#one thing i did notice is that race seemed to be a really big presence in the story

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Dream Fever

Gibbs X Reader One-Shot

Prompt: You have a dirty dream about Gibbs and try to play it cool.

Mentions: Sexual acts, death

Mostly angst/tension/no smut

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Anxiously, you tap your pencil on your desk, grabbing the attention of Bishop and McGee.

“Y/N? You good? You’ve been pretty distracted all morning,” McGee asked, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine. Just a little too much coffee I guess.”

Except you weren’t fine. You were busy replaying last nights dream in your head. The dream that included a certain grey haired agent. The reason for the dream?

It could’ve been the way you saw Gibbs interrogate your suspect yesterday. Or the way he walked into a room like it was a runway show. Regardless, it was keeping you from doing your job correctly and you weren’t sure you’d even be able to look your boss in the eyes today.

“Grab your gear. Dead Naval officer in Norfolk,” Gibbs spoke, walking into the bullpen and grabbing things from his desk. Quickly, you grabbed your bag and practically raced into the elevator before anyone else could accompany you, let alone Gibbs.

You chose to sit in the back seat with Bishop on the car ride there but couldn’t help but steal glances at Gibbs through the rear view window. He only caught you looking twice, both times, you immediately looked out the window, a redness forming at your cheeks.

“Hey, what’s up with you,” Bishop asked as you two walked toward the crime scene, McGee and Gibbs walking ahead, out of ear shot. You were pretty close with Bishop, you two sharing a lot of commonalities so you decided to tell her.

“I had a dream about Gibbs last night and it won’t leave my head.”

Her jaw dropped and she had to keep herself from laughing out loud.

“Shut up Ellie. It’s not funny. I can’t even look at him in the eye.”

“You’re right, I’m sorry. But why Gibbs? Is he your type?”

“I don’t know. Something about his tough yet caring exterior just seems to do something for me. You know I’m into older men.”

“True. What was the dream about?”

“Well he called me into the elevator for some reason and then did the whole stopping it in between floors. There wasn’t much talking but a lot of kissing and-

“Hey! You two done gossiping over there?!” Gibbs yelled, causing the both of you to rush over. He gave you a stare that you completely avoided by staring at the floor and eventually walked over to the cop that called in the death.

“So you said you there was a witness that might’ve saw the suspect fleeing?” You asked.

“Yeah, she said it was a guy wearing a black hoodie and jeans. Didn’t get a good look at his face though.”

Just as you were about to ask another question, you felt the presence of Gibbs standing right beside you, overwhelming your senses and making you completely lose your train of thought.

“Where is she so we can ask her a few questions,” he asked for you.

“Getting checked by the EMT’s. I guess your guy also tried attacking her as well once she saw him.”

You followed behind Gibbs, appreciating that runway walk he had and let him do all the talking with the witness as you just wrote everything down and occasionally gave him a once over.

Back at the squad room, you all began gathering all of your evidence when you found something interesting.

“Hey McGee. What non profit did you say our Petty Officer donated to?”

“Um, just WWF and PETA once a month. Why?”

“Well I was looking through his financial records and found a reoccurring payment starting in July to a Riker Humanitarian Organization.”

Both McGee and Gibbs came over but Gibbs decided to lean over your shoulder to get a better look at the computer screen, hand supporting himself right beside yours. You never really noticed how big his hands were until now and found yourself staring at them, remembering how they caressed and squeezed your body in your dream.

“Y/N? What am I looking at?” Gibbs asked slightly irritated as you snapped out of it. You clicked on the payment tab, sending Bishop a “help me” look at the same time which she only grinned at. She was loving how uncomfortable all of this was making you.

“Three thousand seems a bit steep for a humanitarian donation boss. You think his wife knew anything about it?” McGee asked.

“You and Bishop go find out. Talk to the wife. See what she knows.”

“I can go too if they want some more help,” you offered, not wanting to be alone with Gibbs.

“It doesn’t take 3 people to ask a few questions Y/N. You stay here. See what else you can dig up.”

You watched Bishop get up and giving you a wave and mouth good luck to you before following after McGee, making you die inside.

After a bit of more searching through the victims records, you didn’t find anything. Looking over at Gibbs, he had his glasses on and was staring intently at the case file in front of him. The glasses were a nice touch to his look. Made his facial features a little softer and only made you pay more attention to his icy blue eyes.

You hadn’t realized how long you had been staring until he looked up at you, catching you red handed.

“Can I help you Agent Y/L/N?”

“Huh?”

“Why do you keep staring at me?”

Not being able to come with an appropriate answer, you stuttered for words.

“Uh, I don’t- I think I’m gonna go see if Abby has anything for us.”

Thoroughly flustered for the upteenth time that day, you left a confused Gibbs and scurried downstairs to the lab.

“Abby. You gotta help me,” you pleaded, walking through her doors and seeing her typing away on her computer.

“Is it about your Gibbs dream?”

“What? How did you- Dammit Bishop.”

“Hey, I think it’s cute. Gibbs barely gets romantic admirers and I could totally see him being your type.”

You covered your face with your hands and groaned. “I don’t to want to be his romantic admirer Abbs! He’s my boss!”

She shrugged and continued typing on her computer. “I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with dreaming about Gibbs. He’s a dreamy guy. If you like that gruff, quiet, brooding type.”

“Just tell me something about him that would be a turn off so I can just think about that instead of my dream.”

“Dream about what?” Gibbs asked from behind us, making the both of us jump. Oh God, please tell me he didn’t hear anything before your last few words.

“Y/N had a dream about someone and is trying not think about it,” Abby snitched.

“Abigail! Shut up!”

She smiled as your cheeks got tomato red. “Anyone we know?” Gibbs asked, stepping closer. I could’ve died right then and there.

Before Abby could say another word, you interrupted. “No! It’s nothing. Just a stupid dream, it doesn’t matter.”

He gave you that look that usually gives your suspects when interrogating them. The one where he looks into your eyes, then your lips, then back at your eyes again. Your breathing increased ten fold and you wouldn’t have been surprised if he noticed.

Thankfully he seemed to drop it and walk over next to Abby and ask her about the case. You have to remember to kill both her and Bishop.

>>>>

Once McGee and Bishop had come back from questioning the wife, you were all surprised to see them also come in with the suspect you had been looking for.

“Y/N. With me in interrogation,” Gibbs ordered while walking away. By now, McGee also had that dumb grin on his face so your sure Bishop had told him about the whole situation as well. You just flipped them both off while leaving to follow after Gibbs.

The suspect ended up not being any help. And neither were you. Anytime Gibbs got frustrated with him and started raising his voice, you just stared, not realizing that you didn’t ask one question during the entire conversation. “Y/N. Elevator. Now,” he said after you both exited the room. Shit.

You silently followed after him, dreading what was about to happen. You didn’t even look at Bishop and McGee as the both of you passed them to the elevators. He let you in first and walked in behind, letting the doors close and move both of you up a few seconds before pressing the emergency stop button.

“What’s going on with you Y/L/N? Is this dream really that distracting?”

You had no idea what to say. You just kept your eyes glued to the wall behind him, trying to ignore the intimate lighting and how similar this situation was becoming to your dream.

“How many times have you dreamt about this person?”

Oh jeeze. To Bishop and Abby, it was only one dream but in reality, it was probably like 5.

“Is this why you’re being weird with me all day?”

He stepped closer, making you instinctively take a step back, finally getting you to look him in the eye.

“Is the dream about me?”

You didn’t say a word but you didn’t have to. Gibbs was smart. He knew how to read body language. And you were giving all the tell tale signs of nervousness and attraction.

He looked down at your lips and back up at your eyes like earlier and you swallowed hard.

Finally, he stepped back and pressed the emergency button, bringing the lights back on and giving you a chance to take a huge breath. Just as the doors opened, he turned to you.

“We’re not done here.”

#ncis fanfiction #ncis #agent gibbs #gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs

[lvlyghost]

Hi I just read your “The Things I Never Said” oneshot and loved it. Can I get a kind of opposite version where Simon wishes to be a dad but the reader never wants to be a mom so she freaks out and gets an abortion with out Simons knowledge and later he somehow finds out? Maybe angst to fluff? Totally ignore this if you dont want to, have a wonderful day/night.

The Things I Wish I Said

Pairings: Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: You decide to end things with Simon after what you did.

Word Count: 1.7k

Tw: hurt, comfort, angry simon, angst, implied abortion. Not proofread.Think that's it but lmk if i missed anything!🐸

A/N: here it is! I hope this doesn't disappoint and that it lives up to your expectations 😰🤞🏻 I really enjoyed writing this one and since it's similar to my previous fic decided to name it quite similar. ✨💞

Masterlist✨Masterpost

He doesn't know. You stare at Simon's gargantuan body as he barks orders to the new recruits. Things have been rather... tense lately. And it's all because of you.

Yesterday had taken a toll on you. A big piece of your heart and soul lost forever in that godamn clinic. You can still smell the perfume of the nurse, feel the hands of the doctor as he tried to comfort you. You're deadly pale, tired and numb. That's why you're sitting on the other side of the field, watching the rest of your team training as usual. Nothing changes for them. You on the other hand? Can't even look at Simon in the eyes. Not anymore. The one thing he wanted the most was also the one you were the most reluctant to. It just wasn't you.

You didn't have it in your DNA. To be a mother. To carry a baby in your arms. And not because you're selfish, but you had decided a long time ago that having children was off the table.

Even when everybody would say 'you'll change your mind when you find the one'. Well it was a blatant lie because you found him. You loved Simon. You'd do whatever he asked of you. Just not this. And you hate yourself for it.

You lied to him and didn't mention anything. Didn't tell him you were pregnant with his offspring.

Couldn't even bare to maintain a conversation with him. And he's starting to notice the way your body startles when he reaches out to you. How you avoid his gaze or not kiss him anymore.

"Feeling better?" He questions, strong arms crossed. Simon doesn't fully look down where you sit but side eyes you. He awaits. You're looking out to the field, ignoring his presence as you swallow the lump in your throat.

"Not really, Lieutenant." You simply add, in a hushed tone.

He sighs but doesn't move, starting to lose his patience. He's trying so hard to understand why you're acting like this. He's preoccupied. Anxious. Yet doesn't let it show, remaining stoic as ever.

"Wanna talk about it, Sergeant?" Biting down on your lip and fidgeting with your hands you shake your head. Simon rubs his face, annoyed that whatever the fuck is happening is driving the both of you apart, so he sits down on the bench next to you. "What is it?" He turns his head to you. Arms resting on his knees.

"Simon..." you warn him with a sad tone.

"No. That's an order."

"Sir, we're done here..." One of the recruits shouts from the other side.

"You bloody keep going until I tell you to stop!" He seethes, making you flinch.

Resting your head on your hands, start thinking about the inevitable. About what you're going to do. Your heartbeat racing when you feel his eyes on you again.

"Simon..." you say. "I... I- don't think we should be together right now." It hurts deep inside because all that's left is the rustling of wind and the voices of the soldiers around. You don't turn to see his reaction, probably wouldn't be able to stand it. It's not because you didn't love him. In fact, you loved him more than he could imagine. It's what you did behind his back what's eating you alive. And the best way you can seem to cope with it is to leave him.

Not a sound comes from him for the next few seconds. Until you finally find the courage to look his way. Blue eyes scan your body.

"As you wish, kid." He whispers. You can't see it but he's already spiraling down to a dark place.

The one good thing he had...

-

"I've had enough!" Soap's voice booms in the hallway and then your door bursts open. You shriek, standing up from the bed. "I can't stand it anymore lass. You've gotta talk to him." He says.

"Johnny... we've talked about this." You murmur.

"No. I'm being serious! Ghost is more irritated than usual, he almost punched me for saying he needed to get laid. The bloody hell happened to you both?" His eyebrows furrow. "You need to figure this out, otherwise..."

"It's complicated." You deadpan.

"Well then bloody make it right! Steaming fucking Jesus you two acting like fucking children. Grow the hell up."

You had never seen Johnny this mad.

Of course you were aware of Ghost's attitude since you two broke up. And it's only been three weeks. You've been attending the military counselor since then, it's a sorrowful feeling when you think about Simon, while you talk about him. About what led to the end of your relationship or whatever it was that you two had going on.

"I believe what you went through was hard and painful. But I do think that he deserves an answer." she had insisted. "He needs to know."

It was easier said than done. Every time you thought about going to his room or wherever he'd be you got this uneasy feeling, like he somehow despised you now. That all the soft smiles and gentle caressing that were once just for you had turned into frowns and harsh commands. Dismissing you whenever you showed up to training. Not even making eye contact during debriefs. Walking right past you in the corridor. You can't help but wonder if the baby's eyes would've been more like him or yours.

Stop.

The counselor said it was a type of ptsd and that therapy would help you get through it.

"The first step is to let yourself feel that pain, make amends with it, and then go see him."

"I'll try to talk to him Johnny. I promise." You murmur, jaw clenching.

The mere thought of going to speak to Simon made your hands sweat and your heart beat frantically.

Three days after the conversation with Soap, you stand in front of Simon's bedroom door. Blinking rapidly as your mind races with all the things you ought to say. It's almost one in the morning, unable to sleep you decided the conversation couldn't wait any longer. You couldn't wait anymore. Swallowing down saliva you raise your hand, two soft knocks on the door echoing in the empty hallway and you wait patiently, fumbling with your hands as the anxiety begins to raise.

Simon doesn't open so you knock again two times only to be greeted by more silence and a loud thunder outside in the sky.

A quiet huff leaves your mouth as you turn on your heel and leave. Wandering around the compound with no clear direction. It's dead silent, you're left with your own self destructive thoughts as you walk past the gym. A low thud can be heard from behind the doors so you backtrack and take a glimpse through the window.

Why is he at the gym at this ungodly hour?

Pushing past the door you walk sluggishly, Simon's quick to notice the disturbance, ready to snap at whomever is here to interrupt his midnight routine. It's been like this for weeks now; not being able to sleep. The nightmares that had disappeared for the most part came back with full force.

There's a hollow feeling inside of him ever since you decided to call it quits. He doesn't fucking understand, he's mad. Furious even. Can't help the anger whenever he wakes up and you're not there anymore. Can't bear the sight of you during debriefings and not even looking his way. The way you freeze when he has to order you around.

Had he done anything to make you fearful of him?

He needed to know, he needs answers. He'd ask tomorrow. He swears. Whatever it was. Then he'll walk away.

He stands from where he was about to start the second round of push-ups. Simon's able to recognize your silhouette with the lights off, he just knows you that well. Wherever you were, in a sea full of people he'd know it's you even then.

"Sorry..." you murmur. Simon's looking at you over his left shoulder through the mirror in front of him, you stand a few steps behind him. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

He stays silent. It's now that you come to realize that he isn't wearing the mask, instead lies on the room floor, discarded. "Was looking for you in your room but-"

"Say it." He barks, turning around and stalking towards you. His presence alone making you feel smaller. His brows are knitted, jaw clenched so hard you're sure he'll break his teeth. Simon is massive. Yet, despite all of this you know he'd never lay a finger on you, nor hurt you. "Fucking start talking, kid." The hurt in his voice is palpable. You fumble with your hands, it's getting harder to keep your eyes on his. You do not deserve his love at all. "Because I've been losing my mind ever since you shut me out."

A soft wail escapes your lips, you try to muffle it. Simon hesitates for a second. Wanting nothing more than to hold you in his arms, he awaits.

"I... I- got pregnant." You cried. "And you've always known I never wanted that. I panicked and didn't say a word because it would be more painful or...-" you swallow through incessant tears. "Or so I thought. I decided to get rid of it, Simon. But seeing what's done to us. What I've done... I'm so fucking sorry I don't deserve-"

Suddenly you're engulfed by strong arms and a broad chest as you finally let go and cry rivers of pain and regret. He's murmuring sweet things in your ear that you can't understand die to your deteriorating situation.

"It's okay. It's okay, love. Fucking hell, should've come to me." He growled. "Don't you ever do this to me again, kid. You didn't have to do it alone. Christ."

There's a soft kiss on the top of your head as your cries start to die down and all there's left are soft whimpers.

"I never meant to leave you, but I couldn't be close to you after what I did behind your back." You sniff.

The ever gentle caressing of his thumb on your back never ceases, providing the comfort you so desperately seek.

"S'alright, love. Nothing to be sorry about." He takes a step back keeping you at arms length. "There she is." A little broken but starting to be pieced back together. He gently wipes your cheeks and breathes deep. "I'm here. Always."

#call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod ghost #cod mw22 #call of duty ghost simon riley #simon riley imagine #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost riley #mw2 ghost #ghost imagine #simon riley x you #simon riley #cod simon riley #cod simon ghost riley #john price #john price x reader #cod konig

[uglyducklingofthe2000s]

Lesser of Two Evils pt 2 - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Toto Wolff’s daughter!reader , side pairing: Max Verstappen x Toto Wolff’s daughter!reader 

Part 1   Part 3

Despite their night together after the Monaco race being “a redemption of skill” in y/n’s breathless words when Charles rolled off of her. Charles woke up alone with a note and small gift in her place.

From me to you. I’ll see you next time xxx

The gift was a gold ring with tiny footsteps indented into the gold band and only just fit on his little finger.

He willed himself that there’d be something more than a few comforting moments and admittedly amazing sex, which may have been what really perked up his mood from the devastating race. 

But weeks passed, longer than y/n had ever gone without visiting her dad. Though Charles knows she’s alive, her Instagram activity gave that away but she has been enjoying girls trips, nights out and spending time with her dad when there’s breaks between the races.

Maybe he’s just noticing her absence more because of that night and he can’t shake her from his head. It’s like she climbed into his mind and took full time residence that night and now the only time he can keep her out the forefront of his mind is when he’s actually in the car going onto the track.

It’s almost the end of the season and Charles has seen some improvement throughout the year, but safe to say 2023 has knocked him down from his runner-up place in 2022. 

Everyone is back in Monaco for a short break between Qatar and the US race. Perfect for Charles’ 26th birthday.

Charles is actually hitting the gym when he gets a notification of a story post for y/n (is he proud to have turned on the notifications specifically for her account? No. Will he turn them off? No) and when he sees it, a video of her on a yacht with Lewis who looks like he’s probably been annoyed by her for her own entertainment before this video.

The yacht is more than familiar and he knows it means one thing. She’s in Monaco.

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It was getting under Charles skin that he hadn’t seen her. So when he sees her at a restaurant waiting at the bar just looking at her phone, he takes the chance to strike.

“Y/n, I did not know you were in Monaco.” Charles states sliding into the seat next to her and definitely shocking her with his presence. But she immediately looks amused by his words.

“Really? So it was another verified Charles Leclerc who watched my story with Lewis yesterday?” 

Caught out. 

“Well...I did not know you would be here.” At least that is the truth.

“I see, well Max invited me to dinner and I felt inclined to accept...purely because my dad upset me.” 

Ignoring his blood boiling over the fact she’s here waiting for Max, of all the drivers it had to be him, he focuses on the fact that Toto did something to upset her. Not that it’s unusual, even the headlines seem to know when the father and daughter have argued.

“What did he do that upset you?”

“He told me I couldn’t go on a date with Max.” Of course. But there’s a glint of amusement behind her eyes, the same trouble that he recognises from their last encounter. “I hate to interrupt your evening plans, but if you don’t have plans after your meal. Maybe I could come find you.”

“I have no plans after this so feel free.” Charles nods trying not to sound too eager but internally this is a win. A big win. She’s having dinner with Max, but she’s already planning on leaving him to spend the evening with Charles after that.

Max appears already looking annoyed at seeing y/n with Charles. But the two drivers acted nicely to each other.

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Y/n left with Max. But only 10 minutes after Charles watched her leave, his brothers and him left with him moving out then laughing when he finds y/n waiting across on the other side of where the valet pull cars up.

A smirk on her lips tells her that she probably saw Charles being irritated by the fact she actually walked out the door with Max.

“You didn’t think I’d leave without you did you?” Y/n teases while Charles opens the passenger door for her and waits for her to walk over. But she stops by him, the two dividing them but not enough for her to lean over and kiss either cheek in greeting. “Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome.”

The drive to Charles apartment feels oddly familiar and with his superhuman ability to spot cameras directed at him. He does notice a few camera on them. No doubt there’ll be something about them being spotted together.

When they walk up to his apartment and are in quiet privacy.

“Why did you leave and just...not speak to me?”

“You didn’t speak to me either.” He definitely should’ve seen that card being played. Though she moves over and sighs taking his hand looking at the gold ring that contrasts his otherwise silver jewellery. There’s a smile lingering on her face before she moves away abruptly. “You’ve been busy, I didn’t want to intrude.” 

“Next time don’t be so considerate.” Charles states maybe a little more harshly than he intended to. With y/n being such a hard person to read, Charles is understandably frustrated by her lack of commenting on anything that would maybe raise his hopes or give him anything to really be eager about this between them. “It’s nice getting to see you again.”

“Don’t lie. I know you’re mad.” Y/n sighs then tilting her head. “I know it feels like I’m playing some sort of game with you. It’s not like that.”

“Could you explain?”

“Charles, you know my reputation. I am...messy and even my own dad won’t have me around too often. This is fun, but I don’t want to become something for you to regret.” Y/n smiles softly as if she’s not breaking bad news. “Charles...”

“I wouldn’t regret anything.”

Aka, he’d be willing to take the risk of being hurt by her if there is also a chance of reward and if she’d just give him a chance.

“How about we just focus on the here and now? We can talk about other stuff another day.”

Sounds a hell of a lot like rejection.

#charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc one shot #leclerc #f1 #formula1 #charles leclerc fanfic #fanfic

[carnal-lnstinct]

May I please request wedding day (and possibly wedding night) hcs with the Saiyans?

Let’s do Bardock, Goku, and Gohan.

WEDDING DAY HEADCANONS

☆☆ Content: ( au, female reader, wedding day / night headcanons, fluff ) ☆☆ Warning: ( implied marital sex )

☆☆ A/N: Went with FoG!Bardock for this one! And an au version of that since it's an earth-style wedding

GOKU —

Knowing what to expect after all the planning and rehearsal dinner, he has no worries and is looking forward to today

Goku most likely visited his grandfather’s old home/shrine early in the morning or even to watch the sunrise as he “spoke” to his grandfather about how excited he was for today, hoping to make him proud going into this stage in his life.

His best man Krillin, along with his other friends, are somewhat babysitting him to make sure he doesn’t ruin his suit trying to help out where he really shouldn’t.

He wants to help make sure everything is in place for the way you all practiced it, but he does sorta want an excuse to take off his suit jacket and tie for a bit. It was tailor-made specifically to account for his muscles, but he still fidgets in the fabric.

His friends and some of yours are filling him with all sorts of marital advice for your future life together. Goku’s not sure how to keep it all in his head as fast as it’s coming at him. It’s appreciated, just too much all at once. But keeping you safe and happy is his priority.

He stood at the altar pretty stiffly when it started, trying to look his best. When you finally come down the aisle and he sees you, his demeanor relaxes entirely. His bright beam toward you is visually no different than his usual big smile. But meeting his eyes as you approach and are given away to him, you can feel it in your heart that his is racing at the moment. Goku can’t seem to stop grinning looking at you, being in your presence. He wasn’t prepared for how breathtaking your beauty was going to be when you appeared in your dress and adornments.

It’s definitely captured on video and in your pictures how he missed his cue to start speaking his vows because he couldn’t stop staring at you.

You repeat the traditional vows to each other and then finish the ceremony with a warm, loving kiss and (if you decided to include it) a traditional custom of your heritage as well.

Night

Keeping it traditional, Goku carries you over the threshold into your honeymoon suite or your now-shared home.

The next thing he does is remove his shoes, his tie and his suit jacket removed long after the food was served at the reception. He couldn’t wait to get out of his formal clothes.

The excitement for the day might not have worn off, but your body sure felt exhausted from it all. With help, you switched to a more comfortable pair of shoes at some point during the reception, but due to your dress had issues reaching your feet to get them off. 

When Goku noticed he knelt down in front of you and carefully held your leg up to help you out of your shoes. He was very careful loosening the straps and removed them, but his touch lingered on your leg.

He reminds you again how beautiful you looked today and kisses your shin up to the top of your knee in appreciation for your love and beauty, and that you pledged to share with him. He vowed to honor that and do what he can to take care of you until the day he leaves this world.

It was when the innocent act of helping you out of your wedding dress did his touch become more frequent and slow on your exposed skin, leading you to consummate your first night as husband and wife. 

GOHAN —

He’s been excited about today since he asked you to marry him, or maybe when you both grew comfortable after moving in together. But now he’s just as nervous and keeps pacing around to triple-check that everything is as it should be.

Gohan’s been with you through every step of preparing for your wedding like a true teammate. Except for your bachelorette party if you had one. Hell, he completely overlooked his own bachelor party not wanting a single thing out of place for the big day.

Since it was her firstborn’s wedding, Chi Chi was also very present and helpful. It brought you and her closer, though most of her advice was a little too orthodox for the life you and Gohan planned together.

Regardless of his age, Goten was Gohan’s original choice for his best man but the responsibility of it was just not what his mother would allow for him to take up. His little brother was still present and supporting Gohan as his best man through every step except for the bachelor party, however. 

The groom’s section for the seating arrangements consists mostly of Gohan’s parents, his grandfather, and their friends, but also Gohan’s friends from school and Earth’s own guardian, Dende. If Piccolo wasn’t defaulted to be the Best Man, then he’s definitely in the section as well or is a groomsman with Goten.

There was no doubt Gohan was thrilled to officially become your husband, but the wedding was also important to him because it was the first time in years his entire family was together. He’s filled with so many happy emotions about his own father being here to witness him become a husband as well. His family grows with you being added to it, and eventually (if you both agree on it) he’ll have his own family and he can’t wait for that.

Seeing you come down the aisle left Gohan fighting through his emotions to try and keep himself presentable. 

You were a beautiful vision unlike he’s ever seen before, and by some luck, you’re offering to share all that you are with him for the rest of your life. And you accepted everything he was. His glasses smudge trying to hold back his tears and clean his face before you were given away to him. 

Gohan knew he’d be too nervous to exchange his own vows out loud to you, so you both wrote them in letters and read each other’s out loud instead. Instilling everyone around you with emotional tears and romance. Except Vegeta and Piccolo.

Your own traditional wedding customs are included as well.

Night

Even when you're alone, you and Gohan share another slow dance with each other as husband and wife. Driven by your official love song that currently only played in your minds, but rang clear in your hums and the warmth of his arms. Maybe you’re holding each other up at this point as well, neither of you is exactly sober or filled with the same high energy you started today with, but pulling apart now feels impossible. 

He eventually helps you to the bed where you could finally get off your feet. You sat in front of him and pressed your forehead into his abs behind his shirt, your arms around him waist. Cherishing the highlights of your day with him, the pure expression of his love for you, and this amazing body you get to have forever. 

It’s not like the two of you exactly waited for your wedding night to explore each other’s bodies for the first time. But Gohan was very particular about taking his time with you. As if being married now made it your first time all over again.

BARDOCK ( FoG ) —

Your wedding with Bardock isn’t particularly a large one, mostly due to the fact the guest list consists of mostly your friends and family. Marriage by human customs isn't that different from saiyans: a little ceremony, plenty of food, and congratulations from those that attend. You agreed to be his wife and now he’s making good on his word to honor your devotion.

The majority of the planning is handled by you simply because of the more notable differences. And Bardock expected to at least be married to you the very next day after you accepted his proposal.

He’s slightly embarrassed by the attire on the day of the wedding. But any stiff or formal clothing usually made him uncomfortable. Bardock likes to be able to move freely and he can’t really do that the way he wants in a tailored suit.

Bardock won’t wear his red bandana on his head for the wedding. He made the decision himself and wore it around his left arm instead, similar to Tora. 

While getting ready, he is comforted by imagining the business his friends would give him seeing him dressed like this, and poke fun at how a “dog” like him could end up with a human like you. 

That being said, if he has his red bandana then that means none of his teammates or anyone from his past are at the wedding. But he keeps their memory and his oath alive by keeping the bandana on his person. 

Being able to keep moving forward and commit himself to another living being, to love and be vulnerable with you, reminds him that he is capable of living a life outside of the obsolete way he was conditioned to be. He still wants his revenge, but he finally sees a future beyond that for you and him.

There is one person from his past that is able to be there. Bardock’s youngest does show up to the wedding, however, they get mistaken for each other a lot. The benefit of aging slower than humans makes them look like they could be twins. It happened enough that Bardock is almost replaced by him at the altar when the wedding begins. And he does make a fuss about it.

Not that he has to fight anyone to marry you, but he’ll find a reason to get his hands dirty if he feels disrespected. Since he promised you not to, he’s gonna glare and growl at people he doesn’t want in his face or keep mistaking his son for him. As if the scar on his cheek and tail didn’t make it clear who was who. Bardock then wears his bandana on the outside of his suit to help him stand out. 

The natural harsh look on his face lightens when you finally come down the aisle toward him and he seems entranced by the sight of you. It’s very much the woman he is entrusting his heart to, but somehow you look different to him. As if you yourself were from a different world and you had revealed your true, superb self to him for the first time. You can see his tail slowly slip from around his waist as he stares at you approaching him.

Similar to Goku, you exchange traditional vows and complete the wedding custom of your heritage to complete the ceremony itself.

When you share your first dance as husband and wife, Bardock does seem more stiff than usual with everyone waiting to watch him dance with you. But you’ve practiced with him leading up to this moment and he just keeps his eyes on you as you go.

The sense of community and praise celebrating the two of you left him in higher spirits for the rest of the reception.

Night

Bardock may be a bit on the reserved side of showing his affection for you in front of others, but he’s not shy about claiming you as his. Especially now that, by human customs, you’re married. You belong to each other. 

Once you were alone again, very few words were exchanged between you. You spoke to each other through your kisses and touch. The way you helped him out of his suit and fondly stroke the arm that hugged you close to his bare skin. You don't think you have ever seen his gaze so soft for you. 

He helped you loosen your dress, but he didn't wait for you to slip out of it before he claimed you for the night as his cherished wife 

#My writing #goku x reader #bardock x reader #gohan x reader #goku imagine #gohan imagine #bardock imagine #dbz imagine #♚ ;; [ requests ]

[bat-eclecticwolfbouquet-love]

CURIOSITY (900 words) I dreamed this and can't stop thinking about it.

Warnings-Smut Sex Shigaraki being his sexy self

Shigaraki x Female Reader

There's just something about powerful, beefy, Godlike Shigaraki. The damage he could do. So much strength, the sheer power. No one can defeat him. He kneels for no one, even the top heroes flee from him in fear, well not you. You find yourself crushing on this Demon King.

You should have ran while you had a chance, instead you found yourself frozen to the spot, eyes scanning the white haired villain before you. The way his muscles flexed with every move he made. How his pure white hair blew in the wind. He really did look like an otherworldly God. Simply being in his presence made you feel small, helpless and weak.

Your eyes traveled over his form, admiring his toned build and six pack abs, till your gaze settled on the very noticeable bulge in his tattered pants. Holy fuck was he really that big when he wasn't even hard. You were snapped out of dirty thoughts by a dark chuckle. Your eyes immediately snapped up to his handsome face and your breath hitched as you locked eyes with Shigaraki's blood red ones that seemed to dance with a primal, seductive power. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest.

This is it, I'm dead, you thought, swallowing the lump in your throat. Time seemed to stand still as Tomura Shigaraki stalked towards you, a feral like smirk plastered across his face. Was he always this hot ? The thought raced through your mind as you found yourself getting turned on. Every inch of you felt like it was on fire.

"What do we have here, a curious kitty cat" he sneers, his hand cupping his now growing erection.

The next thing you knew you were pinned against the wall. His large hand finding its way into your panties to find you slick with arousal. "You're wet", his voice penetrating and deep. "Who am I to deny a girl her needs?" he growled into your ear. Of fuck your so happy you didn't run.

Here you are, trapped against his body and the cold wood of the wall. Your legs locked around his waist, body limp as your head rests in the crook of his neck, choked sobs fall from your lips as he uses you. Each harsh thrusts makes your whole body bounce from the force. Your voice is nearly gone from screaming his name, crying for him to go deeper, then pleading for him to stop cause you honestly didn't think you could handle the way your entire being was trembling in pleasure. Electricity coursed through you, as you craved more, so lost in your own pleasure that nothing else mattered, only the man who was delivering such ecstasy. Your fingers clawed at his back, digging into his flesh.

The immense sensation started in your belly, spider webbing outward. Pussy throbbing on his cock. Clenching desperately around it with every thrust he made, he was going as deep as possible. Your legs shook around his hips. The way his leaking tip pounded against the sensitive patch of nerves inside you made your walls flutter and clamp down on his pretty shaft. Feeling him twitch only  intensified your arousal.

He could kill you so easily but he chose to destroy you instead. Bringing you to your knees and he didn't need to use any quirks, all he needed was his thick  length sliding past your slick lips, driving you mad as he drove balls deep into your hungry cunt.

Now here you are clinging to the man who was your enemy just hours ago. Listening to him grunt and groan about how he's trained this hot little pussy, that you'll be a wonderful toy. And, you wanted to, oh god did you want to please him again and again. You needed to worship him like the God he is. No longer did you give a damn about your hero-code. Your only desire was him, to be his "good girl" his "pretty pet" and you would beg for him to empty himself inside you again, "please" you stuttered, "fill me up Shigaraki".

With a few more hard thrusts of his hips he grants your wish. Feeling him twitch before releasing himself once again, his hot cum erupts inside your already packed cunt. He stills only for a moment, yanking your head back to look at your blissed out expression, a sexy smirk on his face.

Then he says it, "that's my good girl, not a hero anymore are you ? Taking your God's cock so well....wellll maybe not at first huh sweetness. It was a bit of a struggle wasn't it love. But I made it fit and you loved it didn't you kitten" he hums in that cocky tone, his voice low and raspy serving to cause that tingling feeling to return between your legs.

"Now I'm gonna keep you. You'd like that wouldn’t you little one" he questions knowing the answer. "Yy..es..s sir" your voice quivers. He practically purrs in pride, so proud of himself. He made a hot top hero lose her mind on his dick, now here she is wanting more. Kissing her forehead he promises more fun, mentioning how he wants to put that pretty mouth to use when he gets her back to his bedroom. A small moan passes your lips at the thought making Shigaraki's still hard manhood pulse.

#shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki tomura x reader #shigaraki thirst

[orions-quiver]

Wearing Something of the Danny Bunch's (Part 2)

Wow. It's uh, been awhile. Man I take forever to finish writing things I start but hey, better late content than no content. Here as promised I have another installment of wearing something of our boys'. This time I offer you Andrea, Ernst, Niki, and Laszlo. Enjoy!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Andrea Marowski

• With Andrea you tend to steal his suit jackets when it's chilly, but the first time you did it was pretty adorable.

• The jacket was new. He had just gotten it from Janet and Ursula as a part of one of the suits they had gotten him once Andrea was up and around.

• You had been teaching him English with your limited knowledge of German and had become acquainted rather quickly with one another.

• You had taken him up on the offer to sit by the sea. The wind had picked up while Andrea was down closer to the shore in the sand (looking for seashells, probably).

• You slipped on his discarded suit jacket to find it warm and fuzzy against your skin.

• When Andrea returned with a handful of shells and rocks that caught his eye it took a moment for him to notice that you were wearing his jacket.

• But when he did he stopped in his tracks with a blush.

• He was mesmerized.

• "Du bist so hübsch. (You're so pretty.)" He had said in German rather than his native Polish hoping you could understand the compliment. Andrea couldn't string any coherent English together as he processed you in his jacket.

• "Danke, Andrea."

• His smile was the cutest thing you'd ever seen.

• He then proceeded to show you the many shells he found.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Ernst Schmidt

• You love to steal his shirts to sleep in at night.

• At first he had no clue who exactly was stealing his shirts. Maybe Volkov was playing some sort of weird prank on him to piss him off?

• Were his shirts just getting lost in the day-to-day??

• What the fuck was happening to his shirts???

• He kept wondering that until he passed by your room one late night when you didn't have your door fully closed. He peaked in and was instantly not mad about the shirts anymore.

• You were curled up asleep in one of them and Ernst just couldn't be upset about it anymore.

• It was cute and he couldn't complain.

• He did ask why though the next morning.

• "Sometimes I get lonely and I find you to be a comforting presence. Please don't be upset with me Schmidt I'll make sure you get them all back."

• "No need. I can't be angry when you're both comfortable and absolutely adorable in my shirts."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Niki Lauda

• The day he looks over and watches you try on his helmet is the day he decides that you're a person he wants to attempt to hold onto.

• The two of you had been casually seeing each other for awhile. It was nothing serious in the slightest. It was more of a "we work around each other and we seem to get along" kind of arrangement.

• So to say that Niki didn't really pay that much attention was an understatement.

• You were helping to organize some things in the garage after a late night of making improvements to the car while cleaning up when you see it.

• In all of its glossy red F1 Ferrari branded glory was Niki's helmet up on one of the shelves out of the way.

• You were very careful grabbing it from its spot and even more careful handling it.

• Niki had walked back in from collecting something from the track and just stopped to observe where this was going. From the looks of it to him it just seemed like you were simply looking at the helmet.

• That was until you slipped it on and smiled big and bright as you stared at yourself in the reflection of the metal table.

• Niki couldn't help it and chuckled. It was a bit big on you but fuck were you the cutest thing he'd ever seen.

• "I see you found my helmet."

• "I'm sorry Niki I was just looking-"

• He grinned. "No. You look like a proper racing driver now."

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Laszlo Kreisler

• His black suit jacket was fair game when he left it unattended.

• You were in his office with Sarah and John looking over the details in a scientific journal for the case when Laszlo stepped out with Stevie without his jacket.

• With a smile you scurried over to retrieve it and wrap yourself in it before he returned.

• John chuckled. "Cold?" He joked with a playful jab to your rib.

• Sarah gave a small, all-knowing smile in your direction.

• You shrugged. "A little. I just like his jacket and how warm it is."

• His jacket was a bit big on you. It was cozy and the material felt soft against your skin. Most importantly to you it smelled like him, like crazy expensive specially imported Austrian cologne that he used exclusively. It was so characteristically Laszlo that it made you smile more.

• Laszlo looked confused when his desk lacked the jacket. He scanned the room to spot it snuggly against your form and without a second thought started to walk to the other side of the room.

• "Ah, I'll shut the windows then. It is rather drafty with the wind coming in."

• He smiled to himself where no one could see. Although he'd never truly admit it, he loved seeing you in his suit jackets.

#daniel bruhl #the danny bunch #andrea marowski #ladies in lavender #niki lauda #rush #ernst schmidt #the cloverfield paradox #laszlo kreizler #the alienist #daniel bruhl x reader #andrea marowski x reader #ernst schmidt x reader #niki lauda x reader #laszlo kreizler x reader #boyfriend scenario

[selarina]

Silence in Glamour's Wake

→ Osamu Miya x Fem ! Actress Reader

Summary: Miya Osamu finds himself a reluctant guest at an award function, accompanying his brother, Atsumu. Lost in a sea of opulence, Osamu's disengaged gaze lands on an actress whose name eludes his memory.

Content Warnings: after party, fluff, swearing, underlying angst on osamu’s part, osamu miya needs some sleep, atsumu is shirtless at one point because yes

Word Count: 1.5k words

Author's Notes: This is painstakingly a first draft but I'll edit it soon, I promise. Enjoy!

Also, this is how I imagine Osamu in this story. Hugh Grant, my beloved <3

Read on AO3

His eyes take in the imagery of the entrance to the avenue. He takes in the scene –  the event is one of ostentatious glamour and blinding jewels; with actors and actresses scattered across much like priced antiques at a flea market. They stand in their spots for the onlookers to gawk at, to be interviewed, and to eternalise. They will remain ageless and timeless in the photographs taken today. Their photographs will make it all the way to eternity. His will age and weather to dust in the confines of his shop, and perhaps, with luck by his side, his photograph may even make it into a small crevice within his grandchild's house.

His gaze shifts to the flurry of activity where the photographers are crowding at. He moves his head to see past the heads blocking his eye-line and he sees more people racing around her, people assisting her with her dress by straightening out the creases at the edge of her seams and another rushing to touch up her makeup. He realises he’s seen a movie or two with her in it, but he can’t really recall her name. People scramble to make her look picture-perfect. But she isn't, he decides.

He notices a soft smudge in her makeup, the trembling in her hands, and a look of wrapped-up confusion on her face. It fades — very quickly — into a big smile, he almost thinks he must've imagined all the imperfections. He doesn't think anyone else noticed, aside from the ones who tried hard to fix them, but he does because he supposes that is what disengaged onlookers would do. 

If he’s being honest, he’s been flitting rather mindlessly from one overstimulating scene to another, staggering behind his brother and his brother’s co-star. That is if he could even call Atsumu a star at all, at least in the realm of acting. 

Atsumu recently cameoed for a brief few seconds, seconds so short you could almost miss it unless you truly cared about him, or about the film. The film later went on to gain one too many acclamations, and in turn, the organizers of the event decided to extend an invitation to Atsumu, and one lucky guest. The guest was hand-picked almost instantly, explaining Osamu’s current predicament. 

Osamu tried to turn it down really, he had firmly decided and he walked up to Atsumu with an apology ready and everything but once he looked at the stupid ugly grin adorning his face, he soberly agreed to join him. He found that he could rarely ever say no to Atsumu when it came to certain things.

His eyes flit up to the actress, and he notices that her smile is still present but not as big. He also notices a soft slump in her back when the cameras move to the next star — an actor this time. He doesn’t turn to look back at you, now enamoured by the actor, noticing his tastefully coordinated outfit embellished with a sweet leather jacket. He’s always wanted one, but could never truly bring himself to buy one.

—

The award function went by in a swift few hours, what with Osamu being asleep for most of it. He really should have taken the day off work yesterday, he thinks as he dawdles at the bar of the afterparty. He felt bad, but he has an inkling that Atsumu barely cared about his presence after a bit, what with him cozying up with a certain actress he seemed to recognise from a few movie posters that have been on the billboards of late. But he did learn the actress’ name, the one from the red carpet, when she cascaded up the stairs to pick up her award — her first SAG award, she exclaimed and went on to speak an eloquent few words, thanking so and so. He doesn’t remember the rest, but it seemed to be something akin to the dozen other speeches he heard today. 

He dawdles across, not really knowing how to interact with the people, they’re all so — trained? He’s not one for networking, he’s good at socialising, but not networking. He moves from room to room, trying to find one that’s empty, or at least almost empty. 

He’s tired and he wants to sleep but he also doesn’t want to half-ass this. And frankly, he thinks if he falls asleep before 1 am today, he will have to consider it a personal failure. So, he walks out of the room and moves on to another. He can’t tell if he’s already been here since they all look a bit alike — white walls, fancy couches, dim yellow light, sometimes a dim blue light. He walks in, and his fingers may as well be crossed, and… it’s empty. 

He hears a clang, just then. Well, almost empty, he thinks.

He looks up, and it’s you — the SAG award winner, the eloquent speaker, and the red-carpet actress. You’re wearing a different outfit now, a lot less glamorous but still something an actress would wear to an event.

“Shit!” You exclaim, but before you could bend down to pick up whatever has fallen, he picks it up instead. It looks like an earring, an intricate one at that.

“Here,” he gives it to you, and he almost drops it again, it’s surprisingly slippery against his fingers.

“Fuck,” you half-laugh in relief. “Wouldn’t want to drop that.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” you say as you delicately place the earrings in an embezzled case of silver. “I’d have to buy it then.”

“It’s not yours?” He asks, rather confused.

“Nope, just on loan for now.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t really like it,” you say. 

“Okay,” he responds. 

A few beats later, he asks, out of sheer curiosity, “But you could buy it, right?”

You look up, a bit surprised, but you reply, “Yeah.”

“Okay,” he says.

“Wouldn’t want to though,” you add.

“Fair enough,” he shrugs.

He isn’t really sure if he should leave the room, or if he should introduce himself, so he just stands there with the drink in his hand. He becomes all too aware of the precipitating water leaking around the rim of the cup and his fingers. He feels like he should place the drink down at before the cup slips past his fingers, so he does, and that somehow prompts you to sit. 

He promptly takes a seat on the sofa adjacent to yours. You and he sit in silence, you nursing your drink just as he nurses his.

“I’m Miya, by the way.” He says after sitting silently for a bit. He finds that it’s nice — the silence, you look like you wanted it — but something prompts him to talk so he did. “Miya Osamu,” he clarifies. He always does.

“I know,” you say.

“You… do?” He asks, letting the confusion sit on his face, with a tilted head, and squinting eyes.

“Yeah,” you say, and he waits. A beat later, he realises that you are probably not going to elaborate. 

“How come?” He asks, feeling a bit too curious for his liking.

“Hmm,” you say inquisitively. “So… you’re telling me you’re not the blonde guy dancing shirtless on top of a kitchen table,” you ask. 

He looks confused but he peeks out the window, which displays another room in sight, one that has his brother, joyously, and drunkenly dancing atop a cluttered table to a crowd of people. The amusement in your tone is not very evidently present, but he supposes that makes it all the more amusing.

“Yeah,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “Yeah, that’s not me.”

“Right,” you smile. “Good to know.”

The two of you sit again in the gregarious silence as you take a sip of your drink and slump further into your chair, twisting a bit till you found a comfortable position.

“I could tell though,” you say after a few moments of silence, and he looks up at you again. “When you walked in,” you continue. “I could tell you weren’t Atsumu.”

“Could you?” He asks, interested again in this conversation, and in you.

“Yeah, I have had the pleasure of meeting Atsumu Miya, and you, well, you aren’t him.” He isn’t sure how to take it, he never is sure about that, but he decides to take it with grace per usual, as he prepares his words.

“You have a calmer quality to you,” you say before he could say anything. 

He doesn’t say anything. He takes a sip of his drink, “You could tell that with… what? All of the 5 seconds I took to walk into the room?” He asks, earnestly. 

“Yeah,” you respond almost instantaneously. He looks up at you now, and he finds that you’re staring at him. 

“Okay,” he says.

You smile and go back to nursing your drink again. He continues to stare at you, and he sees a tinge of smudged makeup around your upper lip, but your hands are firm now as you take a sip of your drink. And he smiles, he thinks you look properly beautiful. 

#osamu miya x reader #osamu miya x y/n #osamu x y/n #osamu miya x reader fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #osamu miya x you #osamu miya x reader angst #meet cute with the one and only #miya osamu x y/n #miya osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu fluff

[kxlinthesky]

ESSENCE 8 SIDE STORY - Meow Meow Adventures

“HEY! Shaggy Hair! Gimme back Brat!”

So yelled the orphan Nick as he hounded Owl for the two of them to work together and find his missing cat Brat.

They looked high and low, from garbage cans to bus stops, on what was all accounts a perfectly ordinary search for a missing cat... or so it seemed, but then they somehow managed to find themselves involved in a major case...?

This is the story of how Owl and Nick, the detective agency’s wonder duo, first met.

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“MASSIVE SUM STOLEN FROM MATHESON CO.! FIRM IS OFFERING A REWARD FOR –”

 Owl sat on a bench in the back courtyard, a newspaper spread before him. His shadowed gaze traced the words, lingering on the phrase “gang of robbers.”

“HEY! Shaggy Hair! Gimme back Brat!”

He raised his head to see a slender boy in a newsboy cap glaring at him and wheezing like he’d just run a race. One look at his thin knees and the scattered shrub leaves stuck to his shoulders, and Owl’s mouth opened. “... You’re the spy. You know, you probably shouldn’t make any more holes in the hedges. They’re the headmaster’s....”

“Wha – who the hell are you calling a spy?! Rude!” the boy scoffed. “... Ugh, never mind, now’s not the time! You know that really fancy red leather bag you had at your desk yesterday? Where is it?!”

“Red bag? I don’t have a red bag. What are you talking about?”

“Aah, my partner Brat... he jumped in it yesterday, and now he’s gone missing~! It’s aaawfuuul!!”

This was the first time Owl got a good look at the boy. This was his first meeting with the person who would eventually solve case after case by his side for years to come: his partner, Nick.

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The royal university was said to be the country’s highest hurdle, its vast campus seen as any alchemist’s gateway to success. The college was isolated from the outside world, as the highly specialized knowledge and studies contained within were kept strictly confidential. In a way, it was harder to break in here than any bank vault.

And yet somehow, Nick had used the skills he’d honed avoiding the eyes of people in town to sneak his way in, and for the past few days had been snooping here and there around the grounds. The orphan boy had never set foot in a “school” before, but his partner, a cat called Brat, heard that “studying at a school” was apparently a requirement to being rich. The Black Rose Disease ran rampant in these parts; kids who’d lost their parents formed squads in the slums that only seemed to multiply as time went on. They were always in need of cash.

So it was that one week ago the de facto big brother of the kids, Nick, said, “Let’s give it a whirl!☆” and snuck into the famous college.

 Slinking his way into anyplace he wanted like a cat was Nick’s specialty. He could slip in and out without anyone knowing he was there and grab whatever info he needed. But things were different at the college – from day one, there was one student who always seemed to notice him. The guy looked kind of like a dullard at first glance, but by the time Nick noticed his presence he was constantly under watch. It didn’t matter where he hid – in the prep room, up a tree, in the loft, it always felt like the student’s eyes were boring into his back. It was unsettling, to say the least.

Maybe he was just imagining things? The thought did cross his mind. But then he found something under the tree he’d climbed up one day, and he promptly discarded that line of thinking. Someone had left a so-called children’s book meant for nursery school kids, with a blunt note saying “Help yourself” attached to the front.

“Ugh, that stupid Shaggy Hair!~ What, does he think I’m so dumb I need to learn my ABCs?!” Nick huffed and grumbled.

Brat, who had snuck in with him, looked up at the boy and suggested, “Let’s play a prank on him. I’ll leap out of his bag and we can watch that blank face of his crack.”

... So the plan went. Apparently.

 “And?... The cat jumped into a red bag that was in the classroom yesterday?”

“—Yeah.”

“And you had a rough idea of what time I’d arrive, so you dozed off, and when you woke up the bag and the cat had disappeared?”

“—That’s right.”

“Sounds like you reap what you sow, then.”

“B-But! It’s ‘cause it was in the seat you were sitting yesterday... so I mean, a-anyone would think the bag was yours!” Nick wailed.

Just then, another student wearing the same jacket as Owl called out to the pair as he walked up, looking rather intrigued by the commotion. “Yo, Owl. Weren’t you going to go investigate that train case... why’s there a kid on campus? He your friend?”

Owl turned to the newcomer. “—Chris... your friend Conrad’s got a red bag, right? A pretty flashy one? Did he happen to say if he saw a cat in it yesterday?”

“Huh? How’d you know that? Man, you’re as weird as ever,” said Chris. “Yeah, he said one jumped right outta his bag yesterday on the train....”

“Oh, no! Brat...!” Nick made a wild grab for Chris. “Where’d he see the cat?!”

Chris took a step back, startled by Nick’s intensity. “I think he had some sorta club activity, he was heading for the pier – Portsmouth, I think?”

As soon as he heard the name, Owl stood up. He turned to Nick. “... Oi, what are you just standing around for?” he asked. “Come on.”

“Huh?” Nick stared at him, befuddled.

Owl stared right back, as blank-faced as ever. “We’re going to go look for your partner, right?”

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“—I don’t think you’re going to find your partner in there,” Owl called, annoyed. Nick kept stopping at every garbage can on the road to the station to peer inside, looking for Brat.

Nick ignored him. With a single white sock pinched between his fingers, he shouted, “BRAT!” His voice echoed all around them. The boy was clearly beside himself with worry for his socks wearing partner. “Brat’s an expert at finding good stuff in garbage bins,” he explained to Owl. “Like magazines that are still readable... and he’s even found notes that say where there are hidden treasures in empty houses!”

“Notes?... The cat finds them?” Owl repeated with furrowed brows. “Actually, now that I think about it, wouldn’t the cat just eventually come back on its own? They’re pretty free-spirited animals.”

“Brat wouldn’t just leave without telling me!... He’s my family. I have to find him.”

Nick was replacing the lid on the can as he spoke, so he didn’t notice the gentleman approaching and couldn’t dodge in time. The two collided. Nick opened his mouth to apologize at once, but the older man took one look at the boy and stepped back, lip curled in disgust. “You dirtied my clothes, you filthy little alley cat,” he hissed before moving along.

Nick’s expression darkened, and if Owl didn’t immediately yank him back by his collar he would’ve absolutely lunged at the man. It felt rather like walking around with an actual stray cat, and one who didn’t much care for people, at that. “Don’t,” he warned. “The investigation comes first, right? Let’s go ask around Kensington Station.”

“Wha – not Portsmouth? That’s why that guy said Brat went.”

“Kensington is past Portsmouth, and the train there... no, before that....” Owl suddenly dipped his hand into Nick’s pocket and came back out with a small wallet. He called out to the gentleman from before, halting him in his tracks, and strode up to him to hand the wallet off, saying, “You dropped this, sir.”

“Rude!” Nick objected. “That money was mine!”

“Give it a rest,” sighed Owl as he walked back. “You’re good, though – who taught you how to do that?”

“Marney did. He’s the oldest cat around here.”

“The one who taught you to pickpocket people was also a cat...?” Owl sounded torn between exasperation and amazement. He walked right past Nick down the street, forcing the boy to hurry after the eccentric student.

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“—Hah? A cat? No, I haven’t heard anything about a cat. Now quit bothering me, I’m busy.”

The station master of Kensington Station was currently on the phone with someone, and he flicked his hand to shoo off the student and shabby looking kid who’d shown up out of nowhere to question him, staring at them with suspicion bright in his gaze. His attention quickly shifted back to the phone call. “Ahh, no, sorry, I was talking to someone on my end... yes... yes, that’s correct. It happened again. Ha, do you think we might actually be cursed? They keep vanishing like they were never there....”

 Owl raised a single eyebrow, listening to the station master’s one-sided conversation. Nick, on the other hand, started peering around at the office with an irritated huff once he realized they weren’t going to get any info about Brat out of the man. Why did this guy just – come with me, without putting up any kind of fuss? he wondered to himself, glancing at Owl.

 Nick wasn’t acting like himself at all today. He never thought he’d get so involved with a human he didn’t know.

-- Because humans? They were a huge pain to deal with. Because he’d try and talk to them, get through to them, but it never worked. Because even when it did, the adults that oh so happily got involved with the city orphans that supposedly “didn’t exist” almost always had some ulterior motive.

Brat might be a cat, but he was also his only family, the only one who ever understood him. If he couldn’t find him....

A coil of unease suddenly began to bloom in his chest. He had this creeping feeling, almost like the ground was going to open him up and swallow him whole at any moment. A chill worked its way up his throat. Whatever, let’s just ditch him. It’ll be a lot faster if I look for Brat by myself, same as always, Nick thought. He slowly turned to the entrance, ready to slip away....

Until Owl’s voice cut through the air, addressing the station master who’d finally hung up his call. “I won’t take up much of your time, sir. I’d just like you to confirm two things for me. First: last night, an incident occurred in which some train cars disappeared, yes? Specifically a freight train, most likely, up the tracks by Fareham?”

The station master’s mouth fell wide open in a remarkably accurate impression of a gaping goldfish. “Wha – how did you – ?!”

It wasn’t a confirmation, but anyone with eyes could tell that Owl was spot on. “... And second,” he continued, “have there by any chance been any conductors that have suddenly requested time off recently?”

“Who even are you? I can’t just tell you that....”

“Please... if you want to see this case resolved at all, answer my questions.”

“What’s a student like you going to do...?”

“I’m a detective,” Owl corrected, impassive as ever. “Though yes, I am also still a student.”

The station master faltered under the intensity of Owl’s questioning and gave him the name of a conductor who’d taken a leave of absence to take care of an ailing daughter. He also confirmed that a freight train had indeed disappeared last night, just as Owl said. The investigation was still being conducted internally – if word got out to the public, they’d no doubt start throwing around questions about accountability, something the company absolutely did not want – so it was no wonder the man was so flustered seeing this student waltz in out of nowhere and hit every single nail on the head.

 Owl scribbled something in his notebook and passed it to Nick. “Send this telegram,” he said, already rushing past. “I’m going to go get us a carriage.”

Nick wavered for a moment after Owl had already left, the memo clutched tightly in his hand, but eventually he made up his mind and dashed for the closest telegraph office, though not without a frazzled screech. “Damn iiiit!~~~”

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The two rode the carriage Owl procured from Portsmouth to a vacant area on the outskirts of Southampton that had once held a rail line. The wide-open plot of land was completely deserted, leaving behind only the abandoned station building and forgotten train tracks stretching off into the distance with no end in sight.

“Oh, maaan, is this all dead track?~” marveled Nick.

“Would it surprise you to hear that there are abandoned tracks even in the middle of the city that are just left there?” Owl asked. “These ones here are leftovers from the Railway Mania. Loads of small-time businessmen wanted in on the boom and tried to rake in the profits by connecting every major city back in the day – it was basically a bubble economy, but just for railroads.”

“But why are we here? You do remember I’m looking for Brat, right?”

“—We need to trace his steps. Yesterday Brat leapt off the train at Portsmouth Station, but there’s no way a cat could travel all the way back to London from there on foot. All of the electric trains heading back into the city would’ve stopped running by then, so at that time of night the only way Brat could’ve made it back was by freight train. I’d been looking for that freight train myself for a different case, but according to the station master the entire thing vanished without a trace last night.” Owl paused in his explanation for a moment. “... I thought that maybe Brat happened to get on that train while it was stopped at Portsmouth.”

“And you’re saying it’s here?”

 “If my theory’s correct, then... ahh, is that it?” Owl pointed toward the track, where there did indeed seem to be a freight train standing all by its lonesome, wheels and engine still attached.

Nick rushed up to it in a tizzy, racing all around the exterior and shouting his partner’s name. Owl confirmed that there was no one in the engine room, then opened the door to the car at the very back of the train. Nick joined him and the pair peeked inside, only to find it empty.

They tried some of the other doors, too, but it wasn’t until they opened the second door from the back that they found some effects that had been left behind. This was, without a shadow of a doubt, the very train that had disappeared last night.

 “Braaat!~ Heeey! Answer me!... Dang it, he’s not even here.” Nick’s shoulders slumped.

Next to him, Owl inspected the ground around their feet, then nodded for some reason and hopped aboard the rearmost car. The whole thing was bare – the only things left inside were some faint marks left behind from some luggage being dragged around, an oddly new-looking pink ribbon, and a number of old newspaper pages scattered around. The latter looked as if it had been used as wrapping paper.

Owl picked up the newspaper and spread it open. Nick, peeking over from his side, suddenly let out a piercing yelp. “Ah, th-that – that’s a sign from Brat!” He jabbed a finger at the distinct cat-shaped paw pad stamped on the edge of the page.

“That’s definitely a cat’s footprint,” agreed Owl. “But... are you sure it’s from Brat? It’s hard to tell pawprints apart.”

“Lemme see! If it really was Brat, he might’ve left a clue behind....” Nick grabbed the old newspaper and spread it out facing the door they’d left open. The afternoon light streaming through the opening also streamed through some tiny holes dotted throughout the pages, each one barely bigger than the eye of a needle.

Owl peered at the paper. “... The holes are all above letters. D, E, C, O, N, S, and... M and B on the next page....”

“This is our secret code! We make marks with our nails like this and we can tell each other where we are and stuff. Where’s Decons? And what are the M and B...?”

“Hey, is it possible that... can you actually understand and... talk to cats?”

 Nick’s excitement popped like a balloon. His expression darkened in a flash. “... W-Well, who cares! It doesn’t matter, we got a hint on where to go next, so....”

“Does it have anything to do with how you’re ‘Possessed?’”

Nick stiffened. His hand shot down in a blink to cover his right knee, and he glared at Owl with his teeth bared in a snarl, looking for all the world like a cornered feral cat. If he had fur, it would absolutely be bristling menacingly.

Owl sighed, long and loud. “Oi, don’t get the wrong idea. I don’t care if you’re Possessed or not.”

“... Huh?”

“It’s just that this isn’t just about your missing partner. This might be related to a much bigger incident. So I just want to make sure I have the facts as straight as possible, that’s all.”

“‘That’s all,’ he says...” Nick mumbled under his breath.

“Unfortunately, I’m used to seeing Possessed people,” Owl continued. “We’ve got one at my house, even.”

Nick blinked, staring at Owl with eyes blown wide. His confusion was only natural – he’d never before met a human so nonchalant, so accepting of the cursed population known as the “Possessed.”

“... When I was little,” he began haltingly, “my mom and I both caught the Black Rose Disease. I survived, but then I was Possessed, and everyone hated me. I hid the marks under my pants and everything, but I still got found out, in the end. That’s when I picked up Brat – he was just a tiny little kitten back then.”

Owl hummed. His expression was as unreadable as ever, but he did bend down a little to meet Nick’s eyes.

“He was all alone, and so weak, and he was so squeaky, more like a mouse than a cat... but I gave him milk every day, and he talked to me. At first it didn’t really sound like anything, just mumbling, but one day I heard him say one word, loud and clear: Nick. My name. But I’m the only one who can hear Brat’s voice.”

 “I see. Got it.” Owl nodded and picked up the ribbon and the newspaper before hopping out of the train. “Let’s go, then,” he called before walking back toward the carriage.

Nick scrambled after him. “W-Where are we going?!”

“Your partner spelled it out for you, didn’t he? M and B. And according to the maps, there’s a Decons Marina Boathouse up ahead. We’re going to go up there and return this ribbon to its rightful owner – the person being guarded by their own personal knight.”

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Tensions had been running high at the police station for some time due to their failure to trace the whereabouts of the massive gang of thieves. The group stole astronomical sums of money from banks and famous companies all over the place, so it was really no wonder – at this point, it was no exaggeration to say that the force’s reputation was buried six feet under.

 And then last night, a new incident had occurred. At least ten thousand pounds in cash had been stolen from a Liberty Tea warehouse in the dead of night, an amount that was at once worryingly high and extremely bulky to be lugging around.

There had always been eyewitness testimony up to now, and even though the thieves always vanished like smoke when they fled the scene, they’d been lucky this time to find them in the middle of loading their stolen cash. The whole escape had turned into some kind of stage play between them and the patrolling police officers.

 The problem was that the police lost sight of the culprits’ carriage midway. Only for an instant, mind, but an instant was all they needed – by the time the police located the carriage again, it was abandoned, without a trace of either the thieves or the money left behind. Not even a single bill remained. It should have been difficult for the entire group to hide in the two or three minutes they’d gone unseen, and yet....

The police thoroughly searched the neighboring areas, but the robbers and their ill-gotten goods were long gone. The stress of the situation was so great that the chief of police, Fowler, tore out what little hair he had left.

 And now today, while Fowler’s subordinates walked on pins and needles around their boss, an impossible telegram arrived. It contained an outline of everything about the case up to that point, as if the sender had seen everything with their own two eyes.

“Bad news, sir! We received a second telegram! This one... has the location of the gang’s hideout!”

“Grr... who the hell is sending these?! We can’t just go leaping into action when we don’t know where it’s coming from...!”

“But sir, if the papers write any more articles, it’ll be your head...!”

“Everyone move out! We’re going to the Decons boathouse!”

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The boathouse looked out on a small, enclosed bay. The port seemed to be used mainly for fishing and the loading and unloading of cargo. Several warehouses stood in a neat row nearby. Foot traffic in the area was rather scarce.

Owl and Nick first stopped at a pub in front of the boathouse to avoid standing out and decided to start asking some questions as casually as they could. It was still evening, but the sun was already setting and the whole area was starting to grow dark.

“Haven’t seen you boys ‘round here before,” the bartender commented. A quiet man with sharp eyes, he was well acquainted with the sailors who frequented his bar.

Nick flashed him a brilliant, innocent smile. “Oh, we’re just here looking for a lost cat.☆ We wanted to take a look in the boathouse over there to see if he was inside. Hey, is it open right now?”

Owl was impressed to see that any caution the bartender might’ve felt vanished under the boy’s charm. His tongue loosened in a blink, fully swept up in Nick’s pace. “Nowadays people are flocking to the trains, even ‘round these parts,” he replied. “Less and less tourists are going out boating, and the whole place shuts down completely during the off-season... but now that you mention it, I feel like I’ve been seeing some lights on at night these days, up on the second floor.”

Owl nodded and glanced up at the second floor of the building in question. It was difficult to see in the dark, but he could see the white paws of a cat scratching at the window frame up there. He poked Nick and furtively gestured in that direction. The boy’s eyes widened immediately. “That’s Brat!” he whispered urgently. “No doubt about it!”

However, as they watched for a while, they saw a finger stretch out, curl around the cat’s soft belly, and pull him inside the building.

Owl looked at his pocket watch for a while, but eventually he leaned down to whisper in Nick’s ear. “We don’t have time. There’s been a shadow making regular patrols around the boathouse for a while now. I’ll go take a look, so you....”

“You’re not really gonna leave me behind, are you?! Brat’s my family. And besides, I’d be way better at recon than you, right?”

“—Well... yeah, I guess so.”

 Nick casually hung around the pub until the shadows circling around the boathouse disappeared from sight before slipping out and heading for the building’s back door. Fallen leaves carpeted the private garden in the back. Broken machinery sat discarded here and there throughout the yard. The bartender’s testimony was spot-on, it looked like.

The back door was boarded shut when they reached it. Owl pulled a small canvas cloth out of his jacket and spread it on the ground in front of them, revealing an array of test tubes and strangely shaped implements in the pocket. “I’m going to open this, so you....” Owl glanced back over his shoulder. “Wha – oi! Where do you think you’re going?”

Nick paid him no mind, since he was already in the process of shimmying up one of the oak trees in the yard, silent as a shadow. He pretty obviously meant to slip inside through the window they’d seen Brat from.

“... You’re more of a monkey than a cat,” mumbled Owl. “Stay still up there for a sec.”

Nick kept one ear turned in Owl’s direction, but he also climbed up the rest of the tree in a flash until he’d reached the second floor, where he peeked through the window.

 The room inside was dark and completely barren, but Nick could see two occupants inside. One was a little girl. The other was his partner, the one he’d been so desperately searching for all this time, Brat. Nick lightly tapped his knuckles to the glass, and Brat’s golden eyes swiveled over to him. The cat meowed at the startled girl, giving her cheek a single lick.

The window was locked, but getting it open with a pair of wires was honestly child’s play. Nick carefully held the windowsill, mindful of how it creaked under his fingers, and stole inside.

 Brat gave one more meow to the girl before slipping out of her arms and flying into Nick’s.

“Brat!!~~~ I was worried about you, you dummy!~~~”

“Meow meooow!”

With his nose pressed into his partner’s fluffy back, Nick finally felt himself relax, and he turned his attention to the girl. She couldn’t be older than five. Her blonde hair was piled in a high bun. Her clothes were showy, but wrinkled – she must’ve been here a long time – but she had a healthy rose tint to her puffy cheeks, and she looked to be in good health.

“Hello,” said Nick gently. “My name’s Nick. This is my partner, Brat. What’s your name?... Uh, can you tell me what happened?”

“... Are you the kitty’s friend? Um, some strangers took Emma here.”

 Between the girl – Emma, apparently – and Brat, Nick was quickly filled in.

Brat figured out their little prank didn’t work by the time he got to Porstmouth Station. The red bag had been so comfortable he’d ended up falling asleep in it, and when he woke up and leaped out in a panic, he’d ended up at a station he’d never been to before, and he had no idea how to get back. But then he’d listened in on the conductor, who said the freight train that had just arrived had come from London, and that it was heading back that night once it was reloaded. Lucky!

So he’d hopped aboard, and that’s when he found the girl bound and gagged in the rear car. What’s more, a bunch of evil-looking guys had gotten on, too, and then for some reason the train started heading for Southampton, in the complete opposite direction of London, and Brat just got taken along for the ride. He couldn’t very well let them take the girl, so he hid in the luggage while it was being unloaded, and he even left a secret code in the newspapers they’d used to wrap the stacks of bills in –

Honestly, Brat had put the detective outside to shame, with all he’d accomplished.

 “Ohh, so you were keeping the girl safe!”

“Mm-hmm. The kitty was with me the whole time.”

The girl patted Brat’s head with a tiny hand, who leaned into it like he couldn’t get enough. “Meow!”

CREAK! The door suddenly flew open, and two humans and one cat screamed in unison.

“WAAAH!”

“... Keep it down, idiot, it’s just me. We’re getting out of here.”

“Shaggy Hair!”

“Ah – Papa!” Emma exclaimed.

Another person popped up behind Owl – a conductor that he’d rescued from elsewhere in the building. The man rushed forward to embrace his daughter. “Emma!”

But they weren’t out of the woods yet. At Owl’s urging, the group descended to the first floor and made a beeline for the back door. Unfortunately, their presence had already been noticed – when they reached the exit, they found a pair of men barring their way out, knives glinting in their hands. They turned back to the front entrance only to find three more standing between them and the exit. One of them had a gun.

 “—Do you have some business with us, Mr. Student?” the man with the gun asked mockingly. “This isn’t a place to be bringing kids, y’know – oi, is this everyone?”

“Looks like it,” replied yet another man glancing around the second floor.

The gun man – he had to be the leader – leered at Owl. “We don’t have time to be fooling around, so sorry, but I only have one question for you guys. How’d you find us? What do you know?”

“... That’s two questions, though?” Owl pointed out.

The leader’s face colored with rage.

“Well, whatever,” Owl continued. “What do I know, you said? Do you mean like how you’re a former employee of the recently bankrupted Oldcroft Railways?”

“Wha...?!”

 All five men stiffened at the company’s name and glanced warily at each other. Had one of them snitched?

Owl kept talking. “It was a neat trick, using the abandoned line and station of your former employer to transport the money. You could just hide the stash smack dab in the middle of the city, and if someone did figure out how you were moving it, they’d discard it out of hand as ‘impossible.’ Even the police wouldn’t catch on. You tossed everything on a moving freight train, threw it out somewhere along the line, and went back to recover it later. That also made it easy to hide your growing fortune in multiple spots, instead of letting it accumulate in one place.”

The leader snarled. He shot a glare at his men, who were by now openly apprehensive, then turned his livid eyes and his gun on Owl. “You... who the hell are you? How’d you even know the name Oldcroft...?”

“Because all the places you hit were in the wrong,” answered Owl. “Matheson & Company, Barclays Bank, Liberty... they were all former investors in Oldcroft. The connection’s easy to make if you consider how concerned the company must’ve been about losing its financial backing. Plus, looking at a map of all the discontinued railway lines, all of them are located near spots where the money you stole vanished. Anyone with a map of the train lines could figure it out. That said, the only reason we found this place is thanks to a brilliant informant.”

Brat meowed.

“After that, all you had to do was threaten one of the company drivers at one of your connecting stops into helping you move all the money you had in the city out here to the suburbs and you’d be home free. You could easily use the port here to send the money by boat, too.” Owl cast his gaze to the center of the room, where a pile of packages lay stacked. Each one was most likely full to bursting with a frankly absurd amount of money.

Emma decided to interject here, shouting, “You shouldn’t do bad things! Mama said so!” Everyone in their little group nodded sagely along.

The group of robbers shouted, “Be quiet, you!” The effect was somewhat marred by the audible tremor in their voices, though.

The leader raised his gun a little higher and flicked the safety off with a tiny, sharp click. “So that’s how it is. I thought you were an unusual student at first, but you talk too much. See, if I just finish you off here....”

 “I think it’d be better for you if you turned yourself in, personally.”

 Owl raised a single hand out and snapped his fingers. A golden transmutation circle sparkled to life around his fingertips, and in an instant the barrel of the man’s gun burned cherry red, smoke streaming from the metal. The leader flung it away with a high-pitched screech and cradled his singed hand. The rest of the gang fell into a blind panic, scattering like frightened rats.

Nick barely paid them a second thought, though, as he found his eyes drawn to the glowing circle Owl had drawn forth. This is alchemy, he thought to himself. ... Amazing.

 “Oi! Pay attention!”

Owl’s voice snapped him back to reality, but unfortunately a second too late. One of the criminals lunged at him with a knife.

In the same instant, a black shadow leaped forward, inserting itself like a shield between Nick and the oncoming attacker. The blade surged forward, poised to pierce the soft, fluffy fur coat.

 “Brat!! NO!!~”

 Glowing miasma shot out of Nick’s partner. It fluttered up like glittering flower petals, then fell as a thin membrane that cocooned the boy completely. The blade fell limply from the assailant’s grasp as he tried and failed to keep his eyes open, struck blind by the brilliant light.

“Rise and shine.”

 A voice rang out from within the dazzling display. The cocoon split apart like ice. A great burst of pale blue, powdery scales flew out of the crack, where they dispersed in the air in a sparkling cloud.

When the person inside the cocoon finally emerged, there was no trace of the orphan boy left in his face.

A coat inlaid with flowers. A staff carved from crystal. Hair that gleamed like lightning. Eyes the color of blood.

 Nick now resembled a lovely little fairy. With a flap of his wings, pale light flickered and spun through the air like snow, filling the entire cramped space at once.

Every single robber stopped dead within the sparkling space, and then, like dolls with their strings cut, collapsed to the floor.

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“RING OF ROBBERS ROUNDED UP! A STUNNING VICTORY FOR THE POLICE!”

 “—Yeah, right.~ It was aaall thanks to Shaggy Hair.”

Owl was once again on a bench in the back courtyard reading the newspaper. This time, though, he raised his voice to the person up the tree nearby. “Would it kill you to show up like a normal person for once?”

 “... I just came to say goodbye. We got the reward money, and everyone in the slums is happy. I don’t have any reason to come around here anymore.”

Owl glanced up the tree to the pair of legs swinging from one of the highest branches. “Good for you, ‘Mr. Fairy.’”

“Wha – are you still calling me that?!~ I get enough of that from Emma! She keeps calling me a cute li’l fairy every time I see her....” Nick’s voice trailed off, then continued more solemnly, “Even though I’m actually Possessed.”

“It’s because she was so happy when Mr. Fairy gave her ribbon back.”

Nick snorted. “Well, I am cute, so I guess that’s fair,” he joked.

 “A ‘kindly civilian’ tipped the police off about the hideout. All the stolen money got returned, so all’s well that ends well and all that – but are you really okay with that? You’re not getting any credit. And even all the reward money went to me and Brat!”

“All I did was deduce the facts as a form of detective training. The entire gang was unconscious by the time the police raided the hideout, thanks to you, so I don’t see a problem with it.”

“Training, huh? Are you gonna be a detective someday, Shaggy Hair?”

“That’s the plan.”

“Huh. Y’know, I never really thought about what I wanted to do someday, until now. Now, I think I wanna use my power to be an information broker!”

 Owl nodded his approval. The leaves rustled overhead as Nick slipped down from the tree and landed in front of Owl. Slung across his shoulder was a red bag – the red bag – and Brat’s round, fuzzy face peered out from within. Apparently the boating club Conrad was in thought the bag was so disgraceful that he just gave it to Nick.

 Nick waved with an impish grin and dashed away, shouting, “Bye-bye, Shaggy Hair! When you’re finally a proper detective and need a good informant, let me know!”

  “... My name’s not ‘Shaggy Hair.’ It’s Owl.”

Nick glanced back a little, grin widening. “I’ll call you that when you become a real detective,” he replied.

#kotonoha project #the conclusion of the 'nick at college' saga from the files #4/4 edit: changed some wording

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Chapter - 32

(Ella's POV)

We arrived in Long Island just after Clarisse, thanks to the centaurs’ travel powers.

Percy & I hadn't spoken at all since the Princess Andromeda....which I know was weird but...I don't know anymore..

I guess I've just been unintentionally trying to avoid him because I know the way Annie feels towards him & since she's my best friend it doesn't feel right to get in the way of her trying to be with him...ah, nevermind that.

When we got to camp, the centaurs were anxious to meet Dionysus.

They’d heard he threw some really wild parties, but they were disappointed.

The wine god was in no mood to celebrate as the whole camp gathered at the top of Half-Blood Hill.

The camp had been through a hard two weeks.

The arts & crafts cabin had burned to the ground from an attack by a Draco Aionius (which as near as I could figure was Latin for “really big lizard with breath that blows stuff up”).

The Big House’s rooms were over flowing with wounded. The kids in the Apollo cabin, who were the best healers, had been working overtime performing first aid.

Everybody looked weary & battered as we crowded around Thalia’s tree.

The moment Clarisse draped the Golden Fleece over the lowest bough, the moon light seemed to brighten, turning from gray to liquid silver.

A cool breeze rustled in the branches & rippled through the grass, all the way into the valley.

Everything came into sharper focus-the glow of the fireflies down in the woods, the smell of the strawberry fields, the sound of the waves on the beach.

Gradually, the needles on the pine tree started turning from brown to green.

Everybody cheered. It was happening slowly, but there could be no doubt-the Fleece’s magic seeped into the tree, filling it with new power & expelling the poison.

Chiron ordered a twenty-four/seven guard duty on the hilltop, at least until he could find an appropriate monster to protect the Fleece. He said he’d place an ad in Olympus Weekly right away.

In the meantime, Clarisse was carried on her cabin mates’ shoulders down to the amphitheater, where she was honored with a laurel wreath & a lot of celebrating around the campfire.

Nobody gave Percy, Annie or me a second look. It was as if we’d never left.

In a way, I guess that was the best thank-you anyone could give us, because if they admitted we’d snuck out of camp to do the quest, they’d have to expel us.

I didn’t really want any more attention. Although I wished that...no I shouldn't even be thinking like that for once....

Later that night, we were roasting s’mores & listening to the Stoll brothers tell us a ghost story about an evil king who was eaten alive by demonic breakfast pastries.

I sat far away from the others & no one even noticed that I was there.

Eventually I just settled on heading back to my cabin & calling it a night.

The next morning, after the party ponies headed back to Florida, Chiron made a surprise announcement: the chariot races would go ahead as scheduled.

We’d all figured they were history now that Tantalus was gone, but completing them did feel like the right thing to do, especially now that Chiron was back & the camp was safe.

Tyson wasn’t keen on the idea of getting back in a chariot after the first time.

I'd decided that I wasn't gonna race because apparently Percy had teamed up with Annabeth this time.

I'll admit it stung knowing that he chose her but I pretended like it hadn't affected me at all.

I knew for a fact that it shouldn't even be affecting me even though it did.

That's why I chose to be on the sidelines for once. Not like anyone cared anyway right..

That night I was at my secret spot watching the waves crash gently on the shore when I felt a presence behind me & I hated the fact that I instantly knew who it was: Percy..

"Hey, Percy..what are you doing here..?"

He seemed stunned for a second as to how I knew it was him but he quickly got over it & said.

"Mind if I join you?" I just moved over a bit on the grass & gestured for him to sit.

Before I could ask him what he was doing here, he asked.

"Is everything okay..?" I raised an eyebrow & said.

"What do you mean? We got the Fleece, Thalia’s tree is okay, everything is back to-"

"No..I mean," Percy hesitated. "I mean..is everything okay between us..."

I was expecting this conversation to happen eventually but I just shrugged it off & said.

"Of course it is. Why wouldn't it be?"

"No it's just that you haven't spoken to me since yesterday & I was wondering if I'd done something wrong or..."

"No..you haven't..you know actually I should go. I need to get some rest since tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

I say getting up quickly & starting to walk away only to get stopped by a hand holding onto my wrist gently.

"Nora...there's something wrong..tell me."

I felt the tears well up in my eyes at that point but I held them back & mumbled.

"Nothing's wrong okay...I'm just tired.."

That was an obvious lie but I prayed that he wouldn't be able to tell.

He quickly tugged on my wrist & turned me around to face him.

"Is it because of the chariot race? Because I chose Annabeth & not you..."

"No it's not, okay? Just drop it." I said before walking off to my cabin.

I couldn't let him see the fact that him being close to Annie was affecting me so much when it clearly shouldn't even matter to me..

The next morning, everybody was buzzing about the chariot race, though they kept glancing nervously toward the sky like they expected to see Stymphalian birds gathering.

None did.

It was a beautiful summer day with blue sky & plenty of sunshine.

The camp had started to look the way it should look: the meadows were green & lush; the white columns gleamed on the Greek buildings; dryads played happily in the woods.

And I was miserable. I couldn't sleep the whole night. I kept tossing & turning around until I finally gave up & decided to start my day.

As Percy & Annie drove onto the track, I couldn’t help admiring the work Tyson had done on the Athena chariot.

The carriage gleamed with bronze reinforcements. The wheels were realigned with magical suspension so it glided along flawlessly.

The rigging for the horses was perfectly balanced that it seemed to turn at the slightest tug of the reins.

Before the race began I saw Tyson giving Percy a watch. He told me it was something he'd been working on ever since he came to camp.

They talked for a bit before they had to get to the starting line of the track.

Just as Percy climbed on board the chariot & got in position, Chiron blew the starting signal.

They shot down the track so fast. The wheels glided beautifully.

By the first turn they were a full chariot-length ahead of Clarisse, who was busy trying to fight off a javelin attack from the Stoll brothers in the Hermes chariot.

At some point they fought Beckendorf from the Hephaestus cabin. There was a pouch of Greek fire in Percy & Annie’s chariot. Percy was clearly struggling to keep them both from being sliced up & attempting to get rid of the pouch.

I saw Percy press the watch button.

Instantly, the watch changed. It expanded, the metal rim spiraling outward like an old-fashioned camera shutter, a leather strap wrapped around his forearm.

It was a round war shield four feet wide, the outside made of polished bronze.

All I knew: Tyson had come through. Percy raised the shield, & Beckendorf’s sword clanged against it. His blade shattered.

“What?” he shouted. “How-“

He didn’t have time to say more because he got knocked in the chest with the shield & got sent flying out of his chariot, tumbling into the dirt.

The Greek fire was shooting sparks.

Percy shoved the tip of his sword under the leather pouch & flipped it up like a spatula. The firebomb dislodged & flew into the Hephaestus chariot at the driver’s feet. He yelped.

In a split second the driver made the right choice: he dove out of the chariot, which careened away & exploded in green flames.

The metal horses seemed to short circuit.

They turned & dragged the burning wreckage back toward Clarisse & the Stoll brothers, who had to swerve to avoid it.

Annie pulled the reins for the last turn. I was worried, but somehow she brought them through & spurred the horses across the finish line.

The crowd roared.

Once the chariot stopped, everyone mobbed them & started chanting their names, but Annie yelled over the noise: “Hold up! Listen! It wasn’t just us!”

The crowd didn’t want to be quiet, but Annie made herself heard: “We couldn’t have done it without somebody else! We couldn’t have won this race or gotten the Fleece or saved Grover or anything! We owe our lives to Tyson, Percy’s...”

“Brother!” Percy said, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Tyson, my baby brother.”

Tyson blushed. The crowd cheered.

Annie planted a kiss on Percy’s cheek.

The roaring got a lot louder after that.

The entire Athena cabin lifted Percy, Annie & Tyson onto their shoulders & carried them toward the winner’s platform, where Chiron was waiting to bestow the laurel wreaths.

I didn't feel like sticking around so I headed off to the strawberry fields...

Oooh things are getting tensed up..😬

Anyways 2 chapters to go!

Link to the next chapter is here.

Link to the prev chapter is here.

Until next time..👋🏻

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Take care my lovely readers.❤️

Alice signing off.

XOXO.

#percy jackson #percy jackson x oc #x oc #sea of monsters

[prettyboykatsuki]

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later | m. izuku 

➳ tags ;; fluff, confessions, deku is smooth, kissing, fluff, fem!reader implied i think 

➳ wc ;; 2.4k (wtf) 

➳ a/n ;; brainrot...... 

➳ plot ;; izuku midoriya listens to you when you tell him to confess to you again later. he’s waited his whole life for you but he doesn’t know how much longer he can

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He thinks to himself often that it has to be you he’s been chasing all this time. 

This isn’t so much a revelation to him. It’s nothing like eureka moment, an aha that he uncovers after years of reflection. After all, he’s not the type to know what he really wants. 

Which is funny for many reasons but mostly because he’s a hero. He did want that, still does - but it wasn’t really an active choice. It wasn’t the desire to become a hero in terms of glamour and fame but a deep-seated knowing about the fact he had to become one. That the desire to save people above all else was rooted and deeply ingrained in him that there would never be anything that would fulfill him quite the same way. 

He finds it more often than not he’s acting out of pure instinct. Something carnal and perhaps other-worldly that pins him to the world in an almost divine way. All or nothing, there’s one way to approach existence and it’s with this unwavering desire to be kind. 

He’s always been that kind of person.

But, if he sat down and thought about it, the desire to be with you is perhaps one of his own. It’s one of the only things he’d chase to the ends of the earth. 

Izuku Midoriya has loved you since he was 14

The first time he ever confessed to you was when he was 15, about half way into his first year at U.A. It was outside of your apartment - your childhood home. He’d walk you there after his classes, when he caught you returning from your own. It was an awkward and clumsy teenage confession even then but he can remember the details clearly. 

It comes to him a series of images. Orange-yellow light that fell over your face, hairs sticking a little your head, trembling hands, ricocheting heartbeats, the sound of cars passing. He wasn’t very confident then, it makes him laugh thinking back at. But he told you anyways, bursting at the seams with his feelings. 

“I like you!” 

Your first reaction was shock immediately followed with a somber smile. Though he told you he had liked you, it was in the brief moment afterwards that he though there was more to it than that. He wouldn’t call it a rejection, but a wake-up call. You leaned in to kiss his cheek before whispering something back. 

“If you mean it,” ― you whisper, hand on his shoulder and eyes heavy ― “Tell me again later,” 

With that, you turned on your heel and went home. He wasn’t sure how to feel for a while, because it’s not like you said no. And you kissed him so that had to mean something.

Rather predictably after that, he became so caught up in hero work, it was only natural that you two grew distant. Once frequent conversations became words in passing, spoken quietly to each other. He went off to become a great hero, and you went off to study what you love. 

It was a natural occurrence - he knows this now. He wonders what kind of thinking you had to have been doing to know that at 15. The older he got, the more he thought about what you said. How the once vague mention of “later” became a narrow time-frame. Not a moment too soon and not a second too later. 

Izuku Midoriya has loved you all of 8 years. For most of them, it’s been a passive yearning. The emptiness of his bedframe and his disinterest. 8 years and he’s tried and failed to love other people. Maybe he was testing if later would ever come. 

He’s 22 and he thinks to himself that he’s been chasing the feeling of loving you this whole time. That adrenaline from when you kissed his cheek all those years ago, he wonders to himself if it’s still there

He’ll have to go find out

_ 

After a night-out, you are unfortunately sober on the walk home. Work dinners should have a general policy for how much someone can drink, you think. Maybe then you wouldn’t have had to shovel your boss into a taxi and remain regrettably conscious through a series of uncomfortable or agitating questions. 

It wasn’t like he was invasive but he was.. annoying? And the fact you couldn’t sit through it by downing half a bottle of wine was a real shame . You’re so stone cold sober that your body shivers in the night air. Heels clacking against the pavement, eyes heavy and exhausted. You could endure it, you were finally going home after all. 

You’d take a warm bath and hit the hay. Your body yearned for your bed and you don’t blame it. You sigh to yourself, hands in coat pockets. 

“Just a little bit more,” ― you sigh, yawning and wiping your eyes ― “A little more and I’ll be...home?” 

You were home, the front door to your building. There was an ominous looking figure sitting on the front steps. Your first reaction was to reach into your pockets and grab your keys between your knuckles. Your heart stuttered as you broached slowly. It was too dark to see clearly but maybe he was nice. 

“Uhm.. excuse me, sir” 

When he turns his head - your first reaction is to flinch. You step back as he turns his head only to grow stiff. A pair of warm green eyes and head of forest green locks await seems to be staring back at you. He gives you a warm smile - standing on his feet. 

In a way, he’s unrecognizable to you. Though you see him all the time, Pro-Hero Deku making news, the image of him in your head is permanently small and frail. In front of you now, he’s grown up to be so big. A whole head taller than you and broad. He’s lean but clearly muscular. Intimidating in a sense. 

“Ah, you’re home,” ― he says, non-chalant. You’re trying to recall the last time you spoke to him, the last time you’d even seen him. Maybe a year ago now? ― “I wanted to talk to you,”

Your first though is to ask questions. You had so many of them though, you’re not sure where to start. You want to ask how he’s been, and how did he find you, and how’s work going. You want to ask why he’s here after all this time and if following his dreams has made him happy how he hoped. You want to ask if he remember what he said to you at 15 - wondering if he still gets caught up on it like you do. 

None of your words seem to string together right so you just shake your head a little, managing your disbelief. 

“About what?” you ask. He pauses for a second, rubbing his chin before smiling at you. 

“It’s later,”

Your eyes widen as he steps out of the way, using his hands to gesture towards your apartment. You blink at him but his smile is as cheeky as ever. Teasing and unusually handsome. You flush down to your neck before nodding. 

“Oh, uhm.. right. Okay,”―  you say, walking towards your complex doors ― “C-come on in,” 

_

“You can uh.. take your shoes off at the door,” ― you say, after taking your own heels off and rushing to the kitchen ― “The green slippers should fit you,” 

He nods as he watches you disappear to the kitchen. He takes in your apartment with a soft smile. Photos of you with your friends and family litter the entrance way. It’s filled with a soft yellow light, cozy like he’d expect. From below him, he hears a soft purr 

A beige cat walks around his legs, observing him quietly before nuzzling against his thigh. His smile grows wide as he squats down and holds his hand for the kitty, waiting for it to approve of him before reaching and petting him. The cat is quick to the jump into his forearms. 

“Who’s this?” 

He ducks as he enters into the main area of your apartment. Your eyes widen as your usually stand-offish cat nuzzles comfortably in your childhood friends chest. 

“His name is Creampuff,” ― you say, mildly stunned ― “He’s two,” 

“What a good boy,” 

Your heart races as you see him. After all this time, his presence still gives you those nervous butterflies. Maybe it’s because he’s become so attractive. Broader and taller but more rugged to look at.You feel like the floor might swallow you up. 

“I’ll.. put on some tea,” 

You take off your coat but you’re still in your work clothes. If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he’s staring at you. You’re too afraid to look behind you and see, confirm but his gaze is so heavy you’re almost certain. He traces the outline of your body and back with his eyes. 

He can’t help but think you’ve filled out some. Even from behind - you look awfully pretty. You look disheveled and sleepy like you did back in highschool, after cramming for exams. A little older now with that same cute expression on your face. It’s hard to hold back or tear himself from you - so he doesn’t try. He just watches as you pour the tea into mugs and let it steep. Minutes pass and it’s quiet but not as uncomfortable as you’d expect. 

You return to your kitchen table with two mugs, setting his down on a coaster. 

“Careful.. it’s hot,” 

He nods, taking the mug in his hands and blowing on it before taking a sip. He hums. 

“Ah.. it’s good. Thank you,” 

A silence settle between you briefly. Your heart is in your throat, hands trembling a little on the table. When he notices, he reaches for them. This is another of his habits, you think. Comforting people must be second nature to him, but it only makes you more nervous.

“So.. how’ve you been?” 

It’s the only thing you can think to ask. He studies your expression for a while. It used to the opposite of this. He used to be the nervous one, stuttery and unsure. You were always confident and steady - he’s sure you still are. This side of you is endearing though. He chuckles. 

“I’ve been good. Work is hectic but that’s always,” ― and you’re going to ask him another question. Dodge what he’s really here for, but he cuts you off ― “I’ve missed you though, so I came to visit,” 

You can feel it. This tension that presses against your back and makes you sit straight. He has that determined look in his eyes, easily recognizable when you watch him. In interviews and during fights and everything in between - like he knows what he’s going up against. To have it directed at you is so nerve-wracking, you find yourself doling under the pressure of his gaze. 

You fidget, voice shaking like a leaf in the wind. He was always too much for to you handle. 

“O-oh?,” 

He nods, taking your hand in his. He holds it to his lips, kisses your knuckles like it’s the easiest thing in the world. You wonder where he learned to act like this. He’s different but the same. It’s too much for you so you shut your eyes. 

He stands until he’s on your side of the table. Rests on the corners edge with his arms crossed over his chest. He looks at you with fondness, an unmistakable affection. After all these years, it’s only grown. Double and tripled in size. No matter how much he would try and punch it down, it never deflates. 

He thinks loving you is an act of heroism. The only way he could ever really save himself. 8 years and it feels like you’re old friends. Nothing unnatural or wholly uncomfortable. It’s strange. 

“I thought about what you said. About telling you later. This time though,” ― he drops to the floor, crouched between your legs so slightly. He does it to look straight at you ― “This time though, I have to tell you properly so you can’t make me wait again,” 

“I wasn’t making you wait,” you insist. He takes your hand in his and you unravel, body slumped. He kisses the palms of your hands, the inside of your wrist and it feels like gravity has no mercy on you. 

“It felt like hell,” ― he tells you ― “I can’t sit still anymore so I’m telling you now. Even if you want to run away, I can’t let you,” 

You frown, heart rapid. 

“That’s not very heroic,” 

He smiles. 

“Good. I don’t wanna be your hero. I just want to love you selfishly as Izuku and not Deku,” ― he says, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles ― “So tell me you love me back and grant my wish. I waited all this time,” 

You’re stunned into silence at his request. Eyes feeling especially water as he leans into you. It doesn’t make sense but it feels right. Your heart is beating - like you can feel all the blood pumping in you and your head feels light. 

“You say it so easily,” 

He laughs. It’s bright just like how you remember. 

“How could you know after all this time? How could you be sure?” 

He shrugs. You hit his shoulder at the nonchalance but he only chuckles. He  leans in closer to you, inches away from your face. 

“I waited for you all this time. Shouldn’t you give me a chance to show you?” 

You sniffle as his hands cup your cheeks. His smile is so inviting, how could you refuse him?

“I’d like to kiss you,”  ― he pauses, shaking his head  ― “I want to show you. Let me,” 

You nod as he leans into you. His lips are pillow and soft - touch addicting. You give into him so easily, tongue tied. He keeps you close, hand at the base of your neck. It feels so good, so perfect. You believe him when he kisses you like this With secrets under his tongue, between his teeth. 

“Tell me your answer,”  ― he demands, soft but stern  ― “You didn’t before. I need to hear it,” 

You give him an exasperated laugh. 

“I love you.. obviously” 

Right. Obviously indeed. 

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#deku x reader #bnha x reader #writing tag #deku x you #deku x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x y/n

[teddi-too]

Shadow x Female Reader (NSFW)

CW: NSFW, AFAB Female Reader

Jumping in to writing some original content a bit more, hope you enjoy!

Another long day at the office done, you return home to your empty apartment and flip on the tall floor lamp in the living room.

“Hello, no one, I’m home.” You called to the emptiness. You sigh and remove your shoes and head to your bedroom to change out of your work attire. It was Friday evening and you got paid today so you opted for takeout tonight. Once your favorite meal arrived, you settled onto the couch and dove into your favorite show.

Your Friday nights used to be much more exciting. Evenings out with friends, flirting at the bars, dancing and sweating with handsome strangers. At one point all of your close friends and you were inseparable but one by one they found someone and paired off. Now you were the lone single friend and your Friday nights looked like this.

Sometimes they invited you over for game nights but you were always acutely aware that your presence made the teams uneven and you could only be scorekeeper so many times. So, alone it was.

Dating? You’ve tried it so many times. If one more of your married friends asks you if you’ve tried online dating, you might actually audibly scream. You’ve had no luck clicking with someone. So, you figured, alone might just be your thing whether you like it or not.

Companionship was a thing you could try to numb yourself to through TV dinners and binge watching tv but you had other needs too.

You knew exactly how to pleasure yourself, all your spots to make you writhe and finish. In fact, you had almost become too efficient at it and it just wasn’t the same anymore. You longed for the touch of another. For someone else to be giving you and adding to your own pleasure.

Later, you lay in bed, half heartedly palming your sensitive parts. You sighed, looking up at the ceiling. Moving your eyes around your room before settling them onto the dark corner opposite your bed. As you stared into the dense blackness, you almost thought you could see movement.

The more intensely you stared, the more you were certain you could see discernible features in the shadow.

“Hmmm,” you whined as you dipped your fingers between your slick folds. “Maybe that’s what I need. A ghost? Something I can conjure?” You spoke out loud towards the shadow. You let your imagination run wild at the thought. An otherworldly creature appearing solely to pleasure you.

“I am not a ghost. But I think I could be of assistance.” A voice low, like old creaking wood filled the room. Your heart stopped for a moment then beat so intensely you felt white hot. You froze. The room seemed to suddenly feel full as if you were not alone.

“H-hello?” You managed to squeak out in a voice that was even smaller than you intended. Your back felt damp with sweat against your sheets.

The features of your room were obscured as an opaque black sheet moved over your field of vision. You would think you had absolutely lost your mind except that this...shadow...seemed to have weight to it. You could feel it passing over your feet, then your calves, soon your entire body felt like it was being touched, held.

The touch wasn’t frightening somehow. It was the first time in so long that you felt the beautiful weight of another being on top of your body—even if this being wasn’t human or even solid, it was still comforting.

“What are you? Are you real?” You whispered dryly.

A ripple of cool energy passed over your body.

“Can’t you feel that I am real?” The voice rumbled back. You nodded, unsure of if it could see you or just hear you. “I believe humans refer to us as shadow people. Though our real name can not be comprehended by your kind.”

“Shadows are...alive?” You tried to take everything in. You shivered as your slick cooled on your skin as your attention had been turned away to the situation in front of you. A chuckle emerged from the darkness.

“No, no. We are beings separate from shadows and yet we can hide and move through the shadows of your world. Shadows cannot touch you, I can.” A pulse of cool energy passed over your soft stomach and ghosted lightly over your core. Heat immediately pooled in your abdomen.

Despite all the logic your mind was trying to throw at you to tell you this wasn’t real and wasn’t happening, the aching in your body overpowered. You decided to allow yourself to submit to the situation at hand.

“You can really...do things to me? I mean, do you...want to?” You fell over your words as your heartbeat raced in your chest. An insecure thought popped into your head, me? Really?

“Oh yes, I want you badly. I’ve observed you for quite some time.” The voice creaked and sounded fuller than before, almost lustful. You felt your cheeks flush as you thought about all the times you had pleasured yourself never thinking twice about another presence in the room.

“I….want this too…” you shifted your weight to open up your body a bit more, unsure what this shadow might have in mind.

“I can and want to do so many things to you. Who do you want?” It breathed over you.

“W-what?” You breathlessly reply, trying to steady yourself to listen to its question.

“Hmm, have you ever noticed when you look for too long into a shadowy room you can sometimes see a face in the darkness?” You nodded. “Who do you want me to be? I can make myself look like anyone...anything” the deep voice cracked through the static feeling of the air. You thought just for a moment, a few faces from your past flashed through your mind.

“No one.” You finally answered. The shadow swirled over you, a concentrated feeling cupping your face almost like caring hands reaching to support you.

“No one?” The shadow repeated back. You sighed.

“There’ll be no one in the morning, so there should be no one now.” You hoped you had hidden the tired sadness in your voice. The energy over your body shuddered and receded slightly. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes. “Please, I-“ you moved your hands down your torso, tracing your soft skin, reaching towards your sensitive spot that was begging for the pressure to return.

You halted your movement when a tendril of energy pressed across your lips. The sensation was warm and somehow wet like the tongue of a lover asking for entrance. Your mouth fell open without thought.

“I wish you could understand how beautiful you are.” The voice rumbled and the shadow engulfed your mouth in a kiss. That’s the only way you could describe it. No discernible mouth or tongue or chin, just darkness but you could feel it all. You returned the kiss with equal passion and the warmth that was pooling in your core previously started to unravel you again.

As you continued your deep passionate kiss, a dreamy light pressure settled on your breasts, making your nipples harden and your back arch just slightly. You let out a soft moan assuring the shadow that it was touching you perfectly. As the shadow massaged your breasts, teasing and pulling your nipples, you slowly rolled your hips hoping to feel more pressure down there.

You were so wet the movement of your hips caused a cool drop of slick to rub on to your inner thigh. You clenched your thighs together, squeezing your sensitive area and giving you some much needed relief. You broke the kiss, gasping for air and reached out into the darkness. Your hands were enveloped in a now familiar cool, tingling pressure.

“I need you...there-uuungh” your plea was interrupted by your own whine of pleasure as the “tongue” you felt earlier on your lips began to glide over your slit. You shook out the disruptive thoughts in your head that were trying to figure out how the hell something incorporeal could give you this intense physical pleasure and tried to let yourself just enjoy what was happening.

The shadowy tendril pressed into your folds and moved upwards from your entrance to your pearl achingly slow. It repeated the movement, wide, equal pressure a few more times before settling over your most sensitive spot. The tendril moved around the bundle of nerves with such incredible deftness, you could already feel an orgasm building. You whined and moved your hips simultaneously wanting more and not knowing how much more you could handle.

Without losing any pressure on your bud, you felt something hard resting against your entrance. Energy danced along your entire body, it was almost as if the shadow was as excited for this part as you were. What felt nearly like a hand grazed longingly across your cheek, as if it sought permission for this next development.

You nodded your head wildly and let out a loud moan. You were already starting to feel over stimulated between the “hands” still teasing your breasts and the “tongue” on your clit. You were fairly certain all it would take is the shadow pushing into your entrance to make you come. Still, you needed it. Needed it inside you. Your dripping entrance needed to be filled and full like every other part of you felt just now.

The shadow seemed to hesitate, seated at your entrance. You pushed your hips down, pushing the shadow just barely inside you, ghosting your inner walls. Your jaw tightened as you tried to relax your body. The shadow finally pushed into you and it created a sensation that was hard to describe. It felt like a cock pushing into you except that the size seemed to change when it was inside you. It moved in to you and felt big at your entrance but not painfully so. Once inside of you, it seemed to grow to fill you perfectly, like it was made to fit inside of you and only you.

The shadow pressed inside of you slowly and finally stopped. You instinctively pushed your thighs out on either side of you to open yourself up as much as possible. The feeling inside you was perfect though you did feel a bit exposed. You missed feeling the weight of someone’s body pressed firmly against your pelvis.

“Shadow…I want to feel you against me….is that...can you?” You tripped over your words. Shadow was giving you every sensation you could dream of but you still ached for the feeling of another body against you. You felt the pressure that was playing at your breast dissipate and a feeling of fullness, of weight settled against your hips. Suddenly the immense “cock” within you felt as if it were connected to a body.

“Like this?” The shadow asked, you swear the voice sounded bashful. A breathy moan was all you could manage as you shifted your hips to feel the weight against you once more. With that, shadow began to move its “hips” in and out of you. The size of the appendage changed to keep you stunningly full all the time while still giving you the sensations of movement you needed.

Your orgasm was building again and you knew you couldn't stave it off and prolong these sensations any longer if you tried. Every nerve ending in your body was screaming with pleasure and your body was heating up white hot. Shadow snapped its hips into you deeply once again and a scream tore through your throat. Your orgasm crashed against you, your walls spasming, your back lifting off the bed.

Shadow never stopped its movements as it did everything it could to your body to help you ride the sensation out as long as possible. As you were beginning to catch your breath, you ground your hips down on to the mass inside you hoping to return the wonderful sensation you’d been given, unsure if the shadow could even experience something like an orgasm.

The energy all over and in your body flickered and receded for a flash before expanding even larger and making your body tingle all over. It felt electric and strong and you forgot to breath for a moment as you let the static wash over your body.

Then the feeling receded completely and you were left lying on the bed alone, covered in your sweat and slick, panting. It would maybe feel lonely on a different night but you felt so completely fulfilled you couldn’t help but smile.

“Does that mean it was good for you, too?” You called out to the empty room. Movement caught the corner of your eye and you stared into a corner of your room where the darkness looked particularly dense. A low, gravely chuckle filled the room and moved over your skin.

“You know, that was the first time I-with a human...I mean, I could do better next time.” The voice responded. You pushed yourself up to sit on the bed.

“Better than that?” You asked.

“Oh yes.” Your core tightened just at the thought. It was the first time in so long that you didn’t feel lonely. In fact, you felt excited about the possibilities your connection with this shadow presented.

“You’ll come back again?” You asked with a tinge of hopeful uncertainty in your voice. The room darkened, filling up with the intense shadow.

“As often as you’ll have me, beautiful human.”

#monster x reader #monster x human #monster lover #terato #teratophillia #shadow monster #monster fucker

[writingbywatson]

Genshin Boys When You Forget To Say I Love You (Albedo, Xiao and Zhongli)

I had a spur-of-the-moment thing so here's part two! I haven't edited this so yeah fun. Also, I'm very sleepy.

Part 1 (Kaeya, Diluc, and Childe)

Albedo

Albedo was new to this whole relationship thing

He had a hard time trying to understand the reason behind your very affectionate words and how you can easily say I love you to him without hesitation

Sometimes he wonders so much that he wants to know if an experiment is in order because for some reason he just can’t seem to understand it

However, it didn’t take long before he got used to it but he never did say it back, his too busy trying to find out why you say it

He knows you’re an adventurer, often leaving is something common to him and before leaving you would always peek inside his lab and tell him I love you

He knew you were leaving today so he expected you to peek inside his room and just say I love you with a smile before leaving

Today, however, you didn’t do it and he concluded that maybe your trip was canceled except that he noticed that you also weren’t hanging out inside his lab

After an hour he decided to go out and look for you, he saw Klee on his way to ask Kaeya

“Oh? Big sis/big brother y/n? They already left!” Klee would inform him

“No, that can’t be right, they didn’t stop by my lab.”

“Oh, they didn’t? But I was there when they left Monstad!”

Confused

Albedo is very confused.

He went back to his lab and he tried to push every thought aside except he can’t and now his making mistakes

Did he just make a hybrid onion and fruit? Yes, he did.

Decided to not work for a bit because obviously, something was bothering him

But for some reason everywhere he looks he sees you and when he stares long enough, he feels empty

My man can’t even do alchemy right

My dude over here is thinking maybe you did that on purpose

So when you return all smiles and as affectionate as ever he knew that you most likely forgot

Never mentioned it to you because he doesn’t want to make you feel bad

But Kaeya did

And you found out that he almost blew up the knight’s headquarters by accident

Jean has never thought of putting Albedo in time out like Klee before

Xiao

Angry cat over here is not going to say I love you directly let’s be real here, he is more of action type of guy

So he appreciates it when you say it but he doesn’t really show it

Xiao lives in a life of denial

He denies that he likes it when you say I love you when you leave for missions or adventures

He denies that he likes it when you say it after coming back from the said mission

Your normal routine of saying I love you to him is from below the inn

So every time you leave, you can see him just standing there admiring the view and also he likes watching you as you leave

This particular day however you didn’t look up to him or screamed I love you from below

You just ran away from the inn all excited base from the jump of your steps

But Xiao was not feeling excited or calm at all because what the hell was that?

So he does the most rational thing he can think of

He stalks you on your mission

One thing you need to know about Xiao is that he is a man of invisibility, its hard to detect his presence especially if he was obviously concealing it on purpose

His mind is racing with different thoughts, did you not love him anymore? Were you seeing someone else?

But does didn’t last long because he realized base on how you were interacting with everything that was around you, that you simply forgot

And he remembered how excited you were talking about this trip

So now he feels dumb

But also he is so far from the inn now that just continues following you

When you sleep outside the wilderness, that’s the only time he comes close to you so he can guard you

One night, however, he made a ‘mistake’ of touching you and you slightly opened your eyes, you were obviously sleepy but you said

“Xiao… I love you…”

Xiao had to release every emotion in his body and he ended up causing a small deforestation to a nearby forest

Zhongli

He’s so used to you saying I love you to him and his response was always a smile

He appreciates it like he wonders how can a human be so loving

He would never tell you this but he feels very lucky to have you in his life

Cherishes your I love yous that when you forgot to tell him that his 1 million brain cells turned into 2 brain cells and the other one is shared by Hu Tao

Like how can you forget?

He knew you were excited about this commission from the guild but how can you forget his I love you?

If someone approaches him for help especially with his story he refuses to function

He would start of good but turn into a mess in the middle

Hu Tao has to take him away because he was embarrassing and it didn’t take long before everyone in liyue heard he was malfunctioning

“I asked him why the god of salt was like that but midway he started to trail about forgetting something” - a witness said

“I asked him about a legal concern of mine but he ended up telling me how important it is to tell your love once I love you” - another witness explained

You bet that Yan Fei and Xingqiu is on the path of solving this mystery

It felt like forever but honestly, it was just two days

He was there when you arrived back

You gave him a quick hug and he pats you very awkwardly as a reply

“Hey, did I forget to say I love you when I left?”

“If I recall correctly, yes you did.”

“Oh sorry about that. I love you Zhongli.”

He smiles back at you

And just like that Zhongli is back to normal and everyone in liyue is still confused as to what happened to their walking library

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— ITADORI YUJI + GOJO SATORU + RYOMEN SUKUNA + NANAMI KENTO || THEIR S/O TURNING INTO BABIES/TODDLERS

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + gojo satoru + ryomen sukuna + nanami kento from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : grammar issues

↳ form : headcanons

↳ published : 03 april

↳ pronouns : non specified in headcanon

↳ request : Hi! May I request a headcanon just like the previous one you did with the s/o turning into a child but with Gojo, Itadori, Sukuna and Nanami? Thank you, I'm always looking forward to your works and love them very much!!!

↳ barista’s notes : i am so sad that i didn’t enjoy jujutsu kaisen friday...it feels really weird to not watch an episode ʕ ㅇ ᴥ ㅇʔ but update on my life, on genshin impact i am on AR 39 since i finished my assession thingy and i am plannning to spend a lot on money on small business and skincare because it’s my two week holiday (if i do not become stingy because i am with money - call me MeiMei) and i can’t shop physically because of COVID....other than that, i hope you enjoy your cup of classic black coffee and come back soon ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

Itadori would be most surprised out of everyone when he finds out that you have turned into a child. For example, he would wake up and would instantly fall off his bed once he finds a toddler in his presence.

The first person he will go to is Fushiguro because ‘best friends for life I say’ and to be honest, you will probably cry/become nervous the second you see him because he has an annoyed look on his face leading you to hide under the blanket.

Itadori will panic and pull you into his arms with the blanket over because you are just scared of his friend and Fushiguro will be confused since you were friends with him after all.

You will have the brightest smile when you are with Itadori and you love it when he would raise you up in the air because it seems like you are flying.

When Itadori runs, you will giggle so much because it’s like being in a race car because of how fast he goes and the first years will wonder why you are not scared one bit.

I feel like you are comfortable with other people carrying you like even Gojo can, but when you want to go to Itadori...they better pass you on to him.

You and Itadori will always high-five each other just to make you happy because you would always raise your hand to him.

What Itadori finds really adorable is when you pick up a basketball because it looks really big compared to your toddler size and it is extra adorable when you try to throw it into the hoop with a little jump to copy him...like it just doesn’t reach.

This is when he would carry you up in the air and allow you to place the ball into the hoop because he really loves it when you cheer brightly.

When you run around, expect either Itadori to run slower because it seems like you are having so much fun or him to scoop you up into his arms because he is just really fast.

If Sukuna appears on his cheek, you would either slap it because you think it’s weird or just stare because it’s something you don’t see every day.

Itadori will have to force himself to watch cartoons with you because that is the only thing you would watch rather than you regular anime/movie nights that you would have with him.

After the whole cursed technique has been reversed, you would have no recollection of what just happened for the past 24 hours leading Itadori to explain - but I feel like he is the type to rather giggle in the middle of his explanation leading you to ask Fushiguro and Kugsaki in the end.

When you have turned into a toddler, Gojo will have no clue on what to do or say - even though he technically raised Fushiguro, doesn’t mean he has parental skills...he knows how to financially support someone.

In the beginning, he would be looking at you with such endearment because of how adorable you look and will absolutely take thousands of photos of you.

However, it seemed like you somehow retained your personality because the second he takes the 1000th photo, you would smack the phone out of his hands, surprising him completely.

You seem to be quite a calm child since you don’t really refuse to let him carry you, you just let him while he parades you around the school to show you off.

You will call him ‘Mr’ - don’t know why...maybe to tease him.

Gojo is the type to spin you around and twirl you like a princess because you are and forever will be to him - he sort of begins to notice your quite a quiet child.

The first years would be really shocked at your new appearance, especially Fushiguro since you did raise him...now it’s kind of his turn…

Nanami will try to take you away from Gojo because he’s worried that his colleague will do something really stupid to the point where you are injured in the process - but your man is adamant that he won’t hurt you.

Gojo will treat you to many sweets and that will cause a little shine of excitement to shine in your eyes because it’s a kid’s dream, right?

He really likes to feed you because it seems fun to him - I can imagine him saying ‘here comes the train’ and you would just grab the fork and guide it to your mouth.

When Gojo finally lifts up his blindfold, you would be surprised by them because they are so shiny - like you would stare at them for quite a bit that causes Gojo to freeze because you were dead frozen.

But when you show the brightest smile and place your hand on his cheeks, he relaxes before letting you do what you want to do. 

Say “Pwetty eyes” and Gojo will blush on the spot because you would always compliment his eyes when you were in your original form.

When the time has passed the 24-hour mark and you are back to normal, Gojo will instantly tell you what happened before you even ask - like “you were so adorable as a baby~ where are your baby photos?” while scrolling the pictures through his phone to show you.

He will 100% have baby fever after...

When Sukuna discovers you in your miniature form as a child, he will laugh at you for a good hour or more because he thinks how funny it is that you let a curse affect you like this.

However, what Sukuna finds really weird is that you’re not really afraid of him but rather interested because you would move closer to him to get a good look.

You will 100% tug on his kimono to get his attention and at first, it does annoy him completely because you are messing up with clothing but after a while, he finds it really assuming that you want his attention.

If you are in his domain, he will let you roam around in the water but he will find it really irritating that you are making loud noises since he is used to the quiet.

If you trip or fall down on your face, expect the King of Curses to laugh at you because he laughs at everyone’s misery - but he will be shocked that you haven’t cried at all.

He is the type of person that would say kids have no fear whatsoever - that is because of you.

Unlike the others, Sukuna will carry you by the collar of your shirt or just the back of your shirt and leave you hanging for some time - but it’s fun for you since you're just chilling and swinging.

Just because you are his significant other, doesn’t mean the word ‘brat’ won’t leave his mouth when he addresses you - the second you become a child, is the moment where you are a brat to him, but a brat that he loves.

After a while, when you start walking around in his domain after relaxing for some time, Sukuna would follow you slowly from behind because it just wants to see you waddle…

When you sit with him on his little skull seat, you will either play with his hands because his nails are just really long and you find that interesting or you would trace his marks because who the hell has marks on their face?

Sukuna would once again comment how children have no fears but wouldn’t stop you from touching the markings that he has on his face because he finds your expression of awe quite funny.

When you go back to your original form and remember nothing, Sukuna wouldn’t really tell you what happened but will just give you a smirk before saying “so what are you going to repay me with since you annoyed me so much as a little brat?” - huh?

When Nanami finds you in your little toddler state after being hit with a curse technique, he will literally have a whole staring contest with you for a few minutes.

You would probably stare at him for quite some time as well before either your eyes begin to tear up because he looks really scary or your arms would raise up, conveying to him that you want to be picked up.

You would call him ‘Nanamin’ just like how Itadori does and when Itadori finds out, he can’t help but find it really cute that you have picked up his habit.

For a child, you are quite interactive since when Nanami comes back to inform the school, you would wave to greet everyone that walks past and Gojo will find it really amusing - Nanami wouldn’t show it, but he thinks it’s endearing of you.

Gojo will definitely laugh at you for sometime before reaching out to hold you, only for you to wrap your arms around Nanami’s neck really tightly.

You would definitely fiddle with his glasses and try to put them on your face because it seems fun and you always wanted to try them on - now you have an excuse.

Nanami will make sure that you are well taken care of. He will make sure that you have eaten, hydrated with water, be in safe hands if he needs to go somewhere and he will help you clean up if you need help.

Let's just say he is the most responsible out of the four people in this headcanon right now because he is Nanami Kento.

If you somehow manage to get close to his weapon, he will quickly take it away from your reach because he is worried that you might hurt yourself.

Nanami has made one rule to himself and that is to never leave you in the care of Gojo Satoru because he has no idea what he would do with you - I don’t think he would take you to Ino as well because...it’s Ino (In conclusion, he will leave you to Shoko).

When Ino first sees you, he thinks Nanami is joking with him until he notices how much the child looks like you, only to shout your name in complete surprise causing you to giggle because it’s a funny sight.

If you snuggle your head in the crook of his neck, Nanami can’t help but smile slightly because it reminds him now you would do that as an adult when he came home from work and he can’t help but find it adorable that you kept that habit.

When you go back to your adult form after the 24 hours are up, Nanami will tell you what happened if you want to know and will probably warn you about the blackmail material Gojo has gained in the process.

© violettelueur 2021 : written and published by violettelueur - do not steal or repost

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Tech Savvy

Pairing: Tech x female reader Summary:  You’re an ex-imperial who has a crush on Tech. He’s awkward about it. Until he’s not. Rating: Explicit (18+, minors DNI) Warnings/tags: crack treated seriously, smut, unprotected PIV, awkward flirting, oral sex, first kisses, accidental exhibitionism, lots of bad jokes, slight angst Word count: 5.4K Notes: It’s smutty crack treated seriously, guys. Read on AO3.

The planet you land on isn’t anything special. It’s a humid swamp world in the Outer Rim that offers enough seclusion for even the Empire’s Most Wanted to pass by unnoticed.

You, being the kind and selfless individual you are, decide to help with repairs while Clone Force 99 are on a supply run. It’s the first time the ship has made planet fall in weeks and everyone is a bit stir-crazy, jumping at the chance to stretch their legs. Prolonged time spent in hyperspace has that effect.

Before he left, you told Hunter that your status as an ex-Imperial put an unnecessary target on their back. You’re still wearing your Imperial uniform, after all, and you know for a fact that the Empire is not exactly merciful to deserters. Especially deserters that committed high treason. Like aiding Clone Force 99’s escape from an Imperial prison.

You definitely didn’t just jump at the chance to stay behind because Tech opted to. That would be ridiculous.

You feel your face heat at the thought.

(What? His goggles are cute.)

The truth is, there’s been something – a tension, as it were – between the two of you since you arrived on board. You know it, he knows it. You’ve been orbiting around each other for some weeks now, and this is the first time you’ve been alone –

“Can you spare a minute?” Tech calls out, pulling you away from your thoughts. You swivel in your chair and shift your attention to him, a bit surprised.

“I was beginning to think you didn’t realise I was on board,” you reply as you make your way to the cockpit where Tech is currently fiddling with some wires.

“You’re...very hard to miss,” Tech replies and your heart skips a beat. “The ship is far too small to miss another sentient being’s presence.”

“Right,” you mutter while taking a seat, trying not to sound too deflated. So maybe he didn’t feel that tension. “What do you need help with?”

“I am taking this opportunity to rewrite the ship’s central comm unit to be more covert when passing through areas with increased Imperial traffic. If I can update the ship’s communication infrastructure to resemble that of a first generation Imperial craft, then we will considerably reduce our chances of being identified. Which is why I am particularly glad you stayed behind today. Considering your, er, history.” He fiddles with a mess of wires in front of him, not once looking up.

“And here I was thinking you wanted me around because you enjoyed my company,” you playfully jab.

“There’s that, too,” Tech replies. “Though it would be advantageous if you could list all of the Imperial access codes you can remember. The computer and I can do some pattern recognition to better–,” he cut himself off and anxiously rubbed the back of his neck. “Apologies, you don’t need a long-winded explanation. If you’re happy to share, you can do so whenever you’re ready.”

You consider protesting and telling him that you find his rambling cute, but you decide not to dwell on it for his sake. You list the codes you remember from the Academy. You keep talking, relaying any tangential intel relating to access codes. If it’s irrelevant, Tech doesn’t stop you.

He is silent for a few moments analysing the data you’ve given him. You watch him closely, admiring the way his brow furrows and his lips purse while he’s concentrating.

“You trust me then?” you venture to say. You play with your hands in your lap. “Even though I was with the Empire?”

“You’re helping us now,” Tech replies, as if it’s obvious. He is still inputting data into the datapad he is holding when he continues, “You trust us, it would seem. And we were soldiers programmed upon our creation to destroy the Republic.”

You fumble over your next words.

“That’s – it’s entirely different.”

“And from my perspective, all that matters is where you are now,” he states with finality.

“Well,” you say shyly, “I like where I am.”

Tech smirks despite himself, briefly glancing up at you from his datapad.

You hold his gaze for a moment, before settling into a comfortable silence. You sit in next to him for several minutes, revelling in his closeness like a brezak basking under the Zygerrian sun. It’s only when you notice yourself blushing like a teenager that you decide to make yourself useful and actually help with repairs like you promised.

++++++++++++++++++++

“Would you mind holding this wire out of the way for me while I solder the capacitors for the localised memory bank?” Tech calls, breaking your concentration. The illumination device you were repairing could wait.

You have no idea what Tech means, if his string of words means anything, and you survey his makeshift workbench for a hint. Several panels are detached, limply dangling from a few brightly coloured wires. Tech is focusing his attention on a large panel that is plugged into a cylindrical storage device.

“Maker, that’s a big data stick,” you can’t help but mutter.

Tech makes an incoherent choking sound.

You do as requested and lean over his shoulder to take hold of the wire he specified between your thumb and forefinger. The fabric of your sleeves brushes against his shoulder armour and it feels as though there is a static shift in the air, like the air around you is alive and humming.

And Tech gulps with the contact. He types a few sets of numbers into his datapad with excess force, seriously testing the build quality of the device. His posture is especially rigid as focuses on testing the wires currently in his lap.

Your pulse is racing. It’s as if each second that passes without a confession threatens to rip apart the very fabric of reality.

“Tech?” He has to feel this too, right? “Why...why did you stay behind today?” you ask, careful to keep your voice even. You need him to say it, admit that he feels it, too. You’re desperate for it.

“You can let go now,” he replied, pointedly ignoring your question.

You let go of the wire, but make no move to step away from him. You’re acutely aware of yourself right now and suddenly self-conscious: about the deep shade of crimson enveloping your face, the way you’re breathing, the clamminess you can feel on your palms. You hope you smell alright and silently pray that any traces of caf on your breath are long gone.

Several seconds pass before Tech looks up, over his shoulder at you. His face briefly flickers with concern.

“Your flushed features and increased heart rate indicates that you are nervous,” he remarks.

Maker, is it that obvious, you cringe.

Your mouth is dry and you contemplate making an excuse, but your brain does not want to cooperate.

“Sometimes I –,” you begin. Void, here I go. “Sometimes I get nervous around you,” you admit, attempting to make your confession sound as casual as possible. You bite your bottom lip in a way that you hope will be interpreted as sensual, or, at the very least, cute.

And Tech? Tech is flustered. Like visibly shaken, blushing furiously, two-steps-away-from-hyperventilating, kind of flustered.

“Please do not be nervous,” he responds tightly. Each word is taking considerable effort to be spoken. “I already told you: we trust you. I am not a threat to you.”

The poor guy. There’s no way he can really be misinterpreting that –.

“No, no, it’s a good kind of nervous,” you attempt to clarify.

“Nervousness is not conducive to high quality work,” Tech chokes out.

“No, I mean like giddy. I feel giddy around you.”

Come on, Tech.

“Would you like a chair–.”

“Stars, Tech, I like you!”

Tech...errors. He attempts to start several sentences with no success before mumbling an excuse that he has to go, “fix the reverse polarity capacitive inductor,” which, to your knowledge, is definitely not a real thing.

So maybe that could have gone better. All things considered, he did seem affected by your admission. On the other hand, he also left the room entirely.

Your face burns with embarrassment and, hey, maybe this backwater planet could make a decent home. Maybe the swamp water would be safe for consumption and you could spend the rest of your days foraging for swamp... berries. Sure, it might be a little uncomfortable, but no less uncomfortable than staying here for one more second.

And this is why you don’t admit your feelings to anyone. Ever.

Ugh. You were so confident, too. You squeeze your eyes shut, willing yourself to transport to another star system.

The door to the ‘fresher shuts, followed by a slight scuffle of feet, and a thunk that sounds decidedly like a head hitting the door.

You briefly consider leaving the ship to attempt to meet up with the rest of the Bad Batch. It’s been far too long since you’ve breathed fresh, clean, air and you feel a second wave of self-pity wash over you as you contemplate the thought of breathing in the smell of Wrecker’s feet for several more weeks in the Marauder’s circulated air. They hadn’t been gone longer than a standard hour and there was a clear path to get into town. You could still salvage the day, you could still stretch your legs–

‘Oh you want to know why I suddenly decided to join you, Hunter, after promising I’d help fix the ship? Funny story, I was trying to seduce your brother and he rejected me!’

You physically cringe at that. On second thought, maybe just pretending this didn’t happen would be the easier option. Lesser of two evils and all that.

Well, you’ve endured worse situations than this. Swamp berries, if they exist, probably won’t offer enough sustenance anyway, you conclude. You turn your attention to fixing several access panels that require little to no attention.

++++++++++++++++++++

It takes a long while for Tech to exit the ‘fresher. The door opens with a hiss and you stiffen, not looking up until he briskly walks past you and resumes his makeshift work station in the cockpit. Once he is seated and his back is facing you and you can hear the rhythmic tapping of his fingers on his datapad, you allow your entire body to relax.

You look back down to your newest project: fixing the swivel action on a chair. You’re not entirely sure if the chair needed to swivel, or whether it was supposed to, but it does now. At least Omega would have fun with that.

“Can you spare another minute?” Tech says after a considerable stretch of silence.

His comment catches you off-guard. It’s fine, it’s fine, you are just going to pretend like nothing happened. You can just carry on helping with actual repairs like you promised.

“I’m coming,” you say, while putting your entire weight into tightening a screw.

Tech coughs slightly.

“The, uh, I need your help with the cum system. The comm system!” he stutters.

Your eyes widen and decide it’s best not to comment, furiously thinking about the fact that Tech rarely makes mistakes. You wipe your hands on your trousers and stride over to the cockpit where Tech is fiddling with some wires on his lap.

“Take these,” he says while coiling a piece of wire to make a conductor. He pushes right through the awkwardness and places a handful of resistors in your outstretched hand.

You stand there in silence for several moments before you drum your fingers on the back of his chair. He makes no move to immediately utilise the resistors, so you resign yourself to stand there and watch him work. (You suppress a sigh – you wish you weren’t attracted to him at this moment, but here you are, drawn in by his confidence and fixated on watching his nimble fingers work their magic.)

Normally, you’d have already lost your patience. But not now, not when you are trying to decipher just what exactly Tech was trying to accomplish by calling you over and ignoring you. And that’s when you realise that Tech either forgot you were there or forgot to give you whichever menial task he originally intended.

But there’s absolutely no chance that Tech makes two mistakes within the same standard year, never mind two mistakes within the same afternoon.

You start to wonder if he even has any use for the resistors. Your knowledge of technology is limited, but you really don’t see how they’d be useful with his current task. Maybe this is Tech’s uncharacteristically inefficient way to try to initiate conversation. You really hope you’re not completely misreading the situation, but it’s not like you have any pride left to lose.

“Why did you stay behind today, Tech?” you ask quietly, voice tinged with apprehension and perhaps an unmistakable eagerness. You phrase it more like a statement than a question this time.

He continues to fidget, his leg bouncing anxiously as he works.

“I did some research,” he blurts. “Regarding intimacy between human males and human females.”

Huh.

“I read the specifics on how to kiss,” he continues, “but I fear that I am a bit out of my depth as to how I am supposed to initiate it.” He is still fussing with the wires in his lap, not quite able to look up at you.

“You...want to kiss?” you surmise, your heart thumping wildly in your chest. “Me?”

“Very much so.”

A grin breaks across your face and the sharp sting of Tech’s previous rejection immediately melts away. You deposit the handful of resistors in a tray containing various tools Tech had been using throughout the day before taking a tentative step forward from behind the chair. He cranes his neck to look at you, an unfamiliar expression that you’re not quite able to decipher written across his face.

You reach your hand out to caress his cheek, and sliding your hand down to his chin to guide it upwards as you bend down to bring your lips to his. The kiss is chaste, at first, but Tech proves himself a quick study as slightly parts his lips to deepen the kiss. His goggles nudge against your face and you’re pretty sure you’re leaving a greasy cheek print on one of them.

You pull away to gauge his reaction.

“Was that... satisfactory?” he asks, seemingly dazed. His eyes are hooded and still focused on your lips.

“It was perfect.” You offer a small smile.

He removes the goggles to clean one side of them with a nearby cloth. So you were leaving a cheek print. Once his goggles are back in place, he’s looking at you like he can’t quite believe you’re real, his golden brown eyes blinking owlishly at you.

“I apologise for leaving you earlier. I did not anticipate you returning my affections – it did not seem probable. And I was, regrettably, not prepared,” he mumbles.

“Probable?” It’s your turn to malfunction. You want to usher a thousand reassurances at once.

“Well, no.” Tech shifts his weight uncomfortably, not quite able to meet your eyes. “Hunter or Crosshair usually are the ones who capture the affections of –,”

“I like your goggles,” you interrupt in a rush before you surge forward to press your lips against his, hoping to convey just how much you return his affections. It’s a messy, urgent kiss that Tech returns with equal fervour. His fingers find their way into your hair, pulling you closer.

When you finally break the kiss, you straighten your back and take both of his hands in yours and take small, hesitant steps backwards, encouraging Tech to stand. As he does, the project he is working on slides off of his lap and clatters to the floor. He pays it no attention as he closes the distance between you, his eyes darkened with lust. He kisses you with renewed purpose as his hands wrap around your waist, roaming across your body, before they settle firmly on your ass.

Your hips grind into his codpiece and Tech lets out a low groan that goes straight to your core. He moves to kiss the curve of your neck, sucking at the delicate skin and making you squirm. The dampness between your legs becomes apparent and you press yourself closer to him, desperate for friction where you need it the most. As if he can read your mind, he trails a hand from your ass and places it between your legs, grazing over your clit before cupping your cunt. You involuntarily rock into his hand and moan into his mouth, hardly recognising the sounds you’re making.

Tech’s hand abruptly stills as he draws back to meet your eyes. His expression mirrors yours: searching wide eyes filled with longing, a silent acknowledgement passes between you as you reach the point of no return.

And in that moment you are struck with the urge to want nothing more than his cock in your mouth.

“Can I?” you blurt, glancing downward, hoping he is able to intuit exactly what you are suggesting in that moment.

“You may.” You allow the grammatical correction to slip by. “But I’ve never–,” he begins.

You don’t break eye contact and you begin to drop to your knees. He’s looking at you with his eyes wide, mouth slack. Tech’s bulged codpiece is mere inches from your face, and it’s in that moment that you realise that you have no idea how to undress this man.

And this, this is when you start to worry.

Does it have a latch? Does it even come off?

Your eyes dart from left to right looking for some sort of hint as to how it could be removed. You’re half tempted to just plant a smooch on the armour or the kiss inside of his thigh and pretend that all of this was intentional.

“I can get that,” Tech helpfully chimes in, blessedly oblivious to your internal struggle. He removes the pelvic plate with ease and, to your relief, you can see the shape of his erection straining under a layer of thick black fabric. Black fabric that conforms to his body shape exceedingly well. You reach out to feel his length, gently cupping his balls through the fabric before applying more pressure as you palm his shaft. He soft groan escapes his lips.

It catches you a little off guard, actually, to see him so hard. Knowing he’s been hard underneath his armour this entire time. Wondering when else he’s been hard and you had been none the wiser.

His cock has an attractive silhouette – it’s thicker than you expected and you can feel the patch of pre-cum that dampens the black fabric near his tip. You reach for his waistband and pull it down before slowly wrapping a hand around his shaft. He hisses with the contact and brings a white-knuckled fist to his lips.

You peer up at him through your lashes and you lick your lips, preparing to tease him a bit before taking him as deep as you can manage.

And that’s when something inside Tech snaps.

He looks down at you with wild eyes and places his hand on the back of your head to guide your mouth to his cock, apparently unable to continue the role of a passive observer for any longer. Clearly intent at putting his newfound research to good use. You lick a wet stripe from the base to the tip, before taking him in your mouth, the pre-cum tangy on your tongue. His grip tightens on your hair the same time he tilts his hips forward to push his cock further and you hollow your cheeks, sucking hard enough to make Tech groan and his knees buckle. He braces himself against the back of the pilot’s chair, captivated at the sight your mouth stretched around his length.

You begin to bob your head in a steady rhythm, taking him as deep as you’re able. You drag your tongue and press it flush on the underside of his cock, looking up at Tech with wide doe eyes, batting your eyelashes prettily as he struggles to maintain composure. You continue your pace until sweat starts to bead at his temple and his breathing becomes less controlled.

Patience isn’t your strong point and you’re too pent up not to touch yourself. You bring your free hand down your trousers, between your thighs, running your fingers through your wet folds and hum at the sensation. Tech’s hips stutter with the vibrations and his face contorts in what looks like a pained grimace. He takes a miniature step back and your lips leave his cock with a pop. He’s breathing heavily now and his weeping cock is painfully hard, his balls tight.

“I don’t want to finish in your mouth, mesh’la,” he pants, voice low.

You nod dumbly, currently unable to form a coherent thought or tear your eyes away from his erect length, only inches away from your face.

Tech takes hold of both of your forearms, helping you get to your feet, before wrapping his hands around your thighs, picking you up with surprising ease. You lock your thighs around his torso as he strides over to press you against one of the auxiliary control panels adjacent to the co-pilot’s chair in the cockpit. The incline on the panel is steep and the pressure of his hips against yours is the only thing keeping you from sliding down.

“Let me taste you,” Tech groans against your ear.

You let out a frustrated whine and desperately move to unclasp your trousers as Tech works to open your shirt. You shudder once the cool air hits your sweat-dampened skin and Tech messily palms your exposed breast while nipping at your neck. He helps you shimmy out of your clothing while holding you in firmly place before discarding them on the floor of he Marauder.

And this is how you find yourself spread eagle on the Marauder's control panel in possibly the most undignified position you’ve ever been in.

He goes to remove his goggles and you stop him.

“If they’re not uncomfortable for you, I’d like for you to leave them on.” He quirks a brow at you, quizzical. “What? I told you that they’re cute.”

His face evolves from sceptical to bashful in a few moments.

“Very well, then. I can leave them on.”

Tech moves his hands under your thighs as he lowers himself, draping your legs across each of his shoulders with surprising gentleness for a man who looks like he is ready to devour you. Once he’s on his knees and comfortably supporting your weight, keeping you pressed against the console, he places an open-mouthed kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“A-are you okay with this?” you manage to stutter out. It’s not like you haven’t pictured his head between your thighs before, but something about his head actually being between your thighs fills you with a nervousness you hadn’t anticipated.

He mumbles his assurances against your clit. He begins with slow, languid licks and you suck in a sharp breath as you feel yourself craving more and have to stop yourself from violently bucking your hips up.

Okay, so he’s actually really good at this. You know you really shouldn’t be that surprised, Tech is nothing if not thorough with his research and it’s, er, practical applications. Any thoughts of humour at Tech’s expense are, however, ripped from your mind when he sinks a single finger inside your cunt. His finger curls with a precision that only Tech could manage and you moan in encouragement as he pumps it in and out.

You squirm when he hits the spot that makes you want to beg for more and you feel your bare ass hit a button on the console. The next thing you hear is a soft swish swish sound of the Marauder's screen wipers that you inadvertently turned on. Mercifully, it doesn’t break Tech’s concentration and his hands continue to grip your hips, holding your cunt to his face.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” you chant. You writhe again and another button sounds its activation. Nothing immediately makes itself known. You hope it’s not something like a proton torpedo firing into the swampy area the Marauder landed in. Not because there’s anything nearby, but because you’ll die if Tech stops here.

He moans into your core as he brings a hand down to grip his leaking cock, desperate for some friction.

“Kriff,” you grunt at the sight of him fucking his fist, only to hear Tech utter the same exclamation at the same time.

“Is there an echo in here or something?” You smile at him, offering a half-laugh before your face contorts with pleasure once again and you hiss through your teeth.

“Yes?” a new, tinny voice chimes in on the overhead speaker system. “This is Echo... You’ve, uh, turned on the short range comm system.”

You knew Tech was a good soldier, but the reflexes in which he slammed the short range comm transmitter with his free hand surprised you. He didn’t move himself from between your thighs and skilfully cut off the transmission while continuing to work your clit with his tongue and your cunt with his finger.

Before you could die from embarrassment and wonder just how much Echo and the rest of the Batch heard, Tech adds another finger and your entire body jerks and tenses.

“I’ve – ah, right there – Maker, that feels good. I’ve never been with anyone who is patient enough to let me come,” you manage to say through gritted teeth.

“My research indicated that it can take around 20 standard minutes for women to orgasm if properly relaxed, why would others stop prematurely?” Tech replies, only briefly removing his mouth from your cunt to reply.

“Selfishness?” you guess.

Tech seemed to take your admission (and ability to form sentences) personally, clearly intent on rendering you incapacitated. He returns to his attention to your clit and maintains his rhythm, teasing a third finger near your entrance. You whine at the sensation and move to hold Tech’s head in place, because if he stops now, there’s no way you’ll ever forgive him. The pressure that’s been mounting in your core finally, finally peaks and your entire body tenses as you surrender to your climax.

“Tech,” you whine, unable to formulate thoughts, let alone words.

He assures you with a soft groan and tightens his grip on your hip. He can feel your walls clenching around his fingers as he guides you through your climax.

As you come down from your orgasm, you feel like you’ve spent a year in bacta. You can’t move. Honestly, your bones are like Andorian jelly. The feeling is only temporary, however, as you’re overcome with the desire – no, need – to be filled.

“In me,” you urge. “Now.”

He adjusts his goggles and looks at you, spread out, completely ready for him.

“Lie back then.”

Tech settles between your thighs and nudges his cock head against your entrance. He takes a breath to steady himself, rubbing his length through your folds, covering it in your arousal.

“So wet and ready for me, mesh’la.”

Your hands wildly grasp at his chest plate, fingernails scratching along the plastoid, desperate to hold onto anything to anchor you. You meet his mouth with a graceless kiss, before he finally sinks into you.

“You’re tight,” he grits out.

He waits a few moments letting you adjust to his size before he begins to move. He restrains himself, slowly rolling his hips as your cunt stretches around his length.

“More,” you plead, breathlessly. “Please.”

Your encouragement is all he needs before he snaps his hips against yours, setting an unrelenting rhythm. He rocks into you harder with each thrust of his hips, his plastoid leg places slapping your skin.

“You feel so good, cyar'ika,” he pants. You surge upwards to greet his lips with a messy kiss, which only spurs him on to fuck you faster. “You’re, ah, taking me so well.”

“Fuck –,” you whine.

His grip tightens and his whole body starts to tense – he’s dangerously close to coming undone. And that’s when you notice his pace start to slow, his movements clearly distracted.

“Tech?” you mumble. You focus your eyes on his face and he looks dazed, you can practically hear him thinking. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he doesn’t give you any time to panic.

“Elevate your hips by seven to ten degrees,” he states through heavy breaths.

“What?” Definitely not what you were expecting him to say.

Tech seems unfazed by your apparent annoyance. He wordlessly repositions himself, grabbing both of your hips and raising them slightly, holding your body up so it’s just the sharp incline of the console and Tech’s hands keeping you in place.

He began thrusting in earnest again, his eyes screwing shut in pleasure. And, Maker, he was right. The new angle hits a spot that makes your toes curl and you lose the ability to speak almost instantly and mewl helplessly as Tech fucks into you.

You made an undignified noise as you gripped his bicep, desperate to hold onto something, feeling the pressure mount in your core. With Tech’s hands busy holding you in place as he maintains a brutal pace, you bring a hand down to your clit, still wet with spit and your own essence. You barely have to touch yourself before you feel your body screaming for release.

“’M coming,” is all the warning you are able to give him before your cunt spasms around his twitching cock as your vision whites out. Tech grunts at the sensation, unable to hold his own climax off any longer.

“Where do you want me to –,” he grates out.

“Anywhere,” you cut him off, still feeling the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Just want to feel you.”

“Fuck, mesh’la, I’m going to come,” Tech groans, desperately chasing his release with harsh thrusts. His hips forcefully buck into you before his cock stiffens and he spills himself inside of you. He buries his face in your neck, slowly pumping you full of his cum, before he slumps against you. “Bid jate par me,” he mumbles into your neck, barely audible. “Gotal par me.”

You don’t know Mando’a, but whatever he is saying, the way he is saying it, sends a pleasant chill over your body.

You’re both still breathing heavily when Tech gingerly places you back down with a surprising gentleness for someone who had just been fucking you within an inch of your life. He’s in no rush to remove himself from you, but when his softened cock does slip out and his cum leaks out of you and onto the console, he helps you slide down. When your feet touch the floor, your legs wobble slightly and Tech has to grasp your forearms to steady you, softly chuckling at the state you’re in.

And when you look at him, he looks positively debauched. Sated, but debauched. You probably look worse.

In one swift motion he bends down, brings an arm down under your knees, and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around your neck while he carries you to his bunk. His cool armour against your overheated skin is a welcome sensation and you press yourself closer.

“Your research paid off,” you mumble into his chest as he sets you down on his bed.

“Please do not act so surprised by that.”

++++++++++++++++++++

You and Tech aren’t quite finished with the repairs by the time the Batch return hours later, long after the moons have risen and the bioluminescent plants surrounding the ship have begun to glow. If the squad notice you’re sitting a bit too close to Tech, your thigh pressing comfortably against his, they don’t say anything.

Neither of you were expecting to defile the Marauder all day and Tech was frantically fixing the lever on a storage hatch access panel, attempting to make up for lost time.

“Wrecker!” Echo shouts. “Clean up after yourself, for kriff’s sake.”

“Why?” Wrecker drawls, stomping towards the cockpit. “What did I do this time?”

“You’ve spilled your juice on the console again, all the keys are stuck in place.”

The access lever snaps clean off in Tech’s hands.

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Dirty Old Man

Pairing: Kenny Ackerman x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Dubcon themes in the beginning (it’s later all consensual), Knifeplay (to remove clothing), Captivity/Kidnapping, Slapping, Daddy Kink, Some Assplay, Gagging (on fingers), Choking, One mention of blood, A little bit of bondage, Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Age Gap, Kenny is a dirty old man.

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: It’s late, but it’s here! Here’s my part to the Smut Pile’s Western Collab! Please heed the warnings. Kenny is disgusting and I’m disgusting but here we are, fucking Kenny.

           “I told you to stop running away. I’m gettin’ real fuckin’ tired of chasin you down.” Kenny spit the words out like poison, crouching in front of you to place the tip-end of his knife against your corseted chest as a warning.

           You attempted a protest, but the makeshift gag made out of a torn piece of your skirts kept you virtually silent. Your wrists were burning, the rope around them scratching against your skin behind your back. The inn he’d taken you to for the night was damp and dirty, the floor you were tossed into reeking of piss and sour bourbon.

           He had come for you again. You’d had some wistful doubt that he wouldn’t, but like always, he’d tracked you down as easily as hunters do footprints in thick snow. He’d followed your trail and bound you with that thick rope of braided hemp he always kept at his side. Evading him was never easy, but you thought you’d gotten away with it this time when you’d found a meager orphanage to cook at. He hated children—you thought he’d never set foot in the place, but reckoning had come for you in the early hours of the morning, with a dark shadow moving in the corner of the kitchens.

           “You never fuckin’ learn. Maybe this time I’ll teach you a lesson you won’t forget.”

           The sharp point of his blade dug into your clothes, the cutting edge purposefully situated between featherbone channels so it could slice at cotton threads.

          You swore against the cloth in your mouth, your curses soaking into the spit-damp fabric. He hooked a finger under the gag digging into your cheek, pulling at the material with a smirk.

          “Got something to say, kid?”

          Slowly, he pulled the torn cloth from your mouth, your head twisting to shake away strings of drool that had attached to the textile.

          “Maybe I like the chase, Kenny,” you hissed out his name, not bothering with the Mr. Ackerman bullshit you’d called him at home.

          He had once been a rather removed presence in your life; he was just that outlaw in the corner who did the terrible things the rich families in your town had the money but not the gall to do. But now he’d become the bane of your existence, the dark thread that always pulled you back into the oppressive home life you were running from. He never seemed to care. If anything, he seemed to take a sick joy in finding you quicker each time you snuck out and ran in a new, farther direction.

          “So we’re on a first name basis now, huh? Good, cause we’re about to get real intimate.”

          “You could make this real fun and actually untie me.”

          “I’m not untying you, ain’t fucking happening. I didn’t spend weeks tracking down a stupid maiden for her daddy for you to run off into the woods the moment I turn my back to piss.”

          You winced a little at his harsh words, still very aware of the cold steel carefully skating through the middle of your chest. The threads of your corset were popping and curling back toward the bone linings.

          “I’m not some fragile maiden.”

          “I don’t give a fuck what you ain’t, what you are is a big pain in my ass. I don’t get paid enough for this shit, so I’m takin’ what I’m owed.”

          The reality of your situation settled in when you felt cool air sweep across your freshly exposed breasts. Your initial thought was to kick him, but when you felt him dig the blade a little too deep into the clothes at your belly, you hesitated. One wrong move and he could be slicing you open accidentally.

          Your wrists pounded with lack of blood flow as you painstakingly tested the knots for slack again. Of course, there wasn’t any. He’d probably tied up hundreds of unfortunate souls in his miserable lifetime.

          A thrill raced across your skin as you heard the knife clatter into the floor, Kenny peeling away the layers of split clothes on your body like he was prudently opening the petals of a rare flower.

          “Well, well, look at you, kid.”

          Grey eyes swirled with mirth and mischief under the brim of his hat, a wicked smile curling across bearded cheeks.

          You felt vulnerable and far too hot, the heat of embarrassment licking over your chest, up your neck, burning at your ears. Worse, blazing excitement was pooling between your legs, the dull thump of pleasure beginning to pound in your head.

          A calloused hand began to paw at the fat of your breast, testing the weight of it in his palm.

          “You’re a fucking pervert.”

          “Never said I ain’t.”

          He flicked your nipple with his comment, chuckling as you gasped. The slight twinge of pain sent a jolt of lightning down your spine, making your fingers dig into the thick rope at your wrists and your head tilt back against the wall. Kenny repeated the motion, rubbing his warm thumb over your nipple before flicking it again. You sucked in a quick breath, making your lungs expand and breasts inch closer to his hands.

          “You like that?” He teased, a finger tracing the sensitive underside of your breast.

          “No.”

          He laughed, “Liar. Your pretty nipples are harder than my cock.”

          Kenny proved his point by cupping both your tits and making you moan, back arching toward him instead of away. Seeing the opportunity, he moved in closer, making the remnants of your skirts bunch around your hips as he pressed himself between your legs. You turned your face away from him when he dipped down to kiss you, making his wet lips and wiry beard press into the curve of your throat.

          He sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, teeth and growls gently scraping against skin.

          “What’s my pa going to think about you taking advantage of me like this?”

          You knew you made a good point—unless Kenny had decided to pack some petticoats and powder into his saddle bags, he couldn’t cover up the carnage he was creating.

          “I’m your daddy for tonight, kid. Maybe if you’re good I won’t even take you home this time.”

          “Really?” You knew your voice portrayed your enthusiasm, but you couldn’t help it. You’d do anything to be free of your family and go make a life of your own.

          Kenny took his time thinking over his response, too busy licking and sucking at the delicate column of your throat. It felt good, too good, even the scratch of his beard had you holding back whimpers. His long fingers were still groping your tits, thumbs rhythmically petting over your peaks.

          You felt like you were engulfed in flames, like the hellfire and brimstone that bible-thumpers warned about were taking over your senses. All because of fucking Kenny Ackerman, the dirtiest old man you’d ever come across.

          Though you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t imagined something like this before, it was hard not to when most of your time had been spent tied up on a saddle with him. The pervert always had the audacity to have his half-hard erection pressing into your lower back as you shifted on the smelly horse. It was difficult not to imagine how it would feel to have him inside of you when the horse’s trot had his cock sliding too perfectly against your ass. You’d spent a few nights imagining how he would manhandle you, rough and impatient, and far more skilled than the boys you’d fooled around with.

          Kenny was a dirty old man, but you had no doubt he could fulfill every naughty fantasy women like you weren’t supposed to dream about.

          You shifted forward a bit, draping your thighs over his so you could get closer, press your aching core against that familiar stiffness in his trousers.

          “I’ll be a good girl, daddy,” you let the name roll off your tongue as you tilted your face down to his, “I promise.”

          You sealed your vow by pressing your mouth to his, a victorious frisson tingling at your nerves when he groaned into your lips. His kiss was rough, one of his hands snaking up to your neck with a vice-like grip to keep you from changing your mind. It made your vision go blurry behind your eyelids, grey spots dancing in the corners of your lashes. He tasted like booze and smoke, remnants of his addictions tainting your tongue. But you kept up with his pace, eager to show him that you would be good, that you wanted this, that you’d let him have you. Even if he did take you back home anyways, at least you’d get a thrilling fuck out of this arrangement.

          “You ain’t never been a good girl,” he rumbled against your lips, “daddy’s gonna have to teach you how to behave.”

          You gasped when he used his leverage on your neck to push you farther into the creaking boards of the wall. Your wrists were trapped between your back and the floor, going more numb by the second. He caged you in completely, had you sitting in his lap with his cock pressed against your damp drawers and one hand tangling into the mess of your skirts.

          “Women and all their fucking clothes,” he snarled down at your half-dressed body. Your eyes went wide as you noticed him reach back for the discarded blade, his other hand still content to press against the sides of your neck.

          “W-wait, I don’t have anything else to wear!”

          “You ain’t going to be needin’ em anyways, kid.”

          Time slowed down like the creeping slush of molasses as you watched Kenny begin to slice through your dress and petticoat, each tug of his wrist sending cotton fibers spilling into the floor. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest and sweat beading on the back of your neck every time the spine of the knife grazed the freshly exposed skin of your thighs. You struggled against the rope and the hand holding you back when he began to cut through the length of your drawers. The blade was too close to your intimate places, grazing against your sweltering flesh and making you whimper.

          “I ain’t gonna cut you, darlin. As much as I wanna carve my name into your skin, I couldn’t stand hurtin’ you.”

          You swallowed thickly and he must’ve felt it, his thumb petting at your neck like he was trying to soothe a scared animal. He stopped cutting at your clothing, lifting his pointed chin so he could look up into your face. He grinned, soft but still wolfish, wrinkles gathering at the corners of his eyes.

          “Gimme a kiss, it’ll make you feel better.”

          You complied, perhaps too happily, slanting your mouth against his and moaning at the rough feel of his black hairs against your cheeks.

          Kenny ripped the rest of the threads from your body with his strong fingers, finishing the work that the knife had started. A weight was lifted off of you when your heavy skirts and the skeleton of your corset finally slipped into the floor to be forgotten. He took particular care in relieving you of your cotton drawers, the shadow of his hat obscuring his face as he marveled at the juncture of your thighs.

          “Look at that pretty pussy, all wet and sloppy just for me.”

          You cried out when he brushed a knuckle between your dripping folds, finger slowly uncurling so it could prod at your tight hole.

          “You always get this wet when you’re around me?”

          “Hard not to when you’re always groping me like some animal.”

          His gaze flickered back up to you, the mixture of a frown and a smirk tugging at his lips. He pressed his palm more firmly against your windpipe, making you choke.

          “Don’t know why I bothered to ungag your smart mouth.”

          “I’ll be goo—” you didn’t have the chance to finish your plea, his long fingers uncurling from your neck only for two of them to abruptly slide past your open lips. Your eyes watered a bit from the thrusting motion of his digits and you could feel your moans vibrate against his skin. He started to push his fingers farther into your mouth, seeing how far he could go before your throat tightened, smirking the whole time. His skin tasted like rawhide and copper, like leather and blood, and you breathlessly traced your tongue along his slim knuckles.

          “Your mouth looks better stuffed,” his other hand resumed teasing your lower lips, “Let’s see how many fingers you can take.”

          You almost bit the knuckles in your mouth when he shoved his middle and index fingers into your tight cunt. You muffled out a squeal, eyes rolling shut when a wave of pleasure splashed over your body with the timing of his fingers pushing inside of you. He wasted no time in stretching you, spreading his strong fingers as he withdrew and pressed back inside of you over and over again.

          Your tongue went still and flat in your mouth, spit pooling around slim fingers that still pressed farther back into your throat with every thrust of his hand between your legs. You could practically hear him grinning like a madman with both of his calloused hands pressing into two of your wet holes. You sucked around his fingers when he touched a sensitive, fleshy patch inside of you, fingers curling against your walls and stroking the spot repeatedly.

          Weightless, you felt weightless in Kenny’s lap, like each thrust of his fingers into your mouth and pussy was sending you higher into the clouds. Even your own fingers had gone limp behind you, no longer clinging to their binds.

          “Not bad, kid. How about another?”

          You screamed around his hand when his ring finger stretched your opening wider, your pussy burning from its invasion. He laughed, a sadistic rumble from his chest that vibrated against your tits. At the feel of your cry, he pushed the fingers against your tongue even farther down to the back of your mouth, making you fight your gag reflex and sputter. Spit was falling from the corners of your mouth and you could feel your slick drooling down your thighs and onto his pumping wrist between your legs.

          “Good girl,” he praised, picking up his already merciless pace, “daddy’s got a big cock, need you to be ready for it.”

          Kenny groaned when you nodded your head, eyes fluttering open to catch his gaze. Some twisted pleasure brewed in your lower stomach as you noticed his lopsided grin, pearl white teeth bared over his full lips.

          “I bet you look so fucking pretty when you cum. Think you can? Can you cum from an old man stuffin’ you full of fingers, darlin?”

          You shivered at his words, your thighs shaking as you felt like you were being pulled apart. The three fingers inside of you knew exactly how to make your head go fuzzy and your nerves wild with pleasure, and it only got more intense when his thumb began to circle your already aching clit. You whimpered around his fingers, finding a momentary reprieve when he pulled them from your lips and admired the drool flowing over his knuckles. But he slid them back in after you caught a quick breath, pumping them at the same speed as the fingers buried into your cunt.

          It was like you were brimming and boiling over with the taste and feel of Kenny. Your mind could barely keep up with the shots of ecstasy stemming from your belly, your toes curling against the cold floor, your wrists rubbed raw from rope. Your lower muscles were starting to clench, spasm, shake, and he groaned.

          “Fuck you’re gettin’ tight. But I’ve got one more place to try.”

          Your brows scrunched together when you felt his ring finger slip from your pussy, only to feel his slim pinky finger prod at the tight pucker of your ass.

          “Kemmy, mf, umph,” you struggled to speak with his fingers stuffed in your mouth.

          You finally bit against his skin when you felt the length of his smallest finger slither into your ass.

          The new sensation rocked you, had you gasping and leaning forward and gagging on his fingers and cumming all at the same time. You screamed as you felt your asshole tighten around his digit, the pleasure of it sending you raring into bliss at full force like you’d just been slammed into a wall. It felt so fucking good, every hole stuffed with him, every muscle clenching and unclenching as he had the nerve to laugh at how easily you came from feeling a finger in your ass.

          “Heh, seems you like that, don’tcha?” He let you ride out the remnants of your orgasm for a few moments, fingers still and just feeling you contract around him.

          Finally, he worked on setting you free of his hold. He took his time with it, each finger sliding out of you painfully slow like he was slowly uncorking a pent-up bottle of champagne. With your mouth free first, you took your time breathing and gathering your wits, looking down into the floor as shame crept over your body. It was all so nasty and dirty, and when he pulled his fingers out from between your legs, you knew all you wanted was more of it.

          “Fuck,” you breathed, surprised when he lifted your chin and placed a rather chaste kiss against your messy mouth.

          “I take it you’ve never had somethin’ in your ass?”

          “N-no, but it…”

          “Feels good, yeah?”

          You shot him a suspicious look, “How would you know?”

          “I’ve been around, kid.”

          Kenny groaned as he sat back, moving you off his lap.

          “My knees are too fucking old for this. Get on the bed.”

          You didn’t know how you could. Your legs felt like pudding and your hands were completely numb behind your back. Kenny walked to the corner of the small bedroom, pulling his suspenders down so he could toss his shirt into the floor. You struggled to move, eyeing the knife in the floor carefully so you didn’t accidentally cut yourself as you fumbled like a little fawn gaining her legs.

          You enjoyed the feel of standing for a moment, leaning back against the wall in all your sloppy nakedness as you watched Kenny dip his hands into the wash bin.

          This was the last thing you expected when you woke up this morning. You’d been free, ready to get started on a cornbread and bean breakfast, only to be kidnapped before you could even lace up your shoes. Now you were watching Kenny Ackerman get undressed and hang that signature bowler hat on the back of the door.

          He looked better without the hat. In fact, he looked so much better naked.

          He had sun kissed skin on his arms and neck from working in the sun, lean sinews of muscle carved over his chest, his thighs. He was dusted in wiry black hair, like someone had taken ash from a fire and doused him in it. And his cock was hard and proud between his legs, long and curved up toward his stomach. Your ego spiked at the thought that you’d made him that way; you were the reason his swollen head was leaking and twitching.

          “Can I touch you now?”

          “What?” He looked puzzled, running a hand through his dark, shoulder length hair. It looked longer than when you last saw him.

          You moved toward him on still shaky legs, making a show of pulling at your hands bound behind your back.

          “Shit, I forgot you were tied up. But you gotta promise me when I cut you loose you ain’t just gonna sprint out that door.”

          “I don’t have any clothes, Kenny.”

          He laughed genuinely at that, scratching at the back of his neck. He’d have to remedy that tomorrow, go out and buy you something to wear so he didn’t parade you around town naked as the day you were born.

          You stayed still as he reached for that big knife of his on the floor, settling up behind you to start gnawing the blade through the thick rope. Your shoulders felt at ease when you felt the slack begin to set into your binds, the last bit of hemp audibly slicing away. You pulled your hands in front of you, immediately rubbing at the raw spots on your wrists. They’d be bruised tomorrow, scab over by the next day.

          Kenny wrapped his arms around you from behind, hands first skimming over your shoulders and upper arms.

          “If you didn’t have such a bad habit of runnin’, I wouldn’t have to do that to you, kid.”

          “You’d run away if you had my life, too.”

          You knew you didn’t need to fill in the blanks for him. He’d been around long enough to know the ins and outs of your story.

          “Suppose I would.”

          He kissed your neck as he walked you to the bed, turning you around so he could crawl up the naked expanse of your body as you laid back against the hay stuffed mattress.

          “Someone as pretty as you don’t deserve someone like me chasin’ after you.” But his confession didn’t stop him from settling between your thighs and bending down to suck one of your nipples into his eager mouth. You moaned, elated to have your hands free so you could tangle your fingers into his long hair.

          “I told you,” you gasped when he bit into your skin hard enough to leave marks, “I like the chase.”

          He licked a long, hot stripe between the valley of your breasts before bringing his face back to yours. You kept your hands in his hair as he leaned down to kiss you, all brute force and greedy tongue like you’d gotten used to before. You were just as hungry for him, your body feeling fresh and ripe after your orgasm and ready to be filled again. You bit at his lower lip, smirking when you got a reaction from him. Your tongue began to map the insides of his mouth, letting the taste of him overwhelm you.

          Kenny was impatient, gripping your hips and spreading you apart again.

          “I like you better when you’re submissive.” He murmured into your mouth, skilled fingers spreading your pussy so the fat head of his cock could rub against you.

          “I said I would be a good girl, daddy.”

          His head dropped to your shoulder with a groan, “I can’t fucking handle you calling me that, kid.”

          “Oh yeah? Is me calling you daddy going to make you cream early, old man?”

          He slid his cock inside of you rough and fast to shut you up. Your head fell farther back against the pillow as you mewled, his fingers still having not prepared you for the feel of his stretching you open. Your walls were snug against him; you could feel every throbbing vein under his silken skin dragging against your insides as he pulled out and pushed into you slowly.

          Each thrust had euphoria blooming from your stomach and spreading across all your extremities. It was like you could suddenly feel everything, the pleasure making the world around you sharpen. Kenny was breathing hotly into your neck, your nipples were painfully hard and sliding against the dark, downy hairs of his chest. Your fingers were coming back to life, your nails scraping against the greyed roots of his hair. Your toes were curling in the air, your thighs and hips burning from bearing the heaviness of Kenny between them. Both your heart and his were beating fast, blood pumping as if in the same drumline together.

          “Fuck you feel so fucking good,” he drawled, “s-so fucking soft, so tight.”

          Little sounds were leaving your parted lips, eyes struggling to stay open as each plunge of Kenny’s cock was engulfing you with ecstasy. He was starting to get a bit punishing with his movements, moving hard and fast inside of you and making you forget yourself. His nails were biting into the fatty flesh of your hips, where half-moon marks would surely adorn your skin in the morning. You’d have hickies on your neck too, especially now as he sunk his teeth into the tender spot where your throat met your shoulder.

          God it felt good to be used, to be wanted. And you knew Kenny wanted you, he’d even said he wanted to carve his name into your skin. Something inside of you told you that he’d want to own you, if you’d let him. You caught a lot of his longing gazes before, whether in the back of the saloon he frequented or the ridiculous dance halls your family drug you to. You’d often wondered if he would fuck you against a wall if you tempted him to, and now you had your long-awaited answer.

          “Oh daddy,” you purred, both purposely and not, little oh’s and mhm’s following behind.

          The name spurred Kenny into a new gait. He shifted back onto his knees swiftly, the same hand from before resuming its chokehold on your neck. You moaned at the familiar contact, the sound trapped behind his spread fingers. He had more power behind his hips from this angle, sending his cock deeper into your depths and into places his long fingers couldn’t reach from before. Your eyes squeezed shut, tiny gasps all that could be formed behind the wall of his hand.

          “Who knew you were such a little slut, darlin. Might keep you around after all.”

          Your tits were bouncing in rhythm with his relentless assault, your hands now fisting into the feather pillow next to your face.

          “F-fucking shit, I—” you were going stupid, is what you were. Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth and your brain felt foggy in your head.

          “You’ve got such a dirty mouth on ya,” Kenny put more pressure behind the fist around your neck, the lack of oxygen making it even harder to think than before, “you really do need a daddy to teach you some, fuck, s-some fucking manners.”

          All you could do was nod, completely lost to the feeling of him encompassing you, filling you.

          His free hand pulled at one of your limp legs, hoisting it up and over his shoulder. He smothered your skin with wet kisses, nipping at your ankle and chuckling when he felt the bubbled squeal beneath his palm. The hair on his torso tickled the back of your thigh, adding a new layer of sensation that you didn’t think you could handle. It was too much—Kenny was too much, fucking into you like a feral beast that just got his first taste of sweet flesh.

          “You’re never gettin’ away from me again,” he hissed out between gritted teeth, “you’re mine now.”

          You couldn’t think to respond. Kenny unwrapped his hand from your throat, letting that blood flow return to your head.

          “You hear me?”

          You opened your mouth to speak, but no sound came out. All you could focus on was the drumming of his cock hitting your insides, the wet, squelching sounds of your pussy sucking him in.

          The sound of him slapping his hand across your check registered before the pain did. You gasped as your head swung with the force, the side of your face smarting with a throbbing sting.  

          “Say you’re mine, kid.” Seriousness laced his tone, those dangerous, long fingers grasping at your jaw and pulling you to look at him. He leaned forward, curling your leg with him, making you groan at the pleasure and pain mixing as he tested your flexibility. He kept moving inside of you, pace never faltering.

          “Fucking. Say. It.”

          Your heart was racing with adrenaline, a strange concoction of fear and bliss spreading over your consciousness.

          “Y-yours,” you croaked out, wetting your lips with your tongue, “I’m yours, Kenny!”

          You didn’t mean to scream it, but it seemed to please him, that lecherous grin of his spreading over his lips.

          “That’s fucking right. I own this tight, pretty little pussy.”

          He released your jaw only to slap you again, quicker and softer this time, and you moaned the moment he made contact.

          “You like getting slapped around?”

          You turned your face back to him, smirking through the sting, “yes, daddy.”

          The devilishness that swirled in his eyes made your stomach flip. He paused the movements of his hips, letting your cunt flutter and clench at his stilled cock. Your breathing picked up as you registered what was about to happen.

          Kenny hit you with the back of his hand this time, bony knuckles thumping with the quick flick of his wrist. Without his cock moving inside of you, all you could do was bask in the stinging pain left behind on your cheeks. It felt so wrong, but it made the coil in your belly tighten like never before.

          “F-fuck,” you moaned, your balled fists releasing the pillow.

          Without a second thought, you grabbed at his hair, jerking him down to meet your mouth.

          “You better cum inside me after that, daddy, I think I deserve it.”

          “Oh, you deserve it darlin,” he started pumping inside of you again, sending your head flying back and his mouth landing on the pulse of your neck, “gonna fill you to the fucking brim.”

          His movements were cruel, fast, cock ramming inside of you so harshly that you felt it all the way in your throat. Your hand slipped from his hair and found purchase on his back, nails scraping against sweaty flesh. You could feel his rough skin splitting, but you didn’t care, all that mattered anymore was the way his cock slid in between your gummy walls, the way he was moaning your name like a fucking prayer against your skin.

          Kenny’s thumb found your clit, swirling quick, brutal circles over your swollen bud. You could feel yourself clench around him, the sharp pleasure almost painful. You were going to explode. You were going to topple over in ecstasy and it was all because of the wickedness of the dirty old man inside of you.

          “K-Kenny, holy f-fucking god, I-I—”

          He must have felt it before you did. Hot ropes of cum were seeping inside of you the moment you hit the high point of orgasm. Your nails slid down the entirety of his back, slim, warm rivulets of blood following in their wake.

          It was like the bliss never ended. You were caught in the waves of it, each one cresting and falling over and over again as you milked his cock dry, slick and cum pooling between your thighs and soaking the linens.

          Your heart was hammering in your chest. Kenny placed a delicate hand between your breasts, like he was trying to slow it down for you. His small act made the world narrow in around you; the remnants of stinging pain and excruciating pleasure still hummed, but you fell into the quiet of just listening to the two of you breath for a few moments.

          Eventually, your toes went numb. You’d fully forgotten the poor leg that had been curled over his shoulder. You shifted to move, and Kenny got the hint, finally pulling his spent cock from inside of you and rolling over on his back.

          “Shit,” he hissed through his teeth, hand reaching over his shoulder as he met the mattress, “you’ve got fucking claws.”

          You had half a mind to apologize, but you didn’t bother, still basking in the afterglow of sex. Your body was tired, wrists still aching, thighs shaking.

          “You alright?” A warm hand found your cheek, even hotter lips pressing to yours in a soft kiss.

          “Mhm, more than alright.”

          “Didn’t know you had that in you, kid.”

          Kenny pulled you into his chest, long arm curling around your back. His fingers traced soft, swirling patterns on your hip, and you nearly shuddered as you remembered those were the same movements he’d used to abuse your clit. You curled one of your legs over his, needing to get closer, those pesky after-sex hormones and needs clawing at your instincts.

          It felt oddly like home to be pressed up against him, your face against his chest, one of your hands mimicking his and drawing circling in his damp chest hair. He smelled like home, anyways, like earth and spices.

          “You gonna take me home?”

          He was quiet for a second, pressing his lips into your hairline.

          “Nah, I’ll take you someplace safe. Maybe buy you a fucking train ticket so you can get out of this part of the world.”

          “You sure you don’t want to keep me?”

          “Now don’t fucking tempt me with that, kid.”

          “I wouldn’t mind being yours, you know.”

          “You don’t wanna be mine, even if I make you say that shit when I’m fuckin’ you.”

          You knew he was right, but you didn’t offer him an affirmation.

          Maybe you’d let him fuck you for a few more days before you ventured off on your own, maybe you’d convince him to chase you down a few more times just for the thrill of it. Maybe you’d wrap your fists around his suspenders and convince him to run away with you.

          You did like Kenny, after all. Even if he was such a perverted, disgusting old man.

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[andvys]

I don’t need no other

warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of cheating

pairing: Jasper Hale x reader

@joelsgeetar <3

-

Falling in love is supposed to be beautiful, it’s supposed to make you feel all warm and loved, excited but nervous at the same time as you keep falling more and more in love.

But for you, it’s sad and heartbreaking, you don’t feel warm, instead you feel cold and hurt as you watch him get close to someone else.

He is your friend, you shouldn't have expected him to reciprocate your feelings but the fleeting touches, the glances and sweet gestures like walking you to class or showing up at your house at 2 am in the morning just to convince you to go out with him to watch the stars with him gave you a sliver of hope, that he might’ve felt the same way but than you noticed how close him and Alice are.

Realization dawned on you and you were met with the disappointing fact that you aren't the one he wants, she was, at least that’s what you believed.

You knew that staying with him, keep being his friend would just hurt you more and more and would leave you with a broken heart in the end, so you tried to get over him by dating someone else, thinking it would distract you and keep you from falling further in love with him.

But it’s impossible.

You still stare at him whenever he sits across from you telling you stories, you still long for his touch whenever he feels close enough for you to intertwine your fingers with his, just like right now, you are sitting next to him on the bus on the ride back to Forks after the Field trip.

You felt sad and went back to the bus before everyone else did after you witnessed your boyfriend flirting with another girl, like he always did.

Jasper followed you back and comforted you as best as he could, although as bad as he felt for you, he couldn't help but be happy about your boyfriend messing up.

He hates knowing that you are with someone else, someone who is incapable of loving you the way he could love you, hold you, touch you, feel you.

You are his mate.

And he is madly in love with you, he just regrets not having done anything about it when you weren't dating anyone.

He knew you were his mate from the moment he laid eyes on you and while he pulled you into his life and got close to you his first response was to take a step back when he realized how in love he is with you. Jasper wants you so bad, he always did. He wants you forever. In his forever.

But when he realized what he would pull you into he stopped himself from doing anything about the love he felt for you, ignoring the unstoppable bond you both shared.

Alice told him that you and him are going to end up together no matter what, she told him you are meant for each other, you are meant to love one another and spend your life’s together.

It took him time to accept the life he would drag you into but once he did, you were dating someone else already and it crushed his heart.

He felt heartbroken and sad but when he realized why you started dating Liam, he understood.

He knows you don’t really love him, he feels the way you feel when you’re around him, he sees the way you look at him and the way you act around him.

He knows you are in love with him, not your boyfriend.

He hates Liam with a passion and can’t help but get excited at the thought of your boyfriend messing up and it seems like he has been doing that quiet a lot lately, which gave Jasper the perfect chance to get closer to you again.

He was pulled out of his thoughts when he felt your head falling against his shoulder, he looks down at you noticing that you fell asleep, he smiles down at you before he puts his arm around your shoulder, holding you closer to him.

Looking back up, he finds Liam glaring at him, as he stares at your sleeping form cuddled into him.

Jasper can’t help but smirk at him as he feels how angry Liam has gotten at the way he is touching you. Liam always got mad and pissed off whenever he found Jasper touching you or helping you carry your books to class and Jasper loved nothing more than to show him that you aren't Liam’s girl.

You might be dating someone else but you are his girl.

-

“Babe, are you even listening?” Liam asks, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts as you stare at Jasper, who stares back at you from across the Cafeteria, an intense look in his eyes. If you didn't know any better, you’d say he is glaring at you.

Shaking your head, you break eye contact with Jasper and look back at your boyfriend, to see not only him staring at you but also his friends, as if they’re waiting for an answer or something.

You furrow your brows in confusion as you look at Liam, silently asking him what he asked you when you spaced out.

He rolled his eyes at you, “I asked if you still wanted to go the party?” he asked, sighing in annoyance, as he realized you weren't listening.

“What party?”

“The bonfire party.” the girl sitting next to Liam tells you, as she looks at you with an unreadable expression on her face.

It’s the same girl he has been flirting with on the field trip and now she is sitting next to him, closer than you are, as if she is dating him instead of you.

You aren't jealous but you are bothered, to see someone get close to someone who isn't single.

“yeah.. sure.” you mumble as you avert your eyes to look back to Jasper, finding him walk towards you.

Your eyes widen slightly, he usually never came to speak to you when you were around your boyfriend.

You note the smirk on his face as he sees the way your eyes widen in surprise to see him walk towards the table your boyfriend and his friends sit at.

“Darlin’.” he nods at you, with a smug smile on his face, feeling how flustered and shy you’d gotten “Can I speak to you?”

“S-sure.” you stutter out, glancing at your boyfriend, who glared at Jasper as if he wanted to drop him dead on the spot while Jasper just looked unimpressed as he stared back at him.

You got up and looked at Jasper, brushing your hand against his to pull him out of his thoughts as you saw anger flash in his eyes when he looked down at Liam.

His eyes met yours when he felt your hand touching his, calming him down instantly. You are the only one that has ever managed to calm him down, to pull him away from the anger he’s feeling.

“Let’s go.” he says, as he puts his hand on your lower back, walking out of the cafeteria with you but not without glancing back at Liam one more time, glaring at him with a slight smirk on his face.

-

You don’t know why you came here, your boyfriend ditched you the minute you got to the party, walking off with one of his friends, telling you that he’d be back in a few minutes and that was one hour ago.

You got sick of waiting for him and you felt angry at him too. He knows you hate going to public places, especially parties and yet he still leaves you alone.

You found yourself wishing that Jasper was here, he was the only one that managed to calm you down, even without using his powers. His presence was calming to you, he managed to make you feel safe and comforted.

Looking around one last time, you see Liam’s friends but not himself.

It isn't hard to figure out where he is or who he is with but you ignore that thought and drink the last sip of your beer before leaving the empty bottle on the table and decide to go home.

The bonfire party was held by a beautiful waterfall, in the forest. Usually you’d be too afraid to walk alone through the woods at night but right now you are too angry to pay attention to any weird noises around you as you walk further and further away from loud chatter and music.

Jasper would have never left alone and he would never let you walk alone in the dark either.

A weird noise pulls you out of your thoughts as you stop dead in your tracks, looking around you, you try to see if there is anything or anyone around you but it’s hard to see, the moon being the only source of light in the dark forest.

Your heart begins to race as you hear a branch snapping somewhere close to you followed by a loud whimper.

“Fuck..” you mumble, closing your eyes you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down as you felt the panic rising in your chest.

You know there can be worse things than animals out here so you feel more than afraid but you start walking towards the sound nonetheless, telling yourself that someone might need your help.

The whimpers getting louder the closer you get and so does your heartbeat, you prepare for the worst as you walk around a big oak tree to see what there is but the sight you are met with is what you least expected, you immediately retract, not wanting to be seen by your boyfriend who had the same girl that is always around him pinned against one of the trees, kissing her neck while one of his hands tugged at her shirt.

Scrunching your face up in disgust, the rising panic disappeared and was replaced by anger and rage as you turn back and walk away from that scene, making sure to get away as quickly as possible.

Your mind was racing as you walked home, not even realizing that you are in front of your house already until you hear his concerned voice.

Looking up, you find Jasper sitting on the stairs of your front porch, watching you in concern as he feels the rage and anger in you along with a feeling of betrayal and disgust.

He knows it has something to do with your boyfriend, there’s nothing else that would get you this angry.

“What’s wrong Darlin’?” he asks, concerned as he gets up, walking towards you he takes your face in his hands, gently, tilting your head up to look at him.

Angry tears roll down your cheeks as you meet his eyes, shaking your head, indicating that you don’t want to talk about it as you close your eyes and let the tears flow down your face.

He looks down at you in sadness, he hates seeing you this way, he sighs as he pulls you into him, hugging your head to his chest as he lets you cry, you cling to him, wanting to feel him right now. You stay like that for a while, just enjoying his touch and the feeling he always left you with.

“I saw him with another girl.” you whisper as grip him tighter. “I don’t ever want to see him again.”

He furrows his brows, feeling anger and rage towards your boyfriend until he processes the second sentence and his anger turns into something else, something that almost makes him feel bad but he can’t help it, he can’t help but feel relieved.

He waited all this time for you to realize what kind of a person Liam really is.

He waited for so long for you to realize that you don’t belong to anyone else but him.

You are his mate, you don’t know it yet but you are.

You furrow your brows when you don’t hear him say anything, pulling away from the hug you stare up at him to find him look very satisfied with this revelation, your eyes meet his as you look at him in confusion.

“I’m sorry, Darlin’.” he starts “but it was about time for you to realize what kind of a person he is.” he says as his hands drop to his sides when you take a step back from him.

Of course, he would be relieved to hear that you are done with your boyfriend. Jasper never liked him but being happy about it? That was just cruel.

“You don’t belong to him.” he tells you “You belong to me.”

You look at him in disbelief, not understanding where this side of him was coming from. You have never heard him talk this way before.

“Wh-what?” you ask, angrily.

His words reminding you of how Liam always talks to you, acting controlling and demanding, you thought you'd find comfort in Jasper but instead he is adding fuel into the fire.

“You are my mate, you are supposed to belong to me not to him.” he says, possessively, acting like you are some price instead of an actual person.

'Mates?’

Is that supposed to comfort you? If it is, it’s not working, if anything it makes you feel even more angry.

All you see is red as you realize how satisfied and happy he looks. Feeling even more betrayed, he is the only person you truly feel comfortable and safe with and yet he is making you feel anything but it as you feel tears welling up in your eyes, did he get off on seeing you in pain?

You shake your head as you wipe your tears away in anger, not wanting to be around him anymore, you go to walk past him but he stops you by grabbing your arm gently.

You don’t know what came over you but when he went to grab you all you saw was Liam’s face and the way he always grabbed your upper arm to stop you from leaving. Before you know it your palm meets his cheek, sending a slap across his face that barely seems to faze him.

“Mates!?” you scoff in disbelief as you storm past him, not even giving him a chance to respond before you walk inside and slam the door shut.

Walking into your room, you close the door quietly, making sure you don’t wake anyone up in the house. Taking a deep breath, you try to calm yourself down before turning around, eyes widening as you jump back when you see someone standing in your room, almost yelping if it wasn't for a cold hand covering your mouth as he steps closer to you, sighing in relief when you see it’s just Jasper.

“That wasn’t very nice, Darlin’.” he says in a low voice, scanning your face in a dangerous way, his eyes darken as he stares down at you, sending shivers down your spine.

Your eyes widen at the way he’s staring at you, standing so close to you with his hand covering your mouth as he silently warns you not to try anything again.

“Are you gonna slap me again?” he asks, looking at you with a challenging look in his eyes.

Shaking your head, you get nervous, you have never seen this side of Jasper before. The slightly angry, intimidating stare in his eyes makes you feel weak in the knees.

Removing his hand from your mouth, he rests them on the wall on each sides of  your face, trapping you between him and the wall.

You feel your heart beginning to race when he doesn't say anything and just stares at you for a while, swallowing nervously, as you kept your gaze on him.

“I’m sorry..” you whisper, afraid to say more after angering him.

“It’s fine.” he chuckles, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear “I should explain some things to you.” he wasn't mad at you for slapping him, he was irritated but not mad “don’t slap me again.” he warns you, amusement written in his eyes.

“You are my mate, we share a bond, that’s why you and I feel so connected.” he tells you, watching your reaction, closely.

You furrow your brows, looking at him in confusion, you have never heard of anything like that, he continued explaining more about it to you, making you understand more about it as you started to get why you always felt that way around him.

“H-How do you know it?” you ask him, nervously, blushing slightly.

“I feel it, you feel it too.” he said, stroking your cheek with his thumb, leaving your skin tingling under his touch “I want you and I know you want me too.”

Closing your eyes, you let yourself enjoy his touch, feeling him getting closer to you.

Cold lips touch your warm cheek, placing a kiss on the spot before he leans in “It’s up to you now, Darlin’.” he whispered before he lets go of you.

Opening your eyes, you find your room empty, he left, the only sign of him being here was the window he left open.

Putting your hand up towards your face, you touch spot that he kissed, asking yourself if it was real or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you but your skin still tingled from where he touched it.

You are so overwhelmed with emotions, the bad ones mixed with the good ones.

He made you forget about what happened at the bonfire.

He is all you ever wanted and now that you know that he wants you just as much as you want him, you feel more than overwhelmed with every single emotion.

‘It’s up to you now, Darlin’

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