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The Bear & The Fox (Carmy Berzatto x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 4: Bring a fox to a bear fight

Words: 8.7k (wft?!?)

Summary: Tensions with Carmy finally snap.

a/n: In honor of a new poster and release date for season 2, here's chapter 4! Hope you enjoy! xx P.S. There will be some spanish in this but if you're a 'no sabo kid' you can shamelessly use google translate❤️

WARNING: Smut ahead, masturbation, p in v unprotected sex (birth control is mentioned), minors DNI but you'll do what you want so don't say I didn't warn you

You felt it before even opening your eyes. The growing migraine had settled camp between your brows while you slept and his companion, an uneasy stomach, had you crawling out of bed and into the nearest bathroom to dispose of the undigested contents of last night. You ungracefully swatted your hair out of the way with half your head inside the bowl when a shadow stood by the door you had forgotten to close in the rush of the moment.

“Ay, mira que bonito!” You heard your mother’s taunting voice above you. “You had fun last night, mija?” She said in a fake sweetness, one hand rubbing over your heaving back as your stomach spewed itself into the porcelain.

The torture stopped long enough for you to look up at her through narrow slits, then feeling the acid crawl its way back up again.

“Isn’t this punishment enough?” You managed to say through a sore throat, spitting the last bit of red saliva inside and flushing. ‘Fuckin’ daiquiris’

You stood on wobbly knees from the cold tiled floor and rested your face against the wall by the door, your mother staring amused.

“No, those are just consequences, mi amor.” She smirked, reaching to caress your cheek, but stopped midway in distaste when she saw little remains of spit across it. “Maybe when you're clean.”

A soft sneer curled on your lips and you made a kiss motion at her.

“C’mon mami, gimme a kiss” You teased, leaning forward.

She took a step back as you took one towards her, reaching to pull at her hands. Her head shook in laughter as she stepped deeper in your room and tossed the towel hanging on the wall directly to your head. It fell with a ‘thunk’ to the ground and your vision blurred slightly while leaning down to pick it up.

“Take a shower, you smell like shit.” Your mother said on her way out the door. “And grandpa made breakfast!” She yelled from the hallway and the volume had your head pounding with heavy fists at your temples.

With sluggish movements, trying to not upset your already ruined digestion, you moved to your closet for a fresh set of clothes, then to your bed to wake up Syd. You found the space empty and wondered how she had gotten up without waking you, considering you were a light sleeper, but too much thinking made your head hurt so you left it to a mystery.

The bright rays of sunshine filtering through the open bathroom window usually appealed as lovely to your houseplant soul, however as you undressed to shower with a permanent scowl, the soft light burnt a hole through your tired retinas. You dragged yourself inside and as soon as the warm water hit your skin, you sighed in relief. There was nothing a warm shower couldn’t cure.

As you mechanically went through your routine, you assessed the events of the night before and the crater in your chest hollowed all over again. A few salty tears that mixed with the rosemary and lavender shampoo ran down the drain. Despite coming to terms with yourself that you’d solve everything that same day, the small voice in the back of your head nagged that ‘he probably didn’t even wanna see you, anyway’. You took a few calming breaths under the stream and pictured the perfect scenario to counter rest the dark thoughts swarming your unprotected psyche.

You’d show up to work as always, hopefully less hungover than you were feeling, and ask him to talk in his office. You’d tell him you were an asshole for hurting him and that you wanted nothing more than exactly what he was offering. You’d bicker back and forth for a while, but ultimately it would end precisely how it should have the night before, in a sweet sweet overdue kiss. You’d maybe even get to fulfill one of the many fantasies that flooded your head when he caressed your face in the small barely lit room.

Your breath hitched at the sudden change in direction your mind was taking you in. Behind closed lids, your consciousness had painted a promising picture of blown irises and tangled locks moving in a rhythmic tempo against you. His pearly skin was tainted carmine from the effort it took to contain himself as he slammed repeatedly into you; trained fingers digging into the sensitive skin of your upper thighs while he held you in place over the disheveled desk. Only the sound of shaky breaths and whispered praises filled the room while he confessed just how good you felt panting underneath him.

The vision in your head felt so real to your body, that your pulse had started racing and it had your cunt squeezing around nothing in frustration. A delicate hand slid down past your navel and a sigh of relief left your shaky lips at the sudden contact of your cold finger tips. You used the clear image in your head to aid the pulsing in between your folds, massaging at an equal pace to your vision. You pictured the veins in his arms, tensed with force, one hand holding you down while the other wrapped around your fragile throat and pulled you into a heated kiss. You felt the vibration from his groan travel down your trachea and straight into the speed of your fingers. Your knees quivered at the thought of his messy kisses down your neck, followed by shaky breaths of barely contained moans, your hands clawing at the skin of his back trying to press his chest closer to yours. All it took was the image of Carmy pulling your legs around his waist with force and burying his face in your neck, pounding ruthlessly against your skin before a strangled sigh left his mouth as he came, painting your insides white.

The force of a relieving orgasm knocked the strength off your knees and you used your other hand to lean on the chill tile, the stark contrast in temperature running chills along your sensitive skin. You took a couple calming breaths until your thighs recovered their strength and the once persistent headache had finally subsided. You finished showering with newfound energy.

Dressed and feeling surprisingly less shitty than expected, you walked out into the kitchen drying your hair and enticed by the smell of sausages. You rounded the island where your grandpa stood wearing a ‘kiss the chef’ apron and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. He handed you a plate of food with a smile and you thanked him then served yourself from the half empty coffee pot. Syd and your mom were having a lively conversation about where she had learned her great spanish as you silently finished your eggs and sausage, not wanting to add to the already noisy ambiance in the small area. Soft guitar strings played from somewhere in the living room, merging with the soft chirping of birds outside the tall windows that illuminated the room in a golden hue.

As you took a sip of your coffee leaning on the bar, your mother asked Syd if you had already invited the guys from work to your grandpa's 76th birthday next week. Your eyes grew wide in realization, only then did you remember that she had asked you to do it at least two weeks ago and you had not thought about it since. When she said no, your mother turned to you with a glare hidden behind a smile. You swallowed the bitter liquid and lowered your cup.

“I.. was getting around to it.” You confessed turning slowly and taking your empty plate to the sink behind you.

“What did I tell you, eh?” She began scolding you, “I told you ‘do it today before you forget’ and see? You forgot!”

You finished washing your dirty plate with your back to her and rolled your eyes.

“I’ll tell them today, I promise!” You told her, drying your hands on the gingerbread man dishcloth that had been out since last Christmas.

She gave you a long ‘Mhmm’ with crossed arms, eyed you with a scowl then rolled her eyes. “You better! I already told your tia Angie to add an extra ten people for the food, I don’t want anything to go to waste, okay?!” She continued as you rounded up your work bag from the couch and signaled for Sydney to hurry up.

She swallowed the last of her breakfast, slid from the stool and walked to the sink where she was about to wash her plate, but your grandfather took it from her hands and shook his head ‘Guest’ he said and pointed to her. She smiled with a ‘Gracias’ then ran to your room to get her things.

“Yes, I know. I’ll do it today.” You finished, walking over to both of them and giving them a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

Your mother grunted slightly but turned her cheek towards you.

“Oh! And invite that Carmy boy,” She said and your stomach churned. “He seems nice, no?” She whispered and scrunched up her nose at you.

“Syd let’s go!” You yelled ignoring her and walked into the hallway where your jacket hung.

“Thank you for breakfast, bye!” She called out to your family and followed you out the door. “Your mom told me that was your setup in the living room?”

You looked at her confused then remembered the half finished painting surrounded by empty paint tubes and drying brushes. The events from the day before made it seem like it had spent an eternity sitting to dry.

“Yeah, I like painting. Helps with my anxiety” You shrugged.

Sydney answered with a simple nod as you kept walking down the stairs. She reached up to massage her chin at the memory of tripping over the same steps a couple hours ago and a wave of laughter invaded you both as you made the rest of the way down.

You reached The Beef with a building worry. The plan to solve things with Carmy wasn’t as much a plan as it was an idea, and a vague one at that. You figured you had the whole train ride to come up with something, but it was mostly spent controlling your breath and trying not to puke all over the already sticky floors. So as Syd and you walked through the back entrance, unprepared and slightly nauseous, a stabbing sensation pierced your chest at the sight of an unruly head lifting up to meet your eyes.

The knot in your throat obstructed any possible passage of air and you stayed locked in place, grounded by the weight of his gaze.

“I think I’m gonna be sick again.” You whispered to Syd when you were no longer being observed by heavy pools of aquamarine.

He brought his attention back to mixing the dry ingredients for the rub on the beef, but you could tell his back had grown slightly more tense than usual. You passed beside him to the check in clock, muttering a ‘Mornin’ that he answered with a ‘G’Mornin’ chefs’, plural. Sydney shot a sympathetic look at you before moving to her area, lacking motivation. You debated whether to rip the band aid off now or wait until the end of the day, but knowing your impatient nature you knew the shift would be worse if you did nothing now.

“Uhm, Carmy?” Your voice sounded unsure, his fingers twitched slightly at the sound of it.

“Yes, chef.” He answered, mixing all the ingredients thoroughly in a bowl.

“Do you think we can talk?” You cracked your knuckles at your sides, waiting impatiently for his answer.

He looked at you for a millisecond, without bothering to raise his head completely, then moved to the hallway that led to the walk in.

“There’s nothin’ to talk about chef, we're good.” ‘Okay, so not even on a first name basis’ you thought.

You followed close behind and carelessly threw your things into the office floor, then catched the heavy metal door before it slammed shut behind him.

“Yeah you said that, but I feel like we’re not.” The force of the door shutting behind you pushed you fully inside and you were thankful for the cold climate drying your sweaty hands.

He had his back towards you as he rummaged through the stock long enough for it to be obvious that he was trying to avoid you. You fiddled with your fingers in anticipation, waiting for a word or a look, anything that signaled the start of a conversation.

“We are.” He answered, shooting you a brief over the shoulder glance then back to the rack.

You took in a deep breath and began. “Look, I’m sorry for what I said last nig-” He interrupted with a stern call of your name, hands leaning heavily against the shelf.

“-Chef, please,” He corrected, as if the simple syllables of your name physically hurt him to pronounce. His voice was low but authoritative. “If I say we’re good, then we’re good. Alright?”

“Yes.” You muttered, doing your best to swallow your heart back south into your chest.

“Yes, what?” He paused halfway in a turn, pulling a metal escoffier with the day's beef.

“Yes, chef.” You said through gritted teeth, irritated eyes locked into his.

His stare lingered on you for a moment longer, the tendon on the side on his neck tensed, then he lifted the heavy container and walked right past you, out the small room. You stayed a few moments longer inside, letting the chill air from the vents hit your overheated face and regulate your breath. With a final inhale, you pushed your way out to face the long day with an upset stomach and a beaten up chest.

**********

“I already fuckin’ told you how, Richard,” You spat angerly at him, the migraine in your head growing by the minute. “It’s not rocket science!”

It was the third time that day that he asked you for help because the tablet would go all crazy on him, that was two more than any regular day and you would be happy to explain how his grease covered fingers were the fucking problem, if it weren't for the massive headache that had you on a chokehold since the moment Tina opened the front door.

“Alright, geez! No need to throw in the government names!” He yelled back, throwing his arms up in desperation.

You sighed and dropped the empty dishes you were carrying on the lower counter beside him, then took one of the clean napkins and placed it in his hand. You moved his limp arm like you would a little kid and wiped the screen in demonstration.

“Okay, okay I get it, get off!” He said before swatting your hand away and continuing the task himself.

He kept mumbling under his breath how you were ‘insufferable when you’re hungover ’ and how ‘Carmy should’ve done a better job last night’ as you rounded up the dishes again and walked into the kitchen, not before painfully jamming your elbow into his side.

The hangover wasn’t the only problem, you had spent most of the morning throwing up and were sure you had gotten rid of most of the alcohol in your system. Having Carmy ignore you most of the day was the bigger issue. He had managed to avoid you all through morning prep and even hid in his office during family. You had maybe seen him two or three times during lunch service, but not once did he look up at you. Between having him act as if you weren’t even there and the constant guilt for how the conversation had gone, you were still trying to debate whether you wanted to try and talk things again. If there was anything left to solve.

You kept yourself busy during the break, setting the new tablecloths around the dining room, making sure they fell correctly and tried to ignore the pooling memories of his soft touches with every fabric you pulled out. Once they were set up to your liking, you took the empty cloth bag and walked back inside to save it with your remaining stuff. When you turned the corner towards the office, your sneakers squeaked at your sudden stop and your brow furrowed at the closed door. It was normally always open and you were sure you had left it that way twenty minutes ago when you had gone in to retrieve your things. You shrugged and kept walking to it, assuming it could have been a draft.

The last thing you expected to find inside was a tall blonde standing in the middle of the room beside Carmy. They both turned startled at the sudden intrusion while you stopped abruptly half way in. Your eyes danced between them for less than a second, a growing warmth of embarrassment holding your cheeks hostage. Carmy averted his gaze as the women scanned you expectantly.

“Uh… so-sorry.” You managed to blurt out, throw the fabric by the floor with the rest of your things and quickly shut the door behind you.

A dense huff left your chest when the door finally clicked shut. You moved back as if it were to combust instantaneously and still somewhat disoriented, traveled to the back for a breath of fresh air.

The soft crunch of gravel under your shoes grew therapeutic after the long day, as the smoke from a nearby cigarette floated to your nose and seemed appealing in the moment. Richie sat on one of the stacked up crates digging on the little stones by his feet, cig in between his fingers as he typed energetically on his phone. He looked up long enough to see you walk towards him with an extended hand to bum out a drag. He did so doubtful because he had never seen you smoke before, but didn’t care enough to ask and offered it anyway.

The numbing sensation spread to your head after the second drag, the voices in the back asking why you had quit in the first place. You handed the shorter tube back to Richie and leaned against the brick wall, still faintly warm from the early spring sun. You played with your bottom lip in concentration, racking your brain for ways you could ask him about the woman you saw Carmy with, without sounding too intrusive. ‘Fuck it, he already thought you were fucking, might as well ask.’ you thought.

You cleared your throat with a small cough and he turned to you with raised brows.

“Hey Richie,” You began, picking at the loose skin around your nails. “D-do you know who that blonde woman is? The one in the office?”

“Blonde woman.. Who, Sugar?” He asked leaning back to get a better look at you, smoke between his curled lips.

You shrugged trying to seem as nonchalant as it was possible, with your anxious brain throwing thousands of scenarios per second.

He took another drag, blew the smoke then spoke. “Oh, that’s uhm… that’s Carmy’s wife.” Richie spoke flatly, scratching above his bottom lip to hide an upcoming smirk.

Are you fucking kidding me?!

The blood underneath your skin began to boil, you felt hot and cold at the same time and your vision blurred with the threat of unsuspecting tears. Your breaths began to grow shorter but heavier as the acid in your stomach tried to claw its way up for the fifth time. You swallowed hard and snatched the cig from his offering hand, inhaling as much of the toxic fumes as it took to settle your boiling anger back into a simmer.

“Oh. She’s pretty.” Was all you were able to say, though it didn’t reflect the indescribable rage you were feeling.

At who, you weren’t sure. Yourself firstly, for being so foolishly naive to assume that he was different from any other tattooed, apron wearing son of a bitch you had met before. For thinking that he was actually interested in you as a human being and didn’t see you as another gold medal to receive as price for fucking the new girl. You were obviously extremely pissed at Carmen because what the actual fuck?! Who fucking does that?! Of course you knew of one fucking person, but did Carmen really think you were never going to find out? Why had Sydney not told you or did she not know either?

A million questions raced through your mind as you took another long inhale of smoke, eyes fixated on the rocky ground. You were so lost in the whirlpool of rage, you didn’t notice how Richie had pulled another cigarette for himself, leaving you the half finished one.

“Guess you didn’t know then, huh?” He asked, flicking the lighter on and burning the herby tip.

You shook your head slowly, thumbnail in between your teeth, the floating smoke from the ember tip between your fingers reached your eyes and made them water. ‘Yeah, that's what it is’, you thought. You sniffed heavily and regained composure because Richie was the last person who you’d let see you have a breakdown.

The dense metal door opened with a creek and the person you dreaded to see the most stepped out into the empty space. He walked towards you and Richie with his own unlit cig between his lips, brow creased when he eyed yours.

“Didn’t you quit?” He asked, nodding his head towards the short tube between your lips.

Pushing yourself off the brick with a last inhale of smoke, you flicked the end into the nearby garbage and walked past him without a single glance in his direction. You didn’t trust your voice or anything that would come out of it if you decided to answer, so you pushed your way inside and let the broth of your heated emotions simmer in your chest for what was left of the day.

You did what you do best when pissed, suppress everything in a little dark corner in your head and focus on the task at hand, the task now being getting through the dinner rush alive. It seemed like people knew you had a shitty day and could use the distraction because they had not stopped coming in since the doors were reopened at five. Between orders and clearing tables, you had only looked at your watch twice all afternoon, the last being twenty minutes ago when it read 8:30pm.

Carrying the last of the empty dishes into the back, you spotted Angel leaning lazily against the rack holding the clean kitchenware. You placed the plates lightly on the empty space beside the sink and he groaned in response to seeing them.

“I take it ‘adventure’ was fun, then?” You said teasingly then patted him on the back. “Those are my last ones!” You let him know, walking back out to finish cleaning your station.

A few customers lingered around, only two or three sat on the counter while they waited for their to-go orders, but other than that the dining room had grown empty. It was only then that you felt the weight of the day's events fall hefty on your overworked back. You placed your cool fingertips over your tired eyelids, taking a few long breaths as the dam you had kept all your anger behind began to crack. All you could see were flashes of swaying blues and golden brows as the choir in your brain listed all the reasons you were an idiot for putting your trust in someone again.

��Please don’t ever think for a second that I would do anything to hurt you.’ The once sweet words now ran like bitter sap down your throat, the stickiness gluing it shut and leaving everything inside to brew until it reached a break point. You didn’t know if you were angrier at him or yourself. You tried to search your memories for any indication or mention of a partner, a ring or maybe even a tan line across his finger, but they all hit a dead end.

Frustration and sadness were a dangerous cocktail mixing at the back of your eyes and picking at your tear ducts, you rubbed hard until you saw stars to try to get the sensation out, but it only seemed to make it worse.

‘No, you are not gonna break now’ you reminded yourself, pulling the tears back into your eyes with a loud sniff. ‘You’re going to finish your shift, tell Carmy where he can stick his stupid fuckin’ spoon and never come back again’.

You had made that clear in your head while running orders. Every time you picked a new one from the expo and saw his inked hand push it towards you, the annoyance grew uncomfortable in your chest and you had to bite your tongue to the point of injury. You couldn’t stay like this, not when only a couple hours ago you were ready to break your most personal foundation for him, not when some fucked up part of your brain had made you believe that you could even get to love him, and he you.

It seemed of little value now, to think of this place as your safe haven when now you were afraid to catch him around every corner. Afraid of whether you’d want to slap him or kiss him because that’s how confusing your head was starting to feel. An almost inaudible voice in the back had planted the doubt that ‘Maybe this was Richie’s way of getting back at you for being a bitch all day and none of it is true’ but even if it was right, that didn’t take away the fact that things were never going to go back to how they used to.

If it weren’t true and you stayed, that still left the guilt of rejecting him looming above you both, persistent, dark and never ending. And if it were and you still stayed, knowing that he had consciously tried something with you while having someone waiting for him at home would rip you from the inside out. The last time that happened, you almost didn’t make it out… and nothing promised that this time would be any different.

With the new found heaviness of old wounds, you cleared your throat from the asphyxiating knot and continued to clean the mess left on the table, for what felt like the last time. You thoroughly scanned the room for remaining garbage, then took the last bags out to the back dumpster. One last swipe of the counters and there was nothing more left to do. You wanted to keep looking for things to do, things to clean or rearrange. Anything to delay the inevitable. But as you turned off the light inside the closed space, you knew you had to do it.

The kitchen was empty as you made your way slowly through the hallway, everyone had gone home at least twenty minutes before. Syd had even asked if you wanted company, but you denied it politely, knowing it was something you had to do alone; besides you didn’t know how rude you were gonna get and were in no need of an audience.

A growing anxiety took a hold of your chest as you reached the small office door and you spotted Carmy sitting with his back towards the entrance. Your step faltered when your legs grew weak at the thought of confrontation and as if he could feel your presence, the chair turned in your direction. He swallowed at the sight of you, brows raised in surprise, weighing heavy on your heart. You forced yourself inside and leaned down by the foot of the door that had become a foster home for your bag during the last month and a half.

He cleared his throat with a cough and you looked up at him expectantly.

“You headin’ home?” He asked, playing with the pen in his hand.

Swallowing the knot back down, you nodded and stood straight. “Yeah.. and I won’t be back.” His expression changed to one of worry. “So… thank you and fuck you.”

With the strap held like a lifeline, you turned in place and tried to make your way out of the small space before he had a chance to react.

“Wait, wait, wait-” He said loudly following behind you.

He quickly rounded the station through the other side and reached the hallway that led to the steward area and the backdoor before you, extending a strong arm against the rack and locking you in. You stopped abruptly, almost knocking face first into his bicep, then took two steps back for space.

“Can you please, tell me what the fuck is going on?”

This is exactly what you wanted to avoid, almost as much as you were avoiding his intense stare. He took a step forwards, lightly leaning down to your eye level and that made you glare at him instantly, because was he fucking squaring up at you? You stood your ground and raised your brows in defiance. You could see the muscles in his jaw tense up, eyes swirling with a hurricane.

“I don’t want to work here anymore… with you.” You answered with difficulty. Your voice was betraying your stand.

“Why?” He asked with a blank stare.

“Because I don’t think it’s ethical.”

“Why?”

“Because I don’t like you.”

“Why?”

“Because I think you’re a son of a bitch.” This began to frustrate you.

“Why?”

“Because how fuckin’ dare you hit on me when you’re fuckin’ married!” You finally exploded.

“Is that all this is about?!” He finally answered clearly.

“What do you mean ‘Is that all’! That “all” is a big fuckin’ deal!”

“Who told you that shit, anyway?!” Carmy asked frustrated, the tint on his skin rising up his neck.

“I saw her in your office, what? You thought I was never gonna find out?!”

“Who, Sugar?!”

“Yes, Sugar!” You shouted exasperated, had he always been this irritating?

He breathed out a humorless laugh, one hand rubbing his mouth, the other on his hip as he stared down at you.

“Sugar… is my fuckin’ sister. Wh-who told you that married shit?!” He asked, waving his hand angrily in the air.

“Doesn’t matter, the fuck was I supposed to know that?!” You shouted back, too deep in now to swallow down the contents of your mistake, scattered all over the floor.

“I don’t know, maybe you could have asked me!”

“Oh, like you would tell me shit.” You responded, rolling your eyes at him and crossing your arms over your chest. It was a lost fight but you were too stubborn to admit you were wrong now.

“Seriously? That’s fuckin’ rich coming from you. You wanted me to believe I scared you into leaving!” He takes another step towards you and this one has you sliding a couple inches back.

“I said I was sorry, okay?” The heavy pounding vibrated inside your ears as adrenaline mixed blood traveled faster into your head.

“Yeah well, you say that a lot lately.” He answered sarcastically, the pain hidden behind thin humor had your arms lose their grip and fall flaccid beside you.

“Look, that’s not the point,okay? The point is I can’t stay here.” You reply defeated, a pang of guilt hitting your stomach.

“Why?! Cause of some made up wife that turned out to be my sister?!”

You turned to the metal table behind you and dropped your bag on top with a loud clang of what you assumed were your keys inside. Sweaty palms rested on top of the cool surface and you let your head hang low while you tried to calm your anger down. Maybe you did go a bit too far by not asking him first, but in your defense, being hot headed was part of your nature.

“No Carmy- because I can’t stand seeing you every second of every day and not being able t-to touch you or-or kiss or do anything about all these stupid feelings inside! ” You finally confessed when you could no longer see his intense stare. The words stumbled out like the alcohol contents of that morning, heavy, fast and unstoppable.

Your heavy breaths and the running motor of the walk in are the only sounds audible in the reduced space. But if you could take a peek in either of your heads, you’d be surprised at the amount of swarming voices trying to decipher a million thoughts per second. Your eyes were fixated on the carefully organized spices resting on the second level of the table.

“So that’s your plan, then? Leavin’ cause you like me too much, but you can’t do anything while you’re here.” He whispered and you heard the light squeak of his kitchen shoes as he moved closer to you.

As the cloud of anger slowly dissipated, giving pathway to clear thoughts, the undertones of his words appeared unobstructed in front of you. You blinked continuously as you played out the idea in your head.

“Yeah… I-I guess.” You mumbled.

A soft breath escaped your lips when you felt a warm touch contrast to the chill surface. You looked down to your left hand, a bigger one placed carefully on top, skilled fingers inching close to the free space between yours, a tickling feeling erupting at the touch. Your fingers rounded softly around his and that was the sign of reassurance he needed to step closer to you, chest pressing fully to the length of your back and caging you to the table.

He held your palm like delicate glass under his rough hand, both of your eyes trained on the curved limbs, afraid the eye contact would strip your souls too bare. Carmy whispered your name like a prayer, voice soft enough only for you to hear in the empty space, a wisp of sultry air hit the base of your neck and erupting chills around the sensitive skin.

“You are amazingly smart, really fuckin’ funny and it would be a lie if I said I wouldn’t miss you… but if having you with me means not seeing you here every day, then I will gladly fire you myself.”

A breathy laugh left your lips, soon replaced by a sharp intake when you felt his fingertips brush gently at the base of your neck, moving your hair out of the way then leaning down to place a tender kiss to the skin. Your vision blurred at the edges from the simple touch and the hand holding his, locked tight around tattooed fingers. He kept planting small kisses to your rising skin, stealing small gasps from your chest, finding it adorable and amusing all at once. You felt a shy smile against your neck as his right digits skimmed over the soft velvet of your other arm.

It was ridiculous how his effortless touch had you almost losing grasp of your self control so easily. You tried to regain your composure, or at least concentrate on what would leave your mouth next, other than shameful gasps. Your mouth fell dry when his right hand curled at your waist and when he pressed himself closer to you, your lips parted open like a fish praying for a drop of water outside the ocean.

“Want me to stop?” He whispered in between pecks. He knew your answer from the way your body was reacting to him, but the never ending voice in the back of his head made him doubtful.

You shook your head no, not trusting the words in your mouth, swallowing dryly, and took the chance to turn around as best you could in the limited space. With heaving breaths and a thumping heart you finally looked up into the cloudless sky trapped in his eyes. Your brows furrowed at the marvelous change they reflected from the tired man you had grown to care for.

Now with a clear head, a different answer manifested in your mind as the one you had given the night before. If it meant you had to lose one thing to gain another even better, then so be it. You weren’t breaking any self imposed rule, only finding a loophole around it. There was no doubt in your mind that you wanted this. No angry voices in your head alarming you of what a terrible idea this was. It was only you, him and the prospect of a future together, however long it may be.

You stood on your toes and at last, closed the little distance left between your lips, He kissed back almost immediately, like he had been waiting for this exact moment, soft hungry lips dancing gracefully against each other. His hands moved to wrap around your waist again, pulling you closer as yours curled hard around the flimsy material of the white shirt on his torso. You bit lightly on his bottom lip and a small groan vibrated from his throat into yours and directly in between your thighs.

Without an inch of hesitation, he parted from your kiss and strong arms lifted you up to sit on the chill metal. Your legs opened for him to step in between and your cheeks would have gone crimson at the way they parted instantly if he would have given you a chance, but immediately after moving into the welcoming space, his hand circled the back of your neck and crashed your lips to his again with new found passion. The view was parallel to your imagination and a soft moan escaped your lips at the sweet memory, one he swallowed gladly. His other hand massaged your upper thigh, thumb brushing tenderly over the inside of your jeans, very close to the pulsing center where you needed him most.

You held on to his shoulder in support and threaded your fingers through his hair, just like you had imagined many times before. His hand squeezed your thigh deliciously at a pull to his roots and the vibration that escaped his throat allowed you to deepen the kiss, slipping your tongue to caress his own. Your lungs burned from the lack of air but you would rather die by asphyxiation than lose the rhythm you had carefully cultivated with him.

The hand on your thigh traveled back slowly, both meeting at the base of your spine. Still in your cloudy haze, you expected him to continue his exploration down, but his fingers stayed spread out at the bottom of your back, unable to move. With hands still knotted in golden strands, you circled your legs around what you could reach of his hips and pulled him closer than before. An involuntary snap of his pelvis against your core ripped a surprised whimper from your mouth and the sound seemed to be enough of a push for his hands to reach down to your ass, pulling you to the edge of the metal and kneading the tender flesh.

You could feel the straining bulge against his jeans as he continued to grind persistently, a strong grasp on your body. Short gasps escaped your lips at the friction, just enough to get you riled up but not to reach the high you were chasing. Peeling your lips from his to take a heavy breath, you pecked down his jaw and up to his ear where you rolled his lobe between your teeth. He shivered under your touch, a shaky laugh leaving his lips as his head fell on your shoulder and his movements faltered.

“Carmy… ” You pleaded into his ear.

It didn’t matter if you sounded pitiful, the only thing you needed at the moment was for him to take you hard on that table. You let go from his hair and dropped your hands to the buttons of his black jeans while you worked his ear between licks and tiny bites. His hands mirrored yours, fluidly popping the buttons open and sliding the thick material down your legs. Your sneakers fell to the ground with an empty noise when you kicked them off as he discarded your jeans somewhere on the kitchen floor, then pushed your hand down the loose waistband of his jeans and boxers to his welcoming hard cock.

His breath got caught in his throat from the sudden touch of your ever-cold hands, a heavy moan leaving his lips and tickling the inside of your neck. You stroked the surprising length with slow movements. You didn’t expect him to be so… gifted, at least he didn’t carry himself like it. It was a nice shock, one that had you grinding against nothing on the cool metal.

He must have sensed your desperation as a struggling whine left your mouth, because he placed a trail of soft kisses back up to your face. One of his hands rubbed your cheek tenderly, softly shushing you while his thumb brushed over your bottom lip.

“Shh, it’s okay” Carmy muttered with a low raspy voice. “I got you… I got you.” He placed soft kisses over your whimpering lips. The change in his tone from what you were used to made the movements of your hand waver inside his jeans and you squeezed lightly around his cock.

With no warning, skilled fingers rubbed at your folds through the fabric of your damp underwear, forcing a guttural moan to escape the deepest part of your being. He repeated the circular motion whilst peppering around your heaving lips with wet kisses. Using your thighs for support, you grind your hips to his palm, looking for release and speeding up your movements carefully on your other hand. He answered your actions by pushing your underwear to the side and massaging the tender area at a torturous pace.

A shock wave traveled up your spine at the contact, your hips chasing after his touch. He teased your entrance with his middle finger, rubbing around it but not quite going all the way.

“Fuck… Carmy, please” You managed to say between gasps, pushing your hips towards him to stimulate the friction.

“Please what?” He asked through gritted teeth, screwed brows betraying the blankness in his voice.

You tried following his movements, but the hand on your cheek quickly snapped down to your soft thighs, pressing you down with strength onto the counter top, a small smack rippling through your skin and vibrating tight down to your core.

“C’om on, chef… use your words for me.” He whispered near your ear and the simple sentence had your cunt gripping around nothing. “D'you want me to fuck you?” He asked, middle finger dipping halfway into you with a torturing pace. “To fill you up here, in the middle of my kitchen?”

Oh. Oh.

This was new. As well as the bubble of excitement growing in the valley between your legs. You had never been a fan of dirty talk, but the way your body was reacting to his words made you believe that no one had done it correctly until now. Gone was the stuttering man who couldn’t hold eye contact with you at the start, now replaced by some smooth motherfucker who could make you come with just his words.

“Yes… please” Short gasps followed your words.

“Yes what?” He pulled his mouth from your neck and stared down at you through hooded eyelids.

You could feel his pulse vibrate through his heavy dick in your hand as short breaths left your kiss swollen lips. The words fell thick in your throat, trapped between a whine and a gasp. Your thoughts streamed rapidly in your head and you knew that no future scenario would ever live up to this moment. You knew it wasn’t just about the sex he was asking approval for, it was about the whole conversation. The fight, the confession, the plated tray with his heart atop it that you had left untouched the night before. He needed the reassurance that this was not a goodbye or a one and done.

“Yes chef” You whispered with no doubts.

You pulled your hand from inside his jeans, then used your legs to pull them further down and finally free his erection from its confined space. And without taking your eyes off his, you reached up to your mouth, stuck out your tongue and swiped a thick coat of saliva to your digits. His lips parted in a daze, dark eyes flickering to your lips then back to your glossy stare.

The moment your hand made contact with his pulsing girth, he knew he was done for.

He pulled your hips to the edge, then carelessly removed your underwear and his shirt. Your eyes caught on dark designs decorating his hard abdomen and rib cage, and your mouth watered at the idea of tracing your tongue on each individual line, but the velvet tip of his cock sliding between your opening knocked all the thoughts inside your head.

“Shit..”He said under a shaky breath “D-do you have one?”

His forehead pressed to yours, both sets of eyes fixed on the view below them.

“No but, uhm.. I got an IUD. I-I’m all set.”

“Yeah, no..uhm, I mean cool, t-that’s great.” He responded with a nervous laugh.

“Yeah..” You answered amused.

You held his cock in your lubricated hand as his tip found your entrance, then slowly disappeared past your folds. A shared groan vibrated in the closeness of your chest when a delicious ache tingled along your cunt at the sudden stretch. Carmy dropped his head to place a kiss against your clothed shoulder and circled his hands under your thighs for a better grip. He stayed immobile for a couple long seconds, basking in the tight hold your pussy had around him, so much better than what he had ever imagined.

You shuttered beside his ear when he unsteadily pulled back almost to the tip and a small smile curled on his lips. Carmy took a calming breath to ease his racing heart, and without warning slammed his hips deep into your own, thick fingers kneading at the underskin of your thighs. The force of his pace pulled the last puffs of air from your lungs, leaving you a panting mess underneath his touch. One of your hands gripped the slick surface behind you for support while the other clawed against Carmy’s back, pressing him impossibly closer to you.

A thread of ‘Fuckfuckfuck’ and ‘Oh god’ spilled from your mouth with each strong thrust assaulting your body. Your senses were overwhelmed by his actions, every individual pound against you was followed by the obscene sound of slapping skin and blurred vision. His hips snapped repeatedly into you, pushing everything out of the way and filling you up with only him. You could feel him so deep in you that the taste of his cock lingered on your tongue.

The force of his movements rattled the legs of the table and a few spice containers fell around you, but that didn’t seem important enough for him to stop his brutal force.

A long fuck shaped groan left his throat, the dirty noise making your grip on his dick tighten.

“Fuck C-Carmy” You breathed out with wavering strength.

He separated from your neck long enough to admire how beautiful you looked under him. Baby hairs stuck to your sweaty forehead and rubies decorated your freckled cheeks. Your eyes were blown wide and brows knit together as you took in every of his firm thrusts. He could see the soft bounce of your breasts under your thin shit and he could only dream of what he would do with them when you had more time.

“W-what” You asked him when you caught him staring longingly at you.

His movements slowed down but didn’t stop fully, only enough to take in the full view of your glowing skin and panting chest.

“You’re fuckin’ perfect.” He sighed and a breathy laugh vibrated softly against your joined bodies.

He pulled you into a soft kiss, savoring the taste of the heated moment and categorizing it under one of the best things he had placed upon his tongue. A sharp gasp ripped from your chest when he snapped his pelvis deep into you, hitting a specific spot that left you a mumbling mess under his tips. He did it again, just to see you fall apart at his touch, head falling back and gasping for air.

Carmy found the whole experience extra corporeal and as if something had gained total control of his body, his hands carried your thighs higher up and pressed them to your chest, each socked foot resting on his broad shoulders. You took your nails from his back and rested both pals behind you, keeping you upright. Then he angled himself to where he felt a soft stop inside you and began to snap his hips against it.

The sensation was so strong you could barely mutter his name. You felt him everywhere, so deep you could feel him up your throat, in your bloodstream and every individual cell in your body. Your skin burned to the touch and nothing other than him pounding ruthlessly against you made sense in your mind. He was fucking you stupid, pulse beating in your navel and eyes covered in blinding stars.

You tried to let him know, warn him even, but nothing other than his name fell like prayer beads from your heaving lips. You squeezed your cunt around him and a small falter in his actions gave you some room to breathe.

“Fuck I-I can’t, Car-Carmy I'm gonn-” You struggled, waiting for the air to reach your lungs, but it was all tainted by the smell of sex and him.

“Let go, baby, let go” He cooed between moans.

And it was all you needed to hear to finally lose yourself completely to his touch. The smacking noise grew louder as he gripped your thighs with one arm around them, then the other traveled between you, placing his thumb above your swollen clit and pushing down in insistent circles.

The pressure in the base of your belly ultimately broke with a snap and an uncontained moan painted the walls of the empty kitchen in a lilac hue. Your vision blurred as tears of bliss gathered under your eyelids and your body floated into nothingness. Your walls pulsed around his dick with two more thrusts and that was enough for him to follow you down the rabbit hole of your joined orgasm. A choked growl vibrated in his chest and streaks of red crawled their way up his neck and buried at his cheeks with his release.

His grip on your legs loosened when he used his hands to steady his weight against the table, and let them fall carefully around his waist as he catched his breath. With his head hanging low, he pecked small kisses to your exposed skin. Your head hanging back with eyes shut, trying to enjoy the last ripples of pleasure turning into shallow waves. One of your hands caressed up his sweaty skin and buried into the tangled mess of his hair lovingly.

A soft pleased smile covered his features, closed eyelashes feathering lightly against yours. His large palm rested beside your still trembling thigh, soft thumb rubbing calming circles and a small chuckle left his lips.

“It was fuckin’ Richie, wasn’t it?” He asked, breaking the pleasant blissful silence you had sat in for however long it took to settle your raging heartbeats.

You nodded in response with your own small laugh and heard him mumble a ‘Fuckin’ Richie’, raising his head and looking lovingly into your glossed over eyes.

“It’s okay, I’ll just tell everyone he’s the reason I quit so they hate him for a little while.” You whispered and a beautiful sound left his lips.

It was a soft relaxed sighed laugh, the kind you don’t have to force and that vibrates directly from your chest out, brightening the space around you. Your chest tightened at the melodious sound and your brows scrunched up in awe when he finally opened his eyes again. The ever present line of worry above his brows was gone, leaving behind only the tint of rich aquamarine and sapphire blues.

Chapter 5.

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The Question of the Collar & the Dark Rise Trilogy

I am pro collar. And Ill tell you why.

I have been seeing a couple posts on this topic and people go back and forth, but none have fully encapsulated what I see as being one of the biggest reasons I believe the collar is consensual and probably a kink. I also think there is a possibility it also allows free will, but today I shall argue for why I believe it’s consensual on James’s part, because that is where the doubt lies within the fandom it seems. It is very clear to me that Will is erotically enticed by the collar also, but who really needs convincing of that?

So, firstly, there are so many instances where we see that James is visibly turned on by the collar. See how Will acknowledges James in the quote below as looking already surrendered, and going “pliant as if the same hot gold ran like sweet need through his veins” :

James is clearly very turned on by the collar, it’s in the text in many instances. The words used here are evocative: need, pliant, sweet, and hot. Where do you see that kind of language other than in the erotica and romance genres? It then goes on to talk about how his shirt is open, how his eyes are glazed, and how he is “yielding”. Basically, this is a sex scene without the sex. The collar is an object of lust for the duo, and this is being communicated to the audience. Authors, when writing, do not use evocative language by accident. No. They paint a picture with words to influence their readers emotionally in the direction they want our minds to go. Every detail is planted on purpose when you are a good author. And Pacat is a good author!

But there is so much more. Here, in the next scene, James is seen wetting his lips:

Wetting one’s lips is a sign of attraction. If you don’t believe me, just Google it! We also have another scene where James’s pupils are blown wide when watching the collar in the throne room scene; yet another physical sign of attraction in a human being and something we see in novels all the time.

But Pacat goes further than just showing the physical signs of being turned on. If Anharion consented to a collar that controls him (to what extent it controls him, we are still unsure) we should see the signs that this is something he is possibly interested in emotionally. Or at least, something Anharion was interested in and James responds to at least on some level. And there are so, so many signs. This is shown through what he likes, shown through what he does, says, and what others say about him (not just Will, but Sinclair as well as others). Why is Pacat seeding all these comments about James’s need to serve, to please, other than to put in our minds that there is an aspect of James/Anharion's character that this is something he likes, and that it is a possibility that the collar might have been his choice in the past? It’s a kink for sure, and something James may determine he is not interested in in the next book, but for the sake of argument, look at the screencaps below:

Will is picking up on something about James’s personality, and James is relieved and perhaps surprised that he has been so transparent. It is clear to Will that James likes to take orders. After all, before he was Sinclair’s (the Dark Lord’s) man, he was the exemplary novitiate, wasn’t he?

In an even better example of this below, we see him kind of asking Will that Will's request for James to come to him after opening the gate become an order. But, why ask this? What purpose does it serve James to make Will give him an order? Why does James want it to be an order?

Will catches on and gets it, equally turned on. His lips curl (in a smile) and lowering your lashes is a sign of submission in human interaction; James is lowering his lashes showing submission to Will. James is aroused here too, because in the next moment he asks Will to kiss him.

We have it from others perspectives too, here below, we have Sinclair telling James he likes to serve, he is a born submissive and to “belong” to someone, echoing what James himself has said to Will countless times:

And just to top this with a cherry, Sinclair’s scene with James he tells us James, upon a successful mission, liked being praised and “sitting at his feet”. This calls to mind the imagery of the chain at the bottom of the throne.

In terms of similar character types in Pacat's work, Erasmus from Captive Prince comes to mind. He was a collared slave and we get some glorious descriptions with him being quite the submissive with the “lowered lashes” (ring any bells?) :

May I just interject to reiterate that the language around the collar is really so sexual, I don’t think I need to post more about this, because some of the screencaps above illustrate this, but I am sure you can all imagine and remember how you felt reading those scenes; they were enticing. I just cant imagine Pacat would use such romantic, erotic, and lush imagery if this collar were the instrument of coercion, compulsion, and humiliation, and even possible r*pe, that we are supposed to think because this is YA fantasy genre and not horror. Someone might argue that they weren’t sleeping together when Anharion was wearing the collar, but I would counter-argue that of course they were! Everyone who knew about the Dark King and his Betrayer knew they were in a romantic relationship, from James’s father, to Gauthier, to Kettering. And we are only supposed to think the collar is all these bad things based off the second hand knowledge passed down by characters like Gauthier, or the vague and evasive language used in the last chapter by both James and the narration (but this is not really shown by James's feelings when he has it put on him). But when James first puts it on, he is described as “hating how good it felt” as well as having some rather erotic flashbacks to Anharion and Sarcean (and that didn’t sound coerced to me, it sounded romantic and swoon-worthy, it sounded like he was being "filled up" which is a way my old therapist friend used to describe being emotionally fulfilled by one's partner). So, why would the principle couple be one that started in coercion and assault? Maybe this is something else being said by Pacat about purity culture, and how there is nothing morally wrong with kink as long as the two are consenting, loving adults who trust each other? James CLEARLY trusts Will to "hold the key" so to speak as he asks him to in the throne room. Just because some of us dont explore our sexuality in this way doesn't make it wrong and I think Pacat is challenging the readers (as Will is being challenged) to reconsider their biases about what is "wrong" not through the lens of what other people think but through what two people feel is right in the loving and trusting relationship that they have together through Total Power Exchange. This is not a story about abuse. Who would want to read that?

No, this is something else in my opinion. I think the collar is completely in line with the desires of Sarcean and Anharion, and their reincarnations are now echoing those desires thousands of years later and they will see whether it is ultimately something that they want to explore together in the next book. The collar was consensual: it is not in line with the YA romance fantasy genre to have a couple start out so grossly abusive towards each other, especially when the language is evocative of romance, and the personalities are showing desire. I think we are meant to challenge our assumptions here about people and what is considered “normal” instead of just thinking if a couple doesn’t fit our idea of a perfect mold that there must be something wrong with them. Also, please remember that Pacat is twisting our heads in one direction with the characters own misconceptions and half truths, when I believe he is planting enough evidence to surprise us (and Will) in the last novel with the revelation that has been hidden in plain sight all along: that Sarcean wasn't hurting Anharion. On the contrary. He was freeing him.

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𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝'𝐲𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠?

chifuyu matsuno, baji keisuke, mikey sano, mitsuya takashi x gn!reader - fluff (0.9k+)

request: hey nana!! may i request how chifuyu, baji, mikey, and mitsuya would react to you getting a nose piercing? a ring or stud, doesn't matter :) thank u sm!!

warnings: mild descriptions of needles, pain (??) and poorly researched piercing healing processes (don’t listen to me guys i googled it all)

CHIFUYU; nostril stud

“how d’ya like my piercing baby?” you chime out, grinning happily at your phone where chifuyu’s face is absolutely BAFFLED at the stud in your skin

you face timed him out of the blue, but of course he picked up (chifuyu would pick up a call from you even if he was in the middle of getting his ass kicked LMAO)

“BABY—! STOP, IT LOOKS SO FUCKING GOOD.”

chifuyu bites down on his knuckles to stop the grin from exploding on his face — he can’t help it, you look too good !!!

he’s totally enamoured by the jewel, and by how something so small and simple could enhance your looks tenfold

“you think? it’s still a bit swollen—”

“—nuh uh, couldn’t even tell.”

is scared to touch it when you two meet in person; “is it still swollen?”

“no.”

“but what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t, it’s completely healed.”

his finger hovers over the stud, before booping it slightly—“GAH, oh. it’s healed.”

it’s his new way of greeting you now; wave, kiss, boop on the stud

flaunts you to his friends because he thinks you’re fucking cool for withstanding the pain of the procedure and recovery process

“my baby is stronger than all of you, combined.”

“chifuyu, please. that’s a stretch.”

lowkey thinks he’ll cry if he ever got a piercing LMAOOOO

BAJI; bridge

eyes wide, jaw dropped, palms sweaty, his long ass hair ALL FELL OUT

“BABE WHAT THE FUCK YOU LOOK SO HOT???!!!!”

pounces on you when he sees the unfamiliar pieces of metal on the bridge of your nose

“OH MY GOD LET ME TAKE PICTURES, WAIT.”

god he is so excited, you’re just sitting there grinning your ass off as he scurries to find his phone and literally crawls back onto his bed to snap photos of you from all angles possible

it’s quite endearing really, he’s just acting extremely ballistic but whatever it’s keisuke LMAO

“i’m never gonna get over this, my baby has a fucking nose piercing before me.”

he definitely has a pinterest folder named “tats and piercings 4 me” and it’s filled with photos of possible tattoos and piercing placements he wants

(his mom won’t let him)

when he calms down though, baji feels like he’s falling in love all over again with you

places a gentle kiss on each bead, and smiles oh so widely when he remembers you’re really his

he totally wants to accompany you on when you get your next piercing

is so fascinated with the whole process but when it comes to the needle going through your skin he actually looks away

“god, you’d think i’d be better at that.” LMAOOO oh baji <3

MIKEY; septum

despite being the leader of one of tokyo’s most strongest gangs—our mikey over here came not fathom the pain of a piercing

tears up at the thought of it actually

“YOUR NOSE!!!! OH MY GOD, Y/N.”

don’t get him wrong, he is so in love with you for this

he thinks the ring completely elevates your natural looks

the sparkle in his eyes was so cute—he looked at you like you were the brightest star in the universe

immediately took a photo of you and him and set it as his lock screen too

takes it in his liberty to tell the others before you do, or before they get to notice it themselves

“KEN-CHINNNNNNNNNN!!!! Y/N GOT A SEPTUM!!!!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP MIKEY. hey y/n—oh shit, you look fucking badass!”

LMAOOO u and draken can’t stand mikey

mikey does this thing where he likes to flick the septum back and forth

it’s goddamn annoying but he’s so cute all

“heheh look it’s like a swing!” he says, as he plays around with the ring between your nostrils

“MIKEY THAT TICKLES PLEASE.”

i don’t think he’d be the person to want a piercing, maybe something really small like on his ears but other than that, piercings are a bit out of his league

doesn’t stop him from following you like a puppy on your next piercing appointment

he wipes your tear ducts for you <3

MITSUYA; side ring

AHHHHH mitsuya thinks you look SOOOO good

is quite obsessed with your side ring, and is instantly struck with the idea to get a matching one with you

eh? eh? he’s got matching tats with draken, so the prospect of matching piercings with the love of his life?

YES PLEASE

you head over to the studio with him, and he so giddy it’s so cute seeing mitsuya like this

goes through the process like a fucking CHAMP - barely even noticed the needle going in and out of his nose until the piercer said he’s good to go

(i love writing mitsuya as a goat HAHAHAHA)

“takashi! it’s all done!” you cheer, “we have matching piercings now!”

he grins that cute ass grin of his, happy that he went through with the idea (not that it took a lot of convincing himself)

you guys make sure that you both watch over the healing processes of your rings

he texts to remind you to clean it with saline solution, and you make sure that he doesn’t fiddle around with the ring as to not irritate the skin

y'all just looking out for one another it’s really cute

his sisters are so curious on how there’s a piece of metal stuck in your guys’ nose LMAO so so cute

“mana! brother taka has a ring in his nose!”

“what?! ah! y/n has one, too!”

they’re also really careful to not touch it as it continues to heal—too scared to hurt you and their big brother <3

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Happier

A/N: I had this idea while I was listening to some music and I guess I was feeling some type of way. P.s. I couldn’t find a clearer picture (rn my source of pics is pinterest lol). A little bit of a warning, I’m INCREDIBLY rusty when it comes to writing as I haven’t done it in awhile. This songfic is inspired by Olivia Rodrigo’s “happier” but it doesn’t really follow the lyrics word for word. Anyway I’m really hoping that it’s not hard to read. I hope you enjoy~

Pairing(s): Lo’ak x Tsireya, Past Lo’ak x Omaticayan!Reader

Warning(s): None :DD Except for the writer is REALLY rusty when it comes to writing fanfic. The formatting might be a little wonky cause I copied and pasted from google doc.

Word Count: 4,990

More Info: The same old trope where the reader is orphaned and was taken in by the Sully’s which is why there were no questions asked she’s coming with. Also the storyline is not really in chronological order with what happened in the actual movie. There will be scenes pulled from the movie but placed where I think it would fit the best :’D

Summary: Traveling with the Sully’s to Awa’atlu was supposed to bring comfort and dissipate the fears of losing your loved one, not break your heart in two.

Part 2: i’m sorry

Key:

(Y/N) = Your Name

Lyrics = Bolded Italics

Flashbacks = Italics

Na’vi Words:

Yimkxa - Banshee Catcher

Txe’lan - Heart

Uturu - Tradition of granting refugees sanctuary

Marui - Pods where the clan live

Tsaheylu - Bond

Olo’eyktan - Clan leader

Tsahik - Spiritual leader

Skxawng - Idiot

We broke up a month ago

Your friends are mine, you know, I know

You’ve moved on, found someone new

One more girl who brings out the better in you

We arrived in Awa’atlu a month ago. When I think about it, it pains me a great deal to have left all that I knew behind, but it would’ve killed me if they left without me, if he was no longer there, even if the forest will forever be my home it would’ve felt desolate without him and the light he would bring along with him. Oh how foolish I was to think that them leaving would be the only thing to tear my heart in two.

The night before Tarsem became the new Olo’eyktan and the Sully’s and I would begin our journey for uturu, I cried, cried in the arms of my best friend and my first love as fears and uncertainty overwhelmed me.

“I-I am afraid, what if the sky people come to find us again? I cannot lose any of you; it would break me into a million pieces,” I sobbed.

“If they find us then we will fight and we will win,” Lo’ak declared as he softly rocked me back and forth in his arms.

“You are an idiot, I was so close to losing you, to losing Kiri, Tuk, how do you think it would make me feel to lose the most important people in my life?” I sniffled.

“(Y/N), sweet girl, you will not lose us, we will always be there for you. Do not worry your pretty head over such things, I promise that I will be with you all throughout the journey as will my family. We love you, and even if you do not believe it, you are a Sully. And you know what my dad always says.”

“Sullys stick together,” we chorused.

That night, he stayed cradling me in his arms until I fell asleep, whispering comforting words and giving occasional kisses to the top of my head.

The entire journey was rough. Days seemed to blend together as we flew through the skies on our ikran. We were all quiet at the beginning as we mourned the loss of our home. But by the end of it all Kiri, Lo’ak and I found ways to entertain ourselves by telling jokes and playing a game called “I spy” that Jake taught us when he got tired of the three of us bumping ikran with one another. As we approached the village, a horn was blown to announce our arrival to the village. One by one, we all landed and dismounted our ikran.

Jake stepped forwards with his hands in the air as a means to show we came in peace. As a large group of Metkayina surrounded us, I instinctively stepped closer to Lo’ak and Neteyam. Looking around, I could see the differences between us, our skin was darker, tails much skinnier, and their eyes were much larger. My tail whipped excitedly as I looked around, but before I was able to tell Lo’ak about any of my observations, two boys around our age started to walk towards us. Out of respect, Lo’ak, Neteyam and I greeted them properly. The teenage boys, however, turned a blind eye and began to make fun of our physical appearances.

“Is that supposed to be a tail?” The short one laughed.

My eyes narrowed as I followed their movement and was ready to hiss, hackles raised, when Neteyam put a hand on my shoulder and quickly shook his head. Hesitantly my tail fell at the silent order.

“Why are you so quiet? Lo’a-” I whispered as I turned around to see Lo’ak staring wide-eyed. “What’re you staring at?” I mumbled as I followed his gaze.

A beautiful Metkayina girl walked out of the water towards us. As she got closer, Lo’ak let out a meek hello and was rewarded with a shy giggle while an unknown ache in my chest consumed me.

And I thought my heart was detached

From all the sunlight of our past

But she’s so sweet, she’s so pretty

Does she mean you forgot about me?

Her name was Tsireya, the daughter of Olo’eyktan and Tsahik. Her brother Ao’nung and her are meant to teach us their clan's ways so we are not burdened by being “useless.” Our first lesson was to learn how to breathe properly.

So there we all were, sitting in a circle while Rotxo, Ao’nung’s friend, and Tsireya tried to teach us to breathe from our stomachs not our lungs as it didn’t supply us enough air to dive deep enough. I sat between Neteyam and Lo’ak while Kiri was across from me.

My eyes were closed as I tried to focus, ears twitching as Lo’ak playfully swatted my back with his tail. A small smile found its way onto my face as my tail lightly swatted him back.

“Lo’ak you are not breathing properly. Let me show you,” Tsireya scolded. Slowly my smile dropped and I opened my eyes to Tsireya putting her hand over Lo’ak’s heart and stomach.“Your heartbeat is fast. Try to focus,” Tsireya advised, demonstrating how slow we should be breathing herself.

“Right, sorry,” Lo’ak apologized.

I could faintly hear Neteyam and Rotxo unsuccessfully try to hold back a laugh as I closed my eyes to try to calm my mind and heart from breaking further. Unbeknownst me, a pair of eyes full of pity were on me the entire time, seeing my ears flatten and my demeanor shrink.

Oh, I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know, I can’t let you go

So find someone great, but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy but don’t be happier

The last two weeks had been peaceful, same routine but I had barely been able to see Lo’ak. He was always gone early in the morning and was there for lessons, but he would leave with Tsireya as soon as we were done. Even though it was our day off from lessons I hadn’t seen him at all. Maybe it was because I had been sticking to Kiri most of the day, but the lack of his presence left me feeling empty.

Although it really was relaxing to hear the waves crash softly and to sunbathe, it appeared that Eywa had plans of her own as the moment of calm barely lasted before the sound of crunching sand and laughter came closer. My ears twitched as I slowly sat up. Looking to my side I saw Ao’nung and his group of skxawng heading towards Kiri. Narrowing my eyes I stood up quickly and headed over to where she was, but they made it there before me.

“What is she doing? She’s just looking at the sand” Ao’nung laughed.

“What? What’d you say?” Kiri questioned slowly, getting out of the water with a confused smile on her face.

“Are you some kind of… freak?” Ao’nung teased as his friends laughed.

“Leave her alone Ao’nung. She is no freak,” I hissed, grabbing Kiri’s arm to leave. “Let’s go, Kiri.''

“Are you sure? Look at these hands.” he persisted and grabbed the offending hands in question.

“Ao’nung plea-”

“Hey! Back off fish lips.” Lo’ak yelled, rapidly approaching as the beginnings of a snarl was already forming on his face.

“Oh another four-fingered freak,” Ao’nung simpered.

“Look at his little baby tail,'' one of Ao’nung’s friends pointed out while pulling at Lo’ak’s tail, causing laughter to bubble up amongst them.

“Leave us alone!” Kiri pleaded as they continued to tease and gang up on Lo’ak. I saw Neteyam stalking towards us in the corner of my eye.

“You heard what she said. Leave them alone,” Neteyam said as he shoved Ao’nung away from Lo’ak, much to the delight of one of Ao’nung’s friends.

“Aw, big brother comi-” Ao’nung interrupted with a hand on his chest.

“Back off. Now,” Neteyam warned Ao’nung, lifting his hands in mock surrender shortly after. “Good choice,” he nodded, eyes never wavering. “And from now on, I need you to respect my sister.”

Clearly unhappy with being talked down to by the brother of the “freaks,” one of the skxawng hissed before Ao’nung lifted his hand to stop him. My eyes scanned all the Metkayina boys and held Ao’nung’s stare before sticking my tongue out.

“C’mon, let’s go,” Neteyam ordered.

As we were leaving, I heard Ao’nung’s voice carried over by the wind.

“All freaks, the whole family.”

But before I could do anything, I saw Lo’ak turn and reassure us that he could handle the situation before spinning on his heel and heading back towards them.

“I know this hand is funny,” he said, voice low as he flexed the extra digit to demonstrate. “Look, I’m a freak. Alien. But it can do something really cool.” I tried to hold back my laugh while Kiri rolled her eyes. I looked at Neteyam and gave him a small smirk, he simply shook his head.

“Watch,” Lo’ak studied the curious expressions of the Metkayina boys while they were enthralled with his hand, “first I ball it up real tight like this, then—” fast enough you could almost miss it, he punched Ao’nung not once, but three times.

“It’s called a punch, bitch!” Lo’ak crowed, pointing an accusing finger. “Never touch my sister again.”

Ao’nung lunged at Lo’ak and tackled him onto the sand. The two wrestled on the ground, and Lo’ak got a good hit in before being pulled off by his tail. What dirty fighters! I hissed but saw Neteyam shake his head and sigh before jumping in to defend his brother before I could do anything.

“Guys. Stop it,” Kiri groaned.

“This is embarrassing,” I said as I looked over at her, my tail swishing back and forth in anticipation. As we shared a look we could hear someone yell, “ow my tail!” and a responding,“ow my ear!”

“This is stupid,” we both laughed.

My eyes widened as I see Lo’ak climb atop Ao’nung and start serving blow after blow. Before this became any worse and the son of the Olo’eyktan was injured any further, I was already moving to get Lo’ak off of him.

“You skxawng, if you keep hitting him your father will send you to Eywa faster than—” Interrupted by an elbow to the nose, I yelped in pain and I staggered back as I held my face.

The fighting stopped. All eyes were on me.

“Shit! (Y/N) why would you get so damn close?” Lo’ak cursed as he got off Ao’nung to look at the damage.

“I was trying to prevent your early death, asshole,” I hissed.

“That doesn’t justify why you would try to pry me off of him, if I didn’t know any better I would’ve thought you were trying to protect his skxawng ass over there,” he scoffed.

“You’re the real skxawng. I already told you, I’m trying to save your ass from the harsh scolding your father will deal you when he hears that you beat up the son of the Olo’eyktan!” I yelled.

As Lo’ak and I continued to argue, the group of boys dispersed and all that was left was Ao’nung, Kiri, and Neteyam looking at us confused. Before the argument could get worse, Jake found us and saw the aftermath of the fight. Angered by the sight of Ao’nung injured, he pushed Lo’ak and Neteyam by the shoulders and ordered me to follow him to the marui. My ears flattened and my tail wrapped around my ankle at the sound of his angered tone, but I followed anyway.

Looking back, I saw Ao’nung sign, “thank you” and— once again—stuck my tongue out at him in distaste. Who did he think he was, thinking that I’d willingly help him after he called my friends “freaks?” Bah, he was such a presumptuous jacka—

“Keep walking, (Y/N),” Jake groused and snapped me out of my thoughts, unwilling to let anymore scuffles happen today. Feeling properly chagrined, I lowered my head and turned around only to meet eyes with Lo’ak.

The interaction didn’t go unnoticed by him, it seemed.

After Jake scolded us and told Lo’ak to apologize to Ao’nung, I was told to go wash the blood off of my face, so I followed silently behind a fuming Lo’ak. Lost in thought, I bumped into him and started apologizing before he turned and grabbed my shoulders.

“When did you and fish lips get so close?” He questioned.

“Close?”

“Yes, close.” He stepped back and tilted his head, brows creasing in growing annoyance. “Close enough that you would get hurt protecting him, trying to get me off of him. What is wrong with you? Don’t think I haven’t noticed the looks, the fact that you guys talk through sign even when we are not in the water,” he scoffed.

“Where is this even coming from—”I sputtered in confusion, trying to gather my thoughts before feeling a rising frustration of my own. “You’re unbelievable, you know that? Why can’t you believe that I was doing it for you?! I was trying to save you from a fierce scolding for disobeying your father’s orders. I was trying to protect you,” I spit out, eyes growing blurry with angry tears.

“Bah! Stop lying, I know you (Y/N). You would have fought alongside me and defended Kiri. You are not the same girl I knew in the forest back home,” he muttered, rolling his eyes and getting ready to walk away. “Talk to me when you’ve come back to your senses,” he called over his shoulder, leaving me behind as tears started to fall and my chest started rising and falling uncontrollably. The familiar ache was back again, only this time it stung with every sob I let out.

And do you tell her she’s the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen?

An eternal love bullshit you know you’ll never mean

Remember when I believed you meant it when you said it first to me?

It was decided that I would be the first to undergo the iknimaya. Carefully jumping over a fallen log, I grabbed my yimkxa and walked closer to where the ikran rested. Behind me, I heard two new but familiar voices. Without turning around, I could hear the greetings of Lo’ak and Neteyam to the other hunters. Vaguely I registered them saying they wanted to come and watch to cheer me on.

Facing forward, I made sure to be aware of my surroundings so I didn’t make a fool out of myself. Left and right, banshees of all shades and hues screeched and flew off. I scanned through the many ikran that flew off and briefly remembered my mentor telling us that to find the banshee we are meant to bond with for life, it must try to kill us first.

I found myself face-to-face with a white and gold ikran that stomped angrily to show off its dominance. Powerful jaws that showed off gleaming fangs snapped in my direction, so I bared my fangs and hissed in response. Crouching slightly as I slowly circled around the beautiful creature, I faintly heard Lo’ak’s cheer of encouragement.

A strong wave of adrenaline shot through me as the banshee began to bare its teeth and bellow angrily. Before I could register it, I barely managed to dodge teeth aimed for my leg. Ducking and weaving out of reach from its, I quickly swung my yimkxa around its head, successfully immobilizing the jaw. With as much speed I could muster, I jumped onto the back of the ikran—its neck felt like woven stone beneath my legs as it thrashed its head about, trying to buck me off.

It was hard to distinguish what was up or down as I clumsily grabbed at my queue to complete the tsaheylu. I could barely hear the faint cheering and war cries behind me—the feeling of my vision sharpening and my lungs inhaling with a renewed strength was too overwhelming to focus on anything else. The bond was made.

“I will name you Tekay,” I whispered as I took the yimkxa off.

My hands eagerly held onto her as she screeched and began to flap her wings, a signal that she was going to take off. Laughing, I led her to the edge and nose-dived off the face of the cliff. I could hear the screams of the other hunters and the two Sully boys.

The wind pushing against my face was exhilarating and my chest swelled as I directed Tekay to fly straight up to where the ikran nest was.

“You scared us shitless (Y/N)! What were you thinking?” Neteyam chastised as I landed.

“It was amazing!” I shouted, breathless and full of awe. “The feeling of the air against my skin and Tekay’s speed! No words can describe how I feel at this very moment! Did you see that Lo’ak? I did it!” I exclaimed, cheeks flush with adrenaline.

“You know you’re really beautiful when you’re excited,” Lo’ak laughs.

Beautiful.

“Wh-what’re you talking about skxawng,” I said, turning around to face Tekay in hopes he didn’t notice the darkening of my cheeks. It seemed as though Eywa was on my side that day as Lo’ak turned back around to get on top of his Ikran and yipped at me. Looking back at him, I tilted my head.

“Let’s race back to High Camp! The last one there is a skxawng” He taunted.

“(Y/N)? Are you listening?” A soft voice questioned, pulling me back from my reminiscing.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry… just lost in thought for a second.” I smiled.

“What were you thinking about, hm? Maybe a certain Na’vi whose name starts with ‘Lo’ and ends in ‘ak?’” Kiri teased and giggled as my eyes grew wide and the tips of my ears grew pink.

“N-no I wasn’t! What makes you think that!” I gasped. Suddenly, I found a great interest in the ocean.

“Oh no reason…” she teased.

Before I could respond I saw two heads pop out of the water laughing, looking like they were in their own little world. That nothing else mattered. As they were getting closer to shore I could see that it was Lo’ak and Tsireya. My heart clenched and I stopped Kiri before she called them over to us. There was confusion on her face, but a look of understanding replaced it soon after she saw me shake my head.

Too afraid to move in fear of being found, I gripped Kiri’s hand in a silent plea for her to stay as still as possible. Not too far below the rock we were situated on, we could hear the both of them playfully push at and laugh with each other. Tears clouded my vision as I witnessed Lo’ak complement Tsireya.

“You know you’re really beautiful when you laugh,” Lo’ak chuckled, pushing a stray strand of hair away from her face. My mind was a blur as the once unfamiliar feeling in my chest came back and I could only silence my sobs in my hands while Kiri shushed and comforted me.

And now I’m pickin’ her apart

Like cuttin’ her down will make you miss my wretched heart

But she’s beautiful, she looks kind

She probably gives you butterflies

I’ve been avoiding Lo’ak all week, which didn’t really take much effort on my part as he didn’t seek me out either. I found myself distancing myself from everyone, whenever I had free time I would excuse myself to a secluded area near the roots of the mangrove trees and wallow in self-pity. My sadness grew with each passing day. I’ve fallen into a routine since our fight and after witnessing him be oh-so gentle with her, slipping away as soon as lessons are over, coming back just before dinner starts and leaving as soon as I’m done, barely talking to Kiri, Neteyam or anyone in general.

They tried their hardest to make sure I was alright and actually taking care of myself, but it was hard to keep myself from shutting down whenever I was with them. It had gotten to the point where even Ao’nung was trying to look out for me, like some sort of switch was flipped after the fight.

If I was in my right mind, I would’ve hissed and blatantly showcased my distaste for him, but even uttering a word other than meek “thank you”s when he hands me water or some sort of snack was more than I could handle.

“You know you should really eat, you’ve already lost some weight,” A now-familiar voice chastised.

With a small sigh I replied, “I’m not hungry,” pulling my knees closer to my chest.

A shift in the air told me that the person has moved and crouched down next to me. Turning my head slightly, I saw that he was holding out a piece of fruit. I stared blankly and after a pregnant pause, he softly took my hand and places the fruit in it.

“Ao’nung please, I already told you I’m not hungry.”

“I overheard Lo’ak telling my sister you didn’t eat breakfast.” He pulled out a small woven bag of fruit. “And lunch has already passed. Eat,” he ordered. But before he could push anymore food in my direction, I shook my head and turned away. “He can notice enough to tell Tsireya that I’m not eating, but he doesn’t care enough to talk to me himself?”

Ears twitching, I heard Ao’nung take a breath to—I’m assuming comfort me—and I interrupted him, not wanting to hear empty platitudes. It was a rhetorical question anyway, it wasn’t as if I was expecting an answer.

“If I take one bite will you leave me alone?”

“If you finish the whole thing, then I will leave you alone,” he bargained.

“Bah, you are insufferable,” I hissed, eyeing the fruit before taking a bite. The juice and flavors that flowed into my mouth made me realize just how thirsty and hungry I actually was. Eagerly I took another bite, until there was nothing left.

“Right, you definitely weren’t hungry,” Ao’nung teased. Glaring at him, I nudged his shoulder.

“This is the part where you leave, skxawng.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, alright I’m leaving. I’ll let Kiri know where you are, she’s been looking all over for you,” he informed as he stood up and began climbing down the root.

As his shuffling grew distant, I growled in frustration as tears welled up in my eyes and pulled my knees even closer to my chest. Before my tears could fall, I heard the familiar sound of laughter that used to fill my stomach with butterflies and made my heart soar. Eyes wide I could see Lo’ak pop out of the water yelling.

“I did it! Did you see that Reya?”.

“Reya?” I whispered.

It felt like something broke.

I hope you’re happy

But not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know. I can’t let you go

So find someone great but don’t find no one better

“(Y/N)? Ao’nung told me you were here, are you okay?” a soft voice questioned.

“Kiri… it hurts” I sobbed into my hands as the scene continued to replay in my head. Gentle arms wrapped themselves around my shoulders, cradling me to their chest. Shushing me as I sobbed, Kiri allowed me to let it all out before she began to softly coerce me to tell her what was wrong. With only faint sniffles being heard, I felt Kiri move so that we are sitting face to face with our hands holding.

“Take a deep breath with me, calm your heart,” she said, voice soothing as she began to slowly inhale to set the pace. I tried to follow along the best that I could through hiccuping breaths.

“That’s it txe’lan,” she encouraged, “once you’ve calmed down we can speak of the storm that’s clouding your heart. Take all the time you need.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes as the waves softly crashed against the shore, my breathing slowing and all that was left of my breakdown was a shuddering breath. I tried to pull my hands away from Kiri’s grasp but she’s too quick and she tightens her hold on my hands.

“You are not running away from this, do not collapse into yourself or you’ll lose to the war in your heart,” Kiri insisted, her voice gentle but stern. “Please, tell me what is going on? I’m worried about you. You know I will never judge you, I am here to listen.”

With one last unsteady breath, I began to tell her the reason for my lack of appetite and why tears stained my face more often than not. As I voiced out my insecurities my vision blurred and I felt the familiar ache in my chest rise as I tried to choke back a sob.

“I just don’t understand how someone could change so much in such a short period of time. Seeing their lingering looks, the soft touches, the way he tells her things he used to tell me first… hurts. It hurts so much. After the fight with Ao’nung it’s like I’m nobody to him anymore,” I whispered.

“Oh, txe’lan, my brother is an idiot but he would never think less of you…” Kiri responded.

“When we fought he told me he didn’t know who I was anymore, that I wasn’t the same girl I used to be…” I sobbed, my hands tearing themselves away from her gentle hold to wrap around myself. “Why didn’t he understand?”

Kiri tilted her head as she reached a comforting arm towards me. “Understand what?”

“How could he even think I would choose somebody over him? When I did it for him and nobody else?” Another rhetorical question, I know, but my eyes searched her face for an answer regardless. I scrunched my nose in frustration at the obvious look of pity aimed at me and tried to turn away.

“Txe’lan..”

“And you know the worst of it all, Kiri?” A mirthless laugh bubbled from my throat. “I can see how easy it is for him to push me away. To forget the years we spent together laughing, making jokes and telling each other things no one else knew about.”

“I don’t think he’s forgotten…” Kiri says, trying to reassure me.

“I know that he still cares, I know that he wouldn’t just leave me behind for someone else to hurt me on purpose but it makes my heart ache. I know that I shouldn’t be sad that he’s found someone to be happy with, that I shouldn’t be selfish. I should be celebrating for him but I can’t. It feels like I’m being left behind in the dust and cast aside while he’s found the one.” As I went on, my chest became tighter and tighter. “It just hurts a lot Kiri. And I shouldn’t be hurting because he seems so— so happy, and it hurts even more—”

“(Y/N), how’re you so sure that he’s left you behind for good?” Kiri sighed and laid her hand on my knee.

“I’m not sure, which hurts me more than knowing if he has. My heart and mind are clouded with the fear of losing him. Kiri…” I looked up to the sky to prevent any more tears from falling, my voice becoming smaller. “ I just miss my friend, I miss the way it used to be.”

“I know you do.” She frowned and moved to wrap her arms around my shaking form.

“You’re so dead when I get to you big bro,” Lo’ak shrieked, small canines flashing as he jumped after Neteyam into the river.

“Like you can take me on skxawng,” Neteyam laughed and dodged.

“Oh yeah?” Lo’ak smirked, puffing out his chest. “I have a secret weapon. (Y/N)! C’mon, help me take him down!” I popped out from behind a fallen branch with bared fangs, my tail whipping playfully as I let out a war cry and pounced onto a startled Neteyam. My legs wrapped around his waist while my arms found purchase around his neck in a weak chokehold.

“What the—”

“Never underestimate the enemy!” I crowed with triumphant laughter as he lost balance and fell into the river.

Lo’ak was doubled over in laughter. “You should see your face!”

“Wait till dad hears about this—” Neteyam threatened, doing his best to seem intimidating while waterlogged.

“Try your best big bro, you can’t even catch us,” Lo’ak mocked as he took my hand and started running home, laughter ringing throughout the forest.

“Have you tried talking to him about it?”

I let out a frustrated groan and flopped onto my back. “What would be the point?”

“Well—”

“I want to be selfish, to yell out that I miss him—us but I truly, genuinely want him to be happy, and I’m not going to get in the way of that.” Raising myself up on one arm to look out into the ocean at the silhouettes of two Na’vi kids playing in the water, I hurriedly wiped away frustrated tears that couldn’t seem to stop. “It just hurts so much more to know that he’s at the happiest point in his life without me in it.”

I hope you’re happy

I wish you all the best, really

Say you love her, baby, just not like you loved me

And think of me fondly when your hands are on her

I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh

I hope you’re happy

Just not like how you were with me

I’m selfish, I know, can’t let you go

So find someone great, but don’t find no one better

I hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier

#lo'ak x reader #lo'ak x y/n #lo'ak x tsireya #lo’ak x reader #lo'ak x you #x reader #reader insert #angst #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam sully #neteyam #jake sully #sully family #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #kiri #ao'nung #aonung #songfic #loak angst

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Our First Date - Ruben Dias

Summary: you make a new friend on vacation and spend the best evening of your life together

I’m pretty sure I’m the target audience for this😹

She burst out of the restaurant into the cool night, pushing past someone, not caring to apologize.

“Fuck!” She shouted into the street. “All I want is 24 hours of peace! Don’t I deserve that!” Frustration threatened to spill as her vision clouded with tears.

She didn’t take as many vacations as she would like but that meant she could accumulate them and take them all at once. Which is what she planned doing for summer this year. A 2 week long break away from the four walls of her office building.

That is, if her co workers would respect it.

“Damn, and I thought I was having a bad weekend.” She jumped at the sudden intrusion of the stranger’s cool voice, it was the same person she’d bumped into on her way out. She wasn’t short but I had to look up at him, really look.

Dark hair, brown eyes and sporting a beard, he was handsome. He wore a white dress shirt folded at the sleeves and cargo pants and if she tilted her head a little, he almost looked familiar. Although he had an accent, his English was perfect. He was the first person she’d had to interact with without google translate.

“I’m sorry for my rudeness earlier…I just have a lot going on.”

He eyed her. “I never would have guessed,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips. “I’m Ruben.”

She stared at his outstretched hand, suddenly realizing she was talking to a stranger on a dark street, save for a distant street lamp, while travelling solo in a country she didn’t understand the language. She shook his hand tentatively, wondering if she should give him a fake name.

“Rebecca.”

“Did you just give me a fake name?”

“What? No, that’s actually my name,” he threw up his hands at her sudden defensiveness.

The waiter who had been standing to the side with her check, worried she was about to dine and dash, took this as his opportunity, “Erm, excuse me…your…” he waved the paper.

“Oh.” Relief flooded Rebecca’s features, finally an escape. She snatched the paper from him and hurried back into the restaurant throwing an “it was nice meeting you Ruben” behind her.

Settled back at her table, she was about to hand the waiter her card when she noticed the stranger approaching her table with dismay.

“Let me pay for your meal,” Ruben said, casually pulling out the chair across from her.

Rebecca watched silently as he gave his card to the waiter instead. She could tell he was a persistent person and arguing with him would just be a back and forth which he would eventually win.

Ten minutes later, they were outside the restaurant again.

“It’s just…” he glances at the shiny watch on his wrist, “7:30. Do you want to do something else?”

Rebecca sighed. “Look, Ruben, thank you for paying for my meal. I really appreciate it. But I’d really like to get back to my hotel room, my friends are waiting for me.”

He quirked an eyebrow. “Another lie? What if you send a picture of my ID to your friends?”

She thought about it. She did need to take her mind off work and what’s a trip to Portugal without stupidly running off with a handsome stranger into the night?

“Alright.” She took a picture of his ID and sent it to her sister back home with the message “in case I go missing x.”

“You’re Portuguese?” She asked, handing him back his ID.

He nodded, “I am.”

“Great, then you can give a me walking tour.”

They spent the rest of the evening walking, conversation flowed easily. Eventually they found themselves staring at the ocean, they’d somehow ended up on the beach.

It was chilly and deserted save for a few out of place pairs like them. The moonlight reflected off the water disrupted by the crashing waves.

Arm in arm, they walked along the shore, his jacket draped over her shoulder.

“Don’t you miss Portugal? It’s very beautiful here.” Rebecca asked when Ruben revealed he lived in Manchester. “Manchester weather is awful.” She scrunched her nose and he laughed at the gesture, she did that a lot.

“It’s not like I have a choice,” he shrugged. “It’s work.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a footballer.” She slapped his shoulder.

“That’s why you looked so familiar! For Manchester City?” He nodded, amused. “I’ve seen your face on a few posters here and there.”

“And for Portugal.”

Rebecca faked a swoon. “I didn’t know I had a star on my hands.” They both laughed at that.

Soon, they came to a clearing dotted with trees, their leaves swaying in the canopy above.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a footballer.”

“Don’t say that,” she said. “They can hear you.” He looked at the trees and then at her. “You okay?” And then, not a question, “You really think trees can hear us.”

“Of course not. It’s just something my mother used to say to make us conscious of what we say. But you don’t mean that do you?”

He leaned against a tree. “Okay, I love being a footballer but sometimes I wish I could be a regular guy without someone coming up to me for a selfie or to sign something.”

“No one has approached us all evening.” Rebecca looked around to emphasize her point.

“Because it’s dark.” He deadpanned.

She shrugged. “I would give anything to swap lives with you. You’re doing what you love, well compensated for it and you represent your country at the highest level. Some people can only dream of the life you have.”

He let her words wash over him. “I guess I could practice a little more gratitude.”

They talked for a little bit more until Ruben eventually looked at his watch, “it’s getting late, let’s get you back to your hotel.”

“I never got your number,” Rebecca said when they got to the hotel she was staying in. The exchanged phones to put in their numbers, hugs and promises of a second date when they both returned to England.

A/n: I’ve had this in drafts for almost a month now.

I also didn’t know how to end it🧍🏽‍♀️

#ruben dias x reader #ruben dias x y/n #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias imagine #footballer imagine #footballer fic #ruben dias

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mewhenimanangel · 10 months

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spiderboy, miles morales x reader

part 1 ʚɞ part 2 ʚɞ part 3 ʚɞ part 4! ʚɞ part 5

pairing: earth 1610! miles morales x reader

chapter 4 synopsis: Rio invites you over for dinner after hearing how Miles stuck up for you at the party.

wc: 2.1k

warnings!: cursing, teens in love, kissing, suggestive themes, google translate spanish

translations: cariño - sweetie, venid a comeros los dos - come eat you two, mi pequeño caballero - my little gentleman, mantén esa puerta abierta chico - keep that door open, boy

It was Monday morning and you sat in the mirror getting ready for school. You did your usual school make up routine of mascara, concealer, blush, and signature lip combo. You let her braids hang down today and sprayed your perfume. "Mommy can you drive me to school today?" you asked your mother as you went to put food and water in Bobo's bowls. "Sure why?" she asked drinking her coffee. "Got that big doofy project and i'm not walking with all that" "Alright well hurry up cause I gotta go"

You grabbed the project from the closet and went to put it in the backseat of the car. You ran back upstairs to grab your bag and say bye to Bobo. You settled in the car putting your seatbelts on as your mom drove off. You got a little nervous knowing you'd have to see Miles face to face again. You had been texting non stop yesterday but now you'd have to see him again after their kiss.

You looked out the window to see Spider-man stopping some guy trying to rob a mini mart. "At least that boy's working hard to keep people safe" your mom said rubbernecking. "Yeah he's so cool" you said taking a picture of the scene. After a few minutes she pulled up in front of the school and you grabbed the project from the back.

Entering the building you made a B line to Mr. Johnson's class, not wanting to try and keep that in your locker. You walked in the classroom and saw Peter standing there with his partner talking to Mr. Johnson. "Yo n/n" he called out as you put the project on the back counter. "Hey Peter" you gave him a smile. "Listen I'm real sorry about that guy last night. Are you good?" he asked, sentimental for the first time like ever. "Yeah it's okay, I promise" you nervously laughed off. He came over and gave you a small hug, before you left to go to your locker.

Zoya and Kiona walked up to you "Hey bebe" she said resting her head against the locker. "Hey Z, hey Kiona" you greeted them. "Im already ready for the weekend. Feeling extra fucking tired today" you groaned slamming the locker shut. "Too real. I'm exhausted" Kiona agreed.

"Alright I'll see you guys later" you said turning down the opposite hallway. "Yo Y/n wait up!" you turned around, face dropping to see the guy who harassed you at the party. "How do you know my name?" you asked in a flat unamused tone. "That's not important, just wanted to say sorry" he brushed off. "Okay." you said beginning to walk away. He grabbed your arm before you could get too far.

"Wait! You're not gonna say anything back?" he asked seeming offended. "What else am I supposed to say to you? You said sorry I said okay." "Come on, no 'i forgive you'" you narrowed her eyes at him in disbelief. "I don't forgive you why would I forgive you??" you spat. "Because It wasn't that fucking serious" he rolled his eyes.

"Dude you gotta leave her the fuck alone" Miles said walking up beside you. He looked back and forth between you and Miles before walking off "Fuck this" "Thanks..again. Could've held my own there but" "I know you could've." he smiled. "Uh by the way, my mom wanted to know if you'd wanna come over for dinner" he asked.

When he came home last night his mom saw blood on his fist and asked him what happened. He said it was nothing until she pushed an answer out of him. He told her what happened and she ultimately decided to invite you over. After all her son has been at this girl's house and she barely even knows her.

You tried to contain your excitement and nervousness - his mom wanted to meet you. "U-uh yeah that sounds nice. When?" you asked hiding a smile. "Friday night. That okay with you?" he asked hoping you'd say yes. "Yeah I'll ask my mom but it should be fine" The bell rung and you realized you'd be late. "I'll see you later. Get ready to present" you said hurrying to your class.

In physics, you and Miles concluded your presentation on inertia by using toy cars and a ramp. "Nice job you two. You work well together." he said writing something on his clipboard. You looked at each other and smiled before sitting back down.

🩰

The week had gone by and your heart was racing. Your mom had given you permission to go to dinner at Miles' house so here you were in your mirror frantically trying to make a good impression. You went with a sort of calm 'classy' makeup look and let your braids stay down. You wore a black long sleeve knit sweater with a black pleated skirt and a pair of loafers with white socks. Your mom had bought a bouquet of flowers from the market and told you to give it to Mrs. Morales.

On the walk over to Miles' building, you were practically shaking. You walked up the stairs to his apartment and knocked on the door. The lady who opened it had curly hair braided over to one shoulder. You could see the resemblance to Miles so you assumed that was his mom. "Hi sweetie, you're Y/n I'm assuming" she smiled at you.

"Hi Mrs. Morales" you put your hand out to shake. "These are for you" you handed the woman the bouquet of roses. "Aww thank you, cariño. Jeff, baby, can you put these in some water" Just then a tall man came up behind her. "Hey, Y/n right?" to which you nodded her head. "Yeah Miles been chatting non stop about you. He's in his room by the way." "Dinner should be ready in about five minutes" Mrs. Morales told you.

You walked in and peeled your shoes off, before following Mr. Morales' direction of where his room was. His door was open so you looked in and saw him on his bed with headphones on, seemingly drawing something. You knocked to alert him of your presence. "Oh Y/n, I didn't hear you come in" he lit up "Yeah your mom let me in." "Hey I didn't know you draw" you stood there awkwardly looking around his room, eyes landing on his collectibles. "Hey I used to have this" you said holding it. "Yeah that's pretty rare..please don't open it" he said in a small voice. "I wouldn't, m'not stupid" you joked putting it back in its resting place.

You looked around again spotting a familiar mask sticking out of his drawer. "Oh you like spider-man too?" you asked, missing the way Miles' eyes almost popped out of his head. "Uh yeah...something like that" he sighed. "Miles dinner's ready, venid a comeros los dos" his mom called out. "You can leave your jacket and your bag in here" Miles said, leading the way.

You smiled in delight at the scent of the food, everything smelled and looked amazing. You took a seat next to Miles while his parents sat on the other side. "Help yourself honey, plenty to go around." his mom said as they all began sharing their food. You took a bite and nod her head. "Oh this is really good, Mrs, Morales." you said taking another bite.

"Thank you sweetie, and you can just call me Rio."You nodded your head and continued to eat. "So, how did you and Miles meet?" Mr Morales asked. "Oh on my first day i had bumped into him and he helped me find the principal's office" you told them. "Ahh mi pequeño caballero" Rio said, earning an awkward smile from Miles.

You spent the next thirty or so minutes chatting about their lives and getting to know each other. Miles just sat back and watched you as you talked to his parents. They finished up dinner putting their plates in the sink "I can help you wash up?" you offered. "Ah don't worry sweetie, go hang out with Miles. Mantén esa puerta abierta chico" she told Miles as they went into his room. You sat on his bed moving up against the wall. "Do you wanna watch a movie or something?" he asked. "Yeah, I'm good with anything"

You guys settled on 'Someone Great' on Netflix and got comfortable in his bed, stealing glances at each other. Miles inched his hand closer to yours that was resting on your thigh. He mustered up the courage to intertwine his fingers with yours and rubbed his thumb over your knuckles lightly. You looked at each other with small grins, studying each other's face. "You are really really pretty" he blurted out. "You are too" you said before pressing her lips to his in a heartfelt kiss, eyes falling shut.

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. The movie now disregarded, you found your way onto his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck and he let his hands rest on your cheeks before moving down to your waist. They then trailed down to your thighs lightly rubbing small circles over them.

You pressed your tongue against his lips, wordlessly asking permission. He smiled against your lips before granting you access. He brought his lips down to where your jaw and neck meet pressing a kiss there. His hands moved to your ass, lightly squeezing it. Suddenly they heard a creak of a floorboard just outside his room and you frantically got up off his lap and sat back next to him.

"You two okay?" it was his mom. "Yeah mami we're good." Miles answered, hiding his heavy breathing. When she walked away you both sighed and giggled, his hand finding its way back to your. He looked away, eyes landing on the spider-man mask from earlier that you forgot to put back properly. He sat in thought for a few minutes before speaking up again

"Y/n...Can I tell you something?" he said looking into your eyes. "Yeah what is it? You don't got a secret girlfriend or anything right" you joked. He chuckled shaking his head. "No no. But you have to promise nothing's gonna change. And promise you'll keep this between us.

Your eyebrows furrowed before nodding your head. "I'm...I'm Spider-man" he rushed the words out of his mouth. You giggled before looking at his face looking for signs of kid. "Wait are you serious?" He nodded his head and raised his arm in the direction of the mask. Suddenly a piece of silky web shot out of his wrist and pulled the mask to his hand. Your jaw had dropped in astonishment before looking at the mask and then back at him. "There's no way" you breathed out, amazed. "Does anyone else know? Do your parents know?" you asked, holding the mask and looking at it. He shook his head "Just you and Ganke."

He went on to tell you about how he first got his powers and how he replaced Peter Parker, how his powers worked. And then met a different Peter Parker from another universe and then four more spider people from other universes. And how he had to take down Kingpin to get them back home safely "So there's more? Do you visit them or something?" you asked him. His face twisted into a sad expression

"Nah, there's really no way to, you know." She sympathized with him "Well why would anything change? Miles you literally swing around the city and save people every day, that's so fucking cool and really really generous of you." you reached your hand out to hold his face. "I just can't believe you knew about my spider-man obsession and didn't say anything" you joked.

He laughed laughed before you moved closer to each other and resuming your kiss. Before it could get any further though, Miles pulled back. "Would you um let me take you out? On a real date? Like one without my parents?" he chuckled. "I would love that Miles" you hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

You'd plan your date for the following weekend at a really nice restaurant in downtown brooklyn. After a few minutes, your mom told you to start heading home, so Jeff gave you a ride, Miles tagging along. "Goodnight Y/n" Miles smiled at you. "Good night, Miles"

#NIA WRITES ࿐#across the spiderverse #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spiderman #spider man: across the spider verse #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x you #earth 1610 #spider man x reader

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iaeriy · 10 months

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studying sex (college au; joão félix x reader)

author: this is my first time writing a fanfiction & i think i wrote TOO much..

warnings: cussing, cheating, fluff, spanish speaking, google translated sentences, smut

“come on y/n!! we’re going to be late!” you heard your friend elena shout from the door as you rushed putting your journals & study books into your tote bag, you made your way downstairs as you made contact with your friend elena. you were wearing low waist flared jeans with a pink tanktop and a tie top covering your cleavage.

you had been attending college with your friend elena since the two of you decided to apply for the same job, you currently don’t have a boyfriend but you’re known for your looks & your smartness. not to mentionnn, you have a crush on the boy that everybody calls popular, of course joão is known for his brown eyes and his brown hair, and lastly.. his bratty girlfriend, she’s disrespectful to you for no reason & makes fun of the way you dress up.

you smiled at your friend, “okay.. let’s go now! if you want to make your stop at the coffee shop!” your held her hand and the two of you walked out of your apartment, approaching your vehicle.

the two of you gossiped & talked about your family’s and your crush through out the drive to the coffee shop. you decided to just go through the drive thru, you ordered yourself a matcha latte and elena got herself an iced coffee.

a few minutes later the two of you winded up in the parking lot of the college, you two got your gatherings and began walking into the building, classes weren’t beginning in about 20-30 minutes so the two of you sat under a massive tree with pink flowers flowing around the air.

The two of you gossiped when a group of girls approached you guys.

“you look so stunning today y/n!”

“were are your clothes from!? they’re so gorgeous!”

“you two look so amazing today!”

you & elena smiled at them as you thanked them, when suddenly the brown haired boy caught your attention as he made eye contact with you as his girlfriend was on his lap, doing whatever god knows to his neck. you smiled slightly back at him then rolled your eyes.

the campus bell then rang as you and elena headed to class, in your first period you had your best friend and one of joão’s friends, mason. you and elena always gossip about some of the girls in the campus that give u the ick feeling, mason obviously keeps his mouth shut since he knows the consequences when it comes to messing around with you and elena.

“y/n you look like a doll anytime you wear braids with those bows, you know that?” mason says as he threw an orange slice that elena shared sith him into his mouth, you blushed at the compliment and laughed.

“thank you mason..” you said taking notes on the lesson that was on the screen.

“give me back my orange you stupid british!” elena yelled as you heard a smack go into masons forehead, you stared at the two of them watching them argue non-stop about the orange.

the two fought back and forth over the orange, “well at least my lips dont look like a duck whenever i eat!” mason yelled as it catched everybodys attention and you grabbed an orange from your bag, handing it to elena then another one to mason.

“there. two oranges for the two of you to stop arguing, now shut up.” you whispered kicking masons leg as he yelped out loud, elena bursted out laughing as she took a picture of his face.

the next bell had rang where the three of you get seperated, your next class was with joão which you tried to make things not obvious, the two of you spoke spanish, since he didn’t really understand english and anytime he spoke it he would get made fun of.

you got to your class as you sat in ur chair as usual, your heart was somewhat racing as you then heard stumbling & talking. you turned to see joão and his girlfriend all up on each other flirting, you looked away going on your phone to text elena.

he sat infront of you as he looked at you and admired your outfit, “te miras preciosa, y/n” (you look so gorgeous, y/n.) joão said as he tried to get your attention, “te estoy hablando niña!” (i’m talking to you girl!) joão said as he kicked ur ankle, you raised ur head up and looked at him, glaring at him.

“y me tenías que golpear en la pinche tonillo, pinche tonto.” (and you had to hit me in the ankle, fucking idiot.) you said holding onto your ankle, rubbing it as you rolled your eyes. “pues entonces no estes en tu teléfono con tu novio,” (then dont be in your phone with your boyfriend.) joão said as he sat back hands crossed up to his chest, you looked at his outfit, a plain white shirt with of course skinny jeans. “no tengo novio.. además que dijiste que me tenías que pegar en la pinche pierna.” (i dont have a boyfriend.. besides why did you have to hit me in the fucking leg.)

“no mas, solo te quería decir que te miras tan linda hoy.” (just wanted to say you look so beautiful today.) joão said smiling at you as you smiled back when a tint of blush appeared on your cheeks, the two of you made eye contact before you broke it by one of joão’s girlfriend friends taking pictures, you then smacked his arm and pointed at the window, when you saw his eyes widen.

“porra de mierda..” (fucking shit) you heard joão mumble in portuguese, you looked at him as you started to worry thinking about what could effect between his and his girlfriend’s relationship. you didn’t want to be the reason why, even tho you like him.

“esa era esa la amiga de tu novia..?” (wasn’t that your girlfriends friend.) you said looking at him he was already texting his girlfriend as you sighed silently not getting a reply back, you laid your head down as you dozed off infront of joão.

joão looked around making sure none of his girlfriends friends were around as he moved the string of hair that was blocking his view, he admired the way you looked, dressed & slept. The small issue was, is he starting to like you!? he took pictures of you sleeping, playing with the strands of hair that was blocking your face.

you then felt him tap on your shoulder, he kept nodging you slightly as you looked up at him, “ya levantate, se termina la clase en unos minutos..” (come on wake up, class finishes in a few minutes.) joão said chuckling, grabbing ur head slightly and smacking it playfully.

“déjame la cabeza en pas niño tonto..” (leave my head alone dumb boy) you said mumbling as you rubbed your eyes waking up, as you sat up looking around to see the class empty but just you and joão

“te ves bonita tovia con el pelo todo arruinado.” (You look pretty still with your hair all messed up.) joão said holding your bag your eyes widen, “joão, no hagas eso.. no te vallan encontrar unas de las amigas de tu novia y después que se enojé conmigo or unas de las amigas.” (joão, don’t do that, aren’t one of your girlfriends friend or herself going to find out, then either one will he mad at me.) you said as he shook his head, “fueron todas a un lugar a comer, “no se por que no me querían que fuera, pero cres que me podria quedar contigo y con elena, traigo a mason contigo si quieres?” (i don’t knoe why she didnt want me out with her, but do u think i can stay with you and elena, i can bring mason with us if you’d like.) joão said looking down, you smiled at the way he got shy.

You texted elena about it as you lifted joão’s cheek, “ya parale con tus juegos, ya vamos a buscar a elena y mason!” (stop playing around with your games, let’s go look for elena and mason!)

The two of you walked out the class and walked around outside campus, “no van a venir, los dos fueron a un lugar..” (they’re not coming the two of them went out..) you said looking at joão as he frowned, “pues entonces vamos a la biblioteca, dice el professor que tengo los grados muy mal.” (then lets go to the library, the professor said i have bad grades right now.) you nodded ur head and the two of you walked to the library.

he walked to a empty room and put ur stuff down on the table u sat down and he sat next to you, you grab one of your algebra study books as you turn to the page with the lesson he struggled with, you explain to him what the differences between polynomials and inequalities are, as you helped him with his homework, you felt his hand on your thigh.

you didn’t mind at all but try and move his hand away, he grips ur hand and you look at him. “joão-“ the two of you made eye contact as he leaned in to you, just one gap away from him kissing you. you got all nervous and started thinking of the bad things, this is something you’ve always dreamed of.

and it happened.

he kissed you.

you felt his lips on your lips, you closed your eyes as your lips and his synced. you cupped his cheeks as he held your cheek, he tried to slide his tongue into your mouth as you allowed him, he sucked on your tongue and you did on his. the two of you made out, of course you’ve seen him makeout with his blonde haired girlfriend the makeouts usually didnt last, and he would be disgusted.

you pulled away as a string of saliva seperated the kiss.

your cheeks were all red as you saw joão’s eyes widen you turned and saw elena and mason, “oh fuck..” you whispered to yourself.

A few days later passed by after that awkward situation. Mason and elena were a couple and joão distanced himself from you since his girlfriend told you, then there was you. You were hurt because of what had happened and he acted like nothing happened.

You didn’t attend college for the past 2 days, your phone was blowned up by messages from your friends besides elena asking you “were have you been?” & “are you coming back?” you obviously didn’t come because you wanted to avoid drama and you were stressed out about how late your period was and including your exams.

You were in the apartment all by urself some days, elena would leave to stay at masons since they have been dating for a 3 weeks. Today was the day you decided to come back, you got up and did your hair into a half up-half down into a clawclip, you wore a white dress with your white converse and a white cardigan. you got your tote bag since elena was picking u up.

Elena then parked her vehicle as she honked you letting you know she’s outside. You walked out your apartment as you got into elenas vehicle and she smiled at you. “you look cute returning back!” you smiled back at her as you put your tote bag in your lap.

“has anything happened at school recently so far?” you said twiddling with your fingers as the words that came exactly out of elenas mouth shocked you.

“well, joão and margarida broke up, she cheated on him, apparently because one of her friends saw you and joão together so she thought he was cheating so she took it more serious and bam.” elena said as she continued driving holding onto the sterring wheel.

“has he been okay? i know i haven’t been showing up but i had my reasons why.” you said looking at elena and she nodded her head, “he’s been hanging out with me and mason, he doesn’t seem as upset tho, he hasn’t told anybody but us about when we caught y’all kissing.” you laughed remembering what happened a few days ago.

Elena parked the car in the parking lot as the two of you got out the vehicle. she held your hand in case you felt unsafe, you actually didn’t show up the past days due to your stress and anxiety.

You followed elena as the two of you approached mason and of course, joão. you tried to avoid eye contact with him as the bell for campus rang.

you and elena were heading to class when you heard nothing but girls gossiping & speaking on you and joão.

“that’s y/n!? she’s so prettier than joão’s ex.”

“she’s such a whore.”

“she’s back!”

the two of you were about to enter class when mason joined you, you rolled your eyes seeing your friend and the boy flirt, before you entered the class with elena. joão approached you standing infront of you, “can i borrow y/n for a second?” elena looked and nodded as he held your hand and pushed you away from your friend without her knowing.

“what the fuck is wrong with you! let go of me!” you try and push him away from your grip but he grips your hand tighter as he walked you to the bathrooms, he pushed you into the womens bathroom and locked the door.

“joão- why are we in the females bathroom, anybody could walk i-” you said as he grabbed you by the waist tightly, “te vas por unos 2 malditos dias, y ahora cres que nada pasó.” (you leave for 2 fucking days and you act like nothing happened.) you looked up at him snickering, seeing his frown and he glared at you. “ahora cres que esto es chistoso?” (now you think this is funny.) you stood there shaking your head, as he leaned closer to you again.

you tried to shove him away but he held you in his grip, you slapped his chest, “déjame la pinche cintura en paz, desgraciado,” (leave my fucking waist alone, loser.) you said fighting back as he grabbed your jaw kissing you, you widened your eyes as you kissed back cupping his cheeks.

you felt so safe around him, coming back to this was making you weak, you missed seeing him, you missed how his lips felt on yours. you wrapped your arms around his neck as he walked you carefully to the counter, “jump.” he said breathlessly as he instructed you. you didn’t hesitate to as you jumped in his arms as he placed you on the bathroom counter, he looked at you smiling as he placed his lips on yours, the two of you kissed. he held you by your waist while your hands were wrapped around his neck.

your nails moved towards the strands of his hair as you were playing with his hair while the two of you were kissing. “i missed you while you were gone.” you said whispering as he understood as you opened your legs just a bit as you felt him in between you. you blushed heavily as you felt him slightly grind against you. “yo también bebé..” (me too baby..) he said whispering as he began to plant kisses on your neck, you held onto his arm leaning your head back for more access.

you bit down on your lip attempting to hold your sounds in, feeling the kisses on your neck and his hips grind slowly against you. you felt so weak under him as you felt yourself leak.

you were thinking dirty thoughts, sex of course.. you wanted him at the moment, but why would he be your first at a bathroom. you moved your hands off his arm as you held onto his waist, he looked over to you snickering at your looks, you smacked his arm then his cheek playfully. “not in the bathroom joão, anybody could walk in.” you said breathlessly as he backed away and you hopped off the counter fixing your dress, you looked at him through the mirror, you saw him chuckling.

His phone then rang as he opened the notification from mason.

“did you take y/n? elena & i are worried as hell, she keeps texting y/n asking her if shes okay and were shes at.”

He read the message as you looked at him, “let’s just go to my apartment.. make a lie up that i got sick.” you said as you looked at him nodding his head, you were surprised that the boy was improving on his english, you grabbed your bag as you saw him type his message in.

“she threw up, she looked pale and looked a bit green when i was going to talk to her. i took her to the bathroom & i’ll drive her back home if that’s alright with elena.”

you read the message as you nodded your head, he held your hand. you looked up at him as he kissed your cheek, you were so happy that this was happening, & it was all coming true.

“ohh well hope shes alright, elena said to take care of her and drive her back home. she said you could stay with her just to watch over her, she’ll go check up on her once school is over.”

João and you read the message as he unlocked the bathroom, he checked the halls for nothing to happen as you walked out, the two of you held hands and walked out the campus. he walked you to his vehicle as you got in the passenger seat.

The two of you talked about your friendship and your familys throughout the car drive to your apartment, the boy somewhat knew your house but you didn’t mind.

“joão, why did she cheat on you?” you said looking at him as he put his hand on your thigh, “she never told me why, from what i’ve heard from everybody apparently she did it because of when her friends saw me and you making eye contact, she took it serious and well i didn’t care. she used me for such things, didn’t feel like a relationship either way, i was already liking somebody around that time too.” he said as his other hand was on the stering wheel as he stopped at the red light.

you looked at him as you nodded, “i’m sorry if i got in the way between your relationship if that was somewhat my intention from what she was saying.. i really try my best to not mess up anything when it comes to just falling in love with somebody.” your eyes widen when you realized what you said as you looked at him as he was already looking at you.

“you like me?” he said as he began to hold the stering wheel continuing to drive, “yes and i’m such an idiot for falling in love with you, because of how nice you were whenever you helped me out on the second week of school and because of how kind you are whenever you have questions about my tutoring and not to mention whenever you would check up on me when i wouldnt show up to school, even whenever i didnt talk to you.” you said as he chuckled.

he parked his vehicle infront of your apartment as he grabbed your chin making you turn to him, you felt yourself get wetter through the material of your panties and you got nervous as he kissed you again.

you kissed back cupping his cheeks as he pulled away smiling at you, “let’s go inside i don’t want anybody to know we’re making out in the car.” he said as you snickered getting out his car grabbing your bag, he held your hand as you two walked to the front of your apartment and the two of you got in.

the two of you winded up in your room making out, you were sitting on the bed as he hovered above you, his hands holding your waist and your hands were on his shoulder.

his lips on yours, his hands, his scent, everything drove you crazy.

he pushed u down carefully as he hovered above you, you cupped his cheeks kissing him again as he pressed his lips back on yours. you slid your tongue in as your other hand slid inside of joãos shirt, you sucked on his tongue as your hand ran down his back while you heard him groan into your mouth. his lips traced down to your neck where he began to kiss and nibble on your skin. your small and soft moans were exposed as you held onto his arm.

you leaned your head back as you felt him start to grind in between you, “joão.. i-i’ve never done this before..” you said breathlessly as he looked at you and you sat up as he smirked at you, “i won’t do anything else unless you’re okay with that, i’ll help you okay?” you nodded your head as he undid your dress and removed the clawclip from your hair letting your hair fall down.

he smiled at you as he kissed your cheek, “hands up.” he said as you didnt hesitate to follow his instructions, you raised your hands up slowly as he grabbed the bottom of your dress pulling up your dress above your head. he looked at your body as you turned red covering your face.

“don’t you dare.” he said as he pinned you down pinning your hands above your head, you blushed as he kissed you passionately. you cupped his cheeks as his hand cupped your right exposed breast, massaging your breast. you whimpered in the kiss, your legs getting wobbly and weak at the feeling.

his lips traced down to your jaw to your bare chest, “you’re so gorgeous..” you heard joão say as he began to plant wet kisses around your chest, he lightly began sucking on your nipples while massaging your other breast.

your hand traced around his face, gripping onto it slightly, whining his name as you began to tug on his shirt. you wanted him inside of you already, you couldnt take it anymore.

he latched off your chest when a burst of sudden cold air hits you, “you can’t wait patiently let me guess?” joão said chuckling as he removed his shirt off him, you looked at his toned chest and his v line. you blushed heavily as he pulled you closer kissing you once again, the two of you sloppy kissed as he began to play with the waistband of your panties, you hummed in the kiss.

he moved down to your stomach leaving wet kisses, caressing your stomach, “you sure you want to do this bebé?” he says looking up at you as you nodded your head slowly, he pulled your panties off with his teeth as he looked at you chuckling, “you’re so wet for me already amor..” he cooed as you turned red, he rubbed your wetness around as his tongue flattened on your pussy, you moaned at the feeling as he began to lick around your clit while using his free hand to rub onto your pussy.

you arched your back moaning at the pleasure you were recieving, you ran your hands down his hair as you rested your legs on his shoulders.

he rubbed his tongue up and down against your clit, leaving kisses around as he sucked onto your clit lightly. your thighs burrying the half of his face.

he continued to devour you as he slipped one finger in he began to stretch you out, you mewled as you gripped onto the duvet, your vision getting blurry as he slipped his finger in and out of you making you moan uncontrollably.

he was eating you out and fingering you at the same time, so much pleasure making your brain go fussy and making you see stars. he started to rub the top of your clit a little faster as you let out a whiny moan, “f-fuck! you’re so good a-at this j-joão..” you said between your moans as he slipped another finger in, two fingers inside of you stretching you out and driving you crazy.

his fingers pumping in and out of you, you gripped onto his hair as you moaned loudly, saying such things to joão such as “you’re doing so good” “i love you”. you felt his finger curl into your g-spot as you arched your back gasping at the feeling.

you heard him chuckle underneath you sending vibrations through you, you gripped tighter onto the duvet as you felt your climax coming in.

he pulled himself up as you shot your eyes open and you whined, “wh-why’d you stop..” you said breathlessly trying to catch your breath as he giggled looking at you, “calm down mi vída.. you’ll get to have all this inside..” joão said as he held your hand running it through his chest, you were all flustered and red from the pleasure you just experienced.

he kissed you again as you tasted yourself through his mouth, he slid his tongue into your mouth as you began to suck onto his tongue. he began undoing his pants, you pulled him closer as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

you began to kiss and suck into his jaw and his neck, as he groaned lowly squeezing your ass recieving a moan in return. he pulled his jeans off as he was left with nothing but boxers, he laid you down as you saw him reach for his wallet pulling out the condom he had.

he pulled your legs closer as he pulled his boxers down, putting the condom over his dick as he pulled you closer to him. positioning himself infront of you, “tell me when to move okay? if it hurts, just tell me and we can stop right away, alright?” joão said as he watched you nod your head, he kissed your cheek before pushing himself inside of you.

you arched your back moaning in pain clenching around him holding onto his arm, starting to tear up. he noticed tears forming in your eyes as he lowered down trying to calm you down, he kissed you passionately as your lips synced with his you hummed, “c-can you move now..” you said breathlessly as he nodded his head.

He began to move slowly in and out of you as you began moaning into his mouth, while he groaned into yours. you pulled him closely as you whispered into his ear, “s-stay like this.. please..” as you watched him go in and out of you, the way his hair fell forward, his eyes, everything about him made you want him more.

He continues to move in and out of you, as you moaned softly into his ear, he burried himself deep into your neck before speeding up. you wrapped your legs around him as you kept enjoying the feeling of him inside of you.

“you’re doing so good for me anjo..” he said whispering into you as he kept grunting at how tight you were around him. he looked at you as he kept pumping himself in and out of you, the two of you kissed again, as he moved himself even quicker. you moaned uncontrollably into his mouth as you pulled away from the kiss breathlessly, moaning loudly at the pleasure consuming you.

your vision was going blurry again, brain was all fuzzy as you enjoyed his warmth in you.

he then placed your leg on his shoulder as he pushed himself deeper in you, you arched your back moaning loudly again as he moved in and out of you, he pinned your hands above your head again as he pounded into you.

you looked into his eyes as his necklace fell forward while he rested his sweaty forehead on yours. you moaned breathlessly at each thrust joão made, tears forming in your eyes from the pleasure.

joão whispered such lovey dovey things into your ear as in, “you’re doing so well..” “you’re so pretty.” and “i love you so much y/n.” in between the thrusts, nothing but moans and groans, skin slapping, his words and the sounds of your insides and his dick in you filled the room.

he pounded into you quicker as you closed your eyes enjoying the pleasure building up in your stomach, you were a moaning and sweaty mess underneath him as you felt your climax coming again.

“i-i’m close..” you said breathlessly as joão began to pound into you quicker than he was, you began moaning louder as you felt the tip of his cock kiss your cervix, “joão! o-oh my god!” you cried out scratching his back as you recieved a low moan from him in return, “d-don’t s-stop! pl-please!” you said as you cried out feeling him toy around with your clit, he rubbed gently as you arched your back.

joão looked down at you to see tears streaming down your face as he heard you blabber such things and moan, he smirked as the two of you came at the same time.

he collapsed on your chest, as the two of you were panting, trying to catch your breath from the intense pleasure that was happening between you two.

once you catched your breath you looked down at a red face all sweaty and messy hair joão, when his breath came back to normal he looked up at you, “i love you y/n.” he said kissing your cheek, “i love you too..” you said panting as the two of you kissed again.

joão was now laying down next to you, the two of you cuddled naked with the blanket covering the both of you, you played with his hair as you whispered into his ear, “thank you for being my first time..” you said before falling asleep on his chest. as the two of you fell asleep on each other.

(plz dont let this flop)

#joão #joão félix #joão félix smut #joão félix one shot #joão félix x reader #joão félix imagines #joão félix blurb #joão félix imagine #football smut #soccer smut #football x reader #football one shot #football one shots #soccer x reader

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Moment of Weakness-thirty

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: I know I said that this was going to be a long one but I was able to break it up because what I had written worked a lot better for the last chapter. NEXT ONE WILL BE THE FINAL PART!

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“Let me go!” I thrashed around in Clint’s embrace as he dragged me back into the house.

“Shut up!” He tossed me to the cold ground. “You’re lucky I only shot you in the leg.”

My hand was wrapped around the bleeding wound on my leg, the bullet still logged in there. The blood pooled from my fingers onto the dried leaves while I scampered to my feet in trying to escape yet again. Which only made Clint yank me back by the hairs of my scalp, more cries echoing throughout the woods.

I struggled the entire time as he dragged me to the basement of the small house and didn’t want to risk me running away again so this time he tied both of my hands behind me to the same pole that I had been stuck to for days.

Clint’s hand was wrapped tight around my throat, oxygen seizing from my lungs. “If you try that again I can promise that you won’t walk out of here alive.”

I gasped trying to let the air fill my lungs when his grip left from around my throat.

“Go fuck yourself,” I coughed.

He bent low, ready to say something, until the door kicked open with Natasha walking in. She was fuming, steam coming out of her ears.

“Bitch!” She spat while digging her finger into the bullet wound in my leg.

I cried out in pain, eyes screwing shut with tears.

“How could you let her pull a fast one on you?” Clint seethed while pulling her back to her feet.

Natasha scoffed. “Where the hell were you? It was your turn for her break.”

Through small tears, I watched as they bickered back and forth.

“This was your idea, you should be the one watching her!” Clint yelled.

“You’re the one that put the hit on her! No one has been able to follow through with it so we need to take matters in our own hands,” Natasha said with her hands on her hips.

I snickered, still in pain. “I’m flattered you guys are fighting over me.”

They both looked at me and Clint ran a hand over his face before pointing a finger at me.

“She’s your problem. Deal with it.” He said to Natasha before leaving the room, the door slamming behind him.

There was a thick tension between the two of them and I realized that if I wanted to prolong my life, the only way to do that was to keep her talking about that.

“So, it was your idea to kidnap me?” I asked.

The sound of a chair scraping across the concrete floor hurt my ears as Natasha sat on in front of me.

“I had to get you away from Bucky somehow,” she shrugged.

“To what?” I raised a brow. “Get back with him?”

“You don’t deserve him!”

Natasha was on her feet again and began pacing in front of me.

“He had everything with me! I was a loyal wife, ready to give him whatever he wanted,” she started to ramble.

“Loyal? You were fucking Clint,” I said.

“Because he was fucking you! I had to get back at him somehow!” she snapped.

Curiosity got the best of me.

“When did you find out about us?”

Natasha’s pacing halted. “His birthday. Bucky kept looking at his phone all night. When he finally stepped away from it, I couldn’t help myself from looking through it. All I saw was texts between the two of you.”

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean-.”

“What?” She kneeled in front of me. “To steal my husband away from me? To sleep with him?”

The anger in her eyes caused them to go black as she pulled out a knife from her pocket.

My shoulders didn’t tense this time, like all the other times she did this. After seven days locked here, the fight within me was gone. Especially after my failed attempt at escaping.

I hissed when I felt the blade drag across the bare skin of my thigh, the one that didn’t have a gaping wound to it.

“Why haven’t you killed me yet?” I groaned while leaning my head against the pole.

Natasha wiped the blood from the blade on her sleeve. “Because I want to make sure I completely break you.”

I gave her a hard stare. “You already have. You said it yourself, no one is coming for me. So there’s no point in keeping me alive.”

“Steve was so enamored with you,” Natasha ignored my words, deciding to change the subject completely.

“He would have been perfect for you. The four of us could have gone out together, been the best of friends. Our kids could have played together. We could still have that if you promise to stay away from Bucky when I let you out of here,” she said while sitting down in front of me.

I scoffed. “You’re delusional if you think Bucky would want you back after this.”

The knife was pressed into my neck and Natasha yanked my head to the side by my hair.

“You knew he was married but yet you kept going back to him,” she said.

Her eyes crossed over every inch of my face but when she noticed the way my breath caught in my throat and how I avoided her gaze, her face fell.

“You love him,” she muttered, dumbfounded.

My lips didn’t move, knowing that there was no point in lying to her, so the next best option was to say nothing. Even if I did say something, the commotion coming from above us had gained both of our attention. Voices were muffled and it sounded like a scuffle was happening.

Natasha looked up and followed the noises from above with her eyes so I used this as the only opportunity to do what I had been planning the second Clint tied me to the pole.

A loud yell erupted from my throat as I tackled Natasha to the ground, the knife and rope that was used to tie me falling around us as we had our own scuffle. My fists collided with her face a few times before I stumbled on my feet to run from her. I didn’t get far, her hands wrapping around my ankle to bring me down to the ground again.

“I’m going to kill you,” Natasha seethed while digging her finger into my bullet wound that had finally stopped bleeding.

“Fuck you!” I cried while smacking her hands away.

This time they wrapped tightly around my throat, cutting off my breath. Everything became weak and clouded as the light around me faded, my hands falling to my sides. My life was slipping away and this was the last fight that I had in me. I was ready to give it up.

Bucky wasn’t coming for me otherwise he would have saved me on day one. But it was a week later with no sight from him.

A loud gunshot rang in my ears which caused my eyes to snap open just in time to see Natasha fall off of me in a heap of a mass onto the ground. I had to blink a few times to let life fill my veins once again.

“Doll?”

The familiar voice made me sit to my knees, a painful groan slipping from my lips.

“Oh, fuck.”

Broken, tired, eyes locked with deep blue ones that I loved so much.

“Bu-Bucky?”

My hands shook while they reached for him, unsure if he was actually here in front of me or I actually had died and this was my version of heaven.

He was staring at the body of Natasha, who lay motionless next to me with blood pooling from the wound in her back. The gun was clenched tightly in his hand as his face shook with anger, lips trembling. He was almost waiting to see if she would sit up so he could shoot her again.

“Bucky?” My voice quaked again while I stood to my feet.

Bucky was enraged, my words going in one ear and out the other. It wasn’t until I slowly walked over to him and placed a gentle touch on his cheek.

His eyes lightened, the gun clattered to the floor, and his strong arms wrapped around me.

“Doll, you’re alright. I’m here.”

His reassuring words and soft hands were what I needed to feel safe again, my body crumbling in his embrace. My sobs stained his shirt and he lifted my face by my chin.

“Your face,” I gasped while running a finger over the cuts and blood. “What happened?”

“Clint,” was the only thing he said.

Bucky then cupped both my cheeks as he bent high and low to look over every inch of my body, inspecting all of my injuries.

“You came for me,” I cried, tears falling again.

His lips pressed a kiss to my forehead while I grasped hard at his hips.

“Always, doll.”

#mob!bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes and reader #mob!bucky barnes x yn #mob!bucky barnes and yn #mob!bucky barnes reader insert #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes and reader #sebastian stan #moment of weakness-mob!bucky barnes

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hoardlikegoldenirises · 14 days

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I'm posting this now because I'm impatient and also because I just got that commission done by jerribbit (go look at it and admire it 🥰) which is based off of the same thumbnail as this drawing (lol) 'cause I had one of those moments like, "wait this concept is too good for me to not also draw this picture," so even though I paid someone else to draw it, I decided to also draw it. But expanded upon.

anyway it's AU-related and I plan to actually put this in a post with some other images later but I have to like, draw the other images first...

these are both Kaine as he looks in Houston in windowverse; left in mid-october or thereabouts and right in mid-november ish. 2015. he's 26/27/28/6 years old depending on how you start counting. (lol) (he's 27 and a half)

originally, I was gonna put his costume underneath, but I ended up deciding to bare his neck, just for the like... cohesion of the image as a whole.

closeups/details under the cut:

left pic is Kaine in mid-October ish as mentioned, mid-to-late really... he ran out of medication and he's not doing so hot. some breakthrough spots as his immune system kicks back into gear.

some of those spots (the little ones) are just from picking at his skin though.

then he gets eaten by werewolves.

also shaves his head. the white pupil is a cataract he's had for a few years at this point. a combo of meds + physical trauma when he was a few years younger.

also it turns out shaving a character's face and making his cheeks rounder really shaves off the years.

he may be going through some shit and adjusting to new medications and so on and so forth but at least he's eating enough ❤️

stop chewing your lips dude. anyway i spent at least an hour on coloring his scars in the second pic lmao, i just enjoy that. Like, lighting? no. texturing? yes. it's just a bunch of overlapping marks of cain. mark of cains. handprints :) a la Spider-Man: Redemption.

opposite side obviously.

some red hairs in his scraggly little beard :p

his voice is fried, for the record. that scar is right over his voice box. it's like five years old though, so it's well-healed.

and then it gets even more fried, probably. this relatively fresh extremely gnarly scar is from getting his throat ripped out by a werewolf lol.

He died! Then he got better. Obv being eaten by werewolves is directly lifted from his Scarlet Spider solo, though not everything is identical.

i had to bullshit the way it looks also cause idk about you but it seems like asking for trouble to try and google, like, "scars from wolf mauling" or something. lmao.

in the windowverse setting, the Other heals injuries but existing scars stay put, and in this case the life-threatening injuries he sustained made new scars rather than healing away to smooth skin, on account of, hey, he got torn limb from limb by werewolves! not exactly a papercut, you know???

admire his hair. the only reason it's not one big fluff is because of his expensive hair products.

oh yeah blue pullover hoodie because that's what Ben has :)

and the charcoal gray hoodie is a $345 Derek Rose hoodie he got from Saks after Aracely decided that she liked his blue hoodie and it's hers now.

oh right as far as his age goes—

this pic is, as mentioned, how he looks in fall 2015.

he was ''born'' on 4/1/2009 (so if you must be literal he's 6 years old)

he reached 22 the day after Peter's 22nd birthday (10/31/2009) (so he's 28)

but his 22nd birthday wasn't until 4/1/2010 (so he's 27)

according to the birth certificate wally gets made for him in this au he was born on 4/1/1989 (so he's legally 26)

He usually counts from his observed 22nd birthday in 2010 so generally he would consider himself 27 at this point. as long as he can remember his fake birth year it doesn't matter if he forgets what age he's ''supposed'' to be and since he was born in 2009 technically that makes 1989 much easier to remember.

also aracely was born in 1999 in this universe so this makes her both 10 years older than and 10 years younger than him :) which was another factor in why i picked 1989

#idk if this needs a label because of his throat scars or what. like. i will add one if necessary though.#nadiart #fanadiart #came in through the window last night #kaine parker #rough art #shiny art #i shot myself in the foot with those tags it turns out

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oscpaistry · 1 year

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Can i get some xavi smut bestie? 🤭 maybe something rough where he’s a dom?

Ofc🫶🏼

Summary :: idk tbh, js writing sm😮‍💨😭 look at the request my loves🫶🏼

a/n :: !! Inspired by ppl on my tiktok !! Google translated Spanish, filthy smut, cursing, rough, dom! Xavi. Slight dom.f! reader And im trying to write in first person yk? Trying some new writing tips and tricks i saw😊. Thank you guys so much for 150 followers! I love you guys! I really appreciate yalls support!🫶🏼

Picture by me

"Are you good as fucking me as giving me head, Y/n?" Xavi whispers into my ear while breaking the heated kiss we were having. I breathed out and looked at him.

"I dont know. Maybe you should find out for yourself" I replied, grinding my hips against his. While cupping his face and returning to the steamy kiss we were having. I felt his lips curl up into a smirk. His hands roamed my entire body.

"Well if i have too, ill gladly do it." Xavi snapped back. His hands coming up to my face, brushing his thumb over my swollen lips and pushing his thumb into my mouth. I started to suck his thumb slow. I knew exactly what i was doing too him. I knew it because i felt him get hard underneath me. Still grinding my hips on his lap. His thumb leaving my wet mouth and his hands go to my ass. He stood up and threw me onto the bed. Now hes hovering over me. He tugged at my shirt, mentally asking if its okay if he removes my shirt.

Even when he was rough, he always asked for permission. I nod and he removed my shirt in one swift move. I was sitting there only in panties on his fully clothed body.

"mi niña hermosa" Xavi whispered and scanning my body completely. Causing me to whimper. (My beautiful girl)

He removed me from his lap, removing his own clothes plus his boxers. I saw his hard cock against his stomach. Xavi started to pump himself a few times. My lips trapped in between my lips. He hissed after pumping himself. He grabbed my waist and i straddled his lap, hovering above his hard cock.

"Quiero que folles, como si fueras mi dueño, X." I say while i cock a brow at him. That nickname i gave him in bed. X, it would drive him crazy. His hands going to my thighs and patting them, signaling me to lower myself. One hand on his shoulder, and my other hand going down to my core. Spreading my wetness over his cock. I aligned myself up with Xavi and finally lowered myself. (I want you to fuck, as if you own me, X.)

"Fu uuuck" i moaned out, stilling myself for a few moments. Catching my breath. Finally i lower myself completely into him. I adjust to him length and started to rock myself back and forth.

"Fucking hell, Y/n. Just like that. Keep pleasing daddy just like that." He stuttered out. My movements getting faster, my clit dragging over his pubic bone. Adding more and more pleasure to everything. My eyes connecting Xavi's darkend eyes. He looked at me as if he was about to kill me. He was feral. Then i smash your wet lips on his swollen, plump lips. He kissed me back, harder. One of his veiny hand goes to my clit, rubbing harsh circles over it. I jolted forward at his action, moaning into the kiss. He took that opportunity to stick his tongue into my mouth. His tongue found mine, finding the perfect rhythm.

I break the steamy kiss to catch my breath, his finger still rubbing harsh circles on it.

"Riding my cock like a good girl you are. God you feel amazing." He praised.

"Yes, im a g-good girl!" I cried out.

That was it, tipping me over the edge. I came around his cock, my walls spasming around his cock. His long fingers finally stopping. He turned me around and started to ram deep inside of me. Fucking hell, hes so big. My eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed and my nose scrunching up in pleasure as i felt him grazing over my sweet spot.

"X, so b-big" i moaned, dragging the words. I guess that that made him go even more turned on. I felt his balls slapping against my ass. He turned me around, fucking me in doggy style now.

"You like this? Clenching around me and making me twitch inside of you, huh?" Xavi replied, slapping my ass, rubbing over the tender skin as he slapped my ass. He pounded hard into me. Basically jack-hammering into me, chasing his own high. I felt his hand slither up my spine, into my hair. Grabbing my hair and pulling me up to him, arching my back. The new position making me whimper. I felt the known knot in my stomach. His hand lets go and goes down to my throat, gently squeezing around it.

"Xav- ple- oh my goddd" i clenched around him, feeling him twitch inside of me again, and again. He kissed my shoulder and looked at my face. He saw my eyes roll back to my head. Thats it. Something snapped and he hammered into me one more time. I felt his cock twitch uncontrollably and i felt his seed deep inside of me.

"Ohh my godd. Y/n your perfect." I heard Xavi moan. I fell on the bed, and he slipped out of me. Im seeing stars. Im fully out of breath. Xavi noticed and got a little worried. He grabbed me and layed down, laying me on his chest.

His fingers in my hair.

"Y/n? Im sorry, i got out of control. Im sorry i was harsh and rough. I wasnt trying to be too rough, i just wanted to try something. Im sorry." He said in a worried tone.

He knew i was back when he felt my fingers move up and down his arm. He kissed my head and fell asleep. I couldnt speak or do something because when i was overstimulated i was locked. So i layed there, mentally saying *i love you too* and fell asleep after hearing his breath.

#football smut #smut #tumblr2023 #football #xavi simons smut #xavi simons #hot as fuck #smutty #filthy #hornie #eindhoven #Psv #neymarsrealgf asks🤭#inlovewithvirgil

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another-clive-blog · 6 months

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clive au idea: he hits his head really hard at the casino (when he gets punched by bostro), and he gets some kind of amnesia. when he wakes up, from what he can gather from the others on who they think he is, he starts to genuinely believe he is future luke.

Angst angst angst- Alright I was excited about this one so I tried to make both fanarts and fanfiction hehe. Both are under the cut !! ('Do you like the color of the sky ?' Type of post ndjvdhcd probably SO LONG)

A fair warning tho, I drew on paper and photos destroyed my colors. I'll wait for nice natural sunlight next time...

Alright SO the fun thing is that I've actually done the part we were talking about lol, so without any further ado :

Soooo yeah. Next Google search : How do I tell my kind but sometimes provocative apprentice that he's actually the villain we were looking for.....

And would you look at that !! The fanfiction takes place right after that last picture <3

"Professor ? What is wrong ?" Big Luke asked, confusion written all over his face. Not concern. Never concern.

Layton should have known.

"You have to tell him, Hershel," Dimitri simply said, another nail in the coffin. He was right, of course, but that didn't make things any easier.

"Professor ?" Little Luke asked, his eyes worryingly going back and forth between the two men.

Well, it was too late to turn back anyway.

Big Luke must have felt it too, because he tried to back away at the last possible second. "Wait, wait, wait-"

A sharp inhale. Composure. And onward we go. "You are not actually Luke Triton."

"I'm not ?!" The actual Luke Triton yelled in anguish.

Layton kept his eyes on the silent young man who was now looking at him with an intense something that he couldn't quite describe. "Your name is Clive Dove. Your parents died in a tragic accident 10 years ago. They were collateral victims of a failed experiment ran by Dimitri's colleagues."

Big Luke whipped around, glaring daggers at Dimitri, and for a brief second Hershel thought that his memory had come back all at once.

It had not. "Tell him he's wrong !!" Big Luke commanded with a sheer anger that only seemed to incriminate him more.

Dimitri shook his head, the same tired sadness he did everything with heavy in his eyes. "He is telling the truth. You told me yourself, because unlike me you were there that day."

"No !" Big Luke insisted before the Professor cut him off.

"Clive, you then got adopted by a nice lady called Constance Dove. She-"

"Stop it !!" Big Luke yelled. Had they lost their minds ?? He would remember if his parents were killed. He wouldn't just forget the last memories he had of them ! No, no, no- Brenda and Clark were alive and well, little Luke had told him that. The professor and that Dimitri guy were just- just making up lies, testing him ! The Professor had been suspicious of his sudden memory loss, and Dimitri was a liar through and through.

They were lying, and he knew exactly how to prove it.

"If I'm not Luke Triton, then what am I doing here ?" He asked, because well- why would he be a part of Dimitri's vicious plan when the guy supposedly murdered his supposed family ? Why would he introduce himself as a Future Luke trying to stop Professor Layton, thing that he had apparently done ? And had he just conveniently ran into the Professor and stayed by his side by sheer luck ?

He crossed his arms smugly. All of these theories fell apart the second he was thought not to be Luke Triton. Checkmate, Professor. You won't fool your apprentice this time.

Layton looked him dead in the eyes. "You are the mastermind behind this whole thing."

...Hu ? Well it was a good question, but he wouldn't exactly call himself a mastermind-

"What do you mean, Hershel ?" Dimitri's voice cut through the silence, and for once he sounded alarmed : Big Luke somehow knew that it was strange to hear so many emotions at once from him.

"We have known for some time that someone else was manipulating Dimitri," Layton admitted, "but we couldn't quite find who. I am afraid we may never get confirmation with your unfortunate situation, but I do believe you were behind all of this, Clive."

"Stop calling me that," he snapped, "and stop telling such stupid theories !"

"You kidnapped those scientists and you told them to work on these weapons-"

"Weapons ?! Is that true, Clive ? This was never a part of our plan, we-"

"But I'm not sure what the final product is supposed to be. It must be something rather enormous, a new kind of weapon or a fortress-"

"Enough !!" Big Luke screamed. "Aren't you done already ?! I thought you were a brilliant man, but you're as pathetic as the rest of them !!"

A gasp. Little Luke took a step back, then another. He looked- he seemed betrayed, and disheartened, and he quickly ran to the professor's side.

Big Luke remained silent- almost. He suddenly was made aware that he was panting, his whole body uncontrollably shaking. He ran a hand down his cheek and surely enough, it was wet.

Most likely sweat than tears.

He looked around. The professor and Luke were finally silent, eyeing him like he was a predator about to strike. Dimitri had gone quiet too, but more in disbelief than anything. It was finally quiet, and yet there was a buzzing in his mind that was deafening, like something was going to snap soon and go off.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Luke Triton- Clive Dove.

Nothing. Not a single memory in sight. His parents, whoever they were, were gone from his mind- possibly gone forever.

The buzzing had stopped by now, but the anguish had not.

#Hope this was okay !#I had fun with this #Thank you so much !!#clive dove #hershel layton #Not tagging the others because not present enough #professor layton and the unwound future #professor layton and the lost future #unwound future spoilers #lost future spoilers #my art #my writing #Ask #Good au #Very good AU idea actually

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Potent - Dieter Bravo x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Sex Pollen, Swearing, P in V sex, Oral (Both m&f) receiving, voyeurism, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Dieter Bravo being Dieter Bravo.

Word Count: 5.2k Words.

A/N: This is my FIRST attempt at Sex Pollen. I tried. Also I tried to make Dieter as Dieter as possible but yeah. I really hope you like it. I wasn’t sure whether to post it but thought, whats the worst that could happen? Enoy!!

Unable to miss the steady stream of Taxis, Ubers and Lyfts passing your car as you’d pulled on to the street that housed your boss’s mega mansion you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. You’d attempted to call him to inform him you were on your way over to discuss his schedule for the following week, but his phone was going straight to voicemail; and it wasn’t too difficult to guess why.

The gates were wide open and a few stragglers from the party he’d thrown the night before waited impatiently for their rides to turn up as you parked your shitty car next to his brand-new range rover; the one that you’re pretty sure he still hadn’t even gotten inside of yet, let alone driven.

You said a quiet good morning to the small group of party goers watching your every move, and they grunted the same back before you slipped in through the slightly ajar doors.

Empty cups, broken glasses, discarded liquor bottles and a plethora of drug paraphernalia littered every surface of his gorgeous home. The brand new, marble coffee table that he had spent an absolute fortune on was covered in a dusty white residue and you felt crestfallen at the sight – he had begged you to get it for him as it was one of a kind – and the non-stop bidding war for it took place over three days.

You climbed the stairs and made your way to the master bedroom; the door was pushed wide open, and two women were leaning over a sleeping Dieter Bravo and snapping pictures of him, completely nude and standing to attention as so to speak. Over their loud whispering and high-pitched giggles, they didn’t hear you enter. Slamming the door to give them a fright; their attention was immediately turned to you, “Ladies. You have a choice here; you can pass me your phones and I can delete the photos myself or I can contact Mr Bravos lawyers and have them meet us here and discuss the consequences or taking illicit photos of someone without consent. And I promise you the legal team this man has on his staff is a million times better than anyone you’d be able to find off of google. So, what’s it going to be? Do you want to get arrested this fine July morning?”

You watch closely as they look at each other and back over at a still sleeping Dieter and then back down to their phones, and after a few more glances back and forth they hand over their phones. You make sure to delete all evidence of the party – clearing the recently deleted folder and removing Instagram and snapchat stories just to be safe, “I’d highly recommend staying clear of any future parties thrown at this residence” you snide as they shuffle out of the room clutching their phones and making a beeline towards the door.

Bending down you pick up a large soft throw and drape it over Dieter, trying to avoid making eye contact with his admittedly impressive morning wood as you did so.

“Dieter” you say whilst gently shaking his shoulder, “Wake up” you shake his shoulder a little harder the next time, “Wake up, Dieter, come on” and he lightly groans underneath you, eyes still widely sealed shut, “DIETER WAKE UP” you yell.

“Fuck” he grumbles out from underneath you, “Where’s the urgency baby?”.

“Dieter, you almost ended up on TMZ with your cock being the whole bloody story” you choke out with a sigh.

“Say cock again” he says with a cheeky smile, opening his eyes for the first time since you got there.

“Dieter, it’s not funny. They were taking photos of you completely naked, if I got here just a few minutes later; they’d be all over Instagram and twitter by now.”

“Good thing you got here then” he says whilst scratching the patchy spots of his ragged beard, you watch him for a few moments, noticing the darker patches beneath his eyes and the way his hair is sticking up wildly. He is beautiful, undeniably so and your heart aches a little as you stare down at him. You’d started working for him a few weeks after his breakup with Anika – a beautiful young girl, who worked at the hotel he was quarantining in whilst filming an instalment of Cliff Beasts. He’d ended the relationship after catching her in bed with one of his co-stars from the next movie he signed on for. He didn’t really speak about the situation much, but it was clear that she had broken his heart and it sent him on a bit of a spiral and his drug use had gotten out of control.

A mutual friend had approached you about the job and you’d reluctantly agreed and now a year and a half later; his career is continuing to bloom but his personal life is in tatters. You worked endlessly to ensure that every scandal or comprising situation he had got himself into didn’t make it to the press, and it was exhausting.

You gave him a small smile before walking over to his walk-in closet and pulling out some sweatpants and his favourite green robe, “Get dressed and come down. I’ll start tidying up. Do NOT go back to sleep or so help me Dieter, I’ll… yeah, get dressed” you say with a stern look on your face as you hand him his clothing.

“I’m up, baby” he counters back.

“Yeah, so I’ve seen” you mutter as you exit his room.

“Did you like what you saw, sweet girl?” he shouts to you, and you laugh loudly at his lack of decorum.

How many people were in his house last night? You think to yourself as you bag up the seemingly endless amounts of trash and load up his dishwasher, feeling grateful that they’d had the sense to move on to plastic cups before using every piece of glass-wear in his cabinets.

You filled four trash-bags by the time he had made it downstairs. You watch him from the corner of you eye as he immediately goes to his refrigerator and gulps down a gallon of orange juice straight from the container, “I ordered breakfast” he announces between sips.

“It’s technically lunchtime” you inform him whilst placing a bunch of liquor bottles in the recycling box underneath his sink.

“Brunch then” he says with a smirk, “So how was your evening? As eventful as mine?”

You can’t help the way your lips twist in annoyance at his question, you’d spent the evening before curled up on your sofa eating leftover Chinese food and attempting to reason with a woman that Dieter had fucked a few weeks previously, trying to convince her not to sell the video of Dieter eating her pussy to a company that distributes celebrity sex tapes to every porn site known to man.

You’d managed to get her to agree, offering her $12,000 more than the company after the video. You immediately had his legal team go to her home and have her sign the NDA and a contract confirming that she wouldn’t distribute any copies herself and another to legally say that all copies had been deleted after they stood behind her and watched her do it. Not quite as exciting as spending the evening drinking with Dieter, his Hollywood buddies and a bunch of desperate wannabes trying to latch on him and his friends for a bit of fame.

“$47,000” you replied sharply, and he raised his eyebrow, “That’s the amount you had to pay Crystal so she wouldn’t sell the video. That’s how my evening was… Spent trying to convince her not to fuck up your career.”

“She came like 4 times… Hardly wo-“

“Dieter, it’s not a joke. The franchise you’ve just signed with would have dropped you in an instant if they caught wind of it. It’s a huge fucking movie deal. Fuck, even cliff beasts doesn’t even rival this shit.”

You watch as he winces at those two words, the memories of the shit that went down mixed with the heartbreak of Anika, making that whole movie a sore spot for him.

“I’m sorry” you say as you realise your mistake, “Just I know how bad you wanted this role. You told me it was the first book you read in English, and you’ve come so far, Diets. I don’t want anyone to fuck this up for you… including yourself.”

He clearly marvels at your words before the doorbell rings and then he bounces off towards the door to collect the food delivery he had ordered, whilst you continue to work through the mountains of mess.

“Do I not pay people to do that?” he says as he watches you scrub the counters with bleach, dropping the bags of food next to you.

“Clara isn’t working today, and she’s not employed to clear up after your parties. God knows, you’re not paying her enough to be doing this shit. You’re certainly not paying me enough.” He lets out one of his signature raspy laughs and you throw the rubber gloves you’d been adorning into his sink and wash your hands before pulling a breakfast burrito from the paper bag.

You eat in a comfortable silence, with the occasional giggle slipping from your mouth as he gets his food all down his front.

You never seem to notice the affect your laugh has on him, especially the giggling, the way he immediately smiles so largely that his dimple makes an appearance or the way his shoulders get a little tense as a warmth spreads through his whole body. You never ever notice.

“Why do you never come to my parties?” he asks and his lip twists as he awaits your answers.

“Working for you is a 24/7 job, Diets. Also, you never ask me to come. I don’t think you’ve ever once invited me to a party” you admit with a shrug as you eat the last few fries at the bottom of the bag.

“I don’t invite anyone… people just come. Sometimes, I don’t even know why they came. They bang the door and before I know it – there’s a party!” he says voice void of any emotion.

“You can say no, Dieter, send them away.”

“Yeah, but by the time they come… you’ve gone home and I’m alo-“and before he can finish, he’s cut off by the doorbell ringing for a second time and he’s out of the kitchen rushing to open it.

The voice that quietly rings through the hall and down into the kitchen, is a voice you know very well. Auggie. The delivery boy of Dieter’s dealer. They engage in general chit-chat and act as if though they’re not doing extremely illegal dealings in the middle of the day; at Dieter’s front door before he wishes him a good rest of the day and is skipping back into the kitchen; robe pockets filled with little baggies of white powder.

“Dieter” you say with a disappointing groan, knowing your words will go in one ear and out the other, so you elect to not say anything else.

He presses a quick kiss to your scalp before grabbing a bottle of water for you both from his refrigerator, “Come to my next party”.

“No” you reply bluntly whilst taking the bottle from him, “I see all the shit that goes down at them from the videos that I’m trying to contain… I don’t need to see you get sucked off in person” your voice is accidentally laced with an obvious pang of jealousy, and you gage the look on his face for a few seconds trying to work out whether he picked up on it.

“Mhmm. Well, we can have our own little party right here. Right now,” he suggests with a wink, “It’ll be fun, we can have a few drinks, take a dip in the jacuzzi-…”

“Multiple had sex in your jacuzzi last night and the pool boy is having to drain it. There is something clogging the filter” you interject with a slight poke to his chest, “Dieter, we need to talk about next week… It’s going to be busy. You’re expected in five cities over two days AND you’ve got a cover shoot, as well as all-”

“Baby” he says whilst pushing his finger to your lips in a shushing motion, “When was the last time you let your hair down?”

A long sigh escapes your lips, and you step back from him and run your hands across your face, “Dieter, this isn’t a joke AND no” you shout as he attempts to cut in, “don’t you dare interrupt me, Bravo. Sure, would it be nice to spend an evening away from my couch? Yes. But I can’t. Some of us need to be on the ball all the time, Dieter, I have to be on high alert all the time and it’s fine… I love it. I love y-… I love working for you. And yes, I’m fully aware that I have zero social life, I don’t remember the last time I had sex… Heck, I don’t remember the last time, I had time to pull on my vibrator and fuck myself and I can just feel everything slipping away from me… shit” you exclaim, replaying back the outburst that you had not expected to fly out of your mouth. Shit. You look over at him and he’s stood with a shocked expression etched across his handsome face, fuck, “I’m sorry, I don’t know where that came from.”

He nods his head and gives you a small pitiful smile, before walking back to the fridge and pulling out a bottle of wine and a beer, “No party? Just two friends, sitting down and having a comfortable drink instead?” And he pulls a wine glass from the cupboard.

You nod and he points you towards his sofa, and you shake your head, “Living room is still filthy.”

“Bedroom it is” he announces as he pushes you towards the stairs and you climb them in front of him. His bedroom had become the place where you spent most of your time at his house, sat cross legged at the end of his bed whilst he nurses a hangover or just lays there too lazy to get up and go downstairs, so you don’t mind the suggestion. You climb down on to your usual spot, and he snuggles back down to where he had been laying less than an hour earlier.

He pours you a large glass of wine and you draw small circles with your fingertips on his ankle that he dropped into your lap, “You’d have a good time, you know?”

A small hum leaves your mouth and smile up at him, “I’ve heard the stories about your legendary shindigs, Dieter, cleaned up the aftermath of many of them… I know I’d have fun.”

“But you won’t come?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. Let’s get Croatia out of the way and the first movie filmed and we will discuss it then” you answer with a shrug.

“Holding you to that” he mumbles before fiddling around with his robe, pulling out a small bag of white powder and setting it up on a tray next to his bed, “One moment.”

This is something you’d witnessed multiple times before; it wasn’t the first and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time he had snorted cocaine in front of you. The very first time being the first day you had met. He makes a loud grunt as he snorts the powder and his face contorts for a few moments… “Jesus, that’s different” he utters aloud.

“Are you okay?” you reply instantaneously, and he replies with a smile and a wink… “What does it feel like?” you ask quietly.

“You’ve never done cocaine? Ever?” he asks sounding a little more shocked than you had expected, “It’s fucking dope.” He starts to wriggle, and his posture starts to change and the next few words that come flying out of your mouth manage to shock you both.

“Can I try?” you gulp loudly.

“I mean… if you’re sure… are you sure?” he asks still wriggling around uncontrollably.

“Yes, but just once” and you watch as he separates a tiny line of white powder on the tray just for you before tentatively passing it over to you.

“Just the small line, snort quickly. But only if you’re sure, baby” he says as he pulls the same throw from earlier across his lap.

You snort it quickly and he watches the entire time, keeping an eye on you, whilst attempting to relieve some of the pressure building up between his legs.

What the fuck is happening? He thinks to himself. Watching you snort a line of cocaine, whilst sat in the spot he loves you most. From your sudden need for corruption, and his cock suddenly getting hard in his pants he’s not sure what’s going on. He had taken care of his morning wood before joining you, and honestly, he fisted his cock with you in mind the entire time. But this was different. A slight high from the drug had started to rip through him but it was quickly replaced with an insatiable thirst. His whole body burning with desperate need as he watched you sit sweetly at the end of his bed. What the fuck is happening?

You’re not really sure what to expect, you grimaced at the sharp pain that flooded your nostril after snorting the powder but nothing else seemed to be happening. You look over at Dieter who’s running his hands back and through his hair as he watches you intently, never for a second taking his gaze off of you and then it happens.

A sharp pain shoots straight through you and to your core, an intense pressure building and the need for relief unbearable. You squirm uncontrollably as you press your thighs tightly together as your body begins to writhe around, “What the fuck, Dieter?” you gasp out as you fight the urge to pull up your dress and shove two fingers inside of yourself.

“Fuck” he grits out as he realises that you’re having the same reaction, “I don’t know what’s happening, baby. Need some fucking relief.” He chokes out as he begins to palm himself through his sweatpants.

You squeeze your legs together even tighter, desperate to feel a little friction on your clit and begin to rip the sundress and underwear your wearing clean off your body. Your hands instantly squeezing at your tender breasts, and pinching at your nipples, completely uncaring of the fact your boss is a few feet away from you watching your every move.

“Fuck, baby, fuck” he grunts as he rips the throw off of his legs and frees his cock from his sweatpants, pumping it furiously as he watches you writhe around at the bottom of his bed, “fuck I need to fuck you, sweet thing” he grits out as one of your hands finds its way to your clit and you start to choke out broken moans as you desperately rub circles in your bundle of nerves, providing just an ounce of the relief your body is screaming for.

“Tell me how good it feels?” Dieter demands and you head swings over in his distraction and you practically salivate at the sight of his stroking his cock relentlessly, “Tell me.”

“So good! Fuck, your cock is so fucking thick, Dieter… shit. What the fuck is that stuff?” you mumble as the desire raging through your veins grows stronger and stronger.

“It’s just fucking coke” he mutters, “I think… that’s what I fucking asked for… fuck they must have cut it with something new.”

You focus all of your attention on bringing forward the orgasm that you’re craving, needing, and finally it tears through you, you throw your head back and continuing to slowly play with your pussy as you pass through your orgasm.

“What the fuck, Dieter?” you ask, basking in the short afterglow for a few moments before a thought comes steamrolling into your mind, “Did you… did you fucking plan this?”

He’s still furiously pumping his cock, eyes flickering up and down the length of your body as he does so, unable to talk or stop himself until hot ropes of cum start to shoot out of the swollen tip of his cock.

He moans your name throughout his high, and you feel a slight burning begin to flood back to your core. Your pussy dripping with arousal and before you have time to register it happening the desperate need consumes your whole body and your desperately pawing at yourself.

“I didn’t plan this, I don’t fucking know what’s happening, baby” you hear him repeat over and over, and you watch as he resumes stroking himself with fury… the previous orgasm doing nothing to soften his rock hard dick.

You begin pumping two fingers in and out of your heat, trying to reach that spot up inside you that’ll satiate some of the need coursing throughout you. Your eyes glued to Dieter and his throbbing length, wanting so desperately to be split open by him, “Fuck me” you choke out, “Fuck me, Dieter, please… Fuck me” you beg over and over, as he grinds his teeth, trying to hold himself back from thrusting himself into you.

“Can’t… don’t want you to think -fuck-, I planned this… Can’t having you thinking I’d do that to you, baby” every word is met with a groan between it, and the sight of you aggressively fingering your dripping wet pussy comes to much and he cums a second time, his pleasure spurting across the bedsheets.

“Won’t fuck you,” he mutters, “But I’ll help you, baby… if you want” and you nod keenly as he moves himself closer to you.

“Fuck” he murmurs, looking down at your glistening pussy as he spreads your legs for him. He rips away your frantically moving hand and you sob out from the loss, but before you can argue or push it back he bends over and licks a wide strip through your pussy, before sucking on your clit and pushing two of his deliciously thick fingers inside of you, pumping in and out, searching for that spot inside of you until you gasp his name out in pleasure. You lose count of the amount of times he makes you cum with his mouth, sucking and licking through your folds as he keeps his fingers in your heat. His head resting on your thighs between orgasms, and immediately diving back in when you’re ready for him.

The sheets beneath you saturated and sopping wet with a combination of both of your come, his hand free aggressively pumping his shaft to provide him some relief from the unrelenting burning inside of you both.

You had both began to notice the longer periods of relief after every orgasm, but the fire wasn’t ready to flame out yet and you needed him inside of you. Desperately. And honestly, you’d needed him for a lot longer than today… “Dieter,” you whisper, “I know you didn’t plan this, baby, I know. I’m sorry for assuming the worst in you” you moan aloud as his tongue starts to flick over your clit again, “baby, please, please fuck me. I need you inside of me… really fucking want you, really, really need you.”

He reluctantly pulls his face away from your pussy, but not before sucking your clit a few more times and moving up your body. His knees placed either side of your hips, he looks down at you, your chest heaving up and down and face as sweet as he’d ever seen it, murmuring his name as he took you in.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby” he says with the most sincerity you think you’ve ever heard him speak with, “Have not been able to stop thinking of this gorgeous face since I first saw you.”

And then his hand gently cups the side of your face and he’s pulling you in for a kiss. And it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced. It’s soft but giving and the way his tongue dances against yours makes you moan into his mouth. Every stroke of his tongue, every gentle nibble on your lips is like paradise, the scruff of his beard scratching the soft skin of your face makes you mewl. You kiss for as long as you can, until the unrelenting need starts to hurt, and then he situates himself and sheathes inside of you in a single thrust.

You’re still dripping with arousal and the countless orgasms had made you slick enough for him to easily push inside of you. The stretch of him makes you wince, and he immediately stills, ignoring his need for relief and studying your face with an intensity, “Are you okay, baby?”

“Yeah, good, really good. You’re just fucking big, Dieter” you gasp out place a hand of his ass and give it a slight slap in encouragement, “I need you to move.”

“Fuck, okay, baby” he mutters, and he starts gently rocking his hips, barely pulling out of you until and you start to plead and beg for him to go faster, and the look on his face tells you there’s nothing he wouldn’t do for you.

The pace and precision this man fucks with is outstanding, every movement is perfectly calculated, and he grinds into that spot inside of you without missing every time, “How’s it feel baby?”

“So, fucking good, Dieter, so fucking good.”

“Rub your clit for me” he orders, and you mewl at his sharp raspy drawl; your hand snaking between your bodies to obey his demand.

The filthy noises he makes as he pounds in and out of you, between praising your body and talking about how sweet and perfect your cunt is, goes straight to your core, and the adding element of your fingers rubbing your clit so perfectly makes your orgasm tear through you. Your walls gripping onto his length as you clench around him like a vice makes him wince, the tightness of your cunt milking him of his cum at dragging his climax free and the same time you reach your own. The feeling of his seed painting your walls provides you with the most relief you’d felt from any orgasm.

He drops down on top of you, making sure his arms take the brunt of his weight and he nuzzles his face into your neck before licking up to your mouth and pulling you in for another kiss.

Breaking free of the kiss you both agree he needs to contact his dealer and find out exactly what was still coursing through both of your bloodstreams. He rolls off of you and you groan at the loss of his hard cock inside of you. He reaches over to the nightstand to grab his phone and dials his dealers’ number, and you listen to the conversation… The delivery driver had two drop offs – first to Dieter and then another. The drugs had somehow gotten mixed up and instead of the usual cocaine delivery, Dieter had received a drug intended for a sex party, the powder being made of a potent chemical that enhances your sex drives tenfold. Side effects including intense pain and severe loss of inhibitions. The drug in small quantities can last for 6-12 hours but consumed in larger can last for days.

You’re not entirely sure of how long it had been since you had taken the drugs, but you were sure you both had at least a few more hours before it was out of your systems.

By the time the call had ended, your mouth had wrapped around Dieter’s cock, and you were hollowing your cheeks as you attempted to take as much of him in your mouth as you possibly could. He didn’t even say goodbye when hanging up the phone, just ending the call so he could let out the strangled moan he had been keeping lodged at the back of his throat.

“Fuck, baby” he grunts as he started to fuck himself up into your mouth, rocking his hips from underneath you and groaning in approval every time you gagged around him. The burning desire was making you squirm and squeeze your thighs together, but you were determined to make him fill the back of your throat before you seek out your own pleasure. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long, and he’s shaft in pumping the back of your throat and coating your tongue in his salty goodness. You swallow as much of him as you can, but you feel his come and a mixture of your saliva drip down your chin with every thrust.

You release him with a loud pop, and lick lazily across his swollen tip a few times before straddling him and slowly lowering yourself down onto him, wincing once again at the stretch.

“Fuck” you mumble as you rock slowly back and forth, “Can’t tell you the amount of times I thought about you like this… Rubbing my clit to the thought of your beard scraping against my thighs.”

“Yeah? You think about me when playing with that pretty little pussy, baby?” he asks and you take in the sex drunk expression on his face, he looks utterly wrecked and you feel a pang of pride at doing this to the Dieter Bravo.

“Every single time I make myself cum.”

You increase the pace in which your grinding into him and he grips your hips and encourages you to bounce up and down, fucking up into you as you do, “Look at my good girl” he grits out between his teeth, “MY good girl… No one else gets to fucking touch her again.”

The unexpected and sudden possessiveness he begins to display makes your pussy clench around him, hearing him refer to you as his girl driving you insane.

“Nobody but you” you purr back at him and his eyes flash with a new kind of hunger, a softer but more powerful kind than the one that had pulled you together.

“You’re coming to the next party, and everyone after that” he tells you, hand cupping your face and making you look into his eyes as you continue bouncing up and down on his cock, “I need to show my beautiful girl off to everyone.”

“Yeah?” you ask softly, “You could just be saying this because we’re under the influence of a sex drug, baby?”

“Nope. I meant it when I said you’re all I think about… Just never imagined someone like you could want someone like me” he says with a slightly sad smile, “I guess you could say I’ve been under the influence of something stronger than any drug… since the day I met you… I’ve been under the influence of love.”

“Dieter FUCKING Bravo, did you just quote that shitty cash grab romcom you were in, to me?”

“…Yes.”

You roll your eyes and pull him in for another kiss. Unsure of how many more times you fucked that day until the drug had eventually left your system, having to pull him in to a spare room to sleep on a bed that wasn’t completely drenched in you both.

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assortedvillainvault · 6 months

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I just got into the horned king 😭

I'm on character ai and he tries to get jiggy with it, I can not for the life of me imagine his body frfr

What do you think it'd be? Is there a canon appearance besides his bone face? 😭

I need help lol 😭

- Lucky Katsune

JJFBLFHU ok well thank you for pulling this into the forefront of my blog and brain like the result some kind of hellish lichsimp deep sea fishing reel. (positive)

Starting off with I very much understand the lure of the AI, I did some experimenting with it myself a while back - but honestly once the initial newness of it wears off its a very clunky (and dubious) tool, you're honestly going to get better entertainment from a blank word doc and a no holds barred laugh-yourself-silly discussion over discord as you write.

Secondly, onto the fun part-

(Lich anatomy with pictures and suggestive things under the cut lads, you know the drill. If you don't wanna see stuff don't click.)

The Horned King has no 'canonical' under-robe going on EXCEPT for the very brief frames shown during his death scene, in which the cauldron slurps down his clothes before making him melt and explode and godIwishthatwereme -

(I make NO APOLOGIES for my work choice here this is the HK simp blog you knew what you were getting into under the read more)

What we can see from most of the film is his face appears to be the most decomposed part of him that is visible - his hands are withered but still fully fleshed, and his forearms seem to retain a decent mount of muscle.

From the way his shoes right at the beginning of the film basically move like thick socks, it stand to reason his feet would retain a decent amount of flesh to get that rounded look. I am Not typing 'Horned King Feet' into google again so you're going to have to go without a refeence pic for now. I have limits.

That leaves us with literally everything in between.

i can't get a clearer or better quality shot so I apologise, but this is what we can glimpse mid melting:

Same greyish green tinge and leathery texture for the skin all over his torso, not to mention a decent amount of flesh left overall! His shoulders seem pretty large for a corpse (lets not forget in the books he's a hunter and a warlord) and I struggle to believe he wouldn't know how to use any of the weapons in his castle. Given we can see the curve of his back there's no reason to beleive the flesh coverage doesn't extend all the way down his legs too.

With proof out of the way now we can get onto the fun part!!

I personally like to headcannon that parts of his vertebrae and lower ribs 'peek' through his skin because the more monstrous and rotten the better in my book. He also probably got scars due to the violent job description of being a medieval warlord, undead sorcerer or not.

Corpses do tend to look a little shrink wrapped as they loose moisture and muscle mass, so he's probably on the skinnier side and his joints will protrude a little, especially the hips and knees. Heck just look at the way his hands widen from the wrist bone! That robe is for more than just warmth (wales be chilly), it's making his silhouette larger becuase when they're not swinging weapons at you or barfing up green smoke, decaying bodies actually are pretty small.

Given he's got no eyebrows and no hair peeking out from under he hood, I'd hedge a bet he's hairless all over too.

And lastly I can't find your blog so Idk if you're of an age I feel comfortable discussing NSFT with outright, but safe to say anything between his legs is fair game. You want him with an eggplant? Me too go get em. You want him like a ken doll becuase it fell off a hundred years ago and he never mentally recovered? Sure go for it I know a couple people that headconnon him that way. Skelebussy? Tentacles? Go forth and conquer my dude.

You're having fun so you can literally put whatever the hell you want under his robes as long as you're having a good time. Hope this helped!!

#thalassa responds #the horned king #ty so much for the ask this was really fun!#might have gone a tad overboard but fuckit #I will gladly chat anatomy and references till sunrise #the black cauldron #disney villains #selfship shenanigans

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I really love Jacq. He's relatable because he's scatterbrained and talks a lot. Anyways compulsively wrote this thing after getting a cute idea enjoy

Also this is going to be multiple parts. Just because this is like 3k words and nowhere near done.

Jacq X Male Reader

Being a teacher doesn't give Jacq much free time. And yet, he still finds all the time in the world to visit that handsome shopkeep who runs a bookstore in Artazon.

Reader is not the SV protagonist. He's a pretty normal dude all things considered - his only explicitly mentioned Pokemon is a dusk form Lycanroc.

Authors note: I've taken to using ____ as a replacement for y/n because I just don't like using that. If you're using an extension to swap words out, add four underscores and your name/OCs name to get desired results. I'm not entirely sure how pokedollar to irl currency works so I'm using google's Yen to USD converter. Also just using the yen symbol for convenience's sake.

Jacq was absolutely hopeless.

Sure, the Academy had the largest library in the region. And sure, he was already a relatively accomplished Pokemon researcher who created the Pokedex app.

But when his newest student Juliana had told him about a bookstore in Artazon, he couldn't help himself. The pursuit of knowledge led him to many things, even if it meant a slightly unconventional trip during a time when he didn't have class.

It wasn't too hard to find the place he was looking for. A sign above the door read "Pagebound" in neat lettering, with an opened book etched directly beneath it. From looking through the window, he could see the shop was quite cozy. Bookshelves were arranged in an orderly fashion, and there was even a little reading nook with bean bag chairs.

A bell chimed a merry note as he pushed the door open, taking a better look around. There wasn't anyone in the shop, not even behind the counter - he presumed the folks who worked here were tidying up or preoccupied with something else. The shop was open, perhaps it just wasn't too busy.

Jacq skimmed his eyes over the titles he could see. A collection of books he had heard of, but many he hadn't. Original works from Pokemon researchers that had been published and publicized, but perhaps weren't very popular. They could give some unique insight to Pokemon biology.

He could certainly see why Juliana had mentioned this place. It had a certain atmosphere about it that was irresistible, so pleasantly relaxing he wondered why he hadn't noticed it before.

Jacq heard footsteps approaching, and wondered if any employees had finally spotted him. Instead, he was greeted by an extremely unique sight. An orange-furred Lycanroc with lime green eyes and a shock of white, spiky fur arched in a crescent over it's head. It stared at him without so much as a peep, tail swishing back and forth languidly.

A dusk form Lycanroc. It took a moment for the realization to set in, and he nearly dropped the book he had plucked off the shelf. These were the rarest form of Lycanroc, only evolved at sunset - they were also said to be the strongest. Jacq had never seen one in person before. He'd seen various studies in reports and pictures of them sent to him through the Pokedex app, but those were nothing compared to the real thing.

"Hello there!" He greeted with an excited whisper, patting his jacket on search of his notepad. "What are you doing here, huh? You must have a trainer nearby, you're far from your usual reported habitats..."

The Pokemon continued to stare him down, completely unphased by his talking. Jacq wasn't even sure why he was talking to a Lycanroc, it couldn't respond to him.

"Look at you, aren't you just gorgeous?" Jacq was frantically scribbling down notes, along with a crude sketch of the Lycanroc itself. It was absolutely fascinating to see one so close, and get a proper look at it. The unique blend of features from midday and midnight Lycanroc made for a very interesting specimen. He wondered briefly what its mane felt like - would it be like the rocky, jagged mane of a midnight form, or the softer, more sleek mane of a midday form?

He reached forward without thinking, but stopped himself in his tracks. He would rather keep all of his limbs. Lycanroc had a reputation for being aggressive towards those they didn't trust, and sticking his hand right near its mouth full of very sharp teeth was a gateway to disaster.

"Oh, a customer." Jacq jumped as someone spoke, briefly wondering if the Lycanroc had, in fact, responded to him. His eyes darted around for a moment, before finally landing on the actual origin of the voice.

And there he stood, perhaps the most handsome man Jacq had ever seen. He had a casual sort of smile on his face, hands stuffed into his pockets as he approached. The Lycanroc wagged its tail happily, turning to approach the stranger.

"Sorry if she caught you off guard. She's mastered her mean look, but she wouldn't hurt a cutiefly." He gave the Lycanroc an affectionate pat on the head. Jacq was speechless, still crouched down awkwardly with his pen held loosely in hand. A glimpse at the other's nametag told him their name was ____ - it looked like they were the only employee.

"...Ah! N-No, no, not at all, actually!" He spluttered, nervously fumbling with his coat as he got up. "I've just never seen a Dusk Lycanroc in person, is all, I got distracted taking a closer look at her- er, I was just, ah, making notes for my own research!"

____ watched with vague amusement as Jacq explained what he'd been doing, evidently not too bothered by how close he'd gotten to his Pokemon.

"Don't stress, really. You aren't one of my regulars, so you've never seen her out and about. Most people are as surprised as you are." ____ shrugged with a cute laugh, one that made Jacq's heart skip a beat. "So you're a researcher?"

"No! W-Well, I was, It's not my main focus anymore. I used to do that for a living, but, uh, I- I teach at the Academy in Mesagoza. Biology, to be specific. I still, uh, indulge in some exploration from time to time though!" Jacq stumbled over his words, trying to stuff his notepad out into his pocket. He, of course, missed, dropping it on the floor. "I developed the Pokedex app, so I mostly get my information through others nowadays - but, uh, one of my students recommended this place to me, so I thought I'd take a look!"

He didn't mean to talk so much, but he did that when he was nervous. The Lycanroc ambled forwards, gently picking up his notepad and offering it back to him. Jacq took it back with slightly trembling hands, successfully putting it back where it belonged this time.

"Biology, eh?" ____'s eyes glittered. He flicked a hand casually towards the shelves to his left, to a variety of thick, dusty old books. "I have a good collection of self-published works by lesser-known researchers. I'm sure I'd you wanted to learn something new, one of those would help. Though I'm sure the Academy's library will already have something better."

"Oh! That'll, uh, that'll be perfect! I'll take a look, thanks in advance." Jacq adjusted his glasses a little, consciously aware of them sliding off his nose. ____ nodded, before strolling off.

"I'll be in the back, shout if you need a hand!" He called, a door clicking shut behind him. The Lycanroc padded casually alongside Jacq as he perused the shelves - a few of the titles he recognized from his own studies, but a large variety were brand new to him. The one that caught his eye was one he'd never seen, entitled 'A Study on the Noble Phenomenon.' He recalled Raifort mentioning the concept of Noble Pokemon once - in ancient Sinnoh, inhabitants revered exceptionally large and powerful Pokemon as guardian deities.

Jacq took the book off the shelf, taking a moment to skim through the pages. The book itself seemed to dive into why these Pokemon became as strong as they were - the primary theory seemed to be that they were descended from Pokemon with significant power, belonging to one of the first Pokemon trainers in history.

It was fascinating to look into - it described Pokemon that no longer existed, and drew links between those ancient Pokemon and modern Pokemon. He sat down in the little reading nook ____ had presumably set up himself, sinking comfortably into one of the assorted bean bag chairs. He didn't have long to stay, but it wasn't like he couldn't get comfy while he was here.

Lycanroc situated herself on a particular cushion in the corner, one that was distinctly more worn than the rest. It was far too small for her, her legs hanging off of it at awkward angles, but she looked very cozy. Who was he to judge?

He certainly hadn't realized how long he'd been there until his rotom phone beeped - a reminder that he had a class starting soon! He'd gotten lost in his own thoughts for too long! Jacq hurriedly got to his feet, quietly thanking the fact that ____ had returned to his spot behind the counter.

"How much for this?" He asked, setting the book down. It thumped loudly on the wooden counter, which woke Lycanroc up. Oops. ____ took a look at the book, glancing briefly at the spine.

"¥1800." He came up with that price fairly quickly. It was a remarkably good price for a book this size, especially considering it didn't seem all too common. ____ chuckled softly, perhaps noticing his expression. "I offer a unique discount to cute biology teachers. Consider yourself lucky."

Jacq felt his face burn, stuttering incoherently for a moment. Had he heard them correctly, or was this some lucid daydream? Was the Lycanroc secretly a Hypno in disguise? He dug his wallet out of his pocket, handing over the money with a hastily mumbled 'thank you.'

"Thanks for shopping with Pagebound, we hope to see you again." ____ grinned like a Nickit, watching Jacq leave in a hurry. "...Ahh, Lycanroc. Do you think we'll see him again?"

The Wolf Pokemon snorted, rolling her eyes in a human-like gesture before standing. She turned around multiple times on her cushion, softening it to her liking, before plopping back down.

"Well, I sure hope so." ____ gazed at the door where Jacq had been a few moments earlier, chin propped upon his hand. Things got lonely around here... It would be delightful to see Jacq again.

Jacq already wasn't fond of taking the stairs up to the Academy, but it was made significantly more unpleasant because he had to sprint up the stairs. He was completely out of breath by the time he got to his classroom, the bell chiming merrily to announce the start of class the moment he closed the door behind him.

"Ha... Good timing by me!" He joked breathlessly, earning a few chuckles from his students. Jacq dropped the book on his desk, leaning on it for a moment to catch his breath. Thankfully, it didn't take too long to regain his composure - he would've gotten an earful from Director Clavell if he had spent his entire class doing nothing. "So, I presume we all remember our last lesson about regional forms."

...His encounter with Lycanroc earlier had given him an idea.

"While some Pokemon change depending on the region they make their habitat, some have a variety of forms that aren't exclusive to one location. Let's use Meowstic as an example - while both variations evolve from the same Pokemon, Espurr, they look completely different and even learn different moves depending on their gender." Jacq gestured as he spoke, fixing his glasses out of habit. "Another excellent example of this phenomenon is Lycanroc. Can someone tell me how many forms Lycanroc has?"

Predictably, Juliana's hand shot up without a moment of hesitation. She was rather soft-spoken, but she still had a habit of being the first to answer any of his inquiries. And, most of the time, she was correct.

"There's three," She answered when he looked at her. "Midday form, Midnight form, and Dusk form."

"Correct! Not many people know that Lycanroc has a third form!" Jacq set his hands on his hips. "The form a Rockruff will take depends on the time of day it evolves. Not only will its appearance differ, its disposition will change too! Each form has its own strengths and weaknesses, but the Dusk form is widely regarded as the strongest form - however, it's also the rarest. Only certain Rockruff can evolve into it, and they'll only evolve during the sunset. Interesting, huh?"

Jacq spent the rest of his class explaining form differences, explaining changes that only effected appearance versus changes that effected a Pokemon's capabilities. He found himself trailing off a bit each time he thought about that Dusk Lycanroc, mind wandering back to ____. Sure, he could get as many books as he liked here at the library...

And yet, he still found he wanted to go back.

He waved his students out as the bell rang, distinctly aware of Juliana's knowing smirk but choosing to pretend he didn't notice. The moment the door shut behind the last student, he slumped over his desk, head in his hands. All it had taken was one interaction with ____ to make him feel like a hopelessly enamored schoolboy.

He briefly checked the time on his rotom phone, consciously aware of the fact that he had several more classes to teach today. Perhaps he could stop by again another day, there was a variety of other books he wanted to take a look at... And, perhaps he could get to know ____ better.

Jacq sighed, taking his glasses off to clean them. He was absolutely hopeless.

A few days had passed, and Jacq couldn't get ____ off his mind. He'd already finished the book he'd bought from them, but he found himself going back through it over and over. It was an interesting read, but that certainly wasn't the only reason he continually returned to it.

He finally surrendered. When his classes were done for the day, he was out as quickly as his students were, rushing through the halls as fast as he could reasonably go without knocking anyone over.

Going down the stairs at high speeds was much easier than going up - albeit, carried a greater risk of falling over. The moment he arrived in Mesagoza's plaza, he pulled out his phone to call a flying taxi. Artazon wasn't too far away and he could've walked, but he just knew he would get distracted watching wild Pokemon or get tangled up in a battle and forget where he was going in the first place.

Walking into Pagebound again was oddly relaxing, the atmosphere of the cozy store weighing pleasantly over him like a thick blanket. He spotted ____ working out of the corner of his eye, organizing books on the shelves.

"Welcome, feel free to take a look around and ask me if you need help." He said, not turning just yet. Jacq perused through the books once more, though his attention never lingered on one for long. He continually returned his gaze to ____, mind ablaze with thoughts. How should he approach? Small talk, just saying hello, asking for help? Overthinking was a pain.

He wasn't aware of the fact that ____ had noticed him already, stealing brief glances whenever he happened to look down. Lycanroc watched the pair as they gazed longingly at the other, eventually tiring of their shenanigans. She padded through the neat aisles towards Jacq, giving his coat a sharp tug with her teeth right as ____ looked at him.

Jacq startled, briefly looking around to see what had tugged his coat... And spotted ____ staring. The two made lingering eye contact, standing awkwardly on the spot, before they both quickly turned away to pretend they hadn't just stared at eachother. Lycanroc almost snickered as she plodded off again.

After a few more minutes of meaningless browsing, Jacq approached ____. He might as well try, even if he made an absolute fool of himself. Jacq gave himself an internal pep talk - walk up and ask him if he'd like to have a coffee sometime! Easy peasy! He took the time to fix his hair a little, even if his attempts were fruitless, finally clearing his throat to get the other's attention.

"So, ah, ____-" Jacq's voice caught in his throat when ____ looked at him. The shopkeep was still a little flustered, visibly blushing. Jacq felt his brain completely empty, his comprehension of speech dissolving into a mushy pile of words. He fumbled with his glasses for a moment, trying to remember what he was going to say... Before grasping at straws. "Err, well- I was, uh, wondering if you'd- w-want to... to... Come by the academy?! I, uh, I think Lycanroc is fascinating and- a-and I'd like to show her to my students! We did a lesson on a-alternate forms, and I think- w-well, seeing an example in person would help! Especially since she's so docile and-"

Jacq paused when he saw the way ____ was looking at him. He looked equal parts bewildered and amused, fidgeting with the pen he had tucked behind his ear.

"I'd love to. I-If the director is okay with it, anyways. Lycanroc is really good with kids, I'm sure she'd love them." ____ smiled, brushing a loose strand of hair out of his face. "I don't want to get you in trouble, so..."

"Right, right! I-I can ask, definitely! I'm sure he'll allow it- I mean, he's- well, he's strict, but he'd never deny a good learning opportunity!" Jacq was giddy with glee. He'd forgotten what he was originally going to ask at this point. "I'll, ah, come back tomorrow and let you know! Same time!!"

"Great. I look forward to it, then." He giggled, giving Lycanroc a loving pat on the head when she approached him. Jacq grinned brightly, making a mental note to visit Director Clavell as soon as possible, and bustled out the door.

Jacq was certain he could've sprinted all the way back to the academy with the adrenaline that courses through him - he had done it! He may have forgotten what he was originally going to ask, but he'd asked something nonetheless.

He'd probably spent more on the taxi just this month than he had spent... Ever. At least it was a good mode of transportation. Instead of returning to his classroom or the staff room, he made his way up towards Director Clavell's office. The two had worked together for a long time before coming to the school, he was almost certain he could convince him to allow a guest speaker.

"Director Clavell?" He asked as he opened the door, checking inside to see if he was even there. Clavell sat behind his desk, occupied with whatever paperwork he needed to do. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important."

"Not at all. What can I aid you with?" Clavell placed his pen back in the inkwell, folding his hands nearly in front of him.

"Good- er, I have a request. See, I've met this fellow who owns a very peaceful Dusk Lycanroc-" Jacq saw Clavell lean forward a little, obviously intrigued. "I was wondering, could I, uh, invite him to speak for my class? I-I just think seeing such a rare Pokemon could be a great learning experience, but I wanted to- to ask you first, you know?"

The director considered this for a long moment, casually rubbing his chin. Jacq was worried for a moment that he might decline, preparing to offer his best justification-

"I don't see why not." Clavell finally decided, pushing his glasses up his nose. "Provided the Lycanroc remains in its PokeBall in the hallways." Jacq nodded, fumbling excitedly with his Rotom phone. He couldn't exactly call ____, but it was exciting news nonetheless.

"Of course! Thank you, director, you won't regret this!" Jacq brushed his coat off, turning around and leaving the director to his work. The rest of his day was spent eagerly awaiting the next day, the hours dragging by so slowly he feared he'd lose his mind.

When his classes were over the next day, he rushed out again, following the same path he'd taken the day before.

The bookshop was empty again, though Jacq saw Lycanroc's mane poking out from behind the front countertop. He approached warily, concerned about startling her - but she seemed to notice him before he got close, slinking around the corner and padding up to greet him.

Lycanroc was far more welcoming than she'd been before, thick tail wagging as she rubbed affectionately against his leg. He cautiously gave her a pat on the head, a touch which she seemed overjoyed to receive.

"Seems like she's warmed up to you." ____'s voice came from behind, and Jacq nearly jumped out of his labcoat. "Sorry, guess I startled you again. Did you hear from the director?"

"I-I did! He said you're free to come by anytime, as long as Lycanroc stays in her ball in the hallways - er, I'm guessing because we're not technically supposed to have them out indoors." Jacq continued to pet Lycanroc, running his hands along her mane. It was an odd mix of smooth and coarse, a texture he certainly hadn't anticipated.

"Great. I'd be happy to come by tomorrow, if that works for you." ____ offered, clearly amused by Lycanroc's desire for many pets.

"Yes, that would be perfect." Jacq stood up, brushing orange fur off of his shirt. "I can contact you before my classes start for the day!"

"You'll need my contact info first, though." The other mused, strolling off for a moment to pluck a book off the shelves. He grabbed a bookmark from the countertop and scribbled something onto it, tucking it between the pages before he offered it to Jacq. "My number, and a book on the house."

"Oh, you don't need to-"

"Ah ah. I don't want to hear that, mister. Consider it a gift." ____ interrupted Jacq before he could protest, pushing the book into his hands. "I look forward to your message."

"Y-Yeah… I should, uh, probably go get things ready-" Jacq pointed to the door. Lycanroc distinctly pouted.

"Don't let me keep you." ____ winked, before returning to what he'd been doing before. Jacq jogged out the door, rounding the corner before he simply slumped against the wall with the book clutched to his chest.

Oh, Jacq was absolutely hopeless.

I love this man and his dumb glasses

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