#i say never having confirmed and only going off of evidence i found

[sprout-fics]

please MORE KÖNIG X READER !! you write him so well it actually makes me feral. maybe smthn like sitting on his lap and getting your groove on, then the rest of the squad enters the room while könig is buried deep inside you 🫣 just a THOUGHT OK BYE

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Public sex, mentions of riding, orgasm denial, voice kink, possessiveness, being caught

This is bad. 

This is really, really bad.

You hear them as they come in- muffled voices and boots thumping on the back stoop of the safehouse, the aged wooden door groaning as it swings open. They shuffle inside, trading conversation in weary German as they linger in the back hallway. The metal clink of gear, the groans of tired soldiers echo out into the main room where you sit.

Where you sit on top of König, with his shaft still balls deep inside you. 

Motherfu-

Your eyes dart wildly to your superior officer, aghast with mortification. You can’t speak, can’t move, can hardly think with panic. His eyes seem to mirror yours for a moment, but as the footsteps of the other soldiers draw near he shifts, reaching for a worn blanket at the other end of the couch. As he moves he shifts inside you, heavy and full and warm-

You slap a hand over your mouth to silence the moan that threatens to escape, body sinking into him and eyes closing, shoulders shivering-

König manages to drape the blanket over you both, hissing instructions in quick German you’re just barely able to parse. 

“Sleep!”

You follow the order instantly, collapsing against his chest and turning your much too warm face away from the entryway just as the squad begins to filter in. 

They stop, however, upon seeing the sight of you both before them. With you braced on König’s front, arms tucked up along his chest, and König leaning back into the arm of the couch, your form splayed atop him. 

The chatter stops.

The blanket is secure over you both, hiding any indication of your…other activities beneath bunched fabric. Still, the position is…intimate to say the least, no doubt a shock to your squad members who suspected you of having a relationship but never found any evidence to confirm it. 

You stay completely still, forcing slow, even breaths to mimic the indication of sleep despite your wildly fluttering heartbeat. You think perhaps they might hear it, might realize exactly what is going on. 

“Report.” König demands, and his next in command splutters before offering a brief, concise description of the recon mission they were just deployed on. He doesn’t dare mention your sleeping form, not when König’s tone commands nothing less than complete attention, utter respect for his authority. 

Still, you hear the soldier trail off, eyes wandering to you, to the undeniably close position you are both in.

You don’t dare shift, but the mere realization of the compromising situation you’re in can’t help but make you tense, and then clench.

König’s hand tenses on your hip, the only indication he’s felt you. Yet hidden under the blanket the grip is close to bruising, digging into the meat of your side and making your face scrunch from where it’s turned away. 

You can’t help it, you shiver.

Inside you, you feel König’s cock twitch. Hot, heavy, it forces your cunt to stretch around him, clinging slick and snug to his girth. The lack of friction has poisoned the growing heat in your belly, the pressure of it rising heady and salacious inside you. You want to chase it down, force yourself back on his cock and reign back your waning pleasure but you can’t, not with your squad eyeing your feigning sleeping form.

You shift, just an inch. Tucking your hips back against his and your face burns with the lewdness of it all, at the way König fills you so wholly, so completely there’s room for little else except the waxing, wet, covetous pleasure between you. 

König’s hand grips your thigh.

Don’t.

You bite your lip to keep from whining, wanting little else than to sink your teeth into his chest, still clad in his favorite dark, black shirt that leaves little to the imagination. 

You clench around him again, forcing your muscles to contract and holding the gasp that bubbles up your throat at the pleasure that spikes through you with the release. Wordlessly, you signal to him, heedless of your comrades.

Please. 

A tap, two fingers on your hip bone. 

Soon. 

Despite your need you force yourself to settle, sinking further into his body even with your entire form coiled like a spring, energy pent up in every fiber, every cell. All the while König discusses the mission with his second in command in low, serious tones. 

It forces another small shiver out of you, the way you can hear his voice dip and rumble with your ear pressed to his chest. Only minutes ago it had choked your name in a high, reedy whine, begging for you to sink down on him and offer the relief he so desperately sought. 

“Mercy, meine Liebe. Please-!”

Now it speaks with authority, his voice rasping low in his native tongue. The words echo and ricochet in his chest, with your ear pressed there. 

He shifts abruptly, scooting you higher on his form and you have to bite down hard on a groan as the head of him nudges against the bundle of nerves nestled in the softness of you. The pleasure is so sharp and sudden you flinch, face scrunching as you contain a whine of need. Entire form coiled tight, you try to not tremble atop him, shoulder shaking as a wave of velvety, coiling warmth spreads from the core of you, up along your hips and spine. It ghosts across your shoulders as your heart races, tries to climb up your throat with a lecherous, forbidden moan. 

Fuck-

Worse yet, König’s hand grounds you, guides you, forcing you to grind yourself down on his length with the molten tip of him braced against your g-spot.

You can only cling to him, breathe through it as he keeps you there, refusing to let you budge from the unrelenting, scorching thickness of him. 

You want to sob as you flutter helplessly around him, the wet center of you gripping him in a velvety embrace. When you clench, pulse around him it’s completely involuntary, a reaction built off the pure desire he stokes inside you. His hand tightens on your hip and it only feeds that flame, his grip to the point of pain and yet delicious, intoxicating in the way only he is. 

The others in the squad have wandered off now. You can hear them in the kitchen, walking up the stairs, milling around the apartment in any room except the one where you both are. 

You know their faces, their names. Young and fresh, they don’t have his experience, his strength, the history of scars you’ve kissed along his stomach, his arms, his shoulders. It doesn’t stop them from trying to flirt with you, the pretty medic that patches them when they’ve run into trouble. They moon over you, tease you, let their hands brush against your shoulders. 

König sees it, sees their bright eyes and fixed stares. You know he does, even as you brush off their advances and dedicate yourself only to him. It’s only behind closed doors do you let him remind you of how you belong to him, only him.

“You’re mine.” He tells you, grunting in your ear. “They can’t have you, not the way I can.”

After all, it’s him who’s inside you right now, him who’s holding you steady, him whose voice rumbles deep and low in your ear. 

He’s an elixir, a potion, one that glides across and into the core of you, coaxes your own molten desire into an echoing crescendo that shakes the very foundations of you.

You nearly shudder with relief when König dismisses his sergeant, only to suck in a sharp gasp when he bucks into you, unrestrained. His voice purrs into your ear, drowning out the sounds of other men beyond the realm of you and him.

“I almost wanted them to see.” He confesses abruptly, grabbing your hips and forcing you down onto him once more. You bury your head in his chest, shaking at the twisting, curling pleasure that climbs inside you without reprieve. “To let them know you’re mine.”

“K-König please-” You choke, voice hardly a whisper as your nose bumps the underside of his jaw, pressing into his hood. 

“I know, I know Schatz.” He murmurs back, voice caught in his throat. “I’ll take good care of you, I promise.”

You know he will. It’s all he’s ever done. Your guardian, your mentor, your protector, your poison-

Your beloved.

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[heavenlyraindrops]

♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Two♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Two Warnings: profanity Visit the first tag on this post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Two]

“[name]!”

You turned your head, before seeing Emily racing towards you to tackle you to the ground in a hug. You laughed, although it came out as more of a wheeze under her crushing grip, and hugged back. She raised her head, eyes watery. 

“Adam said you disappeared,” she said, and the barely restrained fury at him was evident in her voice, which dropped to an incredulous whisper. “Where were you? What happened? Sera’s mad as hell-“

“He didn’t leave me,” you managed to crack a reassuring smile, and Emily’s shoulders drooped at your next words, “I flew off.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that he neglected his responsibility. And, frankly, ignored my direct orders to keep you safe.”

You raised your head to see Sera, her forehead creased in a stressed frown. “Come with me to my office.” She began to turn, then paused, eyebrows pulling right down, deepening her frown. “Is that blood on your clothes?”

You glanced down. The dark patches seemed to be covered with a thin gilded sheen. “I-it’s nothing, really,” you babbled, scrambling to wipe it off, only to see most of it had dried.

Sera didn’t seem convinced.

Emily pulled you up before you followed them hesitantly, the confusion on her face at the situation evident, even though she was smiling at you nervously.  You gulped. 

Charming. 

♱♱♱

“So, to be clear, you let [name] fly off and put herself in harm's way even though she has no experience as an exterminator?” Sera turned from Adam to you. “[name], this is only a one time thing. You are most certainly not accompanying the exterminators down to Hell next year. After Adam has proven how neglectful he is-“

“No,” you gasped, the words flying out your mouth without you even thinking about them.

 The entire room seemed to freeze.

Awkwardly, you cleared your throat and continued, more gently. “No, it wasn’t his fault. See, what happened was-“ you glanced over at where Adam was seated next to you. He raised an eyebrow, face flat, and you swallowed. Your throat felt like a desert. 

“I flew off,” you continued. “He went after me, I mean, he really tried I swear. But I shook him off and ended up tearing my wing on a branch, hence the blood- he found me a while later and healed me up. The wound wasn’t too serious. It only broke some skin, and- and, I could still fly. We just lost each other in the crowd going back up to the Pentagram is all.”

What am I doing? What the hell am I doing? You could almost feel the beads of sweat forming on your brow as you smiled at her stiffly. 

Sera turned and looked at Adam, waiting for his confirmation. He looked over at you, grinning wide. You pointedly stared back, which wasn’t necessary- he didn’t miss a beat. “Yup. That’s what happened. I was tryna tell ya the whole time and you guys just weren’t listening.”

“Please let me go next year, Sera,” you pleaded, eyes widening. She chewed her lip, contemplating, as you continued. “I was perfectly fine. And I may not be an experienced exterminator, but you know more than well enough I can hold my own against a couple of mere sinners.” You shot a look at Adam.

”Yeah, [name]’s powerful as fuck-“

“I wouldn’t say powerful-“ you began, but was cut off by Sera.

“You’re far too modest, [name],” Sera smiled at you tiredly. “And what you said seems to add up. I know you’d never lie to me-“ she side-eyed Adam, who didn’t notice, continuing to pick at his nails. “-Or to anyone, for that matter. Yes, you may go again next year if you wish.”

You looked at the ground. “Thank you, Sera,” you said, your own voice ringing small in your ears.

♱♱♱

“Jeez, sugartits, I didn’t think I’ve ever heard you lie before,” Adam smirked, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You glared at him in fury, before jabbing a finger at his chest. You were both in a hallway, Sera’s office door at the end of the corridor where you had come from. 

“Watch it, Adam,” you hissed, then took a deep breath, calming yourself down. “I did it for you, so be grateful.”

“…thanks.”

You smiled at him. “No problem.” 

You both stared at each other for a few moments, before Adam spoke.

“Are we gonna fuck right now?”

“No!” You hissed, exasperated, feeling your face burn. “No, we are not. Here’s what is gonna happen, Adam. Next extermination, you’re gonna let me fly off by myself, mind your own business, and not tell Sera, and if you don’t do that, I’ll blab and tell them everything. And then they’ll hate you forever.”

He stared at you for a second, blankly. You gulped, your blood pounding in your ears. Crap. Dumb idea-

Adam finally raised an eyebrow. “Why do you want to go off sneaking around Hell during the extermination, sugartits? Got a secret?”

“Most certainly not,” you snapped. “I simply want to explore Hell alone.”

Adam stared at you for a moment. “You never say what’s on your fuckin’ mind, do ya, sugartits? You always gotta water it down to be nice. If I annoy the shit outta you, just say that.” 

Your gaze softened, then you shook your head and stared at your feet. “I’m not a mean person.”

“Not mean if it’s the truth.” He shrugged. You looked back up at him. He was wearing that familiar, shit-eating grin again. You huffed and rolled your eyes, kicking at the pristine floor. 

“Sure. Well, some people have a filter.” 

“Meh. Whatever.”

“So, will you do what I asked you to do?”

Yeah, I’ll do what you want.”

“Wait really?” You stared at him. 

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck. Do what you want, you saved my ass from a three hour lecture back in there anyways.”

You watched him walk away until he rounded a corner and disappeared, shocked at his nonchalance, and then pressed your back to the wall and sank down, head in your hands. 

Did you seriously lie to the Seraphim just to be able to go back to Hell next year? Why? Why?

Was it because of- no way. Don’t be ridiculous. You knew Lucifer had the quality of being ‘tempting’, from what the Bible said, at least, but there was no way you were being led to temptation from a small interaction with absolutely no ‘tempting’ aspects to it. Whatsoever. 

Hell is a nice break from Heaven. And it’s interesting to see what it’s like. I’m just curious is all… 

You stared at your hands, mind flashing back to something Sera had said a while ago.

Curiosity killed the cat. 

“[name]?”

You looked up. Sera was staring down at you. “Are you alright?”

You cursed internally, your heart almost leaping out of your throat. “Yes, Sera, I’m just… thinking.”

“Perhaps I could help?”

You studied her face. It was wearing the specific, reserved look she wore for when she was suspicious but didn’t want to show it. You smiled and shook your head. 

“I’m just trying to figure out what I ate this morning that could make my stomach hurt this much.”

Sera’s face relaxed, nodding. You knew that she wouldn’t believe that you’d lie to her. You knew it would be easy to squash her suspicions. 

“Well,” Sera said, “Let me know if you need anything.”

You nodded smiled weakly again, watching her steady, deliberate steps as she disappeared around the corner, then hung your head again, sighing.

You prayed you weren’t digging yourself into a hole.

♱♱♱

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[kurvinitty]

wriothesley 👁️ 👁️ as your soulmate

( * ₊ 🦋◞ ˚ ) ⠀ ⪼ ⠀soulmate au drabbles. ( open )

tags. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ 1.5k wc, reader works as an engineer, swearing lol, not proofread bc i'm eepy and going to bed now

notes. ⠀ ⪼ ⠀ listen to colors by halsey while reading this bc i think it fits rlly well !! anyway this may be ooc but do i care? no. i only care about he.

You can only see colour when your soulmate is with you and you’re touching. This gives a whole new meaning to them bringing colour to your world.

Who knew that out of all places, a prison would be where your world of grey would suddenly burst into bouts of colour?

As an engineer, you were stuck fixing & maintaining things more often than actually creating them. Your colleagues sometimes pitied you, as your already monotonous world made your job even harder. Those lucky enough to have found their soulmate are not only favoured by cupid’s bow, but also by whoever delegated your working tasks.

You wouldn’t lie — it pissed you off. Yet at the same time, you were aware that it was much safer dispatching someone who could identify a cable’s colour before installing them. However, that still did little to soothe your frustrations.

It’s also what had lead to you being stuck with more tedious tasks — maintenance and routine inspections. Despite all this, you still loved your job — and you’d be damned if your peers’ mocking pity would bring you down.

Ironically, it was due to them that you’d get what you were looking for all this time.

To beckon the call of help from the Fortress of Meropide was definitely not your field of expertise, yet you were still the one who answered. Due to the aforementioned reasons, it was also your first time setting foot on the premise. The prison’s damp walls added a chill to the already eerie atmosphere, and you now regret not taking your coat with you. The gardes were kind enough to escort you to the administrator’s office, saving you the pain of navigating this labyrinth on your own.

You flinch at the sound as the garde opens the door, holding it open for you to enter. Only now do you realise how tense you’ve been so far — the temperature undoubtedly having played its hand in it. Archons, you couldn’t wait to get out of this place.

With a thankful nod towards your escort, you step inside the room, Wriothesley already expecting you. Before you could fully enter, the man was already on his feet to receive you. Well prepared — as expected of him.

You have heard many things about the Duke, rumours both good & bad — but you’ve never had the chance to confirm them yourself. But now that you stand before him, you think you understand why everyone respected him greatly — no matter their personal opinion of him. At a glance, you could tell that an air of authority accompanied his every step, and you feel yourself subconsciously shrinking before the man.

Should he notice, he doesn’t say a word though. Quite the opposite, in fact, as he seems quite relieved when you finally arrive.

“You’re the engineer we requested, I assume?”

He speaks matter-of-factly, yet he also sounds… quite friendly? You didn’t know what to expect of the man, but you were sure it was closer to ice cold apathy, rather than the soft-spoken silk you experience now.

The first words this man had ever spoken to you, and you were already at a loss for words. Both because you didn’t know how to explain the situation, and also due to Wriothesley himself. While the first impression he made was better than expected, you were sure you’d somehow manage to piss him off in the next second. But then again, was it really your fault?

You clear your throat, fumbling over the words, before you settle on something to say. “Well, uh- yes I am.”

It’s evident how the Duke senses your hesitation and raises and eyebrow in question. Where he once looked at you in relief, his expression now falters and his eyes scrutinize you with suspicion.

Oh, you’re fucked.

Heat floods your body in embarrassment, your mind now drawing an even bigger blank as you desperately try to backtrack. “With that I mean— I am an engineer, but I doubt the work here will be within my expertise,” you sheepishly explain as the words escape your mouth in a single breath. What an absolute wonderful way to start off this interaction. “I am terribly sorry.”

You have half the mind to bow in apology, for an inconvenience that wasn’t even your fault. Doing your colleague’s dirty work was one thing, but your company being under staffed was a whole other issue.

But Wriothesley only shakes his head. Though you could swear you saw his face drop in annoyance for a split second, you felt like there was no need to worry when he next spoke. “It’s alright. I’m just glad there’ll be someone to look at it. This stuff has been giving me trouble all week already.” his hand moves up as he sweeps it over his forehead in exasperation, fingers combing through his thick dark hair. And for the Archon’s sake, you wanted to do nothing more to curse out loud when he did that. Even more so when you catch yourself examining his features more closely now, with your eyes lingering on his for a moment longer than they should. You wonder what colour his hair may be — dark, for sure — but there was only so much you could determine with a world full of grey.

You’re here to work, not to admire pretty men.

Pretty.

It took you more self-restraint than you’d like to admit to not slap yourself.

“Anyway, I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced yet,” the man continues, thus effectively pulling you out of your self-loathing session. His hand reaches out toward you, an invitation for you to reciprocate in kind. “Wriothesley.”

Surely, you wouldn’t be able to mess up a simple handshake, right?

You waste no time to clasp your hand in his & tell him your name, your dainty digits being engulfed by the rough and calloused skin of his own. And in that moment, you felt as if time had completely stopped.

It wasn’t due to the feeling of his skin coming in contact with yours. As much as one could sing songs about how the touch of your soulmate could invigorate & keep you warm for a thousand winters to come — it wasn’t the case for you. The catalyst for sure, but the event that followed was worth your song.

The moment your hand touched Wriothesley’s, you didn’t even feel it. The only thing you felt was the feeling when your world suddenly filled with colour. All it took was the blink of an eye, and you were in a whole different world. You stare at the man before you, your mouth hanging wide open while you were freeze in shock. There was so much new information to process, but your eyes & mind could only focus on him. You can’t exactly pinpoint all the new colours you see, but the first thing you notice is his eyes.

You weren’t the only one at a loss for words, and even if you tried — you could not pry your gaze away from holding his. His eyes don’t look much different than they did before, actually. They’re naturally blessed with a light colour, but now you notice all the different shades and hues within them. Does he know what colour his own eyes are? Do you know yours? For all you know, anyone you asked could have been lying to you so far.

You also notice how his pale face now gains the slightest bit of colour, and you wonder if he sees the same with you.

Honestly? If time would allow it, you’d stay like this forever. But of course, it’s the man you’re supposed to spend eternity with that would deny your wish.

“Let’s get started then, shall we?”

And he acts as if nothing happened.

You, on the other hand, are still in the process of digesting this experience. Before you knew it, his grip on your hand loosened, until it completely fades away and your vision is plunged back into an array of black & white.

“Wait, I—” The words slip out of your mouth before you could stop yourself, your body almost acting on it’s own accord to wrap your hand around his wrist again. Now that you’ve gotten a taste of this — of him — you desperately want your world to burn up once again, like a new hunger that begs to be satiated. Did he not feel the same? Did you just imagine it?

It seems like Wriothesley took notice of your crestfallen expression. He doesn’t back away, yet he doesn’t come closer either. Instead, he speaks — in a tone so beautiful & soft, you can scarcely believe it’s real.

“I think we’ve got more than enough time to talk later.”

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[kitorin]

OUR SPRING

004. dating

"Date me."

"Excuse me what the fuck-?" It wasn't the most elegant way to respond, but it was still one of the most reasonable.

His face was still barely inches away from yours, you expected to notice whatever the media concealed. Any blemishes, scars, acne, maybe even a pimple or two. But somehow, he has none of those. As excessive as it sounds, it was safe to say that he was completely flawless. At least in a visual context. Even in a dark, barely lit janitor's closet his skin still seems to glow, while radiating youth and beauty.

He breaks out into laughter, as if this was peak comedy. "I don't think it's in the way you're thinking of right now... Sorry to disappoint you, darling." For the first time you notice his dimples, which also seemed to complement his face greatly.

The thought of ripping out his luscious hair flits through your mind.

"First, call me that again and I'll make sure no one wants to cast you as a male lead again. Second, if this isn't a weird confession, what is it?"

Concern pinches his features, but they soon return to his usual confident expression.

"We're only going to fake a relationship. It'll benefit both of us."

"You're a fucking idiot, you know?" You could understand his thought process, but at the same time you found this proposal ridiculous.

"You have such an elegant and sophisticated manner of speaking" He comments sarcastically, soon shutting up with a glare from you. "Please listen."

It seems like a waste of time, but you still permit him to explain with a nod. He finally moves back a bit. "How would this work? Won't we just look like manwhores if we're suddenly dating someone else?"

"Which is precisely why we aren't suddenly together. We've been dating throughout the past term, but kept it secret due to not being ready for publicity. That's when the Kira rumors began, right? And you've always denied every single one?"

You nod. Everything's slowly piecing together. "I have. So we're going to make it look like we've been dating this whole time, but due to wanting privacy Kira took advantage of it and tried to make it look like I liked him?"

"Precisely. We're kinda villainizing Kira here, but personally I don't mind. I don't think you do either."

"I don't. But how exactly does this benefit you? Will I have to start posting on social media? Won't I look like another one of your partners?"

Chigiri pauses for a moment, as if he never thought of those possibilities, and was currently improvising a solution. "Well, first off, we'll keep you faceless whenever possible, and I'll make posts on social media. Second, you being with me would help confirm it when the other idols deny the scandals. Think of it as further evidence for our denial."

It was honestly a great idea. Sure, collaboration with a celebrity and having a bit of public exposure was risky but when the media is convinced it'll persuade your classmates too. Chigiri notices this hesitation of yours, and goes even further to sweeten the deal.

"I'll take full responsibility if anything happens. I'll compensate you too."

You blink. It was flattering to know that he knew of to take ownership of his actions but the offer still shocks you. "I appreciate it... but why?"

"I'm dragging you to unfamiliar territory in a way. I'm also proposing this. The compensation is non negotiable." He finalizes your deal, waiting for your answer.

You pause for a moment. Was this risky and possibly stupid? Yes. But it's the only solution available at the moment.

Besides, it's not like anything was entirely risk free, right?

"Let's do it." He's been a celebrity for a long time, he knows what he's doing.

The serious and stern expression he wore dissipates, now one of victory and joy. "Great."

Before you could continue speaking, he unties his hair, ruffling it and tucking his hair tie into one of his pockets. His lithe fingers go up to his shirt and start unbuttoning the top few, while his teeth dig into his lips. Just when you're about to question what he's doing, you realize. Chigiri's already preparing for this act of yours, swollen lips and messy hair, it looks he's been making out.

To accentuate this, he goes even further, pulling out lip balm. He rubs a bit of the pink substance on his neck, careful with it's placement to replicate the aftermath of kisses.

Before you could ask if this was too far or not, he interrupts.

"May I?" His hands reach for your hair, as you allow him to with a nod.

Chigiri's slim fingers gently dishevel your hair, slightly ghosting over your scalp. Although he had intended to create the image of you two having a steamy make out session, the two of you rather juxtaposed each other. Chigiri looked like he came straight out of a romance drama (which is, in one way true), as the male lead that everyone swoons over, perfect everything and ethereal. The embodiment of the ideal man.

On the other hand, you looked like you had a rough night, tossing and turning, and forgetting to brush your hair in the morning.

With a slight tilt of his head asking if you were ready you nodded in response, as the door opens and you're both soaked in light once more.

You weren't sure what exactly to expect, but nothing movie or drama like happened. No one froze in their tracks to question what they were witnessing. Whispers fluttered within the hallway, accompanied by gasps and shocked questions.

To further amplify your facade, Chigiri wraps an arm around your waist, the sensation's new and unfamiliar, but it's warm and oddly comforting.

For the first time, you walk out of school with eyes on you, staring at you with curiosity and great interest.

THREE | FIVE | MASTERLIST

PAIRING. chigiri hyoma x reader

SYNOPSIS. school gets overwhelming with constant rumours and accusations, thankfully someone is willing to help. but what happens when this mutually beneficial agreement escalates into something more?

GENRE. social media au, fake dating, idol / actor au

TAGLIST. @izzylovestnbhd, @angelchigiri, @punkhazardlaw, @silly-ez, @y-sabell-a, @mellozhi, @luvlunazx

© kitorin : do not repost, plagiarize, change, or translate

#our spring - kitorin #a bit messy ngl #blue lock #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk #chigiri hyoma fluff #fluff #chigiri fluff #chigiri x reader #chigiri headcanons #chigiri x y/n #bachira #isagi #chigiri scenarios #chigiri hyoma #chigiri x you

[sexy-sapphic-sorcerer]

1: Magic is a Metaphor < 2: Morgana is a Lesbian > 3: Merlin is Gay > 4: Arthur is Bi

Building off of the whole metaphor idea, Morgana's character arc is basically that she starts to question her identity because she's having all of these dreams and thoughts that she doesn't understand. Then Gaius, who is straight up a conversion therapist, literally gaslights her and is like, 'no no, you're just going crazy, you're overreacting, here, why don't you take all of these drugs to suppress those thoughts?'

Meanwhile, Uther is saying all of this stuff about how sorcerers are all evil and should be killed, and Morgana will try to argue with him and he will just be like, 'well, why do you care so much?' And she's all, 'oh, no reason. I'm just an ally. I'm just really passionate about social justice.' Like, girl, we've all been there.

And then once Morgana does come to terms with her identity and she realises how fucked up the way that she was treated is, she goes batshit and starts a revolution and assassinates her dad. And good for her! I honestly think that all repressed lesbians deserve a little bit of murder, it's only fair, especially if they look so hot doing it.

Also, Morgana doesn't have any male love interests. I mean, she will sometimes flirt with men to manipulate them into doing what she wants, but it's very clear that that is what she is doing, she never actually cares about them or follows through.

Besides, Katie McGrath has never played a heterosexual in her life. She's basically straight up said that she played Morgana as a lesbian. You know where she said that? Here:

Hear me out.

Are they technically half-sisters? Yes. But omg the sexual tension between these two is undeniable. You really do think that they're just going to kiss at any given moment. This has been straight up confirmed. This is a quote from the same conversation as earlier between the main producer and Katie McGrath, where they fully admit that there are definitely lesbian undertones there, and not only did both actresses play it that way, but it was written that way. So I rest my case.

Gwen knew about Morgana's prophetic visions from the start and she was never scared of it or tried to deny that it was magic. Instead, she was always by Morgana's bedside (or in her bed) so she could hold her face and stroke her hair and tell her she would be okay. Gayasses.

Although, as Iori Miyazawa can attest, yuri is often best found in the absence of it. Because once Morgana accepts her identity and her magic becomes an unavoidable part of of her life rather than thoughts she could repress, she begins to push Gwen away, often in the form of telling her not to undress her anymore.

Then this tension between them is emphasised when Morgana starts having nightmares of Gwen marrying Arthur and is really upset by it for some reason. I know that she justifies it by saying that she doesn't want Gwen to take her place as queen, but if you think about that for more than 5 seconds, it makes absolutely no sense. Arthur is still going to be king regardless of who he marries, so unless Morgana is planning to follow the legend a bit too closely and marry her brother, then Gwen is absolutely not taking her place.

And yet Morgana spends the entire rest of the show obsessing over Gwen, including: planting false evidence to break up Gwen and Arthur, using necroLancey as a puppet to seduce her, kidnapping Gwen only to tenderly caress her face and force her to have dinner with her, and then of course enchanting Gwen to kill Arthur so that Morgana can be queen, and Gwen will seemingly also still be queen. And they will be two queens, together, platonically. Hmmm

#now with an added morgwen slide since I didn't have it when I first made this (like 2 years ago now) because I had not yet been enlightened #morgana pendragon #morgwen #morgcest #merlin meta #bbc merlin #merlin #the magic of metaphor

[r0tten-ruzt]

why do you support will? /genq

There's a lot of proof against Shelby really

When she accused him of locking him in his house was when he didn't have a house

There's pictures of wilbur looking drained and bruised when he was with shelby when he was with her but none of shelby

Shelby has been actively anti-recovery saying people never change and also several ableist statements

Shebly Has supported people telling others to do horrible things

Wilburs 'apology' wasn't an apology or admiring anything. He said he was shocked by it and even stated that he thought the biting was consensual which it seemed it was being that shebly said they had a safe word for it

Right before the allegations came out shebly was being accused of being a p3d0 and also at the same time wilburs new single came out which not only might be about her but there's one song where you can hear a voice that sounds like her screaming insults

Shebly constantly milking the situation, dragging it out and actively trying to deplatform wilbur

She said she said at first she 'didn't want to name names' but made it very bloody obvious it was him

The statement from sheblys cousin (idk if it's confirmed yet) saying they witnessed shebly abusing wilbur

How shebly is throwing under the rug the death of what I think to be 6 kids who've taken their lives due to harassment

Some smaller things that threw me off where her saying "this year has been crazy thank you for 1mil subs" and trying to make money out of her new found fame. Also her seemingly ignoring male abuse victims. How many people who were close to wilbur are still following him and probably know something is up but wilbur usually waits until situations calmed down to talk about it. Sheblys very childish behavior in blocking anyone who objects her and brings up asking for proof. Also her blatant naraccistic behaviors.

Also it was unnecessary for shebly to bring up the ant infected house or messy rooms. Messy rooms are caused by bad mental health and ant infections are common in Europe i myself have one in my house as well.

There's sososos so much I could go on about but that's the main stuff of why I support wilbur. She lacks proof and evidence as for wilbur has stayed quiet but has more proof of his innocence. Thank you for the question^^ anymore and ill be glad to answer as well as try to find source material for it if I can find it again (I probably can it's all over wilbur support groups) I apologize for any bad Grammer or misspellings it's very late for me😭😭😭

#wilbur soot #wilbur support squad #dont like dont interact

[staygoldwriting]

💌 To the Steve I Loved Before: Part 2

A Steve Harrington TATBILB!AU fic

Part One here!

Summary: Y/N has written love letters to get over her deepest crushes. What happens when Steve Harrington gets his hands on her letter to him?

Disclaimer: This is inspired by the To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before series by Jenny Han! I have used none of her characters, but have only used the premise of a love letter in the wrong hands.

Word count: 916

Warnings: None, just fluff as usual 🙈

A/N: I'm sorry this newest installment has taken a bit, but I’m so glad to see people excited to read it! Things are starting to amp up now, so I’ll try to put part 3 up soon! I hope you enjoy this next part, and as always, please show love and support ❤️✨

“Robin, what is this?” Steve asked, holding the envelope up to Robin’s face, which quickly went pale.

“How-how did you get that-” she stuttered in panic.

“I just can’t believe it,” Steve said quietly, shaking his head.

“I swear I can explain, Steve, it’s-”

“You’re in love with me?” he asked tenderly. “Why didn’t you say anything? I thought you hated me.”

“Wait, what?” Robin asked, eyes big.

“This envelope,” he said, holding it gentler now, “it’s to a love letter, right?”

“Well, yes,” Robin said, confused.

“A love letter that I’m guessing you have in your pocket?” Steve continued.

“...Yes?”

“Can I read it?” Steve asked simply.

“What? No!” Robin said, holding her pocket closed. 

“Robin, I know you’re in love with me, so why can’t I read it?” Steve asked.

“I never said I was in love with you,” Robin said, shaking her head.

“Okay, Robin,” Steve said, sighing. “Let’s say this envelope somehow goes to a letter that you have but is not actually from you. So then who is it from?”

“I-um, I can’t tell you,” Robin said nervously.

“So you’re expecting me to believe you without giving me any evidence?”

“That’s the plan, Harrington, I mean, I am smarter than you,” Robin said, gaining confidence. 

“Sooner or later, the truth’s gonna come out. You wait and see, Buckley, I’m a great investigator,” Steve said, pointing at her. Robin looked away, busying herself with refilling the cones. 

“So,” Steve said, taking the box of cones off the shelf for her. 

“So…” Robin replied awkwardly. Steve threw his hands in the air. 

“Are you gonna tell me about the letter?” Steve asked curiously. Robin was about to make another excuse when she heard someone from the counter.

“What letter?”

Robin turned around in dread to see you standing there, your face red with embarrassment and anger. You knew she took the letters, that's why you came to Scoops Ahoy. And now Steve knows about them!

“Oh, hey Y/N. It's this love letter Robin wrote me,” Steve explained to you, making your face go blank. 

“I'm sorry, what?” you said in disbelief. You looked over at Robin in confusion. What had she gotten herself into?

“She's got this secret letter I found the envelope of, and I know she has the letter in her pocket, but she won't say anything. Can you help?” Steve asked you, but you were staring into Robin. 

“Robin? A word?” you said shortly, making her squirm. Steve heard your tone and quickly rushed into the back. Robin stepped aside, and you held your hand out. 

“Letters. Now,” you whispered. 

“Can I give it to you later? I don’t want him to see,” Robin said, looking over at Steve. 

“No, I can't trust you. Besides, he's not even looking, he's busy. Give them back now.”

“Alright, alright,” she said, handing the letter to you. “I'm sorry,” she said quietly. 

“You're forgiven. At least you didn't let him read them, right?”

“Right,” Robin confirmed. 

“Where's the rest of them?” you asked her quickly. 

“The rest of them?”

“Yes, Robin, the rest of them! I had like five in that box!”

“I only took his!” Robin whisper-yelled. 

“So where are the other ones?” you asked, your anxiety heightening. Robin looked at you, her face pale. 

“Did you put them in the giveaway bin?” she gasped. You looked at her, stunned. 

“I've gotta get home.”

-💌-

You burst through your front door and into the kitchen. Your dad was sitting at the table, having a midday snack as he read the newspaper.

“Dad! Have you seen any letters?” you asked frantically, breathing heavily. 

“Woah, calm down there, kiddo!” your dad chuckled, clearly not sensing the urgency of the situation. 

“Dad, this is serious,” you said sternly, and his smile faded.

“Well, yeah, I saw some letters in your room. I thought you wanted to send them out, so I popped over to the post office because I needed stamps anyway.”

You ran your hands through your hair in disbelief. You couldn’t be mad at your dad; he was just looking out for you. Still, that didn’t help your panic.

“I’m guessing these letters weren’t meant to be sent out,” your dad concluded, and you nodded quickly.

“Yeah, never ever,” you whispered.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N,” he said, clearly remorseful. 

“It’s okay, Dad, you didn’t know,” you said quietly.

“If it helps any, I don’t think you had all the updated addresses, kiddo,” your dad said, trying to comfort you.

“Really? How many do you think will actually get there?” you asked, hopeful. 

“Well, Andrew Jacobs moved to Montana, Kevin S is still in his same house, the other boy, Walter, I think? He went to college early, so his parents might get the letter. I can call and make sure he doesn’t get it.”

“And the last one wouldn’t make it either, he’s moved, thank goodness,” you said, sitting down next to your dad. He looked at you guiltily, and you groaned.

“I saw him at the post office,” your dad said, looking sheepish. “I figured I’d save on postage and just give him the letter right there!” 

Your face was blank, pale, and full of terror.

“Sugarplum,” your dad said, leaning closer, “what was in those letters?”

“They were love letters,” you said slowly. “And now, the most romantic and embarrassingly sappy one, the one I never wanted to see the light of day, is in the hands of Eddie Munson.”

@tillkummer @mlle-ayka @sonicthehedgedoggo @klaine-92 @aurumbelis @onlyangel-444​ @beep-beep-sherlock​ @morishitoshi​ @onceuponathreetwoone​ @toomanybandstocare​ @underthebatcape​ @zeldaknight​ @fieldofsecretss​ @prettyinpunk85​ @igotbasicdrag @gothicfaires​ @thatonecurlygirl​ @luvthatlovestolove​ @loliakeoghan23​ @dearelliewrites​ @mslunawinchester​ @aphex2winn @simonsbluee​ @inkedaztec​ @dumplinshee​ @pastel-abyss-x​ @frozenhuntress67​ @hawkins-hs @witheringawayagain​ @theshinyrock​ @hollandcomics @pinkgothiccprincess​ @persephone13​ @katsukis1wife​ @murnsondock​ @fictionlandslanddreams​ @srapalestina​ @babyghouly​ @madformunsonsstuff​ @harrys-tittie @middle--fingering​ @urmomgov​ @maybankstarkey​ @jbetches @stardustmunson @maltinonka​ @chaerfull @middle-of-the-earth​

#staygoldwriting #Steve Harrington fluff #Steve Harrington imagine #Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #Steve Harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #Steve Harrington x female!reader #steve harrington stranger things

[surftrips]

butterflies — part five.

pairing: rafe cameron x female reader

summary: after returning home from college for the summer, y/n runs into rafe cameron and the two form an unlikely relationship.

word count: 900+

a/n: sorry this next part took so long! the last chapter didn't get as many notes so i lost some motivation, but i'm going to try my hardest to give y'all a proper ending <3 masterlist

One thing about Rafe Cameron is that once he makes up his mind, there’s no convincing him otherwise. After he had made that decision for you two to stop seeing each other, he proceeded to engross himself in his summer job at the golf course five out of seven days of the week and spent the other two days locked up inside his bedroom.

No matter how hard Sarah and Wheezie tried, the two girls could not convince Rafe to leave his room for any reason at all. He was back to being the shell of himself he was after his breakup with Emma.

As for you, you waited for as long as you could. You spent days lying in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, willing a notification to come from Rafe. A text, call, anything. But nothing ever came. 

Sarah assured you that Rafe still cared about you and that he was going to come around, but after a while, you stopped hearing from her as well. 

You did, however, start seeing Dylan again. He had driven up to the Outer Banks almost immediately after you called him agreeing to get back together. (Only after a month had passed and still no word from Rafe). 

And for a while, things were fine. Dylan actually seemed to be better, more carefree and easygoing. You explored places in town together, careful to avoid the ones that you silently considered your’s and Rafe’s. He spent most nights sleeping over at your house, the rest of them crashing at one of his frat brother’s places.

You were happy, as happy as one can you be after they lose their best friend in exchange for an old lover. You loved being with Dylan again, but you hated having to feign indifference toward Rafe.

He had become a sensitive topic for you, and you had yet to say his name around Dylan for fear that his old self would show. 

The truth was, you still thought about him. All the time. How could you not? He had been the one to lift you off your feet all those weeks ago, the first person to make you feel seen after the breakup.

Though your heart belonged to Dylan these days, each time you thought about Rafe or his name was mentioned, you could feel your heartstrings being pulled at, knowing some part of you yearned to be in his presence once again. 

So perhaps it was under this guise that you convinced yourself to give him a call. Dylan was back home for the week and you had just finished binge-watching The Hunger Games for the third time. Seeing Katniss and Peeta had made you feel especially lonely on this night, and though you should have called Dylan, your finger had found Rafe’s contact name and was halfway to pressing the call button before your stream of consciousness could catch up.

Before you knew it, you heard the faint sound of ringing coming from your phone as you slowly held it up to your ear. You didn't want to be too close to the speakers, for fear that you would hear the brutal sound of his voicemail, or worse, he would pick up. It was too late now to end the call, as he would still receive a notification from you. 

Just as you were about to give up, you heard something on the other side of the phone that was somehow worse than both of the scenarios you had imagined. 

A girl’s voice.

At first you thought it could be Sarah, or Wheezie. Rose, even. But what she said had confirmed your fear. “Who’s this?” 

Shit, you thought. You seriously contemplated hanging up, maybe she would delete any evidence you had called and never bring it up with him. But something inside you was boiling up, anger, and you wanted to know who Rafe had gotten close to since you had been gone. 

“I’m Rafe’s friend, who are you?” you asked, feigning innocence. 

“Huh, I’m Rafe’s girlfriend. He’s never mentioned you,” the girl responded, equally as calm, or equally as good at hiding her rage. 

Girlfriend? What the fuck? you thought. Where did he meet a girl? At the golf course?

“I’m Y/N, not sure if that rings a bell. What’s your name?” 

She seemed hesitant to answer, but ultimately responded, “It’s Emma.” 

Ex-girlfriend? Somehow that was much, much worse than Rafe rebounding with a stranger. This was someone he had history with and even you couldn't compete with that. Like Rafe couldn’t compete against Dylan. 

“What do you want?” Emma interrupted your thoughts. 

“Uhm….” You couldn’t just speak to Rafe now, especially with Emma there with him. “Can you just tell him I called?” 

“Why should I do that? You’re just some random girl on his phone that he’s never mentioned. You could be a creep for all I know.”

“Well, I’m not. Listen, I’m not after him or anything. I’m just calling as an old friend,” you tried to convince her, but you were barely convincing yourself. 

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” she said, hanging up before you could respond.

You put your phone down on your bed before sliding your entire body down the wall as you sunk to the floor. 

Great, he’s back together with his ex. And so are you. How did you two get here?

—

TAGLIST: @holy-macncheese-balls @everythingmarveltopgun @maybankslover @totallynotkaibiased @allsmilesreally7 @kys4-20 @golden-tangled-earphone (let me know if you want to be added!)

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #obx #outer banks #obx x reader #obx imagine #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #rafe cameron x you #butterflies fic

[wheneclipsefalls]

Ma Neteyam pt.6

 Part 5, Part 7

Summary: Neteyam is desperate to know what is occuring between the two clans.

Warnings: dirty talk, blowjob, smut, fingering, hand jobs, explicit, stockholm syndrome, abo universe, power imblalance, alpha/omega dynamics, daddy kink

A/N: Let’s be real, this chapter is mostly smut. (Minors don’t interact)

After a couple days Neteyam was finally allowed out with Vamai for the occasional hike. Kxolo had become more and more busy with the communication occurring between the Omatikaya clan and their own. No amount of pressing could get the alpha to speak on what these messages consisted of, but he assured the omega things were progressing in a good direction. There was no saying what that really meant, so Neteyam was forced instead to get information by his own means. 

He took every opportunity there was to be around the alpha when speaking to Tamil or Pulo, even Epok for safe measure. The omega would simply play it off as coming to get his mates attention. Oftentimes he found that cuddling against his side or hand holding would soften Kxolo up. Despite this, many of the times he would get very little information from these interactions. It only took a day or two before the group was evidently using code words to discuss matters. 

It didn’t take much to get Vamai to plot with him. The girl was always up for something that was outside of the monotonous routine. Breaking the rules only made her that much more intrigued, claiming danger was the real key in adventure. The two paid close attention to the betas and alphas around them, looking for patterns in their meetings along with keeping track of who was delivering the messages. 

“It has been three days of this constant messaging and Kxolo still won’t say a peep about them. I need to know what is going on!” Neteyam groaned before unsuccessfully trying to skip a rock against the lake’s surface. Vamai glanced back at the betas around the lake’s edge, checking to make sure they were still out of hearing range. 

“I think it’s time to face the facts, Nete. We are never going to get close to those meetings. It’s time to change tactics.” Neteyam cocked his head to the side in question at Vamai. 

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, can you really say you have tried everything possible to get in the loop? You are dating Olo’eyktan for crying out loud.” Exasperated, Neteyam stood from his crouching position and began to pace back and forth across the water’s edge.

“Of course I have. Eywa knows I have asked more times than I can count.” Vamai deadpanned back at the younger omega. 

“Asking? Oh sweet innocent Neteyam.” She teased in a mocking voice. Neteyam scowled as the girl continued to laugh.

“What?” He flew his hands in the air in impatience, waiting for her to explain.

“If you want something from an alpha you don’t just ask them. You coerce them, and you know the best way to do that?” Neteyam stopped in his tracks, getting a bad feeling about where the conversation was heading. Vamai’s playful smirk only confirmed his suspicions were correct. 

“Vamai no! I’m not some cheap slut.” Her laugh only became louder till the point of toppling over against the rocks. His face burned red with anger at his friends' mocking gestures. It was the same feeling he had when his parents told Lo’ak about the birds and bees before him and the young alpha refused to tell him anything. 

“Neteyam everyone knows what you two have been up to at night.” The beginning of dread began to gather in the pit of Neteyam’s stomach at the news. Mouth agape, slightly resembling a fish out of water, the omega male stared back at her in disbelief. 

“What? Since when?!” 

“Half the clan can hear you, Neteyam. You aren’t very quiet.” Her eyes lit up with amusement at the other omega’s reaction. Meanwhile Neteyam felt like he was about to die of embarrassment. Had this been the case from the beginning? How much were the other able to hear? Could they hear them speaking too? Vamai rolled her eyes playfully at the theatrical distraught look on the boy’s face. “No need to be shy. You aren’t the only ones keeping people up at night.” The comment did little to sway the male. 

“Why haven’t you ever brought this up?” A mortified groan left his lips as he ran one hand down his face. 

“I thought you knew.” She simply shrugged before casting her own rock into the lake. It cascaded perfectly across the surface with three bounces propelling it. Vamai smiled triumphantly, seemingly forgetting the worry of her friend. 

“Oh Great Mother.” Neteyam sighed to himself, once again attracting the attention of the other omega. 

“Oh stop stressing about it so much. My point was that this shouldn’t be that new of a thing for you. If you really want to know what is going on with your clan the best way to do it is use the assets you already have. You would be surprised what a simple blow job ca-”

“Vamai! I am not doing that!” The omega urgently whisper yelled back at the girl. His eyes frantically scanned across the guards praying to Eywa they had not been witness to any of the conversation. Neteyam was taught to not speak of such things, let alone plot to use them to his advantage. Vamai remained unconcerned by the Sully boy’s uneasy attitude towards the subject. 

“Is it a size problem? Cause there are ways around that.” Neteyam’s eyes widened at the insinuation. An insinuation that made his mind wonder to question the size himself. After all, Kxolo was not a short male. 

“I-I don’t know. I’ve never…” Vamai’s ears perked in interest at the stuttering. For once surprised by the outcome, she leaned closer to the boy from her crouched position. Neteyam didn’t care for the devious look in those eyes. 

“Are you saying you’ve never seen him naked?” It was obvious that there would be no response from the boy but Vamai didn’t let it ruin her fun. Neteyam internally screamed at himself for saying too much around the nosy omega. Vamai was relentless and the last thing he needed was to pour out every detail of his sex life as a form of entertainment for her. 

“Wow, I have to say I am surprised at that. Kxolo isn’t really the shy type. But then again, maybe he is just waiting for a certain someone to coax him out.” She winked back at the boy. Neteyam tried to play off the embarrassment with an eye roll before turning to immerse himself in the task of finding another skippable rock. However, his mind was already falling down the rabbit hole. Was the alpha waiting for an invitation? Was Neteyam supposed to give it to him? 

“On the bright side, that puts you at a great advantage. I’m sure he would give you just about anything to get some reciprocated attention.” The wheels started turning in the boy’s head as he considered her words. 

His conversation with Vamai was the seed of thought that grew into a slow obsession. Neteyam couldn’t get her words out of his head. His mind raced with questions begging to be answered as he pondered the relationship between the two. Up until that point he had never paid much mind to the fact that not only had he never seen the Olo’eyktan naked but also he had never seen or helped the man reach his own orgasm. It surprised Neteyam to find that this realization made him feel quite selfish, as if he owed the man who kidnapped him anything. That being said, Neteyam had reached a climax from the Kxolo’s hands more times than he cared to admit and not once did the Olo’eyktan ask for the favor to be returned. 

It was all Neteyam could think about as he sat through dinner, occasionally trying to appear polite by engaging in conversation. The questions continued even when he lay down to sleep next to the alpha in the hammock. He weighed the validity of Vamai’s statement about getting information concerning home. He wondered if Kxolo really would loosen his strict secretive attitude just from Neteyam providing some reciprocated pleasure. The outlined bulge against his ass throughout the night drew his mind to much more vulgar and explicit thoughts that had the omega getting very little sleep. 

The next day only proceeded in the same direction as he spent the morning hunting alone with his mate. Neteyam was still not trusted with weapons but he figured it would be better than sitting around waiting for Vamai to finish her responsibilities. However, sitting there watching the alpha now, he started to wonder if he had made a grave mistake. 

The male moved gracefully as if in a dance quietly creeping up to the animal. His brow was concentrated into a furrow as he pulled back the arrow, posture tall and strong. Eyes shifted lower and lower until they rested on the one scrap of fabric concealing the object of Neteyam’s curiosity. The v shape leading to the alpha’s pelvis felt like an invitation. No matter how many times he fluttered his eyes away, Neteyam always found himself back to that spot staring. 

“It seems to not be his day to return to Eywa. Let’s try further down the river.” His daze was broken, finally realizing the alpha’s attention had been turned back to him. Recovering quickly, they continued through the thick forest in pursuit of a more promising spot. 

When the Olo’eyktan would crouch low against the forest floor, Neteyam couldn’t shift his attention from the flexing in the man’s thighs and the skilled precision in every step Kxolo took. The thought of being between those strong thighs had his stomach fluttering. The alpha had proven his ability to get Neteyam into a mess beneath him, but what could Neteyam do to him? What effect could he have on the mighty Olo’eyktan who walked with the confidence of a god? 

On the way back, Neteyam considered Vamai’s advice once more and this time found it less appalling. Although he hated to admit it, he was burning to finally taste and feel the Olo’eyktan cock. Every instinct in his body was screaming to please his mate. There was an opportunity to satisfy that desire and progress his plans all in one swoop. 

“How was the meeting with the hunting party last night?” The boy feigned nonchalance as they walked side by side. 

“Still very confidential, little one.” A little put out by the instant rejection, Neteyam tried to figure out what step was next in the seduction process. Acting purely out of panic, he stepped in front of the alpha and pulled him down for a heated kiss. 

A small noise left the alpha’s throat in surprise at the sudden affection but the kiss was returned quickly regardless. Shifted onto the balls of his feet the boy reached up to hook his fingers around the back of Kxolo’s neck. The kiss became more heated as the alpha pulled the boy closer by the hips. Finally starting to feel successful Neteyam began to leave kisses trailing down the male’s torso, slowly starting to crouch to his knees. Lips hesitant but persistent they finally came across the top of the loincloth. One small hand reached out for the fabric but was quickly snatched by the wrist before he could continue. Looking up at Kxolo, he found the male staring back at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“What’s going on here, baby boy?” Nerves tickled his stomach, all of a sudden feeling inadequate to pull this off, but there was no backing out now. 

“I just thought that with everything going on I could help you let off some steam.” He looked through his lashes for good measure but the alpha’s face was unreadable. His chin was pinched firmly as Kxolo used it to straighten the omega back to his feet and bring him in close.

“Hm is that what it is?” Though hardly coming out as a question, Neteyam nodded along anyways. The stare was piercing and it made the boy shuffle uneasily on his feet. “Try again, baby.” 

“What?” he huffed out, frantically searching Kxolo's expression for clarification. 

“Sex is not a bargaining chip, Neteyam.” The boy felt his heart drop to his stomach at the intense look Kxolo gave him. Although desperate to come up with some way out of trouble, his mind went blank as the alpha took another step closer to tower over him. He craned his neck upwards at the male. “What was the plan? Suck me off and I’d spill all the secrets?”

“Do you…not want me to?” The responding dark chuckle sent a shiver down Neteyam’s spine.

“Trust me Neteyam, I think about it all the time. One of the many fantasies I have about you.” Neteyam felt a rush travel through his veins at the alpha’s confession. Not an ounce of shame showed in Kxolo’s face as he cockily smiled down at the Sully boy. His right hand came to slowly trace an invisible trail up the column of Neteyam’s neck. Knuckles brushed the azure skin softly before comin up to lightly cup his jaw. “Pretty lips wrapped around Daddy’s cock.” A thumb swiped across Neteyam’s bottom lip effectively parting it from the upper lip. Neteyam’s golden orbs looked up through his lashes, dumbfounded. “Just like that.” Kxolo murmured, the image now so much clearer. 

Neteyam was speechless. The boy felt like his muscles were made out of stone as not a single inch of him would move on command. That pull to the Olo’eyktan was back. An invisible line tying the two together. Against his will, Neteyam found his own fantasies following that of the older male’s. His hindbrain ached to know what the alpha tasted like. 

“But Neteyam,” The fantasies slipped away as he was snapped back into the moment. “When you get on your knees for me, it will be because you are aching for it.” His mouth went dry. “Not for some scheme to boss your alpha around.”

The touch was gone. Faster than Neteyam could blink, Kxolo was a few steps away picking up the bow and positioning it on his back. One wink over the shoulder was all he received before the older male was strolling through the forest with ease, as if he was on a Sunday afternoon walk. 

Trying to break out of his frozen state, Neteyam mentally cursed Vamai’s name. 

Seduction was never Neteyam’s strong suit but watching Kxolo at dinner he was sure the man wrote the novel on it. Every fleeting touch and simple brush was calculated. His relaxed spread leg posture, elbow resting on a propped knee gave the omega all the material he needed to spin together explicit stories. 

For the first time since arriving, Kxolo did not insist on having him pressed up against his side for the meal. Instead, he sat on the other side of the fire, directly across from Neteyam. Ironically, the space made the Sully boy more flustered than any of the other nights. Predatory eyes would drag slowly to Neteyam’s small form. Sometimes gliding from head to toe leisurely, other times narrowed in on the bite marks still visible on his skin.

By far the worst, however, was the knowing looks that the alpha sent him. Eyes bore into his own, a crooked smirk forming. An unbreakable confidence in that gaze telling Neteyam Kxolo knew exactly what he was daydreaming about. Then the heat of the gaze was gone as Kxolo switched back to friendly conversation with the other clan members so fast it gave Neteyam whiplash. 

The switch was borderline fascinating, but the young warrior knew it was a tease. Pure uninterrupted attention only to have it ripped away in a second. The first few times the boy thought he had hallucinated the occurrence. 

Neteyam fought to get a grip before focusing solely on the fish before him. Kxolo was setting him up for failure. Clearing his head of all dirty thoughts, he took deep breaths in and out slowly. Feeling his heart rate slow slightly, Neteyam went back to eating the fish once more. 

The twinkling of colliding beads broke his focus once more. Head thrown back, muscular arms bent at the elbow to reach behind, Kxolo went about leisurely collecting and trying the long decorated braids. His whole body was in a slight arch, hips raised so discreetly one would have to be looking to notice. Neteyam was looking. 

How easy it would be to reach the alpha. His hindbrain illustrated scenarios of crawling towards Kxolo to nestle between those strapping thighs. Rip the constricting piece of fabric concealing his mate’s cock. To finally feel the weight of his length against his tongue, savoring the taste. Low and guttural moans leave the older male’s throat, slowly thrusting up into the warmth with one large hand guiding the boy’s head down. 

The eyes were back. One eyebrow teasingly raised before it dropped suddenly. His amber gaze flicked down towards Neteyam’s lips before returning again with a darker haze. It was then that the omega realized his bottom lip was once again trapped between his teeth. 

Do not bite your lip like that unless you want me to rail that little hole of yours right here and now.

The words from the lake flashed through his brain causing the omega to release the lip at once. Great Mother, that man has a dirty mouth! Neteyam thought to himself. He tried not to acknowledge  how many times that dirty mouth had gotten him off whether through filthy words or filthy touches. 

There was an arrogant gleam in Kxolo’s eyes as he looked back towards his mate. There was no denying that the alpha knew what he was thinking of and most importantly what he desired. That being said, Neteyam knew that the older male would continue to be an asshole about it and make him work for it. There was always a game of foreplay with Kxolo. A chase. Chase for relief, chase for intimacy. He had made it clear that if Neteyam wanted something, he would have to ask for it. 

It was then that he noticed the bugle in the navy loincloth the Olo’eyktan wore. A familiar heat coiled in the pit of his stomach and Neteyam knew that he was done for. 

“Okay fine, you win.” Neteyam rushed out suddenly as they continued their walk back to the tent. Kxolo, however stopped in his tracks, head tilted to the side in curiosity.

“I win huh? Has a different ring to it than your usual bratty remarks.” Neteyam glared up at Kxolo ferociously. He swore if he wasn’t so horny, that alone would have pushed him into retaliating back at full force. “And what is it that I win, baby?”

“You know what I’m saying.” Kxolo feigned an oblivious expression, shrugging back at the boy. “What we were talking about earlier.”

“Earlier,” Within two strides Kxolo was pressed against him, already placing gentle kisses along the column of his neck. More slick began to gather as Neteyam’s head started towards that hazy state again. “We talk about a lot of things, baby.” Neteyam’s small hands instinctively found hold on the male’s biceps for support. “Perhaps you are referring to the conversation we had with three of my fingers deep in your hole.” An audible gasp exhaled from Neteyam’s as long fingers lightly brushed the crack of his ass. “That is if you can call it a conversation. Most of your contributions were those beautiful whimpers.” 

The words were starting to become a jumble as he could feel the older male’s bulge poking at his stomach. The goal however was ever so present in Neteyam’s mind as his omega hindbrain repetitively begged to feel Kxolo’s cock. It yearned to please his alpha, to hear more of those praises that generously left the Olo’eyktan’s lips during these interactions. 

“Or maybe you are begging me to care to these pretty marks again.” A jolt of electricity sprang through his body into a shiver as Kxolo’s fingertips teasingly ran along his sides until reaching the marks on his right hip bone. Neteyam shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. It frustrated him how easy it always was for Kxolo to get him into a delirious state just from a few touches and condescending remarks. 

“This morning y-you said I could…” Amber eyes looked back up at Neteyam from their spot against the curve of his hips. It took everything in him not to shuffle back at the burning intensity residing in that gaze. Kxolo’s eyes never strayed from that focus as he trailed slowly up Neteyam’s body. The flat of his nose teased against the smooth skin as slow kisses were deposited along the boy’s abs up to his pecs. Without warning sharp teeth gently nipped against his right nipple. The omega let out a gasp, attempting to step out of the embrace. Kxolo didn’t hesitate to grip his hips and pull him back in place. 

Finally that nose trailed along his collarbones and up his neck. Neteyam’s head fell back without a thought, leaving his throat open for access. To his surprise however, one hand cupped the back of his head, carefully positioning him back facing forward. Kxolo’s face continued to draw a long line from the edge of Neteyam’s jaw to his chin. The omega held his breath as it trailed up till they were nose to nose, lips less than an inch away. Hot heavy breath fanned against his lips and Neteyam’s eyes fluttered closed. 

The kiss was heavy and agonizingly slow. It was as if Kxolo was trying to memorize the feel of Neteyam’s soft lips against his own. And then they were gone and he opened his eyes to find the taller male staring straight back at him. 

“What are you asking for, baby? Use your words.” Fingers already twitching towards the waistband of Kxolos loincloth and accepting there was no way around it, Neteyam let the words flow out. 

“Please can I suck your cock, daddy?” A feline smirk stretched across the alpha’s lips before Neteyam was captured in another kiss. Neteyam allowed the male to dominate the dancing of their tongues, completely lost in his hormones. He could feel the last bit of resistance and logic float away from his mind. 

“Being such a sweet thing asking so nicely. How can I say no?” Heart thumping at an exponential rate, Neteyam stared back, completely lost as to what to do next. Always quick to pick up on the boy’s needs, Kxolo guided Neteyam’s hands down the alpha’s torso until they rested just barely above the loincloth. 

“I-I’ve never done it before.” 

“Of course not, baby. You’ve been a good boy, waiting for your alpha. Don’t worry, Daddy will teach you.” Neteyam’s omega instincts purred at the reassuring words. The nerves slowly started to wash away as Kxolo let the alpha pheromones drift towards the boy. 

“On your knees, baby.” Neteyam sank down without a further thought. His small fingers went out to rest against the large flexing thighs in front of him to steady himself. Pleased with the omega’s behavior, Kxolo affectionately brushed through Neteyam’s hair before going to untie the loincloth. 

Neteyam’s eyes finally looked away from the male’s face once a small slap sound of Kxolo’s cock hitting his stomach resonated. His breath hitched at the sight. 

Kxolo was bigger than he had anticipated. Fully erect with angry veins popping out, Neteyam wondered how he was ever going to fit it inside his mouth. The boy was sure he couldn't even wrap one hand around the whole thing. Noticing the dumbfounded expression, Kxolo let out a chuckle before intervening.

“Don’t worry, little one. We are going to take it nice and slow.” Neteyam mindlessly went to run a few fingers down the length. He let out a small squeak when Kxolo’s cock twitched under his finger. “Baby,” Eyes flickered up obediently to watch Kxolo. “How about you give it a little kiss?”

Hesitant lips gently placed a small kiss on the head. Neteyam nose scrunched slightly at the taste of precum. Following the praises, Neteyam was instructed to start licking along it. It started out as only small kitten licks but he stopped at the heavy breath released from the alpha. A new motivation to hear those noises began. Starting from the base of the balls, the Sully boy dragged the flat of his tongue slowly to the head.  

“Oh Great Mother!” The older male groaned from above. Looking back up at that expression, Neteyam felt a new addiction forming. A desire to have the upper hand, to know that he was the one making the mighty Olo’ekytan moan and groan his name. 

Waiting for no further instruction, Neteyam began tracing the veins with his tongue mercilessly. When he reached the head, the omega made sure to circle it around the circumference, drunk on the hazy look that was forming in Kxolo’s eyes. Not satisfied with the volume, Neteyam took one more deep breath before slowly sliding the head into his mouth. 

“Neteyam!” His cock was heavy on Neteyam’s tongue and thicker than anticipated so the boy’s lips had to stretch in order to fit around it. Despite these struggles, the omega began to drop his head down lower and lower onto his alpha’s cock. His descent was quickly disturbed as not only half way down it hit the back of the boy’s throat causing Neteyam to gag.

“Woah there, baby boy. Slow down, it’s ok.” Kxolo used the boy’s braids to gently guide him off his cock. Eyes glassy with tears and a line of saliva messily still attached to his lips, Neteyam gasped for air. It took everything in the alpha to not climax at the sight right then and there. 

“There’s no need to take Daddy’s cock all at once, baby boy.” Kxolo gently guided his head back down onto his cock but this time stopped before it was deep enough for discomfort. “That’s it baby, now try to breathe through your nose. It will help.” Looking up through his lashes at the male, Neteyam obeyed. “Whatever you can’t fit, you can use your hands for.”

Situated with mouth and hands around the male’s cock Neteyam began to bob slowly. He recalled what Kxolo had done to him before and experimented by hollowing his cheeks. The response was almost immediate as a low growl rumbled in the alpha’s chest. A new wave of confidence rushed through Neteyam, urging him to tighten around the cock and occasionally swirl his tongue around the head once more. Fingers tightened around the braids and the alpha’s chest began to rise and fall drastically. 

“Good boy, yes like that- oh Eywa- good job baby.” It was the most disheveled he had ever seen the other male and that realization made pride swell within him. His knees dug into the dirt as he tried to pick up the pace, careful to take deep breaths through his nose. 

“Look so pretty on daddy’s cock, baby. That pretty little mouth was made for this wasn’t it?” The words sent another jolt of arousal through the boy’s body as he realized how crude he must have looked on his knees desperately trying to engulf his mate’s cock. Neteyam could feel his backside was covered in slick that was already trickling down the back of his thighs. 

“What a sweet boy, making daddy feel so good.” Neteyam popped off at the comment and placed another kiss on the angry head before giving the alpha a sweet smile. Kxolo let out a strained laugh, shaking his head from side to side. Feeling devious, Neteyam began to kiss close along Kxolo’s pelvis, dragging his tongue around the erect area but never touching it. These games did not last long before Kxolo intervened. “Cheeky boy, time to go back down.” 

Deep groans and growls were music to Neteyam’s ears, urging him to continue the onslaught on the alpha’s member. Their eyes would connect randomly at points and Neteyam would bat his lashes flirtatiously till Kxolo was back to throwing his head back and moaning his approval. The moans drowned in praises and words of affirmation spurred Neteyam on as he did everything he could do to help Kxolo reach his high. His omega instincts purred at the idea of being the alpha’s source of pleasure. 

Switching back and forth between taking the member in his mouth and teasing with kisses and licks along the head and shaft, Neteyam would look up at Kxolo in fascination. Sometimes the alpha would stare back with a proud smile and others, he would catch the older male throwing his head back in pleasure. Sharp jawline accentuated by the long decorated braids and attentive eyes, Neteyam couldn’t help but admire how handsome the other male was. It was something he tried not to think about or acknowledge throughout the day but in moments like these, there was no denying it. Kxolo was the most attractive man he had ever seen. 

Neteyam lost track of time, completely fixated on the task before him. He choked in surprise as warm sticky cum spurted into his mouth. Not at all prepared, the boy jerked off of the member and sat there gasping for air as the rest of the alpha’s seed spurted along his jaw and cheeks. Kxolo’s growl of pleasure eventually tapered into a deep chuckle as he observed the mess along the startled boy’s face. 

“We can work on that later, baby.” Kxolo breathily reassured, still coming down from his high. Neteyam looked completely wrecked on his knees, pupils blown wide and cum messily drawn along his features. “You did such a good job, baby boy. What a good little cocksucker you are for daddy.” 

Neteyam moaned at the words, reaching up for the alpha. Kxolo quickly obliged, coming down to kneel in front of the boy and running his thumbs along Neteyam’s face. Gathering bits of sperm on his fingers, Kxolo slowly fed him the warm cum. He laughed softly at the pained expression Neteyam’s face contorted into at the taste, but was proud to find the boy continue regardless. 

“I think it’s your turn, little one.” Neteyam nodded frantically at the words, the smell of slick still thick in the air. “Where do you want me?” Kxolo didn’t need an answer as the smell intensified. 

The Olo’ekytan swiftly manhandled the boy to flip around, ass in the air and face pressed to the ground. This new position gave an unobscured view of the puckering hole winking at the male. He groaned at the sight, cock already starting to come back to life. He began with loving wet kisses along the perfect globes. These actions were not appreciated as Neteyam was in no mood for waiting. 

“That’s now what I need, daddy! Please!” Neteyam’s head turned to the side and pressed against the dirt, glassy eyes sent pleading looks back at the alpha. The bioluminescence began to grow brighter, leaving colorful glows of orange and purple painting across the boy’s glowing freckled skin. Looking at what a beautiful mess his mate was before him, Kxolo couldn’t find it in himself to deny the boy. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. I’m going to take care of you.” The loincloth was removed quickly from Neteyam and lazily thrown to the side. Hungry eyes roamed across Neteyam as Kxolo used both hands to spread the cheeks apart. 

Kxolo’s lungs filled with air deeply as he inhaled the intoxicating scent of his omega. His face dove between those cheeks without a second thought, tongue licking slowly along the puckering hole. Neteyam whimpered at the foreign feeling, already shifting his hips in search of more stimulation. Kxolo could tell there was no patience left in the boy but lucky for Neteyam, the alpha was feeling very generous after seeing the boy pleasure him so openly. 

Neteyam took the first and second finger in with little pause in between. By the time a third one slipped past the rim, Neteyam had pushed himself back up onto his knees so his sweaty skin pressed firmly against Kxolo’s chest. Small gasps repetitively left the boy’s throat as he began to ride the thick fingers deep inside of him. Kxolo’s cock strained uncomfortably at the sight, completely in awe of the boy’s sudden desperation and confidence. 

“N-need more, need more now please!” Kxolo softly shushed the boy with a gentle stroke to the cheek before inserting his thumb. The tight ring of muscles grasped and pulled at the fingers with such strength, it took serious persuasion to slide them in and out. 

“Your ass is being a bit greedy, baby boy.” He condescendingly teased before running a hand down to grip Neteyam’s erect member. The air was filled only with the derogatory sounds of slicked fingers slapping into his hole. Neteyam let out louds groans as he rode the fingers so hard it began to put strain on Kxolo’s wrist. Still fisting his cock, Kxolo tried to match the speed of his pumping to that of the thrusts but nothing seemed to put the boy at ease. 

“Need more, daddy! It’s not enough!” Kxolo watched the boy’s expression to find a completely hazed over expression with furrowed eyebrows. The omega had gone completely dumb on the male’s fingers alone and the visual was something that both turned him on to no end and slightly worried the Olo’eyktan. 

“Hush, little one. It’s ok, I’m going to take care of you.” His grip tightened around the head of the boy’s cock but Neteyam was quickly shaking his head side to side.

“No! No, I need you inside now! Need your cock now daddy.” Something primal stirred in Kxolo at the words, but he tried to push it aside. Neteyam could barely remember his own name, let alone give consent to losing his virginity. 

“You don’t know what you are asking for, baby. Calm down and let me handle this.” Neteyam was neither soothed nor side tracked by the comment. 

“Yes I do! I need you to take me now! Need it so bad please please p-please! I’m asking nicely!” 

“Neteyam, I am not taking your virginity tonight just for you to hate me tomorrow.” A growl resonated from the smaller boy and in an instant Neteyam had slipped off those fingers and out of the male’s grasp. Like an enraged feline, Neteyam sharply turned on the male to roughly push those broad shoulders until the alpha was on his back and he was sitting on top of his pelvis. 

A new type of heat gathered in Kxolo’s stomach at the act of defiance. The male’s fangs came into view as a hiss escaped his chest and the alpha was practically throwing the smaller male’s body off of him. Merciless fingers gripped the back of Neteyam’s neck as Kxolo hovered above his helpless body. The other arm forcefully hooked under the boy’s right leg to keep him spread wide open for him.

Pure enraged fire roared in those golden eyes as he stared down at his mate. There was a line that had been crossed and Neteyam’s body shivered in anticipation of what was to come. The grip on the back of his neck was used as leverage as the alpha brought his face up towards him. A single breath could hardly pass between the two with their proximity. 

“Needy little brat, demanding more even when I’ve told you no.” The words passed through gritted teeth with venom laced into them. “Do you not trust that I will take care of you, omega?”

“N-no I mean y-yes I know you will.” Sentences were a struggle to tumble together as all Neteyam’s hindbrain could only focus on pleasing his alpha. 

“Am I not giving you enough attention, huh? Am I not making you feel good?” A sweet caress slowly down the boy’s propped inner thigh had him squirming and whining instantly. Exasperated whimpers left his lips as the alpha’s fingers slowly found themselves circling his rim once more. 

“No no! I’m sorry Daddy! F-feel so good!” Neteyam was taken aback by the sweet kiss against his lips. 

“Are you ready to behave for Daddy then?” Hot breath tickled the inside of Neteyam’s left ear from the words. Chills swept across the omega’s skin as every sense went on high alert. His body ached for something, anything. Anything that would soothe the searingly painful arousal and heat coiled in his core. 

“YES Daddy! I will, I will. I’ll be good I p-promi-” the sentence was cut off by a gasp Neteyam let out as two fingers slipped in without warning. Kxolo watched the expression with satisfaction, cock twitching from looking at the mess his omega had become underneath him. 

“Yes you will.” Kxolo growled out lowly before slipping his fingers back from behind Neteyam’s neck. One hand scissoring the boy open while the other leisurely traced along his torso, the omega arched into every touch. Neteyam let out a small scream as a third finger was added simultaneously with a harsh pinch to his left nipple. 

Sharp fangs dragged across his upper chest slowly inching closer and closer to the other peak. Neteyam craned his neck to see and anticipate the stimulation but was distracted by those fingers curling around his sweet spot. His head immediately threw back in pleasure, completely forgetting about the teeth. Neteyam began to twist helplessly under the man as lips and teeth began to torment his nipples while those fingers curled and slammed against his sweet spot. 

The pleasure became all too much as Kxolo’s other free hand began to tease the head of his cock. The thumb slipped in and Neteyam dug his heels into the ground to push away and attempt to close his thighs. A sharp bite latched itself around one nipple in warning. 

“Where do you think you’re going baby boy?” Kxolo squeezed the small cock in his hand firmly. 

“I-it’s too much!” Neteyam attempted to arch away from the touch, overwhelmed by the intensity that was bringing him closer and closer to the edge of orgasm. 

“Oh really? Just a few minutes ago you were whining at me for not giving you enough and now you sit here and tell you can’t even take a few fingers inside and strokes to your cock without falling apart.” Kxolo shook his head mockingly tsking at the boy. He used his own knees to spread Neteyam’s legs outwards once more while delivering long and firm strokes to his cock. Tears began to gather in the omega’s amber eyes. “You begged for more and now you are going to take it. Keep these legs spread for me. Don’t make me tell you again.” 

Kxolo smirked deviously at the twitches and increase of slick that gushed out during his reprimanding. He could complain all he wanted but the alpha knew Neteyam got off on being dominated. His body became putty in his hands, ready and willing to be shaped in any which way. 

Lowering himself back down again, Kxolo refocused his attention on dragging his tongue down the boy’s outlined abs while keeping up the onslaught on his cock and hole. He accentuated love bites with a simultaneous twist and curl of his fingers that made Neteyam cry out with tears down his face. His own cock strained horribly against the ground but the alpha tried to dismiss the arousal and focus instead on pushing the other boy over the edge. 

Neteyam’s fluttering hole and shaking thighs told the Olo’eyktan he was close but there was still one spot Kxolo wanted to revisit. Tongue and teeth carefully skated along the smooth star speckled skin before coming to rest right above the boy’s hipbone. One simple kiss to the area was rewarded with the omega arching his back dramatically as he moaned out gibberish. 

“One of my new favorite places.” He smirked against the skin before dragging the flat of his tongue along the concave surface. Kxolo let out a groan at the tightening of muscles around his fingers reacting to the touch. “Poor little thing, so sensitive.” 

“Daddy ple- please…I n-need.”

“Shh little one, I know what you need. Just keep making those pretty noises for me, ok?” Neteyam nodded his head messily against the dirt, eager to please. “Good boy.” 

Kxolo pumped his finger mercilessly against the spongy sweet spot while teasing the head of the boy’s cock with his thumb. Neteyam continued to moan and scream beneath as the pace of pumping to both sensitive parts started to drastically pick up. His fingers curled into the leaves and dirt beneath in ecstasy. “There you go, baby. You gonna cum for Daddy?”

“Ye-yes daddy gonna c-cum.” Watch the boy tremble, stutter, and twitch; he knew there was only one thing left to push him over the edge. He smiled down at the unmarked skin of Neteyam’s left hip. Sloppy kisses were deposited onto the glowing freckles and Neteyam had snatched the long braids into his grip. A scream ripped from the boy’s throat as Kxolo began to suck earnestly at the spot, determined to make a matching mark to the other hip. “C-close close so close Daddy!” 

One final bite to the hickey was all it took. Neteyam shook and arched as the cum spilled out of his cock and his hole gripped mercilessly onto Kxolo’s fingers inside. Kxolo continued the stimulation till it was carrying the boy through the orgasm. Neteyam’s eyes rolled back into his head as a silent scream kept his mouth wide open. 

Absolute perfection, the Olo’eyktan thought. 

When the younger boy finally gasped for air and began coming down from his high the two were a mess of cum and dirt. Kxolo carefully slipped his fingers out of the soaking hole, watching as Neteyam let out weak whimpers. Pupils blown wide with a blank stare, Neteyam was lost in the haze of post orgasm. 

Careless of the slick and cum his hands spread across the boy's skin as they traveled up his sides, Kxolo carefully laid a sweet kiss on his lips. There was a lag in response but eventually soft hesitant lips kissed back. 

“You back with me baby?” Kxolo quietly asked while comfortingly twisting some braids in his fingers. Neteyam nodded with hooded eyes that incidentally traveled down till they got caught on something. Kxolo followed his gaze to find it locked on his own rock hard cock upright against his stomach. 

“Y-you’re-”

“I’m alright, baby boy. Don’t worry about it.” He plastered on the most convincing smile he could muster even though all his body wanted to do was flip Neteyam over and pound into him till he was filled with his cum. 

“You want me to help?” Neteyam timidly offered. The alpha shook his head fondly at the generosity, sure that the omega could barely walk let alone handle another round. 

“Sweet one, you’ve helped more than enough.” Kxolo carefully positioned the limp boy into his lap, kissing tenderly along his jawline. Neteyam preened under the affection, eyes fluttering closed in exhaustion. 

Neteyam didn’t awake, held bridal style in the alpha’s arms, until cold water could be felt on his backside. His eyes shot open to realize Kxolo was wading them into the lake slowly. He whined at the temperature, such a drastic contradiction to his burning skin. 

“It’s ok, baby boy. Just need to clean you up.” Neteyam groaned in protest, trying to arch away from the water. Kxolo fought these movements gently but firmly to ensure there was no escape from the needed bath. He was set upon a submerged rock that had the waterline tickling against his ribcage. 

“It’s freezing!” The omega wrapped his arms around himself, teeth already on the verge of chattering. There was no space to avoid the waters however as Kxolo towered in front of him, large hands softly keeping the boy in place. 

“I know, little one but you are covered in dirt and cum.” He chuckled, scooping up some water to pour over Neteyam’s shoulder. The omega jerked at the action, already shivering in the lake. Kxolo was patient as he lathered soup into the boy’s chest and neck gently. Neteyam hissed and backed away with every splash of the water Kxolo carefully distributed but the alpha simply let out a small laugh and continued to hold him stationary. 

Neteyam finally stopped fighting it as he found the only true source of warmth was found in being pressed up against the older male. He was exhausted and, even though he would never admit it, craving the safety and comfort of the Olo’eyktan’s embrace. 

“Lean your head back.” Kxolo softly ordered, helping the boy recline to get his hair in the water. He took his time getting every leaf, vine, and piece of dirt washed out of the braids that had been swept back and forth across the forest floor. Despite the cold, Neteyam’s eyes fluttered sleepily from the comforting sensation of the alpha’s long fingers against his scalp. 

It took several dunks under water to get the residue off of Neteyam’s face and each time the boy would spring out of the water with narrowed eyes and pinched brows. Kxolo laughed at the Neteyam’s dramatic attitude that was easily fixed by a tight embrace and hands rubbing up and down his arms to create some heat. Kxolo was especially careful when his hands traveled southward and washed every nook and crevice. Neteyam would occasionally shift and whimper from the sensitivity, but he stayed obediently in the alpha’s arms nonetheless. 

“Stay here.” Neteyam groaned as Kxolo placed him back on the rock and went to wash himself. Without the large body blocking it, the wind whipped against his wet skin. Curled up into a ball, Neteyam watched the Olo’eyktan bathe, admiring the glowing lights that danced across the outlined muscles of his back. He became mesmerized by the long braids Kxolo carefully washed in the water. 

Neteyam’s head felt heavy as he lulled it from side to side till resting it against his propped knees. His mind was still a blurred jumble, only primal wants and needs in focus. The need to be warm. The need to be held. The need to feel his alpha’s body against his own. 

“Not time to sleep yet, baby boy.” The warm voice accompanied by a kiss to the forehead lured him out of sleep, finally blinking back up at the male. Strong arms wrapped around his back and under his knees till he was lifted again into Kxolo’s arms. Neteyam took the ride happily, wrapping his hands around his neck. Kxolo let out a content sigh at the feel of Neteyam’s face nuzzling into his neck. 

The walk back was silent and Neteyam only stayed conscious of random bits and snippets. The purrs and coos of wildlife acted as a lullaby along with the alpha’s calming scent encapsulating the omega with every inhale. It wasn’t until Kxolo had set him down and began tying a new loincloth around him that Neteyam realized they were back towards the hanging hammocks in the center of the village. The omega quickly scanned the area nervously to see if they had been noticed walking back naked but was relieved to find everyone asleep. 

“I thought we were going to the tent?”

“Change of plans. Come on, time to get you to bed.” Neteyam didn’t have the energy to care as he was led to the hanging hammock and helped down. He was quick to entangle their limbs together and place his head back into the crook of Kxolo’s neck. The Olo’eyktan cooed sweet nothings into his ear while tracing swirling patterns down the omega’s back. Neteyam subconsciously wrapped his tail around the older male’s thigh and snuggled closer. Everything in his nature told Neteyam this was where he was supposed to be.

Taglist: @perfectprofessorloverapricot​

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A/N: hi hello I'm so sorry that I haven't updated this in a million years. I lost steam for it, but I thiiink I might have gotten the gears turning again. I hope y'all enjoy and don't hate me too much 🤭

Charles DeSimone has been wanted for quite some time under suspicion of murdering his wife and two children.

My blood ran cold and I swear my heart stopped beating the second those words registered in my head. I didn't know how to respond as I stared at Officer DeCecca; I simply waited to see if he would take his statement back. He had to have been kidding.

I swallowed, trying to moisten my throat that suddenly felt like sandpaper. "What?" I croaked. "This was a case that went cold a few years back," Detective Garcia spoke this time. "We couldn't gather enough evidence to convict him—he was one calculated, sly motherfucker. Always had an alibi, his home was always pristine when we asked to search it. It was like his wife and kids simply disappeared without a trace."

All I could do was blink as I mulled over his words. How could Charles possibly cover that up so well? How was his family never found?

"Where do we go from here?" Noah asks when I remained silent. DeCecca clears his throat quietly. "Well, right now, you two need to focus on getting back into good health. Especially you, Amelia." "So, you're just gonna leave us with that? No other information?" Noah questions, aggravation in his tone. The officer huffs, "We don't have much to give you at the moment. We have a team searching his property, and we will give you more details as it comes."

I watched Noah's jaw tick. He was angry, and I knew he wasn't satisfied with that answer, but we just had to accept it for now. They can't tell us what they don't know.

The officers leave, but I still don't say a word. I didn't know what to say, I didn't know what to do with the little information that we got. It was confirmation of the fact that Noah and I were going to die there if we hadn't escaped. We were so close to death—in Death's hand all because some schizophrenic man saw me while we were out innocently grabbing kerosene and thought I was his wife.

His wife that he had murdered.

I flinched when someone puts their hand on my shoulder, letting out a quick yelp before pushing it off immediately. "Shit, sorry, Meels. I didn't mean to startle you." It was Nick. "Looked like we lost you for a second there. You okay?" I scrubbed my hands down my face and sighed heavily, shaking my head. "It's just...a lot to take in," I mumbled. "I know," he cautiously puts his hand on my back this time, rubbing slow circles to help soothe me. "We'll be here for you through all of this, though. You know that, right?"

I nodded, lying back against my pillow and shutting my eyes. I just wanted to sleep; I didn't want to think about any of this. I didn't want to see the sorrow or the sympathy on everyone's faces while I lie here confined to a hospital bed.

My life was flipped upside down and turned into a living nightmare just from going to a hardware store one afternoon, and I wished that everything would go back to the way it was 6 weeks ago.

But there was no going back, only forward, and I was terrified of what my future held.

-

I was running. I didn't know where I was running, but I knew I had to keep going no matter how tired my legs grew. I just had to get away.

I looked over my shoulder; there's a decrepit house behind me, and something is telling me I need to be as far away from it as possible. I can hear the paneling moaning as the body flexes, the house calling for me to come back, and the back door swings wide open. My heart rate triples as alarm settles in, and I kept on running, looking forward again.

The woods in front of me are dark and grim, foreboding even, but it felt safer than the building I was running from. The shadows swallow me whole, the decaying trees creaking as their limbs begin to lock into one another, gating me in. Yet I still felt a sense of security now that I can't physically see the house.

There's a beacon of light up ahead, and I knew that I had to get to it. I knew that that was where my safe haven was. My legs picked up in speed while a smile breaks out across my face, happy that I discovered my solace. The light grows brighter; I threw my hand out, only fingertips away from it.

I suddenly can't breathe, and I'm writhing on the ground in agony from how hard I fell. My face hurts, but it's not bleeding when I touch it. My leg is bleeding, though—I can feel the warmth trickling down my ankle as fire licked across my skin.

There’s a bear trap biting into my leg, and I can’t do anything but scream in agony. The jaws were painted crimson, my blood pouring out in ribbons, flooding around me. I’m panicking, trying to release its hold on me, but I can’t focus. I can’t breathe. All I can do is scream and cry.

Leaves crunch in front of me, the beacon is now shining right in my eye. There’s a figure behind the light—it’s a flashlight. I can’t see the figure, but it’s menacing as it crouches in front of me. My heart is beating out of my chest when a gloved hand reaches out, and I knew that this was my demise.

“No! Get the fuck away from me!” I hollered, shoving that menacing figure away from me. They fall to the ground in a heap, bringing something down with them in a loud crash. My eyes fly open, and I’m not in the woods anymore. I’m in the hospital bed that I’ve been lying in for weeks now, and I know that I’ve pushed a nurse to the ground for the umpteenth time.

“I’m so sorry,” I cry out, burying my face in my hands. I hated this. I felt like a menace myself every time I woke up from the nightmare that keeps plaguing me, because I always end up hurting someone. I don’t mean to, though, and it was humiliating having no control over my actions.

The nurse picks herself up, rubbing her elbow with a sympathetic grin. She tells me it’s okay, but I know it’s not. I hurt her again when she was only trying to do her job. I just wanted the medication to make the nightmares stop once and for all, so that I could stop hurting people around me. Thank God they won't let Leora see me unless I'm already conscious; I don't think I could live with myself if I ever did that to her.

She takes care of the dressings on my leg, changing them out for new ones, and takes my vitals after putting the brace back on my leg. Other than my outburst, everything seemed okay with me. My incision from surgery was healing well, and they think I'll be able to be discharged within the next week or two.

I was both relieved and scared to go home—it was going to be a huge adjustment for both me and my family, physically and mentally. They would be helping me with simple, mundane tasks until the physical therapist deemed I was strong enough to do them on my own. They would have to deal with the nightmares indefinitely, who knows how long they'll continue to occur. It could be years before they stop, or they may not even stop.

Breakfast was wheeled in, and my nurse left shortly after. I wasn't excited for the bland scrambled eggs, chewy bacon, and scorched toast, but my stomach growls once I got a whiff of it. I readjusted the bed so I'm sitting up, snagging a piece of bacon and nibbling on it just as there's a knock at the doorway.

I flashed a small smile at Noah when he makes his way in, his hands stuffed in the pocket of his new jeans. He pulls the chair up beside me and plops down in it with a tired sigh, stretching his legs out. "Want some breakfast?" I offer him a piece of bacon, giggling at the face he pulls. "I'm good, thanks. I've had my fill of hospital food," he chuckles, waving me off. "How are you doing?"

Noah had been discharged only a few days after we were admitted since his injuries were so minor, the main concern being dehydration. And even though he didn't have to, he'd occasionally make his way up to visit me. I don't know if it was guilt that he was able to leave while I wasn't, or maybe he knew deep down that I was petrified of being alone. Either way, it gave me some sort of comfort and I was grateful for it, especially since my family didn't always have the time to visit.

I sighed, putting my piece of bacon back on the plate. "I'm okay. Had another nightmare," I tell him dejectedly. "The same one from before?" I take a deep breath and squeeze my eyes shut. "The same one. It's always the same one," I mumbled, bringing my hands to my lap and picking at my nails blindly. My heart starts to accelerate as the images flash behind my eyelids, my breathing quick and shallow with panic.

He puts a hand on top of mine, halting my actions. "I'm sorry, Meels," he says quietly, his thumb delicately brushing against the top of my wrist. "Breathe, you're not there anymore. You're safe." My head hurts; there's a loud whooshing in my ears, and I realize that I stopped breathing. I take a staggering breath in, trying to concentrate on the warmth of his hand and the pattern he was soothing into my skin.

I'm not there anymore. I'm safe. Charles is long gone and can't hurt me.

The bed dips as Noah sits beside me, cradling my head against his chest, his other arm wrapping around me. I lean into him, the new position moving my leg in an uncomfortable way, but I didn't care. I needed the comfort, the security, and right now I felt the safest with him. After all, he did what he could to protect me; he was the one who got me out of that prison.

"Before I left to come up here, Leora wanted me to tell you that she loves you," Noah tells me quietly. "And that she can't wait for you to come home." I let out a saddened laugh, muffled by his shirt. "Did she really?" "Mhm," he gives me a reassuring squeeze, and my heart rate starts to settle. "She was super bummed that she had to go to school and couldn't come with me, but I told her she'll get to see you soon." Tears spring to my eyes, saddened to know that my little girl was dying to see me, but it was also heartwarming to know that she was eager for me to come home.

I sat up and wiped under my lash line to dry the tears threatening to spill, taking in the warmth of Noah's expression. His chocolate eyes were docile as they bounced between mine, his lips curled into a gentle smile, and there's a flutter in my belly from it.

"You two getting along?" I mused, trying to push that foreign feeling aside. He nods, his smile turning into a bashful smirk. "Yeah, I think so. Took a few days, but her Uncle Nick finally got her to warm up to me." I snort, "Good, I'm glad." "Me, too. She's a good kid." I grin, "Yeah, she's great." "Well, she's got a great mom to look up to. She did a great job raising her," he chuckles, and my cheeks warm at his compliment. All I could do was let out a breathy laugh, thanking him quietly while averting my attention back to my breakfast in hopes he wouldn't notice my blush.

I couldn't begin to explain the relief or the elation that buzzed through my body, knowing that Leora was getting along with the man she wasn't even aware was her father. I just hoped that it would stay that way.

|Chapter 15|

#fanfic #fan fiction #noah sebastian #fanfic writing #the three of us #enemies to lovers #second chance romance #noah sebastian fan fiction #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens

[harfblarf]

“Help my Cat” Scam Going Around

Have you received an ask in your inbox from an account that previously wasn’t following you, pleading for a signal boost on their vet-related post? I got one today, but something felt fishy. Or perhaps “phishy” is more accurate?

Here’s the ask:

Now a couple odd things right off the bat. This is a blog I’ve never seen or interacted with, who wasn’t following me prior to sending the ask, so I immediately wondered how they pulled my name to ask for help. And while the world in general is a shitshow, so I can sort of see why a person would default to saying it “isn’t the best time to ask for help”, they say it with such confidence without knowing me at all.

Odder still, from their posts-- which at least do look extremely normal and human-like, down to the mishapocalypse profile picture-- we don’t share any interests aside from... well. Cats.

The other odd thing is them specifically requesting I reply privately, through DM or a private answer. I wouldn’t think much of it except they’re already asking me to publicly share something on my blog; if I’m going to answer the ask, why can’t I do so publicly?

I scroll through their blog some more. Their pinned post is, indeed, asking for help with their cat:

Weirdly, though, an earlier version of this post uses a completely different name for the cat??

This is bizarre to me and my red flags are pinging louder. Maybe it’s innocuous, though, I mean, it could just be a nickname or something? Why would you change it though?

Also, the post’s ratio is weird-- 101 reblogs to 44 likes. I suppose not too shocking if they’re doing this use-an-ask-to-get-a-boost tactic widely, but the ratio is pretty extreme. I check the notes. Every single reblog with tags has some variation on ‘boost’ or ‘signal boost’; there are no comments. No one has mentioned knowing this person, no one has vouched for the legitimacy of the post... but two mention that they were asked to boost the post.

*EDIT: Per a polite anon, I will clarify that signal boost/boost tags themselves aren't a red flag; what bothered me was that the post's ONLY interaction history came from boosts from seeming strangers. An active fandom blog, active enough to think posting a plea for financial help might get traction, SHOULD have at least one or two mutuals or friends who are willing to push the post and vouch for its legitimacy. Because the only engagement was from people who had clearly been approached via ask, like me, I got the heebie jeebies.

Okay, I’m doubtful enough that I’m not comfortable boosting this post myself. But let me check one more thing.

I search google for the exact phrasing of the help-requested post.

Ah.

There’s well over a dozen blogs pulled up with this exact phrasing. Most of them use the name “Koppi” instead of either “Ashel” or “Biscuit”, but a few use “Ashel”. The oldest result, from 2016, uses “Ashel”; more commonly, these results are from 2022 or earlier this year and again, most say “Koppi”. Also interesting: basically none of these posts exist anymore. Google can identify the exact wording even beyond what I included in my search query using whatever demonic powers allow it to reference removed content, but they’ve clearly been deleted.

Additionally, which I clarify for those like me who attribute Google’s quirks to demonic powers rather than an actual understanding of how it works: if the dates didn’t make it clear, these aren’t the blogs in the notes of falesyorac’s post. I cross-referenced the names. It’s not pulling up those reblogs, so presumably the majority of these results at one time came from someone who drafted and posted the wording to their blog, not from reblogs.

Maybe it was once a real post, maybe it’s always been a scam, but evidently the content of the post has been stolen and recirculated at this point. Along the way I found this as well, an anon warning someone who must have reblogged a version of the scam post:

So this is at least partly confirmed as a scam from another source.

Please be wary, do your due diligence before you put your money anywhere, and block & report falseyorac. I’m not sure the nature of the falseyorac blog originally; it may have been a real account that got hijacked, it may be a very convincing fake, it may be a real person’s blog who is trying to to leverage their innocuous appearance to pull quick money with a beggar scheme. Regardless, it is evident there is not a genuine Ashel/Biscuit needing help today and that whoever holds the falseyorac account right now is trying to pull a scam.

One more thing-- one of those reblog’s tags I showed earlier.

I also have a tag for reblogs of cats. (It’s “cats”.) I suspect this is where this particular iteration of the scam is pulling its targets from-- after all, people who reblog cats enough to tag them must care about them, right?

Finally, I am tagging the people who reblogged falseyorac’s post with tags (there’s too many for me to do everyone who reblogged it at all) below the readmore-- if I messed up and tagged the wrong person and/or you want your name removed, please just contact me and ask. I want to make sure you can see this warning, but I’m happy to untag you if it bothers you for any reason.

@thislilfecker​ / @koreanbibliophilegirl / @kingminyard / @sss-shyshy / @shoutmonishere / @cleocatrablossy / @mothmansass / @aroanehring / @valkyrie-ellis / @jae-writes-fanfiction / @ninja-chibi / @iambecomeahamburger

(A few people’s names didn’t come up when I tried to tag them, so I wasn’t able to include them here, rip.)

#cats #scams #scam #cat #signal boost #warning #boost #mutual aid #community aid #community support #pet scam #donation scam #harf blarf blib blab #i spent too much time on this

[g0nta-g0kuhara]

there is no such thing as talking about chapter 4 too much....go crazy

I knew I could count on you Mashi

Just... as a treat... I want to submit further evidence for my Kokichi essay in proof that The Killing Game Busters was never meant to succeed. Screenshots from episode 46 of ShortOneGaming's v3 playthrough:

(class trial, chapter 4)

This was shortly after Kokichi revealed that Gonta was the culprit. The goal of the Killing Game Busters was to get Gonta to win so that everyone else would be mercy killed. THIS is not the actions of a person wholeheartedly going along with that plan. He is aggressively insisting that they have to look into Gonta as a suspect (which he will only continue to pull Shuichi through for the rest of the trial). That is the polar opposite of what is necessary for the Killing Game Busters to succeed. If he wanted that plan to succeed, he could have carefully used Kaito's outburst to turn the blame back onto himself.

I mean, I guess you could say that Kokichi here is specifically just trying to piss Kaito off, which is founded. The way he says "WE want to live" "stop getting in OUR way" places Kaito as an outsider. This works especially well to chip away at Kaito and Shuichi's relationship because, again, this is not long after Shuichi first said they needed to consider Gonta as a suspect, "siding" him with Kokichi in Kaito's eyes.

...But, I think there are other ways Kokichi could have done exactly that. There WERE other ways he did that. None of it would require sabotaging a very delicate plan the way he had been already for a good portion of the trial.

Also, there was another thing I noticed near the end of the trial. Every time they confirm something that Gonta did in their murder plot against Miu, Kokichi takes ownership of the idea.

(class trial, chapter 4) (This is about Gonta rappelling down the wall using the toilet paper)

(class trial, chapter 4)

Now, this could be true. In fact, I believe Kokichi did come up with the vast majority of the plan. But, it is kind of weird that he just keeps pointing out his involvement like this. It feels to me like that every time Gonta gets incriminated, Kokichi needs to pull the attention back to himself. Yes, Gonta physically carried out Miu's murder, and that's horrible, but don't forget! I, Kokichi, planned it all! I made him do it! Look at me! Hate me!

It's just another way Kokichi worked to antagonize himself in the eyes of everyone else. He couldn't let people focus on the reveal of the true culprit for too long if it meant distracting them from villainizing him.

#pluto answers #shut up me #kokichi ouma #drv3 #drv3 spoilers #danganronpa v3 #danganronpa #meta #theory post #id in alt text

[partyanimal167]

Something is Up- Law x F!Reader

Hello fantastic people! I finally got hit with which prompt I could use for my Spy Event with Law. It's been awhile since I wrote his character, but the complexity of it as well as his knack for planning lends itself to this one. I hope you enjoy, and please feel free to check out the event list for any request you want to send my way.

✒️ A Not-So Secret Identity- Law x F!Reader

cw: sfw, fluff, witty/silly reader, author knows nothing about medical school

There was just something that was...off about him. You had a gut feeling about the situation, but you weren't sure if you were just sleep-deprived or actually right.

You stared at the stacks of papers you had just finished grading for your professor, and you nibbled on your pen as you held the last one. This particular student was just...different.

It was difficult to grasp the range and terminology of human anatomy and biology, but there was just an odd way about how this guy--Law--got things wrong on his tests and mistakes in his papers.

You had watched him in class. He looked to be around your age and didn't stand out too much. He didn't answer questions often--not trying to show off or brag about near-perfect scores like his classmates did. He sat near the back off towards the side. He took notes during the professor's lecture, but even the way he moved and followed along felt so calculated.

You had spoken with him a few times--gave him props for citing a recent medical journal with untraditional authors of women and military doctors. He only nodded and mumbled in response, but it had you thinking. You didn't know how he accessed that journal since it wasn't part of the school's main databases. You shrugged it off.

But then you realized that there were some inconsistencies with the information he seemed to retain and what he definitely knew. There was just a confident, knowing presence about him that you made you curious.

You marked up the paper in your hand, and just for funsies found a folder with old papers from earlier in the semester. You found Law's and skimmed over the marking notes which confirmed your suspicions. In the more recent paper, there were some errors and misuse of terminology relating to muscle fatigue and lactic acid. However, in the paper before, Law went into great detail about lactic acid accumulation and how it relates to muscle usage. It just wasn't something that the man would get mixed up or forget about weeks later. Of course, your professor had fifty other things to worry about and only wanted you to put in grades, but it got you thinking.

~~~

Law wasn't sure whether or not he was thankful to be seeing the traditional process of becoming a doctor (compared to his fast-track government training) or if he wanted to shoot himself. This wasn't the worse undercover job he could have, but at the same time, maybe it was just a bit too fitting to have him there.

Progress was being made though. There was plenty of evidence of money laundering as well as some hidden human research being facilitated by the university on public volunteers. Most of this was being handled by only a couple of staff members and a too-wealthy alum as the head. However, Law needed to see if there were any other cracks he could find on the campus. So he thought it was great when his TA reached out to go over some study material. He could finally confirm whether or not that anatomy professor was in on this.

Law thought he was so lucky.

Law is never so lucky.

He gawk at your smiling face and bubbling vibes as you beamed while taking a sip of your coffee. "What did you say?"

You giggled as if he asked the silliest question ever. "I want to help you with your investigation." you replied.

Law blinked dumbly. Yes he did hear that correctly, but there was no reason to panic yet. He had a cover to keep. He tilted his head and tapped his notebook--trying to seem nervous yet confused. "I- I don't know what you're even talking about... So um-,"

"Your actual name is Trafalgar Water D. Law; you came to this country when you were a child. There's some murky details about where you're from, but you were in a private, recluse school--which I'm assuming is some crazy classified government thing. Your specialty is in cardiology and have been a part of some public-funded studies." you seemingly announce your findings with a proud air.

We need to hire her. Law didn't know what to say. He hadn't planned a protocol for if his cover was blown because there was no reason it would--he thought. He blended in well-enough, and most research doctors weren't making public appearances. He avoided a lot of attention despite his findings because of his work affiliation. It was easier for people to assume he was some rich brat.

More silence. "Should I keep going? Your residential address is 54-,"

"Okay, okay, enough." Law let out a sigh and closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't want to push with how much you knew, but there wasn't a sure way to quiet you yet. He had to see if you were a threat. "First of all, what made you even think to question me?"

You shrugged as you finished off your drink. "The differences in your papers just didn't make sense. At first, I thought you paid someone off to write it for you, but I never see you hanging out with anyone. Then when I looked up some of the contributors from your resources, I came across a peer review you did with that same doctor. I must say I do enjoy your work." You laughed awkwardly.

Law wasn't sure what to say. You were smart; that's for sure. But you were just too giddy about your findings for it to seem like you were...bad. He would run a background check just to be sure later, but he had to handle this first. "I- okay thank you. But listen, this isn't something you can just tagalong in. There's a lot at stake."

"Awww, but Law," you whined and pouted.

"I commend you really, but a lengthy Google search isn't enough to-,"

"The school's medical supplier is on it too. They sometimes bring in real pills instead of the practice sugar ones which spread to others." you added on.

Okay, I did not know that. Law wasn't totally convinced. "And why do you know that? Why would I even trust you?" he argued.

"I was cleaning up a practice lab and saw a bottle. I didn't think anything of it until I googled the name and nothing came up--not even a trial. I didn't think about it too much but now..." there was a lot of hope in your eyes. "So can I help?"

Law only looked back at you slightly annoyed and conflicted. "No." then you hit him with the puppy eyes, and Law knew he needed back up on the situation. "Okay, look. Let's get you in and take a couple statements. We're going now."

You shrieked happily. "Ooo, going to HQ? Will I get a visitor's badge? You should totally let me see some of things you're working on. One of the ideas for dissertation is-,"

Law listened to you ramble on as he walked you guys out the building and through the parking lot. He had a solid plan laid out, and somehow, he was now dealing with you in the mix. You were an uncontrollable variable, and he had a feeling that he was going to be dealing with you more than he prepared for.

~~~

The reader kinda reminds me of Luffy lol. It's just fun to be silly. Also, this is a little reference to joke of how women need to be in the FBI because of how much information that can get. The dots were connecting for sure.

Thanks for reading! Feel free to check some other works out or shook me a message.

Bye~

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece fanfiction #law x reader #trafalgar law #spy au #stewies spy au event #fem reader #writing prompts #partyanimal167

[magicstormfrostfire]

Fanfic fanons that are now canon in Monkie Kid!

This is a sequel to my post in 2021 'Things that I have to keep reminding myself are not true (or at the very least not confirmed) in 'Lego Monkie Kid' because Fandom and Fanfics have warped my perception of reality' back when we only had seasons 1-2! I made a funny list of lmk fanon tropes I found in fanfics so much that they kinda made me forget what was real and what was fanon. But after season 4 and the special, I decided to go back over things because a LOT has changed. So, without further ado, lets get into all the juicy details (with pictures!) hehehe~

Despite the events of 'Shadow Play' the rest of the gang does not know about Macaque

Okay so this one got solved immediately after season 2. Like Mac just showed up right where s2 ended. He made his presence known. Repeatedly! Relentlessly! I love him btw.

MK has never told Sun Wukong that Macaque appeared while he was gone

I listed this one specifically because some fics decide to either have MK confess to Wukong that Mac's been in contact with him after his debut episode, or MK might keep it a secret. But in the grand scheme since his debut, its kinda irrelevant now. Man is everywhere.

The Gold Fillet has not been mentioned

This is also no longer true! I mean we see it a lot but there's not a conversation about it specifically. I think that counts... (We're gonna get to the juicy ones I promise)

MK's real name has not been mentioned in the Dub

Still true! (I should clarify; I mean they havent told us what it is. Only that MK is a nickname because his real name is too long.)

MK does not have any confirmed biological family details

Whew, okay so this one is harder. We know that MK was adopted by Pigsy after being born from a stone on FFM just like Sun Wukong. So while its not exactly like Wukong laid him as a stone egg (I mean...he might've idk) its safe to say he is more related to Wukong biologically than anyone else. Right?....I think.

MK does not have an older sister

Still true, for reasons above! (Him having an older sister happened in fanfics a lot more than you'd think)

Reincarnation has not been confirmed or denied

Comfirmed now! It was HEAVILY implied in season 3 toward the end anyway heh.

Red Son and MK are not dating

YET. (But they do have cute moments -crosses fingers-)

Pigsy and Tang are not dating

Im HAPPY to say that this one is actually sort of implied to be canon? I could list a bunch of knowing looks and one off remarks but I'd be here all day gushing so I'll just go with the most obvious piece of evidence. Season 4's Pig-Napped! Has a moment where Tang is trying to get through to Pigsy, who is trapped in his ancestor's body. He mentions that he has "dedicated his life to this man (Pigsy)" and idk how else to read that if ya know what I mean. (Also this cuddle moment when he got Pigsy back. Tee-hee)

Sun Wukong and Macaque have not had any kind of relation or relationship confirmed beyond "Beloved Friends"

This one is ALSO having some VIBES but not anything confirming enough for me to outright say its canon. Though there's...there's somethin' goin on. Shadow Play set the table but seasons 3-4 gave us a FUCKING ANGST MEAL.

and the special we learn a lot more about Macaque and Wukong's relationship. They were canonically a lot closer and more affectionate than I had originally expected and the implication of being "sworn brothers" the two sharing a home at FFM, and peach metaphors/nicknames I could write a whole book about. I can't really say it has anything as concrete as Tang saying his life is for Pigsy, but I can say the implications are MIGHTY, and their wounds are DEEP. (Shadowpeach flows in my veins so deeply, season 5 please give me what I need its Sonadow but Monkey men please gods, all of the gods, just give me--)

Mei, Red Son, and MK have never had a party or a sleepover

Weirdly enough, this totally happened??? Like not gonna lie out of all of these things on this list, this one was the one I didn't expect to come through. But they did sleep over at Red's place, and had a beach party at the end of s4.

Lady Bone Demon has not been directly referred to as White Bone Spirit in the Dub

This is true, likely because they just went with a different name entirely for the English dub.

The Shame Temple is not for sex

YET.

There is no Easter Bunny, There is no Tooth Fairy, and there is no Spindrax

Honestly considering what happened to the spider gang as a whole, I'm not surprised this is still true....(RIP)

MK has not called Pigsy Dadsy (Update: a few people have confirmed this has happened) and Mk has not called Sun Wukong Dad

Im including these two together (even though the Dadsy one was already confirmed in s1) for a few reasons because I feel like I need to talk about why.

MK not only has called Pigsy Dadsy, he says flat out in season 4 that Pigsy is his dad, due to adopting him. This is in reply to Mei saying that Wukong is his dad, due to the whole stone monkey thing. While its implied he and Wukong are cut from the same cloth somehow, both being mystic stone monkeys, MK only sees Pigsy as his true father.

Macaque has not been redeemed yet

This one is a lot more nuanced. While Mac is no longer their enemy and is a reluctant ally, I wouldn't call him redeemed necessary. This is mostly because around the end of season3 and all of season 4 we begin to delve into the complexity of Wukong/Macaque. It's shown that both parties did damage and hurt each other in the past. It feels a bit black and white to try and put all the blame on Macaque and say he needs to be 'redeemed' now that we know more about the two monkeys. But for the sake of argument, I will say that as of season 4, Macaque can be considered one of the good guys even if they're not his 'friends.'

His relationship with Wukong is just beginning to mend and that's a whole different can of worms, but as past antagonists go, I'd say he's got a seal of approval when it comes to being a reliable ally.

Aaaaannnddddd that's all the ones I had! This was really fun to comb through all of the fanfic themes and see how much they've snuck their way into canon (or were flat out proven to be the deal from the start) since season 2! Hopefully once season 5 rolls around I can address some of these unconfirmed fanfic themes again, and maybe even have new ones! (Right now the only one I can think of is Azure having romantic feelings for Wukong but since he's kinda gone idk if that would ever come up)

If anyone has some other fanfic themes that are so fanon they get mixed up with canon, let me know so I can make a list! mwhehehe UwU

#lego monkie kid #lmk sun wukong #lmk macaque #lmk season 4 #lmk

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Back in late 2020 I made a post which mentioned as a side comment the impression I get from a lot of the more aggressive SJ people that writing/saying a lot (e.g. writing long, nuanced, qualifying, and/or perhaps defensive-sounding responses) is seen as evidence in and of itself of being wrong in the argument, specifically the type of wrong that comes from a position of privilege (I thought a little later I wrote a short post focusing only on this, but I can't seem to find it now). The example in the above-linked post is in the strangely-proportioned screenshot, where someone who is being attacked for not bowing down to the Correct political opinions keeps responding with lengthy, articulate, nuanced comments (which include some acknowledgment of her own weaknesses) and is met only more vehement attacks declaring checkmate explicitly on the grounds that her comments are long. The end of the exchange happens when she leaves a comment raising her eyebrows at being attacked for long-windedness, and the entirety of the response is "...you and your privilege". It's a finale that's stuck with me.

I was reminded of this today when an unexpected spurt of activity showed up on my Tumblr: an activist with whom I got into a contentious exchange well over two years ago for some reason chose now to abruptly reblog a several of my lengthy responses with pithy remarks (okay, plus one which includes a link to her own independent blog post about it which I don't think I'd seen before), and a minor flurry of likes and replies followed. I don't care to reblog any of this now, or even link to it, because my getting into that debate is something I'm really not proud of: the topic is not a hill I want to die on, and I dislike my awkward defensiveness and repeated apologies and semi-retractions. If I'm going to spend time and energy arguing something really controversial, I would rather it be a discussion where I can be really incisive and not catch myself arguing carelessly and sloppily and feel the repeated need to step back and clutter everything with caveats and apologies. But, if you are curious, I was defending a YouTuber I respect from being cancelled for being Problematic, and this exchange happened in spring of 2021.

The one new bit of substantive information for me coming from today's activity is the link to a separate blog post written at the time, which further confirms that there's no point in me continuing to defend that YouTuber to this activist: apparently among the list of things that makes this YouTuber's case worse and confirms their guilt are (1) publishing an earlier video which made all of the exact right points but which (surprise, surprise) got noticed by more people than a written article by a lower-profile person from the Relevant Marginalized Group making essentially the same points, (2) acknowledging that the Relevant Social Justice Cause is a good one and including a link to a fundraiser, and (3) momentarily sighing with a slight look of exasperation when first bringing up the accusation of being Problematic in a video. (Sorry I'm continuing to be vague here.)

Continuing to argue with this activist would be a waste of time, since our rhetorical values and norms are clearly too far apart for us ever to reach each other. Looking at it makes me grateful to have found a part of Tumblr that does share my basic notions of how discussions should work.

But what strikes me most of all is how my lengthiness itself is somehow treated as evidence of my guilt or wrongness or privilege or something. One of my lengthy reblogs got met today with a single sentence mocking it as a "dissertation" and managing to weirdly characterize my thesis without explanation, while another later one got met with "Have you considered just.... never talking again? Because you are not good at it." Again, these little zingers were fired off probably within a few minutes earlier today, in response to things I wrote back in spring of 2021.

That's the exact same kind of back-of-the-hand dismissal that I mentioned above having witnessed done to someone else (with the "...you and your privilege" comment). It reads like "This person talks too much, that's how you know they're in the wrong, so no need to address any of their points, if I smack them with a one-sentence response saying 'Haha that just further confirms you're wrong!' then I win."

And it's like, usually I consider my ability at cognitive empathy to be quite good, but it's hard for me to figure out what the other party is actually thinking in a situation like this: I can sort of get my head around not respecting nuance in certain selective situations and thinking the ability to feel nuance is a sign of privilege or something, but I can't quite figure out how they justify these one-sentence blanket dismissals on the grounds that the other person's comments are too long without imagining that they must be aware on some level that they're just being domineering-in-an-internet-way and deliberately going for a cheap and empty slam-dunk. This isn't very charitable, but honestly I have a hard time understanding such people's motives any other way.

#vagueposting #discourse #social justice