#:looks away in shame: LMAOO

[callilouv]

ya'll talking abt the mf that experimented on kids 🤨

WAHAJKHS SHHHH😭😭

#tw child harm #🔎 .. 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 #📎 .. 𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓: 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐌 #:looks away in shame: LMAOO

[ifursammylawrenceletsmakebabies]

I hate Pluralkit proxying so so much I don't wanna do it I am more than my Discord proxy I don't just exist on Discord I hate it that everyone is confused when I don't proxy myself AND NO IDC THAT YOU DON'T KNOW WHO I AM AND I'M NOT GONNA TELL YOU IT'S NOT A REQUIREMENT FOR ME AND I DON'T WANNA AND MOST OF THE TIME I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM

Like stay confused idgaf I don't wanna proxy myself and I ALSO don't want to tell you who I am cry louder wah wah wah

I am more than my Discord proxy I am allowed to exist without any proxy and I don't GAF. If that bothers you

#sorry guys little rant #looks away in shame #yall couldn't care less tho and honestly i get it #LMAOO

[yxami]

Fighting the urge to not write a quiet hybrid guy and I failed

description: yandere octopus hybrid x gn merperson reader, getting trapped in his trap, him tasting you, umm idk what else, also normally I stick to facts about the animals I write as hybrids but I changed some stuff about him like his tongue being soft bc would it be hot if a sandpaper tongue was licking u? LMAOO

Kioshi was a sea creature, an octopus and you’re just a random merperson who happened to run into his sticky trap that was intended for prey. So he’s just scanning you at every angle available to him, swiftly swimming around to see if you were going to be a problem to deal with.

He never really interacted with any merfolk before so your silent empty stare confused him enough to mentally ask himself questions. Was he supposed to let you out? Could he eat you? Were you tasty?

The curious octopus wrapped his arms around you, the suckers on his tentacles staying in one place with the grip they had on your body. Was he tasting you?? What was this weird octopus guy doing!!

“Hello?? What are you doing” You glared at his tentacles that sneaked their way through his own kelp trap to touch and stick on you. It was almost like he was trying to sample you, to see if you could be his dinner tonight.

He quietly hummed, pondering if you were even edible. You tasted.. fishy. It would be ironic for merfolk not to have a salty taste to them. What did he expect after all? The two of you were in the ocean for crying out loud!

“You taste weird, can you even fit in my mouth” Kioshi opened his mouth, his fangs and 2 rows of teeth showing brightly. The vibrant pink tongue that slipped out his mouth looked long and soft. He apparently had no shame in showing his interest to eat you.

“I’m a merperson! And no you can’t eat me! I wouldn’t go up to you and ask if I could eat you” The hiss that left your lips and confidence had him more intrigued than before.

He disassembled his kelp trap with a tug of one of the kelp that wrapped around a nearby giant rock. Once you were let free you stretched, liking how much freedom you had now. It almost pissed you off remembering that you were in there for the entirety of this conversation.

“I’ll give you some shiny pearls if you keep letting me taste you” Kioshi dug in a pouch he carried around his waist, scooping out a few beautiful pink pearls that made your eyes shimmer with adoration. You were always a sucker for pretty things, every merperson was!

“Fine” You mumbled, sitting on a rock, your soft hands holding onto it as a handle while he wrapped his tentacles around you. He wasn’t sure why he was so interested in you, yeah he doesn’t see merfolk often but you peaked his interest for another reason. One that he was clueless about as well.

But he doesn’t try to fret over it, when he likes something, he takes it for himself. And you were pretty, really pretty. Your scales provided a glistening view, the sun helping accentuate the natural shine they had. Each scale was shiny and bright, he loved shiny things. Maybe you were meant to be his little treasure to take home!

You obediently sat while he seemed lost in thought, wrapping his sneaky tentacles around you, every sucker providing a squishy suction on your skin, almost felt like kisses running along your torso and arms. You could even feel his breath on your neck while he seemed to taste you there with his mouth. You pondered whether he would leave marks or not.

“You taste nice” Kioshi murmured, causing marks around your waist and chest.

“Well there’s that answer” You mentally said to yourself, looking down at the almost identical looking hickey marks on your body after his tentacles slipped away. He must’ve been too focused on tasting you to be gentle.

“Sorry..” He whispered, putting his tongue against your stomach’s skin to lick at the marks. You jumped at the feeling with a flustered expression, his hands rested around your hips while he continued.

“I think they’ll fade on their own.. You don’t have to lick them!” You bit your lip, trying to hold in the whimper you were about to let out from the strange sensation of his tongue running along your stomach.

“Oh.. okay. I’ll pay attention more next time” He blinked with no embarrassment that he shamelessly licked and tasted your skin. He sat next to you, leaning against your side, watching fish run around and play.

Next time? There was going to be a next time? You thought to yourself, wondering why he was so confident yet so nonchalant with his words that it just seemed natural to slip from his lips.

Kioshi pondered, trying to think of something else to say. He didn’t want to end the conversation here, he liked this interaction, even if it was just a trade between the two of you. Your flustered reactions and looks made him smile when you weren’t looking. He liked you already.

“So, I’ve never seen you here. Are you just passing through this area?” He faced you, observing your deep colored eyes compared to the bright waters around the two of you.

“Nah, I live around here, I just don’t usually wander off too far from my cave” You explained as you stared at his veiny hands that pressed down against the smooth rock. He seemed interested enough in your words to lean closer, his eyes scanning yours and especially at your lips.

“Huh, that’s cool” He softly said, wanting to say more but unsure of what. Should he ask if he could visit you sometime? Maybe offer to show you his cave? He wanted to ask something but his mind couldn’t set on a thought, causing you to speak after a few moments.

“So, what about you? Where do you live?” You yawned, making sure you weren’t out too late by looking at the sun that was close to set. It would be bad if you were out when the moon was down. You never got used to all the creatures that would appear in the dark waves that strolled by. It gave you goosebumps just thinking of the strange faces.

“Right over there, I don’t set my trap up too far incase it’s something big” Kioshi let out a small giggle, the fact you were in his trap today and definitely bigger than the average fish he expected made it more funny.

“Must’ve lucked out today then huh?” You playfully rolled your eyes at him laughing at his words.

“Mhm” He grinned, adding in a nod as well while he spoke. “How about I treat you to some food since I captured you?” He casually offered, as if he wasn’t trying to rack his brain about how to word it before. He wasn’t that good with speaking with others, never really interacted with other creatures in the first place, until now!

“Sure, you totally owe me after-all” You smiled, hopping off the rock to swim in-front of him. He got off the almost cliff looking rock as well and started leading you to his place. Not that far, just like he said. When the two of you closed the distance between his home you observed how nicely decorated it was. Lots of shiny things in a wooden chest he had, a soft looking bed and cute trinkets placed along the walls. It was big so the fact that he filled it up nicely was impressing.

“How about some crab?” He said, poking at the live crabs he had in another slightly different trap, the knots and twists being almost identical to the one you were in. He seemed to use traps to catch all his food instead of chasing it himself.

“Sure! How are you gonna cook it?” You asked curious, swimming around him in circles to see what he was doing. You were able to witness him grabbing the trap brimming with crabs and bringing them up to the end of the cave, there you were able to see that the roof went further up. He seemed to almost disappear after climbing up onto something.

You popped your head up the water to see this was his kitchen area, it had pots and pans hanging on hooks and a small dinner table with a few seats. His place was bigger than you imagined, it had an area with no water that connected to the ocean after-all.

“Gonna boil them?” You looked curiously at him grabbing a pot and sliding over back to the large opening in the floor to the rest of his home, collecting ocean water in it. “Yup” Kioshi softly said, putting the pot down on a metal grill. He seemed to have lots of kitchen supplies, it made your curious to whether he stole it from humans.

You had your own little collection stolen from humans but definitely not a entire room’s worth, not yet anyways. You were curious enough to want to ask Kioshi more questions about him, but decided not to.

The boiled crabs poured into a glass bowl in-front of you made you drool almost instinctively, as if you’ve always known his cooking. You stared at the bowl first, noticing that it was expensive looking and had cracks, he must’ve glued it back together.

He sat down in front of you, pondering on why you were staring at the bowl instead of the cooked crabs you could be eating, was it not appetizing? Should he cook something else? He twiddled his thumbs against each other while trying to think of whether he should speak up.

Kioshi opened his mouth to speak but you paused the words from leaving his mouth with a happy hum. “It’s so good!!!” You muffled with crab meat in your mouth, once you managed to chew and swallow a few more pieces.

“Thanks Kioshi! You’re so good at cooking” You cleared your throat, looking up at him with another opened crab leg.

“No problem” He mumbled, feeling his face heat up. He wasn’t sure why he had the sudden urge to keep you in his cave forever, for you to become his mate and be devoted to him as he would with you. Maybe it was because he didn’t have one yet, or possibly because you were perfect for him.

He’d find a way to keep you here, whether that would be pearls, his cooking, or anything he could possibly steal from humans, he’d do it.

#yandere #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #male yandere #pls request #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #gn reader #soft yandere #gender neutral reader #yandere hybrid #yandere octopus hybrid #yandere octopus #octopus hybrid #yandere oc #yandere ocs #hybrid reader #reader merfolk hybrid

[cl6udias]

AINT NOBODY’S BUSINESS

summary : charlie bushnell and reader have a secret relationship that isnt so secret anymore…

warnings: fluff !! use of y/n bad writing (sorry yall im trying) social media au !! slut shaming, not proof read, this is really short !! if i missed any just let me know💗

therealbambi: beach day !! its nice have a relaxing day after so much stress😔

comments:

iamcharliebushnell: HEY!! wheres my photo creds ? i worked hard to get these amazing pics

therealbambi: photo creds: this weirdo

diorgoodjohn: you hung out with CHARLIE?!? instead of me?!? this is criminal

therealbambi: he forced me i swear

iamcharliebushnell: i did not!! you asked me to come with you

therealbambi: liar.

iamcharliebushnell: your the liar sorry babe.

user7: BABE?!??

leahsavajeffries: these photos are so cute!!

therealbambi: thank you leah!!

user10: charlie and y/ns banter is so cute STOP

user1: FOR REALLL ALSO HIM CALLING HER BABE?!?

diorgoodjohn: hung out with my fav girls last night ‼️‼️

comments:

therealbambi: last night was so much we need to hang out moreee

diorgoodjohn: WE DOOO !!

leahsavajeffries: the food last night was actually to die for🙏🙏

therealbambi: i told yall i know good restaurants 🤗

y/nupdates: y/ns been hanging out with the pjo cast alot maybe her in season 2?!?!

therealbambi: maybe who knows🤷🏽‍♀️

y/nupdates: STOP WHAT?!?

@iamcharliebushnell: why wasnt i invited to this little get together😞

diorgoodjohn: since when you a girl?

user4: NOT CHARLIE TRYING TO JOIN THEM LMAOO

user5: how much you wanna bet he wanted to hang out with y/n

*liked by dior and charlie*

user5: BOTH DIOR AND CHARLIE LIKED MY COMMENT IM TAKING THAT AS A YES

iamcharliebusnell: i definitely only wanted to hang out with bambi

user5: I FEEL SO LUCKY RN STOPP

user2: Y/N AND CHARLIE STANS RN ARE GOING CRAZY RN OVER THIS (its me im y/n and charlie stans)

walkerscobell: real

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mtv: spoted singer and actress y/n making out with a mystery man outside her house in LA last night👀

comments:

y/nfan1: STOP WHOS TAKING AWAY MY WIFE FROM ME WTF

y/nupdates: realest thing ever said

user11: that kinda looks like charlie ngl🧐

charliebushnellupdates: STOP YOUR RIGHT AND THEY HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT ALOT

user1989: if it is i think ill actually die imagine the album she would write about him STOPP

haterngl: she doesn’t deserve Charlie shes gonna break up with him in a week and write a break up album about “how horrible he was”

user0: fr ngl shes kinda a slut i mean how many boyfriends has she had

user89: if your jealous just say that boo😘

pjofan13: STOPPP I MEAN Y/N HAS BEEN HINTING ABOUT A BOYFRIEND AND HER AND CHARLIE HAVE BEEN HANGING OUT ALOT RECENTLY OMG

therealbambi: y’all are fucking detectives or something i mean damn

y/nismywife: IS THIS HER CONFIRMING HER AND CHARLIE?

user07: Y/N WHAT?!? WDYM

user13: WHAT DOES SHE MEAN BY THIS ARE HER AND CHARLIE DATING WHAT😔

authors note: sorry if this is bad 😔 im new to writing and stuff !! anyways part 2 will be posted soon !! i just ran out of photo room bc i made this on my phone💗

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#Spotify #charlie bushnell #charlie bushnell x reader #charlie bushnell smut #luke castellan #luke castellan smut #percy jackson #social media au

[aestherin]

KEEP MY HEART

goal 09: do you like sweets?

You are fully self-aware that you have delusional tendencies, but you know yourself well enough to think that you weren't that far gone yet to the point that you will start seeing your long distance crush right in front of you.

He's probably real.

Taking notice of your presence, Scaramouche then turned towards you. His face was hard to read, other hand holding his phone and the other inside the pockets of his denim pants. His oversized black shirt was tucked, highlighting his good figure.

'Holy. He's got good style too,' you thought. It was simple, yes. But he carries outfits so damn well.

But what is he even doing here in your uni?

Since an eye contact has already been made, you flashed a sheepish smile and a light wave. Your loud personality online was such a huge contrast in comparison to how you're actually behaving now.

He just stared. 'Oh. So he's the cold type. God, he's exactly my type.'

"Aren't you going in?" You snapped out of your musings upon hearing his voice.

"I was about to. I'm starving," you chuckled. He scoffed. "I could use a bit of food, too."

"We should eat at the birthday party then."

"Kazuha's?"

You nod.

He looked away. "Go and eat inside. I'll find another place to eat at."

You flashed a look of disbelief. Scaramouche raised a brow in confusion. "Dude, you're literally already at a restaurant and you still want to go somewhere else to eat?"

"And you're hungry, aren't you?"

He sighed. "Look, I don't know if you know this, but the one holding a party — well, we're not on the best of terms."

Oh. Yeah.

There's that thing.

How the fuck could you forget that the love of your life is from the rival of your brother's team?

"Ah," You nod again. He seemed to take it as you understanding his reasoning and turned the other way, attempting to head off.

If only you hadn't tugged at his shirt.

"What the?!"

You led him to a lone bench at the parking lot, lit warmly by the streetlight just directly above it. "Sit there and wait for me."

"Excuse me?" He hissed. "What am I? A dog?"

"Your words, not mine." You grinned. "Just do as I say, okay? It won't be long, I promise."

He was about to retort but you cut him off by hurriedly entering the lively restaurant.

When you got back, you easily spotted Scaramouche who was sitting comfortably on the bench where you left him. He immediately scooted over once he saw you.

"Wow," he remarked. "You know I actually doubted if you would even come back."

You chuckled as you sat and handed him his plate. "Do you have trust issues?"

"Shut the fuck up."

"Oh, so you do."

He rolled his eyes.

Your late dinner with him was mostly filled with a comforting silence, with some bits of small talk in between. The only ones left on your plate were delectable desserts, as well as the little pieces of food you left out.

"Do you like sweets?"

"No," Scaramouche speedily replied. "They're disgusting."

You subconsciously frown. "Shame. I like them."

"You can have mine then," he says as he picks up his portion of desserts and transfers them to your plate. Unbeknownst to you, his observant gaze failed to miss how your eyes sparkled in delight at the sight of mouthwatering sweets.

As he did so, Scaramouche also spotted some leftovers on your plate. "Do you not like bitter stuff?"

"My tongue can't handle them."

"Give it to me then instead of wasting food, idiot."

You let out a laugh. "Is that your way of saying you like bitter stuff?"

The man just let out a quiet "tch" before taking a bite.

KEEP MY HEART — scara x reader smau

previous . masterlist . next

SUMMARY —you find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university.

NOTES -> a lot has happened lmaoo i was so busy aaa -> i graduated hs finally :P -> i also submitted my requirements for college haha -> also can u guys believe i'm gonna be in college while my college smau is on going omg -> and apologies for ghosting HASDHADHA (also wtf fontaine livestream tomorrow already whaaat time flies so fast omg)

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[toji-girl]

t. fushiguro

original ask: heyyy, please can we have a one where she’s heavily pregnant. And once they get home after an event she’s gasps just as she remove her dress, because it felt so suffocating. And he gets her, her pyjamas and offers to change her himself. But after stripping her, he tosses the pyjamas out of her reach and makes her sleep all bare though she was resistant. Please please. 

tags: pregnant! fem reader + fluff + teasing + oiled up massage + repost from my old blog + I love writing Toji as soft and domestic and so sweet, but also I love asshole Toji just as much but I never write that lmaoo, so for this, he's going to be a little bit of a tease and a good husband, I want him to baby me so bad :( also thank you for being so sweet and kind with your request, xoxo. 

"Remind me to never wear that dress or get pregnant again." You told Toji that once you both entered your bedroom's shared space, everything felt swollen and tender as you tried to unzip your dress. 

Your husband moved to stand behind you, his tie now loosened as he leaned in to press a kiss to your nape. "You look so good pregnant though." He hummed and helped you remove your dress with a soft gasp, your heavy breasts felt suffocated by the tight material of it. 

You sighed and melted into his arms feeling him glide his palms over your back then around to rub your swollen belly. "I think you're saying that because you like the act that leads up to this." You teased and let him help you on the bed so he could undress himself down to his boxers with a chuckle. 

"I said that because it's the truth sweetheart, you look sexy all round with my child," Toji replied with a smirk as he kneeled between your legs to help remove the rest of your clothes before moving to grab your pjs for you. 

Toji was slow in his movements as his eyes roamed your naked body, the way you carried your child was something that made his heart swell with a warm possessiveness that made him want to claim you again and again, over and over even though you have his last name and his baby. 

With your hand in his, you stood slowly ready for him to help you change, ever since your belly had grown it had become an unspoken routine but just as you were going to reach for your shirt he tossed it away with a smirk. "Toji! What are you doing?" You asked with a pout. 

He turned you around slowly feeling his eyes drink you in and the way your body changed over the last few months. "I'm appreciatin' my sexy as hell wife, and you keep complaining about your clothes that rub your nipples raw so I'm helping you out, sweetheart." He replied. 

Your face burned with a mixture of embarrassment and desire as he kept checking you out. "I can't just sleep naked though!" You huffed as if he hadn't already seen you naked or anything. 

Toji chuckled and leaned in to press a chaste kiss on your lips. "You can, you've done it before, remember that's how you ended up pregnant? I think it was when you got back from your girl's night, woke up to my dick in your mouth then you got on top and rode me, something I'll never forget darlin'." He spoke with a low chuckle. 

At first, you wanted to protest, that the change in your body was not attractive, it was almost shameful for him to see you like this but with the way he praised you all your worries melted away. "There we go, good girl, now get comfortable for me and I'll be right back." 

You watched him exit the room and then moved on top of the mattress to get comfortable on your side with your body pillow between your legs waiting for his return which was only a few minutes. "My baby deserves a massage carrying our baby." 

His eyes twinkled with a hint of mischief as he caught the look on your face. "You don't like it when I'm right, do you?" He teased and kneeled on the bed behind you hearing the pop of a bottle top. 

"Sometimes yes, but it wouldn't be fair if I was always right." You shot back teasingly smelling a hint of lavender as Toji poured the oil into his hands before moving to massage your lower back at first. 

A soft moan escaped your lips as he worked out the knot in your muscles. "This is why you wanted me naked, wasn't it?" You asked gripping the pillow under you when he hit another tender spot. 

Toji leaned down to kiss your cheek. "That and I enjoy seeing you naked, again you're sexy, what can I say?" He hummed and moved his oiled hands up to your shoulders giving them the same attention. 

Your face burned again at his praise and when his hands slid down your back to your ass giving both cheeks a squeeze. "Sorry, couldn't help myself." He teased with a chuckle that made you giggle as well. 

#tw: pregnancy #Toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #Toji Fushiguro x you #jjk x reader #jjk toji x you #toji x y/n #Toji x you #Toji fluff #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #Toji x reader fluff #Fushiguro Toji x reader #Toji Fushiguro x reader

[mcverse]

ꨄ︎ Paring: Neteyam x Avatar! F! Reader

ꨄ︎ Requested: Yes/No

ꨄ︎ Type: Part 3 out of 5 (Previous/Next)

ꨄ︎ Word count: I lost count lmaoo

ꨄ︎ Warnings: Slight angst, Emotional reader-ish?—that’s it, not spell checked

ꨄ︎ Side Bar: been a minute ✌️ lo siento im looking back at the old post & noticed I f-ed up the location—e.g. hometree and highcamp. I’m aware it’s not the same but I also forget what I previously write. I’m not gonna fix it. Just roll with it!

please keep in mind that all characters in my stories are always 18+

The arrival of Jake, the revered Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya clan, to formally take responsibility and apologize not only for his son, but also for his mate creates an atmosphere thick with tension and unease.

It was a situation you wished could be erased from memory, an awkward and unwanted encounter that left you feeling exposed and vulnerable.

Contrary to his promise of visiting later, Jake appears the next morning, having fulfilled his a similar obligations with Spider at the break of dawn. Spider stood at a distance, a silent pillar of support, offering moral encouragement from afar.

The whole ordeal was deeply embarrassing, leaving you figuratively and quite literally exposed. Jake stood before you, his presence commanding attention, and it was a struggle to meet his gaze.

The weight of shame bore down upon you, a heavy burden knowing that your actions had caused trouble within his family.

His words hung in the air, filled with a blend of understanding and disappointment. Jake's intentions extended beyond a mere apology; he seeks resolution and a path forward amidst the tangled emotions that hang in the air.

The weight of his words sank deep within you, stirring a wish for the power to rewind time and erase the strain you had caused, disrupting the harmony of this sacred place.

You remain silent, lost in your thoughts, prompting Jake's concern to deepen. His voice carries a hint of worry as he shares the repercussions of your actions.

"Neteyam won't continue your training after yesterday's incident," he reveals, his brows furrowing with a tinge of disappointment.

Your gaze drifts absentmindedly behind him, and he glances over his shoulder, visibly relieved to find only Spider standing there, a silent pillar of support from a distance.

In an attempt to bridge the gap and offer solace, Jake reaches up and places his hand on top of your head, gently aligning your eyes with his.

His next words carry both reassurance and understanding, "I will take over your training," he states. The weight of his words sinks in, accompanied by a mix of apprehension and hope.

A frown etches itself upon your face, and you bow your head, tears welling up in your eyes. Your voice trembles as you whisper, your words laden with self-blame, "I'm sorry... I messed up." The weight of your mistake presses down on you, filling you with a profound sense of regret.

Jake shakes his head, his expression unwavering yet brimming with empathy. "Hey, hey!" he interjects, his voice soothing. In an instant, he envelops you in a warm embrace, an embrace that feels remarkably paternal.

Tears stream down your cheeks as his hand rubs gentle circles on your back, offering comfort and reassurance. "Don't say that," he murmurs softly. "It's not your fault."

Nestled against his chest, you find comfort in his words, but the weight of guilt remains. Amidst the ebb and flow of tears, you speak amidst a mix of emotions, "But it is. I shouldn't have gone. Kiri wouldn't be hurt, and everyone wouldn't be so angry."

The embrace tightens, further offering a sense of comfort and reassurance. Jake's voice carries a gentle tone as he emphasizes the importance of everyone's well-being.

"What's important is that neither of you are seriously injured," he asserts, his arms loosening their hold as he gently steps back.

With a tender touch, he lifts your chin, delicately wiping away the tears staining your cheeks, "No blame to anyone, okay?" he adds, his eyes filled with understanding, "I know it's tough, but you're a tough girl, and we are so proud of you."

A small hiccup escapes you as you try to compose yourself. "We?" you inquire, your voice laced with curiosity and vulnerability.

Jake chuckles warmly, his hand releasing your face and playfully tousling your hair. Despite the urge to swat his hand away, you let it be, savoring the lighthearted moment.

"Everyone," he replies, a fondness evident in his voice. "Me, Max, Norm, Kiri, Spider, Lo'ak..." He pauses, raising an eyebrow with a mischievous glint before continuing, "Speaking of Lo'ak, he's grounded."

Your eyes widen in surprise. "Because of the accident? Please don't be too hard on him," you plead, concern for Lo'ak's well-being evident in your voice.

Jake shakes his head, his gaze steady and reassuring. "That, among other things," he reveals, his tone filled with a mixture of firmness and understanding.

"Don't worry yourself about it. Get ready. I'm taking you back out there this afternoon." With those words, he begins to walk away, his figure growing smaller in the distance.

…

In the late afternoon, Jake reappears to fetch you, guiding you into the depths of the forest, venturing beyond the usual paths Neteyam would take.

If you were to claim that you haven't thought about Neteyam since your last exchange, you'd be dishonest. His words have been looping in your mind endlessly, leaving you utterly confused by the cruelty of his remarks.

You always held the belief that Neteyam was meant to be kinder, and you know deep down it's true. You had witnessed his acts of kindness firsthand on certain occasions, though they were never directed towards you. It's possible they may never be.

Jake comes to an abrupt halt, nearly causing you to collide into his back. You manage to catch yourself just in time, swiftly collecting your composure, not wanting to appear unprepared in front of your future leader.

"Before you can hunt, you need to learn how to find prey," Jake declares, locking eyes with you. He motions for you to crouch down, directing your attention to a distinct imprint in the muddy ground.

It's a clear and well-defined Hexapede print, unmistakable in its form. "Remember this," he emphasizes, "yerik will be your first target on the hunt."

You lower yourself closer to the ground, studying the yerik print as instructed by Jake. The imprinted shape stands out, each indentation marking the presence of the elusive creature you are about to pursue.

Its importance sinks deep into your mind as you commit the image to memory, determined to make this initial lesson worth it.

Rising from your crouched position, you maintain a low stance as Jake leads the way, offering further guidance on how to locate and track your prey.

Your concentration remains unwavering as you mimic his every movement, determined not to let your mind wander or be swayed by distractions.

Being fully present in the moment is crucial, allowing you to absorb the teachings imparted and sharpen your skills as you strive to become a skilled hunter.

After a while of trailing Jake through the forest, you both reach a clearing similar of the one where you encountered the Titanothere, albeit smaller and more densely covered in foliage. However, this time, there is no massive creature in sight.

Instead, concealed amidst the greenery, you catch a fleeting glimpse of yerik young—smaller and not yet mature enough to be considered adults.

It's an easy detail to miss if you blink, but you manage to spot them. The discovery fills you with excitement at this being the second animal you’ve come to witness since being reborn.

"They're beautiful," you comment, swiftly and stealthily moving to gain better access for observing the yerik young meeting up with their parent. The sight fills you with warmth but also sadness.

You don't consider yourself as very insightful when it comes to your own feelings, but if you had to guess, it would be because you lack what those animals have.

Despite undergoing changes on the outside, everything else remains unchanged within you and around you.

Gazing away from the prey, your eyes shift towards Jake. While not a parental figure, you held him in close regard lately, yet that sentiment fell short.

His family, undoubtedly, held the greatest significance to him. The question lingered: Why did he invest his time in you? It was a thought you wrestled with, more than you'd care to admit.

"What’s on your mind, kid?" Jake inquire, fixing his gaze upon you, revealing that your concentration had wavered during your training session.

Swiftly, your eyes divert to the ground, pressing your ears flat against your head from anxiety. The last thing you wanted was to become the one who disappointed the Leader of the Omaticaya, yet it seemed all too effortless, “I’m sorry.” you mumble.

Jake's nostrils flare in a sigh, a momentary glance away as he searches for the appropriate words to navigate this circumstance.

Despite his own responsibilities as a father of four children and the weight of an entire village on his shoulders, he recognizes that you mirrored him in some ways, sharing similarities despite the minor differences.

Even though he knew it didn’t quite make sense, he still felt responsible for you. Maybe a little part of him pushed him to care, even if he wasn’t sure why. But what he did know was that you needed support now more than ever.

He had seen you struggling, dealing with tough challenges. Your determination reminded him of his own past. It was like things had come full circle, giving him a chance to help someone who understood his earlier struggles.

Jake took a deep breath and came closer, looking at you with understanding, “You didn’t do anything wrong,” he reassures you in a calm tone, “You can finally live the way you’ve always felt. Sure, I might have disagreed with your risky adventure, but in the end, you’ve learned an important lesson.”

Your lips forms a thin line as you look up at him, your confusion evident in your eyes. He let out a chuckle, shaking his head. His hand moved towards your head, but you intercepted it before he could mess up your hair again.

“Try not to listen to Lo’ak,” he advises firmly, standing up and retracing the path you had taken. You watch him for a moment, taken aback by this unfamiliar characteristic of Jake that you hadn’t seen before.

Eventually, a smile tugs at your lips, and you follow him back to camp, amused by the newfound side of him.

Over the past few weeks, this had become your routine. Jake would guide you along the same route, until you were as familiar with the hexapede's usual spot as the back of your hand.

Despite the initial difficulty of waking up earlier in the morning rather than at noon, your newfound purpose made it worthwhile – you were now driven by something worth fighting for.

The time has come for you to showcase what you have learned, and your nerves feel like they're on fire. Your heart hasn't beaten this fast before, not even when you took your first breath as a baby.

You are aware that a lot hangs over you as Jake blesses your departure for the hunt—even things that cannot be spoken into words.

Your jaws clench as you glance at the gathering crowd. Though not everyone likes you, they show up out of respect for tradition and their chief.

Your body tenses up as your eyes lock with the Sullys, each of their expressions differing from the next.

Neytiri holds her nose up, her eyes steely as she watches you with disapproval. Neteyam doesn't look upset like he did when he scolded you so harshly; his face is neutral—unreadable, and you're not sure if you like this better than when he was expressive.

Lo'ak looks stiff, his eyes focused on you. If you didn't know him, you'd think there was nothing wrong, but the flicking of his tail tells you he's anxious. You send him a subtle smile, earning a curt nod.

Your eyes finally land on Kiri. Unlike Lo'ak, you know she's nervous. Based on the frown on her face, the furrow of her brows, and the way she's twisting her tail in her hands, perhaps she's even more nervous than you are.

Kiri shoots you a faint smile, and you return it with a warmer one, hoping it provides the comfort she's seeking. Jake lets you know it's time to go, expressing his wish that you'll make it back by nightfall.

Resisting the urge to glance back, you wonder why the moment feels oddly sentimental. You can't claim to enjoy it, yet you don't despise it either. Despite their potential lack of strong feelings towards you, you feel acknowledged and seen.

Once this is over, they'll have no other choice but to recognize the unwavering efforts you've invested in building connections. It will dawn on them that they must learn to live harmoniously with you.

No matter how frequently they emphasize your demon-like qualities, regardless of your altered appearance, they'll eventually have to come to terms with coexisting alongside what they consider an abomination.

It all becomes muscle memory as you navigate the forest to your advantage. Tracking the prints of your prey feels much simpler now that you have a clear understanding of what to look for.

Making your way through the foliage and over uneven ground takes less time than you recall. Even the weight of your bow on your back and the pressure of your hunting knife tucked into your waist band felt comfortable—like you were in your element, in your home.

At the beginning of the hunt, your heart raced, but now, seamlessly blending into your surroundings, your eyes effortlessly spot your prey. A calm washes over you, reminiscent of the sea before a storm.

The impending tempest is mirrored in the skilled grip of the bow, its aim steady as you target the adult yerik that has strayed from its herd. The creature halts, almost as if aware that a battle for survival is about to unfold.

The motion is almost effortless as the bowstring propels forward, propelling the arrow through the air, slicing through the trees, and striking its target with precision. The creature collapses instantaneously, succumbing to a single, well-placed shot.

Was it wrong to be exhilarated that your first kill went perfectly? Especially knowing that the yerik are challenging to take down due to their speed and are just as deadly as any other creatures on this planet?

Yes, it was wrong. You took a life that has now returned to Eywa. But it was a merciful act—you made certain of its passing by tracking it down and confirming its end.

Placing your hand over its chest, above its heart, you begin your prayer: “I See You, Brother, and thank you. Your spirit departs with Eywa, while your body remains to join the People.”

You place your bow back on your back, gripping the arrow and ripping it out, pausing as you caress it, before unshielding your hunting knife.

You secure your bow onto your back before firmly grasping the arrow and extracting it. You pause, briefly caressing the yerik, and then proceed to take the vine wrapped around you off, to tie the yerik ready for transporting.

Once the vine is secure, the trip back to hometree becomes more time-consuming, possibly due to the added weight you're dragging along. As day transitions into night, you alter your strategy.

You untie the yerik and muster the strength to hoist it onto your shoulders. Swiftly, you wrap vines around it, determined not to let it slip, no matter the strain it has on your shoulders.

The sight of highcamp threshold spurs you to increase your pace, your heart quickening with anticipation for everyone’s reaction. Will it be a positive one? Or perhaps the opposite? Did you fail, or does it even truly matter in the end?

Walking past the threshold, you weren't exactly taken aback by the noticeably smaller crowd. You understand their reasoning, more then they probably can. However, the sight of those who remained brought you enough happiness to validate your decision in the first place.

Relief washes over Lo’ak’s, Kiri's and Spider faces as they spot you, hurrying over to join you and assist with the carcass. Tuk follows closely behind, evidently delighted to be present for this moment. Jake stands back, wearing a proud smile alongside Max and Norm.

However, what catches you off guard is Neytiri's presence. She gazes at you before turning her attention to the prey you've brought. Her lips pucker slightly, and she raises her head in a subtle nod, so understated that you almost overlook it.

That…that was a start.

"You did well," Kiri whispers, a smile lighting up her face as she crouches beside you. "I had faith in you."

Her steadfast faith in you fills you with warmth. In moments like these, you realize that you may not need the full acceptance of an entire village or species; the trust she bestows upon you could be sufficient.

Nonetheless, you were still considered a demon, and historically, demons were often characterized as being driven by greed.

Did you not deserve to feel a touch of greed after all the solemn years you’ve endured? Those who haven’t lived a single moment in your shoes have no right to expect you to be content so easily.

Yes, you are grateful for what’s been given, but you’re not satisfied. You’ll never be satisfied—not until they truly see you.

"Was it hard?" Spider questions, his gaze fixed on the unusually large prey you've brought back. He's curious about the level of difficulty it presented, given your infrequent solo hunting expeditions.

You shake your head, and with a slight roll of your shoulders to relieve the tension, you admit, "The only challenge was lugging it back. My approach wasn't the wisest, I confess."

"Are you hurt?" Lo'ak finally speaks up after a while, standing behind you and staring down at the side of your face with knitted brows. He struggles to keep his eyes from scanning you to find the source of the injury but manages to resist the temptation.

“Not in the way you may be thinking.”

"I think you should still visit grandma," Tuk murmurs, gazing up at you with wide, innocent eyes. Concern lingers on her face before transforming into a smile, "I'll come along!" she exclaims joyfully, taking hold of your hand and guiding you in the direction of Mo’at’s hut.

"Hey, hang on a moment, Tuk!" Kiri calls out, but she resigns herself to Tuk's eager pull, adding, "Just be cautious on your way!"

If you were still human, Tuk would have worn you out straight to death with the way she dragged you through the village, proudly showcasing you in her unique manner. However, you were no longer human.

You can easily keep pace, dare you say even more adeptly than a native Na'vi like herself, and yet you let her do as she pleases. Even if it was somewhat embarrassing to have all the eyes in the village on you, drawn to Tuk's infectious laughter and vibrant personality.

“Oh, Nete!!”

You want to say it's Tuk's voice that brings you back to the present, that it helps you escape the thoughts that consume you even when you least expect it, but it's not.

You're ashamed to admit it's his very name that centers you.

You mentally pray that he won't notice you, hoping you can become as small as Tuk is when she stops him from whatever he was on his way to do.

Your body instinctively contracts slightly when that prayer fails, and your voice deserts you as his eyes automatically meet yours.

It feels too soon, seeing him like this. The wound is still raw, with no time to properly heal. You quickly avert your eyes, your lips pressed tightly together as you make an effort to send your mind far away once again.

What could be going through Tuk's mind? Has she forgotten what occurred? Is this what they refer to as the innocence and ignorance of a child?

"Nete! You should've seen it! (Nickname) brought back a big kill," Tuk exclaims, clearly placing you on a pedestal. Perhaps, her expectations are set a bit too high.

And telling him wouldn't provoke any reaction; it's clear that he doesn't care about you, despite the lingering feelings you regretfully still hold for him.

Neteyam, who briefly shifted his focus to his sister when you averted your gaze from him, is now returning his attention to you.

You couldn't see it, as it was still too nerve-wracking, but you could feel it. The same steely gaze you experienced during all those hours of training with him—it's no different now. They show no emotion when they look at you.

Yet, the stare doesn't linger on your face.

It travels downward—to your neck, shoulders, arms, legs, and any exposed skin. It's swift, merely skimming over your body, evaluating you—perhaps even doubting your ability to accomplish what Tuk claimed you did.

It was undeniably swift, and yet it left you feeling vulnerable. It was a new development, something you hadn't noticed him do before—at least, not so directly or unabashedly in your presence. You were uncertain about your feelings toward it—no, that's not entirely true.

You did appreciate it; after all, his attention was on you. But it was for an uncertain reason, so you couldn't fully indulge in the satisfaction it brought.

‘Ugh. What am I saying? Stop, Stop—Stop it!’

"Where are you heading, Tuk?" Neteyam inquires after a significant pause, shifting his attention away from you to focus on his sister.

With his gaze no longer fixated on you, you sneak a glance at them through your peripheral vision, only to catch him flashing an innocent smile at her.

How can this be the same person who belittled you in front of his family?

“To visit Grandma. (Nickname) is hurt,” Tuk replies promptly, without hesitation.

Tuk's words hang in the air, and Neteyam falls into a heavy silence. His smile fades, replaced by a sharpness in his eyes as his eyes widen slightly.

For the third time in mere minutes, his gaze lands squarely on you. His brows furrow deeply, and his eyes race over your form with an intensity that borders on concern.

Is it possible? Could that be genuine worry in his eyes? You can't be certain; you've never seen him show any concern directed your way before.

“What—I don—“

Tuk abruptly cuts him off, saying, "We've got to go. Bye, Nete!" She firmly grips your hand and starts pulling you away. As you pass Neteyam, it's as if time stretches, your gaze locked with his—him making the deliberate effort to turn his head and follow your departure.

You're the first to break eye contact, averting your gaze and taking a deep breath as if you had forgotten to breathe. You're relieved when Tuk cuts the interaction short; you doubt your ability to decipher all the unusual actions that Neteyam was displaying.

And you shouldn't want to. He's hurt you deeply, and it's not justified, no matter how much he believes he's in the right. You should not, definitely not, feel anything for him.

You force your attention back into focus, your eyes fixed on Mo'at's hut just a few feet away. The nerves are creeping back up again, but it's different from how they are when it comes to him.

No, it's a distinct feeling. It has always been different with Mo'at, much like the way you feel unlimited joy with Kiri as opposed to a handful with Spider.

Mo'at is somewhat supportive. She sees potential in you, and she holds you to high standards; otherwise, she wouldn't even bother with you. So, yes, it's natural to feel nervous about seeing her after your first solo hunt.

What will she say?

How will she react?

Will she share in your pride as you take a step closer to a dream you've longed for on countless nights?

Her opinion matters to you, perhaps even more than anyone else’s. She could have easily abandoned you to live a lonely and sorrowful life, but instead, she chose to collaborate with the humans, the very same species that took her mate’s life, all to aid you. In a way, you owe her your life as she helped you transfer over.

In a strange, twisted way, you view her as a motherly figure. And like any child, it's second nature to want to please someone you look up to. In that respect, you were no different.

The scent of herbs and spices greets your nose as Tuk leads you into Mo'at's hut. She releases your hand and skips over to her grandmother, who is seated on the floor in the center, tending to various medicinal remedies.

"Grandma! Guess who's returned?" Tuk exclaims in a whispered shout, settling down beside her grandmother and grinning broadly.

Mo'at pauses, pretending to contemplate before turning to Tuk with an expectant look. "You, my child?" Mo'at playfully questions.

Tuk giggles at her grandmother's reply, shaking her head, and then she turns to point at you. "No, not me," she clarifies, "It's (Nickname) who's back, and she's brought back a large catch."

Mo'at's nose tilts slightly upward as she follows Tuk's arm, her gaze settling on you. You stand there tensely as her heated eyes seem to fixate on you.

The way her eyes scan over you reminds you of Neytiri, but unlike Neytiri, Mo'at's eyes don't hold any malicious emotion when it comes to you. Instead, she just has a intense gaze.

"Are you injured?" Mo'at questions, her eyes fixed on your shoulders, brows furrowing as she interprets your body language before you even have a chance to explain your presence.

You nod, finding no reason to be untruthful, especially now that she has observed it herself, "Just a little sore. Nothing too painful," you confirm honestly. It's nothing more than a strained muscle, and you believe a warm bath could help relieve it.

Mo'at hums and rises from her seated position, "Still, sit down. I'll tend to you," she instructs before walking over to a shelf. With her back turned to you, she speaks to Tuk, "Why don't you go, my child? I have something important to discuss with (Name)."

She didn't need to turn around to sense that Tuk's smile had faded, replaced by a pout. "But—" Tuk begins, but then sighs, realizing deep down that reasoning wouldn't work, "Oh, alright." She stands up and moves over to you, giving you a tight hug before darting out of the hut.

You glance from the hut's entrance back to Mo’at, who is still gathering materials. Then, you make your way deeper inside, taking a seat at the same table she occupied earlier.

You wait patiently for her return, although the restless movement of your clammy hands and your darting eyes might suggest otherwise.

Finally, she returns to your side, walking past you to crouch behind you. "Remove your top," Mo’at instructs firmly, prompting you to scramble to comply. She adds, observing your struggle, "It would be simpler if you were dressed in Na'vi."

Not this again.

"If I complete my rite of passage, I will consider it," you respond, growing exasperated as she raises this topic once again.

You flinch at the sensation of something cold touching your skin but gradually relax as it warms, "When you complete it. Yes, remind me," Mo’at sighs. "How is your progress?"

A smile spreads across your face as you reflect on your achievement earlier in the day, "Well, I believe I have completed my hunting just moments ago," you proudly announce.

"And?" Mo’at prompts you to continue as she applies more ointment.

"As Tuk has mentioned, I brought back a worthy catch."

Mo’at sets the ointment down and begins to wrap your shoulders with foliage. "Good," she chimes, "Your journey is beginning, and the timing is right."

You turn your head to look at her, confusion evident in your eyes as you ponder her words. "What do you mean?" you ask, genuinely puzzled.

Mo’at taps the foliage, testing its stability, and then gazes into your eyes with utmost seriousness. "I have a task for you," she states, "A task meant for you alone."

Her words and the intensity of her gaze make it clear that whatever she is asking is of great importance. But you can't help but wonder why she's choosing you for this.

"What kind of task?" you inquire, your curiosity getting the better of you.

Mo’at steps away from you, picking up the ointment and walking back to the shelf to store it. "Once you complete your passage and become one of our people," she begins, "you will represent us when you journey to the eastern village."

A slight pang in your chest makes you wonder if she's also eager to be rid of you, but it doesn't make much sense why she'd wait until after your rites.

"Why would I go there?" you nervously ask, torn between wanting to know the answer and fearing it.

Mo’at looks back at you, her lips pursed as if processing your question as if it's foreign to her, “There is a need for a healer," she replies matter-of-factly.

Excuse you, what?

"I'm not a healer!" you hastily respond, pulling your shirt over your head and rising to your full height, "How could I even be of assistance?"

Mo’at clicks her tongue in disapproval, "You will help, mend what the sky people have done," she asserts, her voice taking on a heavy, cutting tone that contrasts with her eyes, which hold sadness and softness.

Your bottom lip quivers, a whirlwind of emotions threatening to overpower you—anger, sadness, hurt, all of them negative. Once again, you find yourself being compared to the sky people, just as you feared.

What did you expect, really?

What were your true expectations?

You couldn't find a reason for having to do this, and you doubt Mo’at would explain it even if you asked. You can only hope that you'll understand it by the end of your rites, so you can stop feeling this way because of the person you hold in such high regard.

The only response you can muster is a firm nod, and then you pivot on your heel, rushing out of the hut before she can witness the tears that are on the verge of spilling from your eyes.

This wasn't like you. You had never been this soft, not even when you struggled to survive before now. It wasn't until... until that incident with Sully hut that you started to wear your heart on your sleeve, rather than keeping it guarded.

It was since then that you had felt more vulnerable than ever before.

Blinded by your emotions, you failed to pay attention to your surroundings, and it was too late when you collided with a sturdy wall—no, a sturdy person.

You wipe your eyes as you take a step back, staring up at the individual you bumped into, feeling disappointed and even more upset when you realize it's the last person you would want to see right now.

Why is he here standing outside the healing hut?

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{12} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateex X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Seonghwa)

Words: 10,355

Warnings: Threats, mentions of bones being reset, some blood and injuries. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Finally, a chapter I have been waiting for to write!! lmaoo my apologies if the beginning is a little slow, but there’s some big reveals in this chapter that I really hope you’ll all enjoy. The next few chapters might have some more important truths in relevance to the plot, so I hope you all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Mini Masterlist

“You made her a Drygg Promise?” Seonghwa’s voice is full of disbelief as he stares at the younger dragon across from him.

“What Jongho chooses to do with her is completely up to him.” Hongjoong casually adds, turning the page of the book he’s currently reading. Though, none of them fail to miss how tense their leader seems, the sound of paper being harshly flipped through reaching their ears each time he so much as fingers the next page.

“You understand that if you ever go back on your word, a tattoo like mark will appear on your body branding you for all to see?” Yeosang meets the youngest’s gaze, arms crossed over his chest as a hint of worry bleeds into his tone.

Those that break a Drygg Promise are branded in dishonour, marking them as someone unfaithful and untrustworthy to others. It is one of the greatest shames that can befall a dragon, for the mark can never be removed, nor the magic ever be undone. Once a Drygg Promise is broken, it can never be made again.

“I know.” Jongho hums. “Which is why I never intend to break it.”

“Keeping a Drygg Promise is easier said than done.” Yunho states, sharing a brief look with the younger male across the room.

“Did she make one back?” There’s a hint of irritation to Wooyoung’s tone, his entire body stiff as he leans against the wall.

“No,” as soon as the word leaves Jongho’s lip, the male seemingly relaxes. “This one was purely just intended for me.”

“But she agreed to it?” Hongjoong glances at the youngest out of the corner of his eyes, watching the male carefully.

“She didn’t push me away.” Comes the younger’s response.

San pouts, shoulders slumping as he sits in his seat. He wanted to be the first one to make a Drygg Promise with you. It didn’t matter what it was, he just wanted to prove to you how loyal he could be. How faithful. Especially to you.

“You know as well as I do that once the connection is made, there’s no preventing that magic from taking hold.” Yunho sighs, meeting gazes with Hongjoong. “Whether she wanted him to be or not, he’s bound to it. At least from what he’s told us, it’s just him.”

“Why would you do something so stupid?” Mingi shakes his head in disproval, turning to look at Jongho in the next second. “Least of all for her?”

“If I recall correctly, you did some pretty stupid things when you were trying to impress that one she-wolf quite a few years back,” Yeosang hums, flicking his bangs out of his eyes.

Red begins to creep up Mingi’s neck, the male sputtering briefly. “Well, at least I didn’t imprint, or do something as stupid as make her a Drygg Promise!”

“You act like it’s the end of the world.” San grumbles, visibly becoming more upset the longer that this conversation drags on.

“I did what I felt was best at the time,” Jongho shrugs. “My love for her is none of your concern.”

“It is when you threaten our clan’s quest for the crown!” Seonghwa snaps, chest heaving with every breath he takes.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to find this stupid crown!” Jongho retorts, brow tugging downwards in a frown. “It’s made you completely power hungry and desperate to rule! Do you really think that you’d make a good leader when you can’t even swallow your pride for ten fucking seconds and admit your own faults?”

“Watch it, Jongho-“

It’s Mingi that gets cut off by the youngest next.

“And you!” He seethes, rounding on the flaming headed male. “Burning every fucking thing to the ground any chance you get? Tell me, again, how your anger isn’t controlling you.”

“Jongho.” Yunho stands, moving towards the younger dragon in attempts to deescalate the situation before it goes any further.

“None of us are fit to be rulers,” he continues. “Not when half of us can hardly make decisions on how we handle things or how we feel about them.”

Yeosang’s eyes narrow pointedly.

“Not when half of us can barely control our emotions.” Jongho’s eye flash at both Seonghwa and Mingi. “We don’t deserve it.”

“Jongho.” Hongjoong’s eyes flash, his book slamming closed. “That’s enough.”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been thinking about it, too.” The youngest huffs, a puff of smoke escaping his nostrils at how heated he’s become.

“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” Hongjoong’s voice is low, ominous as he slowly stands to his feet. 

The scraping of the chair against the wooden floor fills the silence in the room, each male now much more tense than before. A weight has settled over all of them, looming over their heads like a thundercloud.

“I am tired of these fucking raids,” Jongho’s entire expression drops, shoulders slouching as he curls in on himself. “I am tried of having everyone fear us everywhere we go. Our clan name shouldn’t be a cause for terror, or despair. It should be one to be celebrated and supported. There is no honour in senseless violence or killing. I am tired of all this bloodshed. Aren���t you?”

A heavy silence fills the air, drowning them in the harshness of Jongho’s confession.

Seonghwa sees red.

“You’re starting to sound like that fucking huntress-“

Snarls echo around the room, yet none are as loud, or as surprising as Yeosang’s.

“Don’t call her that.” The male’s lips are pulled back over his teeth, fangs on full display.

“What’s the matter with you?” Seonghwa voices, incredulously. “Has she bewitched you, too?”

“Don’t you dare go there, Hwa.” Wooyoung takes a menacing step forward.

“Yeosang couldn’t trust her, and then he spends one fucking day with her and suddenly he’s smitten!” Seonghwa counters. “You can’t blame me for knowing that she’s put a spell on all of you at this point. The fact that she made you make her a Drygg Promise just confirms it. She’s obviously toying with your-“

“I made her that fucking Drygg Promise of my own free will, Seonghwa,” Jongho’s tone is but a growl on his lips as he cuts the elder off. “Perhaps it’s you who needs to reevaluate how you see her.”

“It’s not like we’re going to be able to change it now,” Mingi sighs, shaking his head lightly.

“Even you are acting fucking different towards her since the other day.” Seonghwa’s eyes narrow at the younger male with the flaming hair. “What’s gotten into you?”

“We aren’t as stubborn as you are, Hwa.” Yunho says, eyes flashing at the eldest. “We’ve actually taken the time to get to know her, and realize that she’s not a bad person. We can learn a lot from her. Just look at how far San and Wooyoung have come with their medicinal training in a month!”

“I’m surprised she hasn’t poisoned you, yet.” Seonghwa grumbles, diverting his gaze to the floor for a brief moment.

San, Jongho, and Wooyoung all go to lunge at the eldest. Even Yeosang and Yunho twitch slightly in their spots, but again, it’s Hongjoong that acts first.

Slamming the eldest against the wall, Hongjoong pins him with an arm across the  elder male’s chest. The younger’s eyes are a deep gold, flashing dangerously beneath the moonlight as Seonghwa’s own widen in response.

“I will not have you speaking ill of the woman that has not only saved your life, but the lives of your brothers more times than I can count. She has been kind enough to extend her knowledge to us after the multiple stunts you’ve pulled against her and her clan.” Hongjoong seethes, lips pulled back in a snarl as his fangs begin to elongate. “You bring more shame to yourself every fucking day, Seonghwa, that you do not admit your own shortcomings, and apologize for your mistakes. Jongho’s right, you would make a terrible ruler. We all would.”

Seonghwa can feel his heart pounding inside his chest, the familiar bitter taste of tears beginning to form behind his eyes. He blinks them back, but from the way Hongjoong presses him harder into the wall, the elder can tell that the younger is nowhere near finished with him yet.

“Until you can fucking get your head out of your ass, you are banished from this household until further notice.” Hongjoong commands, and he can feel the way Seonghwa’s breath hitches in his throat based on the way his chest freezes beneath his arm. “Do not come back until you have both learned the error of your ways, and have apologized to the woman we owe our lives to.”

In the next moment, Hongjoong shoves himself off of the elder male, backing away from him slowly. None of the others dare to say anything as Seonghwa spares one final glance around at all of them, worried about incurring the wrath of their leader after such a tense exchange.

“Fine,” Seonghwa huffs, straightening out his shirt. “If this is how all of you are going to act, I don’t want to be here, anyways.”

Without another word, or waiting for an answer, Seonghwa storms out of the house. The crisp night air greets him, and he’s immediately shifting, taking off into the night sky without a single glance back.

The six remaining males turn to look at a heaving Hongjoong. 

Yunho, San, and Jongho all blink in shock.

“You really chose that witch over your own brother?” Mingi looks appalled, lips parted in disbelief at his leader.

“Watch it, Min.” Hongjoong’s eyes flash as he turns towards the taller male. “Do you want to get banned, too?”

“Not particularly,” he shakes his head sightly, hands raised in his own defence.

“Good.” Hongjoong nods once. “Because despite what it looks like, I’d really rather not have this clan fall apart.”

“We have noticed a slight change in you, Min.” Yunho observes. “Ever since you talked with her that one day.”

“You’re less…” San searches for the proper word, “hotheaded at times.”

Yeosang says nothing, observing the scene before him with his arms crossed over his chest. Casually, he leans back against the wall, making brief eye contact with the taller male. He quirks a brow.

“She just gave me something to think about, is all.” Mingi clears his throat, a faint blush beginning to creep up his neck.

“You? Thinking?” Wooyoung voices, eyes wide in amazement. “I never thought I’d see the day.”

Threateningly, Mingi takes a small step in the shorter male’s direction.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Wooyoung laughs, putting his hands in front of himself for protection. “It’s just nice to have a conversation without it all bursting into flames.”

This time, Mingi doesn’t stop himself from lunging at the younger male. In a flash, he has Wooyoung in a headlock, the younger thrashing in his arms in attempts to escape.

A long sigh is escaping Hongjoong’s lips in the next second, noticing how Jongho has seemingly slipped out of the front door in all of the commotion.

“Where’d our youngest go?” San frowns, looking around the room.

“Probably to clear his head,” Yunho responds, pulling Wooyoung out of Mingi’s grasp.

The younger male immediately starts praising Yunho, all the while sticking his tongue out at Mingi who is being held back by the taller male.

“I’ve never seen Jongho act like this,” Yeosang’s gaze is locked on the wooden floor, a frown tugging at his features.

“He’s never really been huge on the whole quest for the crown.” Hongjoong shrugs, leaning back against the side of the table. “You all know this.”

“He’s always been silent about this kind of stuff, though.” San’s brow furrows, arms crossing over his chest.

“You know as well as I do that he can get very impatient at times.” Hongjoong replies, staring out of the window as if he can see that familiar golden dragon flying in the distance. “This whole imprinting thing is probably weighing on him in its own ways. He did think she was human.”

“We all did.” Yunho hums knowingly.

“I don’t think he cares about waiting for her in terms of the imprint,” Yeosang adds. “I just think he’s feeling inadequate for her in general.”

“I think you’re right,” Hongjoong sighs once more, turning his attention back to the males standing around the room before him. “It’s frustrating when you want to learn all there is about a person, but they keep you at arms length.”

“Speaking from experience, Leader?” Mingi quirks a brow.

“I’m just saying I can understand how Jongho feels.” Hongjoong responds, tilting his head in Mingi’s direction.

“I think we all can.” San mumbles, rubbing a hand over the side of his face.

A look is shared between Yunho, Hongjoong, San, and Wooyoung. Even Yeosang spares a quick glance upwards in response.

“Trust isn’t something that’s given,” Mingi comments, already heading down the hallway and to his room for the evening. “It’s earned.”

The sound of his door swinging shut echoes through the silence that has befallen the room. Five males can only stand there in shock, sparing glances at one another at the words that have just been uttered by their hotheaded brother.

Did he just agree with something you have always believed?

Blinking, Hongjoong clears his thoughts enough to face the remaining four males before him. “Remember, don’t let Seonghwa back in unless he has fulfilled his requirements. No matter what.”

Firm nods of agreement greet Hongjoong in response, the other males dispersing to their rooms for the evening shortly after that. Hongjoong, on the other hand, steps outside, the fresh air helping to cool his heated skin and clear his head even further.

Wordlessly, he shifts into his true form, stretching his wings out before leaping into the night sky. It wouldn’t hurt to take a quick flight around the area, and maybe even check in on you this evening.

After all, he’s just doing what he should be as his clan’s leader, and making sure Seonghwa hasn’t done anything to harm you in retaliation to his decision. No other reason…

You, on the other hand, had finally been able to finish that book you had been meaning to all those long weeks ago. Your eyes are strained, and exhaustion seeps into every pore of your body as you blow out the oil lamp resting beside you.

Just as you begin to crawl into bed, you sense a familiar presence flying closer and closer to your cabin. You’ve long since sensed the other circling over the area for at least ten minutes or so, so when you feel the other, you believed it’s simply Hongjoong coming to collect their youngest for the evening.

Unbeknownst to you, as you succumb to the darkness of your own consciousness, both dragons opt to steer clear of one another. Not once do they cross paths, purposely avoiding the other as they pass protectively over your territory.

Little do any of you realize that they stay for the entire night.

The very next day, Yunho visits you with Yeosang by his side. 

To say that you’re surprised would be an understatement, considering you would have expected either Jongho or Hongjoong to have brought you the news of Seonghwa’s temporary banishment. Either way, you’re grateful for the information, inviting them in for lunch all the same. A fact of which they both gladly accept, Yeosang attempting to not look too eager as this will be the first time he’ll get to properly eat your cooking firsthand.

They stay for a few hours, offering you help around your house to do some small chores in thanks for the meal. You accept, and in no time at all, have completed your small list of things to do for the day.

Some time in the afternoon, you hear both Chenle and Renjun enter your house. You could sense their presences getting closer, and you noticed that Yunho’s head lifts ever so slightly when they get about thirty feet from your door.

A subtle smile had pulled at your features at that, happy to know that your training with San and Wooyoung has been beneficial not just for them, but their brothers, too. You may not have agreed to train any of the other Halas, yet, but that doesn’t mean they cannot train each other.

Needless to say, once both Renjun and Chenle entered your house to see those two specific Hala dragons sitting in your living room with you, all sharing glasses of iced mint tea, they were shocked. Chenle immediately ran over and jumped into your lap, smothering you in his affection and noticing how the smaller Hala of the two attempted to hide his irritation. At least he did better at hiding his annoyance than Yunho.

Some time later, all four of them opted to leave you for the evening. The Halas told you that they didn’t want to overstay their welcome, to which you replied that they were welcome anytime.

Both Yunho and Yeosang had blushed at that, small smiles tugging at their features as they bid you a final farewell and took off into the sky. Of course, Renjun and Chenle shared a look between one another as this occurred, a knowing gleam shining within the elder’s eyes.

The two Neos left shortly after that, Chenle reluctant to head home as always. He promised to come see you again soon, to which you simply chuckled at, and sent them both on their merry way.

Days pass, and both San and Wooyoung happily continue their training with you. More often that not, they are accompanied by one or more of their brothers, if they don’t come to visit you themselves on their own time. It’s nice having the company, and they get along great with your Neos, so you’re no longer worried about any conflicts arising. Hell, even Mingi has been starting to join his brothers at times, a fact which surprises both you, and them, more often than not.

For over a week, none of them have seen sight, nor heard any sound of Seonghwa. You track him the odd time, just to ease the worry in Hongjoong’s mind, apparent in the way the male’s hands twitch in his own hold, and his brow creases occasionally. 

How you manage to be able to find the eldest so quickly, over such a vast territory still amazes him. Hongjoong has half the mind to ask you to teach him how you do it, but he doesn’t want to overstep. Though, you seem to catch on pretty quickly.

“I’ll send a message when I’m ready to teach you,” you smile, and it’s as if that single expression lights up the entire room. Then, you’re turning towards Yeosang and Yunho. “Do you two still wish to accompany me to Rose Village soon?”

Out of the corner of your eyes, you notice Jongho stiffen.

“If you’ll have us,” Yeosang replies, a slight nod to his head.

“Again, I’ll send word when I’m ready.” You meet his gaze, shifting to look at Yunho in the next second. “I don’t know how you convinced Taeyong, but if he’s okay with skipping his favourite supply run of the month, then I have no issues with you two joining me.”

“If it’s his supply run, why do you have to go?” Jongho grumbles, arms crossed over his chest.

“I usually only join him on this run twice a year.” You say, turning to face the pouting male leaning against the side wall. “There’s a specific harvest festival that happens during both the spring and autumn seasons. I usually just gather the rarer herbs that the merchants bring in. Taeyong enjoys going for the flowers.”

“Don’t tell him you said that,” Renjun pops his head out your backdoor, wiping his hands on a cloth. “It’ll ruin his reputation.”

“Oh, my bad,” you playfully roll your eyes. “Big scary Neo leader likes flowers, big shocker there.”

“Wait, so it’s not Jungwoo that made the giant garden in their front yard?” San’s brows furrow, head tilting curiously in your direction.

“Oh, Jungwoo makes sure to maintain it,” you grin. “Along with dear Junnie here.”

At the way you move over to affectionately wrap your arm around the male’s shoulders, shaking him slightly, Renjun sends you a glare.

“My Neos are softer than you think,” you chuckle.

“We could still level a mountain if we wanted to,” Renjun grumbles.

“I know,” you hum, smiling fondly. “I would be upset if you couldn’t. Considering I taught you how to.”

“You can level a mountain?” Nothing but awe paints San’s features, the other Halas looking no different despite those that attempt to hide it.

“I can do many things, Sannie Boy,” you smile, though it becomes a little more unnerving the longer they all stare at you. “You just haven’t asked.”

The Halas all share a brief look between one another. None can deny the way hope begins to flood their veins, hearts beating erratically within their chests. Are you implying what they think you are? Are you, perhaps, beginning to trust them?

“Taeyong knows how to balance himself well,” you comment, shooting a brief glance at Mingi out of the corner of your eyes before turning to stare directly at Yeosang. “Wind can be harsh, and destructive, but it can also be calm, and refreshing. To every disaster, there is always hope.”

Yeosang nods, an understanding crossing his features as the others turn to look his way.

“Every power is like that,” you add, dropping your arm from around Renjun’s shoulder, much to the male’s content. “There’s good and bad in everything. What matters is how you wield it.”

“Oh, don’t start that lecture again,” Renjun rolls his eyes playfully at you, poking your arm lightly. “You have things to do.”

You shoot him a look before huffing out a laugh, “I suppose you’re right.”

“We better get going, anyways,” Hongjoong says, motioning for the rest of his clan to move with a jerk of his chin.

“We can stay and help,” Wooyoung offers, an eager gleam shining within his eyes.

You smile, “not this time.”

The way both he, San, and Jongho all visibly deflate at your response has you shaking your head, almost affectionately, at them.

“I’ll see you all again, soon enough,” you promise, waving them off. “Be safe. All of you.”

This is the first time Mingi has heard you wish them well while leaving, and he cannot deny the way his heart falters for the briefest of moments. A warmth unlike anything he’s ever felt before floods his veins, beginning from within his chest and spreading outwards. A feeling which he wants to feel more of, and soon.

Taking off into the sky, each Hala can still feel your gaze locked on them, tails flicking happily in the breeze. For the first time in a long time, they circle around one another, teasingly brushing each other with their wings, or rolling over their backs mid-flight. It makes them feel like their old selves again, a joy washing over them that they haven’t felt in a long time.

Finally, they can relax a little. Be more carefree. The weight of searching for the crown is no longer pressing against each of their shoulders, and it’s all thanks to you.

***

The tenth night after Seonghwa’s banishment from their nest, you hear a knock at your door. It’s faint enough that you almost miss it, as if whoever it is simply brushed their knuckles against the wood. However, from the presence you sense just on the other side, you know it simply isn’t just the wind.

With your guard high, and lights illuminating the kitchen, you open the backdoor.

The sight that greets you is one you honestly never would have expected, blinking mildly in shock.

There, looking even worse than the night you caught him with your dagger, stands the eldest Hala dragon. Scars litter what little exposed skin you can see of him, dirt and blood smeared against every free inch of his clothes. He holds his wrist in his one hand - the same one you broke all those weeks ago - rubbing it tenderly with his fingers. A gentle click can be heard each time he does so, the bones shifting uncomfortably beneath his skin.

His eyes are bloodshot as he meets your own, tears lining the corners and threatening to fall at any second. He keeps his lower lip caught between his teeth, grimacing as he meets your gaze.

Your nose crinkles from the stench radiating off of him, and you hear him sniffle.

You quirk a brow.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” his voice comes out small, strained from what little use he’s made of it over the past ten days.

The eldest avoids your gaze, suddenly finding the wooden flooring beneath your feet the most interesting thing he’s ever seen in his life.

“So, you decided to show up on your enemy’s back porch?” You hum, leaning against the frame of your open door.

“You are not my enemy.”

To say his words shock you would be an understatement, unable to hide the surprise from pulling at your features.

“Why did you simply not just go home?” Your tone is softer than a moment ago, and he finally lifts his gaze to meet your own.

The first of his tears begin to slip down his face. “I can’t go home.”

“Oh?” You tilt your head slightly in inquiry. “And why is that?”

He purses his lips as best he can, but he cannot prevent the way that his chin trembles.

The next moment, he straightens himself, as if in attempts to control his emotions. “Forget it.”

The way you can just tell that he’s attempting to hold on to the last shreds of his pride as he goes to turn away from you has a low sigh escaping your lips.

“Asking for help does not make you weak, Hala.” You state, noticing how he freezes in his spot at your words.

“Seonghwa.” His voice is gruff as he spares a glance at you from over his shoulder. “My name is Seonghwa.”

“And I shall refer to you as Hala until I deem it time for you to hear your name being graced by my lips.” You reply, arms crossed over your chest. “Do not forget you went after my back not once, but twice after I spared your life both times. Not only that, but you continue to insult me, and threaten me after everything I have done for both you and your clan. I have every right to watch you die right here on my back porch this very second, and revel in every moment of it.”

You do not fail to miss the way he flinches at your words, guard raising as his lips pull back in a snarl.

“This was a waste of time,” he manages to get out through gritted teeth, turning away from you once more.

“You need to work on your perception, Boy,” you state. “I never said I wouldn’t help you.”

Yet again, your words have him freezing in his tracks.

“I owe that much to those brothers of yours.” You hum. “Perhaps one more so than the others.”

“Jongho,” he whispers, turning back around to face you, approaching you cautiously all the while.

“Yes, you have your youngest to thank for this,” you nod softly, relaxing your tense shoulders the slightest bit. “He continues to surprise me every day.”

“Then you’ve-“

“No.” Your reply is somewhat firm, a gentle shake to your head. “I have not. But, like I said, he continues to surprise me.”

Seonghwa says nothing as he steps right up before the threshold of your door, that invisible barrier still keeping him out for now.

“Do you have any life threatening injuries that I cannot immediately see.” You ask him, eyes quickly trailing over the front of his torso.

You do not fail to miss the way that he seemingly shivers beneath your gaze.

“I don’t think so.” He mumbles, shifting slightly from foot to foot. Again, he rubs his wrist, the bones clicking together unnaturally.

“Alright, then you need to bathe before I treat you.” You reply bluntly.

“Excuse me?” He blinks, clearly taken aback by your command.

“Well, other than the fact that you reek for the moment, the cleaner you are, the easier it will be to treat your wounds.” You explain, a knowing look to your eyes. “Wounds that I’m surprised haven’t started healing by themselves, yet.”

“Where the fuck do you suggest I do that?” He counters, irritated frown pulling at his features.

“If you learned some patience, Young One, you would have already been told the answer by now.” Your gaze sharpens, shoulders tenser than a moment ago.

His lips purse once more, jaw twitching slightly in response.

“I will allow you to bathe inside, but the second I sense any hostility from you, I will not hesitate to reestablish my barrier.” A firm look is sent his way. “Believe me when I say: you do not want to know what it feels like to have your lungs crushed from the inside out.”

Visibly, the eldest Hala swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing from the movement.

“Do you understand?” Your eyes flash, an undertone of a threat to your words.

A brief pause.

“I understand.”

“Good,” you nod once before backing away from him slowly. “You may follow me.”

Hesitantly, Seonghwa takes a step towards your house. Slowly, he raises his one hand, testing the entranceway for that barrier to see if he’ll run face first into that invisible wall. When he feels none, a mild look of surprise crosses his features, but it’s gone just as quickly as it appears. Wordlessly, he enters your house.

The whole time you lead him to your bathroom, you keep your front facing him. Your eyes are sharp, guiding him through the house without even so much as a glance behind you to check where you’re going. Even when you reach the bathroom, you keep your gaze fixed on him while you begin to set everything up.

To say Seonghwa is a little unnerved would be an understatement. He would have thought you’d need to check your surroundings at least once on the trek to your bathroom. However, the way you watch him like a hawk doesn’t necessarily surprise him. He knows he deserves it. Hell, if he were you, he’d be doing the exact same thing.

“The towel is on the rack.” You comment, moving around him once he fully steps into the room. “Unfortunately, I cannot wash your clothes in such a short amount of time, but I’ll lay out some fresh ones on the bed for when you’re done. Don’t worry, they’re not mine.”

“They belong to your cubs, or something?” His voice is low, eyes darting almost longingly to the tub with faint steam rising from it.

“Or something,” you breathe. “I’ll be in the kitchen once you’re done. You decide whether or not you want to keep your shirt on while I treat your wounds.”

Without another word, you’re closing the door quite harshly in his face.

Letting out a low sigh, Seonghwa runs a his fingers through his hair. His whole body aches, and it’s a pain to even so much as strip himself of his tarnished clothes, but he does. 

What’s even more surprising to him is how you actually agreed to help him. Sure, your guard is still high, and it’s clear you don’t trust him, but you still allowed him into your home. You still drew him a bath, and are going to treat his wounds.

Perhaps he should follow his instincts more often. Maybe, just maybe, Jongho and his other brothers are right. For once in his life, Seonghwa should swallow his pride. He may just likes what becomes of it.

Sliding into the water, the male nearly lets out a low groan at the way the warmth immediately begins to loosen his tense muscles. The faint scent of lavender and lilac fills the room, and he finds himself relaxing more into the tub the longer he lingers.

A little while later, and after Seonghwa has finished cleaning himself up, he steps out of the tub. Some of his smaller cuts have seemingly healed in the time he took to bathe, his muscles feeling looser and more relaxed.

Sure enough, once he steps out of the bathroom, nothing but a towel around his waist, he sees a small pile of clothes left on the end of your bed for him. They’re clean, but he cannot help but notice the undeniable scent of a male faintly clinging to the material.

For some reason, it bothers him.

Yet, you sure are extending a tremendous amount of trust in him right now. Maybe, you’re simply testing him. Seeing what he will do if left alone in your room without you watching over him at every turn. He could tear your entire house apart right now if he wanted to, but he doubts you would let him so much as scratch your walls. Either way, he’s still cautious. He doesn’t trust you fully yet, either.

Stepping back into the kitchen, he sees you already leaning against the side counter with your arms crossed. Jars and bowls of ointment and herbs rest on the counter before you, oil lamps spread throughout the room and illuminating the space brightly.

“Better?” You meet his gaze, not even fazed that he left the shirt you gave him undone for the moment.

A curt nod is all that greets you in response, his hand once more coming up to rub at that one wrist of his. Again, a small clicking can be heard emanating from the bones each time he rolls it.

You click your tongue. “You really don’t know how to survive in the wilderness on your own, do you?”

“Of course I do!” Immediately, he goes to defend himself, scowl taking over his features. “I just-“

You raise a hand in the air, halting his protests dead in their tracks. “You fell into a bush of wild rat thorns while chasing something, didn’t you?”

At the way he remains silent, you have your answer.

You sigh. “Are you aware of what wild rat thorns are?”

“They’re thorns, aren’t they?” He replies smartly, his features twisted into a frown.

You snort out a laugh. “You’re technically not wrong.”

“If my wrist didn’t give out on me, I wouldn’t be in this mess right now,” he snaps, eyes flashing dangerously as he meets your gaze. “It’s your fault I’m hurt.”

“Not my problem you let it heal incorrectly.” You hum, pushing yourself off of your counter in order to step towards your supplies all laid out before you. “Also, not my fault, when I was simply defending myself against your disgraceful attack.”

“I should have just killed you when I had the chance,” his scowl deepens, fangs glinting in the light of the lamps.

You sigh, shaking your head. “Do you not ever tire of the front you put up, Hala? Does it not weigh on you every day?”

The way his breath hitches is slight, but you do not fail to miss the way he freezes momentarily in his spot.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His voice is low, deadly.

“Don’t I?” You quirk a brow, leaning forward to rest your one palm flat on the counter before you. “You’re the type to carry the weight of the entire world on your shoulders. Every little thing that goes wrong, you blame yourself for, lashing out at anything or anyone when they try and get close. You wish to become stronger so those same mistakes never happen again, and when they do, it consumes you. You always feel as if you have something to prove, too. ‘Best them before they can best you’, am I right?”

“What do you know about it?” He hisses, his eyes glazing over as a fresh set of tears begin to prick his vision.

“You and I are more alike than you realize,” you meet his gaze. “I was exactly as you are, once. I see my former self every time I look at you, back when I almost completely lost myself.”

Seonghwa’s expression is stern, whole body tense as he stands across from you. His hands are balled into fists at his side, and they begin to shake in a barely controlled rage. His eyes flash gold.

“You know nothing.” He spits, tone but a harsh growl on his lips.

“I know more than you do, Boy,” your own eyes flash in warning, mixing some herbs together in a bowl. “I know how toxic your behaviour can be, especially to those around you. There is only so much that another can put up with, if you do not choose to change, even if they care about you deeply.”

“You don’t know me.” His voice is low, body angled towards you as if he’s ready to strike at a moment’s notice.

“No, I do not,” you agree. “And you do not know me. But, as I have said, I have been where you are, and believe me when I say that you do not want to slip any further down that cliff. There is almost no coming back from it.”

Seonghwa smartly remains quiet, but there’s no hiding the disgust that pulls at his features.

“Now, would you still like me to treat your woulds, or are you going to throw another tantrum and storm out?” You quirk a brow, raising the one mortar in your hand and shaking it slightly.

Seonghwa takes a moment to think over his answer before wordlessly sitting himself down on the stool at the edge of your counter. His decision seems to please you, for the corner of your lips are quirking upwards as you nod once in his direction.

“When was the last time you properly ate something?” You ask, grabbing a separate bowl off of the side counter as you approach him.

The way his stomach growls is answer enough.

“That’s what I thought.” You chuckle, sliding the bowl full of berries over to him. “Eat that, and then drink this.”

Pouring the mixture of herbs into a steaming cup of water, you begin to swirl the contents with a wooden spoon.

Warily, Seonghwa eyes the fruit before him. He can feel his stomach twisting in hunger, but he’s cautious. Who knows what you could have added to these berries while he wasn’t in the room.

“I didn’t poison them, if that’s what you’re worried about.” You roll your eyes, taking a step forward to pluck a berry from the bowl and pop it into your mouth. You make a big show of swallowing the fruit before meeting his gaze. “See.”

Still, he doesn’t move.

“Look, you need to have something in your stomach for the tea to properly work.” You sigh, rubbing at the bridge of your nose with you one hand. “I can see that the herbs in the bath helped your minor wounds, but if you’ve been practically starved these past ten days, drinking this on an empty stomach won’t be beneficial to your health.”

A moment of silence passes between the both of you as you continue to stare at one another. That is, until the sound of his stomach growling quite loudly cuts through the tension.

You chuckle, a knowing look sparkling in your eyes as he grumbles to himself. He pulls the bowl of berries in closer. Slowly, reluctantly, he begins to eat the berries, eyeing you cautiously all the while.

Exhaling an amused huff, you place the tea beside him. “Good Boy.”

It’s faint, but Seonghwa hates the way his back straightens the slightest bit at your words.

“How do you know all of this?” He asks after a few minutes of stillness.

“I believe I have mentioned before that my father has trained me vigorously since I was small.” You reply. “Then again, I’m surprised your brothers haven’t shared all that they can about me in their little story times.”

“I wouldn’t know,” he mumbles, finally take a small sip of the tea you’ve brewed him. 

The flavour isn’t anything special, but the more he drinks, the more strength he feels returning to his body. A warmth begins to spread outwards, radiating from the centre of his chest, heart beating firmer within. His wrist doesn’t hurt as badly, either.

“Ah,” you nod lightly in understanding. “I see.”

“The never shut up about you,” he says after a minute, staring into that now empty bowl.

“Do you still believe I have deceived them all with some spell?” Your voice is even, a hint of amusement bleeding through.

He takes a moment to think about it, hiding the lower half of his face behind the cup as he hums, “undecided.”

You laugh. For the first time in front of the eldest, you laugh.

To say the sound catches Seonghwa off guard would be an understatement, but it’s welcome, nonetheless.

“I may be strong, Hala, but deception is not something I have ever been good at.” You respond, grabbing a jar from your supplies on the counter and opening the lid. “At least, not bewitchments.”

At the familiar faint smell of lavender that fills the room when you open that jar, Seonghwa immediately know what type of ointment resides inside.

“Yes, you should be familiar with this paste,” you smile lightheartedly, watching as the tips of his ears dust a light red. “Yeosang informed me that you had run out of the last jar you stole.”

“Of course he did,” the eldest sighs, his one nail scratching lightly over a pattern on top of your wooden counter.

“Then, you know how to apply it,” you push the jar towards him.

“I thought you were supposed to be treating me?” He shoots you a brief look out of the corner of his eyes.

“I’m sure you don’t want me getting up close and personal with you any time soon,” you tilt your head knowingly. “You are more than capable of applying the treatment to the affected areas. Though, it won’t heal your wrist.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my wrist.” He counters, holding it to his chest protectively as his eyes narrow.

“Right.” You shake your head in disbelief. “And it doesn’t click every time you twist it.”

For the nth time this night, he purses his lips, but says nothing.

“It didn’t set, nor heal properly.” You continue.

“No thanks to you.” He spits, frown suddenly tugging onto his features.

“Would you like me to fix it for you?” You inquire, leaning once more against the side counter. “I can’t promise that it’ll be painless, but at least you won’t have any permanent damage this way.”

Seonghwa gently places his hand back onto the top of your counter, staring intently at his wrist.

“Why would you offer to help me? I’ve done nothing but disgrace you since we’ve met.” Seonghwa’s voice is low, words but a whisper on his lips.

“I am not unreasonable, Hala,” you reply, tone soft as if you’re coaxing a child out from hiding in the closet. “Like I said, you and I are more alike than you realize. Sometimes all it takes is one moment of kindness to show you a new perspective on life. Besides, I owe your brother.”

“I don’t understand you,” he shakes his head, lifting his gaze to meet yours in the next second. “You hold yourself like an ancient, yet you aren’t one. Why?”

“Does that bother you?” The corner of your lips tug upwards as you move to pull up another stool across from him.

“Not going to lie,” he rests both his palms flat on the table. “It pisses me off.”

“Because you hate the ancients?” You ask casually, dragging over a small bowl filled with a herbal liquid to rest before you. A cloth rests over the side, to which you begin to drag through the mixture, squeezing out the excess shortly afterwards.

“How do you know if I hate the ancients or not?” His tone is guarded, but he doesn’t look away.

“I told you, we are more alike than you think,” you sigh, wringing out the final drops of that mixture from the cloth. “Give me your wrist.”

Extending your left hand out, you hold it with the palm facing upwards to him.

Briefly, his eyes dart from your face to your hand, a hint of hesitancy to his movements. Still, he reaches out his injured wrist, placing his hand in yours gently.

Your touch is soft as you tenderly wrap the cloth around his wrist. In fact, it’s much more tender than anything the eldest could have ever expected.

A shiver caresses his spine.

“This will hurt,” you repeat your words from earlier as you meet his gaze. “Do you need to bite down on something, or will you be okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” his reply is gruff, already preparing himself for what is about to come.

“Brace yourself,” you warn. “I promise to make this quick.”

“Will you hurry up already- fuck!” 

A loud crack echoes around the room as tears spring to the eldest eyes. The fingers of his other hand dig harshly into the wood of your counter, and he’s surprised he doesn’t smash the wood with how hard he’s gripping onto it. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth, puncturing the skin lightly. Enough so, that he can taste the faintest bit of blood on his tongue.

Softly, you coo at him, brushing your thumbs overtop of the cloth as you set his bones properly. 

Seonghwa takes this time to observe you carefully. Your face holds no malice in your expression, a softness to your features as you caress his wrist. There is an air about you that demands attention and respect, but he thinks it’s not even conscious on your part. An air of which he’s drawn to, inexplicably.

His gaze shifts back to your hands, still cradling his one wrist so tenderly. His eyes lock on faint scars lining your skin, raised in uneven bumps along the surface. Though, with the way they follow a circlet type pattern around your wrists, a sort of understanding washes over him. Scars of which he or his brothers have never noticed before, until he got this close.

As soon as you’re done, it’s like a wave of calm settles over him. His chest still heaves, but he finds the pain in his wrist ebbing away with each breath he takes. The bones in his wrist are healing unnaturally fast, and he realizes with one glance into your golden eyes, that this is your doing.

“You’re a healing dragon.” He states, a sense of awed bitterness radiating off of him.

“Not quite,” you sigh, finally releasing the hold you have on his wrist and taking the cloth with you.

“The hell do you mean, ‘not quite’,” his lips curl, that familiar anger flashing within his eyes.

“My existence is a myth in itself, Boy,” your eyes narrow as you push yourself up from your spot, moving to dump the excess liquid into the sink.

“What do you mean?” His brow furrows as he leans back slightly in his seat, observing you carefully. “Is that why there are scars of iron burnt around your wrist?”

A warning growl echoes around the room. “Be careful, Boy. You are asking questions way beyond your league.”

Seonghwa takes a moment as he looks down at his own hands which he has pulled into his lap. His wrist no longer hurts. Instead, a dull warmth has settled in his bones beneath his skin. He flexes his hand. “I’m sorry.”

You drop the bowl into the sink.

A brief silence settles over the both of you, only breaking once Seonghwa clears his throat.

“Thank you for healing my wrist.” He stands, and you can only blink at him in shock as he bows to you. “I apologize for all that I have done to hurt you. I can never take back my words or actions, but I realize now that I have misjudged you. Thank you for taking care of me when I don’t deserve it.”

A few more seconds pass by with him bowed lowly to you before he’s straightening himself. A moment later, and he’s heading towards your backdoor.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The corner of your lips quirk as you lean against the side of the counter.

“I fear I’ve overstayed and overstepped.” He replies.

“You’re suddenly a lot calmer than you just were a few minutes ago.” You comment. “What changed?”

Briefly, his gaze darts down to your wrists, and you sigh.

“So, seeing the scars my old iron shackles gave me was the deciding factor?” You voice, and you watch as he’s shifts uncomfortably from foot to foot.

Again, he remains silent.

“You certainly are a strange one, Hala,” you shake your head before motioning back to the stool he had previously been occupying with your chin. “Sit. We have much to discuss.”

Slowly, he creeps back over to his seat, sitting himself stiffly on the stool. He can only watch as you slide that still open jar of ointment closer to him from over the counter.

“Looks like you now pity me in the same ways I pity you,” you hum.

“I don’t need your pity,” he retorts, snatching that jar off of the top of the counter as he begins to rub the ointment over his upper body.

“And I do not need yours.” You agree. “That does not prevent it from still being there.”

“You never answered my earlier question.” He diverts the topic. “About why you hate the ancients.”

You move back over to your own stool, tugging it a little further out from the counter before sitting back down.

“Most of the ancients hold power to the highest regard. It has been engrained into me since I was small, and took years for me to unlearn that power isn’t everything.” You begin, eyes narrowing carefully at the dragon across from you. “I guard myself as I do because my father always raised me as a weapon. I was not supposed to ever exist.”

“That does’t explain why you hate the ancients.” He mumbles, pausing only briefly in his application of the salve to glance upwards in your direction.

“I don’t hate my Uncle, but I certainly resent my father.” Comes your blunt reply.

Seonghwa nearly drops the jar in his one hand before clinging to it for dear life. His eyes widen significantly, gaze darting upwards to meet your own.

“The reason I hold myself like an ancient, Boy, is because I was raised by one.” You state, voice giving away a hint of bitterness as you speak these words.

“Your father is an ancient.” His jaw nearly drops, sitting stunned in his spot.

“He’s the one that made that goddamn prophecy, too.” You spit, pure ire shining on your face. “And if you so much as ask me about that fucking Jewel, I will tear your limbs off, and shove them down your throat.”

Seonghwa raises his one hand in understanding, knowing very well that you will hold true to your threat. Even if he so badly wants to ask. Still, he cannot help the questions racing through his head. Though, one sticks out more than all of the rest.

Do his brothers know?

“I would appreciate you not spreading this around,” you’re quick to continue. “Your brothers are not aware of this fact yet, and I would like the chance to tell them myself.”

Guess that answers that.

“Why would you tell me this, then?” His eyes narrow, shifting his gaze from the jar in his hand to you.

“You said that we are not enemies.” Comes your blunt reply, tilting your head upwards slightly and staring down your nose at him. “Prove it.”

“You confuse me.” He shakes his head before continuing to apply the salve to his injuries.

“The feeling is very much mutual at times,” you agree with a slight nod. “What confuses me even more is how you haven’t discovered your power, yet.”

The jar of ointment falls from his hand.

“Careful with that, it takes a week to brew,” you tut, raising a finger and causing the jar to begin levitating in the air before being gently placed on top of the counter.

“How the fuck do you know I haven’t discovered my power, yet?” His chest heaves, eyes sharp as he glares at you.

“I have already told you countless times tonight how similar we are,” you begin. “Why do you think I understand your personality so well? At least, most of it.”

“You’re wrong.” He huffs, arms crossing in front of his chest. “I don’t have a power. I never have, and I never will.”

“Is that so?” You tilt your head in inquiry at him, mirth dancing in your gaze. In a flash, you’ve reached beneath your counter, only to stab your dagger into the top of the wood. “Tell me, do you recognize this?”

His eyes glint maliciously, guard high and whole body tense.

“How could I ever forget the blade you almost killed me with.” He sneers, leaning as far back from you as the stool will allow.

“That’s the thing, Hala,” you meet his gaze. “It should have killed you. In two, maybe three minutes, tops. Do you know how long you lasted?”

Seonghwa remains quiet.

“Fifteen.” You answer for him. “You lasted fifteen minutes before I started treating you with the antidote.”

“So, what?” He huffs, clearly unamused. “I got lucky.”

“Diluted frost berry leaves make anyone vomit on contact with their tongue,” you continue. “You had to ingest two spoonfuls in order for it to take effect.”

“I think my body was focussing on expelling the poison at that point.” He counters.

“It had already been expelled.” You reply, somewhat bluntly. “The fact that you could even move as much as you did after everything was a miracle, but not when you think about it logically.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He states, fidgeting in his seat.

“You told me that you fell into a bush of wild rat thorns tonight.” You place your hands onto the top of the counter, palms facing down as you lean forward. “Do you know what type of plant that is?”

He takes a moment to think before shaking his head.

“Rat thorns are one of the most toxic plants on this side of the fjord. A simple scrape from them can render you unconscious. Multiple pricks and you will become paralyzed. They are commonly used in assassinations as when their thorns are ground into a fine powder, they do not emanate a smell, nor do they have any taste.” You explain, and you watch his face drain of any and all colour. “Any other regular dragon would have died on contact, if not shortly after. The closest location of rat thorn bushes to my home is ten minutes away at top speed. You should have dropped dead within a minute. Yet, you managed to make it all the way back to my place, still breathing.”

Seonghwa begins to shake his head, standing to his feet with enough force to knock the stool he had been sitting on to the ground.

“The reason, Seonghwa, that your wounds do not immediately close when you get them,” you mirror his stance, leaning forward even further once you’re on your own two feet, “is that your body is working to expel any toxins you might have incurred during injury. Only when it deems those toxins have left your system will your cuts truly begin to heal.”

He clutches his head, backing up against the wall as his whole body shakes.

“This can’t be happening,” he mutters, tugging at his roots harshly. “This isn’t happening.”

“The reason, Seonghwa, that you are so prideful and stubborn, directly correlates to your power. A power which you have always had since birth.” Your voice softens the slightest bit, gaze easing as you notice him spare a tentative glance upwards. “Negative thoughts can be just as toxic as any physical substance, seeping in and drowning you in doubt and darkness. You just need to find the antidote.”

Slowly, his trembling stops, but those tears he had been so desperately holding back begin to streak down his face.

“You are a dragon with the power of poison, Seonghwa,” you smile softly at him, a gentle reassurance that everything will turn out okay. “Do not let it intoxicate you.”

Slowly, the male begins to sink to your floor. His back is still against the wall, eyes intently staring at his shaking hands.

“All my life,” he breathes, a light sniffle escaping him. “All my life I believed myself to be powerless.”

“Which is why I’m assuming you hate the ancients for putting so much emphasis on personalized powers,” you voice, noticing how his head shifts to look up at you from his position on the floor. 

A subtle nod is all you receiving in response. 

“Also why I’m assuming you’re so obsessed with this heedless quest for the crown.” You add. “You wanted to prove yourself as a dragon without traditional powers that you could be just as strong and ruthless as those with them.”

Again, Seonghwa nods, wiping at his eyes soon after.

“You will not be able to change your entire personality overnight,” you state, and you watch as he shifts his gaze back to you. “Yet, you should be aware of these things to start improving upon them. I will tell you the same exact thing I told that hotheaded brother of yours. You need to find the balance, and not let your power consume you. You are more than just your power.”

You hold his gaze as he slowly pushes himself back to his feet, wiping at his tearstained cheeks all the while. Softly, he begins to nod once more, sniffling lightly as he calms himself down.

“Thank you.” He bows to you once more, and his actions catch you off guard, just as much now as they did the first time. “For everything tonight.”

You smile gently at him in response, and Seonghwa cannot help the way his breath hitches slightly in his throat when he rights himself to see that glorious expression on your features.

He swallows thickly. Have you always been this kind? This beautiful?

You grab the jar of salve off of the top of the table, capping it carefully.

“You best be getting home for some rest,” you cross the small distance to your backdoor, opening it and nodding slightly in his direction. “They’ve all been worried about you.”

“I doubt they’ll even want to see me again,” his shoulders slump slightly as he trudges to the open doorway. “I’ll be lucky if they even let me back in.”

“Simply tell Hongjoong that you’re all finally ready to be taught.” You see confusion pull at his features at your words, causing you to chuckle. “He’ll understand.”

Despite his brow furrowing slightly, you see him nod.

“Don’t forget this,” you say, tossing the jar with the remainder of the salve in it at him, to which he catches easily. “Also, tell Yeosang and Yunho that I’ll meet them the day after tomorrow near the front entrance to my village at dawn.”

“Okay,” the eldest Hala nods once in understanding. He goes to take a step towards the forest before he’s halting in his tracks. A blink, and he’s turned back around to face you. “How can I ever repay you?”

You smile, leaning against the frame of the door as you cross your arms loosely over your chest. “I think you should be able to surmise that on your own, after everything we’ve discussed tonight.”

Understanding flashes across his features, and he nods once firmly in your direction.

“Do not make me regret trusting you, too, Seonghwa.” You say, keeping your voice level as you meet his gaze. “You will truly not like what happens if you do.”

Again, Seonghwa nods his understanding, bowing once more to you before shifting and taking off into the night sky.

A small smile rests on your features as you retire into your house for the evening. Slowly, you begin to put everything away, taking your time to clean and store the remainder of the herbs you’ve left out for the moment. The oil lamps are slowly put out until one remains in your hand as you retreat into your bedroom for the evening.

Tonight went much better than you ever expected it could from the moment you sensed him drawing near. You have no idea what the future has in store for you, but with how things are beginning to look, you believe it can only get brighter from here.

Speaking with the eldest Hala has also made you realize a few things. Things you just might be ready and willing to begin sharing with others again. 

One dragon in particular sticks out in your mind.

You firmly believe that Seonghwa will keep his word and not tell the others about the personal truths you revealed to him this night. You see your younger self in him too much to believe he would betray you like that. Especially after tonight.

The fact that you wake up to a basket of fresh produce sitting upon your back porch the next morning only confirms it. Not just any produce, either, but the same exact produce that he had made you drop that very first evening. Back when you had met him all those weeks ago.

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You Wish

Gojo x ex-student reader

Warnings: nude photo taking, sexting, phone sex, FaceTime sex, pet names, age gap but reader is still of age!!!!

A/N: I say I’m not a Gojo simp, yet out of the JJK characters he’s the one I’ve written the most for LMAOO. This was supposed to be a mini smut but it turned into an average length fic lol

Word count: 3.5k

You were kneeling on a plush rug, led lights lit up your room and covered it in purple. A floor to ceiling mirror towered in front of you as you got yourself into position. What were you doing exactly? You were taking pictures to send to your former teacher. It wasn’t exactly the proudest moment of your life.

“I’m sure he gets hundreds of photos sent to him a day.” You scoffed as you snapped a few pics to test the waters. Nothing but a matching set of lacy blue lingerie covered your body. There was barely anything left to the imagination. It wasn’t a secret that Gojo Satoru was…well… a bit of a whore.

Women and men flocked to him, absolutely taken by his beauty, and he was never one to turn anyone away. He never had a seriously relationship either, just hook ups and fuck buddies. Though he had the rare occurrences of a “girlfriend” that he cheated on regardless. None of them ever mattered to him.

Though, as stupid as it was, you were hoping to be one of those rare occurrences. Of course you knew better than to go after the man when he was your teacher. Now though, you were two years out of Jujutsu tech. You just hoped he would see you ask an adult, maybe even toy with the idea of fucking you.

You spread your legs a little more, knees digging firmly into the floor. You pushed forward, making your chest the main object in the photo. Only wandering eyes would notice you nearly exposing yourself below the waist. You prayed Gojo would be smart enough to look a little further.

Your plan was simple, take some sexy photos and maybe even a nude or two. Pretend to text them to a fake boyfriend and accidentally send them to Gojo instead. Then you’d cross your fingers and hope he responds after you send a “panicked” apology text. It would be the perfect way to show him.

You shifted onto your ass, bending both knees and spreading your legs. You leaned back, phone covering your face as you snapped a few pictures. Once you were satisfied you switched positions. This time you laid flat on your stomach facing the mirror, arching your back so your lace covered panties would be seen. Another series of photos were taken.

After thirty minutes you had at least 70 photos to filter through. “Maybe one nude one wouldn’t hurt…” you pulled the straps of your bra down. Your breasts spilled out and you snapped a picture. “Eh, maybe not…yet at least.” You used your arm to cover your breasts, snapping another mirror picture. You pulled yourself back together a moment later.

You made your way over to your bed, falling onto it face first. “Now let’s see…which ones would he like…” you scrolled through each photo, by the time you were done you only had 12 photos in different angles and positions you liked. “It’s nearly 2am…hopefully he’s up.” You were beginning to feel giddy.

White light shone on your face as you opened the message app. You hadn’t talked to Gojo in about a week, but earlier in the day you had made sure to reach out to him. That way, accidentally sending him a photo would be a little more believable since he’d be higher in your contacts. Your fingers shook as you selected your two favorite photos.

Y/N: here you go baby, just like you asked for. Do you like them? <3

The message with the photos was marked as “delivered.” obviously you had turned your read receipts off. Now you held no shame, kicking your feet wildly as you prayed for a little bubble to pop up and signify he was typing. Five minutes of staring at your phone screen passed before the message bubble finally popped up.

Gojo <3: oh? I don’t think you meant to send these to me, Angel.

Angel? You nearly threw your phone, heart thumping wildly in your chest as you forced yourself not to respond right away. Your eyes shifted to your alarm clock, watching the minutes tick by before picking up your phone again. Precisely three minutes had passed, but it had felt like an eternity.

Y/N: OMG!! I’m so sorry! This is so embarrassing 😭

You held your breath, nearly jumping out of your own skin when Gojo began texting back immediately. After what felt like another eternity, the message you hoped to see popped up. He had taken the bait easily, it made your stomach do a backflip.

Gojo <3: don’t be embarrassed! You look beautiful :)))

Y/N: you think so? I’m not sure how to feel about them. I took more though! I was hoping he’d like them.

Gojo <3: I do! You took more?

Gojo <3: who’s he? Does my little y/n have a boyfriend?

My y/n? You jumped out of bed, jumping around your room to get the nerves out before leaping to your phone. It was stupid how giddy he made you.

Y/N: I did! And no he’s not my boyfriend, just someone I’m talking to

Gojo <3: sending him stuff like that and he doesn’t even have a title? Maybe it’s a good thing you sent them to me instead :))

On the other end of the phone, Gojo Satoru laid in his bed. The thing is, he wasn’t alone. His latest fling was passed out beside him, their clothes scattered across the floor. He smiled at the screen, admiring the photos you accidentally sent him. If he was lucky, he could sweet talk you into sending more.

Y/N: Are my eyes mistaking me? Is Gojo Satoru flirting with me?

He let out a breathy laugh, soft enough to not wake the woman beside him. Not that he really cared. It was rather odd you texted him again. He had been thinking about you ever since your conversation earlier in the day. Though he certainly didn’t think he’d get this lucky.

Gojo <3: it’s hard not to when you send photos like that. Accident or not… you look fucking beautiful.

Y/N: I’m blushing. I have so many more I could send, would you like to critique them?

Bold. He liked that a lot. He wasn’t picky with his women, but there were certainly things that he preferred more on some than others. In particular, he liked when someone matched his energy. It was part of the reason you two got along so well when he was your teacher. Even though it was two years ago and you were an adult… something still felt wrong about this.

It excited him.

Gojo <3: oh absolutely. If it makes you feel any better, I can send you some of mine :)))

Some of his? You let out a squeal that time, desperately wishing he was right in front of you. This was going way better than you could have ever anticipated. You inhaled deeply, selecting a few more pictures. You were going to leave the half nude one for last.

Y/N: what do you think? Would he enjoy this?

Y/N: also, it’s only fair you send me some as well >:)

Satoru stared at his phone, plush lips parted slightly as he took in your new photos. What he wouldn’t give to be in your room right now, treating you how you deserved to be treated. Just thinking about you dressed like that all alone had him twitching to life.

You looked utterly perfect. Eager to be destroyed on his…oh he shouldn’t get ahead of himself. He opened a folder on his phone, selecting three pics of him in nothing but his underwear. Even in his thirties, he still had it.

Gojo <3: oh he’d be insane if he didn’t.

Gojo <3: You look fucking perfect.

Gojo <3: what do you think of these, Angel?

Your mouth was hanging open, eyes greedily soaking up every pixel. “That’s not fucking fair!” You zoomed in, zoomed back out, flipped to the next one. He had no right to be that damn attractive. You did this for a solid two minutes before typing back a response.

Y/N: Fuck. I’m speechless

You chewed on your inner cheek, the twitch between your thighs was becoming too persistent to ignore. “Maybe… it wouldn’t hurt…” you flipped yourself onto your back. One hand held your phone above your face while the other began roaming your skin. You waited patiently for Gojo to send a response, all the while you kept staring at the meal you’d been given.

Satoru on the other hand was unknowingly mimicking you. Five pictures of you total and he was still feeling greedy. He wanted… no he needed more. What he really needed was you in person. For now, he’d settle for the screen. As his hand lowered towards his cock he was beginning to question if his screen would even be able to satisfy him this time around.

Gojo <3: did you not expect me to look like that?

Gojo <3: I’m offended, i thought you’d think highly of me

He was baiting you into praising him. He wanted to see your true colors. Surely if you were entertaining him for this long, you were interested. “So cute.” He whispered softly as your responses popped up on his screens

Y/N: I expected nothing less from my wonderful sensei

Y/N: quite crazy to me that you looked like this all those years. So close to me without even realizing. Not even my imagination did you justice.

You smirked as you hit send, tugging your bra down again. Your hand didn’t hesitate as you grabbed your own breast, fingers rolling your nipple until you drew a whimper from yourself. You’d get off one way or another so long as you kept texting him.

Gojo <3: not even your imagination? Did my little y/n use to fantasize about me?

You moaned softly, thighs parting as you read the text. “Still do… still am…” you tugged at your nipples, you needed to know what he was doing on the other side of that phone screen. You hoped he was toying with himself while you did too, imagining it only fueled you.

Y/N: all the time. I had the biggest crush on you

Gojo <3: had? You don’t have a crush on me anymore :( ?

Y/N: If I said I did, what would you do?

Satoru smiled, his hand was wrapped around his base just under the sheets. He drew his hand up slowly, scrolling back up to your pictures before typing a response to your text. You were teasing him, he loved it. He could already begin to imagine the things you could send him if he said the right things. Hell maybe you’d even invite him over… let him fuck you properly.

He could see it now. That little lingerie set torn to prices, your breasts exposed and nipples swollen from his hands. The way your breasts would jiggle has he buried himself balls deep in what he imagined was a tight pussy. He’d record it, he’d have to. All your sweet noises, the way you’d suck him in. The way your whole body would probably jiggle when he pounded into you. He needed to see it, he needed to feel it.

Gojo <3: I’d ask you to elaborate. Tell me, Y/n, what did these little fantasies consist of?

Your hand was slipping under the band of your panties, breathing picking up as you felt your heartbeat in your clit. It was working better than you could have ever imagined, you knew you’d hand wouldn’t satisfy what you wanted. Only Gojo could… though you may be able to sedate your needs with a toy. For now you’d just use your hand, it was another version of edging yourself.

Y/N: how scandalous of you to ask me! A lady never shares that information :)

Gojo <3: awwwe you can’t make an exception for me? Or maybe I can help you out…

Two more pictures were sent to you, this time they were far more suggestive. The first was of Gojo with no shirt on, grey sweatpants hung low on his hips accompanied by a very clear outline of his erection. The second was of him in nothing but a towel around his waist. A teasing v-line dipped under the towel he was tugging down, revealing a trail of hair and just a little bit of the base of his cock. You audibly groaned at the sight.

Y/N: mmmm maybe a couple more pics and I’ll be willing to reveal a thing or two

Without a second of delay, the text box appeared again. After a moment one single picture appeared on your screen. This time, it was a full on nude. You gasped, hand freezing before you even slipped between your folds. Before you realized it, you were sitting up on your bed to admire the pic better. You couldn’t decide where you wanted to focus your attention first. He was laying on his bed, the camera had clearly been propped up on something to get such an angle.

It was as if you were laying between his legs, a full shot of his cock, toned torso and messy white hair. His eyes were lidded but you could still see the startling blue of his irises. His cock was speared in something shiny, it could have been his own precum or maybe even spit. His hand was wrapped around his length about half way up. The tip looked a deep shade of pink, slightly swollen from being abused by his hand. On top of all of that, he was just as large as you hoped he’d be.

If you weren’t light headed before, you certainly were now.

Y/N: how about you call me instead?

You nearly threw your phone again after sending a message like that. You could at least force some confidence over text, over the phone would be wildly different. You were starting to regret the choice until your phone began to vibrate, Gojo’s name lit up your screen. You tried to calm yourself while clicking the pickup button and bringing your phone to your ear. “That was quick.” Your voice was hushed, a little hoarse even. “I couldn’t resist a text like that.” His voice was equally as quiet. You had to wonder if he had someone in his bed with him.

“I’m flattered.” You laid back on your bed, it wasn’t as scary as you thought. “Well, you know me well enough, y/n. Flattery is my specialty. Now…” he trailed off, you could hear something rustling. He must have been getting himself comfortable. “Tell me about these little fantasies you have.” You sighed, twisting a finger around the hand of your panties and pulling them taut. “Well… do you want the detailed versions? Or the quick versions.” A breathy laugh passed through the phone. “Detailed please. Tell me all of it.” Satoru had gone into his bathroom, the fluorescent lights making him squint.

“Almost always, we were alone in a classroom together. You’d be giving me extra lessons… though you’d figure out right away that I was just pretending. I just wanted to get you alone… attempt to seduce you.” You felt a slight tremble in your hands, you started picking at your panties a little quicker. “Is that so? How’d you attempt to seduce me then?” Satoru’s hand was shamelessly wrapping around his base, pumping it to life. It wasn’t even difficult for him, he was already half hard from your photos alone. Now your voice was sending him over the edge.“You know I always went with a uniform skirt… I’d plan on forgoing my underwear that day…”

You trailed off, hand reaching down to slip past the band of your panties. “I don’t mean to interrupt you, Angel. But I’d love to know what you’d do now… to try and seduce me.” You’re retelling stories from when you were still his student, that realization was making him feel a little odd despite the lust clouding his senses. You struggled to swallow, mind running wild with ideas. “Well… maybe I’d be doing something like this. A little bolder than things I’d try back then. Sending you nudes…” you heard a shaky sigh. On the other side of your phone Satoru was pumping himself slowly. “Keep going.”

“I’d maybe even send you a video of myself masturbating. Moaning your name and telling you how badly I wished you were here.” Your fingers found your clit, you started rubbing quick circles to produce shaky whines into the phone. “Yeah? What would you say to me in those videos? I’d like details.” You paused for a moment before an idea dawned on you. “How about I just show you.” Instead of ruining the mood by hanging up, you clicked the button to switch the call to a video. Satoru accepted the switch almost instantly. You were greeted by messy white hair, flushed cheeks and the fluorescent lighting of his bathroom.

All the while you were positioning the camera over your body, hoping your arm wouldn’t give out on you if you got too into it. You teased him a little more by only showing from your chest down, part of it was to save yourself the embarrassment later on. “It’s so much easier to just show you…” your fingers began moving quickly under your panties again. Satoru chuckled softly, hand still pumping himself in earnest. “Such a tease, Angel. Look at you… not even willing to show me what’s going on.” He was left watching your hand’s movement through the material of your panties. “I’d love to see your pretty tits… I’m sure you’d love to feel me touching them, yeah?” You were supposed to be the one sweet talking to him, but he simply couldn’t resist.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves… Satoru.” A punch straight to his gut… and to his cock. He groaned, low and guttural. You could only see his face, that was his own way of teasing you. So you moved a little quicker, letting whatever noises felt right fall from your lips. “I wish you were here. I know those hands can do far more than what mine can. I’m sure you’d know just what to do.” You whined, you could feel the familiar tension building in your gut. Yet you still weren’t satisfied. “Oh~ Satoru…” you cooed softly, thighs trembling and arm aching as you tried to keep yourself in position. “I bet you’d feel so good… your cock is undoubtedly large, right?” He breathed out a soft yes, he was far less cocky than you expected him to be.

Perhaps you really had him wrapped around your finger at the moment.

“Satoru… I wish you were here.” Slick noises sounded softly from between your thighs, just slightly audible through the phone. “Look at you… already close?” He was close himself, hand focusing primarily on his sensitive head. He had no intentions of prolonging his release, especially when you looked like that. “Yes…” you were, as embarrassing as it sounded. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew it wasn’t going to be as satisfying, that you’d be left aching and needing more. Part of you wished he’d quit acting like he was a normal human and teleport into your room. But this was Gojo Satoru, the biggest fucking tease known to mankind. “Come for me… please I’d love to hear you come.” He was gritting his teeth, balls tensing as his release spurted out of him.

You didn’t realize it though, instead you were too lost in trying to reach your own release. Shaky gasps left him as his hips twitched, his hand couldn’t stop massaging the now painfully tender flesh. “Satoru…” you gasped softly, body twitching as your release was teetering on the edge. “Come on…” he encouraged softly, forcing his hand away from himself to lean forward. His legs would give out on him if he didn’t. He grimaced slightly as his sticky release smeared on the marble counter. You nearly dropped your phone as your hips twitched violently, a loud cry escaping you as you roughly worked yourself through your orgasm. “Fuck fuck…” you didn’t slow down until your ears stopped ringing, thankful you managed to keep your phone steady. “Satoru…”

You let your phone drop to the mattress below, leaving him to stare at your ceiling while you caught your breath. “How about this, Angel.” His voice returned to a steady yet soft whisper. “Hmm?” Your chest was heaving as you tried to calm down. “Tomorrow afternoon, my place. How does that sound?” You were quiet, eyes widening as you realized what that meant. “Just text me a time and a place, I’ll be there.” You felt a new wave of energy coursing through you. It was finally going to happen. “Of course, Angel. Now go get some rest, you won’t be getting much after tomorrow.” He ended the call before you could respond, leaving you alone with your racing heart.

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silent whispers (iii)

— lumberjack! alpha! steve rogers x omega! reader

summary || When Steve saves you in the middle of a snow storm, he doesn’t expect to meet such a witty, quirky and beautiful omega. He also doesn’t expect to fall head over heels in love you. Though he doesn’t know much about you, especially the secrets you carry in your trunk.

warnings || dub con (due to heats). unprotected sex. alpha/omega dynamics. knotting. details of murder (no body no crime lmaoo). mentions of assault. breakdown. lots of sexual tension. horny thots. SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). DARK THEMES — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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I know I have rushed this, but I didn’t want to leave y’all hanging. I had more planned, but I can’t find the inspiration to write the elaborate story anymore and I hope you understand this. So this is the end of this story and I hope y’all like this!!

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Steve curled into his comforter as he woke up from his sleep to a sweet scent permeating the room. He sniffed as his eyes blinked open and it took him a moment to realise the potential origin of the scent. You.

He sat up straight on his bed and furrowed his brows in confusion. Why was your scent so strong? Were you okay? Just then, he heard a pained little moan come from the other room.

His worry turned to panic and he pushed his duvet aside as he rushed out. Your sweet aroma hit him like a brick wall when he opened the door. But the instant he saw the state you were in, he stood still and the realisation dawned upon him.

You were in heat.

“Alpha!” You mewled when you saw Steve come over. You pushed aside the blanket which you had pressed to your face as the alpha’s scent slowly mingled with yours in the room.

You could feel his gaze travelled down your body and the coherent part of your brain seized up with shame as he eyes locked at your fingers pumping into your dripping pussy.

You had woken up in heat and the desperation had made you fuck yourself with your fingers. Though it wasn’t enough. You needed your alpha. He was here now. And you knew he’d make it better.

“Alpha..!” You once again moaned in a broken voice. “Fuck!” Steve growled. But that seemed to push you both out of your trance and he cleared his throat as he turned away and you quickly covered yourself with the blanket.

“Steve.. I..” it was difficult to think straight, but you had to. You wiped off your slick soaked hand and winced as he clenched his jaw. Steve looked back at you, but he didn’t seem angry.

“I.. I could go out.” He said sheepishly. Your jaw fell open at his unexpected reply. He didn’t go insane with lust after seeing you in heat, instead he was asking if you wanted privacy.

Steve truly was one in a million… No, he was the only one.

“No. Stay.” The words slipped out before you could really think about it. His blue eyes were piercing you with their heavy gaze and you felt yourself get enthralled. “What?” He spoke softly.

“You could…” you felt your face heat up before you could speak further. “You could help me.. only if you want to… it’s just… it feels too much to be alone.” You coyly replied. You looked on with expectant eyes as you waited for his reply.

He chewed on his lip as he thought and you couldn’t help but think just how plump his lips were. How broad his shoulders were and how thick his arms were and his veiny his fingers were.

Steve still didn’t reply and you feared you’d said the wrong thing. “I didn’t do this on purpose I swear… the last few days were… hectic and I didn’t know…” you nearly had tears in your eyes. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled.

“Please don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. I just… I just don’t wanna take your advantage.” If you didn’t have before, you definitely had heart eyes for him now. His fist was clenched and you could see he was restraining himself.

“You won’t be taking advantage. I want this. I want you.” His nostrils flared when you said this and he shook his head as if to clear it. By controlling himself, Steve was really changing your perception and you were suddenly glad you’d met him and not some asshole.

“Pleasseee….” You whimpered as another cramp whacked your body and you curled upon yourself. You breathed hard as you calmed down a little, but instantly squealed when Steve picked you up.

“I’ll help you out.” He whispered into your hair and a relief you hadn’t felt before spread through your body. You clung to Steve as your brain sang, alpha is so strong.

You inadvertently moaned out when he deposited you on the bed as it was much softer than the couch. Wrapped between the covers, you were drowning in the scent of Steve and your hindbrain was preening in it.

“Are you sure?” He asked again and you enthusiastically nodded. You stared with wide eyes as he stripped his layers of clothes. You knew he was handsome, but damn, that body was a masterpiece.

Taking the hint, you got up on your knees on the bed and began removing your clothes. Steve’s eyes zeroed down on your breasts and you could feel the taut tension as he was still restraining himself.

He sucked in a sharp breath before laying down besides you. And before you could argue further, he held your lips and pulled you up such that you straddled him. “Steve…” his name sounded like a prayer on your lips.

“Go on.” He groaned out. And honestly, you didn’t have much patience left in you. A low moan escaped your lips when you touched his hot cock. It was thick and even bigger than the average alpha.

Drops of precum had collected over the head and you rubbed your thumb in it before dragging down the moisture below. Steve closed his eyes tight shut and curled his fingers in the mattress to the point you thought it’d tear.

You had already stretched yourself out on your fingers. You rubbed your wet pussy over his twitching cock and you both moaned at the friction. “Oh fuck!” Steve groaned as you sank down on his cock.

He still didn’t touch you, but instead he looked at you as if he was enchanted. You bit your lip as you tried to stuff his thick length into you. You couldn’t take all of him in a single stroke, so you slowly thrusted down until he was nestled deep within you.

You kept your hands on his wide chest and you whined with effort as started riding him. You were feeling so full, that the feeling was indescribable. And the only thing you wanted was, more.

Sweat covered your bodies as your fucked yourself over his cock. “Oh Steve!” He grunted from below you and the sound was like music to your ears. “Yeah… just like that.” He growled as you grinded down on him.

No matter what you did though, it wasn’t enough, you needed more. You needed intimacy and warmth that Steve was refusing you. “Steve please! Please touch me!” You moaned.

Steve shook his head adamantly. You knew what he was doing, he was letting you take your pleasure from him while he controlled himself, but you didn’t want that.

“Alpha please!”

Steve’s eyes snapped open and something integral changed within. He flipped you quickly on your back and you let out a squeal. His warmth covered your body as his arms barricaded your sides.

His lips descended upon yours and you eagerly kissed each other. His scent was surprisingly comforting and you never wanted to leave his embrace.

He held you tightly as he began fucking into you and your eyes rolled back. The omega in you preened at the alpha taking the control. The room was filled with squelching noises and your combined moans.

His face looked utterly beautiful scrunching up with concentration. His eyes were intent on you as he gauzed your reaction; his blue orbs brewing up a storm. Your eyes dropped down to his lips which were wet from just kissing him.

His thrusts were hard and unrelenting, nearly animalistic. Your body writhed beneath him as he nailed your special spot perfectly. You were in heaven when you felt his knot form, stretching your walls.

You threw your head back and Steve took the chance to bury his head in the crook of your neck. He lewdly mouthed at the base of your neck where you were the most sensitive and it felt as if he’d zapped you with electricity.

You felt his knot grow within you and lock you two together in a perfect fit. You back arched as you came hard and you nearly saw stars behind your vision. He was still giving short aborted thrusts as you felt his hot seed fill you up.

A faint droopy smile spread across your lips as you were satisfied. You circled your arms around Steve’s broad chest as you couldn’t fathom the thought of being away from him for even a second. Surrounded in the warmth of your alpha, you drifted into deep sleep.

~~~

You nuzzled the pillows which carried Steve’s scent as you blinked your eyes open. Dim sunlight was seeping through the clear windows and landing on the bed, warming it up through the heavy snowfall.

“Good morning!” You sleepily mumbled when you saw Steve sitting on a stood besides the bed. You frowned when he didn’t reply and rubbed off your eyes. His jaw was clenched tight and the look on his face wasn’t soft, he looked angry.

You got up on the bed and covered your nakedness with the blankets. Before you could ask further, your eyes widened at the sight of a knife in his hands. You flinched back and quickly crawled on the other side of the bed.

“Holy fuck Steve! I knew it! I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. You’re a killer and I was ri….” His eyes snapped to you and gulped the rest of your words at the burning intensity. “Drop the act.” You could feel his anger in his soured scent.

“Huh?” Your eyes frantically searched the room for any sharp object to defend yourself. “I said drop this act. You don’t have to pretend anymore, I know. Thank goodness I got up before you, or who knows? You would’ve killed me in my sleep.”

“Wha… what are you talking about?” You curled yourself into a ball, afraid of what was to come next. He scoffed dryly, “You sold your act well. I mean all this drama of being afraid that I might hurt you, when you yourself are out there murdering people. You truly fooled me there.”

“Steve please…” Tears prickled your eyes and a heavy feeling permeated in your chest at Steve’s words. “Enough!” He growled. “You have a dead body in your car, stop acting so fucking innocent!” All your fears came true and you couldn’t stop the sob that slipped past your lips.

“Please just listen to me…” you wailed, but it fell on deaf ears. “I don’t want to listen to your pathetic excuses. What if you manipulate me again?” Your sadness suddenly turned into cold anger. Why wasn’t he giving you a chance. “STEVE STOP!”

He flinched at your suddenly raised voice and you stopped cowering. “At least give me a chance to explain myself!” Steve looked out of the window as to compose himself before looking back at you. “Okay go on.” He sounded utterly dismissive.

“Have you called the police?” That was the first question that came into your mind. “That is your explanation?” He raised his eyebrow and you shook your head. “Just answer me goddamnit.”

“Yes.” His voice broke and he sounded unsure. “Don’t lie Steve. Please tell me, have you already called the police?” He considered for a minute before shaking his head into a no. Relief spread through your veins and you sighed. “Thank you!”

You gulped before continuing further as he waited expectantly. “It’s not what it looks like. I mean I do have a body in my car, but.. I’m not a murderer.” You said it more for yourself than him.

“His name is Brock and he is… was a good for nothing idiot who bullies people. I had arranged a Christmas party in my house, and everyone from my job and neighbourhood came.”

You breathed in before speaking up. “I didn’t invite him, but he attended anyway and I didn’t have it in me to stop him. I was an idiot to let him inside in the first place. After the party was over, everyone went their way, everyone except him.”

The tears started again, and you saw Steve get up to comfort you before deciding otherwise. “He just began saying how much he… he wanted to claim me. I didn’t even have an idea that he liked me.” You tried rubbing off your tears but it was useless as they just kept flowing.

“It was too late and everyone had gone away and I couldn’t even scream for help. He began chasing me through my house and I… I ran upstairs for my phone to call the cops.” Just remembering the next part made you break down into sobs.

You jerked when you felt a hand on your back, but you felt better when you realised it was Steve. You wanted to blame it on your instincts, but you knew it was solely you, when you buried your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent.

Steve gave you comfort like no other and you were too last caring anymore of what he thought of your actions as you nuzzled him. “He followed me… and.. and he caught me too. He was about to bite,.. but I.. I hit him with a vase and pushed him down the stairs.”

Vivid memories coloured your brain as you remembered everything, scene by scene. “And he just… stopped moving. I checked on him and he wasn’t breathing…. He was dead…. I killed him.. Steve! I killed him!”

You didn’t even realise that Steve was cooing at you while reassuringly rubbing your back. You were lost in the feeling you’d first felt when you had realised Rumlow was dead, by your hands.

“Shhh… it’s okay. Calm down, sweetheart. Calm down for me.” You couldn’t tell for how much longer you cuddled Steve, but you slowly parted yourself as you came back to your senses a little. Steve rubbed off your tear tracks and took in your swollen face.

“Maybe you’re right. You shouldn’t trust me Steve, call the cops and tell them. I’ll confess and you can….” Before you could speak further, Steve pressed a finger to your lips to shush you. “We aren’t doing anything like that.”

“Just tell me where is his phone?” You stared at him owlishly as he spoke. You pointed your eyes down at his finger still pressing on your lip a faint smile covered his lips as he withdrew his finger.

“In a lake.” You had thrown his phone far away from your house, while on your way here. “And where’s your phone?” Steve didn’t seem as angry as before, instead he looked determined, and you didn’t know what did. “In my house.”

“Good girl. You can’t have the police tracking down your phones.” A quizzical look crossed your face, “Are you trying to help me?” Steve’s answer was just a word, yet it made you glad. “Yes.”

“Really?” You couldn’t believe your luck. “Yeah… I’m sorry I made assumptions. I just woke up early, and the snow’s mellowed down a little so I thought of checking up on your car and I found it… honestly, scared the shit out of me.” He giggled a little.

“I’m not a killer, Steve. I swear.” You looked down dejectedly and realised you were still naked and sitting on his lap. “I know. Because if you were, you would’ve killed me last light when I was balls deep in you.”

“Umm… Steve, can I wear clothes?” You muttered in a low voice. Even he forgotten that in all this mess and allowed you the courtesy. He waited outside while you freshened up and you gasped when you went outside as he was sitting on the sofa was an ace and a shovel.

“What else have you done to cover up your tracks? We need to use all our brain to get you out of this, we can’t do this shit half assed.” Steve somehow looked more determined than you.

“Well, I have covered as much as I could. Like I parked his bike back at his house and cleaned up the blood stains in my house. Also I don’t think there’s a single person who would miss him and file a complaint in the first place, but still.”

Steve nodded thoughtfully, “So now only the body’s left.”

~~~

“Are you sure?” You screamed so that Steve could hear you over the whipping wind. The storm didn’t seem like it was going on anytime soon and you held Steve’s jacket close to yourself.

“I’ve lived here long enough to know this is the perfect plan.” He responded as he dug out his shovel from his truck. You had put Rumlow’s body in this truck and Steve had driven you over here.

“Please be careful!” You shouted and Steve gave a mock solute. You could see the ice was thin where he was standing over a frozen river, while you stood safely on a land. He raised the shovel and you could hear the ice crack under it.

You nervously chewed your lip as Steve came back up while a sizeable hole was creating on the sheet of ice. The water beneath was fast, much faster than you would’ve expected.

“Come on.” He grunted and you followed as you two picked up Brock’s body. You took one last look at his face before depositing him through the hole in the ice. You saw the way he was carried away rapidly by the currents.

“Whoever finds him will think he fell down the ice by himself. And they don’t give much attention to such cases here.” Steve stated matter of factly as you two walked back to his truck.

“Thank you. And I can’t stress this enough, thank you Steve. I just don’t know what I would’ve done if you would’ve called the police. I was so panicked that day, I drove straight here without a thought.”

Steve held you by your shoulders and you looked up into his eyes. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you hugged him tightly.

Your sweet moment was ruined by a shining flashlight. You stood stock still as you looked up and saw a police car and a man waving the flashlight towards you. This was a trap,.. Steve had already reported you,.. you shouldn’t have trusted him…

“Calm down. I’ll handle this.” Steve whispered in your ear. “Hey bodecker!” He shouted out to the officer. “Oh hey Steve!” The officer waved back and walked closer to you two. You were shaking like a leaf and hid behind Steve to hide your fear.

“You got yourself a ‘mega?” Bodecker shamelessly asked. This time, Steve moved in front of you out of possessiveness. “Yeah. Came over for the holidays. Was just showing her the scenery.”

“Ay, there’s not much during winter. Should come during the spring darlin’” he lewdly replied and you felt Steve go stiff. “I could show ya some good spots too.” He said as he tugged on his belt.

Steve gave a warning growl and it was enough for bodecker to understand that the alpha wasn’t having it. “Calm down big boy. I was just teasing. Anyway, you enjoy ya time here,.. just not too much or you’d freeze ya balls.” He laughed as he went back to his cruiser.

With a drawn out wave he drove away and you finally let yourself breathe again. “I can’t believe our luck. If just minutes before he had come, we would’ve been caught.” You said with evident disbelief.

“Hmm. I’m sorry he’s such an asshole. He’s the sheriff though, so can’t really do much against him.” You nodded in understanding. You rubbed your hands together as the cold began seeping through your clothes.

“So… umm, what are you gonna do now?” Steve asked awkwardly as you two sat in his truck. “Means?” He started the engine and the truck roared back. “Now that the body’s disposed.. what are you going to do? Are you gonna go back?”

“You’d let me?” You were surprised. You had honestly thought that Steve would want you to be with him as he helped you. “Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged. “I just… I just thought that you’d make me stay.”

“Are you serious? After all this, that’s the impression you have of me?” He looked a little annoyed. “No Steve. Not like that. I mean what else would you want out of helping me?”

“I didn’t help you because I wanted you in return, I just helped you because I wanted to. I didn’t expect anything out of it, and you don’t owe me anything. Just helping you was enough for me…. But if you do stay, it’d make me happier.”

You looked at him with a wide smile for the first time. “You know what? Looking at the condition of my car, I have to stay for a few more days. We’ll decide the rest after that.” Steve hummed in agreement. “Yeah. A day at a time seems nice to me.”

You kept your hand on Steve’s free hand and just basked in his warmth. He was right, one day at a time, but deep down you knew that for as long as you had Steve, life would be good.

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i would love to see readers dad react to them being with older!eddie

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

BABES, i imagined it would go two ways with this lol or mixed in or whatever. it’s either he’s gonna get a heart attack his daughter is dating his mechanic & friend or completely amused LMAOO 😭

but here’s my take. <3

suggestive themes under here

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“him!?”

your mother put her hand on her chest as you and eddie sat next to each other in complete awkward silence. shit. you think, chewing on your bottom lip as the man beside you looked so calm and your dad had his back turned to the both of you which meant this could either go wrong. your mother’s face was absolutely pale, shocked, betrayed even. you contemplated now how much would it cost to get a crappy place if it meant they’ll kick you out for sleeping— dating with their next door neighbor they’re so fond of. but one thing they’ll never ever heal from is that one thing imprinted on their mind when they caught you with him in your bedroom this night. other details shall’t not be added than other they are scared for life.

the damn mechanic fucked their daughter.

“yep.” you responded with a pop at the end. shame was out of the house, you already succumbed to it and accepted it. your mother clutched her chest as she repeatedly tapped your dad’s arm for him to take over this bullshit she just heard.

you sighed, looking back to eddie, who in return gaze over to you with a reassuring quick smile. you shook your head, he’s amused at this shit you two caused. a beat of silence passed as your dad finally turned to face you two. eddie immediately tensed, you smirked in the inside, knowing your dad is basically his friend right now and he just violated every rule of being a dad’s friend. he bit the inside of his cheek harsh as you grasp his hand softly making him let out a shuddery breath as your dad’s face was stone cold serious.

“honey, say something!” your mother demanded, fanning herself as she turned to the two of you. “all these times, the boy you had in your room that i thought was that lovely classmate of yours is him! do you have any idea what you were doing, sweetie?”

“mom, you make me sound like i’m a teenager! of course i am.” you defended yourself, getting tired you were still being treated like you didn’t have a fucking clue in the world.

“that is not the whole point but—“

“i got this, darling.” your dad cut her off and ushered your mom to go out the garden, get a fresh air before she gets a aneurysm. she leaves with heavy footsteps of disappointment, you glance to your dad as you gulped, expecting another yelling. if they expected you to regret everything, hell no, you regretted nothing.

“are you two dating?” your dad quietly asked.

“yes.” you both responded awkwardly. a stir in your hand gripped eddie’s hand tighter, heart thumping knowing your secret relationship with him is now going to be established finally.

“how long has this been going on?”

“a couple of weeks…” you responded as eddie looked away to the side. your dad stayed quiet again, usual cheeriness gone, leaving the ominous atmosphere in the room to intense as you waited for him to do something to eddie or kick you two out.

“i fucking knew it!” your dad suddenly laughed. you both were stunned seeing your own father just… laugh? was this amusing to him as well?

“you knew?” you asked, feeling a little annoyed.

“i’ve been betting to myself if it was munson who’s got you smiling a lot these weeks, sweetie. of course i had a hunch.” he shrugged, going back to the kitchen as you and eddie looked at each other in utter disbelief.

“what the fuck…” eddie muttered, a blush roll to his cheeks as your dad came back and handed you two both beers.

“what—“

“accept the fucking toast, munson.” your dad smiled, patting him on the shoulder as you sighed to yourself. “we’ll celebrate even if my wife’s gonna explode.”

“you’re not mad?” eddie asked with wide eyes but your dad shook his head, taking him aback. eddie wondered if your dad was crazy for not going ballistic he’s been screwing you, he expected a gun to his head by now.

“if my daughter’s happy then i’m happy for her. but if you ever hurt her then we got a problem with that, munson. you got it?”

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[nightcolorz]

here for the armand writing tips 🙏🏽

I love u sm anon ur so iconic for this bless u 🙌🙌 I love that u saw me publicly slut shaming @butchybats + extending an invite for him to hmu so that I can info dump about armand and u were like omg I can not pass up this opportunity. Ur so real and this made my day. My bad if this is unhelpful or incoherent lmaoo I am just raw dogging this educational experience. For me writing armand has always come very naturally so this is the first time I’m thinking about this in a way I could explain to other ppl. I hope u get smth out of whatever tangent I’m about to embark on and I sincerely thank u bcus I love this and I love talking about army u r indulging tf out of me in the absolute best way. Also quick disclaimer I am going off of book armand, so tho this may be helpful to show fans (esp cuz show armand doesn’t rlly have an established personality yet) it may not specifically apply. Anyways

I understand why Armand would feel like a difficult character to write bcus part of his whole deal is that he is very strange and unknowable. No one knows what Armand’s deal is, nor does he, so how r u as the writer meant to figure that shit out. He is like a void of a person basically (affectionate). He is barely capable of conscious self reflection, most characters don’t rlly know what to make of him and those that claim to r often wrong. So I get it, feels intimidating. But for me breaking down Armand to his essentials puts it into perspective a bit. 

Armand doesn’t really know how to be a person, he is only a Thing when other people are there to give him something to work off of. So he’s a different character depending on who he is interacting with. Armand with Daniel is very different then Armand with Louis, Armand with Lestat is a whole different beast, etc. He is always playing a sort of role, with Daniel he is the boss slash master vampire commanding the mortal. With Louis he is an ancient with the answers Louis has been looking for. But the performance is often cracked, unveiled whether intentionally or not, especially by those Armand loves, so what is beneath that? Well. Kind of a child. Think of a kid in their dad’s shoes. Now imagine the kid is putting on a very deep voice and standing up all straight and professional. Then he trips, and suddenly he starts crying and screaming and yelling for mommy cuz he hurt his knee. That’s Armand, when u get down to it. Like a scary man in a suit who is secretly a little boy on stilts. But wait! There’s more.

Armand is not only an actor, he is also not a very good actor. He’s like those myths about faes replacing human children, very uncanny valley, not rlly a person. So in any given situation, armand is going to be just a little bit off. Just a little odd, a tad wrong. Think of a scenario (it can be sexual you awful heathen, or it could be like, guy is in the grocery store. Or smth) now think of something that would be a little off putting and strange to do in this situation. Chances r this would be in character for armand. I always think of him as something who doesn’t know what it means to be a person, yet is always trying to learn and understand and to pretend, but never really succeeds.

Armand also has conflicting facets of his identity that come into play in different ways and inform how he interacts with different characters. Amadeo is the beginnings of the person that was never able to completely form and grow. So Amadeo is like the normal bits of Armand, the human teenager who’s playful and funny and empathetic, a bit rude, kind of weird but he means well, likes technology. Gives Lestat a light punch on the shoulder when he ruffles his hair, etc. Amadeo rarely plays into sex for Armand, sex is very clinical for him—he approaches sex like an alien. But Amadeo is still there and when Armand is happy or care free some of the unsettlingly oddness goes away, and he seems sort of like a mortal teenager for a moment. The innocence and the moments of childishness are when Armand is most sincere. Though this is fleeting, and he often behaves cold and distant and inhuman. What I like to remember when I write Armand is that he is not unfeeling, tho he pretends to be. He acts unfeeling but it’s a mask, beneath the mask his unfiltered self is extremely feeling and emotional and sensitive. He’s as much of a cry baby as Lestat, he’s just better at hiding it. 

Andrei is also there, but he is much subtler, and he’s more so the embodied longing in armand that never really goes away. There is a need for answers and for knowledge and for guidance in armand always, and that’s Andrei, searching for his God or his family or his home or his culture, that were taken from him and never adequately replaced. Armand clings to purposes and things and people because he never learned how to fill that void left by the loss Andrei experienced, and then again Amadeo experienced due to Marius and the cult. He is the culmination of so many years of a child’s growth being repeatedly stunted by adults with selfish purposes, a child who keeps getting beaten down or molded into smth different by ppl who want to make him into smth new, until he ends up a creature without a concept of who he is at all. So he’s fractured almost, not rlly with a consistent identity since he was never permitted to grow one. Just a culmination of a bunch of identities he took on throughout the years. Im sure this sounds complicated, but the great thing about being a writer with a character like this is he may be a void, but he is also a canvas. Armand is so multifaceted that u could do sm with him and it wouldn’t be ooc

So in simpler terms, a good rule of thumb when writing armand, is to think of him as a guy who is a ball of extreme feeling and pain and joy and emotion that is being masked by a cold demeanor, that is often slightly off, a little wrong, cuz it’s first untrue. He is always trying to find a purpose to fill the void that he is, and he never rlly does for very long. 

So when it comes to portraying this? Lol uhhhh. There are some many layers of armand that exist and it’s up to you to decide which ones u want to portray in ur scenario. Say for example, ur writing a fic where armand and Lestat argue. You have to evaluate Lestat’s affect on armand, his closeness with him, the context, etc, and decide what parts of armand would slip out. If I was writing a fic like this I would think ok. So Lestat is like a trigger button for armand, they hate each other but they love each other, is a lot of big emotions and passion, and Lestat also reminds armand of the most vulnerable parts of himself that he is trying to keep under wraps. So Lestat and armand arguing? Likely armand is going to be cold and distant, but not for long, bcus quickly Lestat will get under his skin and cause him to revert to unmasked emotion ball screaming crying. How about, uh, Daniel and armand go on a fluffy date devils minion era. I’d write armand as odd, strange even, curious and excited but sort of cold and distant in a confusing way. Little slips of sincere childlike joy and emotion come out but they r brief. 

I hope this is making sense lmao.

It’s much easier when writing armand, esp if it’s smth ur not confident in, to write from someone else’s pov. Armand’s pov is a tough one, even for me. It’s not that his language or sentences r strange, it’s just that the way he thinks of the world and himself is so specific and unique that u gotta think a lot to replicate it. 

Armand, especially pre TVA, is nearly incapable of self reflection. He is so dissociated from his own experiences he sees his memories and life in fragments rather then events leading into each other that inform a larger context and “theme”. For example, in devils minion he explains to Daniel that he couldn’t explain what a time of his life “was like” because he can’t conceptualize concepts like that, tho he could tell Daniel if it rained on a specific date, cuz that is smth concrete to him. he just couldn’t identify what smth is like bcus he doesn’t reflect on his emotions and his experiences in a way that would allow him to make a judgement like that. 

He just goes through life and doesn’t look back. This is a hard pov to write from cuz these r basic capabilities a first person narrator must have for a story to make sense lmfao! Armand couldn’t say, “the day was a bad one bcus this happened and I was sad.” Especially not “this experience affected me this way and now I this this and this.” However, if u want to write from Armand’s pov u can integrate these ideas into it while retaining this part of Armand’s character. 

Tho armand can not self reflect, and his way of thinking and experiencing is a very bare bones simplistic way (think of armand saying “my soul hurt” in TVA narration then not explaining lmfao, that’s the extent of his self awareness and abilities to identify his emotions) u can convey complex ideas  through his simplistic approach. Through context clues, symbolism (armand loves symbolism), and word choice + description, it’s cool and possible to convey armand having a moment etc without using ur first person tools to have him self reflect. For example, if I were to write from Armand’s pov were he is having like, a traumatic flashback, instead of writing “the moment forced me to remember insert traumatic time here and my heart raced as it came back to me suddenly, and I felt like I was back there” or whatever, I’d write “flashes of red appaeared b4 my vision like many stabbing knives, and it felt as if I was engulfed in an ocean of red suddenly, unable to escape the waves, the blood, those voices of many pasts” whatever yada yada. Cuz red armand considers synopsis with pain and trauma (he tends to see it b4 his eyes when he’s in pain synesthesia king) ocean reminds him of dying of starvation in the brothel as a kid (he described it as the only thing he payed attention to as he died, the lapping sounds of the water). Past, etc. bad example I hope u get it 😭

U just gotta rlly think for armand pov lol. So if ur nervy about writing armand anyway I recommend starting or practicing with writing from someone else’s perspective about him. Daniel is a very good character to do this with, bcus his perception of armand is relatively accurate and he is a very bluntly descriptive and self reflective character who understands himself and others very well. Lestat is also very self reflective and his perception of armand is pretty easy to write imo lol. If u just write some shit like “armand was beautifully broken, like a discarded doll in an antique shop, and I wished sadly that he’d allow me to repair him.” Then you’ve got it down pretty well lmfao.

When it comes to more specific less big picture stuff, like how to write armand talking or what does armand fuck like Ryan save me from this hell, I recommend reading his scenes a Shit Ton until it’s rlly burned into ur brain like me. I don’t know if I can adequately explain how armand talks, it’s very blunt—he’s very blunt but simultaneously very flowery. Remember he is a guy who is trying to be distant, and doesn’t rlly understand how being normal works, but he also has a vibrant inner life and a shit ton of emotion waiting to boil over beneath the surface. Yah. Lmfao. 

I’m sorry this was so weird and confusing, I hope it was interesting or helpful lol. I’m so tired lmfao.sorry it turned in to meta 😭 It was hard trying to come up with advice for a prompt so non specific but I had a hella great time and ily for this anon. If anyone wants to ask me more specific questions about writing armand I would be so happy. Xoxoxo love y’all sm loool 

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[nayaaatv]

jeonghan bf hcs ! <3

# : fluff ! and a tinsy bit suggestive if u like squint rlly hard

warnings ! : none, just like a bit of swearing ish

wc : 0.5k

a/n : my writers block is planning its next move i can feel it.

req by anon ! :)

sharing things is a must, by sharing things I mean clothes and accessories, by clothes and accessories I mean his clothes and your accessories. if you wear or have glasses... they are now also his glasses. he might go blind but it doesn't matter to him. he has a little stash of your hair clips. he loves it when you wear his clothes too, although he does tease you because of how big it looks on you. like when his sweaters look like they're swallowing you up its so cute to him.

he loves loves loves it when you play with his hair. even better when you style it. whether its for fun or he asked you to style it, he will willingly go out in public with whatever you come up with. one time he let you make cute pigtails with rainbow clips.. and wore it to practice, this man has no shame in your art.

only plays games fairly when it comes to you. when you win he loves seeing you so proud of yourself and when you lose he thinks your sulking is so cute and he's like teasing you for losing. the members despise you for being able to experience that side of jeonghan LMAOO

he loves your reaction when he randomly pulls away when you're making out or something. he always comes back though, he just loves seeing your confused face.

would definitely send you a concerning amount of heart emojis or a moving sticker when saying goodnight, and he will not sleep until you respond. he NEEDS you to send a heart back before he gets his beauty rest.

you guys like make vlogs out of your dates. 100% bc its for the shits and giggles. they're all so random its so funny LMAOO like your gonna see "unboxing the bts dolls and playing with them (with yn!)" or like "baking a cake (gone wrong, with yn!)". he always has to specify your with him even though he doesn't do this with anyone else and literally no one else sees these little diary entries LMAO. but its okay we can just pretend they're not taking up 80% of his icloud storage

always asks you to take a photo of him. he says its bc 'you're good at taking photos!!' but its actually because he loves how he is when he's with you. he smiles 10x more with you, not only that, his heart melts when he sees your smile behind the phone. you don't know that though hehe

if he has time he would buy you lunch and bring it you at your school or where you work. he memorizes your schedule by heart. since he probably cant cook for shit, he gives his love through this! there's always a little note on the bag too. "yn fighting! love u ;)" its a bit cheesy, but you're not complaining, right?

he loves feeding you food. like especially when you're tired he loves taking care of you like this. he really really wants you to know that he loves you so much so this is one of his ways of showing it. he thinks its cute how you open your mouth tiredly and chew on your food lazily. he feels useful in these moments, and you feel cared for. he'll do this anywhere too. at a restaurant? yes, at home? yes, at a family dinner? yes. he does not care at all, he loves it so much.

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[mxngldmxdnsss]

The Hunt - series

Chap 8. All The Stars- Recom Miles Quaritch

POST FLUFF ANGST LMAOO

basically an interlude but I didn’t want you guys not to read this before next chapter. ALSO I should’ve used It Will Rain on this chapter instead omfg BUT All The Stars is so good I can’t be mad 🫡

recom - recom miles quaritch x omatikaya!fem! reader

cw! suggestive but very little I guess lol

mature content ahead : proceed with caution!

You two could hardly keep your hands off of each other. Na’vi lessons interrupted by your giggles from Miles’ kisses. You two were lucky no one had caught you two bruising each others lips as you hid in your room or his.

It was beginning to become worse, your gentle touching became groping, soft kisses became full blown sweaty makeout sessions. The more tension that built, the needier you two became. It was a miracle no one found Miles curled up in your bed overnight. Though he admitted it was becoming harder and harder to keep your relationship a secret from his squad mates. He knew the dangers of exposing your relationship.

Although it was what his boss wanted, he worried that once he told them about your relationship, that they would take advantage of your closeness. For that, Miles began to pull away. It was sudden, after weeks of being attached at the hips to each other, he was quiet and hesitant to hold you.

It broke your heart, not knowing why Miles would pull away from a kiss or two and then leave shortly after. You were more agitated now, wanting to ask Miles why he was distancing. If you didn’t, you were afraid that he’d pull away so much you would never be able to get him back.

You tail swished impatiently as you listened to this stupid ‘Wainfleet’ talk about how you could not see Miles for ‘lessons’. His face contorted into something mean and smug. “It’s time for our lessons! Unlike you, the Colonel wants to learn the Na’vi way.” You grunted at the man as he blocked your way.

Eventually he gave up, not wanting to argue with you about something he wasn’t even interested in. “Fine.” He threw his hands up in front of chest as he rolled his eyes. It aggravated you, just who was he to try and keep you from Miles.

You waited for the door to unlock as you knocked on it, anxious to see the man inside of the room. Heart stopping as you heard the door hinges creak. Immediately you readied yourself to scold Miles for his recent behavior. Before you could begin to raise hell, heard a voice. It wasn’t Miles’, no, it was far too higher pitched.

You recognized it as Zdinarsk. A ferocious female warrior of the RDA. But just what was she doing in here, your Miles’ took of all places. Your heart felt strangled, your nerves on fire as you processed what was going on. Just before you could take a step back, the door swung open completely, revealing an exasperated face. You were just about to rip her eyes out when you looked down, her clothes were covered in some streaks of blood, and she stunk of dirt.

She peered down at you, tense body relaxing as she saw you. “If we aren’t glad to see you.” You were confused, why were they glad you came? The soldier before seemed to feel the opposite.

You were pulled inside of the room, being hit with the even stronger smell of alcohol and blood. You nearly gagged at first until you saw Miles. He was being swarmed by a couple of nurses as he was patched up. What happened? Why was Miles hurt? You wanted to swat all of them away, and embrace him. He looked up at you, eyebrows knit together as his last cut was cleaned and stitched.

Zdinarsk shooed every little human away after Miles was issued medicine, voicing a goodbye as she closed the door behind her. You stared at the frame for a moment, before turning your gaze back onto Miles. You saw guilt in him, shame, as he struggled to find words to say to you.

“Y/n, look, I..” Miles voice was meek, his facing growing hot as your gaze pierced through him. He heard your sigh and hesitantly looked at you. “Why Miles?”

If words could hurt physically, Miles was sure he’d be dead. There was no worry, no want, no anger in your question. It hurt Miles inside, to hear you have no emotions to grace him with. No pleasant happiness, no scary rage. He could only suck in a breath as you crossed over arms over your chest, eyes bored as your expression slacked.

Suddenly it felt like entire world was caving in on him. He was witnessing the destruction he’d caused between the two of you. It was right in front of him. He couldn’t hide from it or ignore it. The air around him that Miles sucked in, burned his lungs as he felt his throat grow hot, forming sounds he couldn’t comprehend as his ears rang.

“I’m sorry. Y/n, I’m so sorry.” The voice he heard was foreign. These emotions, were alien. The way his skin set alight as salty, stinging tears dripped down his face. You grimaced, watching as Miles’ face contorted, his emotions so intense you could smell it in the air.

You wanted to pull him in and hold him tight. But he’d hurt you to. Your heart ached just as his did. Your eyes glossy as you fought back tears. Tears he caused, heart ache he caused.

You sniffled, sob threatening to fill the air as you felt weight being lifted off of your shoulders. Miles rubbed furiously at his face, standing to calm himself down. But he heard you, heard your suffocated cries as you cupped your face with your hands.

He felt awful. How could he have done this. Hurt the very person who saw him as him. Miles was so angry. He was worse than a moron, he was a failure.

Failing to protect you and your love for him.

Miles cursed internally, tears drying against his cheeks as he reached out to grab your wrists. He jumped when you moved to shove him away, hands against his chest as you cried.

“You demon.” Your shoulders shuddered as you sobbed out. “You scoundrel. How can you do this to me? How can you hurt me even as I love you. I don’t understand why. Why I love you as I do, even as you break my heart.”

Miles could only hold you, no apology of his would quell your cries of hurt. He knew it was his doing, and his only. You’d made that clearer to him as you looked up at him and declared you hated him. Hating how he cared even now. Hating how you loved him so much. Hating how much he loved you.

You hated that he cupped your face and wiped your tears, promising the world to you, asking what he could do to make everything right. You never asked for much from him, but to understand him. Even now.

“I’ll do anything Y/n, just tell me.” Miles pressed his forehead to yours, eyes boring into your own as you looked at him. You sniffled, hands coming up to cup Miles’ face in return.

“I want to see you Miles, let me see you.”

Chap 9. Pyramids

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[silverliningtears]

BRING IN BOEING RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, FUCK!!

Honestly wat a ride!!

Mew

Man, Mew is one scary motherfucker!! He had Boston on his knees lmaoo, and that's after punching him and almost playing his sextape TO HIS FATHER!!

Book ate this ngl. Power moves left and right. The true MVP for 2 weeks straight. But after this high comes the crash, jumping into a relationship with ur best friend who is madly in love with you so soon after getting cheated on is not the win he seems to think it is.

Also, reputation era mew dresses like Ray lol.

Ray

Speaking of Ray, man you apologized to EVERYONE except SAND, the one u called a whore?the one who followed u and saved your life? Look at your life and your choices, boy...

He's been waiting for Mew to give him a chance for so long, he's obviously gonna take it lol. But feel like it's gonna hurt him in the long run.

Finally,we met Daddy Ray!!didn't think it would happen!! Thinking he's gonna play a bigger part in the coming eps, esp with Sand..

Raymew getting together now right now is gonna destroy them both. Mew has not dealt with any of the baggage yet. And he has this idea of "no more mister nice guy/boring virgin" so feel like Ray's addiction is gonna play a bigger part in their "relationship" now.Mew is gonna wanna "let loose" and we see the police in the preview.

Ray is basking in the glory of "getting" Mew, he's obviously gonna celebrate with drinks and drugs.

A shame cos, him denying he's an alcoholic to Sand, i thought we'd finally see some discussion on his dependence and abuse, but NOPE, NOT TODAY, why can't I have nice things?

In the preview, we see him interrupting Sand's hookup AGAIN. Hope we get some conflict in the Sandray dynamic. I want some pushback from Sand.

Sand

Babygirl I love you. You're so sexy, don't do this urself haha...

I was hoping that Ray's dad paid him to look after him and that's why he's immediately all buddy buddy with ray. Since the scene kinda cut out, I'm still holding out hope for it to be true.

I can kinda see him agreeing to it like, oh this guy already thinks im just a whore, why not get paid??

But he did say he doesn't see money in love and friendship. I remember First saying that Sand has to deal with his all his feelings alone in the series and it just makes me feel sad for him.BRING BOEING BACK ALREADY!!

in the future eps, I want to see Ray absolutely obsessed with Sand and being soo pathetic about him. Like foaming at the mouth over Sand talking to Boeing anyone.

On the fence about their endgame tho. I love firstkhao but this ain't healthy man, my heart is hurting. Do Not take the fall for Ray next week, pls!! I'm on my knees here kinda like boston

NICKY BOY

My other baby girl, imma give you like one more ep to cry over Boston, then u gotta move on, c'mon son!

Also, interesting how he didn't reveal it was Sand who gave the sex audio to Boston, but immediately told Mew about Gap, the weirdo. Like, That was Life Ruining Info™ and he just gave it away lol.

Boston

Well, well,well,how the turntables...

Neo is killing it, i don't know if anyone else would be able to pull off Boston so well.

Kitty seemingly lost his claws this week,but he's waiting for a chance to pounce alright. He's just licking his wounds for now. But, all of the mewkarma was so satisfying.

Top

Broooo, he's sobbing all alone in his bed, thinking about past dates. Honestly i cackled like a witch.

No more Mr.Top Tier then?

I expect more grovelling and begging from him, maybe then he'll become more interesting to me idk

#only friends the series #only friends series #raysand #sandray #first kanaphan #ofts #firstkhao #khaotung thanawat #only friends #boston #nick ofts #topmew #raymew #sandnick #bostonnick

[morganaa-writings]

could be either on his real or uwu pharmacist persona but like, giangio pretending to be a gynecologist for an afab reader..and it gets sexy (i cant believe ive typed this with my own hands)

Dear Anon, I can't believe I wrote this with my own two hands lmaoo but thank you for the ask! Hope you like it!

Warnings: getting dicked down/eaten out by the alchemist and Reader is afab so they have a cooter.

Minors DNI

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Doctor!Giangio x GN!AFAB!Reader (NSFW)

You couldn't believe you're doing this...actually going to get checked down there, you knew you shouldn't have went on that one night stand, even your friend warned you but nope! You listened more to your junk than you did to your own common sense, curse being a desparate single loser. You sighed, better safe than sorry your friend said and you agreed with them. You looked around the waiting room which was oddly empty, your friend recommended this doctor that was said to be quick and efficient and good at what he does so of course you made the phone call.

Sighing again you sat down and only had to wait a few minutes before you heard footsteps approach the room you were in, turning your heard you saw a man dressed in black, wearing a top hat and had green/bluish hair that fell just onto his shoulders- what an odd looking man. He greeted you with a small smile, "H-Hello...you must be (Y/N)? Come this way please..." his voice was soft yet shaky, he sounded almost nervous which then made you nervous, this was the guy examining you? Oh dear.

You got up and followed him, it was silent with only the sound of you and the doctors shoes against the clean floor, you felt nervous and the doctor turned to you a little and gave a small smile which probably was his way of trying to calm you as you gave a small smile back.

Finally reaching the room he let you in first and followed after you, "please take a seat, this will only take a few minutes...don't worry. My name's Giangio by the way" his shaky voice spoke as you nodded and looked at the table as you then saw the doctor take off his hat and place it on the table and turned away to give you some privacy. You took off your coat and slipped of your pants along with your underwear, you gulped as you laid on the long chair.

"Ready..." you said as Giangio turned around and made his way to you, "so, I've been informed you think you may have a STI?" you blushed, "y-yes, a friend of mine suggested I go as I've been feeling funny..." he nodded, "better to be safe than sorry, your friend is right." He place gloves onto his hands before gently placing his hands onto your knees to separate your legs, cold air hit your warmth making you shiver a little. "Everything will be okay, dear..." the doctor said with a small smile, despite being dressed odd the man was quite attractive. You shook the thoughts out your head, really? Thinking of how hot your doc is WHILE getting an exam? For shame, (Y/N). Giangio looked up at you as you were silent, "shall I give you something to help calm you?" he asked, you thought for a second before nodding "sure..." he nodded and got up before going to his desk and taking something out, it was blue and in a syringe. He walked up to you and took a hold of your arm gently before injecting you with whatever liquid was in there. "this will...calm me?" "mm-hm!" he hummed as he took out the syringe and wiped the area with a cleaning wipe.

You took a deep breath as you watched him go back to the position he was in between your legs, you felt two of his fingers gently touch your warmth as you bit your lip, maybe it was the injection he gave but you felt aroused at the man doing this. You peeked at him between your legs as he was focused on examining you, you gasped a little as your felt his cold finger touch your enterance. "Oh my... are you okay?" his voice spoke up as you nodded, "y-yes...I'm fine." he stared at you a little longer before going back to his work. It took a few minutes before he proped himself back up, "everything seems to be okay! No infection!" he chuckled as you let out a sigh. "T-Thats good..." Giangio glanced at you, "hm...do you feel hot?" he asked, the shyness in his voice slowly disappearing making you furrow your eyebrows, "a little...uhm...what did you put in me?" you asked, sitting up slightly looking at the man between your legs. "Just...something to keep you calm..." he gave a small smile but it was a little different than his usual smiles that he had given you.

You gulped, despite the fact this was a weird situation to be in you couldn't help but even feel more aroused especially with the look he was giving you and honestly? You wouldn't mind if something did happen. You saw him chuckle as he leaned closer especially to your groin making you bite your lip, "the effect of the injection will last for a bit...so how about I help you, dear..." he said coyly.

You felt your cheeks go red but was intrigued with the idea, might as well...your aroused and Dr. Giangio was good looking. "Fuck it..." you grumbled as you leaned up and pulled him by his coat before pressing your lips against his making him gasp before feeling him deepen the kiss. Pulling away a little he narrowed his eyes at you, "let the examination continue..." he mumbled as you felt a finger slowly rub against your clit making you squirm a little, you pulled him in for another kiss, feeling his tongue against yours as you felt a slight pinch against your senstive part. "A-ah...rub a little faster..." "what do we say, my dear?" he questioned with a smirk, little bastard. You huffed, "please..." "what a polite patient you are" he chuckled, as he rubbed against your clit faster causing you to leaned back onto the chair as you felt the senstation go through you.

As you were distracted you gasped as you felt something soft and wet rub against your folds, you glanced down to see Giangios head between your legs- oh, he was eating you out...interesting. You felt a bit giddy as you felt his tongue taste you, you ran your fingers through his greenish hair making him softly moan against you the vibrations against your skin making you shiver again. "A-ah...mmgh...!" you felt a finger go into your enterance as the tongue that belonged to the man eating you was tasting you. You wrapped your legs around his head as he used his free hand to grasp your hip, your heart rate increasing. You felt him insert another finger slightly stretching you out, "everything okay, my dear?" He asked, looking up at you with narrow eyes, seeing that made you blush as you nodded again. "Yes...this f-feels good, Dr Giangio..." you whimpered making him chuckle, "you're so cute..."he pulled away making you look down at him. He sat up, removing his now wet fingers out you and took a seat at his desk and turned his chair at you, "come here..." he said softly, you followed his request and made your way to him before he took your hand and pulled you onto his lap. You blinked as you felt something hard against your wetness, good to know he's enjoying this too, you thought.

He leaned in and softly kissed the crook of your neck before biting it, not too hard to draw blood but hard enough to leave a mark. You softly moaned as you gripped his hair at the back of his head pushing him closer to you. You felt his tongue roll over your new found mark before he pulled back and looked at you, "would you like to...?" he started off, taking a glance at his groin. You nodded as you undid his zipper feeling more aroused before pulling out his member, it was hard and slightly leaking. "Pretty sure this isn't part of the exam?" you asked with a slight smirk, his lips matched your smirk "hmm thats true but...I only do this to special patients of mine..." "oh, am i special? How many people have you said that to?" you asked, eyebrow raised. "Very few people, my dear..." he replied as he leaned in and kissed you.

You gasped as he slipped his tip between your folds and stretching you a little, he was average size and yet you still weren't open wide enough for him. You huffed, you were going to power through this and wipe that smirk off his face that he was giving you. You leaned in and bit his neck and leaving a love bite making him moan softly, "a-ah...(Y/N)..." he wrapped his arm around your waist as you looked down at him, "lube. now." you demanded making him raise his eyebrows a little before he went into his draw and pulled out a clear bottle before passing it to you. You smiled as you place some lube onto your hand before wrapping your fingers around his member, you felt him shiver at the sudden coolness of the liquid and once that was done you slowly placed yourself onto him before moving faster and managing to have all of him inside you, filling you up and hearing him softly moan at the sudden warmth.

You panted as you wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him close with his face in your chest, you moaned and panted softly as you felt him give you love bites on your chest. You began to bounce on him feeling his member hit your sweet spot, "my...I have such a vocal patient" Giangio chuckled into your soft skin as he grasped your hip and thrusted into you, hair sticking to his face as his face grew hot from the activity. You clenched yourself around his member causing him to moan and gripping your hip tightly, "m-mm...such a good patient..." he panted as he could feel himself edging, he picked you up and placed you on his clean desk before suddenly picking up the pace, thrusting in you as hard as he could causing you to arch your back and throwing your head back too. "A-ah! G-god! Faster...faster..." you panted out as you could feel yourself coming to an end, gripping onto his coat as you moaned out his name as you suddenly released, your juices coating his member as you felt a warm liquid seep into you- he had came too.

The two of you panted as you came down from your high, you sat up as Giangio straighted up himself. "Well, that was a thrilling experience", you nodded "one question...what the hell did you put in me?" you asked as Giangio tilted his head innocently, "just something to help you relax-" he coughed, clearing his throat "-but it appears everything is all okay down there however...just to be safe, I think you should come in more often" he smirked slightly making you raise an eyebrow, "I think I shall..." you got off the desk and placed your clothes back on. You felt finger tips under your chin making you look up at the doctor, "how about I see you next monday?" you nodded, "till then" he leaned down and kissed you before pulling away and sitting at his desk, you made your way out of the office with a smile on your face.

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