#so.. I have a very special affection for this song... and I couldn't help but draw them. as they are such special characters for us too!

[mel-loly]

“And I see forever in your eyes

I feel okay when I see you smile, smile~”

@alsomanple/@manpleblog

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hazbin Hotel Men - Take care of you

warning : fluff, hurt/comfort, crying, no use of Y/n, fem reader

Characters : Alastor , Angel Dust, Husk , Sir Pentious, Vox , Valentino

Info : So it is here my first work for the hazbin hotel fandom and I'm very excited. I'm in it again after watching years ago the pilot, the first few episodes of hb and the great/amazing music video adict. So have fun everyone and enjoy it ;)

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Alastor : A smile always graces his lips and even if you're not used to it, he's quite disturbed when his loved one doesn't smile too. They've been through a lot together, but when he walks through the corridors of the hotel from his broadcasting studio and finds his darling sad, even crying, the static goes out of his voice for a moment. He will always worry about his darling, the only one in his dark, twisted heart. ,,Darling, what's wrong...who should I make scream?" he asked, his claw-like fingers resting on your hands, the strange charged static running through you strange yet familiar. Almost judging and somehow tickling. He would listen quietly to what was on his darling's mind and let a soft song play over his wand, the song that had played when he got the letter. Your letter of admiration in such a cruel place as hell the radio demon had marveled at. ,,Or I'll just stay with you mhhh a little show?" he asked, gently wiping the tears from your cheek with his fingers before pulling his sweet tone from the bed and flicking the room into a reddish dance hall. The radio waves turned to a song and he gently guided his darling around the room, brushing away her tears with each turn, reminding her of the things they had together. The time they had together, the things they had done for each other. His special affection, his gratitude and his love that belonged only to her. ,,You know I'm always with you darling, no matter what," he reminded his heart before leaving a gentle kiss on the back of her hand as the music faded.

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Angel Dust : Angel Dust knew best what it meant when it came to money. He had lived it hell he was in that vicious circle and knew what it was like to be exploited for money almost every night. But in all this fire and poison he had found his own drug, so to speak. The one that had helped him when he was down, when he needed a break, when he couldn't sleep after night after night. She had sacrificed herself, Val had practically thrown herself at the throat, had taken it upon herself to become the number two in the business, something "enough" as Valentino called it. But Angel knew better than anyone that something like this didn't just pass you by. Which is why, with a warm tea in his hands, the spider heard the quiet knock on the door before he heard the ,,Come in." He didn't have to look to know that the runny makeup was from tears and other things. ,,Hey princess, come here," he murmured, putting the tea on the side table before slowly putting his hands around her. Never firm enough that she couldn't resist, always calm enough to show her that he didn't want what the others in the store wanted. The words flowed slowly over her lips and even though they both knew there was no point in talking about it, it felt good. It eased the pain and Angel was able to wipe away her tears before he gave her the tea. Because if there was one thing he had learned, it was that a cup of tea could work wonders in a few minutes and make you feel warm and safe. ,,I promise this will all end soon," he murmured, letting his beauty lay her head on his chest and he smiled gently as he saw the trembling of her body lessen with his calm heartbeat. At least they would both have something like hope for a while...a moment of calm and peace in the vicious circle.

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Husk : The clinking of glasses was something that could always be heard at the bar, either when the former overlord was sorting, washing or serving the glasses. The bottles made about the same sound but darker. But something still filled his bar: sniffling and sobbing. The sadness of his favorite, lucky clover, sitting at the bar with his head buried in his hands. He had just blown away to take another order because everyone else was already off to Satan's place. The beating of his wings could be heard as he hurriedly came over to her. He didn't need to look at the sad face, ,,I know you've given everything we all know that" he said and reached for the right drink he knew her favorite order was the one she had brought him back when he was lucky. He handed her the drink and slowly and gently took her hands from her face before she took the drink with a slight look of gratitude. He nodded in acknowledgment as he saw them both just sitting there for a moment, he slowly wrapped his sweat around her waist and pulled her a little closer, placing a wing on her shoulder. Knew the feathers were something she wanted. Because he was right, she let her fingers wander over the pattern. She finally gave in and told him about her yet another failed attempt to get money and power for the hotel, maybe even a few free ones, but nothing had worked. Instead, only the usual cursing and swearing...as the cave was true. Without happiness and kindness. ,,But our happiness and togetherness will last forever," he said and handed her one of his golden dice before the two of them rolled it over the wood of the ceiling. But in fact, when Husk pressed a gentle kiss on her cheek, both dice landed as doubles. They knew that together they had the best luck they could have as a couple.

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Sir Pentiuos : The airship's engine was loud, but the serpent demon was able to distinguish between the sound of an engine, the cracking of eggs and the sobs of its first officers. Turning away from the steering wheel, hoping that a cherry-scented bomb would not be thrown through the windshield, he made his way into the interior of his airship. ,,My beauty? Are you in here?" he asked as he looked into the individual rooms of the ship before he heard her from the craft room, where she was mostly developing her weapons. Weapons that had often led them both to victory, but this time it didn't work out. it was the third time in the last week that they had been caught by the bombs. He saw her sitting on one of the tables with another broken weapon in her hands, a mistake she took to heart. ,,Ohh darling please don't I'm here come here" he whispered and his forked snake tongue wetted her cheek lightly as he pulled her into an embrace. The kiss on her cheek made her smile as she saw that the serpentine demon was a little pink in the cheeks himself. His cuteness that he mostly didn't know about always cheered her up, he would always manage somehow. His snake tail curled around her body and his slightly scaly skin felt warm when she put her fingers on it. He knew his scales soothed her and his words dug into her like the bite of a snake. He slowly put her weapon aside and cuddled her again, encouraging her. ,,Shall I fetch the eggs? A big party, my dear, maybe a party," he suggested with a smile and shortly afterwards he lifted her into his arms before the two of them went to the little ones. The family sat down together and soon instead of crying, laughter and joy could be heard as Sir Pentious stood by their side.

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Vox : Voices can get loud, programs can get loud and with the three Vees it can get very very loud. If not the models, then Val's employees or hookers suffer from this. But this stress for new eriesn, new porn shoots and new clothes became too much for every demon. And when Vox went back to his office/broadcasting station he had, as always, an overishct on everything. A look at everything and everyone, but a look at the one screen he always had closest to him. Just a second later, he showed up in her room using his skills to make the viewers go haywire. They were always surrounded by noise, so he knew how good it was to have silence. ,,Hey button we'll take care of the ratings later...what do you need mhh?" he asked taking her cell phone from the one she was using to monitor the other ratings. He used his hands to pull her towards him, moving her slightly around the room, not necessarily dancing but playfully looking for that spark. ,,Come on, tell dear Vox what it is? Something special you want me to take care of?" he offered a small spark on her body, seeing that she smiled briefly knowing she liked it, that little shock that made her heart beat faster, drove her nerves and dispelled her fear. ,,You know no one can do anything to the four of us, we're different...and hot," he reminded her, laughing with her as his mood brought her back to her proper self. She felt the loaded kiss on her lips briefly but like catching up on a television. Before they moved across the room they shared a drink and she rested her head against his shoulder as they looked across the cave knowing that if they all stayed together she would stay with Vox he would never leave her and everything would work out in the end.

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Valentino : Obscene noises, neon pink signs, and a reclamation board and TV that gave a taste of the videos and movies that would come out if you went to the brothel in the compartment that belonged to Valentino. In this particular business, one thing mattered above all else. Stamina. Stamina if it was going to be a long night with twenty guys, stamina to film it all, stamina to count the money at the end and stamina when you were in hangover. It was exhausting for the employees and for Val, but especially for the assistant. The brothel mother, designer, scriptwriter and partner of the moth demon. It all just became too much at some point, which is why it took the Overlord a moment to realize that crying wasn't what he knew. In a flash of his smoke and the flutter of his wings, he made his way to their shared room. ,,My sweet kitty, what's wrong? No inspiration shall I fetch Angel or our favorite maybe Vox?" he suggested with a grin and took a puff on his cigrette as he approached the bed. Sha, however, that this only made him more depressed and his grin diminished as he extinguished the cigarette in the smoke and came to her, his wings blocking out the bright pink light from everywhere and the two of them a little darkened. Quiet and just the two of them. ,,Too much...I know it's a bit too stimulating sometimes," he mumbled, trying to find the right words, still not the best at taking care of others in his egocentric worldview of sex and money. But for her he would give anything and he could feel how it bothered him not to see her smiling, not shining with inspiration. He held out his hand to her for permission as she slowly cuddled up to him. ,,Here just the two of us just here and no one else just us" he whispered quietly trying not to hold her too tightly but not too loosely as the wings wrapped around them both like a blanket. As they both listened to each other's heartbeats, the sweet smell of Valentino was familiar but reassuringly true. It was just that hold they b oth needed in a place where they knew there was no going back.

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[azulzinharts]

Yeah, let's totally ignore that I changed my nickname, and enter a new era of fanarts and fancomics. I watched Fionna and Cake and these two captured my heart. Now you can wait, there are comics to come!

I apologize to my followers for disappointing you, but I'm back, and I'm getting healthier. Hehe, something that helped me a lot in this dark age was this song lol. Thank you, Rebecca Sugar 💙

Vent and reason I disappeared after the cut:

After what happened on Twitter, I felt really bad. One of the artists I admire blocked me (everyone I knew in the fandom, actually), and even after a year, it's still like that, and it really left me feeling very down. I felt so helpless and lonely. I had generalized anxiety and was unable to access any social media. I just couldn't do it. So I moved away from the internet. I was able to reflect on the internet, my feelings, and that I shouldn't let other people's thoughts affect my happiness. I don't hurt or mistreat anyone, like, never, and never will. I know I make mistakes, but we're all still learning. I'm confident I'm a good person. And I think we all should remind ourselves of that from time to time.

I hope my words helped you remember how special and precious you are. Have an amazing day, you deserve it!! 💙

[galazry]

Till Death Do Us Part

pairing: Wanderer x gn!reader genre: fluff...? content: Just like they said, "until death do us part." word count: 654 a/n: sooo... have you guys heard the song "Until Death Do Us Part :)"? if you haven't, i totally recommend it. It's a very nice song. It is also the inspiration for this drabble. you know, tags are really important, huh?

As the music slows down, all heads turn to face the end of the hall. The mahogany doors swung open to reveal you clad in white. Everyone awed at how magnificent you looked. The brightest smile, that could light up the entire world, adorns your face. How could you not when today was the day you were to be wed with your beloved?

Wanderer stood there, his indigo eyes watch as you slowly walked down the aisle. You had always looked so magnificent in his eyes, but today takes the cake. A bouquet of roses, orchids, and jasmines nestled in your hands, though beautiful, it didn't compare to how beautiful you were. God, you really took his breath away.

The crowd of people slowly disappeared in his view as his eyes zones in on you, You were like the precious jewel in the crowd, so perfect, so wonderful. With each step you took, Wanderer remembers all the time he had spent with you, his best friend— all the laughter and joy you both shared, the ups and downs, the tears and secrets you both shared— all lead to this very moment. The yellow tulip in his pocket droops a bit, before he hastily fixes it. It was a special day, so even the littlest mishaps must be corrected. He wants to look perfect, after all.

Once you reach the end of the aisle, he let out the breath that he didn't know he had been holding. He felt faint seeing you up close as he felt tears pricking his eyes. The pastor's words fall onto deaf ears and Wanderer could only hear both his heart beating, and the soft giggles you let out.

The images of waking up by your side every morning and falling asleep with you in his arms every night; The way that you both would be spending all your time together, being each other's anchor, for the rest of your life. Images of you both sitting on the porch, as the sun sets on the horizon, the light refracting off your silver-like hair. Wrinkles on both of your faces and yet the love you both shared was still fresh.

"Do you [Y/N], take this man, to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?"

The words of the pastor brought Wanderer back to reality as he focused on your face. How he would treasure the bright smile you have right now, forever imprinting it into his brain as his favourite smile of yours.

"I do."

"Then, by the power vested in me, I pronounced you both, spouses for life. You may now both kiss."

The crowd cheered as the bells rung. Wanderer can't help but to let the tears that he had been holding back flow down his cheeks as he sees the love of his life kissing another man who had managed to make you his.

You both looked so happy.

All the scenarios he had imagined with you came shattering down. He won't be the one to wake up by your side. He won't be the one you build your life with for the rest of your life. He won't be the one to dance with you in the kitchen, listening to old sappy music, while the dim light makes your silver hair glisten. Wanderer just wished that he was the one that you chose to spend all your life with, but he couldn't blame you. It was his fault for keeping his feelings a secret and now, it was all too late and you will never know much affection he has for you.

Even so, just like he had promised under the moonlight, on that one summer day, he'll stick by your side.

Just as a best friend.

Until death do us part.

[byunpum]

Will there be a sequel for experiment 56?

I REALLY want to see his reaction when he meets Y/N's and Neteyam's child for the first time.

Neteyam being a baby daddy ft. Sully family, and Quaritch.

Neteyam x Human reader ( like a mix of human-navi) This is the continuation of the parental life of neteyam and Y/N from the mini-series "experiment 56". tw: All character are age up 20's, cute and fluff.

Here is the full masterlist of experiment 56. "CLICK HERE"

Note: I hope this is what you asked for. Enjoy!!! <3

Song recommended: Beautiful boy (darling boy) by john lennon

Y/N's pregnancy was a bit complicated, and it wasn't because you couldn't handle it, but having the small body of a human and creating a baby navi was difficult. Although noah't was born a small baby compared to a baby navi.

Neteyam was your most faithful servant during your entire pregnancy, you wanted water? He was there. Were you hungry? Tell me what you want and you shall have it. He didn't mind going hunting in the middle of the night, hunting the beast, and cooking it. The important thing was that you and the baby were happy and pleased.

If Jake was overprotective of you, imagine what he would be like as a grandfather. You couldn't even be alone. Neytiri would prepare special meals for you, give you massages to ease the discomfort and show neteyam how to do it, so he could help you.

You liked being with loak and spider, because they were the only ones in the family who treated you normally. Although you could see out of the corner of your eye, spider removing objects before you passed so you wouldn't fall over.

Kiri and tuk spent all the rest of the months preparing different clothes for the baby, it didn't matter if it was going to be a boy or a girl. They were going to be ready.

Norm made you take several tests, just to make sure everything was going naturally. Jake was the one who came up with the idea and neteyam supported him.

When Noah't was born, Neteyam became more protective of the two of you, and even more protective of you.

He sits behind you, while you are in between his legs, while breastfeeding his son. He is creating a kind of guardian, to protect you.

Kiri had created a type of baby carrier. He was all proud daddy, while taking the baby for a walk.

He likes to take care of noah't while you can do things with the girls. I mean with kiri and tuk.

You two are still very young. So the stares from neteyam to you would never stop. And now they are more intense.

He loves how you look carrying his son, while you are preparing something. Or when you are hunting, and you have noah't hanging on your chest. Gurlll, it drives him crazy.

Neteyam would give you kisses on your neck, or take your hands and kiss them. He'd come up to your neck so he could smell your scent. You knew you had to be careful, because if it were up to him, you'd have another baby on the way.

He would trust spider more than loak, but to his bad luck noah't loves his uncle loak. He literally jumps out of your arms to run with loak.

Noah't was smaller than an average baby navi, but he was still bigger than an average human baby. this also affected his learning, he was growing and developing like a human. According to the research Norm did, by the age of 10, Noah't would grow like a normal navi.

You two didn't mind this, since noah't was a bright baby. But he couldn't do most of the things a normal navi baby would do at his age. But that didn't stop you and neteyam from taking him to the different activities.

Noah't was the trendy baby of the clan. He was completely navi, but had very noticeable human features. His ears were smaller and his eyes were similar to neteyam's, but they were light brown, and even his skin was a lighter blue. Not as much as those of the aquatic clan, but a little lighter than the omaticaya.

Loak would take the baby for a walk, hidden from neteyam, of course. He would sneak into the hut you shared with neteyam and ask you if he could take Noah't to play. You had no problem with this and handed him the baby.

Realizing this, you try to dialogue with neteyam saying that he is a dramatist and that loak is his uncle. Neteyam doesn't care and goes out to find loak and his son. His biggest nightmare comes true when he sees his son in the air, riding on an ikran and uncle loak holding him by the sides, Superman style.

neteyam almost has a heart attack, while grandpa jake is arguing with loak. While noah't is hugging his uncle loak's neck.

Kiri would take noah't for walks in the forest, tuk would accompany them, but would soon get bored. Spider would catch up with them, to play a little with the baby. Kiri would take him to the family hut and change his outfit. Put new clothes and new beads in his hair.

When she hands you the baby, it's a whole new baby.

Although spider and neteyam had their differences, neteyam trusts the boy. So he lets spider take care of him when he is with loak. Neteyam loves his brother, but he doesn't quite trust him.

Neytiri is a loving and overprotective grandmother to her grandson, preparing his favorite foods and giving him his first bow. You would say something like "mom, he is only 10 months old", this would not bother Neytiri, she would even teach him how to use it.

Grandpa Jake would be something else, this is his baby. And if anyone says otherwise, he's ready to fight. Loak and neteyam would complain, because he never treated them like that.

Neteyam would put beads on the baby just like him. And when noah't had enough hair, he would wear almost the same hairstyle.

Neteyam loved to lie on the floor, while his son plays on top of him. He likes it when noah't takes his braids and pulls them and tries to bring them to his mouth. He likes to hear his little laugh, when he picks him up off the ground and makes him fly on the floor.

When noah't turns one year old, neteyam will give him his old toys, he wants his son to have memories with him.

He is a very loving, understanding father. He likes it when noah't calls him "baba" it melts his heart completely.

Noah't was going to meet Quaritch, Y/n had brought him close to the base, and Quaritch would come out from around the base so he could see the baby. He had communicated with you through a communicator. After all, if it weren't for him Noah't would never have been born.

You would let him hold him in his arms, and play with him. He even took pictures with noah't. Neteyam would be watching from afar, ready for any inappropriate moves.

You could see tears welling up in Quaritch's eyes. He was congratulating you and praising how beautiful the baby was. When you told him the baby's name. He looked into your eyes, and you knew this was very important to him. "You are perfect… noah't" Quaritch says as he continues to swing noah't in his arms. He even gives you a bag of cinnamon candy that lyle had sent you.

You were even able to get spider and quaritch to meet, it was strange, but you know they will work out.

Every night, neteyam would lay down and seettle you next to him while you cuddled noah't. Neteyam liked to stretch his arm out so he could hug the two of you next to him. He wanted to know that you are safe by his side, and that he would always protect you.

p.s: I really enjoyed writing this, if you have other ideas. Go ahead… requests are open.

[bewarethewolfarmy]

St. Valentines Day

(THAT'S RIGHT MY BOYS AND GIRLS OF THE FANDOM: I'M BACK!

I just wrote this in the span of an hour and a half just for you, because it's Valentines Day and that means romance. I feel it's not my best work but I tried and I love Erik and I love you and so Happy Valentines Day my songbirds, here's our favorite pathetic man trying his best X3

Also yes i did notice people liked Music so i might be thinking on the sequel to it....)

Erik had never had a Valentine before though of course he was aware of the tradition and no insignificant part of him had not always dreamed of the day he could celebrate the day with someone precious to him. For a long while that someone had been Christine of course but disaster after disaster had rendered that impossible and his own self confidence issues stopped him from ever taking the plunge to even try to ask. He resigned himself then, as he resigned himself in many things, to an lonely unwanted existence and thus did his best to avoid going out even more on that day for the pain of seeing others in love and happy while he was alone and unwanted was far too much.

But then was you. Beautiful, wonderful, kind, loving you.

His heart fluttered with nervousness and uncertainty as he prepared; as with everything with you, he wanted everything perfect, he needed everything perfect. He made a bouquet of only the most perfect roses and had composed for you a love song that though incapable of expressing even a fraction of his bottomless devotion and love for you, he wished to believe could at least let you know he did love you dearly. A romantic dinner for the two of you, always just the two of you, was ready and before going up to the operahouse he made sure to put on his best suit and mask; this was his first Valentines day with you and absolutely nothing could be unseemly or less than beautiful. Well except for maybe himself but he could not change his face and he would simply live with the fact that your valentine this year would be a ghastly ghoul such as him. Still he knew you were kind and warm and loved Erik despite this.

The trip up was never so nervewracking for him and he felt his palms sweat as he went through his secret passages, snuck about the operahouse, listening as he went. Others were plotting for their Valentines day, choosing and sneaking off themselves for rendevouses of their own; some of the men even whispered of asking you, you of all people, and it took all Erik's self control to hold back from killing them. That would ruin your day and he couldn't possibly do that to you, he could never make his sweet songbird sad! But he did glare and silently growl at their audacity, as if they could possibly deserve a chance with someone as wonderous as you. Erik counted himself lucky, undeniably so, in that your smiles and words of love and affection were ever directed at him but they were absolutely not worthy of the same. To save you from being disappointed and upset with him he quickened his pace, as not to be tempted more by the wish to harm those fools who dared even speak your name.

You were, as always, waiting in your usual spot and his breath caught as he looked upon you. Aw you were radiant on any day to him but today was extra special. You noticed him as you always did and smiled, so warm to him he nearly burst into tears in that very moment. You always seemed to know when he was having one of Those Moments and thus chuckled lightly before reaching out and touching his cheek, “Oh Erik...”

He put his hand over yours, leaning into your touch with all the desperation and longing of a man dying of thirst in the desert finding water at last. You couldn't help but think how sweet and cute he was and want to kiss him, as you often wanted to kiss him. But to do so here would surely break the dam and you'd have a crying phantom on your hands, making it harder to hide. So instead you held back and spoke again, “Shall we go?”

He nodded enthusiastically, reminding you now of a puppy. Oh how sweet your Erik could be. He took your hand and lead you away, through passages you knew by heart, through the secret entrance to the lake that you'd gone through so many times, across the lake itself. He looked at you repeatedly and in his eyes was nervousness and shyness; it occurred to you that every time something big was happening, even just in his mind, he became as timid as a schoolboy with his first crush. You never could decide which you preferred: the confident Phantom or this sweet child in a man's body. It was likely you liked them both equally and just as much.

The sight of the roses that filled his living space made you smile and as he rushed to the organ to play for you, filling the air was that angelic music that only he seemed capable of creating, your heart soared and you felt that surely you were in paradise. You could see in all his preparations that he was diligent and devoted, that to him you were the most precious flower, the most beautiful thing. You could not help but twirl and dance as he played, wearing of course the dress he'd given you for your birthday; it seemed only right to do so today. You added words to his song, whatever came to mind, and his heart swelled too to hear you sing for him, his songbird, his beloved.

When the song was done he looked at you with expectation and you smiled at him again. “That was beautiful, Erik, thank you. I've never had such a wonderful gift for St. Valentines Day.”

The way his face lit up made you again wish to cup his face in your hands and kiss him with even just a fraction of the love you felt welling up when he looked so sweet. His heart swelled with delight and happiness and he himself could not help but move to go to you, unwilling to stay apart much longer, before kissing you himself. It was the kind of kiss that could only be had by those who loved each other dearly and it was so wonderful to you whenever he, your shy scared Erik, was willing to initiate.

You both hesitated to pull away but air was necessary even for a phantom and a songbird. But the love in both of your eyes seemed none the dimmer for the action; you giggled, delighted as always to see the way his face flushed whenever you kissed, then stepped away. A small whine escaped him but you reached out, plucking a rose from the massive collection, you suspected he stole every perfect rose in Paris just for you. Returning to him you slipped it into his suit and leaned up to kiss his cheek. “How lucky am I to have such a perfect angel as mine this St. Valentines.”

Oh there were the tears, they always came, and Erik clung to you, holding his precious songbird close. “Erik is no perfect angel, Erik wanted to kill those men who thought they could be close to Erik's songbird, Erik has killed and hurt people before. He's just lucky and blessed that such a wonderful, kind soul would want Erik and be willing to be his on a day such as this. Erik is so grateful, Erik loves his songbird so very much!”

You sighed fondly, lovingly. You reached up and stroked his hair, soothing him best you could. “You didn't kill them though and that's a good thing. I'm glad you didn't; it would make me sad but you knew that and you resisted. You're such a good man, Erik, you really are, and I'm the one whose thankful that I get to be loved and love such a wonderfully sweet person such as you. Now please dry those tears, this is supposed to be a happy romantic day. Let's dance and sing and enjoy each others company instead, hm?”

He sniffled and looked at you all teary eyed and in awe. Sometimes it could be overwhelming, how much he loved you, how much he adored you, but you loved him too, so very very much. You kissed his cheek then a light peck again upon his lips; he hesitated but he released you and with a sniffle he nodded. You were right of course, this was supposed to be a happy day and wouldn't it far better to enjoy it than to cry and feel miserable over how much he felt unworthy? You continued to smile at him and he managed to smile in return; you took his hand and tugged lightly and he led you to the dining room so that you could enjoy the feast he prepared for you two.

Erik was just so thankful that you, you were his Valentine.

[5eraphim]

Oof sorry for another one but can you do something where engi and you have your first date together at his house, but you have a tiny bit of an odd feeling about him. He's very sweet, but almost overly nice. He offers to make dinner for you and you say yes, but what you don't know is that he put aphrodisiacs in your food.

These prompts were so fire! So freaking fun to write for, thank you for these!!! I feel like ever since I've been writing short stories I've wanted to write a "you don't love me, you love how being loved make you feel" confrontation between reader and their yandere- very cathartic to finally get that scene out of my head and into a finished work!

Title: Birthday Cake

Rating: X (MINORS DNI, YOU KNOW THIS ISNT FOR YOU)

Content Warnings: MAJOR daddy kink, dub-con, spanking, aphrodisiacs, yandere, toxic relationship, forced intimacy, fingering, possessiveness

Word Count: 7k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

"In my dreams I am kissing your mouth and you're whispering 'where have you been?' I say, 'I've been lost but I'm here now. You're the only person who has wver been able to find me.'" unknown title, Sue Zhao

You should've known better than to give in to the kindness of strangers. Well, perhaps not strangers, but the excessive displays of affection from your teammate Engie had long since worn out their novelty. You'd only been a member of the team for a few months yet, ever since then, Engie'd taken a certain special liking to you, something which bothered you right away. It wasn't your style to accept being fussed over by anyone, but no matter how you tried to politely push him away, he never seemed to take the hint. 

What really surprised you was his latest act of kindness, inviting you to his place to share a meal together. A birthday dinner, his treat. You knew you never told him your birthday or anyone else for that matter, and you couldn't even guess how he found out or how long he'd known, and honestly, you weren't sure you wanted to know. You initially tried to politely decline, planning to make up some lie about plans to call family after work to celebrate. But he was stubborn, absolutely refusing to take no for an answer.

Something about his forwardness bothered you, but still, there were worse ways to spend a birthday, and you agreed to meet up at his place later that night. Giving you a comfortable amount of time to get cleaned up and changed out of your work clothes before you found yourself at the address he provided you earlier. Knocking at the door, you tried to ignore your rising anxieties and let yourself believe Engie was your friend and you had no reason to be so skittish. Perhaps a little too friendly sometimes, but not someone who would ever hurt you.

Engie held the door open for you as you entered, leading you through the kitchen; the smell of well-seasoned food cooking on the stovetop and roasting in the oven overtook you before you entered. While you'd never actually stepped foot in Engie's home, it looked exactly how you'd imagined. A cozy rustic kitchen with a wood stove, gingham-printed curtains and tablecloth, and a grand wooden table in the center, modestly set for two. You could hear the lazy strumming of some folk song on the small radio on the dark wood of the kitchen counter over the crackling of the low fire burning in the furnace on the other side of the room. Engie lived alone, but you knew he regularly invited family over; the dinner table alone could easily sit 10, but something about the sight of the massive table set for only two made it look so lonely, and you couldn't help but imagine how empty it must look set for only one as Engie was no doubt used to.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Engie's eyes following you as you made your way inside, and you wondered when was the last time he'd had non-blood-related company over. While you were still a bit uncomfortable with his forwardness, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt and believe he was just nervous, and you had no reason to feel uncomfortable around him. He was your friend, an ally, surely not one who would mean you any harm. 

You sat at one of the seats set for dinner, watching as he prepared two plates. Before he even opened the oven, the smell of Texan comfort food hung heavy in the kitchen and dining room. He kept the dishes he'd made in the oven to keep warm until you showed up, and judging by the considerable pile of dirty bowls and utensils piled by the sink, you reckoned he must've spent hours cooking. Watching from the table, you heard Engie humming as he pulled out a few deep dish bowls, unlidding them before loading up the two plates. He piled on roasted vegetables, mashed potatoes, and thick cuts of meat you couldn't quite identify coated in a rich dark sauce, which were just the first things you noticed him dishing. 

He said to you from over his shoulder, "There's biscuits on the table for you if you need something to nibble while you're waiting." Like you were even that hungry. But if the biscuits were half as appetizing as what he was dishing out, you were certainly tempted. You pulled one from the cloth-covered basket in the center of the table and bit into the still-warm biscuit, watching him approaching with two full plates in hand.

"I made sweet tea fresh this morning; care for a glass?" Before you could say yes, he was already turning back around to fetch the pitcher from the fridge.

"You really pulled out all the stops tonight, huh?" You were joking, though simultaneously were genuinely overwhelmed by his generosity. He just chuckled, and you thought you heard him muttering something under his breath along the lines of, "Anything for you."

For a few minutes, you chatted politely, listening to the radio, enjoying the home-cooked meal, and feeling the stress of the day melting away as you genuinely enjoyed the taste of his cooking. 

"You made this all yourself?"

"Sure did! But it's all mamma's old recipes. You oughtta be thankin' her... How'd I do?" He smiled and tried to look modest, but the look in his eyes said, "I know it's perfect." 

"It's amazing; she must've taught you well." You saw a light blush coloring his cheeks and the tips of his ears as he looked down with a big smile. You hadn't expected he would get so flustered over such a simple statement. Though now that you thought about it, Engie was a bit friendlier this evening than normal, which for him was saying something. Perhaps it was for the best you tried to leave now before he got too carried away. Pulling away from the table slightly, you pushed your plate forward.

"Well, this has been wonderful, but I've had enough. Thank you so much for all this; you're so sweet." To your surprise, Engie's smile faltered for just a moment.

"You didn't finish…" He didn't look mad, but his face didn't entirely mask his disappointment. 

"It's been a long day, Engie, but I'm about ready to crawl into bed… You aren't upset, are you?"

He perked right up after you said, "Aw shucks, of course not! I understand! I'm not upset. I just hoped I'd get the chance to give you one last thing." 

Engie stood from his chair before you could ask what he meant by this, pulling something from the fridge, hiding it close to his chest, and out of sight from you. While you didn't know exactly what he was hiding, you consoled yourself by acknowledging, at least, whatever it was; it must've been quite small. He fidgeted with the thing for a moment before shutting the door to the fridge.

Engie smiled sheepishly, turning around, holding on to a little teacup saucer holding a miniature cupcake so small it could fit in the palm of your hand. A single little yellow birthday candle flickering on top.

"Engie, I can't accept this-'' You forced a nervous laugh while you felt guilty for letting him spoil you with dinner earlier; the cupcake made you feel even worse. 

"Sure I did; it's your birthday, ain't it?" He drew closer, depositing the little treat before you as the candle continued to burn, little trails of wax dripping down the sides. You were conflicted, feeling a combination of obligation to accept the gift he'd been saving for last and not wanting to take anything more from Engie after he'd done so much already. While you admittedly didn't eat too much of the dinner he prepared, just enough to show gratitude for his efforts and to keep him from noticing how you kept cutting up the food into tiny pieces, pushing them around on your plate. While you felt bad about wasting the food, you knew you'd be sick if you tried to force yourself to eat it all. 

There was no way you could get away with doing that with this. But you had to admit, it was pretty cute, and you didn't have the heart to turn him down now that that cupcake was right under your nose. Closing your eyes briefly, you inhaled before blowing out the candle, wishing silently to yourself out of this charmingly claustrophobic kitchen as fast as possible. Pulling the candle from the top of the cupcake, you held it in your hand for a moment before taking a bite.

You could've sworn you felt an oddness in the cake's texture for a split second when you swallowed. The cake was denser than you expected but tasted just as appetizing as it looked; you finished the tiny cake in a few bites. 

Engie smiled warmly, reaching over and squeezing your shoulder, "Happy birthday, buddy'." 

You were about to say something when you felt a bizarre warm feeling in the pit of your stomach, not unpleasant, just a little tingly. You took a deep breath, repositioning yourself in your seat, feeling a bit hot under the collar out of nowhere. Clearing your throat, you thought maybe the cupcake went down wrong, and there was a perfectly valid reason you felt so heated out of nowhere, but internally you felt a twinge of panic. 

If this were a sudden sickness, it was like nothing you'd felt before. You tried your hardest to keep composure, telling yourself this was all in your head, there's no way you were genuinely so suddenly weak out of nowhere, but your body wouldn't listen. Once again, you found yourself fidgeting in your seat, unable to find a comfortable position. So distracted by the warmth spreading from deep in your gut through the rest of your body you almost didn't notice how heavy your head felt or the dryness in your mouth. Placing both elbows on the table, you clasped your hands together, resting your head on top of your fingers to keep yourself from losing balance. 

Fortunately, Engie didn't seem to mind, or maybe didn't even notice, how quiet you were as he cleaned up the kitchen, humming softly to himself along with the radio. You heard his footsteps close behind. 

"I'll get this out of your way."

You cleared your throat again, nodding a silent "thank you" as he took the saucer away. While you knew there was something a little off about the taste of the cake, you couldn't put your finger on what.

Forcing yourself to take another steady breath, you scooted back in your chair a little bit to press your back harder against the back of the chair, rolling out your neck slightly as you started panting. Much to your dismay, however, this did nothing to extinguish the odd warm sensation in your gut, which felt like it was spreading so quickly to spite you. Thankfully, due to the room's low light, there was no way Engie could see the way your face had begun to heat up. You didn't know if you were blushing because of the new found warm feeling between your legs, the strain of trying to appear emotionless and unbothered, or the embarrassment of being caught in such a situation in the first place, or likely an unbearable combination of the three. 

You couldn't stop fidgeting, unclasping your hands to grip the chair's armrests as you backed up a little harder into your seat. Under the table, your legs, already crossed, began to squeeze a little tighter together, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to suppress a sound of frustration as you felt the skin of your breasts and nipples tingle a little, becoming more sensitive on account of whatever the hell it was going on inside your body."No, no, not the body- just in your head. It's all in your head; just take a few deep breaths, hug him goodbye, and you'll be out in no time. you've got this." You could feel your hands white-knuckling your chair's armrests as your head dipped forwards, eyes shutting as you tried to maintain composure. 

By now, your breathing had become rapid, and while you knew it was best to keep your head back to let in as much oxygen as you could, you no longer had that kind of inner strength. The best you could do now was pant as quietly as possible as that awful warmth intensified deep inside. You were scared, wondering what the hell had gotten into you, but to a lesser extent didn't care and wanted nothing but to grind your legs together even harder or slip a hand between your legs. To do something- anything, to satisfy the awful neediness between your legs. There was no denying it now; you were wet for sure.

This was agony. Your jeans felt a size too tight, the cotton denim like sandpaper against your legs, chafing your poor sensitive skin, to say nothing of the inseam of your jeans you were painfully aware of against your clit. Swallowing hard, had no idea you'd been salivating so notably. While the intensity of your arousal began to plateau, focusing on anything else like this was impossible. 

Before now, you tried to keep your eyes open, spotting against random objects you could see in the room to try and keep yourself grounded, but by now, your eyes were fluttering and shut against your will, and the room seemed to spin when you tried to focus on anything. The feeling of Engie's hand suddenly touching your shoulder, his fingers barely making contact, caused you to jolt fully upright in alarm. 

You had no idea how he got back to you so fast, nor how long he'd been standing over you like that, but you were rendered functionally speechless in surprise, looking up with him wide-eyed, your neck still bent forward slightly, unable to support the full weight of your head, forcing you to turn your face to make eye contact, feeling pathetic as he looked down at you from this position.

"Hey, did ya hear me? Are you feeling alright? You're looking a little, uh… warm." It was hard not to cringe hearing him speak like that. Engie could sense you were extremely uncomfortable, but you silently prayed he just thought you were feeling ill. Trying desperately to convince yourself he couldn't detect your sudden unexplainable arousal. He knew something was happening with you, and it was humiliating to hear him trying to be so polite about it. 

You managed to lean away from his touch; you tried to force yourself to straighten back up in your chair and were about to answer when a spontaneous throb of arousal caused you to tense up and shrink into yourself. Engie had to grab both your shoulders to keep you steady and prevent your head from crashing forward into the table. Despite this, you tried to wriggle away again but couldn't manage to shake his hold on you. 

You can hear him saying your name, his voice heavy with worry, only making you feel sicker. But your head felt too fuzzy to speak, no matter how hard you try to respond. Your mouth won't work, and you were forced to stay held in place until you manage to center yourself well enough to answer. Taking a shaky breath, you speak in a rasp,

"I'll be fine; I just need rest." You hardly sounded like yourself, so trembling and hoarse.

"Honey, c'mon now, you can tell me what's wrong." He tried to squeeze your shoulders a little to relax you, but you only whined slightly at the feeling of his strong fingers, feeling so supportive and stable against your limp, overheated body. You knew if his hands were enough to make your head spin like this, you needed to get out as fast as possible.

"Engie- I'm going home now." Even though your words were slurred, you managed to speak clearly enough to express that much, still fidgeting in your seat to try and break free from his hold on your shoulders. Your eyelids felt so heavy, your face so warm, all you wanted to do was change into your pajamas and get a little sleep. Wanting more than anything to get back in your own bed and get rid of the awful burning inside your body. But thinking like that was dangerous, and you didn't dare let your mind wander while you were already feeling so turned on.

"You can rest upstairs in my room, c'mon lemme help you up."

"No!" Your eyes shot open as you tried to lurch out of his grip like a cornered wild animal; you were already scared, and thinking about what would happen if he brought you up to his room only made things worse. 

"Don't take me up there! Wanna go home- please, please, not upstairs- I don't want to!" It was humiliating to hear yourself begging like a child being sent to bed early, but you couldn't stop. You tried to use your grip on the armrests to pull yourself away from Engie, but he was too strong, and all you would do was tire yourself out fighting like this. You couldn't tell if you were actually crying or if you just felt like you were. Trying to fight against the wicked desire quickly sapped all your inner strength; it hurt to try and keep up like this; you just wanted it all to be over.

"Hey, easy now, I've gotcha. I'm not gonna hurt ya-" Engie spoke to you like he was trying to calm a spooked mare. He let go of one of your shoulders to turn the chair you were sitting in away from the table so you were facing him before returning the hand to your shoulder. You were too embarrassed to look him in the eye, keeping your line of sight straight ahead on the wall behind him. Feel sick listening to him patronizing you like you were his little pet, not another grown adult, much less his own comrade.

"Then let go!" You meant to sound immature, but the meat you could manage was another childish pout. 

"I ain't lettin' go. You're not looking too good there, honey; if I let ya go, you're gonna hurt yourself. I ain't about to let that happen." Despite having to physically wrangle you like this, Engie sounded as calm as ever. You whined as your muscles went limp, as you finally gave in and let him hold you upright.

"Engie, I don't wanna- Please, just take me home…." Surely he could feel how you continued to tremble under his hold, maybe even picking up on how your skin was practically hot to the touch, but you didn't care. 

"Listen, I know you don't feel well, and you're lookin' even worse. My room is right upstairs; I want you to sleep in my bed until you're feeling better." Despite his syrupy-sweet voice, you still felt too disturbed to let your guard down.

"Don't make me go to your bed…" To your surprise, you could hear Engie laughing gently about this before feeling him help you up. You wrapped your arms around his forearms to help brace your weight a little while you struggled to find your footing before wrapping one of your arms around his neck, leaning entirely against him to support yourself. Your face was now painfully close to his, all while he merely regarded you with his easygoing smile.

"Aw honey, I wasn't gonna make us share the bed!" He winked before continuing, "Temptin' offer though it may be." Feeling your body pressed close against him like this was doing nothing to help your situation, you grit your teeth, forcing your face to turn from his to the stairs across the room. Without another word, he helped you make your way to the stairs.

A part of you wondered if he was going so slowly up the stairs to prolong your misery as long as he could; at least, that's what it felt like to you. You used one arm to grab his arm around your shoulders while the other white-knuckled the handrail; not once did his arms budge from either around your waist or from your shoulders, the side of his body crushingly tight up against yours. While the feeling of helplessness and discombobulation was wretched, you hated yourself for clinging so tightly against Engie, letting him lead you upstairs to his bedroom, despite your trepidation. 

When the two of you finally made it to the top of the staircase, you were about to step foot on the second floor when you felt Engie mumble something into your ear as you bit down on your lower lip to keep from moaning at the feeling of his lips grazing against your ear, breath fanning over the side of your face, and tickling your neck without warning. 

"Almost there now, honey. You're doing so good, just a little longer." You nodded, feeling as though your knees were about to give out at any second. 

By the time you reached the doorway of Engie's bedroom, you didn't wait for him to get the door first. You turned the knob yourself and pushed open the door, too blinded by the idea of finally getting to lay down to worry about waiting to be invited in first. Engie helped push the door open wider as the two of you staggered inside. You refused to stop moving until you were in bed, and with almost drunken, unsteady steps, you finally found your respite, crashing into the soft flannel sheets the moment your shin connected with the edge of the bed. 

Finally lying down, you lay, sprawled out on your back for a moment, giving yourself time to catch your breath. At last, you were lying down and in bed; nothing in the world mattered right now except for the cozy cotton sheets that provided you with a little nook to curl up inside of.

For just a moment, you felt better, the burning wasn't gone, but at least now it was a bit less uncomfortable. 

"Usually, I'd make the bed before the company shows up, but you look pretty cozy down there. Are you feeling any better, darlin'?" You didn't answer; rolling onto your side, away from the side of the bed where he stood, you buried your head in the pillows, twisting the sheets and blankets in your hands, pulling them closer. Not exactly to cover yourself with, but just to have something soft and comfortable to grip onto, something much better than the hardwood of your chair's armrest. But it was more than that. Something about being in his bed like this felt so perfect like you were exactly where you needed to be in the universe. You were hyper-aware of Engie's scent trapped in the bedding, shamelessly nestling your face directly into it, wanting to feel it all over you. No matter how embarrassing it was to be watched in a state like this for a moment, you allowed yourself to indulge. Writhing into the blankets, using them to wick the sweat from your forehead and neck, nestling your head into the nook where the pillows met the bed. 

You thought you could hear him chuckling from above, but you weren't sure, but the idea of him getting so much enjoyment watching you nestling into his bed made you self-conscious, making you whine in irritation, the sound almost entirely drowned out by the pillow. Still, the shame wasn't enough to keep you from wrapping both legs around the top blanket of the bed, spooning the fabric, feeling blissful but frustratingly unsatisfying on account of your jeans keeping the blankets from rubbing up against your bare skin. Despite the bed's softness, you somehow couldn't manage to get comfortable and couldn't stop from kicking and thrashing like a fish out of water. The smell of Engie flooding your senses was the only thing going through your mind, but it still didn't feel like enough. You could feel the bed dipping as Engie sat on the side of the bed, his hand against your shoulder, making you shiver and your nails dig into the blankets.

"Can't get comfy down there? You need me to grab you something to drink?" With a snicker, he continued, "Need daddy to read you a bedtime story?"

You frowned, looking up at him over your shoulder, "Don't talk to me like that."

"Aw c'mon, you know I'm only-" He tried to laugh it off, but for some reason, you found yourself more agitated than usual at his ribbing. 

"You know what I mean!"

"Pardon?" He lifted his hand from your shoulder as you rolled from your belly to your side to look at him. Something about the awful heat coursing through you made you more brazen than usual, and you could not stop yourself from acting confrontational.

"I hate when you act like that- When you look at me like you know better than me! You're not responsible for me. I don't need you to take care of me!" His brow creased as he looked at you, hurt, confused, and completely taken aback by your sudden attitude. Your breathing was ragged, and it was hard to keep your voice from rising. You didn't know where this anger was coming from, but it felt as though you were finally telling him how much you hated when he babied you. The suddenness and intensity confused you, but the catharsis was there all the same. Telling him how you really felt. For so long, you'd been forced to be professional and mild-mannered around your comrade while he would condescend and coddle you; to finally bear your emotions like this felt damn good.

Engie tried his best to force a small smile to mask the hurt you could still see in his eyes, "I don't do this because you're weak; I never said you were weak-"

You laughed bitterly, "Right, it's because you're just such a nice guy; how could I forget?"

Engie spoke slowly, "I only do this because I care about you; I only want what's best. You know that."

"You don't love me. You love how being needed makes you feel!" By now, you were certain you were crying and weren't even really talking to Engie; now, you were talking to him. In your heart, you weren't really mad at him, but you hated how weak you felt when he prioritized you over the rest of the team. You slackened a little, pulling the blanket up to bury your head in it, sobbing. After a moment, you felt his hand putting the top of your head.

"Of course I love you-" 

"No, you don't! You just want to protect the weak, isn't that right? That must be why you're always focused on me, right? I'm nothing but the weakest of the team to you! I'm nothing but a charity case; all you care about is making yourself feel better." You were helpless to stop all the awful insecurities you tried so hard to hide from the rest of the world from surfacing now. Engie huffed a little, moving his hand from your hair to your chin, forcing you to turn and look at him.

"So I'm the selfish one, is that it? I spend all this time with you, cook for you, let you sleep in my own bed, and that makes me the selfish one?" You had to bite back a moan at the feeling of his fingers gripping your face so tightly.

"You slipped me something, didn't you?" It was a surprise to hear your voice so level after screaming and crying. Engie looked more surprised than offended by your words but didn't say anything to his defense.

"I bet you did this, didn't you! Fucking hell, you'd do anything to be the hero- to just come to everyone's rescue. You don't care about me; I bet you don't even like any of the rest of us!"

His eyes narrowed. "Don't say that."

"That's the only reason I'm here, isn't it? You wanted to get me all alone, slip me God knows what so you could take me here and wait till it knocked out to start touching yourself over my unconscious body. You've been planning this, haven't you!" Despite your harsh words, Engie didn't look offended. Nothing worked, no matter how you tried to anger or convince him to kick you out. He merely sighed, face softening as his fingers gently caressed the side of your face.

"Let it out, sweetheart; you've had a long day. Just get it out of your system; you'll be alright." You didn't say anything in return, and for a moment, you wondered, "Would it really be so bad to let him have his way?" Your eyes drift shut as you feel Engie's fingers brush away your tears, smoothing back your hair. No matter how you tried to deny it, letting, him treat you like his little girl felt good. Why had you fought him back for so long? Now that you weren't fighting back, his touch no longer felt smothering but soothing. And you felt in that moment that he was the only thing in the world that could satisfy your desire.

"I'm gonna get you a change of clothes, just lay back." The bed creaked a little as he lifted himself from the mattress.

You spoke in a broken, pitifully small voice, "I shouldn't have said that."

"I know you didn't mean it." He was in the same room but sounded so far away you wanted him back in bed.

"It was still wrong to say.." As he returned to his perch by your side, you twisted in bed, laying on your side.

He smiled, "I forgive you." You wanted to say you didn't deserve it, but at the moment, you couldn't find the words; all you could manage to do was stare at him with puppy eyes.

"Do you want me to help you out of your clothes?"

At first, you were about to question why he was acting so brazen, but then you realized at some point during your fight you'd started to wriggle in bed nervously, mindlessly pawing at your bottoms, trying to pull them off while your fingers were too numb and awkward to work the buttons or the zipper. Time felt like it slowed down for a moment; the two of your eyes locked as you understood the weight of his question. You nodded. 

"I need to hear you say it." Engie's soft voice is as assuring and gentle as ever, yet unmistakably firm. While you were putting up a fight for a while there, you both knew who was really in charge here. Forcing yourself to keep eye contact, you managed a "yes, I would." Engie's sweet smile betrayed his dirty mind. 

"Roll back over onto your stomach." You didn't understand why he wanted this, but you immediately complied. You bit down on a pillow to muffle the sounds you made when you felt Engie's fingers find your jean's button, undoing it and pulling the zipper all the way down just as easily, while you couldn't help but whine and twitch at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your bare underbelly, and the sensation of his fingers over your clothed pubic mound for just a second as he undid the zipper. You took a deep breath after the zipper was undone, feeling the most relief you'd felt all night. He gave you a moment to breathe deeply before his hands made their way to the waistband of your jeans and, with a few tugs, pulled them past your hips as you kicked your legs to try and help him remove the awful denim from your body. Your thighs spread wider, blessedly now unrestricted against Engie's blankets while he looked down at the beautiful sight. You couldn't help but sigh audibly into the pillow; at long last, you were free.

"Shirt too?" You mumbled, but Engie understood what you wanted, grabbing the bottom hem of your top as he pushed it up and over your head with your bra while you slid your arms through the sleeves. Leaving you stripped down to nothing but your underwear. The feeling of his sheets, his smell now directly below your skin, felt heavenly, your tits perking up a little, still tingling from earlier as you rubbed yourself over the bed, breathing heavily in through your nose and out through your mouth. While Engie was more than excited to finally get a chance to get his hands on you, he wasn't about to rush you here.

You were entirely right to call him out for planning this, and despite a few snags along the way, the evening was shaping up exactly how he hoped it would. And while he expected your hesitation and your near-certain anger when you realized he was responsible for your current situation, Engie had every confidence that in just a bit of time, you would be thanking him for all this. All he had to do was wait, and for you, he'd wait forever if he must.

He trailed his feeling hand down the curve of your ass as you felt the rubber glove brushing against the swell of your hip. His fingers playfully drummed along the flesh of your ass while you shivered and bit down a little harder on the pillow in your mouth.

"I forgive you, and I love you- but you outta know how to watch that mouth of yours." 

" 'M sorry, it won't happen again." You babbled, half talking to him, half speaking into the pillow. You weren't strong enough to look him in the eye, but you were just horny enough to tell him whatever he needed to hear.

"Oh, I'm sure it won't. But someone ought to teach you a lesson." You felt his ungloved fingers squeezing against the flesh of your ass, assuring you of exactly where his attention was. Knowing you had his full attention elicited another stir of excitement inside you.

"Mhm?" He spoke softly, but you could pick up on the dark edge of his words even in such an inebriated state.

"Maybe this is my fault. I've been spoiling you all this time, and I haven't even laid a hand on you." Using his gloved hand, he gave a little testing pat against your rear, not hard at all, but enough to make a sharp smacking sound fill the room. You sighed at the feeling; he was right; he was being too soft, and you needed more. Needed his attention now more than ever before.

You were about to say something, anything to urge him on, but he literally beat you to it, his glove slapping against your ass again, a little bit harder this time, forcing you to bite down onto his pillow to muffle your little shriek of surprise. The residual soreness didn't have time to set in fully before you felt another blow, followed by another and another and another. Not harder or softer, he set a steady rhythm for the two of you. You could feel the blood rushing to the sore area and couldn't imagine how red you must've looked.

It felt good to be used like this. To feel held accountable for taking advantage of "the nice guy" for so long. Now he wasn't going easy on you, and it was exactly what you needed. By accident, his hand struck a little closer to your cunt than he intended; maybe he didn't aim right, or perhaps you accidentally spread your legs too wide. You didn't know. In response to this feeling, you spread your legs even wider.

"Maybe I ought to bring you off the battlefield and back home with me. Set ya to work on the old Conagher farm. I know it'll do ya real good to get outta the city, give ya a 'lil perspective. You'd fit right in; I can see it now." He was mostly rambling to himself than actually speaking to you, but you followed along all the same. In any other situation, you'd never let him get away with implying he could so easily take you home and "tame you," but given how horny you already felt, you were ready to tell him everything he wanted to hear if it meant you would finally get some satisfaction.

"I'll go anywhere with you! Please, Engie, please keep going; I fucking need it! I-I need you so bad, Daddy!" You peeked your head over your shoulder and felt your heartthrob at the sight of his face softened with love and eyes twinkling like little stars. Good Lord, would you give anything to cum on that beautiful face of his. You weren't aware of the wet spot of drool he could see from where you were biting down on the pillow and the mess of spit around your lips. 

He used his thick fingers to brush against the soaked fabric covering your sex; the feeling of at last getting a bit of friction between your legs made your head roll forward, crushing your face into the pillow, mindlessly rocking your hips against his fingers.

"You're gonna be good for me from now on? No more attitude?" He was moving too slow, intentionally shying his fingers away whenever you tried to get closer, mocking your neediness. While you were reduced to a wet, mindless mess sobbing incoherently, "Yes, I will! I promise I'll be good; I promise I'll be good! Please, Daddy, please, Daddy- I need it so bad, please!"

His fingers paused, directly over exactly where you needed them, his glove gripping the curve of your hip, keeping you from grinding against him, forcing you to remain painfully in place, the strain of staying in this position its own hell on Earth. "You promise you'll behave?"

Without missing a beat, you kept, "I promise!" 

You can hear his proud smile without looking back at his face. "All right, darlin', if you promise." He sounded just like a proud father; no wonder he stepped into the role so well. 

He continued to grope at your ass with his gloved hand, pushing your underwear to the side as he finally slipped his fingers inside. By now, you were practically too weak to keep grinding against him, but fortunately, you wouldn't last much longer. You felt like you were on edge for hours, and feeling Engie's fingers working their magic inside your body was that last little push you needed to send you over the edge. His thumb worked in sync with his fingers, a thick coating of your slick messily seeping from inside, helping him to go even faster. 

You wished you didn't have to be on your stomach, Engie sitting off to the side, so far away. You wanted to wrap your arms around him, feel his naked flesh against your body, but inhaling his smell and grinding against his sheets would have to do for now. You spread your thighs wider as you felt yourself clenching against his fingers, your climax so close it hurt. Back arching as you mindlessly pushed yourself even harder against his fingers, the intensity building until you finally came. Seeing all white as relief washed over your entire body, the tension easing up as pleasant little after-shocks began to set in. The awful burning desire inside satisfied as you went limp, settling heavily into his bed with a heavy sigh. 

By now, the sheets were dampened by your sweat, though you were too tired to care much, feeling no real discomfort while laying in a little puddle of your own sweat. While Engie's handiwork had mercifully taken care of the burning inside, you could tell your head wasn't quite clear yet. The loopy, needy feeling now morphed into comfortable drowsiness, making your afterglow feel all the sweeter. You winced a little while Engie withdrew his fingers and the vague sensation of your wetness sloppily trailing his hand. You could hear him wiping the slick off onto the bedsheets before petting the top of your head gently.

"Feelin' better now?" Your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth to formulate any words, but you nodded, making a quiet sound of affirmation while your head remained buried in the pillows. 

"And what do we say when someone does something nice for us?" He sounded easygoing, but you knew he wanted a real answer out of you. Turning your head to rest a cheek on the pillow, you sleepily half-opened one eye to try and focus on him.

"Thank you, Daddy." It was a dull mumble of an answer, but it appeased him well enough. He ruffled your hair before you could hear the sound of Engie undressing, letting his button-up shirt and stiff work pants join your jeans on the floor. By the time he nestled up in bed with you, wrapping your limp body up with his strong arms, you were already more than half-asleep. Maybe the excessive fatigue was a side-effect of whatever slipped earlier. For a moment, you wondered if you would wake up with a hangover or not, but the thought left your head almost as quickly as it came. Even without the mystery drug in your system, it was certainly possible that your brain was better off trying to shut down and try not to think too hard about what just happened and even less about what the morning might bring.

Within your final moments of coherency, you could feel your body pulled against Engie's bare chest until you were close enough to rest your cheek against his flesh. He tucked your head under his chin as he muttered to himself.

"I wasn't lying' when I said I love you, honey. I love you more than anything else; I'd never lie about that." 

[lets-try-some-writing]

Could we have more Teacher Pax?

Do the kids find out Mr. Pax? What's their reaction?

Of course you may have more Teacher Pax! I do love this AU as it is.

Previous part here.

Double Life

After the kids became part of the team's life, Optimus quickly began laying low. Ratchet gave him a stern talking to about sharing Cybertronian anything with the humans, but Optimus largely ignored it. He wasn't giving his students access to any sort of weaponry or tech, he was merely instilling a sense of Cybertronian culture into them. What could be so wrong about that?

Still Ratchet was right on one front, that being that his lives as Mr. Pax and Optimus Prime needed to be kept separate. Thus Optimus did what he could to keep the children out of the loop. He even went so far as to take on the guardianship of the children while they were at school by playing his teacher role at the same time. His logical reasoning for it was that more of the team would be available to act and he would both be doing his job as a Prime and teacher. It was largely foolproof so long as nothing went wrong.

And for a long while, nothing did ever happen at school that was worthy of note. The kids came to school and were safe and then came to base where they somehow managed to get into all sorts of trouble.

It was all well and good, right up until the children gained a place in Optimus's spark as more than students. They were his little archivists, yes, but they were also his. Much like how Alpha Trion treated Orion with fatherly affection, Optimus did the same to his three human children. He simply couldn't help but give them more affection when it was appropriate. However that also meant that weather intentionally or not, he took everything regarding them personally.

It got to the point where when he found Vince pushing his luck again by attempting to fight Jack, Optimus grabbed the child by the ear and threw him to the ground without much care. His holoform's eyes blazed and he was unable to stop the way his presence radiated wrath. He tried to be calm, he tried to be composed and not favor one student above another, but Jack was one of his now. Even back at base the team noted Optimus's expression shifting into one of discomfort and focus, his field even lashing out there. He ended up sending Vince home and tending to Jack's minor injuries personally as a true guardian should.

It wasn't much better when it came to Rafael. At one point the boy's parents seemed to have forgotten him on a day where he was to head directly home instead of to base, and Optimus could only feel bitterness over it. He sat with Rafael on the steps of the school for hours, eventually trying and failing to get ahold of Rafael's parents. It saddened him greatly, especially when the boy fell asleep against his side with watery eyes. And so he stayed, even as the team worried for him and tried to call Optimus back, he didn't so much as twitch. Rafael needed him, and so he remained until at last at nearly 9pm when the school started to grow worried, Rafael's parents arrived. They took the boy, but they seemed more exhausted than anything else. It hurt his spark.

When it came to Miko, Optimus almost wished he could take her to a human residence of his own with how often she was left alone by a less than attentive host family. There were many a day when he too sat with her when the team was not in charge of her guardianship. They tended to quietly talk and draw, Miko often being more toned down with Optimus as he silently wrapped her in his field and sang a song too low for her to hear. The girl was a very lonely child when not able to come to base. Thus Optimus began bringing her little gifts to cheer her up on such days.

He loved all his little archivists, but the children were special. He really couldn't help it when he smiled around base as the children spoke fondly of Mr. Pax. It took a great deal of effort to remain at least somewhat impartial. However as with all things, the children began putting dots together when Mr. Pax turned up on a fragging battle field of all places when the children fell into a crevasse to pull them out.

The hole was too small for the Cybertronians to get into, and lo and behold, Mr. Pax turned up to get them out instead. Optimus was sprawled on the ground seemingly out cold and the team were fidgeting uncomfortably as Mr. Pax led the children to them. The children were bewildered as the team dragged Optimus back to base and Mr. Pax led them along, totally comfortable and unconcerned with everything as he sat them down to explain while the team watched on.

Mr. Pax: I assume you have questions.

Jack: Yes, quite a few actually-

Miko: HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THE BOTS??!

Mr. Pax: I know of the Autobots because I am one.

Rafael: What? How can you be an Autobot if you aren't Cybertronian-?

Mr. Pax: *dissipating in a mix of static and light*

Jack: What the-

Optimus: That is because I am a Cybertronian, I have merely been using a holoform to integrate with your kind.

Miko: You mean this whole time-!

Optimus: Yes, I have been using my holoform to teach at your school.

Rafael: But why? You have cons to fight and a team to lead. Why teach us?

Optimus: Because I have always desired to teach, and when I took up the position Megatron was unconfirmed to be dead or alive. It was a good use of time otherwise spent idly.

The children were shocked, the team were mainly just happy to no longer have to cover for Optimus, and the Prime himself was content to be able to walk freely among his little archivists without fear for his identity. It took a while for the children to process, but suddenly everything made sense and Mr. Pax's oddities were all explained away.

He didn't act human because he wasn't human. He was a robotic demi-god millions of years old from an alien world. Of course everything made sense now. Miko was excited above all else and quickly grew to appreciate Optimus in both his true form and alternate human one. She loved coaxing him to dance the real Cybertronian dances he taught her. He obliged without much of a fuss, often adding song to his dances as well when he showed her. Sometimes he would even alter his holoform to be younger and smaller so he could dance with her and show her the steps.

Jack was largely unaffected for the most part once the shock value wore off. He found it a little startling to see Optimus at school but got over it pretty quick. He relied on Optimus more for aid with his work at base and was overall more comfortable around him, but nothing too big. Although he did ask Optimus to go easy on Vince once when he caught the Prime stewing over the boy's actions.

Rafael for his part was just happy to know his teacher and Optimus were one and the same. He began talking exclusively in Cybertronian when at base just because he knew he would be understood. He took great pride in showing Optimus his improvement both in school and at base. He also stopped feeling so lonely when his parents were too busy to collect him since Optimus would tend to him after school, taking him back to base or walking him home instead. it was a safe feeling knowing he had Optimus Prime backing him.

[jeromeswife]

namor with an autistic partner

disclaimer: this is very much for autistic people, but you are welcome to read it if you are not to gain an understanding of what we feel and deal with. But also how to help anyone you know who is autistic. And another disclaimer, a lot of these are based on what I experience as an autistic person. Not all autistic people experience the same things or have the same quirks. We are not all one and the same. However, enjoy the headcanons as I have put my whole heart and soul into them. Thank you <333

Namor is such a sweet and understanding boyfriend. Anything you need, he will get for you and accommodate you.

If you're ever feeling a sense of sensory overload, Namor will dispel the situation to make sure you are okay. You are likely to get this way with the very loud siren song you hear some days. He tries to get his people to not do it as much due to your sensitivity to the high pitches.

When you'd lay on his chest, you would play with his jewelry to help stimulate yourself and keep occupied. Namor would welcome and encourage it knowing it calmed you down and was vital to you.

He would help you practice social situations because he'd notice you do it a lot before special events where you both would have to speak to people. Namor knew that it made you anxious and he'd teach you a gesture to give him when you needed to get away.

Namor would make a little sensory deprivation space for you to go to when you needed it.

He is genuinely so happy when you talk to him about your special interests. Namor loved learning about the things you loved. He found it interesting but also cute that you were so passionate about them. Namor would also try to learn about them so he can engage in the conversations with you more.

He understood your uncomfortableness about eye contact. He would never dream of forcing you to look into his eyes. But Namor would cherish the moments that you did because it meant you trust him. You would do it more and feel comfortable with it the longer you were with him.

Sometimes you would have trouble responding to your name so Namor would mention something about your special interest that would immediately earn your attention. It would bring a smile to his face when you'd snap your head towards him with sparkles in your eyes.

He would let you be alone when you needed it. Namor knew you didn't have anything against him. You just needed some time to be alone sometimes so you can retain your happiness. And he would never wish to be sad.

Namor would never try to interrupt a routine you have because he knows you are frequently known to experience meltdowns and panic attacks when something slightly changes. He was especially upset when the war with Wakanda happened since it conflicted with the kind of days you were used to.

If you experienced trouble reading social cues and any ableism to come from that, he would be at your side, ready to comfort you and have a shoulder to cry on. Namor knew how much you beat yourself up over something you couldn't control. He understood how it felt to be misunderstood.

He would sometimes notice when you mirror his movements or body language but also the way he speaks. He would love it since he considered it a compliment to him.

Namor would keep notes of food you approve of and which you didn't. However, he never not found it amusing when you'd taste something absolutely delicious but then spit it out due to the texture. He always had a backup of your safe foods.

He would be careful to only dress you in textures that didn't affect your comfort. Namor once saw you in jeans while out in the surface world and noticed how uncomfortable you were.

When you had meltdowns, he'd always notice before you had them. You'd go quiet and shut down mentally and he'd make a checklist of everything that was comfortable for you. Would grab your noise-canceling headphones, a few tissues for when you'd cry, comfort foods, a special blanket; anything that would make you feel okay after.

Namor would do your favorite activities and hobbies with you. He is particularly happy when he finds out painting is very soothing for you.

He enjoyed how honest and blunt you were about things and the way you feel. No bullshittery out of you.

If you ever said anything that you didn't realize was negative, he would not get mad. Namor would be very patient and explain to you the context so you would understand and not do it again.

Just the most understanding person to ever exist, He was your safe person. The one person who understood you and never got mad at your behaviors. Never got mad at you for being you.

[miss-atena]

This is... Very much self-indulgent and for my own comfort right now. So, excuse anything that may be off, or a bit OOC. TW: Apathy crisis, existential crisis.

Cronus Ampora x Reader - Apathy

Cronus was never the smartest fish in the sea when dealing with people, especially when it is other's feelings. He may seem like the emotional type of guy (he has cried multiple times for human love songs), but dealing with others is way out of his league. He - and the rest of the Beforus trolls for that matter - keep wondering how he managed to actually score one. He was used to shooting his shot at others and missing by well over a mile, so his oh-so-not-smooth flirts actually hitting a soft spot for you made him lose his composure, and get fidgety. An adorable view, truly. Though in past times his bluntness and lack of emotional knowledge never affected you, it seemed as though fate had other plans. Apathy. Something all 13 of you have become used, almost acquaintances to. Sadly, being used does not mean it is easy to deal with. Some of you, like Meulin and Rufioh, have mastered the art of surrounding yourself with others to get better. Latula and Porrim tend to dive into hobbies to lessen the effects. You? Oh... Even after what seemed like thousands of years, it is a mystery what actually helps you. That is why, this time, Cronus went too far for you. It was simple, you were faking till you got better, but he ran his mouth too much. "Heyy~ hot stuff, are ya mad at somefin? Did'ya stub yer toes? Ya so dry it shorelly must'vwe been somefin goin' on." A pause, and an answer "I don't know what you're talking about Cro." "Huh? C'mon, bae~ Lemme guess... Meenah talked shit 'bout yer hair?" "Is... there something with my hair?" "wvah- NONONO! No it, uh, it looks as great as ya! Like alwvays, I just, uh, y'knowv howv she can get, haha!" You knew he was not trying to make you mad, yet... He didn't seem charming when being a dork, this time. Your pause, the look in your void white eyes that stared at his, and your look at the distance. That showed him something really was up. And also that he fucked up big time by running his mouth today. "Hey... Hey, look at me." "What?" "Y'knowv ya can trust me, right? Ya been here for me, wvhat good of a matesprit wvould I be if I didn't do the same?" ... "It's the... the thing, again. This stupid thinkpan of mine can't seem to co-work with my bloodpumper. It's like... Y'know how, like, sometimes the reality hits us? that... that we are gonna be here, forever. We will never grow old, travel the world, or... or have a life, again. We are stuck in the bubbles, and we don't have a future ahead of us anymore. Any... certainty we had once, from the moment our session ended, it will never occur, like, ever again." "Wvoah..." It took a while, the two of you staring at the abyss, on the edge of the dreambubble you two have been sitting on, a special place for you, as this is one of your bubbles. No one said anything. You couldn't feel uncomfortable, at that moment. The lack of emotions took a deep toll on you, but you instinctively looked at Cronus. When he looked at you, however, he didn't seem worried. Or afraid. He took his goofy fake 'human' cigarette put it on the corner of his mouth, and gave you his side grin. Not the smug one, the one he puts whenever he is really confident about what he is going to say. "I mean, ya not wvrong, by any means but... heh... Do ya think it is bad? I mean, hey! Wve are gonna be all here forevwer, so that means wve can at least, like, be together for eternity or wvathevwer. I used to be pretty damn bad wvith these apathy shellnanigans but... I'm not really that afraid anemonemore. I havwe the best fuckin' matesprit in the wvhole 'bubbles and, like, I'm pretty damn shore I can live the rest of a boring eternity if I havwe ya to make it interestin'!" As you two stared to the far, far void of nothing, outside the bubble, you instinctively reached a hand on top of his, which, as always, sent his face into a violet blush mess, and managed to drag a smile and chuckle out of you. "Can't complain with that, really."

[elejah-wonderland]

_elejah☆au

_fanfic one shot

This Christmas...I Give You My Heart

*

Elena finished applying her lipstick. She ruffled her hair a bit and pulled her bangs with the tip of her fingers.

"Are you ready?" Bonnie whizzed in the hall, buttoning her coat up.

"Yep. All done" the doppelgänger said giving herself another look in the mirror.

"Caroline sent a tenth message" Bonnie said as she checked her phone.

"We're very late, I know, but I had to do those last changes in my book.

"It's only a pre-Christmas Eve party in the Grill. No big." the witch said as she sent the blonde vampire the message that they were on their way.

Meanwhile, in the Grill, the party was in full swing already.

The karaoke machine was plugged in and people were taking turns playing all different Christmas songs.

"What took you so long?" Caroline said as she got to Bonnie and Elena at the bar.

"I needed to make sure the magical boundary around the town was secured." Bonnie said and wave at Damon, who swooped in to whisk her away.

"He is here" Caroline whispered into Elena, whose eyes had already descended on Mason Lockwood.

"I don't really care." Elena mumbled and turned to Matt, who brought over a trey of rum shots. "Just one."

"Oh, come on - it's Christmas Eve. We party. I'll make sure you don't do anything stupid." Caroline said.

"Like last year - you mean." Elena remarked.

"Exactly." Caroline said and pulled her friend suddenly by the hand to follow her to the small makeshift podium.

"I can't sing." Elena protested.

"You'll be fine." Caroline said, who mimiced to her friend to do the song with her.

"I can't - sorry." Elena squirmed apologetically.

"Right." Caroline got on stage."This song - it's kinda about those dirty liars and cheats if this world- and just so you know - you can find that someone special"

Last Christmas

I gave you my heart

But the very next day

You gave it away

This year

To save me from tears

I'll give to someone special

Elena inhaled sharply in a very silent manner as the lyrics hit home. She glanced at Mason, whose eyes connected with her. He knew very well that the heartbreak he had caused her last Christmas.

"Hey," Stefan elbowed the doppelgänger gently as he aproached her, "I heard it on the grapevine you went to New Orleans to help Elijah"

"Yeah - no big. He needed a bit of my blood."

"Even as a vampire your blood is still a weapon." Stefan remarked.

"Let's talk about something more exciting? When are you going to propose to Valerie?"

"Tomorrow." Stefan said. "I've got all organized."

"I hope it's totally romantic"

"It is. I just hope she says yes."

"She will. And I'm so happy for you." Elena chimed warmly.

"I really hope you find love, too." Stefan ehxaled a little, evidently worried about the doppelgänger and all that had happened with Mason Lockwood.

"I think I have." Elena curled a little smile at her friend.

And she left the looking puzzled as she turned to the door.

A face on a lover with a fire in his heart

A man under cover, but you tore me apart

Oh, oh now I've found a real love

You'll never fool me again

And Caroline sang the last part differently, pointing her finger at Enzo St. John.

This year I'll give it to someone special

At that very moment, Elena moved swiftly through the swaying crowd and passing by Mason, she opened her arms, wrapping them around Elijah Mikaelson.

"I missed you" she whispered dearly.

"Missed you, too" Elijah said. And though he was not someone to show public display of affection, this time he pulled her to him into a warm loving kiss.

"OMG!" Caroline couldn't hold her surprise seeing the Original and Elena dreamily lost in one another.

"Merry Christmas, everyone" the blonde vampire belted out before she passed the microphone to Vicky.

"Merry Christmas" Elijah muttered, still holding Elena in his arms.

"Merry Christmas," she smiled, "come on - let's get out of here"

Taking the Original by the hand, they slipped out of the Grill.

As she got in his Porsche, she texted Bonnie and Caroline that she'd see them in a few days. "Elijah and I need some time alone. Merry Christmas. xoxo ❤️"

[510amy5]

On April 8 I got to experience something absolutely incredible: a total solar eclipse. Its hard to express just how exciting this was for me but here goes.

I have always loved space, ever since I was a kid. I played the Magic School Bus planets game, I read about how the moon affects our tides, I learned how to make a pin hole projector for watching a partial solar eclipse at 5 years old. I started learning constellations (my fav has always been Cassiopeia) and could find north using the stars by the time I was 8. When I was 10, our family Christmas gift was a very large and fancy telescope. Suddenly I was no longer limited to my naked eyes. We spent a couple nights a week all summer looking at anything interesting we could find in the night sky. I learned to use a star chart, locate the planets on the ecliptic and of course operate our telescope (which was powerful enough that the rotation of earth was noticeable over the course of a couple mins). This is when I came up with my space bucket list.

Some items were ones I saw before the list was created, but they were amazing and helped inform my items yet to be experienced.

Space things I've seen:

Rocks on the moon

Craters on mars

Rings of Saturn

Jupiter's spot

Binary star system

Total lunar eclipse

The international space station (through telescope)

Moons around Mars, Jupiter and Saturn

Venus transit of the sun

Total solar eclipse

Space things I want to see:

Shuttle launch

Aurora borealis

Rings of Neptune

An asteroid

A comet

I was over the moon (pun intended) when I found out that I was near the path of totality for this eclipse. 20 mins drive to move an item from the bottom list to the top one. That's what this started as for me, a box to check and an opportunity to say "that was cool".

So I drove with my parents and my baby and we setup our lawn chairs at the community centre in the town south of us. Its a tiny, middle of nowhere town where everything closes on Sundays and they only have 1 traffic light. Suddenly it was on the map as people traveled in to experience the eclipse. It felt like a big picnic with people chatting and sitting out with their families, pulling out their special glasses every few moments to look up.

I watched as the moon sliced away at the sun. Bit by bit the light got darker and weirder and the temperature dropped. It was exciting but there was also something viscerally unsettling about it. My mind knew this was fun but my body knew something was WRONG. The sun is such an easy thing to take for granted. Its always there, shining away just the same. But when something so fundamental changes, your body notices. This was a duality of experience I never expected.

Then we finally reached the point of totality. This was the moment I had been waiting for, my check box experience. But it was way more than just cool. The world went dark, street lights coming on and birds breaking out in sudden confused song. The people around me cheered and hugged. And I, as I so often have before, I looked up. Understanding the mechanics of an eclipse and having it described couldn't come close to what I was now looking at. I expected a hole in the sky but you could still see the outline of the moon. Not like a "ring of fire" eclipse, but just because the sun puts out that much light and power. The tendrils of the corona reached as far into space as the sun was wide, waved and curled into lines way more organic than the sun beams I always imagined. I had heard the corona was going to make a good show due to this year being the solar maximum but that was an understatement. It was like being on an alien planet orbiting a weird star. I took a quick video for a friend and then just soaked up the moment. Totality only lasts a couple mins and too soon a diamond spark appeared on the edge. No longer safe to look at. We donned our glasses and just stared in awe. It was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

Other groups started to pack up around us. We waited though, watching as the sun slowly regained purchase in the sky. The birds stopped singing, the light normalized. I changed my baby's diaper before we hopped in the car to drive home.

In history and media, a total eclipse is often seen as the beginning of the apocalypse or an omen of some kind and I can see why. It is an experience so alien and rare that it must have some deeper meaning right? I agree. In my case however, what I see is the beauty of God's creation. I see all the factors that lined up to give me the gift of this experience and I see His hand. Now I sit and work to find the words to convey an indescribable event, hoping I can share some of this experience. I can only hope I live to see this sight again.

[thelostgirl21]

"My number-one priority, which I said to her, was just to make sure that we were doing it right and that we did it sensitively with a care and a kinship, and I wanted to avoid all kinds of stereotyping, really. So there was an awful lot of script rewrites and things like that. We deleted whole scenes in favour of songs. So I brought in a new song, and I said: 'Can we just cut all this dialogue, and I can just sing something?'" - Joey Batey, Digital Spy interview

The first time I watched that scene, when Jaskier started singing that last part to Prince Radovid:

Of them, I’ve had enough. With you, I have enough. With you, I am enough. I am… I am enough...

I literally started crying. Because, although it's played for laughs, since the beginning of the show, Jaskier's often been portrayed like this "annoying character" that tries too hard to be liked, wanted, and involved in his friends' lives... to find his "forever home"...

But often, he just gets punched in the gut, blamed for everything going wrong in other people's lives, gets told off when he tries to introduce himself or be included in moments where people are there to offer each other comfort (but apparently want none from him) as a result...

Season 2 started to make some progress on that, with Yennefer and Geralt allowing themselves to show more vulnerability around him, and telling him that his help his needed...

Season 3 saw characters that are usually so quick to dismiss him and treat him harshly (ex: Yarpen Zigrin) actually thank him, when they realize how selfless Jaskier can be, and the risks he is willing to take to help others (even those that treat him like an annoying nuisance)...

But still, he'd gotten used, at some point, to being "barely tolerated" rather than "wanted". And his "break up" with Geralt broke his heart and hurt him so much that, although forgiven, I believe it did leave some scars...

As someone with ADHD (that has a tendency to get overexcited about a bunch of things without noticing that it doesn't interest people, impulsively interrupt them with my thoughts, follow them around, and "impose my presence" without meaning to) and associated rejection sensitive dysphoria, Jaskier's behavior and emotional responses are something very easy for me to identify with.

And having him sing "With you I am enough. I am enough," hit me right in the feels, in the most cathartic way!

Prince Radovid is the first person we met on the show, I think, that was shown as being immediately happy to meet Jaskier, wished to adopt that puppy and bring him home right away, saw him as being irresistible and special, envied Geralt for having Jaskier as a friend/companion, couldn't get enough of his singing, and listened when he talked to the things he didn't say...

Knowing that it is Joey himself that just decided to basically show up to work with that song he'd written, and ask if he could sing it instead of using the dialogue in the script, just ended up offering yet another layer to that scene.

When hearing him sing:

"It’s not a want, it’s a need, it is paying no heed to what others say to sing."

now, I can't help but feel like there's some kind of "meta" dimension to those lyrics, as the actor chose to sing what he - as the person embodying Jaskier - wanted to sing, rather than what had been scripted and what others would have wanted him to sing.

That song feels deeply personal, born out of a very intimate understanding of the character, and how being treated the way that he used to be treated would have emotionally and psychologically affected him.

I'll be 100% honest, when Joey was talking about the sapioromantic connection between the characters, and explaining how Radovid wore a mask, was a bit of a mystery to him, and how Jaskier would become fascinated and wish to figure him out...

...I was genuinely concerned that they'd somehow manage to "romanticize" yet another toxic relationship, where the two characters would constantly be trying to outsmart and play mind games with each other.

But that's not it at all. They are both seeing what they try so hard to hide from others. Prince Radovid's environment is highly toxic and dysfunctional (as Jaskier aptly described, he's stuck in a vipers' den) - knowing too much, or not enough - can mean life or death for him.

Whereas Jaskier tries so hard to meet expectations and be what others need or want him to be - give voice to other people's issues, stories and problems - that he all but becomes invisible to others himself as a process.

Sure, they know his name and his songs. But they don't know Jaskier's own soul or story. He fades away in the background for the benefit of others.

They are both trying to figure each other out not because they are people that enjoy indulging in court intrigues, manipulating others, and dominating "the game" for their own gain...

They are trying to emotionally connect with the good, beautiful, and vulnerable parts of themselves that they have been forced to hide from the rest of the world to survive.

They are highly insightful empathetic individuals using their gifts on each other to empower each other, rather than malignant narcissists using their perceptiveness to control each other.

This is an extremely refreshing and healthy relation dynamic that I was sort of hoping for - since Joey put so much emphasis on how important it was for him to offer a relationship that may be flawed, but handled sensitively and carefully without resorting to stereotypes - but this totally went above and beyond my expectations!

If Joey Batey himself isn't queer, then he's got such a capacity for love and emotional empathy that he's apparently able to care about queer issues with the intensity and insightfulness of someone that has experienced them.

The fact that he's using queer labels and sub-categories that are often lesser known by people outside of the LGBTQ+ community to describe Jaskier's sexuality (sapioromantic, panromantic or pansexual...), as well as talking about issues affecting non-monosexuals, such as the desire to avoid bisexual erasure, brings some much needed attention towards the richness and diversity of the LGBTQ+ community!

I sincerely couldn't be happier, or more grateful...

Apparently, there are plans to further explore Ciri's bisexuality, too, with the introduction of Mistle in Season 3!

Here's hoping they'll be using Jaskier as "queer consultant" for the other queer romances on the show...

Also, the relationship between our sweet Bi!Ciri and her weird Pan!Uncle Jaskier means everything to me...

I'm trying to remember if Ciri has been exposed to any models of queer romances in her life...

I mean, most unions between princes and princesses, or kings and queens, are often political alliances. They might have same gender consorts, but I'm not sure that this is something they would have educated younger princesses about, or made very "public".

I sort of want to have her catch Jaskier and Radovid while they are kissing at some point, and realize that the innocent crush she had on Triss in Season 2 is something that is perfectly normal, and that she shouldn't be afraid nor ashamed of that part of herself.

Maybe even go to him and start asking him questions about it... That would be a very thoughtful and sensitive way to explore what being queer means in the world of the Witcher; having Ciri learn, directly from Jaskier, about the potential risks associated with being in an openly gay relationship.

There would really be such an opportunity for the two of them to continue to bond over something like this, and Ciri would know that she's got someone that genuinely loves her and that she can trust to support her and the choices she makes regarding her love life in the future, no matter what.

I can see so many possibilities, though I'm trying to be cautiously optimistic about this (since if they went that route, it would just seem too good to be true!)...

[tojixz]

Masterlist ☆ Heart Without Beat Masterlist

HEART WITHOUT BEAT: Chapter Two

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Reader

Notes: Forgive me if this chapter is also bad and boring, it's very difficult to develop a childhood 😭 but I believe that from now on it will pick up the momentum and get better. I liked this chapter though lol

Summary: You were part of a place now, weren't you? So why do you feel like there's more to come?

Warnings: Mother's love, your mother is the most precious being in the world! Children being children.

Word Count: 4k

Sa'nu (n) - Mommy Sa'nok (n) - Mother

Oeyä (n) - My (possessive) 'Ite (n) - Daughter

'Evi (n) - Child; son (affective form) Syulang (n) - Flower

Itetsyìp (n) - Daughter (term of endearment)

Kìyevame (n) - Goodbye; see you soon again

Ngaytxoa (n) - Acknowledgment of guilt and regret; apology

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You were tired. His eyes weighed tons and it was mission impossible to keep them open.

Your mother quietly hummed a song almost silently that just helped you slip into a deep sleep.

Being out all day, in the area where the Sullys lived, you were playing all the time. The truth is that your new friendships worked out more than expected.

In the beginning you were a little stuck because everything was too new, new sensations, and there were still moments that you didn't know how to deal with, but you let go more. Her mother was right when she said those kids were good people.

They were strangers. Definitely different from the others in the clan, but that's what made them special.

And you were glad that Eywa sent you to them.

You didn't know how lonely it was until you experienced what it felt like to have friends in your life, to have someone to talk to and laugh with. You didn't know what it was like to be a kid.

So experiencing the genuine happiness of just running and screaming was liberating for you. You were free.

And, well, on top of that, you particularly liked the presence of Neteyam. He was someone calmer, more collected, but he was also a lot of fun.

In that day.

"Okay, let's play tag!", Lo'ak announced shortly after finishing all the necessary introductions, he was already impatient with the delay.

Kiri wasn't able to stop her eyes from rolling back to her brother as she sighed in her haste. "Jeez Lo'ak, you're going to scare her if you keep being such an idiot."

"Shut up Kiri!", Lo'ak immediately snapped and Kiri promptly stuck her tongue out at him, the two starting over with their little sibling fight.

Neteyam intervened between the two, placing a hand on each's shoulder to calm the situation. "Can you guys stop fighting for now?"

You let out a nasal laugh at the whole situation. In her mind the brothers were close-knit people who normally enjoyed each other's presence, acting in harmony under the teachings of Toruk Makto. But it's quite the opposite.

They cursed each other, which is surprising for their age, made faces at each other and couldn't seem to stand each other. You don't know what it's like to deal with siblings since you're an only child, but you didn't expect to be like this.

And Neteyam, despite being a child himself, seemed to be quite responsible towards his siblings. It made her heart warm a little, he seemed to care a lot for them, even if currently his expression was mocking their behavior.

Neteyam turned to you at the sound of your laughter, which was almost unnoticeable. A small smile spread across his lips when he saw that you were a little more comfortable. He noticed how nervous you were when you arrived. And also to fulfill your father's request, he would do his best to make you feel good around them.

"Very well", leaving his brothers aside and turning fully towards you, he asked you, "Do you know how to play tag?"

His heart skipped a little at the unexpected question. You weren't used to questions being directed at you, and besides, you didn't know exactly how to play it. Of course, not that you played outside very often to know about various types of pranks, but this seemed strange to you.

You weren't sure your voice would come out audibly, so to avoid unnecessary embarrassment, you shook your head.

Neteyam crossed his arms in front of his chest and just nodded. "It's okay, it was our father who taught us. He said it was a very famous game in the Star he came from. I'll teach you."

Neteyam then took Lo'ak's hand and moved a little closer to you to facilitate the explanation. "It's pretty simple, let's say I'm chosen as the catcher. My job is to catch someone else so that they can be the new catcher. For example, if I touch Lo'ak, he will be the new catcher and he will have to do the same thing I was doing before, understand?"

You were silent digesting the information. It certainly wasn't difficult, you just needed to run to save yourself or catch someone, right? It looked like fun.

You nodded again confirming that you understood.

Neteyam smiled at you, not demanding for the time being that you say it out loud, even though he really wanted to hear your voice.

"Can I be catcher?? Please!", Lo'ak was waiting for this moment since he gave the idea of this joke, nobody was better than him in this function.

"Let her choose, you're always a picker." Kiri, as usual, was quick to antagonize her brother, but Neteyam agreed with her this time. You were new to the group, you had the right to choose, and that would certainly get him talking.

To quickly end all attention on you, you sincerely replied, "H-Hm, well, I don't mind Lo'ak being the catcher."

"Hah! It's decided!! You have 5 seconds to run! One… two…-"

Neteyam was going to start running with Kiri, but noticing that you didn't even move, he went to you, grabbed your hands a little bigger than his and pulled you along. He hadn't even noticed how you were a little taller than him, which was surprising. Deep down he wished that in the future his body would grow more and consequently be bigger than you.

You were startled by Neteyam's sudden gesture, almost falling in the first few steps trying to keep up with the rhythm.

His heart was racing and a genuine smile spread across his mouth. The adrenaline was fun and you had never felt like this before. It was different.

You burst out laughing nervously as you realized that Lo'ak started running towards him, Neteyam noticing along with you. "Run! He may be small, but his legs are fast."

Lo'ak shouted a curse behind you at his brother's comment and it only drew even more laughs from you. Neteyam, even with the adrenaline of the moment, couldn't help but look at you and notice how sweet his laugh sounded. He was innocently happy to make you laugh. He should give Lo'ak some credit too.

Realizing there was nowhere to run, you and Neteyam let go of your hand momentarily to take opposite directions. You didn't know what to do for a moment, but you started running again after hearing Neteyam saying: "Run to the other side! Lo'ak always comes after me-"

A small miscalculation.

Lo'ak didn't go after Neteyam, he went after you. You despaired about it, what should you do? Should you try to outwit him? Run faster? Her lungs were burning for air, it was excruciating.

Kiri, who was calm watching the whole scene, realized Lo'ak's intentions, immediately screaming so that he could hear: "Lo'ak, you little trickster! She's new to the game, she's still getting used to it- Lo'ak!!"

Neteyam stopped running when he saw that Lo'ak wasn't behind him, seeing how you were giving your all to run.

He expected to be the one being chased, as Lo'ak is always on the challenge of outmaneuvering and catching him. But Neteyam forgot what his brother was like. Soon, he could only root for you, even if you probably wouldn't last much longer due to your lack of experience in the game.

"Run for the trees! Try to outrun him by climbing them."

Kiri without realizing it was also rooting for you, seeing how you were struggling to drink air and oxygenate your own body. Despite that, you were doing well for the first time, by which time Lo'ak would have caught any other kid playing.

You did as you were told, running towards a tree, you climbed it as fast as possible, hanging between them to try to lose the runner behind you.

The problem is that when trying to jump from one tree to another, out of desperation, you ended up slipping on the foliage and ended up falling to the ground. Good thing you weren't that tall, but you would definitely get some good bruises on your legs and hands.

Lo'ak stopped his movements as soon as he noticed his fall, going to check on you. Neteyam and Kiri coming after you desperately afraid you've been badly hurt.

"I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run so fast."

Neteyam quickly arrived at the place where you were, crouched down beside you and took your hands in his to analyze them. He had a worried look on his face, breathing quickened from running all the way there. "Are you well??"

You were silent for a moment, but not a second later you burst out laughing. One of the most sincere and fun of your life. Adrenaline was still coursing through your veins, making you forget about the pain of the bruises that formed on your legs and arms.

Despite that, it was the most fun thing in his entire life, even if it's still short. You were so, so happy to be there. You'll have Eywa to thank tonight for giving you even one moment of happiness with friends, real friends.

You continued laughing for a while, Lo'ak and Kiri with incredulous expressions on their faces, Neteyam following his brothers. But soon a smile spread across his lips and he followed you with laughter. He was indeed worried about your injuries, but he couldn't hold back his laughter when he saw how much fun you had, Neteyam was happy.

"Have they gone mad?" Kiri asked Lo'ak beside her, wanting to tend to her injuries as quickly as possible.

"Who knows, the fall must have been bad."

Without realizing it, the two youngest joined you, laughing at everything that happened. It was the best day of your life. But it was still the beginning.

After treating his wounds and Jake giving the Lo'ak a mild scolding, you played more and more, of different pranks possible, laughing at every stupid thing you did.

You would also have your mother to thank for pushing you so hard to come. And you should congratulate yourself for coming. Her new friends were the biggest blessings in her life. You were…so alive.

You definitely had no idea what it was like to be a real kid. And now that you've tried it, you wouldn't want to put it down so soon.

Arriving at your tent, your mother promptly put you in the hammock. You were flipped over, having totally depleted your energy for the day.

She smiled looking at you, placing a kiss on your forehead so light it was almost unnoticeable. Tears filled her eyes in the process. She was so proud.

So proud of your maturity, that you faced your inner challenges and fears so well. You were such a strong little girl.

When she lost her mate, she went into deep sadness, thinking about how you wouldn't even get a chance to smell your father. How would she take care of you alone?

She was afraid.

Fear that she didn't raise you right. Afraid that she wasn't enough.

And the fear got worse when she saw how closed you were, how you became more and more alone. Her heart broke, it ached with every remembered memory you shared only with her. The way you never truly lived like a kid who only had to worry about what time to get back to the tent.

So, seeing you finally overcome this difficulty, seeing how much fun you had with true friends who really cared about you, moved her. She was so, so happy for you.

In the dead of night, sitting next to her hammock, her mother took one of her little hands, using the other to cover her own mouth and stifle the silent sobs that insisted on escaping her throat.

Tears were not possible to hold back. She didn't know how distressed she had been for all these years, until she felt immense relief wash over her heart. She must thank Neytiri and her family for everything, but above all, Eywa, her Great Mother.

She should also tell your father the way you grew up. He would be so proud of you.

Your mother expects you to become someone stronger every day, to be surrounded by people who are special and important to you... so that you don't suffer so much when she leaves.

Three years later.

"Ma'Ite, where are you already going? Eat first."

"Sa'nok! Lo'ak and Kiri are waiting for me- Aah…", your mother pulled you back to sit down and eat, preventing you from sneaking out.

"For someone who did everything not to leave the house, you're going out a lot, huh?", her mother joked. You always frowned at those mocking comments from her, but it's not like you really got mad.

Grumbling, you started to eat your food quickly to leave to meet your friends as soon as possible. "These were other Sa'nu times."

Your mother smiled and joined you to eat. The last few years she has lived with such a light heart, so happy to see you, her little girl, having fun, no longer alone.

But things aren't always perfect.

Your mother's chronic illness has been getting worse over the years. She feels weaker, more fragile… and it hurts her heart to think that maybe she doesn't have as much time to spend with you anymore. To see it grow.

And whenever you see her in her weakest moments, her mother says it's not so bad. It's just a minor illness that would soon pass if she took good care of herself.

You worried, you were scared when you saw your mother in a bad way, but she conveyed so much confidence… that you ended up believing her.

But who knows how long she would actually hold out. She prayed to Eywa that you would at least mature enough not to suffer so much. But how could you not be consumed with grief, when in addition to having already lost your father, you would also lose your mother?

However, your mother did her best not to think about these situations, because soon she was covered by fear, and you always noticed it, being worried and distressed not knowing what provoked this in your mother, you felt pathetic.

"Eat slowly, Ma'Ite. What are you looking forward to?", her mother asked after shaking her head to clear any melancholy thoughts. This was not the right time for that.

You were almost done with your food, eating it so fast you weren't even able to taste it, which is kind of a waste. Your mother's cooking was wonderful, the best you've ever tasted in your entire life. But you couldn't stop the euphoria you felt throughout your body about today. "Lo'ak, Neteyam and I are going to go train! Toruk Makto said he would give us a special lesson today."

"Didn't you say Kiri was waiting?"

"Well, she will also come with us to see us. She said that she likes to make fun of Lo'ak when he gets something wrong. He angry is very funny", you let out a small laugh just at the thought. When Lo'ak gets frustrated, he ends up acting dumber than he normally would, so it was really fun to see him deal with that.

Her mother shook her head in disagreement, but let out a genuine laugh at their childish behavior.

Having finished your food twice as fast as usual, you walked over to your mother, placed a quick kiss on her cheek, and bid her farewell to go meet your friends.

"Take care Ma'Evi. And have fun."

"Kìyevame, Sa'nok!"

You finally arrived where Lo'ak and Kiri were waiting, noticing how impatient the two already looked. In fact, Lo'ak already appeared to be starting to sleep in the tree they were leaning against.

Kiri was the first to notice his arrival since Lo'ak's eyes were closed, she soon got up and crossed her arms over her chest with a not very pleasant expression on her face. "Wow. What a delay!"

"Sorry, sorry, my mom insisted I eat before I left." Kiri didn't even wait for you to finish talking before taking your hand to drag you to the training area, her father and Neteyam were already waiting.

"Let's go Lo'ak!" Lo'ak hurriedly got up, muttering to himself as he was just about to fall asleep. Soon the three of you were off to the field where you would spend the afternoon training and obviously having fun when you could.

So had her last years been after meeting the Sully children.

You were definitely very lucky to have them in your life. You didn't remember what it was like to be alone anymore and you sure didn't want to lose the feeling of being special to someone. You were happy, happy, happy.

Lo'ak was currently his best friend, mostly in the art of mess. Well, you didn't enjoy your younger phase the way you should have, years ago, so now it was common for you to be too childish at times, as they were new and addictive sensations.

Kiri was also a very close friend. You had intimate conversations as friends, you loved hearing Kiri talk about how strongly she felt Eywa's presence everywhere… and even within herself. You loved to tease her and how she could get mad so easily…

And Neteyam, well, you had a strong relationship.

He was the first one that you had the easiest time talking to, opening up as your true 'I'. Neteyam was patient, playful in his own way, taught you many new things, and most of all, he was affectionate.

Soon after you met and became friends, you developed a strong bond with each other, with a common goal to be the bravest warriors in the clan.

You were almost like best friends too, but more responsible friends so to speak.

You felt good next to him, how comfortable he felt next to you. You were a source of comfort and security for each other. Neteyam promptly carved out a special place in his heart. So, as a friend, you cared for him a lot.

You were each other's support in everything. In this way, you would always be by his side to push Neteyam towards his own achievements at any time.

Spider, bearing in mind that he was not previously mentioned, was a curious case.

His mother had no contact with humans, as the main reason everything they caused to her clan.

Everything they took from her.

His mother was afraid, apprehensive, angry, everything and any negative feeling towards them. She blamed them for her beloved mate having to join Big Mom so soon.

Therefore, when she learned that a human child lived among the Omatikaya, she was not so happy about the idea.

You, on the other hand, were fascinated.

Having met the Sullys as a small child, you haven't seen a human before in your life. So when they introduced him to Spider, it was a total shock.

You were afraid and apprehensive of him when you saw him. Even though you're taller and stronger than Spider.

But soon his curiosity took over. You thought he was weird.

Humans were such odd creatures in his eyes, it was almost comical.

They didn't have pointy ears or a tail like yours. Their skin color was different, their nose and eyes weren't the same, and… they had an extra finger on their hand.

When you first noticed Kiri and Lo'ak's hands, you found them a little strange. It was unlike anything you had ever seen. But to you, that just made them special.

His mother dubbed it childlike innocence.

But you didn't care much. They were your friends and you would accept them however they were. And the same way it was with Spider.

His mother, however, did not approve of this friendship. Always telling you he was dangerous and you shouldn't get too close. But she was careful not to insult him, since he, even though he was a Sky People, was still a child.

As a result, you had an uneasy friendship with Spider because your mother prevented you from being close. But you liked him, he was a really nice guy. So whenever you had the opportunity with the other Sullys, you played together.

This way, you're surrounded by your own odd group of friends, each with a special skill and trait, which makes you love them even more.

You weren't so shy anymore. Of course, there were still situations that you had a hard time dealing with, but now, you weren't alone anymore. You wouldn't have to suffer alone.

Consequently, you learned to communicate better, to show more confidence. You were on your way to being a great warrior and that spurred you on even more.

Much of the credit for its maturation is due to Neteyam, who was the main piece for its growth. You owed him a lot.

Currently you were walking towards the Sullys' house next to them. According to Jake, Neytiri had said that her mother would spend the afternoon with her while you were all gone, so it was more likely to find her there yet.

The day was fun, but mostly tiring. Today's training was pretty tough and you worked your body skills a lot.

Even though they were still children, Jake said that the sooner you started this training, the better it would be in the future. Your skills would already be well developed and honed.

However, nothing indicated that it would be easy. Her legs, or rather her entire body ached. You couldn't wait to have a delicious meal made by your mother and sleep next to her. Her reunions were without a doubt the best part of the day.

Coming close to the place, you were able to see Neytiri just in front of Mo'at's tent, which meant that her mother was also nearby.

Lo'ak and Kiri were the first to run into his arms, Neteyam who was at his side followed shortly after.

Neytiri appeared to have a shaken, tired look on his face. You thought it was because of the constant stress she went through also helping lead the clan. But Jake also noticed her mood and how lost and ungrounded his companion looked. So he walked over to her along with his children to try to find out what had happened.

As for you, you didn't go into her arms. You stayed close, just watching the family gather. It was beautiful the way they complemented each other. You envy them in a way, even if your mother was more than enough for you to be happy and complete.

Not seeing your mother anywhere, you assumed that in fact she had already left to wait for you. You were calmly starting to turn around to go to your own tent, but you stopped your steps when you heard Neytiri call for you.

"Syulang, come here too."

When looking back, you saw how Neytiri was with her arms open to you, containing a welcoming smile on her face. You didn't know how to respond to these direct affections from Neytiri whenever they happened, but you really appreciated them.

So you slowly walked over to her returning her warm hug, burying your face in her chest. She was very fragrant.

You didn't feel so comfortable around Jake or Neytiri the first few times you met them. It was a little uncomfortable being in their presence. But as you interacted and bonded, they became special.

They conveyed comfort to you, like a second family.

So you were happy about the hug, but you got a little agitated when you noticed how Neytiri was shaking, how bitter she looked. And what made you sink even deeper was when you heard Neytiri's tremulous whisper in her ear, so low you thought you'd heard wrong.

"Ngaytxoa, oeyä Syulang."

🏷; @mashiromochi

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[futureplayboibunnie]

‘‘WICKED GAME’’ PT.1

Dr Strange x fem!reader

- i’m finally doing a multiple chapter fic and damn the ideas i have for this one is simply unpalatable. i’m so inspired by the songs ‘wicked game’ by chris isaak and ‘lover you should’ve come over’ by jeff buckley for this fic. it completely captures the smokey, moody, neo-noir atmosphere i’m trying to get across.

i’m basically going for enforced proximity, two cold and heartless people falling for each other, SO MUCH TENSION, SO MUCH ANGST. the ‘touch her and i’ll kill you’ type or dynamic that you WILL have in the forseeable. i don’t want to give too much away, but i love u sm <3

There was never really a job description for this kind of thing.

Drills were expected, training was a necessity but when push came to shove, you would have to save the fucking world from evil or entities no one really knew how to deal with.

But what no one truly could grasp was the evil lurking underground, the corruption and illegalities were strenious and massively interconnected to the point where everyone in the Avengers had special training when it came to undercover work. And once every few years, the rings of corruption bore its ugly head again; everyone had to take turns undercover, it was almost never the people whose true strengths relied upon the sorts but it was simply the rules. It was the equivilent of jury duty: unmissable and boring as fuck.

What made it more interesting is that it was coupled up in pairs, and no one had a say in the matter. It was a mission and it had to be done, for the greater good. This year it was you and Doctor Strange which was actually very strange considering he had more experience in the exact opposite. Seeing him take down a ring would be interesting as his strengths and ambitions lie upon the cosmos and time itself not just a bunch of goons with hard drugs. You and Natasha were far more qualified for this than anyone else.

You never really interacted with Strange that much, you'd hardly uttered a word to him and he you. It was different. Stephen was quiet, he wasn't that hard and arrogant sorcerer people believed him to be anymore- he didn't have time to be in over his head.

From what you could survey, Stephen was cold and calculating, he would rather die than get his hands bloody or dirty- and that's where you came in. The fists of it all. You knew that Stephen's brains would be useful in all of this, it would definitely get this chore done quicker...

Though Tony did have one rule, no fraternizing with your opposite partner. It would sidetrack the mission and he didn't have time for it.

Now you were both here, in a crappy motel stuck for a year with each other; you barely knew him. You didn't really build an impression of him but you wanted to understand what made him tick, what made him so distant, so cold. It intruiged you to see that nothing ever affected him, it was is if everything was surface level and you couldn't help but want to dig deeper into his psyche- even though it wasn't in your right to pry, you were just colleagues after all. This was all just a professional courtesy. Just two people doing their jobs.

Did you really need to get to know him either? It would probably be difficult to live off the land by only exchanging a curt 'hello', 'I have a plan' or 'are we getting food or cooking?' You'd have to stick it out.

Stephen watched you as you lugged your bags into the room, he wondered if this was some sort of cruel joke Tony was playing- he could obviouslv pay for just about any type of infrastructure in the city, something a lot better than this. But with a little bit of deliberation he came to the conclusion that this undercover shit had to be believable and spending a year in the most expensive studio apartment in the city would be highly suspicious.

The room wasn't too small actually, it was unexpectedly clean. It had a kitchenette with an island and a small dining table and thankfully: two bedrooms. Crisp, snowy sheets and a plumped up pillow was all he needed, he was grateful for the two seperate rooms for at least a slight modicum of privacy; though he expected he wouldn't be getting much of that.

Although Stephen didn't have a choice in the matter, he had no idea how he would be useful in an undercover mission- his powers were quite literally unmissable and there were plenty of other people more qualified for this but rules were rules. He could just take out the entire drug ring by conjuring a portal to the literal depths of hell but no, Tony insisted that this be handled delicately. They had connections from all over the city and the mayor insisted that this be completely covert not a public spectacle for prying eyes to criticise.

Believe it or not, Stephen wanted to get his fists bloody. So bad. He was aching for it.

It wasn't even about powers and his ability anymore, he wanted to watch his knuckles bleed and turn white with every punch and every hit. What made it hilarious is that people believed the opposite. Stephen was just so angry and irate all of the time, it was like the testosterone was building inside of his body cemented by his own primal nature. He just wanted to be messy, maybe this was what he needed: to watch himself completely lose it and spiral into oblivion but then again...you would be the one with his mess on your hands.

Then again...it was you that was working with him.

The recluse. The moody. The cryptic.

Stephen was too busy watching your wild eyes dart to every corner of the room, giving nothing away in the process as usual when you percieved your surroundings. When he closed the door and dropped off his bags, he took the split second to survey you at your most candid. You were still acting like a hardass, completely unpleased with this outcome but your face seemed lighter...probably due to the unexpectedness of the room actually being clean. Stephen wondered if he could break through this exterior, it would make his life a hell of a lot easier and he needed that right now.

You darted to one of the bedrooms and scanned it eagerly, letting out a flat ‘’This one's mine. Unpack and then we'll pull some files on these goons.’’ You sounded so fucking done already and he was onlv mirroring that reaction silently as he retreated to the room you so kindly left him.

Stephen let out a sigh as he closed the door. The window offered a pleasant view of the concrete jungle outside, the neon signs gleaming ruby and lagoon as the argon lit up his room dimly. The blackening sky outside seemed to blacken his thoughts, he was straying already- attempting to grasp the broken thoughts of a damaged man working with a woman he barely knew and trying to understand how he could stick this out for a year.

It was just a mission after all. A fucking year long mission without any outside communication except for each other. A year to dismantle the drug ring that just keeps coming back and now you both had to end it once and for all.

You seemed to get unpacked fairly quickly, your mind was running rampant which only transferred to your physical movements. You still couldn't wrap your head around Stephen but right now you had to focus on your first moves by going through the files Tony gave you. It'll be a banal and tedious task indeed and you were simply keening at the idea.

Ugh. How was any of this going to work if you barely even talk to each other? All you knew is that he would rather die than get his fists bloody, that's the only type of impression you got from him already.

Stephen finally creaked open his bedroom door and through the small slit he viewed you wandering and pacing up and down the kitchenette absolved in your own thoughts. You looked panicked...worried, yet Stephen wasn't concerned about it. He finally got out of his room and the noise of the door closing behind him made you whip your head around. He looked...for a lack of better words, like hell. It was so fucking late, neither of you should be up at this unholy hour.

"Oh, hey.’' You sounded breathless but stephen noticed your eyes slightly softening at the sight of him.

'’Hey. It's late.’’ Stephen said in response and it made him internally cringe a little at the incessant need for small talk.

‘’Yeah, I'm hungry.’’ You said coldly and it made him raise a brow at how quickly you could change your tone, is this something he needed to be concerned about? Hmm, he'd sleep on it. ‘’I can’t be bothered to make anything.’’

Thank God for Tony stocking up on supplies and actually allowing you to use your weapons.

‘’Could order something. I'm hungry too.’’ Stephen suggested as he sat on the small dining table, he was just as impassive as you were and he didn't know if it was a good thing or not. Your breath halted a little. Eating? With Stephen? As if you were friends? Was this something you could handle? You paused for a second, using the fleeting moment you had to look at him in the eyes.

‘’You like Thai?’’ You asked placidly and he nodded.

Jesus Christ. If it was going to be this boring you needed to do something about it.

The food came just in time for the silence to border on incredibly awkward. But now you were both just sat on the dining table, cursed with dim lights and a palpable silence but blessed with delicious food in your lap. Stephen knew you wanted to brief him on these idiots with a boatload full of heroin and he wasn't dreading it but he wasn't thrilled about it either.

The silence was lingering and big. You stole glances at him. He stole glances at you. As if you were trying to assess who would utter the next word, it made you...nervous. A word you would never associate with yourself with. You tried to focus on the food, the pad thai was soul replenishing but all of this felt so clandestine, your mind was straying to the man in front of you. It was becoming an annoying problem to the point where you were staring at your fingers.

‘’Were you given the files?’’ Stephen asked you, cruelly dragging you out of your thoughts and catching you out of your daydream. He was trying to talk about work rather than address what was going on here.

‘’Yeah, it's a big operation and they just seem to be coming back after every bust- Tony's expecting us to be done cleanly and quietly.’’ You retained your sentient composure enough to say that.

‘’It's a big sting, we're going to have to-‘’

You cut Stephen off before he could finish, your lips were moving faster than your brain.

‘’Speaking of us and 'we'…’’ Stephen gave you a puzzled look at your interference. ‘'Who are you?'’

You cocked your head and stared at him intently opposite you, his hard exterior was still in full motion. Stephen was searching for the unexpected words, tripping up at any type of answer at all to such a question.

Stephen leaned forward and lowly asked '’Who are you?’’

‘’I know nothing about you.’’ You stated it in a way that wasn't destitute or insulting, it was just a matter of fact. ‘’We work in the same organisation and yet I can't recall a single conversation we've ever had. How am I supposed to work with you now?’’

Stephen stared at you blankly, not revealing a single thought to you when his eyes bore into yours. When you blinked at him so sure of yourself, Stephen felt as though you were stripping away at his soul, like you could see every dark secret, every lonely feeling and the anger that coursed through his very veins. He questioned if you saw it. If you saw the true version of himself he's trying to hide from everyone. The arrogance that was actually acrimony and animosity.

Was this the path he was destined to lead? Could he be able to decieve you of his true identity for an entire year? Spending a few hours with you already had him asking questions he wasn't ready to face. Stephen wondered if this was how you talked to everyone you haven't conversed with, just calling them out on it without a sprinkle of shame. He admired your forwardness…but he could be like that too.

‘’I like music.’’ Stephen said simply, his voice softening at the sentiment- he was thawing. Stephen never thawed.

‘’You act as if your emotions don't exist, yet you love music.’’ You crossed your arms, a little taken aback by his honesty.

‘’That's not a question.’’

‘’It's a statement.’’ You quickfired.

‘’A question then.’’ Stephen gave you leniency but his voice was stern; he didn't know for what reason, you left him a little stunned but he would rather die than show that.

You paused for a beat, eyes still interconnected as if to throw down a challenge. You were up for it to say the least.

‘’Favourite song?’’

Your lips tugged up to a crooked smile and Stephen felt as though the world halted underneath him, the world must be spinning on it's axis the wrong way, the equator must be diagnal at this point. His eyes flitted to your lips, the white of your teeth were just peeking through and stephen had never seen you smile before. His gaze was lingering a lot longer than it should but he felt special for seeing you loosen even if it was just a little bit. A little bit was better than nothing.

Your lips were plump, they looked...soft. Stephen wanted to see you smile like that again.

He was dragged out of his looming when he registered your question. Does he want to reveal such an intimate part of himself? He did open this floodgate up though, it was all on him and now he was dealing with the ramifications of it: being seen.

‘’Wicked Game.’’ Stephen mumbled.

‘’Wicked Game.’’ You repeated so obviously fascinated, your face darkening at such an admission.

‘’If the world was on fire no-one could save me but you.’’ Reciting the words made you ponder upon what else this conspiracy of a man could be hiding. ‘’'Isn't that too...emotional for you?’’ You weren't insulting him, you were genuinely curious and Stephen was uncertain if he wanted to entertain it or not.

‘’Your turn.’’ He demanded.

‘’Lover, You Should've Come Over.’’ You replied bashfully, a little sense of whist pulled at the pricks of your ears at the sentiment. It's the most incredible love song of all time, you couldn't be a hardass and act like it didn't affect you at all because it did. Love songs were a weakness within you. Poetic love songs not that platic poppy crap.

‘’Jeff Buckley. 1994.’’ Stephen remarked trying to feign his surprise at such a song.

Speaking of emotional. Damn.

‘’My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder.’’ You bit your lip at the words attempting to imagine and unable to fathom how one could risk and sacrifice everything for a carefree exchange.

Imagine being loved that deeply. Scorchingly. It made your heart wilt a little knowing you'll never have it.

‘’She is the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.’’ Stephen's eyes dialated against yours as he continued the saga of lyrics.

Your lips parted as your pupils decided to have a mind of their own, your gazes daren't oscillate- it felt like he saw you raw. He saw you real. Delicate. Desperate to be loved and missed so uncontrollably. It made you feel pathetic but you couldn't deny what your heart was yearning for under all this hardness and resentment. You were a hopeless romantic.

Could you keep this charade up forever? Was it in you?

Love is silly stupid thing and your responsibilities rely elsewhere, you didn't have time for it and it would only hold you back. This was the only constant you had with love: that it wasn't worth your time and it would make you weak.

Stephen was afraid he caught you out and overstepped, you were quiet and still and he could practically hear your soft intakes of breath. You looked at him as if you saw him in a new light, not the version of himself he'd been trying to portray. Stephen was worried. He didn't know what of but he was and it rattled him.

It was 1:42 in the morning and the rain was beating heavy against the windows. At this rate, you would spend all night just getting to know one another- you could not have that.

You suddenly went to your feet and stood up from your chair.

‘’I'm tired.’’ You said hastily, your voice cracking a hair. ‘’Goodnight.’’

And with that, you walked away into your room closing the door. You left him in the wind, completely dazed at your sudden exit and at this moment he knew it'll be a difficult entrance into getting to know you. Right now he had a crumb of you but for some reason, he wanted to know more. He was mystified.

Now he only had you for the year. You needed to get used to the company.

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟓: 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋

𝐓𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY: Taishiro takes the honor of popping your cherry very seriously.

WARNING(S): Fluff, praise, oral (f!receiving), fingering, loss of virginity, cockwarming

WORD COUNT: 3.6k

SONG: Feel - Jacob Collier

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"Tai..." You whimpered, straddling the plump young man. Your bodies were moving as one, soft fingers grazing over clothed bodies as they discovered new areas that you both seemed to enjoy equally. "Tai..." You repeated, Taishiro catching your whimpers in his mouth as he peppered your lips.

He was nervous, scared even. He couldn't help but feel so lucky that he was able to call someone as alluring as you his girlfriend, his partner. The love of his life. And with being the love of his life, he wanted to treat you with care, as you have treated him. He didn't want to hurt you emotionally, nor physically. So since you started dating a few months ago, you're relationship contained no sexual penetration whatsoever, only oral or sensual hand-jobs. But he craved more than that, and the way you whine your hips against his hard-on showed that you did as well. He laid back comfortably on his living room couch, the room so dark it was if his eyes were closed.

"Tai, baby...it's okay." You whispered against his swollen lips. "You can hold me a little tighter, I won't break." You spoke softly, with promise to reassure that you wouldn't crumble under his touch. Taishiro is a really tall man, towering almost two feet above you, not to mention his soft body that you loved to cuddle into at night. He gave the best hugs, always snuggling you to death when you needed it most. Physical touch was his love language, and you relished in it.

"I know, I just-" Taishiro's voice wanes into a throaty moan as you grinded a bit more. Your arousal mixed with his, practically turning both of your undergarments sheer as his warm hands trailed down to your ass and pressing into him more. You sighed through your nose in content, your clit aching.

"I really want to, please..." Your voice exudes neediness, begging him to just let go a little more.

Taishiro separates from your lips, a suction sound ringing out. He places his forehead on yours, leaning into you as you both breathe in each other's air. He squeezes his eyes, trying to restrain himself, but the feeling of your soaked cunt through the fabric made it so hard for him to focus.

"I know, I know..." He sighs deeply, almost as if he was in pain. "I want to as well, I just...I don't know."

"You do know." You grab his face, squeezing it slightly so that it mushes a bit. He pouts slightly, an adorable expression displayed on his chunky cheeks. "Talk to me."

Taishiro huffs, grabbing your hands, and kissing your palms with a delicate touch. "I, uh..." He mumbles against your hands, the sensation tickling. "I'm just...nervous for you."

You chuckle lightly, a sweet sound that dusts Taishiro's cheeks with a furious pink. "Why? Because I'm a virgin?" The sentence rolls off your tongue with ease, and Taishiro uses your hands to cover his warm face.

"Oh God-"

"Why are you the one getting all shy about it?" You laughed harder. "Shouldn't I be the one blushing?"

"Well, it's different..." Taishiro mumbles, his eyes averted. "I get the privilege of sharing this moment with you. If I'm going to be the one hurting you, I at least want it to feel special." He faintly says.

You give him a loving look, before placing a light peck on his nose. "Anything I do with you is special, I promise you. And it's not like you're trying to hurt me, it's just sex. Who knows, maybe I'll like the pain."

"Stop, don't say it so casually!" He lights, slightly embarrassed. You can't help but giggle, this grown man reacting as a child would at the mention of intercourse.

"You're so immature." You relax into his touch, your eyes dewy with affection. He mirrors the look, the slight sliver of moonlight peaking through and catching in his golden eyes.

"But you love me." He hums in satisfaction. You stand up, grunting slightly as you take his hand.

"I do. I really do."

You pull him off the couch, leading him to his room. Your feet patter lightly on the cool wood, anticipation eating at your insides. You felt so bubbly, so elated that your fingers were trembling as you walked, knees knocking at each step towards his room. You feel a reassuring grip squeeze your fingers, and you turn back to look at Taishiro.

"I've got you."

The two of you make it to his bedroom, the blue moon casting a soft glow, setting the mood perfectly. You were so glad the lights were off, you wanted to revel in the dark during this.

You turn toward Taishiro, face faultless as you stare into his eyes. Fingertips lingering slightly at the loss of touch, you two untangle your digits and let your arms dangle at your sides. Besides the hum of cicadas outside, the only thing that could be heard was your intertwined breaths and hearts pounding as one entity.

Taishiro begins taking off his shirt as you stand there watching with a careful eye. You'd seen his physique hundreds of times, never growing tired of how cute his stomach pudged at the sides, or how his happy trail was neatly trimmed and leading you to a treasure trove of pleasure. Light stretch marks kissed the middle of his ample body, tracing around his belly button. Snapping out of your trance, you grip the hem of your shirt, sliding it effortlessly over your head. As you discard it to the ground, you look up to see Taishiro looking at you with such an enamored look, your stomach swarming with more than butterflies. It felt as if an entire ecosystem were thriving in your being, energy surging through your veins as you looked away shyly. Taishiro takes a long stride towards you, lifting your face using the palms of his large hands.

"Are you sure you want to?" Taishiro asks, his vision clouded with concern. Of course, you wanted this more than anything.

"Y-Yeah." You struggled to get out. It's not that you were getting cold feet, if anything your feet were on fire. Your entire body was burning, making it so hard to function as your mind ran wild.

"Okay." Taishiro glanced down at your lips before pressing a loving kiss into them. He had to lean down quite a bit, encasing you in overwhelming warmth and your breathing accelerated. He gently walks you backwards, yet still attached to your face, your knees hit the back of the bed, and you relax. You melt into the king sized mattress, the comforter nearly swallowing you whole as Taishiro propped himself up. Taishiro separates from you again, going to kiss your cheek, then making his way down to your jaw. You sigh, the frenzy of kisses continuing as he trails them down your neck, nipping slightly.

He continues until he reaches the space between your breast, kissing your sternum as his large hands incase each mound. He kisses your left breast softly, taking your hardened nipple into his mouth as he messages the other, rolling it between his finger tips.

You squirm under his body, the sensation feeling foreign yet familiar as his tongue flicked your sensitive spots, teeth nibbling as he pleases. The feeling of you squirming with pleasure delighted him, heart trembling as he listened to your quiet gasps and sighs.

"You alright?" He gives a soft smile, watching you squirm under his touch. You're body reacted so much differently than before, anticipation causing your bones to rattle as his kisses trailed lower to your stomach.

"Yes..." You give a breathy moan as his hands wander all over, down your waist and finally hooking onto your undergarments. He inches them down your legs slowly, tossing them into the night. He then uses both hands to ease your legs open, massaging your thighs as he watches your cunt drizzle onto his comforter like water. Despite him doing oral on you before, and vice versa, this was different. This story would have a different ending, one you two had been pining for such a long time for. Your legs tense, embarrassment resonating from your soul as you tried to hide your heavy breathing. You didn't want to seem too eager.

"Relax for me, sweets." Taishiro whispered, digging his thumb into your hamstring. You take a shaky breath as he dips down, kissing your inner thigh where stretch marks adorn you as well. He couldn't help but be in awe of your beauty, the lines curving deliciously all the way to your hips. He peppers more kisses on your thigh, inching closer to your sex, which was practically screaming for attention. You watched Taishiro's head disappear, and you look away, unable to watch.

Taishiro looks at you one more time for reassurance, only to see you trembling like a leaf under his touch. He hadn't even done anything yet, but you were unravelling so easily in his hands like yarn. Your eyes were squeezed shut, teeth latched onto the back of your wrist as your chest heaved. He lets out a breathy laugh, his attention going back to your throbbing pussy.

"Keep your legs open, darling."

He laps up your wetness, and you gasp as his warm tongue trails down your slit. He takes his slow, agonizing time as he latches onto your clit, sucking delicately. Your legs quiver at the feeling, and Taishiro has to press your thighs down to keep you from suffocating him. Not like he wouldn't enjoy it, but it was about you right now. Making sure you were comfortable, and making sure you were enjoying yourself. Your succulent taste and whines of pleasure were enough for him.

"Mmmm...Tai..." You moaned, twitching as his tongue flicked around rapidly. He hummed, his cock pressing hard against his boxers as he listened to the sound of your cunt. He licked his lips, tasting a piece of heaven, before diving right back in.

Suddenly, he slides his middle finger into your soaked cunt, and your hips jerk into his face. He continued sliding his finger in repeatedly, curling it along your plush walls. He enters a second finger, and you start to lose it as he kneads around, forcing your cunt to stretch around his thick fingers.

"Tai-! Ah, God...!" You call out his name, his tongue never leaving you.

"I gotta prep you properly. I want to make sure I fit, okay?" His voice at an unfamiliar octave, causing your cunt to flutter around his large fingers. You fist his comforter, needing something to hold onto or you would lose yourself completely, your stomach knotting faster than usual.

"Tai...Tai!" You called out, squirming as you felt your orgasm rushing towards you. He continued, ignoring your protest, fingers digging deeper to hit your g-spot. Your back arched involuntarily, twisting as his speed increased, edging you to pleasure.

"Tai, please wait-!" You whined, your hips still grinding into his face.

"You're almost their baby, I can feel it...It's okay..."

"Tai!" You jolted up, your hands stopping his. It took every ounce of your will to stop you're body from reacting to his touch, your heart fluttering rapidly against you're chest. He stops, his finger still buried into your cunt as he looks at you bewildered.

"Do...do you want me to stop? Was it too much?" He asks in a concerned voice, his fingers exiting you slowly. You shudder, shaking your head, and Taishiro sits up attentively, ready to care for you at the drop of a hat.

"No, no...it was more than enough..." You huffed, calming down to chase your high away. "I just..."

"What's wrong?"

God, you felt so stupid for what you were about to say, what you were pondering on asking. He was going to think it was a childish request for sure.

"I just..." You muttered, losing all confidence. You look away, face flushed with a burning heat. "I want to...I want to feel you when I...together..." You trailed off, feeling stupid mid sentence. You felt you had ruined the mood, especially after practically begging for the man to just steal you're virginity from you. But to your surprise, you hear a goofy giggle, to see Taishiro's face pink yet full of requited joy.

"You're so fucking cute, it hurts, sweets." He says, love decorating every inch of his full smile. You felt so full in that moment, so warm that it didn't even matter what the outcome of tonight was. And Taishiro naturally felt the same. You both just craved being in each others presence.

You lean in and kiss him, and he returns the favor. It starts off sweet, then quickly heats up as Taishiro grabs your face, practically swallowing you whole as he poured all his love and greed into physical touch. Your hands trailed down his body, latching onto his boxers, before it's his turn to stop you.

"No, sweets. It's about you tonight." He whispers against your lips softly as you whimper, wanting to relieve him a bit. He didn't care about his own pleasure, never really had; his main goal has always been to make you feel the way he feels when he's around you. Warm, safe, secure. Trustworthy. He wanted you to know that you could trust him with you body, mind and soul. You felt his motifs every time his tongue entered you're mouth, speaking and mumbling his own form of love.

Taishiro guides you down, laying you back on the comforter as he gets up, your body chilled from his loss of touch.

"Just lay back and relax. Give a sec-"

He gets up, trudging over to his drawer. He opens it, taking out a packaged condom. He slides off his boxers, then walks back to you. He tears the package open with his canines, and slides it onto his large length, his arousal already leaking into the rubber. You throw your head back on the comforter, your breathing skyrocketing again. This was really about to happen.

The bed dips slightly, and Taishiro appears over you again, spreading your legs with one knee. He pumps his swollen cock a few times, sliding it across your slit as lubricant. You moan slightly, eyes wide as you struggle to breathe a bit. Taishiro caresses your face, pulling you to look at him properly. His hair was stuck to his face in light blonde clumps, and you could see his heart beating against his vibrating ribcage. You gulped, stomach clenching a bit more.

"Are you sure you want to keep going? You don't have to do this for me." He asked one more time, putting your needs first again. It made your heart swell beyond capacity.

"Tai, I'm more than positive." Your lips twitch into a grin. He returns it, prodding your entrance once more.

"Just let me know if I hurt you." He whispers. You let out a dry laugh.

"You're the only one I'd want to hurt me this good."

After your consent was confirmed, Taishiro slips himself past your entrance, causing you to gasp as he simultaneously sighs in pleasure.

"Shit, are you okay baby?" Taishiro grunts, feeling you squeeze him ridiculously tight. Your eyes were glued shut, eyebrows knitted at the newfound sensation. You knew Taishiro was large from the sloppy blowjobs you gave him from time to time, often using two hands to properly get him off as well as your mouth. But as he swelled against your tight walls, you realized how big he really was. You simply shake your head "yes", breathing through your nose.

"You've got to loosen up a bit more for me." Taishiro whispered, one hand easing to your clit and doing slow circular motions on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your cunt flutters, sucking him in more as he increases the amount of inches he slides into you. You whimper, ungodly swears leaving Taishiro's mouth. Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to slip past your waterline at the amount of discomfort.

"That's it baby, you're almost there...you're doing amazing." Taishiro groaned, watching himself disappear slowly in your pulsating slit as it squeezed the life out of him, despite your best efforts. He lefts your knee lightly, gaining more access as it feels like he enters your lower abdomen.

Finally, he bottoms you out, letting out a strangled moan as his pelvis flushes into yours. Your heavy breathes intertwine once more as he litters your face with kisses, wiping away the tears that spilled. You weren't sure if it was the pain or the way he held you so delicately that made you emotional. Or maybe the fact that you had finally found someone you were willing to give yourself to in such an intimate manner.

"I'm in, sweets..." He consoles you, caressing your face gently as your breasts push into his chest, the plushness providing a sense of warmth and comfort as you adjust around his throbbing cock. You grunt, trying to move on your own, mewls slipping past your lips. "Shhh, you did so well...are you okay?" His hand returned to your raised thigh, working his thick digits into your muscles, and you feel as though your body sinks into the mattress even more. He was trying his best to ease any pain you might be feeling.

"Yes, my love..." You whimper, trying to thrust up into him, wincing slightly. "Please...move..."

Taishrito sits up, one hand still resting on your thigh, unable to take his eyes off you as he lifts one of your legs up slowly, dangling it on his shoulder. He kisses your calf gently, slowly grinding his hips into you. Whimpers roll off your tongue naturally as you threw your head back into the pillows.

"You're doing so well..." Taishiro praises you through your discomfort that was waning off, your cunt loosening even more as he slowly plunged himself into you. Your body spasms under his touch as his hand latches onto your clit yet again, his hip speed increasing against his will in a need to orgasm. You made him feel so good, and he wanted to make sure you felt that pleasure as well.

"Ugh, Tai! T- oh, God..." Your cunt fluttered, stomach turning over in tight knots. The bed rocked and creaked, Taishiro loving into you so gently, passion in every thrust. Your bodies glistened in the light, Taishiro gripping your leg a bit tighter to hold himself together. He didn't dare cum until you were ready, abiding by your request that you uttered in the heat of the night. His hand moves from your clit, pressing onto your convulsing abdomen, and a desolate sound escapes from your throat as you feel cock actually inside you, poking and prodding underneath your skin. Something stirs deep within you as he makes love to you against the silk sheets, and you bite your wrist yet again to keep any lewd sounds from escaping your thick lips.

"I'm right there baby, do you feel me?" He coerced, massaging the bottom of your stomach. You bite harder on the back of your wrist before he removes it, revealing a sputtering mess below him. You still withheld your wails of ecstasy, humiliation setting your skin ablaze.

"Let me hear how good I make you feel...it's just me, love." His words wrapped you in warmth as complete and utter filth resonates through the room as you both moan in repetitive unison. Taishiro's moans become pitched and whiny as you twist and turn in his grasp, itching to hold onto him. You reach for his face, more tears falling from your eyes but not from pain of discomfort, of pure affection and intangible love.

Taishiro takes notice of your actions, leaning into your delicate touch, your bent leg being stretched more and more as his hips roll into you deeper. He ensnares your lips, Earth shattering moans being passed back and forth as your toes curled, your orgasm evident.

"Tai, I-I'm gonna-" You whimpered against his lips, as his fingers toyed your twitching clit. He felt a sense of pride swell in chest as he pleased you, his cock throbbing in your plush walls. "Tai-!"

"I'm right here sweets, you can let go."

With your eyes closed, your back arches against the bed, an incoherent moan leaves your mouth as you say something that resembles Taishiro's name. Not even seconds later, he follows suit; hips stilling and filling the condom in a hefty spurt. Your bodies twitch as sputtered moans die down to heavy gasps. You finally open your eyes during your high, as you see Taishiro looking at you lovingly, his hands kissing your slightly sweaty palms.

"Was that okay?" He asks, and you throw him a wild grin.

"The best."

Taishiro chuckles, preparing to exit you but you halt his movements.

"W-wait...not yet..." You stutter, your cunt still pulsating in unison with his length. Taishiro gives you a quizzical look, eyebrows knitted together.

"Sweets, I gotta get you cleaned up."

"I know just...hold me for a bit." You sound a bit pouty, and Taishiro can't resist. You had adjusted a bit to his size, feeling so full and warm. You wanted to live in this moment a little more.

Sighing in defeat, he eases down next to you, still deep within your womb. He entangles you into his arms, your face flush against his chest as you will yourself not to fall asleep.

"Thank you, Tai." You mutter shyly, burying your face deeper into his chest, the vibration of your voice tickling him.

"What do you mean?" He chuckles, placing chaste kisses into your hair. "I should be the one thanking you for allowing me to share this moment with you."

"For taking care of me, ya' big doof." You giggle. "I've never felt so...loved before."

Taishiro rubs your shoulders, earning a slight sigh of relief. "That's because you're my one and only."

You smile gently, snuggling more into his grasp, his hands firm against your back.

"And you're my only one."