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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 RIDE IT, FOLLOW MY LEAD ; a nakahara chuuya fic.❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . here, a chu fic.. in my defense, i blame my upcoming exams and busy schedule for posting so late.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; older brother's bestfriend!chuuya, fem!reader, nsfw, mutual pinning but confessions aren't direct, riding, cowgirl, virginity loss, mentions of consensual prostitution, spitting (not in mouth), angst and yeah that's all i can remember.

many things are kept away or hidden from children. drugs and intoxicated substances are usually tried to keep away from the reach of addicts and the lust for blood and itching for violence is desperately being avoided by a one time murderer with crooked morals.

yet the outcome remains the same most of the time with the forbidden being taken by the one it was supposedly kept away from is the one they acquire. it's a given in due course of time.

yet still chuuya watched for years as your brother tried to play the role of a protective brother and keep you away from most of his friends and social circle, the amount of his friends you met could be pathetically counted on one hand and even they haven't met you many times to actually put an identity and persona to your face except the title of being their 'friend's little sister.'

all but one.

"shit." your brother curses lowly, closing his eyes as he tried to find a way out of this sudden complication. he opened his eyes again and glared at you who showed up unannounced.

"i-i just wanted to surprise you -- i --"

and even now the ends of chuuya's lips quirk up when he saw you standing while gulping, cowering under your brother's glare.

"it's not about coming here unannounced or announced, it's about what would have happened if you didn't know your way? you would have been lost here and i wouldn't have a clue because i would be drunk out of my mind! you hear me?" your brother exclaimed loudly yet you don't fight like you usually do for each syllable he spoke, he raised the frequency of his voice to get his words across your brain.

"i am sorry --"

"i am not angry." your brother intrupted your apology but with the way imaginary annoyance dripped down his eyes as he continued to glower down at you told you anything but that.

"i can stay at a hotel or --"

"nonsense. i am not letting my sister stay at a cheap hotel when her brother has a good enough place for her to stay." your brother once again intrupted you, he glanced at the clock and furrowed his eyebrows.

"not good, there is an hour we have left to think of some solution." your brother muttered before he turned to look up at the second floor where the two rooms are -- one belonging to him and one to chuuya.

"well the solution is standing infront of you bastard." the boastful voice belongs to the red haired who spreaded his arms and looked at your brother with eyebrows cocked, faux offense painted all over the preety features which michelangelo would be in awe of and be inspired by.

your brother mimicked his best friend by raising his own eyebrows as he demanded the man before him to answer and make his point clear and maybe this is why he turned a blind eye to the way your eyes sparkles as you stare at the red haired man who you always favored over any other man.

"she can stay with me in my room till your party is finished, no?"

"you won't be attending?" your brother furrowed his eyebrows but didn't bother saying anything as he saw chuuya walk towards you and sling an arm over your shoulder.

"i rather not have iguana cling onto me. plus it's been so long since i last saw doll, let me catch up with her?" chuuya looked at you with the same gentleness which could be found in your brother's eyes when you aren't looking at him and your brother's eyes soften.

he is staring at the man who he could trust his life with, you with.

"iguana?" you repeat, a smile threatening to break onto your face at the joy of knowing chuuya and your brother still hold onto their silly habit of giving nicknames to people so they can shit on them later

"yeah doll, iguana is a verrrrry mean and bitchy girl." chuuya widened his eyes playfully to faux seriousness, comfortingly squeezing your forearm as he joked with you.

the tragedy started when the poverty ridden man found illegal means to acquire quick cash to fill his stomach.

and tragedy began when your brother, a man of looks and a bad personality which rich girls usually swoon over met his pandora's box and never closed it for what easy way to make money then to be the fantasy of girls who eat french cuisine for breakfast, italian for lunch and japanese for dinners? and who can make him experience success better then those boys who drives ferraris in the day and spend the nights in bmw's with a girl on their laps?

prostitution on his own will where he is the abuser and he is the abused. he is the hopeless in a situation fabricated by your parents but you don't need to know it. any of it. for he would prefer if you still saw him as the brother you always knew, he is enough to feel disgusted by himself and chuuya is enough to have sympathy for him.

that exchange took place fifty five minutes ago and so this was why you are now laying on chuuya's bed after taking a shower, arms and legs spread as you stared up at the ceiling, basking in the silence of the room and the giddiness of your heart of being in the room of the one who first made you swallow the innocent drink of a crush which stirred into a drug of love.

the door to the room opened to pull you out of your lovesick and teenage girl like thoughts, you leaned your head up to see chuuya enter, half body inside the room while the other remained outside in a very obvious way to tell you that he had been stopped by someone on his way to the room.

you sat up, leaned a bit forwards to hear the voice of the man who made goosebumps to litter your skin,

"yeah man, kinda don't feel good today or i would've joined the party for sure." chuuya chuckled and exchanged a few more short words with whoever he is talking to before he turned around to face you, closing the door and locking it as well.

you tilt your head as you hear the click indicating the door is locked and safe from outside intruptions and chuuya grins, the same boyish grin which promised nothing but thrill and excitement from all those years ago and it sturred the same feeling of being smitten with the man infront of you who now stood right infront of you, hands on his knees as he leaned to be on the same eye level as you.

"just making sure no drunk bastard barges here doll. can't i be protective of the precious doll in my room?" chuuya is a big tease. a very big and mean tease for if not then why would he play with the fire that is your heart by caressing your cheek with his knuckles.

you immediately look away to distance yourself from the addicting touch of the attractive and fanciable man, eyes falling on the skateboard leaning against the wall instead.

"you still skate?" you ask as you try to change the topic but chuuya had never been one to be easily stirred away from his goals, his knuckles still felt the smoothness and roughness of your skin. his eyes were still trained on your face as he stared, earnestly.

"gotta have something up my sleeve to impress you, no? my doll is getting prettier every time i see her, i gotta work to maintain my position as your favorite, yeah? am i still your favorite?" he teases you and it's at moments like this which makes you be aware of the tease which he is, his words which drips with playful flirtation. oh shit, you feel your heart beating quicker.

chuuya nakahara is the type of guy daughters are kept away from. older, a tease, someone who isn't afraid to talk using their fists when words fail to make a point clear and a foul mouth to combine with his devilish features.

the devil may wear prada but chuuya nakahara wears a leather jacket and choker.

yet he is also the same boy who you met all those years ago when he first moved to your area, the guy you introduced your brother to and watched them clicking instantly to even watching them leaving together for university.

"you were and will always be my favorite." you mumble and nearly feel the charms of the man named chuuya choking you when he tilts his head as he heard you before he grinned, reassurance and confidence flowing through his veins and mixing with his blood.

"you are my favorite girl too, doll. my only girl." chuuya whispered in a tone which can be imagined to be close to a murmur and a whisper, as his words were meant only for you to hear.

he relished in seeing you squirm under his intense gaze as you looked away and chuuya furrowed his eyebrows in amusement as he saw your lingering stares at his skateboard increase, he asked,

"wanna try it?" gently oh gently did the wind blow through the garden you sat alone in or is it chuuya's loving voice that is stirring emotions in the garden of feelings of your heart?

you shake your head softly but he pouts, he saw the intrest glinting in your eyes.

so he does what he does best. making girls fall for him and his charms but there is only one he will catch from falling into the abyss of heartbreak.

"come on, i am gonna be there to catch you. trust me doll." why is he suddenly being so adamant, he doesn't know. but he does know that he should be viewing you as the little sister of his bestfriend and not as an insanely preety woman in his room.

the woman infront of him right now was previously the girl he used to carry on his back whenever he and your older brother used to go out and took you with them.

chuuya's eyes trail down your neck to your collarbones to those two sinful mounds on your chest which makes it very evident that you aren't the pubescent girl anymore but an actual grown woman.

and what better way to greet himself with this better reminder that the woman infront of him is the sister of his best friend than to indulge in innocent activities with her like he used to?

but your stubbornness to remain seated and not cause any noise which could possibly ruin whatever party your brother is having downstairs is being a big hindrance in this self realization trip chuuya wants to take his heart on.

for would he really break his bestfriend's trust like this even after knowing he is the only person your brother could blindly trust you with?

no, he can't.

chuuya playfully rolls his eyes to make it seem as if his inner self isn't torn between choosing what's right for his heart or what's right for his conscience, he extended his arm as if reaching for a decision but what good is it when both include you?

chuuya's hand wraps around your wrist as he pulled you to stand up and when you widen your eyes in surprise at his action, he wonders if you are walking on the same thin rope of desire and conscience.

"i will catch you from falling." chuuya muttered but the way his voice is low, his usual teasing and playful tone absent, can one really be ignorant to think he is still talking about the skateboard?

"always?" you whisper out and isn't it great that you two have a skateboard to use as a decoy for speaking about matters much deeper then the wood the said skateboard was craved from?

"i'll be damned if i don't." chuuya whispered and smiled before his smile faltered a bit and he chuckled nervously, this chain reaction of emotions within him made you feel as if you are the only one who wants to push the boundaries to the point of no return while he is comfortable with where you two stand right now.

you nod, not as excited as chuuya hoped to see but he doesn't let this bring his mood down, instead, he releases his grip on your forearm to hold your hand instead, leading you towards his skateboard which was proped against the wall.

chuuya leaned down to pick it up and as he did so, his hand brushed against your knee which made you gulp the shaky breath which were to leave your mouth to let chuuya know the effect of his touch on your body, trapping the breath inside your chest forever.

"i never tried skateboarding." you feel it's appropriate to let him know in advance of what an immature and inexperienced student he will be dealing with but chuuya stood straight after placing the skateboard on the ground, one leg on the skateboard while the other was on the floor, he waves his hand.

"this is why i want to be the one to teach you doll. trust me, yeah? i'll catch you before you fall."

and what could you do except nod, trusting the man as you grabbed his hand which he offered, you looked down at the skateboard and with a uncomfortable feeling gnawing at your heart, you slowly raised to place one of your feets on it, going for the centre of the board till chuuya stopped you,

"not here, near the ends. if you stand on the centre then you will loose your balance." he guided you as your heart felt a violent flutter when you noticed his leg which was still planted on top of on the skateboard to offer you stability on this otherwise unstable object of joy and amusement.

you nod and tightened your grip on his palm as you placed your leg on the end of the skateboard while his remained on the other end and he stood behind you, the free hand of his itching to close the distance between his palm and the curve of your waist.

"good, now try to lift your second leg up as well, put the weight on this one." he pats your thigh of the leg planted on the skateboard and you gulp, out of fear or out of desire?

chuuya didn't notice you biting your bottom lip for he was looking down at your shaky leg with his eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he muttered next to your ear,

"come on, try it." the gravel and low tone one of the man had you nearly closing your eyes but you resisted, the grip on his hand tightened even more as you lifted your leg from the ground for the slightest second before yelping, grabbing onto chuuya's arm with both hands as you felt your body shake due to the rawest taste of feeling the control you have over your body leave you as gravity plays a little trick on you to take advantage of the instability of your body.

but chuuya has always been the one to have an effect more stronger then gravity on you, it's like gravity bends to his will.

so it isn't a shock when chuuya's arm is wrapped around your waist as he pulls your body towards his, chuckling breathlessly as if he just recovered from being taken aback,

"easy there doll, i got you." he whispers, you nod.

he makes you regain your balance and you allow him to lead, his hand on your hip while you remained clasping one of his hands with your own to have support.

the hand on your hip tightened its hold and you wonder if it's how it would feel to have him grip you while your naked bodies laid sprawled with each other's?

"slowly . . . slowly, yeah, that's it . . . right there, such a good girl." chuuya guided you but your brain is salacious or why would your thoughts revolving your older brother's bestfriend be filled with concupiscence?

but alas, had the heart not been strong to a fault, would the humankind have gone through the many tragedies and achievements it did?

and chuuya's heart always had a hold on his brain so when he spoke the next sentence, it is utmost important to know his intentions behind it, he does when he does in a spur of emotions, of his desires which tickled him whenever he looked down to see his hand grabbing your hip and he almost had a urge to lift the cloth of your loose t-shirt up to see the skin his hands are on top of.

"did you kiss anyone while i was away?" he rapsed out and gulped thickly when he realised his words but what is giving him confidence to keep going on is the way he heard your breath hitch despite the blaring music from downstairs. and so he did.

"pardon?" you breath out and blinked.

"i will pardon you, no doubt in that." chuuya smirked, once he saw you purse your lips with no signs of discomfort or anything related to it on your face, "eyes on the skateboard doll." he tsked.

"right, right." you breath out as if being shaken awake from whatever daze you went in after listening to his words. now that chuuya's feet wasn't on the skateboard any longer, you felt even more nervous and scared.

"so did you? you know it's not nice to not answer someone." he mumbled, using his leg to guide your other leg on top of the skateboard.

his knee is pressed against the back of your's as he moves your leg sideways to find the perfect position for you to stand in without wobbling constantly, all while the other hand gripped and gripped your hip more tightly and the thought that it would be sure to leave a mark, his mark, is making his breathing pattern to be disturbed, hastening it's pace.

"no." you shakily breath out before repeating yourself in a more presentable and audible tone, "no i didn't, did you?"

you screwed your eyes shut, the instinct to show the same curiosity he did took the best of you and once the words were spoken, you were left all alone with your embarrassment in your body.

chuuya scooted a bit closer to you as if he wasn't already way too close then needed but who were you to point it out when you liked the body heat he radiated and the smell of his cologne faintly hitting your nose, but this step closer to you made his crotch to brush against the plush of your ass and you did everything to not grind against him or try to feel his crotch again.

"i didn't as well." he whispers, head dipped to such an angle that when he spoke, his breath hitted your jaw and is this how consuming cocaine for the first time feels like as well?

no wonder they are taboo and kept away from the curious minds.

"why? you are such a preety guy, don't you have girls begging to fall on your lap?" your curiosity couldn't be stopped now once it flowed out of the chambers of your brain. now, this curiosity flowed out and wrapped around chuuya's heart to make it feel giddy to know you care enough to be this invested in his personal affairs.

"ah," you exclaim as he makes you stand on the skateboard, your imbalance leading you to grabbing his shirt but as he stood behind you and you grabbed the nearest support you could find, you did not realize your grip was painfully near the waistband of his sweatpants because what need is there for you to look back when you were able to feel the faint outlines of his abs through the fabric of his cloth?

he helped you to stand on the skateboard and when he moved back to make you stand without his support, your knees wobbled and you widened your eyes as you were to fall backwards if it wasn't for chuuya to wrap his arms around your hips.

"got the girl i wanted to have on my lap finally." chuuya mused before helping you stand again, his hands on your hips as he stares down at your legs before he leaned down a bit to place his hand on top of your knee and your eyes widened for why would they not when your drug is flowing though your veins and into your kidney?

chuuya guided you to the position he deemed right before he stood up straight and as he did, so did the impure blood which was now once again filtered yet why did the drug still flow with it? why did it not get filtered?

you exhale a shaky breath as chuuya takes a step back after and you wobble on your feet but remain standing in place.

lines are being blurred. drugs are being inhaled and their intake is high. sin is in the air and chuuya is behind you. you are on a thin line and you loose or win is up to you. whether you fall or not is something only time will tell.

sin didn't just randomly appear, no, but it was excreted out by chuuya's brain and now the same sin of concupiscence was being felt by you too but the only difference is that chuuya has the confidence to act upon it and you don't.

"what? cat got your tongue all of a sudden?" chuuya mocked and oh, the words of mockery went straight to your cunt. "you used to talk a lot when we were kids, it was honestly so cute."

chuuya saw from his peripheral vision how his words resulted in you to bite your bottom lip to not release a breath which would come out a bit too shaky, he sucked in his inner cheek for he wanted you to react to his words and you weren't so he guesses he would need to push you a bit more.

chuuya lightly pushed the skateboard with his heel and you squealed. chuuya immediately wrapped his hands around you again but this time his hands were on your upper abdomen, just a bit from grabbing your boobs.

"easy there, doll." chuuya released a breathy laugh and you suck in air and your annoyance for how is it fair for you to be this hot and bothered by his teasing while he looks like he is having the time of his life?

"perhaps you aren't doing a good job at teaching me chu." you mumble only for the purpose to earn a reaction from him which you do but not in the way you wanted but you aren't one to complain for his cocky attitude as chuuya cocked his eyebrows in amusement at your words, is something no one could deny from finding attractive.

"i think so too, maybe i am being a bit too soft with you?" chuuya played along with your pathetic attempt as he finds areas of concern within himself, he helped you stand again and the sight of your figure shaking as you tried to stand steadily on the object is cute in his eyes.

"please hold me." your request is not innocent at all, or well, that's what chuuya thinks when your tone used is breathy and low but nevertheless, the cocaine in your blood does it work to strip away your troubles, chuuya's hands once again find their favorite spot ; your hips as he stands in a proximity so close that your heart busted with joy when you felt the outline of his chest on your back.

"what a greedy girl, aren't you a bit too demanding?" chuuya smirked and you could feel it in that cocky tone of his.

"you made me like this by giving into my every need." you whisper out as his voice is doing wonders on you, stimulating and making you shy but where rationality surrenders, arousal takes over.

this is why you placed your hand on top of his under the disguise of being 'scared' as you tilted your head back to rest it on his shoulder and looked up at him, whispering, "what should i do now?"

with a gulp, chuuya's faltered smirk returned as he rubbed his nose against your cheek, "the hardest thing when riding a skateboard -- for me -- was to stop. so let's teach you that first? hm?"

closing your eyes for the way he hums has you going crazy, you aren't sure if you want him to see your eyes exposing your true feelings for him but chuuya did, anyways, he knew it the second he had slinged his arm over your shoulder and watched you become the schoolgirl you once were as you shyly stood beside him.

chuuya is smart. and for a certain pair of siblings, he had always been the most observant and always on his heels if they needed help.

like a dance, chuuya pushed the skateboard gently with his heel while his hands remained on your hips and your's on top of his, now chuuya and you both knew this wasn't actually how one was supposed to ride a skateboard but it served as a good disguise to keep on feeling each other up.

"i don't want to do this anymore." you sigh, craning your neck to look at him with a pout on your lips, you temptress, you were just begging for chuuys to let go of his rationality and lean down to kiss you, weren't you?

"come on, don't give me that. you were looking at the skateboard so much and you used to always accompany us when we went skateboarding back then as well." chuuya tells as he takes a strand of your hair and twirls it on his index finger but bites off a smile when you shake your head.

"i don't really care much about skateboarding. i just liked looking at you riding it." you had confessed your childhood long secret of accompanying them with the purpose of letting your eyes drink in the sight of the then teenager who laughed cockily at your brother who gaped at him and another one of his tricks he performed on the skateboard, chuuya would laugh only louder when his eyes would trail towards you to see you looking at him the same way your brother would but the only difference would be that your stare would stir a feeling in him which would end with blush on his ear shells and cheeks.

now chuuya knew of your 'admiration' and 'fondness' for him. hell, he even knew of your feelings for him but what he did not know was how deeply and far back were they rooted into your heart. so he blinked.

you sighed as you saw his baffled expression and raised your head to stop resting it on his shoulder and if chuuya wasn't busy in repeating your words over and over again, he would've whined.

he froze, sure, but your thinking of the reason being awkwardness and utter surprise at your confession is not correct even in the slightest, he is frozen due to how the scene is playing out. chuuya knew of your feelings towards him as stated before and he had, ever since your brother broke the news of you coming to live with them to him, been imagining different ways of how the confession from both sides would go.

what he never thought was it happening during a moment of utter lust and attempts of breaking confinements, which, in this case happens to be their own conscience.

you run a hand through your hair, "well the cat is out of the bag." you shrug, disappointment is way too close to find a home inside your body. you smile helplessly as you look down at how you are standing steadily on top of the skateboard before muttering so only chuuya could hear though maybe it would've been better if he didn't, "i am helplessly in love with you, always were. i don't have intrest in skateboarding -- i just liked seeing you on it. i got offered to stay at the dorms near the university but i declined because i wanted to stay under the same roof as you . . . " you trail off, getting off the skateboard before turning around to face him.

your action is useless if you aren't actually going to look into his eyes and continue to stand with your head dropped low.

"i was excited. till i came here. chu . . ." you look up at him, eyes which he once dreamt of staring into his in classes he found boring, now stared at him but his dream didn't come true for your eyes didn't hold the spark he wanted to see in them, " . . what are you and my brother hiding? why are you so hesitant?"

you looked at the skateboard which served as a small beacon of the line you wanted to cross but couldn't.

you took a step forwards and tried to take a step past chuuya who snapped put of his frozen state, immediately clasping his hand around your wrist to stop you and pulled you back infront of him. he placed his arm on your shoulder as he leaned near you, smiling in defeat.

"the girl i desired is the sister of the man i consider my bestfriend, who stayed with me in my thick and thin moments. must i choose between love and loyalty? i am torn doll, oh so torn." he confessed too. not in the way he or you (in your dreams) could ever imagine.

so please, you begged yourself to not focus on how close his face is to your's and how if you tipped your head forwards, you could place your lips against his.

"you can't choose?" you asked as you stared up at eyes so filled with life that you could mock the oceans for not even their beauty could be compared to the pigment of the man's eyes in your opinion. "i kinda get it though. i knew this would never work. this is why i never wanted to confess but you made me." your smile gave it away that you are still stuck on the same rope.

"i made you confess?" chuuya grinned and clasped his hands behind your head, he leaned forwards even more to ruse his brain into being satisfied with him brushing his nose against your's though what his brain itched for was to have his hands on your ass or on your back or on any part of your body as long as he could feel your skin on his.

"mhm, you did." you continue to play with your teasing accusation as chuuya took a step back and as his arms were around you, you were forced to take a step forwards too to maintain the close proximity between you two.

there is a voice hammering in the back of chuuya's head which is telling him to stop before he does something which will give arousal a upper hand on him but when he looked at the smile playing on your lips, chuuya felt the urge to break free from his confinement.

"wow, this is what i get for trying to teach you how to stand on a skateboard? what a ungrateful girl." chuuya teased, his own grin making you gulp and he watched how you swallowed your saliva and how the lump flowed down your throat before his eyes rested on your breasts covered by the fabric of your shirt and how his hands shook as he tried to ignore the urge to pry your shirt off of you. he continued to walk back and make you walk alongside him.

"i didn't ask you to teach me, you did it yourself chu." you point out, licking your lips as you tried not to focus on his hands on you by staring at his face which he tilted to the side to let his eyes to trail even lower and oh, he smirked arrogantly and raised his eyes in amusement.

the confinements couldn't hold the man named chuuya nakahara who felt something snap in him when he stared at your legs clenching together and your hand twirling the end of your shirt as if the fabric is annoying you as much as he is.

"yet you followed my instructions like a good girl." chuuya raised his eyebrow in amusement and the excitement almost made his heart bust when he felt the under of his knee hitting the bed and chuuya fell on it and of course, you found yourself falling on top of him with your arms on either side of him to support yourself.

"i like being praised. especially if the praises are from you." what shame remains when everything else is being kept in the open? you do not fear the outcome for once chuuya had reciprocated with confessions of his own, your mind circulated and worshipped only one thought ; to lay it all bare infront of him and let time and luck decides what happens next.

the words you uttered sounded like mirth to chuuya but your body being pressed on his, thighs brushing against his inner thigh and the lower part of your stomach being right on top of his crotch told chuuya this situation is very much serious and not a product of his desires forging into a very real life daydream. chuuya raised his eyebrows and decided to take one step forwards which would decide the course of the night.

"now follow my new instructions doll." chuuya's hands landed on the ends of your shirt as he hooked his fingers on the fabric, his heart beated but not as much in excitement as it did in anticipation.

chuuya licked his lips as he felt them drying while waiting and analyzing the expression you wore and he wondered for the hidden meaning behind you simply blinking but perhaps there wasn't any meaning behind them and you were just as eager as him to proceed with this situation, chuuya came to know so when you lifted your body a bit to help him take off your shirt with ease.

looking at the surprise flashing through his pupils for its rather rare for the tease to be caught off guard, you knew you would not miss this opportunity,

"what? am i not following your instructions correctly?" your grin faltered when chuuya pulled the shirt over your head before using it to tie your hands together behind your back, the action was carried with such precise and swift movements that you didn't realize it until he had done it.

"you look so adorable when you are at a loss of words." chuuya sighed fondly, grinning at your choice of wearing a lacy baby pink bra and suddenly you felt hot.

if you were feeling hot before then you are burning right now under the scorching stare of chuuya whose eyes frantically looked over each inch of your skin and those covered mounds you were unexpectedly testing his patience with.

chuuya extended his hand towards one of your boobs and he rubbed his thumb over your nipple to watch it perk up under his finger.

maybe it's the thrill of finally living the scenario you imagine on many nights when your fingers are knuckle deep in your core and you are a moaning mess for the guy who you weren't supposed to crush on because he is your brother's best friend but you did, or maybe it's the foreign simulation of a real touch of another other then yourself on your inexperienced body but whatever it may be, the pool of your own slick on your underwear wasn't something you could ignore and especially not when chuuya moved his knee so that it could be right below your wet and clothed core.

"chuuy --"

"tell me to stop and i will but if you don't, i'll make sure no other man could satisfy you like i do." he muttered in absolute seriousness as if he meant every single touch and caress on the curves of your waist and you shook your head and for emphasis, you humped against his knee to let him feel the wetness he caused.

"don't stop, please chuuya. choose me for once -- for my body, doesn't matter. i know you won't betray my brother by dating me, i never expected you to, but please. just be mine tonigh --"

your words didn't get the freedom to be spilt out into the atmosphere as chuuya shuts you by tugging at the restraint on your hand to pull you down and kissing you, his hand came to find its place on the curve of your jaw which he carassed as if to soothe your nerves or to control himself from pouncing at you at the moment.

"shut the fuck up." he gritted as soon as the short kiss shared between you two were over but looking at your glossed lips and flushed face as you tried to grasp your breath stolen by him and his kiss and chuuya pulled your face down using the hold he had on your jaw.

your eyes immediately screwed shut at the feeling of his soft lips moving on your's before he tilted your head to acquire an angle which would make it easy for him to push his tongue into your mouth, at that your heart began beating fast again while your cells celebrated that its finally happening.

maybe this is why you began taking ragged breaths which lead chuuya to increase the passion he excreted in this make out session. his free hand went down and towards your shorts after which he teasingly pulled them down only to abandon them and watch it smack your skin, the hiss that left your lips gave chuuya the opportunity to push his tongue deeper into your mouth.

you wanted to caress his cheek, touch his abs and run your hand through his hair but due to the restraints on your hands, all you could do was whine in the kiss, chuuya pushed his knee up a bit to hit it against your wet core and you immediately lost any energy you had. this one touch from him had you going limp as your body leaned on his.

chuuya pulled back from the kiss to look at your eyes still closed with his own eyes glazed with arousal which broke through every confinement and restraints.

chuuya's both hands landed on either of your hips and he lifted you up before turning you both around so you would be the one lying on his bed and suddenly the way his smell infiltrated your nose had you gulping thickly. in excitement, in anticipation.

chuuya planted one hand beside your head as with the other, he pulled down his sweatpants before cursing under his breath. sweat dribbled down his temple and all the way from his cheek to his neck to his collarbone before disappearing beneath his shirt.

and when you raised your eyes again, you saw the man already staring at you as he smiled in what seemed like embarrassment.

but can a man like him even have something to be embarrassed about? oh, don't you know, chuuya? you make others embarrassed with just how ethereal and angel like you look.

he isn't the angel though.

the way his lips parted to let his tongue out to moisten his bottom lip made it clear so or else why would you release a shaky breath suppressing desire?

"give me a minute doll?" he muttered so lazily but just as energetically did his hands pinch your nipples again.

you nodded and chuuya raised to his feet to lean towards the nightstand as he opened the drawer and began to shuffle through the many objects placed in it.

"fuck, where . . . is it . . .?" you heard chuuya mutter under his breath and you raised your feet to trace it along his waist to tease him and rile him up.

"you keep condoms so casually chu?" your voice was purposely toned to sound pouty as chuuya spared you a glance over his shoulder and he grinned before looking back at the task in hand and a sigh of relief left him when he found the packet he was looking for.

"i do not fuck around like it's second nature for me doll. when you have a house which is the usual spot for any parties, you better keep condoms." vaguely he answered but the way he winked gave you the reassurance that you won't be tossed aside after being used even if that was what you originally were ready to accept if it meant he would give in to his and your urges.

"virgin?"is the only word you mutter as you watch the process of chuuya slowly pulling down and removing his sweatpants and boxers away from his body before he ripped the condom package off and he looks at you while not stopping with his actions.

chuuya tilted his head to the side with a smirk, "why don't you tell me that."

and as chuuya approached you again, he raised the ends of his shirt over his head before tossing it to the side and leaning over you again, "tell me if i am a virgin or not doll," he cooed, alright, but his words and their loving tone was a very big contrast to the way his hands greedily raised one of your legs up to pull your shorts and underwear down in one go.

you sinked into the mattress even more as chuuya parted your legs apart, hissing at the sight of your wet core which glistened as the dim lights of his room fell on them.

chuuya raised his hand to trace over your folds and relished at how his finger got coated with your wetness, chuuya looked up as your thigh had twitched at this action of his.

"first time?" he asked and when you nodded a bit awkwardly, chuuya had this sudden urge to go on his knees and kiss his way up your inner thigh towards your cunt before ravishing it -- but he would get another day to do it. right now, if his angry dick doesn't enter you, he will go insane.

so he rather leans down to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose before making his way down and at the same time he taps on your stomach to let you know to lift yourself for him which you do, arching your back so chuuya could put his hand on your back before his hand trailed upwards to unclasp your bra.

chuuya leaned back and pulled you along by pulling on your tied hands, he sat on the bed and pulled you on his lap a bit harshly before immediately sucking on your nipple while his one hand remained to hold your hands over your head and the other carassed your hip.

the latter hand then began to travel downwards and you would've loved to focus on his touch if it wasn't for the way he nibbled on your nipple lightly before beginning to suck on it. his hand began to rub your clit teasingly with nothing but the tip of his fingernail -- all while he ignored his hard dick throbbing for attention.

"fuck, what a good girl." chuuya hissed under his breath as if the man could not physically stop himself from admiring you and if one thinks so, then let's also know the fact that mentally, chuuya couldn't even look away for even a fraction of a second.

to control himself is like controlling a starving beast with a fawn left unsupervised and unattended infront of him and the only thing restricting the beast was the pathetic chain on it's collar.

you whine, raise your eyes to look into chuuya's before you lean near him to capture his lips in a kiss which soon is being led by him.

the chain snaps and the beast pounced on the fawn.

chuuya falls down on the bed as his hands reach to grope your ass, your hands are still behind your back as you try to match his pace in the messy kiss and it is when you separated to take a breath that chuuya mumbled,

"ride me, doll? go at your pace, i just want your first time to feel good since it's with me --" the smirk and the tone made it clear how cocky and proud he is of himself. " -- come on, don't you want to feel good and make me feel good too? what are you hesitating for dear? i'll be here to guide you." he coos. the way how confidence sprouts from each pore of his body is something only he could pull off for he has the skills to back up every claim yet with a man like him, one would clearly not imagine him to be gentle.

he isn't but that's something you came to know only after you had gulped nervously before sinking down on his dick slowly as he advised you to take him inch by inch. the foreign intrusion burned and with each inch of him sinking into you, you could feel your walls stretching and it felt as if they were almost being ripped apart.

chuuya isn't a man of gentleness in bed usually but seeing you bite your lip as you screwed your eyes shut thinking it would help you tolerate the pain, chuuya wanted to be nothing but be tender with you who is acting so docile. but chuuya can't help but snicker, he can't help but be mean and with the way your walls are suffocating his cock, he is sure you like this behavior a bit too much as well.

his hands are on your hips to be the only source of stability for your hands are behind your back, tied and even if chuuya knew you needed time to get used to the foreign feeling of his dick inside you, he couldn't stop from pulling his hand away from your hip and smacking it lightly to watch you yelp in surprise.

"don't be mean chu." you stutter, eyes opening to glare lightly at him without holding any negative emotions, you could feel the pain fading away.

"just because you are sitting on my dick and on top of me doesn't mean you are in charge." chuuya smirked and when your glare didn't falter and you continued doing so, chuuya snickered before humming lazily.

"fine, if you think you are such a big girl, go on and fuck yourself on my cock." he emphasized his words by thrusting upwards into you and the new, first time feeling along with the way it was done so suddenly had you moaning in pleasure, body leaning to fall forwards on chuuya's chest.

chuuya peeked down at you to make sure his thrust didn't hurt you but when he saw you staring at him with half lidded eyes, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly, bringing his hand to pinch your cheek.

"not glaring anymore, are we? was this it? you needed to be fucked to be put in your place?" chuuya patted your cheek and smirked, "ride me."

it wasn't a suggestion or a loving and thoughtful gesture of him like it was before but a demand which left no room for argument, not that you would be trying to do so as you wanted to feel more of him, the warm dick between your walls and the way his thrust made you almost close your eyes felt nice, felt addicting and you grew greedy to want more.

chuuya grabs your hips again to pull you back in a sitting position on his dick and waited before you finally began to move up and down his dick. sure, the rhythm was off beat and the movements you made were slow and not precise but it didn't matter for the euphoria settling in him is something he felt before only once maybe -- the first time he had shifted to the area you lived in and befriended you, at that time he felt satisfied with himself to know he isn't going to be a sore thumb or an outcast, that he has a cute girl and her brother his age to keep him company and help him get familiar with the area. but the satisfaction now is not of the same category except the fact that both these feelings were stimulated when you were near him.

right now, the way your walls are squeezing his dick and suffocating it makes up for your sloppy movements, the epiphany of being this intimate with the girl who he once only touched in his dreams is making this way more satisfying then any of the other nights he had with anyone else.

you moaning his name is what snapped him out of his daze, he looked down at you to smile to see that you found the pace which you are the most comfortable in and it's way better then what you were doing in the beginning.

a moan left your lips and got tangled with the groan that chuuya released as he continued to look up at you, cheeks blushing, eyes wide and taking in every inch of your tits jiggling and the way he had to tighten his grip on your hips to stabilize you on him.

as you went up and down on him, your slick coated his length more and more made it easier to move but the burn on your thighs after some time couldn't be ignored, you weren't used to this and chuuya decided to take matters into his hands when he felt your pace slowing down.

"can't even trust you to fuck yourself. guess i have to teach you how to ride a dick huh, oh what a cutie." chuuya cooed as he found himself filled to the brim with adoration but when he felt it overflowing, the adoration transformed into lust.

you closed your eyes as chuuya grabbed you by your curves, lifting you up a bit as he adjusted himself beneath you to be in a position where he could look at you without having to lift his head much (he had placed two pillows beneath his head to do so) and began to thrust upwards into you after immediately making you take all of him.

you moaned out loud as you digged your nails into your palms as chuuya's pace seemed to increase with each passing second and you felt as if there is not even as much as a second for you to breath.

your lower abdomen is where the pleasure started before it surged through your entire body, chuuya's hands on your waist were sure to leave bruises but it didn't matter at the moment when he kept on trying to grope the flesh his greedy fingers could find.

chuuya had you sitting on him with his knees behind to support you from falling, the wetness only seemed to make the sound of his balls slapping against your asscheeks reverberate in the room. chuua grabbed your thigh before parting your leg a bit so he could hit more precisely.

you looked at chuuya to see him glaring down at your jiggling tits with narrowed eyes as he tried to find something -- you don't know what but he looked focused on whatever he is trying to do. you looked over your shoulder at your tied up hands and when you looked back at chuuya again, he flicked your clit which made you moan loudly.

chuuya placed his hand on your back, just barely above your ass as he pushed you forward so you could be laying on him.

chuuya looked down to see your tits squeezed against his chest and he gathered a glob of saliva before spitting it on your chest, a breathless moan left his mouth when he saw his saliva trail down the valley of your breasts. he pressed his hands on your asscheeks to push you against him and raised one of his hands to grab the back of your thigh to push your leg apart and as he thrusted after doing so, you felt his tip graze the spongy wall that had you crying out in pleasure.

the thrust which follows the first one had more impact as it made sure to hit against your spot, making you curl your toes and arch your back. your tits pressed against his chest more in the process of doing so and so did your walls which clenched his dick, chuuya moaned closing his eyes and thrusting again.

you are the one having your first time with him yet why does he feel as if it's the opposite? he never felt like so.

chuuya slowly opened his eyes and what greeted his sight is a picture he will keep alive in his head till the next time he gets to have his hands on you -- your eyes closed as you laid on his chest, lips parted and he could see you drooling a bit and oh, chuuya felt his breath getting stuck in his throat.

he raised his hand to caress your cheek before pinching it and pulling you towards him using it, kissing the tip of your nose. this gesture made you clench around him and chuuya's eyes rolled to the back of his head.

he was pounding into you roughly, mercilessly and being animalistic, he used your shirt tied on your wrists to control you, pushing and pulling you to find all the different angles that'll have you milking his cock.

as he pulled you back to sit on him with the help of your shirt, you leaned a bit so your clit could be pressing against his pubis, your head tilted back and oh, chuuya widened his eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he only increased his pace to feel his cock struggle with the way your walls are clenching so hard around it, your body shakes and even with chuuya's hands around your waist, he can't help but grin at your unstable state.

"chuuya, chuuya, let me touch you -- ah, chuuya!" you cry out his name desperately as his abuse to your cunt continued before you finally released a high pitched moan while experiencing your very first orgasm due to something which aren't your fingers but your fingers don't feel so good and if it weren't chuuya, you are sure this orgasm wouldn't feel so good as well.

you breath heavily before feeling your breath hitching, eyes opening wide when chuuya who had slowed down his pace while you were coming off your high, increases it suddenly again, his balls tightening and so was his grip on your waist, he is close too, your cum is definitely being a additional yet very much appreciated lube.

so this is maybe why he didn't pick up his ringing phone from the nightstand as he pounded into you, moaning and running a hand through your hair as he whispered praises to you.

"y-your pho --" you weren't able to complete your sentence when chuuya pushed you back to sit on him using the restraint on your wrist, his other hand raised to harshly squeeze your tit between his fingers.

"who cares? whoever is calling can wait, fuck, doll." chuuya hissed as ropes of white shooted out of his cock and creamed your walls, his thrusts turned sloppy but didn't stop.

and when they did, chuuya raised himself on his elbows to check who called him but he stopped midway, his hand hovered just above his phone when you grinded against him shakily, panting and body trembling.

"chuuya." your half lidded eyes stared at him and this was all chuuya needed before he is abandoning his phone to flip you on the bed, getting on top of you.

"spread your legs wide doll, let me see my pussy."

━━━━━━━ 💋 part two.

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sempersirens · 9 months

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yes, chef

masterlist

based on this request from the lovely @cool-iguana

summary: joel miller is the head chef of a prestigious michelin star restaurant in the city. after working for him for over a year, you're determined to not let his ill-temper and cutting words dampen your spirit and love for your career. you won't give in at chipping away at his tough exterior, living for the hope of finding something sweeter below the surface

pairing: no-outbreak, chef!joel x f!reader

content/warnings: angst, joel is a cocky piece of shit, hurt/comfort if you squint

a/n: so i've been binging the bear. what of it. if you have culinary experience i am so sorry, i don't know what the fuck i'm talking about. i literally just watch masterchef.

"I need that grilled octopus plated. Now. This ain't a fuckin' old folk’s home."

"Yes, chef!"

Joel Miller was mean. That was the first thing you had learnt upon stepping into his kitchen over a year ago.

You'd know what you were getting yourself into before you'd even arrived at the restaurant for your first day. Joel's reputation preceded him; he was notorious for running a tight and intimate regime, so successfully that he'd earned a Michelin star to his name. The restaurant itself was a small but sweet seafood and farm-to-table bistro in the middle of the city.

It had taken some settling in, to put it lightly. You had your fair share of culinary experience having worked your way around Europe as a poissonier after graduating culinary school. Still, the other chefs at Joel's restaurant had been working in kitchens since you were in diapers, as they frequently enjoyed reminding you.

Despite the high expectations and fast pace of the kitchen, you soon found your feet.

"On the pass for saucier, chef."

Luke, the restaurant's saute chef, rushed to your side, saucepan in hand. He delicately poured an olive oil, shallot, and herb dressing onto the tentacle, stepping back to indicate the dish was ready to be taken out onto the floor.

"Good job, sweetheart." Luke winked at you, placing a light tap on your ass.

As much as you loved your profession, degradingly misogynist gestures were extremely common. You'd made the mistake of calling out a sous chef earlier on in your career, soon realising how ingrained this kind of mindset was in the older generations you found in a kitchen.

So, you gritted your teeth and got on with it.

"This is a kitchen, not a brothel. Feel each other up on your own damn time." Joel called across the room, making you thankful for the heat of the kitchen masking the blush across your cheeks.

"Yes, chef. Sorry, chef." Luke responded, tail between his legs.

You continued preparing your seafood dishes, feeling Joel's presence lurking behind you.

"Waitin' for that sea bass to come back t'life?"

"No, chef."

"Then fuckin' grill it."

"Yes, chef."

"Too busy thinkin' 'bout your fuckin' boyfriend over there if you ask me."

You were a good chef; not even a decent chef, but a really fucking good one. You put your everything into your dishes, and Joel knew that, meaning his degrading comments stung even more sharply.

Sometimes it felt as though he specifically targeted you. You had wondered if it was down to your age, or maybe simply because you were a woman. You never did anything that warranted such scathing words, yet you were the main recipient of them.

You did what you do best, and just got on with it. You carried on the rest of the night enduring his small but cutting digs in your direction, as well as a slap on the ass from Luke after plating up each dish.

Maybe it was the heat of the kitchen, or your patience wearing thin, but when you'd braved a particularly vicious snide comment from Joel back-to-back with a far too over-familiar hand on the waist from a passing Luke, you snapped.

"Fuck!" You shouted, slamming your fists down, realising just too late that your left hand was in perfect line with the grill.

Your reflexes kicked in instantly, pulling your hand to your chest with a pathetically weak hiss. Thanks to your prior outburst, everybody's gaze was already fixated on your station. Your eyes caught Joel's, fury burning on his face.

"Out. Now." He ordered.

Now it was your turn to tuck your tail between your legs, still clutching your hand as you barged out of the back door.

Don't cry, don't cry, don't you fucking dare cry.

Blatantly, your body wasn't listening to you. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes before rapidly falling down your face. You had tried to stand up for yourself, to make a stand, and you'd failed miserably.

You were so in your own head that you hadn't heard the kitchen door open, the sound of a small cough causing you to not so discreetly wipe your eyes with the back of your hand.

"You're not fuckin' blubbing, are you?" Joel scoffed.

"What's your fucking problem?" You spat, surprising yourself with your tone. Fuck it, you thought. Probably fired anyway, may as well go for the jugular.

"Why are you so mean to me, and only me? I work my ass off in that kitchen, day in, day out. Harder than anyone else, including you. You don't give any of the others half the shit I get. Is it because you're some soon-to-be dried up lonely chef with just your ten-year-old Time Magazine front cover to keep you company at night that you've got such a stick up your ass? Or are you just a sexist pig?"

He whistled and raised his eyebrows, pulling a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his back pocket, taking one for himself before offering you one. You accepted, leaning forward for him to light the end for you. As he flicked the lighter, you flitted your eyes up to meet his, which were already trained directly on you.

The second thing you had learned about Joel Miller, not so shortly after the first, was that he was beautiful. Whenever you caught his all-consuming, hazelnut eyes lingering on you, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies swarm in your stomach. It had been hell swallowing your attraction for him for well over a year; you knew the reason his curt words and stoic attitude hurt you so much was because you were desperate to impress him. Not because of his status or accolades, but simply because of the kind of man he was. He was rough around the edges and cruel just for the sake of it, but every now and then you would catch a tenderness to him. Namely, when his daughters came to visit the restaurant and he would scoop them up in his big arms, transforming into a loving teddy-bear as soon as he stepped out of the kitchen.

You stayed close to him after pulling away, both of you taking a drag in silence.

"S'only five years old, actually."

"What?"

"My Time Magazine cover. Only came out five years ago."

"Right." You suppressed a laugh, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that you'd found his comment humorous.

Another couple of minutes of silence passed as you soaked in the distant noises of traffic from the inner-city; the mixture of the far-off bustle, the warm summer night, and the nicotine rushing to your head made your outburst feel like a distant memory.

"You any better at pouring a whiskey than usin' a grill?" Joel asked, breaking your momentary tranquility.

"Excuse me?"

He didn't respond, rather, half-opened the kitchen door and barked for the sous chef to cover for him.

"Let's take care of that hand'a yours."

The adrenaline coursing through your blood had shifted your focus from the searing pain in your palm, which now came rushing back to you all at once. It could’ve been worse, but you were eager to ease the tight stinging as quickly as possible.

You followed Joel through to the back office, the commotion of the kitchen down the hall a honeyed murmur through the closed door. He placed two tumblers and a half-full bottle of whiskey in front of you.

“If you’d be so kind.”

As you poured the drinks, he rifled through the overflowing shelves for the never used first-aid kit.

He took a swig from his glass before taking your hand in his, turning your palm upwards and resting it on his lap. He worked in silence, brushing over the wound with cleaning solution, gently dragging a thumb soothingly up the side of your hand each time you hissed through your teeth at the pain.

His touch was uncharacteristically gentle; he took his time in applying the antibiotic cream, rubbing smooth circles over your blistering skin.

“So, you and Luke an item or somethin’?” He asked, a hint of something coating his voice that you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

“Are you serious? God, no. He just seems to have a problem keeping his hands to himself.”

Joel’s head snapped up, meeting your gaze for the first time since you’d sat down opposite one another.

“I’d never have let him touch you like that if I knew.”

Unsure how to respond, you took another swig from your glass to keep your mouth occupied.

“M’sorry, by the way. For always bein’ so harsh on you. I just know you’re talented-”

“Don’t give me that I just want you to reach your full potential shit. I know you don’t care enough for that-”

“I don’t care? That what you really think?”

His tone was softer now, if you didn’t know him better, you would’ve sworn you could hear a twang of sadness in his voice.

He gently dressed your wound, taking care in placing the adhesive and securing it with a bandage. He tucked the loose end into place but kept a gentle grip on your hand, rubbing his thumb over your padded palm absent-mindedly.

“Course I fuckin’ care, that’s the damn problem.”

“You’ve got a real funny way of showing it.” You scoffed.

He poured you both another round, taking a swig of his drink before rubbing a hand over his mouth, a laugh creeping across his face.

“You were right earlier, I am fuckin’ washed up and lonely. I should’ve left, got more than enough damn cash than I know what to do with. Nothin’ I want more than to disappear to a farmhouse somewhere w’my girls, leave all this pompous shit behind.”

“So, what’s stopping you?” You asked softly, looking up at him through your eyelashes.

“You walkin’ into my kitchen like a damn angel sent from above.”

A breath caught in your throat. It must be the whiskey, you thought, he’s probably loosened up and horny, trying his luck for a token of your appreciation for him putting you back together.

“I thought t’myself, how can I up and leave now, when the most beautiful woman I ever saw has just walked into my kitchen?”

“You’re drunk.” You tried to rationalise, not believing the words tumbling out of his mouth.

He held his hand out flat, as still as a surgeon’s, as if it would somehow prove he was telling the truth.

“M’not, see. I just thought you n’that idiot in there were fuckin’.”

“Oh my god,” your eyes widened, leaning back in your chair at the realisation finally piecing his actions together.

“You were jealous.”

“Of him? Never.”

“Don’t lie to me now, Joel. You thought we were together and you were jealous. That’s why you were always so fuckin’ mean to me.”

His cheeks reddened as he brought a hand to the back of his neck.

“Maybe I was. Hated thinkin’ of a girl like you endin’ up with a piece of shit like him.”

“In comparison to what, someone like you?” You leant forward, placing your glass on the side before rising from your chair to stand in between his legs, resting your hands on the sides of his rough face.

“Now, sweetheart, would that be so bad?”

#joel miller x reader #my fic #joel miller x f!reader #joel tlou #joel miller x female reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal fanfic #pedrostories #the last of us #request #tlou fanfiction

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planet-marz1 · 7 months

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this one is a bit shorter than my others, mostly due to the fact that I just haven't been keeping up on reading fics lately, but these are (mostly) all of the fics that i've read in the past week or so 🩷

a masterlist with my other fic recs here

please heed any individual warnings on some of these fics, some of them include dark content you are responsible for any of the content you consume

Joel Miller

truth or dare by @joelscruff this one altered something in my brain chemistry fr

desperate by @cool-iguana dom!joel is so mean but I love it

open your fucking mouth by @thyme-in-a-bubble cowboy!joel🩷love him

Little thing by @chloeangelic knuckle riding? count me in

Proof of Life by @justagalwhowrites love love loveee dark!joel

Show me by @gasolinerainbowpuddles subby joel....yeah 🤤

pining and anticipation by @morning-star-joy sub!joel has a strong grip on me..

Erotic City by @strang3lov3

Wake by @notjustjavierpena sugar daddy!joel...mmm yeah

flowering by @tinycozycomfort sub!joel, sub!joel & more sub!joel, need I say more?

Come Away WIth me by @thetriumphantpanda pretty girl & joel hold a special place in my heart + tommy of course 🩷

Din Djarin

hurt/comfort with din? yeah count me in

Sacrifice & Devotion by @notquitecanon

Tell Me Again Tomorrow by @luminoustarlight

Trembling by @multifandomsw

Javier Peña

jealous of your love by @chloeangelic a tiny bit of angst, but fluffy too & so precious

the raid by @toxicanonymity i've never read a dark!javi fic before & this just awakened something inside of me

little bunny by @pascalsbby

say my name by @palioom

Have You Ever Seen The Rain by @psychedelic-ink

#mari's fic recs #joel miller fic recs #din djarin fic recs #javier peña fic recs

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asgards-princess-of-mischief · 6 months

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Last Updated: 2024-02-08

Disclaimer: I am not the author of these stories, just sharing my favourite Henry!Holmes stories. Find the authors' links below. If you want your work removed, message me privately.

✑ Love-Performing Night | Prt. II | Prt. III by st-juliet • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "…An actress at Covent Garden Theatre and neighbour to a certain eccentric detective, [you're] equal parts flustered and delighted when [Sherlock] arrives [backstage]."

✑ Utmost Merit | Prt. II | Prt. III | Prt. IV by st-juliet • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock presents [you] with a most unconventional proposal."

✑ When We Were Young by youvebeenlivingfictional • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "You were an only child, a girl (which had disappointed your parents), and while you loved to learn, you hated your governess. You were curious, a little wild, and lonely."

✑ A Work Proposition by zodiyack • 〔F〕 •

Summary: After witnessing your, another detective, interaction with Sherlock, Enola sees a perfect opportunity to play Cupid

✑ An Absolute Mess by youvebeenlivingfictional • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your Aunt [sent] you a, moderately frantic, letter [requesting] help [tidying up after one of her more peculiar tenants]."

✑ Don't You Remember￨Prt. II by iguana-eyanna • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock is hired by an old flame that claims that a family heirloom has been stolen, but he has suspicions of why he was hired in the first place."

✑ Enigma by iguana-eyanna • 〔A᜶F〕 •

Summary: "When Sherlock comes at your door seeking help, you two realize you can't deny the pull you have on each other."

✑ Exactly What You Need by delicate-moon-princess • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "It seems Sherlock understands your needs better than you do."

✑ Experiment, the￨Prt. II by sherlocksoft • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When you married Sherlock, you discovered a side to him that you would never have expected. A side that was only for you."

✑ Family Man by buckybarnesthehotshot • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "In which [Sherlock], along with other ladies of high society, learns his wife is with child"

✑ Fresh Air and Exercise by daydreaming-in-letters • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock may [refuse] to join, [you] for an afternoon walk, but that doesn't mean he has to pass up on the much needed exercise altogether."

✑ Give It Up by theplaid-wearingmoose • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "When Enola had told him he needed to learn to give up control sometimes, he was fairly certain this is not what she had meant."

✑ Hair by buckybarnesthehotshot • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ If Only You Would Know by espinosaurusrexex • 〔A᜶C〕 •

Summary: "You and Sherlock are in love; Enola is sure of it. [However,] she is forced to watch you tiptoe around the topic for an eternity. So when the opportunity arises, and Sherlock is forced to confront his feelings towards you, she does not hesitate."

✑ Jigsaw by andsheloved • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: "As you wonder what it would be like for him to return your affections, Sherlock finally understands what he would sacrifice to fit within your world."

✑ Most Beautiful Riddle, the by espinosaurusrexex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock Holmes... never entertained the idea of marriage. That was, until [you] came along and turned his world upside down... After a year of... love and happiness, he is finally ready to ask the question. There is just one problem: How is he ever to make the proposal worthy of his one true love?"

✑ On Subjects of the Heart￨Prt. II by andsheloved • 〔A〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock has a good head on his shoulders; he's straightforward, critical, and almost painfully logical, so why have you had his mind swimming with thoughts that are anything but?"

✑ Only Women, the by writingfortoomanyfandoms • 〔F᜶A〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Only You by thisisawonderfulusername • 〔A〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "After becoming pregnant, you notice that Sherlock has been distancing himself. he finally returns home after at least a month of being gone."

✑ Propriety by andsheloved • 〔F᜶C〕 •

Summary: "Sherlock was sure his heart stopped when he saw you lying in the hospital bed, all because of him. He has to take care of you. He has to… who cares if the only way he can be in the room… is to tell them he's your husband? Certainly not him. Absolutely not."

✑ Pubs & Pebbles by youvebeenlivingfictional • 〔E᜶F〕 •

Summary: {…}

✑ Pulse Point by st-juliet • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "To help him relax in the midst of a trying case, Reader exploits Sherlock’s only vulnerability."

✑ Red Carnation by shotgunbunny • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock's jealousy shines through and makes you annoyed, [to make amends he] shows you how he's loved you all these years."

✑ Riotous by st-juliet • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "A wealthy, titled, chaste young lady such as [yourself] should most definite… in attendance at a secret back-room boxing match… Neither should a refined [and] proper… detective. [Yet,] here you [both] are, two weeks away from your wedding no less…"

✑ Run Away by multific • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♡ •

✑ Smallest Joys by inknopewetrust • 〔F᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "The tree in the Holmes' backyard [is] a place of… peace and laughter… and a moment arises for it to be a place of forgiveness and love as well."

✑ Simple Things by dyns33 • 16+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sir Snuggles by thisisawonderfulusername • 〔F〕 • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Your niece [enlists] the help of Sherlock Holmes to find her teddy bear."

✑ Surely Not Love by youvebeenlivingfictional • 〔F〕 •

✑ Taste of Home by delicate-moon-princess • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "You wake up next to, [your husband], Sherlock... after months of being apart. It never [feels] like home when [he's] gone... now, [he's finally back] to fill the void in your heart."

✑ Teacups and Telegrams by theladyofmanyfandomsfanfiction • 〔F〕 •

Summary: "Your morning was normal until you received a telegram from your friend Sherlock Holmes with a simple request: help him find Enola."

✑ Thursday 4pm by starkleila • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "Enola deduces something about you before Sherlock."

✑ Waiting Game, the by ithebookhorder • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Sherlock comforts [you after a] heartbreak…and opens a door for a happier future."

✑ We Meet Again by maarijaaa • 18+ • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♡ •

Summary: "After your father stepped down as a detective, you decided to take over... [you did not expect] a letter standing on your front porch from a person you wanted to leave in the past…"

✑ We'll Be Alright by love-strawberry • 〔F᜶A〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "In which [you] fight but there's no doubt that [you'll] end up alright."

✑ What It Would Be Like to Love You by cruelfvkingsummer • 〔F᜶M〕 •

Summary: "What happens when a genius and a hopeless romantic are arranged to be wed?"

✑ What They Didn't Know was Missing by iguana-eyanna • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ • 𑁍 •

Summary: "It's hard to [coming to] terms [with] becoming a mother, but Sherlock [will] remind you [daily] that you are worthy of being one to your child."

✑ Women, the by dyns33 • 〔M᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: After learning of her sister-in-law's jealousy towards Miss Adler, Enola is determined to make her brother realize how he's hurting his wife.

✑ Words Cannot Express by espinosaurusrexex • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "In which [you] and Sherlock have a forever crush on each other."

✑ Your Only Warning by st-juliet • 16+ • 〔E᜶M〕 • ♥︎ •

Summary: "Alone in the library with his betrothed,... Sherlock fights to remain a gentleman…with limited success."

✑ Always Here by andsheloved • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ At the End of Each Case by writingfortoomanyfandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Autumn Morning by henryofsteel • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Blue by fivequartersoftheorange • 18+ • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Convince Me by youvebeenlivingfictional • 〔F〕 •

✑ Darling by runawayolives • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ En Garde by ithebookhorder • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Game is Afoot Indeed, the by marvelousmando • 〔F〕 •

✑ Governess, the by ladyfloriographist • 〔E〕 •

✑ Hold My Hand by make-me-imagine • 〔F〕 •

✑ Investigating Love by shotgunbunny • 〔F〕 •

✑ Lovely Neighbour, the by dyns33 • 〔F〕 •

✑ Midnight Activities by loganbcrnes • 18+ • 〔E〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Oh What a Fool You Are by germangirl321 • 〔M᜶C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Perhaps Not by writingfortoomanyfandoms • 〔F〕 •

✑ Playing Games by dyns33 • 〔F᜶A〕 •

✑ Ready Now by st-juliet • 〔C〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Sister's Roomate by writingfortoomanyfandoms • 〔F〕 •

✑ Talking in Your Sleep by writingfortoomanyfandoms • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Waiting on Your Husband | Prt. II by dearfandomdiary • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Wild Violet by st-juliet • 18+ • 〔E᜶F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Being Sherlock's Wife in Enola Holmes Would Include… | Prt. II by starkleila • 〔F〕 • ♥︎ •

✑ Fancying Sherlock Would Include... by hobbit-historian • 〔F〕 •

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cyberneticfallout · 7 days

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Chapter Two: The Wastes

Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - More Coming Soon

Pairing: Cooper Howard/The Ghoul x Fem!Reader Summary: As you trudge through the wastes looking for the doctor, you and the ghoul decide to set up camp. Tags: Slow burn (and I mean SLOWWW), angst, eventual smut, language, canon-typical violence, more tags will be added Posted on AO3: Smoothie and The Ghoul Word Count: 1.2k

Navigating the barren wastes was never a task for the faint-hearted. The scorching sun beat down relentlessly, the dry air sucked the moisture from your pores, and the ever-present radiation kept you on edge. Easy work for that damn ghoul, you thought. A sense of unease always lingered in these parts despite all the years you’ve done this.

The ghoul maintained a steady pace ahead of you, with the dog forging an even greater distance in front as she diligently followed the trail of her missing owner. Doctors have always been a sought-after commodity, but the substantial reward offered for this one hinted at something deeper. So far you’ve seen a ghoul, a knight of the Brotherhood of Steel, and a vault dweller mixed up in all of this. Who else is after this man?

The mangled remains of an old Soviet satellite loomed into sight as the dog bounded towards it, barking excitedly. Upon reaching the ruins, you spotted a pair of legs emerging from the debris, followed by a torso. But to your surprise, that was all that seemed to be present seeing as the head seemed to be sawed off.

"Oh, shit," you whispered as the ghoul knelt down to examine the body. The dog sniffed around, whining softly before resting her head on the lap of the headless corpse. It appeared that the doctor hadn't gotten far, evident from the unsettling sight of a bloody metal foot attached to one of his legs.

The ghoul starts to cough and wheeze violently, a sight that has become all too familiar to you from past experiences. Without hesitation, he retrieves a vial from his satchel resembling the one you had previously shown him and inserts it into an inhaler. Inhaling deeply, he lets out a long sigh of relief.

"How many of those you got left?" You quip.

"I keep forgettin you’re here, you’re so damn quiet," the ghoul complains, slightly annoyed by your presence.

You raise an eyebrow, undeterred by his irritation. "Answer the question."

Grimacing, he carefully places the inhaler back inside his satchel. "Enough to get me through. Besides, you bribed me with a vial, so I’m assumin’ you got more. Don’t know why I ain’t just shoot you now and take it," he mutters, frustration evident in his voice.

"I'd make sure to break the shit before you even draw your gun." With a smug smile you take a seat next to the doctor’s corpse. “We’ve been walking for almost a full day now. Wanna rest?”

The ghoul looks at you wearily, his eyes scanning the desolate surroundings. "That vault dweller won't make it too far, so I suppose we can hunker down here for the night."

As the sun begins its descent, casting a warm glow across the desolate landscape, the small fire you managed create dances aflame, providing a small comfort in the darkness. Sticks of iguana meat, graciously hunted down by the dog, roast over the flames.

The ghoul lies flat on his back, his body weary from the day's journey, patiently waiting for the food to be ready. In this moment of stillness, you take the opportunity to observe him more closely. Despite the absence of a nose and the scars that mar his skin, you realize that, all things considered, he doesn't look too bad for a ghoul. There's a certain resilience in his eyes and a hint of humanity that shines through the decay.

"What're you staring at, smoothie?" His gruff voice cuts through the silence, abruptly pulling you out of your thoughts.

Startled, you quickly avert your gaze, hoping he doesn't notice the slight blush that creeps onto your face. "Nothing!" you hastily reply, trying to regain your composure. "So, uh, what's your name?"

"No," he curtly responds, his expression guarded.

"Okay..." you exhale, not wanting to push him any further. Sensing a need to shift the focus away from his guarded demeanor, you dig through your pack and retrieve a pipboy. With a few flicks and taps, you check on your radiation levels, noting that they are not alarmingly high but still present.

As you glance up from the pipboy, you notice the ghoul looking at you curiously. His gaze lingers on the device, and you can tell there is a spark of interest in his eyes.

"Scavenged a vault a long time ago," you casually remark, hoping to initiate a conversation. The ghoul nods, his gaze returning to the night sky above. Not a big talker, you think to yourself as you grab the cooked sticks of meat from the fire and toss one towards him.

He catches the meat with a swift motion, his eyes momentarily softening with gratitude before he takes a bite. The flavors of the wasteland dance on your tongues as you both savor the nourishment.

As the night sky envelops you in its dark embrace, you settle into a companionable silence once more. The crackling of the fire and the occasional sound of chewing provide a comforting soundtrack to your temporary respite. The dog rests her head on your lap as you eat the rest of the meal, saving a bite for her even though you watched her eat an entire radroach earlier.

As you offer her the morsel, a glint of appreciation shines in her eyes. She gently takes it from your hand, savoring the treat as she curls up beside you. You take a moment to observe her, the flickering firelight casts a warm glow on her fur, accentuating the gentle rise and fall of her breathing.

You reach out to stroke her fur, offering a comforting touch. The dog looks up at you with eyes filled with a mixture of gratitude and longing. It's as if she understands the weight of her loss, yet finds solace in the companionship she has found with you.

Unbeknownst to you, the ghoul has been silently observing your interaction with the dog. A flicker of emotion passes across his face, a brief but genuine smile that hints at a hidden softness beneath his hardened exterior. He turns on his side, settling in for the night, and offers a simple instruction.

"Make sure to put out the fire, smoothie," he says gruffly.

Looking up at his back turned to you, a small smile creeps onto your face. You rise from your spot and take a moment to extinguish the crackling fire, ensuring that all remnants of its warmth and light are gone.

Returning to your makeshift bedroll, you lay down next to the dog, who has already settled in for the night. The quietness of the surroundings wraps around you like a peaceful embrace. Gazing up at the stars, their brilliance shining through the vast expanse of the night sky.

As you lay there, the tranquility of the night begins to lull you into a peaceful state, coaxing your eyelids to grow heavy. The wastelands may be ravaged and unforgiving, but for now… there is a quiet peace shared among you, a ghoul, a dog, and a headless corpse.

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#here is chapter twooo #I'll upload chapter 3 in a couple days :) it's also muuuch longer #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard x reader #fallout #Smoothie and The Ghoul #the ghoul #cooper howard

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josephquinnswhore · 9 months

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All It Takes

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader.

Summary: A close count with the infected has Joel forced to confront how he really feels about you.

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warning: Joel’s kinda mean I guess lol, reader has a breakdown.

Note: heheh. Hi, it’s been a while. For my bae @cool-iguana. Just a tiny fic to hurt my feelings lol. Angst, comfort, Joel realising he loves reader. Infected attack.

A split second was all it took for you to realise your mistake, one that was too late to rectify. Fuelled by a growing hunger, the type that created an ache so deep it felt as it the emptiness of your stomach had grown claws, digging it’s claws into the surrounding organs.

They suppose they could blame the weather for the mishap; the snowstorm they’d unexpectedly been caught in was unrelenting. It was harsh, bitter. The feeling of their fingertips and toes was non existent, the shivering and teeth chattering causing a complete sense of irritation that she couldn’t contain.

Their cold hands were barely holding onto the gun, the end of the freshly warmed barrel from firing a shot had a small bout of a cloud exit the end of the barrel. Realisation had set in barely seconds after their actions; one infected.

One loan runner the two of them could’ve easily taken down without any need for the use of a gun, they knew it was both a waste of ammunition and putting them in danger of alerting their location of raiders or nearby infected.

Dissociation is strange—it’s harrowing and exhausting. It drags you back into your mind to force you to relive your mistake, while the physical body completely unaware of the clicker that had been lurking in a nearby building, seemingly dormant until the fire had been shot.

It was close, too close. The smell of rotting flesh, the terrifying shrill and speed of the infected as it ran straight toward her as she froze. Never once had they frozen before, always composed, articulated and calm. They could almost feel the teeth of the ravenous monsters desperation, dying for something to sink into, the closest part of you being the exposed skin of their neck.

The way their mind had encapsulated that moment and forced the torment on them had almost cost them their life. Unable to process the traumatic events of how close it had been that your life had been taken; so viciously, so quickly and undeniably their own fault. They ignore the ache in their limbs, blood running as cold as their skin in the worsening snowstorm.

Joel had barely managed to save their life, had barely managed to pull out his large hunting knife and find the strength and mobility in his frozen, stiffened and arthritic fingers to push the blade into the creatures head to save your life.

He had yelled, but it had gone unanswered; the same emotionless expression on their face unnerved him, how distant their eyes seemed to be from him. So he took it in his own hands to physically drag you to a small cabin, trudging through the thick snow, struggling to pull your dead weight behind him before shoving you into the small house.

Joel doesn’t say a word to them, just runs his aching fingers through his greying and now, freezing hair, his ears an uncomfortable shade of beet red from being exposed to the cruel winter storm. He watches them; how disconnected they are from it all, from him.

But he still can’t find it in him to shake off the rage, to bury it so deeply inside of him he could act like it never happened, but it did which means it could happen again.

That made you a liability, to yourself.. and him. The thought stung him. It made his heart swell with an ache he hadn’t felt before, in fact it only fuelled his rage, his fear.

“The hell was that back there? You ain’t ever done nothin’ so damn stupid in your life!” His voice is tight and wound up, he can’t stop the words from escaping his chapped and purple lips.

“You know the rules, shit, woman. The hell’s wrong with you? You lookin’ for a damn death wish or somethin’, for the both of us.”

The growl of his voice was so raw, so truly agitated she couldn’t help but feel herself pulling away, evermore present in his lecture than before.

It starts with one tear that slips without you noticing, then two.. you doesn’t bother to count them as they fall, your waterline mimicking a leaking tap, their cheeks are the basin sink as they catch the water that drips down them. The only thing they can think of is the saltiness of the tears and Joel.. better yet his anger, rage.. disappointment.

“Are you goin’ to speak? What the hell do you have to say for ya’self?”

Another beat of silence, she can’t bring herself to reply, to accept what just happened.

“You’re a liability, can’t have ya comin’ out on patrols with me anymore. I’m talkin’ to Tommy first thing when we get back.” His voice is firm, but much softer and defeated.

A.. liability? Is that what Joel saw her as?

It starts as a small fracture in the facade you’re putting up, then it cracks more deeply, pieces crumbling around her by the second until it shatters to their own feet that stand on the cool, slightly rotten and moss grown hardwood floors.

He was right, that’s all they were. A liability, a failure, a disappointment.

Liability.

Failure.

Disappointment.

Repeat. Liability, failure, disappointment.

You want to scream, to beg, to apologise, all that comes out is the choked up breathless and completely broken sob from your wet mouth. It catches his attention, how far you’d broken down, he hadn’t ever seen you like this before, so vulnerable, so weak. Perhaps he had been to harsh.

No. He knows he had, but he was scared—god he was scared shitless of losing you.

His long legs take large strides to get to you, two or three until he’s knelt down beside you, his large arms pulling you into his lap, rocking your trembling body back and forth, trying to offer some comfort after the grief he’d caused you.

He should’ve been gentler, kinder. As he was now, his large fingertips finding solace in her scalp, massaging small shapes as he plays with their hair, brushing it out of their face. As he looks down without obstruction from their hair, the sight breaks him, his small sweetheart curled up in his lap, lip wobbling and face red and swollen from crying.

You needed comfort, not reprimand.

“I-I’m.. s-so sor-ry Joel..” the crack in your voice is like a splintering dagger filled in acid straight into his heart, cracking his ribs and puncturing his lungs, leaving him breathless for a moment, guilty.

“Shh sweetheart, just let me hold you. I’ve got you, you’re safe with me.. I’ll always keep you safe, as long as you’re by my side.”

There was a tenderness in his voice, a sincerity that he had never shown before, he had a second chance and he wasn’t about to let that go to waste.

“I’ve got you sweetheart. You’re everything to me.” The mumble was half faded in the sound of blood rushing to your ears, but relaxed a bit in his arms as she understood what he was telling you.

I love you. I won’t let you go. I’ve got you.

You weren’t okay, not right now. But you would be.

#Joel miller #Joel miller fic #Joel miller angst #Joel miller comfort #Joel miller tlou #pedro pascal #pedro pascal as joel miller #tlou

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cygnus452b · 1 year

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The stars are not aligned for us (so we reach up to the night sky and rearrange them ourselves) | 1

Synopsis ⤑ Revenge was never a thing on your mind. If anything its the absence of your parents that leaves you cold and battered. When then the Sully family swoops into your settlement, turning the place upside down. Old memories alongside with trauma starts to resurface while the danger of the Sky people still looms over everyone.

➵ pairing: Sully Family x Platonic!Reader

➵ A/n: writing this story cause i suffer from Post Avatar Depression (PAD)

three points i need to mention

Neteyam is back and boy is everyone traumatized,

i'm not gonna give the reader an exact age but she is 1-3 years older than Neteyam.

They're always talking in Na'vi, though sometimes it will be written in said language for formalities sake, kinda how the movie does it. at the end of the fic i will put notes with the translations.

| warnings: description of war, characters dying, gun + blood, if i missed something please do notify me!

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Chapter 1 : is this what growing up is? just leaving things behind, over and over?

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Jake dodges an arrow that misses his ear by just an inch and curses under his breath. He tightens his grip on the reins of his ikran and looks back at the approaching enemies. Hot on their heels are the Na'vis from the ash clan, riding animals that Jake has always thought look similar to earth's iguanas - just bigger, faster, and with an additional set of eyes.

"Fnawe'tu!" one ash Na'vi calls out. "Toruk Makto has no honor!" he roars, holding up his spear as his teammates fire arrows at the Sully family, nearly knocking Kiri and Tuk off their banshee. Jake, on the other hand, turns his upper body around, gun in one hand as the other one takes out ammunition from his side pouch. He shoves it into the bolt before locking in the belt, making sure it's securely closed. His finger is positioned above the trigger as he takes a quick glance at his family before aiming at the Na'vi below. He tightens his grip on the trigger, and the machine gun roars to life, firing off rounds at a blistering pace and hitting some of their pursuers in the back.

Simultaneously, with clenched teeth, Kiri grips the reins tighter as she holds Tuk closer to her, while her ikran dodges more arrows. "Turn!" She shouts, patting the neck of her companion. Tuk, who is still clinging onto Kiri, squints her eyes and shoots glares at the Na'vis below them.

There is a sharp resonance that Lo'ak feels through the tsaheylu, his Ikran is shuddering beneath him. He looks down to see arrows protruding from its wing and hears in the background the panicked screech of the creature. His shout rips everyone out of concentration, heads whipping towards him, seeing him trying to balance himself on the ikran while it writhes in pain before starting its wobbly descent towards the ground.

"Lo'ak!" Neytiri screams and leans forward, chasing after her son while her arm tightens around her oldest son's waist. Neteyam's head is lolling forward, hair whipping in the wind, his eyes heavily lidded. He is barely aware of his surroundings, and he feels like his soul is being pulled out of his body. He fights to stay conscious and grabs his mother's hand weakly, tucking his head lower as the Ikran dips.

Lo'ak, on the other hand, holds onto the reins for dear life, curses leaving his mouth as he ducks his head downwards, trying to evade the headwind pressure and at the same time, also the arrows that are flying his way. He tries to steer his Ikran to the other side while also trying to reassure it, but it is no use. The arrows have injured it badly. His stomach lurches as his spiral downwards accelerates, and he struggles not to fall off.

The Ikran's feet touch the ground, and it comes to a stuttering halt before abruptly stopping and throwing Lo’ak off. He feels the rush of air as he falls through it, twisting and turning.

He tries to remember the steps his dad taught him on how to fall correctly to lessen the impact, but to no avail. Neither time nor memory can help him before he lands heavily on the ground. A jolt of pain shoots through his body, and the air leaves his lungs. He lies there for a moment, heaving and gasping, the sound of his heart thrashing in his ears. He then tries to regain his bearings, yet all he can feel is how every muscle in his body protests and aches.

Their pursuers quickly have him surrounded; their deadly bows are raised to kill. Shouts pierce above his aching head as one of them steps closer. The Ash Na'vi holds the spear firmly in his hand; his hair is tucked away securely behind his head, and a feral snarl is etched into his face. His dull skin is lighter, almost blinding, in the harsh, late afternoon sunlight of the open plains. The Na'vi pulls up his spear, winding it up for an attack, when a sudden gunshot brings him to his knees. Dust and dirt fly up in the air, choking both Lo'ak and his assailant. Lo'ak grits his teeth, squashing a pained groan, and scrambles to get up. With trembling legs, his hand reaches for the long knife that is securely hanging on his waist.

Neytiri reaches him, her arms crowding him behind her, shielding him from view. Ready to be attacked, ears flickering in all directions, but the attack never comes. Before anyone can react, a spear impales the injured Na'vi right through his chest, making him cry out in pain. Before being yanked out in one swift motion and thrown at another Na'vi.

"Set hivum," the newcomer hisses at them, his eyes narrowed. He's neither an ash Na'vi nor an Omaticaya.

"This is not your fight," one of their pursuers retorts, blocking the stranger's incoming attack with his own spear, not caring that one of his own has fallen.

"Kiantu," their rescuer says, reaching into his pouch that's hanging on the belt around his hips, and throwing some sort of red dust at the ash Na'vi. "Does your chieftain know that you're breaching the pact?" Their assailant is momentarily blinded, eyes watering as he lets out a pained howl.

"Kiri!" Jake screams, jerking his head backwards at her, pointing the gun at the lighter colored warriors. Kiri nimbly jumps out of sight , her sister pressed against her back and hides right behind her father, back-to-back, looking for any stray attacks coming their way.

The foreign group joins, closing in on the Ash Na'vi's, their spears pointing at them. The intimidation seems to work as the leader of the group lowers his hand, ears pinned back, and slowly backs off. Growls and shouts escape multiple individuals as they retreat, jumping onto their rides. Jake lowers the gun and closes his eyes for a second before opening them wide and looking around the bloody battlefield, finding spears alongside with bodies littered all around. Neytiri and Lo'ak both swarm around him and the two girls, worried expressions on their faces. The mother focuses on their daughters to see if they sustained any injuries while the father looks over their son. "Are you okay?" he asks, gently but firmly grasping his son's shoulder.

"Yeah," Lo'ak nods, unable to stop a wince from clawing its way out of his throat, under his father's watchful gaze. "I'll survive," he continues, gripping his wrist self-consciously. "I'm more worried about Neteyam." He glances over to his mother's shoulder.

"He'll be okay," Jake answers, squeezing his shoulder harder, but not enough to hurt. "The people we're going to are known for their healing." He jerks his head forward. "Speaking of--" he says, facing the Na'vis that came to their rescue.

"Oel ngati kameie, ulte ngaru seiyi irayo," he says.

The other Na'vis bow their head just as low, pulling their hand away from their forehead towards their navel.

"Oel ngati kameie," replies the Na'vi who had rescued Lo'ak, his shoulder-length braids falling into his face. Now that the chaos has finally subsided, the Sully's finally get a good look at the strangers.

The grassland Na'vi and their muscular physique are an imposing sight to behold. In contrast to their surroundings, they stand out. Their skin is a rich, deep blue tone that seems to absorb the harsh sun's rays. Unlike their forest-dwelling counterparts, the grassland Na'vis have broader shoulders, longer legs, and a thick, round tail that swishes behind them with a sense of impatience. As they move, their dark stripes draw attention to the intricate patterns that adorn their bodies along the bioluminescent freckles.

Their garbs differ greatly from theirs, as they are decorated with leather and feathers that remind Jake of stalks of wheat from Earth. They wear decorative headpieces crafted from various animal bones that form a halo around their head. The dark loin cloths are embellished with additional leather and detailed patterns on the edges, tied in a unique manner.

"Rììama Pìhä Ìkawt'itan," the darker Na'vi introduces himself.

"Jake Sully," he turns towards his wife. "And this is my family." Tuk hides herself behind Kiri as she and Lo'ak return the gesture.

"Toruk Makto," Rììama nods thoughtfully. "I recognize you. I was there at the battle of home tree," he looks over. "Though, what are you doing here?"

"We're seeking Uturu," Neytiri pipes up, adjusting Neteyam's position on her back so that his head can lean on her shoulder.

The taller Na'vi looks taken aback, and he glances over to his teammates. Some meet his gaze and shrug their shoulders, while the others converse with each other in hushed voices. The Mates exchange a nervous glance that gets interrupted by the leader who coughs into his fist. "Follow us," he gestures to the banshee's behind them. "We'll bring you to our Olo'eyktan. He'll decide what to do."

''We'll look after your ikran'' another Na'vi pipes up, waving the others over.

"Thank you," Jake sighs in relief and turns around, making eye contact with Lo'ak , a tight smile gracing his lips as he nods to follow him. The group scatters, and they all go to their banshees, checking to see if their luggage survived the battle and tightening anything that might have come loose. Jake sends Rììama a look before turning his head and letting out a short, drawn-out noise. The creatures perk up and launch themselves into the air, fighting against the wind until stabilizing at comfortable altitude.

Now that the situation has calmed down, they can enjoy the quietness of the vast plains. The grass underneath them shines in a golden color in the sun's light. The wind that is lightly blowing gives it movement like ripples on the surface of a river. In the distance, the stark contrast of dark gray belonging to the mountains splits the sky apart. On the lower part, dense lush trees are grouped together, their vivid colors in full display. The air is dry yet smells full of nature, and a tranquil atmosphere overtakes everyone. Maybe it's the exhaustion, or the relief of knowing that for now the worst is over. Or maybe even a mix of both, but they all can use a good night of sleep.

In sight comes a cluster of thick tree trunks bunched together. They form a circle that is held by a woven plate, on top of which are multiple round shaped buildings. On each side of the structures, bridges connect to each other. They can't tell what material it is exactly as they're too far away. Looking past the settlement, one will see other trees cluttered in a similar fashion, though they are spaced far and in between of each other.

That reminds Neytiri of how her old home tree looked like, right after the battle with the sky people. Bitterness wells up in her chest, and she focuses on something else, looking away out into the sky. Different call signs bouncing back from Rììama and the others rip them out of their daze, and they look downwards to find the party of Na'vis waving their arms around.

Jake replies with a shout of his own, and they slowly begin their descent downwards. With a soft thud, they reach the ground and hear a horn being blown. Its deep tone reverberates through the space, and they look towards the outpost. Taking a closer look, they see the village surrounded by tall wooden fences that are manned by guards holding long spears as they walk about. Alongside are long fire posts, and in front of them in the field, local fauna grazing.Instantaneously, Na’vis start streaming out of the settlement. Their curious gazes speak volumes, wondering what could have happened for the horn to be blown. Surrounding the Sully's, they chatter excitedly with tails raised in curiosity and agitation.

A girl closest to Kiri and Tuk waves her hand to get the younger girl's attention and stares at her eagerly. Unsure, Tuk glances at her older sister, who nods slightly back in encouragement. She turns around and shyly waves back. The darker girl beams at that, her teeth flashing as she tugs the loincloth of the older Na’vi next to her, who shushes her quietly and sends Kiri an apologetic look. To which the girl nods back with a stiff smile.

The masses part as the Olo’eyktan and the Tsahìk come forth, concern marring their faces. They wear elaborate apparel that consists of a shoulder plate woven together with intricate brown-green tone patterns of a sort of insignia. Long twists of hair are tied into a low ponytail, and over the male Na'vi's right arm is a band with different types of beads strung together, hanging over his muscles.

His mate has her hair tied up into a half bun, with the lower hair braided into two thick braids. Over her chest is a garment that is threaded together, similarly to her husband's. It is dyed in colors of brown and green with hints of yellow at the edges. At the bottom of it, attached with beads, are threads of blue fabric hanging. On her waist is a long loincloth that reaches her knees, with intricate flower designs.

"Oel ngati kameie Toruk Makto, long time no see," the chieftain starts, motioning with his hand from his forehead downwards toward his navel, his mate repeating the same gesture.

"It is indeed been a while, Ìutxa, Aìng. I wish we could reunite on better terms," Jake retorts and points with his flat-out open hand at his mate. Neytiri, occupied with holding her son, bows her head a little.

"What happened?" Ìutxa asks, crossing his arms over his chest, scrutinizing his own tribesmen who are quite literally still drenched in the aftermath of the battle.

"Ralke were attacking Toruk Makto and his family," Rììama answers, tilting his head towards Neytiri. "They also cross over to our territory," he finishes.

Another teammate shakes his head, locs flying in all directions. "A bloodthirsty bunch."

"Your son..?" pipes up a smooth voice, and all eyes turn towards Aìng.

Jake turns around. "He—" He stops, wracking his brain on how to explain everything that has been going on with Neteyam and them the last few days. "He has not been conscious." He balls his fist up in frustration, brows furrowed.

The Tsahik steps closer to Neytiri, the smell of something similar to wood and herbs engulfing her nose. At a closer distance, she notices the hint of purple in her eyes and skin color. Aìng lifts her hand up, wordlessly asking for permission. The lighter Na'vi nods her head, while the other then proceeds to carefully put her four-fingered hand on Neteyam's head. Lifting up one of the eyelids with the other, she closes it seconds later and puts two fingers on the junction point of his neck. Silently counting the heartbeats for a while. Clearly, she hears something worrying, and her pupils constrict when she looks over to Neytiri.

"Is that?"

With a voiceless, weary breath, The mother responds, "Yes."

"Come," Aìng beckons, turning around. "Follow me." She steps ahead, waving over another young Na'vi adult carrying a basket. The girl nods and joins the group. Passing her mate, Aìng sends him a worried glance, silently communicating that they’ll have to discuss this later in private. He blinks back in compliance.

As they walk through the settlement, Kiri is amazed by the colorful combination of materials that make up the village. She notes that the foundation is made of wood and the rooms are spacious. With walls made of thatched grass and roofs covered in woven green yellow grass and a dark brown, insulating material.

Crossing a thatched bridge, they pass by a communal area with a huge fireplace in the middle and decorations on the walls, including various weapons and wooden masks with different emotions carved on them. Happiness, Anger, and Anguish. Kiri averts her eyes uncomfortably and looks to Lo’ak, who is still clutching his side with a grimace on his face.

"Will Neteyam be okay?" Tuk asks, gently holding one of Kiri’s braids.

The older sister half-heartedly pats her head. "Eywa wouldn't bring him back just for him to leave again."

"He has to," Lo’ak quips. If the sisters only listened to his voice, they might think he is in a stable mood, but his body language betrays him. His shoulders are tense, and his fingers trembles, which he tries to hide behind his back. Jake listens to the children's chatter while pressing his lips tightly together. Glancing over he sees Neytiri conversing with the darker Na’vi ,while their son's head bobs in the dips of her step.

The group comes to a halt in front of a cot on the upper left side of the communal area. Two fire posts and various baskets stand next to the entrance. Aìng enters the room first and heads to the back, with the Parents following closely behind. The room is bathed in red-brown tones, with the sun’s rays accentuating them even more. Various decorations, including beads stitched into a thin brown material imitating a landscape painting, hang on the walls. Pillows and blankets are stacked on the right side of the room, and little round-shaped carved shells filled with a thick golden paste with wicks in the middle lie on the floor. A small, thin wooden plate lies in the middle of the ground.

Tsahik gestures to Neytiri while she shoves the sparse furniture aside. The Omaticaya kneels down carefully, securing Neteyam's head and rolls him over her shoulder into her lap, before putting him onto the floor. Aìng’s assistant, kneels down next to her and starts unpacking the items from the basket, laying them down neatly and cleaning what looks like hair-thin stone sticks. The older Na’vi, meanwhile, lights brown, rolled medicinal leaves and holds them over a small mold, watching the ashes collect slowly.

"I'm Yiìru," the assistant introduces herself to Neytiri, who steps aside, making space for the other two. The younger girl rubs her hands in a ceremonial manner, blowing on them, and then slowly putting them onto the boy's back. Her eyes widen at the stiff touch, and she glances over to Aìng, who gauges her reaction and slowly nods. Yiìru takes her hands off, reaches over to take one of the needles into one hand, while the other stretches Neteyam's skin with her thumb and forefinger. Quickly she injects the needle with smooth motions, at a record speed, while the other puts the ashes in the in-between spaces of the sticks.

Neytiri kneels in the background, one arm wrapped around her legs while the other traces patterns on the floor. Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuk wait outside the cot, talking to each other while the adults work in peace. Jake, on the other hand, is sorting out the luggage and placing them in different locations, needing his hands and mind to be occupied with something before he starts feeling even more like he's about to lose it.

A sudden, deep inhale has heads turning forward. Neteyam's formerly taut body has now relaxed quite a bit, his lungs expanding more than they did beforehand. Yiìru finishes taking out the last needle as the Tsahik wipes off the ashes. Neytiri stands up, her braids swinging in disarray as she walks over to the chieftain's mate, a questioning look in her eyes.

"He's past the point of danger," Aìng says seriously, glancing back at the parents. "He should be resting for the next few days; his spirit seems hit." She turns around, brow bone furrowed. "It almost feels like his body and spirit are disconnected."

Neytiri exchanges a look with Jake, who is still on the opposite side of her. Their eyes speak a thousand words left unsaid, and he slowly nods. She sighs, struggling to find words. "It's been a lot," she forces out,

The Tsahik nods compassionately, stands up, and points at the basket full of pouches. "There are different mixtures of medicine for him. Feed him this, that should help his stomach" she says, grabbing the younger girl. "This is my daughter; she’ll check on him tomorrow morning." She gives her child one last look before leaving the room.

"We’ll send someone for food later, alongside with his medicine," Yiìru says, holding her hands up to her chest.

"Thank you," Jake says, gratified, for what feels like the thousandth time today.

She answers with a beaming smile back before skipping towards the entrance. "Oh-" she stops and turns her head around. "Tomorrow we'll also send a guide to show you around, though if by any chance you need help tonight, don't be afraid to ask around!’’

Lo’ak croaks out an acknowledgement, earning him a questionable look from Kiri as the trio enters the Cot. Looking around, they immediately zero in on their older brother as the parents join them in the circle.

"What do you guys think?" Jake asks, looking around. "It's not that bad."

The younger son's eyes widen for a second before furrowing his brows. "You said that about the other places as well, Dad."

"Well, I like it here," Tuk responds. "They have trees. It reminds me of home, better than the other place." The arid mountain lands of the ash people were something they all had trouble acclimating to. Unlike the jungle flora and the security of the trees, the cold walls of soft clay felt encapsulating and suffocating.

The group stills for a second, each lost in memory of their home. Despite the fact that it's been almost two years since they left, the yearning for the jungle and the familiarity of their home has never really faded.

Neytiri reaches over to her youngest daughter and squeezes her hand. "We'll adapt, that's what we’re good at, that's what we do.’’ A strained smile on her face.

"Your brother will have to rest for the next few days," Jake speaks up. "We'll try to change shifts so that there's always someone in rotation to look after him."

The children nod and scatter around the room, each going to their own little niche, unpacking their luggage. Calmness falls over the room, the teenagers bickering in the background, the youngest following the mother around while the father watches the family.

A horn blares, breaking the scene, and they all, except Neytiri, rear up and walk towards the entrance, through it over to the bridge. Jake heaves up Tuk to his hip. "Don't lean on the railing," he warns the other two, eyeing his most rebellious teenager. Earning a nod back, he returns to look out to the horizon. The suns are already in motion for the usual eclipse to happen, dying the sky in vivid colors of pink and orange. Clouds dot the sky like splotches of paint of a clumsy child.

‘’Huh’’?

"Hunters," Kiri interrupts her brother, leaning her head forward, noticing an adolescent Na'vi being surrounded by multiple adults. Their arms swing wildly, yet no one is touching them.

"Why did they blow the horn though?"

"I wonder," she counters, "I can't make out anything," she squints her eyes, "besides figures and meat".

"Kids!" Jake's call startles them, not even realizing that he had returned to their abode. "Come back in and help your sister out." The siblings steal one last glimpse at the field before turning around to look at each other, one with one eyebrow raised and pursed lips, and the other with furrowed brows.

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"Was anyone injured?" Täyeprr, your best friend, asks, bouncing in place as her eyes roam your figure in concern.

"Tä'ui,'" you reply, jumping down from the dire horse. Taking off meat that's secured on the side of the steed, its blood splatters onto the floor and you wrinkle your nose in slight disgust at the sight.

"That skxawng," your friend curses, running her hand through her curls that bounce in all directions, framing her face. The late afternoon sun is catching its rays onto the necklace on her chest. A similar one dons your own neck that you made together when you were still little kids. Your parents, back then still alive, had to help you quite a bit in guiding you when it came to the needling of the thread and knotting multiple pretty stones onto it. You and Täyeprr had collected them together by one of the rivers. Once you finished, you jumped around in place, full of excitement before speeding off to go to your friend's cot.

"Oh," you intentionally stop her, knowing that if you let this girl continue to simmer in that state, she will not calm down for ages. "You finally finished that piece?" you ask, pointing with your forefinger towards the garment on her chest. Different types of fabric, cut into leaves and dyed in muted blue and purple, are stitched onto brown beads that circle from her neck down to the middle.

Täyeprr grins at that and grabs one of the leaves. "See, this is the one that's dyed with the fruit we found together last time," she abruptly stops, squinting her eyes at you for a long time. "Don't try to divert me from the topic," she says and points a finger at you.

You push out your elbows, sighing in clear defeat, "Not like she's the one who has her ears chewed off for almost an hour."

Your best friend scowls at you. "Well, it's not like she'll listen."

Feigning shock, you cock your head backward, eyes wide. "And you think I will? Tell me what good will this do besides conditioning me to hate her every time we cross paths?"

"Well, maybe she would listen to you."

"Please listen to yourself. You're not making sense," you retort, failing to hold back a laugh, shoulders shaking as you follow behind her.

The hunt went well until Tä'ui decided that she wanted to lean too far off the dire horse while being in a high-speed chase. That then had her tumbling off the steed in seconds, fortunately, only mere scratches on her elbows and back are the only things she got out of this. Though you got enough meat to last the community for four days, meaning you can spend the time in leisure and finish up your chores.

Tirelessly, you make a mental note that you need to weed out the garden again and see if the vegetables bear any harvest. Your best friend leaves you to join another group that is waiting nearby, and you wave her off. Lost in thought, you continue to walk up to the communal room located on the upper left side of the settlement. Walking past groups of different Na’vis cluttered around the space, some huddled really close to each other, faces animated while they're talking through their food. Others lying on the pillows with their eyes closed, letting the murmur wash over them.

Twinkle!" a voice calls out to you, and you turn around to see Vaopo waving you over to her side. On the cut log, a huge variety of dishes is laid out in a systematic order. All sorts of meat ranging from fish are sorted on the left side, with grains and vegetables on the other. On the fire, blubbering fat from the meat on a stick drips down on the flame, letting out a sizzling sound.

"I'll never understand why you call me that," you reply, shaking your head slightly, a smile gracing your lips. "You know," you raise a brow muscle, "the name my parents gave me works as well."

"Well, that doesn't matter," the short-haired girl waves you off. "As long as it sounds pretty."

"Sure, whatever you say."

"You heard?" the girl starts, taking the meat from your hands. "A new family arrived in the afternoon, looking really different from us."

"How come?" you ask while walking over to the bucket full of water and starting to wash the residual blood off your fingers.

"Uturu," she replies, taking out a big triangular-shaped stone with a sharp edge. "One of them had to be treated immediately, seems like they were chased by fe'ranvi."

You wrinkle your nose and look up at her. "Of course, they would be in the midst of it," and continue to shake your hands off. "Wait, what do they look like?"

"Lighter than us," she muses, stopping to think. "I couldn't really make out any small details, too many people were around."

"That's not helpful."

"You'll see them later," your friend continues, skipping over what you said. "You know how my dad was there with yours at the battle? Apparently, this family belongs to their old Olo'eyktan. Though I am surprised at their stature, they-"

"Wait, what do you mean 'you'll see them later'?" you ask.

"If you were so kind to let me finish, you'd know," she glares at you. "As I was saying, I am surprised at how lithe their figures are," she motions towards her chest, "thinner in all aspects, they'd probably make excellent climbers."

You give her a look.

"Alright," she rolls her eyes, "the Chieftain asked me to tell someone," she smiles a toothy grin at you. "And you just happen to be that 'someone' to bring them their food, as they're still settling down."

You sigh deeply and take one of the stuffed long leaves on the table. In the other hand, a bowl with clear hot liquid inside, and you set off on your way.

"Me and the others will be at the plaza tomorrow evening," Vaopo shout’s. "Join us?"

"Maybe," you retort, looking over your shoulder. "I should have time for it," and set off on your way.

Passing other people, you look at the night sky that has fallen over the world like a dark blanket only to realize halfway on the bridge that you forgot to ask where the new family is located. Turning around, you take the lower road passing by multiple rooms and greet the other Na'vis coming towards you. Some have their arms intertwined, smiling in greetings, while others are hurrying past, only sending you a quick nod.

You round the corner up to one of the biggest rooms in the settlement. Two fire posts are stationed on each side of the entrance and a leather-cut rectangle hanging in the middle, with the same insignia that adorns the pair's clothes.

"Ah, there you are," the Olo'eyktan greets you. "Come in, we have something to discuss," he signals with his arm for you to enter and sit down. You look over at both of them and nod, kneeling down. You place the food right next to you before comfortably unraveling your legs from underneath you.

"You've probably heard by now," Aìng starts, arms crossed as she's still standing. "A new family has moved in, seeking refuge, and we'd like you to be one of the trainers."

You cock your head sideways, hair falling over your back. "What tasks will that be?"

"They'll need someone for the hunting practices and maybe the gardens."

"They have a guide for tomorrow," the older Na'vi finishes her mate's sentence, flicking her braid over her shoulder.

"I can work with that," you agree and start collecting the dishes, looking up. "I originally came over to ask where they are," you finish.

"We put them behind your cot, in hopes that you'd interact with them," the Chieftain smiles broadly. "Luckily, you agreed. Thank you once again."

You shake your head in refusal. "No, no, I'm glad to help," although you're apprehensive about it, you don't voice your concerns. After all, more socialization has never hurt anyone. Plus, you're curious to see what the new family looks like, as Vaopo's description doesn't paint a clear picture of them.

You leave your cot and follow the same path as earlier, hurrying over the bridge and rounding another left turn past your own room before arriving at your destination. As you approach, your ears pick up murmurs, including the high-pitched tone of an excited child. Taking a deep breath, you step closer. "Excuse me," you say, sticking your head through the entry.

The foreign Na'vis turn to stare at you, and the older male, whom you presume to be the former chieftain, steps forward with a smile. "Please," he says, opening his arms, "come in."

"Thank you," you reply formally as you walk inside.

The first thing that the new family notices is a thick, ugly scar that starts from your shoulder and runs down to your sternum, with your skin pulling at it with each movement. Your skin is the same deep blue as your clanmates and you’re donning elaborate bracelets along your muscular arms. An iridescent stone sits in the middle of your chest, woven into dyed fabric that resembles long flower leaves. Thin threads hold it all together, meeting in the middle of your back and disappearing beneath your long hair. You wear multiple thick threads woven together, stitched in with beads, around your arms, and a dark loincloth and chaps of a similar color around your waist.

"I'm Y/n," you introduce yourself, holding up your arms. "I brought you guys food."

On the other side of the room, you notice a female Na'vi standing next to a teenager with thin braids pushed out of his face. He wears a thick beaded necklace that goes down to the middle of his collarbones. True to your friend's description, they are lighter in color, reminiscent of a sky after the storm. Their ears, chests, and tails are all thinner than your own. Their feline eyes are a vivid green that almost border yellow in the dim wick light.

"Jake Sully," the man introduces himself, wearing a garment around his waist, with thick locks pushed out of his face marred with lithe scars. "And my family," he continues, the others echoing back greetings.

"Thanks, I'm Lo'ak," the boy pipes up and takes the leaf plate from you while reaching for the bowl.

"No problem," you retort and wave him off. "Give me one of the concoction bags. It should have a deep red stripe on it. We need to mix it with this water while it's still hot."

Neytiri takes the bag, opens it, and hands it over to you. You smile at her in thanks and slowly dump the contents inside the bowl. Lo'ak hands you a thin stick with a rounded hollow edge, and you take it. After stirring for a while and seeing the powder completely dissolve, you hand her the utensils, which she promptly accepts and immediately turns around to tend to the boy lying on the floor.

"I'm going to be one of your trainers," you speak up, garnering the entire family's attention. "Though I would like to start once he's cleared of any issues." You glance over to the mother and son.

"Of course," Jake replies. "We've been told that tomorrow there will be a guide."

You nod thoughtfully. "So have I. If the chance arises that you'll need me, you'll find my room behind yours."

Another thing that we don't need," mutters the oldest girl under her breath, wrapping her arms around herself. "I mean, the day has already been tumultuous. We don't need another situation in the middle of the night."

The younger boy snorts, and Jake shoots them a glare. Awkwardly, you glance between the three, not knowing what to reply to ease the tension.

"Uh, I'm going to leave now." Wow, real smooth. Every scholar would grovel at your feet for your vast knowledge of vocabulary and articulation skills. You stiffly scurry towards the entrance and stop abruptly. "Good night," you force out in slight mortification, realizing you’ve almost forgotten your manners. Leaving quickly, your mind tries to convince itself that this interaction isn’t as awkward as you think it is.

You round the corner again and slump against the entrance of your own abode. Reaching into one of the small pouches fastened onto the belt of your loincloth, you take out dark-colored spiky stones and, in quick motions, smash them against each other. Holding them close to the fireposts, the sparks ignite the paste inside and it flames up to life, bathing the surroundings in warm golden light.

Repeating the process with the other post, you tuck the stones back in and enter through the translucent bead curtain into your room.

Ridding yourself of the accessories, you take out another pair and lay them over on the floor for tomorrow. Taking off your ionar, you gaze at it, the colorful transparent material glistening in the low light. The arduous hours you’ve spent shaping it into the perfect shape were endless, but it's a task that anyone has to do for their iknimaya. You had yours a few months ago as you reached your first rotation of adulthood. Though you notice that you haven't mentally changed at all, especially compared to how you were as a child. Sure, you're not as anxious as before, but that doesn't mean that nightmares don't plague you almost every night or that you don't keep throwing looks over your shoulder, feeling stalked by someone or something that is not around.

It's in moments like these, that you miss your parents and wonder how proud your mother would be if she saw your Ionar. How worried your father would be every time you returned from hunting. You shake your head to rid yourself of these depressing thoughts before you start spiraling into another episode and lay down the headpiece.

On the small circular flat table, you find a leaf full of food that someone must have put there. Heartened by the thoughtfulness, you sit down and start eating the food, getting lost in thought and not really thinking of anything.

After finishing up the food in a few bites, you dispose of the leaf into a brown basket that has a flower pattern woven into the sides, and wipe your hands off. You pick up the round table and set it up against the wall before reaching over to take the pillows and blankets and start laying out your bed.

Sitting down, you put out all the small wick lamps but one, which you need for mental security, and pull the thick wool blanket over yourself. Laying on your side, your thoughts race around the Sully's their circumstances, and lastly your own parents. The last image of your father flickers into your mind as you start feeling your eyes grow heavy before falling into a deep slumber.

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A/n: This is just the preface for all that is to come in this story.

-The biome the Na'vis live in, is the tropical grassland biome, on earth, that is the subsaharan part of africa, australia and india. Also tried to research on how realistically they would've evolved without them looking too much like the dire horse clan. which then i came to the conclusion that these new Na'vis are a mix between the tawkami clan and if tropical biome grassland Na'vis were a thing, unlike the tawkami clan though, they live in the open plain lands, though they will have the same spiritual/ scholarly attitude that the former have in the video game.

if you want to know what the grassland Na'vis place look like please click on this ⤑ ''Horizon forbidden west plainsong'' just without the metal plate underneath ,as that is going to be made out of woods and other stuff. though that absolutely does not mean that the Na'vis are wearing the atrocious clothes of the utarus.

don't know if anyone is following the James webb space telescope but did y'all see the exoplanet we found named VHS 1256 b that seems to be a super Jupiter? apparently they found the largest number of molecules methane, carbon monoxide, carbon dioxide water , and silicate sand on it!!! an outer planet!!!!!! even crazier considering that said planet is not even in the goldilocks zone , its about four times farther away from the sun than Pluto is! Its in it early stages, like reeeeal early. though i heard that if you compared it to other exoplanets earth its also relatively young, like if you turn it into a life span's time, it would be 1.50 mins after birth, don't quote me on that tho. kinda fucked up how we managed to fuck up the earth that early in, hm anyways i'm derailing, hope this fic is interesting enough for people to want to continue to read cause i really like the story i came up with :)

Translations

Fnawe'tu : coward

Set hivum : leave now

Uturu : refuge

Oel ngati kameie (ulte ngaru seiyi irayo) : i see you (and i thank you)

Ralke : meaningless, in this fic context used as '' the ones devoid of anything''.

fe'ran: flawed nature

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avocado-writing · 8 months

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Hellooooo! First off, love u bunches you are awesome ❤️ secondly, I will now put this in the request. Either crowley or Azi, or both separately, either way, slow dancing with reader, where like Old Fasioned by Bruno Major is mentioned but not in the actual fic? Just all the fluff bc my heart can’t handle angst atm… K… well… once again, love u, i fan girl over your work 🫡❤️

notes: cute and short one! and MWAH ilu2 💕 pairing: aziraphale x reader

rating: G

Sometimes he lets you put your music on, even though he grumbles and complains, and sometimes, when the outside is gloomy and rainy and the lights in the shop are low, he’ll dance with you to it.

“I feel like you’re trying to imply something with this song,” he mutters, fondly, as Bruno Major’s Old Fashioned gently thrums through the speakers and ricochets around the books. His hand grips one of yours gently, while the other has alighted on your hip. He’s not much of a dancer but can hold you and sway well enough.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” you sigh, happily, and bury your head into his chest. He presses his lips to your crown, an intimacy without quite being a kiss. You think you could stay in his arms forever. You’re safe here, protected from the outside world; though he may not have his wings out to cocoon the two of you in this moment together you feel like you’re the only ones in the world anyway.

Something occurs to you, and it must make you pause for just a second, because Aziraphale notices.

“Darling?”

“Sorry, it just occurred to me that you don’t have a heartbeat. It’s very strange is all,” you hum, though snuggle into him deeper so that he doesn’t think you have an issue with it. It’s just something you’ve noticed. It’s hard to ignore something so biological when you’re aware of your own one thumping in your chest, pumping the blood which is allowing your cheeks to warm up.

“Ah, I see. Hmm, hang on.”

His hand leaves yours for a moment to pull something downwards from the air, something you can’t see, and suddenly you begin to hear it - the very obvious ba-thump ba-thump in his chest. It’s a beautiful rhythm, in time to the song, and your eyes grow wide. He’s smiling when you look up at him.

“Oh, Aziraphale. It’s lovely.”

“Anything for you, my darling,” he whispers, and presses his lips to yours for a welcome kiss.

taglist: @angiestopit@dazed-soul @@foolishprincipalitee@smile-eywa@staygoldsquatchling02@underratedboogeyman@cool-ontherun-world@emilynissangtr@cool-iguana@this--is--music @ilyatan @lxsm2@clarina04@wtfhasmy-lifecometo@mrgatotortuga@wereallbrokenangels @night-affiliate @silcosmoke@kimqueenofhell@chewbrry @bajablast23 @h3k3t@am-i-obsessed---maybe

#aziraphale x reader #request #michael sheen x reader

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mageofseven · 11 months

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MC Talking about Trauma they Experienced (Luce, Dia, Satan, Beel & Belphie)

Edit: this has been in my drafts for a while now. I started this one day when my depression was really bad and this was actually very therapeutic to write.

However, I got super emotionally exhausted from it and sort of abandoned it and since then, I've been debating whether to finish it, delete it, or post it as is.

After some thinking, I decided to add another character or so to the post and then post it.

Please, please check the trigger warnings below and do not read anything you can't handle.

Please protect yourself and always check for trigger warnings.

Now everything below this message is what I wrote originally that night.

Stay safe and if you do still read this, thank you for your time!~

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I wanted to write this because it's been on my mind; I'm autistic so I tend to have zero filter and over share things, but often in a nonchalant way, like I'm telling you about a cat I saw outside and not about things I talk to my therapist about on a weekly basis.

Basically, this is a post where MC shares bad memories (whether in an upset or nonchalant way) and we see how the Boys react.

So like, angst ahead, but the kind that might hit too close to home for some people.

I'll keep it all below the cut so you don't have to read anything potentially triggering for you if don't want to.

TW: physical abuse, emotional manipulation, child abuse, alcoholism, parents with anger issues

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Lucifer:

"MC, we're not having that for dinner for the 4th night this week."

"But...what will I eat then?"

The man sighed.

"I don't know. I'll have to figure something out." He told them. "Honestly, meal planning would be a lot easier without your food sensitivities."

The human stared into space, mind seemingly far away.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow before stepping closer.

"MC? Is something wrong, Love?"

"I'm remembering the time my mom slapped me on the face at a community barbeque in front of everyone there because she wasted money on buying me a ticket for an event without any food I could eat; I ran away and hid so I could cry and hyperventilate without people judging me."

His eyes widened.

"When did this happen?"

The human shrugged.

"I dunno. A few years back." They guessed. "I didn't get to have any food at all that day because my mom was so mad at me."

Lucifer took their hand and squeezed it.

"Well, you aren't with your mother anymore." The man smiled bitterly before adding. "I suppose we could just order pizza for tomorrow's dinner."

"No peppers? No olives?" The human asked, surprised.

"No peppers, no olives." He nodded.

"No iguana eyes? No anglerfish lantern?"

"None." He promised, despite knowing Beel's disappointment at the last two toppings not being on the pizza.

MC smiled and squeeze their boyfriend's hand back.

"Thank ya, Luce~"

The man's smile became softer.

He made a mental note to ask for Barbatos' help with finding more foods his Love can eat, but for now, the demon just didn't want MC thinking back on such horrible memories.

Like always, Luce just wanted to treat his Love how they deserved and not how they've always been treated.

Diavolo:

The two were discussing the prince's relationship with his currently deep-slumbering father.

It wasn't a topic Dia liked to speak about, but as his relationship with MC deepened, he found himself confiding in her with things he used to avoid discussing.

"...so in fairness, maybe we were never going to be close, considering the circumstances."

MC looked away, tears in their eyes.

"My Queen..." Diavolo brought his hand to their cheek. "Forgive me, I didn't mean to upset you with this."

MC shook their head.

"No, its not you." They told their boyfriend. "I just...I kinda relate in a a way..."

The prince brought the human into arms before kisskng their forehead.

"I can tell you have something in mind to share; you can share it with me."

MC was quiet for a moment before nodding.

"Once when I was a kid, we had a speaker come to class to teach us about child abuse. They handed out these pamphlets and explained to us that if our parents do any of the stuff that we talked about that day then we could call a number in the pamphlet..."

The demon tightened his embrace around them, not liking where this story was headed.

"I...I remember learning that a lot of stuff my parents did to me and my siblings was bad," They continued. "So I went home and told my parents that a speaker came to school and he told me that if they keep doing bad things and mistreat me that I could call the number on the paper..."

The human's tears fell down their cheeks, followed by Dia kissing them away.

"My Queen..."

"Ya know what they said to me?" They asked rhetorically. "They said 'Do it. I dare you'. Told me those people would take me and my siblings away, put us in foster care and split us up. That I would never see them or my brother or sister or my grandparents or anyone that I loved ever again...and told me they wouldn't even care, that they could just 'make another just like me' and that I would be responsible for my siblings' and my own suffering while my parents would just be happy to get rid of me."

The prince pulled MC into a tighter embrace as they cried.

"I wanted a good relationship with my parents so badly, but how do you become close with people who tell you at such a young age that you are replaceable and a burden they didn't even want?"

"You don't." He said softly in their ear as he stroked their hair. "Your parents were miserable people who never deserved having you as their child; they made sure of that."

The man leaned back to look them in the eyes.

"My Queen...I'm sorry you went through that. Please remember that you didn't deserve it though."

MC nodded.

"I...I know. Logically anyway...but it doesn't feel true, ya know?"

"Oh MC..."

Diavolo took the rest of the day off work, regardless of any urges or reminders from Barbatos.

This man wanted so desperately to comfort his beloved and heal the hole in her heart.

Still, the man knew there was not much he could do for the latter; this was just something his Queen had to work through on their own.

That wasn't going to stop this man from showering them love and reminding them just how perfect and sweet they are to him.

Satan:

Satan had gotten into an argument with Lucifer, resulting in one of his fits of rage.

They were so rare now of days; this was essentially the oldest bringing up the wrong thing at the wrong time and pushed it too far

Causing Satan to destroy half of the living room and the two 'brothers' screaming at one another.

This went on for a while till the two men noticed the human in the corner hyperventilating.

That knocked the blonde out of his anger real quick as he raced to their side.

Lucifer allowed the argument to pause for now, considering the human's condition, and so left them be.

Eventually, MC calmed down enough and launched themself into their boyfriend's arms.

"I'm sorry..." He spoke softly into their ear. "I shouldn't have lost control like that...especially in front of you."

MC shook their head within his arms before sniffling.

"It's not you..." They mumbled. "When the crashing started...I-I just...I didn't see you...I didn't see House of Lamentation..."

"What do you mean, Kitten?" He stroked their hair before pulling back to meet their eyes.

"I...I was in my head." They explained. "It reminded me of a time when I was a kid...my dad was drunk and got angry at my little brother. I...didn't see what happened, but I heard curses and crashes and my brother begging him to stop...and I didn't save him. I didn't save him. I hid in the kitchen and sobbed with my arms over my head, begging for him to stop in my mind but not being able move or even speak..."

"Kitten..." Satan hugged them tightly to his chest again. "You're not there; you're here with me and you're safe."

"But my brother--"

"You would have just gotten hurt too." He told them. "You were a child just trying to to survive. It's not your fault."

"But--"

"It's not your fault." He repeated.

This time, the human just closed their eyes and hung their head.

Satan picked them up and carried the human to their room; the...scare, I guess you could call it, had really tired his partner out.

He laid his Kitten on their bed and kissed their forehead.

Satan vowed to never himself lose control in front of them ever again.

Even if this time it had less to do with what he did and more about something they experienced long ago, the wrath demon needed to keep himself in check so he never brought such bad memories to his Kitten's head again.

Beel & Belphie:

The human went on a walk with the twins and, as per usual, Beel made a stop at Madam Screams to get a few dozen pastries.

Beel carried all of the bags of sweets himself and, no matter how often MC saw him carry so much food and never drop any of it, it still amazed the human.

"Dang, that's even more than yesterday..." Belphie commented. "Did you already spend all of your grimm this month?"

"Almost." The gluttony shrugged, still not dropping a single bag.

Suddenly, MC's steps slowed till they were frozen in place.

"-C? MC?" Belphie called to them.

The human slowly raised their gaze up at the men.

"You okay, Muffin?" Beel asked, concern evident on his face.

MC nodded.

"I was remembering one of the fights my parents had when I was a little kid." They explained calmly. "My dad spent over a $1,000 at the bar in a week 'cause he kept buying his friends drinks. Mama told him that he can't keep doing that because they were barely able to put food on the table as things were; Dad yelled at her for telling him what to do and Mom yelled back that she hopes he ends up dead in a ditch somewhere--what?"

The human was genuinely confused by the two demons, who stared at her with a mix of shock and pity.

Belphie shook his head.

"Let's just get home, butthead."

And with that, both twins wrapped an arm around them protectively

Causing Beel to drop two of his bags.

Still, the tallest demon never looked back as he and his brother took their human home, a place where hopefully better memories will come to their mind.

#obey me #obey me otome #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #TRIGGER WARNING #pleass be careful #⚠️

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mvniro · 4 months

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. . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, MY HIGH TIME ; a nakahara chuuya fic. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . i can't say no to my hoes, here's your daily dose. woah, I've bars.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, older brother's bestfriend!chuuya, chuuya gets pussy drunk, public sex at night, oral (female receving), angst, fluff, chuuya eats you out and makes you cum two times, swear words, chuuya can't be a brat tamer as he loves you too much for that, indirect confession if you squint, and that's all i can remember tbh.

the drug if once injected into the system, leaves its reminants in the blood stream and the back of the mind and most of the time, when the addiction is too strong for one to shurg it off as a casual habit, that's when dread sets it.

following the dread is anger which resides inside one's body along with frustration on their own self.

you are no different.

you shrug before looking down at the bowl of sliced fruits on your lap again to try and ignore your brother and the way he is still teasing you for something that happened a week ago ; on your day of arrival when you had to hide in chuuya's room where one thing led to another and after being so deep into each other, the moment you laid on his bed after letting him give you a bath, you and chuuya went to being strangers as if the touches and sounds of each other doesn't still linger in your brains for everytime you two saw each other, it ended up with both of your hands being on each other's bodies before chuuya ultimately decided to avoid interacting with you at all costs and he succeeded mostly, except for times like meals and whenever your brother wanted to spend time with you.

chuuya must be really good at ignoring people and acting as if he is oblivious or else how can you explain him not noticing your lingering stares at him, the way you try to initiate a conversation with him only for him to shut you down with quick replies.

you gave up soon, opting to ignore him as well but only if you could see the way chuuya would nervously gulp everytime his eyes fell on your lips as you talked and immediately his desire and attraction asked his mind only one question ; what would happen if he had your lips wrapped around the length of his cock?

"i was the one drunk out of my mind yet you were the one sleeping like a baby. do you know how many times i tried calling you, moron?" your brother grinned and as you were looking down, you missed the way chuuya cocked an eyebrow as he stared at your brother and wondered why the man is making such lame jokes.

"you called me as well." chuuya reminded and you finally looked up, the deep voice of the man which even at normal times felt extremely seductive due to the raspy edge it has had you quickly gulping as you shoved a piece of sliced strawberry into your mouth to refrain yourself from smiling or biting your lip, your heart giddy and beating fast at his voice.

your brother took notice of your behavior before he looked at chuuya who sat on the armchair comfortably, his legs spread apart and head tilted while you and your brother sat on the two seater sofa.

he shrugged it off however and ran a hand through his hair as he groaned upon remembering the memories of that night and the way chuuya, in his words, 'bailed' on him at a time of crisis.

"iguana. was all over me. apparently she wanted to hook me up with her homewrecker bestfriend --"

"wait, what? homewrecker?" chuuya raised both of his eyebrows up and his eyes trailed over to you to see you shove slice after slice of strawberries into your mouth and the sight of your puffed out cheeks as you chewed on the strawberries with wide eyes (you were internally screaming at yourself to get a grip at your emotions) had quite a strong effect on chuuya who felt his cheeks heating up and suddenly the images of your naked body on top of his as you begged him for another round resurfaced from whatever pits he buried them in.

chuuya sat straight and adjusted himself on the armchair.

"yeah, that girl who always used to have a switch in personality infront of akutagawa and his bestfriend's boyfriend?" your brother tells as he waits for chuuya to realise who he is talking about, your brother spares you a short glance and smiled at the way you seemed content with the strawberries. good thing he decided to buy them during his grocery trip earlier today.

you glance at chuuya while pushing another piece of strawberry into your mouth and a bit of the strawberry juice fell out of the side of your lips and chuuya who had been sneaking glances at you more often then he should in the presence of your brother, leaned forwards to swipe the trickling down juice with the pad of his thumb. as he leaned back on his chair, chuuya subconsciously brought his thumb to his lips to lick the juice and you immediately looked away, shyly and quite hot and bothered.

"heard akutagawa's bestfriend broke up with the bastard." chuuya looked at your brother for confirmation and he nodded, seemingly not having noticed the short exchange between you and chuuya as the movie playing on the tv kept on grabbing his attention every few minutes.

"the bastard cheated on her with homewrecker. so anyways, iguana wanted to set me up with homewrecker and i had to make a excuse on the spot and that's where you . . . well you were supposed to be my savior bastard." your brother paused to glare at chuuya who shrugged and muttered, "i was busy."

"what the fuck were you even doing that you didn't pick my call twice?" your brother scoffed and you awkwardly chewed as you stared at the movie but no matter how much you tried to focus on it, you would be reminded of what (or who) chuuya was doing that night and as good as it feels to remember his hands greedily groping your ass, the bitter taste of knowing what you did to the person your brother trusts and said person feeling the same guilt to the point he is ignoring you now mostly, leaves a bitter taste on the tip of your tongue.

chuuya didn't answer and instead he tilted his head and pretended as if he was thinking before he smirked, "busy ignoring your calls bitchass."

"you think you are so funny, aren't you?" your brother sarcastically smiled before taking the cushion which was on your lap and throwing it at chuuya's face and his smile turned triumphant when the cushion hitted chuuya exactly square on his face.

"hey!" you scoff at your brother but curl your toes as you see chuuya lean near you and offer the cushion back to you, you glanced at your brother to see him watching the movie playing on the tv as another intresting scene seemed to catch his attention.

now a very big part of you wants to embarass and make a fool out of him for ignoring you for so long and that's what you do, you turn your head away and chuuya chuckled silently as he muttered, "what a brat."

chuuya never had the chance to see you act like a brat as your brother claims you to be because you were always such a sweetheart to him so to see you ignore him for the first time certainly has certain feelings bubbling into his chest and the one that dominates the rest is the absolute raw urge to bend you over and fuck that sudden attitude out of you.

but he can't as your brother is here so he does the other thing he is exceptionally good at and that's being a tease.

from your peripheral vision, you saw chuuya take the cushion and place it on his lap like how it was on your's moments ago but what seemed to make you smirk in amusement and satisfaction was when chuuya traced the edge of the cushion with his index finger before bringing it towards his lips and toying with his bottom lip.

"shameless man." you mumble to mock chuuya and he understood the reasoning behind those words uttered. and oh, did it make him gulp his arousal when the man was reminded of why he is avoiding you in the first place. when chuuya's eyes found your face again, you were looking at your brother again and this resulted in chuuya to chew on his bottom lip.

annoyance and a neediness crawled into him. he wanted you to look at him. so why aren't you? he is fairly good at not giving a shit to people ignoring him but not when you are the one doing so. so cue to chuuya who huffed with the biggest pout on his lips as he glared at the cushion on his lap with furrowed eyebrows.

"your dumbass didn't explain why you called chuuya though." you remind your brother and he blinked, "huh?" before he sighed and quickly told as if he couldn't bother to spare you more then a minute of his time at most,

"wanted him to pretend to be my girlfriend."

you opened your mouth but closed it, nodding as you knew you wouldn't be getting a response from him anymore.

"get a girlfriend for fucks sake then?" chuuya grumbled, not bothering to pretend to be fine as he wanted you to know the absolute despair you are putting him through but when you didn't as much as glance at him, chuuya felt what a addict would feel when they don't have any more substance to divulge into.

panick. dread.

"you fucker." chuuya seethed through gritted teeth as he scrunched his nose in disgust but truly, the anger expressed was felt as chuuya needed to blame someone for the way he is feeling as if things are going downhill between you two and chuuya didn't want to blame himself because the restrictions are hindering him from doing what he would've done ages ago if you didn't share such a relationship (of being the younger sibling) with your brother.

"yes i fuck. want to try me?" your brother waves the red head off and didn't particularly pay him any attention.

you snickered and chuuya smirked in annoyance, everything is so frustrating for him right now. he is worried and he doesn't know what to do to make things better but he just wants things to get better and work in his favor ; which directly indirectly implies that the vessel of patience broke.

even the most rational of minds would have one moment when their patience snaps and they are forced to take a impulsive decision.

"no but i will fuck your sister." the words uttered were spoken with the purpose of lulling you into the arms of the man whose seduction should be labeled as dangerous for how well he is at it even if he doesn't consciously mean to appear as so.

you cough before sneakily looking at your brother's reaction who tilted his head and glared at chuuya, the lone piercing he had on his right ear had a dangling earing on it and as the lights reflected down on the silver accessory, it made him appear more vicious then ever.

you may have gulped nervously but chuuya didn't, he continued to stare into your brother's eyes with an equally serious expression on his face and the tension this never ending staring contest is emitting is making your palms clammy.

"i see, you sister fucker." your brother narrowed his eyes and so did the anxiety growing inside you as you quietly released a breath.

"you are a mother fucker."

"mhm, i fucked your mother."

and you blinked at how easily the two went back to pretending as if tension wasn't begging to break through the surface ; you.

you were the surface and that was made clear once you left to sleep (you share one room with your brother due to the house sporting only two actual bedrooms).

and chuuya finally understood that your brother saw everything but pretended not to. how can he not when it's so obvious to see the panick in chuuya's eyes as his eyes followed your leaving form with a longing and what is he supposed to do with the epiphany of knowing his best friend is very much in love with his younger sister?

the two males sat in a uncomfortable silence for the very first time in their lives for they have had moments of unbearable silence between them but none felt uncomfortable to this level as it felt almost like the silence is playing with the thin layer of pretence until it broke finally.

"did you?" your brother muttered and even if chuuya could see him stare at the tv screen, he knew your brother wasn't actually watching the movie for the way your brother's hardened gaze was trying to intimidate the screen, chuuya knew he (your brother) was trying and racking his brain for possible solutions to deal with this sudden revelation.

"who knows? you tell me, am i?" chuuya leaned back on the armchair as he ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes.

so it had finally came down to this and that too by chuuya's own hands.

"you look like a lovesick fool -- which is disgusting by the way." your brother scoffed under his breath and stood up to make a quick trip to the kitchen and grab what would be the push the two needed.

chuuya opened his eyes to see your brother offering him a can of beer and he sighed, taking it.

"man i honestly don't know how to react and shit." your brother began and chuuya only listened as he opened the can and brought it to his lips. his shoulders relaxed as the cold liquid flowed down his throat.

but the beer proved to be of no great assistance when all it did was make your brother turn a blind eye to his problems and lull him towards a temporary fabricated and secluded tranquility and made his eyes heavy like how chuuya's heart was as it dawned upon him the feeling of dread and trepidation.

"seriously? this is why you can never trust this bastard with alcohol or even fucking beer." chuuya scoffed under his breath as he stood up to pick both of the beer cans and walked over to the kitchen to throw them in the trash can. during his task, he came across the washed bowl which you previously used to eat strawberries from and he sighed through his nose before a hopeless smile broke on chuuya's lips.

the epiphany of falling down the edges of his sanity and into the dark water made from the strongest narcotic substance and that is love.

it tangles you in its branches and makes it hard and extremely tricky to get out of it or to even think of a solution to tackle this feeling.

chuuya groaned under his breath before he hoisted the man up his back, "fucking siblings." he muttered as he began to walk towards the staircase.

and if you manage to find a way to escape the clutches of what is called as love but truly is an addiction if done in an immature and naive fashion. what is meant by this is the man would begin to miss the feeling of the vine like arms of love squeezing his body but that gesture seemed to provide the man with warmth. and this is why young brains are more prone to fall for the disillusion of addiction being love, toxicity being healthy possession.

chuuya opened the door by pushing on the door handle and entered but due to the newly made adjustment of you having to stay with your brother due to there not being a room for you, chuuya entered the moment you were changing.

the current predicament had chuuya's heart to be alert and inform every cell in his body of your presence and the way his body reacted to the sight of you with your top halfway over your head that revealed your bra and stomach -- was by his skin being littered by goosebumps.

you immediately pull down the cloth over your body again and watch chuuya lay your brother down on the bed before he slowly looked at you again, rubbing his neck awkwardly.

"don't you know it's rude to stand infront of someone after ignoring said person for a whole week." your voice reached his ears.

oh lord, chuuya couldn't stop the love strucken smile spreading on his face as the fact that your voice and words even if they were meant as a jab, were directly meant for him and only him.

how can a few hours of being ignored make chuuya so desperate?

drugs sure are strange and seductively dangerous, aren't they?

perhaps they were created because man was growing too strong and he needed to be reminded that even a mere substance can make him bend and forget his realities.

"your brother is an idiot but i am a bigger idiot then him." were the words that greeted you but didn't invite you to see what is going on in chuuya's mind and in his heart.

you tilted your head, none of you two moved till the heartbeat in chuuya's body got too violent to be ignored and he took the first step forwards, towards you.

"you asked me to choose right? loyalty or love?" chuuya continued but you did not understand where he is going with this so you settled with nodding unsurely.

"i needed time to think about it. to ignore you was a mistake on my part but i don't regret it." chuuya stopped infront of you and if there is one thing above the rest that should be admired the most about him then it should be his ability to hold eye contact and just show the person he is talking to about his exact emotions running through him at the moment.

the red haired raised his hand to run his knuckles through your cheek and you shuddered upon feeling his touch after a week and especially after feeling it so intimately.

"fuck, your brother will kill me if he knows what i am doing to you." chuuya sighed fondly before he continued,

"because what couldn't be decided even in a week was made clear in just an hour when you blatantly ignored me -- okay that was my fault and i am a bastard for ignoring you so will you let me make it up to you?" spoken under one breath were the words which revealed the fragility of this man but you were more hurt and you were going to show it to him.

"i don't know if that's a good idea --" your words were stuck in your throat by the man infront of you stepping forwards and clasping his fingers around your forearm to pull you forwards.

your chest bumped into his and your heart almost flipped down to your stomach in surprise and giddy excitement.

"i will make sure you don't regret your time. please?" chuuya tilted his head and once again began to trail his knuckles down your cheeks and towards your throat.

his free hand was by his side yet it shook as it resisted the urge to grab your waist.

"are you -- are you -- you know . . . asking me out on a date?" you stammered as his hand went down your collarbones, you could feel his cold skin touching the area below your collarbones like a snake slithering before it went even lower to play with the edges of your top's neckline.

"consider it one but i swear the real one would be better." he spoke with such exasperation that it made you melt at his pitiful state. eyebrows were scrunched together as he gazed at you like a hungry man looks at those who help him.

but you gulped and were about to shake your head to reject his proposal but how could you when the man who commands seduction traced his fingers up and down the length of your arm.

your knees wobbled under his intense stare and bumped into his as you felt the gravity supporting you play a trick on you or maybe it was your brain who weakened under his stare.

"when?" you try to breath out your nervousness but to no avail as the red head extended his same hand of temptation to carass the small of your back as he leaned down to have his nose graze the curve of your jaw.

many emotions felt by humans happen on a impulse and before said human can realise what situation he weaved, he is already moving through the course of time and paying the role his fate has written for him.

chuuya's sudden panick, desperation and feeling of loneliness and dreadful thoughts can fall under the same category and it is safer to leave his intentions as a result of his epiphany and overwhelmingly strong and overpowering emotions and feelings. to go and try to understand his every action will only be a waste of time because this probability is a small percent or fraction of one percent of chance which he decided to take at this exact second and minute. so to simply put it, the surroundings, his own mental state and feelings and the course of events which flowed out lead him to have this realization and grasp the chance which he craved out himself as the one already presented to him would've been on the following dawn after the night you two spend. he deliberately allowed that chance to slip through his fingers.

and chuuya nakahara was never taught how to handle emotions. for how can he of all feel emotions?

the one who can't distinguish pain from love will always welcome pain with opened arms.

and nakahara was never the first choice so when he found a person ; your brother, who holds him with with importance, chuuya doesn't want to let go of this.

but now love is tearing him and love is making him feel. this makes him panick. this makes him desperate to be quick to make a move.

but this is all just a waste of time -- chuuya doesn't want to understand the meaning of his intentions and feelings and would rather want to go with the flow and swim in his feelings.

after all, no one is a better fraud then he is. confidence is nothing but a mirage he makes everyone believe and the worth to actually have someone to call his own, his lover, is something chuuya is afraid of.

for love is followed by pain and pain is followed by despair.

and he who can not distinguish his fears from his desire can never distinguish pain from love but he did, now. albeit forcefully but he did.

"tomorrow? night?" he murmured against your skin and the man felt drunk yet sober enough. drunk on the feeling of your skin on his, sober enough to relish the sensation. he began to mark your jaw with small and quick pecks. they felt tingly and unfairly short for shouldn't his lips linger on your skin long enough to leave marks?

you do not speak for the inability to speak in a stable tone is not within your limits now. you only hum but even that sounded shaky -- and you only realise it after you feel chuuya's lips spread in a small smile.

"can i kiss you?" chuuya whispered as he raised his eyes to peek up at you while he still continued to peck your jaw and as you lowered your eyes to look at him with your eyes half lidded as they threatened to close due to his lips on your skin and the hormones and emotions it's stimulating, chuuya nakahara became the most humane when he forgot how to breath and what an irony is this that the red head felt the most human and most comfortable in his skin at the moment when he is unable to respire which is fundamental for a human's survival.

no. respiration makes one another animal on this planet, another chordate and another mammal but feeling this sweet emotion, feeling flowers bloom inside his body and feeling optimistic that perhaps a small percentage of things working out in his favor exists, this is what makes one human. no?

after all is human not he who has humanity? and what is humanity if not respect and love for everything? but what is a real human and not a facade of one if he doesn't feel despair?

after despair and pain only does happiness come and he who did not taste despair is unfortunately and will always be unaware of the real taste of joy.

"my brother is passed out just behind you. you are taking advantage of the situation. are you not?" you manage to smile yet it only added more to make your lust for the man available.

chuuya stood straight and leaned near you with one of his arms wrapping around your shoulder as the fingers of said arm gently flicked your cheek and he tilted his head before he smirked, "i have always been an opportunist after all, so . . . may i?"

"can you?" you throw the question back at him, growing flustured under his direct stare.

"i am sure i can." he muttered, leaning closer to your lips but he did it so excruciatingly slowly that it made you want to push him forwards in hopes of showing the same desperation that you are feeling.

"then why don't you?" you whisper and it's a miracle how rapidly your eyes focus on his lips before focusing on his eyes and vice versa. your heart beat is the declaration to your brain that perhaps you can never be mad at chuuya no matter what he does and that's terrifying.

"because i am scared of not being able to stop once i begin." chuuya whispered and the proximity between you two made it so his breath could hit your lips and that was it.

the thread of patience began to stretch when he began to ignore you. it stretched and stretched till it was barely hanging on and now it snapped.

you grab his shirt to pull him closer as you place your lips against his and almost immediately, chuuya wrapped both of his arms around you to pull you closer.

chuuya missed the feeling of his lips moving against your's, the way just a tap on the small of your back was all he needed for you to get the signal and part your lips to allow his tongue inside.

he forced you to take a step backwards while his tongue teased your own with a a feather like, almost barely existent lick which made your knees to shake once and you were sure you would've fell on your knees had it not been for the red head whose hand went behind your thigh to grab it and force you to keep standing.

the moment he pulls back slightly to let you two catch your breaths, you run your hand through his hair before grabbing his roots to tilt his head down so you could capture his lips in your's again. you parted your lips after he gently bit down on your bottom lip before he licked it to soothe the pain.

chuuya continued to make you walk backwards till the back of your knee hits the edge of your bed and you fall on it with him.

his hand carassed your jaw while the other sneaked up from behind your thigh to grab your hand.

when you two separated again, you were panting as you stared at chuuya on top of you who brought your hand near his lips -- his cheeks were coated with a light blush as he too tried to grasp whatever oxygen he could around him.

chuuya began by kissing your knuckles before he continued his trail of kisses down the length of your arm, staring from your wrist which he gently bit on to leave a small mark, towards your elbow and forearm before his lips were on your shoulder.

he pulled down on your top to give him access to your skin and your breath hitched when he raised his eyes to stare at you while kissing your shoulder.

but before he could go on any further, the vibration in his back pocket caused due to his phone and chuuya cursed under his breath. planting one hand beside your head to support his leaning body, his other hand reached into his backpocket to take his phone out and accept the call and as he talked, chuuya looked down at you with a apologetic smile.

"your phone is a real cockblocker." you teased his as soon as he ended the call. he hummed before he leaned down to peck your lips.

"isn't it?" he muttered as he leaned up to look at your face again and it looked as if he wanted to speak something, to confess something, to reveal something but he dared not to in the confinements of the four walls and the one sided company of your passed out brother.

chuuya sat up on top of you, his legs straddling your thighs as he ran a hand through his head before he glanced at the time on his phone which showed it is currently past midnight.

it's not ideal but when has he ever been ideal?

he isn't ideal but desirable and the forbidden which a lost soul searches for.

he extended his hand towards you and you blinked, "pardon?" you muttered and watch how the ends of his lips get curled into a somewhat embarassed boyish grin.

"i might have to change up our plans for tomorrow. got a call from my professor, ya know, extra classes and stuff? oh doll, why is everyone so adamant on making my life more harder, hmm?" chuuya muttered and as you placed your hand on top of his, he brought it to his face to nuzzle his cheek against your palm.

soon you found you are not in a position to ever refuse chuuya but perhaps you knew it all along and never just actually realized the depth of this habit.

you also found that your assumption of chuuya being the calm headed of the two (him and your brother) was incorrect as who in their right mind would take someone to the nearest park after midnight, when not another soul, not even guards are present?

but maybe you loved the thrill chuuya brought along with him as much as you loved chuuya himself so you didn't point out the abrupt and sudden 'date'. you walked extremely close to the redhead as you kept on clinging onto his arm in fear of anything unordinary popping out of thin air to scare you.

the night time, despite your childish terror, is peaceful and still. to be able to walk next to chuuya here as the silence of the air makes it easier for you to hear his footsteps, the shuffle of his clothes and limbs and the way he is humming a tune -- it's all as audible as your own heart beating for you.

"how are you academically?" you asked in hopes of starting a conversation and start a conversion it did.

chuuya's bottom lip unconsciously jutted out a bit as he pondered hard over the question, he looked adorable if you must admit.

"i guess a bit above average?" he finally answered after thinking for so long and even if chuuya is a guy who wears confidence as his perfume, his confidence always carried a pleasant fragrance and not a overbearing and suffocating one.

"you are too humble, aren't you?" you smile before you hummed, looking down at the path you two walked on and focusing on how your skirt (you had pulled out an outfit at the last minute since you refused to go out with chuuya under-dressed, even if said outing is just a walk into the nearest park) brushed against your thighs each time you raised your legs to walk.

"not really. i . . i used to be really sharp in studies in my first year and so but since this year, i don't perform as good as i used to." there was a short moment of distraction caused by the wind blowing which made you shudder and shift close to chuuya, the action done in such a way that the back of your thigh barely grazed his crotch.

"really? why?" you look at him as you tilted your head in a way to study him and find the reason behind his decrease in performance.

and something about the way you stared at chuuya with eyes holding nothing but fondness for him had chuuya gulping, not in panick or nervousness, but rather to gulp down his own nearly bursting feelings and desires.

"c'mere doll," chuuya grabbed the curve of your waist to pull you towards the nearest bench and made you sit next to him, the action causing you to bite your lip as even his mere touch still felt like the touch of a celestial entity. in the sense that one touch is enough to ignite your skin.

chuuya's arm was streched behind you on the bench as he looked at you, the other hand raising to carass your jaw as he explained his reasoning, "everyone is broke unless you are from a rich family and many people find . . . unusual alternatives to earn money fast, i did too. a friend of mine once took me to an underground racing side show. got interested and now that's how i earn."

"through illegal means?" you raised your eyebrows at the revelation as your eyes casted downwards to watch how delicately the tip of his nail of his index finger grazed your skin and as much as it felt ticklish, it felt just as satisfying.

"what's a little harm in breaking rules every now and then?" maybe it's the drop in the temperature or just in octaves of his voice but whatever the reason may be, you shuddered. you raised your eyes to look at his face again and oh, has any man ever lived after staring right at him who is a dangerous seduction or are you an exception because you caught on the softness at the edges of his otherwise seductive eyes.

"honestly don't think you are much of a rule breaker chu." you teased but your words were meant to rile him up even in the slightest to see if he would react in a way which would satisfy you and your ever growing desires.

"what makes you think so?" he raised his eyebrows in amusement, his light and barely there touch on your cheek now turned into his index finger tracing along your neck and towards your collarbone.

"you seem to be afraid of my brother." you grinned a bit and tried not to focus on how frequently his action is making you gulp, you were afraid of clenching your thighs together but every time you feel your wet core clench against nothing, you were becoming more and more aware of your growing lust.

"what makes you think that little doll?" chuuya smirked as he taunted you and you found it hard to resist smiling as you leaned a bit near him, your forearm brushing against his arm and for a moment that stole chuuya's attention, when he looked back at you again, he saw you grinning smugly.

"because my brother can kick your ass." you tease and chuuya raised one of his eyebrows in sheer amusement before he jabbed his thumb in his direction.

"you think your brother can beat me? chuuya nakahara?" he scoffed but it was all meant in a playful fashion and you nodded.

you were nervous but you still pushed forwards to grab his thumb which was still pointed at himself before you placed it on the space between both your collarbones and slowly began to drag it down. your eyes was on his face and you watched him bite down on his bottom lip slightly as his eyes trailed down to follow your hand guiding his thumb down your chest.

chuuya grinned smugly and bended his thumb when the pad of his thumb came in contact with your top, the action of his causing your top to be pulled down enough to reveal your bra to him.

"what makes you think your brother can kick my ass?" he asked in a low and gravelly tone, raising his eyes to stare at you again as the smirk on his lips was hard to get rid off. he just found you and your assumption to be quite adorable.

"isn't the reason of you not making any move on me not enough for me to think so? with the way you've been acting chuuya, i really doubt my assumptions are wrong. you are scared of my brother." you giggle as you stare at him a bit arrogantly but that did not lasted long as chuuya raised his hand which was pulling down on your top just a few seconds ago to grab your jaw and pull your face towards his, the smirk on his face glinted with danger.

"you really think that?" he asked for the last time under the witness of the few stars twinkling in the sky, the moon not to be seen anywhere and maybe that's why the lamp lights on the park flushed their light down at you two in humiliation of not doing a job as good as the natural celestial body does.

you flushed too, legs clenched shut as your chest heaved upon feeling chuuya's breath hit your lips before you nodded.

chuuya was selfless but you weren't, not in this sense atleast. you wanted him and if he did too then why not push him over the edge?

"i can almost imagine how adorable you will look once i prove you wrong." danger is he, and danced with danger, you did.

"go on, prove it then." you challenged and this is the final pedestal you will place chuuya on if he could keep on his word to make it up or not.

and when has chuuya ever disappointed someone?

"if you say so." he hastily mumbled before placing his lips on your's again and immediately you felt his hot breath moving past the security of your lips to enter your mouth and make you let out a pant, your hands tried to grab at his jacket but the hand which was behind you and on the bench, suddenly found itself holding both of your wrists on your lap, on top of your pubis mound.

chuuya's teeth clashed against your own as he continued his assault on your lips but it wasn't the way he sucked on your tongue that had you whining but the hand which was holding both of your wrists as he pushed your wrists down on your pubis mound and you felt the slightest of pleasure.

your legs parted and chuuya tugged your wrists even lower before stopping when they finally rested on top of where your clit is. he presses your wrists down on your clit to stimulate a weak pleasure before lifting your wrists for a few seconds so the pleasure could disappear completely before pressing your wrists down again.

he separated his lips from yours forcefully to allow both of you to breath before he leaned in again.

this action of your wrists pressed down on your cunt had you digging your nails in your palm as you felt your mind going insane, you felt annoyed and bothered by his teasing and wanted him to do more to you already but he didn't. and so you bit down on his bottom lip but that just earned a moan from him as chuuya adjusted himself to lower his upper body a bit so he could be in line with your lips and he pushed his tongue against your lower lip again as if telling you to bite his lip again.

you found it fascinating how easily you always gave in to him. your teeth gently sinked onto his plush lip again and he whined out, gasping slightly at the newfound pleasure his body is feeling.

he once again broke the kiss but everytime he did to give you time to breathe, he returned to kiss you with just as much passion as the very first time.

you feel yourself growing flush but the embarrassment isn't enough to overcome your arousal and so, despite the shame you felt, you began to hump at your wrists in attempts to feel some kind of friction against your clothed cunt, palms formed into fists as you tried to find an angle where your lips would hit against your knuckles to produce some kind of fiction.

the pleasure did came but only twice and with the amount of effort you put inside to feel it, the pleasure didn't feel rewarding enough and when chuuya noticed your hips stop as you didn't hump against your fists and he stopped holding your jaw and instead, planted his hand to grip on the back of the bench as he slowly climbed on top of you while trying his best to not break from the kiss.

his knees were pressed against the bench and if he tried to close his legs, he could squeeze your hips -- this is how close his knees are to your hips and waist. chuuya leaned his body down a bit and lowered himself till he found himself to be in the position where he could lift your wrists to nudge your fists against his growing hard on. he hissed at the contact and released a whimper when your palms cupped his clothed cock.

you squeezed it and he immediately bucked his hips forwards and did so again when you squeezed it again.

chuuya separated his lips from your's, a thin string of saliva connecting your now swollen lips with his and he smiled at the sight of your swollen and flushed lips.

"i am scared of your brother? what foolish words. he can't do shit to me even as i fuck his sister dumb in a park. but you would like that wouldn't you? isn't this why you are pushing my buttons, preety doll?" chuuya rasped out as he began to make his way down your body by trailing kisses down your lips to your jaw to your neck and down your clothed chest.

the sensation of the very faint feeling of his lips on your clothes as he teased you by kissing your clothed breast had you whining in frustration. chuuya doesn't lift his head up but trails his eyes up to look at you.

"hm? want something? gotta tell me what you want, doll." every word leaving his lips had a physical effect on you as his lips brushed against your clothed yet still somewhat feel-able hardened nipple.

you nod but chuuya only tutted, his kisses trailing down your stomach before he gently smacked your knee.

"use your words, you didn't seem to be running out of them when you ran your cute dumb mouth around just a few minutes ago." chuuya taunted.

"for a guy scared of my brother, you sure have a big ego." you breath out and chuuya raised his eyebrows as he immediately got off you, kneeling infront of you instead.

he sighed in faux disappointment as he grabbed your thighs and harshly shoved them away to spread them, the skirt you wore (only for the purpose of tempting chuuya to have his hands all over you) rides up and he tutted again at the sight of the wet patch on your panties.

"it's my fault after all," chuuya began with a sigh as he raised his middle finger to press the back of said finger right on top of the wetness and to feel the sticky slick on his skin, "giving into your every demand since childhood, treating you like my princess even when your brother told me i am spoiling you." chuuya sighed again before he curled his middle finger and pushed it against your panties, you jumped with a cracked moan as you look down to see him staring at your pussy.

"made you a brat so i guess it's only right i pull the brat out of you too? huh? wanna make you my good doll again so badly." chuuya looked up at you with eyebrows raised for permission and you immediately nodded and stammered,

"p-please chuuya, wanna be your girl! so, so badly!" for who could keep their composure infront of this man who must be why mirrors were invented so he and everyone else could admire his beauty.

chuuya sighed before he smiled fondly, "it's not your fault doll, not at all. i love you too much to not spoil you, come on, be a brat. i'll handle it." he muttered as he raised your skirt higher till it remained racked on your waist before he trailed his hands down, you shuddered and felt your pussy oozing out more wetness at the touch.

"wanna make you my girl as well doll. you are my only girl after all. my favorite forever." chuuya crooned as his fingers hooked around the waistband of your panties and he pushed it down in one motion, letting it drop by his feet as he stared up at your glistening and pulsating pussy.

"gonna knock some senses into your brother if that bastard doesn't let me have you. that fucker better not try to keep me away from my doll and my pussy." chuuya gritted, gulping as he immediately raised his head towards your pussy.

the sight of his face buried between your thighs made you release a shaky breath.

your eyes widened in pleasure before closing as chuuya's tongue touched your inner labia before he licked a long strip along it.

"all barks and no talks isn't a trait that suits you chuuya." you grit out as a deadly mixture of pleasure and anger emits from your body in the form of your words. anger for the way he feels the same as you do yet is hesitant to take a step forwards but so are you so you guess it's only fair, huh.

the red haired man's tongue licked from your inner labia to your clit and he immediately flicked the bud with his tongue before speaking against it in his low voice,

"yeah? but i bite too doll," he told and to prove his words, chuuya gently bit down on your inner thigh before raising his head towards your cunt again.

you felt his wet and warm tongue on your bundle of nerve as you let out small short breaths which soon turned into you full on whimpering when his lips enclosed around the bud and he began to suck on it.

you shakily tilt your head back to rest it against the edge of the bench as you feel chuuya raising your leg, holding your leg by your ankle as he tugged on it to make you look at him and when you did, you bit your lip to not let out a moan.

chuuya licked his lips as he kept his eyes on you, they were half lidded to tell you that just one lick and the man already seemed to grow a extreme liking to your cunt and having it against his face. chuuya leaned his head near your ankle and began to kiss his way up your leg and that, along with the night breezes hitting your bare pussy has you whimpering.

you didn't even seem to realise the setting you are in yet but chuuya did and the thought of someone, possibly a guard walking on a stroll and coming across you two had him sinking his teeth on the side of your thigh. he nibbled his way up and the skin he nibbled on turned a light shade of pink as if it's his mark he is leaving.

chuuya stopped once he was infront of your bare cunt again and he blowed a puff of air on it to see your thighs jerk yet your cunt clenched around nothing.

both of his hands found solace on top of your thighs as he held your legs apart and dipped his head down towards your cunt, he stopped to adjust the grip of his hand and lift your leg over his shoulder.

the anticipation was sweet but the action following it was addicting. your head fell back as you felt chuuya's tongue lapping at your labia again before he thrusted his tongue into your hole as if he had enough of this game of teasing he is playing with you. you moaned out his name when you felt his tongue thrusting in and out of you as he made out with your pussy and after that till the time you actually cummed, you only moaned out his name again and again as you were a withering mess.

the moans entered his ear and were converted into praises or cheers to continue on and continue is what he did when he raised his head to circle his tongue around your bud again while he entered one finger into your hole to immediately make up for the lack of his tongue.

his tongue swirled slowly yet with force but his finger thrusting in and out of you was fast and some what faint till he inserted one more finger till it was knuckle deep into you and the reward he got was the chocked moan you released when his newly entered finger immediately grazed against your g-spot.

chuuya pulled his fingers back and thrusted them in together --the index and the middle finger. the index brushed against your walls and you clamped around it which made him release a moan on your clit but the middle finger as it was longer in length, found your g-spot and he hitted it before curling his finger and bumping the knuckle of it against your g-spot.

kitty licks to harsh sucks to gentle flicking -- your bud is the sole victim of his abuse and this has you shaking as you feel this along with the thrusts and curls of his fingers pull at the knot in your stomach in two directions, it's stretching and stretching and your abdomen feels like burning pleasantly.

"you better fucking thank me when you come all over my face." chuuya whispered against your bud, his hot breath along with the cold night breeze pulled the knot in your stomach in one direction ; chuuya's middle finger slowly curled and pressed against your g-spot before it began hitting it continuously and hastily and that was what it took to break the knot in your stomach as you screamed in pleasure, thighs squeezing around his head as you cummed.

"thank you, thank you -- thank yo-- aah, chuuya!" you screamed as the man didn't seem to stop but greedily lapped at each and every part of your cunt to not waste even a drop of your cum.

had he been the wanderer in a desert coming across a oasis? or are you a mirage?

whoever you are, you have him greedily lapping at your cunt as his fingers too didn't once stop thrusting and as good as it felt before, now, due to oversensitivity, your hands reached down to grab his hair to pull him up, to let him know you can't take one more orgasm by pulling on his roots had him humming in pleasure against your pussy.

he leaned his head down to push his tongue inside your hole again and it was when his nose bumped against your clit that you began to grind against his face as a newly formed knot in your abdomen played tricks on your brain and you just needed to break it, to release, to cum again and to feel the ecstacy again.

the continuous colliding of his nose against your clit is the main source of pleasure this time and what pushed you over the edge as you screamed once again in the empty park, a little after midnight, without a shame or care in the world.

"thank you! thank you!" you repeated again and again as your thighs and maybe even your legs shaked but none of you paid it any heed, not when you came all over chuuya's face so prettily and not when his tongue lapping and sucking on your over sensitive and puffy cunt is messing with your brain.

you found time to breath and to calm down only when chuuya pulled back from your cunt and looked at you, when you looked back down at him, you nearly released another moan at the sight of his chin and jaw dripping with your juices. chuuya licked his lips, licking your juices as he smirked at you while panting a bit, his own arousal messing with his mind.

"next time you try to be a brat and i'll put you in your place infront of everyone." he threatened and you shook your head, smiling.

"you won't." you whispered as it was hard to find your voice after being eaten out for the first time and chuuya realised it too by the way your thighs were still shaking.

"yeah, i won't -- unless i am pushed to do it of course." chuuya grinned and winked at you before he laid the flat of his palm against your thigh and began to caress it, other hand moving to unbuckle his belt as he demanded, "on all fours, be quick doll. we have twenty minutes before the old guard wakes up."

── ❀ *̥˚─── EXTRA SNIPPET ❀ *̥˚─

"chuuuuuya! please come here, i want to talk to you." your brother sang in a cherry like voice which made chuuya's heart freeze in terror.

the man looked at you with a frown as he nearly whined, "this is it. he's gonna kill me. i am as good as dead meat --"

you lean near the fretting man to kiss his lips gently before patting his shoulder as you roll your eyes, "its my brother. you can literally punch him if he tries something."

chuuya took a deep breath before he nodded with a determined look on his face and stood up from the couch, walking towards the stairs to climb upstairs.

yet the moment he stepped inside your brother's room and closed the door, chuuya groaned as your brother punched him on his side.

"fucker! 'your sister is my sister' bullshit!" your brother growled as he glared at chuuya who smiled sheepishly and raised his arms to surrender himself infront of your brother's wrath.

"you are a fucking snake! a scorpion who stabs people from the back!" your brother yelled as he frantically looked around, spotting a cushion lying on the edge of his bed and he picked it up before throwing it at chuuya who ducked in time to save his face from being hit.

"a fucking crocodile!" your brother threw another insult as he climbed on the bed to pick another pillow before trying to throw it at chuuya again who jumped this time.

"c-come on man --"

"silence." your brother growled again and chuuya immediately placed his index finger against his lips, nodding.

". . 'you don't need to worry. i will treat your sister with the same fragility as you do.' what a disgusting liar you are! you-- come here bastard!" your brother yelled as he tried to get off the bed and catch chuuya who stuck his tongue out, opening the door and running out.

"i do treat her with fragility . . . only not in bed --"

"you punk!" your brother yelled at chuuya's provocation as the two ran down the stairs with your brother still trying to catch chuuya who looked over his shoulder and blew your brother a kiss, further annoying him.

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ep 51. / ep 52. — the one with the ending, but not the end of the line. / alt ending.

end of the line. — p. jongseong

synopsis: thinking it was a hotline for people who just need someone to talk to, jay calls. but why did a clueless student answer? with jay’s phone call has a time limit, you, the clueless student, insists on staying with him until the end of the line.

pairing: jay x f!reader

content/genre: college au (wow shocking), slowburn, fluff, angst and crack, smau.

warning(s): friends teasing friends, yk affectionate teasing, swearing, tell me if i missed something !! kissing, marriage talks hehehe

note: here's the playlist <3 okay omg last chap !! sjdkshfbsd okay a few notes, thanks to @prdxxxinvasion for enhancing the angst as always and giving ideas, @precioussoulofmine for reading and the bubs nickname idea and ofc thank you for reading this smau as a whole even though its not my best HBSDHBS but thank you sm u guys AAAA bubs and honey signing off :( <3 also you guys know later alt ending, u dont have to read if u dont wanna <3

you put the last set of books from the box to the shelf, dusting your hands off as you look at them. “was that the last box?” you ask, turning around. jay catches your lips with his, cupping your cheeks as you kiss back, softly giggling against his mouth. jay pulls away, wrapping his arms around your waist as he gives your temple a kiss.

“yeah, that was the last.” jay says as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “i’m so glad we moved in together.”

“me, too, honey.” you softly say, squeezing him.

graduation was already a year ago, you two would always stay over at each other’s place. some days, his apartment, next week yours, until jay practically lived in your apartment for a month. you jokingly told him that he might as well just move in with you and now, a month later, here you two are.

“you know what i’m thinking?” jay asks, lightly pulling away as he rests his forehead against yours.

“me, hopefully.” you say as your hands settle at the back of his neck.

“bubs,” jay calls, placing a soft peck on your lips. “i never stop thinking about you.”

you smile, closing your eyes as you hum. “and the other?” you ask.

“we should get a cat.” jay says and you giggle, looking into his eyes.

“that’s great idea, honey.” you say.

“yeah?” jay says, eyes lighting up.

“one question,” you say and he hums. “aren’t you allergic to cats?”

jay only grins, not answering and you raise an eyebrow. “i’ll let you name it ‘iguana’.” he says and you laugh, kissing his lips.

“i love you,” you say. “but no.”

“but bubs,” jay huffs like a child.

“no, honey.” you say. “you’re allergic.”

“but bubs—“

“no.” you say and he pouts. “you’re cute, but i don't want you fighting for your life everyday.” you say, kissing his pouty lips. “i love you so much, jongseong.”

“i love you so much, too, my love.” he says. “i can never get enough of you.”

you smile. “so, what do you want to do today?” you ask and he hums, thinking, but in the end he only shrugs. “okay, what do you want to have for dinner?”

jay hums and you chuckle, knowing he doesn’t know either. jay smiles, shaking his head. “can i ask something?” he asks and you nod, pulling away from him as you lean on the back of the couch behind you. “why were you insistent on talking to me before?”

you smile. “are you still guilty about lying?” you ask and jay shrugs. “honey, we’re not perfect. i have done stupid things, too. i just cried instead of just talking to you. we wouldn’t have to go through that stuff if only i just talked to you.”

jay chuckles. “true, but…” he shrugs. “i rejected you, lied and then you thought i stood you up, i just… didn’t think you would still tak to me after everything.”

“you thought i stood you up, too.” you say. “are you regretting that we’re together?”

“no!” jay exclaims and you laugh. “i just want to know why.”

“you didn’t cause that much damage, jongseong. i was just shock is all, that’s why i didn’t talk to you for months.” you say, chuckling. “and when you want someone to stay in your life, you have to do something about it.” you smile and jay smiles. “plus, i know that this would have been something beautiful, i’m right, aren’t i?”

jay nods and you smile. “you still get nervous with me?” you ask and jay shakes his head.

“there’s no reason for me to be nervous, anymore.” jay says. “why should i be nervous? i feel the safest with you.” he says and you smile, opening your arms. your boyfriend immediately takes up the offer, hugging you as he rests his temple against yours.

“i love you, jongseong,” you softly say and he hums. “i will never get tired of saying that.”

“i love you, too, y/n.” he mumbles and you smile. “you know, we should just spend the whole day cleaning around.” he says as he stands up straight to look around. you look around the living room, and yes, it was still a big mess. it felt like the place was crowded with your things, even though you two didn’t have that much stuff.

“you’re right.” you say, “should we just place the shelf near the tv?”

“more space, yeah.” jay agrees as he starts to move the shelf and with you helping, even though he insists that he can do it. he starts to point things out, how they would look better and cleaner at another spot. you realized how thorough jay was. you always knew he hates mess, but you also knew he doesn’t like cleaning. maybe just when he’s not feeling it.

“you think it would be better if the coffee table was under the television?” jay asks and you look at the table. it does sound appealing because of the drawers, but it would feel empty in the center.

“it’d be empty here.” you say, pouting and jay hums, nodding.

“are you tired? i’m sorry.” jay softly chuckles and you shake your head.

“i look forward to cleaning with you more now.” you say and jay chuckles as you plop down the couch, never taking your eyes off of him. “besides, you being thorough will come in handy when we plan for our wedding.”

jay stares at you and you fall silent.

you didn’t mean to. but you wouldn’t lie of thinking about it, a couple of times. okay, everyday. jay is a little too husband material, it was his fault! you just know you two would be happy. very happy.

“i’m sorry,” you say, sitting up. “i…” you chuckle nervously. “i didn’t know why i said that, it’s too early. i don’t even know if you want—i’m shutting up now.” you say as your cheeks grow red.

jay only smiles.

“i wouldn’t have pursued you if i didn’t want to.” jay says and a big weight was released off your shoulders, making you smile. “don’t worry,” he says as he walks to you, sitting at the coffee table. “i’ll make sure our wedding is perfect.”

he leans in, kissing your forehead causing you to smile and close your eyes.

“come on,” jay says, holding your hand. “cook dinner with me?”

“of course,” you say as jay stands up, pulling you with him as you intertwine your hands together.

you’ll never let go, you know. and you know he won’t let go, too.

until the end of the line, like you said from the very start.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #enhypen smau #jay imagines #jay scenarios #jay x reader #jongseong imagines

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kuromochimi · 1 year

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From Yesterday

XXIII: One sided

Suna x Reader smau

♡ You were particularly fond of collecting antiques and by some twist of fate, you ended up buying an antique box filled with mysterious love letters. Trying to find the person who wrote the letters, unexpected detours and bonds were made. Something more was found. And even more at risk of being lost.

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Content Warnings: angst, fluff, alcohol drinking, suggestive (and possibly sexual) themes, college setting, use of curse words, mutual pining eventually. Please tell me if I missed any! Pls ignore time

Suna took a deep breath before pushing the doors to the cafe open. His eyes wandered around the place and it didn't take long for him to find mayu. She was dressed up, a glass of iced coffee sitting in front of her on the table. The glass was half empty and condensation quickly dripped onto the cork coaster below the it. She must have been sitting there for quite a while. He made his way to where she was. "Rin" She smiled and spoke in such a soft, adoring tone that suna almost lost the guts to turn her down. Maybe ghosting her would've been easier but he knew that he at least owed it to what they had to give them both proper closure. "Hey" he smiled back before taking the seat across mayu. "Rin, I- I just want to thank you for giving me another chance. I know that-" Before mayu could utter another word, suna had stopped her. "Mayu, I don't.. I.. I didn't come here to fix us." Mayu's sweet expression immediately changed to a frustrated one. "What? Rin we were separated for two fucking years and now you're telling me you don't want this anymore? I missed you so much and I tried to get better quickly because god knows I wouldn't have been able to face you in the state I was in a few months ago. I wanted to get better for you." At the hint of a mention of the accident, suna felt his heart clench because deep down, he still believed it was his fault and the weight of his guilt was still heavy. But he couldn't drag this along any longer than he already has. "Mayu look, I- I'm sorry for what happened. But this just.. it's not working anymore. This isn't what it was before." Suna remembered the astronomical pain he felt when he found out mayu had sold the box or when he saw mayu post photos with another man hugging her. Suna also remembered the exact feeling of when it all dissipated into thin air. The pain felt like it was dropped on him all at once and gone the next minute. Like something just looking for a reason to be let go of. "So you met a girl and after a few months, you just decided that she means more than me? Even osamu and the rest have been taking her side. That was MY place, rin." "It's not anyone's place. Please just.. I want us both to be happy and okay. But it obviously can't happen with us together. Look at me." Suna stood up to come closer to mayu. "I care about you still and I value what we had. I'm grateful for you, even. But mayu... I'm in love with someone else now and she's just.. she makes me happy. I hope you can understand that I never wanted to hurt you. I want you happy and I want you to be fine. Take care, mayuko." Mayu was left speechless. Because never in her life had suna given her a smile as warm and as genuine as what he just showed her.

To be continued..

a/n: This has been going on for literally years now! Sorry about that. But I really wanted to finish this because this is a fic that I love so much :( anyway, I’m going to fix the taglist some other time this week.

Taglist: @littlegirlblackheart @darlingkuroo @rintarhoes00 @bakugouswh0r3 @ntimacy @lilith412426 @kenmaslov3r @yshaaarin @goob-4546 @rintarovibes @ivana-an-iguana @moonlit-island @everytimeswift @ghostlyarcanum @a-katsukitty @kleeixe @kurosin @iworshipyelena @erinoikawa @littlemochi @dominikmagnus @akaaaashit @ahnneyong @stffychn @encrytpta @daninaninani @certifiedsunarintaro @pagkaiin @liv-laugh-die @rietvellld @youngestdelacour @winunk @advocate-thoughts @gojoussunglasses @xmyshya @sumebreaks @annonymous-writer-wannabe @creepykawass @rat-p1ss @fairybnha3 @slothqween3 @anime-meme-sanctuary @whitebread-wasian @iamapotat @heizenka @tjjjrsj

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu angst #suna x reader #suna angst #suna rintaro #suna x you #suna smau #suna fluff #suna

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planet-marz1 · 8 months

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☆100 Followers!!!☆

A big, massive thank you to any one who has followed me. It's literally mind boggling that anyone finds the things I share interesting. I love all the moots and friends that I've made on here so far :))

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Themes: angst, hurt/comfort, smut, fluff

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princessphilly · 2 years

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CW: smut, pet names, SMUT, possessive smut, a surprise kid, fluff, angst

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“So fucking full,” Toya managed to say as Rooster thrust in her before holding himself still. He was so big and Toya never felt so full before. Then he started to move and her fingernails dug into his shoulders. “Your pussy so wet, it keeps trying to milk me,” Rooster panted. “You take me so good, kitten.”

The last rational part of Toya’s brain was calling her a whore for letting Bradley Bradshaw fuck her on his couch as soon as they got to his house. But the rest of her body gave literally no fucks as the man ate her pussy like there was no tomorrow. However, right before she came, Bradley picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. Then he strode into his bedroom and tossed her on the bed before stripping off his clothes and grabbing a condom and putting it on. Now, he was fucking her like he had all night even though Rooster was barely keeping it together.

“My sweet little cunt, wet for me and only me,” Rooster growled in Toya’s ear as she squeezed around his cock. She had him so close, so fucking close from the moment his lips met hers in the entranceway of his apartment. “I’m not going to be gentle, kitten.”

Toya whimpered as Bradley withdrew before he flipped her onto her stomach. Getting on her knees, Toya presented herself for Rooster, causing him to hiss. Back arched, all Toya could do was nod and moan as Rooster entered her. “Fuck, your pussy takes me so well, pretty girl, like it was made for me.”

“Uh huh,” Toya breathed. She was close, so close at this angle. She felt full before but now, all Toya could feel was Bradley, all she could smell was Bradley, all she wanted was Bradley deep inside of her cunt, making her cum. Then he draped on top of her, his teeth biting into her shoulder as his fingers rolled her clit. “Keep doing that, I’m close,” she whispered.

“Cum for me, baby, please. Need to feel you cum for me,” Rooster urged as his fingers moved on Toya’s clit the way that she wanted. “Fuck,” he groaned as he felt Toya’s pussy clench as she came with several whimpers. Bradley wasn’t far behind as he emptied his seed into the condom.

They stayed together for several moments before Bradley withdrew, causing both of them to sigh. “Where’s the bathroom,” Toya finally asked as she stretched. She was already sore as hell and it was going to be worse in the morning.

Rooster replied, “To your left.”

Taking her time getting off the bed, Toya went to the bathroom before cleaning herself up a bit. Mentally, she planned to get herself ready to get an Uber as Bradley took care of his business. But as soon as Bradley came back, Toya was sound asleep. Grinning to himself, Bradley pulled the covers over them as he curled himself around her.

****

“Why the hell am I in someone else’s bed,” Toya muttered to herself as she woke up. Thank God it was a Saturday, she didn’t have to worry about rushing home and getting to work. Then she turned around to see a grinning man with a mustache looking at her.

“Good morning, kitten. Last night was some of the best sleep I’ve had in a long time.” Bradley gave Toya an exaggerated wink and she giggled.

“What time is it, Bradley?”

“It’s 0730, Toya. Sorry if I woke you up,” Bradley apologized.

“I’m usually up an hour earlier daily. I slept in.”

“Maybe it was me.”

There was a companionable silence as Toya turned closer to Bradley. His fingers were trailing over her curves as Toya snuggled for a bit. Then she nipped Bradley’s chin. “Ouch,” he said with a laugh that turned into a moan as Toya kissed down his neck. “You want some more, kitten?”

“Uh huh,” was all Toya said as she nipped his collarbone, her hands trailing down his chest. Rubbing her legs together for some release, Toya wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it softly. Bradley’s breath stuttered as Toya experimented with her grip before finding a rhythm that had him jerking in her hand, deep breaths in her ears. “Fuck, your dick is so big, Bradley.”

Bradley smirked as he felt himself throb in her hands. Looking down, he watched as Toya spit on one hand before using both hands to jerk him off. “This is just for you, Rooster.”

Hips thrusting up at Toya’s use of his call sign, Rooster muttered, “I’m going to cum.”

Cupping his balls, Toya teased the head of his cock with a sultry smile. “Then cum on my hands. I want it.”

At that instruction, Rooster came over Toya’s fingers, with several deep groans. Body shuddering from the aftermath as Toya straddled his abs, Bradley whistled as he watched Toya lick his cum off his fingers. Then he felt wetness on his abs and Rooster slid his fingers over his abs and into Toya’s cunt.

“Is all of this for me? You got this wet just from making me cum, kitten?”

Toya groaned as Bradley grinned at her. “What do you think,” she sassed and Bradley raised an eyebrow.

Bradley took his fingers out of her sopping wet cunt. “Are we getting a little bratty, kitten?”

“I just need—,” Toya began, her words turning into a strangled groan as she watched Bradley suck his fingers in his mouth.

“So good. Maybe my mouth can keep you from bratting, kitten.”

Before Toya could respond, Bradley had maneuvered them to where she was sitting on his face and his mouth was eagerly sucking on her pussy. His hands slapped her ass twice before groping her asscheeks. She knew she got wet from making Bradley cum with her hands but she was already close from the way he was licking her pussy, his fingers keeping her open for him. Then Bradley started humming and Toya moaned, “Fuck, Bradley.”

Bradley could die happy right now, Toya cumming all over his face, her sweet juices drenching his mouth. Her body was shaking over his face, her hands pulling his hair to keep him in place. As her hands began to push him away from being overstimulated, Bradley decided that his mission in life outside of the Navy was to make Toya do that again and again and again.

****

“Nice to see that you’re alive.”

Toya rolled her eyes as she strolled into Reuben’s house. Granted, her Friday night date turned into a Friday night sex and a Saturday fuck fest. Today it was Sunday and after one more slow fuck, Toya had to go home.

“I have work tomorrow. I gotta prepare for work.”

“Didn’t Rooster give you that work?”

Payback laughed as Toya gave him the finger.

“When are you leaving for Monterey again?” Toya turned to face her brother. “I need a break from an immature thirty-six year old.”

“Well, it must have been good since you didn’t come home crying or you didn’t call me to get you. Now, I just gotta threaten Rooster to make sure he keeps you happy.”

There was silence as Toya dragged her bags to her room. Payback followed her; something was telling him that her silence wasn’t because she didn’t have a response. As she took her dirty clothes out and put them in the hamper, Toya finally said, “He deploys next week to Europe. This was probably just a one time thing, Reub.”

Payback could admit that he wasn’t the smartest bulb but his instincts told him that his sister was very wrong. Then Toya pushed him softly and closed her door.

***

Deployment was always hard, no matter what. This time it was different; instead of boarding a carrier, Rooster was at San Diego International Airport with Hangman, waiting to board a flight to Naples. Part of him was surprised that they weren’t being ordered to board a DOD plane but Admiral Cyclone decided it was easier for them just to fly there directly commercially. There, they would join the Sixth Fleet to support operations. It was 0630 and the plane would be boarding in thirty minutes.

Mav, Penny, and Amelia were there to see him off. Hangman was alternately sucking face with Dot and talking to her. Rooster wished Toya was here but it was a Thursday morning and she had work.

Then there was some noise and there was Payback, Toya trudging behind him. “Who do we have here,” Hangman called out.

“We were up anyway,” Payback offered as Toya walked over to Rooster.

“You didn’t have,” Rooster started before Toya shushed him.

“I remember you saying you didn’t have any immediate family. So I had to come to see you off.”

Rooster blinked; his eyes felt like he had cut onions. Hangman snickered for a moment before Dot elbowed him in his stomach. “Anyway, I’ll be keeping you in my prayers, even though Reuben says you aren’t going to be anywhere near the battlefield.”

“He’s right but that means a lot to me.”

Moving closer, Rooster whispered in Toya’s ear, “I still have your panties from last weekend. Just a reminder of what’ll be waiting for me after ninety days.”

“Perv.”

Toya rolled her eyes as Rooster laughed. Then it was time for boarding. Toya kissed Rooster’s cheek before he turned his head so their lips met. Winking one last time, Rooster smiled at Toya before going to board.

***

Two months had passed and so far the school year was successful for Toya. Her AP Calculus AB and BC classes were going well, AP Statistics was doing well too, the regular precalculus classes were interesting. The trigonometry class she was teaching with eleventh graders was her daily headache but Toya couldn’t complain too much. It was just that it was the last period and she couldn’t blame the kids for barely having an attention span. Toya also noticed that she had less control of her temper at the end of the day. It was the sixth class of the day and if she was lucky, she would get her prep before it. But more often than not, Toya had to cover another class during her prep time and during her lunch so she didn’t get a break.

Once she was home, Toya sighed. She was ready to go to sleep but she needed to grade her AP classes tests. It was Monday and she usually returned tests on Wednesday but it took a while to grade. She just didn’t have the energy that she normally had. Then she tried to have a banana as a snack and Toya nearly threw it up. Her phone buzzed and it was a message from Bradley. Part of her wanted to take it but there was something else in her brain that was bothering her.

Toya hadn’t had a period for close to two and a half months. She had stopped logging it a while back but she had been regular. “I’m 41, I’m not quite old enough for menopause.”

There was a loud clank as Toya dropped the pot she had taken out. She had to go to CVS quickly.

***

You didn’t answer me when I called you a couple of days ago, kitten. Are u ok

Toya texted back, I’m fine, been busy with work :) It’s midterm time. Been throwing myself in work to distract myself even though her stomach curdled with the news she had to tell Bradley.

Right before I deployed, I got a new bed delivered. I’m dreaming of those long legs curled around my waist when we finally get to break our new bed in, honey. And I can’t wait to hear you moan my name when you beg me to cum. I’m not letting you out of my bed for a week, kitten. Don’t worry about work, I come back right around Christmas so I know you’ll be off. All you’re going to do is stay in my bed and take my cock like a good girl will.

All Toya could do was look at her phone in shock and arousal from Rooster’s words. She was down bad. She should be used to these texts from Bradley but they made her blush each time no matter what. It had been two months and numerous texts and calls between her and Bradley. But the man could make her flushed and embarrassed and aroused so quickly just from some words no matter what.

Despite that, there was a heaviness to her mood. Toya had to tell Bradley and tell him soon. She would rather tell him in person but he had another month left with his TAD. And there was a chance it would be obvious what was going on if she told him in person once he returned.

Toya wanted to flirt but at the same time, Bradley needed to know. And she didn’t know how to say it so she just replied That’s nice but I’m pregnant, Bradley

Seconds after sending that, Toya got a phone call from Bradley. “I hope you aren’t fucking with me, Toya.”

“I just took three tests two weeks ago and I had a doctor's appointment yesterday. I’m pregnant, I’m a little over 17 weeks, and there’s a baby chick in my oven.”

There was a pause before Bradley let out a loud whoop. “Fuck yes, fuck I’m so fucking excited. I’m going to be a dad. I mean unless you don’t want to be a mom-“

“Oh, I’ve always wanted to be a mom, I’m keeping this baby.”

“Then we can get married when I come back-“

“What?”

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