You’re thinking so loud that I can practically read your mind.”
His familiar voice startled you. You tried to wipe at your tears before he plopped down beside you, with no luck.
He didn’t look at you. Rooster always knew how to read your mind, so he waited until your breathing evened out and your checks were dried by the wind before turning to you. He knew that it embarrassed you to cry in front of him.
He reached out and tilted your chin to look at him.
“Hi, baby.”
You mustered a smile and responded. “Hi, Bradley.”
“Please,” he scoffed. “Bradley was my father. Call me Rooster.”
“Your father’s name was Nick.”
He looked at his feet and chuckled. “Not in the mood for jokes, I see.”
You hummed. He waited a few moments before speaking again.
“Why don’t you want to be the most important thing in my life?”
You huffed. “So Phoenix told you. I’m going to kill her, I swear-”
He interrupted you. “Nah, I looked over her shoulder and saw her texts. We were at the Hard Deck together. She doesn’t deserve to be slaughtered.”
You bit the inside of your cheek. “So you saw me out here?”
“No,” he responded, “I went home immediately after I saw what you said to her. And you weren’t there, so I guessed that you went on a walk, and I just... connected the dots that you walked all the way here. Must have a lot on your mind to have walked for so long.”
“I guess,” you murmured. Your chest hurt. You could feel that it was all about to come out, so you took a deep breath and decided to get it over with. “I was going to break up with you tonight.”
His silence was painful enough of a response.
“Why?” He asked quietly.
You shrugged.
“No, really. I want to know,” he pressed. There was some anger in his voice, but mostly just sadness. “Because I know it’s not because you don’t love me anymore. I know you love me. And I love you, and we’re happy, and we want to spend the rest of our lives together. So what the hell makes you think that ending it here is the right thing?”
You shuddered. Sobs were threatening to ruin the words you had prepared for him during your walk.
“I do love you. A lot, Rooster. But I can’t be a distraction to you. I get so.... worked up about your missions. Like last week, you came back and you had almost died and I made it all about me and now you’re planning this nice surprise for our anniversary and you don’t seem to care at all that you could have not come home at all. And if you’re up in the air and for even a second you think about me instead of your job, you could die. And I just can’t... I can’t be the reason for that. I love you too much.”
The tears had started again, but instead of looking at the sunset like he had been for the entire conversation so far, he grabbed your face and forced you to look into his eyes.
There was no animosity; no hatred. Just love.
“Baby, the reason I’m alive is because you’re there when I get home. The reason I make the decisions I do up in the air is because I’ve got something to live for now. I’m not reckless, and I know words won’t convince you of that, but I had the opportunity last week to do some dumb shit that could’ve made things easier for the sake of the mission, but I didn’t because I thought about you waiting for me. I have a future with you, I can’t jeopardize that.”
You tried to look away but he held on tight, running his thumbs across your cheeks.
“When you get emotional about what I do, it just makes me think how much you must fucking love me for you to feel so sad even when I’m alive in front of you. You’re not making it about you, baby, it’s always about me. You’re good to me in a way no one has ever been before. You care like no one else ever has. I gotta come back to you, honey, so that we can have everything we’ve talked about. So I can marry you and give you babies and get old with you.”
You almost laughed with relief. You had no idea how much you needed to hear him say that. Everything became so clear with his words.
He loosened his grip and waited for your reaction. You didn’t let his hands fall far from your face, grabbing onto them and pulling them around your neck. Your arms shifted to grab at his shirt and pull him closer. The rest of your tears fell into his shirt as he rubbed circles on the back of your neck. When your sobs subsided, he spoke again.
“Why didn’t you talk to me?”
You shrugged tearfully. “I was just scared. I didn’t know what else to do. But when you tell me, it makes sense. I feel so stupid.”
He chuckled. “Mav always says I’m wise whenever I decide not to be dumb.”
You smiled. He kissed your eyelids. Your nose. Then your lips. You’d missed his lips.
“You’re not stupid,” he reminded you, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and I’m glad you care so much about me. I only wish you’d told me earlier how you felt so we could’ve avoided all these days of you being sad.” He paused. “Your girlfriends didn’t come over the other day, did they?”
You laughed. “And i didn’t have a stomach bug.”
“Very clever excuses.”
“I try.”
He pulled you to sit between his legs. “I love you, honey. I’m happy to be here with you.”
“I’m happy too.”
“I’m glad,” he responded, his voice suddenly laced with nerves. “I, uh, know our anniversary isn’t until tomorrow, but do you think I could give you part of your present now?”
You twisted your head to look back at him. “Is it giving me mind-blowing head?”
“No,” he grinned, “that’s for tomorrow.”
You hummed and turned back towards the sunset. “I suppose whatever else you want to give me could come a little early.”
He shuffled around behind you and then went still for a few moments. One of his hands reached out in front of you, between your legs. You looked down at what he was presenting between his fingers.
It was a ring.
You twisted back so quickly that you thought you might have pulled a muscle.
“Rooster.”
“I know it’s only our six months and you said during the first month of our relationship that you wanted to date someone for at least a year before agreeing to marry them, but I’ve known from the moment I met you that you were the one for me and I just can’t wait any longer, honey. Please, if it isn’t too much to ask, will you marry me?”
Your mouth was hanging open.
Sure, you’d told him that, but you lied. Even in that first month, you knew that if Rooster got down on one knee, you’d say yes. And here he was, five months later, asking the question you’d been burning to answer.
“Of course I will, baby.”
It came out as more of a strangled sob, but Rooster seemed to understand because he grinned. His arms snaked around you and pulled you in for a long kiss. When he pulled back for air, he grabbed your hand and slipped the ring on his finger. It was beautiful - a tasteful size and very elegant, vintage looking.
“Is this..?”
“My mom’s?” He finished your question. “Yeah. She would’ve killed to have a daughter-in-law like you.”
You kissed him again. Then you laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
You swiped your finger over his eyebrow and kissed his nose. “Just never thought this day would end like this. I thought I’d be single by sunset.”
“Funny how things work out.”
“Yeah,” you hummed. “Funny.”
There was no feeling like sitting there on the beach with Rooster, toying with your new engagement ring, while he whispered how much he loved you in your ear.
“How’d I get so damn lucky?” You murmured as the stars rose above you.
“That’s my line,” he scolded.
When the moon was high in the sky, the pair of you finally stood up and he escorted you to his Bronco. You proceeded to make out against the hood like a couple of teenagers. Eventually, you pulled back and ran a hand through his hair lovingly.
“How about we go home and you give me my other anniversary gift early?”
He chuckled. “Anything for my fiancé.”
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xxkitty13 · 5 months
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Circus Freaks
LA Buggy x Fem reader
Contains: younger reader (20’s), violence
Previous chapter- Part 1: The Carnival
Next chapter- Part 3
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Previously: Buggy arrived at the island of Febe to raid it. However, a change of plans caused him to host a carnival alongside his circus. Will he hold up to his scheme?
Part 2: First Glance
The fair winds blew across the meadows. The grass danced across the open field, its bristles soft against the skin. Y/n sat underneath an oak tree. It's her favorite spot when she wanted to be alone.
Her adoptive parents were being difficult today. Work on the farm was already tedious and receiving more chores at home was enough to drive her crazy. It can't be helped, that's how things rolled on this island. Work, work, work, and more work. It never ended.
Even so, y/n doesn't complain. The wildlife is beautiful here, it gives her a sense of peace.
"Y/n!"
Breaking the silence, a figure slowly approaches her. Y/n turns her gaze to the voice. She squinted to see who called her.
"Lyla? Is that you?"
"Yes! I knew I'd find you here."
"Is something wrong?"
"No, no. I'm here to take you back home." The woman grinned. It's her sister, child of her adoptive parents. She is of average height, with golden brown skin, and kinky hair. Despite being 5 years older, she acted like her mother.
"I don't want to go. Your parents are being hasty."
Lyla sighed and walked over to y/n. "I know how my parents are, but you're living under their roof. Until you move out like I did, you won't have to worry about the farm chores."
"Well, you're married now. Your husband has a good job and is able to afford a house."
"You don't have to get married to move out. That's something the older generation believes in. You can get a job or go back to school."
"But I can't afford school. Besides, working and going to college is not worth it. The jobs I qualify for won't cut it."
"You can't just stay with my parents forever nor out in this field"— Lyla grabs y/n's hand—"there must be something you want to do for yourself." She pulls her up from the ground and softens her look. "Come on, you're in your 20's. You still have plenty of time and energy."
Y/n looked at the ground. This is a topic she hated and her sister knew that.
"Look I didn't mean for you to mope. I came here for a different reason."
"What is it?"
"Carnival."
"Carnival?"
"Yes, didn't you hear about it? If you weren't isolated all the time you would have heard about it."
Lyla leaned closer to her ear. "And guess what? There's going to be a circus . . . you know what that means?" Picking her head up, y/n eyes widen. "That means you'll finally get to see a clown dummy," she snickered.
"A clown?"
Her chest warmed up rapidly as her heart fluttered. She couldn't believe it. There's an actual clown on the island.
"Now don't get too excited on me. Apparently he's a pirate clown. Strange isn't it?"
"What? A pirate who's a clown?"
"Look I said the same thing, but he's the real deal. Now come on, I'm taking you back to get ready."
She didn't have to tell her twice. Y/n face gleamed as they both made their way back to the town.
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Back in her room, y/n plopped on her bed. She grabbed the rag doll next to her. It is about 8 inches long. Its skin tone white, with bright blue fluffy hair. The doll had on a red jumpsuit with two white pompoms along the middle. It had a little red nose located in the middle of face with a giant smile. It is a rag doll of a clown- one of her priceless treasures.
Holding the doll up in the air, she smiled. Clowns are her favorite. It was the last gift her mother gave to her.
She closed her eyes holding the doll at her chest. Her mother always talked about the circus. She used to work as an acrobat before having y/n. In her stories, she would describe all the stunts she had to do. Dangerous ones that left her right leg damaged and finished her career in entertainment. She promised y/n that she would take her to one; sadly, that promise was broken when she passed away.
Despite being six at the time of her death, y/n remembers her stories. Since then, she dreamed of going to a circus. That dream would finally come true.
The sun was setting. It is almost time to leave. Y/n decided to wear a black above the knee dress. It had long flared sleeves and simple runched bust. Due to the chilly weather, she wore stalkings and platform boots. 
The only bright colors she wore with the outfit were her red wine lipstick and nails. Her makeup was simple- her painted lips with winged eyeliner and mascara.
To top the outfit off, she wore the silver cross necklace of her father— paired with small cross earrings. The cross of the necklace was beautiful, embedded with small red and green jewels. Y/n didn't wear it often, but it felt right for the occasion.
She made her way out the house, but was stopped.
"Where are you going? You never finished cleaning the animal corrals."
She turned around to face the stern look of the middle aged couple.
"Mr. and Mrs. Ti-"
"Mom. Dad. Leave her alone. She's worked hard this season. A little break won't hurt."
"Lyla don't give her excuses," said Mrs. Ti.
Grabbing y/n by the hand, Lyla took her out the front door. "Ok nice chat, I'll bring her back soon!"
"Wait-"
"Eh let them go darling. I think we've stressed her out enough. Besides, you know the circus is in town."
Mr. Ti closed the door and gave an assuring smile. He walked to the living room and sat on the couch, his wife followed behind.
"Poor girl. I hope it will make her happy. She's been having a relapse lately"— Mrs. Ti sat next to her husband—"I don't think her time at the cemetery does her any good."
Holding her hand, "She'll be okay. Sometimes a wound needs to reopen to be healed again."
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"Wow, you dressed up today." Lyla laughed seeing her sister blush.
"You look pretty."
"Thank you."
"By the way, my husband is coming with us. You don't mind?"
"No. I like Walo. Being a third wheel isn't so bad with you two," y/n smiled.
The two sisters walked on the dirt road between two fields of apple orchards. The breeze rustle the leaves of the trees. The sound was soothing.
"Look you can see the lights from here."
Approaching the top of the small hill, the flashing lights of the carnival were seen. The small amusement rides held laughing children. The food stands filled the space with its delicious aroma. In the middle of it all was a huge red and white stripped tent. That's where the clown is at.
Y/n dragged her sister, fastening her pace. It wasn't long till both women made it to the front gate. It was larger than it looked. The place was fenced up with cheap wood, but it added to the ambiance.
The entrance fee was only a few berries. They soon entered and looked around the place.
"Hey girls!"
"Walo!" Lyla shouted.
The couple hugged each other and kissed. Y/n only cringed at the act. It was weird to see her sister engaging in PDA, but she can't help to feel jealous at the loving relationship.
"Hey y/n, how are you? It's been a while."
"I'm doing okay. It's nice to see you."
Walo placed his arm over his wife's shoulder and steered the women toward the food stands.
"I heard the hot dogs are delicious. We should try some."
The trio made their way to the hot dog stand. The line did not take long. They each received a six inch hot dog, wrapped in bacon and topped with condiments of their choice. The smell of the sandwiched wiener made y/n's stomach grumble.
"Okay girls, the show will start in 15 minutes. Do you want to head inside the tent or look around?"
"Um dear, I don't think I can walk around and eat this large hot dog. Let's go in the tent," Lyla said barely cutting down the size of the wiener.
They all laughed and followed the crowd of people entering the circus tent.
Y/n followed behind the couple, nervously holding onto her hot dog. She could feel her hands shake. Nothing could describe how she felt. The entrance was dark, she watched her step as her body felt jittery.
Shortly, bright white lights beamed onto her face. The music became much louder with each step. The large lights moved across the space above, hitting the people sitting on the benches.
"Come on, there's still front row seats." Walo grabbed both women and ushered them to the seats to their right.
The place was larger than she imagined. The ceiling held the tight ropes for the show, a height that just made her gulp. Did her mother have to perform at such heights?
On the other side of the ring, a man on an unicycle balanced a spinning top on a large sword. Fascinating to say the least. Children gazed in awe at the man, only boasting his ego. Distracted by the man, bubbles were blown on her face. The woman with a red body suit winked at her as she continued to blow bubbles onto the crowd.
"Ppfft." The couple snickered next to her.
Embarrassed by the act she looked away, taking a bite off her hot dog. Scanning the area, she saw familiar faces and even one she wished not to see. It was someone in her cohort, one that has been harassing her for years. Recently, for her hand in marriage.
Their eyes meet. The man, with long black hair and piercing blue eyes, stared her down. He gave a flirty smile back. He's handsome, she could not deny that, but there was no attraction. People called her crazy for rejecting him throughout the years.
Women around her age crushed on him. He is slightly built, tall, and had a strong jawline. Y/n knew it was also for his money. Daddy's money in fact. His father is known to be the wealthiest on the island. She wouldn't mind being with a rich man, but he's an absolute asshole.
"Ugh, there goes Yasi," she groaned.
"Don't mind him. We're here for you," Lyla assured.
It was then the lights dimmed and everyone vanished from the ring. Fog machines blasted white smoke across the floor. A large spotlight focused on the large curtain in front of the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the best show you'll ever witness. I am your host, Buggy, Buggy the Clown!"
A black silhouette emerged through the white smoke, his boots clacked onto the hard floor. A red-orange hat peaked from the cloudy fog, blue hair swayed with every step. That's when y/n watched intently, the red nose she's been dying to see glowed so brightly with the white light. Star-struck, her mouth hanged slightly open, too captivated to move an inch.
The audience clapped, Buggy roamed his eyes upon the people, feeling the praise. That's when he noticed one person who did not clap for his presence. He felt his blood begin to boil, but the look in the young woman's eyes was not what he expected.
The two locked eyes, his green orbs staring intensely onto y/n's. She gulped, feeling her face heat up at his heavy gaze. Buggy took a note of the woman, her face clearly flustered. This reaction was not something Buggy understood, it was probably his nose she stared at.
The stare down was brief, but it felt like an eternity. Buggy tried to brush it off; however, the woman's undivided attention sparked something inside of him. The clown quickly composed himself and continued the introduction.
"Before we begin this lovely spectacle, I would love to give thanks to Mr. Dun for providing us equipment and materials for this circus."
The townspeople cheered for their mayor, the spotlight beaming over him. The gesture was short as the light hovered back over to the clown.
"Now I hate to share the spotlight for so long, but I needed a small moment to feel humble. But that's over with, so please . . . let me hear your admiration once more."
The audience laughed at his cunning remark and clapped once more.
"Now let's begin with the show!"
People roared in excitement as the lights dimmed once again. Colorful lights flashed amongst the tent. With the booming music, four people consecutively backflipped across the edge the ring. Two men and two women with dazzling tight blue body suits waved to the crowd.
"These must be the acrobats," y/n whispered to herself.
Four satin blue fabric unrolled from the ceiling. Each acrobat climbed and twisting themselves up high from the floor. Astonishing core strength was used to maintain themselves from a brutal fall. The acrobats wrapped their ankles tightly with the fabric and hanged themselves upside down, spinning in place.
Act after act, the audience was amazed by the unprecedented talent. Sure each entertainer gave a spectacular show, but y/n could not advert her eyes from the pirate clown. Buggy noticed this and he loved every second of it. He had to get close to her.
It was time for a small break and Buggy re-entered the ring. "Was that not a show?" He raised his arms awaiting for the usual cheers. "Now, I need a little helper for this next part. Anybody wants volunteer?"
Young children shouted and raised their hands. Buggy is not interested in them whatsoever. He was hoping for his fan to desperately call out to him, but she did not. Disappointed at this he slowly made his way to her side of the ring, faking his watch for a volunteer.
"You."
He stood in front of her, holding his white gloved hand out. Y/n looked into his compelling eyes. The blue paint marks complimented his green orbs. His long bottom eyelashes overlayed the glitter under his eyes. Despite the clown makeup, she found him absolutely handsome.
The clown is obviously older than her, but with age, a new form of sex appeal blossomed. There is a strong manly sense to him— unlike Yasi. His jaw covered with stubble was something y/n never expected to find attractive, but such masculine features is what Yasi lacked. Breaking out of her trance, she felt everyone looking at her. She hated this amount of attention. Polar opposite of Buggy, who thrived on it.
"Stage fright? Don't worry, you'll be fine cupcake." Buggy gave her a playful, but sexy grin. This gesture melted her away, exactly what he intended to do.
She hesitantly grabbed his larger hand. He gently grasped it as he guided her to the middle of the ring.
"What's your name darling?" He sultry whispered.
"Y/n," she replied quietly. Buggy simply hummed at the sound of her voice.
She observed his features in the new lighting, to which defined his sculpted cheekbones. His clown nose hid such sharp features, but she didn't mind. Taking a closer look, its texture resembled that of an orange, very porous. It seemed real.
Cutting her thoughts, Buggy retrieved a white scarf from within his leather coat.
"For this next performance, our little volunteer will be blindfolded." As she began to protest, Buggy quickly went behind her and placed the blindfold. "Have trust in me, I won't hurt you," he chuckled at her ear. His voice raised goosebumps on her skin.
Two of his subordinates brought in a large wooden board. It contained black straps on each corner. If it was someone else, he would have used the good old spinning wheel of death.
With the help of his assistants, Buggy placed y/n onto the platform in front of the board. Each of her limbs were constrained tightly.
Reaching into his coat, Buggy pulled out four blades, holding them between his fingers. The audience gasp, uneasy of the next stunt.
"Is that safe?" Lyla said with a worried look. She bit her finger, gripping onto her husband's arm.
Y/n could feel the change of atmosphere. She grows anxious, wondering what Buggy would do next. That's when she felt a breeze by her wrist, followed by another one near her hip. Sweat began to form on the palm of her hands.
"Two more to go, can I get my blades get any closer to her body?" We shall see."
With a heinous laugh, he threw the third blade near the side of her throat, about an inch away from her skin. Y/n jumped. Her eyes began to water from fear.
"One more left."
The people watching had mixed emotions. Some, like Lyla, could not bear to watch. The other half were ready to see where the final blade would land. The thrill caused a large chant. "One more, one more, one more!" They kept repeating.
Gulping hard, y/n embraced herself for the last throw. Buggy rolled his free hand to encourage the crowd. He lived for this excitement. To add to the suspense, the clown turned around and took three large steps forward. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in. It is dead silent now. The awful silent ringing filled y/n's ears. She couldn't take it anymore, with her racing heart, an anxiety attack began to form.
Before she could feel a tear run down her cheek, a loud thud boomed next to her left ear. The vibrating sound of metal rang through the ring, followed by screams.
One of the assistants removed the blindfold. The blazing lights burned as she tried to open her eyelids. That's when she noticed the semi large blade right by her ear, approximately one centimeter apart. She took a deep sigh of relief. It was finally over.
The assistant removed her from the constraints and Buggy made his way to the dismayed woman. Reaching his hand out once more, he offered to help her down the platform. Y/n stared at it, not sure if she should. With a shivering hand she reached for his.
"You're a brave one."
"Really?" she murmured.
"People usually scream at the first throw."
Looking away with a flustered face, she wiped her watery eyes, not caring for her makeup. Buggy accompanied her back to her seat. He gave her a handkerchief to help with her smudged mascara.
"Sorry if I ruined ya makeup. You still look cute," he said with a flirty wink.
Taken aback by the compliment, she fluttered her eye lashes to pull herself together.
"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, right?"
Y/n shook her head. "I'm okay."
Lyla nodded at her response, placing her head on Walo's shoulder.
The show continued with its final acts— obviously ending with a bang as a person was blasted from a canon ball. People left the tent shortly after. The trio stayed behind, not wanting to join the chaos at the exit. Y/n closed her eyes, trying to take in the intense night. Never would she have imagined a circus to be like this, yet it did exceed her expectations. She smiled, thinking of her mother.
"I finally witness the circus mom."
Lyla rubbed her sister's back. "Come on, let's go. The exit is free now."
Before the trio could reach the exit, someone yelled out to them.
"Hey!"
The three turned their heads back, not wanting to interact with that voice. Yasi approached them and stood in front of y/n. He looked down at her with a weird expression.
"What do you want?" Y/n spoke.
"What do I want? I came here to get an explanation about what happened earlier."
Perplexed by his comment Y/n wrinkled her brows.
"Don't make that face. You know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
Angered, he raised his voice. "What the fuck was that about with that clown? You guys were eyeing each other for a hot minute."
Her heart sunk, she didn't think anybody would notice.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Stop being weird." Y/n turned around to leave.
Yasi yanked her before she could escape, ripping the bust of her dress. She quickly held the material in place, hoping no one saw her breast.
"Okay that's enough Yasi. You've done it this time." Walo pushed him back.
"Oh, you wouldn't dare touch me. You work under my father. I don't think you'll like to be unemployed, would you?" Yasi plastered a wicked smile.
"Now, as your future husband, I'll have to discipline you Y/n!" He leaped in front of her, throwing her down.
As Yasi raised his right arm, something knocked him to the bleachers.
"Who did that?!"
Yasi looked up to see a figure approaching him. It was the clown.
"I'm going have to ask you to leave. The show has finished," he said sternly.
"Mind your fucking business clown."
Irritated by the brat, Buggy called in his crewmate to throw the man out.
"I'm not letting you freaks touch me. I will be leaving on my own will, not because you said so."
Yasi bumped against Buggy's shoulder, eyeing down at y/n as Lyla embraced her. He huffed and barged out of the tent.
Buggy tried to approach the startled girl, but embarrassed by her state, she turned around before he could notice her exposed chest. She ran off, leaving her sister and Walo behind.
"Y/n, wait!"
The two ran off after her, leaving Buggy at the entrance of the abandoned tent. Unsure on what to do, he looked at the night sky. It’s a full moon tonight, it dazzled brightly upon his face. The stars shimmered, dancing for the black sky— the ambiance felt different. That's when a glimmer caught the corner of his eye. It's the sliver necklace the young woman wore. The moonlight reflected off the precious gems. He picked it up and got a closer look at it.
It's beautiful, definitely a necklace of a high value. Part of him wanted to keep it for himself; instead, he decided to keep it safe. Buggy wore it over his neck, making sure to hide it under his scarf.
"What was that about captain?"
"Don't worry about it. Just some toxic fan."
Buggy pivoted and walked back in the tent, holding onto his scarf. "Let's go, we haven't finished our closing shift duties."
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urstruly-ghst · 1 year
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immortal human + younger! malleus
note : the story has an immortal human, but would soon turn back into their mortal ways
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malleus draconia
What was it like to be torn into a million pieces? You and Malleus were still determining what went wrong. It was giving up something that lasted for centuries, giving up a taste of forever for a moment of temporary life. Instead of renewing the vows of eternity, the bond you so carefully bonded with hopeful whispers and promises, you turned away. You were not scorned, not even bridled with anger, just longing. 
Longing for the humanity you traded for 500 years of endless love.
As you stared at Malleus, who begged you with eyes you could never find in yourself to say “no” to, you let out a few tears. Five hundred years have gone by so fast with him; those years are something you would relive all over if you could.
“Is this really what you want?” Malleus asked, prodding you once more. He knew the answer, but this little part of his brain hoped. It clung on what little hope his heart could handle. You stare at him, smiling sadly; leaving him wasn’t easy. It would never be.
"Honestly, I'm not sure myself. Your majesty, if I'm being honest, I'm terrified." The fear that Malleus thought would never shine through with your bold decision manifests thickly into the air. Malleus bound the spell to be in full effect soon. Afterward, the two of you will be torn apart physically and mentally. The bond of two faes will diminish until a human heart emerges. 
Malleus, for the nth time, begged for you to change this. You’re still a fae; if you back far enough, you will remain that way. Maybe, if it weren’t the human heart within your ribs, you’d jump into the spell that is Malleus pleadings. His voice is an enchantment you have drowned in for over 500 years. It was all too simple if you gave in once again. 
However, that human heart beat in screaming colors– wildly contrasting the dark scape of the Briar you have lived in. Malleus still shined through it, but it was nothing compared to the thrum and chase humanity offered you. 
“Am I out of your grasp yet, your majesty?” You teased, shaking as the colors you have not seen within the last centuries began swimming in massive swarming waves. The breath you didn’t know you were holding coiled your stomach as you sat up, reaching into what you could never explain to anyone. It was as if you were reborn to a place you knew where you belonged. 
As you reach that space, your head turns to Malleus for the last time. Oddly enough, you feel as if you fell in love again. The warm entanglement called love somehow still reaches what people call a break-up; it baffles you.
That fuzzy feeling, the glorious and brightening feeling, still is present when you look at him. Malleus Draconia bewitched you even at the moments you’d leave him. Was it a folly of the human heart? Was it just your sentimental feelings resurfacing as you reached what is now an end?
Perhaps it was the aftereffects of the spell? Or could it simply be because you never stopped loving him? 
“Your majesty?” You piped up as you felt lightheaded already. Malleus gently caught you as you felt like the world spiraled around you. Malleus had a panicked look, terrified the spell backfired on you. He was cursing his magic and was rushing to get physicians to assist him; however, you stopped him. Malleus stilled. Any touch you give renders him weak.  
That was when he knew that this exact moment was when things ended. No amount of begging can undo your decision and the spell.
So, instead of pleading with all his strength. Malleus listened with a bleeding heart.
“I still love you. Please remember that as I exit Briar Valley. Once I release myself from the woods, once I am in the clear– know every fiber of my being is bewitched on you alone, your majesty.” Malleus knew of your devotion towards him. No matter what happened to the both of you, he knew that when you shall be human again– his love will be ingrained in you.
“What are you saying, my love? Of course, I shall know. Even the soil you tramp on carries whispers of our love; I am sure of it. Each particle that has ever witnessed our love shall carry it for the world to see.”
You grinned. The love you both shared would surely never fade, but your heart longed for something beyond what that love could give. Selfish as it may seem, you both knew that once the heart beats– you’re gone.
“Please let me hear you say it to me once more, Malleus… Please say you love me.”
Malleus, while shakingly holding his tears, followed each command. 
“I have loved you for 500 years. I love you to this exact second and will continue loving you. Until the day you are cruelly taken away from me again.” 
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